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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 4 years

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The Mystery (White Demon's Love Song, Part 4.)

Series description: A new job was what the reason you found yourself on a lonely roadtrip on the western coast, ending up in the woods of Olympian Peninsula. Yet a sudden car malfuction was what cause your unplanned stay in Forks. To your surprise, there was a lot of sinister things going on under the veil of fog.

Part summary: There was no denying inside your mind - Jacob was suspicious and something was going on with him. Yet as you try to make up your mind about the whole thing, you encounter an unwelcomed visitor.

A/N: So, honestly, there is a LOT going on in this chapter alone. But I like that, at least we ain’t static and we keep pushing the story forward. Also, Charlie’s here’

Tagging: @missdictatorme

Word count: 4.7 K

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The muscle pain was too much for you as you tried to get out of the bed. You knew you won't get up when you were walking up the whole night. Even your mood was moron-ish. Jacob was still sleeping on the sofa when you took a shower and made all of your morning rituals peacefully. Great. It was roughly seven in the morning. There was a deep mist and it was raining outside - but dear God, you couldn't wait to go on a long walk. As you watched Jacob sleeping, you decided to leave him a note.

'Jake, I went outside. It was raining, so I borrowed a raincoat from the hanger. I'll be back soon.' - That was all you wrote there. You didn't know there you were about to go yet, but the idea of Jacob knowing where you were venturing made you worried. At first, you wanted to go to the city center to look around Forks - but then you turned in the woods. You should try to look around... Maybe for a walk at least a mile or so.

There was a small path, a barely visible one - you were pretty sure that this was the spot where Jacob disappeared last night. Quickly, you looked around and ventured between the trees. God, it was cold again. The mist was leaving your mouth again and you had goosebumps. The wet ferns weren't helping at all; the leaves were smoothing your calves and it was making small maps of water on your legs. Your skin was freezing at those small spots. The ground was soaking wet but hard nonetheless.

You were walking down the path with your head more or less empty. There were no thoughts - sure, the suspicions were trying to make their way into the spotlight, but you didn't still want to believe that Jacob would be a killer for real. The fear was purely irrational, the whole deal was coming out of a troubled relationship you had before.

The man was an asshole. A serious one. You were young and dumb when you started dating him. There was no domestic violence involved in the relationship, but he was making an advantage out of his physical appearance. Ever since that moment, you didn't have the best feeling about physically noticeable men. Yet although the fear was inside you, it didn't mean at all that Jacob would be similar to the said ex-boyfriend and he, indeed, wasn't. Yet this behavior was particularly strange. Who would be walking into the woods in the night, coming back in the early morning?

It took you almost twenty minutes to stop and look around. Small raindrops were falling onto the soil, the ambient sounds of the forest were like a blessing to your soul. Then you noticed. At first, you didn't notice anything. You almost thought that you were delusional. Quickly, you glanced around and walked off the path, to rise a piece of cloth laying on a lonely root. It was still there when you walked to it and picked it up. It was... It used to be a torso of a t-shirt with a print of sorts. It was torn to shreds.

Something clicked inside your brain. When Jacob took you inside his flat, there were shreds of clothes laying everywhere. At first, you suspected that Jake might be a monster in the sheets or something like that - yet the ghost of Bella and an absence of a woman in the flat made you sure it's not the case. Now, there were shreds of clothes in the woods. It was at that moment when you heard a thud. You couldn't tell what it was. At first, you thought that Jacob might've caught you at his sacred place - yet when you turned around, there was no one. Okay, it was time to go back. You were freezing anyway. Quickly, you turned back to the path and started walking in a quick tempo - your palm pushed the shred deep into one of the pockets and fastened without realizing it. Another thud canceled the silence - it was way closer than the last time.

Your blood froze when you realized you've heard a growl. Quickly, you ran for your life. It didn't matter what it was, you didn't look back - you were terrified. Once, you almost fell on the ground. The shop was just behind the trees when you realized something growled just a step behind you as if something was playing games with you. A horrified squeal came out of your lips as you jumped forward, landing on the small lawn at the back entrance. There was a feeling of stupidity as you started crying, but you indeed were laying on your back, watched the sky, and cried. Soon after, you realized someone was touching you. With a scream, you pushed yourself off the someone before realizing it's just Jacob. Just Jacob who was going on walks in deep nights. Honestly, it was better to be killed by someone you already knew than getting harmed by something that was chasing you down in the woods.

"Did something happen to you?" - The man started to check you - his palms were searching for something in your arms and face as if he was expecting to find something. - "I swear that it might sound crazy, but I know something was chasing me down. Something was there in the woods with me, Jacob, I swear." - Dear Lord, you were chaotically mumbling without knowing what was coming out of your mouth. Then something else clicked. - "Dear God, you're burning, Jacob." - As you wanted to put your palm on his forehead, Jacob suddenly pulled away and got back on his legs. - "You're just freezing, trust me. Did you see anything?" - The man asked. He didn't think you're crazy. More so, he was taking you dead serious. And fuck, you couldn't tell what was worse.

"No, I just heard weird thuds... You know... As if something was jumping from tree to tree..." - It was coming out of your mouth unconsciously as you were getting up as well. - "Forget it. I think that Forks is just stressing me the hell out. I'm not used to this atmosphere and weather." - But Jacob didn't answer this allegation. More so, he was getting more and more serious.

"I... Need to go somewhere. Would you mind if I leave you at Charlie's for a while? You're going to be safe with him, I swear." - Jacob asked seriously. This was making you crazy. What was happening? Why did he know that something might be happening? - "Don't you want to tell me what's going on here?" - This was everything you were capable of saying. - Jacob froze down for a second before he knew what to say. - "We have a lot of mountain lions here in the last few months. I'll drive to my friend's to assemble a hunting party." - Wait a moment... You just told him something was jumping from a tree to tree, like a monkey, and he told you about mountain lions with a dead ass face. This wasn't adding up.

But it was a good idea to spend some time at the police station. It might calm you down, it lets you come to different thoughts and conclusions. Charlie might know something about all of this too, why wouldn't he? - "Yeah, that's probably the best idea." - This was all you need to say. Jacob instructed you to take the towtruck and gave you the address, which you then wrote to navigation. He told you he's going to take the bike - it was Saturday, so he didn't have to pull a small board with 'Closed' written on it, but he still made sure it's hanging on the garage door. Just before you took off - after you changed your clothes and put the dirty ones into the laundry, Jacob called Charlie and asked him if it's okay to send you there. Sure, Jake might as well send you to Newton's outdoor shop or he could straightaway take you to La Push with him to hear every fucking secret.

Charlie's was most likely the safest place right now. Why? Jacob knew precisely what was hunting you in the woods and Charlie's house was monitored almost all the time since Charlie was a part of the La Push family and he still was Bella's dad. They were keeping an eye out there. It was one of the leeches - and it was so insolent that it almost hunt you down to a werewolf's liar. It was late to chase the thing down, yet the smell gave it away. It was the same woman he, Seth, and Embry encountered just two days. Now, it knew where he lives. Honestly, Jacob couldn't care less. Sure, vampires could be a problem, but not a real danger for a shifter like him. If the bloodsucker would try to sneak into the flat, he would have no real problem defending it. The problem was that this was too close to the city - the group was trying to get closer and closer with each day. They needed to change schedules again, serrulate around Forks.

Thanks to God, Charlie didn't have any problem with taking you in for the afternoon - he even told Jake he might be going on a visit to Billy's, which sounded like a good idea. Jake knew you were there on a road trip and the beaches were a must-see. Also, La Push was soaked with their stench and guarded all day. Every werewolf that was trying to rest after the watch was ready to strike any time. - "Hey..." - Jacob made you roll the window down. It was raining more than before, so he was soaking wet within the next minute. Yet he didn't seem to notice it. - "I know it's weird, but trust me, you don't want to do one-v-one with a mountain lion. It would win for sure." - This made you grin as you shook your head. - "Maybe I have superpowers. What can you know?" - For a moment, you just chatted and neither of you knew there was a pair of curious eyes sitting up high in the trees, listening to every word of the conversation.

Hell, this whole trip was already too crazy, why would you get scared by spending your afternoon at some policeman's house? If anything, this seemed to be the most reasonable thing you did in the last three days. The stay in Forks was straight out of a movie or a book. Soon after you took off, you noticed that the navigation certainly wasn't taking you to the police station. You were driving to the other side of Forks, to a pretty large neighborhood. - "Evergreen Loop... One... Three..." - You counted the housed, crouching out of the window like an idiot. Well, you didn't have a chance of missing Charlie Swan's house - the man was standing there with an empty expression, waiting for you outside the door in old jeans and a flannel shirt. How did no-one living here feel cold? You've seen a guy in shorts, in this heavy rain, when you were on your way here.

Carefully, you put your car behind the chief's police car and you ran to the door as quickly as you could, nervously grinning at Charlie when you were climbing down the stairs. - "I... Hey. I know it's weird, but when I was on a walk this morning, I stomped upon a mountain lion and it made me scared, so I refused to stay at Jacob's workshop." - This was a fabricated lie, but some facts here and there aligned. Honestly, Charlie wasn't in a mood of finding out what was happening - the only thing he knew was that you needed babysitting for the day and since he was alone at home, why wouldn't he let you stay there?

The house was big on the inside, although it could be seen that it's very old. The colors were faded, the furniture was old... Well, at least the house was nicely warm and there weren't shreds of clothes laying everywhere. You could appreciate that. - "Do you want something warm to drink?" - Charlie asked, still standing behind you, which made you freak out a bit. With was going on since last night, when you noticed Jacob's spending excessive time in the woods, you were kind of jumpy. Who wouldn't be? - "That would be great, thank you." - The smile wasn't convincing at all, but Charlie wasn't the one to ask. He just started to make you a cup of tea. Quietly, you've sat at the table in the kitchen and took a look around. There was a lot of photos held by magnets on his fridge.

On one of them, there was Charlie next to an old, white-haired man. Both of them were dressed in fishing equipment, holding their rods proudly with a big smile. Then, there was Charlie and a girl... Who was strikingly similar to him - the resemblance was undeniable. Both had dark, brown eyes and hair, the same uneasy smiled and awkward posture. But the girl was pretty. Her features were balanced and calm as she smiled to the camera - this must've been Bella, you concluded. On another picture, there was Bella and fuck, someone had to figure out her angle there - because she was breathtaking. There was an equally handsome man next to her, holding a small girl on his forearm. Her husband and daughter, you figured out without a problem. The girl was resembling her mother a lot too, so this must've been in the family. On the last, and presumably the most recent one, there was Charlie with a beautiful black-haired woman his age. Yet her skin was russet's, like Jacob's. Was Charlie his dad? No, you stopped yourself. These two were nothing alike.

"What you're studying there?" - Charlie muttered out suddenly, making you feel like a guilty five-year-old. Well, you didn't have to stare at the fridge so obviously, yet you did. You deserved this. Although the Bella questions were itching your tongue, especially after seeing her happily married on the photo, you decided to ask on the last one. - "Is that your wife? I mean, she's really pretty." - Quickly, you pointed at the photo of him and the black-haired woman. Charlie was kissing her temple there while she was laughing at the camera. The man got flustered pretty easily. Maybe, you shouldn't ask about such personal things. God, what if she was dead? Oh, no. - "That's not my wife. It's my girlfriend, you could say, I guess... Her name's Sue and she's from La Push. She's staying here for the most part, but her son isn't feeling too well lately, so she wanted to stay at their house for some time." - Wow.

Charlie himself was surprised by how many did he tell you about his relationship with Sue. It was probably just that he wasn't used to being alone - Sue and he were taking it seriously for the last few years and she was there for him the whole time since Bella moved out of Forks. Yet he was alone in the house for the last week... So it was probably showing a bit. Usually, he wasn't this opened with strangers, but you were in Bella's age and honestly, he needed someone's company. Sue barely picked up the phone in the last few days and she was very worried about Seth for the most part.

He was a cop, right? And ever since he knew about Jacob's funky business, he naturally figured out what was wrong with Seth. The young boy was in the same business as Jacob. He needed Sue to take care of him, and Charlie, being a single parent himself, could understand that. Naturally, Charlie didn't know everything about the werewolves - he didn't ask Jacob a single question about it, because he refused to be directly involved in their 'wolf thing'. And the wolves re-appearing meant that most likely, something much more dangerous than a few overbred mountain lions is lurking around Forks, which was also the reason Jacob drove to Sam's. That was all Charlie knew and he wanted to keep it that way.

The man wouldn't say it out loud, but you were kind of a welcomed guest at the house. You welcomed the stay there since, in this house, you felt much safer - and Charlie had some company. He knew that he won't be talking much, but he was glad he isn't entirely alone in there. - "You've told me that your car broke down, right?" - He asked as he sat down at the table as well, giving you the cup of tea. In answer, you nodded. - "You also talked about Tacoma." - "Yeah. I wanted to travel a bit before settling down because of my job at Tacoma. Which led me here." - "Great!" - Charlie exclaimed all of a sudden, making your eyes widen at such a reaction. - "I was planning on visiting a friend of mine living in La Push and trust me, the beaches are something you can't miss. The friend is Jake's dad." - Charlie said with an important smile. Oh no, he thought that you're having... Something.

First off, it was too early to even get to know each other, let alone have something with the 'split-personality Jacob'. Second off... Why on earth would you fancy a guy about who you thought he might kill you in a gruesome way? He had his chances and truly, he hadn't killed you yet, but maybe he was just waiting for a chance. Especially after his late-night walks, that were super-off in your opinion. - "Uhm, I would like to come along. Not... Not to see Jacob's dad, of course. I would like to see the beaches. If you're saying I have to see them, then I have to see them." - Once more, you smiled at took a sip of the hot drink. You needed just that.

The conversation between you and Charlie was rather subtle and not too personal. But it was nice. Charlie was a calm, reserved man who was better at listening than talking. When there was nothing left to talk about, he invited you to watch a baseball game - and just after a few minutes after it started, you found yourself dead asleep in the armchair. No wonder there - you've spent at least half of the night awake, so you were tired as hell. The man, to your surprise, threw a blanket over you - and since he wasn't the cooking type, he ordered pizza, one for each. He didn't wake you up to ask you about the ingredients, so he just hoped he'd get it right. And to his surprise, you almost cried when he woke you up, telling you the lunch is served on the table.

It took you a grand total of ten minutes to pay Charlie for the food. Jacob might've noted something about being low on budget when Charlie asked him why he's having you at the workshop, so naturally, he presumed the lunch is his treat. It was just a damn pizza, for God's sake. It wouldn't ruin his financial plan or anything like that. When he refused to take the money again, you just put it on the table as you were leaving for La Push. He was driving first in his police car with you just meters from the back of his police car.

The reservation was a magical place, you had to say. The woods were strikingly similar, but... The feeling was different. The houses were smaller and less frequent. As Charlie took a turn, you followed - both of you stopped in front of a small house with a red facade, which was almost entirely gone. It was a tiny house - a young woman was standing in the subtle rain, smiling at Charlie mostly. Next to her, a man was sitting in a wheelchair - his smile was even wider. His hair was just like Jacob's, long and black. Their features were also very similar. So this was Jacob's dad, you assumed. And this... Was either his mother, a friend, another family member, or Jacob's sister. Your bets on sister, but who knew?

Since the very first moment, it was evident that Charlie and Billy, as the man introduced himself to you, knew each other for a whole eternity. There was a lot of laughter, internal joke and for the most part, they weren't paying you any attention at all. Which was good. But the young woman didn't let you go unnoticed. She, also, was strikingly similar to Jake and charming. It was one of those girls which you think you already met and knew, even when you met them for the first time. - "My name's Rachel. Hi." - She walked to you with her arms entwined on her chest and a big smile on her face. - "I'm Y/N, nice to meet you." - Oh, the phrase sounded bad after a total of two days you've spent in Forks and near cities. How many times will you introduce yourself to someone? - "And you're driving my younger brother's most beloved car." - She joked, but it didn't come across as funny to you. Another extremely weird smile appeared on your face as you got flustered. Charlie and Billy had disappeared inside the house some time ago, so now you were alone with Rachel.

"Um... That's a long and wild story." - This was all you answered. - "Charlie told me about the beaches here and that I have to see them? Can you give me instructions on how to get there? I don't want to bother you." - This taken Rachel away. So, you surely weren't Jacob's fling, because the whole topic made you unnerved. Yet she was interested in the story. - "What if... We take Jake's car and go there together? It might be fine to have some company." - She smiled. This time, there wasn't anything flustering about what she said. And to be honest, it was nice to go there with someone... Who wasn't a man? Except for Mrs. Peterson, and the weird conversation between you and Mrs. Newton, you hadn't talked to a girl... In a few weeks. - "Okay then, take the lead."

Throughout the whole time, Rachel was pumped about driving in the towtruck. From what she told you, you understood that the car was Jake's most beloved possession and that he rarely let it out of his sight. She made you swore not to tell him she was driving the truck. It was as you approached the beach when it struck you - why Charlie told you that you have to visit the beach. It was the atmosphere. The sea was lazily rolling small rocks around, there was a lot of washed-out logs on the beach, used as benches and an impressive number of people. - "Welcome to La Push." - Rachel smiled at you when she saw the way you looked around the beach. The most interesting thing for your eyes were two small isles just hundreds of feet from the beach. One could swim there.

"So, will you tell me the story?" - The woman asked when you walked to the beach, deciding that you will have a small walk to the nearby pounds in the woods. You started talking - how you planned on moving to Tacoma and getting a job there, about the whole road trip, and how you got stuck in Forks - highlighting the part where Jacob helped you out a big-time to make her little brother look good. Of course, you told her about the mountain lion thing. Rachel knew that was a lie, but she kept her mouth shut. - "Don't tell him I told you, but... Jake was never a bad guy. Sure, he had his moments and periods of being... A big asshole, but he has a good heart. After our dad." - Rachel smiled when you stopped just a couple of yards from the trees, standing there with your palms in the pockets of your jackets. The wind was really cold, but it didn't make the place less magical. - "Billy seems like a jolly person." - You acknowledged. - "Oh man, you should've seen him before the car crash. He was running around like crazy." - Rachel smiled sadly. There was a banter that kept you from asking about what happened to Billy, but Rachel started to talk on your own.

Just like you felt nice in her company, you seemed like a nice, trustworthy person as well. Since it didn't look like you'll be telling Jacob everything she told you, she started talking. It would be hard to talk about Sara, that was their mom, and the night just a few years back. But since she got back to La Push and started dating Paul, one of Jake's friends, she found reconciliation there. It was like a cure for her soul when she could tell someone who was simply listening. No dumb questions asked, no weird looks, anything - just listening to the story. Of course, she let out everything about the shifters, but she gave you a pretty good idea about what was going. - "I'm sorry if this sounds weird, but... Something's bugging the living hell out of me since we visited Mrs. Peterson because of her old car." - You started on your way up to the pounds. Rachel didn't need to hear the rest of it. - "Bella Swan, isn't it?" - She asked, knowing precisely what you had on your mind.

"The girl wrapped Jake around her finger pretty well. To be honest, I know Jake wasn't always the nicest to her either, but... I don't know. It was wild if I can be honest with you. She left Forks after she married one of the Cullens and sometimes, she stops by. Thanks to God, she knows better than visiting Jake. It would just wake up some nasty things." - Oh, so this was what happened... Naturally, Jacob had a different approach to the situation - something else happened in his perspective, but you sure as hell weren't about to ask him. Without further questions, you nodded and focused on the path under your legs.

The walk to the pounds was very nice - Rachel told you some stories about the pounds and then she talked about her twin, Rebecca, and Jake, telling you stories from their childhood. When she described how many times Jacob fell to the pond, you were kind of worried about him - it was a miracle that he hadn't drowned before reaching the age of six. Honestly, it was amazing how many stories she had - all of the stories had a specific story and each of the small pieces of history was making a nicer, clearer picture of La Push in your head. When first thunders hit your ears, it was still too far away, you decided to walk back to the beach and ride back to Billy's. But Jacob changed your plans without doing anything.

He was just standing above the beach with his hair let down, it was reaching way below his jaws, standing there with his elbows over his chest. His chocolate, dark eyes were watching as you and Rachel slowly walked closer to him. - "I see you two have already... Introduced." - The man looked at both of you, there was a hint of when he saw you both slowly walking down the beach. - "She wanted to drive here alone, so I've just asked if she wants someone to go with her." - Rachel vindicated both you as soon as it sounded kind of suspicious coming from Jacob. Then, after a slight moment, a small smile appeared on his face. - "That's nice of you, sis. One would've suspected you did it just because you had a chance to drive my truck, which is it?" - Jake asked with a small smile on his face. With that, you listened to the brother-sister bickering as you walked back to the truck.

Neither of you knew that the whole time, a wolf was watching over the whole beach, protecting you from the danger you could be in.

#jacob black x reader #la push #forks washington #charlie swan #mike newton #jacob black #seth clearwater #sue clearwater #sue clearwater (swan???)#the uley pack #the black pack #twilight saga #the twilight saga #twilight crackheads #twilight renessaince #i am once again going against the cannon #i am not even ashamed at this point

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crowleycrawley · 4 years

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OKAY Y’ALL

buckle up cause this is gonna be a LONG POST!!! tma meta about the avatars and being CONNECTED in the apocalypse under the cut!!! SPOILERS FOR MAG 163-166 AHEAD

okay SO. first up, we have the tower. so the tower obviously is in London, watching every single person’s suffering, and in that tower is ELIAS himself (ngl it’s totally lord of the rings vibes...). so this tower sees all, and that means (as Not-Sasha says) it’s painful for things that don’t want to be seen, and the fact that things in the BURIED even know its there even if they can’t see it is just. VERY interesting, because why would the eye want to know all that? and furthermore, if jon is technically connected to the eye, and he can reach down into the buried, pick out individual people, and tell their stories then why can’t he see melanie and georgie?? for melanie it’s very likely cause of her non tether to the beholding, but for georgie?? she isn’t even technically an avatar, so he should have no problem seeing her, but he CAN’T. wack...

moving on!! so the first place they get to once they leave the cabin is the SLAUGHTER. the slaughter is very messed up here!! but first and foremost i would like to direct your attention to jon calling the slaughter victims “meat”. it’s VERY similar to the flesh, and he even goes so far as to call what they’re walking into a meat grinder. the meat grinder was the entire salesa statement (mag 115) which was ABSOLUTELY flesh!! PLUS that statement even starts out with salesa talking about a slaughter artifact he sold to the institute (which isn’t really related but Y’ALL they’re just so connected)!! plus. helicopter?? falling from a HEIGHT??? vast!!!??? okay NEXT connection we have “scorched earth” which is ABSOLUTELY desolation. like this whole battlefield situation?? completely desolation!! everything is on fire, chaos, that’s what that entity covets. and NEXT in that same statement we have the BURIED!! where the mud drags charlie down so the barbed wire wraps around him!! folks we are getting SO MANY ENTITIES!!! and then we are back to the flesh again, between ishaan “contorting himself to fit” and the “pig faced enemies” that’s directly flesh related!! plus!! plus!!! in the tank he’s basically BURNING!!! FOLKS THE DESOLATION IS BACK!!!!! and then!!!!! the field hospital!!!!!! “piles of festering gauze” like excuse me as if this all wasn’t bad enough Y’ALL GOT CORRUPTION TOO!!! yikes!!!!!! then we have MORE flesh with that weird creepy doctor dude who has way too many limbs AND we have a bit of lonely with hasana!! no one listens to her, everyone thinks she’s invisible basically, and she got no idea what she doin!! THEN we have corruption again with that gas stuff!!! it sounds almost EXACTLY like mag 157 (where dekker goes to the town in Germany and hmm. amhearst....) also LAST point i didn’t specify it anywhere in particular but the enemy is super hunt like!! with the whole ‘the enemy are monsters and are coming for me’ mentality!!

OKAY NEXT EPISODE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

first up we have FLESH!!! “far from the din and compacted flesh of the city” like oof!!! then we got the MAYPOLE with the “mildewed strips of colored cloth hanging limply from it like shreds of ragged skin” like!!!!!!!! LIKE!!!!!!!!!! y’all!! firstly the COLORS are very much reminiscent of the stranger with the circus (cause bright colors!! celebration!!) and obvs the ragged skin is pretty flesh oriented i think... moving on to the BASE of the flag pole it’s “ashen and charred” like hello!!! desolation WHO!!! next up still on desolation is the burning of the corruption like damn... still on desolation baby!! THEN we have the whole bones thing which like BACK TO FLESH!! and then EXCUSE ME STRANGER EVERYWHERE like these masks!! the coats!!! who knows who’s under that!!!!! and then of course we got just a DASH of spiral with the whole inspection thing, like oof!!! especially w/ the whole “those who are unblemished suffer most” like. oof. the whole ‘you have to be infected because there’s no way you’re just an outsider coming here seeking refuge’ is so spiral!! that little DASH of madness, that little smidge of ‘there’s no way they’re not infected’ that’s just SO spiral!! then we have both slaughter AND desolation rolled into one with the “purifying fire” and the brutal murder of innocents!! like big yikes!!! plus then we have MORE stranger with the whole questioning when you got there and how deep your roots go thing, which is another big oof and plus!!! the only real difference between full on stranger and this place is that the residents think they know each other and will stand together instead of fighting like the people on the merry go round! and then. THEN. we got the maypole watching everyone. sound FAMILIAR Y’ALL!! the BEHOLDING makes a special appearance!!! then we got MORE spiral with the whole “the deception is pitiable, and yet deep down every villager knows the mold has marked them deeper than any of the others, and carries it as their most secret shame” line like DAMN!!! that’s literally the spiral bc the spiral is 100% dealing with deception!! and then we are BACK to flesh with the whole razor deal (which was a big oof like ew) and the whole idea that there’s an end to the corruption!! after that we have the whole witch hunt for mrs kim which is very HUNT centric!!! and then just to round it all out we have MORE corruption (obvs) with MORE flesh when the bones get hit and jillian explodes!!

STATEMENT ENDS.

NEXT EPISODE!!! okay this one was sort of brutal to try to decipher because wow!! lots of words and very little punctuation, but here we go!!! so first up we have the faces, which is obvs very stranger, but we also have “all the tattered stolen souls who sense of me is swollen and distended into nothing” which sounds actually very much corruption!! THEN we have the MUSIC and the DANCING!!! so the music is VERY much like the slaughter ritual on the boat (mag 105) and the dancing is also JUST like that, so on the whole so far this looks very tied to slaughter!! then we dive into “eggshell thin reality” which is SUPER spiral like doubting reality, thinking you’re going crazy, etc. then this whole next part is VERY hunt with the whole chase and all, and the tiring of the chase and the stealing of the faces!!! plus the merry go round itself honestly screams spiral i mean between not being able to get off at the same spot twice and the whole “curling path [...] twisted, wound, and spinning”.... SPIRAL..... then there’s a dash of vast with leaping off the ride, and another smidge of slaughter with the blood on your hands. THEN we have the whole description about wanting to be a “who”, which is SUPER similar to what michael talked about with the whole identity thing, which either says something about the spiral or says something about him!!! then there is MORE corruption with “The rotten, ragged rush of fetid fingernails that dig and push and reach around the edges of your face” and WOW what a vibe check.... oof. then there’s some flesh with the animal skin comparison, and a DASH of what looks like end in there with the dream references!! and to top it all off we’ve got a DASH more hunt at the end with the faceless things back on the chase!!

AND NOW we have the whole not-sasha conversation!! this whole thing was a VIBE tbh and honestly like!!!! go off!!!!!! but this is one of the first times it becomes clear jon can sense just about ANYTHING which getting back to the original point is kinda weird because he can sense this crazy avatar THING but not (note, only TWO) of his friends?? weird... then we have the whole “she can’t touch us” argument, and the fact that not-sasha is so pissed about being nobody but being seen!!! like THAT is important and it’s probably going to be EXTRA important for the lonely, bc how can you be lonely if you know you’re being watched?? wouldn’t that technically mess up the whole idea of being ALONE??? and then of course the way the ceaseless watcher SMITES not-sasha like wOAH who knew it could do THAT??? wack!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OKAY WORM TIME. so being perfectly honest here when i first read the episode title i really thought it was about jane prentiss again and i got so excited... so that’s the FIRST connection is WORMS and corruption like yes worms burrow n stuff but they are literally the first monster in the series that is actually a serious threat!!! WORM!!! okay next up we have WEB with sam’s whole lamenting the fact that he doesn’t have choices like wow!!! web has arrived at last!!!!!!! then we YET AGAIN have a dash of flesh tossed in with the whole arms and legs thing and the contortions!!! yikes!! then the beholding is out there vibing again and reminding him “he had eyes”, and there’s a LITTLE bit of vast with all this talking about the sky n stuff (but not super important cause the vast is sorta the opposite of the buried)... then there’s a bit of light mentioned (desolation making a comeback!) and the dark and cold is there too (wooo dark arrives)!!! there’s also a LOT of lonely in this episode because everyone has their own tunnel (until sam meets richard) which is very interesting bc honestly that seems like a lot of tunnels and sorta begs the question just how many people there are there?? then there’s MORE darkness and the whole thing about the fear of never seeing the pinprick of light again which honestly seems like lonely again (losing hope and losing the gaze of the eye), but then there’s some SOLID slaughter action going on when richard and sam meet!! THEN lastly, rounding the episode off, there’s a dash of corruption with richard’s mouldering body and a smidge of flesh as sam has to contort himself to see the light again.

and then!!! last quick mention!!!!! annabelle!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! why can’t jon see her???? this is more like. web don’t want him to, or maybe the BEHOLDING doesn’t want him to, but why not??? all very strange..........

anyway tysm for reading!!

#the magnus archives #tma #tma meta #tma spoilers #i am not tagging all these characters #tma entities #did i actually just write almost 2000 words on this?? yes. yes i did

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angelfire115 · 4 years

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The one who fell part 6

Alice woke up startled, she looked around her, her breathing heavy. As she glanced around the room, she noticed she wasn't anywhere that she recognized. The room she was in was small but red. She got jumpscared when she noticed an elegant buck head right above the bed. She got out from the bed, noticing she was wearing a night gown and was no longer covered in blood. Her memory resurfaced in her mind and she remembered being cornered, covered in blood and there was Alastor. Her heart stopped as she put two and two together. Was she in Alastors house? She slowly made her way to the door and slowly opened it. The sound of old music she's only ever heard play at her grandparents house, filled her ears. As she stepped out and walked down the hallway, passing several rooms, she followed the music. As it got louder and she could see the end of the hall, she peeked her head around the corner.

It looked like a lounge room but an old style type, something like 1920's or 30's. It even smelled old, she saw a kitchen as well near her but luckily, no Alastor. The door was right there, she was so close to it. All she had to do was sneak out and run for it, all the way back at the hotel. She also noticed she didn't have those weapons but she didn't care. She could handle Angels complaints later, right now, she had to get out of there alive. She stepped out from the corner and made her way to the front door. When she made it, she grabbed the door knob. Alastor: "Where do you think you're going, deary?". The sound of his voice made her yelp and swing her hand at him. Before it could hit, he quickly caught her hand. She looked up at him, fear in her eyes. He grabbed her wrist and held it tightly. Not enough to hurt but enough to know, she couldn't escape easily. But she wouldn't give up so she tried to tug at it but, to no avail. Alice: "Let, go, please". She begged him to let go, begged him to leave her alone. This futile struggling caused Alastor to smile wider at her failed efforts. His insides tickled with enjoyment. Seeing her so pathetic and failing at every turn. The fear and despair in her eyes was such a spectacle to him.

He, of course, would love to see her writhe in pain and despair more but there was something he needed to ask of her. He grabbed her hand and spun her, the spinning magically changing her clothes to a short blue dress, her hair tied up in a bun and a flower appearing in her hair, then he dipped her. Her expression changed to confusion on what he was doing. Still dipped, he gave her a big smile. Alastor: "Sorry for that Alice but I do have some questions for you, why don't we dance as well?". Alice: "Huh?". Before she could speak, the music changed to a more slower but bouncy song. With that he guided into a dance. She was still confused, why she was dancing with this guy? She was pretty much forced too but still. Alastor: "Now, before we continue, there's those questions I have. First question". She was dipped again but was held there for a bit. Alastor: "Why are you here my dear? I could tell from the first time I laid eyes on you". He got closer to her face, his eyes lowered. Alastor: "You aren't suppose to be here, are you?". This guy was a lot smarter then she initially thought.

Just from looking at her, he could tell she wasn't a normal demon or even a demon at all. He lifted her up and then up again and spun around while holding her hips and holding her up in the air. He placed her down and spun her once again till he held her back and her hand with his other, forcing her to look back at him. Alastor: "Second question, how did you end up here?". They continued their dance once more, her thoughts started running on what she should tell him. Should she say the truth or lie? If she lied, she'd knew she'd be dead if he saw through her or found out about it later on from someone else. She was spun once again, when she stopped, he bowed to her, holding her hand, then kissed her knuckles which forced her face to go red. She immediately retracted her hand from him and held it. Rubbing where he kissed to get rid of the sensation he left with his lips. She thought on what to say, what would he do if he knew but what would he do if she lied?

She had to lay down her options but there was only one she had choose. Alice: "*Sigh* you're right Alastor, I'm not a demon, I'm a human". This made his eyes lower and his smile widen, so he was right then, what an interesting day this turned out to be. Alice: "I don't fully know how I got here but I know it was an accident, these people had weird items and a pentagram drawn on the ground, I stepped on it and then, I ended up here". Alastor: "Hmm, interesting, so it was an accident and not on purpose?". She nodded in response, still slightly nervous. Alastor: "I see, you don't look like someone who would practice that type of art of voodoo and magic". He turned away from her, still thinking about it. Alice looked around him to the door, she really wanted to get out of here. Alice: "Well, I told you so, can I go or....". She backed up, waiting for him to lunge at her to kill her. Alastor looked back at her, confused. Alastor: "Oh yes, sorry about that dear". He moved aside to let her pass, her face became confused.

He was letting her go? After everything that happened, she was able to leave, unscathed. As she walked slowly passed him, taking this opportunity, he grabbed her shoulder making her jump. Alastor: "I almost forgot, those weapons you were carrying are still in my storage room, I'll go fetch them for you". Alice settled herself, relieved that was what he stopped her for but she still wanted to leave as quickly as possible. Alice: "Oh no, its fine, they're not really mine". Alastor turned to walk to the hallway. Alastor: "Nonsense my dear, it will only be a minute and anyway, I'm coming with you so I'll help carry them. I won't let a lady walk all on her own back to the hotel". This made her heart stop again, this was something she definitely didn't want. Being left alone with him at his house was bad enough, she just wanted to get out of there and sprint back at the hotel leaving everything behind. But when he came back, hands filled with weapons and explosives while his smile still as wide as ever on his face. She knew that wouldn't happen today.

As she grabbed a few of them, he insisted on carrying most of them. He maybe terrifying but he can be a gentleman at times. Wish the evil murdering overlord demon part wasn't there, then she'd probably like him a bit more. Most likely would have had a crush on him or something too. A lot of girls would back in the real world. Gentlemen like himself where a rare find. Probably why she didn't bother with love, not until she met the right one after all. As they silently walked back to the hotel, getting strange looks from some who would instantly look away because of the radio demon being present was odd. I guess a terrifying beast does come with a price of no one wanting anything to do with you. Alice: *I wonder if he gets lonely because of it*. She wondered what it was like ad a demon overlord, he doesn't seem to live a life of luxury, his looks really simple on the inside and out but it was cleaner then most of the houses around.

Alastor: "Is there something on your mind Alice?". Alice peered up at him, he stopped his humming and everything. Alice: "Well, I was just wondering, since you are one of the top demons of hell from what I've been told, you are incredibly powerful and everyone fears you". He hummed in response, letting her continue. Alice: "But, doesn't it get lonely? Being so violent and feared that no one seems to approach or even look at you?". As she spoke that, she looked around, watching other demons look away, cross the street and pretty much doing everything they could to avoid them both. Alastor tilted his head and hummed in thought. Alastor: "Well I think there are a lot of perks in being powerful and cruel. Being able to watch my victims writhe in despair and agony while I slowly tear them to shreds mentally and physically is the most enjoyable time I could ever have and having the ability to do so with no one to challenge you is nice as well". Shivers went down Alices spine as she listened to his description of "fun". Alastor: "Alas, I don't exactly search for any kind of attachment, not exactly anything interesting in that".

Alice: "But why not? If you were human, how do you not feel that way?". Alastor: "Oh sweetheart, its funny how your innocent mind works, this is hell, a world filled with demons at every corner. The good side of our humanity leaves us as soon as we depart into this world of hatred and death. There is no turning back". It made sense, being in a world of hatred, a world where people who sin in the living, die and lose themselves here. But it still confused her on why some demons, like Vaggie and Charlie, are so nice. Alice: "If that's true, then why does Charlie want to redeem demons? If she is a demon herself, then why does she have kindness and an attachment to others but also, why do you help her?". Alastor: "Hahahaha, that's only her naivity talking, her beliefs in puring the tainted are absolutely proposturous and well, I'm only there to watch those that climb up the stairs of betterment to fail and fall back down to darkness, it will definitely happen and I can't wait till it does. It will be such a fantastic show." She looked away, part of her believed, of course but some parts were a bit skeptical. She would have to see to find out.

They both finally made it to the hotel and when they entered found Vaggie yelling her lungs out at Angel who sat with crossed legs and arms, not exaclty happy. Charlie sat at the dining tables, her face sad. Her eyes were puffy and red too, has she been crying? As soon as they walked in, Vaggie stopped to stare at them both. Charlie looked up as well and as soon as she saw Alice, got up in glee and ran to hug to the girl. Alice was very confused, what was the fuss about? Charlie: "You're alive, Oh my god, you're alive". Tears flowed down her cheeks as she kept hugging Alice. Alice would have hugged back but her hands were full with explosives. Alice: "Yeah, I am, did something happen?". Charlie took a second to wipe her tears as she calmed her breathing. Charlie: "Well, we thought you were dead because we found the ally filled with blood and well, we thought the worst". Alice would have thought that was understandable if not for the fact that she remembered the body with the hole in it. Alastor: "Oh yes, sorry about that, I took the body as well for lunch". The knowledge that he ate the body almost made her throw up. Alice: "You ate it?". Alastor: "Well of course, I am a cannibal". The new information on Alastor weighed in her mind but only for a minute as Charlie spoke again.

Charlie: "Wait, did you save her Alastor?". Alastor: "Yes indeedy, she looked like she was in a spot of trouble so I helped out. Wouldn't want our first guest to up and be killed now would we?". Alice rolled her eyes at his comment. Knowing full well that wasn't the reason he saved her. Charlie apparently bought it and jumped in glee. Angel dust: "See? I told ya she was still alive". Alice looked behind Charlie to see Angel dust standing all proud of himself as he spoke to Vaggie. Vaggie however, wasn't having it. Vaggie: "Yeah but only because Alastor was there to save her, if he wasnt, we'd be finding her body instead, all because you dragged her along for some fun". Angel dust: "What? She was totally fine with it so why the fuss?". Before Vaggie could speak, Alice approached the two. Alice: "Hey, it's fine, I did agree to it so its my fault as well". Vaggie hmphed in response, not happy to let Angel off the hook but apparently had too.

Angel lit up again as he saw what both Alastor and Alice were holding. Angel dust: "Hey, you got them all, awesome. Now we just have to sell them and bam, we got a full pack of cash, you can have some too if ya want, Alice". Alice shook her head in response, having money would be good but she didn't want to get it from stealing and selling weapons. Alice: "No thanks Angel, I'm good". Angel shrugged in response as he was about to take them off her hands. Vaggie stepped in, grabbing Angels arms that reached out while glaring at him. Vaggie: "That ain't happening Angel, you've caused too much trouble so your punishment is having these confiscated as well". Angels face dropped in a mixture of disbelief and anger. He pulled away from Vaggies grip as he flailed in anger. Angel dust: "Oh come on Vaggie, you already took the other half, why can't I just sell these ones? We could put it towards the hotels funds if ya want". Charlie: "We're not supporting the hotel with stolen weapons and selling them illegally". Angel dust: "Technically everything illegal in the living world is legal here, it is hell". Vaggie and Charlie glared devilish eyes while Alastor watched amusingly from yhe distance. Alice was just nervous for him. Angel sighed in frustration and gave in. Angel dust: "Fine, fine, have it your way". He walked away towards the couch and flopped back on it. With another sigh, he slid into the couch, letting himself be absorbed by its cushions. Charlie: "Will he be alright?". Vaggie rolled her eyes and turned back to the pile of weapons that Alice and Alastor placed on the ground.

Vaggie: "He'll be fine, anyway, we should probably get rid of these". Charlie: "Where did you put the last bunch?". Vaggie: "In the never-ending pit". She said that pretty smuggly, while Angel dust groans in annoyance. The never-ending pit is exactly what it sounds like, a pit that never ends. After each extermination, any body parts that had no use, would be thrown down the dark abyss, never to be filled at any point in time. Alastor: "Oh no need, allow me". With a snap of Alastors fingers, all the weapons had disappeared. Alice: *That's a very handy trick*. When all was done, everyone went about their business, except Angel who kept sulking on the couch for the rest of the day. When night time arrived, everyone disappeared to their homes and hotel rooms to rest. Alice followed suit after the doors were officially closed by Charlie. As she followed her down the halls to her own room, something sparked in her head. She had totally forgot to tell Charlie about her secret on being a living human. As she saw her about to open her room door, she thought this would be the perfect time to tell her.

Alice: "Wait Charlie, I've got something to tell you". Charlie stopped at her door to look over to her friend with a small welcoming smile. Charlie: "Is it the same one you tried to tell me yesterday?". Alice nodded her head as she relaxed and let go of her shoulder. Now she was starting to get nervous. She accidentally let it slip at Angel but he was okay with it. Alastor forced her to tell him while dancing and he seems more curious and entertained by it. Even though Charlie has been incredibly nice to her, she was still nervous to say but still, she had to trust her, she's the only one thats been helping her cope since she's been here. With a deep breath, she was ready to spill the beans. Alice: "What I wanted to tell you was-". *BOOM!!!*.

#hazbin hotel #the one who fell #Charlie #Alastor #Vaggie #Angel dust #Alice OC #fanfic #oof #oooh well better luck next time Alice #she seems too always be interrupted #wonder what that was about

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sirro85-blog · 5 years

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Humans are Space Orcs: Improvising

So as I have described humans are ingenious and curious and they have the ability to look at a piece of fruit that tingles while you eat it and see a weapon. It goes further than that though. Humans can even look at a mistake and see success in another guise.

Major Kovac looked at his fellow officers and gave a gesture I had never seen him make before he spread his hands slowly and then brought his shoulders up.

"I think, that when we sent the last order the message got scrambled," ventured Captain Gillespie.

"Well I fucking hope so because I don't see how a request for 'artillery ammunition, medical supplies, rifle munitions and fuel' became 'water bottles, uniforms, pens, pencils, notepads, paperweights!? 150 Nyrex, assorted foodstuffs; and fuel'..." Kovac trailed off, "add to that the only supplies we have to begin with are food and for some reason paint and plaster."

"Munitions supplies code: 83-C; recruits basics supplies: 8-DE...medical supplies code: 14-P office supplies: 40-B" Gillespie said in a monotone voice.

"Whoever was on the other end didn't think to question or ask for a repeat order, it's the new civillian company running logistics they don't speak phonetics so they relay it normally so our order "Eight-Three-Charlie" becomes "8DE" in a busy office and we end up with new water bottles, nyrex and uniforms." Captain Becca said, "the wonders of privatisation." she laughed.

"Alright Bex, no time for your socialist rants now, we're going to have to make do. Wolf, What do you think?" Kovac enquired

"Surrender," Wolf replied immediately, "No seriously sir, I say we surrender." He raised his voice as the other officers shouted him down, "these aren't a horde of barely trained fanatics we're facing down these are the cream of the crop, the zealots who have served these crackpots long enough to become battle hardened and true veterans." He gestured around himself a little wildly, "what do we have? a squad of combat engineers, one squadron of wet behind the ears infantry, Gilly's auxiliary troop, and the second half of our forces are fucking weekend warriors, the strategic planetary defence reserves, other than the 88th and Gilly we can't count on two thirds of our forces. The OC is so far past it even he has realised it and I don't trust Major Picklefarts as far as I can throw her."

Kovac clicked his fingers a few times and hummed the bars to "Catfish Blues" Captain Becca gave a soulful hum.

"Woke up this mornin'," growled Dorman in his best blues singer voice, "my dog was dead; no food in my fridge y'all; ate my dog instead."

"Got idiots above me; got morons below; if it gets much colder; it'll start to snow" finished Becca.

"Feel better?" Asked Kovac.

"How can it possibly snow here? It's 35°C in the shade! We're in a god damn furnace!" Wolf drew a calming breath.

"Now that we've made Wolf feel better let's clear up a few things," first...it's Major Portbury and I don't much like her either, second the other two squadrons will hold their line until they don't not much more we can ask of them. Third, Gilly hasn't just got a troop he's got Staff Sergeant Frank King and his units could bring Muddy Waters back from the dead to slap us all for ruining blues, and he's got Griffin Battery out there and we know what those boys can do with a connonade. So it's us, it's us the 88th, 3 Squadron Combat Engineers, Fighting Fit and Fucking Ugly, the real first in last out, the infantry may hold the front line but we fucking build it." Kovac pointed a finger at his map, "everything we know says the Xhost are going to try to capture the peninsula, they do that they gain the remote base within a week and they neuter the Fortress Moon, then they have a foothold in another system and who knows how long before the Galactic Council decide to take them seriously, they'll have another million "converts" by then. So we stop them here, we hold the Isthmus, we send them back to their ships or we send them to hell."

"With glass paperweights?" Wolf asked in a scathing tone, "Kovac I love you brother but without the supplies we're going to lose."

"Want me to show you what I can do with a paperweight?" Becca said with a growl.

"That gives me an idea," said Kovac, "Wolf, Becca, who's the nastiest soldier you've got?"

"Barbie," said Wolf.

"Knickers," said Becca.

"Dorman? What about you?"

"In a fist fight? Bickers is a nasty piece of work but for one of your ideas? Well Bickers again but you'll have to let him know just how nasty you want him to get."

"Alright have those three, Buckets, Footsteps and Corporal Chloe meet me in my office, Wolf you can join us too, just keep your eyes off the Panther's arse, Becca go see what you think of Portbury. Dorman go with Gilly and see what you would do to our defences if you had a wish list."

The meeting in the Major's office went on late into the night, unusually for human military Major Kovac was not just respected by his soldiers he was well liked. In the early hours of the morning as the soldiers left the office Kovac "high-fived" Knickers as the two achieved success in their experiments.

The following morning Kovac was found striding across the top of the fortifications gesticulating enthusiastically. "Here, and down there, it'll provide good cover for your men," he explained to the dazed looking infantry officer.

Around him infantry soldiers were carefully ripping paper from notepads and sliding them into each pocket in the nyrex they held.

"You see," Gillespie was explaining enthusiastically, "we use the left over plaster and water, and soak the new uniforms in them to create a sort of plaster cast...glacis, something to absorb damage and line the enemy up to expose them to your attacks, then we fortify it with these nyrex, filled with paper they have pretty impressive stopping power and the whole thing is made of leftovers and things wrongly delivered instead of medicine and other useful supplies. It's genius really." Major Portbury looked unimpressed but that didn't stop Gillespie, "Griffin Battery have taken the paint pots that was clever too, I think Footsteps deserves a raise Kovac ha ha, then Kovac has come up with some really nasty tricks with the water bottles and paperweights."

"Unfortunately we're out of fuel," cut in Kovac, so we'll be walking a lot," in his head he played back Becca's statement from earlier this morning, 'she resents being promoted to Major late and resents having to join a new regiment of raw recruits to do it, she resents the idea that she can't cut it and resents her men, also the girl can drink but... she may be a good officer one day, if she can ditch the chip on her shoulder.'

"Major I think it's probably best if you and your men hold the centre, we need infantry not engineers playing at infantry in our middle to steady our line, we'll put the SPDR on the far right flank where the attack should be weakest, my 88th will take the left flank, they'll hit that flank harder as they're coming from the South. Better us than the militia, sorry the SPDR, but with you a rock on one side and the water on the other we should be ok."

Portbury appeared to consider this and then nodded, without the Lietenant-Colonel there Kovac had seniority anyway.

"OK then, I'm going to send my engineers out to rig up some welcome wagons for the Xhost when they arrive" Kovac gave the Major a nod and walked away.

Kovac kept his men busy that day, he pushed them to work hard and they responded, the Major himself was tireless, he moved up and down the line talking with the men of the reserves on the right flank and then spending time with the infantrymen always talking positively about the situation, at midday he organised a competition, platoon against platoon and as the men ran up and down their line, stopping and firing at specific targets they realised how the improvised glacis exposed those before it to fire from a range of fields. Their confidence grew.

Late evening saw the first lines of Xhost troops pull into view, they had started to set up camp when Griffin Battery, buried further back behind enemy lines opened fire, explosions on their base caused chaos and when the dust had settled through omni-goggles Kovac could see the smoking ruins of three air support ships, the surprise of Griffin Battery had been lost but there was no air support for the Xhost tomorrow.

When the Xhost advanced in the pre-dawn gloom they did so in near silence, Griffin Battery stayed silent, they crept forward until the silent guns filled them with confidence and the advance sped up, they crept closer until in the middle of their lines explosions tore through the ranks.

Crouched and looking through the omni-goggles, Captain Becca called out ranges as more detonations shredded the advance. The Xhost fell back.

"Improvised nailbombs, water bottles with fuel and gunpowder salvaged from rifle rounds, strapped to two glass paperweights each." Kovac nodded to Becca, "That knickers is a nasty piece of work."

"They're advancing!" Yelled Becca from her vantage point, "two divisions on the left flank, one division in the centre, half a division moving to the right."

Again the Xhost advanced cautiously, and again the guns of Griffin Battery stayed silent, the few remaining paperweight bombs detonated but this time the Xhost were ready for them, and did not recoil in shock.

The advancing army looked vast in comparison to the thin like of troops dug in to oppose them, they drew nearer still nearly in rifle range when the guns of Griffin Battery sounded, amongst the shells shattering the Xhost lines were improvised shells which erupted on impact and appeared to contain liquid fire, Lance Corporal Bickers knowing that fuel and polystyrene - a packing product for the "useless" paperweights - could combine to create a highly flammable viscous liquid was the sort of information that earned him considerable "side eye" most of the time, but on occasion proved extremely useful. The fact he had known at least four other methods to make "napalm" was considered concerning.

The advance lines caught in the firestorm disappeared into the flames, the rest of the Xhost retreated.

"They're done for the day," said Kovac harshly, he looked out at the killing zone as if forcing himself to watch what he had done.

Kovac was correct in his assessment night fell and the Xhost made no movements to advance, the human forces bedded down and the sentries fought heavy lids as they watched the enemy lines.

Morning broke with a stiff breeze sweeping in from the northern shore bringing moisture and freshness to the air. The Xhost drew up and then stood watching the human defences, they stood and sang their hymns, Major Kovac ordered his men stood down but the infantry and SPDR stayed in their positions on guard while the engineers slept. The Xhost stood and sang all day, and late into the night and while Major Kovac had his men keep sentry and the others slept the less experienced troops stayed in position.

It appeared as though the Xhost might try to sing their way to victory, depriving the troops of the Galactic Council Defence Force of sleep until they were defeated but Kovac appeared to have a plan, as dawn broke the second day on the singing Xhost, the wind tugging at the ceremonial robes if their battle clerics rifle fire sounded and commanders of the Xhost began to fall, over a dozen shots sounded before the shocked Xhost rushed forwards. Half way between the two armies Hemmings and Richards the two finest shots in the engineers ranks broke cover and sprinted for the safety of their own lines.

While the two humans had a significant lead they were stiff and cold and amongst the massed ranks of the Xhost were species significantly faster than humans. As the massed ranks of the Xhost surged forward some shapes raced ahead, fastest of all were the unmistakable forms of Rhul converts, surging across the ground in their four legged posture.

Griffin Battery opened fire and still the two snipers ran with the Rhul closing the gap every stride. Hemmings was 30 yards ahead of his fellow sniper when he stopped, turned and fired three shots, the two Rhul yards from Richards dropped and Hemmings turned and sprinted for home.

The Xhost kept coming and for the first time reached rifle range, the Xhost drove on over their falling comrades as the defensive lines cracked with rifle fire. Flashes of colour appeared in the Xhost lines as Kovac's next trick was revealed. Artillery shells, robbed of half their munitions weight attached to left over paint tins rained down on the Xhost causing damage and spreading paint across vast swathes of Xhost numbers, coating rifle sights and eye stalks in blinding paint.

Still the Xhost pushed forwards until they were close enough that the faces of the myriad species of the Xhost converts could be seen. Kovac's last trick was played, empty paint tins and empty food tins, packed with the wrongly delivered pens and pencils and the munitions taken from the paint-shells were fired from the infantry's portable howitzers.

As the thin metal reached muzzle velocity of 180m/s it shredded spraying thin slivers of metal and wood out into the Xhost lines.

A shudder went through the fanatic troops as their advance slowed and they paused, no shot fired in return and over 3/4 of their own number laying in carnage.

Kovac stood up and walked to the lip of the human defences, "now, bullet bomb, bayonets!" He bellowed and the left flank suddenly hailed grenades followed by a volley of bullets and then the 88th 3 Squadron Combat Engineers launched forward in their own advance.

By days end the Xhost were defeated and driven from the planet.

I have multiple examples of humans turning errors into victories, vulcanised rubber, antibiotics and even the low resistance substance they coat their ships in but these are often seen as unique events, they aren't. Human achievements all across history have been accompanied by two phrases. "I have an idea" and "What if?"

I'm assured "hold my beer" is a crucial part of their success too.

#humans are weird #humans are space oddities #humans are space australians #humans are insane #humans are space orcs #earth is a deathworld #earth is weird #earth is awesome #space orcs #space australia #space faerie #this is why i call kovac daddy

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Boxes Of Memories. Part B

“Erm. It gets worse... I’m not sure you need to know...”

"Is it some kind of souvenir box from all your past conquests or something? Is there anything of mine in there?" She asked. She was more amused than jealous, having known him for so long it wasn't like she didn't know he had a past. Just like he knew she had a past too. But that's exactly what it was - in the past.

“I honestly don’t remember this box, it must have all been shoved in here from a drawer years ago. Do you really want to see?” He asked her, unsure whether it would be a good idea.

"Its not like I didn't meet 90% of the women you slept with over the years Charlie..." She pointed out. "Did you stash them away in a panic when you and Baz moved in together?"

Charlie looked sheepishly at Duffy, “I think so. This box makes it look like I slept with anyone."

She tentatively pulled back the lid. "Omg!" She gasped.

“It looks worse than it is...” He attempted.

She reached into the box and pulled out a very skimpy black bra. "I've been wondering for years where the hell that went!"

He raised his eyebrows up and down. “Is anything else in here yours?” He questioned.

"I'm not sure I want to search too deeply..." She admitted. "For hygiene reasons more than anything. Though if this is anything to go by..." She held up the bra. "I'm not sure any of it would still fit anyway."

“Let’s file this under B for bin then...” He suggested.

"Good idea." She agreed. "I'm keeping this though."

“Are you going to try it on?” His eyes widened again.

"Maybe once I've disinfected it several times." She giggled.

He laughed. Reaching for the scissors, he opened the box, secured with the tape. Inside were books and records. “Yours I think.”

Looking over she spotted a Madonna vinyl on top. "Yeh, I'd say so." She blushed.

“I didn’t know you were such a Madonna fan!” He teased, finding another two LPs.

"I was in my twenties in the eighties, of course I was a Madonna fan." She rolled her eyes. "Just because you were an old man before pop music was invented..." She teased.

“Touché! We should listen to some of these later, you can educate an old man like me... “ He joked.

She laughed as she looked to see what else was in the box. "Oh..." She blushed.

“What is it? Someone’s boxers?” He teased.

"No." She mumbled.

He leant over to take a look but she blocked him. “What is it love?”

Her face was scarlet as she held up a book. It was the Karma Sutra.

Charlie raised an eyebrow, “Ahh is that where you learnt your skills?” He teased.

"Something like that." She mumbled, embarrassed.

“Have you ticked off the ones we’ve tried?”

"Maybe..."

“Any we need to have a go at?”

She placed the book by the door. "You can take your pick later."

“I think I might be too old for acrobatics!”

"Well, at the very least we can laugh at the photos!"

“Deal!” He moved some of the now empty boxes out onto the landing. They were making real progress.

Duffy pulled open another box and gasped, her eyes welling up.

Charlie noticed her reaction and looked over at her.

Duffy carefully removed a blanket from the box. "Megan knitted this for Paul when he was a newborn."

Charlie reached for the blanket, tears springing to his eyes.

She passed it to him, her hand brushing against his as she did so.

He looked up at her. “We should keep this.”

"I don't think I could ever part with it."

“Me neither, she was such a big part of our lives.”

"I still really miss her."

He rubbed her arm. “Me too. I wonder what she would reckon to all of this!?”

"You and me?"

“Yeah...”

"You would have gotten an ear bashing for sure!" She giggled.

He laughed. “Oh yes, that’s for sure!!”

"I would have gotten away with it. She would have blamed it all on you." Duffy laughed.

“I know! So unfair! She was never liked the fact I had feelings for you.”

"I think it's because she thought that all you wanted to do was get your leg over!"

“I guess I had that reputation, but it was different with you. I wanted to be with you, not just get into your knickers.”

"Though you didn't turn down the chance to get in my knickers when the opportunity presented itself." She smirked.

“That’s not my fault, you’re irresistible! But it wasn’t just about that”

"I know." She smiled softly, stroking her fingertips along his cheek.

“You were special Duffy, from the moment I first saw you and every day since.” He kissed her hand.

"I could take that description several different ways..." She replied, laughing off the compliment.

“You know what I mean Mrs Fairhead,” He laughed, tickling her sides to make her laugh even more.

"Stop it..!" She giggled.

“Make me!” He teased, continuing to tickle her, until she was rolling on the floor laughing.

In her attempts to wriggle away she crashed into the box she'd been looking in sending various mementos of her sons' childhoods scattering across the floor.

Charlie attempted to collate the pieces that had fallen onto the floor and onto her. Luckily nothing had broken.

Duffy gave him an amused glare as she picked up a drum that had fallen on her. "I could of killed you when Peter unwrapped this on his first birthday!" She remarked.

“Sorry, I wasn’t really too sure what to get a one year old at the time.” He laughed.

"Its ok, I got my revenge with Louis' presents." She laughed.

“I don’t remember anything that bad, you were always good at getting what he wanted, I thought.”

"You've clearly blocked the memory of the Christmas when I got him a two hundred piece Lego set."

“Ah yes... now you mention it.” He laughed.

"It was the boys' idea honest!"

Charlie laughed, “Sure it was!”

"It was worth a shot." She shrugged as she helped him place the items back in the box.

“How about I put the ones we’re keeping in the loft? We’re nearly done now.”

"Good idea. I'll look through the last couple of boxes whilst you do that."

Charlie rolled his sleeves up and began lifting the boxes out of the room onto the landing. He got the ladders down and climbed through the hatch into the loft.

Of the two remaining boxes one was full of paperwork - old bank statements and stuff like that which would need to be sorted and shredded at a later date. She put that aside as the final box was much more interesting.

By the time Charlie had cleared away the boxes and returned, Duffy was engrossed in the last box. “What have you found now?” Charlie asked, smiling to himself.

"Old letters." She smiled softly.

“Ahh,” He understood what these might mean to Duffy. “Family letters?” He asked her.

"From those most special to me."

“I think you should keep them, if they are special.”

"I plan to. Some of them make for interesting reading..."

“Oh yeah. If you want to share any of them, I’m here.”

"Well, you're the author of a fair few of them." She admitted bashfully.

“You kept them?” He whispered, taken aback.

"Of course." She smiled. "I kept everything." She blushed further, her gaze resting on a stack of old birthday cards.

“I didn’t realise...” He was touched by her actions and struggled to know what to say. “Are those from me?” Motioning to the birthday cards.

"Yeh." She fanned out the cards. It was easy to spot the cards he'd sent her on big birthdays but what surprised him most was a small, rather faded card that was hidden at the back.

“I love that you kept them, hold on - what is that one?” He asked pointing to the faded card.

"You probably don't even remember sending that do you?" She smiled. "You put it through my letterbox at the flat nearly thirty years ago now and then legged it before I could answer the door! I was surprised you even knew when my birthday was."

“I’d forgotten about that! I was so scared but I wanted you to know I cared about you.”

"How did you find out when it was? I hadn't told anyone at work."

“I can’t remember now, maybe your staff record?”

"Sneaky!" She giggled.

“I know, I could have probably got the sack. Love makes you do silly things though. What did I write inside it?”

"It does. Like checking star sign compatability." She mumbled, flushing a deep scarlet colour. She handed it over. "See for yourself."

“Do our star signs match? Oh god, is it that bad?” He chuckled, reaching for the card.

"Its very much a case of opposites attract with our star signs." She smiled.

"Taurus and Scorpio, a bloody good match I’d say.” Charlie looked down at the card, reading it, his face became red. Afterwards he just closed it and passed it back to her, embarrassed.

"I thought it was a cute message. I reread it several times. Which is why it's a bit battered."

“I meant every word. I’m just sorry it took me so long to get it right!”

"It was worth the wait." She replied, echoing his words from their wedding reception. "You'll never guess what else I found in here." She grinned.

“I dread to think... I didn’t realise you had so much incriminating evidence against me! What is it now? Today has been full of surprises!”

She held up a small key.

He grinned at her excitedly. “Is that a key for your naughty diary or something else?”

"Oh it's the key to the diary alright." She grabbed hold of the diary from the floor beside her. "But to find out what's inside you'll have to catch me first!" She giggled as she leapt up and ran from the room.

#chuffy #charlie and duffy #charlie fairhead #lisa duffin

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Congratulations, CHARLIE! You’ve been accepted for the role of DESDEMONA. Admin Rosey: There was a certain shrewdness that seemed to be underlying Delilah’s interview. A certain breath of life was given to her that showed in your writing. It was a little bit more romantic, a little bit more cynical, but still very frank with the voice that you gave her. Like you said, she has a different direction and tone to her that seemed very unique to Delilah. I am honestly so excited to how you will develop her. And I’m even more excited to watch the wreckage of Othello and Desdemona on the dash. Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

Out of Character

Alias | Charlie

Age | 21

Preferred Pronouns | she/her

Activity Level | 5-6/10. I’m a law student with a side job so my rl can be pretty stressful from time to time. In addition, I tend to write a lot and like to take my time with my replies so that I can actually be satisfied with how they turned out. I’ve learned in the past months that I’ve been in DV now that it works best for me to queue my replies so that one will be posted at least every few days so that I’m not struggling to keep up with your activity requirements but also don’t stress myself out too much.

Timezone | CET

Current/Past RP Accounts | may I introduce you to https://ofduvals.tumblr.com/ and https://ofdupont.tumblr.com/

In Character

Character | Delilah Bello aka Desdemona

What drew you to this character? | My interest in Delilah goes way back to a time long before I even applied for Katherine for the first time. I originally felt drawn to her because she’s one of my favorite Shakespearean characters and Othello is kind of my favorite play and the only one I actually knew a whole monologue from cause it was part of the House of Night books lmao. Anyways, a lot has changed since then and somehow I still feel drawn to her. In the beginning, I was a bit skeptical about whether I should really apply for her or not because at first glance she does have some similarities to Celeste. However, the more I thought about it and the longer I wrote this app, the more I came to realize how different they truly are. Whereas Celeste thrives on revenge and ‘hate’ to some extent, Delilah thrives on love. Love for others, but mostly love for herself. She doesn’t feel the need to make anybody pay. Does she want everybody, who’s currently doubting her, to realize that they’re wrong and that she’s never been anything but faithful and loyal? Definitely, but she doesn’t wish them any bad because they can’t see it yet. She’ll just continue proving herself until they’ll have no other choice but to see her for who she really is. I feel like Delilah will make it possible for me to approach the war and the characters from another perspective than Celeste and Katarina allow me to. Both of the characters I’m playing so far have found their place in the mob and life (even if Celeste isn’t necessarily as happy with it as she could be, she still has a place she’s comfortable) whereas Delilah finds herself at the beginning of a new episode in her life. This struggle really intrigues me and, to be honest, I can’t wait to see where she ends up? Not to mention that I’m always a HUGE sucker for characters who are misunderstood. The desperation she feels to finally make them see that betrayal isn’t in her nature is something that makes me so emotional and so eager to delve deeper into that and the overall situation she currently finds herself in. I feel like there are a lot of possible ways her development could go and I really want to be the one leading her through that. Delilah is capable of greatness even if most of Verona doesn’t see it just yet.

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character? | PLOT 01 - Another person might have turned bitter after everything that happened to her. After everything that is still happening to her. And yet, she tries to remain positive and focus on the good things in life. Tries not to accept the blame everybody is trying to put on her, tries to leave his insecurities in his responsibility. It’s not her fault how everything turned out, she’s never done anything to deserve his jealousness and hate, has never been anything but a faithful, loving wife. It’s not always easy, however. As much as she tries to focus on the fact that she was a woman worth loving before him and has to be a woman worth loving after him, it’s hard not to let the mean comments and gossip get to her. I want to delve deeper into that, maybe see her breakdown after one terribly tough day. How does she build herself up again after that? How does she continuously focus on the good things in life, in herself?

PLOT 02 - I want to test and play with her loyalties. Neither Delilah nor her family has ever been involved with neither mob before she met Odin and even nowadays her family does their best to stay out of this war. She’s married into the Capulets and ever since her marriage came to an end they’ve let her feel how little she truly belongs with them on her own. I think it could be really interesting if somebody from the other side of the Adige would take an interest in her and promise her the acceptance and feeling of belonging that she doesn’t get from the Capulets. Right now she wouldn’t even consider turning her back on the Capulets and thus, proving them all right. However, she’s only human, after all, and if everything seems so much better on the Montague side of the Adige, she’ll definitely face a struggle of doing what is right and proving her loyalty and doing what feels easy and good.

PLOT 03 - Delilah is a woman with a big heart and a soft nature. The type of person who puts the well-being of others ahead of her own, somebody who wouldn’t ever dream about hurting another person for real if it’s not in self-defense. A trait that won’t get her far in the mob. I want to explore how she deals with the violence she’s confronted on a daily basis. Does she have a bad conscience because of it? Does she find a way to justify it for herself? And how does she deal with being the attacker and not just a more or less innocent bystander? I feel that would be something worth exploring in flashback threads, but I also think that it has become quite relevant again because now that she doesn’t have Odin’s support anymore, she has to prove herself once more. Maybe more than she ever has before. I’d love to throw her into situations that wouldn’t leave any sensible person unimpressed, that make her struggle with the values she’s grown up with. In short, I want to explore the struggle she certainly has between doing what’s ‘right’ and expected of her and what her conscience tells her. How far is she willing to go to earn her place in the Capulet ranks?

Are you comfortable with killing off your character? | Yes.

In Depth

What is your favorite place in Verona? At this question, a sad smile sneaks onto her lips. The only right response to the question is on top of her tongue immediately, she can’t bring herself to say it, though. She can’t risk the memories of her happiest day being questioned and torn to shreds like her loyalty and her whole marry. She won’t risk it. The sad truth is that the Cathedral has been her favorite place for years and still is because it reminds of better days. It reminds her of her wedding day, the day she was the happiest woman in at least all of Verona if not the whole world. Whenever she’s in the Capulet headquarters she’s reminded of that day, some days it gives her strength, some days it makes here melancholic as well as nostalgic, yearning for past days when life seemed easier and better. These are the days she tries to forget about the location completely and tries to focus simply on the reason why she’s there nowadays, for professional reasons only. “I’m afraid I’ll sound rather boring”, she responds finally responds after a moment of thought, forcing the smile to take on a happier note, a slightly more playful one, “but my favorite place in Verona is my flat.” It used to be our flat, it still feels weird to say ‘my’ flat to her, but that’s simply how things are these days. “I mean they always say there’s no place like home, right?” It’s the one place she can truly be herself, where she can block out all the noises and voices doubting her loyalty completely. Even if it still feels off in some ways, simply because he’s still there and not there at the same time, his presence still lurking everywhere even when he’s long gone. She’s started to redesign the flat slowly but surely after work and on the weekends, but still, it still feels like theirs and not hers.

What does your typical day look like? “I’m afraid that once again the answer is going to be rather boring.” Opposed to what one might assume after all the rumors and gossip about her, she wouldn’t exactly describe her daily life as the most exciting one. As big as her thirst for adventure is, ever since he left her, she’s stuck in a rut, trying to figure out how to live on her own again. So she prefers a daily routine. Too much has already changed in the past months so any sort of new stability she can get is calming. “Usually I wake up way before dawn.” She doesn’t sleep as well anymore as she used to be, the bed feels too cold and empty without his warm body next to her. She’s thought about buying a new bed, but she can’t for that would mean accepting that her marriage is well and truly over. And she can’t do that, not yet at least. “I always try to do some yoga first thing in the morning to start the day right.” It’s something she’s started to do in college, but quit doing during her marriage because she always wanted to stay in bed with him for as long as she could, not wanting to leave his side before she had to. “Then I make myself some breakfast. Personally, I think it’s very important to start your day with a solid foundation so I like to take my time with it. Also, what’s really important to me is a no screen rule before I’ve finished breakfast. I neither check my phone nor my emails nor anything else really before I’ve finished breakfast and cleaned the dishes.” This is a fairly new development, she doesn’t want to hear anything about what’s going on in Verona anymore before she’s had some time completely to herself. “I leave for work at 7:30 am sharp. It’s always nice to be the first one in the office and get already started before the rest arrive.” Lips curled up into a soft smile, she shrugs. Her work as a paralegal is one of the few things that have stayed the same in the light of the recent changes. It was always important to her to earn her own income, especially after she’s seen what it had done to her mother to never have worked a day in her life. However, she planned on quitting her job the moment she got pregnant, wanting to stay home to raise and take care of the children. But alas, these children would never see the light of day now. “Another thing that is really important to me is having a freshly cooked dinner each night. It’s something I’ve grown up with and a tradition I’ve always wanted to keep for my own household. There’s nothing quite similar to having some nice, filling dinner with your loved ones sharing stories about the day, wouldn’t you agree?” Only that nowadays there was nobody sitting at the table next to her, it was just her, the food and a glass of wine. Quite depressing really. To be honest, she probably would have started to eat outside as a new tradition if cooking wasn’t something that calmed her down and helped her cope with things.

What has been your biggest mistake thus far? She knows what they want her to say, what they’re expecting to hear. She knows that they want to hear is that marrying Odin is her biggest mistake and it might as well be. They want to hear that she regrets deeply not having listened to her father. That she wished she left him sooner. But she can’t bring herself to say that. She just can’t. Even after everything she’s been through thanks to him, despite everything she’s still going through, she doesn’t hate him. If anybody believed her story, she knows they’d tell her that’s perfectly acceptable to hate him and that’s not what she struggles with. She knows she’s allowed to hate him, she just can’t. How could she hate the person who looks just like the love of her life even if he condemns her and is so much crueler than the man she fell in love with? She knows there’s still that man inside him, she just knows it. Even if it’s buried deep under the facade of the monster that he shows the world nowadays. Hearing the interviewer clear their throat brings her back into reality and a soft redness sneaks into her cheeks. “I’m sorry, I was lost in thought”, a sheepish smile accompanying her words she tugs a silky strand of her hair behind her left ear, “I can’t think of anything right now, however. I’m not going to say I haven’t made mistakes, everybody does it. It’s only human. After all, Seneca already said ‘errare humanum est’.” Having taking Ancient History in college as a class definitely has some advantages. “I just like to think that every mistake gives you the opportunity to learn something. Sure, sometimes it’s more painful than other times, but the tougher it is, the more you can learn? So I’m afraid there is no such thing as ‘the biggest mistake’ to me?”

What has been the most difficult task asked of you? “I guess the hardest thing is to move on when you don’t want to move on but have no other choice but to accept that sometimes things are simply out of your control.” A soft smile follows her words. “Something I still struggle with, to be completely honest.” It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what and who she’s talking about. “Another thing that isn’t always easy is unconditional self-love and yet, I don’t think there is anything that is more important?” She shrugs howsoever slightly. “I mean if we don’t love ourselves, how can we expect anybody else to love us? I know, I know, it sounds really cheesy, but the one person who’s always been and always be by your side is yourself. So you can either be your biggest enemy or you can choose to be the one who always has your back, the one who sees the good in you, even if nobody else sees it.” A short pause follows her words as a hint of defiance finds its way into her dark eyes. “And I plan to be that person for myself, even if I’m still working on it.”

What are your thoughts on the war between the Capulets and the Montagues? Only with quite some effort, she manages to bite back a dry chuckle. It’s a question she finds herself confronted with on what feels like a daily basis. Everybody seems to question her loyalty to the Capulets, seems to assume that she doesn’t give a shit about them, isn’t as involved and dedicated as they are. They all seem to assume that now that Odin turned is back on her, she’ll turn her back on them at the next best chance she gets. That she’s the snake in their rows patiently waiting to poison them all before she sells them out. The thought alone makes her angry and incredibly sad at the same time. Angry because what has she ever done to earn that suspicion? Even if she did cheat on Odin - which she didn’t, not that anybody gives a damn -, why should that automatically mean she’ll betray the Capulets as well? Has she ever done anything but her best to earn her place with them? Sad because it seems like there’s nothing she can do to make them listen, to make them believe her. It’s like she’s screaming from the top of her lungs, but no words come out. However, she just knows they’ll finally see the truth, eventually. She knows she can make them see that she’s on their side for good. “I think that war is never good, for anybody”, Delilah begins carefully, choosing every word with attentive precision, “however, I think that we should hope for a quick and soon win by the Capulets. A win and thus end of the war can’t come soon enough, I mean we all see what the war is doing to our beloved Verona. And quite frankly, even though some might say that choosing between the mobs is like choosing between the devil and the deep blue sea, I think that the Capulets take care of the city like the Montagues never could.” Maybe it’s stupid to support the Capulets so outspokenly and publicly, yet, she doesn’t feel like she has another choice, to be completely honest. She needs to show her support and loyalty at every chance she gets if she wants them to realize the error of their ways.

Extras: A Pinterest Board.

#accepted #accepted: desdemona

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sandwichbully · 5 years

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The Wedge Table (yes, again), 10 November 2018

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One time, Soft Kathryn called me Pasta Boi, a title I cannot deny, as I am, indeed, a pasta boi. Used to be I was a Pasta Slut but the word slut has been contentious for a while and only lately it’s starting to be OK to self-identify as a slut for certain things, like you’re a Train Slut if you fuck with some Amtrak or a Cathedral Slut if you’re down with the Vatican. I don’t know, I say fuck it, play it safe, don’t piss off the SJWs; Soft Kathryn calls me a Pasta Boi, I’m a Pasta Boi. Everybody on board with that? Anybody feel like calling me out for some shit? I’m a Pasta Boi, goddamnit. What problems could you possibly have with the Pasta Boi? ANYhoo, seeing as how I am - Wait. Am I a pasta boi or the pasta boi? We’ll figure that out later. Look, I was out of pasta and it’s 19° Fahrenheit (that’s -7° Celsius for my metric fanbase) and I figured that was a good enough excuse to go back to the Wedge and get that last sandwich. The tuna melt.

Goddamn, that is a blurry-assed photo. Anyway, I know I could’ve picked up a box of spaghetti from Hark’s across the street or even just gone down to the CVS for a box of spaghetti, but it was lunch time and neither of those places have a full-service deli with a limited line of seasonal signature sandwiches. And!? This is tuna melt weather. So I go in there and this time I’m greeted by a bespectacled young woman and I tell her I just need a tuna melt to go, she says sure, hands me my ticket, and I go off to get lost in the (two) racks of food trying to find pasta because, while I am a pasta boi, I’m not seeing the pasta I’m used to: The red and white boxes of Essential Everyday, the green boxes of Creamette, the blue boxes of Buy Any Other Brand But This Homophobic Shit; I’m having that classist crisis again, feeling out of my element, too working class and dumb to figure out how to navigate a co-op, here he is, everybody! Charlie from the Trailer Park! Can’t find his way through the tiniest co-op and doesn’t listen to Vampire Weekend! And then I nut up because, yeah, motherfucker, I am Charlie from Southeast Toledo and guess what: I like Black Sabbath, suck my dick. Where the fuck is the - Oh, here it is. It comes in... bags? Why the fuck - I thought these motherfuckers were supposed to be earth friendly, why is the pasta in plastic bags instead of recyclable cardboard boxes? What the fuck sense does this make? I pick up the pack of spaghetti and I look on the back. Under directions, it says to bring 5oz (150mL and I did that conversion, you’re welcome) to a boil and add 16oz (455g, again, I’m doing the heavy lifting) of pasta and I mutter, “What kind of maniac cooks a whole pack of pasta in one go?” Hell, even as one of a family of four, I don’t think I ever saw my mom cook a whole box of pasta in one go. I mean, maybe she did, it would make sense, there’s fucking four of us but does this manufacturer assume... I mean, who the fuck cooks a whole thing of pasta in one go? Jesus Jehosaphat. Maniacs. Absolute maniacs. So I got the fusili since I’ll be making a simple tomato and garlic sauce tonight that will love those little nooks and crannies to cling to. Yes, I have studied up on pairing my pastas and my sauces because I am a pasta boi, outed and confirmed. Then I grab a blood orange Hi-Ball and go over to the register and some old fart is just standing there with his back to it, not getting the point that I’m trying to get in line, thus a woman just walks around him up to the register and he looks at her and looks at me and looks annoyed - don’t give me that look, motherfucker, I have Aerosmith on vinyl, good Aerosmith, drugged up Aerosmith, I will knock you out in the parking lot. Anyway, nobody’s paying attention to the woman at the register and a line is forming and then one of the guys from the deli says he can get me on the other register and I turn to follow him but then my name is called and I grab my sandwich and I get rung up and I get outside, and I load my bag and I come home.

You and me, we’ve been on an adventure together, haven’t we? A real emotional roller coaster? We've had to deal with inwardly-directed class shame as manufactured by capitalism; we’ve talked about putting our money in the right places, like not certain pasta brands that come in blue boxes; we’ve discussed identity issues as prescribed by a person who identifies herself as an oven but uses she/her pronouns. We have been all over the map so far and I’m sure all you’ve wanted this whole time was to know how the fucking sandwich tasted. You want to know if you should give your money to these people. You want to know how tough of a call it is between Get Your Wings and Toys In The Attic because even though the track listing on Toys... has the obvious bangers, ... Wings has some definite sleeper agents that will fuck you up. For your patience, for your companionship on this journey, mon frer, I will now answer all these questions.

Holy shit, this is the best thing I’ve put in my mouth this week. Now, I didn’t look at the menu too close so, disclaimer, up front, I don’t know what kind of cheese they used. Swiss would be the obvious choice but I looked at the cheese itself and the holes were tinier and not round. I’m guessing, and I’d be surprised if I were wrong, this is havarti. It didn’t have the high-pitched notes of Swiss, either, which would have definitely stood out because, here’s the deal: You could taste everything individually on the sandwich. The tuna salad was creamy and I’m guessing they used an organic mayo because of course they would use organic and 1) this didn’t taste like Hellman’s and I’m a slut for Hellman’s so I would know, 2) this didn’t taste like Kraft, and 3) it didn’t taste like aioli because I detected no hint of extra virgin olive oil. Thus, organic mayo is my guess and it played nicely with the tuna, probably because the mayo to tuna ratio greatly favored the fish, so while I could detect the presence of mayo, what I was tasting primarily in that concoction was the tuna. Appearance-wise, the tuna salad looked like exactly every other tuna salad you’ve ever had: Somebody opened a can, emptied it into a bowl, threw in a dollop of mayo, and beat the shit out of it with a fork until it stopped looking like it was once a thing of flesh and now just shreds of unidentifiable protein. I get it: There aren’t that many ways to make tuna salad, so I’m not going to dock points for the look of the thing. The aforementioned maybe-havarti was smooth and creamy, which is how havarti ought to taste. I thought it could have stood to be a bit more melty, this is a tuna melt after all, and despite my visual inspection and my self-assuredness that this is havarti, the doubt still lingers because while it didn’t taste like Swiss, it didn’t melt like havarti, and we all know that Swiss is a bit obstinate when it comes to melting. It will do it but it takes a bit more cajoling than your softer cheeses like your jacks, your colbies, and, of course, your havartis. Again, probably not Swiss, but there will always be the doubt in my mind. Fuck it. I just looked at the menu. The answer we were looking for was gruyere. Gruyere. Just proving to you, once again, that I am capable of being wrong. I am human and I am just like you. So, yeah, the gruyere was good, even if I didn’t know until just now that’s what it was. It was smooth and creamy, just like havarti. But the important part is that I could taste it separately from and in concert with the other ingredients (even if I couldn’t identify what kind of cheese it was). But the real child star of this made-for-TV adaptation of a beloved series of child detective novels grown up to appear ironically on the convention circuit and still say their cutesy catch phrase thirty years later before snapping and mowing down a gaggle of parents with a hedge trimmer at a Chuck E. Cheese would be the pickled onions, sharp and sour at the same time, balancing out the low creaminess of the tuna salad and the cheese and the midrange of the whole grain bread with high notes in brassy timbres, maybe even acrylic timbres would be more fitting, like Ornette Coleman’s saxophone. It provided what other tuna melts are missing: A full spectrum of notes. This tuna melt was like the Italians at Broder’s and Kramarczuk’s and the Reubens at Colossal Cafe and Tiny Diner: It was perfectly balanced, minimally fucked with. And I know you’re probably rolling your eyes at me raving about a tuna melt and comparing it to some of the best sandwiches in the city but it’s like this: The reason you (and even me) think tuna melts suck is because all we’ve ever been handed is shitty tuna melts. The most creative we’ve ever gotten with them is using Swiss instead of American. Maybe we tried fancifying it by adding capers or putting tarragon in the tuna salad and it just didn’t happen right. And then we’ve walked into the greasy spoon and we see the tuna melt on the menu and we wonder how fresh is that tuna salad and we skip it and if we do order it (with every nervous caution in the world), what we get is a grilled cheese with tuna salad in it. We’ve had nothing but shitty tuna melts our whole lives so it never occurred to us that if we just treated them differently, if we just treated them like they could be good, if we just took a step back and considered the core components and asked what was too much and what was missing and saw this was meant to be different from a grilled cheese with tuna salad in it, we could have a good one. There’s a reason that this sandwich has its own name and isn’t just “grilled cheese with tuna salad” and it’s the same reason we don’t call a Reuben a “corned beef and sauerkraut” or an Italian a “three meat and banana peppers” or a Club “turkey BLT triangles”. It’s a distinct and established entity and, unfortunately, people have stopped treating it like one and instead started treating it like a grilled cheese with tuna salad in it. Not saying the Wedgetable has brought back the sandwich like it’s the fucking messiah, I’m saying that they’ve treated it right. They’ve done right by it. It was a damned good sandwich and I don’t regret paying the eight bucks for it. And what it lacks in size, it more than makes up for in flavor. You can taste everything individually and everything compliments everything else. It’s worth at least one visit in the Wedgetable’s direction, I would encourage you to give them your money. Also, this is, I believe, our first tag for “tuna melt”. Oh and Toys In The Attack has for sure three radio hits but Get Your Wings has “Lord of the Thighs” which is just a thousand percent of your daily recommended dose of raunch, nast, and sweat pressed into wax, so that’s a winner.

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Lies and Adulation: Why This Economy is Not Trump’s Economy

One of the most boasted arguments from conservatives, as it relates to the success of President Trump, is what all voters across the political spectrum would likely name in their top three most important issues: the economy.

The supposed success of this administration in terms of the economy is something Donald Trump has extensively touted and his supporters have gullibly eaten up.

It is true that under Trump the economy has grown significantly, this is even more evident with this second quarter hitting an eye-opening 4.1% GDP growth.

The economic boom is not new, as one may believe if one listens to what is said by Trump. In light of all evidence seen, this economic progress is healthy for the country, but it is not his doing.

Ever since the disastrous 2008 recession, the economy has been recovering, though one may say slowly; the success of the economy can be traced back to 2009, when then President Barack Obama was in his first year of office.

It does not take much to type in a few words on a Google search and see for oneself the reports and data from the Bureau of Labor Statistics highlighting the economic expansion since 2009, which has run onward till this day and has not been affected so much by Trump.

The economic expansion birthed under Barack Obama can well be argued by some critics to not have anything to do with the then President. Trump’s ability to negotiate better deals for the economy and his tax cuts can also be argued to at most play a small role in the success of this economy.

The fact of the matter is that these sorts of claims, by people on all sides of the political spectrum, are claims that are at the very least debatable.

However, the moment one claims that because of Trump the economy is where it is at today, they are lying to themselves and to whoever they echo the same claim to. Any such claim holds up in no kind of rational discussion as it relates to what one sees when they look backward across the last decade of GDP growth statistics.

One can well recall the many times Trump has disregarded his alleged racism towards minorities by pointing out that because of him, the black and Latino unemployment rate is historically low. Many of his most ardent supporters echo the exact same thing.

For example, Candace Owens and Charlie Kirk, of Turning Point USA, proud supporters of the President, (of whom the former of the two was complimented via tweet by Donald Trump himself on her being part of an “ever expanding group of very smart thinkers”) tweet often about how well the Trump economy — not the economy, but the Trump economy — is doing.

The facts and figures simply do not uphold what is being said by Trump and his supporters.

One may rightly express sincere disbelief and contempt for the lies said about Trump’s alleged dealing abilities creating this economy, but it seems as if the disbelief does not just end there.

Like any influential President, what is said one day by Donald Trump is repeated by his supporters the next. This is more than enough to have anyone with at least a shred of respect for the truth to roll their eyes and sigh in disappointment at how gullible many on the conservative movement have become.

That that President can lie to his supporters so blatantly and even go so far as to say that, since this economy of his is doing such good things for American minorities, they should be nothing but thankful to him, seems like something audacious.

However, in retrospect, it may not seem so much of an audacious thing to do at all, at least now.

Trump has lied clearly to his supporters from the outset of his campaign and on numerous occasions which I should not even have to name, and nearly all those times the lies were eaten up with smiles and a complete lack of skepticism.

Why Trump lies so blatantly — or better yet, so comfortably — is because he knows so well that many of his supporters are so reeled in with what he says and so glued on to their idea that any argument from an opposing side, even if objective, must be wrong.

Not just be wrong, but be a lie manipulated by the fake news media.

Not just be wrong, but be the product of the inner workings of the supposed Deep State.

Not just be wrong, but be in contradiction to their beloved President who battles so strongly against the former and latter entities. In other words, he is never wrong.

Take one example of this from his former and first-of-many Press Secretaries, Sean Spicer.

During the course of his campaign, Donald Trump took to saying that the job numbers put out by the Bureau of Labor Statistics, which showed the thriving economy, were wrong. It did not just stop there. He even went so far as to say that the real unemployment rate was around 10%.

A little over a month into his Presidency, February job numbers came out which unsurprisingly showed the addition of 235,000 jobs to the economy and an unemployment rate of 4.7%, 5.3% less than claimed just months before on the campaign trail.

When asked by a reporter whether the President—having claimed in the past that job reports under Obama were “phony” — believed that these new job numbers were correct, Spicer replied that he had talked to the President prior to the press briefing and had been told by Trump himself to quote him in saying, “They may have been phony in the past, but it’s very real now.”

It seems that having stepped into office, Trump already felt comfortable enough to lie blatantly. The reason quite simply has to do with the fact that Trump knows how gullible his supporters are and takes advantage of that.

A large portion of Trump supporters have strong cognitive dissonance when it comes to criticism of him, and he knows that better than anyone else. The reason why the leader of the free world lies so comfortably and without a care is because his supporters have slowly been opening the door for him to do so the more and more they eat up the lies they are told.

Plain and simple, if tens of millions of Americans and the acting President, so often base their mutual support for each other on lies, there is something seriously wrong with politics as a whole.

The President can do better than this; the conservative movement can do better than this; America can do better than this.

What is seen now can be split into two logical conclusions: Either we have a President and his supporting populous blatantly and carelessly lying about the “Trump economy” being his doing, or we have a President and a populous who seem to not know that this economic expansion has been going on for a while and predicted to have gone this far anyway, regardless of who was elected.

Both of these conclusions seem to be equally worrying.

Whether one or the other is true, what is certain is that we have an entire sector of the political spectrum seemingly fooled.

* Yonathan Alvarado is a 17-year-old writer with no political affiliation living in Northern Virginia near Washington, D.C. He loves reading about politics, religion and science. His idol, if he were to have any, is the late, great Christopher Hitchens.

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For any or all of them: Are you proud of where your child currently is?

Ahem, wow, now I gotta write all of them.

Disclaimer: Some were taking this question more literally than others. I wrote it as sort of an interview question. If the parents are still together then they’re kind of in dialogue with one another.

*** marks deceased if ya’ll didn’t know the backstory

Kim (Dr. James Possible & Dr. Anne Possible)

James: Well of course we’re proud of our Kimmy Cub.

Anne: Why wouldn’t we be? She’s matured into a lovely young woman. Even though her need to help people worried us at first with all that jet setting off on school nights, Kimmy’s just always had such a large heart. Makes me think she’d join the family practice as a heart surgeon along with my brain surgeon expertise, a neurosurgeon can dream.

James: We’re proud of all of our children, even when they make mistakes.

Anne: Like blowing up the oven right before Christmas dinner because--

Jim/Tim (from outside the frame): We said we were sorry!

Anne: And Kimmy doesn’t have to save the world to have us be proud of her

James: We’re just proud she’s following that path she really wants. I mean, would it be nice to have another Dr. Possible in the family? Yes. But titles don’t matter. Our Kimmy cub is enough to make any parent proud just being herself

Amelia (Admiral James Smollet & Evelyn Smollet)

James: Captain’s always been her harshest critic, despite excelling in just about everything she’s put her mind to. I’ll always be proud of her, even when she thinks she’s embarassed me. No one could’ve predicted the tragedy that happened that day. It wasn’t her fault and it’s nothing for her to be ashamed of. Perhaps I’m even more proud of her for pulling herself away from her work here and working on healing elsewhere--

Evelyn: Well, it wouldn’t kill her to give us a ring now and again would it? How long can she hide out at Margaret’s, I mean, if she’s not working--

James: She started that coaching job with the University, Evie.

Evelyn: Well, yes, but still, everyone’s always asking about her and I tire of constantly having to explain when she should be here herself. It’s just not right for her to lock herself away.

James: Well, the question was are we proud of her, Evie. Are you proud of her?

Evelyn: Well of course I am, she’s my daughter. Who else can tell everyone that you have a Naval Captain who fought pirates and lived? I mean, at first I was disappointed that she went into such a masculine field of work, felt I was losing a daughter and gaining a son.... but everyone else seemed to think it was noble and well, I turned around.

Stan (Charlie “Crush” Schell & Stephanie “Shred” Schell***)

Crush: Squirt? Little dude? He’s the craziest little thing, you know? Like one day you’re pickin’ this kid up off the sand and telling him not to eat it and the next day he’s off out in thee great big blue like following his dreams and exploring the world. Man, I’m just glad I didn’t screw him up, ya know? There were rough times after Steph passed. Late nights. More homework for me when he’d surpassed all the smarts I thought I had in my brain. He was teaching me stuff ya know? He’s the smartest kid. He’d run home from school, throw his little backpack across the room and pull out a book he got from the library on turtles just so he could show me what kind of turtle he saw that day on a trip to the aquarium. Little dude’s got it. He just does. He just keeps riding that current and shooting all the curls life’s been givin’ him and sometimes he wipes out. But yanno, he just accepts it, learns the move not to do and goes right back charging out into the waves. Kid’s got his mom’s passion and fearlessness. I see a lot of her in the little guy, shows me steered him right but she was the current all along. Crazy. He’s living his life and he knows it, ya know? And when he knows, I know that he knows and I know that him knowing is just, ya know? He’s Stan the man. Stanley, my real family. He’s everything I could’ve ever hoped to get.

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Steph: You know, the name Stanley was my choice. It was my father’s name before he passed. It’s why Charlie doesn’t use it too often, I think it hurts him more to say it than to say Squirt. My father didn’t exactly like Charlie for me, he wanted me to go out beyond Australia. See the world. Charlie was Australia. It was in his blood. We were two locals who fell in love with the ocean at the right time together. And thank whatever ocean god we did, because it gave us Stanley Rufus Schell. But I named him Stanley because like my father, I hoped he’d grow to see more for people. See more for himself. I saw just enough. Charlie was enough. My life on earth was enough to get them going, but my life could have been more than enough. So I’m proud that Stanley’s gone where he’s going, though I think he’s settled into an ‘enough’ spot in Swynlake for now. But he’s going to do great things, see great things, learn so much and follow his passion. And that’s all I can ever ask. I can’t take all the credit for him. Charlie did an amazing job despite everything. I’m proud of the both of them and I know that the three years I got with that now very tall baby of mine, was just enough

Tito (Julio de Tito & Gloria de Tito)

Julio: Man, I bet Ignacio’s the shit now, he ain’t messin’ up like I did. You know, I always wanted to own my own car business or whatever. Go straight, get outta here one day. But there ain’t that type of capital out there, not by legal means for somebody like me. My record ain’t gonna get me shit out there after this. But that kid knew how to do just about anything. Proud of him the day he was born, minute he zapped my finger and I just thought it was static. Learned fast, drove fast for an eleven year old. Sure, Rico was smart as hell, he’s gonna be a fuckin’ doctor or somethin’, but Ignacio? That kid’s gonna get himself some place, wherever he is.

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Gloria: My son? You mean Rico?--Oh Ignacio. Well, I haven’t seen Ignacio in a long time. Looking back at things though, I do regret what I said that day. I regret a lot of things, but he made it clear he didn’t want to be found after the first year. He talks to his sisters once or twice a year, updates them. I hear he’s doing well, it’s all I can really take without bustin’ out into tears, ya know? But I’m proud he’s stuck it out on his own for this long. Whatever he’s doing for himself.

Hermes (Henry Petros Sr. & Gia Rossi)

Gia: Proud? Proud my son, after how hard I worked to put him through the best education California could offer, turned into a postal worker/drag queen entertainer who hasn’t picked up a phone to call his poor mother who’s bored herself to death rotting in a correctional facility for the last decade? No can’t say I am. I can only say I’m glad his good for nothing manwhore of a father that I divorced hasn’t been a prevailing influence on his life

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Henry: Well, I always knew my son was a little different and what I saw in him, I saw in myself. Our little Henry inspired me to not be so afraid of what people thought and still does. He hasn’t talked to me since I moved to San Fransisco with Joseph after the fall out with his mother being sent to prison. Which if you ask me, isn’t actually a prison with her Martha Steward knock-off cell. In any case, I am proud of him for who he is. No matter what he’s done in life or what name he takes on, I just couldn’t take care of a kid while I was still finding myself.

Megara (Lukas Creon & Maria Creon)

Maria: Well, you know she was engaged to that nice professor fellow and then one day that’s over and she’s leaving town. We haven’t heard from her in well, how long was it--?

Lukas: 3 years, give or take

Maria: --Right three long years at the least, we don’t know where she is right now, haven’t a damn clue. So we couldn’t tell you anything about pride ‘cause she won’t pick up the phone and call us.

Arista (Ya’ll knoow JEFF and Athena and pft they’re probs proud despite her dropping out to follow her passion more w/e)

Bobby (Robert “Bert” Zimmeruski Sr. & Roberta “Bobbi” Zimmeruski)

Bert: Which kid are we talking about? Robby or Bobby? I get them mixed up all the time

Bobbi: Yeah, hard to tell. Maybe we shouldn’t have named them the same name...

Bert: Nah, it’s still funny

Bobbi: Yeah, yeah it is. Haha, anyways uh Robby is the one in... Spain? Lesbian?

Bert: Whoa, wait, he lives in Lesbian, Spain?

Bobbi: No wait, is that Bobby?

Bert (still laughing at Lesbian because they’re totally stoned)

Bobbi: One second, I have it on my phone notes.... Lisbon, Portugal. Eh, same difference...

Bert: Yeah but is that the right kid?

Bobbi: Who knows, who cares. At least they both send money. We’re proud of them both with whatever they’re doing. Two mellow fellows we raised, earning money and helping out their parents

Bert: You right, you right. You gonna light that or should I?

Rosie (N/A my dudes, orphaned in Bulgaria)

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The boy and The demon

chapter 8 the beginning

"Eddward where are you?" a little boys voice cried out, "Eddward please this isn't funny anymore,Eddward?"

Eddward squeezed his eyes more and covered his small ears tighter, 'leave me alone. You don't understand no one does not mamma, daddy, or you just leave me alone!' screaming in his mind never noticing the little boys voice drawing closer or the shadows moving around his body.

"Eddward? Eddward snap out of it Edd-"

"-Ward wake up."

Eddwards eyes snapped opened, then immediately close from the blinding light. Groaning he shielded his eyes with his arm as they began to adjust. "What happened? where am i ?"

"The nurse's office remember we were playing dodgeball during p.e. and some juniors thought it was funny to aim for our heads. One hit you pretty hard in the head than you fell face first to the ground."

Groaning more he move to lay on his side, opening his eyes he looked up to the freckled green eyed man. "Well Eddy did warn me about being fresh meat. What time is it and why aren't you in class?"

Kevin smiled 'same old dork,' "It's 3:39 school let out about an hour ago, you've been out since fourth period dude." his smile grew bigger when edd practically jumped up off the in surprise and alarm.

"What oh lord my classes, my notes, my assignments why did you let me sleep for so long kevin and why didn't you go to class after bringing me here, you education is in jeopardy just like mine!" Edd's mind began to reel, he could feel his emotions begin to bubble up inside. An image of two angry and disappointed face manifested in his mind.

"Whoa dork don't blow a fuse it's okay it's not like it's the end of the world or something. Plus it's only the first week not a lot of teachers hand things out or give homework so you it's fine." his smile disappearing from his face he moved closer to gapped toothed teen and placed a steady hand on his shaky shoulders.

Tensing up Edd moved his eyes up to stare into emerald like eyes. His shallow like breathes begun to slowly even out, the hurricane of emotion begun to slow down as the two phantom images became nothing more than a memory in the pools of green.

So wrapped up in each other neither noticed the other leaning in or the office door opening.

"Okay Kevin has Eddward woken up yet, his parents will be here oh my." As quick as a whip both teens jumped away from each other, their faces exploding in a deep red blush. "Oh i'm sorry if i was interrupting anything i just wanted to know if Eddward was awake, his parents are coming to pick him up in a few minutes."

"Mother and father are back? They're coming to get me?"the words slowly came out as if he was trying to understand what the words meant.

The earlier moment forgotten as well as the blush on Kevin's face. A face of worry and concern replaced his red face as Edd continued to stay silent. "Hey dork you good,"

"Hm i am alright Kevin thank you for staying here with me while i was unconscious. Also i wanted to ask if you wanted a ride home?" standing up he began to stretch out his bones popping.

Getting up he rubbed the back of his neck his emotions never faltering, but a light blush dusted his cheeks faintly. "Yeah it was no problem i didn't want any more upperclassmen to do something to you while you were knock out. Thanks for letting me stay here with him Mrs. Ford."

"It was no problem Mr.Barr i'm glad to help a nobel cause"smiling she winked at the red head her eyes gleaming with something kevin couldn't identify.

"We should go kevin we can't keep mother and father waiting," grabbing his arm Edd tugged him out of the office towards the school entrance to wait for his parents.

Meanwhile at the Celtic Island

Ding

"Welcome how are you guys?"

"Hey Steve what's up can I get two of my usual for me and this fine piece of ass right here."

"I swear goldberg i will throw you in a bath of acid if don't stop."

"Oh come on Rave you can't deny it i know that you love me," Nat smirked securing both arms around Raves waist and pulled him towards his body.

Rave scoffed"Yeah i love you as much as i love drinking kerosene and dancing the hokey pokey naked. Now let go of me or i'll give you another cut to match the one i gave you last week."

Dislodging one arm he smiled at Rave "As much as i like the idea of you marking my body i'm afraid i will have to pass on this one love. Next time and maybe you can mark me in a different way that doesn't involve a blade."

Before he could smack the golden eyed man two plates of of burgers and fries appeared in front of them. "There you go two of our famous burger with sea salt fries and sour apple lemonade enjoy."

DING

"Welcome have a seat someone will help you in a bit,"

"Hi actually we're looking for Mr and Mrs. Barr are they here yet?"

"No sorry I think they are on their way please take a seat at the bar, while i give the a call."

"Thank you um Grace, come on honey,"the man gently pulling his tired looking wife by the hand, catching before she fell. "I told you not to exert yourself too much on the way here."

"I'm fine Ian we needed to get here fast anyway, a bit of exhaustion won't stop me from finding and tearing those two s.o.b's to shreds. Now if will help me to the bar so i can order a nice alcoholic drink that will be swell."

Shaking his head he pick up his wife and sat her down on the stool next Rave. "We will talk about those two later right now a drink sounds nice order me one too i need to make a phone call real quick." kissing her cheek he headed outside.

Blowing out a breathe she looked up at the menu on the wall. "excuse me can i get a mount gay rum hold the coke and a gin and tonic please."

"And some brandy too, if it's not too much trouble...ow James that hurt."

"I'll stop when you stop asking random people for a drink .I'm sorry miss please pay him no attention i think the chemical from his hair dye soaked into his brain."

"It's ok sweetie i don't mind do you want one too."

"Are you offering these kids alcohol Ava?"

"What, no of course not why do you think i'm always doing something wrong?"

"Because i know you and it's you Ava you're always up to something bad."

"Yet you still love me."

"I think he's too scared to not." a gruff voice chuckled behind Ian.

Turning around Ian stared down the larger man."I am not scared of my wife Charlie."

"Yes he is." Ava sounded a smile on her face as she sipped her drink.

Olivia smiled at her husband and friends then turn the two pre teens."Hello Nathan and Rave i see you've met our friend Ava and her husband Ian. Savanna and Ian Vincent."

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Chase Log: May 7, 2016

I’m new to this whole Tumblr thing, so I figure I’ll open this blog with the story of the very first day of my very first plains chase.

70 KNOTS OF SHEAR INSANITY

It happened.

I lived my dreams and then some.

It was nothing short of the best time of my life. Corbin and Trey left about twelve hours before we did; once I left work, I picked up Christian and off we went. He took over driving and hauled ass to our first stop- Northeastern Colorado. It took fourteen hours total, no stops, but he did it. We switched places again at the state border and continued to our destination.

Once Christian and I arrived in Brush, CO- after scoring a speeding ticket, which I had budgeted for anyway because I’m an adult, plus Christian leaning over me to tell the cop “We’re heading to- ah, Bush” earning a “how high are you right now because that’s not a real place” glance from the officer- we caught up with Corbin and Trey, who were parked in a dirt lot behind an auto shop. We took a look at radar and models and decided that we were in good position for the day. It wasn’t too long until we were joined by several other chasers- a couple of local folks, and a duo of dudes that call themselves “Into the Meso”. We would end up meeting up with them several more times over the next few days, and they’re amazing people.

For a couple of hours, we hung out and chatted with the other chasers. We all theorized on what we were going to do for our next move; after a while, our gang decided to head toward a small town called Wray, in far Northeastern “I Can’t Believe it’s Not Nevada” Colorado. On the road, we spotted a young cell with some very low-hanging scud steadily moving up into the parent storm. It was attempting to form a wall cloud, so we hung around and waited to see if anything cool would happen.

Unfortunately, nothing came of it; the scud rose into the parent cloud and disappeared. The core was catching up to us, so we decided to move on. Corbin and Trey began packing up the Jeep and Christian and I began doing the same into my Sportage. The storm was approaching rapidly, and it took on a mildly ominous appearance.

“Hey,” Christian asked, patting his pockets, “Where are the keys?”

“I thought you had them.”

“No?”

We stared at each other for a moment, the hail beginning to come down and bouncing off the pavement. There’s a divine moment in the dawning realization that you’re not playing the stormy little leagues in Arizona anymore; it’s a moment concocted of both horror and amazement, a moment of understanding that should storm move into air with more optimal conditions, it would chew you up and spit you out. We looked at the approaching wall cloud, realizing the gravity of the potential situation.

Was it rotating? We couldn’t say because we were too busy tearing into my truck to find the goddamn keys. After a few tense minutes and Corbin asking me where I could have put them in five minutes, I found them in my camera bag.

We piled into our respective vehicles and headed east. We moved to a better place to watch the storm that we had just outrun by minutes.

We exited the vehicles again and Trey explained that this was probably going to get interesting in a few minutes. We hung out and talked for a while as the sky changed to a bright green-blue hue, the clouds rolling and boiling overhead. Suddenly, to our excitement, our phones chimed with a tornado warning. It was on.

Suddenly, we heard it- the sound of music. Sirens began to blare from the nearby town of Wray. I cannot describe the feeling when I heard them; I’ve had a fascination with them for my whole life. They’re the soundtrack of a successful chase day. To me, it was the sound of the gates opening, revealing the land of enlightenment I’d sought for my entire life. This was it.

Unfortunately, after a few minutes, the sirens shut off and nothing came of this particular moment. We moved on ever slightly and again stopped to watch a beautiful wall cloud with a very clear RFD cut cross the road. It just didn’t seem to want to get its act together, so we began looking for our next move. It wasn’t long until Christian noticed a newer, younger storm in the back of the line: Tail End Charlie sat there, with a beautifully sculpted base and distinctive lowering already forming. We made our move to it and waited.

That was when Corbin noticed it. “Tornado on the ground!” he called, pointing to… exactly where we just were. It was there, a dinky little funnel trying it’s hardest to stay on the ground. It whirled and corkscrewed, teasing the ground by lifting and touching down again, dancing like a ghost on the horizon.

We were several miles away. We had just missed it.

Corbin and Christian were disappointed. The verbal irritation with the situation was hard to ignore, but I didn’t mind so much. A tornado was a tornado, and this was so cool. The guys weren’t happy. We decided to stay and watch Tail End Charlie as the griping continued. As Charlie moved in closer, the chatter topic moved to the base of the storm, which was churning wildly. The clouds had a now-familiar blue hue to them, and we began theorizing where the tornado was going to drop. The furiously twisting clouds continued on for several minutes before it happened; it was something I’ll never forget for as long as I live. Very suddenly, there was a rush of humid, warm air flowing in from behind us. It was strong enough to pull me along on my feet, forcing me to walk forward. This lasted a few seconds until:

“Tornado on the ground! There it is!”

Sure as daylight, there it was- a small circulation had formed on the ground, kicking up dirt and dust. There was a considerable amount of celebrating, as this beauty was maybe a mile or two away this time. It didn’t bob and dawdle like the first one had- this one seemed to mean business, remaining in contact with the ground and gaining strength. The tornado continued to gain strength and speed, just we realized that it was coming right at us.

For those first few moments, we thought we were fine. It wasn’t going to hit us. But no, sure enough, the wind picked up in our area and we needed to go. Now.

We began to make a move back to our vehicles- except for Trey, who stood there challenging the tube like a meteorological David and Goliath. “Trey! It’s coming! Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!!” I yelled as I made a beeline back toward the Sportage. I hopped inside and closed the door as Christian turned it around. The debris cloud was close now. The Sportage rocked back and forth, dust from the road in front of us beginning to be pulled into the vortex.

Christian pressed on the gas and we high-tailed it away from the whirling thing, dodging cars and random onlookers on the way out. We continued on for maybe another mile before we noticed that the tornado had lifted and was now only a small funnel hovering over the hills. We reassured ourselves that we were okay- until we realized again that we weren’t. The funnel wasn’t moving away from us anymore; it was about to pass over our heads.

This time, we had let it get too close. It had touched down again and was now doing considerable damage to the landscape. I’m pretty sure that I became terribly aware of this before Christian did because as we were leaving he asked excitedly: “Can I pull over?”

“No,” I said sternly as I watched the funnel increase in size yet again, twisted around in my front seat to watch it out of the rear window.

“Please??”

“NO,” I shouted, “GO!” It was very close now. It took up a significant portion of my rear view mirror and filled my side mirror. I’m assuming it was at this point that Christian looked for himself because from the driver’s side I heard “SHIT!” and the sound of the gas pedal being floored. In spite of this effort to gain speed and ground between us and the twister, we were only doing- maybe- forty. I picked up my phone once again and began to film.

“Oh my god.” It was very close now. The roar was now the only thing I could hear, except for the occasional swearing of my partner, who was no longer interested in pulling over. I wasn’t truly worried until I heard the fear in his voice. Nothing terribly significant- he wasn’t in utter terror yet, but he was definitely concerned.

“It’s right behind us! Fuck!” His tone in those five words were enough to make me realize that this could be a problem. A very real, very serious problem. Before my eyes, the funnel condensed, snaking to the earth and meeting the debris cloud in living color. It was the most spectacular thing I’ve ever witnessed. “Go, go, go, go, GO!” I shouted over the wind, knowing full well he had it floored and that this was as much as we were going to go.

We neared a corner and he took it, not anticipating that the tornado would curve slightly once more and again be heading in our direction, this time from the side. We raced up a hill, every foot and every second counting when we saw a farmhouse on the top.

The funnel had completely condensed and the entire tornado had become a stunningly sculpted thing of beauty; a ghostly figure shredding the hillside- and it was heading right for the house.

“Oh God, it’s gonna hit that house!” Christian yelled. “It’s gonna hit that house!”

“I know,” I said, leaning out of the window as far as gravity would allow and firing off several shots. I grimaced as the tornado made contact with the property, white particleboard and wood becoming airborne and assimilating into the debris cloud like disastrous confetti.

“No, no, no.” Christian slammed his palms into the steering wheel. “God damn it!”

I said nothing. I felt small and helpless. There was nothing anyone or anything could do. “Get those shots,” Christian said. “Just shoot.” I kept firing the shutter, getting photo after photo before I realized something.

Corbin’s headlights were behind us before, and now the only thing I saw in the rearview mirror was the tornado.

They were gone.

“Dude, Corbin and Trey are gone. They’re gone. I think they got hit.”

Christian glanced at me and then in the rearview. “No,” he said, “No no no. They got behind it, they had to have got behind it.”

Finally, we were far ahead of it enough to stop and assess the situation. We got out of the truck and watched in a stunned stupor as the monster tornado trekked across the dirt road and into a field, where it seemed to pause, having grown into a behemoth dirt eater and taken on an entirely new appearance; it was significantly more ominous than before. The rotation was incredible and the occluding process was blatantly obvious. A satellite funnel spun up beside it. This was a violent tornado.

As incredulous as I was, I felt sick. Where were Corbin and Trey?

“Dude. Dude! There they are!” Christian said, pointing up the road where the tornado had just crossed. Sure enough- there they were, in one piece and driving toward us. Chris and I shouted happy shouts of relief and high fived. The joy was short-lived, though, because as they rolled up, it became clear what needed to be done now. The dirt demon had wandered further into the field and was obviously weakening.

“We have to go back.”

Everyone agreed. Once there was structural damage, the chase was over. We needed to get to that farmhouse. We made our way back up the hill, avoiding downed power lines and approaching the front driveway of the property.

It had been decimated. Two propane tanks sat on their sides in different places of the yard, hissing loudly. They were both leaking, and any spark from the downed power lines would set off an explosion. The tornado continued to wander further away into open land, but the focus was not longer on it. I threw the truck door open and made a run for it up the hill as hard as I could. “Tori!”, Trey’s voice cut through the pounding in my ears and the hiss of the propane tanks, “Power lines!!”

I hopped over them, channeling my inner gazelle with an awareness of my own tunnel vision, up to the remains of the house. Three trucks were piled on top of one another, one of which still had headlights on. There was clothes and drywall scattered all over the yard. A rogue sheep dashed away from me. I approached the house just as the family who lived there emerged from their shelter. The first person out was a young woman, her disheveled hair in a ponytail. She covered her face when she saw the destruction. “Are you good? Is everyone alright?” I yelled over the wind, which had picked up again.

“Yes!” shouted the woman. It was then that I heard the guys yelling my name. I turned, now very much aware of the wind beginning to howl again and a very familiar pull to the air.

“Tori! Come on, it’s a hand off!” Christian screamed. He had stopped just short of the propane tanks and was waiting on a signal that it was okay. The wind was whistling so loudly that I could hardly hear him at the top of his lungs. I threw an “OK” gesture at him and began trying to run back down the hill, but it was as if I were running in place. The wind was amazingly strong and my heart began to race again. Was I going to die here today when a propane tank blew up after dodging a monster tornado, or maybe when a hand-off occurred and another spin up happened?

I was finally able to get some momentum and made it down the hill, where Corbin and Trey were already getting ready to leave. Christian caught up to me and we got into the truck and bailed as well, heading back up the dirt road the way we came. Corbin and Trey decided to drive ahead while Christian and I stayed back and waited for the authorities to clear the road in front of us. A tractor trailer had been tossed into the road and slightly bent like a toy. Tractors and farm equipment were dragged and thrown. We sat and pondered the reality of the day, absolutely in awe that what had happened had happened.

After some time taken to process, we joined Corbin and Trey at a gas station, where we used Corbin’s wifi to upload photos and videos to social media. I couldn’t believe the images I had captured.

Christian took the camera from my hands and stared at the images. “Are you serious, dude?” he breathed, “This is it. This is your shot.”

Corbin was monitoring Twitter after posting photos and video to it. It took a few moments, but then it began- the notifications kept on coming. They were going viral. “You need to get those photos online,” Christian said. “Just get them up. I promise you they’ll go insane.” For the first time in my life, I knew I had something special here. These were significant images. The best I’d ever taken. I did quick edits of both of them and put them on Twitter.

We decided that we’d drive to Garden City, Kansas and get some sleep. It had been an intense and beautiful day, and there were things to do tomorrow. It had been the most successful chase of all of our lives, and it was only day one.

“Dude! What did I say?” Christian said, showing me his Twitter feed on his phone. “Your pictures are going crazy.”

It was true. It had already been retweeted dozens of times and favorited countless more. I wouldn’t realize the full scope of it until the next day, but it was the very beginning of the biggest change in my life for the good.

And there were sixteen days left to go.

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What To Remember When You Bring A Dog Home

(and I don’t mean from the bar… *ba dum tss*)

Is it just the nature of summer or something? My friends seem to be acting with a hive mind lately. While I’m busy sanding things, digging in the dirt, doing demo in the bathroom (yay!), and working on a half dozen other things not yet ready to be revealed (some of it is coming next week, and stay tuned for a furniture DIY on July 1st!), all of them have collectively started adopting fur-babies.

One found a litter under her garden shed. One just adopted a 2-year-old chihuahua mix. One couple keeps Snapchatting me updates of their new puppy (believe me, that’s not a complaint!). Basically, my social media feed is full of furry new additions and the inevitable lessons that come with budding pet parentage. And as a veteran owner of a wild and crazy, roof-sitting, fence-jumping, car-ride-loving dog of my own, I can’t help but be amused by witnessing each of these roller coaster rides take place.

Do they really know what they’re in for?

While I’m not really familiar with what to do with a cat (I never owned one as a kid, and I’ve only ever had dogs as an adult), I figured that with so many people I know bringing home a new dog, it would be a good time to share my own experience since I first brought Charlie home. Looking back, there were plenty of things I expected (taking her out for walks, training, buying toys and food), but there were also things I wish I had known or wish someone had told me. Plus… I kind of promised a few of them I’d write these posts just for them, so I’m trying to make good on that!

So, I’m declaring this my own personal Pet Week (the official National Pet Week was actually in May, so this is unrelated), with two back-to-back posts all about:

what to expect/remember when you bring a new pup home (Part One — that’s this post) and

what products I’ve learned over the years that have made life with Charlie far easier (Part Two)!

With any luck, my friends will find something helpful in these notes, and you can pass this along to any friends of yours who have caught the new-puppy-bug, too!

Charlie’s first snowfall

Oh, and for the sake of simplicity, I should probably just make some kind of banner with one of those cheesy spokesperson-sounding voices, like

“Sarah’s Pet Week is brought to you by Swiffer! Swiffer: because when you clean up after your pet this often, you’re going to be using us all the time.”

Sorry, I’m being goofy today as I write… but the gist is that online advertising rules require me to disclose any material relationships I currently have if I mention their products in a post, and because we’re talking about pet hair and paw prints, I’m going to wind up mentioning Swiffer anyway because I use them all the time for cleaning up after Charlie, so I’m going to just declare that these posts are sponsored by them even though I’m mostly just sharing pictures of puppies… k?

Oh, and also: I’m not a vet, nor have I ever studied animals as a profession. This is not meant to be professional medical advice, just general tips to my friends who are freaking out right now (oh, blogging disclaimers are so fun these days, aren’t they??). Alrighty, let’s get on with it! *Affiliate links may be used below*

(info about the rug is here)

Ten Things to Remember When Bringing Your New Pup Home

1. Expect them to be tired… at first. Don’t think that just because they were all sweet and snuggly in the adoption center that this is any indication of their true personality or energy level. Chances are, they got picked up and cuddled by a lot of people all day out of sheer cuteness (that’s one of the reasons you adopted them, after all), and that would tire out anyone. Or maybe they’ve just been fixed and are still drugged up. Once they get their energy back, there will be moments of pure energy that will really have you confused on whether or not someone replaced your little fluff with a hellion bent on destroying your sanity and sleep. The secret: get them tired again with lots of play time. Or pawn them off temporarily on friends and family who want to cuddle up with your new pet.

What she was like at Atlanta Humane Society…

What she was like 24 hours after getting her home…

2. They might come home with a cold. Putting a bunch of dogs together in a single spot like an adoption place or boarding facility, even if they’ve all been vaccinated, might lead your pup to get sick. Watch after them for a little while and definitely take them to the vet if they show any signs of distress (it could be something as simple as allergies or anxiety of adjusting to a new place, or it could be more serious, like kennel cough or canine influenza). I distinctly remember holding Charlie as I signed her in at her first vet visit, and she sneezed a huge green bubble right on her face. She looked pretty embarrassed and pitiful, but we went home with some antibiotics after that!

3. You might have a few regrets… or a lot of them. The first night after bringing Charlie home, I was so proud of myself. She made it through the night with zero accidents and we both slept sound. But as soon as I put that little rat on the floor, she looked me dead in the eye and peed a giant puddle on my carpet. The next few days were a lot of adjusting to how often puppies need to go outside (setting alarms for the middle of the night, etc.), her first bath, and a lot of scrubbing nightmare fuel out of my carpet (it wasn’t always the same, er, type, ifyouknowwhatimsaying). There were also a few tears, because I was just about to start grad school and realized I probably made a horrible mistake out of loneliness (if you remember, this was also just after a long-term relationship had ended and the emptiness of my house was real without his dog around). Second guessing your choice to adopt is totally normal. It usually fades once they let you get some sleep and they survive their first full day without needing a bath. Charlie and I ultimately got through it, and I’m so glad we did.

4. Take as many videos as you can. Taking pictures will come naturally, but try to get video of them if they’re still a puppy. I didn’t take enough of Charlie, and I regret that.

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5. They’re surprisingly like humans… but also not. Within the first few weeks, there will be more than one moment where you are in awe of how clever your dog is and how much personality they hold in their little body. Their facial expressions. Their reactions. When they sneeze or yawn. It doesn’t take long for you to realize that they simply see the world differently than you, and they’ll use that to their advantage. Places you’re sure you’ve made impenetrable? They’ll just squeeze right by it:

It’s the cutest thing… until you smell poop in an unexpected place.

And did you know they can use medications that were developed for people? While this of course comes with a HUGE disclaimer that you need to check with your vet first, some OTC medications such as Benadryl, Neosporin, Pepcid AC, Pepto Bismol, and others have been ok’d in some situations for treating your dog’s ailments. Charlie even has a prescription for Xanax for when she gets her nails clipped!

But again: they are not babies. It’s going to be fun to baby them, to enjoy their cuteness, and to laugh when they have personalities and attitudes like humans. And it’s easy to assume when something is safe for you, then it’s safe for your dog. During those first few days in a new house, they are going to push the boundaries like crazy and familiarize themselves with their environment mouth first. We’ve all heard about chocolate, but other unexpected foods (like avocado, grapes, garlic, onions, etc.) are a big no-no to feed them. There are household plants they might eat and household cleaners sprayed on surfaces that they might lick. It is so easy to overlook these things! You’ll need to quickly become familiar with what’s harmful to them before you good-intention your way to a sick pup. And don’t forget about trash cans in easy access like the bathroom (a solid recipe for “trash gut”). Here is an excellent list. Learn it.

6. Speaking of cleaners… have a lot of those (safe ones) around, too. I had to use a TON of cleaning products when Charlie first moved in. Lots of them aren’t healthy for pets, so be sure to check the labels. Now that she’s older, I don’t have as many messes, but I still use a vacuum for her tumbleweeds of fur and Swiffer’s Wet Jet for cleaning up paw prints and drool spots (particularly around her water dish and food stand). P.S. If you’re planning on getting a gift for a friend who just got a dog, they will all be very happy to get a box of Swiffer products (I actually gave some to my sister and my parents and others). Most of my friends have been really excited when I offer to gift them a box!

7. They’re definitely going to chew or destroy something you liked a lot. Maybe it was your new running shoes. Maybe it was your favorite pair of sexy-but-not-uncomfortable panties. Maybe it was the wooden bun foot you were using for a DIY project (yes, that happened). But no matter what, you’re going to be forgetful that you have a new member of the family, and they are going to get into something you didn’t anticipate. And you will mourn the loss of that item. And then, surprise! It will happen again. Eventually, you’ll stop being a dumbass and learn to not leave valuables out for the dog to get a hold of (or you won’t, and you’ll continue to underestimate the cleverness of your dog). Hide your stuff, if not for your wallet, but for the fact that if they eat something that makes them sick, you’re basically spending huge chunks of cash on replacements and vet bills.

8. Never underestimate the power of an empty water bottle and a cardboard box. Dogs like to chew. They like things that squeak and make crinkle noises. And to my surprise, a plain, empty water bottle would work like a charm.

They also like to shred, so as long as they aren’t eating the items (which could cause an obstruction), for me, a plain box or stick was often easier to pick up after than the cheap fluff they sometimes put into dog toys (that stuff seems to multiply). Charlie couldn’t get enough of either as a puppy, and it saved me from a lot of eaten shoes.

Charlie loved to get her paws on paint sticks, too. I have to hide them out of sight, now!

9. You’re going to worry a lot. The first few days are really hard, especially if you work in an office during the day. Are they upset? Are they eating ok? Are they getting enough sleep? Do they have fleas? Did you get the right food? Why is their poop runny this time? Is *google item they just ate* toxic? You will feel a lot of strong feelings about all sorts of things that never occurred to you before. You’ll feel guilty just for being at work when your pup is at home missing you. Your mom will send you text messages when you’re traveling that your dog is staring at the door, waiting for you to come home. As much as people like to joke (and even some get offended, but whatever) and liken a puppy to a human baby, this is often a learning experience for how to care for another living thing for the first time. They are entirely dependent on your care, and it’s scary at first. You’ll talk about it to everyone you know.

10. It will pass. As with most adjustments, you’ll eventually get used to your pet’s limitations and needs. You’ll get used to making weekend plans that include blocks of time to come home to your pooch. You’ll have a lot of fun with it, and there is nothing quite like the pure joy you see on their faces when you come home and they’ve missed you with their whole body. Charlie is a part of the family, and very few decisions in this house go without factoring her in (whether the fabric on the chair is Charlie-proof, how fast I fix the A/C if it gets too hot, so many things!). You will worry a lot, but you’ll be fine.

Take deep breaths. And welcome to the Puppyhood. Enjoy it!

Disclosure: This post was sponsored by Swiffer, but all opinions, bad jokes, and embarrassing confessions are 100% my own.

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What To Remember When You Bring A Dog Home

(and I don’t mean from the bar… *ba dum tss*)

Do they really know what they’re in for?

So, I’m declaring this my own personal Pet Week (the official National Pet Week was actually in May, so this is unrelated), with two back-to-back posts all about:

what to expect/remember when you bring a new pup home (Part One — that’s this post) and

what products I’ve learned over the years that have made life with Charlie far easier (Part Two)!

With any luck, my friends will find something helpful in these notes, and you can pass this along to any friends of yours who have caught the new-puppy-bug, too!

Charlie’s first snowfall

Oh, and for the sake of simplicity, I should probably just make some kind of banner with one of those cheesy spokesperson-sounding voices, like

“Sarah’s Pet Week is brought to you by Swiffer! Swiffer: because when you clean up after your pet this often, you’re going to be using us all the time.”

(info about the rug is here)

Ten Things to Remember When Bringing Your New Pup Home

What she was like at Atlanta Humane Society…

What she was like 24 hours after getting her home…

4. Take as many videos as you can. Taking pictures will come naturally, but try to get video of them if they’re still a puppy. I didn’t take enough of Charlie, and I regret that.

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It’s the cutest thing… until you smell poop in an unexpected place.

Charlie loved to get her paws on paint sticks, too. I have to hide them out of sight, now!

Take deep breaths. And welcome to the Puppyhood. Enjoy it!

Disclosure: This post was sponsored by Swiffer, but all opinions, bad jokes, and embarrassing confessions are 100% my own.

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What To Remember When You Bring A Dog Home

(and I don’t mean from the bar… *ba dum tss*)

Do they really know what they’re in for?

So, I’m declaring this my own personal Pet Week (the official National Pet Week was actually in May, so this is unrelated), with two back-to-back posts all about:

what to expect/remember when you bring a new pup home (Part One — that’s this post) and

what products I’ve learned over the years that have made life with Charlie far easier (Part Two)!

With any luck, my friends will find something helpful in these notes, and you can pass this along to any friends of yours who have caught the new-puppy-bug, too!

Charlie’s first snowfall

Oh, and for the sake of simplicity, I should probably just make some kind of banner with one of those cheesy spokesperson-sounding voices, like

“Sarah’s Pet Week is brought to you by Swiffer! Swiffer: because when you clean up after your pet this often, you’re going to be using us all the time.”

(info about the rug is here)

Ten Things to Remember When Bringing Your New Pup Home

What she was like at Atlanta Humane Society…

What she was like 24 hours after getting her home…

4. Take as many videos as you can. Taking pictures will come naturally, but try to get video of them if they’re still a puppy. I didn’t take enough of Charlie, and I regret that.

youtube

It’s the cutest thing… until you smell poop in an unexpected place.

Charlie loved to get her paws on paint sticks, too. I have to hide them out of sight, now!

Take deep breaths. And welcome to the Puppyhood. Enjoy it!

Disclosure: This post was sponsored by Swiffer, but all opinions, bad jokes, and embarrassing confessions are 100% my own.

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