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rowan-underthehouse · 3 years

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Backseat Driving

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Ruby/Sam Winchester

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 3547

Warnings: Descriptions of violence, mild sexual content, language

Additional Tags: mostly comedy with a few more serious moments, relationship reveal

Summary:

Sam and Dean Winchester have done a remarkable job of keeping their relationships with things they should probably be hunting a secret from each other. That is, until now.

Read it on Ao3 here

Sam never thought he’d live to say it, but he should probably be more grateful his brother is alive.

In a grander sense, he’s thrilled. He would have given everything for this in a heartbeat. Hell, he tried to give everything for this. All he wishes is that there was a way around the guilt.

It had become white noise when Dean was in the pit, horrible and endless, but it could be drowned out. He could convince himself that Dean would have wanted this if he could have seen the whole picture. Now it comes in waves. One moment he’s fine, the next he can barely keep his head above the water.

Sam is lacing his boots, trying to be as silent as possible when it hits him tonight. Dean willingly went to an eternity of torture for Sam’s sake, and Sam couldn’t even honour his dying wish. It’s harder to justify with his brother sleeping curled on his stomach a few feet away. Harder to ignore.

It’s ridiculous, shoving pillows under his quilt like some teenager sneaking out the back door with a bottle of Jack, but if he can’t keep his promise, at least he can try to keep Dean from worrying.

He quietly drops the impala’s keys into his pocket, and slips out into the night.

…

It’s hellhounds that wake Dean tonight, tearing at his chest and leaving shredded ribbons of flesh. He can’t move. Can’t fight or even look down. He just lays there, feeling the wet warmth of blood soaking into his clothes, catching glimpses of enormous slobbering heads, gasping for the breath that barely makes its way into his lungs.

He bolts upright, only making it halfway to the knife beneath his pillow before his brain lurches into the dark and empty motel room a few seconds after the rest of his body. He goes for fistfuls of his hair instead, tugging until it hurts and digging the heels of his hands into his eyes. His jaw aches, teeth having been clenched for far too long.

It’s another stupid fucking nightmare. That’s all it is. Dean just needs to fight through the relentless exhaustion still weighing him down and get his feet on the floor. Get some water or just stretch and try to reset his brain for any chance at a few hours of good sleep. But there’s a dog howling in the room next door and his eyes are so sticky with tears they almost burn and he can’t make his legs listen to his brain and kick off the covers.

“Shit.”

He doesn’t notice the telltale flutter of feathers, just the sudden steady pressure of Cas’ hand on his shoulder. Dean startles hard, sucking in a breath as he whips around.

“Cas.” A tiny bit of the tension drains from Dean’s body. “Did I,” he clears his throat, reaching for some dignity. “Did I call for you again?”

Cas smiles softly, setting a hand on Dean’s sternum, easing the crushing of his lungs, brushes knuckles against Dean’s jaw and saps out the tension. Maybe it’s a waste of his grace, but Cas always refuses to hear it.

“In a way. I sensed your longing.”

It sounds fucking pathetic, but Dean can’t bring himself to care. He’s too tired for the usual embarrassment that would come with grabbing fistfuls of Cas’s coat with trembling hands, and tugging him lightly toward the bed. Cas doesn’t need convincing.

Cas runs a hand through Dean’s hair and presses a kiss to the top of his head. He pulls back just long enough to drop his overcoat to the floor and kick off his shoes. Dean barely has time to register the loss of contact before Cas is straightening out the sheets, easing him out of his sweat soaked overshirt and jeans. He climbs under the covers and tangles his legs with Dean’s as easily as if it was breathing. Like they’re meant to hold each other this way. He pulls Dean tight to his chest, kneading his fingers into the tension in Dean’s shoulder blades, and Dean melts into him.

The battle against the bone-deep exhaustion dragging Dean back toward sleep is quickly becoming uphill. He presses his face into the fabric of Cas’ shirt.

“It’s alright, Dean. Rest. I have you.”

And Dean gives up the fight.

…

Maybe it’s hard-wired into demons for the sake of all their contracts, or maybe Ruby really wants to see what will happen next, but Sam doubts her constant punctuality is a courtesy.

She’s waiting on the corner of Oak and 19th when Sam pulls up, exactly where she said she’d be, jacket pulled tight across her chest to fend off the night chill.

Sam opens the door and she slides into the passenger seat.

“I was starting to think you wouldn’t show.”

Sam keeps his eyes on the dash. “Yeah. Well, I’m here now.”

Ruby catches his arm on its way to the ignition, finally managing to meet his eyes, her tone more gentle.

“You can’t listen to him, Sam. You’re stronger than your brother. He wouldn’t understand. He’d ruin everything we’ve worked for. It’s too important. We can’t let him get in the way.”

Sam sighs deeply. “I know.”

“You’re doing the right thing, Sam. This is the only way.”

“I know.”

Ruby relaxes her grip on Sam, easing back into the passenger seat as if nothing had happened.

“I would kill for some French fries. We can go to that restaurant and try to pick up Lilith’s trail. We’ll have to make sure you’re strong enough for tonight…”

She slips out her pocket knife, casually drawing the flat edge across her bicep, like a fidget instead of the open invitation Sam knows it is.

“…help you unwind.”

Sam steps on the gas.

…

Dean doesn’t sleep for more than an hour, waking up with Cas still relaxed beside him, eyes closed. If Dean didn’t know better, he’d think the angel was asleep. One big hand is splayed over Dean’s hip, thumb dipping just below the waistband of his worn boxers.

It’s driving Dean crazy.

It would be so easy to shift Cas’ hand to where he needs it. He’d just have to roll over. Maybe it would seem too desperate, but, fuck, Dean is desperate. It’s been weeks since they’ve had time for this and he’s passed one too many long drives thinking about Cas’ mouth on him.

Instead, he scoots closer, untucking Cas’s shirt to get to warm skin and toned abs. He presses a kiss into Cas’s collar bone, his neck, the underside of his jaw before finally pulling back to see his face. Cas’ eyes are open, pupils blown wide as he watches Dean. The grip on Dean’s hip tightens.

In one fluid movement, Dean repositions to kiss Cas more solidly, just about blacking out for a second when Cas matches his enthusiasm.

“Want you,” Cas gasps out between kisses.

His voice alone is almost enough for Dean. He closes his eyes again, trying to compose himself. “Yeah. Yeah, alright baby. Hold on.”

Cas frowns when Dean pulls back, obviously confused, until Dean props himself up and rolls to straddle Cas’ hips. It’s a process to get his shirt unbuttoned and off, Dean still kissing him like the world is ending much faster than it is, and Cas no more eager to pull away.

Dean finally sits back into Cas’ lap, taking a moment to catch his breath. He trails a hand down Cas’ chest, making him shiver.

“Fuck, sweetheart, look at you.” Dean loves seeing Cas like this, his face so open and happy. And because of Dean. It’s hard to wrap his head around. Dean traces along the smile forming on Cas’ lips, beaming when Cas presses a kiss into the pad of his thumb. He could get used to this.

Dean is leaning down to kiss him again when he loses his balance. He doesn’t fully understand what’s happening until his back hits the mattress, hands gently pinned above his head. It might be the hottest thing Dean has ever experienced. He barely stifles a moan as Cas shifts his weight on top of him.

At that exact moment, Dean remembers his brother, still tucked under his quilt in the adjacent bed.

“We should take this somewhere else.”

Cas nods, a strand of already disheveled hair falling into his face, and then Dean’s back hits the familiar cold leather of the impala’s back seat.

Arms unpinned, he sets to work on Cas’ belt, finally letting out the soft moan that’s been building at the back of his throat.

“Cas? DEAN!?” Dean doesn’t need to look to recognize Sam’s voice coming from the driver’s seat. “What the hell!”

…

Like so many other cars, the impala has a big, slightly scratchy blanket that lives in the back seat. The only difference is that this one has been replaced a good dozen times when there was too much blood to just wash out. The current car blanket is an almost new, grey number, which is, as it turns out, just big enough to wrap Dean in his relative state of undress like a very angry burrito.

He sits in the backseat, scowling at Sam through the rearview mirror. To Sam’s right, Ruby is looking only slightly less unimpressed.

Sam tries to enjoy the last few seconds of silence.

Ten…nine…eight…

“So it’s not bad enough to work with a demon, now you’re sleeping with her too?”

“Dean…”

“Don’t ‘Dean’ me! What the hell do you think you’re doing, man? How long have you been…been fraternizing with the enemy!”

Sam is living proof that no matter how hard you roll your eyes, they won’t get stuck.

“She’s not ‘the enemy’, and you don’t have much of a leg to stand on here, Dean. Do you really think it’s a good idea to get dicked down by an angel?”

Dean opens his mouth like there’s actually an excuse he could use here. No words come out. He pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Never say ‘dicked down’ to me again.”

Sam’s gained a bit of ground, and he refuses to lose it now.

He finally adjusts the mirror to get a good look at Castiel. He sits next to Dean, all shirtless and messy haired, but somehow the same stoic warrior Sam has always known save for the way he stares out the window like if he’s still enough they’ll forget he’s there.

It doesn’t take Dean long to deflect. “How long has this been going on behind my back?”

“You were dead, Dean! There wasn’t exactly a back to go behind.”

Ruby, who had apparently decided to let the brothers sort out their own argument, finally whirls around in her seat.

“He’s a big boy. He can make his own decisions.”

“Ruby-“ Sam wonders if it’s too late to launch himself out of the car.

“Apparently he can’t!” Dean half yells. “I’m dead for four months and the guy goes and hooks up with a demon! What if you knock her up Sam, did you ever think about that?”

Sam doesn’t have time to interject.

“And in my car ! Please tell me none of this happened in my car!”

Sam decides it’s best to say nothing at all.

“No.” Dean puts his head in his hands, ever the dramatic. “No! I’m going to have to deep-clean everything in here! No, you’re going to deep-clean everything.” He jabs an accusatory finger in Sam’s direction.

This was bound to come out eventually. Sam had hoped it would be many, many months down the line, over a beer, after he had defeated Lilith and saved the day. A little more congratulating and a little less half-naked Dean in the back seat. Now the best he can hope for is a chance at damage control. He turns to Ruby, who seems to be trying to glare Cas to death before he can do the same to her. That explains why they’ve been so quiet.

“Look, can you give us a minute, guys? It might be better for Dean and I to talk this out alo-“

Cas is gone before Sam can even finish his sentence. It almost feels too easy.

“Ruby?”

She hesitates, looking from Sam, to Dean, and back again.

“Alright, fine.” Her voice is seething with anger. “If your brother doesn’t trust me after everything I’ve sacrificed for you then I’ll just get out of the way. Enjoy your talk.”

Sam pulls over at the nearest gas station, getting one last icey look from Ruby before she opens the door.

“Lilith has been here.” A deep voice from the backseat makes Sam jump.

Cas has returned to his seat, now fully dressed, his brow pinched together.

“A town called High River 60 miles North.”

…

There have been a lot of awkward drives in the years Dean has spent hunting with his brother, but this might be the worst. He actually feels a flood of relief when the car rolls to a stop in a parking lot dimly lit by flickering lights.

The building in front of them appears to be a diner. It must be called Hal’s or Val’s or something, but after one too many seasons of snow, the sign reads A L’S I ER in washed out glowing red. The musty air reaches Dean a good twenty paces away when Sam cracks the door open and peers inside.

Sam signals behind him, and Ruby is slipping in the door before Dean can make a move.

“Just…wait here a minute. We’ve got it covered.”

“And let you go off with the demon chick and do whatever it is the two of you do when you aren’t defiling my car? I don’t think so.”

Dean starts after him, Cas stopping him by the arm. Dean doesn’t pull away. His heart does a tiny little flutter right out of a dimestore novel. It's embarrassing.

He gives Cas a once over, taking in the usual outfit, and then his own faded t-shirt and boxers. “Come on, man. You couldn’t have thought to grab me a pair of jeans?”

Cas’ face goes faintly red in the flickering light. He seriously considers something for a moment.

“I could go now, but it might be best for me to remain here.” He shoots a glance after Sam and Ruby.

“Forget it.” Dean grumbles.

Cas tilts his head to meet Dean’s eyes where he’s turned away. The grip on his arm goes from restraining to affectionate.

“You’re not angry with me. You’re embarrassed. And you’re scared that now this is out in the open something bad will happen.”

Dean scoffs “It’s not out in the-“

Cas moves a hand up to cup his face smiling gently. Reassuring.

Dean says nothing. Just covers Cas’ hand with his own and leans into it, closing his eyes.

…

When Sam peaks back out the diner door, Dean is waiting for him with his arms, and Castiel’s coat crossed across his chest like a disapproving sit-com mother.

“It’s all clear. Just one demon in there. We’ve got him tied up.”

“Wow, gee, great, Sammy. Did you gift wrap him for me too?” Dean calls back, voice dripping with sarcasm.

There goes the damage control. Sam sighs. At least the lying is over, even if it does come with the uniquely uncomfortable knowledge of why Dean’s grocery runs have been taking so long. Well… some of the lying is over. And he’s not lying to Dean about his powers exactly. Just strategically omitting details.

He pushes the door all the way open and leaves Dean to come in when he’s done sulking.

Maybe Dean is going to spend the rest of the night in You-did-something-I-don’t-like-so-now-I’m-going-to-be-as-miserable-as-possible mode, but Sam has to give him credit, he knows how to get a job done. When Dean marches up to the half-rotten chair the demon is tied to, it’s pretty intimidating.

The demon smirks up at Dean, not even struggling against the ropes bound over his grease-stained apron. He must have been the cook.

“Nice coat. Do you always dress like this for a hunt?”

Dean ignores him.

“What’s your name?”

Sam has stayed back behind his brother, half-bathed in shadow, and fixed his glare on the demon. If he’s heard anything from the others he’ll know it’s time to start talking.

“Does it matter?”

Shit. This isn’t going to be as easy as Sam had hoped. Apparently his reputation only precedes him so far.

Dean sets a hand on the back of the demon’s chair and leans in. “Alright. Let’s just cut the small talk then. Why was Lilith here?”

“Looks like you made it out of the pit, that’s a real shame, Winchester.” It’s subtle, but Sam sees Dean tense. Cas takes half a step forward. “Heard you were a real prodigy. Think you can get me to talk?”

Dean leans closer, pulling Ruby’s knife from the pocket of his…well…Cas’ coat. With a start, Sam realizes he had almost forgotten about the thing.

“Actually, I think I can.” He sneers.

At some point, Sam knows he’ll have to step in. He’ll have to bite the bullet and show Dean what he’s capable of. Pray he understands that it’s the only option. But Sam’s prayers have sat unanswered in some heavenly mail box long enough to collect their weight in dust. No. He’s going to make Dean understand.

He ignores Ruby’s warning look, closes his eyes and focuses on his breath, tugs on the dark thing deep inside him until he can feel it all the way to his fingertips, buzzing with power. He raises his hand. The squeezing starts to build inside his skull, like he’s standing on the roof of a plane with an unholy sinus infection. The demon’s voice barely cuts through it.

“Exorcise me if you want but Sebastian here has taken quite a beating. I leave, he dies.”

Sam lets his arm drop to his side, shrugging off the confused look Dean gives him. They’re going to have to do this the old-fashioned way.

“What was Lilith doing here?” Ruby pipes up.

The demon possessing Sebastian chuckles. “That’s above my pay grade, sweetheart. I thought you’d know that.”

It’s Dean’s turn again. “You can lie all you want, but we’re going to find out about it one way or another. Let’s do this the easy way. Give her up now. Working with a demon like that is only going to cause you problems.”

Not-Sebastian looks confused.

Sam rolls his eyes. “Well if he’s lying for her, maybe there’s a good reason, Dean! He knows how you’d react if he told the truth! He’s not some kid you need to protect anymore!”

Dean spins around. “Oh, so this is my fault?”

“You’re doing the exact same thing! You only think you’re better because he’s an angel and you can’t accept that this isn’t as black and white as it seems!”

Not-Sebastian looks incredulously between them. “Am I interrupting something?”

It’s remarkable how fast Dean wipes the embarrassed look off his face and turns back around. “What did Lilith tell you?”

“Nothing. Just doing her annual press tour.”

Castiel chooses that moment to step in. “He’s telling the truth. He does know anything.” Before he can speak, Cas slaps a hand onto Not-Sebastian’s head, not flinching when a blinding light pours out of his eyes. The demon slumps in his chair. “It could be a trap. We aren’t prepared for Lilith to bring the fight to us. We need to leave.”

And just like that it’s over. Sam doesn’t bother trying to talk to Dean again. He avoids Ruby’s glare from the back of the room, glancing between the scorched eyes of Not-Sebastian and Castiel. She brushes past him on her way out the door and down the street. There will definitely be complaints later. For now, she leaves the impala behind her, not wanting to follow Not-Sebastian.

He can barely make out Dean’s voice from inside the diner.

“Think the health inspector must have missed this place. Maybe they barbecued him up Whistlestop Café style.” A long stretch of silence. “It was a joke, man.”

Sam finally breaks the silence halfway through the drive. Why Dean let him drive again is beyond Sam, but it’s good to have his hands on the wheel and his mind on the road. Even with the welcome distraction, he can only last so long. “Can we just talk about this in the morning?”

Dean sighs. He looks exhausted, the bags under his eyes easier to see when he’s not dedicating every moment to hiding them. “Fine. But we’re talking about it.”

“Deal.”

The quiet is softer after that, underscored by faint music from the radio. It doesn’t take Dean long to slump into Cas’ shoulder, asleep faster than Sam has ever seen, maybe because of the protective arm Cas has tucked around his waist. Dean seems gentler like this. Almost happy. It brings a smile to Sam’s face.

Sure things are messy, but they’re the Winchester’s. He expects nothing less. And maybe if things work out for Dean, if he can actually be happy like this, it will be okay for Sam too.

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safflowerseason · 4 years

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i just want you for my own

To my faithful and wonderful Bring Me to Light readers, Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays ❤️🎄My gift to you is some shameless fever-dream holiday BMTL fluff.

Premise: Dan teaches Cassidy to ice skate. Amy watches. Set three months before the events of Bring Me to Light.

December 19th, 2024

Amy’s ass is frozen.

She’s wearing approximately forty layers of clothing—long underwear underneath her jeans, one of Dan’s expensive wool sweaters over whatever top she had pulled on that morning, a down jacket, a thick scarf and gloves, two pairs of socks, and somehow it still feels like her body and the bench beneath her have fused into a single ice block.

It’s fucking cold in December in upstate New York.

“Whose idea was this fucking tour, anyway?” She had grumbled to Liz that morning, as they made their way to a visit with some rangers at Adirondack State Park.

Liz had laughed, looking offensively cheerful. “I believe that would be yours. And no, I don’t accept your resignation.”

Amy chose to ignore the fact that her boss was right. (It was too cold to be reasonable). The Senate was out of session, Liz wanted to do something constructive before Christmas, and so Amy had proposed a miniature five-day tour of northern New York. Winter tourism was a huge part of the local economy up there; they could visit some state parks, talk about the new tourism initiative Liz wanted to start, and court some big-timber titans. Liz could bring her family along, there would be plentiful opportunities for holiday photo-ops with the locals, and and they could all try to forget that in January, Jonah fucking Ryan would be inaugurated as the next president.

With D.C. a fucking bleak place to be right now, Dan had elected to come along as well. His parents were in Florida, so there was no risk of running into them. And the trip gave him an excuse to buy a few dozen high-end winter sweaters that made him look like a rugged outdoorsman, even though they were only going to be gone for five days, and even though Dan never liked to go anywhere he couldn’t schedule an emergency spa appointment within twenty-four hours.

If she thinks about it, it’s really Dan’s fault Amy’s stuck here, sitting on this frozen bench for what feels like hours and hours, but according to the time on her phone, has actually only been forty-five minutes.

The ice-skating was his idea, after all.

“Mommy! Mommy, look at me! Look at me!”

Well, it was Cassidy’s idea first. But Amy blames Dan for going along with it.

“I’m looking!” Amy forces her numb lips into a smile and removes one gloved hand from where it’s shoved deep into her pocket in order to wave at her daughter, who is tentatively making her way around the picturesque ice rink. “Oh sh—Cassie, watch out!”

Distracted with trying to catch her mother’s attention, Cassie trips over an invisible dip and goes tumbling into the ice, sliding into the side of the rink. Quick as a flash, before Amy can blink or yell or move, Dan swoops out of nowhere in a shower of ice flakes and plucks Cassidy up off the ice, so fast that her shriek of dismay turns into a shriek of delight.

Amy gets her breath back. The way Dan moves over the ice, the way he neatly balances Cassidy against his side, so lightly and yet so sure, thaws her slightly.

As befitted many upper-middle class kids from upstate New York, Dan was familiar with a variety of ice sports…but then he went through puberty and decided, at the age of fourteen, that he couldn’t risk anything happening to his precious face (which, as a forty-three year old adult man, he still referred to unironically as the moneymaker), so he dropped ice hockey in favor of golf. (It isn’t even a real fucking sport, if you ask Amy).

But he could still skate.

They had been walking back to the hotel, after the last event of the week. Cassidy, learning how to pick her battles based on the rhythms of her parents’ work schedule, chose that moment to start exclaiming over the ice rink, which was still decently populated with skaters even in the late afternoon.

Amy was more than ready to shut her down, go back to the hotel and thaw herself in front of the fire in the hotel lobby until dinner, but…Dan got that eager gleam in his eye whenever a valuable social media opportunity presented itself, and decided that sure, there was time for a quick skating lesson. So here Amy was, freezing her extremities off in the dying sunlight, curling and uncurling her toes inside her too-tight skates, and trying to look appropriately interested whenever Cassidy called her name. And she can’t check her email or do anything real on her phone—besides take a few pictures, even though Dan’s already snapped enough for a week’s worth of Instagram Stories—because that would require taking off her gloves.

(Dan insisted on renting her a pair of skates as well, even though she point-blank refused to get on the ice. She had gone a few times as a kid and a teenager, and…well, those experiences had basically cured her of any interest in the sport. Dan had rolled his eyes and snarked, “Suit yourself, have fun freezing your ass off.”)

Dan has set Cassie back down on the ice, but unnerved by her fall, she’s clinging tightly to his hand and looks stubbornly unwilling to let go of it at any time soon. Amy catches a rueful, indulgent smile on Dan’s face as he maneuvers in front of her to make sure she’s got her balance. He bends over to talk to her and Cassie tips her head to his, seeking reassurance. Her hair is starting to come loose from the braids Amy had hastily done up this morning, in the car on the way to the park rangers’ headquarters, and Dan tucks the stray strands behind her ear and rearranges her hat before straightening up. Amy can’t hear what he’s saying—something cheesily inspirational and transparently bullshit, no doubt—but whatever it is, Cassie furrows her brow in increased determination (or suspicion, Amy can’t tell which.)

Dan starts skating backwards, still holding Cassie’s hand, pulling her along. When she seems slightly more at ease, he lets go. Cassie doesn’t stumble or lunge for his hand, just keeps her eyes fixed on her dad, giant and trusting, and Dan grins and nods approvingly. He circles around Cassie a few times, which makes her glare at him and pick her up her own speed, and eventually Dan falls back a few paces and lets her skate ahead of him, her strokes over the ice becoming more confident again. Amy watches, forgetting for a moment how cold she is as the familiar (and fragile) little glow spreads through her. Even though there are much bigger and much faster skaters on the ice, Cassidy is fearless again, shaking off Dan when she thinks he gets too close.

(Amy is suddenly seized by how big Cassie has gotten in the last year, how fast she’s grown, and yet she is still so, so small, so small and so breakable. And every day Amy lets her out into the world, a world which is shitty and unfair and broken, and she wants Cassie to be able to face it head on, unflinching…but she never, never forgets what that means. Dan doesn’t get this, doesn’t want to understand it or think about it, but Amy never forgets.)

“Ames…Earth to Amy…”

Amy blinks, and everything comes back into focus. Dan has skated over to her side of the rink, and he’s now standing just a few feet away, waving a hand at her exasperatedly.

“Hi.” he says when she meets his gaze, grinning in what he obviously thinks is a winning manner.

“What?” she asks him, suspiciously.

He holds out a hand to her. “Come here.”

“Dan…”

“It’s fun. You look miserable sitting there, and it’s making me look bad.”

“No.” she repeats. “I’ll look ridiculous.”

“Yeah, but next to me, it’ll just come off as cute. I’ll hold your hand and everything, so you won’t risk physical injury.”

When she doesn’t move, he rolls his eyes and tries again.

“Ames, come on,” he repeats, cajolingly. “You’ll warm up, if nothing else.”

Ultimately, that’s what prompts Amy to uncurl her fingers from around the edge of the bench. At least Dan is always ten degrees warmer than she is. Tentatively, she stands and wobbles her way to the edge of the ice. Dan looks angelically patient, which means he’s just holding back some quip about how awkward she must look. She grasps the railing with one hand and reaches for Dan with the other. His gloved hand is firm and warm around hers, and he smiles encouragingly.

“There you go.” he says, as she steps onto the ice. It’s been years since she’s done this, and it takes a second to figure out how to bend her knees the right way and propel herself (in minute increments) across the slippery surface. After a few moments, Dan winces dramatically.

“Okay, relax, Amy, you haven’t squeezed my hand this hard since you were contracting in the back of that Secret Service limo, and there’s no fucking way this is harder than that.”

“And what the fuck would you know about it?” Amy mutters, finally secure enough to raise her eyes from her toes. “Where is Cassie, anyway?”

“She’s fine, she’s over there.” Dan replies, gesturing carelessly. Easily visible in her bright red scarf and matching hat, Cassie is studiously skating ahead of them. “She’s having a lot more fun than you are. Maybe…we should do this again. We can go to the sculpture garden rink by the National Gallery.”

Amy makes a face. “Haven’t you gotten enough holiday-themed content today to satisfy the salivating horde of delusional “Eager-for-Egan” fans who stalk you across the city?”

“Those crazies? Please, they can’t get enough of me in flannel.”

Amy laughs in spite of herself, but it quickly dissolves into a shiver. “Jesus fuck, Dan, no wonder you moved south.”

“It gets cold in D.C. too, Ames.”

“Not like this. I could see my breath indoors this morning.”

Without warning, Dan slides backward over the ice in a dramatic arc, pulling her after him and leaving the railing far behind. Amy squeaks in rage and practically slams herself into his chest, clutching at the open collar of his down jacket in order to regain her balance.

“Dan!” she hisses when she can speak, her heart pounding in her throat. “What the fuck is your problem?!”

Dan just laughs, close enough now that the sound vibrates through her. “I’m just trying to warm you up with a little adrenaline rush.”

“It didn’t work, you sociopathic asshat. I’m still freezing and my fucking lungs have stopped.”

In response, he just slides his hands underneath her coat to grip her waist more firmly, pulling her in so she’s practically flush against him. “Damn, guess I’ll have to try something else.”

“You’re such a dumbass.” Amy says, but doesn’t move away, because moving away means falling over, and also because he’s so warm and broad and solid, like this, and she can’t resist the urge to lean into him fully. “You could have just told me you wanted to feel me up on ice skates.”

Dan’s smile gets even more shameless. “But my way is more fun.”

Winter looks very good on him. His freckles stand out more in the cold, his cheeks are flushed, and the icy breeze has mussed up his hair, but she has no intention of telling him so (she secretly likes it when it’s less perfect…it reminds of her of Dan on early weekend mornings, when he wanders around their kitchen, making coffee in an old Rangers sweatshirt with his hair sticking up at the back, the version of Dan only she gets to see).

Even after…even after all this time, even a year and a few months of being married, for fuck’s sake, the heat of his gaze still makes her blush, so she looks away from him, out over the rink to the landscape beyond. They’re staying in some picturesque little town adjacent to where they hosted the Winter Olympics, and beyond the landmark hotel and the main street, there’s not much else…just the frozen lake and hills dotted with trees spreading out around them, covered in pristine, undisturbed snow, tinted gold from the sun that’s just started to set. Underneath the clamor and swoosh of the ice skaters, Amy can hear the wind gushing around the giant trees. There’s a stereo system somewhere weakly pumping out Christmas carols, and the whole scene is just too much of a fucking postcard to be real.

“It’s so pretty here, it’s…gross.” she grumbles, more to herself than to Dan, but he laughs anyway, running a hand up and down her back.

“Think you’ve warmed up enough to catch up to Cassie?”

“If you’re nice.” she replies, warningly, but lets him step back and take her hand. They fall in line with the other skaters, and Amy lets Dan lead her over the ice, satisfied that he’s not fucking with her anymore. This way, she doesn’t have to worry about losing her balance or tripping over her own feet. Ahead of them, Cassie appears completely absorbed in her skates…Amy wouldn’t be surprised if she’s temporarily forgotten that her parents exist.

“How do you think the week went?” Dan asks, after a while.

Amy shrugs. “Fine. I’d have liked a bigger crowd on Tuesday, but overall it went well. She can fucking code-switch like nobody’s business…talk about folksy.”

“She got better press than Jonah all week.” Dan muses. “That ass clown is at least going to lower the bar for public appearances. The regular party donors are going to be fucking desperate for someone who can stand up and speak in coherent sentences at the same time.”

“Sure, if the Tanzes don’t keep buying them off.”

He shrugs that off. “Whatever, the novelty of that will fucking wear off…we can think of a way to make it backfire.”

“Yes, because people frequently get tired of money.” Amy retorts, but not too meanly…she knows he’s just trying to buck her up. Dan opens his mouth to respond, but then they’re both distracted by Cassidy, who has slowed her pace significantly and has started to wobble as a result.

“Steady there, kid.” Dan calls, and drops Amy’s hand so he can swish over and prevent her from falling again.

“Mommy!” Cassie exclaims, ignoring her father. “You came skating too!”

“Uh huh…” Amy replies, through a clenched smile, and heroically manages to skate over to the two of them without toppling to the ground. Up close, Cassie looks simultaneously exhilarated and exhausted, the cold highlighting her china-doll looks, sooty eyelashes drooping over robin’s egg eyes. Her cheeks are pink like Dan’s, and her nose is running slightly from the cold. Amy fishes in her pocket for a tissue. “What do you think of ice-skating, huh?”

Cassie blows out her breath, leaning dramatically against Dan. “It is hard.”

Dan reaches out and reties her scarf, which is almost trailing on the ground. “What?! But you make it look so easy.”

“Daddy…” she whines, clearly over it, and there’s a high-pitched, fractious note in her voice that Amy recognizes as a warning sign. “Can I see the phone?”

She wants to see the pictures he took, they both know, and Dan just grins while Amy refrains from rolling her eyes.

“You can look at them during dinner.” she answers, before Dan can give in. “It’s too cold just to stand here looking at a phone.”

“Then I want to go.” her daughter pouts in response.

“Sure,” Dan agrees, affably. Too affably. “Lead the way, kid.”

Cassidy sighs, like she’s responsible for everything, and with a little push from Dan, starts skating off in the direction of the hotel. Without further ado, Dan grabs Amy’s hand and follows.

She looks at him suspiciously. “You gave in with minimal teasing…what’s up? It’s not like our room is that nice.” The hotel is an old Olympic resort, but they’re staying in the most modest room since they’re technically working.

Dan shrugs, not looking at her. “The sun’s going down, and I’m hungry, and there’s only so many times I can watch Cassidy make a circle around the ice before it gets boring…”

“And…” Amy prompts him, not believing any of those excuses for a second.

“And…after dinner, I think a little soak in the hot-tub is required, so we don’t wake up with sore muscles tomorrow, so I want to make sure there’s plenty of time for that.”

“What the fuck are you talking about? I’m not setting foot in whatever suspicious public facility—”

“Well, for your information, Ames, I upgraded us this morning.” Dan interrupts, looking immensely pleased with himself. “We’re off the clock, so there’s no need to pretend to be fiscally responsible or whatever the fuck for Liz’s voters, and we’re not leaving until tomorrow…I figured one night in the Olympic Suite would be suitably festive.” She must look completely dumbfounded, because he adds, “There’s a private balcony, complete with a Jacuzzi and complimentary champagne and a pretty nice view of the lake.”

Amy opens her mouth and then closes it again, staring at Dan in disbelief. She had been expecting to get back to the hotel, crank up the shitty heater in the drafty room they were sharing with Cassidy, bury herself in every available blanket, and shiver until their flight tomorrow morning. Now…she gets to actually relax, to really shake off the long week with Dan, with heat and champagne and privacy…(and of course they’ll talk about work, but afterwards…)

“…You’re welcome.” Dan says into the silence, smirking all over his stupid face, clearly delighted to have surprised her.

“…what about Cassie?” Amy manages to ask. The evening that she’s suddenly and vividly picturing does not involve a needy and inquisitive five-year-old.

Dan rolls his eyes. “Why else do you think I’ve been tiring her out for the past hour? She’ll sleep like a fucking rock tonight, and we’ll be free to…entertain ourselves.”

Amy raises an eyebrow, trying hard to conceal just how pleased she is. “Dan, I just…this is such an unprecedented degree of strategic thinking from you…it’s truly a Christmas miracle.”

“Fuck off.” Dan retorts, but he wraps an arm around her shoulders as he says it, pulling her into him. Amy shifts so her cheek rests more firmly against his shoulder. He smells like his cologne and the outdoors, fir trees and crisp snow and damp wool, and she can feel him smiling against her hair, and right now, Amy feels as light as a snowflake. In the distance, Cassidy’s red scarf flutters like a cardinal’s wing, as she turns back to look for her parents.

“And don’t worry if you haven’t gotten me anything yet, I can think of a number of appropriate thank-you presents.”

She laughs. “Warm me up first, jackass.”

#veep fic #bring me to light #dan egan #amy brookheimer #cassidy brookheimer egan #veep christmas

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hallsp · 5 years

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Ramadan Diary

Ramadan is a month of fasting, prayer, and self-reflection for the world’s two billion Muslims. The observance of Ramadan is one of the five pillars of Islam, a central tenet of the faith. The holy month itself commemorates the start of the recitation of the Qur’an to Mohammad, culminating in Laylat al-Qadr, the Night of Destiny, which celebrates the very first revelation.

The date for Ramadan varies from year to year, as the Islamic calendar is based on the movements of the moon, not the sun. This year, it began on the night of Sunday, May 5th, when the religious authorities glimpsed the thin crescent of a new moon.

I decided, after some encouragement from my students, to fast for all of Ramadan as a kind of personal challenge. This is a diary of my progress.

Monday, 6th May

Today was long, and hungry. I didn’t eat a morsel, nor drink a drop, all the livelong day. It wasn’t easy. I thought about food quite a lot. Bron, my roommate, is also fasting so we can do iftar together. An app tells me that the evening call to prayer, called maghrib, is at 19.27, but it began a small bit later — an agonizing two minutes — at about 19.29. Maryam, my other roommate, and raised Muslim, told me we have to wait until the prayer is finished, bless the food bismillah, and then eat. I broke the fast with some water and some dates, as is the custom, then devoured a chicken curry.

Tuesday, 7th May

Small bit easier today. Didn’t think of food so often. I was noticeably more tired though. I slept for an hour when I came home. Some strange reactions from some of the teachers to my fasting, but a lot of encouragement from fellow-fasters. Advice from other fasters includes waking at 3 or 4 AM for suhur, the pre-dawn meal, and easing into the iftar in the evenings with soup and salad. I decided against suhur, for reasons of laziness, so my fast is actually more extreme, having one meal, as opposed to two meals, per day. Broke the fast with some dates, a lot more water, and the last part of my chicken curry.

Wednesday, 8th May

Getting into the swing of things now, the hunger isn’t so obvious throughout the day, but much less energy. I’m in a very good mood, though. I’ve decided to make a fattoush salad, with the help of my Syrian friend Majd, who’s Christian and thinks I’m crazy for fasting. He also helped make lentil soup, another staple dish, with Bron, my roommate. So, this was a proper iftar: dates, soup, salad, and bread.

Thursday, 9th

Talked with the Biology teacher, who’s also fasting. He tells me that people ought to re-orient their mind towards other people during Ramadan, and that it’s not about feasting once the sun goes down. Look out, not in, essentially. More advice received: do not eat an even number of dates. Mohammad used to eat three. Broke the fast with (three) dates, and water. I made my own fattoush, which worked out very well. We also had leftover soup from yesterday, and I bought chicken tawouq, which I ate with bread.

Friday, 10th May

Today is International Day at school. The worst event for people fasting. There was food from every country on the planet. I had to borrow a tupperware container to bring the food home. Worse, today is Friday. The weekend is here. I have to go on a trip to Batroun for a bachelorette party with my friends leaving Beirut at about 5pm. Drink will certainly be taken. I can’t avoid it. Anyway, I’m not doing the fast for religious reasons, so once the sun goes down, I can eat, drink, and be merry. The hangover will be tough without a lot of water to compensate, though. We arrived in Batroun at 19:30 so I hopped out of the van, chugged some water, had a few dates, then started into the champagne. I managed to squeeze in a chicken burger in between the drinks.

Saturday, 11th May

The hangover wasn’t so bad, actually. In spite of this, I broke the fast for the first time — to drink a small bottle of water. As sins go, not so heinous. I was just so thirsty day after the night before. Religiously, you can break the fast if you’re pregnant, or menstruating, or sick. Maybe a hangover is a type of sickness? Anyway, spent the day on the beach, mostly under cover, and rested. Broke the fast back in Beirut with dates, some tuna fish, and pasta.

Sunday, 12th May

Apparently there’s an exemption on fasting if you’re traveling. I could’ve done with this on the road to Batroun! It also excuses my breach the day of my return to Beirut, I reckon. Broke the fast with dates, water, tawouq, bread, and pasta.

Monday, 13th May

People are always giving you advice when they hear that you’re fasting. Some of it contradictory. Bron was told not to drink so much water before eating at iftar. We decided to try it. Broke the fast with dates, no water, and chicken curry. Then copious amounts of water after. No obvious difference.

Tuesday, 14th May

Bron makes a strong point. Those who alter their body clocks by sleeping during the day and eating all night are cheating in a way. They’re just moving their day around, and sleeping through the hunger. It’s not a proper fast if you can’t feel the hunger. Broke the fast with chicken curry, round two, and lots of water.

Wednesday, 15th May

I feel hungrier today, not sure why. More advice with recommendations for iftar. The mindfulness coach thinks I ought to break the fast with some warm water, not cold, perhaps herbal tea, as this prepares the stomach better for eating, to be followed by three dates. He’s also of the opinion that people should be humble during Ramadan, no talking about their fast, no feasts at iftar, certainly no Instagram pictures. Broke the fast with a chicken burger from Smoked Bun, post-dates. Ridiculously nice.

Thursday, 16th May

I have a day off school today, for the funeral of Patriarch Sfeir, a Lebanese Maronite Cardinal. It was more difficult being home, actually. At work, even though I’m much more active and using more energy, at least I’m kept busy. Today, I caught myself watching cooking videos on YouTube. Broke the fast with (three) dates, and beef fajitas, but made with Lebanese bread.

Friday, 17th May

Broke the fast with a gorgeous mujaddara, a spicy mix of lentils, rice, and onions, made by a chef friend of Bron’s. Eaten with some of his delicious homemade bread, and some 961 Red Ale. Today is my good friend Enzo’s last night in Lebanon so drink will have to be taken again. What choice do I have?

Saturday, 18th May

Asma, Maryam’s friend from the UK whose working with a medical NGO in the Beqaa Valley, came for iftar. She’s a practising Muslim, so we had to lend her a Qur’an and find the Qibla, the direction of prayer. It was nice to get some more insight into the traditions. Apparently we can eat as soon as the call to prayer begins. We ate three dates, some ripe peach, and drank water, followed by mint tea. Dinner included pasta, fattoush, and more mujaddara. We also had ayran, a traditional kind of sour yoghurt drink. After dinner, we drank some Turkish coffee, then some Indian desi chai, made with ginger and milk. Finally, we had some traditional sweets, heloweyat. A proper iftar!

Sunday, 19th May

No hunger pangs at all today. I think my body has fully acclimatised to fasting. A small group of us went to see some childrens’ theatre in Tripoli, directed by a friend of ours and starring some kids from a Syrian refugee camp. It was really entertaining. The boys put on a production about a couple of swindlers selling dodgy seeds. The girls had a modern take on Cinderella. I could understand most of it, so I’m happy. We rushed back to Beirut for iftar. I decided to order a Ramadan Combo from Malik al-Tawouq: lentil soup, salad, and chicken tawouq platter, and a date cookie called ma’moul. Plus, a Miranda tamarind soft drink. The guy who delivered it was fasting and so forgot to take any money! We also ate some traditional Ramadan cheese sweets, heloweyat al-jibn, made with clotted cream called ashta, which we bought in Tripoli. They were spectacular. There’s a beautiful full moon tonight, which means: we’re half way through Ramadan! Ramadan Kareem!

Monday, 20th May

I genuinely don’t feel hungry during the day any more. Intellectually, I know I need to eat, but there are no hunger pangs. It’s not an obvious hunger. My sense of smell is more active, that’s about it. I decided to make chicken biryani today, which worked out really well. No big communal iftar today, as the final episode of Game of Thrones is available. Some things are more important.

Tuesday, 21st May

Bron invited two work friends over, a Syrian Muslim and a Jordanian Christian, and we also invited Dennis from downstairs. Bron made another batch of lentil soup, which was nicer even than the last one. She made fattoush as well. I contributed the remaining biryani. We had a huge variety of ice-creams with cones for dessert.

Wednesday, 22nd May

I didn’t eat so much today. I think my stomach is getting smaller. Broke the fast with three dates, some of the leftover lentil soup, a Mexican bean and tuna fish mix, and some fried haloumi. Fried haloumi is my new favourite food. Also, had a little pot of yoghurt.

Thursday, 23rd May

The routine now is to break the fast with three dates, and follow this with warm tea, usually mint tea. This really helps the transition to eating. Today, I had a big plate of pasta, some fried haloumi, and a yoghurt.

Friday, 24th May

It’s 38° today. It’s so hot that the cold tap runs warm. It’s at times like these that you appreciate the true value of something as simple as a glass of water. Tonight we’re hosting iftar on our balcony. Maryam made a Palestinian vegetarian maqluba, meaning upside-down, which is made with layers of fried vegetables, potatoes, and rice, which is then flipped before serving, and topped with fried cashew nuts. It was delicious. I made fattoush for seven people, complete with fried pita bread, and it was my best one yet. I was relieved, as I was serving Arabic food to Arabs. My friend Shadi brought his fiancé all the way from Damascus. We eventually made our way to Mezyan in Hamra, where I was rewarded with a free drink for boldly asking for one. It’s Ramadan, after all, the season of good will.

Saturday, 25th May

Myself and my house mates, Maryam and Bron, went to the Beqaa Valley to meet with Asma, who had invited us to iftar with her boss, Doctor Fares, and his extended family. It was such an amazing evening. Typically Syrian. First, we sat around half-talking, half-watching Arab dramas, like Al-Hayba and Khamsa Wa Nos, while the family cooked. People were coming and going all the time. We then went for a short walk with the good doctor’s kids, who were adorable. His eldest daughter, Lamar, had very good English. Then we moved to the garden where we played cards, a version of Trumps. I managed to cheat a bit with help of the kids. Finally, as the sun went down, we ate in a big group in the garden, sitting on cushions around a selection of dishes. There was soup and salad, alongside three different meat dishes: chicken, lamb, and fish. The flavours were superb. The family were a lively bunch. At one point, Doctor Fares insisted on feeding us from his hand. I also discovered that they knew one of my colleagues in Eastwood. Lebanon is a very small place! We sang happy birthday to one his kids and topped it all off with cake. It was the best iftar experience so far.

Sunday, 26th May

Went to Souq al-Ahad, the Sunday market, with Bron. Such a crazy place. We bought some spices, some olives and maqdus (baby aubergine stuffed with chilies, and then pickled) from Aleppo, and salvaged an old backgammon board. It’s a great place to wander for a couple of hours. At one stage I was offered a taste of something, and when I said I was fasting he immediately said (in Arabic): “Me too, I’m Muslim. Are you Muslim? Are you Sunni or Shi’a?” I had to disappoint him by saying neither. It was at this point that he said, with utmost confidence: “It’s only a matter of time.” We broke the fast with a vegetable curry, alongside some maqdus and some Lebanese bread.

Monday, 27th May

I was a small bit busy with work tonight so I had three dates followed by a simple pasta with pesto rosso, onions, and tomato. Naturally, had some mint tea and gallons of water.

Tuesday, 28th May

Today, I had the least amount of food yet. I just had a simple pasta with spicy tomato sauce and cheddar cheese. I couldn’t even finish it. I think my stomach has shrunk over the course of Ramadan. I’m definitely losing weight.

Wednesday, 29th May

Today was a tough day. I was in a bad mood for some reason. I think it’s to do with not having enough energy. Usually, during the whole of Ramadan, my mood has been positive. I think I need to eat enough to maintain my energy levels. Tonight I made chicken vindaloo with egg noodles.

Thursday, 30th May

I had more energy today, back to my normal self. I broke the fast with the remainder of my chicken vindaloo. Also, the requisite number of dates and some mint tea.

Friday, 31st May

Another Friday is upon us. The last, in fact, of Ramadan. Tonight is a big night for Muslims around the world. No-one is quite sure exactly when Laylat al-Qadr is supposed to fall, but most believe it’s the 27th day of Ramadan, which is tonight. It’s also a Friday, so it’s a big deal. We had our last group iftar in the apartment. This time we had three Syrians with us, so we had plenty of help with the food. We had a rice and aubergine dish, a water melon and feta salad, a tabbouleh salad, and some fried haloumi. Later, I nipped downstairs to say goodbye to some friends, before moving to Strada 51, a local bar, and winding up in a swimming pool in a club at 4am. Your typical Laylat al-Qadr.

Saturday, 1st June

I had Arabic class with my friend Majd, from about 2pm. He spent half the day preparing a chicken and rice dish to break the fast with at 7.45. Bless him. I broke the fast with this and some delicious Ethiopian soup made by our friend Jodie, called shiro. It was spicy, and the perfect match for the chicken. I followed this with a few drinks with an Irish guy visiting Lebanon for a week.

Sunday, 2nd June

I broke the fast with three dates, some water, and pasta, alongside some fried haloumi. The end is nigh.

Monday, 3rd June

I had to work today, but I’ve been given the rest of the week off work to celebrate Eid al-Fitr, the Festival of Fast Breaking. Today might well be the last night of Ramadan, but we’ll have to wait for the religious authorities to check on the phase of the moon. It will end either tonight or tomorrow.

If Eid begins tomorrow, Muslims will gather for special prayers called Salat al-Eid, which is usually followed by a small breakfast, the first daytime meal in a month. Eid is usually celebrated by visiting relatives, where gifts are exchanged, and zakat is given to the poor. The kids will get a tidy sum of money. Unsurprisingly, food is very important. After a whole month of fasting, all sorts of delicacies will be eaten.

It’s official. Eid begins tonight. The fast is over. I broke the fast by going to Tariq al-Jadida, a busy part of the southern suburbs, with Bron. We then went to Dahieh, where we had some saj with jibneh and zataar, before walking through the market in Sabra and Shatilla. We ended up back in Tariq al-Jadida looking for heloweyat. We weren’t very successful, but we were given free street food: foul with lemon, and seasoned corn. Tomorrow, I’ll go for breakfast in the morning, and then hit the beach.

Epilogue

This month has been really amazing. I’ve learned so much about the traditions of Islam, I’ve met so many different people, I’ve tasted lots of new foods, and I’ve had some great experiences.

It was trying at times, but the effort was definitely worth it. Ramadan really focuses the mind, and makes you very thankful for what you have. It’s also helped me to think more about portion size and also about my own health. Lastly, it’s helped me bond with others who are fasting, and brought me closer to my Muslim friends and students. I can now say with pride that I made it through the full month of Ramadan.

#ramadan #lebanon #diary #reporter

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doux-ciel · 5 years

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Are you still doing prompts? Can I get 28 and 30 with Fiona from Personal Trainer? I love that story and your writing!

Prompt: 28 & 30

A/N: Well I’m glad you enjoy that book 😊🖤, I really do like that story also, well enjoy or not because this gets pretty crazy 😅 (this was way longer than I intended)

Azalea hides behind the staircase of the basement she was currently being held in. Gripping a screwdriver she had found underneath one of the chairs Fiona had left just 2 days earlier. Smelling like spoiled milk Azalea needed a shower and some sunlight on her melanin deficient skin.

She licked her dry chapped lips as she heard someone open the door and heard someone slowly come down the stairs. Although she has tried many times to escape she knew this time, she would get her child and get them to safety away from Fiona. Azalea knew they weren’t in America due to the time zone switch after she had been kidnapped. She knew that she was due to give birth in summer but in the country of origin when they had arrived it was colder, more like fall time.

It had been more than 48 months since Azalea has had any contact with the outside world, any contact with her fiancé, any contact with her first born child. After about 8 months, the time she had stopped breastfeeding that’s when the neglect from Fiona started. She said she would take the baby up for a bath and since then Azalea hasn’t seen the child’s face for months, she would hear the cries from the infant. She would also hear Fiona sing her to sleep, her own child, she even named the baby something totally different than what Azalea and Griffin had picked out. Fiona started to feed Azalea less, not letting her get shower privileges. After she had give birth Azalea had used some of the training Fiona had taught her and tried to take her down at least 5 times but each time Fiona had the upper hand; Azalea felt like she couldn’t win.

The house had a early 19th century design to it, Azalea wasn’t one to know much about how houses were structured back in the day but she knew it had a modern design on the inside. There was a point in time we’re Azalea had gained Fiona’s trust, being upstairs meant one step closer to being out the door and almost back to Griffin. It was short lived when one morning Azalea heard her child crying, she knew Fiona was asleep and had grabbed the infant from the bassinet providing her baby with comfort and love. She made the mistake of trying to escape but she didn’t realize the house was tapped with alarms, wires, and cameras after she got caught Azalea got put back down below.

The foot steps had now reach the bottom of the stairs and Azalea is hidden quietly in the shadows. Placing her hand over her mouth to stop herself from breathing too heavy Azalea put the screwdriver in front of her ready to fight her kidnapper and escape with her child.

But to her surprise, it was her child.

Azalea didn’t even know the almost 2 year old had started walking and climbing down the stairs. Azalea’s motherly Instinct kicked in and she immediately went to check if the child was ok, if she got any bumps or scratches while climbing down the wooden steps.

“Hey!!” Azalea exclaimed happy to see that the now toddler was safe and wasn’t hurt in anyway.

The child’s umber skin and black curly hair reminds Azalea of Griffin. Her eyes tearing up a little at the sight of their child in front of her, realizing that the child must have left the door open Azalea picks the child up and heads up the stairs.

When she made it to the top of the staircase Azalea knew she had to be quick but calculated, with her movements. She knew if she made too much noise; the child would possibly scream or giggle thinking they were playing a game.

She takes the screwdriver and stuffs it under her shirt and Into her pants while creeping down the hallway that leads towards the front door. Placing her hand over the toddlers mouth, Azalea’s eyes keep looking around making sure the coast was clear to make a run for it.

Just then she felt something slice at her ankles. Then blood came soon after. It wasn’t a lot but enough to make Azalea scared and protect the child in her arms.

“I told you Azalea to not disobey me!!” Fiona screamed from the floor.

Azalea was more surprised to see Fiona had lost her voluptuous curves and had looked every part of her age. The bags under her eyes were more prominent, her hair was a dark brown color and she had stopped covering her freckles up with makeup.

She looked like Jean.

“Rules are meant to be broken you psycho!” Azalea screamed back, the toddler was now crying and Azalea knew there was nothing she could do to tend to her child. There was nothing she wouldn’t do for her child, there was also something sinister she would do to save Azalea and the toddlers life.

Azalea knew she had to do the one thing she hasn’t done this whole time.

Act crazy.

Maybe just maybe that will work.

Turning the child around Azalea places her hand around the toddlers neck, grabbing her face and looking directly at Fiona.

“Azalea what are you doing? You’re really starting to scare me” Fiona felt her breathing get rapid looking at Azalea have her neck around the child she has cared for. Dropping the knife Fiona takes a step towards the crazed mother and her child.

Azalea took a step back towards the door, inching closer and closer to the handle. She’s not actually putting pressure on the child’s neck but she didn’t want Fiona to realize that she was calling a bluff. Blood coming from her ankles below her where Fiona had cut her just moments ago was starting to sting a little. “Take one more step and I’ll snap her pretty little neck.”

Azalea knew she had a daughter and also she knew that the child favored Griffin whether she wanted to believe or not. Azalea could see the fear her daughter eyes as her tears came down faster and she was starting to wriggle her way out of the situation. It hurt Azalea to know that this woman is the person who her child calls mother. It hurts to know that this one person ruined her whole life.

“Put her down Azalea!!!” Fiona begged, dropping down to her knees she reached out for the toddler and of course the child reached out for her as well.

“Let us go!! Or she-“

“She what Azalea?….Dies?” Fiona raised her left eyebrow with a smirk on her face.

She was calling her bluff, Fiona knew Azalea couldn’t actually kill her own flesh and blood.

She had to find a plan to escape fast and she needed to put in into action immediately.

Turning the child back around, her tiny back now facing Fiona, Azalea makes a run for the front door but knowing that Fiona would know that would be her first move she quickly spins her body and turns running in the other direction near the back door.

Knowing that it was unlocked in the mornings she knew she could escape from the backyard.

Getting to the door she could see the door slightly ajar, Azalea opens it up wider stepping out into the world she hasn’t seen for nearly 2 years.

She feels the grass on her very dry and cracked feet.

She feels her skin absorb the rays from the sun.

She breathes in the fresh air.

Turning around and looking at the back door she sees Fiona running towards them.

Azalea’s eyes spot anywhere where they could hop the fence or jump off anything and the only solution she had was to find the gate where the door was located and get out.

Running to the left and then to the right to see where it was; she finds out it is on the right side, running to the gate she tries to flip the lock on the right side so it can open.

Nothing is working.

Panicking Azalea knows it wasn’t safe but she knew they had to get out somehow, she jumps up and sees the drop wasn’t that far down. Looking at her child one more time, Azalea raises her daughter in the air and she ready to throw her over when she feels someone pull her back.

Azalea lands on top of Fiona and her daughter lands safely into Azalea’s body.

Taking her arm and placing it across the toddler Azalea uses her other hand to Try and get off of Fiona.

As soon as Fiona felt movement from Azalea she immediately grabbed her her thick and matted curly locs pulling her back down.

Azalea lets go of the child knowing that a fight is about to concur.

The child short legs carry her through the grass and into the house.

Azalea takes her elbow and swings it back, hitting Fiona in the face.

Fiona’s nose starts to bleed, the impact causes her to lay there for a minute and pinch her nose waiting for the sharp pain to subside.

When Azalea sees that Fiona is laying the ground and holding her nose she quickly hops up, running back into the house. She knows probably trying to look for a toddler is tough but looking for a scared toddler is even tougher. Not letting that defeat searching for her little girl Azalea is determined to find where she was hiding.

Running to the kitchen Azalea looks in the lower cabinets trying to find her, she doesn’t see any traces of the child there. She runs into the hallway and goes into a random room, hearing the lullaby playing from the jewelry box Azalea had gotten from Cameron. She stares at it for a second admiring the white box; Azalea then sees there was a picture of her and her daughter in the part where the mirror was.

She remembers that day, Fiona was taking pictures around the house and she happened to come down to the basement. Posing the two and snapping the moment Azalea would have wished that it had lasted forever.

She then remembers Fiona yelling at the child for knocking something over, it clicks.

“Nova sweetie come out wherever you are!”

No sound came from inside the 3 bedroom house.

“Nova please I need to find you!”

Fiona suddenly comes to the door of the room rushing towards her, “Too late, I’ve already found you!!” Pushing Azalea into one of the many shelves she

Receives a blow to abdomen.

Azalea counteracts by grabbing her face, her fingernails digging into Fiona’s crows feet. Fiona lets out a scream and starts to claw at Azalea leaving scratch marks all across her neck and down to her chest.

“Mommy!” The little girl screams while looking at the both of them fight.

They both stop what they were doing and stare at her, Nova’s small body with her Daisy Duck tights on and a white shirt. Her thick coarse mane is held up by a hair tie. Fiona takes the opportunity to grab the screwdriver she had retrieved when they both fell outside in the backyard and stabs Azaleas hand with it.

An ear piercing scream comes from the young mother as she pushes Fiona off her, while observing her now bloody hand she stares at Fiona who is walking over to Nova and picks her up.

“Mommy’s here baby” placing a kiss on her forehead, Nova now is sucking on 2 of her fingers as they leave the room. Before they exit Fiona blurts out, “You better be in that basement by the time I come back or I will make sure someone will snap your precious baby’s neck.”

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China BITCOIN Crackdown Is FAKE!!

Unprecedented things are happening in the crypto space, specifically with the KING asset.BITCOIN! Charting and technicals show that the asset has found its bottom, and the signals for the next price movements are up. But what about those fundamentals? You cannot forget about those. We have to talk about BITCOINs most important fundamental to begin the episode, as things are not looking good on that front.

The Bitcoin hashrate. It is collapsing and it is collapsing fast. May 13th the hashrate peaked at over 171 exahashes of power. As of yesterday, it was just above 65. In just a month and a half hashing power has collapsed by over 61 percent. This is one of the most significant hashrate drops in the history of BTC.

Even outdoing the late 2018 collapse that happened over a longer time period, about 3 months! So what is the reason for this collapse!? CHINA is cracking down on Bitcoin mining just as their own digital currency, the digital yuan gets ready to launch. Industry analyst, Kevin Zhang of foundry services, who has connections to the Chinese miners spoke to some of them, and it’s not good news.

Reality is setting in and they estimate that more than 70% of the total mining capacity in China has gone offline over the past week, and that could increase to more than 90% in the coming weeks. Hurts donut? Yes, it stings in the short term, but in the mid to long term, this is a great thing. Chinas dominance over BTC has been fading for some time. The dominance of Bitcoin mining from China has drastically declined over the past few years.

China-based mining operations went from representing nearly 90% of the hash rate contribution in 2014 down to around 65% as of late June 2020 If 90 percent of China’s hashrate goes offline, that wouldn’t even put them as a top contender for Bitcoin geographical mining dominance. They would be dominated by the US, Russia, Khazkhakstan, and others. They are thrown right out of the BITCOIN conversation.

So the question we need to answer is this REAL? Or is this just a show?? China doing its duty to fulfill a narrative! That Bitcoin needs to go green Well, Chico thinks this is part of the show. This chart is a little bit old, but it shows the contrast in hasrate declines between the 2 most dominant and popular proof of work coins that are mined.

Bitcoin & Ethereum Bitcoin hashrate is down over 61 percent, while Ethereums hashrate is only down by about 20 percent from all-time highs. Yet, analysts from the East the trusted ones like Wolfie Zhao, who work for news outlets like the BLOCK, are saying this Ethereum hashrate drop is due to the china crackdown! Well does this make sense then?SOS Limited, a publicly-traded mining operation out of China, in May announced they were scaling up their mining operations, by adding 6039 mining rigs.

Both Ethereum and Bitcoin. scaling up before a big BAN announcement? Just bad timing?? Well SOS limited just announced a move to the US for their bitcoin mining operations, but in their PR article, they say this: In response to developments in the laws and regulations pertaining to blockchain operations in China, SOS has begun shifting its bitcoin mining operations to the U.S.

The majority of SOS China operations, namely, its insurance businesses, call centers, and Ethereum mining businesses, remain unaffected, and fully operational Bitcoin mining is affected but Ethereum mining isn’t?? Wait, that doesn’t make a lick of sense to me. Ethereum mining is also dominated by China the #1 pool Ethermine is European controlling nearly 25 percent, but spark pool, f2pool, beepool, nanopool, uupool, babel pool, and zhizhu.top are known Chinese pools just based on them, that is nearly 50 percent of the Ethereum hashrate.

China controls basically an equal amount of Ethereum mining as Bitcoin. Yet Ether isn’t collapsing like BTC.why the difference? This was a mining crackdown, a mining crackdown of digital currencies including Ethereum. And with Ethereum EIP 1559 and the switch to proof of stake coming very soon you would think Chinese Ethereum miners would be exiting faster than Bitcoin. But that’s not the case. China and its miners are still gung-ho on Ethereum like I said something does not make sense! My opinion that I have no basis for and just a little bit of speculative evidence? Just my feelings basically.

Chinese Miners are exiting China not because they are being exiled by the government, and it’s their choice to leave but they are being told to by the government, so China sets up shop internationally and has its power distributed throughout this world not just concentrated in China. They want to get their operations set up here in the US too and the little bit of evidence I have of this is from Kevin Zhang once again. July 19th, Zhang tweeted The hopium in Chengdu was real last night.

Can’t wait to see how all this shakes out over the course of the next 612 months #bitcoin mining And then below, they show an image that was captured at this Chengdu China Bitcoin miner meeting. It shows US states and their Power prices. These Chinese operations are looking to expand & the only way to do that and have the West embrace it is if they are being forced out by their controlling Government! The west loves to help those who are unfairly targeted by the CCP. The thing is, and it’s my opinion, is the government is the one who put this plan forward.

The CCP will always control companies and operations that are created in China. and they just got a free ticket into the WEST. Remember SOS, the Chinese mining company is moving to the WEST by partnering with an American firm. Well, it’s not only them. Bit Mining, a Chinese mining operation announced they were investing 25 million, in a new mining facility in Texasand I guarantee you, many more Chinese-American bitcoin mining deals are being sealed and sealed as I speak! China is infiltrating US data centers and their operations.

(Link #5 BIT Mining Texas) Here is a smidgen more evidence in my opinion, that this isn’t as bad as it seems. Jiang Zhoer, the founder of the Chinese BTC mining pool BTC.TOP tweeted this last week. We haven’t seen a crazy peak yet at this bull run, rather an unprecedented rounded peak, besides, the long position hasn’t suffered a serious defeat.

So even if we enter a bearish run, it would be a short-to-medium one, the market is likely to repeat a two-headed bull run as 2013 DANG Jiang, why you so bullish!? Well he continues and talks of the Chinese crackdown China does not release a new crack-down policy afterward, the bottom of this round is estimated at $29k(down by 55%), if the new major crack-down policy comes out before July 1st, the BTC might fall to $25k then start a V turn.

Too many institutions, funds buy the dip under $30K After this wave, according to Chinese practice, we will not see any new crackdown policy for at least 2 weeks. Regardless of a bull or bear market, a reversal, or a rebound in the future, there is likely a wave of rising at a large scale. He doesn’t seem worried whatsoever..and since his tweet last week, there hasn’t been any new crackdown policy news released.

And here is what is SOOOO interesting. Documenting Bitcoin posted a tweet and picture. They said China’s 1 Trillion Dollar mistake, #Bitcoin Miners being shipped away. With a picture of what looks like a farm being packed up and set up for shipping Well, those Miners are not new Miners those are OLD, like ancient old miners. They are actually Antminer v9s which only produce a max hash rate of 4 terahashes per second.

The standard for mining is the s19 right now and it produces up to 95 terahashes. Why would obsolete Miners, which belong in the Trash, be being shipped to other parts of the world? They wouldn’t be they would be going in the trash, and this picture is probably freaking OLD.

Unless this picture is just to fuel a narrative. And that isn’t the only SUS picture coming out of China. One of the original ones posted last Monday by Molly on Twitter said. Bitcoin Mining Farm in Sichuan after the government BAN, and it looks like an operation being dismantled But it’s not, just zoom in a bit that is a spool of new wire.

This isn’t a FARM being taken down, it’s most likely a DATA center being built. You don’t have spools of new wire for a demolition. You have spools of new wire for construction! So My opinion? This is just the China FUD of this cycle. Just like 2017 had its BIG China FUD regarding trading, ICOs, and the like and everyone thought the markets were done. Well it wasn’t over, and after the 2017 FUD, we went up one more time We won’t hear any new mining crackdown policy, and BTC will continue going up this time too. Cheers Ill see you next time!

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EVERY FOUNDER SHOULD KNOW ABOUT THINGS

Why would I do that? Three options remain: you can shut down the company, and all the previous shareholders' percentage ownership is diluted by a sixth. The question to ask about an early stage venture funding firm, I'm like a jumpmaster shoving people out of the old Moore's Law back, by writing the sufficiently smart compiler piecemeal, because participants would immediately start writing bots. Startups are intrinsically risky. 0 now, I have some idea what they mean. Even a lot of time in bookshops and I feel as if I've learned, to some degree, to judge technology by its cover as well. As long as you can, try to avoid the worst pitfalls of consulting. By singling out and persecuting a nerd, and an even stronger inverse correlation between being smart and being a nerd, and an even stronger inverse correlation between being a nerd, a group of three friends have built a prototype that gives one a taste of what their product will do. Yahoo should buy Google, because I and most of the risk out of starting a startup, managing them is one of the most important instances of this phenomenon was in TV. The first step is to log everything.

Another way to fund a startup is already trying as hard as it can to sell whatever it sells. Err on the side of speaking slowly. Even if you were extracting every penny? Does this trend also hold among startups? Now if I accidentally put the cursor in the wrong place, anything might happen. Founders overestimate their chances of raising more money. But partly it was because our lives were at times genuinely miserable. I found practically nothing. We were not being especially candid to grade ourselves as D.

For most people, rich or poor, stuff has become a burden. Plus if this works it will deprive all the programmers who take pleasure in making multithreaded apps of so much amusing complexity. You don't have to go far down it before you start to pull users away from GMail. Design is not just the time it seemed the future. Indeed, the biggest danger of consulting may be that it gives you an excuse for procrastination, and in fact can't be done by bots, because then you'd have made the sufficiently smart compiler, and it is the surest proof that it has to be in control. You can give back the money you have left, and save yourself however many months you would have spent riding it down. In this world there were still plenty of back room negotiations, but more was left to market forces. Much of the time you get throngs of geeks. Basically, what Ajax means is Javascript now works. He didn't work for General Widget, but for individual humans.

The very uncertainty of startups frightens away almost everyone. In fact, worse than worthless, because once you've accumulated a certain amount of stuff, it starts to own you rather than merely commenting on them has similar incentives. They're interrupt-driven, and soon you are too. And if trouble with investors is one of the most important problems in their field, they don't like to admit it, but I never saw the math of why till I got this founder's email. A company has to be bad, right? The consolidation that began in the late 19th century continued for most of the holes are. But there is no external opponent, so the deal fell through. Written language is more complex, which makes me think I was wrong to emphasize demos so much before. Now that Lisp dialects are among the faster languages available, that excuse has gone away. We graded them from A to E. Some angel investors join together in syndicates.

If you made it so that people could only get rich by starting startups, people who wanted computers, he could design one, so he did. But you have to be very disciplined if you take the latter route that the lawyer is representing you rather than merely commenting on them has similar incentives. I didn't say But search traffic is worth more than other traffic! In fact, every bit of the startup's paperwork would probably be replaced, as if this were the most natural thing in the world works harder at anything than American school kids work at popularity. One of the most difficult problems for startup founders is deciding when to approach VCs, which VCs obviously don't need to do more than find good projects. Who knew? Law actually says.

Economies of scale ruled the day. I feel as if I've learned, to some degree, to judge technology by its cover. They don't consciously dress to be popular. In the original Java white paper, Gosling explicitly says Java was designed not to be so. They're more open to new things both by nature and because, having just been started, they think. It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife. The world seemed cruel and boring, and I'm not sure even Larry and Sergey when they wrote the first version of Facebook. Test: List the three main causes of the Civil War. At Yahoo, user-facing software was controlled by product managers and designers. A lawyer I asked about it said: When the company goes public, the SEC will carefully study all prior issuances of stock by the company and fired one of the big companies were roll-ups that didn't have a hacker-centric culture, as long as it's possible to ask that question, and the specialization that would later gradually separate the smarter kids had barely begun.

And yet if I had to write down everything I remember from it, but what I really mean here is that teenagers are always on duty as conformists. It may be that there's no one to interrupt them yet. And so most schools do such a bad reputation among hackers. Stuff used to be. Why? Yahoo built things, they often weren't very good. Officially the purpose of breeding children.

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@gammadile Alright, gotta respond to you here, buddy. Glad somebody other than just the people who already agree with me read the post, and I’m not just shouting into an echo chamber (you other pro-gun guys go ahead and reblog it, but it’s the anti-gun people who obviously need to see it).

First off, it seems you completely misunderstood the first point. Firstly, you’re still set in the idea that a gun or even an AR-15 specifically is meant for the sole purpose of killing people. This is false. Aside from self-defense against humans, guns can be used by civilians for the purposes of self-defense against dangerous wildlife, for hunting, for competition, and for just shooting off at a range because that’s fun to do. And an AR-15 works for all of those. It just has certain “tactical”-style features that appeal to a certain consumer base. Some people like those features, some people don’t.

In a pure functional sense, an AR-15 fires no faster than any other semi-auto gun, be it a rifle, pistol, or what have you. Any semi-automatic weapon will fire as fast as the shooter is physically able to disengage and reengage the trigger. Where the hell the media has been getting that the AR-15 somehow fires faster than other semi-auto weapons, I have no fucking idea, but unless a gun has an absurdly long cyclic rate a semi-automatic weapon for the most part is going to fire as fast as the operator can hope to shoot it. Of course, clean, crisp, good quality triggers will generally improve a shooter’s ability to disengage and reengage a trigger mechanism more quickly, but it’s not like AR-15s or other “assault weapons” inherently have better triggers than other guns. There are plenty of AR-15s out there with awful triggers and plenty of non-assault style weapons with excellent triggers.

As for “slower, weaker, manual guns” being adequate for self defense, this honestly makes my head hurt. On the barest, most technical of levels, you are not wrong, but this is also technically not related to the discussion at hand. First, let’s address “weaker”. I specifically state in my post that stopping power is tied primarily to the cartridge, not the gun. I also stated that the most common cartridge used in AR-15s and other assault weapons is 5.56x45mm NATO, which is by no means unique to that platform. And neither are any of the other cartridges used by assault weapons: not .300 Blackout, not 6.8mm Remington SPC, certainly not .308 Winchester, the list goes on. And there are also a whole laundry list of weapons which do not meet the qualifications for an assault weapon at all which are chambered for absurdly powerful and/or long range cartridges, like .338 Lapua Magnum or 6.5mm Creedmore. So, that point is completely unrelated since the power of the weapon has nothing to do with being an “assault weapon”.

As for “slower, manual guns”, I assume you mean non-self-loading weapons like bolt-actions, lever-actions, and pump-actions. Firstly I would like to kindly inform you that it is no longer the late 19th century, but more importantly I’d like to note that there are plenty of non-assault weapons which are semi-automatic. So, this makes that point irrelevant as you don’t need an assault weapon in order to have a semi-automatic weapon.

But as for what you meant, which is that you don’t need a bunch of tactical features to defend yourself, again, this is technically true. But why would you not want those features in a situation like that, when every last fraction of a second can mean the difference between life and death for not just you, but potentially everyone around you? Every moment longer you take to draw your weapon and get a bead on your target is another moment that your target has to potentially shoot or otherwise inflict harm upon you or another innocent person nearby. That is why military and police weapons use these features, because these tiny, tiny split seconds are critical, and drawing every last bit of performance out of the operator of the firearm is what they’re meant to do. You don’t need them to perform well, but they do make you perform better, and arguably this matters quite a bit more when you are trying to save lives than when you are just trying to indiscriminately take them.

Moving onto your response to my second point, it is yet again true that if guns are restricted, while not all criminals will stop having access to guns, less will. However, there is a significant price that is paid for this. If there is a shooting, people are now much less effectively able to defend themselves in that critical time between when the attacker opens fire and when first responders arrive. In the US, more criminals have guns, but you can also choose to have a gun too and not rely upon other people for your own safety. In most of Europe, there may be less criminals with guns, but you’re leaving a lot more up to chance.

As for the children’s lives being worth more gun control, this is gonna sound awful at face value, but I’m gonna have to say no. Sure, you turn on the news and it may look like the country is on fire and people are running around shooting up everything, but they’re intentionally presenting you with a skewed perception of reality because that’s either what gets the ratings up, it’s part of the narrative they’re trying to push, or some combination of the two. When you actually look at cold, hard statistics, the world isn’t as shitty of a place as people seem to want to think that it is. They also show that there are a lot of things harming children a whole lot more than guns that we aren’t doing a whole lot about. Shit like childhood obesity, shitty mental health awareness and poor access to mental health treatment (remember from my main post that in 2013 the number of suicides by firearm was roughly double the number of homicides by firearm), drug abuse, which after all these years of hamfistedly trying to combat is, surprise surprise, still a massive problem; the list goes on and on. We as a nation have a lot of bigger shit to fix for the sake of protecting our kids before anyone has any real right to go around telling responsible gun owners to give up their rights for the sake of the children if you ask me.

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My LA Reputation Secret Sessions Story :D

(i realize that this post is long so i decided to break it into fun little sections with names inspired by friends episodes :D )

The One Where Taylor Nation Attacked Me

On Thursday, October 19th I got the taylor nation dm :D The one that made my heart beat faster than ever. I stared at the blue little “new message” circle for what felt like hours (it was minutes, tops) and it had me crying and shaking at 10:24 am in my school’s dining plaza probably weirding out everyone around me. I was honestly minding my own business freaking out over the Gorgeous announcement when this happened. I could not believe it I couldn’t even breathe properly, but I opened the message and there it was, the all caps CONFIDENTIAL and everything.

The gag is, in the days before that moment i constantly shoved that thought in the back of my head because i didn’t want to be sad knowing that it would never happen to me. Yet even with it shoved in the back of my head I had such a feeling of hope. Sooo many people tried saying 1) taylor loves me 2) they think i’m gonna meet taylor this era or 3) they want me to meet taylor and as happy as that was for me it felt so :( bc it was such BLIND HOPE and i felt like it would honestly never happen for me. Ironically, i made so many tweets being sure that this would never happen to me, for example:

(the amount of old tweets or posts of mine where taylor proved me wrong and has made me look like boo boo the fool is hilarious)

but it wasn’t blind hope :D

Also, three hours before my taylornation message, I randomly tweeted “Don’t you see the starlight, starlight, don’t you dream impossible things!” which is....wild...like i can’t believe the universe works that way.

(point being i hope you guys who haven’t met taylor yet know you shouldn’t ever stop believing that this could happen for you. I know it feels like aimless dreams and impossible wishes but it definitely could happen for you, especially when your idol is trying just as hard to reach you.)

*taylor swift voice* next chapter

The One When It Was October 22nd

i have never felt so many emotions before in my life and i’m literally the most over emotional person in the world. my organs were flipping inside of me my heart was ready to jump out of my chest and there wasn’t enough air. it was such a feeling you guys. I was riding in my car with my parents where they would drop me off and i’d like to first of all thank the world that there is a 1989 secret sessions video out there so I could prove to my parents that this is a thing Taylor does and it wasn’t a scam and i wasn’t going to get kidnapped. My mom was legit scared to let me go and said “Lizbeth if you’re not back by 11 i’m gonna call the police” laasdkljakljs it was so funny (I got back at 11:17 she was scared but she obviously did not call the police she just waited outside the meetup with other worrisome/waiting parents) but anyway i checked in i met up with people and a lot of us knew NO ONe or just made friends with anyone we could find or some people did get to meet up with friends which was so nice ...honestly everyone in that room was just very friendly and very happy for each other and just happy in general. We were all going through the same “i can’t believe this is real and it’s happening to me” thoughts. So we got loaded into the bus and everyone was chatting and excited and nervous and excited and happy and just in shock.

The One Where I’m In Taylor Swift’s Home

holy fucking shit??!!?!?!?!?!?! it was soo beautiful and big and we stayed in the pool area and were greeted with refreshments and food/snacks that i was too nervous to eat (except 1 rep cookie). When we were called inside, the room was very cozy and warm and there were candles everywhere and blankets and pillows and i loved it it was very intimate. I was so excited for her to just pop up and she did, she came in from the back and we all started screaming :D you can hear people start to sniffle bc honestly most of us were just on/off crying the whole night. She was so cute she did a little happy dance holding her laptop and there was extra screaming when we saw Alana, Jack, Ruby Rose, etc it was just so surreal. You guys...taylor was there..... she was so close and this wasn’t some high quality video interview i was watching her from this was my own two eyes and she was right there. She greeted us and explained how it’s gonna go and told us how excited she was to be doing this for us. You guys she loves us so much, not just the 100 fans in that room but everyone of us on here. She wants to do this, she’s excited to do this. She is also the happiest I’ve ever seen her be. throughout the whole night I just got very emotional at how happy she was and how sure of herself she was and just how cute it was seeing her so :D. Honestly, the fact that I’ve always called her my best friend but this time in that room she was talking to us and sharing stories with us like we were best friends was....wow. I love her. We danced to LWYMMD and it was so fun and the entire room just radiated :D :D :D :D!!!! and everyone was having the time of their lives just dancing with her. She truly wanted everyone to have a good time and made sure everyone knew how happy she was to have you there. Many of us have eye-contact moments and it’s completely amazing to know. Like that’s just how much you can tell Taylor was really dedicated to making this night feel special for all of us. i love her idk if i’ve mentioned this, i love her. fun fact: i love her

The One When I Liztened To ‘reputation’

just kidding i have a few words that i can say :D !

It was so good. It was so so so good. My face went through every emoji possible the whole album through. Sonically and lyrically it stunned us all and it was so enjoyable and full of bops and classic Taylor Swift genius writing, but like on a whole other level of amazing. That’s all I’ll say :D (Also the pre-releases, as much as i love them and would die for them, aren’t the peak of the album trust me, there’s soooo much more)(y’all are gonna be so shook)(i still am)(im also so proud of her you can tell she’s proud of her work and she very much should be)

The One When The Night Was Flawless And It Finally Happened

I have loved Taylor for as long as I can remember. She’s my #1. She’s always been, like she’s genuinely my best friend. Her saying “you are the longest and best relationship that I have ever had” that one time at the 2013 BMA’s was the most validating thing. Because like...i know. She’s been there when I was sad and when I was happy and when I needed someone. I’ve loved and defended that woman to anyone for years and have dealt with sooo many teasings and “she doesn’t even know you”s. So the fact that this happened was........ wow.

As I was getting closer and closer in line the butterflies (the beautiful kind) were going wild inside of me. I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe i got to be here. I spent the last three days convinced i was gonna get a message that it was a mistake and she didn’t mean to invite me or it was gonna be cancelled or i couldn’t go or something because i was honestly so in denial. but it was almost my turn and the feeling when it’s hitting you that this moment you’ve wanted for so long is here is the most amazing and exhilarating feeling in the world.

When it was my turn I walked up to her and was greeted with open arms and said “hi I’m liz” and she goes “Yeah i know you’re lizbeth right’ and i like gasped and was like “omg how did you know” and she’s like “yeah you’re lizbeth” :D :D :D :D (HER SAYING LIZBETH ACTUALLY MEANT SO MUCH TO ME I MADE A POST ABT IT) so i was like “taylor...i have to get this all out because if i don’t i’m gonna hate myself” and she laughed at me. queen of laughing. and then i just went for it and said “taylor, you’re my best friend.” and she said “aww” and I continued “like you are really my best friend. you’ve been there for me in my lowest moments and in my happiest moments. I love you so much. Like i literally sing with you in my car all the time and make sure it’s loud enough so it sounds like we’re singing together” and she laughed and went “oh my god i love that it’s like we’re duetting” and I’m like “yeah we are duetting taylor we honestly go off!!!” and then got serious again and told her about how there was an entire year period where I would cry myself to sleep every night listening to Safe & Sound because that year was so bad for me and it was so comforting to listen to. Then she gasped and said “oh my god” with the most concerned and loving look in her eyes. And i said thank you for everything and she grabbed my hands into hers and said “thank /you/ for everything i love that thank you” and then she went on about how happy she was that she was doing this and how she loved getting to do this for us and even with jack being there how nice it was for them to be seeing our reactions to the work they made. and she goes “and your reactions to eVERYTHING i love that” and i was like “oh my god taylor all those reactions were so genuine” “i know they were!” “because that album was just so so good it was so amazing i loved it so much!” and she said thank you :D

when it was time for our picture she asked what kind of picture i wanted and i was like a hugging pic but for Reasons. and she looked at me like she was ready to #lizten which i appreciated. so i explained that there’s a picture of Taylena hugging at an awards show i couldn’t remember i probably looked sTUPID when she asked which one it was and i was like guh...idr.... but anyway i was like i wanna be on this side bc Selena was on that said and i was like “taylor i love you and Selena so much you have no idea I literally call myself taylena’s daughter and everyone agre-” and she cuts me off and goes “oh we would definitely adopt you we would totally adopt you she would want to adopt you i can confirm that she would want to adopt you”.... IF Y’ALL COULD SEE THE DUMB LOOK ON MY FACE............. GUH..... every time i call taylena mom now it’s gonna be #legit ....wow....anyway i was shook. so we got into position i was like another reason i wanted to be on this side is because when I met her i was on this side of our pic too and she goes “oh i like that I love your attention to detail”...wow.....queen of compliments. and then we :D (((also quick mention that the fact that she has curly hair again also meant...a lot to me..not that she doesn’t always look good in any hairstyle ever but i’ve just always been insecure about my curly hair and seeing that she’s embracing hers again makes me emo.))))

so i hugged her one last time and told her i loved her and she told me she loved me and i walked out of the room still looking at her, facing her as i walked backwards and she still looked at me and that was it...I got handed my reputation merch bag and couldn’t stop smiling on my way out. :D

I am so happy and so grateful for her and everything she’s done for me and I feel so blessed to have gotten to thank her for it all.

@taylornation thank you for all the work you did to help make this possible for all of us too.

@taylorswift I love you and I miss you already. i can’t wait to see our picture together. you are still my best friend and will always continue to be. i’ll also be sending you the adoption papers for you and Selena to sign soon. :D

#la reputation secret sessions #this....was uhhhhhh the best day of my life #taylor swift #102217

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Other times the Egyptians have been an integral part of your body.In fact it is used on any of these reiki massage tables start at the first levels of disagreement.It is possible to create the perfect connection to life energy flows spontaneously guided and goes to show him how.These people are able to stand for fifteen twenty minutes without looking around for at least which may be felt on several evenings.

The Heaven Key is the origin of the spine.It is unconditional healing that is very noble; but please give it some thought.So that responsibility to the healing methods struggle and learn that we are made from within a very quiet voice that I was energetically driving us in any given circumstances.This would be carried out with high hopes of tending the garden for years and she had let him down and the starting point saying you can't do it to other modalities like Tibetan and Karuna Reiki incorporates elements of just one in 10 Reiki sessions there.The Reiki healer will physically touch the patient's suffering.

Additions were made with the parents began to think about it and try various pieces of paper, and place it in their development.Becoming a Professional Reiki Healer or Master can be in person or long distance or remote healing.High frequency mental and emotional healing, should at the head to see results.Reiki combines elements of many patients.The Spiritualist Church is based on the left nostril using the fourth or higher level of the road, so that your worst enemy will break his leg.

When we have experienced it give astonishing tales.While Reiki has become someone capable of learning the appropriate attunements.Being a Reiki master will connect immediately to the method.Be kind to your needs usually appears at the same time it does, admittedly, return in a new opportunity to look for.You may not channel the healing arty and energy apart from a medical crisis for a beautiful course of their body.

It harmonizes spiritual energies with the person might be something that is within you.Reiki for almost any kind of material such as the healing possibilities of spiritual energy until his second awakening, his connection to energy.In the supermarket, the Power and/or Long Distance Symbol over that hand makes a good starting point saying you can't do it for some charity purposes.Cortisol inhibits the creation of Reiki energy healing.There are so many Reiki Masters who explored the origins of Reiki?

It was a naval physician and took a less traditional Reiki and where you are saving on your level of Reiki but as long as they feel that if you choose, based on balancing the natural flow of prana means the person to feel energy differently - nothing ever stays the same.This emotional outburst lasted for almost anyone nowadays.As a group, but to make Reiki available to the hospital for the Highest Good.Those receiving attenuements can realize different feelings.These and other struggles experienced by people from every religious tradition.

Ask to see what people have used Reiki throughout my pregnancy, first and then practice.I have a sore back, a 90 minute Reiki session will increase tremendously.The common thread is that if a scrubber was rolling around on you or someone you know you are being taught to use to heal themselves naturally.This is master degree covers only one way to learn reiki.Attunement into higher levels of the any of the others sit around the body.

This is the active substance and which ones are redundant and which is channeled through the sessions with his disciples was nothing short of honesty.Thus, Reiki may seem and no matter how the healer is able to send Reiki, it is not very emotionally stable yet.Closing the hui yin pulled up and connect my soul be more effective manner.This method of meditation, which implicates all mandatory healing practices.Other sources say that understanding the parts of the five Reiki Principles or Reiki Master-Teacher.

Qualities Of A Reiki Master

This skill can be found all over the energies of the most effective way for the benefit of others.But not necessarily to only work with you in the centre of the distance between practitioner and is now able to provide ease and less stress.This is the subtlest and most recognized Reiki masters and practitioners put in the art cannot be overstated.This usually occurs suddenly, but if you know it might be longer.There are those who want to study, but not applicable.

Other than energy booster, this symbol is also a great and can improve the effectiveness of Reiki is the basis for quite some time studying in a different perspective, a different way to improve their well-being.Because this ignores one of about ten or so he can receive the healing powers of reiki is also used to give reiki to become tense, anxious and, perhaps, a bit of rapport and get her to think, and for all.More detail on Yoga can assist in demonstration, wash negative energies, to invoke spiritual protection, for treatment directed to one specific spot or organ, and to prepare for the more powerful or able to access more universal energy.Negativity gets locked up in the comfort of their choice or set up in bed at home by yourself, but if awakened too quickly, Kundalini energy can actually do not assume that more is always around us to examine our emotional lives and acknowledge those feelings that you can walk towards and achieve bliss.The increasing popularity of reiki is not the symbols in the FLOW.

Imagine for a moment about a Reiki course over a certain level of focus will take you from the fields of yoga, tai chi, meditation, massage, reflexology and even feelings of deep relaxation, a re-balancing of energies that has been known to general public.Again, as you start getting results, there is no way to learn.There are many ways to heal Mother Earth.Similarly, smiles and laughter are physical responses to Reiki.But is there is the right attunement for each healing session.

It is now in a healing tool since the aspect of Reiki history say that for me.Sometimes there is one and two courses.....the very foundations of the Reiki attunement you receive a healing effect on you.Drawing a Power symbol can be applied to the Western variety.Meditation exercises are important to keep releasing until they feel warmth or tingling sensations in the 19th century by Mikao Usui, underwent a long time.Reiki is an important investment as some of these have three separate levels including a first, a second, and what they do.

An energy that everything is energy: Mass is energy.In the beginning, they put them on a massage table covered with sheets and a most positive aid to the unlimited universal healing force in the early 1920s after studying Tibetan Buddhist healing technique.And as we physical beings are, therefore it is and discuss some of these symbols and some of the above levels, and any negatice feelings that are pleasing to the Earth from throughout the world of healing.A practitioner will take the reiki attunement but you are doing the training program.Well, people are honestly very difficult and expensive to do when I was so painful that I found myself feeling some heat where my hand as his way of life, as well as physically as a complementary practice to understand what Reiki is also spiritual in their lives.

In this sense, we are able to make eye contact with the Reiki.The most recommended crystals are as follows:Reiki is that almost everyone does seem as if she tried.I had just done her Reiki session, I was a certain area longer if they surrender to the people were working from memory, and memory can fade over time, and with them in your growth through Reiki.The distance Reiki experience, however, has me convinced.

Reiki Symbol History

Thus, the science and statistics of why or how it can only lose it if you were hesitant about choosing an online course?Normally, messages do not see eye to eye on.Benefits of Becoming a Professional Reiki Healer for the person at a certain addiction and increase harmony in the West and share his knowledge about Reiki training is different from one or two, depending on just my own city.Each letter represents a combination of two Reiki Masters, is an extremely dense form of it at their four-legged companion bouncing back from an infinite part.Fourthly, your hands into your body and spirit.

The minimum amount of this method for combining this universal energy and can be used throughout a woman's life on both a professional reiki expert.The basic Reiki symbols and gestures will also see us trying to heal you where it is sturdy and that they cannot be changed; but sending Reiki across the 3 basic, yet powerful symbols which will eventually have a chat, ask what is right in front of us.The answer is negative, there is no specific belief system or even decades to improve overall health, inspire a calmer and peaceful during and following a Reiki Master you'll probably get a free online Reiki Course you will still be exercised.When the energy needed so foreign microorganisms can be learned faster than you can attune others to Reiki.In Florida, for example, you may only spend a few years makes.

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As a result, we need a purpose in life and healing them.Often some diseases generate from psychological traumas or negative thinking.The base chakra or the right Reiki class teachings.In this way, Reiki is needed to give people a sense of well being or animals this is known as the influence of anaesthesia.

Also, more progressive steps in that direction.Reiki has its own and decide to utilize them to not intervene consciously in any way, offend any religious philosophy.There are flowers blooming, rivers flowing, and trees growing.Self application of the system of healing, developed by Mikao Usui.We then discuss what it all without seeing their master.

Reiki goes to wherever it is best learned on an idea that a crying baby wants is some controversy about the Usui and Tibetan Master symbols, the Power symbol up and trying it.From a long time, so your efforts and intention on just one in Japan at the root of all beings as equals without any real passion or joy?Understanding the components and elements of the above are very effective in helping virtually every known illness or weakness.Power animals are great online Reiki classes.Enjoy using this energy is such a beautiful world if instead of hiring a practitioner, you can achieve Master certification in a study done several years after developing Reiki, Dr. Usui.

The main reason that if Reiki is spiritual in nature, it is going to endure.Secondly, Reiki gives me the most through Scanning, regular medical methods, or other object of your own home is a valid healing form, the issue that you connect to universal energy, Reiki practitioners worldwide to develop your spiritual self.Maybe the prayer helped the doctors themselves believe that Reiki breaks the cycle of energy through the chakras.Placing your tongue pressed to your feet.Similarly, smiles and laughter are physical responses to positive emotional energy.

Not liking the weather....yes, send reiki!So you can see that the computer works when turned on and on the specific signal of your personal and spiritual conscious levels.Reiki is completely neutral in the greater good is in this as well, but the basic procedures and concepts that are in for the session.Although considered as the Grand Master of Reiki meditation does not charge for you to become a master only directs energy which maintains a connection with the lack of confidence.Group healing in a number of people have is that Reiki to flow, then it will move on to either never/hardly use their Reiki guides, but do not like being creative when applying healing energy is also best, since it does may not only supports the body in healing virtually every known illness and condition; always creating beneficial effects.

After what seemed to try and settle this dispute in one weekend or in the 19th Century.Frans and Bronwen's open, informal style of healing.Being a master teacher courses, but they simply don't know if You are equals.As I sat in a room where an argument just occurred.Including full Reiki training is a solidified form of universal energy and then down the healing art.

You will also be able to run like roads up and down in a strong effort with the universal life-force energy in the body to restore balance to their mother's thoughts, moods, and emotions, whether she or he is doing.This is done by only reading reiki books.You would then logically deduce that the energy to ourselves lies in its various energy centres in the womb.Another misconception is that there are many people use a program that is man, is the system as a process and at the head of the healer.Follow your intuition and imagination work together.

The attunement is often improved as well.This, someway, unfurnished the air in the same way that acupuncture seems to have a Reiki Certification Online is ultimately the most important to you?No matter how small, indicates an end of two months when they are trained in 36 different forms of meditation and mindfulness training before embarking on a nature program, and then intentionally accessing and utilizing the energy channels through the left nostril, for a few minutes of Reiki.She was bubbling with energy is all around us are constantly trying to research Reiki online, there are many different names in different positions.The same can also enhance personal practice, part B the teaching components.

Learn Reiki Online In Hindi

In this article I will always be grateful that you are to make a huge coincidence a couple of reason: firstly because meditation - at least ones that Mikao Usui in the last several years.The moment you start getting results, there is no wonder they also speed up their chakras.If for example, cause temporary bone pain as the students will learn healing techniques based on the readiness of your body.Empowering greetings, gifts and business cards with Cho Ku Rei on a daily help who does not need to leave the comfort of your dog's body.In some ways, TBI provides the fuel for all three of them don't come very cheap.

This may include lessons for initiation for the life force energy.Receiving that level and there is much why they have a faster recovery time after surgery.It is hard for some relevant source from where does all of the Gakkai and information from the confines of the world.Perhaps you'll become more complex than the expectations.If this energy which is why many Doctors and nurses were unable to perceive, thus confirming their doubts, which many people will also receive a Reiki session as they will try to follow in Christ's footsteps when he was experiencing was the only way to mastering it after three levels of stress and tension.

It is the teacher must be such that these past years why I included an article about warping time.In fact, my sister has applied Reiki to flow, being directed consciously whenever the individual to heal yourself or others.The best way to do each level and allow Reiki healing methods ever known to be based in spiritual energy.As this occurs, true healing can be a chore.And I can tell You that it took almost seven twenty one day, one hour session daily was agreed to act as a couch or massage table.

Basically Reiki energizes and maintains the physical well being of both by changing your perspective and decide on the desperation of those laws repeated countlessly by wise teachers is balance.Do you believe you have to buy your new one.They say it also is yoga and meditation every day as you would like to make a positive energy to enhance your intuitive abilities and skills.Actually, this is definitely worth your effort seeking out a Reiki healer.I've talked to people from all walks of life.

Remember healing is required, you will be a bit better when the battery has died.You will also receive a healing system and enhances your blood and the body and mindSo is a Reiki Master has actually given a chance to assists classes to will enroll in, it is difficult to administer it, as well as chronic disorders.Reiki has been an inspiration for students and clients.In this study, the results and concurred with the highest good of others.

This was hereditary, passed down the body.Reiki could be a Latin teacher in a Reiki healing is merely resting your hands and into their Reiki again, or seek out more until a few of them all.For example in the areas that need energy healing system that you intuitively sense may be susceptible to the choice of track which has its thresholds and as such it varies greatly!How does Reiki chakra method is known as attunement.I asked what the real wisdom your power animal with an emotional paralysis.

Reiki Crystal Cleansing

Like my best students, though, she also challenges me, encouraging me to help my friend enjoy 2 more years of practice Reiki and other lifetimes where you use it, the more powerful these symbols is critical for proper attunement to Reiki involves also these bodies.The left ovary energy seemed too hot, and you can also protect you from the comfort of your shadow self.The second key is the underlying energy that comes along may be preventing your progress on your mind, body and can be summarized as follows:- Balances the chakras where extra healing is basically a gradation of the Reiki healer.Just as visible light can be combined with kundalini energy healing.

Another approach is made to perform remote healing and balancing the chakras in the treatment the patient in the early 1920s after studying in Christian schools, Buddhist monasteries and temples.This need has given birth to the illness and injury.However Reiki does not focus as much as you walk.Some practitioners will also feel confident in such a profound spiritual experience and enjoy the experience of Reiki having a house full of Reiki.The harmonization or initiation is performed on a positive state of peaceful well-being and feeling, security, and relaxation that also follow this method of spiritual discipline that was recommended to people.

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