#Happy 33rd dude
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“I’m sorry I didn’t call you yesterday.”
TK sets the phone on speaker and puts it down on the counter so he can dig through the cupboard with both hands. “Don’t worry about it,” he tells Paul.
“I totally meant to but then the mayor had this thing and I felt a little weird ducking away on my first week on the job…”
“Dude, I said don’t worry about it–ah! Found you,” he says as he pulls out the jar of peanut butter and twists open the top. “Ugh. Is peanut butter supposed to separate into liquid and chunks?”
“Is it chunky peanut butter?” Paul asks.
“Not according to the label.”
“Don’t eat that, TK.”
“Well then I have no breakfast.”
“Go grocery shopping.”
“That is easier said than done,” TK tells him as he drops the jar into the trash. “Anyway, congrats on starting your new job, happy for you, not upset that you didn’t call, I probably wouldn’t have picked up anyway.”
“Wild night?”
“Yes and no. I went out with Ethan and those guys—.” He pauses to let Paul groan. “And then they all ditched me—.” Another pause so Paul can groan even louder. “And then, Carlos took me out to this barbecue place that had amazing food and dancing—.”
“Wait–,” Paul interrupts. “Carlos as in Agent Carlos Reyes? When did the switch to the first names happen?”
“I guess something about watching me get my heart stomped on in public softened him to me. We’re friends, I guess. Friendly, at least. I don't know, but last night something happened…”
“Something bad?”
“Something…I don’t know. There was a moment last night when we were dancing–.”
“What kind of dancing?”
TK rolls his eyes. “What does that matter?”
“I want to know if you were grinding on your secret service agent, I feel like that’s important to the story.”
“It was line dancing, okay, there was no grinding. We barely even touched until this moment at the end where I bumped into this guy and Carlos got weird. He yanked me against his side and I thought we could kiss right now.”
There’s a long pause on the other side of the call until Paul sighs. “So it was something bad.”
“Why is that bad?”
“Because he’s your secret service agent,” Paul stresses, “and he works for your mother, and your life is in his hands on a daily basis.”
“He has nice hands,” TK notes and Paul makes a distressed sound. “He does. He was licking barbecue sauce off of them all night…it was hot. What do you expect from me, I’m only human with a strong pull toward oral fixation.”
“I didn’t need to know that.”
“Whatever,” TK says, “you’re just jealous I never wanted to makeout with you.”
“Everyone wants to makeout with me,” Paul corrects. “You know you can’t do anything about this, right?”
“I wonder if he would’ve tasted sweet like the tea we were drinking or spicy from the sauce.”
“TK, you can’t.”
“I know,” TK tells him. “I get it, I really do and I would never act on it. I don’t even know if I want to act on it or if I’m just upset about Alex and trying to move on and Carlos is just the guy that happens to be there.”
“I think that’s a good possibility.”
There’s a knock on the front door and TK grabs the phone. “I’ll keep my hands to myself and I won’t climb into his lap while we’re in the back of the car–oh god.”
“What?”
“Do you think there’s cameras here? Do you think they bugged my house for security reasons and he’s been listening to this conversation the whole time?”
“No, I don’t, but I do think there’s an NSA agent that’s been listening to this call the whole time.”
“Hello NSA Agent,” TK jokes and Paul laughs. “Are you hot? Do you want my tongue in your mouth?”
With Carlos on his mind, TK stops to look through the peephole. There’s no one there, and TK frowns as he unlocks and opens the door.
There’s a plain brown package on the front step with his name and addressed typed in bold font and taped to the top. It’s too early for anyone to be out and about, but down the end of the street a FedEx truck rattles as it turns left onto 33rd.
TK leans down to grab the package but a feeling of dread passes over him before he gets more than halfway.
“Paul,” he says as he straightens up. “There’s a package on my front steps.”
“Okay.”
“I’m not expecting anything.”
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(...oh snap it’s actually Sabi’s “birthday” today--
--but he doesn’t remember it a lot of the time anyway, and, I forgot Brine’s birthday over on Splattales too, so I’ll just go ahead and update his age on the muse page.)
#OOC#Happy 33rd dude#For anyone curious tay's birthday is on the 16th of August#but he doesn't know that either#'cause octavio has a different birthday and the public would celebrate it as such
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just noticed it's jamie's birthday lol
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Ángel’s 33rd Birthday Letters
Every year Ángel writes brief letters to the people in his life who have made a big impact on him in the past year.
Tagging: @bradyemmerson / @quinn-hawthorne / @frankieblackwood / @alli-pellisier / @emily-duncan / @isaiahxcruz / @sanemreid / @julianeldridge / @graysoneldridge / @ryderirving
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Mama Bears, J&D, The best women in the world,
I know how much you love my birthday letters but it’s not nearly as much as I love the two of you. 33 years and I still don’t have the words. I know you hate when I say that you saved me but I mean it. You saved my life the day you decided you wanted me to be yours. You changed the way I saw myself. You changed the way I saw love. I used to think love was made up. And then you two proved me wrong. Taught me the way you always have. I wouldn’t have made it this far without you. You know that and I sure as hell know that. I wouldn’t change a thing about my life if it meant it wouldn’t lead me to you guys. Being an Emmerson was just my destiny, you know? Having two moms is the best fucking thing in the world. Sorry for cursing, J.
You’re my two favorite people in the entire universe. You always say I’m your angel but you two are mine and I’ll never forget it. Thanks for giving my life a chance, for giving me a chance time and time again.
Love you forever, mamas!
Your grateful af son,
Ángel
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To the best sister in the entire universe,
I know you think my bday letters are cheesy but you shouldn’t be surprised to get one every year. My life is always better with you around in it, B. You’re a freakin doofus and the biggest nerd I know and I love that about you. The day you walked up those steps and gave me the cold shoulder was the best day of my life. You taught me what it meant to really care about someone outside of myself, to take care of someone, to protect them and love them no matter what. I know we haven’t always been at our best but being your brother is the coolest fucking thing I’ll ever be. I’m so proud of what you’re doing. I’m so proud of how you’ve built up your business, all the ways your gonna continue to thrive and be your best. You deserve every bit of it. Every single bit. Don’t forget to celebrate, don’t forget to let yourself feel loved, don’t forget to take it all in before it’s too late.
I know I’ve really put you through it recently and I’m really sorry for that. I promise you that I’m getting my shit together and I’m gonna start to take better care of myself. Really try to, at least. I’m always gonna be here for you. I’m never gonna leave you. That’s a promise I’ll always keep, B.
Make sure to drink some fucking water!!
Love your big bro,
Ángel
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My love, my light, my homie 4 life,
Another year with you and you know I wouldn’t have it any other way, Q. Well okay maybe there are some things I’d change for both of us but that’s all part of the journey, right? I’m happy as shit that I get to write you a letter every year, I’m happy as shit that we’ve been friends as long as we have. Though I gotta be honest man, the word friend feels like it doesn’t even begin to describe what you mean to me. You’ve known for a long time that you’re my fucking soulmate man. Recently, my therapist asked me to think about all of the relationships I’ve had and to think about which ones have taught me the most about love. Guess I realized I never loved someone the way I love you, bro. I know it’s harder for dudes to say it, I know we’re some tall ass, masc ass dudes and people are surprised when we show just how much we love each other. But I love that shit, I love us, I love us being loud as fuck, proud as fuck, angry, sad and mad as fuck. I love us in any form, I loved us in high school, I love us now. And I love you, always, unconditionally.
I will always be there for you. Even when things change, even when new shit happens in our lives, I’m never going anywhere far from you. This bond is for life. Don’t ever doubt it. A lot of crazy shit has happened lately but that doesn’t erase all the good shit we did this year. All the work we did, all the shit we created. I know we’re just two clowns but we fucking inspire happiness man. We put a smile on people’s faces. And I never want that to change. We’re just gonna keep shining, keep thriving, keep surviving.
I believe in you. And I believe in us. More than anything.
Love you more than I love JLO. That’s big big love.
Yours for life,
Ángel
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Frankie, buttface, apple of my eye,
I know being home blows but I gotta say the Frankie shaped hole in my life was getting pretty big and I kind of hated that. I love having you around, I love having you as a friend, I especially love when you laugh at my jokes. But I love it even more when you clown my ass. Thanks for reminding me that sometimes shit ain’t that deep, that the bad comes with the good and it really just be like that sometimes. I get to be sappy because you’re reading this and don’t have to stare at my face but you are so damn special to me, FB. I want you to know that I love you and I would care so much if I lost you. You’re fucking amazing. Wicked smart, wicked talented and wicked fucking cool. The coolest chick I know. You make my life better, you sure as hell make me funnier and you always catch my angles. I’m really lucky to have you in my life. So don’t leave me, alright? Don’t forget that I’m always here for you, til a really cool death do us part, yanno? That’s how you say it right? That’s what Google says at least.
When you finally read this call me and we’ll get burgers so you can call me a butthole and make me feel loved. Can’t wait to cause shit in the nursing homes with you one day.
Love you long time baybee,
Ángel
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Allison, Alli P, Hermanita,
God really said I’m gonna add another thing to your list of blessings and then BOOM there you were. I hope you know I mean it when I say I got your back, that in me you got another big brother and in my siblings, in my moms, you got mad family who will always have your back. That’s how we roll and we’re forever loyal. So don’t you ever think you’re alone, alright? No matter the time of day, no matter how far away, you call on me, I’ll be there. You can just picture me somewhere singing lean on me. I know it’s not always easy to let people in or trust that people won’t leave you but you can trust in me. Quinn is my man, the light of my fucking life and I promise we’ll take good care of him, I promise I’ll take good care of you too.
Thanks for always having the best taste and for always reminding me to level up.
Love you lil one,
Ángel
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E-Money!!!!!!
You may not know this but you’re one of my favorite people to spend time with. Your energy, your laugh, that bright af smile and your sarcasm are the fucking best. I know I talk about how grateful I am that my sister has you but I never tell you enough how grateful I am that I have you in my life. You’re always there for me, always ready to hear me out or convince me to be on your stream. You make me laugh deep belly laughs and you help keep me grounded. I fucking adore the shit out of you, Em. I hope you know how much I care and love about you, how much I have your back no matter what. You’re a real one, a beautiful one, a true one. Anyone who can’t see that can kiss my big puerto rican ass.
Know that you always got love and family in me. We’re bonded for life which just means you’ll never get rid of me. Not such a bad thing, right? Thanks for sharing parts of your life with me. I’m a better man for it.
Love you always, boo,
Ángel
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Zay! My Man!! The mothafuckin champ!!!!!
In case no one’s told you lately, I’m fucking proud of you. I know it ain’t easy, you’re always trying to do the best thing, always trying to make people proud and make your mama proud. I see you man, I see how hard you work, I see how big you love and you should never lose that shit. You got some real power and not just in the ring. You inspire me to be better, homie, you push me to be stronger and not just cause you’re always challenging my ass to a race. But that too. you keep me on my toes!
This world is rough but you shine bright, hermanito. Don’t ever let anyone dull your shine. We’re gonna get you that savings account and shit is gonna take off. I promise you. Remember your big homie, Ángel always got your back. Siempre, papito.
Mad mad love,
Ángel
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Sanem!! My girl!! My favorite teacher!!!,
Girl you have been through it this year and it hasn’t always been the hottest or the greatest but I see you trying to be better. I see you trying to put yourself first in a way that benefits you and others and doesn’t do harm. It’s hard to forgive ourselves, hard to see the goodness when there’s been so much badness, you know? I know you know what I mean. But you’re trying and that matters. Thanks for helping me stay in shape, for helping me fucking slay the competition and for always keepin me on for all the new dance trends.
You always got a friend in me!
Love,
Ángel
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Julian, you beautiful, weird, amazing, pain in my ass of a man,
I love you dude. I know you brush off half of my sappy shit and I know you still beat yourself up plenty but we’re past that. Only thing I’m worried about right now is you changing the world with your art and for you to keep asking me questions that blow my fucking mind. I know this shit ain’t easy. I know I can’t ever understand how you feel but I know that what I can do is be there for you no matter what. And I am, forever, dude. Like forever and ever and then whatever fucking weird afterlife, after rave comes, yanno? Either way, I hope you know I always got your back. I’m proud of you man, not just cause you’re sober but because you keep trying every day. And that’s a hell of a lot than most people do. I know, the bar is low but fuck if i’m not gonna celebrate the little things.
I’m really fucking happy you’re alive, J. I’m never taking that for granted.
*hulk hogan voice* Love you brother,
Ángel
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G--G-G UNiT! My favorite fucking politician, Grayson
Man there’s never a year I’m not happy you exist. You’re the best, my dude. You inspire me, you’re smart as hell and you got a smile of gold. I know there’s a lot of shit that we’ve been through but I’m glad you’ve always had my back and I hope you know I always have yours. Keep doing the work that you do, keep making us proud and don’t let these crazy motherfuckers out here get you down, alright? You inspire me to fight the good fight, to make sure I’m not out here looking like a dumbass and I’m always proud to support you, brother. Always.
Remember to kick back and relax once in a while, alright? You deserve it and then some.
Love you always,
Ángel
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Ry-Dawg! Crazy motherfucker, Sunshine,
Drink some fucking water, okay? Love you forever.
I mean that,
Ángel
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Levi,
Not a day goes by where I don’t think about you, homie. I know that eventually I’m supposed to like move on, accept it all but they never tell you how hard it is. Other day these flowers in my garden bloomed and I wanted to tell you about them so badly. I keep thinking about all the shit you won’t get to do, the life you won’t get to live. I keep telling myself I gotta live it extra hard and enjoyable just for you. But how do I do that when I’m still so sad? I guess it’s stupid for me to be writing you a letter when I won’t get an answer, but sometimes it helps to think that you can somehow hear me, that maybe you’re still by my side seeing all of this shit. I hope that’s okay.
I just miss you man. I wish I could tell you I love you one more time,
Ángel
#letters#about angle#ft. brady#ft. quinn#ft. frankie#ft. alli#ft. emily#ft. isaiah#ft. sanem#ft. diana#ft. julian#ft. grayson#ft. ryder#q
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All-Glitch Pokemon Blue Run Pt13: Fossils of the Future
June,
I am terribly grateful that you’re still all right after encountering all those glitch trainers. Judging by your notes, it was an extremely trying experience. This does seem to confirm my beliefs, in the very least, that there is something special about you. You seem to possess a certain resiliance and resistance against the effects of glitching, enough that you merely black out and wake up later, typically none the worse for wear. Still, you musn’t start to believe you are invincible. I ask that you still exercise caution in your experiments and exploration.
I must also thank you for your detailed notes about all of the glitch trainers you encountered. These observations will prove invaluable to my work, I feel. June, I was a little nervous when you first started out as my assistant, but you have proven that you are not only talented with glitches but that you possess the adventuresome spirit and eye for detail that are the marks of a true scientist. I’m very proud.
I hope that you enjoy your day of rest. When you’re finished, we have more work to do. It’s about time you come to meet me in person at my lab. After your return to Fuscia City, you won’t be far. At the moment, my colleagues and I have been working on a new method of researching glitch pokemon. It involves injecting glitch pokemon DNA into fossils and then reviving the fossils. It’s very cutting-edge, and I’d like you to help me in the Cinnabar Island lab.
Looking forward to finally meeting,
-Professor Gingko
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Professor,
I’m glad my notes are gonna help you out! And I’m happy I’ve been of help. Honestly, I wasn’t sure about this whole thing either, but . . . it’s been really interesting looking into all this glitch stuff. I dunno what it is, exactly, but it fascinates me. And the glitch pokemon . . . the more I work with them, the more attached I get to them. They’re so strange and alien, but also so familiar, in a way. They kind of remind me of bug pokemon. They’re weird and wild, but they’re also so cool and loveable.
Uh, anyway. I thought I’d let you know how my trip to Saffron went.
One of the top places to go for tourists in Saffron is the Silph Company, that massive corporate building that loves to give tours to trainers. Show off all the pokeball production and latest tech gadgets. I planned on doing that, but unfortunately I ran into a little trouble. The entire building was crawling with those ‘Team Rocket’ creeps.
It was kind of a slog beating all the guys who kept wanting a piece of me-- put a dampener on the fun of looking around. To make matters worse, I then ran into Professor Oak’s freaking grandson once again. He was determined to beat me in a fight.
Thing is, his levels were pretty high compared to mine, and I was nervous. He started with a Pidgeot, a full level 37 by now. Dusty had been my lead pokemon, but I switched to Fractal. I admit this was just to distract Pidgeot so I could then safely bring in Wobbles, my powerhouse with a great ice move. That’s not a strategy I love using, but we were in a desperate situation.
Unfortunately, it didn’t work. Pidgeot outsped Wobbles anyway, and took him out in one hit.
I put in Giago to try and have a go with her, but Pidgeot fights dirty and after a little bit was kicking sand in Gia’s face. So I swapped out again and tried Dusty once more. And you know what? I never should have doubted Dusty. She got a lucky freeze and kept pelting away with Ice Beams until the Pidgeot went down.
Gia was able to handle the Growlithe, and Dusty took out the Exeggcute-- barely, but she did. Charmed got to see her first taste of battle and slashed the Kadabra to death. Finally came Blastoise, which was a whopping level 40.
I was worried. Giago’s weak to Special attacks, and Wobbles was already fainted. I did as much damage as I could with Charmed, then after going down to Hydro Pumps, I finished it off with Giago.
It was a close battle. Very close. But we pulled through, and I think I learned some things, especially losing Wobbles so early in the match. Wobbles is my ace, my powerhouse, and the one to usually protect us all when we’re outclassed in a battle. But Wobbles goes down to physical attacks in an instant if he happens to be outsped or doesn’t kill right away. When that happened, I thought for sure we were toast. But we weren’t. Giago and Dusty did a lot of work to save us.
It was a true team effort, too. Giago has immense defense and HP and is the wall of the team, but her Special makes even her frail to powerful Special attackers. Charmed was important to have around to take the Special attackers on. Dusty helped make up for Gia’s weakness as well, somehow taking out a Pidgeot and an Exggecute, despite having some rather low stats. Seperate, they may not have made it, but together they managed to snatch victory.
After that battle, finishing off the Team Rocket thugs was a breeze. At the top floor I found some dude who claimed to be the leader of the group. He was being obnoxous, so I battled him and forced him to leave. The president of the Silph Company was grateful for that, and he gave me a free pokeball!
After that, I decided to visit the local gyms during the rest of my free time. I figured I may as well.
After some shopping and relaxing, I finished out my day in Saffron. Overall, not bad. But I’m eager to see your lab at Cinnabar Island. I’m on my way to Fuscia now, to take out Koga at his gym. That’ll give me the clearance I need to Surf around here. Then I can head over to Cinnabar.
I’ll let you know when I arrive!
-June
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June,
Excellent. I’m glad you’re bonding so well with your glitchmon, and I’m glad you’re on your way now. Allow me to ellaborate a little on the fossil conversion process we’ve developed here.
The process partly involves something you have already done in the past. Recall when you handled that glitchmon #C6 with the Superglitch move? Yes. You will be repeating those steps, although this time, your C6 should know Double Slap, not Mega Kick. The easiest method is to simply capture another C6 for the task.
Once you’ve initiated the controlled Superglitch corruption, according to the steps you learned previously, meet me here at my lab. Give me the Helix fossil you collected previously. You will then do some swapping with a pokemon in your expanded party-- the 33rd pokeball, to be exact. I will take this 33rd pokemon and use its DNA to splice with the Helix fossil, and we can revive a glitched pokemon as a result.
Be sure to return the 33rd pokemon to its proper place when finished and then repeat the steps you followed last time for ‘cleaning up’ after controlled Superglitch corruption.
-Professor Gingko
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Professor,
It was wonderful to finally meet you face-to-face! The lab was nicer then I imagined. A little small, but still fascinating. I enjoy the ocean breeze and the atmopshere of Cinnabar Island, too. It’s the perfect place to study pokemon.
Your lab assistant is a little hard to understand, but I get the feeling he doesn’t get out much. Anyway, I have the glitchmon we revived, #C9, and I’m trying him out in battle now. Sometimes he blends in with the scenary if there’s a lot of rocks around, but he screeches a lot so I usually can find him that way. He’s been an energetic fellow, so I can’t wait to see what he can do!
-Junebug
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Glitchdex #: C9/201
Family: Onix Hybrid (95)
Type(s): Rock/Ground
Species Keyword: FRIENDSHIP
It seems to form great friendships with Drowzee. It is best to keep a Drowzee with this POKEMON to allow it to reach its full potential.
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End Notes
Glitches mentioned/used in this post:
* English Fossil Conversion Trick
Click for the next part of the series!
This is a repost on a new blog. The original post was on Jan 2, 2020.
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Loki Gif Challenge
Loki GIF Challenge!
When you meet Loki for the first time your reaction is the 4th gif from the bottom:
I could, I mean damn.
Loki’s reaction when he meets you, 20th gif:
Lokie is telling me hard it is to be him, and that he didn’t choose this path. ( know, dude. I know)
Loki asks you to join his army. Your reaction 45th gif:
- We are infinite! we are on the same path.
After defeating your first Avenger your reaction is 16th gif:
It’s time our first kiss!!!!
When you heard that Loki has been captured by the Avengers. 31st gif from the end:
I kinda a mess, he should have told me it was part of the plan.
When Loki has been saved and you see him again. Your react is 28th gif:
he’s back!! I’m so happy!!!
Loki tells you that he has feelings for you. Your reaction is 52nd gif:
He’s gonna make me ;D (suffer) but in that good way. I’m down!
Loki asks you to help him rule the world together as his Queen. 8th gif from the end is your reaction:
We are infinite, we relax into each other
Your reaction is 18th gif from the end when you see aliens are attacking New York:
-I’m dispear, probably on Loki order to stayhidden
You find Loki after Hulk has smashed him on the floor. 59th gif:
I want to take on the hulk! he is not a puny god!
Loki is hurt and you want to help him but he doesn’t want your help. He tells you to go away. Your react 40th gif:
- Ignore him, and sit beside him waiting.
Before you leave, Loki grabs your hand (WITH HIS LAST STRENGTH) and kisses you goodbye. Your reaction is 33rd from the end:
- It feels like, I’ve been torn apart.
You sneak to see when The Avengers meet up one last time to say goodbye and to give the Tesseract to Thor who takes it and Loki back to Asgard. You feel like 20th gif from the end:
- please don’t take the baby. I’m clearly heart broken.
Later that day you hear Loki’s voice calling out to you across space, he’s using his magic to tell you that he misses you. Your reaction is 26th from the end:
-I hear him and I love him. He will find me, I miss him
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From The Heart
Pairing: Bucky X Reader
Summary: It’s your first Valentine’s Day together and Bucky is beyond stressed about how to make it a memorable one.
Warnings: None. Just fluff.
A/N: While I may not be the biggest Valentine’s Day person I am big on loving those around me and meaningful gestures. SO. Here’s some sweet V-Day fluff from my heart to all of you lovelies. I love you all dearly!
(Sorry for the double notification tag list pumpkins. I posted this to the wrong place first.)
Bucky gapes, morosely at the endless selection of flowers before him. Daisies, tulips, chrysanthemums, irises, of course, roses. Some bouquets have these odd little plants the shop owner called succulents, others have candy or even small bottles of booze tucked into the foliage. None of them seem right.
His hands feel clammy, heart either lodged in his throat or floating in his stomach from moment to moment. All of which is laughable. He was a soldier, an assassin, had killed more people then he cared to think of… all with a fraction of the anxiety he feels right now. This is what you do to him though.
Every time you laugh he feels like he can’t hear anything else. Your smile makes the whole world fall away. When you touch him… His heart is back in his throat.
It doesn’t help that every shop he’s been in is packed to bursting with people. He’s getting better at being in public. In fact, if you or Steve is with him he almost feels like his old self, or… something close to it. But this was something he told Steve he wanted to do on his own, something for you. It was Valentine’s Day after all, and you were supposed to get your girl flowers on Valentine’s Day. He’s regretting not having him come along.
Someone bumps hard into him in the tight space and he feels his heart rate tick up a little too high. Left hand flexing into a hard fist. He isn’t worried about hurting anyone. He just doesn’t want to go into a panic… hates the disorientation that follows… quickly he presses through the crowd in the shop to the sidewalk. It’s Manhattan, so it’s not like there’s not a bustle of bodies out here too, but at least the air doesn’t smell like impossible decisions.
“Ya know,” Bucky jumps a bit at the sound of Wilson’s voice. “I don’t know that flowers are her thing.”
“Are you following me?” Bucky feels his pride tingle. Did Steve have Sam tag him? Did he not think Bucky could handle this?
“Hell no,” Wilson laughs. “Well… sort of.” He holds up a bouquet in his hand that Bucky hadn’t noticed. Had that been a weapon… he pushes the thought from his head. Wilson is a friend. Friend’s don’t have to be checked for weapons.
“I saw you at that place off 33rd when I was getting these. You seemed… like you were struggling a bit so I thought I’d come by and give you some friendly advice.” The shop on 33rd had been the last shop he’d been at before this one… at least Wilson thought this was only the second shop he’d gone to today.
“I was that obvious huh?” Bucky forces a smile and tugs at his short ponytail.
Wilson grabs his shoulder, “Yeah. But that’s alright man. Happens to the best of us.”
Bucky huffs out a mirthless laugh, “I just… want to get Y/N something nice? I don’t know if 1943 nice is the same as 21st century nice.” Wilson laughs and lays an arm across Bucky’s shoulders, tugging him down the block to a little coffee shop.
Each of them gets a coffee and sits outside their cups sending clouds up into the crisp February air.
“Look, you’re overthinking this.” Wilson takes a long, grateful sip, “You’ve got a damn good woman there, Buck. Chances are she’ll just be happy to spend a night with you that doesn’t end with you both picking gunpowder from under your nails.”
He’s not wrong. Still… “I know. But,” Bucky stares into the swirl of steam from his mug, “I wanna make it special I guess. It’s our first Valentine’s…”
Wilson throws his head back in a good-natured laugh, “Who the hell would have thought you were such a romantic Barnes?!” Bucky sneers and throws a balled up napkin at his friend.
“Dick.”
“Woo,” Wilson dabs his eyes with the napkin, taking a deep breath to swallow his giggles. “Alright, alright. Flowers are nothing special,” Bucky eyes the bouquet on the table. “Hey, these are for someone I’ve known for two weeks man. Not sayin’ she’s not great but what Y/N and you have… that’s on another level.” Bucky feels his heart squeeze a bit.
“Hmm…” Wilson sips his coffee, a pensive look on his face. “Alright. What’s something you used to love doing? Before all the bullshit, before the war, when you were…”
“Normal?” Bucky almost spits the word.
“I was gonna say less of a pain in the ass but sure, normal works,” Wilson gives him a warm smile. “Come on. What was something that made you happy?”
Bucky wasn’t expecting this question and it throws him more than he’d like to admit. He busies himself with his coffee while he sorts through his sometimes fragmented memories. There is one place…
“I liked the Boardwalk… Coney Island.” He stares off into the middle distance as he tries to bring it all into focus, “Steve and I would go a lot, I’d take my sisters or even dates. I’d go by myself too when I wanted to disappear for a little while, just watch the water and write…”
When he comes back to himself Wilson has a soft smile on his face. “Well, there ya go man. Take her there.”
Bucky scoffs, “Isn’t that lame?” He drinks his coffee to stall, “Plus the park is closed, it’s off season in the winter.”
Wilson rolls his eyes, “Dude, you’re a fucking Avenger now. A hundred bucks that in one phone call you could have all access to the park.”
“I’ll take that bet.” Wilson whips out his phone and begins typing, “What’re you doing?”
“Making the easiest $100 of my life, Barnes.”
In less than an hour, Bucky finds himself at an ATM with a self satisfied Wilson at his side pulling out the $100 he owes him.
Wilson smirks as he tucks the twenties into his jeans, “May upgrade this bouquet after that winfall.” He winks. “Seriously man, have fun tonight. Don’t overthink it. You already got the girl.”
“Yeah yeah,” Bucky yells over his shoulder. He did have the girl. But he really wanted to keep her too… Once more the nerves set in.
-
A few hours ago he texted you to wear something warm and casual and be ready by 7pm.
In the elevator, he tugs at his ponytail trying to get his heart to settle in his chest. Instead of flowers he got two bottles of wine Pepper assured him were good and some things he knows you like. Dark chocolate, good cheese, crackers, some charcuterie. Kind of a picnic… that you’d have in an empty amusement park… in the middle of February… in New York... Damn you Wilson.
The door slides open to your apartment and he breathes in the familiar scent. Really it’s been feeling more like home than his own place for the last few months.
“One second,” you call from the bedroom. “Sorry I would be ready but I was helping Tony with something for Pepper and lost track of time.”
“It’s fine,” he sets the basket down on the coffee table and perches stiffly on the edge of the couch. “We don’t have to rush.” Or… go at all...
“Honestly, you kind of surprised me. Didn’t think you were the Valentine type.”
His foot begins to bounce, “I mean we don’t have to do anything if that’s not your thing.”
“Nah,” you call out, “You peaked my interest with that vague text.” He stares at his hands. “And the... picnic basket?”
His eyes shoot up and take you in. You look simply stunning to him, even though you’re bundled up in an oversized chunky sweater, kneehigh leather boots, skinny jeans, and a large scarf. Really it’s your smile that stops him cold. How in the hell were you with him…?
“You look amazing,” he manages to say despite the storm in his head.
“You always say that,” he stands and pulls you in for a kiss. Your lips are painted with that red lipstick that never comes off and you taste like magic.
“Because it’s always true.” You roll your eyes at him and pull away to lift up the lid on the basket. He swiftly holds it down.
“Come on, you’ll ruin the surprise,” he sounds far more confident than he feels.
“Fine, Romeo. I’ll play along.”
-
Tony had lent him one of his lowerkey sports cars. A matte black Audi, even though he had tried to force the cherry red Corvette on him, insisting it was far more romantic.
He felt relatively together… until you got into Brooklyn. Being back was always weird. It felt like he was always trying to force pieces of two different puzzles together. The Brooklyn he remembered was still there but then again… not. However, when the sight of the lights come into view he’s strangely comforted. Not everything changed.
When he pulls up to the park you squint at him, a smile on your lips. “What are we-”
“What happened to playing along?” You shake your head and let him open your door, something that had been a point of contention between the two of you in the past.
He gets the basket from the trunk and holds his right, gloved hand out to you. Happily you take it and he leads the way.
The boardwalk is quiet even though it’s open, likely due to the biting cold. But the bright lights of the park seem all the brighter in the cold. As he walks toward the entrance you stop.
“Wait, Bucky the park is closed…” You look worried, like he’s about to be disappointed.
He smiles, “Not for us, doll. It’s ours tonight.”
“Seriously?” You’re beaming at him and all his concerns from earlier fall away.
“Yup.”
A park attendant calls out, “Mr. Barnes?”
“That’s me,” Bucky feels strangely warm inside at hearing his name.
“We’re ready for you both whenever.”
“Oh, you better win me a bear, Barnes.” You plant a kiss on his cheek and tug him in the direction of the lights as he laughs.
Once inside music starts. Not music you’d hear now… His music. Smack in the middle of Luna Park and Deno’s a tent has been set up and a full brass band is playing, speakers sending the sound throughout the park. What a Tony Stark thing to do. As over the top as it is Bucky can’t help but feel a little emotional.
“Oh, Bucky,” you look enchanted.
“Come on, I’ve got a bear to win.”
The two of you ride the Cyclone four times, kiss at the top of the Wonder Wheel, have an inordinate amount of fun slamming into one another in the bumper cars, and make it a point to get on every ride at least once. You insist that he has an unfair advantage in the shooting games so you blindfold him with your scarf. He still wins you a bear.
Finally, you insist to know what’s in the basket. You both retrieve it from the band’s tent and he leads you out to the boardwalk. The lights from Luna Park illuminating everything in colors, the sound of the ocean still as soothing to him now as it had been over half a century ago.
He straddles one of the backless benches and motions for you to sit across from him as he pulls everything out. Each item seems to make your smile brighter. He pops a bottle of wine and just hands the whole thing to you shrugging.
“Seemed silly to bring glasses.”
You laugh, “I’m definitely not too classy to drink overpriced wine from the bottle.”
He opens his own and holds it up, “Happy Valentine’s, doll.”
“Happy Valentine’s,” you echo and your bottles tink together.
Odd but enjoyable picnic complete, you both repack the basket and walk down the boardwalk hand in hand, the sound of the band echoing. It’s pretty if not a touch haunting.
“Thank you, Bucky,” you lean your head into his shoulder as you walk. “This was amazing.”
“Really?”
You stop and stare at him, incredulous. “Of course! We had a whole amusement park to ourselves, a picnic, come on this beats flowers and dinner hands down.”
He can’t help but laugh. “Wilson isn’t going to let me live this down.” You raise your brows. “He told me to take you some place that made me happy, that flowers weren’t you… this place always made me happy… and, well you make me happy.” A particularly upbeat song picks up, “The band though…”
“Tony,” you both say in unison laughing.
He sets the basket down and spins you into him. “I love you, Y/N,” he purrs before kissing you breathless.
“I love you too,” you manage once he pulls away.
“May I have this dance,” his hands moving to clasp yours.
“Always, Bucky. Always.”
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Watching From the Door
Pairings: Peter Parker x Reader
Request: Since you're taking requests... I would like some awkward Peter Parker where he's helping the reader study for a science test and the crew (avengers) are "watching over them" (read stalking) to see what the reader is like? You can do it in whatever style you'd like (hcs, fic, etc.)! I just got the idea and fell in love with it. Love you and your work! -🎃✒
Warnings: language, duh
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A/N: THIS TOOK ME AGES I’M SO SORRY I WANTED TO MAKE IT PERFECT FOR YOU AND I REALLY HOPE I DID. Also, I’m so sorry for not uploading recently, writing has been so, so hard but I have a crap ton of ideas and I promise I’ll start posting more!
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The cafeteria buzz is no place to study for an exam. Teenagers laugh too loud at all corners of the room, completely ignoring you, the one sitting with her nose in a textbook, cramming for the chemistry test in two days.
You groan, slamming the thick book shut and shove it away from you, mind reeling with element names and equations you’re positive you’ll never use after graduation. “I swear, Mr. Lumar didn’t even teach us this unit,” You complain, resting your chin against your palm to face your three friends. “I’ve never heard of oxidation-reduction reactions in my entire life.”
“Lumar is the worst,” MJ comments, poking the mash potatoes that are quickly growing cold with her fork.
“I seriously feel like I’m learning a foreign language, guys. There’s no way I’m going to understand this by test day.” You can’t help but feel helpless, the knot of failure unraveling quickly that’ll soon overcome you.
“It’s fine, really, I’ll just fail this test and the tests from here only get harder so I’ll probably fail those too which will bring down my whole grade and I’ll be so focused on bringing my chemistry grade up I’ll forget about my other classes and all of those grades will plummet and then I won’t get accepted into any colleges which then means I won’t have a good paying job and I’ll be homeless.” Ned, Peter, and MJ stare with wide eyes, brows raised at your sudden outburst. “I need to pass this test. I can’t be homeless!”
“Okay, seriously, chill,” MJ rolls her eyes, dropping the plastic fork onto the tray and pushing it aside, “That made my head hurt and this has nothing to do with me.”
“MJ what am I going to do?” You hate the desperation dripped words the moment they tumble through your lips.
“Peter can help you study!” Ned quips, earning head turns from you and your friends.
“W-what?” Peter’s eyes widen at Ned, seemingly talking in code through blinks and eyebrow scrunches, a language completely useless for MJ and yourself to understand. “I-I mean, yeah. Yeah sure, I can help you study.” Ned nods slightly in approval at his best friend, unbeknownst to you.
“Oh, no, that’s okay Peter, you don’t have to. I don’t want to inconvenience you or anything.”
“Are you kidding? The only plans Peter had for the next two days was to build the LEGO Millennium Falcon with me and honestly? I can just do it myself. He’d love to help you study.” Ned waves his hand, talking for Peter.
“Isn’t that like eight thousand pieces?” MJ questions, silencing your response.
“7,541” Ned corrects.
“Nerd.” She says with an eye roll before they dive into a heated conversation you don’t bother to listen to.
Instead, you turn towards Peter, who’s fiddling with his earbuds and refusing eye contact.
“Really, Peter, it’s fine I don’t want to bother you, I’m sure I can figure it out on my own. I’ll look it up online or something.” You ramble, trying your best to get out of hanging out with Peter all by yourself.
It’s not that you don’t want to spend time with him –the complete opposite actually. The thought of being with Peter excites you, it sends your stomach into flips, even makes your hands clammy, but alone? Without MJ censoring your words, helping you cover up the crush you’ve been hiding since freshman year? It was daunting.
“Y/N, I promise you, you’re never a bother.” Pink dusts his cheeks as his eyes fall, suddenly becoming very interested in his half-eaten yogurt. “Would after school work? My apartment? Or—or if you feel more comfortable going to the library maybe? Or even that coffee shop on 33rd street –I know you like their bagels—”
“Peter,” You interrupt his rambling, placing a sweaty hand on his wrist, “Your apartment would be just fine.” He smiles sheepishly, the pink on his cheeks only growing darker.
Truth was, he was just as nervous as you, if not more.
-
“You know, I’m really happy you want to help me, Pete, but shouldn’t you be doing your ‘friendly neighborhood Spider-Man’ thing?” You tease, bumping his shoulder with your own as you step onto the sidewalk.
“I’m helping an innocent citizen ace a test, Spider-Man would do the same thing!” He leads you through the crowded school yard away from the buses where you normally part ways.
“Is May picking us up?”
“No, Happy is.” Peter’s steps quicken as he spots the black car Happy always drives.
“The guy that always ignores you? Why would he be picking you up now of all times?”
“Dunno.” He shrugs, opening the door to the car he hasn’t been inside for ages. “Hey, Happy!” The man only grunts ignoring your presence before speeding off into New York’s traffic.
The car ride is full of a suffocating awkwardness. You don’t utter a word since Peter fills the air with all his lingering questions to Happy, not giving anybody a chance to speak, and when he does, Happy refuses.
You’re not surprised when the car comes to a stop in front of the doors leading to the Avengers facility. You feel as if you can finally breathe when standing in the fresh air once again, able to be away from the one-sided conversation that lasted thirty minutes too long.
“Why’d you bring me all the way out here?” You ask once Peter’s beside you.
“Well, I—I just thought that maybe if I couldn’t help you maybe Tony or Bruce could.” His hand finds the back of his neck, itching awkwardly, not knowing what answer to feed you.
In reality, Peter knows exactly what oxidation-reduction reactions are and how they work, it’d be a breeze to teach you. He didn’t bring you here in fear of not understanding the topic, no, he brought you here just to impress you. To introduce you to all his superhero friends, to show you that he was indeed cool and not some nerd you can call a best friend.
Little did he know, you already think he’s the coolest person you’d ever meet.
He leads you through the long hallways and past empty labs before making his way into the common area, gaining the attention of his friends and colleagues. They shower him with warm welcomes and cheerful ‘hello’s before their attention tears away from him and to you.
“Guys, this is Y/N. I told her I’d help her study for her chem test and brought her here just in case it’s a little over my head.” He chuckles, earning nods from various people throughout the room. “Y/N, I’m sure you’ve heard of everyone before, this is Wanda, she’s read my mind a few times, this is Natasha but she lets me call her Nat. Steve and Bucky—”
“Nice to meet you.” Steve flashes a smile while Bucky only offers a nod.
“Sam, Scott, and Clint,” Peter points to each of the Avengers seated comfortably on couches, “I’m sure Quill and Gamora are somewhere but this is Rocket, and that’s Groot.”
“I am Groot.”
“Dude, that’s so inappropriate. Think with your head up here before you talk next time.” Peter rolls his eyes, tapping away at his temple while Groot only shrugs.
“I am Groot.”
“I don’t care if she can’t understand you –I can! And that’s my best friend –please just never say that about her or anyone ever again.”
“Oh Peter,” Rocket says clutching his stomach. “You act as if you weren’t thinking the same thing!”
“I wasn’t! I –okay you know what? We’re leaving, we’ll be in a lab.” Peter mumbles, pushing you out of the room, shielding you from Groot’s stare while the room fills with Rocket’s laugh.
You follow Peter down more halls and series of doors until footsteps cause Peter to halt. “Underoos!” Tony grins at the young boy, “Rodgers said you were here, oh, who’s this?” His attention suddenly on you.
“M-Mr. Stark, this is my best friend, Y/N. Y/N, Mr. Stark.” He quickly introduces, “I’m helping her study for a chemistry test.”
“Mr. Stark, it’s nice to finally meet the man Peter won’t shut up about.” Peter stays silent while you and Tony chuckle, the blush from earlier reappearing to his cheeks.
“Studying, right, right. Well, I’ll let you crazy kids get to it.” Tony winks towards Peter, only making his cheeks grow redder before continuing his way down the hall, leaving Peter and yourself standing in silence.
Peter says nothing as he pushes you into the vacant, blinding white lab. He pulls out chairs for the two of you, throwing his backpack by his feet and gestures you to sit. “I’m so sorry if I knew they’d be like that I wouldn’t have brought you here.” You can only laugh, dismissing the embarrassed boy.
“You don’t have to apologize, I just met most of the Avengers, that’s pretty fucking cool.” You pull out the heavy textbook and open it to the correct page, shoving it towards the boy, already annoyed with the concept.
Each one of the Avengers made sure to take a peek at the cute girl Peter randomly brought by. It was out of the ordinary for Peter to even be here himself, they weren’t going to miss an opportunity to stare at the nervous boy around the girl he was clearly into.
If your backs weren’t facing the entryway, the two of you would’ve seen the eight times Tony paused just to check in on his favorite teenager and his friend. On the ninth time, you would’ve seen his frozen silhouette wanting to hear pieces of your conversations.
You would’ve seen Groot standing in place, staring at you for far too long, a pang of jealousy growing as he stared at the fellow teens brushing shoulders just a few feet away. You would’ve seen him take a step forward, only to be stopped by Gamora’s hand, holding him back.
You would’ve seen the smile Gamora wore as she watched the way Peter stares when you concentrate. You would’ve seen her own Peter making his way towards her and the finger she pressed against her lips warning him to stay silent.
You would’ve seen Rocket aiming random objects towards Peter’s head, his arm arching back only to have his hand emptied by Scott.
You would’ve heard Steve and Bucky’s conversation quiet as they too stopped to watch, not wanting to disturb the two of you. You would’ve seen Sam head over purely to annoy Buck, but stop and watch when you cheered at getting an answer right.
You would’ve felt the almost unnoticeable presence of Wanda swimming through your thoughts, though she didn’t need to see much to know you’re a great girl. You would’ve seen Natasha silently shaking her head, the slight tug at Wanda’s arm to stop her invasion of privacy.
“Wait, remember you need to balance H by adding a positive H,” Peter reminds as he watches you work through another problem. “Good, okay, what next?”
“Balance the charge by adding a negative E?”
“Yes, you got it!” He cheers, watching you continue to write what once was gibberish between the thin blue lines. You place the pencil to the side, earning a confused look from the boy, “You’re not done with the problem yet, what are you doing?”
“Thank you for doing this,” You ignore his question, not having an actual answer. “I don’t know what’d I’d do without you, Pete.” You offer a shy smile, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.
“Y-yeah, no problem.” He chokes, suddenly noticing how close he actually was to you. He desperately wanted to lean in, to close the gap keeping you away from him. “Can,” His voice breaks, speaking with a surge of confidence he hasn’t felt until now. “Can I kiss you?”
“What?” You breathe, not sure if you heard him right or you dreamt his question.
“Sorry, never mind. It was a stupid question, I know you just see me as a best friend and I respect that. Just forget—”
You don’t hesitate to kiss him or to cut off his usual rambles, body growing warm when he kisses back.
It’s not surprising that his lips are chapped or that he tastes like the mint gum he always chews or that Peter Parker is a damn good kisser.
If your backs weren’t facing the door, you would’ve seen the whole group silently cheering, nodding in approval, or Groot’s annoyed eye roll before they all disband away from the door, keeping their footsteps as quiet as possible.
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Happy 33rd birthday to my brother Taylor! We all love this dude dearly and it’s an honor to share the stage with him every night. https://ift.tt/2Bft2rf
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Majority of my followers know what Wakfu is, but not all know about the game: how many wounds it left in my heart, and everyone else’s. This post isn’t gonna be precisely explaining the wrongs that Wakfu did, I just wanted to mention that, in aftermath, it was a disaster of a game that left its most loyal players hurt, disappointed and immensely sad. I still keep meeting people who love this franchise, but can’t stand the game anymore since it’s.. Changed too much and didn’t stay enjoyable, to say mildly. I’m surrounded by, literally, traumatized veterans who look back at the good old days and shed tears. And I’ve been talking a lot about GW2 recently, not for no reason.
I want you to heal, just like I did. I mean.. I’m still hurt over Wakfu and I’ll stay this way forever, but I found a game where you can feel safe, loved, cared about. Devs in GW2 are humans who talk to us, who put smileys and memes in their posts, who hang out on reddit and ingame. This’s one of the major and striking differences between Wakfu and GW2. I’m still genuinely stunned by my own experience with customer support, I had a few troubles during my 1.5 years in GW2 and the response was not only fast and effective, it was HUMAN AND CUTE. I’m still not over it. Now that I’ve been invited to be a creative partner.. I’m still not over it too. They shower their regular players and content creators in gentle attention and kindness. I cry. During the 5+ years of being the most active and visible artist in Wakfu fandom, literally promoting it with thousands of drawings, I’ve never got a tiniest bit of official recognition. Not even a single placement on official media. When I took part in contests, I never won. Overall it’s been a one-way street. During my first 1.5 years in GW2, I’ve been noticed, picked up by the team, pampered and spoiled to the point of barely believing it’s true. That’s my personal experience, but it should indicate Anet’s general attitude towards the players. They. Do. Care.
I just wanna try and convince more ex-Wakfu players to give GW2 a shot. The two games are different in the visual and core gameplay aspects, yes, transitioning from an isometric 2D turn-based to a 3D, real-time game was somewhat harsh, but boy, how glad I am that I did it.
There’s EVEN MORE TEXT, brace yourselves. :D In GW2, I found everything that I wish was in Wakfu.
GW2 is a true sandbox. You log in, you do whatever the fuck you want. Level your first (second, 12th, 33rd, 68th) char? Grind mobs and dungeons? NO. Run around, look for events, explore, literally everything you do and everywhere you go, gives xp. You can level via crafting! Which, btw, is relevant throughout the entire game, unlike in Wakfu.
You do have dungeons of two kinds, and you CAN farm them if you want, but it’s your deliberate decision. There ARE farms in GW2, but they’re fun, if you’re not trying to get a legendary weapon in a month. I personally like running around with a bunch of random people who are there to FARM events in a specific map, but that happens once every two months.
Said legendary weapons ARE hard to get and yes, they can get you burnt out in no time if you don’t have a concept of a “long term goal”. Leggies are a prestige item, and, just like other prestige items (auras, specific minis, skins, etc), they’re meant to be your ultimate show-off item. People see you and know that you’ve been through.. A lot. BUT. Your hard-earned prestige item is to stay prestige. I assume you know relics in Wakfu? Then you must know what happened to them after a few years.
There’s no devaluing in GW2. Your trophies stay relevant and rare. Your prizes, your exclusive titles, skins, etc stay exclusive. You aren’t losing half of your wealth just because the devs decided to revamp ALL GEAR FOR THE THIRD TIME.
Speaking of the gear, the orange set you get at 80, is endgame gear. GW2 is 5 years old, so that orange gear is. People crafted it on the release and.. It stayed endgame. Yes, there’s also pink gear, which ~5% better than orange and is only needed if you do high lvl fractals or are min-maxing in raids. If you’re casual or just starting, you don’t even have to think about it. But once you craft your set, it stays relevant forever. People’s effort is never shoved up their asses.
There’s no constant carrot-on-a-stick gear upgrades. Level cap is 80 since release and will stay so. The game promotes safety and stability, that’s what attracted me. You take a 2 years break? No problem, you log in and go play. Nothing has lost its value, you don’t feel inferior, you don’t need to catch up to play with your friends.
Which reminded me: there’s a wonderfully done level downscale system. You’re a lvl 80 in a lvl 16 zone? Your stats are auto-adapted so the enemies you fought as a noob are still dangerous, and your reward (xp/gold/materials) is adapted to your true lvl. You go and play anywhere you want, and get fair rewards.
Crafting materials of all levels are also demanded and relevant. Oh yeah, you can run around for hours just gathering wood/ore, familiar to Wakfu players? It’s nice and relaxing until you meet another player. Well, in GW2 all gathering nodes are NOT shared. You see a tree? It’s your tree. That dude who runs up to it won’t steal it from you.
Oh also there’s no kill steal! Which is big, imo. You’re encouraged to play together, to help people kill stuff, to contribute to any event you see around, since everyone gets rewarded equally.
Legendary stability of GW2 servers. Lemme just say: there’s no weekly maintenance. There is. No. Downtime. Even on the big update days, you can download and play pretty safely. If there’s a hotfix, the game KINDLY WARNS YOU that you need to update and you have TWO FLIPPING HOURS to do so. Before you did that, you still can play, finish whatever you were up to.
Everything revolves around player’s happiness and convenience. There are constant quality-of-life updates. Your bags are full of crap? Here, salvage it into materials with two clicks, then deposit into your bank with two clicks (from anywhere in the world), then compact the rest of your shit. Yeah, with two clicks. x’D
There’s wonderful Fashion Wars. The game offers so much customization, and it’s taken so seriously, that it’s one of the endgame aspects. There’s 30000+ achievement points to earn, which are mostly fun and make you go out of your usual way. Dailies? You get 10 points and 2 gold for doing 3 easy tasks that take ~15 minutes.
There’s LORE. There’s fun little interactions all over the world. You just did an event? Stay here and listen, probably npcs will say/do something and start another event, logically following the previous one. The world lives and breathes. You can just walk around and observe. You’ll learn so much. And of course, there’s always a good cause to laugh. Dialogues/reactions are just hilarious sometimes.
Regarding the lore: there’s a so-called personal story which accompanies you up to lvl 80, then there’s “living world”, smaller events and single maps being rolled out every once in a while - so far there’s 2 seasons available, and 1 being “historical”, not playable anymore. In that season, they fucking crushed the main capital city. It changed forever. It was an epic event, which I missed, but watched people’s videos later. Then season 2, then HoT, then season 3, and now we’re waiting for PoF, second expansion. The updates have picked a nice pace and are frequent now.
There’s just so much to do. Just go, dive into the world and drown forever. :3c And meet me on the bottom. x’DD
GW2 feels different from Wakfu, but I found similarities for myself. It’s a sandbox after all, and later endgame has a lot of strategy. GW2 is never tank-and-spank. You just, literally, can’t facetank shit here. You gotta use your skills wisely, time your dodges, play with traits/passives until it all flows together. You’ve got a HUGE BUILD FREEDOM. There’s 9 classes, each having at least 3 defined roles, with more variations. You don’t just go ranger (oh archer it’s like a cra rite??) and do pew pew from max distance. Well, yes, you have a bow and can pew pew.. Or you can be a melee fighter, you can be a full blown healer/support.. As a ranger, yes.
I’ll be wrapping up now, I swear. GW2 is true f2p. Which of course does have a few restrictions (can’t trade or use map-chat), but you can get to 80, gear up and explore to your heart’s content before you decide to pay. I personally played for 5 months, every day, before I bought HoT.
Why’d you buy an expansion? More story, more maps, new class traits, gliding in HoT and mounts in PoF. The expansion and living world content has been constantly improving, visually, mechanically and lore/writing-wise.
Other than that, there’s a gemstore offering cosmetic and convenience items (gems can be bought for cash OR ingame gold). There are infamous rng boxes, but none of those are p2w. GW2 is oriented at the western consumer, which means, yeah, they know that we hate p2w and they’ll never do that to us.
*breathes out* I had to get that off my chest. I wanna talk about GW2 forever, but it’s exhausting to do one-on-one. :P Hopefully someone’s still reading this!
Now lemme remind you that now I have those partner links, if you use this to create a new account and play for free (for an hour or two months? w/e), or this to buy an expansion, I’ll get paid a bit. Not much, but it definitely helps!
And I was gonna write this wall of text regardlessly of the partnership one day, now I just have more incentive. x’DD Plus, we’re gonna have a beta weekend on 11-13 august, where you can preview the second expansion for free! It’s a perfect timing to write this post and try convincing you. You’ll just need a f2p account, and you’ll be given a lvl 80 boost and whatnot for that beta weekend. I’m not sure yet, but I assume you WILL. Just please register using my link above, so that I get paid for the two hours I spent on this post. :D
#wakfu#gw2#guild wars 2#please read it's like a matter of life and death to me#gw2 is everything for me right now#and i want YOU to play a game which would love you back
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January 1, 2020
I watched Deep Blue Sea around midnight and continued on into my morning just cleaning up and organizing as much as I can in my room so there’s less clutter and in simply a better state than it was before. Then I left the house and headed to Myton’s house. The plan was to head to the city and see the tree at Rockefeller. However, his friend was there and turns out they have previously decided that they would head to Jollibee. This ruined our plans because we planned to meet up with Ralph and Jezra, too. Then I just felt uncomfortable and admittedly jealous because they see each other all the time and I can’t even get an ounce of his attention. It was just a weird situation and I just didn’t want the feeling of having to squeeze myself into things but I couldn’t hold back this time because I felt really attacked the last time he joined us at Pho 32. So I stood my ground and fought for me and Myton, even if it meant that I would get nasty. He and I ended up going to the city, and his friend at home to wait for us. Yeah, right. Like I’d let us come home early. We goin home at 3, homie. Fuck that shit. Anyway, we got to 33rd, he got kebabs, and then we walked to Bryant Park. That was our first stop. We went around to check out the cool booths that were posted there and ended up in the Max Brenner shop and got ourselves some authentic hot chocolate. Throughout the night, we looked for a headband with a particular style that we wanted to have for himself. So we stopped by a couple as we went along with our night. We continued walking until we hit our second stop at some little shopping strip solely for anime fanatics. We met this really cool 3d printing designer who was running his sister’s shop. We bought some goods, stopped by Gong Cha, and came right back to the shop and bought more. He was really nice and a pleasant surprise because Myton knew a lot about those stuff. We kept walking until finally we hit Rockefeller. It didn’t even feel like we were walking for that long, at least for me, because I was really enjoying every moment that we spent together. I guess I just really missed him and our hangouts because we don’t get to really do that anymore. But anyway, while we walked to the tree, I was updating him about my family and what I’ve realized while being home and things that I realized about myself. He seemed to have been enjoying it and then suddenly, we reached the tree location and it was behind this big building so it caught me off guard. It was so beautiful and never fails to take my breath away. The simple things really make me happy and I’m so happy me and Myton went. Seeing it somehow just gave me a sense of hope even after everything that’s going on in my life. Just a little bit of a breather was all I needed and I got it that night with my best friend and that tree. Anyway, we took some pics and we continued our journey to find the headwear at Modell’s, Macy’s, Adidas, and Target, around the way back to the 33rd Street station. Then we suddenly thought that it would be a great idea to watch a movie like how we planned before. So we pulled through with it and got to watch a movie in the city for the first time. It was so exciting. We watched IP Man. Ha, that other dude wasn’t there to watch it with us. We had a blast and found ourselves going back home via Port Authority bus. It was 3.25 a person and it brings you all the way back to Journal Square. There was some crazy person on the bus arguing with the driver talking about he didn’t know it was the Passaic bus and that the driver should’ve said something. Anyway, we finally got dropped off to JSQ and we ubered back to his house, where the other guy wasn’t anywhere to be found. Thank God. Anyway, it was a great day spent together and I’m really glad it happened.
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This man 😍 Happy belated 33rd birthday to my other whole, ✨ @astronomer_ryan ✨. I wish everyone could get themselves a Ryan, because he's the most amazing partner I never knew existed before our paths crossed those years ago! 🥰 . In the beginning of dating, I knew he was different from every other dude because he was authentically himself. Ryan doesn't care about trying to impress others with empty talk, and he doesn't compare himself to others or worry about competing with people. He isn't afraid to show genuine emotions or communicate root causes of concerns. He is who he is, he likes doing what he likes doing and doesn't need excuses for that, and he doesn't feel the need to puff up his chest to prove himself. . I remember being so impressed (and I still am every day) because to me, he is such a man for being comfortable about himself and confident without needing to declare it loudly. I feel so lucky to have my other whole, we are such a great team together, and he is truly the best support system I never knew I needed. . Before Ryan, I never understood calling someone your rock, because I laid the foundation of who I am before being with anyone. However, now, I finally understand when Queen Elizabeth called Prince Philip her strength and stay, because I feel like Ryan has helped me grow through his unconditional love in wanting to see me succeed. Every time I look at him, that's what I think. Ryan is my rock and stay. . He doesn't try to change me, and anything he does is to help lift me up towards goals we now both share together. He sees my brain and heart and understands who I am on all facets, and he still loves me on my best and worst days. . I wish everyone could come home to someone so compassionate, so loving, so tolerant, so open-minded, and so brainy! 💖 . Happy birthday to my nerd! 😍😘🤓 Life shared with you is amplified fun. 🎉 . P.S. Shout-out to Marie-Paola @mariepaola_bh for one of our favorite wedding photos, taken about 3 years ago! 👉👉👉 😍✨🌈 https://www.instagram.com/p/B3sL96dhob_/?igshid=11e9iyod2yjvl
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“Louisiana Crackdown.”
“You can say no.” Those were the first four words from Sabrina when she got me on the horn. I knew it must have been important because she called me on the mobile phone (a “transportable” in a black nylon bag) just seconds after paging me. This one-two punch usually meant it was either to book me for a paying gig, or it was some sort of emergency requiring me to drive (which I was clearly unfit to do at that point). It was Sunday on a three day weekend and she was interrupting my poolside drinking and fashion show session.
My roommate Robert and I were house-sitting for a friend at a big house with a giant pool and private tennis court. He and a couple of his gorge friends were showing-off their new Speedos and I really wasn’t in the mood to work at that moment. At 25, like most of my contemporaries, my priorities were parties and getting laid.
But Sabrina sounded desperate. She’d committed to a big job without checking with me, knowing she could handle it herself if she had to. But with Tom away in Iraq and the kids starting school the next week, a three-day out-of-town gig was the last thing she needed.
“Oh Sabrina…are you kidding me? I would LOVE to do a TV Show in New Orleans,” and with that I told the Speedo boys the show was over since I’d have to be up at the butt crack of dawn to load the gear for the first flight out. Love Field would have been so much more convenient, but something about Southwest and the likelihood of getting stung with excess baggage fees made American Airlines via DFW the more sensible option. I carried thirteen cases of crap essential for the job, so baggage and its handling were always a big concern.
Call me clairvoyant, but I knew this would be a good gig from the get-go when loading my gear onto the curbside conveyor. Sabrina’s tried and true “peel” method of bribing the skycaps proved effective once again….and this time I skated-by with $40 instead of the customary hundred. Yippie…more beer money for New Orleans!
“What the hell? Are those caskets?”
“Since this town is basically under water, the graves are above ground.”
The instant answer suggested I wasn’t the first to ask him this as we made our way from MSY to my hotel in the French Quarter.
It was nice being greeted at the airport by the Executive Producer. A crew loaded my gear into a van and took it directly to the TV station. This was a first; usually I rent my own van and haul around my own damn Anvil cases.
What gives? Was it southern hospitality, or was it because I was willing to jump a plane from Dallas with barely an overnight notice? Or did this royal treatment come because I had a great reputation for putting talent at ease (I came highly recommended, having worked high profile productions for Xerox, Dr. Pepper and 7-Eleven). It didn’t matter … it was great being perceived as a bigger deal than I was used to - not as some expendable roadie.
He was imported from Los Angeles to make a TV show to prove that law enforcement and local government were doing something to address the crack epidemic that was devastating New Orleans. He’d be responsible for saving more than a few crack babies and he’d be the reason why hundreds of residents would call-in to narc on their neighbors for dealing.
“Don’t worry, you’re safe with me,” he uttered as he opened the glove box of his rented Chrysler Le Baron convertible to grab a pack of Camels. I couldn’t help but notice the silver handgun inside. I had no idea what type of gun it was, other than it was a pistol that looked a whole lot bigger than my dad’s .22….it was like the guns I’d seen on TV cop shows.
He noticed I noticed. “I probably won’t need it, but … just in case. Nobody knows me now, but by Thursday there will be a price for my head so I will have one of my guys take you back to the airport.” This was exciting shit for a simple white kid from Montana.
For years I’d heard stories about the ‘heathen haven’ of New Orleans with its whores and fortune tellers and voodoo dolls and black magic. I knew about Mardi Gras and what girls did to get beads thrown their way. There was something sensationally sinister about this place – they spoke French for fucks sakes! – and there were tons of black folk.
Having grown up in Montana I hadn’t had much exposure to African-American culture. Most of the black kids I knew ended up there because of Malmstrom Air Force Base. They were just like me – fairly conservative and really quite lily. But I knew there were “different” types of black people in the world…the kind I saw in videos on MTV or read about in the articles of Penthouse I’d sneak from my Dad’s private stash.
I also knew about guns and crime and drug taking and although I didn’t necessarily want to partake, I had a curiosity about it all that wouldn’t be easily quenched. Not unlike kids that chase an ambulance down the street to see what happened, I found it thrilling to live vicariously through others. Almost like doing the “crime” without the time, I wanted to watch without participating. Not that I’m a pervy voyeur…I’m just curious in a “National Geographic/Discovery Channel” sort of way. Was it the reporter in me, or was I just a “wholesome heathen” simply seeking the truth?
I couldn’t wait to hit the streets to see for myself what the fuss was all about. After a bit of business chit-chat with the Executive Producer at the hotel bar, I was finally free to explore. I slammed a shave & shower, splashed a dash of Drakkar Noir, and I was good to go. New Orleans, show me some of that Southern Decadence!
It’s not like I was fresh off the farm. I’d been doing this gig for a while now, and felt relatively confident in my ability to maneuver in strange places. I’d been dropped in at least a dozen cities from Austin to Chicago….but this town….this town was gritty. I arrived to a total mess with garbage and empty red plastic cups and beads and shit strewn everywhere all over the streets. It was late in day three of a three day weekend, so the streets, like many of the people walking them, were a little strung out. The smells were rich and the humidity high. I couldn’t have been more energized – this was scintillating.
I was happy this place wasn’t like Atlanta. I remember being put off by the black people I’d met there – they were too sappy and way too nice and way too accommodating. I wasn’t used to being called “sir.” After all, I am just a poor white kid from Montana. “I’m just like you,” I thought to myself. “There’s no need to go out of your way for me, I can get my own door. Please, after you.”
New Orleans was so very different. Those courtesies were left at the hotel lobby and I couldn’t have been more content with that.
As I looked for the nearest rainbow flag I was approached by a twitchy sketchy dude insisting my cowboy boots needed shining. “No thanks,” I said with confidence. I thought “he just tried to rip me off. I JUST had these things done in the hotel. See…I ain’t no stupid.”
I stumbled into a corner bar called “Good Friends”. This place was warm and welcoming and there were Gargoyles. What’s not to like about Gargoyles? As I asked the bartender what cheap beer he had on tap I couldn’t help but notice a smoking hot dark-haired dude having some sort of fancy something. “What’s that?” I asked with the innocence of a bumpkin. “It’s a Hurricane,” said the absolutely striking patron who looked like he just walked off a Hollywood movie set. “Hi, I’m Larry from Dallas,” and with that began a meaningful relationship that would last at least as long as the three day TV gig I was about to do.
Braden was a 29-year-old dark-haired stunner with a British accent and abs you could use to scrub laundry. Somehow he ended up in my room on the 33rd floor of the Sheraton on Canal street. I’m not exactly sure what happened the night before, other than my learning those Hurricanes weren’t just weather events but were also drinks served by smooth Southern slingers of sin.
It was quite an ego boost getting all that attention - I was “fresh meat” after all. Why else were people noticing me? Perhaps having my equipment shuttled for me by someone else’s roadies and hob-knobbing with the Executive Producer had gone to my head? Plus I was not-so-subtle in mentioning to the bartender, and anyone else within earshot, that I was in from Dallas to work a couple of days on a big TV show.
But how or why didn’t matter…I scored with a guy who looked like a model and smelled really, really good.
That didn’t take long - I’d been in town for all of six hours and lucked out on my first foray into the gay district of “The Big Easy.” (Isn’t it all gay? It’s New Orleans, for crimmany sakes!) Although I was casually dating a flight attendant back in Dallas, we weren’t at all serious. I was on the prowl and I was going to make the most of this trip no matter what.
“It’s the longest bridge in the world,” he said while nonchalantly exhaling the smoke from a Benson & Hedges Gold 100. OF COURSE he smokes, he’s British! We gazed at Lake Pontchartrain while I fumbled with the coffee maker, awestruck that this beefcake with a chiseled jawbone and terrific teeth knew how to form meaningful sentences.
It was unprecedented. The New Orleans affiliates of all major television networks would turn their respective stations into one, pre-empting all of their regularly scheduled programming to make way for a show called “Louisiana Crackdown.” The three hour special would be simulcast on a dozen cable channels as well, making it practically impossible for anyone channel-surfing that night to NOT notice something big was going on. The evening news anchors from the local affiliates of ABC, CBS, FOX and NBC would set aside their rivalries for a few rehearsals and one big blockbuster night when the show would shock viewers with stories of how crack cocaine and its consumers were killing the community.
The show was shot, no pun intended, at the studios of the PBS affiliate - neutral ground in what was otherwise a ratings turf-war among fighting factions that would rather slit the throats of their competition than sit across from them at a news desk on camera. Surprisingly, cat fights and sarcastic remarks were kept to a dull roar…this was a good cause, after all, the talent and their respective producers and handlers would “bury the hatchet” in the name of safety and security for the citizens of the community the FCC had granted them license to serve.
The purpose of the show was to increase awareness, raise money, encourage people to narc on their neighbors, turn in their guns, seek rehabilitation and otherwise confess their sins as they related to illicit drug use. Reporters did pre-recorded segments on everything from “Symptoms of Drug Abuse in Teens” to “Where to Seek Help for your Addiction.” There was a bank of telephones just like I’d seen on the Jerry Lewis MDA Telethon. But here volunteers would take not just donations but the names and locations of suspected drug dealers and their nefarious activities – info which would be given to the police who’d dispatch a patrol car right then and there.
My job was to run the teleprompter. Unlike a lot of other people behind the scenes like camera guys or lighting or sound techs, I got to work closely with the talent, often making suggestions on how they might re-word their scripts or even add or remove content critical to the conveyance of the message.
Working production gigs like these you get to know people over the course of multiple days of rehearsals and the show …you learn to cherish the quick, short relationships that disappear as fast as they start.
I might as well try meeting up with Braden again - he was so friggin’ hot - so why not go for round two? After dinner I stumbled into Good Friends again (why NOT return to the scene of the crime?) and sure enough, there he was by the Gargoyles, slurping a hurricane, smoking a Benson and Hedges and talking up the bartender. And once again, shock of all shocks, we ended up on the 33rd floor of the Sheraton.
The next morning was interesting…. magically overnight he lost his British accent. In our morning after coffee confessional he said although he lived in London for the past ten years he was not FROM there. He was from the affluent burbs of Houston, and clearly now I recognize the accent was fake.
Oh my…what else didn’t I know? He said he’d done some modeling (which I still totally believed) but otherwise he remained a mystery. No wonder my instincts told me to sleep with one eye open and to keep my cash buried deep in a shoe in my locked luggage.
I was explaining what I’d learned about crack and coke in yesterday’s rehearsal. He felt compelled to tell me about how he and his former partner, a rich older guy (whom I suspect was his sugar daddy) had tried heroin in a controlled setting, administered by a doctor who released the juice in the IV to both of them at the same time (something about a butterfly valve or bandage)?
All this drug talk is making me feel so naïve and innocent…all I had ever done was beer, aside from trying a whiff of pot in high school. I’m sure there was more I didn’t know. Now I am totally fascinated with this guy and must continue the interview. We exchanged numbers and I agreed to fly him to Dallas to be my date for a divorce party in two weeks.
Meanwhile, back in TV Land…..
The main anchor of Louisiana Crackdown was Warren Bell of WVUE channel 8. He told his own tale - drugs almost destroyed his career. He was the first black prime-time TV anchor in New Orleans and recited a story he told EBONY magazine about days in the early 1980s when he’d go home between the 6 o’clock and ten o’clock newscasts to freebase cocaine. I’d never met anyone in person who’d done that before. Talk about satisfying my “National Geographic/Discovery Channel" curiosity.
There were guns…lots of guns. Multiple pistols, rifles and even machine guns were placed on a table for a camera close-up, each one being described so the viewing audience would know how to explain what they were looking at when reporting said guns to the authorities. Warren seemed to have an above-average interest in the guns, “I’ve got one just like this,” he told me privately off camera. Even respectable white-collar news anchors have their own guns? Wow. This is a real city.
Show night was quite a spectacle – the parking lot and surrounding grounds of the studio looked like a crime scene. There were multiple trucks with Satellite dishes sending and receiving signals to the outside world. There were cops on horses and at least a dozen patrol cars ready to move when the calls came in to send the next set of officers to catch dealers in the act.
There was a bomb threat at one point (doing a show like this must have certainly pissed off more than one cartel). But, as we say in the business, “the show must go on” – and it did. Nobody in the viewing audience watching from the comfort of their living rooms had a clue.
And just like that it’s eleven o’clock…the most successful show I’d done to date happened without a hitch. Now it’s time to strike the set and get my gear loaded for the roadies to take back to the airport in the morning.
The show was over – literally. It was kind of anti-climactic after all that excitement. I was disappointed I wasn’t going to see Braden again until Dallas and I called it a night, settling for a beer by myself at the hotel bar. Boo.
The next morning the roadies took me and my 13 Anvil cases back to the airport as promised.
After clearing security I noticed a crudely made sign made on a paper plate and written in crayon: “Louisiana Rice & Beans: $3.95”. To this day that remains the world’s best airport food I’ve ever had EVER!
Looking back – over 25 years ago now – it’s fun to remember this hurricane. The storm came out of nowhere, a whirlwind of delicious excitement. Then just as quick as it came – poof, it was gone.
All I got out of it were some fantastic memories and a plastic ID card that said yes. To be precise, it said:
“Guest Staff – WYES”.
I’m sure glad I said yes to Sabrina that day when she interrupted the poolside fashion show.
#WYES #Louisiana Crackdown #Warren Bell
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Goddamnit
I did the thing where I met the dude
I started by going to the Strip for an open interview, and then I needed food. I figured I'll eat somewhere I haven't before, went into one of the little shopping areas, and wound up at a bar (bc of COURSE I did)
And while drunk ppl watching, I encouraged one of the other patrons. And moved from the 4 top table I was sitting at my myself to the recently emptied seat at a bar, next to Deshawn from Boston.
I had a couple more drinks.
Woke up in a sweet ass wraparound room on the 33rd floor of Cosmo at 3am. Only vaguely remember walking down the strip back to cosmo. Do not remember the elevator. Do not remember walking inside. We joke that we were roofied, but really it's just strong drinks and desert heat. Bc he didn't do that to me.
Came back next day to check in with the job (which I never heard back from), hit this dude up again. Bc fuck it's Vegas, if things change and I decide I don't wanna hang out with him, I'm an expert at giving the cold shoulder.
I have spent one night in my own bed since last Sunday. It is Tues and I'm omw to the hotel again. A couple days ago things started feeling a more natural, more comfortable. He didn't leave when he was initially supposed to. He told me to come visit him in Boston. Caitlin lit up when I told her - she said he wouldn't say that unless he meant it. And hes been so happy since he's been out here. His friends got me a room key to their hotel room. His friend is also here in Vegas, on business, and is like, mid to high level dealing/distributing. There's a circle-it took me a couple days to realize they didn't just randomly meet here and click bc they're all from Boston, or that he lucked out finding a bunch of drugs. No, this is the Vegas ring of the operation.
Pretty sure his friend has minimum 3 ppl set up here in the same apartment complex to help work his business. There's another 3 guys, one who lives here, two I don't think do (they're at the hotel too) The other night we were hanging at one guy's apartment and they were weighing and packing up entire jars of thc crystals to ship out. I've not actually seen Matt drink, probably so he keeps a clear head. And money hasn't been an object for them in the least.
I wasn't looking for this. I was looking for a job. I jokingly told myself that I'm an escort right now bc he's paying for everything, and I'm just having a good time and he is getting sex out of it. But I'm more than that. We haven't had a really deep conversation about it but there's been small mentions. Maybe we're both trying to not get our hopes up too high. But it's been an easy, chill night to have fun
This saved as a draft, and two days later (wed), they've left for Cali for business. They'll be back this weekend, and D goes back to Boston for a few days to take care of some things. But he'll be back next week. After a couple hours of sleeping and catching up, I really didn't want to do anything. Sleeping sucked. Not that I could handle another night of hours of sex, I just wanted cuddles. I wanted company.
I'm in trouble.
But damn it'll be funny to watch my whole fb lose it wondering why I'm in motherfuckin Boston of all places. Everything Josh didn't want to do or like, or was wary of, D is down. If he doesn't like it for himself, he'll let me do it and pass himself. Josh literally just didn't want me and didn't have the balls to say it, and that's what upsets me more than anything was him willfully and intentionally wasting my time and energy.
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