#This is definitely a pms induced revelation

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featuring:  hope  mikaelson,  landon  kirby. hon. mentions:  william  halliwell,  lizzie  saltzman tagging: @chosenlonely summary:    hope  tells  landon  that  she  has  feelings  for  someone  else.  surprisingly  enough,  all  hell  doesn’t  break  loose.

hope mikaelsonLast Monday at 6:26 PM

so,  her door is still broken.  she doesn't know why she hasn't fixed it yet.  it'd be a flick of her wrist,  a mumbling of a spell,  and that'd be that.  but it feels too simple.  it feels too much like settling back into a normalcy that's intangible now.  (  like maybe,  if she's meticulous enough,  if she acts like nothing ever happened,  if she's careful about where the cracks were,  no one will ever notice.  except ..  she will.  and lizzie will.  and god,  it's not fair on landon to expect him to accept the damages.  )  she's sitting on her bed,  thinking over how the openness is a good metaphor,  when she hears footsteps.  " hey. "  he makes her want to smile just by being around and she has to accept she's going to lose that feeling.  (  she'll be fine,  she wants to convince herself.  maybe even take lizzie's advice.  not everyone leaves.   )  " you'll never guess what happened today. "  she has to curb the ease that wants to overtake her,  remember what lizzie told her.  she,  at least,  draws the line on going over to meet him.  " i'll give you three guesses. "

landon kirbyLast Monday at 7:48 PM

when  a  text  comes  through  that  says  we  need  to  talk,  it's  a  surefire  sign  that  something's  up.   even  still,  he  tries  not  to  jump  to  worst  case  scenarios  as  he  heads  to  hope's  room.   he  should  be  studying  for  a  test  they  have  the  next  day,  but  he's  sure  no  amount  of  studying  is  going  to  help  him  now.   it's  too  late,  his  mind  already  stuffed  with  about  as  much  as  it  can  handle.   thoughts  of  the  test  fade  away  when  he  sees  the  splintered  door  frame,  eyes  widening  as  he  crosses  the  threshold.   "  uh. "    he  looks  between  her  and  the  door,  using  context  clues  to  fill  in  the  blanks.   "  either  the  monster  of  the  week  busted  your  door  down,  or  lando's  way  stronger  than  i  thought  he  was. "   another  glance.   "  krypto  strength  levels. "     he's  pretty  sure  it's  not  the  latter,  so  his  stomach  churns  at  the  thought  of  yet  another  monster  coming  after  them.

January 21, 2020

hope mikaelsonLast Tuesday at 8:23 AM

she's learnt that the worst things are quiet.  it's only natural that she's responded to the worst moments in her life with aggression,  with violence,  with noise.   it filled the space,  stopped her rampart panicked thoughts.  it's self-preservation at it's finest.  except ...  this time,  with landon making jokes about mysteriously strong dogs and showing up,  she knows it's not possible.  and equally,  that it's not what she wants.  for the first time in her life,  she's going to have respond to quiet with quiet.  (  if she's being stripped of all of her comforts,  all of her coping mechanisms may as well fall to the floor beside them.  )   a smile cracking,  though she can't help if it seems insincere.  not quite reaching her eyes.  " as much as i'd love to have a dog who could do all of that,  "  would she?  questions for another time.  " i guess malivore's spitting out monsters again. "  that wasn't something she'd missed.  " this time it was a croatoan. "  she's halfway to the truth.(edited)

landon kirbyLast Tuesday at 9:33 AM

it's  guilt  that  he  feels.  right  off  the  bat,  it  hits  him  square  between  the  teeth  and  he  flinches.   right,  the  monsters  were  back.  he  knew  that,  might  have  forgotten  to  mention  that  fact  when  he'd  gotten  a  little  preoccupied  with  the  existential  crisis  that  came  along  with  seylah  re-entering  his  life.   "  i  know. "   his  gaze  is  apologetic,  shifting  his  weight  from  foot  to  foot.   "  some  octopus  monster   came  after  me  last  week  when  i  was  walking  lando.   i  meant  to  tell  you,  but  -- "   in  truth,  he  hadn't  been  sure  how  he  felt.   it  seemed  impossible  to  tell  someone  what  was  going  on  in  your  life  when  you  weren't  entirely  sure  you  even  knew.   "  seylah's  here.  my  mom. "     a  sentence  that  he  never  expected  to  say.   "  she  killed  it. "   he  shakes  his  head,  hating  the  guilt  and  the  dread  that  gathers  in  the  pit  of  his  stomach.   everything  with  malivore  makes  it  flare  up,  like  a   fever  you  can't  shake  off.   "  are  you  okay  ?  is  everyone  okay  ? "   there's  concern  in  his  gaze,  crossing  over  to  her  so  he  can  see  for  himself  that  she's  in  one  piece.

hope mikaelsonLast Tuesday at 10:03 AM

he mentions monsters,  and malivore,  and how he meant to tell her but ...  (  she's struck by how they've both been keeping secrets stuck in their separate crises of confidence.  )  guilt is an emotion that was already sitting in the pit of her stomach,  in her chest,  every time they spoke and she kept  everything to herself.  first seylah,  now lizzie.  she isn't sure when she got a reputation for keeping secrets from her boyfriend.  (  and she's definitely sure that it isn't one that she wants to uphold.  )  she shifts on the bed,  despite herself,  despite self control,  and moves closer to him.  " seylah killed it. "   god,  if today is the day for honesty,  she might as well come forth with all of it.  if the croatoan walks through that door again,  hungry to destroy more of life  (  a  process she set in motion  ),  she'll be defenceless.   she doesn't know if it sounds revelatory,  or just quietly accepting.  (  an international assassin known for killing monsters.  she wishes she had just been honest  now.  )  "  i'm fine.  everyone's fine. "

she feels awkward in the space,  instead of reaching out for his hands,  placing her own on her legs.  " but, "  inhale,  exhale,  focus,  " the croatoan  -  the monster that was here today  -  is basically a venus fly trap for secrets. "  she doesn't why it makes her smile,  the absurdity of the situation and her nerves blending together.  " it almost killed me for how many i've been keeping. "  she deserves to feel guilty,  he deserves honesty.  " that trip we took to kansas wasn't for nothing.  we met your mom. "   it feels unconvincing,  her shoulders shrugging high.  " the reason none of us remembered is because she found the portal before we could stop her.  i don't know why.  "  she doesn't know why.  wishes she did.  " i never forgot her.  and no,  i don't know that either. "  she wishes she did.  it would make all of this easier to explain.  " i am so sorry,  landon. "

landon kirbyLast Tuesday at 10:15 AM

he  joins  her  on  the  bed,  figures  if  they're  unpacking  heavy,  guilt-inducing  secrets,  he  should  probably  be  sitting  for  it.   he  notices  how  her  hands  don't  reach  for  him  but  doesn't  think  anything  of  it,  not  when  his  mind's  preoccupied  with  what  she  has  to  say.   a  few  weeks  ago,  he  thinks  he'd  be  angry;   hurt  that  she  hadn't  told  him  something  that  important.    except  now,  maybe  he  gets  it.   he's  met  seylah,  looked  in  her  eyes  and  found  out  some  truths  he's  not  quite  sure  how  to  stomach.   if  she  threw  herself  back  in  that  pit,   well,  maybe  --  he  doesn't  get  it,  but  he  does.    (  maybe  she  was  just  trying  her  best.   trying  not  to  hurt  him.   he's  hurt  anyway,  but  that's  the  thing  about  good  intentions  --  sometimes  you  can  try  your  best  and  people  still  get  hurt.  ) he  swallows  hard  past  the  lump  in  his  throat,  nods  his  head  once.   a  venus  fly  trap  for  secrets.  wow.   he's  kind  of  glad  he  missed  that  one,  not  so  sure  he'd  want  to  announce  to  the  world  some  of  the  truths  he's  been  clutching.   "  i  know  why. "    it's  said  quietly,  like  he's  afraid  to  give  life  to  the  thoughts  churning  inside  of  him.  "  or --  i  can  guess.   i  don't  remember,  so  i  can't  be  sure. "   that  must  be  how  he'd  lost  the  picture.   seylah  took  it.   he  wants  to  be  angry,  but  he  thinks  he's  just  numb.   "  she  never  wanted  to  be  a  mother.   it  was  -- "     ah,  nope.   he  cuts  himself  off,  decides  to  spin  it  in  another  direction.   (  he's  scared  of  what  will  happen  when  he  says  it  out  loud.  )   "  turns  out,  you're  not  the  only  person  in  the  room  who's  had  their  dad  referred  to  as  the  great  evil. "    his  smile  is  tight.   "  i  know who  my  dad  is. "   a  lengthy  pause.   " malivore. "

hope mikaelsonLast Tuesday at 10:43 AM

she shifts further towards him when he joins her,  one leg falling under her to turn to him.  she still yearns to touch him,  can't think of a time she hasn't,  but keeps herself checked.  (  caught up in what he deserves.  )  she wonders,  waits in a space,  for a few moments as his reaction forms.  she'd understand if he was upset,  even more if he was angry.  (  that is,  of course,  how her own emotions register.  )  she exhales when he starts to speak.  i know why.  she really hopes,  prays,  that what's about to come out of his mouth isn't going to be self-deprecation born out of a conversation with his mother.  (  she can face her,  recognises seylah's faults and tries to encourage her to be there for the person who needs her.  especially because she's still haunted by the fifteen year old version of herself,  begging her father to love her.  )

" landon ... "  it's sympathetic,  but not interrupting.  she's going to let him talk,  let him air all of this out.  especially if this is the last time he gets this safety with her.  (  it's her responsibility,  after everything they've built,  to give him that.  )  about his father,   -   a revelation she will quietly wait for  - about them,  about everything.  and then,  all of her plans fall dead before her.  malivore.   (  she's going to break all her rules.  )  it's instinctive,  shifting to hold both of his hands in hers.   " hey. "  she doesn't know if he's going down the same path she often does,  doesn't know if he's questioning who he is and who he can be.  doesn't know if he's talking himself out of the person he is to protect everyone else.  but if his smile is any indication,  there's a part of her in him.." listen to me.  you are not your father.  "  she doesn't know if telling him will make any difference.  but she tries.  (  unlike before,  all her face shows now is unflinching sincerity.  fight.  )  " and yeah,  monsters are probably going to keep coming. "  god knows why,  but they'll keep going.  " and we are probably going to have to deal with your mom, a and malivore. "  protecting him from that reality does no good anymore.

" but last time i checked, "  her hand shifts from in his to on his cheek,  too gentle for her original intentions,  " you're the person who told me our parents sins don't define us. "  evil is relative.

landon kirbyLast Tuesday at 11:03 AM

he  looks  up  when  her  hands  cover  his  own,  no  longer  trying  to  pointedly  ignore  her  gaze.  in  ways,  he's  been  stalling  this  conversation  because  he  knew  she  was  the  voice  of  reason,  would  remove  the  filter  of  bias  that  clouds  his  vision  when  it  comes  to  introspection.   it's  easy  for  him  to  say  that  she's  nothing  like  her  father,  like  the  great  evil  they  write  about  in  history  books,  but  somehow  it's  not  as  easy  to  stomach  when  the  mirror's  turned  around  on  him.   (  he's  a  hypocrite.   he  acknowledges  it,  doesn't  know  how  to  not.  ) "  i  can't  believe  my  own  words  are  being  used  against  me. "   he  cracks  a  smile,  a  real  one  this  time.    he  squeezes  her  hands,  sucks  in  a  breath.   "  logically,  i  know  you're  right.   we  don't  get  to  choose  our  parents,  or  our  circumstances. "   he  certainly  wouldn't  have  chosen  the  cards  he  was  dealt.   "  ...  but  every  time  a  monster  shows  up,  or  someone  gets  hurt, "   his  vision  darkens.   "  it's  on  me. "   his  fault,  his  responsibility.   so  far  they've  been  lucky,  no  one's  gotten  seriously  hurt,  but  what  happens  when  they  do ?    he  thinks  it's  selfish,  staying  here  when  his  presence  puts  people  in  danger,  but  he  doesn't  know  where  he'd  go  either.    he  has  people  here,  people  he  loves  --  people  who  love  him.   is  it  more  selfish  to  stay,  or  to  leave  ?    (  he's  thought  about  this  a  lot  lately,  gone  back  and  forth  so  many  times  it's  like  whiplash.  )     "  dr.  saltzman  kicked  me  out  before  --  maybe  he  was  right. ". he  pulls  his  hands  back,  rubs  at  the  back  of  his  neck  the  way  he  always  does  when  he's  anxious;   when  he's  about  to  do,  or  say,  something  that  might  be  stupid.   except  he's  already  done  that,  said  the  very  ghosts  of  thoughts  that  have  been  haunting  him  the  last  month.    or  at  least,  the  kohl's  notes  version.    some  truths,  some  revelations,  should  never  see   the  light  of  day.

"  i'm  sorry,  i  didn't  mean  to  unload  all  of  that  onto  you. "  a  weak  smile's  flashed,  his  back  straightening  as  he  clears  his  throat.   "  guilty  conscience,  i  guess. "    a  lopsided  shrug  of  one  shoulder,  fixing  his  gaze  back  onto  her  again.    "  --   you  wanted  to  talk  to  me  about  something  ?  i'm  assuming  it's  not  monster  related. "      it  would  be  easy  to  assume  that  it  was,  that  the  truth  monster  would  feed  off  the  unspoken  truths  between  them,  but  there's  a  nagging  prickling  at  the  edge  of  his  rationale  that  says  there  has  to  be  more.

hope mikaelsonLast Tuesday at 11:23 AM

" hmm,  get used to it. "  it's good advice,  wise advice.  they are nothing like their parents,  not even if the most haunted things stay with them in the middle of the night.  (  she shouldn't,  however,  be telling him to get used to anything.  )  her smile is real,  mirroring his,  squeezes his hands back.  (  she loves him,  she really,  truly does.  she simply doesn't love him alone.  )  she shakes off his admittance of blame,  his accountability,  as null and void.  "  no,  it's not. "   she's a hypocrite too.  " dr. saltzman sent you away to protect you.  not to protect us. "

she doesn't know if he's noticed,  but they're a school full of supernatural witches,  werewolves,  vampires and all things in between.  " and we might be in the middle of an apocalypse, "  monsters engulfing them with the barrier down,  mystic falls probably grateful for the reprieve,  " but that doesn't mean you have to sacrifice yourself to stop it. "   she'd do the same,  if it were her.  that's the whole problem.  she understands where he's coming from,  understands this yearning to protect the people he loves.  she needs to work on it.  (  maybe he does too.  )  "  we'll figure it out.  all of us.  "   because that's what they always do. he diverts the subject,  pulls his hands back,  and she feels the anxiety that's become familiar start to cling to her.  " don't be. "  she shakes her head again,  offers him a smile in reassurance. " i'm not. "  she's not sorry he walked into her life,  she's not he's malivore's son either.  (  the only part she's really,  truly,  sorry about is what she has to say now.  )   " i know the feeling. "  a breath,  swallowing around the truth as he had.  now it's her turn to spill everything.." and that's actually what i wanted to talk to you about. "  it's moments like this she's reminded why she doesn't like herself with words.  they never come out right,  she can never quite conjure them into the speeches he's capable of.  seeming effortless and romantic and wonderful.  that's just not who she is.  " when the croatoan attacked today,  lizzie was here. "  her heart is pounding.  rip the bandaid off,  quick and easy.  face the rejection,  rebuild her life.  (  listen to lizzie's advice.  not everyone leaves.  ) " and uh,  she was in danger.  and i got so scared,  and it wasn't leaving.  and i had to tell her everything. "  rip it off.  quick and easy.  " i'm in love with her,  landon. "  it still doesn't taste right.  does no one any good.  " and that doesn't mean i don't love you. "  she doesn't think she's ever talked this much in the quiet.  " and it's not about you,  or about her.  it's not like i was trying. i just, "  she doesn't know what she's searching for,  " it just happened. "   she's rambling.  and not in a good way.  " and i am so sorry. "

landon kirbyLast Tuesday at 11:53 AM

he  wants  to  believe  her.   he  wants  to  believe  that  he  should  stay,  that  he  belongs  here  --  that  he's  part  of  the  team.   maybe  not  an  integral  member,  he's  more  hindrance  than  help,  but  he knows  now  what  he's  capable  of.   (  his  alternative  self  might  have  been  a  dick,  but  he's  proof  that  he  can  be  something  more.   something  better.  )    there's  a  light  at  the  end  of  the  tunnel,  some  glimmer  of  hope;    of  maybe  one  day,  no  longer  facing  malivore  as  an  imminent  threat.    he  wants  to  believe  that,  so  for  today  -  he  does.   (  it  might  not  last.   he  might  waiver,  change  his  mind,  but  for  now   he  ignores  the  voices  in  his  head  telling  him  to  run  and  decides  to  stay.  )    "  all  of  us. "   he  repeats  it  with  a  nod,  like  it's  a  mantra  that'll  lead  to  their  salvation.  "  together.". of  all  the  truths  he  was  expecting,  all  the  possible  scenarios  he  could  have  imagined,  this  wasn't  one  of  them.  he's  stunned  into  silence;   which,  in  a  way,  might  be  worse  than  being  angry.    he  wants  to  be  angry,   he  does,  but  it's  hard  to  be  angry  with  someone  you  love.    "  you  love  lizzie. "    he  repeats  it,  acknowledges  the  way  he  leaves  out  one  of  the  key  words.   in.    she's  in  love  with  lizzie.     he  doesn't  like  the  way  that  tastes  in  his  mouth,   bitter  and  unfriendly.      "  you  -- "    he  breaks  off  again,  confusion  clouding  his  processing  as  he  opens  and  closes  his  mouth  a  few  times.    she  loves  lizzie,  but  she  also  loves  him.     there's  a  part  of  him  that  wonders,  in  a  moment  of  darkness,  if  he's  being  punk'd.    maybe  will  thought  it  would  be  funny,   to  catch  the  look  on  his  face.    except,  no,  none  of  them  are  that  cruel.    he  has  to  believe  that  they  aren't  because  if  the  people  he  loves  are  that  cruel  ...  maybe  he's  never  really  known  them.    he  swallows  hard,  fingers  picking  at  the  skin  around  his  thumbnail  as  he  works  it  over  in  his  head.   (  he  can't  look  at  her.   he  doesn't  trust  himself.  not  yet.  ). there's  a  part  of  him  that  feels  responsible.   no,  culpable.   maybe  he  was't  there  for  her,  wasn't  enough,  and  that  meant she  needed  more.   it's  not  like  he  knew  what  he  was  doing,  or  even  how  to  take  care  of  himself  let  alone  anyone  else.  (  he's  projecting;   if  he  blames  himself,  maybe  he  won't  have  to  blame  her.    or  no  one.    who  do  you  blame  in  a  situation  where  everyone  loses  ?  )      "  how  long. "   it's  murmured  at  first,  not  quite  a  question.   finally  he  looks  up,  clears  his  throat  and  asks  again.   "  how  long  have  you  been  in  love  with  her  ? "

January 22, 2020

hope mikaelsonLast Wednesday at 9:42 AM

there's something off about hearing her truth out of his lips.  yes,  she does love lizzie.  yes,  she is in love with lizzie.  but,  no,  it's not the same as loving him.  she loves him in a way that makes her believe she could forever.  with lizzie,  it simply feels ... inevitable.  like their whole lives,  through chambers of miscommunication and resentment and lies,  they've been supposed to get here.  simple course correction from her faults,  and lizzie's faults,  and the world that kept them apart.  loving lizzie is so different to loving landon.  (  she wishes she could tell him that.  could work through the differences and encourage them.  tell him that as long as she has both of them,  however she has both of them,  she'll be okay.  but,   at this point,  she isn't sure that's going to make any difference.  ) " i do. "  she loves them both.  she can't choose,  as though a choice particularly mattered.  if she chose lizzie,  she'd be choosing to wait.  to put all of her loneliness on a person who's already found the antidote to hers.  if she chose landon,  she'd be choosing to lie to him.  and they didn't lie to each other.  (  not after everything.  )  she doesn't know what else to offer,  the truth on it's bare bones before them.  any placation she offers,  any differentiation she makes,  she thinks will only help in the aftermath.  as they speak,  she thinks,  they're still wading through the rubble.  ( hence the door that's still lying,  in pieces,  on the ground.  ).he asks her how long and she has to consider it for a moment.  she's distracted by the movement of his gaze,  hope flaring in her chest,  wondering if this is a good thing.  wondering how long it has been.  she supposes lizzie's always stood out to her.  as a person trying to get close to her first,  and then an enemy who'd finally given up on her.  and now as her best friend.  she supposes that she's wanted to love lizzie for a long time.  that love simply transcended boundaries,  and definitions,  now.  (  it's just course correction,  she thinks.  but she doesn't think explaining her long and winding history with lizzie is going to do either of them any good. )  when she first became conscious that the way she looked at lizzie was different,  though,  she can pin point that. " after i slept with her. "   after he slept with will,  after they did a harmless,  teenage thing.  at least,  it was supposed to be.(edited)

landon kirbyLast Wednesday at 10:16 AM

the  answer  he  gets  is  both  the  one  he  wants,  and  the  one  he  doesn't.    if  she'd  known  before,  if  they'd  gone  into  that  night  on  uneven  footing,  he  thinks  it  would  be  worse.   can  he  really  be  mad  about  this  ?  about  something  he  happily  went  along  with  ?   he's  not  sure.    he's  equal  parts  confused  and  upset,  but  the  anger  hasn't  really  registered.   it  would  be  easier  if  it  had.   if  he  was  angry,  if  he  could  cling  to  it  like  a  shield,  maybe  it  could  protect  him  from  the  inevitable  crash.    (  his  walls  came  down  around  her  and  he  isn't  sure  how  to  throw  them  back  up.   the  dust  crunches  under  his  feet,  reminds  him  why  he  fought.  )     "  okay. ". is  it  ?  okay  ?  he's  not  sure.   maybe  it's  because  there's  so  much  uncertainty  in  this  confession;   he's  not  sure  what  he's  wading  through,  where  any  of  the  other  moving  parts  fit  into  this  equation.   is  lizzie  in  love  with  her  ?  if  she  is,  where  does  this  leave  will  ?  leave  him  ?    there's  uncertainty  in  the  unknown  and  that's  what  he  hates  about  all  of  this.    the  unknown,  of  not  knowing  where  he  stands  --  what  this  means.   "  does  she  -- "    he  pauses,  rephrases.    he's  upset,  but  this  is  still  someone  he  loves.   hurting  someone  else  because  you're  hurting  just  makes  everyone  lose.    (  today,  he  chooses  to  keep  fighting.   he  won't  throw  in  the  towel  just  because  it's  hard.   not  unless  the  fight's  truly,  and  welly,  over  )     "  is  this  --  are  you  breaking  up  with  me  ? "   that's  the  question   he  needs  to  know,  isn't  it  ?   if  this  is  a  storm  they're  weathering,  or  if  she's  bailing  out  as  the  water  comes  rushing  in.      "  are  you  and  lizzie -- "   he  breaks  off,  can't  really  find  the  right  words,  but  he  thinks  she'll  know  where  he  was  going.   she  is,  after  all,  someone  who's  always  managed  to  see  right  through  him.   he  assumes  that  hasn't  changed.    (  or  has  it  ?   he  doesn't  know.  ). it  dawns  on  him,  in  the  pesky  way  that  only  regrets  can,  that  while  he  was  having  fun  --  she  was  falling  in  love.    it's  ironic,  makes  him  want  to  laugh  even  though  it's  not  funny.    he  does  love  will,   felt  some  type  of  something  from  the  very  minute  they  met,  but  it  was  never  like  this.    maybe  in  another  life,   in  a  world  where  there  was  no  hope,  no lizzie,  but  that  wasn't  the  world  they  lived  in.     except  for  hope,  it  is.     he  can't  hold  it  against  her,   knows  the  heart  sometimes  wants  what  it  wants  regardless  of  your  best  intentions,   but  can  he  live  with  it  ?   live  with  knowing  there's  someone  else  in  the  equation  ?    always  wondering  when  the  other  shoe   will  drop  and  he'll  end  up  alone  ?    that's  what  he's  unsure  of.   that's  what  plunges  his  veins  with  ice  water,   sees  him  resisting  every  urge  to   run   so  he's  not  just  another  C O W A R D   afraid  to  face  the  truth.   (  he's  been  running  for  so  long.   maybe  it's  time  he  finally  stopped.  )

hope mikaelsonLast Wednesday at 11:40 AM

it's not okay,  she knows that.  intellectually and rationally she can recognise,  if the roles were reversed,  she'd be running for the hills.  (  she wouldn't even know where to begin.  )  she knows he could too,  that he has before,  but she chooses to take the fact they're both sitting in carefully elected silence as a good sign.  he pauses,  rephrases,  recalculates,  and it's odd to watch.  she doesn't suppose she's ever really seen him fail with words.  (  if this is stripping even their most basic inclinations,  it's a cue of what they have to face.  )  for once,  she has to take his place.  put everything behind honest sentiments and hope for the best.

in an odd way,  asking if she's breaking up with him is a relief.  " no. "  she shakes her head,  longs to reach out and grip his hands  (  physical intimacy,  actions are louder than words  )  and simply lays her hands between them on the bed.  an invitation for a more appropriate time.  (  she's always worked in inches.  push and pull.  )  " the last thing i want to do is break up with you. "  or be broken up with.  the following question is undeniably painful  but   it's the kind of pain she could learn to live with.  lizzie didn't reject her,  or leave her.  she isn't planning to.  she isn't loved romantically,  but she is  loved.  and,  despite what her initial heartbreak would cue,  that's enough.  " we aren't. "  she assures,  and is surprised by how steady her voice sounds.." she loves will.  and i'm okay with that. "  she isn't,  in some epistemic sense of what they could have had,  but she is now.  in their world.  she'll have to be.  (  right now,  the wound is too fresh and she feels too  of the situation to hope for anything else.  )  " she's my best friend. "   there's an unspoken statement within the title.  she's going to be around.  lizzie may not love her,  may never love her,  but she's going to be here.  always.

landon kirbyLast Wednesday at 12:09 PM

when  her  hands  move,  there's  a  panicked  part  of  him  that  thinks  it's  too  soon.   she'll  reach,  he'll  flinch,  and  a  chasm  will  open  up  between  them.   he  doesn't  want  that,  and  he  could  practically  cry  when  she  lets  them  rest  between  them.    god,  this  is  why  he  loves  her.    why  even  right  now,  even  in  this  period  of  confusion  and  uncertainty,  she  still  knows  what  he  needs;    or  what  he  doesn't.     there's  a  ghost  of  a  smile  on  his  face,  hands  coming  up  to  cover  his  face  for  a  moment  as  he  takes  in  a  breath.    this  calm  ...  it's  exhausting,  if  he's  honest.    he  knows  it's  a  choice,  that  he  could  easily  work  himself  up  --  yell,  scream,  hate,  but  who  does  that  help  ?  what  does  it  serve  ?   he's  been  on  the  receiving  end  of  that  kind  of  '  love  '   in  the  past  and  he  knows  that's  not  healthy.  it's  not  okay.     (  this  isn't  okay,  but  he  thinks  they  will  be.  ). he  nods  his  head  once  his  hands  fall  away,  they  drop  into  his  lap  as  he  organizes  his  thoughts.   "  i  don't  want  to  say  this  is  okay  because  it  isn't. "   he  has  to  be  honest,  even  if  it's  hard.   "   but  we  always  said  we  wouldn't  lie  to  each  other.   so  as  awful  as  this  feels  right  now  --  i'm  glad  you  told  me.  you  didn't  have  to. "    she  could  have  sat  on  it,   could  have  let  it  fester  until  it  exploded  at  an  inopportune  time.   that,  he  thinks,  would  have  been  worse.   maybe  irreparably  so.      "  i  guess  i'm  just  confused.   i  don't  know  what  this  means  for  us. "   he  sucks  in  a  breath,   realizing   that  at  some  point  he's  stopped  looking  at  her.  he  needs  to  see  her  now,  meets  her  gaze  and  searches.    he  doesn't  see  any  half  truths,  or  things  left  unsaid.   nothing  that  screams  '  trouble '  and  makes  him  want  to  run  for  the hills.   (  though,  he  does  acknowledge,  it  might  have  been  easier  if  he  did.  the  right  thing  and  the  easy  thing  are  hardly  ever  one  and  the  same.  ). "  i  don't  want  to  break  up. "     he  wasn't  entirely  sure  of  that,  not  until  he  says  it  out  loud.   "  but, "     this  is  important,  something  he  needs  to  say.   "  i  don't  want  to  wonder  if  things  would  be  different  if  lizzie  wasn't  with  will. "    he  doesn't  want  to  be  anyone's  consolation  prize.   they  both  deserve  better  than  that.   "  or  wonder  why  i  wasn't  enough. "   he  thinks  it  has  to  be  the  intensity  of  this  conversation,  of  the  variety  of  topics  covered,  that  gives  him  the  courage  to  say;   to  not  cower,  to  say  what's  on  his  mind  and  to  not  let  it  remain  unsaid for  god  knows  how  long.   "  so  if  you  need  time  to  figure  that  out  --  to  be  sure,   i  can  wait. "    he's  not  running.   he's  not  going  anywhere.    "   i  just  need  to  know  we're  ...  on  the  same  page. "    or  at  least  in  the  same  book.    he's  not  picky.   he  can  acknowledge  that  there's  a  lot  to   unpack  here,  more  than  can  be  processed  in  a  single  conversation,   but  he's  trying.     he's  trying  because  he  loves  her,   that  hasn't  changed.    (  he'd  said  he'd  fight.    so  he  is.  )(edited)

hope mikaelsonLast Wednesday at 1:28 PM

staying,  as with everything,  comes in different forms.  she's had people fight for her,  barter for her,  die for her.  she's simply never had anyone ... stay for her.  it's always seemed so literal to her.  her father god knows where  for most of her life,  her family spread across the globe.  sent away to a boarding school she didn't know how to adjust to with people she'd never met.  (  she'd come to call them family,  but she couldn't have known that then.  in fact,  she doesn't think she really knew that until recently.  )  she knows that's why the word feels as rooted as the act.  if crisis was quiet,  deafening silence,  then staying was loud.  and vibrant.  in her mind,  at least.   sitting here,  ultimately in careful silence with the boy she loves,  when he has every reason to leave   (  even if there isn't a door to slam  ),  makes her realise she's been wrong. she always knew that emma,  and dr. saltzman,  and her parents,  were right about her.  she was damaged,  and scared,  and she internalised it and forced it into something powerful.  anger was a weapon from a woman who could destroy villages on a whim.  (  her aunts words chimed in her mind often  ;  people like you and me,  we can't get angry.  )  she thinks all that anger she's been holding onto  -  the anger that exploded onto lizzie before she imploded  -  turns her into a person she isn't certain she wants to be.  she still needs to make peace with her parents  (  and her culpability in their deaths  )  and her family.  but landon,  even if he ran,  even if he stole a knife,  even if she sent him away and he went ... he's never left her.  it's taken recognising not all victories are celebrations to recognise that.  (  god,  she loves  him.  )." i wanted to tell you. "  that much is true.  because they don't lie to each other.  she might value that now more than ever.  she can't blame him for anything he says next.  confusion is better than anger,  and it's a hell of a lot better than fear.  she hopes like hell it stays that way.  he continues, she waits. he doesn't want to break up,  she doesn't allow herself to relax yet.  she waits,  and she listens,  until she recognises she needs to take time to think of this.  she doesn't want to be away from him,   wait to be sure,  about a reality that doesn't exist.  (  her dilemma earlier  ;  choosing between them.  she stands by her conclusion.  it doesn't matter.  she can have them both.  )

she should do the unselfish thing.  let them settle,  let them recognise who they are to each other.  if he can wait,  so can she.  (  but god,  she doesn't want to.  )  she takes a few moments,  thinks about her answer,  because she can't underestimate how important it is.   " i don't want  lizzie at the expense of you. "  it sounds contemplative,  like she's reached the only conclusion that makes any sense,  as she meets his eyes.  " and i understand if you need to take some time too. "  she does.  they're both staying.  (  she hopes.  )  " but i didn't fall for her because you aren't enough. "  quite the opposite actually.  he may have happened to teach her love didn't always end in tragedy.  she wants to shift closer,  but she doesn't.  she simply keeps her hands as they are.(edited)

January 24, 2020

landon kirbyLast Friday at 4:38 PM

he’s  never  known  a  love  like  this.   never  looked  at  someone  and  knew,  without  a  shadow  of  a  doubt,  that  they  were  meant  to  be  in  his  life.   he’d  thought  maybe  it  was  fate,  the  universe  throwing  them  into  each  other’s  trajectories  because  they  were  soulmates  --  but  maybe  there’s  more  to  it  than  that.   maybe  it’s  not  fate,  not  some  cosmic  intervention  that  they  have  no  control  over.   maybe  love  is  a  choice;   choosing  not  to  run.   choosing  to  stay.   choosing  to  fight.   (  i’ll  always  be  the  guy  who  fights,  he’d  said  once.   it’s  a  promise  he  isn’t  looking  to  break.  )     so  he  listens,  really  listens,  and  nods  his  head  to  ensure  she  knows;    he’s  not  jumping  in  impulsively,  disregarding  the  gravity  of  their  situation.    he  knows  that  this  should  be  a  death  sentence,  a  final  nail  in  the  coffin  of  their  relationship  --  so  why  isn’t  it  ?  why  isn’t  he  running  ?    why  does  he  stay  ?   it’s  easy.   it’s  not  even  a  question,  not  something  he  needs  to  think  about  or  dwell  on.     there  were  no  nails.   no  red  flags.   one  nail  won’t  keep  the  lid  closed,  won’t  end  the  story  before  it  even  gets  a  chance  to  blossom.. he’s  holding  on  because  he  has  no  reason  not  to.   she’s  never  given  him  any  reason  to  doubt  her  before,  so  why  would  he  start  now  ?   (  honesty,  he’s  learned,  isn’t  a  trap;  it’s  salvation.  )      so  he  doesn’t  hesitate  as  he  shakes  his  head,  his  hands  finally  seeking  hers  out.   he  laces  their  fingers  together,  squeezes  twice.   he  knows  with  absolute  certainty  that  this  is  what  he  wants;   was  there  really  ever  any  doubt  ?    maybe  the  easier  option  would  be  to  leave,  to  throw  distance  between  them  and  try  to  protect  his  heart.   but  does  breaking  your  own  heart  to  stave  off  future  heartbreak  ever  really  work  ?   whether  by  your  hand,  or  not,  the  heartbreak  stings  all  the  same.   (  why  be  miserable  when  you  could  choose  to  not  be  ?  it’s  a  gamble  but  the  best  things  in  life  often  are..  ).  “  i  think  i  should  move  back  into  my  old  room.   at  least  for  awhile. ”   it’s  never  been  official,  his  presence  here.   he  has  his  own  room,  cobwebs  gathering  on  the  bed  posts  as  he  spends  his  nights  in  hers.   he  isn’t  ready  to  let  go,  but  he  rationalizes  that  a  little  space  might  not  hurt  them.   could  even  be  good.  healthy.     “  slow  things  down,  a  little.  while  we  figure  all  of  this  out.   i  can’t  say  it’ll  be  easy,  or  that  i  won’t  be  jealous  sometimes, ”   better  to  be  honest,  ensure  they’re  on  equal  footing.   “  ---  but  i  love  you. ”    that’s  important,  needs  to  be  said.   “  that  hasn’t  changed. ”      he  offers  up  a  smile,  swallowing  hard  past  the  lump  in  his  throat.   “  ...  and  it’ll  be  okay. ”    he  believes  it,  means  it  whole  heartedly  when  he  says  it.   “  we’ll  be  okay. ”     he  can  follow  her  lead,  proceed  in  these  uncharted  waters  together.    in  truth,  he  needs  her  --  need  to  be  with  her,  knows  she’s  a  calming  influence  when  he  feels  like  he’s  one  misstep  from  tumbling  over  the  rails.   he  likes  to  think  they  balance  each  other  ---  drown  out  the  demons,  guide  towards  the  light.   (  yeah,  it’s  a  choice.   not  one  he’ll  regret.  )(edited)

January 25, 2020

hope mikaelsonYesterday at 3:45 PM

at the end of the day,  she's optimistic.  she knows that's far from her natural state,  that she's been a pessimist pretending to be a realist for a long time now.  (  really,  she thought being left was an inevitable reality.  perhaps thats where her  ' realism ' came from.  )  and she knows that she could never call this a good thing.  it hurts two of the people she loves the most,  carves a hole in her own chest to set her insecurities alive.  it's not a good thing by any means,  but it doesn't feel quite so ... crippling either.  she feels safe.  despite the fact there is a croatoan still running around,  likely ruining lives and collecting secrets,  as they speak.  despite the fact she still has to fix her damn door.  she looks at landon,  notices how he laces their fingers together like he misses her just as much as he misses him,  and realises that okay her life is pretty far from ruined.  it's hit a speed bump,  an unexpected complication,  but it didn't crash.  (  hopefully,  it isn't going to when they turn around the next bend either.  )  she still has a best friend,  she still has a boyfriend.  and,  more importantly,  she still has lizzie as her best friend and landon as her boyfriend.  (  selfishly,  she's kind of glad she's able to love them both.  it's not a good thing  but,  one day when the dust of immediate revelations has settled,  she thinks she'll be grateful for the ability to love two wonderful people at the same time.  she's lucky that way.  ).her smile isn't swayed by landon's suggestions,  because none of them seem like leaving.  because,  even if they did,  she knows he isn't.  she squeezes his hands in return,  twice,  as she watches him.  (  just for a moment,  as they talk about the future as a certainty,  she lets herself remember how in love she is.  )  and sure,  she isn't super excited about the prospect of sleeping alone more often,  even less at the jealously she knows she can't deny,  but she thinks that's a normal reaction.  they're going to adjust,  not change.  that's what's important.  " i think that's a good idea. "  she could make a joke,  ask about which nights she's allowed to stay over,  ask about who lando's staying with,   but she thinks it has to come up organically.  when landon's ready to resume being the way they were,  when they both are,  they'll know.  (  she's really looking forward to that.  )  " i love you too. "  she would usually kiss him at moments like this.  when she doesn't trust herself.  she's just going to have to get better with words.  " and i know i can't ask you not to be jealous,  but i can remind you of that. "  that hasn't changed for him,  he promises.  " that hasn't changed for me either. "  she doubts it ever will..we'll be okay,  he tells her,  and she truly believes him.  not because she has blind faith in landon kirby,  not because she loves him.  but simply because she's thought actions speak louder than words  (  hence her persistent preference for physical affection  )  and he's sitting here with her.  still sitting here with her.  not angry,  not rash,  not throwing out everything they've built.  talking to her.  landon is staying,  despite everything she's told him.  that's  why she believes him.  ( and,  more certainly,  she thinks that's why she trusts him too.  )

#( interactions ) #( hope ) #tw: ugly formatting

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My Kind of Healthy – Entry 1

Disclaimer: This is a staggeringly homo blog and I will not be offering definitions for the terms used because it would turn my journal entries into a dictionary. If you are unfamiliar with a term you will be able to find a definition online.

This blog contains discussion of suicide and depression. If this makes you feel unsafe, please leave.

 Fat Hides No Sins

 So I turned into a fat bitch. It happened so quickly. I used to be skinny, I used to be underweight but then depression hit me full force. A little background, I’m transgender and I went for full Facial Feminization Surgery in another country. Now, good people in the global trans community will often tell you not to pin all your hopes and dreams on surgery. Especially if you already have a mental illness, it is incredibly dangerous to your mental stability to hold expectations that things will radically improve. Things may get considerably better, they may get worse, or they may not get better at all. For me, it was the latter. As much as I tried not to hope, I had dreams that my ability to “pass” for female would miraculously improve, but they didn’t. Even in the good months after my recovery I would still be misgendered half of the time, about at the same rate as before my surgery to fix my face.

 There are a few reasons this may be the case, most significantly is that I am quite tall, flat chested and have a naturally deep voice. Even with the benefits of a natural looking feminine face, I was still mistaken for a man with considerable regularity. People noticed my femininity and assumed I was a gay man, a common phenomena for trans women. This was heartbreaking for me. Some trans folks are happy and content with not passing. You have your Alok Vaid-Menon’s and your Jacob Tobia’s, wonderful nonbinary folk who find meaning and identity in looking visibly trans. And there are even binary trans people who are content with not passing. I am not one of them, unfortunately. I wish I were but then again, the grass is always greener. But for whatever reason I am born with the condition of being trans, I am also saddled with the need to pass. I’m your stereotyped-to-shit, run of the mill, boring old binary trans woman replete with body dysphoria. I’m just a regular girl who wants to be seen as such, although unfortunately I have trans obstacles in my way. And for me, they are obstacles. There have been people who have encouraged me to embrace my obvious transness but for me it is not so simple. I don’t just want to pass, I need it to live my authentic and true self.

 Now, instead of doing the clever thing and seeing my FFS as one stepping stone in the much larger pursuit of transition happiness, I stopped caring about my body altogether. I drank heavily and regularly, took up vaping and most of all, I binge ate my way to obesity. Now I am severely overweight. My doctor has started to worry for my health, and so have I. A lot of my fat friends talk to me about internalized fatphobia, the societal shame we inherit about our fat bodies. They tell me I have this fatphobia materialized in my desire to be skinny again. After all, as they tell me, there is nothing wrong with being fat. And yes there is truth to this, there is nothing inherently immoral about anyone’s body, be you fat, skinny, average or uncommon weight. I believe this. However, fatness brings with it a form of androgyny. As I’ve gotten fatter I have been more consistently misgendered and this is something I need to remedy with fitness, exercise and weight loss. I have been told that “fat can hide a lot of sins for trans women” through providing us with bigger hips, breasts etc. Well this may be true for some trans women but not for me. Even though I have been on hormones for the better part of a decade, I still carry fat like a man. Huge stomach and arms, less added comfort for my hips, butt and breasts. So weight loss is a must for me. As far as I see it, losing fat to get back to my normal weight is as essential as going for breast augmentation and genital reconstructive surgery.

 So like too many fat bitches I’m making a blog. The key difference between me and most of my fat friends is, unlike them, I actually see fat as a bad problem and wish to remedy this. Obesity is unhealthy. Fatness is a lifestyle choice for some, sure, but not for me. My fatness is a symptom of my depression, and it is putting my wellbeing, physical and mental at serious risk. This blog is my place to post updates about my transition, specifically my journey to a fitter and healthier body. My goals are simple; I want to pass, I want to be fit and I want mental stability. I used to be skinny and fit and I’ll become that way again through hard, steady, constant work. And I can pass too, by paying the same attention to my overall physical wellbeing as I place on exercise and diet. As for mental health, I have depression, anxiety and psychosis; but through consistent medication and therapy I will manage my mental disorders and live a meaningful quality of life. Eventually my hope is to return to the sex industry as an escort. I miss escorting, it was good money and worked well with my life as a writer, allowing me to pick and choose my own hours around my creative work. But the sex industry is stuck in the 90s and you can’t make work as a fat tranny. Sure, there are some curvy cis women who make money in strip clubs or as escorts but they are an exception. I want to be skinny, to get fit and fuckable, I want to buy a pair of banging tits and have a flat stomach. And I want to make men pay to suck my tiny dick before I get rid of that too.

 I exercise six days a week, a mixture of cardio and weight training. I use the elliptical and cycle machines, and rotate my weights from day to day using a mixture of squats, leg press, reverse sit-ups and rows. This will likely change as I get fitter, but for now my main goal is to start building back the fitness I’ve lost. I also use time restricted eating, consuming food only between 11:00 am and 07:00 pm. And the food I eat is different now. No more junk food. No fast food, only dark chocolate (none of the fattier delicious milk chocolate), no candy or soda pop and all vegetarian. And no alcohol. I binge drank and ate my way to this obesity and I am now paying the price.

 My starting weight is 377.43 pounds

My original weight goal is 202.82 pounds

I have had FFS

My surgery goals are BA and GRS

 So join me, if you like, on my journey to a better trans self. The planet is hurtling at an alarming rate towards a climate change induced apocalypse. Most people my age (I am in my late twenties) cannot expect to live to an old age. As the planet dies, so too will human civilization crumble. This journal is as much a saga of my transition and fitness as it is a memoir of my final years on Earth. My plan is, once I have reached my original weight, obtained my surgeries and conquered my mental demons, to revel in my new body, enjoy the pleasures of youth and then end my life on the footsteps of our government who has so callously rejected the cry of nature in her death throes. I cannot yet say when my suicide will be, for I do not intend to be stopped, but I will make it known as the date draws closer. I have no desire to grow old and watch the end of the humanity I so love, rather I shall terminate my life at my peak and pass on with happy sentiments and an existence well spent.

 I encourage anyone reading this to consider the same. As society falls I fear we will see humans grow cruel and turn against each other. Ideally the poor will rise up and viciously devour the rich who have neglected us, but of this I cannot be certain. What I believe is that Suicide Hysteria will sweep the globe. We see it kindling in the memes of youth, gallows humor making light of suicide and depression. The next step is action. When we common people become fully aware that all is lost there will be nothing to lose. I suggested Suicide Carnivals, maddening, beautiful, loving revelry dancing the dance of death together. Direct your violence and hatred to those in power who mock and neglect us. To each other, show unconditional love and bask in the beauty of death as one people. Would you rather endure historically unprecedented suffering as the planet burns us alive, fresh water shortages, crop failure, sea level rise, war for arable land, poverty, famine and death? Or would you rather live gloriously, peacefully and embrace the end before the storm? With the global rise of right wing extremist hatred, it is certain those in power have abandoned us. Many of the masses are either too ignorant, stupid or cruel to realize the peril we face. Use what power you have to convert those around you to recognize the immediate danger threatening all life on Earth. And if this results in you joining me in suicide, so be it.

 Mother Gwendoline

#Apocalypse #Fat #Fatphobia #Fitness #Health #LGBT #LGBTQ #Lifestyle #Queer #Trans #Trans woman #Transgender #Transition #Weight loss

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Best time of year to travel to Europe

Making a decision about what is the best time to travel to Europe for holiday can be the toughest part of decision making, especially for the first time traveler. There is no best time to travel to Europe because every traveler has different preferences. LPO Holidays have the best Europe tour package which is 10 nights 11 days Europe tour package known as Europe Elegance.

Best time to visit Europe climate-wise

The sort of climate you need to revel in goes to be the primary attention of your holiday planning. Are you hoping to enjoy a white Christmas in Europe or the beautiful snowy scenes of northern wintry weather or would you opt to tour while it's warmer and you could enjoy the longer daylight hours?

Your response to this query should help you to decide when the exceptional time to tour to Europe from Australia is for you.

The great season to go to Europe is going to be exclusive for everybody so we indexed a few of the execs and cons of journeying within the various seasons below.

Pro and cons of visiting Europe in wintry weather

If a Europe winter revel in is what you are after, a number of the professionals of visiting at this time (December/January/February) include lacking the Australian summer time, experiencing surroundings and Christmas food and traditions definitely unique to what we're used to at domestic (in Australia) consisting of the first-rate Christmas markets.

Mid-December through to the stop of February - and once in a while even into March - is honestly the exceptional time to go to Europe for snow.

Each year plainly Europe’s Christmas markets become more and more famous with vacationers and they are a high-quality purpose to go to Europe at this time of 12 months.  Many markets open from overdue November until just after Christmas, with a few buying and selling until early January.

Of route you furthermore might have to take into account the downsides - shorter daytime, some points of interest (mainly in rural regions) can be closed for the wintry weather, heavy snowfalls can motive transport delays and make using tough, and there are the cold climate and cumbersome clothing that you’ll need to take to ponder, too.

Excursion and cruise corporations additionally have a tendency to have a reduced range of itineraries on provide at some point of the chillier months, but educate offerings nevertheless run regularly.

Christmas marketplace in Tallinn

Christmas markets are the main motive for vacationers to visit Europe in iciness time. This one is within the Estonian capital, Tallinn.

Pros and cons of traveling to Europe in the summer

Throughout the European summertime, there's a quite truthful danger you'll experience a few heat climate. Southern international locations like Spain, Italy, and Greece (and the south of France) tend to have a lot better temperatures than principal and northern Europe, however, there can be some surprises.

If you are traveling one of the southern regions, temperatures can be stifling warm – so test in advance that your lodging has to air-condition.

Another benefit of touring for the duration of the European summer (June/July/August) is the longer daytime - with daytime saving it's far usually light till as a minimum 9.30 pm, and plenty later inside the Scandinavian nations.

Timetables for ferries, lake cruises, cable automobile rides, and so forth are also typically increased over the summer months.

Throughout the summer season months, motorways can also be extremely busy, in particular on weekends, as EU excursion-makers head off on their annual ruin.

Flower bins in Riquewihr

Colorful flower containers are at their blooming best all through the ECU summer time.

What about Autumn (Fall) and Spring?

Autumn and Spring are popular times to tour for folks that do not enjoy extreme temperatures.  Early Autumn and past due Spring, particularly, can nonetheless offer warmish days without being both too warm or too cold so that is considered with the aid of many to be the nice time to visit southern Europe.

Irrespective of how cautiously you plan, even though, the unseasonal climate can arise. essential flooding in Germany, Hungary, and Poland in June 2013 induced havoc and disillusioned plenty of holiday plans, now not to mention livelihoods.

On the other hand, expected snowfalls can fail to eventuate as early in the season as normal - your snowy Christmas would possibly end up greater of a 'slushy' one.

If the weather isn’t the essential element in determining the excellent time to journey in order to tour to Europe, there are some other considerations to hold in mind.

Special Occasions

In case you are heading to Europe to attend a special character like a wedding or are hoping to capture a major occasion including the Tour de France or the tulip show at Holland’s Keukenhof Gardens, you're glaringly going to must be in a particular area on a selected date.

Remember that whilst primary activities occur (just like the Olympic games or Rugby international Cup, for example), lodging, flights and different journey services can be stretched to the restrict - and expenses can boom drastically.

Excursion de France

Primary occasions will have a large impact on the charge and availability of lodging and flights.

Crowds

If you do favor to travel while it is warmer, be wary of traveling throughout August. that is the month when many Europeans take their summer season vacations (loads of expert places of work in Paris definitely near for the whole month!) so anyplace you pass it is probable to be extremely busy.

If you don’t like crowds, August is certainly now not the pleasant month to visit Europe.

Principal points of interest and attractions may be a nightmare throughout August with queues of hours or extra simply to buy access tickets now not remarkable!!  I constantly you already know you'll virtually go to, but especially so if journeying within the top summer season months.

The past due European spring (April/might also) and early autumn (September/October) can make a very good alternative. in case you're not too fussed approximately excessive temperatures and genuinely need to keep away from the crowds, those are suitable months to visit Europe.

Rate

Every other thing to consider while planning when you will go to is a charge. I have previously written approximately some of the hints you must recognize before you ebook your flight to Europe, and this kind of is that touring just out of doors of the airline's 'top' season can save you a few hundred dollars.

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[georgiabread]

sometimes this has a hot, sweet taste

summary: Then, the inevitable declaration, murmured into the skin just below his ear: “I really, really love you, Phil. Like, so much.”

word count: 2.4k

trigger warnings: none

a/n: this is slightly trashy and they're uncharacteristically sappy, but maybe i got it spot on. if you can't tell, dan and phil at the beach is my favourite thing.

Santorini is sleep, sun cream and fruity cocktails all folded between a few days of calm, and Dan realises he needs it.

This revelation arrives with half-lidded eyes, his body curled into the rubber of an inflated doughnut, floating in the pool of one of those Greek villas he used to see all over holiday sites and Pinterest. The water is blue and blinding and smells like bliss, and he has never appreciated Bryony’s spontaneity more.

The trip was planned and booked before he and Phil ever got the chance to say yes, but there were no regrets involved. Excluding the ungodly hour they arrived and the frail tax-driver of which they were at the mercy, of course. The man had grappled with their lives, scurrying around cliff roads to reach their hotel, and Dan remembers watching his heart tumble across the floor of the minibus.

But no – this idea was a tremendous one. A weekend spent with the people he’s known the longest, without prying cameras and anxiety-inducing social events. It’s a weight off Dan’s back. Because he can rest, unadulterated, no what if’s and but’s attached. Because no one will recognize him and Phil in a sheltered cove off some island in the Mediterranean.

If only it was that simple back in London.

The doughnut grazes the edge of the pool, twists and pushes Dan in another direction. It’s enough to knock him from slumber. Eyelids peel open, toes curl and crack. Dan whimpers in his throat when the sun burns his eyes. Where are his sunglasses? Didn’t Phil borrow them? Damnit Phil. Half-submerged in water and sleep, he decides to blame Phil for any possible blindness.

“Ah. The beast awakens.” Bryony’s voice rises and falls over the pool’s ripples.

Dan glances around, slightly disoriented, until he finds his friend reclined on a deck chair, pineapple juice in hand. “Did Phil steal my sunglasses?” he slurs.

“Probably. He went to get ice cream with Wirrow.”

“If that bitch doesn’t get me chocolate…”

“Don’t worry. He mentioned something about you and choc ice cream.”

“Good.”

“By the way, you should get out of that pool sometime soon. Don’t want another run-in with heat stroke.”

“Fuck, why didn’t anyone wake me up?” Dan flounders in the doughnut for a moment, sinking down the hole in the centre. He eventually makes it to the steps and clambers out. He touches his arm. Definitely freckled. And definitely hot.

Bryony chuckles and sips her juice. “You were too peaceful. Here, I took a photo.”

She finds her phone and her nails patter over the screen, before a picture of Dan’s almost-naked sleeping body is shoved in Dan’s face.

Dan narrows his eyes. “Send that to me. I look mildly cute enough to post it.”

*

A thick blob of gelato drips from Dan’s cup, landing with a dollop on his thigh. It’s chocolate, bittersweet with a dash of coffee. He wipes it away with his thumb and licks it, hears Phil snigger beside him about gross boyfriends or something like that. Their ankles are hooked together underwater, the two of them perched on the side of the pool with expensive ice cream cooling their lips. There is warmth where their arms meet. Freckles are drawn together like constellations, connecting their bodies.

Dan side-eyes Phil after his muttered comment, mouth twitching. “Excuse me?”

“Nothing! I just said it’s yucky when you eat off your thigh,” Phil says, slurping on his spoon to conceal a grin.

“I thought certain people rather enjoyed eating off my skin.”

“Hey, don’t be so vulgar.” Phil shoves Dan’s shoulder, letting his cheeks accumulate a satisfying redness.

Giggling, Dan falls to the side a little more than necessary, and when he straightens up, paints Phil’s blush with his own ice cream-smothered spoon. “There. Eat that.”

“You do it.”

Eyebrows quirk up. Dan tips towards him without hesitation and drags his tongue over Phil’s skin, licking up the cream. Phil gags and scrubs his cheek, his nose crinkling in mock-disgust. “Urgh. You’re horrible. That was hardly sexual.”

Dan pouts. “Is my tongue no longer appealing?”

“Not when you get your saliva all over my face.”

“I’m disappointed in you.” Dan scoops at his gelato, watching his partner carefully. There’s a glint leftover in his eyes. Phil definitely loved it. Dan looks away to hide a smile, rubbing Phil’s foot with his own.

There is a silence. It takes a long, soothing breath, settles around them like a blanket. Dan focuses on the ocean before them. It’s a vast and glossy thing that oddly comforts him. There’s something about the enormity of it, knowing he’s so far away from the responsibilities and hassle of their London life, that puts him at ease.

“We should do this more often.”

“Do what? Lick each other’s faces?”

“No, idiot. Go on holiday. It’s…nice.” Dan’s voice grows soft. “Just being here with you, that’s nice. And – I can hold your hand when we’re in public and stuff, without worrying who’s gonna see and question us or…or expose us online. Of course it’s great hanging with Bryony and Wirrow, but. We never get enough time like this, you know? Time alone, I mean.”

Phil had reached up and brushed his fingers through Dan’s matted curls while he was talking. Now his fingertips land on his jaw, and Dan turns his head. He watches the smaller sea swirling in Phil’s eyes.

“Yeah, I know,” Phil whispers. Their ice cream is a distant memory. “What if we went to Japan again? I can propose under the cherry blossoms.”

“If you do that, I’ll actually say no simply because it’s too cheesy.”

“Rude.”

Phil kisses him then – delicate, a reassurance. He tugs on his bottom lip, leaves a taste of lime and pistachio behind. Dan chases the kiss, hands landing on Phil’s arm and neck, then face, cupping his cheeks, their mouths coalescing. The water ripples around their legs. Something painfully fond fills Dan’s chest. When he pulls back, a thumb brushing over Phil’s cheekbone, he – and it’s stupid, it’s so stupid – he suddenly wants to cry.

*

The four of them go snorkelling in the bay. Fish are abundant in all sizes and colours, and Phil confirms this by calling out, “Guys, come look at this!” whenever he lays eyes on one.

Wirrow is mildly interested. Bryony pretends to go deaf. Dan humours him for about the first four. Then shoves his face underwater and keeps it there, preferring to quietly observe the sea life going about their day. His skin feels slick from all the sun cream Phil lathered on him, going on about UV rays despite his own ghostly exterior.

Afterward, while removing their snorkels and diving fins, Phil crosses his arms like a five-year-old and whines about being snubbed.

“We loved your fish, dear,” Dan sighs, eyes soft. “But they weren’t all that remarkable.”

He leaves a kiss on Phil’s cheek as he stands.

It’s ridiculous, how easy it is.

*

By 7 pm, the sun shies away behind the horizon. The ocean purples. They end up at a bar called the Chrysós Brewery; it has a roofless balcony overlooking the cove, and tall torches are scattered between mingling patrons. Bryony and Wirrow disappear quite suspiciously, probably wanting Dan and Phil to have the evening to themselves.

They make the most of it. A petite table for two near the glass balustrades is pinched, and they order the most zany-sounding cocktails on the menu. When the waitress hands over their drinks, Dan studies his warily. It’s blood red, with an odd-looking bunch of fruit and lavender petals sprinkled over the foam.

“Maybe you should drink it instead of having a staring contest with it,” Phil teases after a minute. He takes a sip of his own cocktail, transparent turquoise and decorated with strawberries.

Dan gives him a withering look. “Alright, McSass. I don’t need your comments, thank you.” He takes a large gulp, and the cocktail explodes against his taste buds and eats away at his tongue. He’s left with wide eyes and a tangy aftertaste that actually…isn’t that bad. “You know, I think I’ll order another,” he says.

*

By nine o’clock they’re near-drunk.

At one point, Dan fumbles for Phil’s hand and hauls him away from the table, swerving to a stop somewhere along the railing. “I can’t believe we’re drunk and it’s only nine o’clock.”

Phil blames it on him. Dan frowns and says they’re in Greece, there’s no rules here. But having downed a variety of bizarre brews and beverages, he doesn’t even trust his own judgement.

“Well, we’re not actually drunk,” Phil points out. “We’re just tipsy, or maybe slightly above, I dunno.”

Dan blows a raspberry when he sighs, winding his arms around Phil’s waist and making his head comfy on Phil’s shoulder. “Whatever. We’re doing this ancient ruins-tour-thing tomorrow, so don’t be hungover.”

“Oh, I’m not that drunk, you bum.”

“I guess time will tell.”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

Phil pretends to vomit. “We can wait till we get back to the villa for that.”

“I can’t believe I’m dating a party pooper,” Dan grumbles.

“I can’t believe I’m dating a child.”

“We should just agree to split up if that’s how we really feel.”

Phil draws Dan closer and nudges his nose into his neck. “Definitely.”

Live music fills the silence that passes, drifting from a corner of the bar. Unconsciously, they begin to sway. Dan traces his fingers over Phil’s back, and Phil tucks one or two kisses inside Dan’s collarbone.

The moment is blissful. Dan’s brain is a little clouded, and he has to blink away the urge to sleep, but he loves this. He loves slow-dancing with Phil, blind to everyone else in the room. All he can see is the dark-haired man nestled against him, his best friend and assigned ‘grow old with me’ person. And Dan realises that maybe the places he tried to find solace in had never mattered from the beginning.

Then, the inevitable declaration, murmured into the skin just below his ear: “I really, really love you, Phil. Like, so much.”

After that, Phil chuckles, his whole body shifting against Dan’s. Then he shuffles back and takes two dimpled cheeks in his palms and kisses him, drunk and sloppy and smitten. “Love you too, you nong.”

*

“Your heart line’s kind of long and curvy…I think that means you express all your emotions freely. Or is that content with love life? I’m not sure.”

Phil’s voice is soft and matted with sleep, matching the muted light in their villa bedroom. He studies the creases carved into Dan’s left palm with a thoughtful frown, fingers ghosting over the smooth skin. The sheets are still sticky and twisted around their tangled legs. Sweat is stranded in Dan’s hairline. His eyelids flutter closed every now and then but he rebels against the drowsiness, much preferring to stare at the quiet concentration on Phil’s face as his palm is read.

Dan huffs a low laugh through his nose. He can’t tell if this is legitimate or not, no matter what Phil says about his psychic ancestors. But he doesn’t dwell on that for too long. Phil’s right about his love life, at least.

“What about this one?” Dan murmurs, pointing to the groove arching away from his thumb.

Phil traces it gently. “That’s your life line. All about general health and life changes. Yours is quite deep and round, which I think means you have a lot of enthusiasm and stuff.”

“Bullshit.”

“I think that’s actually quite true. You’re sweet and energetic when you’re in a happy mood.”

Dan snorts but hides half his face in his pillow. He won’t voice the embarrassing thought in his head, something to do with the knight of wands. “I hate you.”

Dan can’t remember the time they got back from the bar. He was too busy pulling Phil’s shirt off, crumbling when Phil ran his hands over his bare chest. But now, it’s late, and they need rest. Tomorrow is dedicated to exploration. They still have another three days of Santorini, before it’s home again on a flight to audience expectations and boundaries they know not to cross. But Dan wants to be stuck in this moment forever, love in his chest and Phil’s delicate fingers on his skin, their naked bodies woven together with warmth in the most innocent and most passionate way.

Phil’s lips brush over Dan’s fingertips, bringing his focus back to the palmistry at hand. “Now this is your head line,” Phil murmurs. “Yours is quite straight, which is like, you think realistically. But you also have a little doughnut there and that means…you, um, love food.”

Dan’s laughter is like wind chimes. “That’s the fakest thing I’ve ever heard,” he whinges. “You’re just being stupid now.”

“I’m not.”

“You’re a phoney palm-reader.”

“Hey! These are great services. You should be paying double.”

“Okay, tell me about this one, then.” Dan taps the crease that runs through his heart line.

“Your fate line is broken in two,” Phil observes. “Right. That means one day, some guy is destined to chop you in half and that’s how you die.”

“Fucking shut up.” Cosy giggles burst from Dan’s lips, and he leans closer, bumping their noses together. “I want a refund.”

“Nope. No refunds,” Phil says, linking their fingers. He lifts Dan’s hand to his mouth and kisses his knuckles, one by one.

“Well, you can expect a strongly-worded review on your website, then.” Dan’s voice takes on a mock-angry tone. “Phil Lester is the worst palm reader I know. He never knows what he’s talking about and his face is too pretty and distracting. Zero stars.”

“What?” Phil laughs softly. His eyes dip down to Dan’s mouth, before meeting his gaze again. His next words squeeze through half-parted lips. “You should be thanking me for my good looks. They’re obviously a bonus.”

Dan tilts his head. “Obviously,” he murmurs, before pressing his mouth deep and tender against Phil’s. He can taste the bite of vodka and lemon, but everything feels saccharine, his own tendrils of drunkenness blurring his thoughts, lulling his heart. Phil squeezes his hand, nibbles gently on his bottom lip, making sure to leave it chapped in the morning. And Dan just breathes him in until he fills his lungs and with every kiss, he says;

You are where I want to be, always.

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Wasted Years: The Best of The Week

Ruiners. Photo: Courtesy of Artist/Facebook

  The new year is definitely in full swing while the city gets closer to the inevitable splash over we’ll experience in March from SXSW. While we wait for cold weather to hopefully return, there’s plenty happening throughout the Bayou City this week. This week features sets from psych rockers Christian Bland & the Revelators, Dark Blue and Guilla, as well as “We Belong: Houstonians of Muslim Descent Dissent,” a protest show featuring Giant Kitty, Turnaways, Ruiners and more. Houston, your next seven days are all planned out.

  On Wednesday you could kick off the week at Warehouse Live in the studio for the popular post hardcore sounds of Nevada’s Falling In Reverse.  These guys aren’t my cup of tea, but they have millions of Spotify plays and they tend to pack out a room every time they perform, and they’re here in support of their latest release, the single “Coming Home.”  The metalcore of Atlanta’s Issues will be on as direct support while Pennsylvania’s Motionless In White will go on prior.  Ohio’s Dangerkids are also on the bill and things get opened by Dead Girls Academy with doors at 5:30 pm and tickets between $27.50 and $32.

  If you were lucky enough to grab tickets for the Netflix comedy special taping for rapper turned comic Chingo Bling at Heights Theater, then you should be in for a treat.  I don’t know how funny he is on his own, but opening performances from Jesus Sepulveda, Jerry Garcia, and John Stringer should get things going nicely.  Though the two sets are sold out, the doors for the 1st show are at 6:30 pm and the second has doors at 9 pm.

  If you really like the band Tame Impala, then you could head to Satellite Bar for their Tame Impala night.  Derek from the bands Mantra Love and Mojave Red will spin his favorite Tame Impala jams and more for the all ages show with doors at 8 pm and it’s 100% FREE.

  Thursday you should head to House of Blues when the venue and The Secret Group present the always hilarious Iliza Shlesinger.  While her last Netflix special Freezing Hot proved how funny she can be, she already has another one coming later this year, which will more than likely be the material she’ll be performing.  While there’s no word of host or featured act, the all ages show with doors at 7 pm has tickets between $29.50 and $35.

  Rhett Miller. Photo: ATO Records

  The Heights Theater will have Evan Felker of Turnpike Troubadours over to perform.  Felker hasn’t dropped a solo album yet but he’s dropped a couple of solo tracks like “Bottoms Up” that echo his bigger band and sound pretty grand.  He has a pretty great direct support act in Rhett Miller of Old 97’s.  Miller has released solo work and his last release The Traveler sounded like the kind of sound Jeff Tweedy has been trying a lifetime to achieve.  The all ages show has doors at 7 pm and it’s since sold out.

  Nightingale Room will host a barn burner when Guilla returns to drop a set at the Main street venue.  Guilla has been working hard as usual, including taping a recent submission to Tint Desk and on the heels of his bangin’ mixtape, last year’s Rap, Trap & Drums-Vol. II and his full length Children of The Sun his performance should be as energy crazed as usual.  Not to be outdone, iLL Faded will be on beforehand and should bring his two releases from last year,  It’s Okay To Be Happy and No Big Deal to life.  The 21 & up show has doors at 7 pm and it’s 100% FREE.

  Over at Improv you could catch the beginning of a weekend of shows with the always funny jokes of Ralphie May.  The last time he was here he donated a ton of money to a Houston comic, he’s been on pretty much every place that’ll have him, and he sells out shows all over the globe.  His latest album, last year’s Just Correct has the Houston born and LA transplanted comic in rare form.  As per all of these shows, two of Houston’s better comics will serve as host and one as feature act for the 18 & up shows with tickets between $25 and $50.  This show has doors at 7:15 pm.

  Psalm Zero. Photo: Courtesy of Artist/Facebook/Profound Lore Records

  Walter’s will have the new industrial metal sounds of NYC’s Psalm Zero.  Hailed by critics on their recent release Stranger To Violence, the group has former members of Castevet and Extra Life, and they’ve gotten praise for their intense live shows.  The band has a melody driven metal sound that utilizes precise sounds and synths to add to their already diverse sound.  The darkwave of Houston’s Buoyant Spirit will open things up and provide direct support for the all ages show with doors at 8 pm and tickets between $7 and $10.

  Mucky Duck has Austin’s off kilter rockers Darkbird in town to perform.  I say off kilter because they have a very different sound with traditional rock elements and a singer who has the voice of the past.  I’ve never seen them perform, but with a voice that rivals Stevie Nicks, their last album I Remember Feeling My Fingers Slip is pretty impressive.  The 21 & up show gets going around 9:30 pm and has tickets between $20 and $22.

  Friday you could get started at Rockefellers for their Inauguration Day Ball.  The show, which will feature the highly charged punk sounds of Houston’s The Satanic Overlords of Rock N’ Roll as headliners, should be an exercise in freedom of speech while we still have them.  Things only get more heated up before with sets from The Velostacks, Killer Hearts, and The Burns all on beforehand.  While Hell’s Engine will go on prior and D Kosmo will open the show up.  The all ages affair has doors at 7 pm and there’s a measly $8 cover.

  Dark Blue. Photo: Drip Audio Records

  The delco punk of Philadelphia’s Dark Blue will be on full display over at Satellite Bar.  These guys have been hailed by critics everywhere, they’ve become well known for a killer live show, and their newest album Start Of The World is pretty damn fantastic.  Houston’s LACE, who is the band’s direct support for their Texas dates will bring their intense hardcore on beforehand, and the crazed hardcore energy Black Coffee will be on prior.  The throwback sounds of Narrow Head will open the all ages show with doors at 8 pm and tickets for $10.

  If you weren’t aware, the inauguration of a reality show star is happening in DC, but in protest to that idiot’s racist remarks towards Muslims, Houston artists of Muslim descent will be performing in protest over at Walters at the We Belong show.  A headlining set from screeching punks Giant Kitty will energetically headline the night while the crazed energy and new wave punk of Houston’s Ruiners will be on before.  Seriously, Shan of Ruiners booked this show and if you missed their last album Wasted Years, then you’re missing one of the city’s best new bands.  The garage tinged pop punk of Houston’s Turnaways will bring their stellar new album Summer Love to life prior while the crazy punk of Houston’s Revels open the all ages show with doors at 8 pm and tickets for $10 with all benefits going to the ACLU.

  New York City Queens. Photo: DO Photography

  Over at White Oak Music Hall upstairs you could catch a one off reunion and thank you to fans, when Houston’s New York City Queens reunite one last time.  The Houston five piece went through a lot before calling it quits at Beer Fest two years ago, so this is a goodbye to all who supported the band over the years.  The energetic indie rock of Houston’s Young Girls will provide direct support and the electro pop of Camera Cult will open the all ages show with doors at 8 pm and tickets for $10.

  Last Concert Cafe will host the Americana meets indie folk pop of Denver’s Paper Bird.  This eclectic six piece makes music that’s like a breath of fresh air mixed with a family party atmosphere.  Their latest album, last year’s Paper Bird is a little more pop induced, but the vocals are impressive to say the least.  The country sounds of Lucas Eason & the Panhandlers will open the all ages show with doors at 9 pm and tickets between $10 and $12.

  We Were Wolves. Photo: Randy Edwards/Courtesy of Artist

  In the Bronze Peacock Room at House of Blues, you can catch loud and party fueled rockers, We Were Wolves performing a set.  The Beaumont born and Houston transplants have done everything from play multiple festivals to touring with The Dwarves.  Their last EP, Ruin Your Weekend was definitely on point and they’re worth making it our for.  The blues rock of San Antonio’s Levees will open the all ages show that gets going around 9 pm and it’s 100% FREE.

  Boondocks will host another edition of the always jam heavy BLACKOUT shows.  Alongside the Blackout DJ’s, this edition will feature the tropical sounds of LA’s ORO 11.  Known for starting the label Bersa Discos and crafting the Tormenta Tropical parties, this guy can drop the hammer when it comes to performing live so get ready to get down.  Visuals by Leckie will more than likely be on hand to light up the room for the 21 & up show that gets going around 10 pm.  The show FREE before 11 pm with RSVP found here, or $5 after.

  On Saturday you can swing by Vinal Edge to catch a rare solo acoustic set from Lubbock country legend Terry Allen.  Allen is the torch bearer for that blend of Texas, beer drinkin’, and hell raisin’ music, and his last album Lubbock (on everything) is pretty damn stellar.  The all ages event gets going around 3 pm, there’s gratis beverages for the adults from No Label, and you can catch him later at Heights Theater for his full live set too.

  If you’d rather get your art hat on, then you could head to El Bambi for their art show, Erase/Rewind by FLATS.  Works from Meredith Richey, Rye Francisco, and many more will be on hand for the all ages event that runs from 6 pm to 9pm, and has gratis drinks and beer for those who can legally have it.  

  Mucky Duck will have the roots sounds of Houston’s Jack Saunders over to perform.  Saunders is one of the most unsung artists in our city, and his voice is an epic tone that sounds like he’s been telling his tale for decades.  His last release, 2012’s A Real Good Place To Start is a beautiful tale that’s hard to put down.  The 21 & up show has doors at 7 pm and tickets between $20 and $22.

  Christian Bland. Photo: Ground Control Touring

  Things will get all trippy at Walters when Christian Bland & the Revelators will bring their psych garage sound to town.  Bland is best known as the guitarist for The Black Angels, but honestly, he’s much more than that.  This band is solid live, and their last full length from 2014 The Unseen Green Obstacle is a real trip.  The bluesy tunes of Houston’s Vanilla Whale will be on as direct support while Futurelic will open the all ages show with doors at 7 pm and a $10 cover.

  At Fitzgerald’s you can spend an evening with indie pop singer songwriter Jack Thweatt.  Inspirational, possibly religious, or whatever you want to call him, his songs are catchy to say the least, and his new album You Take Me Back from last year sticks in your head.  There’s no word of openers yet but that could change for the all ages show with doors at 8 pm and tickets between $10 and $15.

  The Hammer Party. Photo: Courtesy of Artist/Bandcamp

  At Notsuoh you could get down with Arizona’s The Darts.  The all female garage psych four piece has a reputation for a crazed live set, and their new release The Darts EP 2 is pretty chaotic.  The horror themed sounds of Houston’s Brumes will be on as direct support while the amazing lo-fi garage punk of Huntsville’s The Hammer Party will open the 21 & up show with doors at 8 pm and it’s 100% FREE.

  Over at Khon’s you can get your dance going when android genius comes out of exile to drop a set.  It doesn’t seem like it’s been over a year since he dropped the trippy and dance heavy sounds of /\, but it’s been too long since he’s been out performing.  Hood Ethernet will drop dance grooves as direct support while the electronic beats of REZ and the experimental hip hop of slw.kng will go on prior.  The experimental trippiness of MLCBR will be on before and Hakeem will open the all ages show with doors at 9 pm and a $5 cover.

  Sunday you can head to Civic TV for a new show series called Prof. Wiggins Sunday Matinee Series.  This edition will feature sets from TEE VEE and The Wiggins.  A DJ set from PKRL8R will also be on hand for the 100% FREE all ages and BYOB show with doors at 4 pm.

  Christian Kidd. Photo: Alexis Kidd

  Rudyard’s will host a benefit for Christian Kidd of The Hates with a headlining set from The Hates.  I have to question why the guy should have to play his own benefit, but that aside, The Hates have been a staple in the Houston music scene since before there was a scene.  Also, Christian has played more of these kind of benefits than pretty much anyone else in town, so it’s kind of your duty as a Houston musician or fan to attend.  The Texas Mod Crushers will go on before with a set from Screech of Death on before them.  Gut Radio will open the 21 & up event with doors at 6 pm and a $10 cover/donation.

  On Tuesday you can catch Sci-Fi Movie Night at The Secret Group.  This premiere edition will be hosted by Houston’s Guilla, and will feature the film Akira.  Given the rapper’s love and knowledge of the film and the character, he’s the fitting host for this 100% FREE all ages event with doors at 8pm.

  That’s about all that’s happening around town this week,  No matter what you decide to do, remember that drinking like an adult is what’s best for you and everyone else, so be responsible and get a safe ride home.

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