#one is an hr from her house though if a miracle happens

[broke-on-books]

Am I ACTUALLY going to skip class next week to raodtrip 3hrs to my friends house so we can watch star wars with her DAD

#this last episode oh my GODDDDDD #i think i might omg #i can miss tony time right guys??? #(thats what i call my phil class bc its kinda stupid) #i legit almost took a nap today and theres like 20ppl in the room #blah #also the star wars here is ahsoka episode 5 btw. not even a movie its a tv show episode #theyre releasjng it in fucking theatres but only 6 in the whole country and theyre already sold out #one is an hr from her house though if a miracle happens #but thats doubtful esp for 3 tix #also NELLIE IF YOU SEE THIS YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO TELL MY PARENTS

[leslie-lyman]

I posted 1,583 times in 2022

That's 878 more posts than 2021!

310 posts created (20%)

1,273 posts reblogged (80%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@oonajaeadira

@magpie-to-the-morning

@whataperfectwasteoftime

@radiowallet

@ezrasbirdie

I tagged 1,302 of my posts in 2022

Only 18% of my posts had no tags

#lovely people saying lovely things - 265 posts

#answered asks - 247 posts

#comment reblog - 239 posts

#emma you beautiful tropical fish - 64 posts

#pedro pascal gifs - 60 posts

#samg!inspo - 58 posts

#les loves cat - 35 posts

#ask game - 29 posts

#pedro pascal - 27 posts

#adira my beloved - 26 posts

Longest Tag: 134 characters

#also speaking of beloved talented mutuals who could write circles around so many published authors jess please look in the mirror babe

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Punchbowls & Pincushions (Congressman Marcus Pike x f!reader)

summary: The duly elected representative from Texas’s 27th congressional district has a meeting, takes a walk, and meets a woman.

pairing: Congressman Marcus Pike x f!reader

rating: general audiences for this installment, though this series will be explicit and my blog and its content are only for those 18 and up

warnings: none

word count: 2.7k

a/n: Y’all, I’m excited for this one. This is the first installment of what I hope will be a more relaxed fit-ish series I’ve been thinking about for a long time: an AU in which Marcus Pike decides to turn in his badge and his gun and try a different kind of public service. I’ve just been waiting for the right excuse to finally get this first bit down on paper, so thank you as always to the lovely folks at @writer-wednesday for the photo prompt! Big thank yous also to @ezrasbirdie, @whataperfectwasteoftime, @magpie-to-the-morning, and @the-ginger-hedge-witch for letting me ramble at them about this idea for far too long, and to Birdie for looking this over for me!! ❤️

punchbowl: the Secret Service’s code name for the United States Capitol Building.

pincushion: the Secret Service’s code name for the Rayburn House Office Building, one of three main buildings where members of the House of Representatives and their staffs’ offices are actually located.

Main Masterlist. | Series Masterlist. | Taglist.

———

It’s not going to happen.

The words play on a loop in Marcus’s head as he tries to calmly traverse the halls of the Capitol.

Leonard, I campaigned on this.

I know, Marcus, I’m sorry.

Look, if this is about HR 86 -

It’s a matter of cost, Marcus.

Bullshit. The whole package is $57 billion. You’re telling me $100 million to expand drug treatment courts is the straw that breaks the CBO’s back?

It’s a miracle we got all the things in that we did. It’s gonna be hell trying to get this through the Senate as it is.

And what am I supposed to tell my constituents in the meantime?

To get used to disappointment. Or just blame the Senate. I always do.

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218 notes - Posted July 14, 2022

#4

Stranger At My Gate - Chapter 10 (Pero Tovar x modern!OFC)

A time-traveling Pero. A modern woman trying her best. A kitchen full of possibility. A helping of Midwestern kindness. A dash of magic. And a whole lot of Christmas spirit.

pairing: Pero Tovar x modern!OFC

rating: E 🚨 [18+ ONLY, minors DNI]

warnings: at the risk of spoiling things, SMUT; unprotected PIV; oral (f receiving); blink-and-you’ll-miss-it Pero having a pain kink; Pero having a lil bit of a breeding kink; ungodly amounts of fluff; one (1) instance of your author taking liberties with language history

word count: 7.3k

a/n: Here we are, folks. This is it. I’ll have more to say at the end of this chapter, and I’d strongly advise you to read all the way to the end. 😉 Also a reminder that going forward, I will only be tagging folks in my writing who have signed up via my official taglist form.

Extra major helpings of thanks and forehead kisses to @whataperfectwasteoftime for looking this over for me and for tolerating me tearing my hair out in her DMs over this chapter. ❤️❤️❤️

Previous chapter.

Masterlist.

———

Ten.

Panic seizes Tessa’s chest, robbing her of breath. A chorus of thoughts rise loud in her head, jumbled and half-formed -

He can’t have gone back

I’m late, I’m too late

So stupid, should have told him before I left

Too late too late too late

There’s no way to tell how old the footprints marking Pero’s path towards the woods might be, but after only a moment of paralysis, Tessa’s off like a shot.

He could have left hours ago, he could already be back in his own time and there would be nothing more that Tessa could do.

But she has to know for sure.

There’s no conscious moment of deciding - one second she isn’t running as fast as she can in the direction of the trees and the next second she is, never mind that it’s well below freezing with the snow coming down with an increasing vengeance. Never mind that she’s still dressed for air travel, in nothing more than jeans and a sweatshirt and cute little ankle boots that are definitely not meant to go trudging through more than half a foot of snow. Her coat’s still in the back seat of her car but she can’t stand to make even the smallest detour for it. Pero may be long gone, but if he isn’t, if there’s a chance she could still stop him and ask him to stay, who knows how long she has. Ten seconds to grab her coat could be the difference.

Pero’s footsteps get more difficult to follow once she hits the tree line, but her Gift is not called intuition for nothing. She can feel some sort of instinctual pull towards the Gate, or maybe it’s towards Pero, aided by the faint ghosts of memories of her childhood spent playing in these woods. She tries to yell Pero’s name, but the freezing air burns in her throat as she attempts to draw enough breath to keep moving as fast as she can.

An eternity somehow fits into the handful of minutes it takes her to make it to the small, perfectly round clearing where the two trees that make up the Gate stand. She’s never been this close to the Gate before, and certainly not when it’s been open. Apart from the slightly unnatural placement of the trees, there’s nothing that gives it away on sight. But it throbs with power, emitting a warped vibration Tessa cannot truly hear but rather feels deep in her bones. Something about it calls to her, as though its magic recognizes the kindred spirit of her Gift. But whatever being or force created the Gate was many times more powerful and ancient than the source of her Gift, and if she looks directly at it for more than a few seconds a vague sense of vertigo starts to make itself known at the edges of her vision.

What small amount of light was left in the day is almost completely gone, the snow on the ground doing little to reflect it back as fat flakes continue to fall. Tessa can’t tell if Pero’s footprints continue across the circle to the Gate. She takes two deep breaths, then opens her mouth to let out the scream she’s felt building since she walked in her front door to find her house cold and empty -

“I’m here, Tessa.”

Her head whips around at the sound of his voice so quickly she hears her neck crack. She squints through the snow and darkness and sure enough, sitting on a fallen log just outside the edge of the clearing, is Pero. Tessa has to make a hasty grab for the nearest tree to keep from collapsing in relief.

“Pero,” she croaks, her voice nothing more than a cracked whisper.

He stands and comes closer. He’s dressed in his original clothes, the hilts of his swords visible over his right shoulder. The only modern item on him is the thick wool coat he’s been using the past few weeks.

Even once he’s close enough to see his features his face is unreadable. Tessa likes to think she’s gotten fairly good at interpreting Pero’s expressions, having learned just how much this man can say without any words at all, but apart from the tightness at the corners of his mouth, it’s like he’s purposefully trying to keep his face as neutral as possible.

Seconds tick by without either of them saying anything. It’s like Tessa’s emotions are all laid out on a roulette wheel - panic, joy, despair, relief, exhaustion - that’s spinning too fast to figure out what she’s actually feeling at this moment. Then the little white ball falls from the track and sticks in the groove of one emotion in particular.

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#3

Euclidean Geometry

Summary: They make no attempt to define what this is, who they are to each other. All they know is that now they are together.

Pairing: Modern!Pero x Frankie x Jack x f!reader (sort of, this is in the third person, reader is referred to only as she/her)

Rating: E 🚨 absolutely no minors

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: smut, M/M and M/M/F; some implied D/s dynamics; allusions to the lingering trauma of military service

A/n: I don’t know what this is (other than absurdly self-indulgent nonsense), but this idea hooked its claws into me and this is what resulted. It’s just kind of a series of snapshots, really. No plot, just vibes. There may be more after this, we’ll see.

Masterlist.

———

They don’t meet each other until after their time in the service.

Thank god, Pero tells them. I surely would have otherwise murdered you both long before now.

Stop me if you’ve heard this one: three veterans walk into group therapy…

A Delta Force pilot in recovery. A surly Field Artillery officer. A cocky Air Force fighter pilot with a name as ridiculous as his skills in a jet. All here because they are each too full of anger with nowhere to put it.

Talking at therapy turns into talking at a bar after each session. They circle each other, like a pod of killer whales, or maybe like galaxies, pulling closer and closer together over bottles of beer and games of pool.

None of them can say the exact moment it became more. Was it the first time Jack accidentally brushed a hand across the small of Frankie’s back as they walked out of the bar one night, and he felt the shiver that went up the other man’s spine? Was it the night Pero finally spoke about the loss of his first love, his description of William and his death on a desert battlefield making all three men shed silent tears in the privacy of a dark corner booth? Surely it had to have been long before they found themselves in Jack’s bed that first time, letting their bodies say what they could not yet find words for: I want you, I trust you, I know you, I see you.

They make no attempt to define what this is, who they are to each other. All they know is that now they are together.

They each crack the others open, the process of healing as painful and beautiful as filling in their scars with gold.

And then there is her.

The relationship between the three men had not been a closed loop, not at first. There had been times where one of them (Jack, more often than the others) had gone off and for a one- or two- or (never more than) three-night stand with another person. And there had been other times where two or even all three of them had shared a temporary partner. But with her, it clicks, it solidifies. They stop searching for more, for new, for other.

If three’s a crowd, what is four? A square, a shape beautiful in its simple perfection, a shape that can only be composed of equals - each line and each angle taking up equivalent space, none more or less important than any of the others, and each one essential.

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291 notes - Posted July 25, 2022

#2

Waterproof

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x f!reader

Summary: Watched The Bubble. Had a thought. That thought was: I wanna edge Dieter Bravo until he cries and ruins that silly eyeliner.

Rating: 🚨 E for explicit, folks. NO MINORS.

Warnings: edging, obvs; unprotected PIV; dom!reader and sub!Dieter; Dieter Bravo being soft and respectful and having puppy dog eyes that are impossible to resist

Word count: 1.3k

a/n: Yeah I dunno what happened here, either. I intended for this to be a drabble to get this idea out of my head and practice writing some smut, and it ended up being over a thousand words. None of us is immune from this man, it seems. Not beta’d, barely edited. The gif above is an edging joke.

Masterlist.

———

“Do you wanna have sex with me?”

It’s so direct that it catches you off guard.

There’s something in the way he says it, too. There’s no arrogance in his tone. He isn’t smug or suave like you’d expect. He’s a movie star. He’s an Oscar winner. He’s Dieter Bravo, for fuck’s sake. But instead of a smirk and a smoothly delivered pickup line, he’s looking at you over the bar top of the fancy estate chosen to house the cast of ”Cliff Beats 6” with huge brown eyes that are full of hope, not expectation.

It’s a simple enough question.

It’s also a bad idea. You’re hotel staff. He’s the fifth-billed actor on the sixth installment of the 23rd biggest action series of all time.

But he asked so politely. There’s an open earnestness on his face that tells you he doesn’t want you to say no, but he’d respect it if you did. And it all makes you suspect that this man, with his broad shoulders and large hands and soft eyes, may enjoy the same kinds of things you do. That he may make a rather complimentary bed partner. You decide to test your theory.

“That depends, Dieter.” You rest your elbows on the bar top and lean closer to him like you’re about to share a secret. “Would you be a good boy and do exactly what I say?”

His eyes go black. He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

It’s a simple enough question. He gives you a simple answer.

“Yes ma’am.”

———

You don’t get to cum until I say you do, Deiter, is that clear?

Crystal.

You got a safeword?

Academy.

Jesus Christ.

You push him down into a fancy armchair covered in embroidered silk in the corner of his suite, a set of rooms that probably costs more per night than you make in a month.

Dieter still has his makeup on from today’s shoot, a not-terribly-subtle dark smudge under each eye, and it enhances the eager puppy look he has going on, almost like he cannot believe his luck. You clamber into his lap and feel him already starting to harden through his sweatpants. An experimental grind of your hips draws a little moan from his throat so you do it again, and again, the soft friction against your clit and the increasing size of his erection making your core start to throb with arousal.

“Please,” he murmurs, “I want - can I - ”

You run your thumb over his bottom lip, stilling your movements.

“Easy, sweet boy. What is it?”

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360 notes - Posted April 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Rights and Wrongs

summary: “I’m not keeping it, Jack. I knew that before I called him and told him. I don’t know if I want kids, but I do know that I don’t want them now. Not like this. And not with him.”

Or: Whiskey helps you get an abortion.

pairing: Whiskey x f!reader

rating: M

word count: 6.4k

warnings: possible dead dove do not eat; unplanned, unwanted pregnancy; early pregnancy symptoms including vomiting; descriptions of what pregnant people have to go through to get an abortion in the state of Kentucky; abortion clinic protestors and physical and verbal harassment of patients; reader has a medically unnecessary but state-mandated trans-vaginal ultrasound; use of moderate anesthesia and recovery from anesthesia; allusions to past loss and trauma (it’s Jack, I’m assuming know his backstory); not super-explicit description of reader getting a surgical abortion; Jack being a little naive in the way well-meaning straight white dudes often are but also being pro-choice as f*ck

Author’s note:

*Fleabag voice* This is a love story.

Hey there folks. Please read the warnings on this one. I know that pregnancy can be a tough topic for a lot of people to read about. Everything I’ve described here is what you actually have to go through to get an abortion in Kentucky. (Or, well, it was, until two days ago when the Kentucky legislature overrode the Governor’s veto of HB 3, which has resulted in a complete stoppage of all abortions in Kentucky.) If this is not a thing you want to read about, for whatever reason, I respect that completely.

However, if you read this fic and think it might be a good idea to spout some anti-abortion nonsense at me in response, I am going to pre-emptively suggest you kindly shove it up your asshole instead.

Abortion is health care. Abortion is a human right. You will not move me on this. I wrote this fic because I have a lot of anger and fear and frustration that the human right to bodily autonomy is about to be completely gutted in my country. But I also wrote it because abortion is normal. People get abortions every day. And I wanted to write and read a fic where reader gets her happy ending with Jack and an abortion is how it happens.

Additional note: This fic is also a fundraiser! April is when many abortion funds host their biggest annual fundraisers, and you can help! For each note this fic gets between now and the end of April - every like, reblog, and comment, even the ones that are me replying to someone, and hell, I’ll include asks and DMs about this fic too - I’ll donate a dollar to the Kentucky Health Justice Network, a fund providing direct financial and other assistance to people in Kentucky who need abortions.

If this sounds like a journey you’d like to go on with me, then let’s go.

Masterlist.

———

This afternoon has been taken up by two phone calls you never thought you’d have to make.

The first to the Kentucky Women’s Health Clinic. The second to your ex-boyfriend.

The call with the clinic goes well, better and easier and kinder than you’d expected, even if their first available appointment is further out than you’d prefer. The call with Michael goes even more poorly than you’d thought it would.

He hadn’t been your ex for very long; only about two weeks. Your breakup had not been amicable; nearly three years of dating had come to a car wreck of a conclusion when you’d discovered explicit texts and photos of several other women on his phone, going back months. He hadn’t tried to argue with you when you’d confronted him; instead, he’d blamed you for his forays into infidelity. You worked too much. You were too focused on your career. You didn’t devote enough time or effort to your relationship anymore, so no wonder he’d started to look elsewhere. Never mind that this was the first time you were hearing these complaints.

You weren’t heartbroken so much as furious. Furious with him, but also furious with yourself for not seeing the signs and ending things sooner.

And now, calling to tell him about the…situation you find yourself in only leaves you feeling humiliated.

“So this is your ploy, huh?” He says after you’ve explained. “This is how you’re gonna try to get me back?”

Your mouth hangs open, and for a moment all you can do is splutter wordlessly in rage.

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523 notes - Posted April 15, 2022

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[a-student-out-of-time]

ASOOT Timeline: October 2012 (A Brief History of Divine Luck)

Hello, October! This day was running very long, so I decided to split it into two parts in order to have more consistent updates. The same will probably be true for October 2, because raid.–Timeline Anon

October 1:

Mahiru and Honami have found Misako, Tenmei, and Harumi, who they bring to a Quantum Crew meeting. The three old friends reunite. Kasugano (actually Nikei covering for Hajime’s absence) asks for the truth about Kana’s parentage, and it’s explained that Tenmei was the sperm donor for Misako and her husband so that they could have a child. The friends hoped to raise Kana and Chiaki together, but then Misako’s abusive husband forced her to cut contact with the Nanamis. They divorced when Kana was a year old, but Misako hasn’t seen the Nanamis until now. Upon hearing that Maverick lied to Kana in order to pit her and Chiaki against each other, the Nanamis and Misako agree to help the Quantum Crew take him down. Misako will use her programming/hacking skills for the mission, and Harumi can help with first aid.

Kyoji tells Kanade that he reconnected with Miaya and suggests that she go see her to deal with her memory loss. Kanade thanks him for taking care of her and Monaca, and they hug. Miaya will take care of Kanade while Kyoji is away on the island mission.

Kokoro analyzes the footage from the island to try and figure out Maverick’s motives and goals.

Emma is staying at Umeko and Setsuka’s house for the night, and she notices that the time traveler in Shiojiri is moving south towards the island at 72 km/hr. Umeko suspects that this is Maverick’s mysterious backer.

Hajime, Chiaki, and Kana go over the information they have (Kana knows the layout of the hotel, but she hasn’t found out anything about the Alpha Protocol) and plan their next move. They want to talk to the other managers, but first, they meet with Taira. She tells them about the chatroom she found on Maverick’s computer, in which Maverick and his unknown backer talk about where the managers ended up in the Tragedy and mention an “unlucky one” they want to find. The group doesn’t know who the backer is, but they do figure out that the backer seems to be targeting people important to the future. Kana’s confused about all this, but she’s determined to help however she can.

At 5:58 AM, the moving time traveler reaches Yoshida, which is right by the coast. The Quantum Crew, who’s making battle plans, hopes to intercept them at the island.

Iroha calls Makoto to check on him. He’s okay, but he and his family have noticed a person in a long raincoat who seems to be watching his house. Upon hearing this, Sonia speculates that there might be a team of people trying to keep the future on its Tragedy path.

Kyoji has prepared a “contigency” in a small briefcase. He plans to bring it to the island and show it to Maverick once the hostages are out of danger. He claims it’s the key to beating Maverick, but he can’t show it to anyone who is coming on the mission because he needs to be the only one in Maverick’s presence who knows what’s inside. He shows it to Umeko (who is not going on the mission), and she vouches for him. Monaca, who is staying on the boat, also knows what it is.

When the conversation turns to the unknown “unlucky one,” Utsuro is brought up, and Harumi overhears this and shares her Utsuro story with the group. She was working as a nurse at the hospital where Utsuro was born, and as part of his first miracle, she became pregnant with Chiaki, even though she had been told that she was infertile. This makes Chiaki a Child of Utsuro, just like the Voids and Taira. Divine Luck tends to focus around the bearer’s greatest desire (for Maku, Emma, Iroha, Nikei, and Taira, their luck centers around good health, acting, escaping danger, the truth, and finding a home, respectively), and because Chiaki was born because of Divine Luck, Sora determines that her Divine Luck centers around survival. She’s unkillable as long as she doesn’t despair, and that’s why Maverick has been trying to break her spirit. However, for all except Utsuro, Divine Luck will eventually reverse and turn into Divine Misfortune, condemning the bearer to a life of misery (which is why the Voids and Taira have spent so long searching for Utsuro). If this reversal of fortune happens, Maku’s illnesses will return, Emma’s acting career will go down in flames and/or something will happen to her parents and Roger, Iroha’s family will find her again and force her to come back, the police will find out that Nikei killed his parents and arrest him for it, Taira will end up homeless and alone, and Chiaki will quite literally die. The Quantum Crew will wait to tell Chiaki and Hajime about this until the Maverick situation is over.

Kana brings Damian to talk with Hajime and Chiaki, and they tell him that they need to leave the island because Maverick is only using them to hurt Chiaki and will kill them all when he’s done. They show him the evidence as well. Damian is angry at them and hints that he might prefer death to having to go back to his father, but Chiaki tells him that Aiko believes in him and has been crying and worrying about him the whole time he’s gone. This, plus a promise of support from the group, convinces Damian to join their side. He tells them that they need to get into Maverick’s office in order to disable his cloaking device.

Maverick has found a brown hair in his office that doesn’t belong to anyone who’s supposed to be on the island (it’s Taira’s), and he berates Yuki and Kanon for answers. He orders them to find the intruder and forbids Yuki from seeing Kizuna until they do.

Taira lays low and keeps an eye on Kizuna from a distance.

Fuyuhiko has 50 Yakuza members ready for when the Quantum Crew needs them (although Toshiro has said that if things go wrong, the Kuzuryuu Clan can’t help anymore). Everyone is prepared for the mission, except for Nekomaru and Akane, who have yet to arrive. Yoruko calls Chisa to ask about the hold-up, then tells the group that some of them must return to Hope’s Peak.

It takes some convincing, but Kokoro finally agrees to let Mikako and Yamato go on the mission as long as they stay out of the line of fire.

//Reading these makes me realize just how much has happened in just the last four months for these people ^^;

#submission #mod talks #a student out of time

[editorialsonlife]

Well

Welp, feeling like doing an update because there's been a lot going on to be honest. its one of those weird dichotomies where every day feels like an eternity and there's so much going on and then you look back and you're like oh, ok its just my brain making it difficult and making things take forever but anyway.

LOCKDOOOOOOOWWWWWWNNNNNNN

Lockdown life was good, apart from being thrust into it so suddenly dave left a banana on his desk. Wasn't great to come back to after 5 weeks out of the office - mummified mouldy banana!! Classic. We luckily got our first jab before lockdown started so that was good, and we were reasonably well stocked up on food and were generally a lot healthier this lockdown that last. honestly, there's a level of chill and serenity in lockdown that i just love. the ability to set my own schedule and only work the hours I actually work to get the job done? Amazing. getting 8.5 hours of sleep each night without having to wake to an alarm blaring? AMAZING. getting to go for walks every afternoon? SO FLIPPING GOOD. I love it so much, I really really do. I need this to be my life permanently.

WORK

Work is just ongoing and draining and honestly, coming back to the office was so fucking stressful and it was only one day. Being at home is just the fucking bomb. Pending home decisions, I wanna go contracting I think, but also ideally two part time contracts to have more flexibility? I dunno. You'd think a big 4 would provide variety but it really doesn't and honestly, with Richie leaving, wellington is just a sinking ship. Sean's off on parental leave, Kirstyn is down to four days a week, ben will be gone if he doesn't get promoted (and I don't think he will be tbh). Jack is just muddling along, Nigel wants to swap to consulting as well, Matt's going to be a shit leader in terms of bringing in work so it's just not going to work. and in our wider group it's going to get even more messy with heaps of the analysts leaving and a couple of senior hires too. so I think it's probably time to jump ship in general, pending the home stuff below. Also, coming back after a break again, I'm like, I don't actually like a lot of you? All the people I enjoy here are in other teams and groups, and I'll be sad to leave you all, but like, not enough to stay anyway lol.

Pending the home below, two options are to just going and get a job with a $30k payrise to make up for the maternity leave benefits I'm gunna leave behind when I leave this role - 18 weeks full pay, $100 a week for the first year back and a full year of maternity leave. It's basically 30k post tax which is a bit nuts to walk away from to be honest.

Otherwise the other option is to go contracting. Less security overall but holy shit so much money. If I went in as a project coordinator at the lowest rate to build up a bit of a portfolio I'd need to work 40 weeks of 40 hr weeks and Id basically match my current salary plus the lost family leave benefits and still qualify for govt maternity leave payments. Realistically I could go in as a project manager for $140 an hour ($60 more an hour than the above math) and absolutely smash it at that level as well so ya know, there's a bunch of other info. I like the idea of the flexibility of it and only having 6 months even if its a shitshow and beign able to walk away at the end of it. I really don't want to get a govt job and this is a v govt town which is fine but also, if I can avoid it that would be great. I just know I'm not gunna thrive in that environment.

Need to talk to Dave to get him across the line on the security issue part of that though. I've mostly come a long way in terms of my financial management (thanks YNAB) so I think he'd be ok with it mostly.

So there's a lot to toss up there because......

HOME

We got the reno plans done during lockdown, finally. which was super good. but holy fkn jesus $$$$$$ ++++++++++. The guy is coming around for the final quote on Thursday. We indicatively said $100k total because we're doing kitchen laundry bathroom and toilet. so only the most expensive rooms and when I was talking to him last week he said 'that might cover it' and they're seeing cost escalations of 7-10% a week which is just insane. we're not doing anything structural apart from putting in a cavity slider in the bathroom, and the quote they'll give us won't include flooring since they won't do it.

Meanwhile, the prefab homes I were looking at for our site were $425k fully done. Like, I'm not going to spend $130K on doing up my 1940s ex state house ya know? That's not good cost benefit ratio.

So depending on what that comes out at on thursday we'll be able to make some plans.

We also want to start trying for kids next year and need these renos done first - I am not having kids and no dishwasher lol.

Also we need bank financing so good to be in a permanent stable job for that application. the good thing is we have so much equity we know we can borrow whatever we need, I just don't want to spend that much money on it because it's fkn ridiculous. and if I'm going on maternity leave we need to be able to cover it all on dave's salary and whatever benefits I have as well so there;s a lot of financial planning and spreadsheeting going on at the moment lol. it's fab.

either way. we've got plenty of options up our sleeve. we've got friends who's brother owns a building company so we can talk to them, we've got the garage so we can get things prefabricated even if they're not installed til next year, Dave can get shit at cost through his work for whiteware, there;s plenty of things to like cost control we can do, we just need to know where we're starting from basically. thats the challenging part. but we'll figure it out, its just taking longer than I want it to basically.

We also planted up the vege garden for the spring/summer which was lovely, super jazzed about that. we've finally got the garden to a reasonably low maintenance level where everything is mostly under control and it's such a relief, honestly.

PERSONAL

Man what a shift to lockdown last year honestly. I think the last 8 weeks in particular has just been like, a massive reality check of how absolutely shit the last year was and how fucking glad I am to be rid of it. I spent a week absolutely spiralling 2 weeks ago now and honestly, I don't know how I lived in the state for more than a year. I actually don't know how I did it. and I could not be more glad that I'm finally on the other side of it, for the most part. There's still a bunch of other stuff to work through (hahahahahaha when is there not like damn) but fucking hell its nice to just not be anxious and nauseous and wound up constantly. life is actually accessible. miracle.

My workmate had his bebe - I went round and got newborn cuddles and was like, oh, is this what it is to be clucky? this is odd. so there's that as well. I think we'll probably start trying next year pending renos and jobs etc. If the renos can be done in jan I'll prob just stick it at the job to get the benefits but I dunno. it's a tough call to make really. we shall see. This all assumes we get knocked up without any issues which is questionable these days. I really want to feel healthier before getting pregnant as well, and part of that is losing weight. however, given discussing that is what triggered the spiral we're working on that one slowly.

Also, lets have a moment for counselling, because fkn bless anne and all her hard work honestly. I actually ended up emailing her being like, I;m losing my shit on the monday and then talked to her on thursday. And its so funny because it's such a counselling thing but I didn't realise until afterwards what she'd done but she was like you're clearly not doing well and then the night before dave got a fkn miserable migraine and he was up for like, 2 hrs powerchucking except he didn't make it to the bathroom in time so guess who was cleaning up vomit at 130am trying not to chuck herself but I digress. anyway, not doing well, couldn't even explain why, didn't even have words and super tired and she's like, what lynaire up to this week how's she going with izzy and chat about that and then be like how are you feeling about your body and then 5 more mins of chat about the cat and the chickens and then like bam hard question and then hows it going with x and y and z and its like, it wasn't til I was on my walk afterwards when I FINALLY started feeling marginally better I was like damn woman work your magic for figuring it out for me and helping me reregulate. all over the phone as well since we were still in lockdown. GREAT WORK FRIEND.

and then last week was like totally fucked theoretical discussion about religion and the role it's played in my life and fate vs free will and all this nutty shit but genuinely just a great discussion. She's the best and I love her. thank good for good counsellors. thank god I can afford to pay for it honestly.

Dave and I are just chugging along, god bless that man. I love him. its amazing. I miss having friends close by but understand why they had to move (boooooo f u house prices). Family is pretty chill, still not really talking to dave's parents which is nightmarish but we'll deal with that when we need to. gunna have to go and visit them at some point coz dave misses them and I feel for him, I really do. It's the whole boundaries renegotiation I went through with my family last year post wedding blow up and its just not a fun place to be. oh well. can't fix it for him but also I'm not putting up with that level of BS from either of our families once we have children. not gunna happen.

Either way, life is busy and full and fun and I'm enjoying it. Daylight savings starts this weekend too, its october next week WTF and I'm just waiting for 4pm to find out what's gunna happen to our girls trip. Clearly we cancelled our sept trip to christchurch and akaroa and hanmer springs so my covid travel curse continues. fkn ridic. Still dunno what we're gunna do with $2500 of flight credits coz if we get knocked up theres def no international trips happening any time soon.

thus concludes the almost 2000 word write up of life. hope you've enjoyed it. I'll throw up some pics in a separate post if people care about reno plans. such a good time!

[evien-stark]

✧I Need You✧  Chapter 182

Returning to life was hard, as always. But having that extended time away really helped you refocus. It helped you prioritize. Tony, more than anything. Your life with him. The promise that you’d made when you’d stepped away from Avengers. 

Throughout September you started drawing up a timeline. Your ideal version of events, if everything went fine. If nothing bad happened. If the universe didn’t step in and interrupt… The house wouldn’t be ready- fully ready, built and painted and decorated and all that good stuff- until into next year. But you’d be keeping an eye on it every step of the way. The foundation was so important. Having a home with him, something that was yours and only yours, was so very important. 

His ring would be ready in November. Which was perfect. You’d have it at the start, and be ready to give it to him by your anniversary. Cheesy? Absolutely. But there was a threshold for that sort of stuff that the two of you would allow with one another. ...recently you’d been realizing it was a very high ceiling. That was fine, too. You’d propose. He’d accept. And the two of you would hold on to it just a little while longer. Peggy’s excitement over the wedding had infected you a small amount, but you didn’t want to rush things. 

You were thinking Valentine’s Day. Another moment of well deserved cheese. But if the media wanted to get their hands on it, you’d do it the same way the two of you had come out- so to speak. You’d be brazen and open in public after hiding it for so long, and make it coordinated. Make the statement that your lives were private, that you’d live them without anyone’s permission but your own, and when you were ready to tell the public something, you would. But no sooner than that. 

You were still trying to back off the Avengers business- though you had checked in with JARVIS, god damn you, about how the mission regarding Hydra and the missing Ultron parts had gone… it had been an interesting turn of events, really. JARVIS had gone on and on about how they’d built a giant robot named Ultimo or… something just as stupid. But that it hadn’t held up very well. And that this new squad of Avengers had come together to finish them off and round up the Hydra agents. Job well done. 

One of the big ways you wanted to do that was sort of start trying to slide control of the whole UN panel nonsense to somewhere else… it didn’t feel right. Maybe it wasn’t right. That team still needed someone big on the inside and in their corner. Just in case. But it wouldn’t matter anyway. Even if you found a suitable replacement (you had been mildly considering Natasha because she knew how to take a government lashing without batting and eye and she’d at least always have the team’s best interests at heart), Ellis wasn’t picking up his phone. Neither was Talbot. There were only a few reasons that would be. None of them were good.

But you tried not to let it stress you out. ...it did. A little. But you tried not to let it. Instead after finding that a dead end, you threw yourself into Stark Industries related endeavors. Making up for missed time after you’d taken the month off. It led you all the way through September. Right on the cusp of October, when the fourth quarter was about to begin. You’d scheduled a company conference in a nice hotel in Midtown for presentations. 

You were also running extremely late, having gotten pulled into a discussion with a senior exec that hadn’t amounted to anything. Tony was waiting downstairs in the car. Happy was waiting, hand on the open door, when you finally got outside. But just as you exited the lobby, someone called your name. And then- “I need to talk to you!” 

Your reaction was instinct. Holding a hand up. “Whatever story you’re chasing, I don’t have anything to say right now.”

“I’m not a reporter!” Her shouting this stopped you just a little as you were almost off the sidewalk, and you turned back to look at her. Short, thin woman. Deep-set frown. Long dark hair. “I used to be a lab tech for Stark Industries. And I need to talk to you. ...please.” 

There was a certain amount of desperation wafting off of her. This was probably a job for HR- if she was a disgruntled employee- she had said she was a lab tech. As in, used to be. No longer worked for the company. You glanced inside the back of the car and Tony held a hand up in question. You put a single finger up to signal you’d be there in a moment. And then, as you felt Happy looming, watching just in case, you stepped closer to the building. “How can I help you?” 

Disbelief soaked her, which might have been fair. She had just halted one of the CEOs outside the building. She might not have had a plan what to do next. Though she did cross her arms. “Look- I know- everything you do- this is probably not very important to you, but. I wanted to warn you. About Quentin Beck.” 

The name struck you as mildly familiar. And when you realized why, it just popped out of your mouth. “He has a presentation today.” 

“I know. That’s why I need to talk to you. He’s- I don’t wanna say dangerous, but something is not right with him.” 

“In what way?” 

She gave a shrug. “Every little thing sets him off. I wasn’t the first and I won’t be the last- he got me fired. Over nothing.” 

Despite not wanting to come off callous, your brows knit and your head lifted just a little. “Got you fired? How?” That was a lot to put on one person, especially considering your very well staffed HR department. 

The shake of her head was satisfying. “I can’t say for sure. But. He’s gotten lots of us fired. For questioning him. Or proving him wrong. Anything. Anything that makes him angry. He’s frustrated- I get it- his project is going nowhere fast- but it’s not right, what he’s doing.” Much as this sounded like an incredibly tall tale… she at least believed herself. There was no note of dishonesty about her. 

Something only you would know. Which meant you couldn’t turn away from this information. “What’s your name?” 

“Vivian.” She glanced up at you, not sure what to make of your reaction. Self-doubt took a heavy hold of her. “Like I said- I know this isn’t important-” 

“This is incredibly important to me, Vivian.” Stopping her. Speaking firmly and slowly. “Here’s what i want you to do- if you haven’t already found another job-” 

Her scoff cut you off. “Are you kidding me? I got fired from Stark Industries. Nobody wants me after that.” 

That made sense. But… if Beck was ruining lives like that under your nose- this was a problem. “In that case, I want you to go upstairs to my office. I’ll let Pepper know to expect you. Give her a list of the other lab techs that were thrown out by Beck. You’re officially rehired. I’m going to start an internal investigation into HR in the meantime. And I’ll watch his presentation very carefully today, and let him know what I know. And what that means.” 

You would have an incredible burden. Firing him for something like this outright was a legal nightmare. Especially if he wasn’t mentally sound, like she was claiming. God knows you and Tony didn’t need any more homegrown enemies. 

Both of her brows shot straight up and shock cut clear across her. “You’re- ...you’re being serious?” 

“Yes. Now- I have to go. I’m running a little late. I’ll check in later, alright?” 

For whatever reason, Vivian seemed to have thought you were going to shoot her down. Ignore her. Tell her this was nonsense. Send her away. Stand by Beck- it made sense. HR had. HR had heard a complaint about her and several others from one man. Sure, a man in charge of a lab, but, it seemed to be that they didn’t do their due diligence in investigating the matter. But you would. This was your company. And you weren’t going to let this fly. 

She nodded, a little numbly. “Uh- sure- hey- thank you.” A little bit of relief hit home finally, when reality set in. “This- this means everything to me. Thank you.” You’d probably just given her her life back. 

“Thank you. For telling me about this.” 

That was what you left her with as you finally hurried your way into the car. Once the door was shut behind you, you pulled your cell phone out to text Pepper. Tony was very curious. “What was all that about?” 

“I think I’ve been so focused on the Avengers stuff- you know, saving the world is important and all- but, Stark Industries has been suffering. That changes now.” 

You felt his frown without looking at him. “That bad?” 

Looking up at him, you shrugged. “Let’s find out, shall we?” 

                                                             ---

Like with all big presentation meetings, you thanked everyone for coming. Thanked them for their hard work. Said some things about how fourth quarter would be fantastic. Made sure to alert them that stocks had been bouncing back steadily. The company was doing great. Stark Industries was always doing great, and it was thanks to some of the people in the conference hall. You were excited to see what they had been working on and what they had to share. Tony gave his usual quippy sassy remarks afterwards. And then the two of you sat. And let yourself be wowed by the innovators of Stark Industries. 

Beck’s presentation was last. Small miracles, you supposed. Over the course of a few hours, you’d texted back and forth with Tony about the details that Vivian had given you. Pepper already had troubling news about Beck’s lab assistants. Many had been fired. Most without investigation. Beck signaled an order and someone executed it. For small things. Inconsequential things. Sure… people were employed with the company at will, but that didn’t give him the right to throw people out like he owned the place.

No. You owned the place. You and Tony. And you were going to make this right. 

He was nervous when he took the stage. Gave some platitudes as he hooked up a projector- and you remembered this. Remembered him struggling with a powerpoint presentation … years ago. Too long now to be still stuck in this phase of drawings and blueprints and- 

Well. He did have some sort of prototype. Some headband- headgear- something. But it just sat on a mannequin head. And nothing he said convinced you it would ever do more than that. You pulled his patent files, what he’d been working on, and just how much money had been spent on this. It wasn’t becoming to belittle a member of your staff in a conference hall full of people. So you let them thin out once everything was over. 

And then you and Tony met with him backstage. He seemed startled by your sudden appearance, and the poor assistant he had with him was terrified. Not of you. Which made it all the easier to let him know how things were going to be. There was a small crowd backstage. You’d wanted to do this privately, but you couldn’t put it off any longer. “Mr. Beck.” 

“Oh- Quentin is fine.” 

“Mr. Beck.” Doubling down. “I’m afraid we’re going to have to shelve your project. Starting immediately.” 

“What? Why??” Anger was already stirring inside of him. 

You didn’t let it dissuade you. “You’ve been working on this project for five years now. Stark Industries has backed you- to the tune of twelve million dollars so far. You have nothing to show. You’re barely out of the concept phase-”

“That’s not true! You don’t know what you’re talking about!” Despite who you were, Beck seemed to have no problem raising his voice to you. Then again, you were threatening his baby. And this wasn’t the first time you’d done so. He had such a disdain for you. Easily felt. Picking the headband off the mannequin he waved it in your face. “What about this? This isn’t nothing! You just don’t get it. You aren’t smart enough to understand what I’m trying to do here!” 

“What I get, Mr. Beck, is that after five years and twelve million dollars and you showed up to a Q4 meeting with a powerpoint presentation and a plastic piece of junk that doesn’t do anything. It’s basically a fashion accessory.” 

“You can’t-!”

“Furthermore.” Not letting him talk over you. “We’ve been receiving some very troubling reports that you have some sort of confidant in HR that’s helping you abuse your position. I don’t know who it is yet, but I’m going to find out.” 

He gnashed his teeth. Not even surprised he’d been caught. He didn’t seem to care about that at all. He cared about you shutting him down. “You’ve been trying to shut this project down since its inception phase. I’m not surprised. This is beyond you-”

“And you, apparently.” Staring him down. 

Realizing he wasn’t going to get anywhere with you, Beck completely ignored you and waved his hand at Tony. “Tony, please. I know you get this. Can’t you do something?” 

Tony’s brow arched, one of those high marks that came with a face of true disbelief. Disbelief that this guy would disrespect you like that. “If you wanted my help, that was the exact wrong way to go about it.” 

Beck’s shoulders went higher, tensed. “Look- I’m just trying to-” 

Tony continued, “The idea is impressive. Not your initial concept application of it, though. We can use it for something better.” Oh- you remembered this- Tony had been interested in the… what had he called it? Neural-interface? Too bad Beck wasn’t smart enough to get it off the ground. But Tony was. He’d have this figured out in a few months, no doubt. 

When that realization hit, Beck grew darker. Even angrier. “You can’t do that.” 

You spoke up again. “All your work is owned by Stark Industries.” You could, in fact, do that. 

“You can’t do that!” Yelling.

Holding a hand up to him, you decided you’d had enough of this. “Calm down. Now.” Issuing a real order. With the power to back it up as you threw that upon him.

He went a little slack, like you’d cut his strings. And then it seemed like he quickly changed his mind about his attitude at your behest. Little did he know, that’s exactly what had happened. He Painted a perfect picture of apologetic. Because you wanted him to. “Look- I’m sorry- I just- I’ve been working on this for so long… please… I’m begging you… don’t do this.” 

“Any of your lab techs beg you to keep their jobs the same way, I wonder?” Unable to help yourself asking. The look in his eyes suddenly- the drop in temperature- ...he was wishing for murder right then. Vivian had been right. Dangerous was a very apt word, whether or not she’d wanted to use it. But this would not help anybody. If you threw him out now you’d only be proving his narrow minded view right. It’d also put a pox on the project. “Here is my only offer, Mr. Beck.” 

When he realized you weren’t about to take everything from him, he straightened up and nodded. “Anything.” 

“Tony is now in charge of this project. Vivian will work under Tony. And you under her. We’re hiring back every lab tech and assistant you fired over the last five years. At double your salary. You’re going to give up the name of your connect in HR- and it better pan out or all of this goes away. You’re going to take anger counseling with one of the therapists on staff. None of this is negotiable. And you have five seconds to decide.” 

“Yes- yes. Anything. Just- don’t throw me off this. You don’t understand it.” He kept on saying that. Kept on talking down to you. And now, after that offer, there was nothing you could do about it. He was agreeing to everything, but something deep inside him, something only you felt was twisting with agony and turmoil. 

And a fresh new hatred for you. 

But you couldn’t be liked by everyone. Nor did that bother you in the slightest. You gave him a nod. “Pepper will serve you papers on this new agreement tomorrow morning. I want them signed by the afternoon.” 

His eyes narrowed, understanding what you were doing. You were throwing your power, your position, and your authority in his face. Ordering- though he saw it as demanding- him to do this. At the risk of everything else. He had no choice, and he saw that as your fault. Not his. But he was helpless but to obey you. ...this probably wasn’t going to work out very well. You’d have to keep an eye on him going forward. “Yes, ma’am.” 

                                                            ---

Back in the car you took a deep breath and it immediately escaped as an even deeper sigh as you sagged into the backseat. Tony was the one to speak your thoughts. “Well. That was a nightmare.” 

Though you found yourself nodding, you tried to look at the bright side. “We’re done with it, now. And… you like this project. So that was worth something.” Tony wanted to work on this, so be it. 

“You didn’t have to keep Beck around to keep it in-house.” 

“No, I didn’t.” Agreeing with him as your gaze went foggy. Tired very suddenly. Beck was volatile and it had drained a lot out of you. 

Leaning closer, Tony put his arm around you, drawing you in. You reveled in his warmth. In his protective embrace, closing your eyes as you laid your head on his shoulder. “Sometimes I think you’re too nice.” 

This got a bark of a surprised laugh out of you, and you raised your hand to stifle the rest. “Sorry- I just- that’s ridiculous. Ask Beck.” 

“I’m not asking that guy anything. He’s a few crayons short of a full box.” 

“Fair enough.” You took another long breath in, this time holding it and then slowly letting it out. “It’s over now. You’ll take over and make it something good.” 

His grin was easily heard, not to mention you could feel his enjoyment. How much he liked you complimenting him like that. “You might be giving me too much credit.” 

“Never.” Snuggling up close to him. “You’ll put that money to good use-”

“And spend a whole lot more.”

“-and bring something to the table the world needs.” 

“Again. Too much credit.” 

“Mn-mm.” Shaking your head no as you got even closer. “That’s what you do.” Confident in him. Knowing him. When he didn’t argue a third time, you decided to move on. “Wanna get some dinner?” 

“I was waiting for you to ask.” Smiling wryly at you when you finally looked up at him. “I put reservations in at Luchio’s an hour ago.” 

“My hero.” 

You needed a good dinner to fight off the drop in energy and the entire mess that had been. But it was a small mess. Nothing like the other ones. Easily handled. Now all you could do was hope no more messes found you before the close of the year. It was three more months- and only two before your anniversary, even. 

How much could go wrong before then? 

#Tony Stark #Tony Stark x Reader #INY Chapter One Hundred Eighty Two

[wedreamedlove]

[FIC] Isomorphism

Rating: G Characters: Zhou Qiluo, Bai Qi, Xu Mo, Li Zeyan, Reader Word Count: 1886

A/N: Hello to new followers from the analyses posts I put up! I like to write stories too so feel free to browse my Masterlist if you enjoy my writing. The tabs are fun to press, I promise.

Tags: Daemon!verse (His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman).

Summary: First meeting blurbs with the men and their daemons. I tried to keep the Reader's vague, so you can project your own but unfortunately it's on the small side.

Beware spoilers on Zhou Qiluo and Xu Mo up to Chapter 17.

The first time you meet him is over the last bag of chips in the convenience store.

A stranger's hand on the bag of chips makes you look over and, rather than his sunshine hair and sky blue eyes, it's actually the small polar bear cub that pokes its head up from behind his shoulder which confirmed that it is Zhou Qiluo in front of you.

Both of you get on like a house on fire, clicking immediately, and through your relationship with him you find that his chubby daemon cub is as adorable as it looks and presents itself in interviews.

However, you wonder sometimes why his daemon appears as a cub when Qiluo is an adult already. Normally, daemons reflect the age of their guardian but you never end up asking, thinking it's too personal.

This leads to your first thought, upon making your acquaintance with the hacker KEY, about needing to tell Qiluo that KEY has an enormous adult polar bear as a daemon. You can imagine the pout on Qiluo's face already.

So imagine your surprise when KEY comes to your rescue and his hood falls back to reveal that he was Zhou Qiluo all along.

When the two of you manage to get a breather in the secret room underneath the conference, you ask him how his cub is now an adult. Your daemon noses at Qiluo's daemon and, despite its large size, Qiluo's daemon retains its gentle and foolish personality, being careful when it paws at your daemon before it rolls over onto its back, watching you two.

"She's always been able to do this," Qiluo shrugs with a grin, "It's pretty convenient when I'm traveling around on tours. Besides, don't you think her cub form suits the idol Zhou Qiluo much better?"

He glances at her when he says this and, right before your eyes, you see Qiluo's daemon shrink until she returns to her familiar cub form, blinking her large black eyes.

You take this newfound knowledge in stride, feeling even closer to Qiluo now after he shares this secret ability with you.

But you realize, when you see him for the last time, that it's like you've never really known him at all. He's always kept a side of himself far away from you, as distant as the moon, and in fact you don't even recognize that it's him until you hear the intoned words.

"I command you---"

Zhang Chenxi's daemon tries to flee the moment the words land on Zhang Chenxi, but a large polar bear rushes out from between the bookshelves and slams the daemon down, biting it viciously. Your ears echo with its shrieks.

Your own daemon tries to escape as well when Qiluo turns those words on you, knowing instinctively that you want to preserve some semblance of recognition of him. But your daemon gets pinned down by Qiluo's polar bear, although her actions are as gentle as she can make it.

Both of them have golden eyes, you notice through teary eyes even as you shake your head helplessly, not wanting Qiluo to leave you.

But in the end the sun disappears before your eyes.

When you come out of the darkness there's a stuffed polar bear on your bed.

~~~

"Do you still remember me?"

Even without hearing him, seeing him, or being prompted, there's no way you would forget your senior in high school because his relationship with you had always been one of the school's mysteries. He had a terrifying reputation and an equally terrifyingly standoffish attitude, yet the heavy weight of the grey wolf leaning against your leg is the same as always.

Your daemon curls deeper into your arms, wary of the large predator below it, and you find yourself standing a bit stiffly as well.

It's an extreme faux pas to touch another person's daemon, and the only exceptions are violent fights or between lovers. To your knowledge, none of these apply to you and Bai Qi right now.

However, Bai Qi doesn't seem to have any thoughts about his daemon clinging to you like this. He just flicks his eyes down to his daemon, confirming it's not troubling you too much, before he looks back at you, a smile playing on his lips.

You do your best to ignore his daemon at your feet and respond to his question, starting up a conversation. But, in the end, his daemon rests too much of its weight against you and you stumble to the side, reaching out instinctively to steady yourself with a hand on its head.

Immediately, you retract your hand like it's burned and open your mouth to apologize to Bai Qi for touching his daemon. But he beats you to speaking first.

"Hey, none of that. Behave yourself." His voice is low.

For a second you think he's talking to you and you straighten your back, feeling a chill run through your body when you recall his temper and exploits at school.

But then you see his daemon flatten its ears against its skull and tuck its tail in tighter, looking chastised. Your heart melts when it peeks up at you with soft brown eyes and you quickly tell Bai Qi that you know his daemon didn't mean any harm and you were just unprepared for its weight.

He looks at you, somewhat surprised, and then clears his throat and averts his eyes. "Feel free to nudge her back if she gets to be too much."

The tinge of red on his ears must be your imagination when he passes by you, handing you documents at the same time, and takes the lead to bring you along on his investigation.

As you head off with Bai Qi to look into the strange happenings in this city for Miracle Finder, his gray wolf keeps pace beside you, a steady warmth against your leg that hasn't changed from high school.

~~~

"Hm? You're looking for Xu Mo?"

From the start of the conversation to the end, as you and Xu Mo wrap up the details of his cooperation with Miracle Finder, he has been nothing but polite and warm. However there's something that nags at you, tugging at your instincts (and you're briefly reminded of his earlier words), until you realize what it is and cast a glance around the room curiously.

You haven't seen Xu Mo's daemon since he opened the door. It's unusual for a person and their daemon to be separated for long periods of time. Or is he one of those who don't have one? It'd be insensitive to bring that up though.

Xu Mo shifts, leaning back against his desk and crossing his legs at the ankles. He seems to have noticed your wandering gaze and says with an amused smile, "Ask. You're curious about something."

Flushing a bit at being caught, you still end up asking hesitantly where his daemon is.

"Right in front of you."

His answer makes you blink and you take another look around. It's only when he makes a coaxing noise though that you see a white ball, which had blended in with the stack of binders and papers on his desk, stir that you see the nose and whiskers and intelligent black eyes of an arctic fox.

It has been watching you and your daemon this entire time and you hadn't even noticed.

Xu Mo extends his arm and his daemon uncurls itself, stretching and shaking out its cloud-like fur, before it slides up his arm to balance on his shoulders behind his head. The motion is so sinuous that you think you see something else for a second. But that's ridiculous. Going by Xu Mo's age, his daemon should have long settled its form by now.

Much later, you realize your thoughts back in those innocent days weren't ridiculous at all when you find yourself standing in a park, pressing Iridescent to your own throat with shaky hands and blinking past tears.

Through your blurry vision you can see the sinuous white snake curled around Xu Mo's --- no, Ares's --- shoulder. Its head rests at the hollow of his throat, black eyes watching you without blinking just like how the fox watched you back then, and its tongue as it flicks it out to taste the air is red.

The color is a vicious slash across his pale throat, painting an illusion that his throat is bleeding, and you feel an answering trickle of blood down your own throat from Iridescent's sharp tip.

As your heart breaks under his words, you wonder if you ever truly knew him. Is he Xu Mo? Is he Ares? Is his daemon a fox, a snake, or something else entirely? Is he someone whose name you don't even know?

His daemon flicks its tongue out again and, faintly, you wonder what it tastes from you. Betrayal? Grief? Hurt? Or just an aching numbness?

~~~

It's actually the second time you meet Li Zeyan when you see him next, but you never got his name in the first meeting, after he saved you from the car, and things were so hectic that you also didn't see his daemon.

Which makes you question your sight because how could you have possibly missed the massive lion by his side? The apex predator strides down the hallway in front of the CEO who is talking to his aides. One of its paws is easily the size of your head.

Nevertheless, despite your sudden reservation at confronting Li Zeyan when his daemon is exuding such a heavy presence, you still step out when it looks like Li Zeyan will pass by without even sparing you a glance. You ignore the low rumble that comes from the lion.

Li Zeyan pauses and looks at you.

You lock your legs together to keep yourself standing, hyperaware of the gaze from Li Zeyan's daemon. Your own daemon bristles in your arms, sharing your mix of nervousness and resolve.

Inwardly, you reassure yourself about how you've never heard of a daemon savaging someone before. But the instinctual fear of being in front of a deadly beast weighs on your shoulders. Still, you push through all this to argue your case in front of the poker-faced man.

He gives you 5 minutes of his time and gestures for you to head into his office.

The door to his office suddenly looks like the mouth of a cave though and you recall the idiom of bearding a lion in his den. This sensation is magnified when Li Zeyan's daemon precedes you into the office, lying down beside the desk and looking imposing as it flicks its tail.

You miraculously keep your calm though as you focus your attention on Li Zeyan, and it helps when his daemon looks away and starts to clean its paws, paying you and your daemon no more attention.

In the end, you manage to wrestle a promise out of Li Zeyan to fund your company and, as you leave as quickly as naturally possible so that you can let out your breath which you've been holding and give your wobbly legs a rest, you miss the intrigued look in Li Zeyan's eyes and the curious tilt of his daemon's head, both of them watching you leave.

#mr love queen's choice #love and producer #mlqc gavin #mlqc victor #mlqc #mlqc kiro #mlqc lucien #spoilers: my headcanon is that xu mo's daemon really is a fox but foxes in asian folklore are masters of illusion so... #spoilers: daemons are usually opposite gender but li zeyan is special because i wanted a lion with a mane oops #(there have been cases with lionesses growing manes too though... nature says screw the gender system)

[marisa-writes]

Hi, buddies.

I know, I know. It’s been a while, and I’ve abandoned ship. I didn’t mean to. 

After resigning from my full-time teaching position, I was in a really weird place professionally and mentally. Job hunting was bleak. Mental health took another dive. Took care of that around November of 2018 and it’s been upward mobility since. Had a brief stint doing school photography in the spring of 2019 and learned what it was like to work in a happy, healthy work environment...and being in schools, even just for taking school pictures, made me miss being a part of that environment.

First step was deciding to start subbing again. I applied and hadn’t heard anything back yet. Then, my best friend pushed me to go to a job fair in another district for some paraprofessional positions. I had one on-site interview while I was there and also met the HR coordinator, who gave me her card and told me to email her so she could keep me updated on openings around the district.

That email turned into almost immediate approval for subbing for the district. I sent in my transcripts and prepared myself mentally for reentering the education field. And then...I got an email during a break at a shoot. It was from a Special Education coordinator at a middle school in the district I’d applied to sub in, asking if I would be available to come in for an interview that Friday.

I wasn’t available that Friday but was off the following Monday and asked if we could meet then. She was entirely on board.

I walked into the middle school and immediately got this...good feeling. I can’t even explain it. When Tamara, the SPED coordinator, came to greet me, it was with such kindness and so welcoming. The interview was with her and our Instructional Coordinator, Tai, and I think it’s the most comfortable I’ve been in an interview yet. I explained to them that I was certified and why I’d left my full-time position and was looking to enter again as a paraprofessional. I told them how much I needed a support system moving forward in my career. They listened. Tamara walked me out, told me how wonderful it was meeting me, and I had that feeling again. That good, you’re meant to be here feeling.

That interview was a Monday. Tamara emailed me that evening thanking me again for coming in and asked me to send references. I did so. Wednesday, she called me, but I missed it and she left me a message. All my references (including my old principal, the main reason for my trauma if I’m perfectly honest) had responded by Tuesday and she was calling to offer me the position, if I wanted it.

I listened to the voicemail in my car while sitting in the driveway outside my parents’ house. I immediately ran back inside, told my mom about it, and said, “I should say yes, right?”

She gave me this look like, “Are you crazy?! Of course you should.”

I called Tamara back and accepted right then. My first day was a couple of weeks later. And ever since, I have been so, so happy.

I work with some of the most supportive people. Every teacher I support as an Instructional Assistant treats me more like an equal than a paraprofessional. I’ve learned I really enjoy middle school when I have a group of kids and colleagues like the ones I have. 

It’s crazy, but when I walked out of my old campus after the last day of school, I literally began sobbing because I felt so relieved and also so sad because a chapter was closing. I never thought I would ever want to set foot in a classroom again. And here I am...waking up every morning, enjoying going to work. Talking to my SPED coordinator about potentially becoming a salaried co-teacher at some point in the future because she thinks I’d do really well. 

In the midst of all this, I had to set my writing aside. My brain wasn’t filled with much inspiration as it was. I did a lot of reading, though - deep-diving into published romance was a safe haven that I am still very much wrapped up in. But I have been trying to write a bit...it’s original fiction rather than fanfic, a romance short story with a meet-cute on a plane, but putting words down on the page when I’m inspired has felt really good. 

I’m not sure if or when I’ll finish what I’m working on, but if/when I do, I’ll be posting it in full on a blog I created to share my original works with my new writer friends (and perhaps a new audience).

But I miss you guys. And I do miss my characters. I’m not sure I’ll ever return to any of them, but I want you guys to know how much your readership has meant to me over the years no matter what happens moving forward. For the smiles, the laughter, the messages that made me grin so hard it’s a miracle my face didn’t split in half, I thank you. And I hope you are all doing well in this crazy time.

#personal #about the writer or something idk

[avengersaremyforte]

I got tagged by @lunaticonice to post 10 photos in my camera roll to describe myself. Do you know how hard it was to only pick 10?! Also right off the bat I’m a horrible speller and really bad about not looking at what I’m typing. So I make a lot of mistakes and auto correct is my worst enemy but my best tool in spelling so sorry for the mistakes.

I have a really good green thumb. Most of the succulents you see I’ve grown from leaves. I’m a proud plant mom

I like to diy stuff and refurbish furniture. In this case old palettes that I sanded down repainted and made into my bed. Im really crafty and like to draw and repaint stuff or repurpose things(that includes clothes). The thrift store is my best friend!

I’m um... extremely lucky. That Moped is a prize I won at a manger meeting for my job that I wasn’t even supposed to attend. My manger was out of town so I went in her place and won this thing. And it doesn’t stop there. I’ve been to multiple conventions where I want to meet youtubers or famous people and somehow I do it effortlessly. Like ask my friends I literally said one time, as we were leaving a con, how I was sad I didn’t get to see a youtuber before we left and we turned the corner to go to the parking garage and BOOM! That youtuber was there heading to the convention. Not to mention at my old job at the hotel I meet contless NBA players and singers all the time. Like you wanna meet someone famous hang out with me.

I took a class on Video editing because I wanted to try something new and maybe start a YouTube channel. But now that I took this class I actually want to try and shoot to be a video editor for The Dallas stars. Because I see the intermission videos at the games and think, I can easily do that, why am I not out there doing it. So that’s my goal for 2020. Have enough of a portfolio to try and get that rolling somewhere.

In this picture I was in Pittsburgh for a Stars game go figure and found a out door skating rink around a Christmas tree. I don’t like Christmas that much my family runied it for me but I love winter and all things related to it. And I’ve skating is one of my favorite things to do. And this moment was magical and the best part of the whole entire trip!

This picture is a double whammy because picking just 10 was hard. I’m putting this on here because I’m so proud of how far I’ve come at makeup. Like I’m not beauty guru good but I’m getting there. I love doing my makeup, especially eyeshadow, because it gives me a chance to show the world my artistic skills. And I loved this look especially because I wore it to pride. Because I’m bisexual 🏳️‍🌈

I love to travel! Especially spontaneous trips. When it comes to me and traveling I’m more of a go to the place you wanna go then figure out what you’re doing as you do it kind of person. Like my first major trip to Colorado I drove 9 hrs from Oklahoma to get there had no plans other than I have to be back in a week. In fact I was actually supposed to go to Arizona and Utah for the majority of that trip! I only went to Denver just to see the mountains. But I loved Colorado so much I stayed the whole week. I booked hotels as I went and even slept in my car on the way back. This picture was taken from my last trip to Colorado at the first of November And the only plan I had then was to go see the stars play, then I had five days to do whatever else i wanted.

& 9. I’m a proud mom of 5 beautiful fur babies who couldn’t all be in one picture because the cats hate the dogs! It’s actually a miracle that all three cats where in one photo and that happen today! In order from left to right you have Prowl the cats grey one shoes the oldest (10) and hates the dogs but love the other cats. He runs the show around here and my friends call him Mob boss. Next is Hope the youngest (2) she is also the most destructive cat I have ever had, in more ways than one. She chews on walls, scratches furniture, destroys blinds, she even scratched the cat tree so bad that she tore a hole in one of the posts and made it collapse. She’s also the only animal I’ve had that had to have a major surgery (she got he tail shut in a door and had to have 2” of it cut off). She likes the dogs though. But she also destructs the balance in this house. (We has two cats and two dogs. Two boys two girls, perfect balance before her) Because the cats next to her, Sparkel (5) hates her. They fight constantly so that’s why it’s a miracle they’re laying next to each other. Sparkle also tolerates the dogs from a distance. And now my puppies. The pure breed husky is named Sophie (6) she’s a husky in every way If you have huskies you know. She’s also the mom of the half husky half lab Snoopy (5) the happy accident. Snoopy is special. He’s the only animal I have had since birth and it might sound corny but we share a special bond because of it. He’s a certified service dog and an all around good boy that has the best worst traits of both of his breeds. If I could take him with me everywhere I would. And this section has gotten way to big so moving on to number 10 -

I’m a Stars fan.

And I’m currently mad at them right now so catch me waxing poetry about them on another day.

Yeah so as per usual I ranted long enought about myself.

So yeah, now is the part where I tag other people to do this thing. If you’ve done it before I’m sorry I don’t know who to tag so... @xr-ox @otter-solutions @darthbenn @bisexualtylerseguin @saucerfulofsins @my-adequate-blog @stupidsexyseguin @jakeoettinger @captainpetty @beckygs

#me myselfie and I #long post #personal #bless y’all for tagging me #hockey #sad yeehaw boys #this is my tag for when dallas looses #or #the stars at night are not big and bright

[angstalottle]

Hush Little Baby

(Takes place before the events of the au so can be read as a stand-alone)

(Happy Birthday @bibisarts one of my fav people in the world)

After leaving the army and focusing all his attention on Lance, Shiro found himself not leaving the house for more than an hour at a time.

Growing up he had always been very outdoorsy, him and his best friend Matt exploring the forest near their homes. Now, however, Shiro simply didn’t have time, looking after a baby while adjusting to being down a limb was a lot. He had gotten into a boring routine that consisted of never seeing sunlight and breathing stale air. Perhaps that was why Allura decided to take matters into her own hands. ——————- “Allura I really don’t think this is a good idea” Shiro looked nervous as Keith was placed in the back section of the baby carrier.

Shiro had never trusted those things, it seemed like you were just asking for your baby to be stolen right from your back while you carried him around like a backpack.

But Allura had insisted he be the one to carry both Keith and Lance since she broke her arm and was unable to carry her own son during their day trip.

“You're not getting out of this, I can't remember the last time you saw sunlight, it's not healthy to stay cooped up for so long, for you or Lance,” Allura smirked as she stepped away from Shiro in time to see him hold Lance a little closer.

The tiny baby was asleep against his chest seeming without a care in the world despite the fact that only half a year earlier he had been in a war zone.

“I just… I don't know if it's a good idea to be out somewhere so dangerous with Lance, what if he gets hurt or sick?” Shiro looked at Allura like they were standing at the gates of hell rather than the entrance to the local zoo.

“It's the zoo, Shiro, unless a lion escapes I think the kids will be fine” she laughed as Shiro pouted.

“Have you not seen the size of the wasps here?”

Allura continued to laugh as she took his hand and dragged him towards the entrance “well the two of you have already lived through something worse than little old wasps.”

Shiro let her drag him along “war?” slipping out before he could stop himself.

Allura turned around with a playful grin “Coran's cooking.”

That finally caused the tension to seep out of Shiro's shoulder as a snort escaped his mouth. “You got me there, I don't know how his poor little nephew Hunk can eat that stuff every weekend.”

“He is a strong resilient toddler, I'm sure he somehow passed that onto Lance.” Allura nodded towards the sleeping baby.

Hunk had been introduced to lance only a few weeks ago but the two had hit it off straight away. Lance had been left with Coran, while Shiro was driving Allura to the hospital for her arm, hr did not stop crying wanting only his daddy to be there and not the strange man with the orange mustache.

Then hunk toddler over and kissed him on the forehead saying “Its ok Lance, I'll protect you until Mer Shiro and Aunt Allura are home.”

By some miracle, his cries stopped and spent the rest of the evening babbling happily with Hunk.

Shiro hated to admit it, but he was kinda jealous of how easily a freaking toddler got his son to calm down while he had to spend hours holding him to avoid the quiet shattered by wails.

Shiro chuckled brushing a thumb across Lance’s soft brown hair “we can only hope so.”

The two fell into a comfortable silence as they wandered the zoo, Lance stayed asleep most of the time and Keith watched on with relative disinterest towards all the animals.

It wasn't until they got to the hippo enclosure did Keith really get excited.

So excited that he wiggled in his holder trying to get free.

“Now Keith you know you have to stay there” Allura chuckled snapping a few pictures as Keith reached his little hands out towards the large creatures squealing with delight whenever one got close enough.

“Somehow I think he's ignoring you” Shiro shot her a smile over his shoulder earning an eye roll in response.

“My little rebel, refusing to play by my rules huh?” Allura poked Keith in the stomach causing him to giggle. “A ticklish little rebel?” she used a teasing voice as she began to tickle him with her good hand.

Shiro while this was happening just stood there awkwardly looking down as Lance began to wake up.

His little blue eyes slowly opened and looked around, as if suddenly realising he wasn't at the home he knew those same eyes began to water.

“Shh shh its ok baby, daddy's here” Shiro hushed as he gently bounced Lance up and down hoping to avoid the waterworks.

However, he wasn't so lucky and only seconds later he began to cry hard and loud.

Keith quickly followed suit though more from alarm at the sudden noise than anything actually being wrong.

Shiro desperately tried to calm down his son, humming to him as he paced back and forth but nothing worked.

He was getting desperate when he remembered something Matt had told him always worked when his little sister was Lance’s age.

Without even giving Allura a clue as to what he was doing Shiro made his way to the entrance to the aquarium.

He didn't stop as she called his name or questioned why they were there.

Instead, he went straight into the shark tunnel.

As they stood in the middle of the tunnel and Lance continued to cry, Shiro thought maybe he had made a mistake.

Then the shark swam overhead.

It was only a small nurse shark that really wasn't that impressive, but in that instant Lance’s cries shut off and the baby stares mesmerised as the creature swarm above his head.

He began to babble and reach out his hands like he wanted to pet the predator.

“Looks like little Lance may have found his favourite animal.” Allua chuckled having at some point removed Keith from the holder and rested him on her hip.

“And here i was hoping it would be a lion” Shiro whispered almost afraid to break the trance the baby seemed to be in.

“Guess you’ll just have to buy him a new plush before we leave then.” Allura’s volume also dropped.

The group watched the shark in a silence only broken up by the joyous sounds of the two babies with them.

That night Shiro slept better than he had in months and Lance slept with both his lion Blue and his new shark also named Blue.

#langst #baby lance #baby keith #shiro #allura #im so tired

[lafiametta]

(for Day 8 of the 12 Days of Carnivale: “a time of miracles”)

[Jopson/Little, set in my modern office AU]

Tom couldn’t sleep.

Part of that, of course, could be explained by the man sound asleep next to him in his bed, curled onto his side with an arm flung halfway across Tom’s chest. 

Edward seemed comfortable, at least, his face freed from that furrowed, serious expression he wore so often in the waking hours. He looked softer now, more relaxed, those long boyish lashes fanning towards his cheeks. The bedroom lights were off, but his features were partially illuminated by the glow of lights from the Christmas tree spilling from the living room, even though the holiday had been over for nearly a week at this point.

Tom was a light sleeper, he always had been, and having someone else in bed with him tended to make things even trickier. But that was something he was definitely willing to deal with if it meant Edward staying over. It hadn’t been every night – they weren’t quite at that stage yet – but in the two weeks since the office holiday party, Edward had slept over at Tom’s more often than not, with the exception of the three days Tom had gone home to spend Christmas with his family. 

It had all happened so fast, after the Secret Santa thing. As the party had worn down, someone had come up with the idea of a bunch of them going for drinks at the bar around the corner, and Tom could tell that if he said yes Edward would come too. (Thankfully, Irving declined, citing a family engagement.) So they both went, and in between Hartnell buying everyone a second round of Jäger shots and Morfin’s drunken serenade to the long-suffering bartender, they found themselves outside on the sidewalk, ostensibly to get some air, even though it was freezing cold and Tom had started to lose some of the feeling in his fingers.

They had huddled near each other, theoretically for warmth, eventually inching closer than they had any real need to be. Until, of course, the moment when Edward had leaned over and kissed him. Tom’s face was nearly frozen solid, but Edward’s lips were warm (with just the slightest aftertaste of Jäger), and he smiled and pulled his hands from his coat pockets so he could curl them around the back of Edward’s neck. 

It hadn’t taken much to convince Edward to share a cab back to his place. And once they were finally alone, in the privacy of Tom’s apartment, they had been able to get up to all sorts of things in direct violation of HR’s non-fraternization policy. 

The thing was, Tom had had his eye on Edward for a while now, nodding hello to him in the morning when he came in, listening to him in meetings through Crozier’s half-open office door – and while he was pretty convinced the attraction was mutual, it was kind of hard to tell. Edward was fairly quiet and reserved, not given to the usual office small talk, which was why it had been nice to finally draw him into a conversation, even if it had only been about 70s music. And if Tom had suspected – and secretly fantasized – about what it would be like once Edward Little let go of just a bit of that stringent self-control, the reality of it was even hotter. 

He had almost become a fixture now in Tom’s apartment, and in his bed, that dark head of hair mussed into glorious disarray as it fell across the pillowcase.

So maybe losing a bit of sleep wasn’t that much of a sacrifice. 

He stared up at the ceiling, letting his thoughts wander as he tried to coax them back into drowsy quiet. Aside from the thing with Edward (and Tom was fine with letting it stay undefined for now, and simply enjoying it for what it was), there wasn’t much else on his mind, aside for his quick visit home for Christmas. It had been really good to see his mom and his brother – with the hours Crozier had him working, he didn’t always have time to visit that often – and get to celebrate the holiday, just the three of them. 

His brother had been in a good mood – he had just turned in the last of his college applications and now he was on a two week break from school – and his mom was in even better spirits, clearly proud of her youngest about to head off to school and thrilled to have both her sons with her for Christmas. At her insistence, they baked cookies and watched old movies, and on Christmas morning they opened presents in their pajamas, although Tom had stipulated that he needed at least a full cup of coffee before they started unwrapping anything. 

It was pretty amazing to see her like that, so excited and happy, and to know how far she had come in just two years. 

There were moments he had believed that she wouldn’t make it this far. 

Everything had started with the accident, of course. The other driver had been distracted (probably busy checking their phone or some other bullshit) and ran the red, immediately plowing right into them. His brother had been next to her, in the passenger seat, but all the airbags deployed and they both walked away from the crash, seemingly fine. But after a few weeks, her back started bothering her and there were doctor’s visits for pills, and then more and more pills: Vicodin and Percocet, eventually OxyContin. Tom hadn’t really been aware of how much she had been taking – she had been good about hiding it, and he had been so busy with work that he hadn’t been able to visit that much – and it was only later he found out how bad it had gotten, how she had moved on to occasional hits of fentanyl, somehow maintaining her habit while holding down two jobs and raising a teenage son. 

The absolute worst of it came – as it had to, eventually – one weekend in December, when had come home as a surprise and found her laying on the couch, unresponsive. His brother had been out with friends and there was no one else in the house, no one to wait with Tom as he counted the minutes for the paramedics to arrive, no one to sit with him on the vinyl upholstered bench seat in the back of the ambulance, no one to hold his hand as he begged and pleaded with whoever might possibly be listening to not let her die. 

Maybe someone was listening, maybe not. He wanted to think someone was. 

There was denial at first – as if the reality of what he had seen could possibly be denied – and then anger and tears and finally acceptance. She agreed to rehab, letting Tom’s aunt and uncle take temporary custody of his brother until she was ready, and it had taken almost a year, two treatment facilities, a halfway house, and a NA sponsor Tom wanted to nominate for sainthood to finally get her to where she was now. 

But there was always that question, that dread, lurking in the back of his mind – as he assumed it lurked in hers – was that really the end of it? Would the need ever get so strong again that she wouldn’t be able to resist? 

There wasn’t anyone he could tell, really, no one he could share these private fears with, certainly not with her and certainly not with his brother, who had already had to deal with far too much. And so Tom tried not to think about it too much, putting on his most cheerful face for when he saw them, doing his best to take each day as it came. 

“Can’t sleep?” 

Tom turned his head in the direction of the low voice and saw that Edward was awake, his dark eyes glinting in the low light of the room. 

“Just stuff on my mind, I guess,” Tom replied, as he stretched his legs out under the covers. 

The answer was vague and noncommittal, he knew, but it wasn’t as if he was expecting Edward to do much else beyond nod and go back to sleep.  

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Tom’s first instinct was to say no – perhaps not quite that directly, but to smile and find some way to gently decline the offer. Nobody needed to listen to him talk about things like that, especially not someone like Edward, who hadn’t signed up for hearing about all of Tom’s family issues when he decided to stay over. But there was something in Edward’s eyes, in the open, unguarded expression on his face that made Tom pause, because he realized, right at that moment, how much he really did want to talk about it.

And so he did. 

He told Edward everything: about his mother and his brother and his life growing up, about the accident and the pills and the couch and the disinfectant smell of her hospital room where he had waited for her to wake up. He told him about visit back home, and how proud he was of her, even as he was afraid, and guilty too, for allowing himself to doubt her when he considered the possibility of her relapsing.  

“It’s just hard sometimes, you know,” he said, “being alone with all of it.”

Edward was quiet – he hadn’t said much as Tom was talking, but had laid there next to him, listening patiently – and then reached up, letting his fingers graze along the line of Tom’s jaw. 

“You don’t have to be alone with it.” Edward swallowed roughly, pressing his lips together. “Not if you don’t want to be. Not anymore.”

Everything went still for a moment, even Tom’s heart, which he could feel in the deepest, most tender recess of his chest, although what it was trying to tell him, he wasn’t even sure. He watched as the Christmas tree lights from the living room glowed soft pink, blue, yellow, green across Edward’s bare skin, and then Tom turned and gently rolled over him, their lips meeting in a tiny miracle of light and breath and heat.

#the terror amc #the terror #12daysofcarnivale #fanfiction #thomas jopson #edward little #jopson x little #au #drug use cw #overdose cw #joplittle

[writeforself]

Ralph x Reader

Warning : Angst, Swearing

A/N : So I decided to try to write with lyrics from a song this time. Hope it is doing ok. And I’m writing Angst again. I will try to write fluff when I am capable of it ;p Again thank you for reading, feel free to ask anything. And thanks for the following SONG : Noah Gundersen - Empty From The Start

Stars falling from the sky Buildings burning all the time Tall rivers running wild Stretching out for miles and miles

Another restless night in Detroit. Although the government had came to agreement to recognize androids as a new form of intellectual species, the discriminations and violences towards androids still happen all around the country. It takes a long time for people to change the way they think. The androids didn’t expect human to change over night, they didn’t expect the violence will just disappear. Yet it still hurts when they heard news of androids being attacked, or even being killed.

Ralph was walking on the street of Detroit that afternoon. He was returning home from his favorite garden shop. The shop owner is always nice to him, and he can always greet his fellow WR600 working at that shop. Holding his new toys, he couldn’t wait to go home to share with you his newest project, miniature bonsai. He had been researching on bonsai ever since you told him about you love toward these tiny things. He imagined the expression you might have, the smile, the gasp, the hug, and the non-stop “thank you”. He couldn’t help but giggled.

On his way back, he found out he had wandered into the neighborhood where you first found him. The elevated railway, the 24 hrs store across the street, the stores with “no androids” sign still hanging at the gates, and the old abandoned house where he met Kara, Alice, and you. He went around the fence to check out the house. Nothing much had changed, the windows were still boarded. The ragged fabric hanging beside the window could still be seen flying loosely inside. New life had grown between the wooden walkway outside the house. And there are garbages and syringes scattered in the corner of the yard. He walked around to another side of the house, discovered the door to the courtyard behind the house was opened. Ralph was scared, but curious.

I think I heard a good man say God is love and love has made us But have you seen the news today I have and I think God has gone away If he was even there anyway

Then he went into the courtyard, carefully treading the ground, not to make a sound. No one was around at this time, so no one saw him. The scrap car lay silently in the courtyard, the door on one side hanging in the air with a broken window. He hesitantly walked toward the fence behind the broken house, where Kara said she scratched herself months ago. The gap of the fence seemed bigger than the last time he saw it, though he wasn’t sure about it because he left with you during a dark night to avoid being seen. He carefully put the bag of goods across the fence, and crawled through slowly. What is he doing here? He asked himself. Maybe it was out of nostalgia. He remembered the excitement when he found that animal for Alice, the guilt he realized he was scaring Kara and Alice, the relief and worry when the police actually left him to chase Kara. He remembered that night, when he felt so guilty, he just stood in the empty kitchen of the house, muttered to himself. And heard you went in the house, tired, sitting on the floor with head buried between your knees. You were crying.

Ralph went on further. When he realized he was standing at the door. Something suddenly struck his mind. He remembered, he left something here. The small plant that he grew from scraps and nurtured when he was here all alone. He left it there because he was in a hurry, he abandoned it.  At that moment, he quickly opened the door and ran in to the kitchen. Nothing was there, only disappointment, and the a counter full of garbages.

“Anyone there?”

Footsteps coming down from upstair, a husky sound of male yelling toward downstair. Ralph froze. “Stupid Ralph, stupid.” He scolded himself, eyes filled with tears. He wanted to run straight toward the door, and back to you as fast as he can. But he just froze. Standing in the kitchen, he could hear the footsteps getting closer, and closer. There were more than one people.

“Ralph has to go, he must go home.”

“Look what we have here.”

Two men, standing in front of the kitchen door. Ralph was shaking, he remembered the night he was tortured, he recalled the awfulness of human.

Cause anyone that tells you they were born good is lying We're just born and we are dying And I know it's been said But mothers be good to your daughters And when they're older sons be good to your fathers This is all we have, this is all we are Blood and bones, no holy ghost Empty from the start

“Can’t even have a good time with these fucking androids fucking around.”

One of the man cursed, they surrounded Ralph by the fireplace. Ralph trembled helplessly, and squeezed the plastic bag on his hands. “Ralph has to go home.” He muttered to himself.

“Looks like this android have something for us.” One of the man stepped forward, trying to take away the bag in Ralph’s hands.

“No, that’s Ralph’s!” He cried.

“You better let go you little shit.” Another man yelled, with a knife in his hand.

“No!” Ralph cried.

He eventually let go of the  bag, and looked away. The two men laughed, one still holding the knife toward Ralph, another one checking the content inside the bags. With the rustling sound of the plastic bag, the man scoffed. “Nothing in this, just same shitty small pot.”

Then he threw the bag on the ground, the sound of porcelain pots breaking echoed around the abandoned house. The LED light on Ralph’s temple had been flickering restlessly since he heard the sound of these two men. It’s a dangerous red. But he couldn’t fight back. No. He had no weapons, and he was terrified. How he wished he was the one holding the knife.

“Well, least we can get something from this android.”

The man with the knife said. Another replied. “How much do you think we can get by selling the scraps of this thing.”

“No, no, no, no, no.” Ralph was trembling. “Ralph has to go home, [Y/N] is waiting for Ralph. Ralph has surprise for her.”

There's nothing you can do, honey There's nothing you could do that would save me There's nothing you can do, honey Nothing you can do, but lately I don't mind, cause I been finding The only thing worth loving more than me is loving you “Hey back off!”

Someone was here, shouting from the door. The voice was shaking.

The two men turned their back to Ralph, then they just laughed. Ralph raised his head, and he saw you, standing there, with a spraying can on your hand. The LED light turned yellow.

“Bitch what you want?”

“Yeh, you think that little can scares us?”

The man wielded the knife in his hand, another man picked up a old wood board laid near him. Their tone full of contempt. “Ok, what about this?”

Then you pulled out a gun. None of them saw this coming, even for Ralph, he was in shock. For a while the LED light turned red again.

“Fuck this bitch crazy!”

You slowly walked toward the three, and could see the two men was slowly backing away from another side. When you finally reached Ralph, with the gun still pointing at the two men, they had arrived at the front door. Once they arrived they ran outside as fast as they could. You could hear them trying to climb out from the fence and falling on the hard sidewalk on the other side.

Then you put down the gun, sighed with relief. You noticed the small pieces of the broken porcelain on the ground before you turned and checked on Ralph.

The LED was still red.

“Hey, hey, Ralph, don’t worry… “

You tried to comfort him. When your hand lay on his shoulder, you could feel the tense but also saw the LED turned yellow. “This is fake, you see.” Showing him the mark of the toy gun you whispered to him.

The LED turned blue. He hugged you and cried. “Ralph is sorry. Ralph made a mistake, he shouldn’t come here. Ralph should just go straight back to [Y/N]”

You felt the warm tears on your neck. You gently pet on his back, trying to calm him down. It was a miracle you found him. You were at home, wondering the whereabouts of Ralph.Then you saw the plants you hide in the corner of the room. You came back to this abandoned house one night to take it, wanted it to be as a surprise to Ralph. And you tried to think of the route from your home to the garden shop. How could you not remember the abandoned house was on the way between the two places? You then grab a bag, packed with some self-defence tools, and ran as fast as you could. Thank god you came here on time.

“No, Ralph has done nothing wrong. Don’t worry.” You put the fake gun in your bag and hugged him. “I’m sorry Ralph, I should’ve went with you.”

How could you let him walk alone on the street. Even if he’s so bright and brave, bad things could still happen, especially during these days.

I get stuck staring at the past I get stuck looking at the future through the looking glass Time is gone when time was slow This time is all you have and now it's gone but now you know And I hope you see A picture of me in your pocket when I'm gone away And I will do the same for you To truly love someone is the closest I have come to truth

“No, no, Ralph wanted to surprise [Y/N] with gift.”

He gently let go of your embrace and picked up the broken porcelain you saw earlier on the ground. His hands shaking, trying to put every bits of the fragments back into the plastic bag. You kneeled down to pick the fragments with him, silently observing his face. The fear in his eyes, the tear marks. After finishing picking up the fragments, he put the bag on the table near you, and took out a small pocket book from his backpack.

“Ralph wants to make [Y/N] these small bonsai, as a surprise.”

He handed the book to you, it’s a guidebook for miniature bonsai you showed him months ago. You heart melted. And he continued. “[Y/N] seems so tired recently, Ralph wants to make these and cheer her up.”

You watched his face covered his guilt. You hate when your emotion is shown and affects the other. “It’s not your fault.” You wanted to say it to Ralph, but the words just stuck in your throat, and tears filling up your eyes. Then you hugged him again, with the warmest and the most sincere way you could think of. “I love you Ralph…” You whispered under your breathes. Then you let go, and quickly wiped away your tears. You smiled and said.

“Let’s go back to the garden shop before it closes!”

A wide smile spread across Ralph’s face. He grabbed your hand and started running.

“Come on! Ralph will lead the way!”

#dbh ralph x reader #dbh ralph #dbh #detroit become human #ralph x reader #ma boi

[yourcoolfriendwithallthecandy]

My submission for day 5 of @ravus-week under the everyone lives AU- but this one is also a modern Hospital AU and Coffee shop AU all rolled into one. This is actually a slightly different twist than my Magic and Miracles high school AU because there’s lots of similarities between the two. Because that also features Sylva owning a hospital. But with this one, his father is still alive and a doctor too instead of an artist like he was in M and M. And under these circumstances Ravus is a precious awkward sweetheart of a nerd because he’s had his family and ‘kingdom’ never stripped from him and it’s crazy how different people can turn out when you don’t rip everything they hold dear from them at a young age. 

Rated PG only because of a little bit of language and some kissing and things at the end. Also featuring Ravus/Selena pairing. 

Ravus Week- Hospital CEO AU/Coffee shop AU/EVERYONE LIVES AU

Ravus stood in line at the cafe in the hospital’s lobby as he patiently waited for his favorite barista Selena. She was currently taking orders and dodging all the flirtatious comments made by the other male patrons, mostly the other doctors, nurses, staff and the like who he knew had wives but who flirted shamelessly anyway. But Ravus could only partially blame them. Selena Ulric was the sweetest and most beautiful barista this cafe had ever had and her smile was brighter and warmer than sunshine itself. On her days off, he never even got coffee here because he had a Keurig in his office that he tended to use but even he couldn’t resist her. At least he had the decency to not outright flirt with her while she was at work. Not that he would even have a clue what he was doing if he even tried anyway. He was hopeless when it came to flirting and girls.

“Good morning Dr. Nox Fleuret, the usual this morning?” Selena asked cheerfully when it was his turn as she grabbed a large cup and her pen to write down his usual order which never over the course of the whole year she had been waiting on him- had ever changed. Not since he had come back from college and medical school and started working here full time with his parents, his mother especially, who owned the hospital. His little sister Lunafreya had just gotten accepted into the same medical school he had just graduated early from.“Yes please, thank you Miss Ulric.” Ravus nodded in confirmation with a shy smile as she punched the order in without having to look at the screen.

“So how’s Luna liking medical school?” Selena asked as she started to make his order herself, trading stations with her co-worker as she quickly grabbed the best looking muffin and snagged a raspberry macaroon and put them into a little pastry bag and handed that to him first so he could eat the macaroon while he waited for her to make his coffee order. He did notice, however, that over the course of the year, that she personally made his order, he had always thought she knew who he was and was afraid anyone else would get it wrong and that was why she tended to do to not just take his order, but fill it personally herself every time. She never seemed to do that with anyone else though, not that he noticed anyway.  

“Oh she’s getting overwhelmed I think. She said she was a disaster with drawing blood, she blew five veins.” Ravus revealed and Selena made a grimace that Ravus found completely adorable and couldn’t help but chuckle before he stopped himself, he had the most ridiculous and annoying laugh in his own opinion. “It’s ok, I blew eight the first time we did labs.” Ravus admitted as he finished his macaroon and fished a twenty out of his wallet to put in the tip jar, happy that he was usually the highest tipper at least, partially because of how much he liked and admired her and partially because she always gave him extra mocha flavoring without ever charging him for it and filled his cups to the point of overflowing, which he appreciated.

“Yikes,” Selena laughed as she continued to put his coffee order together before she overflowed his coffee cup again and had to take a towel to wipe it off real quick before she put the lid on. “Remind me to never let you draw my blood.” Selena teased which got Ravus to bark a loud deep belly laugh and one that he immediately clamped his hand over his mouth to stop. God it was like he was part Goofy. Hy-yuck! But it got her to laugh too so it couldn’t be all bad. Her laugh was beautiful and melodic and music to his ears.

“Hey now, I’ve gotten better, a tiny bit.” Ravus playfully defended himself.

“Sure you have,” Selena playfully jabbed before she finished his order and handed it to him.

“Do you think you’ll need your usual at three too?” Selena asked curiously and Ravus could have sworn she seemed almost hopeful but quickly stamped that down. She couldn’t have been. He was reading too much into this, like he felt he always did.  

“Probably, it’s quarter report day so chances are I’ll be back at noon also.” Ravus informed her and couldn’t help but smile when her whole being lit up at that too but he couldn’t figure out why.

“Well I’ll see you then- then.” Selena nodded as she snorted a laugh at her own choice of words as she blushed and couldn’t help but smile bashfully.

“Yup, see you then,” Ravus nodded and took his coffee and went up to his office.

At noon Sylva and Ravus stood in line to get their afternoon coffee and Sylva frowned when she witnessed so many of her male employees and co-workers flirt with Selena to the point Selena was visibly uncomfortable but had to put on a smile for the sake of customer service. It was ticking Sylva off that it was borderline sexual harassment.

“Does this happen all the time?” Sylva asked her son.

“What, the line?” Ravus asked in confusion as he looked up from his phone.

“No, that all the men harass Selena.” Sylva clarified.

“Uh, well all the guys flirt with her...” Ravus admitted as his blush darkened.

“No, that’s beyond flirtation, that’s harassment. That poor girl. Do you ever do anything about it?” Sylva asked her son and Ravus blushed even harder and ducked his head as he shamefully shook his head ‘no’.  

“I’ve wanted to but I never know what to say or how to help, this isn’t high school or college where I could outright punch someone for crossing the line.” Ravus confessed to his mother, dropping his voice to a low murmur.

“Well then you’re going to learn how to help.” Sylva insisted as she grabbed her son’s hand and drug him to the front of the line, dropping his hand when he was able to keep up with her.

“Dr. Liben, did I just hear you proposition my favorite barista when you already have a wife and daughter her age?” Sylva called out loudly and angrily as she stood next to him and crossed her arms over her chest and fixed him with a hard look and an angry snarl that had Dr. Liben’s color drain from his face as well as every other guy behind him breathe in sharply while their eyes went wide as they witnessed this. Oh fuck, Selena was Sylva’s favorite barista? Oh they all needed to behave then. Sylva’s wrath when protecting people she deemed worthy and seemed to adopt- knew no bounds. She would start, fight and win any war if it came to protecting people, especially younger people who were about her children’s age and younger.

“N-no, no, of course not.” Dr. Liben stuttered as he looked at his boss in subtle horror and Ravus caught Selena’s breath of relief.

“You know there is a coffee maker in the doctor’s lounge, I suggest you learn how to use it or learn some manners, respect and how to properly express professional courtesy or you, me, HR and the legal committee could always get reacquainted with section 14 of the manual on sexual harassment in the work place this afternoon.” Sylva put to Dr. Liben pointedly as his eyes grew wide and he gulped.

“No, no, that’s alright, the- the coffee maker in the lounge is fine.” Dr. Liben answered.

“Good, don’t forget to leave a tip and apologize for your inexcusable behavior.” Sylva reminded him as she looked from him to the tip jar and back at him pointedly.

“Yes, yes of course.” Dr. Liben stuttered and took out a twenty dollar bill and stuffed in into the tip jar and quickly and sincerely apologized to Selena before he walked away with his last cup of coffee he would probably have from the cafe.

“Selena, I know you have my number, please use it. Please don’t ever feel you have to put up with any of that, especially for the sake of customer service.” Sylva gently and softly urged Selena with all the warmth and gentleness she would use with her own children.

“Ok.” Selena nodded in understanding with an appreciative smile to both Ravus and Sylva.

“Well we’ll get back in line.” Sylva said.

“No need,” Selena shook her head no and handed Sylva and Ravus their preferred afternoon coffee orders that she had been working on while Sylva had been ‘chatting’ with Dr. Liben. “On the house, thank you so much for your help.” Selena smiled appreciatively before Sylva and Ravus both put twenty bucks each into the tip jar.

“Ravus, I suggest you give Miss Ulric your business card with all your numbers on it so that she can call you if she ever has another situation like that that will need to be handled.” Sylva suggested to Ravus.

“Yes of course.” Ravus nodded and put his coffee down on the counter and got a pen and wrote down on the back of his business card- his cell phone number.

“Here, call me if you ever need help with... anything.” Ravus offered to Selena as he slid the business card towards her across the surface of the counter.

“Thank you Dr. Nox Fleuret.” Selena smiled as she took it and smiled at the handsome picture of him on the business card.

“Ravus, feel free to call me Ravus.” Ravus clarified as he gestured to himself.

“Selena,” Selena nodded and smiled brightly again bit her bottom lip out of habit and Sylva blinked in surprise as she looked from her son to her favorite barista as her own grin grew scheming. There was something there after all! How long had there been something going on between her son and Selena?! Oh her husband was going to have a field day when he found out his efforts to get his son together with Selena hadn’t been for naught. And here she thought her husband had just been a wild goose chase with that.

“So how come you’ve never thought to intervene before?” Sylva questioned her son as they walked to the elevators.

“I didn’t know I could Mother.” Ravus answered as he sipped his coffee carefully.

“Well now that you do, will you?” Sylva asked as the elevator doors opened and she and her son stepped inside before Ravus hit the floor where their offices were.

“Absolutely.” Ravus confirmed with a nod as the elevator doors shut.

“And how long have you liked her for?” Sylva asked slyly.

“Since I started working here...hey!” Ravus realized as Sylva finally gave into her own giggle.

“So why haven’t you asked her out?” Sylva asked as she angled herself towards her son.

“Because she’s at work. It’s inappropriate.” Ravus answered, knowing that was the ‘right’ answer and Sylva raised a challenging brow at that and simply waited for her son to give his real answer.

“I don’t know, maybe she has a boyfriend already, I’m probably not her type. I don’t want her to think I’m just like all the other guys. Plus I sincerely doubt you or Father would approve.” Ravus rattled off all the excuses he had given himself for not asking her out.

“Oh my God, Ravus, you’re a grown man, you don’t need my approval or your father’s approval for anything anymore, especially something like this. There is nothing wrong with her or her line of work if that’s what you’re getting at and she’s a sweetheart, why wouldn’t we approve? Plus you could always ask her when she’s not on the clock and ask in such a way so that she could always say no without giving any reason for that ‘no’.” Sylva asked. “Or are those just the excuses you give yourself?” Sylva questioned.

“I don’t know, I don’t think she likes me, she’s nice to me because she has to be, it’s her job, I shouldn’t read into it, plus, I don’t know how keenly aware you are of the fact that I’m awkward Mother.” Ravus confessed as he swirled the coffee around in his cup and stared at the lid like it had all the answers to his problems. “You know I’ve never been good with girls. She’s so pretty and I’m not even average looking. She deserves better.” Ravus mumbled and Sylva couldn’t help but huff a little through her nose. Leave it to her son, the ‘genius’ to not pick up on subtle social cues and notice when a girl is into him. No wonder he had never dated in high school or college, girls probably tried to throw themselves at him but he was too oblivious to notice them.

“Ravus, tomorrow, after she gets off of work, you should ask her out, don’t ask her out to coffee, ask her out to dinner or even lunch if you don’t want it to be that formal. Take her somewhere nice, but not too nice where she would feel uncomfortable. Oh, actually take her out to…” Sylva began as she pulled her phone out and pulled up her notes because Selena often gave Sylva really good advice on where to go get lunch from.  

“Take her to The Purple Pig. That’s her favorite bistro, she loves the five layers of happiness sandwich, make sure she doesn’t eat just a salad. Talk, be charming, make her laugh.” Sylva specified.

“Mother how could I possibly ask her out after the example you just made out of Dr. Liben?” Ravus asked.

“Because you never have, you probably don’t even flirt with her do you?” Sylva asked.

“No, it would be inappropriate, clearly.” Ravus repeated and ducked his head again as the elevator doors opened and they walked back to their offices. ‘That and I wouldn’t know how.’ Ravus admitted in his head.

“Yet I doubt that’s why you never have. Ravus, your father and I have always encouraged to go after what you want. If you want to go out with her. All you have to do is ask, the worst that could happen is she tells you no and you learn to drink only Keurig coffee.” Sylva urged before she left to go back into her own office where her takeout had just been delivered.

Ravus barely got any of his work done and before he knew it, it was already 3:35.

“Fuck, I missed her.” Ravus hissed to himself in realization, knowing that Selena went home at 3:30. Maybe she was running late again today. He got up and quickly jogged to the elevator and mashed on the down button before the elevator doors opened to reveal Selena standing there with a cup of coffee, dressed in a hoodie as her apron was already off like she was on her way home for the day.  

“Hello Ravus, did you forget something?” Selena asked as she offered him the cup.

“Yes! Oh my God, bless you for remembering, my day just..got away from me, I thought I missed you, you didn’t have to bring it all the way up to me. Thank you so much though.” Ravus said as he gratefully took it from her.

“You’re welcome.” Selena nodded before the elevator’s doors began to close.

“Wait!” Ravus said and shoved his hand between the doors to keep them from closing as Selena reached for the button to keep the doors open too.

“Um, I know the scene my mother made earlier about the harassment thing and all and I should probably get reported for this but um, would you, if you didn’t already have plans, um, like to go get lunch with me sometime?” Ravus asked as he fought to look up and look her in the eye as he asked that and felt like blubbering idiot for not being more smooth with his delivery.

“Why not dinner?” Selena asked as she tried to bite her bottom lip again to keep herself from smiling so wide her face would split in half.

“Dinner, dinner would be great too, uh, just name the time and place.” Ravus put to her.

“I’m free tonight.” Selena offered.

“That works, I’ll probably be working till six though.” Ravus realized.

“Ok, we can meet at seven then.” Selena suggested.

“Perfect, um, want to go to the Pig? The Purple Pig I mean?” Ravus asked, tripping all over his damn self.

“Sounds great, I’ll meet you there, see you in a little bit.” Selena smiled brightly that was immediately mirrored by Ravus too.

“See you then, have a great afternoon, I can’t wait.” Ravus said before the doors closed again, Selena waiving a little as they did, Ravus waiving dumbly back as his heart soared.

“Yes!” Ravus cheered once the doors shut and the elevator began to descend again.

“What?” Abbey, Sylva’s assistant asked when she heard him.

“Is my Mother busy?” Ravus asked as he came running around the corner to see her, careful not to spill his afternoon coffee.

“She shouldn’t be.” Abbey gestured to Sylva’s door and Ravus came into his mother’s office.

“Guess what?!” Ravus crooned when he came into his mother’s office to see her going over paperwork too.

“Chicken butt.” Sylva snickered and laughed even harder when Ravus gave her an unimpressed look.

“I have a date.” Ravus revealed.

“Really? You asked her out already?” Sylva asked as she noticed the coffee cup in his hand and noticed there was Selena’s name and phone number written on the cup along with something else written on it too.  

“Yeah, I totally lost track of time and forgot to go down to get my 3 o’clock coffee and she brought me this after her shift ended. Isn’t that sweet? So we’re meeting tonight at 7 at the Purple Pig.” Ravus proudly informed his mother.

“Oh good! Don’t forget to put her number in your phone.” Sylva reminded him.

“What? I don’t have her number.” Ravus shook his head no and frowned in confusion.

“That’s not her phone number on the sleeve of the cup?” Sylva asked as she pointed to it.

“Huh?” Ravus said as he held the cup differently and turned the cup around before he found the number written on the sleeve as well as a simple question asking him out written in her handwriting before he lit up again and Sylva laughed again. Her son was like a nerdy golden retriever sometimes.

“Well good, I’ll make sure you’re out of here by no later than five.” Sylva urged.

“Oh our date isn’t until 7.” Ravus shook his head.

“Yeah, trust me, you’ll need the extra time, go home, get cleaned up and get her some flowers, and not from the gift shop here. Go to an actual florist and put something together for her. And don’t forget to make a reservation.” Sylva reminded her son before she turned back to her paperwork as Ravus got back up from the chair he had sunk into before leaving his mother’s office.

“And don’t forget to have fun.” Sylva added as he left her office.

“Yes Mother,” Ravus sighed in mock resignation.

By 4:30, Ravus was a sweaty nervous wreck, he had gotten absolutely nothing done that was work related. He had called ahead and made a reservation at the restaurant and then spent half an hour pouring over their menu online and then spent the remaining time looking up the meanings of different flowers. He skipped out of work and went home and took another shower and shaved again and got dressed in slightly dressy casual clothes. He went to the florist his father had always went to and had Mr. Gray help him put something together. Nothing really big but something really nice that was really beautiful that smelled amazing and that meant something should she be so inclined to read into it.

He went to the restaurant by 6:45 and fidgeted with the buttons on his sleeves of his button down shirt as he kept an eye on the door. Just as his beer got served to him did Selena come in through the door, right at 7 and looking more beautiful than Ravus had ever seen her looking before. Because she came to work so early, her hair was always put up into a pony tail or a messy bun and she never wore makeup. But now, her hair was down in soft curls and her makeup was done and she was looking particularly gorgeous and it took Ravus’ breath away. She scanned the room and Ravus waived at her before she came over and sat down.

“Hi,” Selena greeted cheerfully as she sat down across from him.

“Hi,” Ravus breathed before he remembered he got her flowers. “Here, these are for you.” Ravus offered her the flowers.

“Oh, thank you so much.” Selena beamed as she took them and smelled them. Making a pleased hum as she did so.

“Hey Selena, what can I get you to drink?” Crowe asked as she was their waitress.

“Oh, uh, could I get my favorite please? Thanks Crowe.” Selena smiled cheekily at Crowe when she saw Ravus was drinking a beer.

“You got it, want your fave as an app too?” Crowe instigated.

“Actually could we do a tasting menu please?” Ravus suggested and Crowe and Selena blinked in surprise at that before they gave each other a meaningful but agreeable look.

“Sure thing,” Crowe nodded and wrote that down and left again with their menus.

“So you come here often?” Ravus asked Selena when Crowe left as he noted they must have known each other.  

“I work here,” Selena huffed a laugh as she took a sip of her water.

“Oh! We could have gone somewhere else, I just, my mom told me you liked a sandwich here, that’s why I thought you’d like it here.” Ravus explained.

“It’s ok, I love the food here, I work here just on the weekends as a bar tender.” Selena informed him.

“Oh, awesome,” Ravus nodded before the two of them fell into a very easy conversation before the first of the appetizers were brought out along with Selena’s favorite drink which wasn’t even on the menu and Ravus seemed to notice how Crowe wasn’t even waiting on any other tables and seemed to be low key lurking around their table and watching them when she wasn’t in the kitchen. He then also noticed two different guys look through the little window of the doors to the kitchen every once in a while after each new plate was brought in. Maybe they were just protective friends? Seemed reasonable.

“What do you keep looking at?” Selena asked as she noticed Ravus’ line of sight deviate from her every so often.

“Two guys keep staring in our direction at the door to the kitchen.” Ravus softly informed her.

Selena turned and looked and just as she did two figures ducked from the window and huffed through her nose.

“Please excuse me for a moment.” Selena excused herself from the table and walked straight to the kitchen and pointed at the two figures when they reappeared in the window before they hung their heads in defeat that they got caught.

“Really?! Snooping on me on my first date?!” Selena demanded from her brother Nyx and his best friend who might as well be her brother too- Libertus, once the door was shut and she put her hands on her waist.

“Why didn’t you tell us you were on a date?” Nyx asked.

“Because you’re not my keeper! Besides I told Crowe and she’s our waitress and keeping an eye on us anyway. She’s not even waiting any other tables. She hovers us like the hawk she is!” Selena explained. “Look, Ravus is special ok, he was the only guy at work who didn’t flirt with me, to the point I didn’t think he even liked me and I practically had to ask him out on this date. He’s sweet and kind and his father has been trying to get us together ever since I started working there two years ago now. He’s the one I keep messing up his order because I’m too distracted by his gorgeous face and he’s never once complained. So we’re ok, chances are, he’s not even going to try to kiss me or make a move because he was raised to be respectful and polite. He hasn’t even tried to hold my hand or anything.” Selena explained.

“Is there a problem?” Crowe asked as she came into the kitchen.  

“Is he ok?” Selena asked Crowe worriedly.

“Yeah, he’s fidgeting like crazy though.” Crowe answered.

“With his buttons?” Selena asked and Crowe nodded. “Nervous habit, I should go make sure he knows everything is fine, so y'all can chill-ax, I’m fine, everything is ok.” Selena reassured everyone before she left and returned to the table where Ravus was trying really hard to keep it together and remain calm and not freak out.  

“Sorry about that.” Selena apologized.

“No, it’s ok, they’re probably just protective right?” Ravus guessed.

“Very, overprotective. But don’t worry about it ok? This is fun, I’m having fun at least, are you?” Selena reassured him and Ravus nodded yes.

“Good,” Selena smiled brightly and noticed he stopped fidgeting with his buttons, he did that the first six months he started getting coffee from the cafe and his dad had explained to her that it was his nervous habit so whenever she got him comfortable enough around her to not do that she took that as a victory.

The rest of the date was amazing and Selena found herself enjoying his company a lot more than she thought she would and wondered how on earth he had managed to stay single all this time.

“You know your dad told me you were usually pretty awkward and I can see you’ve been trying really hard not to be,” Selena noted as she tried to compliment him but it came out wrong, like most everything she tried to say to him that wasn’t coffee related, why was she like this?

“You can tell huh?” Ravus’ eyes fell as he picked at the food on his plate. Shit- he thought he was doing so good she wouldn’t notice how helplessly awkward he felt all night as Selena wanted to face palm herself.

“No, that’s not a bad thing, I’m not complaining or anything. Sorry, I was trying to compliment you and it came out wrong. I’m usually very awkward too and I’m trying really really hard not to be either and obviously I just failed and inserted my entire foot into my mouth.” Selena confessed as her whole face flushed and wasn’t surprised when Ravus’ head lifted and he looked at her in confusion.

“No you’re not,” Ravus gently argued.

“Really? Do you know that even though I try every weekday to make your coffee, I mess up more than I’ve gotten it right? Have you ever noticed how you always seemed to have too much mocha flavoring or the milk is practically scalding or I have to wipe down the cup because I always seem to overfill it?” Selena revealed.

“I just thought that was normal. I actually like it when you put in too much mocha flavoring and thought you were just trying to give me my monies worth.” Ravus admitted and Selena blushed and shook her head.

“Nope, honestly I just get so distracted by your gorgeous face I completely forget how to do my job. My coworkers keep a tally, they stopped keeping track after I broke a hundred times messing up your coffee.” Selena confessed and ducked her head to have her hair hide her embarrassed face as she couldn’t help but laugh.

“Nuh uh, the only people to ever call me handsome have been my parents and my sister and they’re biased.” Ravus countered disbelievingly as he shook his head no.

“Doesn’t mean they’re wrong.” Selena practically sang as she finished her drink before dessert was finally brought.

“Wait, you’re serious? You think I’m handsome?” Ravus asked point blank after Crowe left again, not being able to get over the fact that a girl who he wasn’t related to thought he was handsome.

“Gorgeous. And yes I do, very much so.” Selena insisted.

“Has your drink been tampered with?” Ravus asked as he pointed to it and Selena had to laugh even harder. Oh he was precious.  

“I’m positive my drink has not been tampered with, I’m not crazy or delusional or running a fever or anything like that, my judgment is not impaired in any way, ask me tomorrow and my answer will be the same.” Selena reassured him and tried to stamp down her giggle as he seemed to consider that revolutionary thought for a long moment.

“It’s not a joke and I’m not kidding either and no- you’re not dreaming, yes I’m absolutely sure.” Selena added before she stuffed her mouth with cheesecake when he seemed to open his mouth to argue again before he closed it again and looked at her a little more puzzled that she seemed to have read his mind again as she smiled victoriously over her slightly bulging cheeks as she chewed and Ravus wanted to just stand up and kiss her beautiful, precious and adorable face.

“Ok I don’t get it.” Ravus finally admitted before he dug into the cheesecake too.

“Don’t get what?” Selena asked over her still full mouth, putting her hand over her mouth so he wouldn’t see her half chewed food.

“Why you agreed to go out with me.” Ravus clarified as he just continued to look over at her in confused amusement.

“Oh I’ve wanted to go out with you for a year now and been trying to give you subtle hints and I don’t think you picked up on any of them. Your dad has been trying to get us to go out for two years, ever since I started working at the hospital. He’s told me all about you, how you’re usually shy and awkward and how you fidget with your buttons on your sleeves when you’re nervous, how you graduated Harvard summa cum loude and got your four year degree in just under two, how you went to NYMC and got your six year doctorate in less than three years, also summa cum loude, and how you graduated high school early with highest honors too. That you live on coffee and textbooks and how you just turned 21 just a couple of months ago yet you’ve never been the party type or the dating type because you have a hard time connecting with people but yet you have no trouble with empathy or sensitivity.” Selena listed off as Ravus’ jaw subtly dropped.

“Your father is obviously very proud of you and your accomplishments.” Selena surmised. “Ok so to even the odds, would you like to know more about me so we’re a bit more even?” Selena asked and Ravus nodded yes breathing out a breath of relief as he mentally made a note to talk to his father that night or even tomorrow, but right now he needed to focus on her and what she was saying and even after Ravus paid and even tipped Crowe a very generous tip, they stayed and talked until it was almost closing time and Selena began to go sleepy and her eyes started to droop as she started blinking slower and slower and more often.  

“We should probably call it a night.” Selena decided once she looked over at the clock.

“Probably,” Ravus nodded in agreement as he got up and was pleasantly when she took his hand and walked with him out of the restaurant.

“So where’s your car?” Ravus asked as he paused outside of the restaurant but didn’t want to let go of her hand just yet, he loved how their hands fit together and loved the feeling of just holding her hand.

“Right over there, care to walk me to it?” Selena asked, not wanting to let go of his hand either.

“Sure,” Ravus agreed and started walking with her.

“So I had a lot of fun tonight, can we go out again?” Selena asked curiously.  

“Yes please, just, again, name the time and place and I’ll make myself available.” Ravus answered.

“Well I don’t really get a lunch but I love brunch and I usually go to the Broken Egg cafe around 10:30 for my break, would you like to go with me?” Selena asked hopefully.

“Yes, I’d love to.” Ravus confirmed.

“Could I kiss you?” Selena asked and Ravus nodded again before he kissed her, finally something he had been wanting to do all this time and he was so relieved she asked because while he was trying to find the courage to do so, he was still falling short. He couldn’t help but reach up and cradle her face in his hands, her beautiful, precious face.

This kiss was, in Selena’s opinion, hands down, the best first kiss she had ever had. She hadn’t had many, but it was still, above and beyond everything so far. It was electric, it was soft and tentative yet full of so much promise. She opened her mouth to him and softly swiped the tip of her tongue across his lips to see if he’d open his mouth to her in turn. She was delighted when he did and inhaled sharply through his nose and Selena was partially expecting him to pull away and use his hold on her face to pull her away from him, instead he almost froze until her own hands went to his waist and simply let her hands settle there for a heart beat before her own hands seemed to firmly take hold of him and pull him to be flush with her. And that seemed to be what he needed to let the floodgates let loose. And faster than Selena was expecting he pinned her to the side of her car and opened his mouth wider and kissed her deeper as his fingertips dug into the back of her jaw and her neck and he threaded his fingers through her silken locks and the kiss morphed from sweet and tentative to passionate as he seemed to pour his heart and soul into this kiss and Selena couldn’t help but wrap her arms around him and completely surrender to him. She could feel his hardening length as it was either purposefully or accidentally pinned between them and she realized he was packing and felt herself grow wet as she did her best to kiss him back in kind. Wow he was a much better kisser than she thought he’d be. And couldn’t help but fist her hands into his shirt under his coat.

When he finally pulled away for air, his eyes opened again to see Selena slowly open her own eyes as he searched her face for any sign of distress or disinterest or anything negative and to his shock, there was nothing of the sort. Instead happiness and adoration and...dare he hope? Affection? Love maybe? Seemed to appear on her face before he realized he was probably too close and took a step back so he wasn’t pinning her anymore before he realized he had a hard on and worried that he just crossed a line, she could probably feel it. Oh God.

“Wow,” Selena breathed as she continued to keep her hands at his waist and smoothed out where she had fisted her hands in his shirt.

“Yeah, very wow.” Ravus breathed and nodded as his hands slowly fell from her face, he didn’t want to let her go, but his propriety told him to reestablish their distance.

Selena giggled again, the sound making him smile brightly before he realized that her hands were still on his sides so he settled to simply let his hands stay where they were, his fingertips on the back of her head and neck as his thumbs were on her delicate jaw. She wasn’t pulling away from him and she wasn’t giving any indication that she wanted him to stop touching her.

Then she wrapped her arms around him, hugging him and holding him and kissed him again. Softer and sweeter this time as his arms wrapped around her in turn. Lord have mercy, did it feel better than anything ever had before to hold her in his arms. To kiss her, to taste her, to be close to her to be in her company. Her and coffee, his two addictions in life.

When the need for air arose they both pulled away and panted softly but smiled brightly at each other and rested their foreheads together and just stayed like that for a little bit before Selena felt herself grow even more sleepy and knew she should really go home and go to bed but she really didn’t want this date to end or this moment to end either, it was perfect. Ravus had been a perfect gentlemen and such a fun date and one hell of a good kisser which she had been really surprised, she had expected him to suck or at least be lack luster from lack of experience but color her surprised and she really, really, really liked him.

Ravus could tell by her drooping eyelids that she was growing sleepy and knew he needed to let her go sooner than later. “Are you going to be ok to drive home? You’re looking sleepy.” Ravus noted.

“Yeah, I’m good, I’ll be fine, I can text you when I get home to let you know I made it home safe.” Selena offered.

“Please do, I would worry otherwise.” Ravus admitted before he finally forced himself to withdraw from her. It had been the hardest thing he had ever made himself do.

“Then that’s what I’ll do, good night Ravus, I’ll see you in the morning and I’ll text you in a little bit.” Selena offered as she stole one more quick kiss before she got her flowers from the hood of her car and got in and waived at him before she drove away.

Ravus walked back to his car, feeling like he was walking on air and couldn’t stop smiling even if he tried. He got a text from Selena just as he pulled into his own driveway that she had made it home safe and he texted back that he had made it home safe too and looked forward to seeing her in the morning and meeting her for brunch as well and couldn’t wait until he saw her again.

His Selena.

#@ravus-week #ravus nox fleuret #Selena Ulric #aahhhh #I love this pairing ok?

[haeroniel-doliet]

gah another 5 am post eh fellas

fuck i really wanna do ballet. i really rarely become obsessed (if ever) with anything, but for once i’m so so so so soso wanting to do ballet. so bad. i know i might hate it bc im fucing not musical at all, so not in shape, so not comfortable or etc. but at least im 18,(wait fuck 19 now)  and not 45 trying to get in it all stiff and stuck and i think based on all the sweet positivity to adult ballet starters beginners and sure i wont perform professionally but fuck man i dont think i need that. i just want that grace and flexibility and elegance and gah itd be fabulous. i mean even now im pretending to look for turn out and walk around the house like they do in point shoes and i try fix my posture tothe advice by a ballet dancer youtuber who ive been watching so much of. i just i really wanna do it. 

saddest fucking thing is guys, that i could’ve had the chance to go to the fucking royal ballets adult absolute beginner classes. in london. i could have. fuck. u wanna know what happened? i found out about it like a month or two ago and was fucking psyched bc its one of those things that just is too good to be true. the best company in uk?? w adult classes? while im in london?? yeah id have to miss a few weeks bc. whoops i gotta go back up to do my exams,but i couldve at least done a few weeks, come back and done a few last so i’d have had the best opportunity to give this a go in the best environment and then have a kindling to go off with to other available ballets. and not start with some barely managing person in a shitty studio thing. idk. sure so i tell my parents so fuckin excited bc look! its possible! but yeah its expensive, wouldve been abt 90 pound w me being a student and id have to miss 3/10 classes. but still! thin of it gah its making me so sad happy. sad bc guess its now sold out. of fuckin course it is. i told my mom and she just was uhmm ohh i dunno i dunno, oh its adults i could do it, and thinking that maybe getting her involved would mean i have a better chance of going, dont care much for her company but if shed take it as a bonding thing hell, i’ll probably do better than her in class and minor confidence boost as well as if they all others are old old i wont be alone. and she could pass over what they learned when im up in scotland. Guess that was a fuckin mistake. she got all nervous and self concious and put it off with a we’ll see we’ll see about it im thinking. and making it a whole thing like instead of me wanting to go so bad and offering for fun that shed join me, as if im trying to pressure her into doing it and would only go along to make her feel better. uh.... fucking wrong! im so mad actually. bc of course, no matter how often i mentioned it she wouldnt take it seriously to even consider booking me in! no no of course not we’ll see. and then i check before im coming back, dreading and being right that yep. theyre fucing sold out. of course they are its such a fanstastic opportunity! my only fucking opportunity! when ever again am i going to live in london with weeks free to go participate in that? when ever again? never. theyre moving out of london this summer and fuck. just doing some research and the scottish ballet is in fucking glasgow. yes i was supposed to get there if i hadnt been so shit with studying for my exams. (sure i wouldnt be doing archery and wouldnt have all the other wonderful things i now enjoy in aberdeen but fuck its frustrating) and ofc. aberdeen seems to have: one shady dance company that offers ballet fusion. not adult ballet classes. another shady school that practices at robert gordons that have no website nothing. no info how to sign up or if they have adult classes or when its so stupid and weird. maybe ill have to contact them directly idk. sure my uni has a what seems to be a thriving dance society that i have a glitched out membership for. (its 50 pound a year and i have cerrainly not paid that) and i guess they do ballet on the side. but again from a glance around, looks its only intermediate. not beginners. dont think theres that many uni age girls who just wanna start ballet now. 

so it looks bleary. even in finland, i cant understand body parts in finnish so that might just be frustrating if i could even find a place that offers it. not that i’ll have long at all in finland. ill be there barely a month before heading back to uni and i come back holidays. if i wanted to take one of these eleven week courses, i think id have to geta fuckin liscence and a car and drive to glasgow 3 hrs both ways for a class once a week and that sjust stupid. im so fucking mad about this missed opportunity. like my muscles are itching and aching to do it. my legs want to work out in ballet positions. they just rly do. yeah maybe ill have to start doing barre at home from videos to try ease that, but its not gonna be the same and ill do it all wrong bc i have no teacher to direct me or anything. correct either. sure if i had done it and loved it i might still be mad that i have no opportunities to continue like i want to, but at least id have that expereince and could keep practicing at home based off of it.  i am genuinely upset okay. upset betrayed disappointed sad twitchy and ugh. sure tickets go on sale today to swan lake after exams. and by fuck will i go see it. and ill get all the background before it and know it inside and out before i see it (already kinda do) and i will love it. ill bemaybe more upset and more twitchy that i cant do it, that i cant be lie them and that rly sucks. i really really wish by some miracle the school would offer summer courses so that i could just, get myself after exams into one. also another frustrating thing not quite so pressing on my mind is how my dad wants me to get summer jobs, maybe even two. one here and one in finland. sure it should theoretically be easier getting it here, esp. since im 19 now and yeah. i could work in a cafe or store just to get money and have smth to put on a cv thats not 2 weeks. but i dunno i dont particularly want to, i was hoping in london i could get the most of it culturaly (considering ive been a pouting and sad whailer whos not done anything for the last two years) then again i have p much no friends here so if i did go work somewhere theres a slight chance thered be someone i get along with and could hang out w. or visit if i needa back in london. i dunno. things are weird. sure i could try get an admin job w nhs like some lady suggested but its one of those too much responsibilty things, consdiering im shit with work i kinda would prefer to do some physical job like stacking shelves in a shop bc im good at that. but thats not gonna help me in the future. money yes, but cv building or careers wise? nah. i should owrk in hospitality or smth i dunno even i can barely get thru my work to pass rn so  i dunno about job searching. im jsut a mess am i not. regardless maybe i should look if theres other ballet schoolsin london. be desperate, get a job and a ballet class going over summer and do art on the free time i guess. 

okay so fer now ive found a course for like fucking 156 pound thats a 2 day full days course that looks mad cool for having different classes to learn vocab and etc and then a bit of fucking swanlake like yooo.. best thing its in like july but thats also possibly bad bc its july 28-29 and july 30 we move out. man it could be cool tho. then they offer there as well a taster session p much every other week and then a full 8 weeks of class p near by to me. sure this is specifically taught by a man and id prefer a woman but, i guess. since its ideal timing and place. and i got wondering why thats 150 and the national ballet wouldve been abt 90 and i guess there i get concession and it wouldve been only 6 classes considering the dates they had off. i should rly ask if they do do concession bc 150 is a bit steep still. for 8 classes thats almost 20 pound for 75 mins. its kinda insane. theres probably more companies i havent looked at but there is one other thats like a drop in thing 10 pound cash each class and thats a 90 mins so it might be better. ofc. obv. fault being that its drop in so being an absolute beginner w likely a lot older adults idk how id fit in or keep up or get hte most of it. i think ill go try it once regardless. then when back in abdn ask around for taster sessions and beginner ballet. worst comes to worst i wait another 4 years till i get to a big enough city that they have a nice ballet company and somewhere i can live like an adult but also get in on adult ballet and enjoy myself. maybe my industrial placement city will have  a ballet company idk. 

all i know is that im a bit obsessed and everyone says to go for your dreams etc. and as much as i enjoy archery (slowly gonna dedicate to it) and aikido (though training can be frustrating and training with old men isnt that fun) and ice skating is another less of a dream but in the same realm as ballet. that im gonan get new skates for and give it a better try. i just think ballet could  be so fucking rad and im sad that its not so easy rn. and that my mom fucked me over. for that one course that couldve been cheap and amazing and mindchanging. to go to the ballet knowing what some of it feels like would be great. sure id love  a chance to do some after as well u know. ofc it sucks it might cost a couple hundred over summer to these hobbies and i feel iffy spending 180 on a quality waterproof jacket. sure. they spend it but, im v concientious and dont wanna spend much of their money esp cus im not making my own. i guess logically, i should put a bunch of effort to getting thru this term rly well without lies and get a sumemr job. that way, i could theoretically take loan from my parents  and pay back with summer job money w some left over to do as i like with (yeah i should save it for sensible shit but idk) also considering how nice i am my dad might not even want me to pay back. look i dunno. thats an idea. be good, be rewarded w ballet classes and an unstrained relationship w my parents, joyously move back to finland and start next term w a clean slate, hopefully more help and new determination into hobbies. maybe i wanna do 4 sports since i never did much as i was younger. tho sure, i did aikidos cousin taekwondo. ive shot a bow and arrow whenever i had a chance. ive skated since literally like 3 yrs old. and i used to take a form of dance a alot younger. sure no musicality but i think the exercises would be great for my knees and legs and butt and torso and posture. htese are fun sports since i dont like to work out. and since im not comfortable enough in myself to go swim. 

#ballet an hobbies and thoughts and lots of things. #honestly noneed to read

[kosmicdream]

Temp. FFAK Official Timeline

This is a very rough, temp timeline for FFAK. It mostly covers events that have already happened or at least have been mentioned. I dont really cover anything that is happening in the present day timeline lol. I might make edits to this in case i fucked up in places or maybe ill just do a totally new one at some point! you dont even know how messy my actual one is like my god its an ever worse horrible clusterfuck of text. (Also remember, the ffak story has no time travel so dont be worried about that sort of mindfuckery!) enjoy

Years before 1414: Whenever was 600 million years ago i dont want to do the exact math: Evil Mother is born but shes not called that at all cuz she adopts that name later in life but just know she is here and readt to party Lots of stuff happens. like idk. evolution and life. 600 mil years is a long time ok -LALALA -HUMANS AT SOME POINT COME TO BEING.and form civilization and.. all that -modern human society exist! ppl have tvs and such. -Mandragora Worms have gone ‘extinct’!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ooooo -??????????? a ton of other stuff. isnt history cool?? kicks legs, yells -mysterious worm break outs all over dmtia. bombs fall. wars. despair!  -Grant Lumberman gets a doggy at some point and loves it but then it dies and so does his family and friends and his whole city he is relocated to the Auseklis moon colony (on Dmtia’s moon!) along w/ other Vena Cavian kiddos !!!! (in yr 1414)

YEAR 1415 [Scene From Ch. 11: Pages 3161-3196, 3400-3401] Characters: Randall Aiguille - Age 20 Mr. Rotten (Which was named “Aeschylus” at the time, created by Randall) Crosshatch Unit (sort of) Rembrandt Aiguille - Age 22 Grant Lumberman (Aka, ‘Good Leadman’) - Age 14 Octavian “Otto" Silverberg - Age 15 (I was gonna type up every referenced scene like this then i was like fuck it thats too hard! lol)

Years 1416-1425 ?????????????? (most events likely will be mostly covered in a prequel series.) YEAR 1420: Crosshatch Unit first programmed/built by Randall/Rembrandt Aiguille leadman and evil mother fall in lurv at some point

YEAR 1426 Miracle Baby Crimson is Born (From Good Leadman/Evil Mother worm fuck action yeehaw)

YEAR 1427 -Crimson’s 2 eyes are removed + Evil Mother Believes they are dead and leaves Leadman to work with Tricend -Canary is Born (From Evil Mother, and a King Worm) -Hekatons are made (From The King worm that made Canary, concept of Hekatons is from Evil Mother) -July 8th: Perkons Hatches and will not let anyone near the other 4 eggs!! stay away

YEAR 1428 - Good Leadman (Age 27) and Perkons (6 months old) Meet (Happens in Jan) (Multiple scenes in ch10, continued in Ch11) Perkons turns 1 in July. -Perkons gets a hold of 1 of Crimson’s eyes at some point, turns it into a Knife.

YEAR 1429 - Perkons turns 2 in july and is a fully matured adult. Rest of the 4 hekatons eggs hatch sometime after in that year. -Dievas assumes protective guardian role for his siblings.  -Dievas meets Aeschylus. (ch11) YEAR 1430 Perkons turns 3. The rest of the first hekatons are one. During this year they mature to an adult. YEAR 1431 Lauma meets Velns, who is imprisoned. Then shortly after, Perkons confronts Lauma, she is 2, he is 4. So It took place after July 1431. He transforms the 2nd crimson eye into a Spoon in front of her.

Years 1431-1448 (specific dates not all disclosed sry): -Velns/Lauma, Dievas/Laima begin making children. baby baby baby! YEAR 1438 - Crimson (Age 11) is eaten by a Hydragora Queen worm - loosing her human body in the process but gaining a worm one instead. -Crimson runs around in a destroyed city, holding a corpse. Meets Velns who taunts them. -Lauma and Dievas make up, and have their first nest together- a Batch of A/B hybrid eggs. -Lauma is killed by Perkons -Velns is killed by Perkons (Which was also on Dmtia’s Moon, so the moon is destroyed.) -Laima is “killed” by Perkons. (Actually survived, as part of Dievas’ plan.) -Perkons confronts Dievas with the Crosshatch Unit and mention they fight for Peace and under the “Thumb” alliance. Perkons kills Dievas. (scene in ch11) -Laima escapes with A/B Eggs, as well as other hekaton eggs. (and will later form the Ghost Kingdom, which she rules as queen.) ????? many other things happen????? these were some busy years folks

YEAR 1449 -Crimson meets a Helper, Galore the Hekaton, and a Bunny worm (who will later grow up to be agent Paper) in the forests of DMTIA (Ch9) -Galore “meets" her first parents, Lauma and Velns, in some mysterious coma dream thing from listening to crims sexy magical heartbeat (also Ch9) ??????????more events happen??????????? -Galore “Dies” by exploding. Crimson witnesses it. -Bunny wormed named Cirrus “Dies” and is buried in a grave. However, she was only injured she later climbs out only to witness Crimson and Celadon leave in Crimson’s truck and it was the saddest thing ive had to draw ok. i am crying even remembering it ??????????more secret events this was yet another busy and traumatizing year for crimson????????????? -Months later, Crimson (age 23) has a conversation with her third mandragora heart, and ends up having a period sex masterbate-y fantasy that made many readers scream in terror when they read it.(Ch11)

Years 1450-1904 god so much stuff happens during this time, lays on the ground. i mean just fucking look at how much time that is. thats over 450 years lol nbd right

YEAR 1905 -Agent Knife is sent on a remote mission (back to Planet Dmtia) to hunt down one of thumbs most wanted criminals, a man named “SIMON MCGOLD” -After months of searching/failed attempts at locating him, Knife confronts and is stung by Simon’s close personal bodyguard, a queen worm named Nail who is famous for killing over 50,000 Hekatons. (Gaining him the nickname “Hekaton Hunter.” (CH12) -?????????? more stuff happens like you dont even know????????

Years 1906-1924 ??????????? lots of stuff??????? lets laugh at some spoon stuff together tho -Spoon thinks Knife is stupid but weirdly interesting i guess -Spoon tries to pretend hes not in love w/ knife cuz thats like??? g...ay??? -Spoon realizes he’s totally hot for Knife and decides hes gonna totally seduce him -Spoon realizes flirting isnt going well with knife and is actually rly deeply hurt by rejection and so he tries to sleep around w/ other ppl  to pretend hes fine cuz w/e!! who cares -Spoon realizes hes totally in love w/ Knife and is devastated by Deeply Gay emotions -Spoon moves in w/ Knife and spoon tries to pretend he is fine w/ just being Knife’s obsessively devotedly loyal but not romantic/sexual partner. just ttly... platonic.. best dude pals..!!! who murder together -Spoon realizes he cannot handle just being friends and attempts to move out cuz he just is having a meltdown -Knifes like chill we’re already dating and Spoon is like “wtf we are?” and knife’s like “why else would i let you move in w/ me” and spoon just stares at a wall for like 12 hrs in shock -They start to officially for real date™ after spoon regains contact with reality -???????stuff??????? -Spoon dresses up as AGENT BEE!!!!!!!!!!!! THE MOST IMPORTANT EVENT IN ALL OF HISTORY HANDS DOWN MARK UR CALENDARS 

YEAR 1925 July 8th - Simon (now Agent Spoon) has been in a relationship with Knife for 20 years. He meets Celadon #1. Location is the forests on the moon THUMB HQ. who is rightfully pissed as fuck at him. kick his ass, girl (she does btw) (ch11)

YEAR 1926 -Knife Adopts a tiny perfect adorable fluffball c-type and names him Kurt. -Spoon hates it like more than anything ever -Spoon and Knife end up having to live separately, causing a huge strain in their relationship.

Years 1927-1936 -feeling neglected, Spoon starts to sleep around, including the Crosshatch unit and becomes p close friends w/ them! its actually a positive thing for once. wtf (ch11) -Kurt becomes Agent Fork and works alongside Agent Knife on missions and its adorable and great but knife’s depression is also growing bc he misses spoon

YEAR 1937 Cash Leadman is born! :D

YEAR 1938 Rome Aiguille is born! he doesnt even hate worms at this point! Years 1939-1955 more stuff. ect. 

YEAR 1956 -Locket confronts Knife. Knife is so traumatized from meeting a surprise biological child that he has a meltdown and vanishes. he is then believed to have died. -Spoon Explodes from sadness of the news, but does not die. Half of him leaves to Cash Leadman’s house, who convinces him to keep living. He becomes “Scissor”, using her former crosshatch robot body. (ch11) -The other half meets Locket and has his Spoon stolen from him. very sads. Also cant wear thongs anymore (ch11)

YEAR 1957 -At some point during this year, Spoon kills Agent Rock’s dad and also prevents Fork from being able to enter Wibbleworld (his dream). (Scene in ch8) -Fork goes back to prison (guess what, it wasnt his first time goin’ there!) 

YEAR 1958-present -the death of rock’s hot dad springs a chain reaction of all his sons trying to kill spoon and getting revenge. Spoon successfully kills them all though lmfao. dont fuck with the leg.  -fork breaks up with dollop and she starts stalking him

YEAR 1961 -Dylan and Agent Knife meet in Wibbleworld moon, on July 8th (his birthday) He reveals secrets to her. (ch11) -Dylan/Celadon and Antony believe they are successful at killing Agent Knife on this same day.

YEAR 1962 -Feb 2 - Aeschylus wakes up in LEVEL K of the Crosshatch Colony (The Aiguille Moon) and is escorted by Antony Aiguille (Age 21) and Celadon #1, #2 and #3. Dylan and Barfy show up. (Ch 11) -Dylan tries to convince Antony not to get eaten (and fails) (ch12) -March - A mysterious earthquake and worm outbreak kills 20,000 residents in the Crosshatch Colony. O_O  -July 7th - Fork meets Dylan for the first time. :3 (Another serving episode one!) -July 8th: This is where the present timeline begins! Canary wakes up on a platform. Hooray! we made it. i dont feel like typing out the events u can just read the comic i guess lol. farts! 

YEAR 1963: Hasnt actually happened yet, but the final feast is said to occur this year!!!!!!! O_O ooo  EDIT: one of the events were out of order, but this has been fixed (8/19/2017) 

#ffak #feast for a king #ffak timeline #ffak faq

[shinee35]

Thank you @sopeshighnotes​ for tagging me in the selfie+bias tag (yes, I’m ot7 biased. yes, it’s hard otl) and the statements thing... this is so ridiculously late I’m so sorry ><

Tagging @mirrerover, @vppax, @hexmen, @ksjknj (you can do 1, both or neither if you don’t want to).

“Answer these statements” game below:

(i’m putting these under a cut cause its long af)

Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people. (lol this is not happening i don’t think i even know 20 people on this site) THE LAST: 1. Drink: apple juice, cranberry juice, water, tea (not together that’s gross. it was thanksgiving dinner and i was thirsty) 2. Phone call: uncle, calling cause we were ~2 hrs late to above mentioned thanksgiving dinner (we still weren’t the last ones to arrive so... :P) 3. Text message: cousins group chat 4. Song you listened to: BTS’ DNA 5. Time you cried: 5 days?ago?...? (when i finally watched the k-drama Goblin) HAVE YOU: 6. Dated someone twice: nope (haven’t dated someone once either) 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: no (have been kissed by someone and regretted it tho... on the cheek but still. it was gross and not consensual ew) 8. Been cheated on: no 9. Lost someone special: yes...? (like loss of a loved one or...?) 10. Been depressed: yes (for 7 years. for the past 3 years it’s just been anxiety though, yay!) 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: gotten drunk yes, thrown up because of alcohol no LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: 12. blue 13. red 14. black, white, orange (last one is only because i’m a shinhwa changjo) IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. Made new friends: Yes 16. Fallen out of love: no 17. Laughed until you cried: yes 18. Found out someone was talking about you: no 19. Met someone who changed you: no 20. Found out who your friends are: is this like a “went-through-something-and-based-on-who-was-there-to-support-you-during-said-time-found-out-who-your-real-friends-are” type of question? if yes then no. i’ve been very fortunate when it comes to making friends they’re all great 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: no GENERAL: 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: 95% -ish 23. Do you have any pets: no 24. Do you want to change your name: no 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: I worked  26. What time did you wake up: 9am 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: streaming BTS’ DNA mv 28. Name something you can’t wait for: de*th 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: today

30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: nothing in particular. i try to live without regrets

31. What are you listening to right now: BTS’ DNA 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: i think so...? it’s a pretty common name 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: me 34. Most visited website: youtube/tumblr LOST QUESTIONS. I JUST PUT IN RANDOM INFO ABOUT ME 35. Mole/s: a lot 36. Mark/s: elevated scar on my knee and ankle, thin scar running vertically from the lateral end of an eyebrow to the side of my eye, small scar on the inner corner of my lip and below my lip towards the side (not really visible) 37. Childhood dream: to make others happy 38. Hair color: brown/black. it lightens in the summer 39. Long or short hair: i like both. currently medium length 40. Do you have a crush on someone: no i wish 41. What do you like about yourself: nothing 42. Piercings: 2 (one in each ear lobe) 43. Blood type: A 44. Nickname: Probee, D, lenerz 45. Relationship status: single 46. Zodiac: cancer 47. Pronouns: she/her 48. Favorite TV show: atm... Guardian and Sense8 (does netflix count?) 49. Tattoos: no 50. Right or left hand: right 51. Surgery: dental; for wisdom teeth removal 52. Hair dyed in different colors: would be cool but i’ve never dyed my hair cause it’d probably irritate my scalp psoriasis  53. Sport: basketball 54. There’s no question here so fun fact: my older cousin first got me into k-pop with Shinhwa back in the early 2000s. When they went on hiatus for military service SHINee debuted and saved me from withdrawal. BTS is the 3rd group that I have ever really gotten into and probably the last cause they’re so active it makes keeping up with all 3 groups really difficult TT 55. Vacation: Korea and Japan for the food 56. Pair of trainers: any comfortable ones that fit my feet 57. Eating: 24/7 58. Drinking: water 59. I’m about to: go to sleep 60. No question here either so another fun fact: I was a doctor-in-training for 2 years and flunked out of medical school after failing a course by 0.03% 61. Waiting for: what i can’t wait for 62. Want: to learn how to love myself (hopefully this will happen soon with BTS’ Love Yourself album series) 63. Get married: sometimes its like yes right now right at this instant to get my family off my back and other times its like  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 64. Career: currently studying respiratory therapy to become a respiratory therapist. yay breathing. its kind of important i guess. just a little

WHICH IS BETTER 65. Hugs or kisses: hugs 66. Lips or eyes: eyes 67. Shorter or taller:  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 68. Older or younger:  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 69. No question here:  ok 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: nice healthy stomach for all of the food i eat (wait are these questions about our own attributes or traits we’d like in an ideal partner cause i’ve been answering based on myself lol) 71. Sensitive or loud: sensitive 72. Hook up or relationship: relationship 73. Troublemaker or hesitant:  hesitant HAVE YOU EVER: 74. Kissed a stranger: No 75. Drank hard liquour: yes 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: yes 77. Turned someone down: i turn my friends and family down all the time when they try to get me to leave the house 78. Sex on the first date: No 79. Broken someone’s heart: not that i know of? 80. Had your heart broken: no...? 81. Been arrested: No 82. Cried when someone died: yes 83. Fallen for a friend: no but ideally i’d like to DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 84. Yourself: no 85. Miracles: yes 86. Love at first sight: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 87. Santa Claus: no 88. Kiss on the first date: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯   89. Angels: yes OTHER: 90. Current best friend’s name: many good friends but i wouldn’t be able to single one out as a “best” friend 91. Eyecolor: Brown 92. Favorite movie: all the marvel movies, miracle in cell no.7, 200 pound beauty

#thank you for tagging me #sorry it took me so long #TT #tagged in

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  Welcome to 8 Questions with……

Meet my friend Karen,who is one of the kindest and most compassionate people left on this planet. I have known Karen for several years,she and I met after Lori passed away and she stayed with me as I was getting crushed by grief and loss.  She has donated to Sockvember many times as well donating several times a year to Red Cross,you are getting the idea that Karen is a very caring and generous soul,right? Karen is also a relentless crusader for animals,all types of animals whether it be a abandoned dog,injured possums,hungry birds or a pocket cheetah like her new cat,Doogie Howser. She gets up early to feed her crew,check her TNR traps,rescues the cats and if possible helps them find a home or if they feral,she’ll get them neutered and released back in their area. Family is the most important thing to Karen and if you are a friend,you’re family. I have really enjoyed reading about Karen’s crazy adventures through the years be it a ice storm that led turned a small trip into a multi-hour ride from hell to rooting for her Braves and yes,even losing a few of her rescues and fosters. She has shown me and hundreds of other people around the country what being a caring and loving human being looks like. Simply put,we need a LOT more people like Karen in this world. I hope you enjoy reading and sharing Karen’s interview as she answers her 8 Questions

 Please introduce yourself and tell us a little bit about yourself. 

I am Karen Jones nee Estes originally from Charlotte, NC but I have been in the Metro Atlanta area since the day Elvis allegedly died. I am married and I have one son who is the light of my life (from my practice marriage). I worked for about 12 years in HR/payroll but in 2016 I was beyond tired of Atlanta traffic and I changed jobs to be closer to home (less miles and less money lol but also way less aggravation from traffic). I work in the preventive maintenance department for a biotechnology company in Kennesaw, GA.  I love all animals but I also love bacon so whatever category that is called – that is where I am. DON’T TOUCH MY BACON!  I am an overly sarcastic person so keep that in mind while reading the rest of my answers.I am a firm supporter of donating blood/platelets at The Red Cross and being an organ donor. If you have doubts about donating organs then you need to do some reading  https://www.donatelife.net/  

 What was it like growing up in your house? Is this how you developed your love for animals?

  My house was cool growing up, my parents are both insane (although I have never had them tested) and they love animals too but they also eat meat.  We had rules and curfews and chores but we also had love.  I would certainly say that my love for animals was developed by watching my parents. I used to make fun of them for birdwatching and bringing home leftovers to feed the possums. Now I do the same thing which makes my son cringe when we go out to eat and I ask for a to-go box so I can feed the critters. So watch out kids – you will become your parents one day! I remember my mom finding an injured owl on the road one night and she wasn’t going to leave it there to suffer so she slipped out of her slip, wrapped up the owl, put it in the car and headed home. Apparently the owl was not hurt because a few miles down the road it hopped up on the steering wheel and watched her drive home. We had plenty of dogs who were saved from the side of the road, dogs who “we are not keeping” but of course ended up staying with us. My dad came across some young flying squirrels and those were brought to our house and released in the backyard. He’d go out at night and call them and they’d come down and eat the peanut butter he set out for them.      Non animal related – our house was the hang out for all the cadets in Civil Air Patrol. My parents preferred that we hang out at home with MTV (back when MTV played nothing but music videos) and eat pizza so the kitchen was always stocked.     Holidays were always an “eat yourself into a coma and still have plenty to take home to eat for the next 6 months” type of event. Mama T (my mom’s mom) was one of the best cooks on the planet, she loved to cook and she loved to watch people eat what she prepared. This is why my family is incapable of preparing normal size meals lol     I must mention that having “insane” parents is a lesson in itself. Both of my parents started out at the phone company as linemen, humping poles as they called it. Neither of them have a “can’t do” attitude. They have the “do what you have to do” attitude so I picked up on that a good bit. If something doesn’t work then you try something else, if that doesn’t work then try something else. We aren’t a “one and done” type of family. I think this is how I reached MacGuyver status among my friends – it is 99.9% true that when there’s a will, there’s a way.  I am extremely lucky to have the parents that I have and to have picked up on 1/10 of their knowledge and attitude.  I hope that my son has picked up a lot of that too.     I could write a book on this subject but I’m trying to keep it short. Bottom line is that I have the best parents who have taught me a lot of life lessons and above all taught me to always help out if you’re capable of doing so. It cost you absolutely nothing to be kind.

What was your first pet and tell us about it?

The first pet that I can remember was our hamster Cinnamon. Other than watching her roll around in the plastic ball I don’t have a lot of memories. I can’t remember there being a time in my life where there wasn’t a dog or a cat or some fish. I just know life has always included a pet.

How did you meet your husband? What attracted you to him?

This is a loaded question. I met him when I worked part time at Winn Dixie where he was an assistant manager. This is a running joke because I met my first husband when we worked at Kroger together. I ask myself every day what attracted me to him! For starters – he stood out because he is bald and has beautiful blue eyes. We started dating and learned that we both love animals, The Three Stooges, prefer Miracle Whip over mayo and we both hate celery so it was obvious that we were meant to be together.

 How did you get into animal rescue? Did you take any classes or workshops to get trained?

  I wish I knew the answer!!!!!!  I think it all happened by being in the right place at the right time?  No classes or anything like that. Most of it is common sense and thinking back to what my parents did when they came across an animal in need.

 What are some of the big “no-nos” in helping injured animals,especially wildlife?

Do NOT try to make the injured critter become your pet!!!!!!!!! Seek advice on how to keep it comfortable while you find a trained rehabber. Wildlife that has been injured needs to go to rehab and then released back into the wild. While you mean well in what you’re doing, you can actually be causing more harm. So keep it safe and find a rehab facility.

 What have been your three best rescue stories?

Oh gosh – I don’t want to hurt any of their feelings so I will tread lightly. My current foster/rescue is Abby. She came into Getalong Dachshund Rescue: https://www.getalongdachshundrescue.org/our-dogs/   with her sister Zoey in 2017. Zoey was extremely overweight and Abby was mostly blind and deaf. Zoey went on a diet and managed to go from 22.88 pounds down to 11.5 then was adopted. Abby went totally blind and is now a forever foster with me. She and I are extremely bonded and have our own communication skills.     Freida Mae who was found in a ditch in rural AL in the rain. She was not claimed at animal control and Getalong Dachshund took her in and treated her infected and swollen mouth which involved removing pretty much every tooth in her head. I left the Sunday before Thanksgiving 2018 to pick her up. My husband woke up early (which is unusual) and asked where I was going. I told him it was an emergency foster, he rolled his eyes and went back to bed. Freida Mae was sooooooo skinny and soooooooooooo cute. She won my husband’s heart when I sent him a picture of her. When I got home he came outside and said “Give her to me” and that was that. We found out a month later that she also had cancer which could not be treated. She put up a great fight though. She was eating better and gaining weight and playing and bossing the cats around. She had my husband wrapped around her paw. She could do no wrong. Sadly we had to say goodbye to her in March just four months after we said hello.     I can’t leave out Titan because he was the first rescue/foster back in 2001 I believe it was. He was an owner surrender to another rescue group and we took him in. He was quickly adopted to a family in Rhode Island. After getting updates of him in his new home we also asked them to adopt us. Titan had his own beach chair for his beach trips. He went to a great family where he had many happy years. I am friends with his mom to this day.    Can’t leave out Fonzie who was picked up by animal control and never claimed. The happiest dog on earth! Imagine our surprise when we found out he had a broken jaw! He never showed any sign of pain and he was eating dry food, all while constantly wagging his tail. (I know you asked for three but you’re getting four stories). Fonzie cannot hide under blankets because his wagging tail gives away his location. He was adopted 9 months later and is living the best life ever! When I took him to his new mommy he was greeted with a “Welcome Home” sign, a huge basket of toys and his new pillow and blankets. 

We won’t talk about Doogie………….(“Doogie is pretty awesome!!!”-Paladin the cheetah)

 How do people go from wanting to help animals into becoming the worst animal abusers when they become hoarders? Have you yourself ever worked a hoarder house?

I think for the most part they start out wanting to help and then things spiral out of control and they don’t know how to ask for help. I’ve never been directly involved in a case involving hoarding. 

 Share your opinion about TNR and the pros and cons of the program.

I am no expert in this field so please understand that this is only my opinion which is based on information I have read from numerous sources.Any litter bearing animal will basically self adjust (for lack of a better term) based on population. This is what is happening with coyotes in Georgia, there’s basically an open season on coyotes but the coyotes are now having larger litters and more often. So in my opinion TNR is the lesser of two evils. I was fortunate enough to find a group in my county that provides services for feral cats so I was able to get the feral family all “fixed” and vaccinated for free. So I believe in TNR vs euthanasia. 

 Is your husband also a animal rescuer?

He is guilty by association. He complains about my efforts but he’s still around so…………..he found a kitten in the woods a few years ago and no sign of mama after 8 hours so he brought it home. For me to bottle feed. So he is what I’d call the diet version of a rescuer. He complains about it but he is the first one to steal snuggles from the animal. 

 Do you think Kerri should keep one of her kittens?

Absofrickinglutely!!!!!!!!!!!!

  The cheetah and I are flying over to watch your latest possum rescue but we are a day early and now you are playing tour guide,what are we doing?

   Honestly there are so many things to do in and around Atlanta and I rarely do any of them! I prefer to sit on the porch and bird watch and at night watch the critters. But if I were to venture out I’d start off by taking you to breakfast at The Red Eyed Mule in Marietta for the best burger you’ll ever eat! Then perhaps we’d stroll up Kennesaw Mountain for a bit of Civil War History. From there we’d hit Art’s Bagels in Acworth for the best Bronx Bomber bagel sandwich. Squeeze in a trip up the road to Chattanooga, TN to visit Jerry at Opie Acres to learn all about possums (technically Opossum but in the south we just call them possums) https://www.facebook.com/OpossumRescueTn/. The night would for sure include a drag show put on by The Armorettes. All of their tips are donated to HIV & AIDS charities in the Atlanta area. https://www.thearmorettes.com  We aren’t into too much of the tourist things here. We’ve been to the aquarium and to the new Braves stadium but with every passing day we both hate crowds more and more and going anywhere almost always involves traffic! So we either go north or stay at home! 

  Oh…..before I forget,if you need a doctor’s note for work or school,Dr. Doogie Howser will write one for either 5.00 or two bags of Temptation treats,your choice.

I like to thank Karen for agreeing to sit and have a chat up. I really love this lady very much and think she is quite amazing.  I’m sure we’ll be seeing more pictures of Doogie as he can continues to cause a ruckus in the Jone’s home.

Karen has a InstaGram page that you can follow here.

Thank you all for your continued support and please feel free to drop a comment below.

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