#PLUS IT'S ONE OF THOSE DAYS WHERE THERE'S REALLY WHITE SNOW EVERYWHERE AND IT'S SUPER FUCKING SUNNY
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I have the WORST headache ever good god
#💭#it was pretty bad even when i went to bed#and i got it again immediately every time i half-woke-up in the middle of the night#and now it's morning and for the first like 20 minutes after i woke up i like literally could not open my eyes#even the light peeking through the curtains was too bright WHILE my eyes were closed#had to put a hand or pillow or something over my closed eyes for it to be dark enough#it's gotten mildly better than then but my head still FUCKING hurts#i took ibuprofen i hope it helps T_T#i have to be in class right now...#PLUS IT'S ONE OF THOSE DAYS WHERE THERE'S REALLY WHITE SNOW EVERYWHERE AND IT'S SUPER FUCKING SUNNY#AND EVERYTHING IS BLINDING ANYWAY AUUUUGH
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Sitting Front Row at...(On a Budget Obvs): Lookbook no.15
Hey to anyone reading!
And welcome to my fave lookbook I’ve done in a longggg ass time! Yes, that’s partially because it involved making collages and doing the low effort work of scouring Vogue Runway for “research purposes”, but I promise, that statement wasn’t made out of COMPLETE laziness-I am super happy with it too. It’s been a good use of pre-part-lockdown-lift time in the interim between that brief period of Christmas celebrations and eateries finally fucking opening again because let’s be honest, I always knew I was gonna get distracted by oat milk vanilla lattes and veggie all day breakfasts once I could actually sit down with them at my fave local cafe. You could say I was very much operating on a self-imposed deadline.
The “what I would wear to sit front row at...[insert designer here]” TikTok/Instagram reel trend was something I wanted to get on board with ever since I first saw one and whilst the option of doing my own live action take-I really cannot bear the thought of having to edit footage of myself awkwardly attempting to sit nonchalantly in front of a camera for hours on end-was off the cards considering my complete lack of screen presence, I decided a Tumblr text post would work just as well, and if not even better in a way. Given the absence of the time limitations you face when you’re making a reel or a TikTok I thought it’d be cool to present the looks as part of a mini moodboard for each designer which adds a bit of context to each look even if you aren’t familiar with their past collections and establishes the general vibe of the brand I’m attempting to replicate. Not to sound snotty or as if I am the font of all knowledge on anything high fashion related but even with my amateur knowledge I noticed that as the video trend took off and was adopted by big name influencers, it became less about the average person putting their own personal spin on the aesthetic of the labels we can’t ordinarily afford and more about them building outfits that only vaguely resemble the general public perception of the brand around the real corresponding (and often gifted and thus inaccessible to someone who doesn’t makes thousands for a sponsored post) pieces they own SO I thought I’d take the trend back to its roots and get a bit resourceful. All that being said, in no particular order, here are the outfits I would wear to sit front row at Gucci, Vera Wang, Miu-Miu, Marc Jacobs, Dolce & Gabbana, Brock Collection, Alexander McQueen, Etro, Burberry aaaand Saint Laurent based on their past collections and guess what? They didn’t cost a shit tonne of money :-)
-disclaimer: will include an asterisk before any new purchases if from a high street store though to be honest, I don’t think there are any, we shall see! I do include where I got old purchases from in case anyone wants to search anything on Depop/Ebay-
1. Saint Laurent (formerly Yves Saint Laurent)
-blazer from identityparty on Depop, pleather trousers from Zara, jewellery from Dolls Kill-
I know technically abbreviating Saint Laurent to YSL doesn’t really make much sense anymore given the brand’s name change in 2012, but I’ll always think of it as that in the same way I’ll always associate it with the slightly dishevelled yet simultaneously glitzy rock n’ roll aesthetic. The thing is, whilst YSL hasn’t done anything wildly out of the box for a long time, it’s rare they put a look on the runway that I wouldn’t wear; they never end up being a fashion week standout but the Parisienne take on grunge we’ve seen Anthony Vaccarello establish as his go-to will always have a place in my heart.
2. Alexander McQueen
-embroidered leather jacket from Ebay (originally Topshop), harness from Amazon, dress from ASOS, boots from Koi Vegan Footwear-
Alexander McQueen is a brand that is pretty much universally liked, from the historically extravagant and groundbreaking shows the man himself put together to Sarah Burton’s more toned down but still beautiful collections. Obviously I didn’t attempt to do justice to the former, so I tried my hand at putting together a look inspired by Sarah’s blend of delicate femininity and nomadic edge, and it went...okay? Like it’s definitely not my favourite of all the looks because it does give off slightly cheap copycat vibes buuut outside of the context of this lookbook it’s cute.
3. Brock Collection
-boater hat from Ebay, midi skirt from morganogle on Depop, corset top from ownmode_, heels from amybeckett1, bag from Primark-
Brock isn’t as well known a brand as most of the others in this list but I adore everything Laura Vassar Brock does and I couldn’t pass up an opportunity to try and channel the vision of one of the OG pioneers of the cottagecore vibe through my own wardrobe. I mean fr, this woman’s work as a steady provider of meadow photoshoot worthy dresses and corsets and skirts is v slept on and I will not stand for it. I will sit in front of a camera and then write a paragraph in my blog post begging anybody who reads to give LVB (an abbreviation I acknowledge is unlikely to catch on because Lisa Vanderpump anybody?) some form of acknowledgement for her services to period romance novel inspired moodboards everywhere.
4. Marc Jacobs
-coat from House of Sunny, white shirt from Retro World Camden, co-ord from Sugar Thrillz, bag from Poppy Lissiman-
If there’s one thing Marc Jacobs always does, it’s COMMITS. TO. HIS. THEME. I just KNOW he has a secret Pinterest with separate boards for every fashion era of the 20th century and he is putting those boards to good use providing us with collections that are as immersive as they are eclectic year in year out.
5. Miu Miu
-beret from H&M, hair clips from H&M, jewellery from Primark, coat from mollyyemmaa on Depop, shirt from YesStyle, sweater vest from YesStyle, skirt from Depop, diamanté belt from Brandy Melville, shoes from Koi Vegan Footwear-
We all like to talk about Bratz dolls and Monster High dolls and Barbies as fashion inspo but can we all focus on Cabbage Patch dolls for two secs so as to acknowledge the fact that a Miu Miu collection is basically all their fits grown up? And made boujie as fuck? If I want my fix of Wes Anderson meets Scream Queens (what a combo) inspired outfits, if I want prissy and girlish but also glam, if I want to look like a bratty rich girl whose one redeeming quality is her eye for vintage clothes, I know where to look and that is the Miu Miu section of Vogue Runway.
6. Vera Wang
-blazer as in no.1, velvet bralet from catdegaris on Depop, harness from Amazon, skirt from Ebay, knee high socks from Ebay, lace up boots from Ebay-
Vera Wang’s RTW aesthetic, a blend of the ethereal, ultra-feminine bridal designs she’s known for and British style punk rock influences, is something I feel has only become firmly established in recent years but it is everything I ever wanted and more. I always find myself trying to balance the part of me that loves everything girly and delicate and pretty and the part of me that would love to be in a biker gang and Vera’s collections are always an inspirational reminder of just how well it can be done.
7. Burberry
-coat from charity shop, suit from emmafisher3 on Depop, top from simranindia, shirt underneath from Zara, jewellery from ASOS-
Now I’m not gonna lie, I’m not the biggest fan of Burberry but there have been a few looks over the past few years I’ve really liked and as someone who owns numerous trench coats, high necks and way too much plaid, I thought it’d be an easy one to replicate. Plus, if you can count on Riccardo Tisci for nothing else you at least can rely on him giving you some layering inspo which is very much needed in a country where it literally just snowed in April and where my plans for today have just been cancelled because the iPhone weather app did a Karen Smith and didn’t predict rain for today right up until it started raining so thanks for that one British meteorologists. Your incompetence strikes again.
8. Etro
-corset from Urban Outfitters, vinyl trench coat from Topshop, boots from Ebay, black slip dress from kaoanaoleinik on Depop, fur trim afghan coat from louisemarcella-
Like with Brock Collection, Etro isn’t a hugely well known brand, but it is always one of my favourites-to add a spanner into the works of any attempts to cultivate a firm sense of personal style, I live for the ornate Bohemian look that Etro does so well just as much as I love both grungy and girly pieces, and so I really wanted to include a brand whose collections go down that route. It was a toss-up between this and Zimmerman, the flirtier, free spirit counterpart to the dark romance of Veronica Etro’s designs; her vision really shines through the most when it comes to the brand’s winter collections, imo, and given that I live in a country where winter or some weather state resembling it does seem to take up 70% of the year, I did decide on channelling her work rather than that of the equally talented Nicky and Simone Zimmermann this time round.
9. Dolce & Gabbana
-flower crown from ASOS, tiara from Amazon, earrings from YesStyle, dress from alicealderdice1 on Depop, opera gloves from Ebay, boots from Koi Vegan Footwear-
D&G is a brand I felt really conflicted about doing-I don’t include their current collections in my fashion week reviews based on the actions of designers Stefano Gabbana and Domenico Dolce over the last few years because I don’t want to mitigate the collective effort of fashion critics to push them towards irrelevancy. Though people like to claim the brand has turned a corner since Lucio Di Rosa was brought on board as the manager of celebrity and VIP relations last year (they are as prolific a force on red carpet fashion as ever), we haven’t seen any real meaningful apologies or reparations made by Dolce and Gabbana themselves which once again leaves us in the all too familiar quandary of whether or not we can separate the art from the artist especially when it is far too much of a simplification to only credit the two men for their work given there’s a whole design team behind them. There are a LOT of shitty people working in fashion, the whole industry is a bit of a cesspit if we’re honest, but I don’t think that should stop us from at least being able to appreciate old collections if we make sure we aren’t engaging in any kind of promotion of current works whilst doing so. D&G are a brand of high highs and low lows, with looks that range from hideously ugly to showstoppingly beautiful in a single show-when the looks are good, they are GOOD-and their presence in the fashion world is most definitely felt whether we want it to be or not. It would just be shit to refuse to recognise the existence of some real iconic runway moments, the practical work that went into the ornate detail and opulence that helped cement D&Gs place in sartorial history, the styling that’s made goddesses and fairytale queens out of modern day women as they’ve glided down catwalks, the far more extravagant and, let’s be real, sexier version of our world D&G shows have transported us to in the past. Will I talk about D&G ever again? No, and if you Google the scandals their brand has faced over the past few years, there are more than enough reasons why, but just this once I did want to pay homage to some of the collections, the snippets of which I saw on my Tumblr dashboard back when I was about 13, that first got me into fashion.
10. Gucci
-fur coat from Topshop, clips from Zaful, glasses from Ebay, dress from gracewright246 on Depop, shirt from Boohoo, blazer from charity shop-
Now last but, if you ever read any of my fashion week reviews (the likelihood of someone actually having read one of them and reading this is incredibly, incredibly slim lol, I wouldn’t read me either) you’ll know, definitely not least, is Gucci because Alessandro Michele comes through every!! single!! time!!
The man is truly the king of quirky throwback maximalism and it hurts my heart that a lot of people seem to think of it only as a brand associated with ostentatious displays of wealth. Year after year since Michele was made creative director he has released purposeful, fully-fleshed out collections which unravel themselves to us on the runway like time capsules containing the belongings of the rich and whimsical and yes that can sometimes result in outfits which are *ahem* a bit mismatched but it doesn’t matter because through fashion he manages to take us to a vivid version of the past where people could dress as freely and lavishly as they wanted to, into the wardrobe of a person unaffected by the side-eyeing of others. You get the impression he doesn’t design so much as plays around with some kind of enchanted dress up box and takes inspiration from there and to give that impression is only a credit to his talent-to make outfits so kooky and extravagant look like they were meant to be takes a boldness and genuine love for clothes that I do tend to feel a lot of the big name designers have lost in the pursuit of profit and the necessary placating of the dying customer base that keeps that coming in. Of course I'm not for a second saying Gucci does not care about profit, but at the very least, they have on board a creative director who genuinely has fun with what they’re putting out there and wants to make a statement too and that really shows; you can rest on your laurels and sell tweed boucle jackets to rich old white women for eternity but nobody’s going to mention your brand name and the word groundbreaking in the same sentence ever again unless they’re talking about what it was a century ago, you know (mentioning no names...unless...did I hear someone say Chanel)? That feels like such a shady way to end, lol, but I’m sure said brand will survive-to be fair, they’ve been included in every other What I’d Wear to Sit Front Row At video I’ve seen so although I’m always slagging them off for doing the saaaaame thinggggg year after year, for that same reason their aesthetic is instantly recognisable and so will always be a source of imitation. There are obviously pros and cons to being a brand which constantly reinvents itself but I think it’s totally possible to do that whilst maintaining an overall mission, and Alessandro Michele’s work at Gucci demonstrates that with ease.
Anyway, if you got to here, thanks for reading! I know I’m super behind on this whole TikTok trend and I know a Tumblr post instead of a video is a bit of a cop out but all the real, physically awkward ones out there know that watching yourself back is excruciating lmao, so I hope this does the trick. After this, I’m gonna get back to the reviewing S/S21 collections post though knowing me I’ll probs take a few days to get back into that because I feel like since I left full-time education (RIP me going back in a few months) writing continuously like this for any longer than about 15 mins fries what brain cells I have left. Again, thank you for reading and if you are, sending many good vibes your way! Stay safe!
Lauren x
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it’s nothing funny just to talk (p.2)
What happens when you text that random number graffitied on a bathroom stall in your favorite bar? Jo Wilson is about to find out.
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In which Bar Princess and Doctor Evil Spawn meet via text.
Saturday 12:09 PM
you know what might be worse than pyramid schemes?
bridal showers
this is horrendous
Same woman you were drinking in solidarity to?
obviously, I have like four friends
I thought teachers were like outgoing and bubbly?
oh hell no, socializing is not my cup of tea
one of the other bridesmaids just asked who i was texting so I told her jack the ripper
Oh you couldn’t even give me a good one
i’m gonna pretend you didn’t say that
My day off and the weekend finally coincide, which means I’m not leaving my couch all day.
I wish I were you this shower is gonna kill me
teachers on the weekend are a fun sight to see
You’re not partaking this time?
no i’m DD
it’s for the best, I did throw up on my shoes last weekend
How crazy is a bridal shower that you need a DD?
there’s a mimosa bar and they’re already playing never have I ever
the mother of the groom is starting something with the mother of the bride
I gotta deal with this
Saturday 3:11 PM
I deserve bottle of wine for all of the shit I dealt with today
I never wanna be a maid of honor ever again
Maybe we should rename you Maid of Dishonor?
wooooooow
I throw up on my shoes ONE TIME
How’d the battle of the mothers go?
oh it was horrendous
groom is from a rich family and bride grew up on a farm… you know how it goes
Doesn’t sound fun. Glad you made it out.
barely
how’s your day off going
Amazing. I get to watch baseball and sit on the couch with a bag of chips and a beer. I’m living the dream.
I envy you
they’re making us go out again
Do you get to drink during this escapade?
yes thank god
manhattan or moscow mule?
A whiskey drinker? You might be the perfect woman.
don’t try to butter me up, i’ve never even met you in person
We can change that.
Saturday 6:14 PM
Do you think birds have dreams?
I thought I was supposed to get drunk
You were talking too long. And I’m not drunk.
I can’t think of another reason why you’d ask me about bird dreams
You’re a teacher. I was curios.
i’m not a bird specialist
personally I do not think that birds can dream
I’m telling them you said that.
the birds?
Yes. They deserve to know the truth.
have you just been sitting on the couch drinking beer all day?
did you even eat
Yeah I had pizza for lunch
what about dinner?
It’s not dinner time yet.
dude it’s 6
Oh shit really?
Hahaha that explains it
psh and you said I was bad when I was drunk
you’re freaking Snow White
Is this ebcause I asked about the birds
yes it is
I gotta go, Maggie says i’m not netting the quota for fun
Maggie sounds like a buzzkill
she’s the assistant principal, i’m scared she’ll fire me if I don’t listen
jk… kinda
Saturday 12:32 AM
Incoming Voice Call
“Jo! Put the phone down! You should not be calling anyone right now!”
“Hello?”
“Doctor Evil Spawn! I’m so glad you picked up.”
“Are you drunk now?”
“Noooo….. maybe. I just wanted to say hi.”
“Hi princess.”
“Your voice is nice. It’s a good voice, it’s sexy and I like it.”
“You’re kinda crazy, you know that?”
“Josephine Wilson! Give me the phone!”
“Woah who full named you? They sound angry.”
“That’s Maggie, she’s trying to get me to go home. I can’t go home Maggie, I’m talking to a hot doctor! And he has a sexy voice!”
“You’ve never even seen me, you don’t know if I’m hot.”
“I’m judging off your sexy voice and what few characteristics I know about you. I’d be shocked if you weren’t hot.”
“You have too much faith in me.”
“I have to go, Maggie is dragging me out of the bar. Byeeee hot doctor!”
“Goodnight princess, don’t throw up on your shoes this time.”
Sunday 9:58 AM
How’re your shoes looking?
Sunday 11:22 AM
You’re still dead? I mean you did call me half past midnight… but I thought you’d be up by now.
Sunday 1:46 PM
Are you embarrassed because of what you said on the phone? Frankly I found it endearing.
Sunday 3:18 PM
As a doctor, I’m advising you to drink more fluids and get food in your system. Maybe a banana. It’ll make you feel less shitty, trust me.
Sunday 6:17 PM
Hope you’re not dead in a ditch somewhere.
Monday 7:23 AM
oh my god I am so sorry
I dropped my phone in Maggie’s car and I just got it back
wait you were worried about me weren’t you
Well you fell off the face of the earth… so yeah.
awwww well it’s nice to know that someone would notice if I was kidnapped and murdered
Didn’t you say I was the one that would kidnap and murder you?
yes but i’m having a change of heart
Is it because of my sexy voice?
I was kinda hoping I didn’t say that out loud
whoops
I told you I found it endearing.
flattery will get you everywhere
gotta go, class is lining up and they’re already screaming
I’ll pray for you.
Monday 8:08 PM
dude the thai place on 7th across from old navy?
amazing
i’m in heaven
Oh so we’ve reached the stage of giving each other food recommendations?
obviously
this is a serious relationship
Chinese place across from Joe’s Bar has the best egg rolls. Perfect drunchies.
i’ve never been to joe’s
I live right around the corner from there
So we’re neighbors then? I’m off of Fullerton.
I guess we are
that’s exciting, i bet i’ve seen you at the grocery store
Bold of you to assume I make it to the grocery store.
honestly same
I usually guilt steph or izzie into it
You’re the chaotic good of the group aren’t you?
obviously
I keep things balanced
what’re you doing?
On a break, almost done for the night. I have to round on post ops and then I’m done.
nice!!! did you get anything fun today?
Not really just surgeries I could do in my sleep.
typical monday’s
I have to go, we have a field trip tomorrow and i’m not emotionally prepared
Oof. Have fun, don’t die.
who the hell ends texts like that?
A doctor. Obviously. Night princess.
goodnight Snow White
Tuesday 12:18 PM
whoever decided to bring 42 fourth graders to the science discovery museum should be fired
Isn’t that you?
maybe
maybe not
It was totally you. How about a deal?
deal with an internet stranger?
fine but if I die i’m gonna be pissed
How about I drop off a bottle of wine on your porch on my way to work? I work the night shift again.
hmmmm I don’t think i’m supposed to give my address to strangers
but i’m pretty sure if you were going to kill me you would’ve done it by now
See you’re getting the hang of it.
okay i’ll give you my address
but if there’s a bomb we’re going to have words
If there’s a bomb you’ll be dead.
Tuesday 4:54 PM
red wine AND egg rolls?
if I didn’t know better i’d think you’re trying to woo me
I think I need to meet you before we can say that.
thank you!!!
my roomies are teasing me about taking wine from a stranger
You’re welcome. And I’m not a stranger. I know your name and where you live.
aaaaand way to make things creepy
BTW your blonde roommate was checking out my ass.
hahahahaha that’s izzie for you
she has a boyfriend don’t worry
I wasn’t too concerned about her, just thought you might want to beat her up or something.
intentionally trying to start a cat fight? classy
she says you’re “super dreamy” so that’s a plus
Glad to know I passed the checkpoint. Does this mean I get to meet you now?
maybe maybe not
we have learned one good thing though
And what’s that?
even if you are a serial killer, you have a good taste in wine and your attractive
i’ll die happy
Tuesday 7:32 AM
If I never work another overnight again it’ll be too soon.
yeah you’ve been working a lot of those
wtf is up with that
I lost a bet with Arizona.
oof that doesn’t sound fun
at least I have nice stable working hours
summers off
i’m living the dream
Why do you do that?
do what?
Send forty texts. There’s a button to put in a period and start a new sentence. In the same text.
you really do text like a 60 year old
I’m sophisticated, obviously.
I know we’ve never met but I need a favor
Oof. After I dropped off wine for you?
the favor includes free food and alcohol
I’m listening…
that wedding i’m in is next weekend
and I don’t have a date :-)
I wish I could, I’m going out of town.
booooo
it’s okay, after i’m done being a brides bitch my weekend will open up
i’ll also be done with school for year
So I can take you out on a proper date? Instead of texting you all day?
you do realize that you’re texting a girl who found your number at 11 pm while shit faced in a bar right
That’s always how I pictured meeting the woman of my dreams.
oh shut up
I suppose i’ll go on a date with you, man I know nothing about
I’m Alex, I’m 27 and I don’t think pineapple belongs on pizza
deal breaker sorry
pineapple + pizza = deliciousness
Well at least you know more about me.
that I do
jo, 25, who’s favorite color is purple and eats cinnamon toast for breakfast everyday, has to go educate the tiny humans
talk to you later old man
Oh come on you’re two years younger!
Tuesday 1:26 PM
have you ever had to hot glue rhinestones to candle votives
because I am
and I hate it
WTF is a votive?
those tiny little glass things you put a candle into
Oh. Why are you bedazzling them?
wedding prep
today is a half day so bridezilla has us crafting for her
Are all of you brides bitches teachers?
yes
it’s hell
you try to talk about your class and all you hear about is peonies and roses and baby’s breath
I’m glad I’m a dude then.
ha! you better be
oh my god, she’s gone psycho
if I don’t text she took my phone
Don’t die, I’m looking forward to our date.
Tuesday 7:17 PM
RIP Jo, Avid Cinnamon Toast Eater
Killed by Her Insane Bride Friend
I made it out!!!!
barely
Nice, I’ve heard a rabid bridezilla is hard to escape.
it was the worst
but she let me go when I told her I had to finish putting in grades for the year
(I finished last night)
I for one am proud of you. That’s badass.
lol i’ll keep that in mind
thursday is our last day before freedom
I think I might get shit faced as soon as I leave work
I support it wholeheartedly.
good because you’ll probably get more bar princess texts
Or if I’m lucky a phone call where you call me sexy again.
hey hey I didn’t call you sexy
I called your voice sexy
there’s a difference
Oh sorry, I don’t know how I overlooked that.
mhm sure
tomorrow is crazy hair day
Does this mean I get to see a picture of you? Because I’m definitely interested in seeing what you do with this spirit day thing.
i’ll save it for when we meet
I’m determined not to see you until our date
Suit yourself. Gotta go remove stitches.
oooohh how exhilarating!!
Wednesday 9:42 AM
How goes the crazy hair?
oh just dandy
half my hair is pink
You seem like the type to be able to pull of pink hair. Plus it’s pretty rad.
you’re too kind
I bribed the kids with cookies and a movie
i’m totally winning today
I just took out an appendix, I think I win.
just saying I don’t think that our jobs are comparable
but taking out an appendix sounds cool
Not as cool as cookies though.
I have a bunch left over
should I drop them on your doorstep?
Only if you want to. I wouldn’t say no to a good cookie. I’m here till 5.
i’ll stop by after work!!
we have another half day
Sweet. I’m glad you’re the one that found my number.
Wednesday 12:56 PM
Dude. George says you look like an adorable preschooler.
I FORGOT I HAD MY HAIR LIKE THIS
he was very understanding
Rave reviews on your “kindness and beautiful eyes”
oh my god
I have to die now
He might’ve mentioned your ass too. I’m painting a beautiful mental picture.
oh lord
brb gotta wash out this stupid hair dye
maybe bang my head against the shower wall
Oooh tell me more. I love a dirty shower fantasy.
oh booo
you’re not even trying anymore
Wednesday 5:55 PM
remember the titans is on tv
and it’s really good
in case you didn’t know
That movie is 20 years old, of course I know it’s good.
well clearly I didn’t
i didn’t have cable growing up
Oh neither did I, I just stole it from the neighbors.
that’s pretty bad ass for a kid
Had to keep my siblings entertained. You know how it is.
nope i’m an only child
That sounds like a dream. I have two younger siblings and they’re both a pain in the ass.
if you knew the half of it you’d be begging to trade places with me
I’m looking forward to hearing all of it.
Thursday 11:53 AM
FREEDOM!!!!!!
I AM FREE!!!!
HALLELUJAH!!!!!
I’m assuming school is out?
Y E S
$20 says I can sneak out of here without bridezilla roping me into a stupid arts and crafts project
I hope so, I’m enjoying talking to you today.
aren’t you at work??
Nope. Today is my day off.
and you’re not watching baseball and drinking beer?
It’s not even noon yet.
time is an illusion
it’s shots o clock somewhere or whatever they say
I’m now learning that the only cultural education you have is the Backstreet Boys. I think our second date will have to be a movie marathon.
already planning our second date?
ambitious
I like it
My conversation is fairly limited if I can’t drop a pop culture reference or two during the day.
I can see your points and i’m willing to sit myself down and watch the classics
okay gotta sneak past bridezilla… wish me luck
Good luck
Thursday 4:35 PM
Pork shoulder, corn, and potatoes all on the grill.
i’m jealous
I can’t cook to save my life
thank god we’re going out tonight
To celebrate finally breaking free for the summer?
exactly!! steph and izzie decided we needed to go to a club after dinner
i’ve never been to one before
Overpriced drinks and random guys grinding up on you all night. Not the best experience.
oh so random guys grind on you when you go out?
Shut up.
hahahaha
I’ve never even been to a club before. Not my scene. I just live with women so I know these things.
well i’ll update you on the happenings
let you know if I have to pay $20 for a drink
who’s grinding on my ass
you know normal everyday things
Woah woah woah.
what??
are you jealous??
I’m just saying if you’re gonna be shaking your ass, you might as well get random guys to buy you overpriced drinks.
you’re making some very good points
Of course I am. By the way, George wants me to tell you that you have a very shakeable ass so you should be taking in free drinks.
great I have to go die again
brb gonna drOWN MYSELF IN THE SHOWER
Thursday 10:38 PM
good news
i’ve secured three free drinks and a round of shots for all six of us
this ass is making money baby
I’ve created a monster. Who else is there?
steph, izzie, april, maggie, and levi
You brought the whole staff out didn’t you?
yes and I’m quite skilled at getting them drunk
You’re three drinks in and still texting correctly?
I think I danced it all off
need more fireball
And that’s another thing. Who willingly shoots Fireball?
me bitch
Ohh I love it when you call me names.
mmm i’m sure you do
okay i’m gonna go get more drinks
wish me luck
Good luck, I’m sure your ass will take in more than enough.
Thursday 11:57 PM
Incoming Voice Call
“Helloo?”
“Hi, it’s me.”
“I can afford caller ID, I knew it was you.”
“Were you sleeping?”
“No, I was about to head upstairs but I’m not tired.”
“Oh good. I just got home.”
“You sound tired. Did you have fun?”
“It was nice, Steph went home with some guy she met and Izzie went to her boyfriends so I’m home alone.”
“So you decided to call me?”
“I missed your voice, I told you that you have a nice voice.”
“You said that I have a sexy voice.”
“Oh shut up. I wanted to call before I went to sleep.”
“You’ve grown fond of me haven't you?”
“If you’re gonna say it like a weirdo then yes… I have grown fond of you, Snow White.”
“I guess I can say the same about you Bar Princess. Are you yawning over there?”
“Just a little bit, but I like talking to you.”
“It’s midnight, I wouldn’t blame you for falling asleep.”
“I don’t wanna fall asleep, I wanna keep talking to you.”
“How about I tell you the story of the time I was bridesman and I had to go to a bachelorette party?”
“Okay I’m listening…”
Friday 10:15 AM
I feel like a teenager
who the hell falls asleep on the phone
i’m in a bad rom com aren't I
Your snoring is really cute.
oh christ
well at least I didn’t take body shots off a male stripper
I was really hoping you’d be asleep before I got to that part.
oh nooo I remember that very clearly
i’ll be filing that away for blackmail
Rude. I guess I’ll save your snoring in that file too.
touché, I like the way you play the game
I’m an experienced player. Gotta go scrub in on a fundoplication.
have fun!!!
Friday 2:41 PM
I got bored and googled a fundoplication
that’s some crazy stuff, you’re kind of a badass
Easy peasy, all in a day's work.
nooo that’s amazing stuff!!
i’m in my classroom scraping gum and glitter off of the desks
Well you’re the reason people become doctors so I'd say you’re pretty important too.
awww you’re still trying to impress me
it’s a good look on you
I’m trying to be a gentleman. Maybe I’ll bring up your puke shoes just to be an asshole.
you know what even the mention of that can’t bring down my good mood
do you think I could get in trouble for drinking wine in my classroom?
Well there’s no kids around so… no. But I like the rebellious attitude you have towards the situation.
if i’m gonna sit in a classroom with no AC and scrape boogers off desks all day then I deserve some damn wine
You’re right and you should say it.
I DESERVE MY WINE I EARNED IT
oh shit maggie is outside i’m so fired
Hey you got her free shots last night, she should be thankful.
you know what you’re right
oh shit it’s bridezilla
Run.
whew
forgot we have our final dress fitting tomorrow
i’m not dead yet
Oh good. I kinda don’t want the first time I see you to be your funeral.
hahaha very funny
gotta go, we have to do this stupid year end meeting
I hate it here
Have fun, and remember don’t stab yourself with a pen!
Saturday 8:13 AM
WHAT A BEAUTIFUL MORNING
I wanna die
bridezilla is making us jog
and she took away my donuts
Saturday 9:53 AM
Jesus Christ. You need new friends.
honestly she’s not that bad when she’s not stressing over this wedding
she’s crying because she has a pimple
Oof that’s a tough run. Unfortunately, I have to spend the day out on a boat.
boohoo I don’t not feel bad for you
unless like… you have some childhood trauma from a boat
Nope. I get to relax and drink beer all day long.
yeah well then screw you
I have to try my stupid dress on and go to a stupid lunch and I CAN’T EVEN HAVE DONUTS
Aren’t you at home?
yes, steph invited everyone here since we have the space
why?
Check your porch.
YOU BROUGHT ME DONUTS?!
you’re my favorite
thank you thank you thank you
You’re welcome, I’m happy to be of service.
ohhhh I might just kiss you when we finally meet
I wouldn’t say no to that.
okay I gotta go hide in the closet and eat my donuts
thank you for thinking of me!!
It’s all I ever do.
Saturday 2:16 PM
How goes the dress trying on?
it was good!! mine fits and we have a beautiful bride on our hands
Good. I’m glad your day is getting better. I think I’m getting a sunburn.
you better not
that shit is dangerous
go find sunscreen
Now you’re concerned about me huh?
always
did you put the sunscreen on
Yes because I knew you’d spontaneously implode if I didn’t.
good
I didn’t want to you to burst into flames sitting in the sun
As a doctor, I can tell you that most likely would not be what happened.
now we have to sit through a boring ass lunch
it’s what the mother of the groom insists on
Is she paying for it though?
…. yes
Well then stop complaining.
okay okay fine
hey quick question
which fork do i stab myself with
Go order a steak and drink an expensive glass of wine.
Saturday 10:39 PM
Incoming Voice Call
“Well well well, how the tables have turned.”
“Bar Priiiiiincessss.”
“Oh my god. This is so going in the blackmail file.”
“No don’t do that. If Jo finds out I was singing to another girl she’ll be mad.”
“And why don’t you want Jo to be mad at you?”
“Because I want to kiss her. And hug her. And see her face.”
“Well do I have a surprise for you.”
“Oh I love surprises!”
“Jo and Bar Princess are the same person. I’m Jo.”
“Holy crap! NO way!”
“Yes way, isn’t that crazy?”
“Can you tell Jo that she’s the nicest person I’ve ever met.”
“I will relay the message. Jo is going to bed now though. Goodnight Alex.”
“Good night Bar Princess, I miss you!”
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Ember, I know this was you. I’m doing it, but that’s 93 questions you’re asking for so they’re going under a cut.
1. Talk about your first love.
There have been a lot of those, so let me talk about the first one I really remember. I was in eighth grade, at the time, and she wasn’t exactly a great person looking back but she was cool and confident and she liked me, and she called me her best friend, and probably the best school-related memory I’ve ever had was her tackle-hugging me from across a classroom. I didn’t even realize I liked girls until she’d pretty much left my life completely. Maybe I’m looking at it through rose-tinted glasses now, but I think that’s okay, sometimes.
2. What’s the most beautiful songs you’ve ever heard in your opinion?
Most of my favorite songs are Owl City, especially the older stuff. It has a soft, dreamlike vibe to it that I find really pretty even when it’s depressing.
3. How’s your heart feeling right now?
Pretty good, I think?
4. What kind of self care is your favorite to do?
The fun stuff. Bath bombs, makeup, fancy shampoo. Retail therapy actually works pretty well for me, even if a lot of the time I don’t even buy anything.
5. What’s your skincare routine?
Um... Shower?
6. How did you get to be so beautiful?
Natural talent and carefully learned confidence.
7. Do you have any stuffed animals?
Oh, do I. I have like, seventy Webkinz, and that’s without getting into anything else. You could say I collect plushes, even if I don’t do it as actively now. I have a couple of Eevee plushes, too - I’d say I want to own all of them one day, but I’m like, 95% sure that’s not possible.
8. Best trip you’ve ever been on?
Once, we went to Prince Edward Island for a week, and my mom surprised me by meeting up with my best friend’s family, who happened to have gotten a room at our hotel for one night. I think that probably wins.
9. Favorite thing about your room?
That it’s starting to look like it belongs to me, even if I want to move somewhere else.
10. Opinion on love?
It takes work, but it’s worth it.
11. Are you affectionate?
Around people I’m comfortable with, definitely.
12. Who do you look up to?
The people who have enough confidence to be unapologetically be themselves.
13. Favorite poet?
Robert Frost. When I was eleven, I found a book of his poems, and I loved that book so much I didn’t pay any attention in English class at all.
14. Song that makes you happy? How about one that calms you down when you’re in a bad place?
There’s a lot of songs that make me happy. Hard to go wrong with the Pokemon theme, though. As for things that calm me down... It’s Alright by Mother Mother and Misguided Ghosts by Paramore have both got me through a lot.
15. Do you play an instrument?
No. I was supposed to learn piano in seventh grade, but I couldn’t read the sheet music so they never let me play, and I tried to learn guitar multiple times but it never stuck for the same reason.
16. Do you do art? Using what (pencil, watercolor, etc)?
I paint, though not as often as I’d like to! Using acrylics, usually, but watercolors sometimes.
17. Do you dance? What style of dance?
I took ballet as a child, til they kicked me out of class, and I still enjoy dancing but I don’t remember any of what I learned.
18. What’s your zodiac sign? Do you believe in astrology?
Gemini. I think it might have some kind of truth behind it, but I’m not really one of those all-or-nothing people. It’s just for fun, you know?
19. Favorite old film?
I don’t watch a lot of them. Does The Aristocats count?
20. What’s your hairstyle?
It’s long and wavy. I’m getting blue highlights soon.
21. What weather is the most beautiful, in your opinion?
Light rain. The kind that dries off before you get inside, when the sky is perfectly clear, but it starts falling anyway and it stops just as quickly.
22. What upsets you most about the world?
That however hard we try to fix it, we’re unlikely to get very far.
23. Are you in love right now?
Yes. At least, I think so.
24. Do you have a crush? If so, talk about them!
I have a girlfriend. Is that the same thing? She’s cute and funny and she thinks the same things about me for some reason, and she knows exactly how much of a disaster I can be and hasn’t run away yet.
25. Do you have pets? Talk about something sweet about them!
I have a cat, Little Prince. His sister died about a month ago, and she was the one who usually kept me company (total lap-cat), but ever since he’s usually either close to where I am or comes when I call him over.
26. Do you have a lucky number?
Any multiple of seven, but especially fourteen. They’re my favorite numbers for the same reason.
27. Have you ever wished on a star? What about on a fallen eyelash?
I try to wish on stars, when I see them. Eyelashes I’m usually more annoyed about than anything.
28. Do you believe emoji spells to work?
I think anything has the potential to work, given the right amount of effort and intent. That said, I don’t think you’re going to accomplish anything drastic.
29. Do you believe in magic in general?
Oh, definitely. Just look at the world we live in. How can you not believe in magic when it’s all around you? The night sky without air pollution, the sunlight dancing on the water, candy cane white hot chocolate - it’s everywhere, in everything.
30. What’s the most beautiful thing in life, In your opinion?
Everything. There’s something beautiful in everything, if you look for it. Today, let’s say the feeling of sliding around on a hardwood floor in fluffy socks, dancing along to one of your favorite songs.
31. Opinion on the color pink? What about baby blue?
As a kid, I hated pink. I like it now, though. Blue is my color, light blue especially (particularly with star patterns), so I’ve always liked it.
32. What instrumental sound is your favorite?
Am I alloawed to say wind chimes? I’ve always thought they sounded super pretty.
33. Do you like the sound of wind? What about the sound of rain?
I love them both.
34.Who makes you happy?
My friends. All of them, in different ways, the people who are still in my life for various reasons. I love them.
35. What makes you happy?
Light rain, strong wind, good music. My cat’s soft meow when I wake him up by accident. White peppermint hot chocolate. Fall colors, string lights, Halloween and winter holidays. Ice and snow and skating, dressing up for no apparent reason. The trick to it all is finding new things every day.
36. Imagine your ideal life, the life you wish to make, what will that look like?
A house big enough for a family. A degree of some kind hanging on the wall. A life where I’m making things because that’s what I love, and I can try new things just for fun, where I don’t have to worry about money so much. The chance to get married someday, maybe.
37. Do you wear makeup? If so what’s your favorite type of makeup or specific makeup product? Favorite store to buy makeup?
I do! Unless someone else is doing it for me, I generally keep to lipstick and eyeshadow. I’ve never been especially picky about what brands I use, but I usually go to Nyx because it’s on my usual route when I go on shopping trips, and I’m kind of attached now. Plus, nowhere else I’ve been in person has as many bold colours.
38. Do you wear dresses? If so what’s your favorite dress you own?
I like wearing dresses. My favorite that I still have is a longer black dress, and it’s in serious need of either repair of retirement, but I got it for $20 as a cosplay outfit last year and it served its purpose. I wear it around still, sometimes, because it’s generally an easy fix.
39. Ever been heartbroken? How do you deal with it?
Yeah, a few times. I vent to my friends, usually, and then I eat ice cream and listen to gnash for a while and eventually I start to feel better.
40. Who’s your closest friend? What do you love about them?
41. Introvert or extrovert?
Kinda both? It’s complicated.
42. Do you like MBTI? What’s your MBTI?
Is that... Fuck, is that the one with the letters? I think I got ENFP last time, and when I was younger it was INFP.
43. Would you be a fairy, a mermaid, a vampire, a siren, a or an angel?
I’ve had people tell me I have ‘fae vibes’ before, so let’s go with that and hope it’s not offensive.
44. What’s the best song a friend has ever introduced to you?
I don’t remember enough of them to feel good about picking one. I basically only listen to music I’m recommended now.
45. Parlez-vous français?
A little, by virtue of being Canadian and having driven through Quebec. Not enough to carry on a conversation.
46. Most beautiful place you’ve been to?
Prince Edward Island, hands down. It’s gorgeous.
47. Where/when do you truly feel at home?
When there’s a light breeze, and the perfect song is playing, and the people I love are there. When we’re laughing with each other.
48. Does smiling put you in a better mood? Try it right now, you’re smile is gorgeous!
I don’t think it does, honestly? But it does tend to happen when I’m happy.
49. Favorite shoe you own?
These ankle boots I got secondhand that have little metal stars on them. I’m gonna be so upset when they finally wear out and I need new ones.
50. Can you walk in stilettos? Do you like them?
God, no, I’ve tried. Any heel that’s too sharp or pointy or tall is a major problem for me. It’s part of what makes finding shoes such a pain.
51. Do you feel loved?
Not always, but yeah. When I remember, or when I ask, or when I’m reminded.
52. How do you express love to those you care about?
I try to tell them, but I’m also the type to engage in constant teasing. I’m the friend that punches you in the arm as a show of affection.
53. Favorite term(s) of endearment?
The more creative ones. The basics don’t do much for me, honestly, but it’s more about the person saying them anyway.
54. Most romantic thing someone’s ever done for you?
Make me feel like I don’t have to try so hard to feel like myself.
55. When is the happiest you’ve ever been?
Walking the downtown city streets in winter. It was cold, sure, but it was gorgeous and I finally felt independent for a while.
56. Are you happy right now?
Yeah, I’d say so.
57. What makes you smile?
Bad jokes, among other things.
58. Do you laugh a lot?
Yeah. A lot more than I used to.
59. What’s your favorite kind of aesthetic?
Punk/scenecore. They’ve really influenced my more recent style choices.
60. Do you want to marry for love or for some other reason (like money)?
Love, definitely.
61. What would your dream wedding look like? Do you want to get married?
With someone I love, and the other people I love there too. Somewhere beautiful. I think I do, someday, but it’s not something I’m so worried about.
62. Favorite flower?
Roses. Blue Moon Hybrid Tea Roses, in particular, are especially pretty.
63. Favorite artist?
I don’t really have one. I do enjoy looking at art, though.
64. Favorite music artist?
Owl City.
65. How kind do you think you are? Is kindness important to you?
I don’t know. People seem to think I’m kinder than I believe I am. It’s important to me, yeah, to try and help people and to do nice things.
66. Ever made a playlist for someone?
A few times. They were never anything special, as far as I’m concerned.
67. Do you have anything you do to physically comfort you when your sad? Such as a favorite blanket? Or a relaxing bath?
Long, warm baths and cuddling with my cat. Warm blankets and stories with happy endings.
68. Early bird or night owl?
Night owl. I’m a night person.
69. Morning routine?
Wake up, do nothing for a while, actually get out of bed and figure out breakfast. While that’s going on, try and figure out if anything important is happening today.
70. Night routine?
Get comfortable, then write or daydream til I fall asleep.
71. What is the most lovely quality a person could have in your opinion?
Self-confidence and a willingness to help others.
72. Do you cry often? Does crying help you get the emotions out? Do you feel better after?
I tend to hold back my feelings til they all fall out. So I end up crying at least twice a month, usually. It helps, yeah.
73. Do you like hugs?
From people I feel comfortable with.
74. When was the last time you kissed someone?
On the lips? Never.
75. Are you small or tall?
Small. I’m 5′0.
76. Do you like wholesome memes?
Yes. They’re cute.
79. Have you ever lived in a different country than you currently live in?
Nope. I’ve never lived outside this city, only been on trips.
80. Do you like plane flights? Airports?
I’ve only flown once, and I was two, so I don’t remember it very well.
82. The beach or a forest?
Sand or bugs? Depends on the day. Today, though, forest.
83. What time of day do you tend to be in the best mood?
Evening, usually.
84. Do you push yourself to act together and in a good mood even when you aren’t?
Yeah, when I’m stressed.
85. Favorite kind of tree?
Either maple or pine. I’m Canadian, what can I say?
86. Do you care about the health of the Earth?
Yes, but there’s only so much one person can do.
87. What did you like most about your childhood, if anything?
Field trips. Adulthood is sorely lacking in field trips.
88. Do you read a lot? What’s your favorite book?
I used to. These days I still read, but it’s mostly fanfiction. My favorite books, though, are Tamora Pierce’s Emelan series and the first two books of Kenneth Oppel’s Silverwing trilogy.
89. What are you most nostalgic for at the moment?
Trick-or-treating.
90. What’s your favorite personality trait you have?
I try to let the people I love know that I love them.
91. List at least ONE thing you love about your appearance.
I have pretty great hair.
93. Do you worry a lot?
Constantly.
94. The dazzling lights of the city or the relaxing countryside?
The city. The countryside’s nice, but the streetlights and the city skyline are what make me feel at home.
95. Ever changed the shoelaces on one of your shoes? For what reason?
I actually don’t know how to tie laces, so no. I’ve never been able to pick it up. I might get someone sense to, if I could find cool enough laces.
97. Do you like doing little acts of kindness?
Yeah. It feels good to make people happy, you know?
98. How’s your day/night going?
Pretty good! I did just spend over an hour on this, but I finished it, so that’s an accomplishment of its own.
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Are we alike? So True or False, Yes or No. Explain if you'd like.
You are 16 years old.
16+6.
You are a junior in high school.
Graduating college senior.
Math and Science aren't your best subjects.
I was definitely more of an arts student. I only did great in math and science when I liked the topics we were learning, but otherwise I never felt like exerting as much effort for them as I did for classes like history.
Your dog is really little.
He’s medium-sized. He’s a really weird size actually hahaha and I guess it’s because he’s mixed. He’s too big to be classified as a small dog and too small to be grouped with the larger dogs.
You love being tan.
I mean I obviously don’t go advertising how much I love it, but it’s definitely nothing to complain about.
You think you are pretty for the most part.
I have my days.
You love making other people smile.
Getting people’s approval is always a nice achievement.
You love bracelets or just wearing jewelry in general.
I think jewelry’s pretty but I’m particular about them – I prefer them to be silver and for them to have subtle designs, never explosive as I think that’s a tad bit tacky. Also I prefer necklaces to bracelets.
TLC is one of your favorite channels on TV.
It certainly would be if I still regularly watched television. I know for a fact Gab and I will tune in to TLC when I crash at her place.
You have been in three different countries.
Six, so far.
You have ridden in a plane.
Yeah well I live in an archipelago, so we’re separated from all the countries near us and have had to ride planes to get to them.
You’re learning how to drive a car.
I already did. I’ve had my license for four years.
You have had 3 serious boyfriends.
You believe you can only have 1 true love.
As a demi this is typically how I think, but I like keeping my mind open. I know this is certainly not how it works for a lot of people, and that’s valid.
You have a job.
You have been to Aruba.
No but if anything this reminded me of Friends because this was where Rachel was supposed to have her honeymoon before she ran out of her wedding hah. That contributed absolutely nothing to the conversation but yep.
You love little babies or children :)
Yes, and it increases as I get older. I have to practice for when it’s my turn, lol.
You can't wait to get married one day.
You always try to have a smile on your face.
Not always. I allow myself to be sad or cranky if I want to.
Your emotions change very easily.
Sometimes. It’s not a dominant trait of mine though; I can typically keep my emotions consistent and it’s only volatile if I’m under a lot of pressure or stress.
You cry very easily.
Yep, I’m very sensitive. Earlier today I cried over a girl’s Tiktok about her dog with diabetes and the adjustments that had to be made for him, like how he stopped going down the stairs or sleeps a lot more these days.
You cry a lot.
Yes, because I cry easily.
You have a boyfriend you have been with for a while.
Girlfriend.
You hate when people say 'I love you' too quickly.
Idk, I haven’t had to deal with this.
The hair on your legs grow very quickly.
Not very quickly but yeah it does grow back after a certain amount of time. I shave every one or two weeks.
You always feel like your back needs cracked.
It’s definitely not in the best shape, coupled with the fact that I already have scoliosis to begin with.
You’re still trying to determine what you want to do after high school.
I have career fields in mind but as for exact jobs, no.
You love fashion.
I like keeping up with what’s trending within my age group but I’m not obsessed with fashion at all, like I don’t know the fashion week schedules or who the biggest models are these days, and I still think some fashion trends don’t make sense.
You love shopping for school dance dresses.
You think decorating is very cool.
It’s okay. I wouldn’t do it myself but I have friends who are great at decorating, like Laurice, and I think it’s a good and a pretty cool skill to have.
You always seem to be cold.
Not always, but I do feel cold more easily than the people I know. I’m always the first one to grab a jacket, a blanket, or to move further away from the AC. Still, I prefer being cold than hot.
You love hot weather.
Oh my god fuck no. 22 years of living in a tropical country and I’ve had just about enough of the sun which is all we get all year round. I can’t wait to live somewhere with a lot of rain and with snow.
You have tanned in a tanning bed.
I don’t have to; plus aren’t those really unhealthy to stay in?
You aren't a very good cook.
I can’t even call myself a cook.
You aren't an independent person.
Hah, no sir. I find comfort in doing almost everything with at least one person with me, even if it’s just grabbing a snack or having something photocopied in school. I went to UPTC alone ONCE just to try having dinner all by myself cause everyone seemed to have great experiences of it, but I hated every second of being alone.
You like any type of food, you aren't picky.
The only foods I’ll refuse are fruit and anything with raisins on them, but generally I’m not hard to feed.
Country is your favorite kind of music.
You quit watching American Idol.
I quit when I realized all the wrong people kept winning. If I remember right, the last straw for me was Scotty McCreery over Lauren Alaina.
You like the show 'Big Brother'.
I never did get into it, but everyone did. I used to think something was wrong with me for not enjoying any season of the show, but eventually I stopped caring.
You used to like Jersey Shore.
I was only interested in it because it felt edgy to watch as a 12 year old lmao, but I was never obsessed.
You think tye dye is super cool.
It’s definitely cool and fun to make, but it’s not the first, fifth, or thirtieth thing I’d wear.
You love glitter.
Your nails are almost always painted.
Total opposite.
You have had sex before.
You have a best friend of the opposite sex.
I have close friends, but no best friends. Andrew is the best closest guy friend I have, probs.
You have been stabbed in the back a few times.
You don't trust many people.
Again, quite the opposite. I like to believe everyone deserves trust in the beginning, but I have a rule to cut anyone who breaks that trust out of my life.
You don't have many close friends.
I have a lot of friends but I like keeping my closest circle small.
You’re normally nice to everyone.
Duh?
You like to meet new people.
Egh, it depends on who it is. I can find other people exhausting to talk to from the get-go; or sometimes I’ll find them too different and I just know no friendship is gonna come out of it.
Sometimes you can be pretty shy.
I’ve learned to be a bit more extroverted through the years but I’ve never lost my trademark shyness hahaha.
You don't have any secrets.
This blog is a big glaring secret from everyone I know.
Your boyfriend has supported you through your hardest times.
Girlfriend.
You have a scar from cutting your leg while shaving.
Not right now, but it’s happened a few times.
You think flowers are very pretty.
They’re okay. I’m not crazy about them but I do like giving/receiving bouquets.
You hate nature.
I have no reason to; it’s peaceful and beautiful.
You don't like animals very much.
Love them.
You like to eat meat, any kind.
I wouldn’t try all kinds of meat. Like I wouldn’t eat cats, dogs, or anything that’s critically endangered. But I do tend to be adventurous with meat, much like with any other dish I try.
You have eaten donkey before.
You’re pretty close with your parents.
Like I said in an old survey, we have a buddy-type of relationship. We don’t hate each other but we also wouldn’t have heart-to-heart talks with one another and we’re so not emotionally close.
You are also very close with your sibling(s).
My sister and I also tend to treat each other like friends, ^ just like that. We’re not emotionally close either; when my sister’s cat died last week I could only send her comforting messages on Messenger because we’re not the type to visit each other’s rooms and cry to each other.
You don't mind being around your family.
If there is anything I learned in the last two months, it’s that this exact fact holds true.
You love summer.
Only when there is a trip planned. Otherwise, I don’t enjoy the weather at all.
You don't know how to swim.
There were always a couple of months allotted for swimming PEs in all years in my old school, so I know basic swimming and treading.
You like being a teenager.
It was okay. It certainly got better when I finally fit in somewhere and got invited to teenager stuff.
You thought you were depressed at some point in your life.
I was, throughout my teenage years. These days I’ll occasionally have very low points, but I don’t think it’s severe depression anymore.
You feel like someone is growing apart from you.
No, not at this point in my life.
You like to take walks.
With this climate, I always bitch about walking haha. When school was still ongoing I would typically drive everywhere, no matter how near my destination was.
You aren't very good at buying gifts for people.
I wouldn’t say this. I pride myself on being a good listener and by extension, being a good gift-giver. I’ve often made Gab cry with my gifts.
You love seeing couples in love.
Sure but tbh I’m partial to same-sex couples because I see them a lot less. When I see one in public I always make sure to give them a kind smile.
You love weddings :)
I haven’t been to one since I was 9, but sure.
You are addicted to sweets.
You get scared very easily.
Only at night.
You don't like to be alone.
If I’m doing stuff outside, then yes this is the case. Otherwise I don’t mind having alone time at home.
Many people have asked if you were black, but really you're white.
I’m neither of these.
You could do without the TV.
Have been for a few years now.
You text a lotttt.
Back when everything was normal and I had load on my phone every week, yep. I don’t really need to text anyone these days, though.
You tend to make extra letters on your words.
Only occasionally.
You hate when people use bad grammar.
It only bugs me when I expect them to know better, like if an American is being cocky or racist but still fucks up basic grammar; or if a Filipino wants to act like a know-it-all and obviously has poor command of English, but still forces themselves to speak it when they could very well speak Filipino in this hugely bilingual country lmao.
You have a little bit of chub on you but you aren't fat.
Not really. I only get bloated after I eat but my metabolism is very quick and it disappears relatively quickly.
You are pretty good at rollerblading.
I was never good at it even though I practiced a lot. I generally have bad balance.
You wish you were a good gymnast.
Sure, I feel that this is a very cool skill to have. I remember being fascinated by the gymnasts from Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo and how prettily they spun their ribbons.
You are a competitive cheerleader.
I am not, but it was one of my dreams.
You are very uncoordinated.
I wouldn’t say very. I’m not very physical these days and I can be clumsy, but my hand-eye coordination has stayed sharp all these years from playing table tennis; and I was good at futsal and had good reflexes when we had to play it for PE.
You aren't good at making decisions, but you try your best.
You love God very much :)
This is such a hard pass it deserves a strikethrough.
You love lotion and perfume.
I love the variety that’s available out there, but I don’t splurge.
You wish you could own everything in Victoria's Secret.
You wish you could be a model.
You hate when girls are sluts.
Even the word ‘slut’ isn’t gonna fly by in 2020, much less this entire statement.
You hate when people act dumb on purpose.
Don’t we all?
You don't care what other people think of you.
Depends on who it is. Some opinions will matter, and some won’t.
You love to cuddle.
You wish you could bake.
I wish I can be good at the kitchen in general but tbh I always let my fear of fire and knives take over and I’m always left too scared to learn.
You would like to own a pool.
When I’m richer, sure.
You kind of regret a few things...
You want a little tattoo that no one can see.
I kind of want my tattoos to be personal to me, yes.
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Bee. Key. Sword. Jackalope.
There is a book reviewer writing a review on a computer.
(The book reviewer is a metaphor for a failed librarian who is also a failed writer who writes reviews of other people’s books because they’ve failed at writing one of their own).
(The computer is definitely a dungeon of some sort. Or a black hole).
The reviewer writes reviews of a review-y nature considered good enough for the likes of the depths of tumblr. No one reads them.
(That last bit isn’t a metaphor, but a literal truth).
By that, I mean: The Starless Sea by Erin Morning Star Morgenstern!
Zachary Ezra Rawlins is a grad student studying video games at a perpetually snow-bound university somewhere in Vermont. (Since it’s in Vermont, I figure it’s OK to imagine everyone there has a Bernie Sanders accent). One day during the bleak January term, Zachary is in the library searching for something good to read. He comes across an odd, authorless book in the stacks called Sweet Sorrows.
Quick side note: Morning Star Morgenstern writes that this particular university library in Vermont uses the Dewey Decimal System - since Sweet Sorrows has no author, it’s shelved in the U’s for “Unknown.” It’s strange that a university would use Dewey as most research and academic libraries in the United States utilize Library of Congress. At least, that’s what they taught us in library school. Hey, my MLIS is finally good for something! Anyway, I don’t know if things are done differently in Vermont or what. I do know that Melvil Dewey was a total asshole, though.
Back to The Starless Sea. Sweet Sorrows is a bit of a library mystery: a it’s only ever been scanned into the system once, when it was added to the collection. It has never been checked out. For some reason, the librarians haven’t noticed this and weeded it out of the collection. Anyway, Zachary is drawn to it so he checks it out. Once back in his dorm he starts to read it and is shocked to find that, among some disjointed fairy tales about pirates and tongueless acolytes, is a story recounting, in great detail, like, even down to details concerning his shoelaces, an incident from his own childhood. Something he’s never told anyone about, and had kind of half-forgotten. All laid out in a book that is clearly much, much older than he is.
When Zachary was a kid he found a painted door in an alleyway near his mom’s house. The door was so detailed it almost seemed real. In fact, when he reached out to touch it, the painted door had an actual doorknob. Zachary almost, but ultimately didn’t, open the door. All this is recounted in Sweet Sorrows. Zachary, of course, is freaked out and wants some answers, but the book has no copyright page or publication information in it. However, when Zachary peels off the bar code sticker (my inner librarian winced at that) he finds a clue: three symbols, a bee, a key and a sword.
One Google image search later, Zachary finds a photo of a woman at an annual, literary-themed masquerade party thrown by the Algonquin Hotel. She’s wearing a necklace with, you guessed it, a bee, a key, and a sword. It’s all Zachary has to go with, so he snags a ticket to the upcoming masquerade.
Then things get weird, but in a good way. Zachary is brought into this weird underground library/world/place that is full of stories. It sounds like an introvert’s paradise, full of books and cats and a kitchen that make anything you ask if you just send a note down on the dumbwaiter...but this place isn’t entirely safe. There are people intent on keeping others away from it. In fact, those people have a whole secret society with a headquarters and everything where they hang doorknobs everywhere.
Plus, there’s an ocean made of honey, which sounds super sticky.
I told you, things get weird.
Anyway, Zachary finds himself teaming up with a pink-haired woman called Mirabel, who was born in this underground introvert’s paradise and is determined to protect it. Then there’s the guy whose name may-or-may-not-be Dorian - a gorgeous storyteller to whom Zachary is immediately drawn, but who knows what Dorian’s actual agenda (or name) truly is?
Reading The Starless Sea is like reading a transcript of a memory of a dream you had once that may or may not have been a hallucination from that time you had a 103 degree fever from pneumonia or it could’ve been a memory of a thing you actually did, you have no idea...but all in a good way. Plus a book of strange/relevant fairy tales and myths sprinkled in between. It is definitely a bit confusing at first, but if you stick to it, all the weirdness does eventually coalesce into a cohesive story. It does make sense! Eventually.The Starless Sea is definitely one of those books that would make more sense when read twice, and probably all at once. Not over the course of like, two weeks the way I did. Since I am somehow incapable of reading a 400-or-so-page book in one sitting (how do people manage that, really? I mean, I know I’m a slow reader, but who can read a book that fast?) most of the time reading The Starless Sea I felt like Homer watching Twin Peaks.
Perhaps others might understand the story better the first go around and I just missed something - it wouldn’t surprise me, I am a bit of a moron. No, seriously, for the longest time I thought it was just a coincidence that Joe Hill looked a hell of a lot like Stephen King. It was also quite recently that I realized that Jackalopes weren’t a real thing. Which, I mean, come on, Jackalopes seem like they could be a real thing, right? I’ve lived in and traveled around the American West my whole life and I’ve seen some giant-ass jackrabbits, it definitely seems plausible that there are jackrabbits out there with antlers, namely, Jackalopes, living it up somewhere out in the high desert. That seems possible! I mean, maybe they’re just cousins to your regular old jackrabbit! I mean, have you ever seen a white-tailed jackrabbit?
They’re huge! I mean, I know the Alaskan and Arctic hares are technically larger but those live up North, I’m talking about the giant-ass bunnies I’ve seen around in the Pacific Northwest. They look a little bit like mini kangaroos!
I mean, come on! Look at this black-tailed jackrabbit/mini kangaroo!
So one of those but with antlers seems like something that could be a real thing and it’s not at all dumb to sort-of peripherally believe that they were, indeed, a real thing, they just live in the desert and the desert is the worst and it takes too long to get there...So, OK, Jackalopes are actually a myth and I didn’t figure that out until I was a grown-ass adult. But hey, in fairness to me and my brain, Jackalopes are technically based on a real thing, if you’ve ever seen a rabbit with Shope papilloma virus. So, I mean, I’m not 100% a moron, right? I mean, definitely not a Class-A Moron, maybe like a Class-D or a Class-E Moron...
Where was I before all this?
Oh. Yeah. The Starless Sea. This is still, somehow, technically a book review. Whatever, this blog promises cromulent reviews, not reviews that remain focused and on topic.
Video games play a huge role in the story, as Zachary is a graduate student studying emerging media, focusing on - you guessed it - video games. My knowledge of video games is, er, not great - I used to play with my brother’s old 1989 Game Boy when I was a kid in the early 2000s. All those hours of Tetris really did pay off.
And sometimes I did beat Super Mario Land.
Anyway, the whole novel does have a dreamy, video-game-esque quality to it - there’s a lot of wandering around, acquiring objects, going on quests, that sort of thing. The imagery Morning Star Morgenstern features throughout the book would certainly make a gorgeous, kickass video game, definitely something I’d stand over one of my gamer friend’s shoulders and watch them play. Morning Star Morgenstern is quite good at giving us a whole picture of what the world of the underground library/introvert’s paradise is like - utilizing not just descriptions of what’s there, but descriptions of all the different smells, textures and tastes - plus she manages to do it without making the writing sound clunky or interrupting the flow of the story itself. You can almost feel the stickiness that underground honey sea.
Speaking of which, what would a sea of honey smell like? I don’t imagine it would smell great. Also, sailing a wooden boat on a sea of honey sounds like a nightmare. I mean, you’d spend pretty much all your time cleaning crystallized honey out of the woodwork.
Anyway, if you were a fan of Ms. Morning Star Morgenstern’s previous novel, The Night Circus, it goes without saying that you’ll definitely love The Starless Sea as well.
RECOMMENDED FOR: Fans of The Night Circus, anyone in the mood for a weird, trippy, timey-wimey video-game-esque novel that takes a while to make sense.
NOT RECOMMENDED FOR: Anyone easily confused or looking for a straightforward narrative
RATING: 4/5
RELEASE DATE: November 5, 2019
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Ignite
A neonpunk bumbleby story full of action and romance.
Chapter 1
Looking out of their hotel room, the barely there reflection of a tall, muscular blonde eyed the city. A dusting of snow covered the cold, hard steel of Neo Atlas. A floating empire that was once under the tyrannical thumb of the Schnee family, but now, the pressure has been lifted. The blonde smiled thinking back to the day she heard her childhood friend finally stood up to her father and gave him the icy boot. She was glad her friend-now-queen kept the neon lights that had taken root in the empire.
"Yang," the blonde turned to the voice.
"Yeah, Ruby?"
Ruby smiled up at Yang, she was on her back and her legs kicked restlessly over the edge of the bed, "We're here a day early. And Weiss is too busy to give us the tour. We should explore a bit. It's been for-ev-er since we were on this side of Atlas."
Sitting on the bed, Yang pulled out her phone, the scroll, and hummed. It was early afternoon, the lag of travel hadn't set in, and she was a bit hungry. "Alright, Rubes. Let's head out for a bit. The snow stopped and didn't leave the streets undriveable."
"Yes!" Ruby jumped to her feet and blurred toward the coatrack, pulling on her red cloak. "Plus, didn’t you say the heating do-hickey of your arm is due for a replacement." She grabbed a compact red and black metal case and clipped on the back of her belt.
Chuckling, Yang stood and walked over and pulled on a black leather jacket with a yellow stripe that ran down the arms. She flexed the fingers of her metal prosthetic, little purple lights fading on and off. "Yeah, thanks for the reminder. C'mon, maybe we can find you something nice for Ice Queen's party tomorrow." Yang reached over onto the small tv stand and picked up her wallet, keys, and gold bracelet with the word Ember Celica engraved on it. She slipped it on her left hand and shook her wrist, letting it settle comfortably.
Ruby huffed and lightly slapped Yang's shoulder, "I do have something nice. And before you dis it, no, it is not my beloved cloak, but something I picked up awhile ago." Yang gave a noise before slipping on her aviators and the duo headed down the garage to bring out Yang's bike.
Neo Atlas, a new branding as Weiss put it, was what was needed after the horrid way her father ran the empire. She refused for the Schnee name be tied to inhumane treatment of their Dust miners, disgusting prejudice against the faunus, and insane pricing. Along with her most trusted butler and confidant, Klein, Weiss rebuilt the Schnee name. The neon drenched cities released the collective held breath while under her father, and sighed in relief as the unprecedented young woman made leaps and bounds. With her fair and equal treatment and abolished such strict rules against the faunus, even the faunus' rights group, the White Fang, had to step back from their violent attacks.
The party Weiss would be having was actually a peace treaty she put together with the chieftain of Menagerie, a small island on the border of Neo Atlas's Empire where Jacques Schnee had tried to dump all the faunus. Weiss had worked months after usurping her father on the treaty, it was one of the first things she put together. She had met several times over those months with the chieftain, his wife, and daughter, solidifying the relationship. Despite her young age, Weiss had shown great maturity, a sky's worth of knowledge, and charm that put the three faunus at ease.
After the initial meeting, Weiss had to admit she thoroughly enjoyed Ghira, Kali, and Blake’s company. Going as far as offering part of the Schnee manor as a get away for the Belladonna family for vacation or for just small visits.
“Blake, calm down, you’ll be fine,” Weiss pulled Blake’s hands away from fiddling with the front of the dress, Some of the strings dangled and it would tempt Blake to fiddle with them. Something to give her fidgeting hands something to do.
“I don’t get why I have to wear a dress. I can wear pants. A nice suit to mirror your dress,” the cat faunus pouted. Her ear drooped as she looked up form the floor to a sighing Weiss.
“Would that make you feel more comfortable?” Weiss quirked an eyebrow. Blake nodded, her ears perked up. Weiss let out a huff, smiling, “Alright. But you still need to wear heels, that’s an order from your mother,” The girls laughed as they made sure their outfits were ready for the next night’s party.
The sun fell and rose, the neon lights that made the snow change colors, faded in the pale morning light. Yang stood from bed and stretched, letting out groans as pops echoed in the room. Ruby, from the other full bed, grumbled in her sleep and rolled back over. Yang flopped back on the bed, She pulled out her scroll and went through mail, messages, notifications, then finally, the bounties list. Nothing major had been posted. Their last job netted them close to a million lien, so Yang felt comfortable letting some of the smaller fish go. She looked at the time and counted the hours until the party. Her and Ruby had about eight hours to get ready and get to the Schnee manor. In Weiss’ invite to Yang and Ruby, she told the sisters that Klein would personally pick them up, so Yang didn’t have to drive her motorcycle through town. Yang shuffled down into the pillows, content with a few hours of lounging around until she needed to get herself and Ruby ready.
The party, be the time Ruby and Yang had arrived, was just starting to pick up speed. Yang and Ruby were lead in by Klein; Ruby and Yang had known the man for years, most of their lives, and enjoyed his stories and how he’d switch from one personality to the next at a moment’s notice. The ballroom was filled with faunus and humans, talking, schmoozing, mingling, and all around having a grand time. Yang let out a whistle, “Weiss didn’t skimp on anything, did she?”
Klein chuckled, “Oh no, the young miss spared no expense. This is a momentous night, and something they will be talking about for generations.”
Ruby’s eyes were everywhere. She squealed and latched onto Yang’s left arm, “She did it! She actually did it!” Yang followed where Ruby was furiously pointing and she nodded in approval. Next to one of the biggest ice sculptures she had ever seen, Yang saw what had her sister squealing. A chocolate fountain that rivaled Yang’s height in her best heeled boots.
“I told you she liked you best, Rubes,” Yang teased. Ruby dropped from yang’s arm in a huff and turned away, hiding a blush.
“If you would excuse me, ladies. I must go attend to my other duties. But, as always, a pleasure seeing you two,” Klein smiled and bowed. The sisters waved him off and he disappeared into the crowd.
Ruby and Yang wandered through the crowd until they made it to the food tables and started picking at the finger foods and taking drinks. Ruby, a little more of a light weight compared to Yang, kept to the lighter drinks. Yang was in the middle of ordering a whiskey on the rocks when a hand tapped her shoulder. She turned and saw Weiss, a gentle smile on her face. Yang abandoned the drink and laughed. She got Weiss in a big hug and lifted the Queen of Atlas up. Weiss sounded offended but was soon laughing and held her friend tight. Ruby squealed and bounded over, nearly knocking a waiter off balance. The three enjoyed the group hug before breaking apart.
“I’m glad you two could make it,” Weiss fixed her ponytail a bit, her voice genuine.
“Of course!” Ruby smiled wide, “We wouldn’t miss this for all the lien in the world.”
Yang made a noise, “Maybe for all the lien in the world.”
Weiss held her hand to her chest, “Yang Xiao Long, are you saying my friendship isn’t more precious than all the lien in the world.”
Yang kept up the charade, “I don’t know Weissy, all the lien is alot of money. It’s all the money, actually.” Yang held her poker face for a few more seconds before cracking her giant grin, “Of course not, Weiss. I value our friendship way more.”
“Better,” Weiss finished. “By the way, you two cleaned up nicely. I didn’t think you’d have something like this in your closet.”
Yang looked down at her self and turned a bit, “What this old thing? I love my Hunter outfit. It shows off the best parts of me. Plus this new thing,” Yang showed off her black and yellow prosthetic. Ruby sipped at her drink, waiting for Weiss’s reaction.
“By the Maidens, Yang, what happened!?” The Schnee Screech still as loud as she remembered.
Yang rubbed her ear, waved at the few that looked over at them, “Tone it down, Schnee. It’s not as bad as it looks.”
“Yang,” Weiss’s voice was low, almost deadpan, “You lost an arm. How is it not as bad as it looks?”
The blond shrugged, “Because I could have lost more? I was just a little careless on a hunt and the guy saw an opening.” Yang patted Weiss’s cheek with her right hand. “See? Now, I’m like, ten percent cyborg.”
Ruby nodded along, “Plus it’s got a heating do-hickey that makes it super warm, so it’s really nice during really cold nights.”
“Yang is her own personal heating unit, she didn’t need the extra heat,” Weiss replied.
“It’s still nice,” Ruby countered.
“Plus, needed so the metal and mechanisms don’t freeze on me?” Yang added, reminding them of the actual need of the heating unit.
The two others shrugged. “Oh, Yang, there was actually someone I wanted you to meet. Then Ruby, if you behave yourself, I’ll let you be the first at the chocolate fountain.” Yang looked curious as Ruby was over the shattered moon.
“Weiss,” Yang followed, “where are you taking me?”
She smiled, “I’m about to change your life.”
Yang shrugged, adjusting her gold bracelet, “By all means, Schnee, lead the way.”
Weiss took the sisters through the crowd until she was behind a family of black haired faunus. Weiss smoothed down the front of her blue-white gradient dress before clearing her throat. The mother and daughter’s cat ears flicked toward Weiss, the father looking up at her. “Sorry to interrupt, Ghira, Kali, Blake. I wanted to introduce two of my oldest friends. Yang Xiao Long and Ruby Rose. Sisters and Huntresses. Actually, Kali, Ghira, if you would follow me and Ruby, I can show you where the best stuff is on the buffet, then we can start making the announcement.” The two older faunus nodded and the four left Blake and Yang in the midst of the crowd.
“Blake, that’s a nice name,” Yang gave a half smile. Her violet eyes making a slow trip up and down Blake. The outfit Weiss and her mother settled on for Blake was a long white jacket that hugged her body closely, it was left open, showing off the deep purple vest and black chain necklaces that begged for eyes to hang on them to travel lower to the cleavage that was on display. The three gold buttons lead lower to the sliver of skin that was between the vest bottom and top of the tight black pants, and thigh high, heeled midnight purple boots. A white symbol was on the side of her right thigh, a flower, maybe. Yang’s eyes traveled back up Blake’s body and met her piercing yellow eyes. She briefly noticed the cat ears flick toward her. The blonde turned on the charm to full blast.
Blake tilted her head to the side slightly, her ears flicked back and forth, curiosity clear, “Yang Xiao Long. Where is your family from?”
Yang smirked and held out her hand, “Not important. So, you strike me as someone who has never been satisfied. Always settling.”
Blake squinted, her ears now fully turned to Yang, one twitched. She shifted her weight, “I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about. I think you’re forgetting yourself, Yang.” Blake looked up a bit at Yang. Even in heels, the blonde had a few inches on her.
Yang took Blake’s hand, and lead her toward an open balcony. Cleared of snow, the neon lights of Neo Atlas on full display, blues, pinks, greens, purples, and oranges bleeding all together, painting white snow into the array of color. “I’ve never been satisfied myself. I think that’s why Weiss wanted us to meet. She’s... Protective of me and my sister. She told me about you, in one of her messages. Thank you for being a good friend to her.”
Blake relaxed, she started to see past the messy mask Yang tried to wear. Blake took her eyes off the landscape to look at Yang’s profile. She had a soft look on her face, calm. She turned to meet Blake’s eyes. “She’s done good work, and it was thanks to her getting rid of her father that the two of us met. I must admit, she mentioned a rambunctious pair of sisters that she needed me to meet. I’m glad she gave us this chance.” Blake gave a shy smile, tucking some of her hair behind a human ear, her cat ears relaxed. “So, Weiss said you were a Huntress. Where did you study? I tried to get into Beacon, but... Life pulled me elsewhere.”
Yang grinned and stood up a bit straighter, “Self taught. Mostly. Had some pointers from my dad and uncle. I’m glad life pulled you here.” Blake felt a blush run up her neck and color her cheeks. She hoped that the chill of the night would take the blame. Yang stood a little closer, her natural warmth rolled off her like nice, spring day. Blake was drawn toward it, their shoulders touching. “But yeah, I’m a Huntress. It’s been a good life.”
Blake took Yang in again, then nodded toward her arm, “Even if you need modifications?”
Yang held up her right hand then made a fist, “Hazards of the job. Plus, it’s an improvement. What about you? Besides pretty much being a princess, are you doing anything else?”
Blake’s ears flattened, and she rubbed her arms, “Um, well, I’m looking for--”
“Blake!” The girls turned to see Kali, Blake’s mother. “The announcement is about to happen. Your father wants you there.”
Blake and Yang stood up from leaning on the railing of the balcony. “Continue this later?” Blake looked hopeful as she asked.
“Yeah, yeah, of course. I’m hard to miss,” Yang gave a wink. Blake smiled then headed inside with her mother.
Weiss met with Yang as she came back in, handing her the abandoned drink, slightly watered down from the melted ice, “Yang, I have a favor to ask. There is another reason I asked you here tonight, besides just wanting to see you.” Yang sipped at her drink, urging Weiss to continue. “I would like you and Ruby to keep an eye out during the announcement. Some of my people,” Weiss’s little snowflakes, her spies, “have mentioned weird figures about these last few weeks. I want you to make sure Ghira, Kali, and Blake are protected.”
“Can I assume Ruby will be trained on you?” Yang’s voice dropped a bit, her eyes had an edge to them, she was in work mode. She popped a panel up from her arm and pulled out a small ear piece and put it in her ear. It turned on and she beeped it twice. Ruby responded in a similar fashion.
“Yes. She has Crescent Rose on her back, and she’s finding the best place to be. You can stay near the Belladonnas. I remember you working best close up,” Weiss lead Yang toward the raised floor, a bit of a platform toward the back of the ball room. The party had gone on for a bit now, most of the guests have arrived, and the main event is about to happen. Yang finished off her drink and nodded. She adjusted herself and headed over toward the Belladonna family.
Weiss stepped up to the square mic presented, she was handed a champagne flute and tapped it a few times. The ballroom quieted and Weiss cleared her throat. “Tonight, friends, colleagues, allies, employees. I’ve invited you here tonight to celebrate a history making moment. I have been working closely with some important people to make this all possible. After taking back and rebuilding the Schnee name, I made it a personal mission to repair and strengthen the relationship between Neo Atlas and the faunus.” Weiss paused for the applause before continuing. “Standing with me is the chieftain of Menagerie, Ghira Belladonna, and his lovely family, Kali and Blake. They have become some of my most trusted partners and closest friends in this endeavor. Now, you will all bear witness to a peace treaty between Neo Atlas and Menagerie. The abolishing of the laws against faunus, and the beginning of a new era of peace and camaraderie. Ghira if you would join me?”
The large man stepped up, and he first signed the document, then Weiss. And with that, peace was solidified.
Yang surveyed the room, and all seemed to go along smoothly. That was until she saw Blake’s ear twitch and turn toward the left side of the room. Yang’s head whipped toward the corner and saw a figure walk out of one of the darker balconies. “What a beautiful speech Miss Schnee,” his voice echoed through out the room, rolling over in waves, surprise and confusing washing over the crowd. Yang sent a pulse of her aura into her bracelet, and it expanded into a gauntlet, complete with shot gun shells. She chanced a look up, finding Ruby, sniper rifle already trained on the new person. Yang moved to stand in front of Kali and Blake.
“Who are you?” Weiss called out, speaking into the mic.
The man strode forward, her black clothing dull until red trim hummed to life, glowing faintly, a rose symbol flared then remained at a constant brightness. His black mask flickered and hummed, it turned white with red stripes. His sick smile added to the creepiness of his entrance. At his side was a sword with a bulky sheath. “A messenger. I am to inform you that this peace will not last long. This tranquility will be broken. And Jacques Schnee will reclaim what was stolen from him. So enjoy tonight Miss Schnee. It’ll be the last victory you have over your father.”
Without another word, his form blinked out, as if turning off a screen. Yang looked up at Weiss, her hands balled into fists. Blake’s hand clenched and gripping Yang’s shoulder. Yang glanced back at the faunus, her face pale. “Blake?”
“They’re back. He’s back. The White Fang.”
Yang’s jaw hung open a bit. Kali’s hand moved to her mouth, “And Jacques Schnee is working with them?”
Everyone in the room was as quiet as the grave. Yang buzzed Ruby, “You see anything, kid?”
Ruby was quick to respond, “Nada. I took a quick look around the perimeter, there’s nothing. Not even a darn foot print in the snow.”
Yang cursed, “I’ll stick close, but it seems like that’s all that was, a message.”
“Message delivered,” Weiss sneered, Ghira at her side. Hushed conversation spread across the room.
“Weiss, we’ll keep Ruby on you. And I’ll stick with the Belladonnas. They are staying here tonight, right?” Weiss nodded, “Perfect. Me and Rubes will expect our rooms ready, then.” Yang gave a usual smile, something to try to calm the hearts around her. She gripped Weiss’s shoulders. “Don’t worry, Weiss. You got the Xiao Long-Rose sisters here. Everything will be ok.”
Weiss nodded and hugged Yang. She stepped away as Ruby appeared moments later, rose petals scattered about her. Yang turned to the Belladonnas, “No worry folks. You are safe as long as I’m around.” Yang’s heart fluttered and skipped a step when she noticed Blake smile.
So much for vacation.
TBC in Chapter 2
#bumbleby#rwby#fanfic#ghosteyesfoxwrites#fic#multichapter#let me know if you guys like this#yang xiao long#blake bellodona#ruby rose#weiss schnee
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STUCKY REC LIST 10/6/18
I realized it’s been a bit since I did a rec list! I link to fics I’ve read and enjoyed over the week in my weekly writing round ups, but I don’t tag those posts as fic recs (it feels a little too self promoting to tag something about my own writing with fic recs, I can’t seem to do it) soooo I feel like it doesn’t count. So here, have a list of fics I highkey recommend right now. They’re all beautiful majestic fics and everyone should read them.
The Heart of a Dying Star by layersofart (layersofsilence), velleities
As ancient legends have it, mighty magical weapons can be forged in the heart of a dying star.
Wanda, driven by her desire to avenge her brother’s death and backed by Hydra and their secret plans, uses ancient magic to knock a star down from the sky.
Halfway across the land, Steve, the Captain of the Avengers Guard, finds a fallen star named Bucky.
Do you want to feel like you’re reading a fairy tale? Because like, this fic feels straight up like reading a fairy tale. It’s wonderful and soft and also like vaguely a Stardust AU while not actually being a Stardust AU and tbh it’s wonderful, just wonderful. Go read it and fall in love with Star!Bucky and total sweetheart Steve Rogers just like I did.
Howitzer by spacebuck
Bucky Barnes, figure skating champion, is forced to switch his skates for hockey ones when he leaves for college. Problem is, he's never played hockey before, and now he has to be good enough to get the scholarship he needs. Enter Steve Rogers, Carter University Men's Hockey player, who's decided that he'd do anything to get this guy on his team.
Cue five am runs, overwhelming classes, new friends, plenty of snow, and a sport that's fast becoming a way of life.
This fic has been on my To-Read List for approximately six thousand years, and part of me regrets not reading it sooner while the other is really glad I waited because I was reading it while having a rough week and guys, it was like the cure to my overdramatic issues that week. I like hockey a decent amount because it’s dudes being mildly homoerotic on ice and I find nothing bad about that, but I don’t really know about hockey, y’know? And after reading this I felt like I knew about hockey, which was a pretty fantastic experience tbh. I haven’t felt that feel since my fave fic back in Bandom days left me super interested in rugby for a while. Also the relationship between Steve and Bucky in this is fucking beautiful, and the descriptions of the games left me feeling incredibly invested in them and the author deserves literally all the love for that.
What's left behind by Niitza
The thing was, after waking up in that new century, that strange future where nothing and no one was the same, not even himself, it had never occurred to Steve to wonder again if the effects of the serum were permanent.
Catch me outside perpetually screaming about this fic. It’s told in chunks of 200 words and while I found myself inevitably wanting more of every chunk it also worked so well for this fic and is also something I admire because while I believe in brevity, I also have absolutely zero self control and if a scene wanted to be 500 words I’d end up writing 500 words. It’s just, it’s SO GOOD, and if you’re like, super bad at focusing like I am the way it’s told is a surefire way of catching attention and sucking in. It’s just really beautiful and wonderful and I recommend that you don’t take my word for it and go read it to find out for yourself.
Keep the Torch Lit by thepartyresponsible
“Logan,” Charles says, delicately. “Do you know the whereabouts of the Winter Soldier?”
“Nope,” Logan lies, easy as anything. “Haven’t heard a damn thing, Chuck.”
“Logan,” Charles says, “have you forgotten I’m a telepath?”
“Well,” Logan says, a little less pleasantly, “I sure forgot you’re a Goddamn nosy son of a bitch.”
Listen, okay, this fic is not Stucky, at least not technically. Technically it’s Logan/Bucky with past Steve/Bucky but like even the Logan/Bucky isn’t really the focus and if you want to (like me) it’s definitely possible to read future Stucky into this fic. also this is my rec list and I do what I want ya’ll. The focus on this isn’t the shipping, and tbh that’s what makes it so glorious. The focus is on the goddamn glorious motherfuckin Wolverine, aka the love of my life since I was a wee lass watching the x-men animated series back in the 90s and falling facefirst into simultaneous crushes on both Logan and Rogue. Biromanticism ya’ll, it started early. This fic is hysterical. Logan’s voice is so spot on and so very LOGAN that every line manages to be grumpy and hysterical and also reveal that hidden layer of just caring too much that I really believe is like, the true hallmark of a well written Logan. He doesn’t want to care, but he does care, and that’s like the crux of all his issues y’know? That’s why he takes in asshole super soldier assassins that half the world is after when they give the shitty reason of ‘war buddies, you gotta.’
I could write several paragraphs on my epic love for this fic but I feel like the biggest reason to read it that I can give is that I’ve now read it three times and as a person who barely ever reads things even twice, that’s a huge thing for me. Also it has an appearance of a Charles who’s kinda a dick and tbh that’s how I love my Charles.
ALL OF THAT BEING SAID, if you can stand Bucky being even hinted at being with someone other than Steve, and if you don’t for some strange reason hate Wolverine (which if you do, who hurt you????) then go read this fic. It’s 4400 words of fucking brilliance.
Baby You Should Stick Around by neenya, nephropsis
If somebody had told Steve he and Bucky would end up raising Bucky's clone as their son, he'd probably have- wait, no, he wouldn't have done anything, because nobody would ever have said that.
And yet. Here they are.
Listen, this is one of those fics that I opened up expecting something fun and lighthearted and y’know, just a normal kidfic. What I got was 33k of a seriously beautifully written fic that gave me some seriously intense feelings. It was not what I expected whatsoever and it was all the better for that. I, personally, need to occasionally open up something I don’t expect to make me feel and then experience all the feelings because I am in the words of my former therapist ‘a shaken up soda bottle, building up pressure and just waiting to explode.’ True story. MY PERSONAL ISSUES ASIDE, this is beautiful and sad at times but with like, a really wonderful ending that made me feel A LOT OF THINGS. (The point of this is that this fic made me feel a lot of things. Like just, a lot of things. So many things) And there is this certain quality to the writing, at least to me, that really lets you feel the fact that Steve is having Issues and Steve is not realizing these Issues, and because of that he’s not able to be entirely present in this life that he has with Bucky. It’s wonderfully unique, and wonderfully written, and while not one I can reread super often (because of those aforementioned FEELINGS) it is seriously such a quality piece of work and one I’d somehow never stumbled upon despite it being written four years ago.
Black Dog by leveragehunters (Monkeygreen)
So long ago the details were lost to time, people began creating guardians of the dead. They were made from dogs, dogs who were buried in graveyards before anyone was laid to rest, their spirits arising as black dogs, bound protectors of the human dead.
Steve had always wondered what would happen after he died. He hadn't expected the answer to be 'wake up in the cemetery he'd been buried in', but here he was, some kind of ghost, and he could see the trees through his hands. It wasn't so bad, and he wasn't alone—a sleek black dog, golden eyes glowing bright, was happily waiting to greet him.
Decades later, on what was supposed to be a quiet, peaceful, definitely-not-life-changing walk through the woods, Bucky stumbled across an abandoned cemetery and into the impossible.
(It's a ghost story and a love story and a story about dogs.)
I’ve talked about my love for absolutely everything leveragehunters writes, I know I have, but oh my god, Black Dog hits it out of the goddamn park. There’s A GOOD DOG! AND STEVE IS A GOOD DOG EVEN THOUGH HE’S NOT REALLY A DOG! And Laika! I GENUINELY CRIED OVER LAIKA! And I DON’T OFTEN CRY OVER FICS!! I just, this was so beautiful and there’s always something so special about leveragehunters’ world building in their urban fantasy and magical realism fics in that it never feels heavy handed, never feels like I’m getting a bunch of info dumped on my head, but I always leave the fic feeling like I’ve seen this brand new world and understood it in the way the characters do even if that world is just a little bit left of the one we’re in now.
Also this is just a really good, nice fic to read while curled up with one’s dogs so y’know, if you’ve got dogs, definitely have them nearby to love on while you read this. It makes the experience like 1000x better.
despite the threatening sky and shuddering earth (they remained) by praximeter (Zimario)
“They really didn’t want the mask to come off.” Hill thumbed through the scans, and pulled out a film that she then handed over to Sam, face mostly expressionless but for the flat line of her pursed lips.
Sam accepted the film and held it up to the light, angling so both he and Steve could see it, squinting at the outline of the Winter Soldier’s skull, and the blips of unnatural white that showed up, God, in his brain, not to mention about half his teeth, plus the mask, with its thin protrusions—
“Those are pins,” Steve realized. He looked over at Hill. “The mask—it’s nailed to his face.”
Hill’s face was as unmoved as ever. “Like I said. They really didn’t want it coming off.”
Picture me screaming like a pterodactyl every time I even think of this fic. I kept seeing this fic, kept seeing it recced everywhere, kept scrolling by, kept seeing it recced by people who’s work I love and read and admire, and KEPT SCROLLING. And then finally, finally I decided to devote myself to 70k of what I assumed would be a lot of emotional pain. I was right. This was painful to read, the parts in Bucky’s pov especially so, but it was also so, so, sooo very good. I found myself clicking to the next chapter as quickly as I could and wanting to sink right back into it if I had to go do something. It’s just, it’s so good, and if by some chance you haven’t read it yet do yourself a favor and don’t be like me and keep scrolling past it.
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27 days
Until March!! Then 20 days til spring then a month til all the snow is gone and it’s warm!!
Just gotta get thru February.
I ordered 2 oz (2!!!) for $95 plus an extra 3.5 for $12
Joel paid me for one oz and it is of the strain Snowcap: Snow White x Haze
Snow White is either northern lights x white widow or it is a jack herer cat piss strain but I’m thinking and hoping this one is NL WW
Cuz those are some of my fave strains!!! I don’t really care about jack herer or cat piss
And I have $275 for 23 days of February. I have enough food to last me a week and then I’m gonna get groceries with my dad, a bit over $100 in my fridge and cupboards, and that should last me until the end of the month.
I’m gonna be shopping with Joel this month for boots at cabelas, shoes at shoe company and shoe warehouse, shirts and such at marks, fabric markers at michaels, and anything else I can afford that I see out there.
I shoukd be able to afford buying new footwear this month, I’m trying to save my money for food but I’ll have enough.
I got some really nice joggers at value village yesterday with Joel, they are aegean blue and I really like that colour. Like the ocean.
I’m a bit fat right now, from wintertime eating a lot and not going on many walks. My tummy and back have an inch or two excess over my waistband and it’s not the best. I’m hoping when it’s warmer days I can start going on walks and carve my fat down somewhat. I’m trying not to eat too late or too much anymore and trying to stop eating sugary foods and fatty foods. It’s tough. I feel like I have this fat cuz it’s my store of energy and safety in case I am homeless again: but I don’t have to worry about that, it’s not gonna happen.
I gotta sculpt myself, I just don’t have the energy to do much in winter. I wish it were warm out so I can enjoy the nature. I would go to the park nearby and exercise and run around a bit. Connect to the trees.... enjoy the sunshine...
At least my size 30 pants still fit me. I’m just a tiny bit too fat. All my fat is on my tummy and love handles. It’s not a terrible amount but I look lazy. It feels safe and comforting to have a bit of fat stored away but I need to be healthy. I’m surprised I have this extra fat, I feel like my body can naturally burn a lot of energy but I guess my body thinks I need this fat for survival.
I can’t wait til spring. Less than two months!! 47 days actually. Month and a half.
I’m gonna go on so many walks and really be present with the sunshine and nature, I’m gonna be so grateful for the warmth cuz this winter was just too long and cold. Some days have been nice and I did go out soemtimes but mostly I stayed in: I’m sick of staying in all day!!
I’m gonna be so alive for the warm weather and boy is it gonna get hot!! I’m gonna tan and Joel is gonna show me a place I can tan naked by the river hehehe
Joel is gonna get a new vehicle and a new apartment in the next couple months, so exciting!! I hope their car is good for the price. Her brother bought a car for $500 I think and it is 1995 and quite small but it works to get him where he needs to go. Joel needs a car like that. Someone selling a little old car for cheaps. Maybe Joel could borrow her friends car and we could go looking for cars with for sale signs in them.
Something will show up on kijiji one day and Joel will have $1000 cash saved up with me and any extra they might have for it.
I hope they get a car soon!
And a place but that will happen later
I’m glad I have my own place
I’ve really healed the last year
I feel more awake and aware now
I don’t have any feelings about anyone bothering me
I’m not screaming by myself
I’m just really bored
I want to find friends this spring summer
I want to find so many friends....
And I don’t want to be fuckbuddies with them
I think it’s gross how people fuck their friends
I don’t like how girls feel good about that
I like falling in love and being respectful. Sex is a delicate thing. I wouldn’t just do it with anyone.
I’ve never cum from anyone touching me,
And that’s only been 3 people
And I didn’t even feel attracted to any of them.
Joel has touched me but not well. They’re not very good at sex. They are porny about it even though they think they’re not. It’s gross.
Joel sluts around and that’s just part of their life. I think that’s sad to only make connections with people if you’re gonna hook up with them. Joel has fucked like every one of their friends. Like how fucking gross is that. It’s not impressive and it’s not cool. It’s sad. I wish I never let them touch me cuz they act like they have a charm over me. I can’t believe they can’t tell I don’t even like them that way. They’re not my type and they think they are. They like to brag about how they got me. They think I’ve cum for them but I’ve never been close. It’s gross. I can’t cum to someone I’m not into.
They are just pompous and rough and eager to fuck, they want to see me cum oo oo but they don’t want to actually do what it takes to get me there, not that they could cuz I don’t have a starting line cum to start from. It’s just zero.
Joel is a fucking mess and I don’t really love them soemtimes. They are ratchet and irresponsible and needy and conceited. They think I’m fucking conceited. I love myself for my beauty and I protect and treat myself well. Joel hasn’t protected themselves very well in their life and it shows. They need to take safety more seriously. I think it’s gross how lesbians slut around and shit. Slutting around isnt cool.
Risking a permanent disease isn’t cool. Having sex with guys is disgusting. I’m gonna find myself a safe clean woman to love.
I deserve a beautiful girl who loves me for me.
I don’t want to ever be with someone less than ever again. I will not settle for bullshit.
I need to cum to a hot girl so a hot girl I must get.
People think they know they can make me cum sometimes. Every one of them was lying to themselves. I’ve never met someone who can get me to cum. I met a super hot lesbian but she was a jerk so it was a turn off so I masturbated to her cuz she’s hot but she doesn’t have it in her to do it for me. Nobody can live up to their dreams.
I used to have sworling cum around me and boys would put their jizz in it. It hurt.
They acted like I would just give it up one day.
Rape is everywhere.
I fucking hate guys.
I hate gross slutty lesbians
I hate people who think they know my pleasure
I hate my mom for thinking I have to be a lady
I hate my dad for so many reasons
I love my kitty cat Mooney
I love the sun
And I love the moon
And the stars and sky
And trees and grass
And I love the internet and weed
And money and shelter
And FOOD
And art
And music
And movies
And cartoons
And video games
And comic books
And fruit juice
And hats
And durable clothing
And I love life
And I love mystery
And I love cryptic messages
And I love visions
And I love getting high and drunk
And I love WARM WEATHER
And GOOD HAIRCUTS
and LOVE
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July 19th 2017 - January 7th 2018. Summer, Autumn and the start of 2018.
Ho boy. I have been useless at keeping this updated. Things got super busy with RA, working with the kids and just generally getting out and doing more, rather than being a shut in. I lie. I’ve been studying Japanese, doing more outside of school socially and sportingly AND playing more video games. But either way, I haven’t been chronicling my time here as much as I used to.
Ok, so summer. I went to Tokyo for a holiday some time in July/early August. I met up with Maya, one of the cool kids from up north that had actually contacted me about JET stuff before they got here the year after I did, I also met one of my sempai, who actually taught as an ALT alongside my Uni Japanese Uni friend who came to visit me in January last year. So that was a hilarious twist of fate. Tokyo was A plus as per usual, but I don’t see myself living there in the future. Too expensive, too busy. Too many people.
After getting back to Matsuyama, the new ALTs came. They’re all fab. Some of us oldies and a bunch of the newbies play DnD together now, so that’s taking some of my weekends.
When they first got here, Miriam (the other RA) and myself organised a beach welcome party, we made a kick ass sand castle inspired by Matsuyama castle. We then destroyed it with a big rock. We also beat the crap out of a watermellon on the beach while blindfolded in an attempt to recreate an “authentic beach experience”. Basically in their first couple of weeks, RA duties saw Miriam and I making sure they were settling in all good and running/presenting at Ehime Orientation alongside the other RAs and the PAs. That was both fun, challenging and terrifying.
Junior High sports day was in September. I jumped in on the white team, or rather the white teams 3rd years basically yanked me into their tent and told me I was their cheerleader, they even got me up doing their chant and dance. I love them all so much. They’re such genki, kind and hard working kids. It’s going to be hard for the last few months of teaching at my base school after they all graduate in March. I’ll have to change schools in August most likely as that is what happens here in Matsuyama to fourth year JETs. It’s probably time for a change, but with the new changes rolling out at Elementary school, I’m seriously concerned about the future of the JET Programme in Matsuyama...side note...our BOE still has no idea how they’re shuffling the new classes at ES 3rd and 4th grade is going to work...when everywhere else on the island had that sorted out last year.....argh.
Halloween itself was pretty rough for me and a couple of my students. Along the route I bike to school, there is a few bridges with pretty high drops. From the hospital near my house to one of said bridges an ambulance and a police car kept pace (in early morning traffic) with me. By the time we got there, there were already a bunch of police cars and a group of the local community standing on the bridge pretty somberly. I made the mistake of looking down into the river and there was a guy who’d jumped.
My students were standing nearby and one of the community members suggested that the four of us walk to school with the kids, so we did. It was pretty bleak, the kids weren’t really sure how to process it, neither was I to be honest, but I’ve been in a similar situation a couple of times with friends at Uni so I think that kind of helped me talk through some of what was happening with them. We got to school, informed the principal of what had happened and then the day went on as per usual.
Suicide here is a pretty big issue, luckily for the students and community it turns out the guy was from elsewhere in Matsuyama so it’s impact wasn’t as strongly felt in the community. The community has made efforts to reach out and support the family of the victim and the kids who saw the aftermath are being looked after as well. Thank god.
I am a little bit worried about how they’re going to react to the whole Logan Paul thing that’s happened recently, and I am incredibly worried about who is going to be at school and who isn’t come the new term, as that is when youth suicide rises, but there’s very little one can do about stuff like that except keep an eye out for and support those who might be dealing with mental health issues.
On a lighter note, Matsuyama Autumn Festival in October was fun as usual. I made my way down to my school block area and joined in with the community there. The shrines were beautiful, I saw a dragon/lion dance for the first time in real life. I got to hang out with a bunch of my students and their families and generally just put myself out into the community down there which has opened some pretty cool doors for me.
In October, Miriam and I were also in charge of sorting out the yearly Halloween Orphanage visit for the Chuyo region. It was stressful, but rewarding. The kids at the home are all getting so big! I really feel for the staff who take care of them, there’s so many. This year they actually provided costumes for the kids to wear, and boy did that go down a treat. We had a good time. The Christmas visit went along in a similar fashion. Stressful, difficult to co-ordinate, but we all survived.
Skills Development Conference happened at the start of December, it was as per usual, not fantastic. Basically the workshops were more of the same and the speaker this year was bloody useless. Japan is so frustrating in respect to educational change, despite how many JTEs and ALTs ask and suggest changes or improvements, it’s basically screaming into the void.
After the last day of school, I ended up going to Osaka for Christmas break. I left on the 26th December and came back on the 30th. In that time I spent my first day up in Kyoto, where I hiked Mt. Inari in the snow...it was pretty cool. Figuratively and literally. The shrine, Fushimi-Inari Shirine and the tori gates are a lot more beautiful than photos can capture. It’s eerie and quiet, but it’s also a peaceful place, if you go earlier on in the day, like before 9am as due to it being a tourist hot-spot, it gets busy fast. In Osaka I went to Nipponbashi and then a bunch of the surrounding places. I didn’t do as much shopping as I thought I would, but that meant I had a bunch more money to spend at USJ.
USJ was unreal. I loved the Harry Potter world portion and was impressed by the Spiderman ride as well as a couple of the other smaller attractions. I avoided the Minion theme park like the plague, but probably would go if I go again and it’s still there. I also went to Osaka castle, but the museum portion was closed due to it being New-year break fro Japan, so next time. I also went to a cat cafe called Mocha which was really clean, relaxing and the cats were super well cared for. I saw the staff grooming the cats and cleaning the room while I was there, so they’re on to it. I also went to an owl cafe. I got pooped on. Apparently it’s lucky. The owls again were well looked after and the staff were on top of the animals welfare. Basically I had a blast in Osaka and have some ideas of what I want to do with my partner when they come over in May. Yay!
On the 31st I climbed up the Shiroyama-park hill to Matsuyama castle and watched the last sunset of the year. It was pretty lackluster, but it was a nice way to end the year. I spent the rest of the evening curled up in my room with the heat on and watching Kohaku uta gassen. 2017 wasn’t a bad year for me, it was just an average year. I think now that I am a little more established in Japan, but coming towards the end of my time on JET (only 2 more years! CRIKEY), I’m starting to think about, and panic a little, the future. Like I have no idea what to do after this, but I know I want to stay abroad, but weather that is in Japan, England or Canada, I don’t know. I don’t know if I want to go back into study, or if I want to stick to doing odd jobs with my somewhat useless BA in English, Linguistics and TESOL Minor. I enjoy teaching, and I enjoy working with kids and young adults, learning from them and encouraging them to reach their goals, but I don’t know if I can find a good, stable job with my current qualifications.
On New Years day I went to the big mall and lined up for lucky bags, I got the Pokemon Center one. I was stoaked, as initially I’d been in the wrong line, but 10 minutes before the doors opened I saw the right one, jumped in and managed to get one of the last bags!!! I also went and bought new running shoes and a Nintendo 3DS for an early birthday present.
On my actual birthday, I went to work, hung out with the Volleyball kids, the table tennis kids and made paper cranes for the kids graduation in March. I then came home, ordered Pizza and spent the evening on my DS and PC gaming. It was nice.
I haven’t made my New Years resolutions yet, but I think I’m going to do something similar to what I did last year and write a list of 25 things to do before I am 26. I got about 20 out of 25 things done last year, so I’ll carry over the five I didn’t manage. I have my first shot at my Karate Blackbelt on Wednesday, I don’t think I’ll pass this time around (dammit, why are test fees so expensive), but I think that getting it by the end of the year is on my list. Along with JLPT N3.
I signed my re-contracting paper before I went away, so I am definitely here until August 2019. I’m equal parts excited for the changes in the Elementary school English Education, and dreading how poorly our BOE has been planning it out. But we’ll just have to see. Until next time, this has been Kai, the 25 year old, sleep deprived and slightly Jaded 3rd year ALT.
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1.if someone wanted to really understand you, what would they read, watch, and listen to?
Read -- I don't know if this is a contemporary definition of who I am, but I think The Sirens of Titan by Vonnegut would be a good example of what kind of content captivates me.
Watch -- Maleficent is a really good movie because it matches my take on love and friendship pretty well. The Devil Wears Prada is also a good movie because it's basically everything I want for my own life. But they would have to stop just before Andy quits her job like I do LOL
Listen to -- easily “Evelyn” by Kim Tillman and the Silent Films. I heard that song and I felt like it described me better than I could describe myself.
2.have you ever found a writer who thinks just like you? if so, who?
I don't think so. I've read a lot of books and really admired how those other people thought. And I connected with the messages that the books sent. But I don't think I felt that my thought process measured up to theirs LOL.
3.three songs that you connect with right now.
Adia Victoria's cover of Laissez Tomber Les Filles
Hurricane by 76th Street
Hospital Beds by Florence and the Machine
4.would you have sex with the last person you text messaged?
LOL nah. She's not very trustworthy and she seems a little passively judgmental in bed. Plus I'm straight LOL
5.have you taken someones virginity?
Yes!
6.how many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust?
None LOL
7.if you could, would you take back your last kiss?
I wouldn't! I think it was necessary.
8.who would you like to see in concert?
Probably Marina. I think that would be a really fun concert.
9.what was the last concert you saw?
I went to Warped with a few other people 2 years ago.
10.would you ever want to swim with sharks?
LOL hell no
11.do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months?
I hope so! I want to be the kind of person who's always changing.
12.what was the last thing that made you laugh?
Probably something silly my mom said.
13.a song you’d listen to during soft/slow/passionate sex?
I don't really listen to music during sex... but probably Tadow by Masego.
14.have any pets?
My sister has a cat! I like to consider her partially my cat.
15.do you want to have kids? How many?
Not now obviously, but eventually. I don't think I would want more than 2.
16.do you have piercings? How many?
I only have 2 ear piercings.
17.do you miss anyone from your past?
Of course I do. I think that's just part of being a person though.
18.what are you craving right now?
Nothing really... maybe the energy to get me through this next semester?
19.have you ever broken someone’s heart?
Probably. Not like seriously broken their heart, but done a little damage to it.
20.have you ever been cheated on?
Yes.
21.have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?
I mean, his actions often made himself cry. But I was the one who was affected by his actions, yes.
22.do you believe in true love?
I believe that true love is unconditional love, and that it only exists when it comes to family. Blood is always thicker than water.
23.favourite weather?
The first few weeks of fall when it's still warm out, and the leaves are still changing color. After that it becomes a gross playground for seasonal depression.
24.do you like the snow?
LOL nope never did
25.do you wanna get married?
Someday. But I don't want it so much that I'm going to sit around waiting for it to happen, you know?
26.is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?
Sure, depends on who it is.
27.what’s an inner joke you have with your friends?
LOL the weird tense we speak in.
28.go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!
It is physically impossible to lick your elbow.
29.what’s your favorite pasta dish?
I like a well done spinach ravioli.
30.what color do you really want to dye your hair?
I don't really want to dye my hair that badly. But when I'm old and my hair gets white anyway, I'm gonna dye it pink. Nobody's gonna argue with an old lady with pink hair, you know what I mean?
31.what’s your favorite eye color?
I think this is a very "White People" question since most other ethnicities have brown eyes by default.
32.talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.
LOL I get a bag like that each year. I don't really buy expensive branded bags for this purpose since I know they're gonna end up in the armpit of New Brunswick, on Rutgers bathroom floors, and on nasty buses by the end of the year. I don't love them to pieces, but I'm glad I have them. This year's bag is a small white sling bag with a pink and green floral design on it. It carries everything I would need or want on a daily basis (ex. phone, wallet, extra phone charger, gum, whatever liquid lipstick I'm wearing that day, mini Swiss Army knife, earbuds, compact mirror, etc.). I take it everywhere with me.
33.are you a morning person?
Not in the slightest.
34. what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into?
I've never broken in anywhere LOL
35.what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit?
I don't wear a particular pair of shoes with every outfit. I think the oldest pair of shoes I own are these tattered gray boots that I got in like middle school LOL. I rarely wear them.
36.what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks.
I never really invested in like cute or fun socks because they're always expensive and I think it's kind of a useless thing to invest in. But everyone always has these interesting fuzzy socks on and I'm like "hmm, maybe I should get a pair of those." But I never do. In terms of socks, I prefer function over fashion for some reason.
37.tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.
Nothing really interesting happened after 3am. There are usually 3 different post-3-AM scenarios: either I'm talking to someone for so long that it's approximately 4 to 5am before we realize it, we were drinking and someone got too drunk and blacked out/threw up, we were drinking/doing drugs and we actually survived the night without blacking out/throwing up.
38.do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!
LOL I just go to Starbucks man.
39.who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?
I don't go stargazing with anyone. I just notice them by myself and it makes my day better. It's more of a personal thing for me.
40.what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?
I was always really scared of bugs. I still am.
41.do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?
Nah I don't buy either. I don't have a CD/record player.
42.think of a person. what song do you associate with them?
I always used to associate the song "Belle of the Boulevard" with my older sister. I don't think it applies anymore though, since she's in a relationship now.
43.what are your favorite memes of the year so far
I like the lil spiderman one. I also thought the "some of you never ____ and it shows" ones were fun until they reached mainstream meme sources (Buzzfeed, Instagram, etc.) and they became unfunny.
44.do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?
I don't like poetry.
45.what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received?
A Pottery Barn gift card when I was in middle school. For both instances.
46.what are some of your worst habits?
I care too much about what other people think. I also grind my teeth.
47.describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.
They're really short, probably one of the shortest people I've ever met. They're an INTJ through and through, and usually pride themselves on telling it like it is. Sometimes though, they "tell it like it is" during inappropriate situations which can be annoying. They really want to be a writer, but they're working in Marketing now for the money. They're a good student, and are motivated to succeed, which is a breath of fresh air in an environment where nobody seems to care about where they're going or how to improve. Behind their IDGAF attitude, though, they give many fucks. They tell me that they care deeply for their friends, and most of the time I actually believe them (which is saying a lot for me, since I never believe that anyone cares about anyone). They have a lot of insecurities and they can try to cover up those insecurities with male validation.
48.tell us about your pets!
My sister has a cat named Minnie. She's a brown cat and she's getting to be on the heavy side LOL. She screams between 3pm and 6pm because that's when she's hungry. She also likes sitting outside closed doors and screaming. She really likes boys and she'll be super sweet to them. She's pretty indifferent to girls though.
49.is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t?
Actually, no. At most, I should probably be working on my case study or getting my shit together before school starts. But these are the last two days of my winter break. So it's okay if I relax a little bit.
50.are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?
I don't really care about minions LOL.
51.what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?
My coworkers threw me a little birthday party and put up streamers and got me cupcakes this past summer. It really brightened my day, since no one had done that for me in years.
52.describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.
I don't really gaze into my friend's eyes like that.
53.what’s some of your favorite album art?
War Eternal by Arch Enemy, Broken Machine by Nothing But Thieves, How to be a Human Being by Glass Animals, Villains by Queens of the Stone Age, Heritage by Opeth, and probably a few others.
54.are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?
I want to get a tattoo on my upper back next summer. It's going to be a mountain range with a few birds flying over it, and 2 lines written in this language I made up underneath it.
55.do you like concept albums? which ones?
I like the idea of them! I don't think I listen very much to any concept albums though.
56.what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?
Memento and Forrest Gump.
57.list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.
Oh No! by Marina, Hurricane by 76th Street, The Wolf by Phildel, Shake it Out by Florence and the Machine, Orbiting by the Weepies, Pretty Little Head by Eliza Rickman, Elastic Heart by Sia, Big Girls Cry by Sia, Cellophane by Sara Jackson Holman.
58.if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?
Definitely to go 5 years into the future.
59.what do you do when you’re sad?
I usually just listen to music and wallow.
60.what are some things you do when you can’t sleep?
I play this one specific podcast called Dan Carlin's Hardcore History. I'm usually asleep within the next 30 minutes of playing it.
61.what was the best (non-romantic) night you’ve had?
There are a few contenders. There's the night I did acid for the first time. There's any of the nights we had those parties in our suite last year where no one threw up/cried. There's that night I legitimately fell off the bed laughing, and we drove to another campus in the middle of the night in someone's pickup truck. Any one of the nights during my winter community service break trip where we cooked/got sentimental/bonded. I'm sure there are others.
62.who is the last person you told a secret to?
The same friend I described in this survey.
63.what’s the best piece of advice you ever received?
Many people have told me this. But it's to stop trying to jump to the finish line and enjoy the present.
64.what’s your favorite food?
I don't have one specific all-across favorite food. But I really like breakfast food out of all others!
65.what’s your secret dream?
I want to go on a several-day-long trip with a bunch of close friends. I don't want to tag along with my sister... I want it to be my own trip with my own friends.
66.three songs you were recently obsessed with.
Despicable - Grandson
OBLIVIUS - The Strokes
Broken Machine - Nothing But Thieves
67.three songs that remind you of the person who sends this one
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68. three favourite old songs
A Well Respected Man - The Kinks
Shout At The Devil - Motley Crue
Rust In Peace... Polaris - Megadeth
69.three last songs you listened to
Overdose by Grandson and two other random songs I didn't pay much attention to.
70.worst possible time to get horny:
During an exam (it's happened before).
71.have you ever had a friends with benefits?
Yup a couple times. Didn't last very long though.
72.do you believe in soulmates?
Consciously I don't, but subconsciously I do.
73.Is there anyone you would die for?
My sister and my mom.
74.whowas the last person you cried in front of?
My sister's cat LOL
75.do you give out second chances too easily?
I actually don't give out enough second chances I think.
76.is it easier to forgive or forget?
Forget.
77.is this year the best year of your life?
Nope, that was definitely 2016.
78.do you have trust issues?
Very much so.
79.who/what was your last dream about?
I don't actually remember... I knew it was set in a university environment though.
80.would you go back in time if you were given the chance?
Only if I could go back to my first year of college and relive it.
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An Old World Proposal
Nate builds up the nerve to pop the question while picking flowers on his way to Goodneighbor.
"Are you sure you don't want an escort?" Preston asked for what had to be the third time. Nate smiled over his shoulder at the lieutenant, continuing to pack the last few supplies for the trek through Southie.
"I'll be alright. I'm just heading back to Goodnei…"
"To Goodneighbor, Yes I know." The Minuteman cut him off, a disgruntled sigh followed swiftly after. "Though I'm still strongly advising against you leaving the Castle at this time, especially unaccompanied."
"I appreciate your concern, Preston.” He gave his friend a fond smile. “I'll be alright."
"Fine." A drawn out pause. "Give the mayor my regards, when you get there."
"I will." Nate reached for the worn mentat tin on the side table. It no longer contained any of the chem tablets. Inside there was now a nondescript, gold ring nestled in a small bed of red, white, and blue fabric.
"Are you finally going to ask him this time?"
Nate's smile was thin; uncertainty etching its way into the lines of his normally stoic features.
"I'll be sure to let you know."
***
The path from the Castle to Goodneighbor; from Southie into Boston's old Red Light District, was one Nate enjoyed. Not for it's dangers, those were present everywhere in the Commonwealth, but for something that he hadn't found anywhere else.
The largest hub flower bush in the entire Commonwealth was on the road out of Southie. It always had a mass of beautiful shimmering blooms, like moonlight dancing on water, available for him to take whenever he passed by. Hub flowers held meaning for him. Nate could only hope that he could express how much the ghoulish governor of Goodneighbor had come to mean to him.
The cracked asphalt played host to the entwining vines of gourds and melon plants, which had blossoms of vivid orange and deep purple, ripe as pumpkins and sweet plums. Carrots growing away from the road were harder to spot but their flowers, the shade of clear day sunshine, were a nice addition to a bouquet. He added in a few Mutated fern flowers, which added some dark color with their trumpet shaped mulberry colored blooms.
Before crossing the tunnel overpass Nate had a final flower to include in the expanding bouquet. A rare pale bloom found in areas of higher radiation levels. One people called an ash blossom, a pallid flower with iridescent petals, reminiscent of fresh fallen snow. Avoiding the feral ghouls that roamed outside of the tunnel on occasion was worth the risk to have the contrast of white against the rest of the vibrant colored flora.
The bouquet was wrapped as delicately as possibly in a few scraps of lace curtains he'd salvaged from a dresser in one of the more well preserved apartments. He hadn't really known what use the lace would be as he’d been looting, but the phrase 'No waste in the wasteland' came to mind whenever he considered leaving anything behind.
Nate found his way to Goodneighbor after sundown. Soft violet light cast by the constantly lit neon was a welcome sight after the miles spent on the open road under the glaring sun, and slinking around the cities grey shadows for the past few hours. Though he hadn't visited the red light district that often before the bombs he couldn't recall seeing places that would have the signage necessary to create the illuminated welcome sign for the town. Perhaps he just wasn't well enough acquainted with the areas establishments before the fall or it was a special commission of some sort. Odd to think there was someone who could create neon glass in the post apocalyptic world. The only area that would have the means to create neon would be somewhere like... Las Vegas?
The thought that anyone would spend the amount of caps it would take to commission and transport a sign from Vegas to Massachusetts was laughable. Though the idea made him curious, he'd have to ask Daisy where the sign had come from, or if it was just one of those rarities that had always just been there.
Goodneighbor is busier than he expects, after clambering through the gate. There's a mass of people around Daisy's store. She must have just had a caravan come through. Kleo's got a few customers as well, with two of the watch in the store as added muscle. The regulars are out on the street, nodding in his direction and offering half smiles of recognition or acceptance. He likes it, this feeling of belonging. Goodneighbor has become another place where he feels welcome. Still not a place to let your guard down completely. He's heard himself called The mayor's smooth skin, and people asking each other what the mayor and the general have been up to. Goodneighbor will always be Hancock's town, and Nate is perfectly happy to let him have it. The tough guy act is easy to fake for a while but the pre war veteran knows he couldn't keep up the charade the way Hancock's had to with the locals.
One of the neighborhood watch, big fella by the name of Frankie is standing by the state house door. Tommy gun hanging at his side by a makeshift strap made up of leather belts. He's lighting a cigarette, the illumination from a match behind his big palm is bouncing off the brim of his fedora; casting menacing shadows against his stone chiseled features.
"Hey, Frankie. How's the neighborhood?" Nate wanders over with a short wave. Frankie's a nice guy, despite any impressions to the contrary. He liked his hooch, he liked to gossip, and he'd been one of the drifters to help Hancock take down Vic. Frankie had been a fixture in Goodneighbor for a long time. Having him as an acquaintance was helpful.
The match goes out with a quick flick of a wrist, and flutters to the littered street; discarded without a second thought. "Welcome back, General." His accent is thick, similar to the guards in Diamond City. He takes a drag before continuing. "Been keeping busy. Thanks to your Minutemen. The roads are safer now, we've been getting lots of traffic passing through. Daisy actually had so much stock she had to give some real discounts." A low rumbling chuckle turns into a cough that ends in his fist and another drag on the cigarette. "Plus we had a nice big bust just yesterday. So everybody is down celebrating in the Rail with the Mayor. Every drifter around likes to come to town when the watch pulls a score. Our mayor loves to spread the wealth around, ya'know."
"That I do, certainly explains the crowds. I'm gonna guess that party is going to last awhile."
"Probably. Back in the day things could last two or three, but now…" Frankie scratches at a stubbled, scarred cheek as if considering the many factors that go into a drunken chem party hosted by their mayor. "I'd say at least dawn."
Nate's sigh is louder than he means it to be. The guard taking his defeated expression to mean something else as he continues talking. "You're more than welcome to join, General. I mean you would be even if you weren't…well…" His lips purse as his hand rotates in an awkward way, "Even if you weren't you, ya'know?"
The Vault dweller offers him a smile for the effort. "Thanks Frankie. Normally I would, but today I had…uh…" he loses his momentum halfway through. He didn't want to wait until tomorrow. Hancock would be so completely out of it, and the flowers would be wilted. He also didn't want to ruin the Mayor's party either. Keeping his citizens happy made Hancock happy right along with them, chems or not. "Well it was important…but I'm sure I can talk to him later."
Frankie's got a caterpillar eyebrow cocked at him, accusatory, seeing through him like a sheet of rice paper. "Tell you what I'm gonna do. Let me go tell the boss you're here with something important on your mind. You can go wait upstairs. Then he can decide, so it ain't on you no more. How's that sound?" A cigarette filter falls to the ground, heeled into the pavement.
Nate feels the warmth on his cheeks, and grins in embarrassment, "That would be great. Thanks Frankie, I owe you one." The watch man nods in agreement and moves away from the door, heading down the alley towards the square.
Nate isn't harassed by any of the guards inside, given nods in recognition as he passes by. The neighborhood watch doesn't switch out guards often so his blue coat and personal tricorn are known to them, especially the ones inside the statehouse.
As he ascends the stairs anxiety begins to set in. What if he's been wrong this whole time about them? What if Hancock doesn't even come up from the party? What if he can't even get the words out? What if… Each step throws another heavy weight into his stomach, so that when he finally reaches the second floor he feels ready to wretch up the fancy lad and cram he'd had four hours before. Probably not the worst idea, as the meal hadn't been the healthiest. However, fresh air sounds like a better solution so he b-lines for the balcony door.
Cool night air helps settle the nausea down to an unpleasant churning in his stomach as he leans heavily on the balcony railing. He's got to pull himself together. Facing down bands of super mutants or pairs of deathclaws was easier than this. He should be happy, overjoyed to have found someone to love, and who loves him in return. Sure their relationship could be crazy, it was also fun, and what he felt was real. He loved John Hancock, and would proudly announce it to the whole Commonwealth over Diamond City Radio if given the chance. Not that they had to make their relationship into some huge spectacle. He was just that happy to be with the man.
Nate breathed deeply, releasing a long exhale through his nose. He loved Hancock and he was going to propose, jumbled words and nervousness be damned. He slid the pack off his shoulder, careful of it's delicate contents. The flowers hadn't been destroyed on the road here, their colors still crisp even in the shadow of the statehouse. Below him there was a loud ruckus as the door to the Third Rail was thrown open.
The rabble rousers were in full swing, hoots and hollers of indistinguishable identity radiated up from the bar, the jukebox was turned to maximize volume, yet the lyrics were lost amidst the tumult of noise. The amount of sound pouring out of the subway turned jazz club was as close to a cacophony as Nate had ever heard. It was abruptly reduced when the door was slammed shut.
"Christ! They sure are loud, huh Frankie?" Hancock's deep voice was jovial but louder than necessary. His ears having been assaulted for so long hadn't yet acclimated to the regular volume of the real world. Nate chuckled and remained on the balcony to listen. Frankie must have given an affirmative as Hancock moved on to something else.
"Now, where's the general? You said he went inside right. He didn't want to party with me? That seems odd." The ghoul's voice returning to normal.
"It's like I said. He's got something important to talk about. Looks like he's been walking all day just to come see you." Frankie had started towards the alley, back to his post by the door.
"That sounds like him alright. Important huh? The good or bad kind I wonder, suppose I better go find out. How do I look?" Hancock adjusted his coat and spread his arms expectantly.
Frankie gave a shrug of his massive shoulders, neck disappearing for a moment. Hancock made a disgruntled harrumph and hurried past him around the corner.
Nate steadied himself, adjusting his own lapels. The sound of boots nearing the door signaled the ghoul's approach, this was it. Hancock wasn't normally so loud. He'd probably had a few already, and more than beer was flowing down in the Third Rail. The balcony door flew open startling the general, who whipped the bouquet behind his back. Hancock stood in the doorway and grinned at him. "Here you are, a big ol' ray of sunshine on my balcony. Afraid I'd missed ya when I didn't find your handsome self all curled up in bed."
True to habits, Hancock was a little more hands on when he was tipsy. He was more apt to initiate physical contact between them and wrapped his arms around Nate's neck bringing him in for a kiss. Nate brought his one free arm around the ghoul, lifting gently while supporting his weight. Hancock pulled away, hands sliding to the dweller's chest. He was frowning slightly. "Hey, what gives love? Frankie said it was important, but…" Nate released his hold when Hancock took a step back. "It's the bad kind of important, huh?"
Nate pulled the flowers from behind his back as a broad smile cracked his face. "Before we get into that, these are for you." The ghoul's eyes widened, black sclera glistening in the darkness. Hancock's hands held the smallest of trembles as he took the bouquet. "Oh, Nate.These are…" His rad weary fingers danced over the petals of each blossom in turn, eyes transfixed until he finally looked back to the man standing before him. "They're beautiful." The cocky grin returned suddenly. "You know, I've been bribed plenty in my career. Chems, caps, companionship…but this is a first. No one has ever given me flowers before."
"I suppose I'm a bit old world." Nate had to chuckle at the statement. How much more old world could one really get than pre-war?
"Mhmm, Very. It's one of the things to like about you." The ghoul glanced at the flowers, and palmed one of the ash blossoms before clearing his throat and continuing. "So, what exactly was so important?"
Nate's chest seized up, breathe caught in his lungs. This was it, time to pop the question. He probably should have practiced what to say, because now he was faced with the ghoul and no words were coming out of his mouth. His hand reached to the breast pocket of his coat where the tin was, solid against his groping fingers.
Nate took a deep breathe and began, hoping the words would come. "Well, I've been meaning to ask you something for awhile now. I should have asked you sooner, honestly, but I've been to scared of all the what ifs."
Hancock scoffed, "You? Scared? Please." Nate’s tongue rolled over his lips,wetting the chapped flesh. He brushed a hand along the Mayor's arm. "Please, just let me try to get through this."
"Sure. Sorry." Hancock looked about as contrite as his face would let him as his eyes darted down to where his fingers fiddled with the lace wrapping. Nate reassured him with a quick peck on the cheek before continuing.
“John Hancock, I love you.” Nate’s fingers clasped around the tin, the metal had grown warm being so close to his body. When he pulled out the item Hancock’s intrigued expression disappeared, replaced by a thin frown.
“Mentats?” Hancock gave him a long hard stare from under the brim of his tricorn. “You know me oh so well.” The comment was thick with sarcasm, made worse by Hancock slamming the flowers none to gently onto the railing. Nate felt a prick of annoyance but he shook it off. “No, not Mentats. This is the first Mentat tin you ever gave me. But that’s besides the point…” The tin had been a keepsake, and now it had been repurposed to serve as something new. He’d never meant anything else by using it.
“Okay, so what is the point of this then?” There was an edge to the Mayor's voice, as sharp as his knife and just as deadly. “What's with all the secrecy? And why would you ever be scared to ask me something?”
Nate stammered, the sudden aggressiveness throwing him for a loop. When had this turned from a dream coming true to an interrogation? “Hancock, I…” Nate wasn't sure what to do now. “I came to ask you...well...if you’d…” This was not how he had intended to do things, not ever. It was supposed to be romantic, and perfect, like in films or books. Not with the man he loved angrily awaiting an explanation. It hit the vault dweller suddenly, like a building floor collapsing, or chem kicking in. As he looked into those jet black eyes, Nate realized that Hancock was who he wanted to be with so it didn't matter how they ended up together. Picture perfect proposal or not, as long as they were together at the end of it all that’s what truly mattered. Any trace of fear went out the window. He popped the tin open with a happy smile brightened his face. “I love you, John Hancock. Will you marry me?”
Now it was Hancock’s turn to stammer, though Nate heard a quietly whispered yet still distinctive, “Oh, shit.” amidst the multitude of shocked noises the ghoul emitted as his eyes shifted between the ring and the general. He regained his voice after a time, any bite drained away completely.
“I’m an asshole.”
Nate set the ring on the railing and pulled the ghoul into a tight hug, “I don’t mind...” He hooked a finger under the other's chin and brought up the Mayor's face, kissing him long and slow. “...as long as I can say you're mine.”
“...Yes...” Hancock sighed into the man’s neck, gripping handfuls of blue coat, supporting himself against the taller man. Nate felt warm all the way to his toes, but he couldn't resist a little teasing. “Yes? Yes what?” Hancock huffed and pushed to get them facing eye to eye. “To anything, to everything. Whatever it is, I'm in.” The cheeky smile was back in place now, but those eyes Nate loved so much were warm; sparkling jewels in the apocalyptic night. “To answer your earlier question… yes, I'll marry you, love.
Nate’s face was beginning to ache from the smile he was sporting. He couldn't remember being this happy, even before the bombs. His fingers fumbled getting the ring out, but he regained confidence taking the smaller man’s hand in his own. “I never thought I’d ever meet my match.” The ring settled onto the ghoul’s finger perfectly. “It's nice to be wrong.” Hancock admired the new accessory for a moment before smiling up at his partner.
“Sorry to make you wait so long.” Nate brought the Mayor’s hand up to his lips, kissing then running his thumb over the spot where a band of gold now rested.
“You were worth the wait.” Hancock cupped the dweller’s face, running a thumb along his jawline. Nate eased into the touch, his own hand moving to cover the ghoul’s.
“So were you.” Nate kissed the palm of the hand he had a hold of before moving in to kiss the ghoul himself.
A mass of cheers, whistles, and encouragement of a semi erotic variety, went up from the square, startling them both out of the moment. The pair had attracted an audience without realizing. Half of Goodneighbor was below the balcony, cheering them to continue, shouting out congratulations, along with several about damn times yelled out from the gathered crowd. The pair exchanged wide eyed glances before laughter erupted from them both. They smiled, waving to the crowd,which was met with uproarious clamour, before retiring for the night. There would be plenty of planning for their upcoming wedding, but Hancock convinced the general it could wait till the next day.
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