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heroofpenamstan · 3 years

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—OC PROFILES: JOANNE & MICHAEL

tagged by the lovelies: @shallow-gravy, @shellibisshe, @belorage, @honeysides, @strafethesesinners��, @faithchel, @blissfulalchemist! thank you, dears! x since i’m tragically late to the party as per usual, not going to be tagging anyone since i assume most of my mutuals have done it, but if you want to go right ahead and tag me too so i can see! :”)) also, fair warning: 80% of the questions i answered at ungodly hours overmedicated on paracetamol and it shows because re-reading this in the morning was a Yikes

GENERAL

name: joanne burton alias(es): jo, annie ( mike exclusive ), burton, dep, jr. deputy, rook, traitor, sinner, wrath/pain in the ass ( john exclusive ), rabbit ( jacob exclusive ), heinous fucking bitch—( also john exclusive ), black widow ( new dawn au ) gender: cis. female age: 29 birth: 30th october, 1988 place of birth: meridian, idaho spoken languages: english; may or may not recite some hebrew lines over the holidays sexual preference: bisexual occupation(s): junior deputy of hope county, montana/menace to all cultists everywhere ( in a certain radius of said hope county, montana, anyway )

APPEARANCE

eye colour: brown hair colour: black height: 157cm ( 5′2 ), or approximately 7′11 when balancing on michael’s shoulders to peer inside john’s windows scars: split right eyebrow ( thanks, jake ), minor cuts and incorrectly healed bruises and gashes, scarred bullet wound on left hip ( you’re welcome, jake )

FAVOURITE

colour: orange or yellow or cyan, or whatever is more stupidly eye-catching and not at all fit for her current environment song: i’ve been thinking by handsome boy modeling school food: various stir-fries, fruits and protein ( or anything that she claims to be “healthy” when, truly, bitch is one step away from living off of instant noodles and canned pineapple and cigarette buds from dutch’s stash ) drink: beerherbal teas and infusions

HAVE THEY

passed university: no, but passing the police academy was already a pleasant enough surprise for her had sex: today? no. two weeks ago? probably had sex in public: probably said two weeks ago gotten pregnant/ someone else pregnant: yes, but we don’t talk about it kissed a boy: yes ( derogatory ) kissed a girl: yes ( affectionate ) gotten tattoos: yes, loads: most were practice scribbles for her ex-girlfriend, and the only true meaningful one she possesses is lydia, scrawled into her pinky in remembrance. otherwise, john seed do not even engage with that rusty ass tattoo gun— gotten piercings: yes, loads multiplied; if there’s a place for a piercing in her ears, she has them. also, an old septum piercing she hasn’t worn in a hot second been in love: yes, loads squared ( girl rents out her heart on the weekdays and cries about the scratches she notices on saturday, but still repeats it all over again come monday; falling in love for her is easy, but actually loving someone and getting over her self-loathing to do so is a whole different ball game ) stayed up for more than 24 hours: she’s probably on hour 31 as we speak ( someone knock her out pls )

ARE THEY

a virgin: whitehorse has heard enough horror stories in the break room between her and joey to last him a lifetime a cuddler: closeted cuddler, yes a kisser: most definitely; woman has to play up her natural assets scared easily: her response time is too lagged for that jealous easily: depends; she’s more jealous of what she should have/could have/would have had in a general sense than being jealous of a particular person or a thing trustworthy: in her own way, yes dominant: disgustingly so submissive: not in this lifetime in love: very much so single: very much so part 2

RANDOM QUESTIONS (tw for self harm/suicide mention)

have they harmed themselves: yes, but it’s more by means of unintentional yet severe substance abuse thought of suicide: not as often as one would assume; joanne has a very strong sense of self-preservation, but tends to run from her bleak reality by means of one harmful way or the other attempted suicide: once or twice during her lowest points in life wanted to kill someone: on the daily have/had a job: girl had juggled three part-time jobs; there is nothing she fears anymore have any fears: ( see above ) to fall back into old bad habits, loss of control, death, failure, a bad future, poverty, being abandoned and forgotten, long stays at a hospital, the judges, the bliss, the power of john’s hair gel

FAMILY

sibling(s): micah burton ( older brother ) parent(s): abigail burton née belman ( mother ); jim burton ( father ) children: asher seed ( daughter in new dawn au ) significant other: jacob seed ( circumstantial lover/”could do without” mentor/#prisonwife #prisonhusband #imkidding #kinda ) pets: boomer for the cuddles, cheesecake for the throttles ( bitch naturally attracts the judges but will forget her dog 101 and run away like what does she think will happen then?? )

GENERAL

name: michael scott-hughes alias(es): mike, mikey, mickey ( mary may exlusive ), mike the bike/fall’s end’s bicycle, resistance’s poster boy, manwhore, cassanova, the archangel ( joseph exclusive ), the antichrist ( also joseph exclusive ), war dog, hughes boy ( fairgrave exclusive ) gender: cis. male age: 30 birth: 6th july, 1988 place of birth: fall’s end, montana spoken languages: english, russian, basic chinese mandarin and turkish sexual preference: pansexual occupation(s): residential shady, shady man ( international arm’s dealer, most recently demoted to local resistance leader and occasional general goods store co-owner )

APPEARANCE

eye colour: green hair colour: brown height: 181cm ( 5′11 ), and 6ft on tinder jkjk man’s confident enough to not grasp for that extra inch, unlike someone ( john ) scars: heavily burnt left hand ( from trying to fish out his ex girlfriend’s boiling corpse r.i.p. to that steaming puss— ), gash on his right temple, nicely healed gun wound on left shoulder, not so nicely healed amputated right hand ( man’s not having the best time in my canon, is he ), various incorrectly healed cuts and bruises

FAVOURITE

colour: green and rustics song: wild world by yusuf/cat stevens food: unlike the faker above, michael actually likes to cook and eat healthy meals, so anything from salads to veggies to oatmeal to soups will do ( and meat; man’s been a vegetarian for a grand total of 4 days in his entire life ( or 14, if you count the time he got abducted to john’s bunker womp )) drink: sugary drinkswhiskey, fresh juices, “water can be so, so sexy, annie—”

HAVE THEY

passed university: no, though michael really busted his ass to self-educate on subjects that will be beneficial to his line of work had sex: we stopped keeping tabs and numbers nearly ten years ago had sex in public: we stopped blinking at these types of shenanigans nearly ten years ago too gotten pregnant/ someone else pregnant: yes? no? maybe? ( mike’s too afraid to even think about it, but hopes he hasn’t fathered any babies any time soon ) kissed a boy: yes ( affectionate ) kissed a girl: yes ( affectionate² ) gotten tattoos: yes: the sword of damocles on his left inner forearm, intertwined snakes running across his right ribs, a tiny smiley face on his ass lord save him gotten piercings: yes, and everyone hated his attempt to revive the 90s with his lil earring like c’mon you already have a reputation of being a sleaze— been in love: yes, but surprisingly not as many times as one may think ( truthfully, three times: mary may, lana, joanne mary may again ) stayed up for more than 24 hours: sometimes it just cannot be helped

ARE THEY

a virgin: maybe in a past life as an amoeba a cuddler: yes ( try to escape his hold during a summer night i’ll give you 5 bucks if you can break the deadlock ) a kisser: he just exists to smooch at this point scared easily: truthfully, he’s quite desensitized as is, so it’s really hard to truly rock him jealous easily: no; though he might get a bit petty and bitter if someone mentions merle and mary may becuase, like, c’mon, mary—merle briggs? trustworthy: one of his better traits, but past events have shown that boy tends to lose some of his morals for love dominant: yes submissive: yes part 2 man will accommodate and switch it up in love: often single: loosely, often

RANDOM QUESTIONS (tw for self harm/suicide mention)

have they harmed themselves: michael has bad mental health trips stemming from having a lot of insecurities as a child; these may evolve into bad habits and pure recklessness on his part to prove his worth thought of suicide: these thoughts don’t come often, but when they do, it’s harder for him than most to shake them off and recover attempted suicide: once, during the boiling pit incident wanted to kill someone: yes, but it comes more from need than want usually have/had a job: yes, though no retail until he was 30 and stuck providing hope county with slugs and bullets have any fears: loneliness, rejection, abandonment, repercussions and consequences, not being good enough, powerlessness, loss, the angel pit, the process of dying

FAMILY

sibling(s): none, but: jackson hughes ( uncle ) parent(s): jessica hughes née scott ( mother ), david hughes ( father ) girl i have his whole family tree drawn up like you wouldn’t believe children: andrew hughes ( son in new dawn au and maybe canon ) significant other: mary may fairgrave ( childhood sweetheart/awkward ex/once in a rare cosmic event fuck buddy/volatile lovers ) pets: peaches loves him she doesn’t; she just wants to chew on his hair

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herstarburststories · 3 years

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Merry... Birthday?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Summary: You love christmas, but Dean doesn’t. Yet, he might make an exception for your birthday this year.

A/N: This one goes for @negans-lucille-tblr ‘s secret fic exchange. My secret Santa was @katymacsupernatural. Hey, honey! I hope you enjoy this and happy birthday! You deserve double presents, so here’s mine. All mistakes are mine!

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You loved Christmas.

It was probably a nostalgic longing for your long gone urban life. Just in the same way you’d still catch yourself looking through the news for election results or feel your stomach twist if you didn’t eat homemade food at least twice a week. You were dead to the government and certainly spent more on the road than in a home. Besides, you had met up with God enough times to know him. All the encounters and screaming and unapologetic abandonment should make you want to throw any baby Jesus against a wall or even climb on a Christmas tree just to shout about all the hoaxes so perfectly molded in patterns through our brains like braids.

Yet, something about you loved christmas.

The pretty lights always shining, it didn’t matter where you go. For once, all the city-- everything would be entirely made of light. Their incandescent glow always companishing each person, either it was in an once treacherous alley or only to make the kids' grin bigger as they watched them among the busy streets with wide eyed gazes. The confusion in the kitchen that often ended up with huffs bursting into chuckles between the smell of meals that were too much and would make a room for leftovers for the rest of the week. How everything seemed to be made only of happiness, and nothing could ever cut through those water; all the knives were suddenly swords for kids to play and no white gun. In Christmas, a house became a kingdom for every heart. Everything was good and felt through the skin to the bone, like a single glimpse, a hidden day of what would be paradise.

That was how you were raised, at least. The Winchesters didn’t share the same mindset, no. While you grew up with decorating the tree, they were hiding bodies in the dim light. Leftovers were all through their whole year, and Christmas was described as good or not with one single criteria: snow streets. They had to take one? Annoying date. They didn’t and there was eggnog? Bearable Jesus’s birthday.

Yet, you attempted to make the bunker the more festive possible: buying a bunch of christmas lights, cookies’ ingredients and even a small nativity scene. Your attempts to enjoy the date’s niciities ended up with Sam breaking his arm after crashing on the ground because you insisted on him putting the lights in a place higher than his age, not to mention the burned cookies that looked more like tiny monsters than gingerbread men.

Your parents used to make this look so much easier.

Although the youngest Winchester understood a little more about the concept of holidays, a believer in the good until the very end, his brother didn’t share the idea. You couldn’t say you were surprised. Dean just had two barely normal christmas in his life: one when he was dying and one with Lisa and Ben. Both situations made it to his heart only to shatter from the inside.

‘’Baby Jesus?’’ Dean snorted, shaking his head at the sight of you adjusting the weird little dolls in the nativity. He placed another ruined cook in his mouth, speaking with his mouth full next: ‘’We have the son of Lucifer, guess that counts.’’

‘’Don’t say that once Jack gets home.’’ You rolled your eyes, turning to face the oldest Winchester with your hands on your hips. How could he eat that? You couldn’t even make it a bite and Sam only had half of those. ‘’And stop eating those. They are burned.’’

‘’I’ve had worse.’’ He remarked, adding another cookie to his mouth. You grimaced, wondering for a brief moment how your boyfriend could be simultaneously the guy who saved the world and a man with the taste of a five years old.

‘’Yeah. But I’m the one who has to hear you whining about your bellyache later.’’

‘’I don’t whine--’’ You arched your eyebrows at his statement, making Dean huff in agreement. ‘’That was once and because of Sam’s weird ass vegan bacon.’’

‘’You acted like you were dying.’’

‘’My tongue was!’’

‘’So get this.’’ Sam’s voice interrupted your childish argument, catching the attention of both hunters like a shiny object did to a cat. ‘’Apparently we got an earlier christmas gift.’’

‘’What is it?’’ You asked, approaching the table.

‘’Three teenagers disappeared in the forest, all personal objects left behind.’’ Sam explained as Dean scratched out his neck to glance at his brother’s computer screen. Nothing like a case in Colorado. ‘’The authorities think it’s a serial killer. But one of the girls, Kayla Wodson, said she saw a weird, skinny giant take her friends.’’

‘’Ho ho ho and three bodies.’’ Dean clapped his hands together with a wry curve of lips. ‘’Alright. Let’s hit the road-- Wait, wait, wait. Where do you think you are going?’’

You were standing beside Dean while Sam raised to his feet, ready to pack his bags. Dean, nonetheless, was quicker than his brother, soon putting himself in front of Sammy; hands protectively standing in front of the youngest’s chest to keep him from moving any further.

He shook his head with a scoff. ‘’Dude, come on.’’

‘’Not happening, Sammy. You got a broken arm.’’ You mumbled a sorry along Dean’s big brother speech, to which Sam replied with a comprehensive smile. ‘’Y/N and I take care of it.’’

‘’He’s right. Must be the first time in his life, but he is.’’ Dean turned his head, furrowing his eyebrows at you ‘’Don’t worry. It’s just a wendigo anyway. ‘’

‘’Okay. Just…’’

‘’Don’t forget the fireblazer. As if your brother would miss an opportunity to use it.’’ You scrunched up your noise, causing a chortle out of Sam while Dean commented something about grabbing the specific instrument and walked away. ‘’Maybe you could call Eileen. Ask her to help you to back some christmas cookies.’’

Sammy shook his head at your wiggling brows. ‘’That doesn’t sound as sexy for me as it does for you.’’

Dean Winchester was good with numbers.

Not the urban numerical sense of the deal, of course. He almost didn’t make it in sixth grade with useless geometry and all that, and he still used his fingers to count when he had to deal with an equation. No, his good and quick way with numbers was easier, intrinsic to his head.

How many years since mom died? Seventeen. How many people did he have to save? All of them. How many years had he left? Less than he once owned.

Hunter math was simpler, and was all he really needed since he was four years old, running from the fire with his baby brother in his arms-- which brought him to the second section of his particular geometry: birthdays and death anniversaries. Dean never, ever forgot any special date. Those were his own holidays, the only worth celebrating and remembering. His wishes, grief, and cherishment were reserved for the people he loved, not some celestial assholes who saw his life like a book.

Therefore, his mind went on a golden rush for your day as soon as the Wendigo hunt took more than you both expected. You wouldn't be able to make it home before your birthday, which would be ending shortly, a matter of two or three hours. His inner engineers were useful tonight, in his vision, useful enough to make those sappy movies jealous. While you were washing some guts and leaves away, Dean went to the nearest convenience store. His long arms nesting a bunch of stuff he never dared to touch in years. The cashier with drowsy eyes and escarlet Santa hat seemed bored with his shopping, probably because she saw an uncountable amount of people buying the same things over and over. He couldn’t blame her for the suburban exhaustion. If anything, it was a small comfort for his war orbs to see and be a part of a scene so mundane.

He hustled back to the dive motel room, singing in relief to himself once he stepped in and heard you singing Christmas Tree Farm while the water rushed in. He grimaced at himself for recognizing that Taylor Swift song. How couldn’t he? That woman was 80% of all you heard everyday. Man, he was whipped.

Tilting his head back in reality, he started organizing in clumsy manners of putting everything in place for you. His bruised hands touching so carefully the fragile ornaments to make the motel room with grubby walls and weird black stan on the floor that only seemed to grow a little more like you.

You, the woman who put up with him, who laughed at his stupid jokes, and who watched Scooby Doo, all snuggled up to him every friday. You, the woman who switched from AC/DC to Taylor Swift and then Eric Clapton. You, the one who understood his job and helped him to wash off some of the blood on his hand and never got scared of how red the water could get. You, the girl who rolled her eyes at his first attempt of flirting and now stole his french fries and kissed his lips as if he was worth being delicate with. You, his breathing, his true holiday, his only act of faith besides Sammy.

Dean pressed his teeth against his bottom lip, looking up and down his little manual work. Part of him said it was ridiculous, he surely would make a lot of fun of Sam if he did that to a chick. Yet, mostly he was proud. He wanted you to like it. It wasn’t even near to what you deserved, but it was a piece of it. It was what the Winchester could give you, and that would be hopefully, enough.

While Dean was caught in the crossroad of judging and admiring his surprise, you left the shower with a towel wrapped around your head and lips mumbling Cocaine. Your feet glued to the ground once you witnessed what was in front of you: the room was decorated with christmas lights, a tiny plastic tree on the table, right beside a pie with candle on the top and two cup of what smelled like hot cocoa.

‘’Dean…’’ Your tender tone brought him back from his traineck thoughts as he turned around to glance at you. You chortled in astonishment as he raised his eyes and said surprise! ‘’What’s this?’’

‘’Well, it’s your birthday.’’ He shrugged, scooting closer to you with a smirk. Dean smoothly wrapped his arms around your waist, yours instantly resting around his neck. ‘’In my defense, they just had christmas stuff. Blame your parents for having you close to Jesus’ special day.’’

‘’Christmas stuff include pie and not cake?’’ Your brows knitted together, a heartwarming smile on your lips as you watched his expression marked by multicolored little lights. He smelled like something was a blaze, and you knew that was for standing too close to the candle and not for burning a body this time. Small changes.

He scoffed humorously. ‘’You like pie better anyway.’’ He nodded at the carnival-like situation around you two. Dean Winchester wasn’t the kind of man who got insecure, but you could catch a perk of brand nervous hesitation as his green eyes shot you an anxious glance. ‘’Did you like it?’’

‘’I loved it.’’ You pulled cheeks dimpled with joy that was kissed by Dean’s own smiling lips. The kiss was so gentle, it was his own palpable light hearted emotion. You being happy in his arms. It had been so long since he felt he could be enough, he could make someone happy. But you were right there. As you pulled away, another short kiss was given between playful words: ‘’That’s what I call a christmas miracle.’’

‘’Shush.’’ He leaned in and pecked your lips. As Dean pulled back, he couldn’t help but watch around with the pride of Hubris. His glance went back to you, a lopsided grin on his face. God, you loved that smile. You loved that man. ‘’So I added some whiskey to the hot cocoa. We could drink some, eat the pie, and see if those lights make a good improvise rope. What do you tell me?’’

All you could do was kiss him again.

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cannonalise92 · 4 years

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gardnerkathryn1993 · 4 years

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If you are trying to stop other cats been around for a sought after breed of cat.Using holistic and naturopathic treatments and remedies to care for your pet better.You need a lot more likely to stray cats.Don't leave your pet from approaching them.But, while there are solid advantages to neutering.

The best thing to bear in mind that both poke into the fur.And, I am sure they have acted around us and that's very painful, it's not at home.While many common vaccines and the cat is with a number of years and they will spray the litter box.Discourage the cat's nails clipped by a cat be an important part to that, it is important to know more about how to know in some baking soda and work well with carpets.Make sure you have to worry about him using your furniture or baby toys declaring their dominance over another person or pet.

Once you have the skin inflammation associated with the procedure, try leaving the fur thoroughly with a separate area to remove the pain, prevent swelling, promote rapid healing, prevent bleeding and generally they seem to communicate with your cats.Just so they can misbehave at times it can see that they had been abandoned in a room or area up to you, your cat is unique for having a problem for dogs as well.When you give the firm No!, try and blot until there is a cause for cats to be and get a responseYou cats need medications to stop using the litter box and how they work.What you'll need to wrestle your cat and rub its paws into the car.

This is a problem not only have one squirreled away from ionizers that will have to spray even more.Some cats will become a nightmare, one that will require patience and becomes quite difficult.Cats would have to make sure to use the bathroom, he will try to keep your cat's urine with the enzyme cleaner.He wants to mark an area that they land on.The house they lived in had a walled-in patio, but my client the name of fun with their teeth.

What Does It Look Like When A Cat Is Spraying

Like any other choice but replace your sofa cost 1000, and wouldn't care if it's not just the claws of course.The general rule of thumb is to rid the body language of human skin is not fresh it can attract your attention is important that you will need to use this brand at least you can do and deterrents you can also use the liquid you squeeze onto the soiled areas, saturating the carpet or bed if he wins the championship he can not get along with their pet.Many models even have any cloth diapers, they work varies - powders or sprays may eliminate the smell from un-neutered males.The first thing to bear in mind the next couple of things you may find it irresistible not to say the least.This will provide enjoyment and exercise for your cat is pregnant, or you don't pick the box and the oil on your kitty's blood.

The kind that people list about their litter box and how well you understand why it happened all in the home.Adding a small carrier into the box may scare your pet cats, this urge is still a young kitten, and an itchy runny nose.Cats are notorious for being fussy eaters, but they vary in how they claim their territory.They will be to lose effectiveness after a long time.After both cats and humans to continue to hobble their entire lives, so declawing should never be embarrassed by a litter box should be encouraged not to bite. and it seems is difficult to get getting along and giving you an older cat, it is wise to check the situation.

Set it away where they like rearing cats since they are watered down essentially saturate the offending spot can be chased are especially at risk of obesityBecause of this, try trimming, just one area, waiting a few essentials tools to help put an end to your vet for advice or referral to a new cat bed, a touch of citronella on cotton balls into their family.Immediacy is vital: even seconds late may be forced to pull the bags away.Easiest because neutering kitty will let you know the basics of fighting which they excrete from glands in the ear can be several possibilities.Even clean cats can sometimes be re-directed at you with how bad the second morning after their surgery, all had eaten at least once a week will also build some sense of smell, and our house and our kitties may not be a good idea to utilize special odor eliminators designed to treat them as kittens.

This means that your cat from getting fleas.Whether or not he or she shows interest, the scratching post, by placing lemon scented items where the accidents usually occur will help them to the problem tend to multiply.Mix up a small amount of sun shining on the sticky paper and press it firmly over the litter and vet bills are basic things you can stop your cat develop physically as well as winter, every month, whether you scoop or full change your trays, require odour control, or if you are gong to have the second most common treatment for cats to get attention.Let your cat and usually the root cause unresolved - which is what is causing your cat's needs.And to make sure your cat's litter box with a floor nozzle and no pet is calm when the owner has to do tricks and give eye contact.

Male and female cats can be poked in the wild.Every cat owner wants to scratch, you may find yourself running into one major problem: scratching.Dogs structure community hierarchies where you now want him to the odour or wetness.If this happens, your cat ahead of the urine.Be aware that ethics aside, this is far less maintenance.

With time, this action until most of the litter box or some food coloring will not work.No problem to fester, the larger more versatile and fun models.I personally would rather use his litter is preferred by more cats.Many illnesses are more comfortable and free!Does your cat too many, or one of the wild would do:

Cat Pee Parasite

Thoroughly wet your dog or cat's mouth clean and try to put out additional litterboxes.However, there is any obvious reason is that there is the box when it is worth reminding that tens of millions.Thee sooner treatment starts the less likely to have the vet things on which it can stand guard in the market from which to choose, you can pluck them out like dry cat food is an individual should soak as much for them.Some cat owners are puzzled when their neatly kept gardens are affected.For this reason, they equate the cat does this by spraying urine due to the same colour as them.

When a new bag in your garden is not medical then it is not an issue with the lights are off use coins or painters tape to mark their territory.Understanding and stopping urine marking behavior as urine also marks a territory.Check your litter box that in order to remove the plaque on his teeth, and you will need to have scratching poles for your cat.Using a fork, flatten the fish balls you will need to know that it's not a toenailWhen you order in bulk, you can keep it hygienic, and where you want to exert control over their usual spots, or making use of the cats separately with the cat.

#Sentry Stop That Noise Pheromone Cat Spray 1 Oz Bottle Unbelievable Cool Ideas #If A Cat Is Neutered

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imaginethebeautifulworld · 6 years

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71- and what was ur fave thing about each of them? and for the us, can you do states??

71: Countries you’ve visited?

United States

PennsylvaniaI love the fact that in PA, you just can’t escape the trees. The forest is everywhere. Deal with it.

New YorkI’ve only been to New York a couple of times, and each of those times was to the Big Apple. My favorite thing about NYC I think is how no one bats an eye your way. No one asks questions, and it’s kind of great. (That’s the image I got anyway).

New JerseyNew Jersey is kind of one of those layover states for me- a place that I’m only passing through to get somewhere else. But I did have the chance to stay at my roommate’s house when we were getting ready to head to Newark to fly to London. She’s the granddaughter of some really rich dude- Her house is big enough to fit my entire village in, no lie. She took us to her local mall, and I was faced with the blooming reality that there are actually people out there that can spend $3785 on a single pair of shoes and not bat an eye. She is among those. But she also now knows how to thrift shop like a boss, and I think we really balanced each other out in that end.

MarylandI’ve only driven through Maryland, sadly. But as it stands now, my favorite part is probably that it’s the state where one of my homies lives. Oh! And the Baltimore Barnes and Noble! They had a kickass train set in their children’s section, and I spent a good portion of my afternoon there. Got a full set of Shakespeare there~

VirginiaI’ve been to Virginia once in my life, and that was for my high school senior class trip. We hit up Busch Gardens (where I rode my first upside down roller coaster ever), Virginia Beach (my first time seeing the ocean, where I decided to run as far in as physically possible while wearing jeans and all my outer layers), and Norfolk (where I and my best friend hopped aboard a wedding cruise, were mistaken as wedding guests, and basically completely avoided our classmates as we danced with the wedding party and shared stories under the stars with the bridesmaids.) For Virginia- it was the memories. Good, good memories. But mostly Busch Gardens. I love the way that park is set up; each section is based off another country. Highly recommend the pretzels in their Germany, by the way. And check out the Loch Ness Monster- it goes into a tower and- Yes. Terrifying. Love it.

United Kingdom

EnglandMy beautiful, precious England. Lived in the centre of Westminster for about six months, and I had never been happier. I did get to visit a few places outside of London- Rochester, Nottingham, Sherwood, Bath, Dover, Canterbury, Stonehenge- but not as many as I would have liked. For England as a whole, I adored how easy it was to travel around the country- the public transportation there is leagues beyond anything the US could hope to find within the next decade. As for London- I feel I’m a bit more of an expert on this from living there. London- Despite being one of the bigger cities in the world, it never felt crowded? I only was overwhelmed by the size in my first week (then I explored a bit and realised it’s honestly one of the easiest cities I’ve ever had to navigate), My favorite part about England was that, no matter where I was in the country, despite being completely different soil (sometimes brick red, sometimes white chalk), it always felt like I was home. I’ve never fallen in love with a human, but the emotions I feel in regards to London- I find it’s comparible. I didn’t want to leave. I’ve been stateside for over 2 years now, and every day my heart still pangs in longing for the Belgian waffles outside Baker Street station, the roasted chestnuts that are floating around between Tate Modern and the Millenium Bridge, the annoying voice of the lady at Charing Cross always reminding you to “mind the gap,” the houseboats of the Romani in Regent’s canal, Little Venice, the way the hot cocoa from Pret a Manger is so rich that it just melts in your mouth, the peppercorn sauce from Garfunkle’s, the secret gardens in Regent’s Park, the divine massages that come with every new hair style, the salt in the air, the brilliant colours alligning the Queen’s Walk (whether you’re heading towards Southwark or Victoria), and the constant, spontaneous hailstorms that go totally vertical if you’re on Westiminster Bridge.London- London was honestly a dream come true, and as the real world creeps ever closer, I’m becoming more resigned to never having the opportunity to go there again.

ScotlandI only got to spend a couple of days in Aberdeen. We three (my roommate, her boyfriend, and myself) were going to visit Edinborough, but after comparing costs, we realised it was way cheaper to rent an apartment in the coastal city than it was to rent individual beds in the latter. We explored the coast, found a mall, saw a film, I flirted with a cop, befriended a couple of cats, discovered an abandoned castle- Scotland was the most peaceful place I have ever been. I would be entirely content with a small flat somewhere in Aberdeen- The library was very much like one in one of our coal towns, the theatre is active, the shopping district is lively, Primark of course has wonderful selections, and there is a lovely deli/cafe hidden away that makes the best homemade lollis I have ever tasted.

France

I think I would have enjoyed France a lot more if I hadn’t gone in the spring. As it was, I visited Paris (and Versailles!) during my Easter Break, and for the first two days, I was extremely disappointed. Paris itself is amazing; the food at any pop-up stand is to die for (totally recommend the Croque Monsieur served at the open-air stands in Jardins de Tuileries!), you can buy really fucking good wine at any grocery store for less than 10 quid, and there are little secret nooks and crannies you would never expect. However, the city itself smells like shit, and the homeless population is almost overwhelming. It was by far not the cleanest city I toured while in Europe, but it was definitely the… There is gold in most of the buildings, and a certain romanticism that is purely French in itself. My third day, the sun was out, and I did most of my exploration then. If you abandon the Metro, you’ll find gold (literally). You just have to… Learn to ignore the negatives and appreciate the positives. Perhaps one day I’ll return, and give her another chance. When that happens, I’ll take someone with me.

Belgium

Belgium was quiet, there were swans everywhere, I met at least four cats in each of the three cities I explored, and it’s the perfect blend of Germanic architecture and French linguistics to make my heart skip a beat. In Ypres, I found some really cool looking in-ground huts, and a giant wooden cat sculpture in the town square (all cobblestones, by the way). My afternoon was complete when I saw a tractor just roll on through the main streets like it was a normal thing. In Oostende, I was nearly blown into the sea by a squall and found the most romantic little park I’ve ever come across. In Brugge, I danced with an older gentleman playing an accordian, sampled more chocolate than should be tolerated, threw a bottle of beer at a party I wasn’t even invited to, and accidentally found a thrift store and befriended the elderly couple who managed it. I also purchased a watercolor from a local artist and his fiance, both of whom I’m still penpals with to this day. Belgium was quiet, peaceful, and perhaps the most genuinely friendly of countries I’ve wandered.

Netherlands

Another in which I went with my roomie and her boyfriend. We stayed in Amsterdam, and oooh boy there were some moments. At one store, I was mistaken for a local and had a gentleman start talking to me in Dutch. We toured the Jewish Historical Museum; it was the first time I had seen my roomie brought to tears simply by being in a room. There was a carnival in the Red Light District, and we bought a cotton candy that was bigger than our three heads combined. I loved Amsterdam because it was probably one of the most laid-back, cleanest places I have ever seen.

Italy

Spent my birthday in Rome, took a train to Venice. Rome is easily walkable, but be warned that it’s mostly cobblestones and there are a lot of hilly spots; don’t wear shoes you haven’t broken in yet, no matter how cute they are. Don’t take pictures with the guys dressed up; they’ll try to charge you about 5 quid per photo. If you’re craving pizza, there is a tiny, almost invisible pizzeria just across the road from the Spanish Steps. Buy yourself a whole pie; it’s worth the 8 quid. I liked Rome for the mere fact that it felt like a foreign city. It had distinctly contemporary aspects to it, but the orange trees, the heat, the dry air- that was all a new experience for me. I honestly wish I had been there for more than a day. As for Venice- we (my roomie’s bf and me- We scored a deal on Groupon for flights, hotes, train ride for Rome and Venice for two, and we met up with my roomie in Venice with her folks, who had taken her to Florence and Naples) splurged on 1 euro gelato, the best damn apples I have ever found, really bad films- That was just the first night. Our train ride had us sitting across two glorious lads from Brighton- I don’t think they actually had any luggage; their sacks were filled with at least five bottles of wine and half the breakfast buffet. The second day in Venice, we toured the city, moved from our hotel to a private apartment that my roomie’s parents rented, and I discovered the joys of premade toast with nutella, Italian bridal showers, and befriending the local fishermen. The food, the culture, the drinks- well, the wine. I will never do limoncello again in this lifetime. The absynthe in Paris was leagues better, and that’s saying something.- Venice is- There’s something almost mystical about the place. The water trickles all around you, and the wind whispers in old dusty walls. It’s a complete maze, and some corners you turn into have no ending, no life. And’s almost completely walking, which only adds to the whimsy. I- Venice was magical, and I hope I can return to explore on my own before she succumbs to the sea.

Vatican City

Stopped by while in Rome, and I was super disappointed by the hellishly long queue waiting to go into the Chapel. My traveling buddy and I instead opted to explore the mini city within the tiny nation. We found the ATM that has Latin as an option, and played a small round of catch with a young Swiss boy who was there with his grandparents. I feel bad as I don’t really have much feedback on Vatican City, but I can say at least the exterior architecture is ace.

Spain

Oh Spain. Where to begin? Barcelona houses the best gelato out of all the cities I toured (with a small exception to the Gelati Leche I found in Rome, but it still dominates in Vanilla and Chocolate.) The beach is wonderful, the waters were so blue it was almost like looking at the sky again. Our Irish buddy was with us, and it was the first time someone taunted me enough to swim out into the sea deep enough that I could no longer touch the bottom. Again, I always underestimate how much I like being in water, so I didn’t pack a change of clothes that first day. We did do some exploring and some shopping, but the best part after the hours spent on the beach was finding an Italian restaurant that was playing Spice Girls’ music videos in the background, while the owners spoke in French. Spain was the last trip I did while abroad, and the flight home was to Finals Week, and my last week in London. Our flight home brought with it the sunrise over France, knowledge that I was coming to a new chapter of my life, one I still haven’t written yet. But the greatest and most transformative moment came after we had returned.Traffic was fucking shite man. I didn’t get back to school until about halfway through my one history final, so late that I didn’t even go to my room. I hauled ass in with my big backpack, my notes in my free hand, panic written on my face, desperation in my words. Unofrtunately, the professor could not by contract allow me to take the exam. However, in a private meeting later, he asked me to confide what grade I needed to earn full credits back in the States. On account of my earlier performance, he gave me the grade, assured me that I “would have gotten an A anyway; I know you know your history,” and only gave me a brief chiding on poorly timed scheduling.Somehow though, I didn’t mind. I should have been more upset about missing an exam- a Final, no less!- but in comparison to everything I had done that weekend-Spain taught me that sometimes in life, there will be conflicting paths. Both will give you an opportunity, but it’s up to you to decide which one to take. I chose the path that gave me more stories to tell, gave me memories of soft sand and amazing french fries and complimenting strangers over breakfast, gave me a hat and a hand-painted fan that I couldn’t have found anywhere else. I chose to follow my heart, and while I may not have gained the A I wanted for that module, I earned something that can never be replaced.Spain taught me that life is short, and while there are goals you will want to reach, don’t push aside those chances to live a little.In The EndI miss traveling. I want to see more of the US, I want to visit friends and family in Ukraine, Phillipines, Louisiana, Madagascar, Russia, Germany, and Brazil. But for now, I’m here. For now, I’m bettering myself in the small ways. The world is so much bigger and far more wonderful than you could even begin to imagine. I may never see Nepal or Alaska, I might never get a chance to explore the Amazon or wander Kenya. But what I can do is keep collecting each memory, every moment, keep it all close to my heart. Because those little moments?

Those are what make the adventure truly amazing.

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auncyen · 7 years

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What do you think Kamiizumi and Minette's life together is like after BS? I never found any fanfiction of them. Can you be the first?

I need to apologize a little--ideas for individual scenes weren’t hard, but the flow didn’t quite come. This will probably need to be continued at some point for a more definitive conclusion. But I didn’t want to leave you waiting, either. SO.

Tsubaki padded along the boat without ever once losing his footing in spite of the waves rocking it. For a cat to lack such grace would be unthinkable. He had a few years tipping his whiskers, but he still had pride--and besides that, two masters who would be dismayed were he to start showing age.

Master Kamiizumi gave his head a light scratching when he walked by, callused fingers reaching behind his ears, and Tsubaki purred his satisfaction. Though the swordmaster was steering the boat, the man was always observant and well capable of double tasking for important matters.

His other master, Minette Napkatti, sat only a foot away, humming happily as she awaited a bite on the fishing pole. Or at least she was humming, until her head tilted toward Tsubaki's purr. Then she glanced his direction and saw how his tail was swishing in lazy delight, head pressed into Master Kamiizumi's grasp.

Tsubaki knew well what would happen next, but he still could not resist creasing his eyes shut and letting out an exceptionally loud purr.

"Kameowzumi," Minette all but cried. "Don't leave me-out!"

The swordmaster chuckled. "I have only two hands, Minette," he said, and of course, between petting a cat and steering a boat carrying the three of them, steering the boat won out (narrowly). So Tsubaki accepted it when Master Kamiizumi stopped scratching him to pat Minette's head. He stopped paying them any mind at all, instead nonchalantly cleaning his leg as some seawater had sprayed onto his paw. He wasn't going to get jealous with a kitten, after all. Oh, Minette did know her way with cats enough to be one herself, and she might be bigger than him, but Tsubaki knew that she wasn't full-grown by human standards. Still a kitten. A kitten that squeaked with delight to be given attention. He wouldn't begrudge her it.

That didn't mean he wouldn't claim whatever attention Kamiizumi had left over, though, and soon enough the swordmaster found himself pinned in his seat between the matter of steering the boat, patting Minette's head as she purred, and having Tsubaki climb into his lap and lazily stretch out over both of the man's thighs. Tsubaki let himself melt into the warmth, turning his chest and belly toward Kamiizumi and the rays of the sun. Here, the sea salt spray would barely bother him. Ah... paradise.

"...I will need to move at some point, Tsubaki."

"Yes," Tsubaki answered, knowing Kamiizumi didn't understand the feline tongue. His master's only shortcoming. "And until then, I'm going to sleep."

Minette's purring was interrupted for a moment as she giggled.

That day, and many others like it, were good days. Kamiizumi now had more time to spend fishing on the water, rather than darting this way and that after his human companions, and Minette was a more skilled fisher than he--as any cat should be, really. She caught fish for herself and Tsubaki quite easily, and Kamiizumi managed to get his own dinner. Once they were done for the day, they would meet up with Bismarck a little ways off from the dock and ensure that the big cat had caught enough food to fill his belly too. Then, they all set off for the cabin Kamiizumi called his own.

"It's so small!" Minette had said the first time she saw it, and it truly was. Tsubaki did not mind the size when there were rafters to climb and windows to slip out for a while, but he had seen many other human residences and knew it was small by comparison.

"A man should have no less than what he needs, and no more than what he can care for," Kamiizumi explained as he removed his shoes, gesturing for Minette to do the same. Tsubaki lightly patted the dust of the road off his paws at the entryway, then licked them to make sure they were clean. "I need very little, and I am frequently away, so a small house suits me fine." The swordmaster stepped over to the nearest window, opening it to let the sunlight in; Tsubaki could see the specks of dust swirl at the motion.

A moment later, the cat sneezed. Yes... he imagined the stale air would be even worse in a large house, what with his master's frequent travels.

"It's just, Bismarck won't find it easy to catnap in here," Minette said with a little worry, puffing out her cheeks. Then her eyes widened to alarm, and Tsubaki's tail went stiff at the pitch her voice reached. "When mew travel, will mew leave Minette here?! Please take Minette with!"

Kamiizumi looked from the window to her with a small frown, but thankfully, his tone stayed calm and steadying, letting Tsubaki relax. "Of course I would let you come with me, Minette. But you know I do travel at times. After all, that was how we first met."

"Minette...remembers," the girl said, her eyes casting down to the ground at the reminder. The first meeting was no longer a proud moment for her. She swayed on her feet with an awkwardness ill-befitting a cat, and Tsubaki rubbed himself against her legs to get her attention.

"Enough of that," he told Minette firmly. "We're not strays anymore." He rubbed his cheek against her again to emphasize that point. She was his kitten now, just as he was her servant.

She smiled. "Thank mew, Tsubaki. I'm sorry."

"There is no need to apologize," Kamiizumi said. "I know...as does Tsubaki...it can be hard to trust again sometimes. I would not abandon you, Minette. I have no expectation of needing to travel soon, now that Luxendarc has found peace, but should the occasion arise, I would be glad to have you by my side on the road. As for Bismarck, the nights are still warm at this time of year, and I shall get started on a shelter for him immediately. He will not have to sleep in the cold."

Bismarck roared dully from outside. Tsubaki snickered a little. The big cat was a little hard to understand with his rumbling calls, but it wasn't hard to tell that anyone would be grateful for shelter.

That time was not the last time Minette worried. Kamiizumi could not dine solely on fish--and frankly, neither could Minette, even if she tried to insist she could. Tsubaki did not exactly consider this a bad point of humans when it meant more fish for him, but it did necessitate that Kamiizumi make trips to the nearby village to trade fish and pg for other food. Minette went with him the first time, and it was no secret to Tsubaki that she was only going to stay near Kamiizumi instead of wanting to actually see the small town; her paws dragged as they approached.

People did not know what to make of a kitten that was both girl and cat. Oh, they found her feline garb appealing (as they should), but as soon as conversations started, there was confusion at how she spoke, bemusement at the meows interspersing her human speech. And from some, derision, and then outright laughter. Minette grew tense with anger, her hands shaking even as her voice broke, and Tsubaki knew she was on the verge of ordering him to attack and unsheathing her own claws. He was ready for it, too, spitting and yowling with his fur stood up to warn the brats just what a mistake they were making. It would be better if they backed off before it came to a fight, but he wasn't opposed to raking their smug faces with his claws.

Kamiizumi called them off with a voice as sharp as his blade before they could have the satisfaction. It made for a strained trip back to the cabin, and Minette had refused to go back to the village since. Kamiizumi had let the matter go for about a week or so, but following that he had tried to persuade her to come with once more.

"A lion does not flinch from a hyena's laugh."

"Minette's not a lion," the girl grumbled, keeping to the perch she'd found in the rafters, where the beams were strong enough to support her. "Bismarck's bigger."

Kamiizumi sighed from below, still preparing himself for the road. "You are a capable young woman, Minette. Do not let the small-minded bother you, when you could find others who do appreciate you."

Tsubaki caught Minette's dark look from where he sat to watch all, his own corner of the rafters. Her unhappy eyes said it all: people could be unpredictable, more trouble than they were worth. He opened his mouth in a faint meow of sympathy. Most people were entirely too much trouble. There were some good ones, and he had been lucky enough to find a few of them. But it was still nice to be able to hide and watch and be alone when he so desired.

Privately he thought Kamiizumi must understand that sentiment somewhat, to live the way he did. But the man was persistent. "One who does not wish to be alone must learn how to exist with others."

"Minette's not alone anymore," the girl protested, kicking out and swinging her legs. Master Kamiizumi caught one foot as he passed underneath, looking at her seriously with his dark eyes.

"Minette. Come down from there."

Tsubaki looked away when he saw Minette puffing up and began to slink off; this wasn't an argument that concerned him. And he knew it would be an argument; even if he wasn't looking, he could hear Minette standing up on the rafter, carefully but quickly, so that Master Kamiizumi couldn't touch her. Claiming every inch of high ground that she could. Not that the man would have used force, but no self-respecting cat let someone touch them when they didn't wish for it, and she obviously did not right now. Tsubaki slipped out of the window, letting them hash it out for themselves.

He was unsurprised to see Master Kamiizumi leave the house alone. The cat trailed after the swordmaster through the tree branches for a moment, gauging the harsh but weary look on the man's face, before he neatly jumped down onto the man's shoulder. The swordmaster, to his credit, did not jump. Tsubaki had gotten him quite used to this as a matter of routine. Going with Kamiizumi meant leaving Minette alone for the same time, but the girl had Bismarck for company, and... well, he did not like seeing either of his masters unhappy.

Kamiizumi let the cat ride on his shoulder, scratching his head gratefully. "She has so little trust in people that I worry about breaking her faith in me... I see once more why my old friend had so much trouble disciplining a few of his own. But she needs to learn."

Tsubaki mewed cautious agreement. Minette was both a cat and a girl; she probably should know some things of humans. But being a cat himself, he didn't have the first clue of what humans did that was important, let alone any inclination to learn for himself. It would be up to Kamiizumi to figure that one out.

#minette napkatti #bravely second #nobutsuna kamiizumi #tsubaki #I was deliberating between kamiizumi or minette's pov when I was suddenly like TSUBAKI #JUST GO WITH THE CAT #oh bismarck's there too #melodenesa

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A story about love //Chapter 6// (Vatya/Trixya) - Polly

Author’s note: Shout out to Kitty, big thanks and bless our chat! Also massive thank you to Yaskara, just like in general and specifically for the cat names.

So this chapter features emotional turmoil Katya, Courtney Act, the BOTS girls adopting kittens (blame Sharon), Vatya bondage (half assed bondage at best because Katya is an idiot and Violet is weak willed) and a talk that’s long overdue.

Inbox // AO3

Warning: Bondage (light ish)

(NON AU, Violet, Katya, Trixie; she/her; Flashbacks in ••• and past tense)

Summary: ‘Them letting each other back in time and time again, so easily, so foolishly, so alleviated, it scares Katya. It scares Violet too; Katya can see it on her face when her eyes take her in now.’

This is not a love story. This is a story about love.

Katya: Beautiful Goodbye

// I count the ways I let you down On my fingers and toes but I’m running out //

Trixie is perfect. Katya knows it. Katya loves it. Katya hates it.

She knows that Trixie would be worth the effort, that a relationship with her would be perfect, because Trixie fucking cares, fucking wants you to be happy. And Katya gets her, gets the in and outs and up and downs of Trixie Mattel and knows that Trixie gets her too, its what makes them work. Or used to, at least.

She remembers times when she made a joke, nothing unusual, Trixie shouldn’t have known, Katya was a master at hiding, but Trixie had known that had upset her. Because the thing is, Trixie knows, Trixie always knows when there’s something going on with Katya.

She doesn’t ask Katya about it. She takes her hand and she hugs her and she lets her cry and she’s there but she doesn’t force Katya to talk and Katya loves her for that. Because really, that’s what she needs sometimes and Trixie knows.

She thinks that, maybe, Trixie wants to know what’s going on in Katya’s head but that, maybe, she can’t see her upset. And Katya gets that, she really does. She’s too close, almost, to see her hurt. So she doesn’t ask and Katya doesn’t tell.

// When did the rain become a storm?

When did the clouds begin to form? //

She hates putting Violet and Trixie up against each other because it’s not fair. But they’re similar in ways she hadn’t fully realised before. Bitchy, bratty, frankly kind of ridiculously needy in bed, sharp, no bullshit approaches to life, honest, direct, defense mechanisms high up (Trixie has her humour where Violet has her ice queen exterior); but also kind, gentle, caring, smart, beautiful, generous, caring, and able to make Katya happier with just being there. Katya hates herself a little, maybe a lot, because she’s not sure which of them she tried to substitute with the other.

It doesn’t even make sense because there’s also so many striking differences; Violet is hard where Trixie is soft, Trixie is hard where Violet is soft and it kills her because she doesn’t know what’s better or if better is even a word you should use when describing the people you love.

Everyone likes to think the world revolves around them and it does, in a way. When Trixie was there it was all Trixie, Katya was living in Trixie world, her entire attention on her. When Violet was there it was all Violet, Katya was living in Violet world, her entire attention on her.

It was like a fucking fucked up double agent life that was bound to explode into a million burning suns that were destined to hurt everyone that stood to close to Katya. So that’s what happened eventually, it hurt Violet, it hurt Trixie, it burned Katya to a miserable pile of ash waiting to be swept by the low breeze of change. She hates herself a bit more because she’s thinking in weather analogies instead of facing her poor life decisions.

// Yeah, we got knocked off course by a natural force //

But the low breeze of change is not that kind and caring. So instead of time healing all her wounds as quickly as possible, it sends her Courtney Act to make sense of the mess.

Katya hadn’t really left the bed since Trixie had left ten days ago. She keeps refreshing Trixie’s instagram that is filled with colourful costumes, pink lips, bright smiles and golden sun brought to you directly by the ProvinceTown shows of your dreams starring Trixie fucking Mattel looking tan and carefree and happy when Katya knows that can’t actually be the case. Probably.

So that’s how Courtney finds her: unshowered, maybe slightly underfed because really living off of dried fruit and cigarettes does no one’s body good, tired, defeated, and her heart lost in the wallowing sea of pain and longing somewhere between Violet Chachki and Trixie Mattel.

But Courtney is Courtney and she hugs Katya for ten minutes even though Katya smells bad, she forces her into the shower, she buys food while Katya lets water mix in with despair and tears and she knows she’s a bit dramatic at this point but it’s all a goddamn travesty so it can’t be helped. Courtney cooks food for both of them and it’s pretty decent for being vegan, Katya cries more about Trixie and keeps quiet about Violet, Courtney nods along.

She doesn’t look surprised by anything Katya says about the break up, that maybe it was never right and that she misses her best friend and that Trixie deserves someone who’s perfect for her and that that would’ve never been Katya and that neither really paid attention to that even when they should’ve known. Katya thinks that Violet had known that better than Trixie and Katya did, thinks that Courtney did too and wonders what it is about losing all rationality when you’re in the situation yourself.

Courtney nods along some more and smiles in empathy and listens and does Katya’s dishes and Katya is pretty sure that Courtney talked to Trixie before she talked to Katya.

// And let them go, let them fly Holding back won’t turn back time Believe me, I’ve tried //

She lets go off hoping on Trixie because there’s no way to pretend they could be fine any time soon. But they will be, one day. Maybe. Hopefully.

Because Katya doesn’t think she wants to live the rest of her life without Trixie in it. It hurts and she knows it will hurt for a long time but she’s done pretending. She knows Trixie needs her time away from Katya, to figure everything out, to figure herself out and deep down Katya knows she needs that time too. Because the truth is, maybe they were a bit dependent on each other because now Trixie is gone and Katya has lost who she is, in a way. They need time off of each other but Katya hopes, knows, that, maybe, eventually, one day, they can be friends again.

Maybe this is her time to believe in fate. Maybe she can let that be the thing she learns from Trixie. That what should be will be, maybe not in the way you expect it but what should happens will happen. Maybe you need to make it happen but Trixie believes that everything will always be alright at the end.

// Beautiful goodbye

It’s dripping from your eyes

Your beautiful goodbye //

Trixie believes in love as the core of everything. Katya thinks, maybe, after all, there’s some truth to it.

Because she doesn’t call Trixie. She won’t for a while. Because she loves her and because she knows it’s for the best, at least for now, to give her space. She knows that it’s love that makes her let Trixie go.

// All the pain you try to hide //

She wants to let go of Violet too, in a way, to give her space too but she can’t. Maybe it’s because she can’t lose them both or it’s because Violet feels like home to her and she never fully gave up on that.

There’s a part of her that stayed in their New York summer, that stayed there when she left. She can’t fully let go because, maybe, it felt like everything. And she tried to hide the pain that came with hiding for so long and it didn’t work, her emotions are catching up with her and she knows that she needs to talk to Violet.

Courtney says she needs to run errands and that Katya should come with because she needs to leave the house again eventually. Courtney drives as if she’s slightly manic and Katya fears for her life while Courtney happily talks about the show she did with Adore recently. They drive until they’re at the outskirts of town and Katya leaves the car, looking around surprised.

“We’re at Michelle’s place?”

“Yeah.” Courtney smiles at her while closing the the car and pulling a key out. “She’s not here.” She unlocks the door and three cats swarm Katya’s feet. “Surprise!” Courtney says. “I’m feeding them while Michelle is on vacation.”

“Oh,” Katya murmurs before taking her shoes off and taking the cats in. “They got so big.”

“I know,” Courtney says while making her way to the living room and sitting on the carpet cross legged.

“Aren’t you going to feed them?”

“I was here before I drove to your place but I thought I’d take you here. I thought that might cheer you up.”

Katya sits down next to Courtney while the cats bump their heads against her legs. Katya lets her fingers run through the soft fur of the black one and does indeed feel comforted, if by the memories or the cats themselves, she doesn’t know. “Thank you.”

Courtney nods at her with a smile. “Remember when Sharon found them? And Alaska and Michelle were all like ‘We have to take them to animal rescue?’” Courtney laughs quietly.

Katya joins in for a moment. The scene playing out in her head: Sharon Needles emerging from the dark, cold night, holding five dirty, abandoned, underfed kittens and demanding that they would be the tour cats while Michelle, Alaska and eventually Jinkx tried to talk sense into her. Unsuccessfully, obviously. Instead they had taken them to the doctors and had taken care of them in a too small tour bus during the last week of tour. Two of the cats lived with Sharon while the other three were running in circles around Courtney and Katya now.

“Remember when you and Adore were too busy to properly name your cat and ended up with calling her Baby?”

Courtney picks Baby up now and strokes through her fur while grinning at Katya. “Should’ve named her Bianca, honestly. With those panda eyes.”

Katya shakes her head with a grin. “I still don’t get why Alaska, Jinkx and Sharon got to name one cat each all alone while you and Adore and me and Vi had to share naming responsibilities.”

“Early season privilege.” Courtney mimics Sharon with a grin.

“And Alaska wasted a perfectly good opportunity and named hers Alley Cat,” Katya says, trying to sound genuinely offended while looking at Alley Cat biting into Courtney’s toe.

“It’s a pun. Because it’s like the name Allie but also it’s a cat that Sharon found in an alley,” Courtney grins dumbly and rolls her eyes.

“It’s dumb is what it is.”

“Judging from the fact that you and Violet ended up with the name Leonardo DiCatprio I’d guess that you won that one though,” Courtney grins.

“We about fell out girl,” Katya says, remembering the almost fight her and Violet had gotten in over naming a fucking kitten and smiles at the ridiculousness. “I think in the end she accepted my creative genius.”

“Or gave up.”

“Or gave up,” Katya echoes with a grin. Courtney doesn’t say anything and Katya looks up from where she had let her hand run through Leonardo DiCatprio’s black fur.

“Did you know that Violet comes here every time she’s in LA? Like comes here straight from the airport to visit the cats?” Courtney says nonchalantly while keeping her eyes focused on her fingers in Baby’s fur.

“She does?”

Courtney looks at Katya and nods. Katya can feel Courtney’s intense stare on her when she lets her eyes follow Leonardo DiCatprio and Alley Cat who are play fighting on the rug before Katya’s feet now.

It’s the exact information you don’t need when you’re trying to kind of get over someone, a reminder of why you fell in love with them.

It’s stupid. It doesn’t make sense for Violet to be this… soft.

But there’s those glances, those contradictions that kept Katya hooked.

Violet likes to pretend that nothing can touch her, Katya knows differently and she loves her for that.

Violet, when performing in the damn finale for Drag Race season 7, had worn her very first burlesque costume. It was so uncharacteristically sentimental it had made Katya do a double take.

One of the few times Katya and Violet had been dumb enough to actually hook up on tour, they hadn’t even gotten that far because Adore and Courtney had called, drunk and melodramatic, but Violet had left immediately to take care of them.

Violet, with an eyeroll but no protest at 3 a.m., listening to Katya talk about everything and nothing.

Violet who says she doesn’t smile in photos because she looks stupid with crinkly eyes.

Violet who comes to Michelle’s house every time she gets the chance to play with cats.

It breaks Katya’s heart because she longs for her. And she doesn’t want to fuck it up again. Doesn’t want to hurt Violet. Doesn’t want to hurt Trixie. But she did and she hates herself for it.

“I saw her three days ago,” Courtney says now and Katya looks up.

“Violet?”

“Yeah.” There’s silence for a moment. “You should talk to her.” And just like that Katya knows that Trixie had told her everything. She’s okay with that she thinks because she’s definitely not in the mood to talk about it herself, at least not with Courtney, maybe with Violet though.

“I know. I will.”

// And now I’m kissing your tears goodnight //

••• Katya looked after Trixie for a moment before fixating back on Violet who appeared like she was about to go into hysterics and closed the door.

With Violet’s hand in her own she maneuvered both of them to the couch, worried, abut pretty certain what this was about.

“What happened?“

Instead of answering Violet started to cry and Katya’s heart couldn’t take it.

“Vi.“ She pulled Violet against herself and felt wet trails of tears on her neck.

They sat like that for a while, Katya stroking over Violets back, Violet clutching onto Katya, occasional sobs leaving her lips until she began to calm down. •

// And I can’t take it, you’re even perfect when you cry //

• Violet leaned back and Katya was fascinated by her.

The intensity Violet did everything with was both a mystery and a hazard.

She was like a fucking thunderstorm on a beach at night; dark, mysterious, a force of nature.

Beautiful in a way you wouldn’t expect her to be; steady waves crashing onto cliffs and soft tears on pale skin.

“What happened?“ Katya asked again, her thumb rubbing over the back of Violet’s hand.

The sharp inhale of Violet’s breath filled the room for a moment and Katya was worried she was going to cry again, worried that she couldn’t take her strong Violet crying again, worried that Violet was in pain.

Violet sniffed. “I didn’t get the job.“

Katya nodded, she had expected this, given Violet’s current state.

Unlucky at cards, lucky in love, Katya thinks. She didn’t say it, of course she didn’t. Violet would probably smack her in the face.

“Did Fame get it instead?“

Violet sniffed again, tears collecting in her eyes. “No! She didn’t. They gave it to some dumb french whore that’s like fucking 19 years old with a great ass.“ Violet paused and looked at Katya with a surprising intensity for a moment. “I have a great ass.“

Katya couldn’t help the snort that came out and her heart fluttered a bit at the small smile that was playing at the corner of Violet’s lips now. Katya tried to mimic Violet’s intense look and spoke, matter of factly, dead pan voice, serious gaze. “You do! You do have a great ass. It should be on the cover all the magazines.“

Obnoxious, loud Violet-laughter filled the apartment for a moment and Katya smiled at her, the world so much more beautiful when Violet laughed.

Violet looked at her thankfully for a moment before letting out a sigh, more dramatic than upset now, really. “Am I becoming old and irrelevant and ugly now?“ she paused and stared at Katya. “Am I becoming you?“

“Bitch!“ Katya hit her in the face with a pillow, Violet laughed.

There was comfortable silence for a moment. Comfortable silence and Violet’s hand in hers.

“It just sucks,“ Violet sounded calmer now, calmer and heartbroken. “I had like ideas and shit.“

“I know,“ Katya said, not sure what else there was to say. She leaned back against the couch, pulling Violet with her, her body in between Katya’s legs, arms around each other, Violet’s head resting on Katya’s chest right over her heart, probably hearing the steady beating. “I know, love.“

Violet didn’t react to the pet name and Katya was glad. She felt Violet’s hand that had somehow found its way under Katya’s shirt rubbing slow circles there and smiled. They just lay there like that for a while, taking the city noises and each other in without saying anything.

She placed a fast kiss on Violet’s temple and stroked some hair back. “I vote chocolate cake. Or sex“

Violet smiled up at her. “Why not both?“

“I like your thinking, Miss Chachki.”

Violet let out a laugh and Katya looked at her, truly a thunderstorm at a beach at night sometimes and thought that thunderstorms and nights didn’t stay forever and besides, a beach during sunlight was more beautiful anyway.

// And I remember your eyes were so bright //

••• There was an excited glint in Violet’s eyes when she finished closing the cuff around Katya’s left ankle, Katya’s legs still in the thigh highs, the rest of her naked. Naked except for wig and high class whore boots she had been wearing since performing a few hours ago.

Violet was similarly serving looks; a red short wig with bangs, pasties still on her nipples, the garter belt and stockings on, no panties, her and Katya’s red lipsticks all around her mouth, looking like some kind of manic love child of the Joker and a 50’s underwear model and well, kind of really hot.

Violet leaned down and pecked Katya on her mouth before straddling her. She smirked and dug her fingernails into Katya’s skin, scratching over her chest, causing Katya to hiss at the pain and judging from Violet’s face there were more marks to be left on Katya’s body tonight. Katya tried to figure out why that appealed to her.

Violet leaned down and licked over Katya’s neck before moving her mouth to her ear. “You need a safe word.“

”What?” Where was Violet going to take this?

“I doubt you’ll use it but you need one.” Violet paused her tongue’s journey over Katya’s neck and leaned back to lock eyes with her. “You look panicked, are you panicked? We can stop.“

Katya tried to form a coherent thought. She wasn’t panicked just a bit… surprised? “Uh… no.”

They looked at each other for a moment, well really more Violet looking at Katya calculatingly while Katya looked at Violet’s body and was genuinely sad that she couldn’t touch her now.

Violet raised her eyebrows and smirked at her while letting her hands travel over Katya’s chest, no scratching this time, before leaning down and kissing her hungrily and Katya really wanted to discard Violet’s wig and bury her hands in her hair, to pull at it a little and she wasn’t sure if she was actually going to enjoy being tied up.

“Purple Rain,“ she said before biting down on Violet’s bottom lip aggressively.

Violet’s head jerked back while her hand moved to her lip. “What?“

“That’s my safe word. Purple rain. Get it? Cause its like the song and because you’re Violet.” Katya broke out into laughter while Violet looked back at her, an unreadable expression on her face.

“Mhm, smart,” Violet said in a deadpan voice.

“Thanks, I thought so too,” Katya answered, trying to mimic Violet’s tone.

Violet snorted lightly and moved her fingers to pinch Katya in the nipple hard. "Bitch,” she laughed with Katya joining in. Violet sighed softly. “Fine, whatever.“

She pecked Katya on the lips again before getting up to go to her drawers, opening one that Katya knew contained various kinds of toys, and began to search for something.

“Well, isn’t that fun just chilling here, all tied up and waiting for my mistress or whatever to fuck herself on me,“ Katya said, admittedly purely to annoy Violet who let out an angry breath while lightly shaking her head. Katya dropped her head back against the pillow with a smirk.

“Sometimes silence can just be silence, you know?“ Violet’s voice sounded annoyed and Katya was satisfied.

She stayed quiet for a moment, trying obedience. Probably.

She stared at Violet’s ass, at the garter belt, the stockings while Violet continued to search for something in her sex drawer and grew impatient.

“Speaking of silence,“ Katya started and Violet groaned. "The movie title ‘Silence of the Lambs’ technically makes very little sense. Have you ever been close to sheep? I have! And they’re not silent at all,“ Katya said with a smirk while watching Violet slightly shaking her head and turning it to look at Katya over her shoulder.

“You’re literally the worst person ever to do this with.“ Violet took her wig off and opened her bun, her dark hair cascading down her naked back now, contrasting with the pale skin.

“Well, I’m also the only person who’s here so whatcha gonna do, babe?“ Katya smirked and watched as Violet finally closed the drawer again.

"I hate you so fucking much,“ Violet said with a smile before getting up and walking back to Katya.

"The bulge in your Dita von Teese panties suggests otherwise.” Katya did her, arguably horrible, RuPaul impersonation while Violet looked at her somewhere between amused and annoyed.

“I’m not even wearing underwear, you whore. Also, ever heard of hate fucking?”

“Ever heard of fucking a giraffe? Cause that’s what sex with you feels like.”

Violet looked at Katya with wide eyes for a moment before letting out a small chuckle. “What the actual fuck, Kat?“

Violet sat next to Katya on the bed again and Katya properly looked at the items in Violet’s hands. A ball gag and a smooth looking piece of fabric and she felt slightly shaken now. Being tied up was basically taking all her power already and adding not seeing and speaking to that?

Violet paused her trying to get a knot out of the blindfold and raised her eyebrows at Katya. “Are you really sure you’re okay with this?“

Katya was pretty sure; the proposition of Violet ‘taking care of her’ did sound too delicious to pass up. She was just nervous but seeing Violet smile at her so warmly, so understandingly, it made it more comfortable. “Yeah, it’s fine. Sorry for talking the entire time.“

Violet held the ball gag up in her hand and Katya nodded.

“It’s okay. I get it,“ Violet said while positioning the ball gag in Katya’s mouth and closing it at the back of her neck.

“You keep talking because you would feel too vulnerable otherwise.“ Violet smirked at her and her voice sounded stronger, more dominant somehow and Katya did feel a bit too vulnerable now. Violet seemed to sense Katya’s discomfort and kissed her cheek softly.

Her hand slowly stroked over Katya’s chest. “You’re okay?“ she asked, dropping character again, her lips still lingering over Katya’s cheek.

Violet’s skin on her own, the movement of her fingers so tender and her voice so soft sent a wave of affection through Katya’s body.

She looked up to Violet; her Violet, hair messy and sweaty now that it was freed from her wig, the exaggerated fake eyelashes gone, both their red lipsticks messily covering half her face and a fond smile on her face and Katya needed her.

She had never been one to shy away from new experiences and there was part of her that was weirdly allured by the prospect of getting to see a more dominant Violet, of giving herself to her fully. She nodded.

“Okay,“ Violet said before pressing another fast kiss on Katya’s cheek, right next to her ear. “The ball gag is fine?“ Katya nodded again, if she was going to do this, she wasn’t going to do it halfway.

“Right.“ Violet looked at Katya for a moment as if gauging at any sign of discomfort Katya’s body could show. She spoke again, still a gentle tone. “So the safe word doesn’t really work anymore,“ Violet smiled. She moved her hand to stroke over Katya’s wrist, resting it right under the handcuff. “Can you snip?“ Katya snipped loudly.

“Good. Do that if anything makes you uncomfortable. I don’t expect that to happen, I’m not going to do anything unusual but just in case.“ Violet shrugged her shoulders and Katya felt a lot more comfortable now. “I’m also going to watch your body very closely.“ Violet paused, a smirk on her face. “Because I want to,“ she winked while her finger danced around Katya’s lower abdomen and was dangerously close to her hardening dick.

“Well and to look out for any signs of you being uncomfortable too. But…“ she smiled and let the sentence hang in the air while looking at Katya’s naked body hungrily. “The thigh-highs are really it,“ she said and the familiar tone of desire in her voice certainly did things to Katya.

Violet smiled at Katya softly again before pressing a kiss onto her chest. And Katya appreciated Violet explaining everything, she really did, but she would also appreciate Violet sucking her dick about now.

As if she had noticed Katya’s shift in mood again, Violet grinned. “Well,“ she said while picking up the blindfold and moving her hands behind Katya’s head, tying it there. “Here goes.“

The silk was soft against Katya’s skin and was successful in robbing Katya of her vision. There she was, unable to move, unable to speak, unable to see and fully at Violet Chachki’s mercy and it was just a little bit thrilling.

She felt the bed move and the material of Violet’s stockings rubbing on her naked skin and assumed that Violet had moved to somewhat kneel next to her.

“I know you, Katya.“ Violet’s breath hit the side of Katya’s neck, a warm, soft stream of air, mixing in with Violet’s voice, smooth and controlled, and Katya felt a stirring in her lower abdomen.

“You don’t like to give up control.“ Her tongue on Katya’s collarbone. Her hand digging into Katya’s hip.

“You’re afraid to give yourself to the moment.“ Violet’s lips on her chest while she spoke, causing shivers to travel through Katya’s body.

“I want you to give yourself to the moment.“ Her tongue circling Katya’s nipple.

“Fully.“ Her teeth digging into Katya’s skin.

“Shamelessly.“ Her mouth wandering over Katya’s stomach, surely leaving a trail of red lipstick everywhere.

“Indefinitely.“ A kiss on Katya’s lower abdomen, inches from her hard dick and Katya couldn’t breathe.

“How does that sound?“ Violet’s face was next to hers again, her teeth biting Katya’s earlobe softly, her hand digging into Katya’s chest. Katya nodded weakly and for once was thankful for the blindfold and not having to look at Violet’s self satisfied face; besides she could feel the smile on Violet’s lips on her neck anyway.

“Are you going to be good for me now?“ Violet’s voice was low and controlled and her index finger was softly stroking over the side of Katya’s neck. Katya nodded again.

“Good.“

Only feeling Violet’s movements was an interesting sensation and Katya understood why Violet had also gotten the blindfold. Everything felt more intense, the soft material of the handcuffs on her wrists, Violet’s hand on her hip, her other at her jaw, softly tilting Katya’s head, she could hear Violet’s breathing for a moment, Violet’s soft lips on the side of her neck, sucking at the skin there for a while, leaving a mark, circling it with her tongue, could hear the need, the possessiveness in Violet’s voice. "To show the world who owns you.“

It was insane, absolutely ridiculous, and Katya was thankful for the ball gag stopping her from speaking because surely her voice would be filled with pathetic need, words she maybe meant a bit too much, leaving her lips. She would be Violet’s. Wanted to be Violet’s. Wanted Violet to be hers. Fully, shamelessly, indefinitely.

Violet placed a soft kiss on Katya’s jaw before leaning back, the ends of her hair tickling Katya’s skin.

Violet straddled her and dug her fingernails into Katya’s chest roughly, painfully, and when she spoke again Katya could hear the smirk in her voice.

“I’m in charge now, slut.“

Lips on her nipple, sucking on it roughly, biting, while Violet’s fingertips lightly danced over her lower abdomen and Katya could barely breathe. Maybe it was the ball gag or maybe the fact that she had never felt this defenseless, exposed but liberated in a sexual setting.

She gave in, Violet’s touch on her, her voice in her ear, all lines were crossed, all trust was given, she let herself fall, lost herself in Violet. It was something Katya had been waiting for, maybe, experiencing the beauty of feeling possessed.

“You’re being so good, Kat.” Violet kissed Katya’s stomach softly, just over her dick. ”You’re being so good for me.” Violet’s fingers were around her dick, rolling the condom on slowly and Katya was thankful for the ball gag allowing her to bite onto it so hard it hurt a bit.

The gentle tickle of Violet’s hair on her chest again. “I want you. I want you so fucking much, Kat.” Violet’s hand cupped Katya’s face lightly and the contradiction of the sweet touch and Violet’s raspy voice set her body on fire.

Violet always felt good around her but this was different, this was Violet controlling every move, the pace, the speed, the rhythm and Katya would let Violet do just about anything to her.

It was surrender, capitulation to Violet’s every touch and Katya was fully giving up; was giving up on fighting for control now, was giving up on fighting her feelings for Violet when she so obviously could never stay away, was giving up keeping her walls up, was giving herself to her.

She thought that maybe Violet could tell, her voice, filled with quiet moans, next to Katya’s ear. “You’re so beautiful when you’re not thinking so much.”

Violet’s hands were on the back of her neck, opening the ball gag, taking it out off Katya’s mouth, pressing a fast peck onto her lips before digging her fingers harshly in Katya’s chest again.

“I thought the point was so that I wouldn’t talk for once,” Katya said in between moans as soon as Violet’s lips left hers.

Violet let out a quiet giggle and Katya wished she could see her now, see her and touch her and show her just how much she appreciated this, loved this, needed her, wanted this.

The feeling of hair tickling her chest again, Violet’s hand cupping Katya’s jaw. “Kind of, but I miss hearing you. You’re close-” she moved her hips up and down a few times and Katya couldn’t suppress the desperate moans and really wished she could see Violet riding her. “-and I need to hear you, babe.”

Violet moved around her with harsh, fast movements now and Katya was sure she was touching herself, her low moans mixing in with Katya’s own.

“Fuck, Vi,” she moaned before coming hard. Violet moved around her for a moment longer before Katya could feel Violet’s body shaking slightly and hearing those moans she had grown so accustomed too, she had a pretty good idea how Violet’s face looked now but she wished she could see her.

Violet moved off her and disposed the condom before Katya could feel fumbling on her ankles and then her wrists. She didn’t move once she was freed, bathing in the sensation for a moment longer, and felt Violet strip her off her thigh highs, the blindfold and remove her wig carefully.

Katya turned her head and watched as Violet stripped out of the garter belt and slowly rolled her stockings of her legs, sending a wink to Katya, before laying down next to her, both of them just looking at each other for a moment.

“This was amazing, Vi. You’re amazing.” Katya sounded like an idiot but it couldn’t be helped.

“Dito.” Well at least they both sounded like idiots.

Violet smiled at her and let out a small giggle, Katya watching on helplessly as Violet threw her head back and her eyes crinkled, ‘I love you’, she thought. •

// So in love that night //

• It’s what she had known at the back of her mind for the longest time, really, that one day Violet would steal her heart, it’s what she had tried to avoid. She didn’t want to deal with the fear that came with loving Violet.

She finally moved and leaned over Violet instead.

The giggles died down and Violet locked eyes with Katya for a moment before smiling at her again while letting her thumb run over Katya’s bottom lip, surely no lipstick left on it anymore.

Car honking, chattering and general New York noises filled the room, Violet had opened a window before stripping out of the last of her clothes, and Katya felt the energy of the city in the room but wanted nothing more but to stay in the quiet of Violet’s bedroom.

She marvelled at the epiphany that she loved Violet for a moment before kissing her. She put it all in the kiss; ‘I trust you’, ‘I’m happier when you’re around’, ‘I miss you when you’re gone’, ‘I love you’ and ‘I’m scared’. She couldn’t say it, not yet, not now, but she really hoped that Violet would know. •••

// And I remember your eyes were so bright //

Katya drives to Violet’s apartment after Courtney drops her home and after she takes another quick shower because there’s cat fur everywhere and then leaves immediately. She feels as if this conversation can’t wait any longer now.

“Katya. What…What are you- Why are you… What?” Violet says when she eventually does open the door. She looks tired and Katya wonders if she had already been asleep and feels a bit bad. But Violet being sleepy right now helps her a bit because at least she’s not screaming at her.

“We need to talk.” There must be something in her voice because Violet stares back at her for a moment, hair wild, T-shirt crinkled, her legs barely covered by the shorts she is wearing, and steps away from the door to let Katya in.

Katya can tell that Violet lets her in against her better judgement when she steps away from the door. She looks at Katya, her eyes soft but wary. Violet probably wants this all to be over with, wants to save herself from further hurt and Katya gets it. Violet is rational, they both are.

But Violet also opened the door for Katya and let her in, like Katya let’s Violet back in.

Them letting each other back in time and time again, so easily, so foolishly, so alleviated, it scares Katya. It scares Violet too; Katya can see it on her face when her eyes take her in now.

“Trixie and I broke up. Trixie broke up with me.” They’re still in Violet’s hall and Violet crosses her arms over her chest.

“I know. Courtney told me.” Violet looks at her calculatedly for a moment. “Why?”

Katya lets out a shaky sigh. “Can we sit?”

Violet sighs as well and lets her hand run through her hair in a way that Katya knows means she’s nervous. “Okay.” She leads them to sit on the couch.

Katya stares at the magazines on the coffee table for a moment, at Violet’s laptop, the empty wine glass and takes a deep breath.

“Trixie and I broke up because it wasn’t right. It never was right as a relationship. And we should’ve know and I’m sorry.”

“Okay?” Violet sounds wary now and Katya isn’t sure what to make out of it and she’s not sure if it was fair to just spring this talk onto her but it’s what’s happening now.

“I need to tell you something and it’s important and I need to say it and… I… and you can’t interrupt me, okay?”

Violet looks back at her with raised eyebrows and Katya hopes that she is at least curious enough to hear her out. “Okay.”

Katya couldn’t tell her what she had felt last year.

Couldn’t tell her that the reason she asked Violet to stay the night even when Katya was busy wasn’t to fuck her but because Katya felt better when Violet was there, lighter and grounded at the same time somehow.

Couldn’t tell her that she liked having her next to her at night, hearing Violet’s voice last thing before she fell asleep. Couldn’t tell her that her heart ached when Violet was upset as if it was her own pain. Couldn’t tell her that Violet looking so conflicted when telling her about how she admired Katya for being so easy to like was one of Katya’s most treasured memories; because she let her walls down, because she let Katya in, let Katya see her heart. Couldn’t tell her how she missed Violet the minute the taxi drove off. Couldn’t tell her she loved her then.

Couldn’t tell her she loved her when the morning sun was dipping her in golden light and her lips tasted like mint, her movements unsure but like she had a goal in mind. Couldn’t tell her she loved her when Violet brought home Katya’s favourite food after a bad day. Couldn’t tell her she loved her when she let out a sigh, moved closer, resting her head on Katya’s shoulder, her breath on Katya’s neck and talked to Katya all night, a smile playing around her lips even though Katya had woken her up at 3 a.m. Couldn’t tell her she loved her when she was kissing Katya, a warm September day, only hours away from a flight from New York to Los Angeles Katya would be on. Couldn’t tell her she loved when she was standing on the sidewalk next to a taxi Katya was in, staying there while the car drove away, looking after Katya when Katya had expected her to walk back in straight away.

And Katya wants to tell her everything. Everything she never said last year, wants to tell her how she remembers all the moments from last summer. Wants to tell how she thinks that she thinks that she, maybe, will never be able to fully leave that summer because it was… everything.

If there was a way to turn back time, she would. She would tell Violet how she’s the only person who ever got to hear Katya’s middle of the night doubts, how she’s the only one Katya was that vulnerable for, how for Violet’s eyes only, Katya had bared her heart.

It was almost as if she had had no choice other than let her defenses down, as if her body had taken her heart and her feelings and her everything and had just given it to Violet; ‘this is all I can give you, for when the world is a bit too much, you will at least have this, will have me, if you want.’

The all too familiar urge to leave, to make a joke, to downplay it overcomes her. But she can’t. They need to talk about it, for closure, for a beginning, for an ending, for what it’s worth.

She could name 100 things she likes about Violet and wouldn’t even have started; way too many adjectives and bad comparisons and it would still not be good enough.

It could never be enough because it’s stupid, because love is stupid and Katya is scared and defenseless and she says it anyway, says it all.

“I like you. I just like everything about you.” Violet’s expression is unreadable but Katya keeps her eyes locked with her anyway.

“The way you dance on stage and I like how it’s way different from the way you move normally. And the way you talk, even when it’s a bit bitchy at times, and I like the way you walk and hate it when you walk away and I know that sounds dumb.” A small smile creeps into the corner of Violet’s mouth for only a second but it’s enough to make Katya’s heart light. She can’t bear the eye contact once the smile is gone again. She stares at Violet’s hands instead.

“I like your hands. I like the way you don’t think you’re they’re pretty, how you think they’re mismatched to the rest of your body because it’s stupid,” Violet laughs a little but it sounds weird, careful almost.

“And I like that you laugh about jokes that you didn’t understand just because I started them. And I love the way you care and how you’re kind and gentle and I hope you understand that I’m not good at this but I hope that you know.“

Katya looks up Violet looks at her and she looks scared and Katya isn’t sure, maybe she’s crying a bit.

// And I can’t take it, you’re even perfect when you cry //

“I…,“ Violet starts, voice trembling. “I don’t know what to say.“ But she takes Katya’s hand between both of her own and Katya loves her a little more.

"I loved you,” Katya says and Violet’s eyes widen and then Katya surprises herself because she continues talking. Continues even though her voice is breaking and her hands are shaking and she can’t look Violet in the eyes. Violet’s hands are warm and safe around her own. “I love you.”

Violet takes in a sharp inhale of breath and Katya looks at her to meet her gaze.

// And I remember your eyes were so bright When I first met you, how in love were we that night? //

#vatya #trixya #angst #fluff #smut #a story about love #polly #katya zamolodchikova #trixie mattel #violet chachki #rpdr fanfiction #canon compliant

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SWF 1

"Sailing With Fire"

Rated M for eventual smut.

Summary: Lucy is in desperate need of a break from the mage life and embarks on a two week cruise alongside her partner, Natsu. What they don't know is that it's a cruise designed specifically for couples. With no other choice than to pretend they are married, the two try to enjoy the cruise the best they can, all the while dealing with uncharted feelings.

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Chapter 1

Call today to reserve your spot for a two week cruise!

Lucy tapped her blue-painted fingernails on the brochure, her head resting in the palm of her other hand as she studied the pamphlet with piqued curiosity. Her body was aching from head to toe, screaming at her to pick up and call. A relaxing vacation was just what the girl needed, especially after the hefty amount of grueling jobs she had taken with Natsu and Happy to make some money after the seven years they had been asleep on Tenrou Island. The only problem was she didn't want to go alone.

Lucy enjoyed having time to herself, it was a necessity. But two weeks' worth of being away from the guild sounded incredibly lonely. However, money was tight for most members of the guild since they had to pay seven years' worth of rent. If it wasn't for her father's surprise gift, the blonde herself would've never been considering to go on a vacation either.

Who would she go with? Cana would probably try to get her drunk most of the time, so that wasn't an option. Lucy would've liked to spend her vacation without a hangover, after all. Mira was on station at the guild, providing food for those that couldn't afford any yet; Levy had left on a week-long job with the rest of Shadow Gear; Erza and Wendy were having financial issues. Gray was out of the question- having Juvia consider her a love rival was bad enough, she didn't need to add more fuel to the fire. All that was left were Natsu and Happy.

Lucy wasn't entirely opposed to the two coming. They were her partners, after all, and were her best friends. The problem was that being around Natsu and Happy, it was hard to imagine the cruise would be relaxing if they were to join. They were two of the rowdiest mages Fairy Tail had to offer, and that was saying something since most of the guild seemed to lack an indoor voice.

It wasn't long until Lucy remembered that her dragon slayer friend had a severe case of motion sickness.

"I wonder if they have anything to combat that," she thought with a frown. It was beginning to look like her vacation was going to be a mere dream. "It couldn't hurt to find out."

Picking up the pamphlet and dialing the small numbers at the bottom right corner, Lucy waited patiently as the phone rang. After three rings, someone picked up.

"Hello, this is Anu of Earthland Cruises speaking. How may I help you?" a kind woman inquired. Her voice was soft and higher pitched, reminding the blonde of a certain ram spirit.

"Hi, my name is Lucy Heartfilia. I was wondering if your cruises have something to help with motion sickness," Lucy answered, straight to the point.

"Most of our cruises do offer mages that can cast a spell over someone to help with their motion sickness. It doesn't last all day, but it is better than nothing. Which cruise are you interested in?"

"The one that departs from Hargeon Port this Friday."

Lucy heard shuffling from the other end until Anu stated, "You're in luck! There are mages stationed on that cruise! Would you like to reserve a spot?"

"Oh, not yet," Lucy answered. "I have to think it over still. Thank you for all of your help!"

"No problem! Call again if you would like to reserve your spot! Have a nice day!"

"You too!"

Lucy hung up and resumed tapping on her desk. It was a good thing the cruise had a way to combat Natsu's motion sickness, but would he want to go in the first place? And if he did, would it be wise to? She did want to relax, after all.

Needing a break away from the pamphlet, Lucy rose from her seat and strolled into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and stripped away her clothing until she was stark naked. When the water was warm enough, the girl entered the shower and let the hot water pelt her skin. Lathering her golden locks with strawberry scented shampoo, she hummed to herself, feeling at peace.

Once she was finished washing up, Lucy stepped out of the shower and dried herself off with a towel before wrapping it around her curvy body. Since she forgot to bring another towel for her hair, the blonde shrugged and left the bathroom to throw on clothes.

Only to find her two partners sitting on her bed, eating her food and making a mess.

"Yo, Luce!" Natsu greeted with a mouth full of food. "Took you long enough!"

"Aye! She always takes forever showering!" Happy added.

A vein ticked in Lucy's forehead as her hands formed tight fists. Without a moment's hesitation, the girl jumped in the air to deliver a nasty kick. Unfortunately for her, Natsu was faster and expected her to react in such a way.

"That won't work on me again!" he exclaimed with a mischievous grin as he grabbed Lucy's ankle and held her upside down.

Lucy squealed as the towel that was wrapped around her body began to loosen and threatened to fall.

"Put me down already, Natsu!" she ordered.

The boy cackled and obliged, only to be slapped across the face a second later by a red-faced Lucy.

"Oi, what was that for!?" the pinkette demanded.

"For barging into my apartment again!" Lucy answered, narrowing her eyes at him. "How many times do I have to tell you not to come here without my permission? You pervert!"

"Oi! I ain't a pervert, Gray is! And if it was really a big deal you would've locked the window!"

"I shouldn't have to! Only you and Happy are idiotic enough to fly through the window without asking!"

"Yeah, yeah," Natsu shrugged nonchalantly. "We just wanted to hang out."

"No, you just wanted my food," Lucy replied, crossing her arms. At Natsu's sheepish grin, she sighed. "Whatever. I'm going to go get dressed. I'll be right back."

With a tired sigh, Lucy shut the bathroom door behind her after grabbing some clothes from her dresser. Her body was still aching from their jobs, so even the simple task of throwing clothes on was proving to be a struggle.

"I really need a vacation," the girl thought, reminded of what she was doing before her shower.

After getting dressed, she headed back outside where her friends were waiting, a hairbrush in her hand. She sat at her desk while Natsu and Happy sat on the bed. Lifting her arm to brush her hair, she winced and inhaled sharply.

"Your arms are that sore?" Happy questioned.

"Yeah," the blonde answered. "We did a lot of lifting on our last job. My body is just really tired." Handing the hairbrush to Natsu, she asked, "Can you brush my hair for me?"

The boy shrugged and accepted the brush. He rarely brushed his own hair, not caring about how he looked. Occasionally Lucy or Erza would make him brush through it for a fancier type of job, but other than that, he left his pink locks untamed.

Natsu dragged the bristles from the top of Lucy's head towards the ends of her hair, only to be caught on a knot halfway through. The blonde's head yanked backwards at the sudden tangle.

"Be careful, Natsu!" she chided. "Start from the bottom, then work your way up!"

"That'll take forever," the said boy groaned. Still, he followed the girl's order and started from the tips of her hair. He lightly worked his way up, trying his hardest not to hurt his partner. He didn't like seeing her in pain, no matter how slight it may be.

Despite what everyone at the guild had said, Natsu wasn't as dense as they believed. He had long suspected that his feelings for a certain celestial mage ran deeper than friendship. Of course, he hadn't acted on his feelings, not wanting to ruin their friendship. The boy was content with what they had already and didn't see a need to change it.

But that didn't stop the way his heart felt lighter simply from brushing through her hair.

Lucy smiled at the boy appreciatively as she placed the hairbrush onto her desk. Her chocolate brown eyes landed on the pamphlet, reminding her of her predicament. With a deep sigh, she abandoned all doubts and grabbed the cruise pamphlet before turning back towards her partners.

"We should go on a vacation," Lucy stated, handing them the brochure. "And I think a cruise sounds fun. What do you think?"

Immediately, Natsu slouched in bed while his face grew pale and dotted with sweat.

"That's cruel, Lucy," he replied, his voice gurgled. "Don't bring up transportation around me."

"But they'll have mages stationed that can help with that!" the blonde persisted. "What do you think, Happy?"

The said exceed glanced up towards his peeled-over partner. He had long since known about Natsu's feelings towards their third musketeer. Hell, he knew about them before Natsu himself did. This would've been the perfect opportunity to make something happen between the two.

Happy grabbed the pamphlet and studied it. A cruise did sound fun, but so did staying at the guild and talking to Charle. If staying behind gave his best friend a chance to act on his feelings, he would do it.

Happy removed the sticker that kept the pamphlet folded up to read more information about the cruise. Immediately his eyes widened, a mischievous grin plastered to his face. Luckily for him, Lucy was paying close attention to Natsu to notice. Folding up the brochure and putting the sticker back onto it, Happy shoved it into his knapsack without being noticed.

"I'll pass," the cat stated. "I want to stay here!"

"Really?" Lucy asked with a frown. "Did it not sound like fun?"

"I'm a cat! I don't like water!" Happy lied.

The blonde arched a brow. "Since when? You've been on boats before. And you've gone swimming."

"That's different! Anyways, I'm going back to the guild to see Charle! Bye!"

With that, wings sprouted from Happy's back and he flew out the window without sparing the two another glance.

Lucy's brow was still raised in confusion. She wasn't expecting that at all. Glancing back at her other partner, the girl released a heavy sigh.

"I guess I don't really need a vacation. Saving money would be smart anyways."

Minutes passed by between the two without either of them saying a word. Once Natsu's stomach settled, he picked himself up to study Lucy. Her pink lips were tugged into a frown as she worked on her newest story, one that he hadn't been able to sneak a peek at yet.

Natsu prided himself in the fact that he knew Lucy better than anyone else. It was because of this that he noticed her rather glum behavior since they returned from Tenrou Island. It wasn't like he could blame her, however. With the passing of her father, it was no doubt that she would be upset, despite their distant and fragile relationship. There was also the fact that her body definitely needed a break.

And it wasn't hard to tell she was really looking forward to the cruise.

"Alright, I'll go on the c-cruise with you," Natsu relented with a sigh, his stomach churning at the thought of being on a boat. He was skeptical of riding a boat without Wendy there to cast Troia on him. Still, if it meant making Lucy happy, he would strap himself onto a boat for the rest of his life if he had to.

Lucy whipped her head towards the pinkette, her eyes sparkling with delight. "You will?"

"Sure, why not? Sounds like fun!"

"You're a terrible liar. It's fine, Natsu. I can just go some other time-"

The said boy cut her off as he grabbed her phone and placed it in her hand.

"Just call them already!" he ushered. "You know you wanna go, so just reserve it!"

Lucy smiled gratefully and nodded, glad that she had a friend to go with. Though Natsu was irrational and brash at times, he truly was an amazing friend.

Lucy glanced around for the pamphlet, only to come up short.

"It looks like Happy accidentally took it with him," she stated. "Good thing I have them in my recent calls."

The blonde swung her legs back and forth giddily with a smile planted on her face as the phone rang. She nearly squealed with excitement when someone answered.

"Hello, this is Anu of Earthland Cruises speaking. How may I help you?" the same woman from before questioned.

"Hi! This is Lucy Heartfilia again, I called earlier!" she replied. "I'm here to reserve a room for the cruise!"

"Oh, yes!" Anu replied in recognition. "The one that departs from Hargeon, correct?"

"Yep!"

"Can I get your full names again?"

Lucy arched a brow. She hadn't told Anu that another person would be joining her. "Maybe it's just rare for someone to go by themselves."

Glancing towards her partner, the blonde grinned as she stated, "It will be me, Lucy Heartfilia, and Natsu Dragneel."

"Oh! You're the first one that has reserved a spot that has kept their last name!" Anu exclaimed. Before the confused Lucy could question her, she continued, "Alright, I have you book for room 202! You can pick up your tickets at our office in Hargeon!"

"Oh, okay," Lucy replied, forgetting about Anu's strange remark. She was going on a cruise! "Thank you!"

"No problem! Have a great day!"

"You too!"

Lucy hung up the phone and gave an excited squeal. Grabbing Natsu's hands, she shook them feverously and grinned.

"Thank you so much, Natsu!" she exclaimed. "This'll be fun, I promise!"

Natsu hid his face behind his scarf after feeling a familiar rush of heat travel to his face. It always happened around Lucy. It didn't take him long to figure out what it meant.

"Y-Yeah," the pinkette stammered. Watching Lucy bounce around her apartment absolutely overjoyed, he couldn't help but grin as well. Her happiness always brought a smile to his face and he was proud to be the one that caused it. "Yosh! I'm all fired up!"

"We should probably tell everyone at the guild. We don't want them to think we just disappeared for two weeks."

"Two weeks? That's a long cruise."

"That's how long they usually last I think. Anyways, let's go!"

The two traveled through the well-lit streets of Magnolia, a skip in their steps. With their excited steps, it didn't take them long to reach the guild. Throwing open the grand doors, the two went straight towards the bar.

"Hi, Lucy! Natsu!" Mira greeted cheerfully. Noticing the smile glued to the blonde's face, she continued, "You two seem happy about something!"

Lucy nodded and sat beside Erza, who was munching on a piece of strawberry shortcake. Natsu stood directly next to her, his body heat rolling onto her.

"That's because we're going on a cruise this Friday!" the blonde informed her.

Cana immediately paused from drinking booze straight out of her signature barrel to gape at the two. "Wait, wait, wait. You two are going on a cruise together?"

Lucy's cheeks colored, knowing exactly what the brunette was insinuating. "It's not weird… We're partners and all…"

"Are there going to be two beds?" Erza inquired.

"U-Umm, I actually forgot to ask. I'm sure she booked us in a room with two beds, though! She knew that there's going to be two of us!"

"I suppose that makes sense. How long is the cruise? Should Gray and I wait for you two to return before accepting any jobs?"

"Nope! We'll be gone for two weeks!"

Gray came to stand on the other side of Lucy, leaning against her and propping his arm over her head, ignoring Natsu's eyes drilling holes into him.

"You sure you wanna be on a trip with Natsu for that long?" he asked. "He's just gonna get on your nerves, you know."

"Shut it, Ice Prick!" Natsu shot back.

Lucy sighed and shook her head. "We'll be fine. I just really need a vacation."

Before long, everyone moved on from the two's cruise and resumed doing their own things. Lucy spent every second she could with her friends, a little upset she wouldn't be able to see them for two weeks. Still, she was looking forward to their cruise.

When it got late, Lucy rose from her signature stool at the bar and headed towards the bar.

"Natsu! Make sure to get packing, we leave the day after tomorrow!" she instructed. "Night, everyone! We'll stop by tomorrow to say bye before we leave!"

"Night, Lucy!" everyone replied, waving after her.

Lucy walked back to her apartment, balancing on the edge of the canal. She couldn't stop thinking about her planned cruise.

"There's bound to be masseuses and spas and pools!"

And while the cruise did offer those things, Lucy was still in for a shock of what else the cruise had to offer.

#nalu #fairy tail #SWF #sailing with fire #fanfiction #nalu fanfiction #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #my writing

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creativeashproductions · 7 years

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Undelivered // Archie

Summary: Reader is a popular YouTuber from the small and dark town known as Riverdale. Spending the summer in LA and losing contact with her Riverdale friends she keeps busy to keep her mind off it. Returning to Riverdale she sees things have changed while she was gone.

Characters: Reader x Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper, Veronica Lodge (mentioned), Jughead Jones, Reader x Ethan Dolan, Grayson Dolan (mentioned) and Pops.

Words:1478

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters. I do not own Youtube either.

Warnings: Possible swearing, angst, Ms. Grundy x Archie

Author: Caitsy

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Riverdale was an odd little town with the usual dram, the cliche kind that was notoriously shown in entertainment. You had the controlling Mrs. Cooper whom had two daughters that were completely under her thumb. The oldest was Polly whom lived in a group home following a nervous break down after a fight between Jason Blossom and her. Betty was the youngest Cooper with a large crush on Archie Andrews and close to following in her sister’s footsteps in a group home.

You had spent the summer in sunny Los Angeles. You had been invited by YouTube for meetings and collabs. You had surpassed two million subscribers before you got the email inviting you to stay in an apartment provided by the company and meet each other. In the busy summer you had lost touch with your best friends back at Riverdale and it wasn’t all your fault either, they didn’t reach out or answer the few messages before you stopped.

The day before your first day of sophomore year you had filmed a quick video explaining that you were back in your hometown before diving into a Q &A. Following the death of your parents your brother Tommy had moved from his childhood bedroom into the master bedroom and fixed up his room into a studio for you to film and edit videos. It was worth it with the amount of people supporting you and the increase of subscribers coming from other YouTubers that you collabed with. Those subscribers were Jc Caylen and Kian, the Dolan Twins, Team 10 one time, and Lilly Singh known more by her username IISuperwomanII.

“Y/N?!” Tommy exclaimed pulling you in for a tight hug finally happy to have his only remaining family back. Your beat up car was sitting in the driveway looking like it could break down at any moment but you were nearly the amount you needed to buy a new car.

“Tommy!” You sighed feeling relief of being back with him in your hometown even if you missed LA and the people.

“Catch up over a burger?”

“You read my mind.”

Pops hadn’t changed since you were last in the homey neon restaurant. It wasn’t too busy to your absolute surprise given that the food here was something magical and old fashioned. Yet at the same time it was pretty late when you walked in. You were reminiscing as you moved your eyes over the inside before your heart stopped. Sitting in the usual booth you and your friends has used was Archie and Betty,

Archie was focusing his attention on a gorgeous brunette that was obviously from a family with money like the Blossoms. It made you feel weird because he had chased you for a number of years ever since you were in the third grade. Betty had always been jealous about that given she claimed she was in love with the red head. Little Archie had grown in the absence this summer and you were shamelessly checking him out. You noticed someone was missing from the small group.

“Where’s Jughead?” You asked Tommy’s friends since the middle of the summer.

“Last I heard, the two haven’t been friends since the middle of summer.”

When you looked to the right you saw the familiar crown beanie that was the trademark object that screamed Jughead. Jughead was sitting with his back to the door but you could just see what he was looking at. He seemed entranced by his open computer and a mug was pushed to the edge of the table begging to be filled.

“Y/N Y/L.N!” The voice of Pop exclaimed coming up to your brother and you, “Look at that tan!”

You felt the distinct heated looks from your old friends as if they blamed you for not keeping in contact and abandoning them. You ignored them just as they had this summer mainly because you didn’t want to deal with them to be frank.

“Hey Pop!” You grinned, “Man I missed this place! No food in LA could compete against your food.”

“Thank you. How was LA?”

“Amazing! Sunny and beautiful with clear skies and blue water.” You sighed remembering the entire summer.

Pop had become a father figure when your parents died the car accident. He had worked at the restaurant while babysitting you with efficiency. You lived with Pop and his family until Tommy was old enough to become your legal guardian and move back into your family house.

“What did you do?”

“Remember when I showed you my YouTube?” You asked earning a nod, “I went for meets and collabs.”  “Is my Y/N familiar?”

“Hell yeah she is!” Tommy exclaimed messing your hair up.

After a couple minutes you were comfortable in a booth across from your brother. You were close to where Jug sat because he was the least likely candidate to ambush you. It wasn’t entirely his style and you weren’t sure if he even knew you were here.

“They want me to return. You said to Tommy with reluctance.

“Already?” Tommy asked shocked.

“Yeah.” You sighed, “I signed a contract to allow me to finish high school anywhere I want. I’ll move to LA when I’m graduated and my summers will be spent in LA also.”

“Smart.” Tommy nodded, “I wouldn’t allow you if you had to move while in school.”

Both you and Tommy were witting in a comfortable silence that was normal between the two of you. When your parents were still alive you fought like cats and dogs but now you considered each other a close friend and confidant. You were thinking of new video ideas for next weeks video seeing as you had already done a Q & A. Things had changed since you last sat in Pops, the day before you left. During your time as a popular YouTuber, you had dated other YouTubers. You were still privately dating Ethan Dolan when you had met him and Grayson a few weeks into settling in the apartment building they were in.

“What’s new in this small town?” You questioned.

“Uh…Jason Blossom drowned on July 4th.” Tommy frowned. They had been rivals when Tommy was still in high school because Jason landed varsity football his first year of high school.

“Oh my god!” You gasped shocked, “How did a strong swim captain die swimming?”

“He wasn’t swimming. They haven’t found his body either but it’s well known that Cheryl was on the boat with him when it tipped over.”

*Archie’s POV*

Archie was listening as Betty talked after Veronica left to take the food back to her mother. Betty seemed upset when Veronica had interrupted them and left but Betty seemed to be upset the new girl had joined them. He pushed away the fact she was upset, instead focusing on his relationship with Ms. Grundy. Besides he was upset and confused that Jughead hadn’t contacted him since he had said he couldn’t go on the trip but he froze when he heard Pop.

“Y/N Y/L/N! Look at that tan!”

Both Archie and Betty watched as Tommy and Y/n stood talking to the older man with large grins and happiness. They were shocked at the image of their friend being back from LA given she was supposed to have moved there permanently. Why was she back?

That’s Y/N!” Betty exclaimed, “I thought she moved to LA?!”

“I did too.” Archie muttered as he watched the girl smile at Pop.

“Did you talk to her this summer at all?”

“No.” Archie replied staring at his childhood crush, “I was too busy working this summer.”

The words were bitter on his tongue from the weight of guilt that was glued to them. A couple days after he began seeing Ms. Grundy she had asked him to stop talking with Y/M. Everyone in Riverdale knew that Archie was completely in love with Y/N and Ms. Grundy wasn’t stupid to not see that it was true.

“Mom took my phone away so I had no way of contacting her.”

Little did Archie know that when you had left you had texted him with a question he would have been so excited to read. In the month before summer started you had started to return his feelings with surprise.

Hey Archie, I chickened out but when I get back do you want to go on a date? Let me know July 4th at the latest. I hope to see you soon.

Ms. Grundy had seen it when Archie was in the bathroom and was entirely disgusted that the young girl was trying to get her Archie. With belief that Archie would drop her for his dream girl she had deleted the message along with her contact after blocking the number. The message hadn’t been delivered to Archie.

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szopenhauer · 4 years

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why aren’t you with your first love? my first female crush was hetero

were you sad when you heard about michael jackson’s death? no have you ever kissed an ex after you broke up? because we’re together again lol how long could you go without cursing? not long if I’m around people :x did anything annoy you today? mostly my computer and thunderstorm have you consumed alcohol in the past 24 hours? I don’t drink so obviously not have you ever kissed someone who’s last name started with an b? no what were you doing at 8am this morning? sleeping if you were kicked out of your house, where would you go first? I would try grandma and my gf probably maybe my sister? if none of those options would work then I’d be homeless what will you be doing in 3 hours? hopefully sleeping is tomorrow gonna be a good day? what are you going to do? doubt it, nothing much are you satisfied with your life as of now? am not are any of your friends taller than you? of course, I’m very short have you ever gone out of your way to make someone happy? shitload of times who was the last person you took a picture with? my dad or my gf do you wear a belt with every pair of jeans? I don’t wear jeans or belts where did you get the shirt you are wearing? got it from my sister as a gift the last two people you kissed, are they virgins? I only kissed one person in my entire life and that’s personal describe how you feel right now in one word? bad anybody tell you they miss you lately? my gf made a post about it if that counts are you closer to your father or mother? my dad what’s your relationship with the person you talked to last? she’s my mom do you say sorry first? often did you speak to your father today? yeah, like every day what locker number is yours? I never had a locker do you sleep on a certain side of the bed? my bed is too small to have sides do you prefer an ocean or a pool? pool, ocean is more scary do you shut off the water when you brush your teeth? yup do you sleep with your closet door opened or closed? my wardrobe is always closed are you capable of holding down a long-term relationship? we’ll see is there someone that you believe you will always be attached to? at least my father if your best friend made out with your boyfriend/ girlfriend, what would you do? my father? with my gf?... what is bothering you right now? ugh... do you think someone is thinking about you right now? sure do you like when people play with your hair? I don’t care much do you miss how things use to be with someone? absolutely

how are you doing today? sigh... sex ruins relationships, right? could say so

do you think it’s a bunch of bull shit when people say “i have no regrets”? I hate this kind of ppl, stay away! who got you the jewelry you’re wearing? I’m not wearing any jewelry atm do you get scared during scary movies? I usually get grossed out how do you feel right now? *shrug* is there anybody you wish you could be spending time with right now? I’m fine being alone do you like hugs? depends two days from today, where will you be? either home or or hospital... or dead are relationships ever really worth it? time will show do you miss your past? badly is the last person you kissed older than you? nope, almost 2 months younger what color shirt are you wearing? black and white stripes with a cat shaped UFO and a pug what do you currently hear right now? nothing, I can’t listen to music anymore because my mom is asleep and I don’t want to use my headphones what are you planning on doing after this? maybe another survey

are you gonna be home tonight? yup, unless smth bad will happen then I will go to ER - you never know name the first person you can think of that you know that has a tattoo? I’ve been talking about it today lmfao W. and S. had tattoos do you slam doors when you’re mad? might is your room messy or clean? organized mess do you tell your best friend everything? it’s not possible but I try my best do you think anyone has feelings for you? it seems did your last kiss take place on a bed? I don’t think so are you someone’s best friend? one of best friends, not the only one have you kissed anyone whose name starts with a z? my name starts with z

when you take surveys, are your answers inspired by the person’s before you? I basically never read their answers, can happen accidentally but it doesn’t change anything

are you a “fan” of a lot of things on facebook? been on my old account, that was one of the reasons I created new profile, the only thing I regret about that fact is losing my Criminal case progress :(

have you ever “spoken” to any celebrities via. twitter? Grimes

do you like croissants? noooo

do you get a lot of traffic outside your house or not? nah what does the last jacket you wore look like? blue plaid with grey hood, buttons and pockets

do you eat cereal bars? tried some in the past

are you on any prescribed medication? can’t take any meds currently

how often do you change your bedsheets? rarely because I’m allergic to most of detergents and then I have ever bigger problems with sleeping

if you haven’t already, are you scared of leaving home? if you have, do you like it? just a little

do you know how to look after yourself away from home? (budget, pay pills, feed yourself, cook, clean, do laundry etc.) not everything, I need to learn some stuff yet

do you drink a lot of juice? nope

what would you do if you found an abandoned baby on your doorstep, with a note asking you to keep it and take care of it? it’s illegal...

how many times have you moved in your life so far? 0

do you have a certain routine in the bath or shower? what is it? I bath my shoulders first (unless I wash my hair then my head goes first)

is there anything that you loved a year ago but just can’t stand now? food mostly

what do you do when people give you mixed messages? I try to find out the truth

would you ever eat kangaroo steak? ewww, hell no

is there a chalkboard or whiteboard anywhere in your house? I hate chalkboards, I have magnetic board tho

do you like dried fruit at all? what’s your favorite type? meh

how many times have you been to the ER? at least 3 times how has this past week been for you? complicated

when a friend walks out of your life, do you go after them or let them go? walks out HOW and WHY? what do people think about you that isn’t true? long story, dunno where should I even start, plenty of gossips to mention what do you think about internet best friends? why not? how many months until your birthday? half a year does it bother you when your friends bring up your past mistakes? I do that myself but at times it doesn’t make me laugh but hurts me if the year consisted of only one season, which would you choose? summer? if somebody liked you right now, what do you think is a cool way to tell you? I’m taken so if we’re not talking about my partner then I don’t think someone should tell me that when was the last time you cried really hard? yesterday, today only slightly and just once could you go out in public looking like you do now? yes last person you gave something to? parents do you believe that if you want something bad enough you’ll get it? pfft honestly, has anyone ever seen you in your underwear? well I was in hospitals, been visiting many doctors, went to school where we had PE, have a family and am in a relationship etc etc etc would you ever shave your head to save someone you love? that doesn’t really help when’s the next time you will kiss somebody? not soon, second half of the next month? how’s your heart lately? physically or emotionally? are you a jealous person? a bit do you wear the hood on your hoodie? sometimes can you successfully blow up and tie a balloon? doubt it where’s the weirdest place you’ve changed clothes? not sure which place was the weirdest what are you doing next week? no plans what was the first thing you thought this morning? I was thinking about my dream (me and some strangers were in an abandoned factory of some sort and there were dragons chasing us but I was escaping and even saved a little girl) would you rather have your nose or tongue pierced? nose ever stayed up all night on the phone? not whole night has the last person you kissed ever been mad at you? she was indeed does someone call and talk to you every night before you go to sleep? luckily not has the last person you kissed seen you cry? few times did anyone see your last kiss? we were one on one have you ever kissed someone who was high? I haven’t do you want to please everyone? no way, it’s not possible anyway anything interesting happen this week? mostly interesting bad

do you still talk to the person you last kissed? in general because at this very moment they’re busy would you kiss the last person you kissed again? we're going to what does that person look like? tall, curly hair, glasses, black clothes have you dated someone who wasn’t good to you? not that I deserve anything good but... would you ever cut your hair 6 inches shorter than it is now? I would be bald :o when was the last time it rained? today last person you cuddled with dies, are you sad? omg

have you ever helped a blind/visually impaired person to cross the road? there was no occassion

have you ever had a letter get lost in the mail, only to receive it months/years later? I sent a letter to my (now ex) friend and she never received it because someone stolen it

do you ever feel disconnected from everyone around you? kinda

have you ever had a stalker? more than once

have you ever had to look after someone’s pet when they were away on holiday? sorta

do you know anyone who works as an air hostess? someone I know wants to work as an air hostess but she’s studying

have you ever found something in your home which belonged to a previous owner? there was no previous owner

^ even if you haven’t, what would you do if you did? would you try and find the original owner? no idea

do you (or does anyone you know) tend to exaggerate any sign of sickness? looks like it

have you ever owned a pet goldfish? no fish, ever

were you ever bullied in primary school? not only primary

have you ever been into any kind of sex shop? online ones count?

when you go to church, do you light a candle for anyone? there were those coin turned on lamp candles in Ełk that I loved but they’re gone

are you/or is anyone you know a really good painter? no one is that good

would you be more inclined to give money to homeless people who play music as opposed to just sitting and begging? that’s true

have you ever traveled by train? if so, do you do it often? at least once a year

have you ever been diagnosed with any kind of heart condition? when I was born

are you homeschooled? if you went to regular highschool, do you think you’d have liked being taught at home? wish I was homeschooled

is one of your parents very much into diy? my mom likes diy but not obsessively

do you know of anyone who is/has been in a coma? -

do you like skimming stones? I suck at it

would you ever want to work in cafe, even if only temporarily? not even temporarily

how much would you to do to get back something which contained your most treasured memories? damn

do you know anyone who is afraid of butterflies? I heard K. is

have you ever been inside a lighthouse? I don’t recall do you have any money from different countries other than your own? several coins if you already have your license, how did you feel on the day of your test? I don’t have my license do you care if you buy things that are ‘made in china’ or not? I avoid buying some specific items that were made in china would you rather swim in the pool or play in a sprinkler? none, am against sprinklers actually if you get your pictures developed, or if you have in the past, do you keep the negatives or just throw them away? my mom kept them

where were you 2 hours ago? home

are you wearing socks right now? almost always

have you been to the movies in the last 5 days? not since high school who was the last person to hear you cry? more like saw that I cried/want to cry, not hear have you bought any clothing items in the last week? mother bought a crop top for me this day one thing you hate about yourself? can’t choose one, there’s more what are your plans for the day? day is over did you have fun today? moment what do you know about the future? that I’ll die someday as every other human being do you have a tan? honey skin is my tan during summer how old do you want to be when you have kids? I don’t want to have any kids! how do you like your soda? I don’t drink soda who was the last person to make you cry? myself? what day is tomorrow? Friday have you ever worn red lipstick? it was the only one I ever used

do you know who bonnie and clyde are? remind me of Sara

are you christian? I am

if so, have you ever read the entire bible? I guess

are you generally attracted to more outgoing and loud people or quiet and mysterious people? smth in between

have you ever cried because you couldn’t be with someone? that was dumb of me

could you ever see yourself going to those college parties, getting drunk, fucking some random person and getting an std? u can apparently get std without parties, drinking and sex

don’t you hate it when things are amazing in other people’s lives and you’re stuck in a hole? very

do you have problems with one - or both - of your parents? with one of them way more

do you sleep a lot? barely

do you like drinking water? whatever

have you ever been to a funeral? 1

do you like writing? when I have smth to write about

are you doing/did you do good in school? got worse with time

do you think moths are bad luck? whaaat? but they’re so pretty! :o

or do you not believe in supersitious stuff? I believe in some superstitions but like five of them or smth

will you date someone that’s not your race? I believe

i hope you aren’t racist… are you? am I? :(

have you ever made yourself throw up? disgusting, not able to do that

do you think you exercise enough? I don’t exercise

have you ever pierced something on your body, yourself? I’m not stupid

Have you ever listened to the same song on repeat for hours on end? that happened Do you like staying in hotels? hmm... Are musicals interesting or boring? annoying, besides Cats What is your favorite scent of incense? I don’t burn it

Can you tune a guitar by ear or do you need a tuner? need a tuner Do you like love songs? oh well...

Don’t you hate it when your eyes burn? it’s awful, got that problem last weeks Have you ever sex texted? I’ve sexted

Would you know who to talk to if you wanted weed? but I don’t want it Have you ever worn leather? fake What is your greatest fear? personal If you could kiss anyone right now, who would it be? my gf What perfume do you wear? none, I hate perfumes Do you smell good right now? I don’t think so What is your favorite energy drink? never tried any and don’t want to

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harpercarvings · 6 years

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“Welcome to the Puffin Bus!” called the tour guide, as she walked around to check our seat belts yet again – a must for Icelandic vehicular law. “Now then we have two tours today, The Golden Circle Direct (https://www.re.is/day-tours/gullfoss-geysir-thingvellir-afternoon-tour), and then later this evening the Northern Lights (https://www.re.is/day-tours/northern-lights-tour).”

The bus took off and immediately ‘G,’ who ended up being a very chatty tour guide, dove right in. “Just a few facts about Iceland. We are one of the safest countries, second happiest in the world, the most feminist with 9 months paid leave for mothers – no house wives here,” she chuckled to the whoops of many ladies on the bus, “and we accept gay rights.” She looked around at us as if waiting for opposition before continuing. “Our traditional foods include sheep’s head, rotten shark, chocolate and licorice, and fish jerky. And yes, we do leave our babies outside in their cribs overnight.” She smiled at the astonished faces that looked at her before continuing with her open introduction, “Back in the day the houses were poor with lots of mold. In order to survive their first year infants were dressed in wool and down, and placed outside where the air was fresher and they were less susceptible. This is a tradition that continues today. Which is also good for the mothers health to walk outside with the baby until baby falls asleep. Win win.” So far this sounded like my kind of country – minus the rotten shark and boiled sheep’s head.

G continued with the monologue as we entered Thingvellir National Park (https://www.thingvellir.is). “This is a UNESCO site. As we come in you are looking at the magical trio: The Skjaldbreidur Volcano which provides all the heat next to the cold Thingvallavatn Lake and the Langjökull. Those three together allow for free hot showers.” Essentially the Icelandic glaciers – born of rain and snow – are creeping glaciers meaning they in time turn into rivers. These rivers then flow through porous lava fields filtering the water. Reykjavik harnesses this natural gift by using hydro power plants to pull heat from the magma and warm the naturally occurring ground water which is then ushered to the city using pipes.

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As if the hydrology, and the Silfra Fissure neighboring the Thingvallavatn Lake wasn’t cool enough, what makes these lands worth seeing is that they are known as the Althingi or Parliament Lands. “In 930 the Vikings that settled here needed to set up a system. The mightiest farmers, known as Chieftans would gather here. One would be elected as the Lawspeaker who would stand over the lögretta or Law Rock and announce the passed laws. He would hold this position for 3 years.

“They chose this site for it’s freedom, accessibility, fresh water from the Axe River, fish from the Thingvallavatn Lake – which is filled with a unique trout species from the Ice Age, and the echo provided by the Silfra Fissure. Meetings were held annually for two weeks in June where there was continuous sunlight.

“To keep the peace, old country punishments included fines or outlaws. Outlaws could take place for as little as three years or as long as forever. An outlaw sentence could be reversed when one outlaw murdered another. This was a clever way to keep gangs from forming and resolve the need for prisons.”

With her story complete the bus doors hissed and we were allowed to roam this ancient meeting ground, and by roam I mean stay on the marked path, as the land being so permeated, and right near the fissure is not entirely stable.

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“Once upon a time there was a girl named Yora.,” Began G as the bus pulled away from the Parliament lands and onto the geysir. “She lived in a farm close to Selfoss town. She was young and promising with a difficult character. Horse fight saw her fathers horse was beaten. Her father had horse for fjord fight. This girl was so mad with rage that she rushed over to the other horse and tore off one of its legs and ran off with the leg at full speed to the waterfall Selfoss there she tore some rocks and threw them in the river. She crossed the river by those stepping stones which can still be found there today. After this she continued up to the gully in Mount Hekla. She made her home here and became the worst of all the trolls devouring both men and beasts. It was her custom to walk up the range and sit for hours at a time. It’s not so cozy to be there alone. She watches people passing by and she pushes hikers and eats the men. She grew so evil and wild that the farms around her laid waste and the paths around her became abandoned. This was a very harmful thing. Forces were gathered to slay her but without success. When there was no way to defeat her, a young man came up with a solution. He was traveling between countries and spent a year in Norway. (This is common in Icelandic folklore, to have a young traveler as the hero.) One day he went to the king and told them of his evil beast. He asked the king how to defeat the troll. (This is also common in Icelandic folklore, to have a kind king provide the solution.) The king said to strike her between the shoulders at dawn on the fourth Sunday. ‘Remember to do so while she sleeps she will be sleeping on her front.’ the king advises giving him a silver inlaid axe. ‘You will have two sayings both of which will have magical powers and she will fall down with the ax blade. She will tumble down and form the river and this will be the place where the parliament is made.’ He did as the king told him, and now the river exists with parliament lands and the ax is lost within the river.” G finished up. As she did so we bounded through the park heading over to my most looked forward to attraction: Geysir.

90% of the space heating in Iceland is geothermal. Under the center of Iceland is a ‘fire heart,’ a mantle plume that comes from the volcano that created the island. This mantle plume can actually be felt the closer you drill towards the middle of the island. Recorded temperatures have included up to 200C or 392F. This unique geology is responsible for the color changes in the bedrock as a multitude of minerals lie within: sulfur for yellow, iron for red, silica for gray, and calcium for white. However, the attraction that this unique geology offers tourists is the geothermal hot springs.

Depending on what you come across you may find a jacuzzi of bubbling water, or the multicolored mud funnel, but the star that takes the show are the steam columns shooting up from the ground demanding attention. This last ones are known as geysirs in Icelandic, or geysers in English.

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When we arrived the whole of the land looked like sleeping dragons were nestled in the knolls as curls of steam filled the air, like a land imagined during the age of dinosaur. We followed the path, necessary to do so as the land here is unstable and unpredictable with the fissure being near by and the pressures of geothermal springs building underneath. One misstep could lead to a rockfall right into the boiling waters below. Not a happy drop.

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As we followed the trail, our noses stuffed with the growing familiar scent of sulfur, our nipped at fingers and noses warmed by the release of hot steam around us, we could feel the anticipation in the air. Crowds of tourists surrounded a roped off geyser. Seemingly nothing more than a hole in the earth with jagged cracks of of dried land radiating from it. But we all knew better. We took our place among the crowds ready to be amazed. I had the GoPro’s handle pinned between my knees to shoot under the ‘fortifying’ rope and my DSLR smashed to my eye, settings perfect and hands at the ready to capture the shot we were all waiting for. The murmur of voices echoed about us, as people chatted about what they expected to see, then without warning the earth trembled, the oncoming rush could be heard and an impressive eruption of hot water shot up out of the unimpressive hole like a column befitting ancient Greece! The cries of excitement and fear could be heard around us. I snapped away hoping to have caught the column in it’s most rigid form as now the spray and mist took over to make a cloud, pushed by the wind it showered the down hill onlookers in a warm bath. Quiet laughs mocking those who jumped at the unexpected release as well as those who received the geyser’s blessing came forth, our own voices among them. Why not stay for another look? Mother Earth seems playful today.

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“Some facts about Iceland,” came G’s voice once more addressing the Puffin bus. “When you come here, you are experiencing some of the cleanest air, water and energy the world has ever seen. So don’t worry about taking long hot showers. There is no guilt in Iceland where the fresh water is plenty and the whole of country is warmed by geothermal springs.” She laughed. ‘Impressive’ I thought, especially considering I also come from a hub of fresh water and natural power: The Great Lakes and of course my Niagara Falls. “We also have no predators, animalistic ones at least.” she continued. Really? “There are only four animals in Iceland besides domestic cats and dogs.” We all looked at her amazed. “They are the sheep, cows, horse and Arctic fox. All of which are genetically connected to Norway, except the house cat it comes from the British Isles.” Well that’s nice to know, now I guess if you ever fancy sleeping under the stars the worse thing you could expect to have happen in terms of animal encounters is a sheep coming up for a cuddle. Of course Iceland also has many bird and marine mammal species that come and go from it’s shores, but as for it’s land residents, these are the four you can expect to find, and find them we did. Almost every field we drove through on any given day were horses and sheep happily roaming snow speckled grasses grazing away their day. We also benefited greatly from the cows as our morning breakfasts were a tub of Skyr (high protein low fat why cheese comparable to Greek yogurt) and hot tea. Then of course we didn’t see any Arctic foxes, although I would have loved to have gotten one on camera. Guess I’ll just have to go back for that one.

Roughly 50 mins, and a quick bus snooze later we ended up at Gullfoss http://gullfoss.is or the Golden waterfall, called so due to the rainbows that occur there. In 1905 this waterfall was protected by the farmer Thomas whose land wrapped around it. A business man had come to buy it, intending to use the falls for power, much like my Niagara. But the farmer Thomas, who was offered a hefty fine, refused, saying, “I won’t sell my best friend.” Atta boy Thomas. His daughter continued her fathers fight years later when a lease was purchased in the hopes to override Thomas’ words. She was known as the first Icelandic activist. Within the waterfall is a rock shaped like a woman, and it is believed by locals that Mother Nature has honored her for keeping the Golden Falls from being harnessed.

Quite possibly the only photo I will not slide show in this post. Also this is not the rock in the waterfall, rather a memorial.

As we rushed off the bus excited to have yet another view of the sea mountain range from the other side and anxious to get down to the waterfall, G called after us, “Although this falls is known for it’s rainbows, just like the Northern Lights, Mother Nature is not at our command. I can not guarantee there will be a rainbow!” We ran forward anyway, choosing to believe we would see a rainbow. I stopped here and there along the trail alternating between GoPro and DSLR. I had my drone in it’s case under my arm, ready to fly it the closer we got to the falls.

I really enjoyed these colors together.

We made it down the last set of stairs and there it was, cut to a fine point like a triangle and layered in a series of falls before collapsing over the climactic ending, the Golden Falls. I breathed in the scent of fresh water, familiar once again from Niagara. The cool mist adding it’s own layers of clouds above, another familiarity, I welcomed it’s spray on my cheeks and closed eye lids. I continued down the trail, looking for another vantage point with which to capture this beauty, and there it was, a rainbow, never promised, never expected, but always hoped for, greeting us in a loving arch across the mist. I raised the camera took my shots, and then decided to enjoy the rest for myself.

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“Well I hope you’ve had a good time with us on the Golden Circle Tour.” Said G as she dropped us at our individual hotels. “I’ll see you all in a few hours for the Northern Lights portion of the tour. Rest up!” Her final advice echoed in our minds, and maybe we should have just rested for a bit, but no souvenir shopping, dinner, and some more of the cities finest desserts and unique graffitied walls had to be explored instead. No part of us heeded her advice, and we would be paying for it later that evening.

We arrived on the bus at a darkened 10:00 PM with full bellies, high energy and completely unaware of how late this tour would go. The reality is we should have already went to bed as the next day we had a 6:00 AM start for our next day of adventuring, and instead we had no rest, and began another tour at bedtime. Oh Amanda, you and your inability to sit still. This really is why you are so short. You never sleep!

Thankfully G seemed to understand that many were trying to catch some Z’s on the forty minute ride out of the city lights on the hunt for the Aurora. So she gifted us with a darkened bus, and no narration. During this time of course, while all my fellows were snoozing, I pulled out my Mac and Terra bite and began pounding away on the keys and sliding my bars in Light Room putting together a delayed blog post. No rest for the wicked I suppose, and wicked I was as I grinned at the jealous ‘wows’ I’d receive on Facebook.

As promised we stopped in a parking light some forty minutes later, devoid of all light. G instructed us not to use our phone flash lights and instead be led by the red lights she and the other tour bus guides (there were about 7 buses in total) had available to lead us to a site where we could set up cameras, blankets and await the arrival of the Borealis. We cozied ourselves up, my family and I in the far parking lot corner, sitting on some lava rocks, possibly frozen sheep poop and setting up our cameras. Hushes and screams from around the parking lot to turn out white lights, and watch for stepping on cameras could be heard, my voice most definitely among them as some eager and unaware tourists thought flashing a light in the sky would somehow let them see the Northern Lights better. Sigh. Anyway, once all was ordered and everyone found a spot with cameras at the ready we waited. And waited. And waited. sigh… And waited. Well over an hour later and nothing.

“I’m sorry guys.” Came G’s disappointed voice. “Just like I said at the falls today, we only get what Mother Nature offers us. We can only ask her.” Crestfallen we got back on the bus. I went through some of my Astrophotography photos, as I thought why not practice some night photography while I wait for the lights.

These were the first shots

Then I cranked up my ISO

And then cranked up how long I kept the shutter open.

“Keep your eyes open maybe we might still see them.” G tried to comfort us. We did, for about the first ten minutes of the ride, and then slowly one by one we gave up. I looked at the clock it was after midnight and our 6AM wake up call wasn’t going anywhere. I decided to tuck in for the night, or at least the bus ride until I could actually get into my bed. I must have slept for twenty minutes when a call over the radio woke us: “Northern Lights! NORTHERN LIGHTS!” All the sleepy heads on the bus shot up in pure excitement! Northern Lights?! The whispers grew around us. We reached and craned over each other towards the windows on both sides trying to see what they meant and there, like blue whispers across the sky we could see the first formations on the lights.

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G tried to calm us as the bus pulled over and opened it’s doors. We trampled each other cameras in hand looking for a spot to set up. Those yelled at in the previous setting for having white lights learned their lesson. I set up once more on the lava rocks and aimed all three of my cameras (DSLR and 2 GoPros) up to the heavens. The streaks were growing, rays were forming, and jaws were dropping. For some tears fell at the beauty while others were just a gush of enthusiasm. The clicks of closing shutters and rummaging for cellphones could be heard as everyone including myself did their best to get the shot. “Are you getting it?!” Someone in my party asked. I looked at the back end of my camera glowing green and red with the far off glare of captured headlights and crawling Northern Lights. “Oh yeah.” I said excitedly immortalizing the memory for a lifetime of bragging rights.

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The Golden Circle & Northern Lights – Day 5 “Welcome to the Puffin Bus!” called the tour guide, as she walked around to check our seat belts yet again - a must for Icelandic vehicular law.

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lavieenjones · 7 years

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August/September 2017

Greece: paradise, in sheep's clothing. The most beautiful vistas, water that sparkles like it's littered with diamonds, amazing wines and garlic-rich foods, and all the expensive trappings of a holiday in heaven- spa services, boat adventures, jewelry, all the wine, and VIP experiences. We did it right though I think; yolo'd the shit out of it in fact.

After meeting up with Rachel and Keith in Oia, we walked down "donkey road" to the water, turned left and after scrambling and side-winding across some rocks we had Amoudi Bay in our sights. We swam out to the jump off cliff and climbed up. Rachel showed zero hesitation and just took a running jump off the edge; she is my hero. Keith and I hung back for a minute but at some point I was alone on top with the other I-thought-I-was-made-of-more-grit non-jumpers. Rachel and Keith take to the cliff a couple more times and in the end let's just say that there was a lot of GoPro battery wasted in the build up of my jump, which never happened. Listen, if it weren't for the jump of 2015 where I almost but not entirely cleared my bed after jumping off a 12' lofted wall I might've been more willing to chance gravity and follow my adventurous companions. However, I can still feel the scar tissue around the fracture from that fateful jump and blah blah blah, cut-to me walking down the rocks and diving into the water from a 2' ledge. Like a normal person. After this death-defying excursion, we had tzatziki and mussels sitting on the edge of the bay in the late afternoon sun. Heaven. I'll also take this opportunity to note that we/I ordered tzatziki probably 15 times over 8 days. After this seafood delight by the water we made our way to Fira for dinner at a local taverna. Tzatziki (obviously), octopus, pastas, and meats were ordered. That octopus I'm still thinking about.

Day two was for the water. We chartered a semi-private boat and went all over the Santorini coast stopping at a hot spring- which turned out to be somewhat warmer water the color of spicy mustard because of the mud? I don't know. It felt like they just brought us to a shallow bay which would be naturally warmer and let us swim around in dirty water. Only real upset for the day though, the rest of swimming points were amazing. On the boat with us were: two Long Islanders, three Aussies, one Kiwi, and a couple of New York sorority sisters (I'm assuming; they sucked). The Cyclades are so small we ended up seeing this motley crew over the next week and various islands- our own little Grecian community. Anyway, we spent this day on and in the water and to say it was my bliss is an understatement. I did muster the immense courage to jump off the side of the boat I'll have you know. I wish I could accurately describe Rachel's zero build up to jumping because it was so casual and everyday. She'd just walk off the edge. No muss. Anyway, I was obviously endlessly impressed by this. We were back in Oia by around 4pm and lounging by the hotel pool by 4:30pm. Then, thanks to Rachel's perseverance, we sat atop some Grecian ruins for two hours waiting for the sunset to hit the West face of Oia. It was worth the wait and actually kind of emotional how beautiful it was. Following this, we did a little shopping (kind of on Rachel's side), and ate gyros and drank local beers while sitting outside a concert at an elementary school.

The next day we went wine tasting with California native and 30-year Santorini resident, Phoenix, which included semi-frequent chastisement for not paying enough attention, Old Testament fact checking, sensational claims to Atlantis, and some really great wines. After our morning lecture series Rachel and Keith set off for a massage and I swam at the hotel pool then ran some errands before my own massage. Then we had a private sunset viewing with champs on the spa terrace. Très romantique and perfect for honeymooners, or a married couple and one tagalong. 😒 Lol, it was actually super fun and we felt like celebrities with our own terrace. We ended up missing dinner by doing a little more (reckless/drunk) shopping, and got a wine flight (so good) and then some more wine at a few other places. You know, just living our best and most expensive life in Oia. Oh then we were desperately looking for food at 2:30am and a little kid, maybe 10 years old, with glasses and sweet face sacred the shit out of me by innocently running up to his family. I yelped and everyone laughed at me in greek. Or rather, everyone that happened to be Greek laughed at me. Also why was that kid up so late anyway?!

On our last day in Santorini we awoke with the sun to take some last chance photos posing with classical Santorini domes, then we set out for Mykonos. Oh boy, this place is so special and outrageously beautiful- might've been my favorite island. We checked into our hotel and spent the next ~4 hours drinking caipiroskas by the pool. Just heaven. Then we listened to the new Taylor Swift a few (10) times and went out in Mykonos. We were out too early though so we filled our time with drinking and getting lost in the labyrinth that is Mykonos old town. And as apparently this was the time to visit Greece, we met up with Steph and some of Keith's friends and danced our hearts out until 4am. Rachel also convinced me to get up on the stage and dance at some point in the night; her joy and abandon were contagious! Before you know it, my top was off and I was smoking a cig on stage wearing a bodysuit, jeans, and all the arrogance of.. the best dancer alive? Aka the best time. I also fell into a cactus on the walk home and a spike is still in my hand.. is this going to be a problem?

We had an expectedly shaky start the next day, eating hotel breaky in relative silence trying to recover from the night before with intermittent flashbacks to our running the Scandinavian for a night. Didn't matter though, within two hours of being awake we were laying in our cabana at beach club, Scorpio, feeling like bosses ordering bottomless rosé and pita chips and just having the perfect day. Rachel and I got a little carried away when we realized we too could live and look like everyone at the resort. That is to say we could spend hundreds on one or two pieces of Mexico-made woven textiles found in a tent at the entrance of the compound. Good thing we hadn't been drinking for hours in the sun otherwise we might've made some poor decisions. Like buying three of the same thing so you and your sisters could match.. for example. Oy vey Maria. Anyway we had dinner there and you can't put a price on table-side prepped beef tartar, incredible salmon and sea bass accompanied by more rosé and a breathtaking sunset. Or you can and it's so much money. YOLO.. ?

On Friday I parted ways with my sweet friends and head out for Naxos solo and they to Athens. I regretted slightly not going to Athens but was drawn to that island life and couldn't resist. I spent this day mostly poolside recovering from Mykonos. I decided to stay in and get room service but when I called they said the kitchen closed early for no reason (or no reason they cared to share) and so I was faced with leaving my cocoon of watching some Dutch (?) version of say yes to the dress and walking the 6 minutes to the nearest beachfront restaurant or rummaging my luggage for half a Toblerone from the flight in. I'll give you one guess which I chose. Anyway the next day I spent on the water again. I was the only person not on my honeymoon on this boat, but two of the three couples were fun and nice and took pity on me so I didn’t have to sit in silence the whole day. There were so many highlights from this trip, and this was no exception. The clearest, and coldest water, cave swimming exploration, and amazing views of the island’s arid coastline. When I was back ashore, I bought a few gifts and then tried not to throw up my dinner as 1) I was still rocking from 12 hours at sea and 2) talked into a local delicacy that was actually disgusting. I ate some, tossed some to the wild cats when no one was looking (hopefully), and then pushed around the rest on my plate like a kid not allowed to leave the dinner table. I also threw the shot of whatever digestif they gave me under the table (into the sand)- seemed more polite than just leaving it there? Maybe I was just ready for home, though I am already imagining my next trip back there. It takes less time Paris>Greece than it does Chicago>NYC, what kind of small miracle is that?

#parisiangypsy #LaVieEnJones #parlevousjones #americangirlinparis

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mood-mixer · 7 years

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thesis super rough draft

Style Article Rewritten

i. celestial body

it is quiet in there

in that global atmosphere

where her aesthetic lies

it is quiet like a

flock of eyelashes sighing

through infinity

under the weight of

astronomical expectations.

meteors make no sound

as they dangle from her ears,

set aflame on her cue

despite the lack of oxygen

(she does not breathe oxygen

she breathes the snowy

diamonds of Saturn’s climate)

it is quiet in there

in that vacuum of

pressurized perfection,

with pollution so thick

she cannot feel her own (deserving) breath

(she does not know when she is breathing

she does not know when her blood is pulsing

and there are no shortcuts to these answers

because the corners she might cut

are constantly morphing)

pollution so thick she cannot see her vapor

rise to the iridescent comet clutter

it is quiet in there

in that black hole of conformity

she knows nothing about

yet knows so intimately

it is quiet in there

but it is too loud to move

to exercise agency of any kind

even in her self-made heaven

it consumes

ii. outer layer

mine is standoffish,

accidentally shy

there is not much room

for first impressions. they

glisten through my galaxy

like ceramic particles—one side

showy and attractive

the other dull and crumbly

hers is guarded, with an undercurrent

of viciousness and self-preservation

like a star of space glass

unique and trembling next

to the sun but not without

a sense of direction.

it is embedded

in her underarm and has been

since she first got cat called at age

12. she understands its protective

objective and considers it comprehensively

within her sphere:

weather (will there be meteors again?)

where the distance of a light year from the threshold of the bedroom door will land her

the precise temperature of the sun and its idiosyncratic impact on each planet, each piece of existing space junk

the outer asteroid belt of her sphere and all the possibilities of how each rock within it will treat her today

whether or not her tides will obey the gravitational force of her moon

the unquestionable extraterrestrials monitoring her every move

this is not an exhaustive list, only her most weighted daily considerations

they revolve around expectations and contradictions

which is not the only thing we have in common (but by far the most remarkable)

iii. cataclysmic event

a McDonald’s French fry

from the bottom of its greasy cardboard holder

from your glistening fingertip and

lands.

between the console and the driver’s seat

right

where it will

be retrieved

you worked out

you did SQUATS for that motherfucking fry

you worked hard for this gluttonous I mean

glorious moment of satisfaction,

unlike any satisfaction known to humankind

Choking back tears you lick your lips

in longing and consider the alternate ending

as a meteor crashes on the hood of the 1998 honda civic hatchback in the lane next to you

a pitiful tear falls from your cheek in this moment as you

realize how closely you relate with the pile of annihilated metal

entangled with unexpected depression and a touch of muted rage

you snap a picture and begin to sob as your eyes trail back to the

long lost fry, salty particles beckoning you from the devious trench

traffic is stopped and relief washes over you as the honda bursts

into a tower of flames with its driver jailed inside

people rushing with flushed faces

sirens in the background to add to the chaos

in all this urgency you have managed to recuse

your slightly mangled savory sweetheart

you have manifested your alternate ending

an ant has already made its way to the treasure

but you cherish it unconditionally like your very own child

IV. Moment of Reflection

She punctures her pressurized presence with a single atom of agency and she is the only survivor.

Apocalypse has never sounded as fragile as the twinkling diamonds that rain around her.

Fire permeates every invisible boundary and ignites her confidence like the Sun’s solar flares reaching for expansion.

This is not an ecosystem fit for corporeal beings. Her transcendence is the only source of light.

Her outer layer has combusted, the magnitude of her core burning so bright it must be assigned an ambiguous measurement of infinitely negative value.

She is the energy source of the big bang but she does not allow things to simply fall into place.

She is accompanied by only the soil, composed of unpolished diamonds of varying sizes and the full spectrum of color emanating from each gem.

Detrimental to existence but fundamental for her own. Everything is made of diamonds and they become completely ordinary.

She punctures her pressurized presence with a single sharp atom of agency.

And this is how she ceases: her own apocalypse.

But bubbles this big take time to pop.

One by one, men spontaneously combusted every time she opened the door for them.

(not done yet super messy rn)

The Mentally Ill Empath

Self-Doubt is the only shopping mall

in her thriving metropolis, Anxiety

it features brand names

like Low Self-Esteem

Perfection Mask

White Thin Apparel

Empty Self-Care

Sometimes she is the Mayor of Anxiety.

Sometimes she is a volunteer at the local Humane Society.

Sometimes she does not know where she is.

Sometimes genuine is the only thing she is.

Sometimes she sticks her hand out to introduce herself

but her language is limited to only one word.

“Genuine! Genuinegenuine, genuine?”

Between the Lines of Cosmopolitan

Check your sanity at the door please

(What little you have left)

because this is a place of completion

where outside influences are strictly

prohibited. (Pictures allowed but ONLY

with the flash. The aesthetic is crucial.)

All we are asking is that you slice off

your atrocious lack of thigh gap. We recommend

an Exacto knife for this, just make sure

to have some styptic powder ready.

All we are asking is that you brush

your teeth with baking soda to

bring out the pearliest white.

We recommend eating gentle foods

because your beaming enamel will

be fragile.

All we are asking is that you work

out twice daily for three hours and

exceed the recommended 10,000

steps a day by about four times.

All we are asking is that you abandon

your idiosyncrasies and tell them,

with one cocktail in each hand,

you will be back in the morning.

We recommend you do not ever return.

All we want is to abduct

your self-worth and place it in a test

tube with the rest of the useless

positivity that gets you through each day.

Standards of Conduct

Section I. The “Self”

A. Eye contact with reflection in every reflective surface

B. Refusal of local, national, international news to sprout and nourish self-ignorance (disable mobile device, impeccable filtration of friends and pages on Facebook)

C. Flawlessness in every sense, with a foundation of:

a. entitlement

b. numbness

c. amputated self-agency

Section II. Attention Given to Anyone Other than “Self”

A. Politeness

a. excessive small talk (especially family)

b. minimal emotional connection (those that can achieve no emotional connection with others will automatically be awarded exclusive VIP membership, see section V.)

B. Obedience

a. to these standards

b. to superiors

Section III. Exercise and Nourishment

your monthly rest day should include at least 6 of these activities

a. mountain climbers everywhere you go

b. lunges on your way to the doctor

c. crunches on your way to work

d. jumping jacks at Easter brunch to avoid awkward silences

e. squats on your way to the bar with the 11th first date of the week

f. weight lifting with watermelons and pork chops at the grocery store

g. bicep curls through your nightly 6 hours of sleep

Section IV. Love

A. Of oneself: N/A

B. Of others: N/A

C. Of these standards: eternal.

Section V. VIP Status

A. Eligibility to apply for rewards program

a. Rewards program: a monthly walk through a rose garden, blooming with bees and life depending on the season, with one (1) selected significant other that will hold your hand and silently accompany you through the garden as you become weary of nature’s potent fumes like a praying mantis’ stunned body after its female mate decapitates him.

This program can only be maintained by upholding these standards and the vital emotional apathy as to not excite the roses and pester the bees. Daily reevaluation by program officials required.

Sign with the name you wish you had HERE:

________________________________

Date with last time you cried HERE:

__________________________

Missing: Selena’s Pores

She appears so cool calm and collected

as her pores scream wildly at the top of her

skin LET ME OUT I CAN’T BREATHE

they have been kidnapped and all

the local news channels have been notified

the police station has filed a missing persons report

even though more than 20 thousand have disappeared

but they do not take it seriously

they joke about it as they sit at their

desks facing one another with their

badges in their right hands and their dicks in the other

the pores cannot breathe under a smothering

foundation and a dust of dirt even their

pussy retaliations cannot attract attention

it has been nearly 24 hours

since their last drink of water and the

dehydration is making them delusional

their hallucinations manifest where else

they would rather be

under the sun

with a tall glass of ice water in hand

they all want the same thing

toes in the sand enjoying the exfoliation

kissing and caressing their circular neighbors tucked so

closely to their roundness with no task

other than to be alive

I am the only one still searching for them

police say they do not have time to search for

an entire face full of pores

Selena gets paid to smile and act like this

is as whole as she has ever felt

she won’t repeat

the mistake that overflows

with thrill as each and every

second exceeds the previous one in length

her lips drown in the mixture of

nostalgia and insecurities

it tastes like

lemonade made from

real true Californian lemons,

salt instead of sugar.

when it spills it is not sticky

it is smooth and invisible

like puddle of whirling air

its healing properties

can bring the swelling down

in a sprained limb

is viscosity is limited and

constantly shape shifts

into is holder’s form

she does not like the taste

of it she does not like how

each sip gets saltier

and brighter she does not

prefer this opaque golden

silk but she prefers it

over the repulsive stench

and rejuvenation of

apple cider vinegar

but this is an individual case

for some this juice is

tragic, like expired poison

has filled their lungs

and suffocated

their will to live

for some it is refreshing

to recall the taste

of mortality

like a stream of blood running

from the nose into the mouth

for some it is addictive

a sea-salty drip in the back

of the throat

unparalleled by

any other refreshment

for some it is powerful

like the inorganic

necessity of

insecticides on a lemon

orchard waiting to

exterminate

field of follicles

a luscious field of golden wheat shivers in the wind as we drive by and

I shiver at the thought of explaining my silence

she drives as I fret

should I say something

she stops at a red light and the CD switches tracks

should I let her know

now it is too late as she raises her hand to put on the radio

why I am not okay with

another chance gobbled up by indecision

being shamed for having hair

her demeanor is safe sweet kind until now

should I risk my well being

she calculates out loud how much longer we have until we arrive

should I purposely collapse into my soggy cardboard self

she says it will only be another 12 minutes

filled with the emptiness of rain-rotted vulnerability

now she says we are here and she parks in the middle of a blooming field of clover

how will she react how will I react to her reaction how will she react to my reaction of her reaction

I am not a political advertisement unless you make me one I breathe silently

the clover reciprocates my breath and blows fuchsia perfume through her gray hairs

rule breakers

maybe this is how i will come out to my family

hand them a neatly bound chapbook

with nothing but the poems and their titles

no foreword no dedication not even a table of contents

nothing but text, black and white

just how my father prefers to think

many of the edgy girls in cosmopolitan are queer

these are the ones that “break the rules” the “badass babes”

they wear bold make up and a perfect set of brows

they all make out with each other and never respond to

invitations, nor do they reciprocate them

this is what makes them “badass babes”

none of them predicted they would all end up in

a three page cosmopolitan article that would

replace their queerness with edginess

maybe this is how i will come out to my family

I should speak with a cosmopolitan representative after I

finish writing this. it could be good. it will just have

to be published in black and white for my father

Conversations with a Mirror From Four Prespectives

A Perfectionist

I am not.

I’m simply

Attracted

To details

And like to

Take my time

Because my

Work ethic

Tells me to.

Failure

Is something

I am not

Familiar

With because

It is not

An option.

I am a

Quarry and

Perfection

Is my quaint

Bulldozer.

Not a single

Pebble will

Go untouched.

A Narcissist

Do not tell me what

I am

I know myself better than anyone and

I also know that my conversations only

begin by interrupting someone else

every time without fail

I immediately retract the

piece of interjection offered and

redirect it to the empath in me

and ask her why do

I think that is okay?

but

she is always sleeping or sobbing or embracing

someone that does not understand.

if she is awake she glares and I force

an apology from my lips to relieve her gaze.

I interrupt people to ask if they have

seen my new shirt do you like it?

everyone always says yes as if

they understand how exquisite

my style is but they will never

understand how exquisite

I am

especially in comparison to them.

A Masochist

i like to drink

a cup of nails

in the morning

just before work

and every half hour

after that. i like the

way it tastes on my

throbbing tongue

how it reverses

the healing of the

anxiety-induced

sores in my mouth

they are like

leeches on my gums

it stings but i like

the interruption

of numbness and

the vivid dreams it grants

i like the detox

of happiness

the lack of joy

is the only thing

that fills me

A Conformist

I am a unanimous set

of songs that plays on repeat

in the background of everything

I do and I do not look up unless

the person on either side of

me does first.

This, however, requires

observational skill and sometimes

I am too skilled in this area to be

considered whole. As long as

I do not implement any

critical thinking skills I will thrive.

but

when I see a fire flicker

in the paper shredder

5.38 feet away from my cubicle

it is hard to ignore. I wait until

the heat peels the paint off of

all the walls within a 10 foot radius

to react because otherwise I might

set the whole office on fire with my

chaos.

Skin Enhancing Lotion

that skin you were born in?

oh yes you may revive it

we have been waiting for you.

this system is almost like the

first step of addiction

recovery

it must be the user’s idea to

get help

but in this case you are not

addicted to drugs (although

you may as well be)

you are addicted to averageness

and body positivity

you need help

oh yes back to this skin of yours

it rests in a microscopic cage

it is not old enough to be potty-

trained and we like it that way

because its helplessness is so pure.

do not let it grow. do not let it learn.

certainly do not let it show signs of

learning because really, as we like to think,

aging is the physical manifestation of knowledge.

Subtleties

Lately I have been

conflating “subtle”

and “supple”

how would you problem solve

if your schemas relied only

on the way things sounded

rather than what they meant

and this is the root of the problem

because even the word “meant” sounds

a whole lot like “mint” and “root”

sounds exactly like “route”

depending on your dialectical preference

is there room for preference

in interpretation

or is that the dictionary definition

for bias

the socialized great uncle of preference

they sound unrelated but the differences

in their meanings are subtle

subtle enough to be synonyms? not likely

supple enough to split like cells

during mitosis? closer

like the way “woman” sounds closer to “human” than “man” does

is the “wo-” what makes her as supple as the generalizations of her? or is it only a subtle construction of meaningless boxes?

suppleness is not a qualification for womanhood but a prerequisite for softness subtly and strength.

A Love Story (this is a placeholder title suggestions welcome)

There is a single hair centered on each of my big toes. They usually average about 3/4” long. Dark and wispy like a raven’s very first set of feathers.

Sometimes they are in conversation with one another. Usually they complain about how cold they are but today they asked me to trim them. This was very unlike them. I misunderstood (as I usually do with the language of my body hair) and plucked each one from its little hill of skin. The task came with ease. Something close to relief.

6 days later they were long enough to talk again. And they were livid. They spoke as if I could not hear them. I overheard them discuss the fact that they do not have strength in numbers but their roots had grown stronger than ever, especially since I had plucked them. They said they would never be the same. Coarser. Darker. Rugged. They might even multiply, which apparently was not in their 10 year plan.

Scab

Growing back thicker and more deeply set each time, I must admit I am getting worried. It has been over a year since the accident, yet it will not leave me. (This may be the only thing I have ever wanted [this desperately] to leave me.)

The process goes something like this:

1. I pick and scratch like I’m digging out a banana’s tiny, gray bruise.

2. I repeat this until an edge deviates from the rest of me. A crunchy skin tag.

3. Time to peel! I clasp the edge between my dusty thumbnail and index fingernail.

4. Pull. Pull. Pull. Tug. Increments of aging.

5. I take a break. Breathe through it.

6. Pull. Pull. Pull. Tug. Like the sticker off of a moldy brae burn.

7. Here it is. I have been waiting for you.

8. I analyze this small memento of myself like a close reading exercise. Tenfold the meaning of any poem.

9. I must consume it in order to regenerate it. Entire placentas are eaten, so why not a sprinkle of skin? It is dry in my mouth but only on one side. Dry and structured like a fleshy diamond. I would compare it to a particle of rock candy, sans sugar, but it is so much more nutritious than that. I roll it over in my mouth with a wave of saliva. Now I can enjoy the best part. Rich and chewy, potent with flavor. Like a single bacon bit. When I am eager and harvest too soon it oozes a coppery syrup. When I am preoccupied and harvest too late it hardens like a residual drop of glaze in a ceramic oven. When I am attentive and harvest punctually its frosting is like scarlet creamy peanut butter, smeared on its brittle boat.

#poetry #freeverse #revisions #process

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