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Redoing the first post I ever did on this blog: Trying to assign a shark to CFO🦈
The first time i did this I was honestly very nervous about putting my stupid takes out into the fandom, but I'm ready now, and I have stronger CFO shark opinions. I'm linking to all the sharks' Wikipedia pages, for those interested in sharks!!
I gotta be honest, this is about Charles, but mostly this post is me sharing fun shark facts. I hope you guys are chill with that.
Same as the last time, I still have some honorable mentions.
(ALSO i tagged this post under some shark tags, this is the guy we're talking about, btw, I'd love for you guys to vote in the poll at the bottom of the post)
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I considered something like the Basking Shark. However, they're quite large, and I think Charles looks harmless, so the Basking shark was out. Additionally, despite they're large size, they're pretty docile. They're one of the three species of sharks that eat plankton! But, I envisioned a slightly more slender, swift hunter type of shark.
I also considered a type of Thresher Shark, as I liked their unique appearance, but ultimately I couldn't decide on a species. I think I wanted Charles to be one just because they have cool caudal fins.
I very briefly considered The Great White, because to most people that's the shark. But I just wasn't feeling it. They're cute, but I don't see Charles being one.
In the original post I listed The Silky Shark, but I'm taking this back, because now that I think about it, I just wanted Charles to be a Silky Shark because they're my favorite....
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Moving on to the real choices now.
Bull Shark (Carcharhinus leucas)
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The Bull Shark is one of my favorite sharks. It's in the family Carcharhinidae, which makes it a Requiem Shark! (which is also where I get my tumblr name from) I didn't do this on purpose, but all the sharks in this list are actually Requiem Sharks. Requiem sharks are known for being very fast and efficient hunters, and of course the Bull Shark is no exception. Bull Sharks are known to be aggressive towards people, alongside the Great White and the Tiger shark (though don't let a certain awesome 1975 movie fool you, you're odds of being attacked by sharks are very slim, these bad boys are just know for doing it the most) Bull sharks are euryhaline, meaning they can adapt to water of varying salinity, meaning they can do just fine in freshwater. This sort of adaptability reminds me of Charles, and tbh, I think Bull Sharks just kind of look like him some how.
Blue Shark (Prionace glauca)
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The Blue Shark looks like a goober. You can find them fucking everywhere, check out this map from Wikipedia. They're one of the most wide-spread shark species!
The Blue Shark's name isn't a stretch, they really are blue! Curious, and not typically aggressive, they've been known to approach divers. They're also known to be more social than other sharks, and sometimes travel in schools separated by sex, at least as juveniles. It's slender, streamlined appearance makes me think of Charles, in the sense that somehow the Blue shark looks like it'd wear a suit, but maybe more like a silly colored suit. Like blue! The long pectoral fins also remind me of him, for some reason. I don't know why, it's not like he has long arms?
If you're familiar with the BLÅHAJ, you may know the blue shark! The common name for Prionace glauca in both Swedish and Dutch is blåhaj, which just means Blue Shark!
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Oceanic Whitetip Shark (Carcharhinus longimanus)
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A shark with a very good design, look at that aesthetically pleasing coloring and the rounded fins? This is someone's OC shark, i swear. The Oceanic Whitetip is listed as critically endangered by the IUCN. They cannot pump water through their gills, so they're one of the shark species that has to always be moving! They're more leisurely while swimming, and have been known to breach the water.
Honestly, I think this is a good candidate for Charles shark because I just love the way these sharks look!
Sandbar shark (Carcharhinus plumbeus)
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This silly guy is the Sandbar shark, one of the largest costal sharks in the world! They're known for their brownish coloring (another common name for them is the brown shark) and their tall dorsal fin. They also have rather large pectoral fins. They are listed as endangered, as they are hunted for their fins. I chose this shark honestly because it's brown, and the aforementioned tall dorsal fin. I was mostly choosing the sharks based on looks, and this one easily looks the most like Charles to me.
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Anyways, thanks for reading my silly shark post! When I did this like, three months ago, I was working on this AU thingy, but I'd got totally sidetracked trying to assign a damn shark to Charles. The original idea was he was gonna be like... y'know, a mermaid or something, but I never got around to working on it, mostly because of the sharks. If you have any interest in it, I could do Dethklok/any one else from MTL as sharks. Honestly, i'd love an excuse to combine my interests.
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bruja1837 · 2 years
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Random Rant #1
((Flavor of the day: a base of “people enjoy many different things and it’s wonderful how unique people can be!” mixed with a bucket load of “it’s ok if your interests/range of knowledge isn’t that diverse because it’s YOUR life and YOU get to decide the comfort hyperfixation/special interest!” Since ADHD brain decided to put a bookmark on the original thought because it remembered a very specific bs extrovert opinion and decided that it must die by my blade.)) ((edit. Tagging led to what is essentially a second post about ADHD train of thought)) 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚 ❤️GO WILD! YOUR INTERESTS AND LIFESTYLES DONT NEED TO BE TRAPPED IN A SINGLE NICHE! don't get me wrong, If you got a hyperfixation or some kind of specific thing that brings you joy than power to ya! Im not saying you gotta branch out into things you aren't interested in to have "well rounded interests". trust me, I’ve been on the other end of that conversation plenty a times, and I STILL don’t give a fuck about learning about stuff that I’m not interested in so I can be the fucking circus clown and entertain strangers in conversation!
🧡 Counterpoint: if you wanna info dump to me about something you like I WILL LITERALLY TAKE NOTES AND LOVE YOU ALL THE MORE FOR IT! BECAUSE WHILE IT MAY NOT BE ON MY MIND, ITS CLEARLY SOMETHING THATS IMPORTANT TO YOU AND IM HONORED THAT YOU TRUST ME ENOUGH TO BE COMFORTABLE OPENING UP ABOUT YOURSELF!!! But the fact of the matter is, I’m not learning about recent trends for the sole purpose of making conversation with random people at the dollar store. Especially if I’m likely to never see them again.
💛This isn’t a jab at people who are “hip” and “with the times” btw, it’s just not my cup of tea, so it’s weird to learn stuff for a possible conversation that I’m unlikely to have since I’m an ambrivert and thus not the type to go out of my way and partake in small talk with people I don’t know. But if I DO make a friend who’s reliably up to date, I will absolutely use them for updates (this is a tribute to the time I had to ask “what the FUCK is a “poggers”???” )
🧡Helpful tip. if you wanna continue having a conversation with someone, and they talk about something you don’t know about, all you have to say is “interesting, tell me more” . YOU DONT NEED TO PLAY A BINGO GAME WITH A GOOGLE WHEEL OF FORTUNE! If you wanna START a conversation, #1 coming to me for advice was a horrible decision really, and #2 JUST GO WITH WHAT YOU KNOW! If you get a negative response (they mock you for not knowing stuff) DITCH THEY ASS! IT AINT WORTH IT! ❤️I'm just saying you should enjoy things that make you happy without worrying if it's imperfect! YOU CAN BE A JUMBLED MESS OF A BEING! YOU CAN BE SIMPLE AND STREAMLINED! YOU CAN BE THE TRAIN ON A FEW TRACKS CRASHING THROUGH EVERYTHING IN YOUR WAY! DECORATE YOUR ENTIRE LIFE WITH THAT ONE CONFORT INTEREST! HAVE EVERYTHING YOU OWN BE A CONTRADICTING MESS OF EVERYTHING YOUVE LOVED OVER THE YEARS! ITS YOUR LIFE AND YOU GET TO DECIDE WHERE YOU SOURCE YOUR SEROTONIN! PICK WHATEVER BRAND/FLAVOR OF SEROTONIN YOU LIKE! IGNORE STUPID ELITISTS WHO SAY YOU SHOULD PICK THE BRAND WITH LESS HAPPY CHEMICAL VALUE! ONLY CHOSE EXPENSIVE BRANDS (either literal money or metaphorical energy tax) IF YOU LIKE THE FLAVOR AND/OR COMES WITH GOOD INVESTMENT! JUST BECAUSE YOUR TIME HAS TICKED CLOSER TO THE END DAYS DOESNT MEAN YOU CANT KEEP RAKING IN SEROTONIN! PAINT THE WALLS LIKE SHERBERT ICECREAM! GET A PINK LEPORD PRINT COUCH! STARE DOWN THE IGNORANT FOOL JUDGING YOU IN THE TOY ISLE! KNOW THAT THEY HAVE GIVEN UP ON THEIR CHILDHOOD DREAMS AND WILL NEVER HAVE THE LEGO SET YOU FINALY HAVE!
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sirowsky · 3 years
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The Flowers Always Know
Description: When a mad scientist uses you as an experiment while you’re on holiday, the Heroics only just manage to save you. And in your recovery you become very close to the leader of the group. (Slow burn)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Language.
Link to Masterlist
Comment: Another day of side-effects where my head really hasn’t been in the game. But a little fun stuff to pass the time has managed to crop up. 
So sorry for the tease ending... I blame the headaches.
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Chapter 27
  The Chef, Greg, had personally brought you extra leftovers during the five weeks you were living in the cell, training and learning about your abilities. He knew about your abnormal energy-consumption, and had become concerned when you never ordered more than a double portion of food, no matter how exhausted you were.   So, he’d come to give you the leftovers one evening, and you’d explained that it felt like you’d be stealing from others that might need it, if you ordered six or even eight portions.   After that, he’d begun saving all the leftovers every day, and bringing you that for the extra portions you otherwise wouldn’t have ordered.
  “I may have to make Greg my Best Man.”
  “He’d probably decline. He’s nice, but he does have standards.”
  “Ouch…”
  “He doesn’t know you, Cujo.”
  “Okay, seriously, what is up with that?”
  “It’s just an accurate description.”
  “I am not a fucking dog.”
  “Yes, you are. It’s just that, ordinarily, you’re a puppy. You just have that lovable puppy-face, with the eyes and the grin that can melt the coldest of hearts. And then, you bare your teeth and growl, and you look fucking terrifying.”
  “I do?”
  “Um – yes. Unequivocally – yes. It’s amazing.”
  “Wait… you like my Cujo-quality?”
  “I like that you have that side, when you need it. I like that it comes out almost exclusively to protect the things you love. And I have to admit that I like the fact that even the remotest possibility that William actually had tried something, elicited that kind of a response from you.”
  “I was a little shocked at how strongly I reacted to that. Just the thought… I would’ve killed him, if he had. Not because you… belong to me. But because you were weak and unable to stop anyone that might have tried. Thank god William’s even more of a puppy than I am.”
  “Will is more of a Greyhound.”
  “What?”
  “Yeah, you know – sleek, effective, streamlined.”
  “Okay, let’s just drop the whole dog-topic already.”
  “And, just for the record – of course I belong to you. Ass-hat.”
  He practically beamed at you.
  “Ditto. Mama bear.”
  You’d been talking while walking back from lunch, and when you got back to your office, Anita was there. Just standing in the middle of the room, with her signature scowl in full effect.
  “Hi, mom. Wow, you’re actually in the office, it must be serious.”
  “Fifty noise-complaints in the last hour – is serious.”
  You both stopped smiling, and threw a nervous glance at one another, but she just huffed and turned to you.
  “Have you had yourself checked out by medical, yet?”
  “No… why would I…?”
  “Because human beings don’t possess the biological imperative to breed, to the point where their libidos take control of their bodies.”
  You had actually checked both your offices for cameras and microphones a good while back, and found nothing. And there weren’t any fucking flowers in your office!
  “How the hell do you know that? Seriously… How?”
  She just rolled her eyes.
  “Get your ass down to medical. Now.”
  “No.”
  “Excuse me?”
  “Whatever it is, I feel fine now, which means they probably wouldn’t be able to detect anything abnormal, so I’m gonna finish my work for the day, and then I’ll go to medical.”
  You walked over to your desk as you spoke, and as you sat down, you remembered something.
  “And by the way, where you in charge of selecting my substitute while I was gone?”
  “Yes. Petra wasn’t ideal.”
  “You don’t say. If I’m ever gone for an extended period of time again, no one sets foot in my fucking office. Got it?”
  “Did you just try and give me an order, loco?”
  “I’m not trying anything. I’m telling you. No one.”
  She threw you a kinda skewed smile and then turned around to leave. But as she crossed the threshold she stopped and looked back at you with pure steel in her eyes.
  “4pm. If you’re not at medical by then, I’ll drag you there by your ear.”
  “Try it. Please.”
  She left and you sighed and looked at Marcus, who had sat down on the couch again, one arm draped over the backrest while he’d watched you take on Máma.
  “Are you absolutely sure you feel fine? Because I’m all kinds of hot and bothered right now.”
  “50 noise-complaints, Marcus. That’s half the damned building.”
  “And like I said: fuck ‘em.”
  “Please go away so I can think.”
  “Only if you promise to call me the moment you feel any amount of craving. I’m serious.”
  “You think I want to feel like that again? Of course I’ll call, and you’d better pick up. I don’t care if HQ’s on fire.”
  “You have my word, famb.”
  “You know, your list of nicknames is getting a bit ridiculously long.”
  “Oh, I haven’t even started on the real one’s yet.”
  “Real ones?”
  “Prometida, esposa, amada, mi corazón…”
  “Okay, okay, have as many as you like, jeez.”
  “Which one’s your favourite?”
  “You already know.”
  He got up from the sofa and came over to kiss you before he left. His lips lingered long after the kiss ended.
  “Hermosa…”
  He was intoxicating. You put a hand up on his chest and pushed him away gently.
  “Get out of here, gorgeous. Mama’s got work to do.”
  “Oh, that’s mean. You know how I love it when you talk all husky like that.”
  “I’ll call you if I need you.”
  He walked away looking disappointed, but also kind of expectant, like he was looking forward to getting you back later. You smiled and shook your head after the door closed behind him.
  You did get a lot of work done after that, and even if you were still miles behind from catching up to where you’d been 7 weeks ago, it still felt good to have gotten back on track. Especially on what had been possibly the weirdest day of your life. Which was saying something.   Your libido stayed calm and behaved for the rest of the workday, but you did see Anita’s point in getting yourself checked over, and so you were planning on going to the med-bay.   But at 3:30 you were working on your computer, looking up rare metals for an upcoming build, and you sort of stumbled over a site for wedding-rings.   You were just gonna take a quick peak, scrolling through the various options, and getting progressively more worked up as you saw the price-tags.   You were just about to leave the page and go back to work, when an ad in the corner popped up.
  Wedding-dresses.
  Fuck.
  You clicked.
  “If you thought I was kidding about the ear, you were sorely mistaken.”
  You startled at the sound of her voice, and a puff of energy escaped you, sending papers flying everywhere.
  “Thanks a lot, Anita. Why don’t you give me a heart-attack while you’re at it?”
  “Don’t be so dramatic. It’s not my fault you were so engrossed in that screen you didn’t notice me. What were you looking at, anyway?”
  Had half an hour already passed? You just clicked on that ad a second ago… And why was she looking at you like that?
  “Just research.”
  “Mhm. Let’s go.”
  “Alright, just let me get these papers off the floor.”
  As expected, since the event seemed to have passed, the medical exam didn’t reveal anything, and Anita seemed unnecessarily peeved about that.
  “What are you so upset about? What exactly did you think they’d find?”
  “Nothing. Never mind.”
  “Never mind, my ass. You all but dragged me to this exam, and now you’re disappointed. So, spill. What’s the deal?”
  “I just hoped that maybe… you increased enthusiasm was…”
  “Was…?”
  “Alright, most women experience increased sensitivity when they’re pregnant. I just wanted to be sure.”
  You sort of half froze midway through pulling your pants back on, and your hands involuntarily went to your abdomen.
  “Oh… I never even considered…”
  “I’m sorry, niña. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
  “No, I’m not upset. God, I don’t even know what I am.”
  You finished dressing and sat down on a chair, letting your head fall into your hands.
  “Eight months ago, I was just a designer, going on a fucking vacation. Now, I don’t even know what the hell I am anymore, much less what to do. Every time I think I’m starting to get a handle on things, something else happens and I’m lost again.”
  She tapped your leg with her cane, ushering you to look at her.
  “What you are, is my son’s fiancé. My granddaughter’s adoptive mother. You’re smart, highly capable and stubborn, kind and caring, but abrasive when the situation requires it. You’re everything you need to be. And that’s all you ever really need to know about yourself.”
  You drew a deep breath.
  “Do you think he made the right choice? With me?”
  “Yes. Yes, I do.”
  “Thank you.”
  You called Marcus to let him know how the exam had gone, and he was just about to pick up Missy, so since you had your own car you told him you’d race him home.   But you decided to stop by Amanda’s house on the way. You wanted to talk to both of them, but her place was closer.
  When you walked in at home, Missy was in the living room playing a video-game with Noodles, A Capella and Wild Card. It had been a while since she’d had any friends over, and you smiled when you saw how much fun she was having.
  “Hey, Alma! Wanna see me crush these guys for the second time?”
  “Any day of the week, angel, but I gotta talk to your dad right now.”
  “Okay, suit yourself!”
  You laughed and walked into the kitchen to find him opening pizza-boxes and distributing slices onto plates.
  “Hey, sweetheart, sorry, this wasn’t planned, they just spontaneously asked if they could come over as I was picking her up.”
  “Honey, why are you explaining yourself?”
  “I don’t know… it’s just, with the weird day you’ve had and how you seemed a little down after the exam, I thought that maybe you weren’t quite in the mood for a house full of teenagers.”
  “No matter how I feel, Missy’s entitled to enjoy herself with her friends. I would never wanna deprive her of that.”
  “No, I know. I just worry about you.”
  “Yeah, I do too, sometimes. But that’s usually when I remember I have you, and it all feels better.”
  He smiled and asked you to help him carry out the food to the living room, and once you’d done that, you sat down at the dinner table to eat yourselves.
  “So… I may have googled wedding-dresses today.”
  He beamed.
  “Really? Did you manage to narrow down any preferences? Don’t give me any specifics, by the way.”
  “I did, I think. Or, at least, I found a lot of stuff I didn’t like, so I guess that helps. I don’t know, I feel like I need to see them, touch them, to actually get a sense of what I like.”
  He beamed even more.
  “I really like the sound of this. I’m sure Amaire would come with you if you asked.”
  “Yeah, I kind of already asked them to, this weekend.”
  He was fucking radiating joy at that point. He got up and took your hand, leading you to the bedroom and closing the door behind you.   Then he reached into his pocket and fished something out. His smile turned just a hint of insecure, as he held up the ring he’d chosen for you.   It was gold-plated steel, with a single row of small diamonds sunk into the centre of the band all the way around. A sturdy and solid piece that wouldn’t break or lose its shape.   While you admired it, he started trying to explain his choice.
  “I know you’re not much of a jewellery-girl, so I figured we’d skip the whole engagement ring plus wedding-band. You can wear it right away if you want and then just take it off before the ceremony, or you can wait and put it on then, either way is fine with me. That is, if you like it? If you don’t, we’ll take it back and you can pick something else. It just felt right as soon as I saw it. You’re not the frail silver band type of person, and I know you’d only get annoyed with a big rock getting in the way and getting caught in stuff. You work with your hands and so I figured something sturdy but elegant. I have a matching one just without the diamonds. Please say something before I pass out from oxygen-depravation…”
  “I love it.”
  “Really?”
  “Yeah. Really.”
  You both beamed.
  “Can I put it on you?”
  “You better.”
  He slipped it on your finger and it fit perfectly. And for the first time it really sunk in that you were gonna marry this man. The love of your life.   It felt like a really long time until the kids went home and Missy went to bed, with her headphones on.
  “I totally forgot, we need to go bed-shopping, honey.”
  “I don’t know, a mattress on the floor might be preferable until we know the extent of your ‘heat-situation’.”
  “Mm. Good point. Although, breaking in a new bed is always fun.”
  “Hermosa.”
  “What?”
  “Stop talking and get undressed. I’ve been waiting for this all night.”
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caustic-krana · 4 years
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So I made a @pillowfort-social​ account and here’s my mini review of the site for anyone who’s looking for an ‘tumblr-like’ alternative. Right off the bat there’s a lot they’re getting right but it is still new and rough around the edges. Hopefully with time it’ll get up to speed.
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Largely it uses the same system as here. You got a home feed where you see all the posts and you can find content by searching tags or going to blogs.
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Making text posts is pretty much the same as here. Photo posting is too but pillowfort doesn’t do the thing where the images get cropped so that everything comes out aligned together. It doesn’t look to streamlined but on the other hand it doesn’t fuck with your image so for the sake of not doing the same thing as tumblr and twitter I hope it stays like this for now. I haven’t tried making video audio or link posts yet so hopefully those work fine too.
The big gamer changer about the posting interface is you can toggle who and how people get to interact with posts. You can change who gets to see your posts on the scale of everyone, followers, mutuals, or invisible. You can also turn off reblogging and commenting. NSFW is a toggle now instead of a tag. Drafts and queuing posts are noticeably absent but hopefully in development
The bigger issue for me is that unlike tumblr you can’t add commentary visible through reblogs. What really makes tumblr good is the social piggyback options to speak through tags and comments if you want to be more subtle or through reblogs for a more public statement. I hope it’s something that gets added in later otherwise that’s the biggest deal breaker for me. If that does happen I need to stress that comments and reblog additions need to be distinct. No one or the other nonsense.
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Tags mostly the same. It’s most recent by default. A most popular option would be nice but they got it right by doing it this way first. Also I prefer tumblr’s system of cramming more posts on the screen for a more efficient spelunk.
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What Pillowfort has new to offer is something called communities. They seem to function like miniature tags/forums. Maybe they have potential as like a pseudo group chat too.
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It took me a little bit to figure out how to get to my own page. There’s a link of your username in the top right corner but imo it was pretty inconspicuous. A user icon might be helpful or change it to “Account” instead.
No custom themes here. You can change the colors your blog uses like the default tumblr theme. Blog description lets you hyperlink text and you can add images and hyperlink those too. There’s tools to change the size of images in your bio but they don’t seem to work. I really don’t like my tumblr icon being a huge eyesore. No banner option if that’s important to you.
There’s no way to view posts that you’ve liked but what makes up for that is you can filter seeing only original posts vs reblogs which is a godsend.
No sideblogs either which I miss. You gotta up and make a whole new account for that. 
Blog home pages don’t have a search bar so there is no way to search tags or keywords specific to them. If you only use your blog to reblog and post original art the original post filter mostly defeats this problem, but if you’re someone like me who likes to microblog, your art might get lost among text posts, photos and other non art orignal posts. Not to mention people who like to have tags for specific subcategorie like oc’s sand such will have a hard time making that easily accessible. So without the sideblog option, the tagging system needs to be more navigable. Otherwise you have to search the blog until you come across a post with the tag you’re looking for then click on it.
I have noticed that there’s a lack of suggested blogs or posts or any ads at all. As of now Pillowfort is a completely user curated experience. The cost is that it relies on user donations.
Overall I’m pleased and hopeful that it will continue to improve.
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The Christmas that Wasn’t-Ch. 4
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A/N: As always, written with the lovely @mox-made-me-do-it​
Chapter 4: Adam
           As we watched those beautiful women walk away hand in hand smiling and giggling, I looked to my buddy, the wheels turning in my head. I kept my voice down. “Ken, maybe I could sweet talk the desk into putting us close to them. You see if the concierge can set something up for dinner tonight. It will be nice to have friends to hang out with and those two are fun.”
           I looked back over my shoulder at the door where they were waving on the way to their bungalow. I grinned, giving them both the head-to-toe once over.
           “They’re pretty easy on the eyes, too.” Kenny rolled his eyes, even though I could see him watching them walk away just as I had. He’d had eyes for Leigh even on the plane. Even two rows back, we could hear them whispering and ordering their mimosas—one orange juice, the other mango. “OJ is definitely into you, man. And Mango is like a little hellcat. I'm not sure if they scare me or turn me on.”
           It didn’t shame me one bit to admit it, either.
           “Probably a little bit of both,” Kenny replied with a chuckle. “Mango gave me some tips earlier while you and OJ went to get drinks…. those two love each other fiercely.” The girls rounded the corner, and he looked kind of sad.
           As soon as the girls were out of sight, I clapped him on the shoulder. “Kenny, my friend, we have work to do.” I pushed him toward one end of the desk to take care of dinner.
           I stepped up to the desk agent, surprised to find myself nervous. “Hello ma'am, we need to check in. Name is Page. I uh…” I leaned toward the desk clerk and dropped my voice, flashing the most adorable and dashing smile I could muster. “I need your help. The two lovely young ladies that were just here, Ms. Mason and Ms. Keene? They’re in hut fourteen. Is there any way we could be close to them? They’re friends of ours. Please?”
           I bit my bottom lip and felt my brows lift just a little. It was an expression that had charmed enough women in the past. Hopefully it would work on her, too.
           “That shouldn't be a problem at all, Mr. Page.” She flashed a smile in return and began tapping away on the keyboard. After a moment, she glanced back up, brow furrowed. “Okay. Looks like there is one more overwater bungalow across from them. It's also a honeymoon suite. With an extra-large King bed with an unobstructed mountain view, daybed and hammock outside. Will that be ok? It's at the end of a pier as well.”
           “Also a honeymoon suite?” I repeated, fighting the urge to glance toward where the girls had disappeared. What’s the story there, Mango? “That will be fine, I guess. I already planned to sleep on the hammock. Two keys please.”
           She smiled and nodded. “Did you want to add the same dining package as the ladies? It will cover all your food and drink. We highly recommend it as it makes your stay a little more streamlined.”
           “Sure. Just make sure you got plenty of Diet Coke for this one,” I replied, chuckling and jerking my thumb toward Kenny.
           She laughed. Ah, the charm still works, Hangman. “Very good, sir. Luke will take you to your room.”
           The desk agent handed me our keys with a smile. A guy stepped up behind me. His name was on a brass plate on his chest. After a quick word, Luke took our luggage to the bungalow and gave me directions. Then I sidled up next to Kenny.
           “I assume you offer room service and can set up a private dinner for four?" Kenny asked, his voice a strangely quiet. The agent at the concierge desk nodded with a smile. I glanced at his nametag. Marco.
           “Of course, Mr. Omega. We can take care of anything you desire. Would you like dinner close to your bungalows?” The concierge took up a pen and pad, taking detailed notes. Kenny nodded. “May I suggest dinner at eight? Your dining plan will cover all of your food and drink and you will have a beautiful view of the sunset."
           “That sounds perfect.” Kenny looked up, his hand running through his curly hair. “Could you also make a huge tray of cut fruit—mostly mango, pineapple, strawberries and oranges—and send it with a bottle of the best champagne you have to the ladies in bungalow fourteen?”
           The concierge scribbled. “Absolutely. Would you like some melted chocolate dip in the tray as well?”
           My buddy nodded. “Can I borrow a pen and paper to write a note?” I looked over his shoulder as he scrawled a message for them.
OJ & Mango,
We hope the fortune teller didn't warn you against guys bearing fruit. We’ve arranged dinner tonight in the gazebo if you would like to join us at 8. Hope to see you soon.
Curls & the Cowboy
           “Look at you, Omega. There’s a romantic beneath all those muscles.” He thumped me hard in the ribs.
           “Okay, dinner is all set up for you, Mr. Omega. The fruit and champagne will be sent to hut fourteen. They should receive it in about forty-five minutes. Do you have any special requests for food or drinks for the night? Or would menu service be acceptable?"
           “Menu service is fine. You, Marco, are amazing. You’ve just made two people really happy.” Kenny grinned. “Thanks again.”
           “I’m sure the ladies will be more than happy, sir.”
           The concierge stepped away to get everything organized. “Did you get tonight set up?” I asked as he turned around smiling. “Oh, here’s your key. Number thirteen.”
           “Yeah, they’ll deliver the fruit and champagne in about forty-five minutes. And we have dinner reservations tonight at eight in the gazebo closest to the room. They’ll take care of everything.” Kenny looked incredibly proud of himself.
           I threw my arm around his neck. “So, you wanna go listen to the girl's reaction? I bet they’re screamers,” I said with a nudge and a wink. "Hopefully, they don't see us.”
           Kenny’s eyes went unfocused and I smirked. I knew exactly where his thoughts had gone, and I couldn’t blame him. There was something about those girls… Allie reminded me of a wild mare. All spirit and will and wild. Just thinking about her was gave me a rush. She was beautiful.
           And I could only imagine what it might be like to have her alone and in my arms.
           “We’re here,” I said, popping my key into the door. We had a few minutes to take a load off before the fun really began.
           The bungalow really was something. Two bathrooms, a huge living space, a bar, closet (where Luke had deposited our bags), and a deck that had a day bed, stretch hammock, small infinity pool, swimming dock, lounge chairs, and a covered table with a nice look at the nearby mountain. I whistled through my teeth.
           “Jesus, no wonder this thing is so damn expensive. It’s a fucking house.”
           Kenny stood at the end of the giant bed looking out a window that was so big and so clear I almost didn’t think there was glass there. “What’s your plan, Hangman?”
           I was already elbow deep in the minibar. “Cop a squat on the deck outside. The girls are in the bungalow thataway,” I said, sticking out my right arm. “We can listen in from the railing.”
           We ended up in the loungers with our sunglasses on while we waited. Jesus Christ, it was hot as hell. I’d kill to get in the water. But first there were two gorgeous girls who needed wooing.
           I heard the words “room service” from the girls’ bungalow and slapped Kenny hard in the chest. “Here we go.”
           We went to the railing closest to their bungalow and leaned over as far as we dared. Luckily, they had the door onto their deck open. Leigh’s voice floated out on the breeze.
           “Oh, there’s chocolate dip, too! And champagne. Als, come have some.”
           “Give me a mango with some chocolate,” Allie’s voice replied. A second later, there was giggling. “C’mere, you’ve got chocolate down your chin.”
           I elbowed Kenny, waggling my brows. He punched me in the arm and put his finger to his lips.
           Allie continued, her voice getting louder as she got closer to the door. “There’s a note… Oh my God… Leigh, listen to this…” She read the note Kenny had included with our gift. “Curls and the Cowboy. He heard us in the ladies’ room!”
           I saw a flash of red in the doorway as Leigh walked by. “OJ and Mango? They were on the plane with us,” she said, breathless. Her next words were a high-pitched squeal. “They noticed us before we noticed them. Kenny noticed me! I could just die!”
           Allie laughed at her friend. I glanced over at mine and saw him grinning from ear to ear and turning pink.
           “They’ve invited us to dinner… sweet baby Jesus… are we going? Of course, we’re going! We are going, aren’t we?” I could just see it… Allie pacing back and forth, waving the note in the air.
           “Yes,” Leigh replied. “But we gotta pre-game. Remember the Zeta Tau rule for dating? Always eat dinner before you go to dinner. So you don’t look like a cow.”
           “Leelee, they’ve already seen us destroy loaded cheese fries and a cookie skillet. Not to mention a shit ton of mimosas on the plane,” her friend assured her. “We’re going to be ourselves. Now, let’s take this outside and enjoy it in the pool. I didn’t buy a new swimsuit for nothing.”
           Before we could move, they appeared on the deck. Leigh was carrying the tray of fruit, a black robe hanging open over a bright azure two piece and her still-braided hair over her shoulder. The top had a behind the neck strap. The bottoms were high waisted. She looked really good. Kenny made a choking sound, so I assumed he agreed. Allie was a few steps behind, two glasses and the champagne in her hands. She wore the same robe over a two piece of her own. Black with a strappy top that gave a healthy view of cleavage and bottoms like Leigh’s. Her hair was loose around her shoulders. God damn.
           Leigh looked up, catching sight of us staring. She elbowed Allie.
           “We weren’t eavesdropping,” Kenny stammered just as I said, “It was all his idea.”
           I had just enough time to see the girls grinning and blushing before the world went sideways and I landed with a hard splash in the sauna warm ocean.
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