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beautifulhigh · 29 days

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The update for @oldfarmwitch if no one else...

Last time on "Jen's grand plans"...

Clean kitchen, all going well. Happy Jen. (This will not last.)

Order the new tap I want for my kitchen sink because the current one is leaking at every joint and I think in places where there isn't one...

Discover we can't move the fridge on the wheels due to them being offset so the wheel braces are sitting like / \. In the process of discovering this both me AND my dad received injuries

Couldn't find the water stopcock. Took apart cupboards, moved the washing machine (more on that in a bit), found it behind a fucking panel

Discovered that one of the cupboards is rotting away due to ill fitting pipes

Struggled to move the washing machine, only for Jen to later realise that they forgot to unplug the fucking thing which was why it was a chore. Therefore the plug had been ripped out of the socket, but not before the socket had been ripped out of the back of the cupboard it was (barely) attached to.

Failed to have any food in the evening because I was just Done™ with the whole thing and went to bed.

This morning on "Jen's LOLZ life":

Woke up, ankle still hurts. Just great. I don't want to move so I stay in bed as long as possible

Get up just in time for Dad coming over. He has brought EVERY tool he has and most of his plumbing kit.

His plan: sort out the cupboard and then tackle the sink and its pipes.

Cupboard panel comes apart in Dad's hands. Whoops. We manage to get the new feet in place and get it level. It was a great time to discover it's also holding up the end of the unit so that will need resealing on the tiles.

Washing machine goes back into its hole.

Look to the pipework. Dad has the wrong sized... things. They're elbow shaped so I shall call them Elbow Things. Anyway, the Elbow Things are 10mm, we need 15mm. Look online but can't get anything this side of the holiday weekend.

Go off to this little plumbing shop Dad knows. They don't have any either. Go to B&Q to have a look at what they have (we'd checked their site but Dad wanted to check out what I shall call Flexi Pipes). While there we talk about the tap that's coming and I find a picture online where a reviewer took a photo of what came in the box.

I suddenly love unboxing videos because thank you.

Dad realises that we can get away without the Elbow Things because the tap is coming with its own Flexi Pipes and so we can use Straight Things instead. He knows he has one, so we pick up another in B&Q.

At checkout, Dad realises his wallet is in the car. (No, really.). That's fine, I'm a modern girl, I have a pay app on my phone. Which doesn't want to connect to the machine. Takes three attempts to pay for the £2.50 Straight Thing.

Get home, Dad is now under the sink. Plan: heat up the pipes to break the seal, put in the Straight Things, wait for the tap to be delievered.

Universe: LOLZ

The water is turned off, all pipes are drained.

Washing machine comes out, that's drained too.

The sink pipework is VERY tight and crammed in together so we have to take the washing machine back out so he can get that pipework out of the way.

One pipe is fine, the other one has Separation Anxiety and will not let go.

Washing maching goes back in to give more working space in the kitchen as when it's out it cuts off access to the other side of the room (think galley style kitchen, long and somewhat narrow).

I realise I haven't eaten all day. I've had a caffeine drink and I've had two lots of paracetamol (because ankle). Just Eat is now becoming my most-used app. Sorry to my bank account and to my trainer.

Dad is swearing up a storm. He used to be a sailor. People forget that. The second pipe will not move and he's burned the back of the cupboard and he almost melted the U bend thingy that comes down from the sink. He takes the U bend thingy off, takes off the drawers and facias of the cover, and gets in there with some Proper Tools. The pipe is cut - no conscious uncoupling here.

Nice man arrives with my lunch.

Dad imparts instructions for how to get the sink out of the unit. The waching machine comes back out again because we need to get at the clips under the sink.

Dad leaves because it's his brother-in-law's birthday. I sit down and INHALE my Greggs sandwich. I also bought treats. Again, sorry to my trainer. Sent @wtfuckevenknows a few voice notes with a short summary of what has happened before this point.

The water is back on but my kitchen sink is no longer plumbed in. Neither is the washing machine. I use the bath tap to get a bucket of hot water and put soap in so I can finish cleaning the oven and the racks which have been marinading in the cleaning stuff overnight.

The rack bag has leaked and some of the fluid soaked into and stained the wooden shelf I put it on.

I manage to mostly dismantle the over door to properly clean it, but the latches for the door to come off will not move. I do the best I can.

I have to go back upstairs to refill the bucket and I'm doing the cleaning outside on my wooden decking which gets slippery when wet.

My ankle still hurts and yells at me when I slip a little. This is also the ankle I have broken twice, although I didn't know I'd broken it twice until I broke it for what I thought was the first time and then ortho then showed me on the X-Ray where the old break was and how the new break was actually just me re-breaking it although not as badly. That was an interesting moment a decade ago.

Anway. Ankle is not broken but it's not happy.

Oven is now cleaned although I have the bowl of the goop that I scraped out of the bottom of the oven to dispose of. It needs to be diluted with a lot of soapy water and that's another trip up the stairs.

I use the bucket I have to dispose of the fluid in the cleaning bag and go to pour it in the outside drain, only to find out that's blocked when it all overspills.

I don't want to do this again with the stuff from the oven.

I also bought more treats from Greggs (very, very sorry, trainer) and I inhale two caramel shortbreads while I load up Tumblr and see that @oldfarmwitch is wondering how my day is going.

I sit down with my laptop and I type what is absolutely going to be tagged with "long post" because I can't even see the top of THIS bullet point list.

So I now need to put the over back together, then I need to get the sink out of the unit. That involves:

Cutting the current sealant

Removing the remaining clips

Lifting it out of the hole

Cleaning down the sink and the worksurface with remover which then has its own, bespoke clean up process which will allow further sealant to be applied. If I do not clean this up properly then no future sealant will, well, seal.

Removing the tap from the sink and waiting for the new one to arrive. Which, given the family's Easter plans, will be Monday morning when Dad has a "bit of spare time".

I still need to prime and paint the walls. The masking tape I put up yesterday isn't sticking properly to some of the window facias and is falling away already so that will be fun

There is more of my kitchen in the living room and more to come yet. Because I figured the Universe owed me a break I put £10 on the EuroMillions last night.

I won £6.20.

So that's where I'm at. New tag for these posts because yeah.

#Jen's LOLZ life #long post

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pimpernels · 7 years

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rules: copy this post into a new text post, remove my answers and put in your own. when you are done tag up to 10 people….most importantly, have fun!

tagged by @greenerovia

a / age: 24 b / biggest fear: i could be serious--lack of accomplishment, never writing a good story, everybody dying, etc--but really? walk in freezers. c / current time: 4:36 PM d / drink you had last: cold water e / everyday starts with: turning on the fairy lights I hung over my windows f / favourite song: my most played song on iTunes is “Rey’s Theme,” but I usually answer this question with “Below My Feet” by Mumford & Sons. g/ ghosts are real? I’m not convinced they aren’t, at least. h / hometown: Philadelphia i / in love with: Newt Scamander my current writing project j / jealous of: at the moment, people without allergies/sinus problems k / killed someone: only with my killer cookie recipes. l / last time you cried: when I heard Carrie Fisher’s voice say “May the force be with you” in the In Memoriam part of the Oscars last night WHOOPS m / middle name: Grace (it’s ironic, okay) n / number of siblings: 2 o / one wish: vacation time (it’s been two years since I had it and I miss it) p / person you last called/texted: probably @proserphone q / questions you’re always asked: “can you send me their itinerary?” at work and “can you watch my kids?” by everyone at my church r / reasons to smile: I’m reading A Conjuring of Light and also my sibs get home this weekend for their break [throws confetti] s / song last sang: right now I’ve got the Audition song from La La Land stuck in my head? t / time you woke up: 6:05 AM. u / underwear colour: ain’t nobody need to know that except me. v / vacation destination: take me back to Ireland~! (but also San Francisco, Maine, New Orleans, literally anywhere/...? I love traveling) w / worst habit: picking at my cuticles probably x / xrays you have had: OH I’VE HAD ONE NOW. I MEAN, OTHER THAN JUST DENTAL. I had my knee x-rayed last year because I smashed it twice. It’s fine, just... spritzy. Anyway. y / your favourite food: caribbean tomato pasta z / zodiac sign: gemini

tagging... um... @proserphone, @mccoyquialisms, @miscellaineeous, @edinburgh-dragon. @zombeesknees, @littlestitchwitch, @arramdraper, @primrooks, @dainesanddaffodils, @princesskujo

#WHOOPS SORRY JEN FORGOT ABOUT THIS #ask meme addiction

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aquariusshadow · 2 years

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Live!Blogging Legacies s4x10

It's been so long...Legacies how I've missed you.

Gimme that Hizzie goodness. I'm finally here and I'm finally ready.

....new character?

im sorry the background music in the opening scene just reminds me of harry potter music ahaha

hope

bby

honey

how ive missed you

yesss cleo, jed, MG super squad trio

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"i do not consider ethan a friend anymore"

gdi my methan heart

yall i wasnt prepared for that

look at jed sticking up for cleo

i do really like their friendship

limbo squad

i forgot about them

"dead. ted" hehe

oh good christ what the hell is that

oh i just remembered

this is aurora in hope's body, right?

sigh

i still dunno how i feel about the body-switching storyline tbh

lizzie bby

oh great is this another therapy box thing?

oooooooo the keys have my attenion

did...did she just ignore the rest of the keys to look at lizzie's?

ehehehe

"two bros, sittin five feet apart in a barrier spell cuz theyre not gay"

okay im already really vibing with this dynamic

idk sometimes theres just that natural chemistry that's just there

and it's pretty evident with ben/jed so far

aw noooooooo poor ashur

ah yes lets bring the young college students into the supernatural clusterfuck

well that was fast

she just

went for it

heretic!lizzie

im really getting some caroline vibes when she first became a vampire

thats pretty neat

okay the song playing with hope and the keys is really cool

look at lizzie showing off her fangs to hope ahahaha

god i adore the heretic!lizzie and tribid!hope dynamic rn

okay this is actually kind of an intersting back story of some of the monsters origins

look at jed sticking up for ben

.......

is she

is she sired to hope

oh god this better not turn into a delena thing

i really hated the sirebond plotline in tvd ahaha

still wtf is that monster even supposed to be

i cant get past the fangs

......hope and lizzie's keys are each other's names

ehehe

_*the bibrid to your tribrid*_ lmfao

okay this sire bond dynamic is already so much better than delena's

lizzies actively trying to refuse

and her commentary constantly calling it out

jed and cleos hi-five/fist bump ahahaha

oh the creepy creature is now a pet....

im not sure how i'm feelin about jen tbh

oooooooooo he's prometheus

duh okay

i probably shouldve caught onto that alot earlier

whoops

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JHALFDKAJSDHFKLASD

"I've come to like Ben. It's simple, like Jed. And I've come to like simple things."

"Well, buddy, I'm your guy"

ASTOPSTOPASDKJAHLSDKFAHSDF

guys

GUYS

i cant go through this again

look at them look at each other

guys

PUKWUDGIE OH MY GOD

...........is

is mg gonna forgive ethan

i shouldnt have laughed when mg failed to hug lizzie

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okay see this exactly is why i dont like mizzie

"If there's one thing I've always been able to do, is manipulate Milton Greasley"

wtf

i'm supposed to root for that???

i just

ugh

its such an off dynamic

theres nothing really mutual between these two

yes i've actively ignored the limbo scenes

no i dont care about them

except for landon

Alright this episode was pretty strong overall! I'm vibing with Ben/Prometheus as a new character plus I adore his dynamic with Jed. Heretic!Lizzie is pretty much what I was expecting and I'm very happy about it.

The sire bond thing did make me nervous at first but there seems to be a strong self-awareness with what having that bond means for Lizzie as she tries to constantly push some sort of autonomy over herself and make it clear every chance she gets as to what she actually wants/doesn't want--feels/doesn't feel. Plus her dynamic with Hope still feels very balanced so I'm super curious to see more of these two now that Lizzie is a heretic.

I forgot a bit about the previous episode before the break and I think it shows in my commentary but I still seemed to follow along the plot fairly well.

I...I really like Hizzie now ehehe. Hello Hizzie fandom, I'm here to stay.

#legacies #live!blogging legacies #legacies s4 ep 10 #legacies s4x10 #legacies 4x10 #hizzie #jed/ben #is jed/ben's shipname bed? lmao #anti mizzie #its been a while since ive used that tag...#hope mikaelson #lizzie saltzman #jed tien #ben legacies #cleo sowande #mg #milton greasley #heretic lizzie #tribid hope

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bijvoorbeeldja · 4 years

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Sobbe Spin the Bottle

Robbe was going to murder Jens.

First of all, he kept dragging him to these stupid boy-girl parties, and now that they were old enough, their parents were finally letting them stay out later. Which meant that every weekend, Britt would call Jens, interrupting their video game marathon, and just like that, they’d be heading to some gathering the girls were having.

Robbe didn’t care about the girls. Sure, they were all friends and went to the same school together, but when Robbe slept over at Jens — mostly to ignore the escalatingly uncomfortable situation at his house — he just wanted to be with Jens, eating greasy food and passing out with game controllers in hand.

But he wanted Jens to be happy, and he knew Jens was trying to be a good boyfriend to Britt, so Robbe let himself be dragged to every party and get-together.

But tonight was a whole different mess, and Robbe knew that at the first chance he got, he was going to kill Jens. Because tonight, not only was he forced to crowd in a small room with a handful of girls from his school, but also because they’d all decided it was time for a game of Spin the Bottle.

Robbe could’ve died right then and there. Jens had suggested it, offering up a now-empty soda bottle to the group, who whooped in response. The girls were smiling at each other and giggling, smoothing down their hair and eyeing the boys with raised eyebrows.

Jens started shifting tables and chairs, making space for a circle in the middle of the room. Robbe groaned, his stomach dropping as he saw Luca — one of the girls — making suggestive eyes at him from across the room. Great.

Robbe knew Jens was only suggesting this as a way to kiss Jana without getting in trouble with Britt. Yes, Jens was dating Britt, but as Jen’s best friend, Robbe knew that their relationship was rocky and headed for an end. Especially since Jana and Jens had grown increasingly flirty. It was a mess.

But now Robbe was going to run the risk of having to kiss one of his friends, right in the view of everyone else. At least with Seven Minutes in Heaven, he could stand in silence with the person for those agonizingly slow minutes and be done with it. But now, that bottle could spin to him, and everyone’s eyes would be on him. He did NOT want to kiss any girls. Not now. And the boys...well, he would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought once or twice about what it would be like to kiss Jens. They were close, after all. But that was not something he wanted to reveal tonight — or ever. For now, his fate lay in the random whim of a soda bottle.

His palms started to sweat as the group started sitting cross legged on the floor, forming a circle. Luca met Robbe’s gaze, patting an empty spot next to her. Pretending not to see, Robbe reluctantly went over to sit next to Jana, who was wiping away lingering lipstick smudges with a finger. Jens sat and place the bottle in the middle, a wide smile on his face. He started to speak when the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it,” Amber said, jumping up from the circle. “I forgot I invited my cousin. He’s always late.” She rolled her eyes as she turned and walked down the hall.

“Amber’s cousin?” Moyo asked, looking around at them. “Do we know Amber’s cousin?”

“I’ve only heard about him,” Jana said, shrugging her shoulders. “He’s the one that goes to that art school downtown?”

“Oh, right,” Moyo said, scoffing. “The alternative dude. He better not try to steal our ladies,” he muttered to Jens who laughed and shoved his shoulder.

Robbe had heard little about Sander, Amber’s cousin. He knew that Sander was two years older than them, and a really talented artist. But that was all he knew.

They heard the door shut and footsteps down the hallway. When Amber reappeared, behind her stood a tall boy. He had on black jeans and a black leather jacket, a band t-shirt underneath. Tall, dark, and handsome would have fit him if it weren’t for the shock of bleached-blonde hair that lay in messy tuffs on his head.

“Everyone, this is my cousin Sander,” Amber said, motioning to the boy with an outstretched arm. “He apologizes for his tardiness.” She gave Sander a glare and came back to resume her spot in the circle.

Sander rolled his eyes at Amber’s back and shrugged out of his jacket, laying it over a nearby chair.

“Thanks for letting me come, guys,” he said, his voice deep. At 14? Robbe thought. How did he already sound like a full-grown man? “Sorry I’m late.”

Robbe watched as the girls looked at Sander, then at each other, blushing and giggling obviously. They continued to smooth down their hair and adjust their tops, smiling ridiculously as Sander as he came and joined the circle, sitting opposite Robbe.

Robbe swallowed, suddenly overcome as the boy came over and he got a closer look at him. He had tanned skin and strong shoulders, and as he suddenly met Robbe’s gaze, Robbe noticed how green his eyes were. Shit. Robbe looked down instantly, scolding himself for staring. But when he looked up again, the boy’s eyes were still on him. The corner of his mouth lifted in a tiny smile and he continued to look ever deeper into Robbe’s gaze.

Robbe was not going to survive this.

…….

So far, Robbe had been safe.

There had been a handful of spins, and so far, Moyo had kissed Jana — Robbe watched Jens’ knuckles go white in a fist as he watched their exchange — Amber had kissed Jens, Britt had kissed Jens, Aaron had kissed Britt, and Sander had vehemently refused to kiss his cousin when the bottle landed on Amber. Robbe laughed as Jens had to give Aaron a peck — the two jokingly threw themselves together and made a loud smacking noise with their lips. Moyo shook his head at them, laughing.

Robbe was cringing watching his friends swap kisses, giggling and blushing and finding some enjoyment in the game that was entirely lost on Robbe. But truth be told, he could barely focus on what was happening in the game as he kept meeting Sander’s gaze across the circle. He was trying to focus his energy on willing the bottle to land on anyone but him, and it was working...so far. But then for a second he’d get distracted by the noise and the pressure and he’d look up, and there he was, staring at him with those intense green eyes.

He’d look down quickly, busying himself with another swig of soda, or run a hand nervously through his hair. But he continued to feel the boy’s gaze on him, boring into his face. He didn’t know why the boy was looking at him — did he have something on his face? — or why it was making Robbe’s stomach do nervous flip-flops.

Then, it was Robbe’s turn, making him blush an even deeper shade of red. He got up on his knees, leaning down to spin the bottle in his hand, palms sweating as he watched it circle around, deciding who would be playing a starring role in his greatest of humiliations.

His breath hitched as it landed, a little askew, on Britt. He glanced up nervously at Britt, who took a swig of her drink and cleared her throat. She didn’t look entirely disgusted to have to kiss Robbe, he noticed. She probably thought it would make Jens jealous, which of course she would want. She sat up on her knees, leaning across the circle to Robbe. Robbe leaned in, too, slowly, noticing those green eyes on him out of the corner of his eye. Britt’s lips met Robbe’s quickly, surprising him. She cupped Robbe’s cheeks lightly, like you would a baby, pressing her lips to his for a moment, then pulling back. Robbe didn’t even close his eyes. Britt was cute, nice, and….a girl. But he still felt nothing. Even in a kiss during a silly game. That thought alone made him queasy.

Britt smiled and sat back, getting ready for her next turn at the bottle. Robbe exhaled and tried to subtly swipe a hand across his lips, seeking to remove any traces of the lipstick that she’d left. Across the circle still watching him, Sander smiled the tiniest of smiles at Robb’e s gesture, which he’d noticed.

After Britt had given Aaron a small peck — as Amber glared on; it was no secret she was into Aaron — and Aaron kissed Jana, it was Sander’s turn. All the girls (except Amber) sat up a little straighter, smoothing down their hair once more. The boys slumped as they watched them all a little too eager to lock lips with the artist. But Sander seemed oblivious to this as he leaned forward, giving the bottle a strong pin. The girls — and Robbe, for reasons he couldn’t understand — were watching with bated breath as the bottle slowed and landed….right in front of Robbe.

The girls sat back, slumping, while Britt audibly groaned in disappointment. Robbe, on the other hand, was sure his heart had stopped beating.

“Ooooh, Robbe and The Artist,” Moyo called, making kissy sounds. Jens shoved Moyo.

“You know it’s gonna be a better kiss than mine and Aaron’s!” He said laughing. Aaron shoved his middle finger in Jen’s direction, making him laugh harder and blow Aaron a kiss.

Sander looked at Robbe, eyes wide and intent on Robbe. Robbe bit his lip, fighting inside whether to beg for a re-spin. If you looked at the bottle, you could argue it was in the middle of him and Luca...right? But time was sticking awkwardly and everyone was waiting, eager to move on to their turn. As another second passed, Sander’s eyebrows lifted slightly.

“It’s fine if you don’t want to, Robbe,” Sander said softly, more to him than for anyone else’s benefit. “It’s just a game.”

“Oh, come on you two,” Jana urged, jumping in. “Just kiss already!”

“It’s okay,” Robbe said, shaking his head. “Let’s do it.”

Robbe swallowed, swiping his palms against his jeans quickly as he sat up on his knees, hoping to calm himself. His breathing was shallow as he watched Sander sit up, leaning forward on one hand and reaching across the circle, the faintest hit of a smile teasing at the corners of his lips. Robbe followed his movements, their faces closing the distance between them. Sander’s eyes flicked up to meet Robbe’s gaze before sliding down to his lips, eyes fluttering closed.

Robbe’s heart was racing and he felt like his insides were twisting as he felt Sander’s breath warming his lips. Before Robbe could remember to breathe, Sander’s lips were on his, his kiss warm and firm. Robbe felt the featherlight touch of Sander’s hand on his face, his fingers lightly resting on the nape of his neck, his thumb rubbing the smallest of caresses into his cheek. Robbe felt his own lips open slightly to catch his breath, and Sander lifted his chin to kiss deeper into Robbe’s lips.

“Damn,” Robbe heard Jana say, but the sound was muffled. Or was it Robbe’s brain that felt muddled?

Sander pulled back slowly, scanning Robbe’s face for a reaction before leaning back to his seat. Robbe could have sworn there was a light blush creeping up his neck and cheeks. Robbe sat back awkwardly, trying not to make eye contact with anyone, the very least Sander.

Jens cleared his throat, bringing everyone’s attention back to the game.

“Well,” he said, clapping his hands together. “That was...that was something. Should we play something else?”

Robbe looked down at the floor, sure his skin would erupt in flames any second. He could feel everyone’s eyes on him, surely their eyes wide with shock...maybe even disgust. He’d kissed a boy. And he hadn’t hated it. Not at all.

…….

“I’ve got curfew,” Britt announced, getting up from the couch and searching for her bag. “I’ve gotta go.”

Jana hopped up, too, starting to clear some bottles from the table and readjust couch cushions.

“Oh, c’mon!” Moyo protested. “The night is still young! We haven’t even started cards!”

“Dude, cards?” Jens said to him. “That’s so lame. Wanna play Fortnite?”

“Oh, I’m about to kick your butt, Stoeffels!” The two remained on the couch with Aaron, while the girls gathered their things and helped Jana clean up. Robbe didn’t feel like dueling the guys in a video game, so he gathered up some trash and bottles and headed to the kitchen.

He was trying not to agonize over what had happened that night, but it was like Sander’s kiss had burned into Robbe’s lips, leaving him unable to think of anything else. Sander’s touch was like...better than anything Robbe had ever felt. Way better than any of the girl’s he kissed or held hands with. Way better. He wouldn’t be able to forget it.

As he was emptying bottles into the sink, he heard footsteps behind him.

“Can I help?” Sander stood in the doorway, standing tall, but looking slightly nervous as he joined Robbe at the sink.

“Oh, uhm. Sure,” Robbe said, handing him the empty bottles for the recycling bin.

It was silent for a moment before Sander spoke again, softly.

“Look, Robbe,” he said. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. During the game.”

Robbe looked up at him, stunned again for a moment by the brightness of his eyes.

“I don’t have any problem kissing boys,” he smirked at this, as if it were obvious. “But I shouldn’t have forced you into that situation where you might not have been. I’m sorry.”

Robbe swallowed. He knew what he was thinking — that the kiss had been mindblowing, better than anything Robbe had ever experienced — but he knew those words were too much. Too much to say out loud. Too much for Sander, and too much for him. He let the silence between them linger.

Sander stepped a bit closer to Robbe, grabbing another bottle from him, letting his fingers rest on Robbe’s for a few seconds. He smiled.

“I don’t know how much Amber told you guys about me,” Sander said, looking vulnerable. “I’m kind of a mess.” He laughed weakly at this.

“I doubt that,” Robbe said, speaking before his mind could catch up. “And even if you are, so what? We all have our messes.”

Sander looked up at him, smiling.

“We all have our own messes,” Sander repeated. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“And for the record,” Robbe said, in a surge of bravery, not taking his gaze off Sander’s. “The kiss didn’t make me uncomfortable. I’m realizing that...I don’t have problems kissing boys either.”

Sander’s eyes widened only slightly before smiling, biting a lip in an attempt to curb it.

“It was a really...nice kiss,” Sander said slowly. “Even for a stupid game.”

“Yeah,” Robbe said, laughing. Inside, his stomach was doing flips. “Even for a stupid game.”

“Robbe, I—” Sander started, anxiously shifting his weight onto the other foot. “I think you’re really handsome.”

He looked at Robbe cautiously, afraid he’d said too much. Robbe could only blush and look down, letting his lips raise in a small smile. The sounds of the TV and the boys’ yells were muffled from the other room.

“Could we….could I see you again sometime soon?” Sander said finally, exhaling.

Robbe looked up at him, not even trying to disguise the blush on his cheeks now.

“You want to hang out with me? You?”

Sander laughed. “You’re really making me work for it, huh? What, did I not kiss you well enough before?”

Robbe blinked at him, and before he could stop himself, he was rising on his tiptoes, reaching up to place his lips on Sander’s. Sander was startled, but only for a second, and he quickly reached down to hold Robbe’s waist and pull him tighter. Robbe gripped the lapels of Sander’s jacket, tucking himself deeper into Sander’s embrace. He didn’t think he’d ever felt something so good.

“Oh, whoops!” Jana said, freezing in the doorway as she saw the two. A hand flew up to her mouth but Robbe could see her smiling through it. He pulled back from Sander, but Sander still kept a firm grasp on Robbe’s waist.

“Sorry, Jana, I—” Robbe started, embarrassed.

“Damn you, Robbe!” Jana said, her smile wider now. “You made me lose the bet.”

“Bet? What bet?” Robbe said, pulling back more to look between her and Sander.

Jana smiled again, shaking her head.

“After Spin the Bottle, we all bet each other how long before you two would be making out. After a kiss that hot, it was inevitable.”

Sander laughed and Robbe covered his face with his hands, groaning. “Jana!”

“Well, Jens guessed it’d take less than an hour, so I guess I owe him five bucks.” Jana dumped some trash in the bin, then turned back towards the living room.

Sander was still laughing as he gently pulled Robbe’s hands away from his face.

“Great,” Robbe mumbled. “Now they’re all talking about us.”

Sander leaned in again, whispering against Robbe’s lips.

“Let them. I’m fine right here.”

#wtfock #wtfock fanfic #sobbe fanfic #spin the bottle #THEY SMOOCH

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quercus-queer · 4 years

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A Slice of a Normal Life au

Grace and Simon Edition... this ones long lmao:

They met at a train station as little kids and didn’t see each other again until high school

High school was rough for both of them and was really shitty in general so i’ll just leave that up to you but i’m starting with college

Grace ends up going to Juilliard and Simon feels betrayed because they were supposed to stick together no matter what

Plus Grace lied about it and put off confronting the issue until right before she left but Simon already felt something was up and his abandonment issues and other problems pop off so he distanced himself from her and started being a dick (sorry they’re still codependent and problematic at this point) until Grace goes off on him

She leaves and Simon has a breakdown and ends up in a psych ward but he does finally get some actual help and diagnosis (the high school counselor was trash), he never reaches back out to Grace and skips town afterwards which really impacts Grace and she’s just like... bro... do i need therapy too?

And then she actually seeks out a therapist with the intent to get better and does! She has pretty great time in college and makes actual friends in her dance program and ends up getting a girlfriend at some point... it was a long and pretty healthy relationship but ended on kinda bad terms, but she navigated her first relationship! Yay!

Simon is a dumbass and got with this girl he met while he was institutionalized... it didn’t go well but it was a relationship... it was like a few months long... but yeah... she also tells him to get a grip lol

I also changed my mind Simon doesn’t live with Samantha in high school, he tracks her down after his breakdown since he’s a legal adult and can do whatever he wants and lives with her and Frank afterwards

Simon starts working in a bookstore The Apex (its called that because they live on a mountain and its in the downtown of the city thats at the peak of the mountain) and actually really likes it and Samantha and Frank are good parental figures and he goes to actual therapy

There’s a little reading club for kids at the bookstore which is comprised of the Apex kids that he is in charge of now because the owner has her hands full (her, Simon, and a high school girl are like the only workers there)

Simon also gets a boyfriend he actually manages to keep and its a pretty good relationship and ends on relatively good terms since Simon’s actually getting therapy and has a good life set-up now so yay! He managed an actual relationship!

Samantha and Frank live in a cabin on this mountainous city btw which has a popular resort that Samantha manages and Frank is a chef there... it’s a very popular resort... a very common place for a retreat...

Grace and her dance crew in college take a trip there and she sees Simon and nearly dies, no seriously she was walking and then slipped and hit her head

She ends up in the hospital and her friends (she has actual good friends now) are like Grace what the fuck just happened you’re not that clumsy?

But you know who is? Simon, who is at the same hospital because Lucy from the kids club who is also a clumsy disaster got a fucking pencil in her eye and he had to drive her to the hospital

He sees Grace and doesn’t know whether to laugh cry or say hi so he just stares at her blankly like the dumbass he is and then leaves

Anyway, this kicks off a 200k mall-rats slowburn that goes harder than Tulips and Mikayla’s

Grace doesn’t see him again until the next night when he’s in the lobby and he actually goes up to her and they talk because he had time to process it, they awkwardly talk... mostly sit though, and then Grace’s friends call her over and Simon quickly offers for her to come over another day

Grace doesn’t know what to do and her friends ask her whats up and convince her to go, not alone obviously Jennifer is gonna go with her to make sure she doesn’t get murdered

Its awkward again, there’s small talk between Samantha, Frank, Jennifer and the two idiots and they play card games until Frank decides to finish up dinner and Jen ditches Grace because Frank is the coolest mf on the planet so Grace and Simon are alone again

They just sit there until Simon asks about her dance program and college and then they talk about that until Grace mentions her therapist and Simon’s like??? and Grace is like whoops and then they eat dinner and Grace and Jen leave

Simon goes by the resort more often but they don’t rlly talk until Grace is about to leave and Simon just apologizes for everything and Grace says she’s sorry too and Simon just doesn’t know how to respond to that so he’s like if you ever want to come back here I’ll be here

Grace does not know how to respond to that so she’s just like uhhh okay bye

The dance team comes back the following year and she sees Simon again and he’s like “sorry for fucking you up” and Grace is like “don’t give yourself so much credit I already needed therapy unless you forgot about the fact I had counseling right after you?” “I try to block out everything from before 19 tbh” “fair enough... I suppose there wasn’t much to want to remember huh” “I’m... I remember telling you, you were the best person I ever met and I meant that” Grace doesn’t know how to respond to that and then they don’t talk for the rest of the trip, they just wave at each other and smile in passing

The dance troupe grace joins after college goes on annual trips to the resort so Grace and Simon continue to have three conversations each year plus Jennifer makes sure a visit to Samantha’s and Frank’s happens

the yearning... the pining... WHEW its a lot and Samantha, Frank, and Grace’s entire dance troupe, plus the family that always vacations at the same time are SICK of it

They don’t even become close friends again until their late twenties.

The kids club thinks Grace is amazing and Kai bases their whole look off of her

Mall-rats officially happens in their thirties and they get married in their forties

when I say slowburn i meant it

Idk where to put this:

Samantha lost custody of Simon as a kid because of a hoarding problem she still struggles with but Simon is an adult now and him and Frank help keep her in check

Simon was with Samantha from a couple weeks after entering foster care and most of middle school

Samantha and Frank are actually just roommates

Grace is like “so Samantha and Frank...?” “They’re roommates” “Simon... is that what they told you?” “well yeah, but they’re seriously just roommates” “ummmm...” “Grace they’re both gay” “OH”

Simon works at the bookstore his whole life and he loves it, Grace is a professional dancer, they’re both happy

They look the same as in canon except Simon can shave and Grace gets be the fashion icon she deserves

Simon still cant dress so most of the time he just wears different sweaters he’s been given and alternates between his three pairs of jeans

#infinity train #grace monroe #simon laurent #mall-rats #its the angsty slowburn for the ages baby #literally been burning since they were 10 #whose willing to write this slowburn I would but my writing is... not great #anyway bi legends mall-rats #Samantha the cat #is a lesbian #Frank the bear #is a bear

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tcheschire · 4 years

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Whoops forgot this was in my mentions. I’m so bad at ask games for this blog bc mobile is a garbage fire lmao Tagged by @im-the-jolteon-sent-by-cyberlife

rules: you can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to! put your favorite playlist on shuffle and list the first ten songs, then tag ten people.

(I don’t really have playlists necessarily, bc I listen to a single song or an album on repeat until I’m done with it, but I do have a dumb amount of music in my personal library, so it’ll work.)

1) Run - Hozier (higher pitch, femme version)

2) Niji - Shinku Horou

3) Fly - Ludovico Einaudi

4) Keep the Wolves Away - Uncle Lucius

5) Tompkins Square Park - Mumford and Sons

6) Again - Yui

7) Sand - Nathan Lanier

8) Oh Death - Jen Titus

9) Till It’s Gone - Yelawolf

10) Jolene - Dolly Parton (33% speed)

I’m not gonna tag ten people bc I don’t think I have that many mutuals I talk to, but @fortheloveofyugioh @5-stirling-heartstrings @scarletbelle @bunthebun and anyone else? Sorry if we’re friends and I forgot you? lmao

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arendelleknight · 5 years

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Frozen vent

Spoilers ahead so dont read if you wanna keep em a secret.

Idk if anyone will read this but I just really need to vent. Ive been part of the frozen fandom since the beginning. Ive read the holy trinity of elsanna fanfics, written my own, I have all the books, been an avid collector of merch, and even have a frozen tattoo and a lifesize cutout of Elsa. Like I love Frozen, and Elsanna is my life. But the sequel spoilers that have popped up, especially the ending, have made me really sad. It just feels like it kinda forgot what happened in the first one. Like whoops suddenly Anna wants to be queen and Elsa like chow bye ima spirit now. I know the whole 'in Jen Lee we trust' but idk Ive just kinda lost interest. The first one was all about Elsa coming to terms with her magic and reuniting with her sister after 13 in isolation. That the love they shared was the key to everything. Now suddenly none of that matters and its not the story I was hoping for. Idk Im just super bummed. Sorry for the rant

#frozen #spoilers

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killian-whump · 6 years

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OUAT 2x14: Rewatch Blog

Hey everybody! Here I am, once again, with a liveblog post for a Once Upon a Time episode! This one’s called “Manhattan” - which strangely enough, I had to look up to make sure of, because I could’ve sworn that 2x15 was the one called “Manhattan”, but when pressed to remember what 2x14′s name was... I could only come up “Also Manhattan...?” which seemed wrong.

Anyway! Let’s settle in and watch Manhattan Part 1...

Hmmm. Okay, so Rumple’s all “I wanna fight!” and Milah’s like “Oh, no, the war” and this just seems weird to me, all of it. I’m making that Fry face at my screen right now. Not sure if full of shit or full of shit...

Emma asking, “Is this the right place?” AND HE SAID YES. Like, how does he know?! That globe was a hell of a lot more useful here than it was in Neverland. Or did they just toss the globe overboard when they went through the portal? “Welp, we don’t need this plot device anymore.”

Hahaha, Emma. “Well, who doesn’t love a surprise?” Should I start the list, or is someone else gonna do it? Rumple’s face is hilarious. He looks like he’s thinking, “Me, actually. I don’t like a surprise...”

That’s a really boring title card, Once. Really boring.

“Back? From where?” OH MY BABY. Incidentally, I forget he’s in this scene every single time I see this scene, and then I hear his voice and I’m like “OH, MY BABY” like, you know, what literally just happened 2 sentences ago.

Aww... You vengeance-hopped-up bondage bunny, listen to your Dommes and be a good boy <3

CHASE SCENE, IT’S A CHASE SCENE

RUN, EMMA, RUN

CRASH!!!!!

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH PLOT TWIST

I always did like that plot twist. One of the better ones, I thought.

“I am the only one allowed to be angry here!” Yeah, you tell him, Emma.

This face is great:

Kinda sums up the entire scene, doesn’t it?

I love the subtle AND COMPLETELY OBVIOUS change in Gold and Henry’s interactions now that the audience is thinking, “Oh, wait... If his dad is... and his son is... OH MY GOD.” A gentle approach as always, show.

WHY WOULD HE NEED AN ENTIRE TYPEWRITER IN A FANCY WOODEN BOX WITH A SINGLE SHEET OF PAPER THAT SAYS “I KNOW YOU’RE BAELFIRE” ON IT? HOW FUCKING EXTRA CAN YOU BE?!

Pictured Above: THE LITERAL HEIGHT OF FUCKING EXTRANESS

“...because Pinocchio told you to?!?!” One of the best lines ever XD

Oh, come on, Neal. Man up for once and just talk to your father. Geez.

Like, I know he’s pissed that his dad didn’t follow him into the portal, but all of this hiding and nonsense? Acting like he’s terrified of the man? Like, did I miss the part where Rumple EVER presented an actual threat to Baelfire? Because I don’t remember that. Honestly, if I’m forgetting something from S1 where Rumple threatened or harmed his son, someone please remind me. Shitty dad? Sure. Dropped the ball? Definitely. Worth running and hiding from for fucking centuries? You’re a goddamn pansy, Neal.

“Rumplestiltskin...” Oh, that’s not a creepy voice at all.

Oh, that’s not a creepy girl at all.

Oh, that wasn’t a creepy scene at all.

Can I go home now?

“The truth about your parents - Emma, you of all people should know how important that is.” Umm... yeah. That’s a really good point.

“Are you sure this is about protecting Henry... and not yourself?” Aw, Snow... Such good advice in this phone call. Also, nice sweater. Very soft.

Ahhh... And good acting by Jen in here, too.

AW, GEEZ, EMMA, SNOW JUST GAVE YOU SOME GREAT ADVICE AND NOW YOU’RE JUST GONNA IGNORE IT ALL. GOSH DARN IT.

Oh, look. It’s the mild-mannered mayor here to visit the amnesia-stricken woman in the hospital. There’s no way this could go badly!

Umm... Regina, I love you and I love your magical ways, but you could’ve just, like, rifled through her purse. “Magic always comes with a price” but apparently not if you just want to wave some objects through the air instead of, like, reaching in and moving shit around like a normal person. That shit’s free.

Like, there is just no reason for this. It’s pointless. It’s weird.

Library scene. One of my favorites :D Well, not this one. The next one.

Hahaha, this “touching” mother daughter moment is so weird and dysfunctional and borderline creepy. I love it.

Seriously, Hook, you’re so fucking impatient. Just cool your heels, bro.

Hey, Gold, here’s an idea. Maybe when you’re hiding your dagger somewhere, and your arch nemesis is a pirate, maybe don’t leave a pirate map to where it’s hidden for that pirate to find and follow. I mean, you might as well have left it in a toolbox in the garden she- Nevermind. Let’s not talk about this.

Emma: Don’t do this. There are things called laws. Henry: I’ll be lookout. :D

“I don’t think he’s listening.” Henry is brilliant in this episode.

YEAH, THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT, NEAL. You finally manned up. Must've found some balls in the alley and tried ‘em on for size.

Aw, geez. I’m just... Wow. I really shouldn’t say anything about this whole scene, but... Yeah. Wow. I honestly can’t like Milah after some of the stuff she says in this scene. Sorry, guys. Like, she is literally telling her husband and the father of her child that the kid would’ve been better off if he was dead - and not just once, but, like... It’s like she’s engaging in a single-person competition to see who can find as many different ways as possible to say the same terrible thing over and over again, and it somehow manages to sound worse every time.

AHHHHH HIGH DRAMA!!!

I really do like everything about this scene with Emma and Neal and Gold and Henry and everyone trying to figure things out and/or hide things and/or... Oops, now it’s all out in the open and we’re all a big happy family fucked.

Ugh. Now it’s Greg. I really, really don’t care about Greg. At all.

Regina, goddammit, I told you to just rifle through that purse like a normal person. SEE what happens when you don’t listen to me?!

Actually, I totally forgot about this moment entirely, and now I’m laughing... Leave it to the show to put a “Why the fuck would you do this in this way?” moment into the show... that turns into a convoluted plot twist.

Son, I am disappoint totally not surprised, actually.

That map really DOES look like a child’s scribbles, though.

HOOK, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING TO DO WITH THAT... keyring? scissors? dohickey? I don’t know. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING?

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, it’s time for one of my favorite things ever!!!!

SUPER CASUAL VIOLENCE!!!

They’re both just so... so casual... and so flippant... and so... oh gosh, hahaha. He’s all upset and angry and foaming at the mouth, and Cora’s just like ~fling~! and LOOK AT THAT FUCKER FLY The violence is so ultra super casual and amazing, hahaha. And then they just walk off like Mean Girls: Storybrooke Edition and I fucking love them and I’d better rewind and watch it again. Hold on a second, guys.

ARE THOSE FUCKING TONGS, THOUGH?! why?

The books falling over like dominoes, haha, they always make me laugh. Better rewind again. I love this shit so much.

Old-fashioned compass, I guess? Some kind of... dohickey? I’m gonna go with dohickey, guys. I mean, it looks like a dohickey to me. Still, like, dafuq you think you’re going to do with that dohickey against two ladies with magic, boo? You adorable fucking idiot. IT DOESN’T EVEN HAVE A SHARP EDGE.

WHOOP, THERE HE GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOES

See, there. Bae had no fucking reason to be running and hiding from Rumple for fucking centuries. He just handled him just fine right there.

“Or what you did to me.” Valid point, Emma. Well made and- ARE YOU FUCKING LAUGHING, YOU LITTLE SHIT?!? Where’d that fucking dohickey go?! YOU ARE SO GETTING RUBBED, YOUNG MAN.

Well, what do you know? The seer who said the future was hard to discern clearly has now given you her powers... AND YOU’VE LEARNED THAT THE FUTURE IS HARD TO DISCERN CLEARLY. Shocked. I am shocked.

PLOT TWIST. The boy will be his undoing!!! Except... umm... I mean... he kinda never was, though? So, I mean, I don’t... uh...

Aw, fuck it. Let’s rewind and watch the super casual violence again.

WHEEEEEEEEE LOOKIT HIM FLY!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D

#ouat rewatch #watching fairytales #2x14 #kw reviews #oc #ouat criticism #anti neal #anti milah #super casual violence #dohickeys

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inquiringquilter · 6 years

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Wednesday Wait Loss 42: Bee Blocks and Giveaway!

Hi and welcome to Wednesday Wait Loss!

To all my US friends--Happy Almost Thanksgiving!

So...nothing to show on the Halloween quilt. I've been working every day at the quilt shop and haven't gotten to it. I did however, get back to my bee blocks. I'm so far behind it's really embarrassing!

Let's see. This one you've seen. It's for Jen @ A Dream and a Stitch, and she was Hive Queen in September. I got it done, even posted about it, then didn't mail it. My sewing room ate it! <grin> Anyway, I found it recently and couldn't believe it. Sorry Jen!

Janice @ Color, Creating, and Quilting was Hive Queen for October and she asked for this block. Janice likes brights and scrappy, so with this block, it was anything goes.

I made the block in early October and posted about it and Jen's block here. What I knida forgot about when selecting my fabrics is that Janice was looking for high contrast. Alas, my block may be pretty, but it's kinda a mess as far as seeing the pattern goes. So I set it aside.

Little did I know that it was going to be a month before I could get back to it. By this time, I'd also learned that Janice asked for two blocks since hers finish at only 8". As you can tell, the block uses lots of HSTs, and Janice provided cutting directions for the Eight at a Time HST method. I've got a full tutorial (just click the link), but for those unfamiliar with the method, here's the quick and dirty.

Start with two 5-3/4" squares. Mark both diagonals on the back of the lighter square.

Put the squares right sides together and sew 1/4" away from the two lines on either side. Cut the sewn squares apart by cutting on the two diagonal lines and also cutting north and south (straight down and straight across.

This gives you eight matching HSTs! Now here's something even more cool--a fast way to trim them! My tutorial includes steps on how to do that, but I also have a separate tutorial just for trimming if you click here. Here's the nitty gritty:

Basically, you need a special ruler called the Quilt in a Day Triangle Square Up ruler. It comes in two sizes, so get the size that suits the size HSTs you typically make--6 1/2" and under or 9 1/2" and under. I have both because I don't like using the big ruler to trim tiny 1 1/2" HSTs (although you can use it to do that if you want).

Don't want to buy a special ruler? No biggie. My tutorial shows you how to use a regular ruler instead.

Anyway, don't press open your HSTs. Instead, place the appropriate line on the ruler on the seam line (yes, the seam and not the edge) and trim. My two 5 3/4" squares resulted in eight 2 1/2" unfinished HSTs (finishing at 2") so I put the seam line on the ruler's 2 1/2" line and trimmed the two sides. You can also align the seam and one side of your triangle and trim only one side.

After trimming, just press open your HSTs and you're done! You can also trim the dog ears before pressing by simply flipping the triangle upside down, aligning the seam on the 2 1/2" line again, and trimming like this.

Aren't they lovely?

Anyway, using the Eight HSTs at a Time method, I made these two blocks for Janice.

I'm still going to send her the original block in case she wants to use it.

Now that you know what I've been doing, let's see what you're up to! First, it's time for our weekly feature.

This week I want to feature two relative newbies to Wednesday Wait Loss. First up is Marsha @ Marsha's Spot, who is the yo-yo queen! Just look at this lovely quilt top she's assembling!

Next is Angie @ A Quilting Reader's Garden. Garden indeed. Take a look at this wonderful mini quilt! Please visit Marsha and Angie to see more of their gorgeous handwork.

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It's time to link up your WIPs and recent finishes, but first let me remind you of my giveaway - 6 fat quarters from the Starlight collection by Windham Fabrics. You'll get one chance for every WIP or finished quilt you link up this week and every week in November--up to three chances every week. (US residents only please.)

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journal-of-j34n31 · 7 years

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wednesday, june 14 2017

10:00 pm;

now it’s REALLY been a cool minute since i’ve been on here and it’s crazy how much life changes within’ a short amount of time. i will most definitely catch tumblr up on everything that has been happening like i’ve been meaning to, however, i’m just going to start at the point i’m currently at in this very moment. to sum it all up, today has been a really shitty day. last night, me and ae (his initials for tumblr purposes) planned on going to the fair today. we looked up what time it opened and it said 11. as i woke up this morning, i deadass jumped out of bed thinking it was already 10 am. after looking at the clock, i realized it was only 7 am. i checked my phone to see if ae had texted but i got nothing. i figured he was still asleep and decided to get ready anyways. i didn’t know whether to do my makeup or hair first because it was already 9 am and i didn’t want to curl my hair only to end up finding out he didn’t wanna go anymore. i still haven’t heard from him until i checked my snapchat at 10 not even realizing that he might have since i turned off my notifications. i forgot i had to do my streaks and found he sent me a snapchat asking what time we should leave, we ended up deciding 2 pm was fine because we were just going to walk around. i get ready and get a phone call around 12:45 while i was making an acas bowl. i went to meet ae and bhris over at fedex because ae’s car battery died. after all that was situated, he met me at my house around 2 pm and instead of risking it, he asked if we can drive one of my cars to the fair. my parents agreed as long as adrian was driving and not me. we leave my house and on the road. as i’m looking at his phone for the directions and music, all i hear is “BABE!” and an arm that gets thrown over my chest. i look up and see that we are about to run into a car stopped at a stop light trying to make a right. he slams on the break but that wasn’t good enough so we ended up rearending the small, red car infront of us. all i hear ae saying is “babe i’m so sorry, it’s my fault. it’s your car, i’m so sorry. babe.” and he was about to start crying. i was more concerned about his well-being so i kept trying to calm him down by repeatedly saying “stop that, you are fine. don’t worry about it, we’ll figure it out.” so we pull into a parking lot where we exchange information and whatnot. i was scared out of my mind with what was going to happen but i knew that ae is probably having it harder since it was him that had the incident. i tried doing all i can to comfort him but i know he didn’t want to be touched. the best i could do was calm him down and assure him everything was okay. the damage to my truck was not even bad, it was just the front license plate, thanks to the grill thingy in the front (my grandpa was definitely by my side), however, the other car was small and the back was wrecked. the car infront of that one ended up pulling over too, but there was not even the slightest scratch to it. after the cops pulled up, they were about to be fine and go without a written report or anything right? then this bitch that LITERALLY had no damage just had to call her boss and ask if they wanted a report because it was her company’s car. so they had to do all that stuff. the drive back home he was just in complete shock with how it all happened, he didn’t remember how he got to that point. i got home, walked inside, and spilled the news to my mom. she walked outside and gave adrian a hug telling him it’s okay and her main concern was that we were fine. i almost started crying right then and there. we just stood out there, talked, and ae called texted his parents. we went inside and talked even more. ae just sat there and my mom was hella worried, saying how she feels bad because she feels responsible for having him drive this and that. he gets up and texts the people involved letting them know that although he was the driver, it was not his car and gave him the right insurance. he calmed down after that but he had been scared of how his mom and my dad was going to react about the whole situation. as we waited for my dad to come home, it was quiet and whatnot. he comes home and was completely fine, ae told him everything that happened and my parents were trying to help. their main priority was that we were okay and ae was not going to get an ass whooping (at least not that bad) when he gets home. me and ae go to my room after talking and eating and watch a movie. he was fine, calm, and normal-ish. he left early to beat his mom home so she wouldn’t be more upset than she already was. i called him as he was driving to make sure he made it home safe because it’s what i usually do. he made it home and told me he would talk to me later. i laid in bed for a while and then took a shower. post-shower and i’m not feeling too good, not in a physical way. we ended up getting off the phone at 7:40 pm and i text him at 8:20 pm telling him to let me know what happens/i’m here if he needs me. it is currently 10:40 pm and i have no idea what to do. i am lowkey freaking out and i feel like i should just sleep because i am just overthinking everything. i told him not to beat himself up about it because it was an accident, he is fine, and we can’t do anything about it anymore.

10:43 pm;

everything is just going on in my head all at once right now. i know what happened had an impact on him and he needs space but i just want to comfort him. i want to make sure he is okay and let him know that everything will be okay. i was talking to jen earlier and just everything we were talking about has just been stuck in my head, not that i have never thought about all this before, but for some reason i just can’t shake it off. we realized that all of ae’s ex’s names end with an ‘a’ and how they were all mexican. i looked at some of them in the yearbook because i was just browsing through it and i got super insecure. they’re all GORGEOUS and they are all mexican. if any one of his ex’s said he downgraded then that wouldn’t be false. i can’t help but pick out every bad thing about myself. my natural eyebrows are trash, my skin is hella acting up and breaking out, i’m not losing any weight, my face is red and peeling because of this new skin care thing my mom is having me try, i have no talent, my jobless self doesn’t have money, my brain is not as intelligent as everyone else’s. my biggest fear is that he realizes how out of my league he is and he’ll leave me. he is truly the greatest thing that has ever happened to me and i fear that i won’t ever find anyone as good as him. i will be completely heartbroken, and a different kind of heartbroken i have ever felt, if anything ever end up taking us apart. i feel like one day i will be so scared to lose him and i’ll push him away to the point where i end it before it ends me first. he has such a close relationship with his sister and mother. his sister is drop dead gorgeous and she is two years younger than me. i feel like she looks at me and thinks how much better adrian can do. same with his mom. ever since he started being around me, he’s been getting introuble with her. whether it be staying out too late, or a mishap occurring (getting sick at six flags and falling asleep on the way home). i don’t want to be the girl his mom does not like her son dating because i change him into a person she fails to recognize. i feel like i am set at such a high standard to be his girlfriend and i’m not living up to it. he is so perfect to me in every way and i can never look at myself being enough for him. i’m scared that college is going to be the starting point of a continuous downhill tragedy. well i’m going to sleep before i cry out all my tears lmao.

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Thur, April 20, 2017

How am I feeling today? I don’t know yet. Barely awake. I wasn’t as depressed last night as I normally am. Maybe that’s because I was drinking some of my Mom’s vodka. Yes, I was drinking. I set the stove on fire while making dinner, burnt some of the meat because I went upstairs to smoke half a cigarette, and spilled water everywhere because I’m clumsy (no, not because of the alcohol, I’m just naturally clumsy). As I danced around the kitchen to Lana Del Rey, making dinner and sipping on the orange juice and vodka, I didn’t have a care in the world. I could be anything, talk to anyone, do everything. The drinking helps. I forgot how good the rush of drinking was, sad to say I’m not changing. I’m going back to old ways, drinking, smoking, and I was planning on taking pills again to get high sometime soon. My article made front page in Journalism, about teenage homelessness, so I guess that feels good, and my teacher is deciding to show everyone in the school, which like Kaydon said, “being appreciated is weird, huh?”. Some girl from my school came in yelling at a girl in my class about a stolen bag of pretzels, which followed in the vice principal coming in about 5 minutes later making a scene in front of the whole class about it, embarrassing the girl because he was pissed, call me an asshole but that’s amusing. I’m just sitting here, listening to my classmates talk to each other, and my music playing in my other ear. I need to learn how to not make awkward eye contact with people (once again, sorry Theo) because it’s really getting obnoxious, not only to other people but to myself as well. My dream last night was about the kids I was in the hospital with, and we were dying my hair. However, I didn’t have enough hair dye, so we went to the store to steal some, but got caught the first time, but like a video game, we got a second try. This time though, we stole a car with a police officer and went to another town without getting caught because we tricked the officer? I don’t know. It was fucked up. I’m supposed to be seeing my school counselor once a week, but she’s not gonna be here until next monday and I haven’t talked to her at all this week, whoops. I see my therapist tomorrow though so I should be fine. My therapist comes to the school every friday (which is almost every friday, there are sometimes when I don’t see her for a month) and I talk to her then. I kind of wish she would have seen me when I was in the hospital, because she’s out of Mason City, but she was on vacation when I was there. However, talking to Angie and Nick wasn’t bad. I enjoyed it. I guess I’m not as depressed today, however I think the lady who walked me down to the counselor’s office thought I was at risk or something because she was really trying to make sure I saw someone today, because since Pat won’t be there today, she took me to the second school counselor, and then she tried to get me to go to the middle school counselor, and then she tried to have me talk to Mr. Caffrey to see what he could do, even though I told her I would be talking to Jen tomorrow about a million times. Speaking of seeing Jen, what am I even going to talk to her about? The suicidal thoughts? The drinking? The smoking? The next attempt at pill popping? The constant haze coming back? Whenever I try to tell her about being suicidal there is always an excuse for it, on her end, so maybe not that. I’m not telling her about the drinking, my Mom will hide it and not let me out of the house. The smoking, maybe I’ll tell her I need nicotine. The pill popping, ha, no. Get thrown back in the hospital? I don’t think so. I mean, I wouldn’t mind going back but still. The constant haze, I’m sure she’ll get that out of me either way. Maybe I’m not as depressed because Kaitlin’s back at school today, but then again, Dustin was at school yesterday and I was content, so I don’t think that’s it. I don’t know. I really don’t want to go to choir today, it’s just a bore and it’s super annoying to me, like I enjoy singing but the girls in my class are so caught up in pointless drama, and they’re so immature. It really fucking pisses me off, and most of them think they’re better than everyone else. I might decide to be super late, because fuck it. I just realized that I’m kind of writing this like a story with a bunch of flaws. Like my life is a story anybody would want to read. Maybe other suicidal, drug addicted teens but that’s about it. This fucking school pisses me off so bad, we try so hard. We try to hard to be important when in reality, we’re just another school with bullshit teachers, with bullshit students, who create bullshit drama, in which those bullshit students get depressed over. I wanna write something on the bathroom stall that is gonna open somebody’s eyes. Everyday, I look at the writing upon these walls. Some of these things are inspirational, some are seriously fucked up, some are depressing and others are actually correct. Some examples are “Love yourself”, “Love isn’t real” which was then added with a comment of “just because you don’t believe in love doesn’t mean it’s not real”, and if you’re like my old friend and I, you’ll draw a pot leaf on the wall along with Pink Floyd lyrics. I might write something if I’m late to choir, because I will probably sit in the bathroom, because if the nurse is there, we can’t go there and we already had a conversation that going to the nurse won’t really work. I’ll just be late and tell him I was having stomach problems, or I could just tell the office I threw up and go home. I guess this isn’t really just a “how am I feeling today?” type thing, it’s more of something for me to remember high school by, and I guess it could also be “how suicidal am I feeling today?”. I don’t know, dude. I realized today I get along with this freshman named Dawson really well. Kaitlin and I told him the story (both of our stories) of why we went to five east. He seemed pretty interested, so I hope he doesn’t think, “pills? cool!”. He’s rather small so I would rather him not. I also went to wave at him while saying “LOOK, ITS MY FRESHMAN FRIEND DAWSON ——!”, from there he went in for a high five so, fuck it, why not. I don’t like many freshman, but I have a soft spot for him. I also grabbed Kaydons ass today. Yeah, I made a joke about the way he waddles when he walks so he pulled up his hoodie from his sweatpants and made his butt stick out when he walked so why not. We both just laughed about it, but ever since then he’s been nicer to me? Alright. I also ran quite a bit in gym class today. Yeah, ran. I’m surprised I can do that. I smoke too much, and I’m not athletic. However, I find it calming to me, especially if I’m listening to music, upbeat music of course. Meaning XXXTentacion, his faster songs of course. I also made this senior laugh today with my sarcastic-assholeness towards a teacher, and I laughed with him about a joke he made towards the sub, his name is Jordon, and I’ve wanted to say hey for a while, but like me, he has a pretty good resting bitch face, so I just stay out of his way. Mood today: better.

#april 2017 #april 20

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SOBBE SPIN THE BOTTLE SNEAK PEEK

Full fic coming tomorrow <3

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Robbe was going to murder Jens.

Robbe didn’t care about the girls. Sure, they were all friends and they went to the same school together, but when Robbe slept over at Jens — mostly to ignore the escalatingly uncomfortable situation at his house — he just wanted to be with Jens, eating greasy food and passing out with game controllers in hand.

But he wanted Jens to be happy, and he knew Jens was trying to be a good boyfriend to Britt, so Robbe let himself be dragged to every party and get-together.

But now Robbe was going to run the risk of having to kiss one of his friends, right in front of everyone. At least with Seven Minutes in Heaven -- another form of torture the girls had put them all through -- he could stand in silence privately with the person for those agonizingly slow minutes and be done with it. But now, that bottle could spin to him, and everyone’s eyes would be on him. He did NOT want to kiss any girls. Not now. Probably never. And the boys...well, he would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought once or twice about what it would be like to kiss Jens. They were close, after all. But that was not something he wanted to reveal tonight — or ever. For now, his fate lay in the random whim of a soda bottle.

His palms started to sweat as the group began sitting cross legged on the floor, forming a circle. Luca met Robbe’s gaze, patting an empty spot next to her. Pretending not to see, Robbe reluctantly went over to sit next to Jana, who was wiping away lingering lipstick smudges with a finger. Jens sat and placed the bottle in the middle of the floor, a wide smile on his face. He started to speak when the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it,” Amber said, jumping up from the circle. “I forgot I invited my cousin. He’s always late.” She rolled her eyes as she turned and walked down the hall.

“Amber’s cousin?” Moyo asked, looking around at them. “Do we know Amber’s cousin?”

“I’ve only heard about him,” Jana said, shrugging her shoulders. “He’s the one that goes to that art school downtown?”

“Oh, right,” Moyo said, scoffing. “The alternative dude. He better not try to steal our ladies,” he muttered to Jens who laughed and shoved his shoulder.

Robbe had heard little about Amber’s cousin. He knew that Sander was two years older than them, and a really talented artist. But that was all he knew.

Sander rolled his eyes at Amber’s back and shrugged out of his jacket, laying it over a nearby chair.

“Thanks for letting me come, guys,” he said, his voice deep. At 14? Robbe thought. How did he already sound like a full-grown man? “Sorry I’m late.”

Robbe was not going to survive this.

#wtfock #wtfock fanfic #sobbe fanfic #spin the bottle #THEY GONNA SMOOCH

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