#rabbit ate a bagel

[toppersjeep]

Landos Girl ~ Lando Norris X Reader

Masterlist

A/N: I got this idea while watching ginge’s and landos new video. so basically you show up to landos when he’s filming with ginge and you join in on the fun. you’ve been dating Lando for a while now. you work with him at McLaren as a pr manger. that’s how you two met!

(a little fluff, mentions of smut but no actual)

Your POV

I opened the door to Lando’s apartment with my key. I set my bag down and took my shoes off. Knowing I’d be staying for a while.

“Lan” I said. “In the kitchen” Lando said. “Oh hello are you filming” I said. “Yeah a quadrant video I meant to text you” Lando said. “All good I had a major McLaren meeting so” I said. “No way is that the Y/N in the flesh” Ginge said. “Ginge” I said.

“Guys I’m shaking Lando’s girl in person” Ginge said I laughed. “It’s nice to officially meet you” I said shaking his hand. “Don’t worry I won’t try to take your man yet” Ginge said. “Oh you won’t even get a try” I said. “Oh shit she is a bit scary huh” Ginge said.

“So.. I’ll let you guys film then because I am not eating whatever he eats for breakfast” I said. “What she doesn’t have to eat it” Ginge said. “She should” lando said. “No thanks I had a bagel earlier” I said going to sit on the couch.

“Damn and you couldn’t bring us any the hell” Ginge said. “Ooops” I said. “She doesn’t share her food you know” Lando said. “Well that’s rude” Ginge said.

A little while later…

I got up off the couch. I then saw Lando and Ginge working out. I stood in the doorway.

“Have her try the head pull thingy” Ethan said.“I think she does that with Lando off camera” Ginge said. “Oh my god” I said laughing. “Jeez mate” Lando said. “What we know you do” Ginge said.

“What’s next” I said. “Uhh landos turn” Ethan said. “I wanna see you guys pull him I’m intrigued” I said sitting on the floor. “As long as you do it too” Lando said. “Fine” I said. Ginge went first and pulled Lando. “My god he’s not even flinching” Ginge said.

“It feels quite nice” Lando said I laughed. “Really your weird mate” Ginge said. Ethan then did it. “Come on slow and hard” Ginge said. I laughed. “Oh be quiet over there with your dirty mind” Ethan said. “I didn’t say anything yet” I said.

“Keyword is yet” Lando said. Ethan the pulled the bands back. “What the heck so you even feel that” Ethan said. “It just feels nice” Lando said. “Alright your turn” Ethan said I got up. “Come on baby” Lando said. “I have like no muscles” I said. “You got it love” Lando said. I pulled it a little bit.

“No muscles my ass” Ginge said. “That’s good” Lando said. “Okay” I said stopping. “He’s flexing his jaw muscles now” Ethan said. “That’s so hot” Ginge said we all laughed.

We then went to eat some lunch.

“This is like rabbit food” Ginge said. “I just want some pizza” I said. “Don’t start pizza sounds good” Lando said. After we finished eating we went to show Ginge and Ethan around Monaco.

“I’m getting shotgun by the way” I said. “Ughhh fine” Ginge said getting in the backseat with Ethan. “So how long have you two been dating” Ethan asked. As Lando drove.

“Uhhh like a year almost two” I said. “Met her at McLaren well I kinda knew of her before” Lando said. “Oh really” Ginge said. “I worked at Willam’s with George but I wasn’t very social” I said. “Really you not social” Ethan said.

“Ughhh I guess I was just anxious about making friends” I said. “But then I did make friends and got a new job” I said. “I guess I brought out her fun side as she says” Lando said. “That’s nice” Ethan said. “Well you two do seem perfect but I’m still jealous” Ginge said.

“He’s mine Ginge” I said. “You win you win” Ginge said jokingly. “Hope everyone is hungry” Lando said. We all ate dinner and shared stories. I sat beside Lando. “Desert was so good” Ginge said. “You two go out every night or no” Ethan asked.

“Not too often it’s quite expensive” I said. Lando then licked the plate clean. “Oh my god” Ginge said. “Damn I really wish I was that plate right now” I said. Everyone laughed. “Oh my and she says she’s shy” Ethan said. Lando just looked at me all red.

“What” I said looking at Lando. “You got him all flustered” Ginge said. “You can be the plate later” Lando said. “Oh lord” Ethan said. “Get these two love birds a room” Ginge said. “Oh I’ll get one later on” Lando said. “Lord” I said.

“You two are perfect honestly with those out of pocket things” Ginge said. “Oh I know” Lando said. After we dropped them off we went back to our apartment. I kicked my shoes off and attempted to lay on the couch.

But Lando grabbed my arm.

“You wanted to be the plate so badly” Lando said. “I still do” I said. “So come on then” Lando said leading me to our room.

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#f1 imagine #x reader #love #lando norris #lando x reader #lando norris x reader #f1blr #f1 x you #f1 x reader #mercedes amg f1 #f1 fic #f1 #lando norris smut

[saionjeans]

assigning the student council their roysonas

juri: shiv. obviously. girlboss girlflop girl get out of there !!!!

miki: roman. he’s just a little guy….. with the most disturbing psychosexual issues u have ever seen buried beneath the surface…

saionji: kendall. prodigal son. “i’m out of here!!! wait nvm i’m back. but i hate it here. but i want what i am owed bc objectively speaking i’m the best.” the most cringe loser to ever walk this earth, needs to be bonked over the head with a giant hammer

touga: tomwambs. will put up with being abused as long as it means that he gets to abuse others bc he loves nothing more than to exploit those with slightly less power. an overly smug puppet with no backbone or common sense.

ruka: connor. who?

nanami: megathump. that rabbit who ate too much bagel. rip legend

#and akio is obviously logan symbolically but I don’t think he’s charismatic enough to be logan actually #u #memes #I guess ??? #the student council #juri #miki #saionji #touga #ruka #nanami

[ascendantking]

;; The Royal Roast

Pairing: Jaron/Tobias, Amarinda of Bultain/Imogen Words: 1045 Chapter: 1/? Summary: A modern college au set in a coffee shop between two rival universities. While the Carthyan Patriots and the Avenian Dragons clash, a quiet courtship begins between Tobias, an overworked med student, and Jaron, a young entrepreneur with a penchant for trouble.

Baggy eyes and a hunched back marked the man who came in every morning like clockwork, stealing a table hidden away in the recesses of the cafe–barely lit by the only window that wasn’t taking it upon itself to blind the patrons at this hour. His order was always the same: a coffee with way too many shots of espresso, a cream cheese bagel, and, if he was feeling daring, an eclair that they had to assume he took with him to whatever classes were breaking his back because he definitely didn’t touch it when he was here.

The red eye staff had their bets placed on if he actually ate it after it had, inevitably, been squished in his bag or if he only ordered it to prove to himself that he could order something else. Most of them were leaning towards the latter, of course, with the way he stumbled through his words whenever he did decide to vary it.

But Jaron had thrown his hat in the ring on another, more far-fetched idea–one Imogen and Roden hadn’t cared for much at all. He was of the notion that since he had happened to be the only one to convince him to try something different then it was only logical to assume that he liked him. 

Continue reading below or on AO3! ( Link on blog. )

Right. That’s what this was. Imogen couldn’t let this fantasy go on any longer as she rolled her eyes. “Or you make him nervous.”

“Because he likes me,” Jaron insisted as he emphasized his teasing with a smolder.

”Or, get this,” she said, smiling as she shook her hands in front of herself, her grin immediately falling, “he may not like being put on the spot.”

Jaron laughed, stacking the cups off to the side. “I dunno, I think you’re just jealous that–” Imogen cocked her hip, putting her hand on her side, snorting herself. “Sure. If that’s the rabbit you want to chase today, just make sure it doesn’t get in the way of your job. Why don’t you help organize the back once you’re done there?”

“You don’t want my pretty face up front today?”

Imogen tilted her head at him, fluttering her eyelashes innocently. “Are you asking me if I want customers today?” She paused, putting a finger on her lip. “Hm.” She let a moment pass as if her question held any of the significance that warranted such a lengthy pause. “You know, Jaron,” she said, nodding slowly, “you should be up front. Give the door your best smile.”

He snorted, waving her off. “It’s like you have no faith in me.”

“Is it that obvious?” Imogen asked with a grin. She nudged him as she passed. “Just make sure you’re ready to go. We open in five.”

Jaron rolled his eyes. “I know, I know. It can’t be any worse than yesterday, can it?”

Imogen stopped abruptly. Her eyes flicked back to him with faux seriousness. “Do you like testing god?”

“When it suits me,” he said with a wink. Imogen took in a breath, shaking her head as she finished cleaning off one of the machines on the back wall. Jaron leaned down on the counter, crossing his legs behind him as he watched the streets slowly come to life, cars lazily drifting by as the street lights went off one by one, each one taking a bow as the morning sun took its rightful place on stage.

“Do you think he’ll be here today?” he asked barely above a whisper.

Imogen looked back at him, raising an eyebrow. She rolled her eyes. “I’m beginning to think you’re the one that likes him. Careful, wouldn’t want people thinking you can catch feelings.” She held her nose as if the concept itself stunk before snickering to herself. 

Jaron snorted, looking back out towards the door, a slight tinge of red on his face. Sure, maybe he wanted to get to know the guy, but that was all it was. He let out a sigh, pushing himself up off the counter to flip the sign to Open. He wasn’t one to pine over someone, he thought to himself as he peeked his head out to look down the sidewalk. No sign of him–oh, no, he meant anyone yet, yeah.

He closed the door again, brushing off his hands before he cracked them in front of himself. “Time to get down to business,” Jaron said to no one in particular as he hopped the counter.

Just because he had noticed that Tobias had come in almost every day for the past two weeks since he started working these early shifts meant nothing. He had a unique look to him! Wiry and tall, with perceptively kind eyes, as if he could read someone like a book but without even a crease or dog-ear on the pages as he went through their life story. It seemed silly now, Jaron realized, comparing him to an old librarian type when Jaron was the one attempting to judge a book by a cover himself. 

But he just couldn’t help it! Tobias carried himself like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders–like if he stopped for one minute, it would all collapse in a messy heap at his feet. Jaron sighed, furrowing his brows as he leaned against the counter again. It wasn’t fair for a man to carry the world alone–what a lonely thing that was, the heaviness of a responsibility only one man knows. If only he could do something to help–then maybe Tobias’ face might not wrinkle up as much as it did in the few moments Jaron saw of him a day. Jaron stood back, looking up at the ceiling with a sigh–maybe he’d get him that eclair for free today. Sure, it wasn’t much, but sometimes even little things could make a big deal, even if they seemed insignificant in the grand scheme of things.

A nervous energy ate at him as he rocked back and forth on his heels. God, he hoped he came in today–maybe they could say more than just the usual pleasantries, maybe he could even get a how’s the weather out there started.

A guy could dream, couldn’t he?

#the false prince #the false prince fanfic #the ascendance series #the ascendance trilogy #writing #my writing #the runaway king #the shadow throne #jaron artolius eckbert iii #tobias #imogen #;; the royal roast #{ more characters are coming!! } #taron

[dewitty1]

A Shower, A Meal, A Nap, and A Shag

chickenlivesinpumpkin

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: M/M

Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Relationship: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley

Additional Tags: Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Rimming, Explicit Language, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, First Time, Loss of Virginity

Language: English

Words: 4,656

Part 1 of It Started in the Shower 

Summary:

Harry's supposed to be alone in Grimmauld Place...so why is there a Malfoy in his shower? And what's Harry going to do about it?

Excerpt:

“Malfoy,” Harry said, closing his eyes for just a second in pure frustration. “What are you doing here?”

“I couldn’t do it anymore,” he said, quietly enough that Harry almost didn’t hear him over the water. “I couldn't keep living at the Manor, not with...I’m not staying, don’t worry. This is just the first stop in a long life of running. I thought I’d cadge a shower, a meal, and a nap before I took off. I'm not going to break anything or steal anything, okay? I, uh, ate a couple of your bagels, but I’ll be out of your way in a little while. I’m officially unaffiliated, all right? So don’t hex me.”

Harry studied the other boy for a long moment, wondering if he could trust the explanation. What decided him was the memory of what he’d come to think of the waver. The moment when Malfoy’s wand had begun to drop away from Dumbledore.

“You wouldn’t have done it,” Harry said. “In the Astronomy Tower, I mean.”

A muscle worked in Malfoy’s jaw. “No,” he said finally. “I wouldn’t have done it.”

“All right.”

They stood for a long moment, then Malfoy’s eyebrows lifted. “Unless you were planning on climbing in here and making up for the interruption, Potter, get the fuck out now.”

And okay, this was Malfoy, the biggest prat in the universe, a git of the first order, a boy with a tongue so sharp it inevitably took Harry to the edge of violence, but at the same time, this was Malfoy, surprisingly elegant, pale and perfect with a cock that was taking Harry to the edge of violence. So he didn’t leave. He simply let his eyes wander over the other boy.

Malfoy went very still.

Harry stepped forward.

Malfoy stepped back. “Potter, I don’t know what the hell you think you’re about, but that invitation was not actually on the level.”

“Then you shouldn’t have said it,” Harry said. He caught Malfoy’s gaze dropping to study Harry’s bare chest. Interesting. So he put his wand on the sink next to Malfoy’s and took his glasses off.

“I say a lot of things I don’t mean,” Malfoy said, voice getting slightly higher-pitched.

“Why, Malfoy, you seem a bit shaken.” Harry smirked.

“Am not.”

“Very mature.”

“You’re the one in pirate pyjamas.”

“Good point.” Harry shucked his pyjamas and pants down in a smooth motion and stepped out of them.

“You are not coming near me with that,” Malfoy said, now sounding decidedly worried. Harry took a peek down at the other boy’s cock and hid his smile. Still hard. So there was hope.

Harry was hard too. In fact, he had the sneaking suspicion that Malfoy’s reference to that was actually about the rampaging erection Harry was sporting.

“Potter, back off,” Malfoy said. “Don’t make me curse you.”

“You don’t have your wand,” Harry said mildly.

“Potter,” Malfoy said, on the verge of panic.

Harry opened the glass door and was immediately enveloped in a rush of steam. “The way you’re going on, I’m tempted to think you’re a virgin, Malfoy.”

Malfoy said nothing, and Harry’s eyebrows lifted. “Oh, really? I always thought the Slytherins were fucking like rabbits down in that dungeon.”

Malfoy’s face twisted up in scorn. “With Snape as our Head of House? Are you kidding? He was a fervent believer in random bed checks. That man is a walking, talking cockblock.”

Harry laughed and walked forward into the spray. Malfoy all but stumbled out of his way, and Harry dunked his head under the water. “Jesus, that’s wicked hot.”

“Get your own shower and you can freeze your bollocks off for all I care,” Malfoy said sullenly. But Harry wasn’t put off. If Malfoy really didn’t want this, he’d have stormed out of the bathroom already.

“You look cold.”

“I’m not!”

Harry smirked. “Would you just come over here and let me fuck you?”

Malfoy made a noise that sounded eerily like one made by a cat that had just been stepped on. “You’re not getting your hands on me.”

Harry laughed. “Oh, I think I will. What’s more, I think you’re going to like it. I know what I’m doing, Malfoy. I’ll make it good for you.”

Malfoy looked away and swallowed. “Because you’ve been with so many people?”

“Only two, but more than once with each. Gryffindor’s Head of House is far more pragmatic than yours, apparently. And my partners have been generous with their knowledge.”

“Who was it you were with?”

Harry shook his head. Hufflepuff boys were surprisingly open-minded and appreciative (and occasionally downright filthy), but he wasn’t going to take the time to explain that to someone who thought of that house as being filled with morons. “We’re naked in a shower, Malfoy. I’m not talking to you about other boys I’ve fucked. Now, come here.”

“No,” Malfoy said stubbornly.

Harry sighed. “What’s it going to take?”

Malfoy’s face took on that manipulative light it carried so well. “You let me fuck you.”

“No,” Harry said flatly. “I don’t fancy sitting on a sore arse all day because you don’t know what you’re doing. God knows you won’t take directions from me.”

“So I’m just supposed to let you walk around telling everyone you fucked me? I have my pride, you know!”

“And if I promised not to say a word?”

“Like I’m going to trust a promise from you.”

“Who the hell am I going to tell? It’s not like there’s a gossip mill in my house, you dope.”

“The Weasel and the mud—Granger!”

Harry paused. “You’re worried about being the one to take it? Worried about what people will say?”

Malfoy nodded stiffly.

“Then I’ll suck you off first,” Harry said. He picked up the soap, began to scrub it over his chest. “Then, if I talk, you can tell people that you had the great Harry Potter on his knees first. It gives me incentive to keep my mouth shut. Mutually assured destruction.”

Malfoy was looking at him speculatively. Harry wanted to roll his eyes; he didn’t think about sex the way Malfoy did. For him, there was no shame in any part of it—that he wanted to top was a mixture of personal preference and the real concern that Malfoy might hurt him because he didn’t care enough to be careful. But for a Slytherin like Malfoy, everything had to be a fucking power struggle. Literally, in this case.

“You’re going to suck me,” Malfoy repeated, his eyes now lingering on Harry’s lips. And when Harry’s hands drifted lower, spreading soap over his cock and balls, Malfoy’s eyes followed.

“Yup. The fucking will feel better if you don’t come first, but if you want to shoot down my throat, that’s fine too. I’ll even swallow.”

Malfoy let out a shaky breath. “Fine. But if you hurt me, I’ll kick your ass.”

Harry smiled. “Fair enough. Now get over here. You’re shivering, and it’s not that sexy.”

Harry was lying. Malfoy would be sexy if he was coated in mud and standing on his head.

When the slightly smaller boy ducked under the spray beside him, Harry noticed that the shivering didn’t go away. “You’re not cold,” Harry mused. He ran a experimental hand down Malfoy’s arm and watched him jump. “You’re shaking. Are you scared?”

“No,” Malfoy said petulantly.

“Okay,” Harry said, ignoring the obvious falsehood. He didn’t want Malfoy to use an argument as an excuse to run. “We’ll go slow.” At first, anyway.

Harry continued to stroke Malfoy’s arms, moving up and down, letting his fingers lift to trail across shoulders and then around the nape of his neck. He tugged Malfoy close and kissed him.

Malfoy hesitated before he tentatively kissed back. But then he wriggled away like a cat trying to escape a restrictive hold. “This is weird.”

“That’ll go away in a minute if you would just come here.” Abandoning debate, Harry grabbed the other boy, planted his feet against slipping, and yanked. A second later, his arms were filled with wet Malfoy, and Harry kissed him. It was a fierce kiss, forceful and demanding. He took no prisoners, just slanted his head, drove inside, and possessed.

And Malfoy melted.

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[raysrambles]

hyper specific thing of the day: I have this document (it's actually three documents split into volumes because it kept lagging out my computer) where the entire purpose is just to write down whatever the hell I'm thinking. there's shit dating back to 5th grade (I'm a junior). diary entries, commenting on fucking YouTube drama, terrible poetry from the middle of the night when I woke up with a thought apparently so profound that it was beyond my understanding when I read the poetry the next morning, what I ate for breakfast on February 16, 2018 (bagel with cream cheese), conspiracy theories, internet rabbit holes, my middle school "psychology experiments" (thats a story for another day), the thought about the nature of time I had during English class last week, literally anything. it's so much fun because I process things in words so when I can't or don't want to say stuff out loud I just write every thought that goes through my head and then it's there for me to look at tomorrow or in ten years or never again. 10/10 would recommend having a nonsense rambling document

#rambling #ray is in fact rambling hence the name of the blog #writing #shitpost

[mirasources]

RANDOM STARTER SENTENCES

these are random starter sentences that i came up with/thought of/ect. pronouns can be changed!

 ❝ this bag is mostly air with two freaking potato chips! ❞  ❝ something tells me there's more to what they said than they let on. ❞  ❝ i'll say it again. Freaking. lemon. meringue. pie! ❞  ❝ oh, come on! it's just two blocks away, don't give up now! ❞  ❝ i crave the souls of the innocent. not bagels. but i'll take cookies as a substitute. ❞  ❝ throw me into bed. please. ❞  ❝ i'm gonna rip this piece of paper in half and pretend it's their face. one sec. ❞  ❝ so... do you have anger management issues or is that just resting bitch face? ❞  ❝ i don't keep promises. why? because no one's kept their promise to me, that's why. ❞  ❝ no, i don't want to eat the potato. it's probably got GLaDOS in it. i don't want that in me. ❞  ❝ y'know, five seconds ago i would've been like 'no way', but now that you put it to me like that... ❞  ❝ there's a branch hanging in our yard. what does it have? apples! we get free apples! ❞  ❝ i'm gonna punt a bitch. ❞  ❝ y'know i might be all about the chaos, but thaaaat is a little much don'tcha think? ❞  ❝ i got my phd in communication. watch, i'll show you how it's done. ❞  ❝ there's a rabbit out there. it's staring at me with its soulless eyes.... getridofitplease. ❞  ❝ i know we said we wouldn't make any financial decisions without the other's permission but... i saw this poor thing and had to buy them. they were lonely. ❞  ❝ no, we don't eat cookies in bed. ❞  ❝ there's a what in the soup? ❞  ❝ that is the last time we're going to olive garden. ❞  ❝ is something burning or is that just-- ohmygod the stove's on fire! ❞  ❝ that could've been worse, right? right? ❞  ❝ i am not dealing with this! nope, i'm not putting myself on the cusp of a mental breakdown, thanks! ❞  ❝ y'know, when i said i wanted to go somewhere far away as a joke... i really didn't think you'd take it so seriously. ❞  ❝ i'm going out. i'm going for a walk. i need like an hour to process this. ❞  ❝ if (name) can move on, then so can i! ❞  ❝ i ate so much ice cream my stomach was in serious pain. 10/10 would do it again, worth it. ❞

#; rp meme #rp sentence meme #rp stuff #rp meme #roleplay meme #sentence starter meme #sentence starter prompts

[askstome]

First Week of November Eating <3

First week of eating in November! I ate a lot Friday/Saturday because I go to Shabbat dinner/lunch and it's hard for me to restrict in that environment :( I bought whey vanilla protein powder recently and I use that and oikos yogurt as the base for all my protein shakes!

Wed: 800 cals Burrata cheese - 338 Whiskey cider with a donut - 462 (I'm totally guessing on this)

Thurs: 753 cals Coffee - 210 Quesadilla - 240 Dumplings - 150 Chocolate - 153

Fri: 1,442 cals :( White rabbit candy - 22 Protein shake - 453 Raising canes - 535 Vegan shawarma, sweet potato, and ginger ale - 307 Grapes - 125

Sat: 1,511 cals :( Spinach bureka, grape leaves/dolmas, challah - 375 Cholent - 640 Babka - 100 Half lox and cream cheese bagel - 396

Sun: 654 cals Half lox and cream cheese bagel - 396 Banana - 105 Chocolate - 153

Mon: 793 cals Protein shake - 252 Bean and cheese salad - 503 Milky way mini - 38

Tues: 825 cals Bean and cheese quesadilla - 435 Half a pear - 49 Rice cake with cream cheese and jam - 206 Protein shake - 135

#i know I eat like shit i'm a college student #i'm guessing the calories on a lot of these #ed not sheeran #ed bllog #ed not ed sheeran #3d blog #3d meal #3d meals #ana meal #ana trigger #m34lspo #m3alspo #mealsp0 #⭐️ve

[chickensarentcheap]

Tyler stuff :)

@tragiclyhip​, @youflickedtooharddamnit​, @secretaryunpaid​

I stumbled upon this guy (Takota’s rabbit Bologna) in the upstairs hallway and nearly had a mini stroke.  I actually checked his pulse and expected the worst and starting planning the eulogy.  

He was  just sleeping.

Yeah, mum. Where’d the hot cheetos go?

I bet that’s why he has so much hair.  All those freaking cheetos she ate. 

You know Tanner’s been in the pantry when things are THIS organized

Feeling cute. Might wait you until you put on a shirt  to puke down your back.

I don’t care what she or anyone else says. This is what perfection looks like.

#hottie #MILF #MIDF (mother I DO f*ck)

What in the hell...

I’m gone for four days and I come back and find this over the light switch leading from the garage into the house.

Who did this? Which one of you spawns of Satan are responsible?

These kids are way too smart and creative (and sneaky) for their own good. 

We’re going to eat well for a week or two.

I kid, I kid.

I actually said that to the kids when we visited these guys and I think I traumatized them. For life.  I don’t think Addie and Kota will ever be the same.  I’ve never heard them scream that loud or seen them run that fast to their mother.

Finland.   Nothing but snow and the love of my life to entertain me.

Miss you kids. Wish you were here.

Not really.  On that last part.

Look at  little mate. Fearless.  Must be the ginger in him.

So I thought I’d take a glimpse at  my oldest’s Insta page. She’s away with her Aunt Riley, Aunt Shaena and her bestie Alannah.  And just like that, I aged about thirty years.

#ohhellno  #neverleavingthehouseagain

Can I help you?

Can’t even take a nap without an audience in this house.

“Show me your mean face!”

Not what I had in mind, but okay.

Happy 41st birthday to this not so big pain in my ass.

I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather drive batshit insane for the rest of my life.

Thanks for the horde of kids,  the daily trips to Target, the butt I accidentally grab during every surfing lesson, the cold feet that continuously press against my back in the middle of the night,   the lengthy and humorous conversations I have with you while you’re asleep, and all those times you’ve eaten the last bagel or taken all the best donuts before I can get to them.

I love you.    More than you’ll ever know.    

You are the love of my life.  My best friend. My confidant. My biggest cheerleader.  My lover. My wife. The mother of my children.   And I look forward to celebrating more of your birthdays with you.

PS:  I’m sorry I cheated on you in your dream last night. I didn’t mean it. It just happened.  Can I come back and sleep in the bed tonight?

#Tyler and Esme series #Esme Rake #Rake kids

[succs]

Season 4 scene idea

“Mr. Roy, can you tell us what your relationship with multimillion dollar private equity manager Stewy Hosseini is?”

“I’m Stew’s right-hand arm. Bro. I’m Stew’s fuckinnnn everything. Im his fucking business Euryalus, his best friend. His zoom call rabbit who ate his bagel”

“His what?”

“Uhm, his zoom call rabbit who ate his bagel.”

“His zoom call rabbit?”

“Yeah.”

“Is that what he calls you?”

“No.”

#succ.txt #kenstewy #ingo’s wisdom

[surveysand]

fifty.

Do you like using cinnamon on or in any of your food? i love cinnamon butter on toast, but other than that, no.

Did you ever make fortune tellers as a kid? only a few times.

Do you know how to cook or bake? i'm an okay better and a terrible cooker.

Who is the best cook in your family? my godfather.

Which berry is your favorite? strawberry.

What is your favorite thing to eat for breakfast? a bagel and egg.

Do you prefer cappuccinos or frappuccinos? cappuccinos.

Have you ever tried to learn a foreign language? i took five years of french throughout middle and high school and genuinely tried to get it to stick, but i've forgotten so much.

Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean? ocean, but i only will go where my feet can touch.

Do you own any leather-bound books? no.

Which baby animal is your favorite? baby pandas.

Do you like jam on your toast and biscuits? yes.

What was the scent of the last candle you burned? i don't know the exact name (and i'm too lazy to get up and check), but it's a vanilla-based, fall scent.

Are there any plants in your home? only fake ones.

Do you prefer honey, sugar, or something else as a sweetener? sugar.

What food does honey go best with? yogurt.

When is the last time you were lazy and just curled up to read a good book? a few weeks ago.

What was on the last sandwich that you ate? a burger, technically, so a burger patty, cheese, onion, ketchup, and mayo.

Have you ever carved a pumpkin? yes.

What is your favorite type of weather? low seventies, slightly breezy, overcast.

Do you love seeing frost hanging off leaves in the Winter? yes.

Do you love all the rain that Spring brings? yes.

Do you prefer wrapping presents or putting them in a bag? a bag, though i love wrapping them.

If your friend made you a batch of cookies, what cookies would you like them to be? chocolate chip.

What is your favorite book? the book thief by markus zusak.

Have you ever reread a book? many times.

What is your dream house like? a two-story penthouse. closed floor plan. large bedrooms and bathrooms.

Would you ever like to own a chandelier? sure.

What scent is the last body wash you used? coconut shea butter.

Do you have any religious symbols in your home? no.

What religion do you identify with, if any? none, though i was raised in the catholic church.

If you could have a small garden in your backyard, what would you plant? sunflowers.

What pets have you had while growing up? three dogs, a cat, and a rabbit. i got my own dog when i moved out of my parents' house.

If you went to an art museum, what do you think you would want to see first? i just go in order of the rooms.

What type of museum would you like to go to? i would love a to see a queer history museum.

Do you enjoy those tins of butter cookies? i haven't had them in so long, i don't remember if i liked them or not.

Are you diligent with your studies? yes.

Do you prefer to eat ice cream from a cone or a cup? cup.

When is the last time you went to a carnival? several years ago.

Have you ever been to the circus? yes, once when i was very young.

Do you own any art supplies? yes.

Do you have a favorite glass, cup, or mug? yes.

What are some of your favorite scents? vanilla, coconut, floral tones.

What is you favorite flavor of pudding and/or yogurt? vanilla pudding, blueberry yogurt.

Do you have a daily planner that you write in? no, but i did when i was in school.

What branch of science interests you the most? neuroscience.

Do you prefer writing in pen or pencil? pen.

How many notebooks do you own? Are they all filled? a few. none are filled completely.

Do you enjoy flavored coffee? If so, which flavor is your favorite? yes, caramel is my favorite.

What kind of tea is your favorite? sweet. i don't drink warm tea ever.

[theeveningletter]

Monday, 01/02/2023 @11:04 pm - 11:20 pm Last night's dreams: Rachel Deng had a pet baby seal that looked exactly like Poly so I thought it was a polar bear. I made a new friend who was Polynesian or Hawaiian. I've been daydreaming of going to Hawaii lately so that must be why. Mr. D was bald. I was monitoring a bunch of kids. I'm not sure where. I found a stray white cat (it was so pretty) and some cartoonishly flat rabbits. I collected them for an experiment that never happened.

Where I went today: Home.

What I ate today: For brunch (which I ate at nearly 4 pm), I had shrimp and rice, yogurt, coffee with almond milk, and a whole wheat bagel with cream cheese and strawberry jam. Only one side of the bagel had strawberry jam, which I'm glad I did because cream cheese and strawberry jam together are two flavours that taste quite different and meld together a bit strangely. Dad made me tea (orange pekoe with milk and no sugar) and I had a piece of bread with strawberry jam. And more yogurt.

What I did today: Not much. Stayed on my computer.

Media I consumed today: Billie and Jean Ep. 7 Space 1.8 - Nana Sinephro

Things I worked on today: Resume Website New photography instagram

Things I’m grateful for today: Mom - she bought me a cake for my birthday tomorrow! Dad - he made me tea and gave me a hug despite me being a bit of a mean girl lately.

Closing Thoughts: I don't know how much patience my parents have left for Jie Jie. This evening Popo called mom and mom was ranting about Jie. Said she was barely here the entire holiday and had been spending it at a boy's house that she only refers to as a "friend". And that she only eats takeout and oatmeal... Mom also told Popo that I sleep a lot. I actually sleep a very normal amount, I just sleep at 5 am and wake up at 2 pm. Dad asked me where the plunger in our bathroom was and I told him that Jie Jie said she was borrowing it. He said, "of all things to borrow why would she take the plunger?" and I told him I didn't know. Dad asked where she took it and I told him to the friend's place, to which he said, "She's an idiot." I agree. Because when she mentioned to me that she was borrowing it I asked her why her friends couldn't just buy their own plunger. And she said there wasn't a Dollarama or Walmart or something nearby. I told her there was an Ikea... to which she said, "Oh yeah, one opened up downtown." She then proceeded to bag up the plunger. She's so strange. Always borrows the most random items from home. Before, it was a scale because her then-boyfriend needed one to weigh his luggage (again, I don't know why he couldn't just buy one himself). And another time, she took over-the-counter medicine from our kitchen cabinet because her then-boyfriend was sick. I don't know why she constantly takes things like they're hers. The plunger is still at her "friend's" place and she is in Florida now.

#january #january 2023 #2023 #the evening letter #January 2

[la-zck]

just love the part where Kendall told Roman and the team to call Logan's doctor or he'll call his .. like hun, your doctor is busy dealing with a rabbit that ate a bagel for breakfast .. he's unavailable.

#kendall #kendall roy #kendall x stewy #hbo #kendall x jess #real talk #stewy hosseini #succession #succession hbo #emmys21 #rabbit #bagel #doctor #rabbit ate a bagel #rabbits shouldn't eat bagel

[nikkzwrites]

Yesterday Once More | Dark Fix-It Fic Series | Chapter 9

A/N: This fic is one that I started with my OC because honestly, I personally didn’t like how season 3 ended. So I am rewriting all of Dark with my OC Annalise Dahlheim. I hope you all like it. Some things will be expanded more on just for more depth to Dark that season 3 kinda skipped over so…. yeah.

CW: Canon Typical Triggers: Smoking, Sex, Language, Drugs, Drinking, Death, Violence, Suicide Mentions, Cutting, Violence.

Word Count:  6.5k

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That morning Jonas woke up slowly. His lulled senses were comforted by the smell of the girl next to him. His eyes actually remained closed in fear that if he were to open them, she would not be there with him and that her presence in his life at all was just all a pleasant dream to soothe himself of his misery. He pulled her tighter to him at that thought. He curled around her entangling their legs together to trap her there with him. Tears fell from his eyes without his permission, yet he couldn’t stop it. He pressed his forehead against Annalise’s neck as his body heaved.

Annalise slowly untangled her legs just enough to be able to turn to the boy. She snaked her arms around him and pulled him closer. The girl pet his head. She steadied her breathing taking large, slow, breaths to calm him down. 

Jonas buried his face into her neck and wrapped his legs with hers again. His fingertips pressed into her and pulled into his fists taking parts of her shirt with them. He felt so small so powerless to do anything of value. His lips brushed against her skin as he blubbered. His breathing fast and shaky as if trying to cross a recently frozen lake that just started to crack. The feeling of her fingers rubbing circles into his scalp soothed him. His well of grief started to dry up as he calmed. He allowed her warmth and soft nature to finally reach him once more. Her light shined past his clouds giving them a nice rosy hue. 

Annalise gently pressed her lips against the side of Jonas’s head. “It’s okay,” She soothed, “Everything’s okay, Jonas.” She started to finger comb her way out of his hair so that she could trace patterns into his back and shoulders. Despite being so close to him, her heart was actually complying and not allowing the lack of space between them to affect its job. She rubbed her cheek against his head. “I’m here,” she whispered, “You’re safe here in my arms.”

Jonas nodded and slowly pulled his face out of her neck to press his forehead against hers. His shattered breathing tried to mimic Annalise’s. His cheeks burned as she brushed his tears away. His throat was dry. It hurt when he tried to speak, “Can I stay with you today?” He felt so weak, like a child asking their mother if they could stay home from school. Jonas felt as if he was admitting defeat until he felt her hands interlace themselves with his.

Annalise brought his now held hands up to her lips and kissed his knuckles, “Of course you can. We can even stay right here if you want us not to move.” 

“I’m sorry,” Jonas admitted.

Annalise giggled, “It’s completely okay, Jonas. What else would you want to do?”

A growl erupted from his stomach. Embarrassed, his face glowed. He started to chuckle and commented, “Eat probably. I forgot to eat yesterday.”

Annalise shook her head and wiggled her nose against his, “No wonder you are being so emotional today then Silly. You need to eat.” She pulled away from him after kissing his forehead and went to her wardrobe. She opened it up to try and find a suitable outfit for that day.

Jonas carefully tore himself from the comfort of the bed. Once his feet hit the cold harsh floor, he rushed and held Annalise once more. He rested his chin on her head. His arms wrapped around her waist.

Annalise patted his head and asked, “Do you want to pick out my outfit?”

Jonas nodded forcing Annalise to squirm down to make sure he was comfortable.

“Okay,” she smiled up at him through the mirror inside the door, “What sort of thing were you thinking?”

Jonas blanked. He had no idea about what girls wore or what looked good. He felt like an idiot for saying he wanted to pick out her outfit. He started to panic, “Uh…”

Annalise laughed, “It’s okay! Why not you just pick what sort of...feeling… you want the outfit to give and I pick based on that?”

“Uh…” Jonas tried to think. He sighed and placed his cheek more on her head, “What do you mean?”

Annalise giggled, “Okay, so what do you want to do today?”

Jonas shrugged, “Whatever you want to do. I just... “

“It’s okay,” Annalise tilted her head and kissed his cheek, “Why don’t we take a bike ride and go have a small lunch out at the lake?”

Jonas nodded, “That sounds fine to me.”

Annalise smiled and removed herself from his arms. She took his hands as she looked at him, “Do you wanna invite your mom out with us? It might be good to have a family outing.”

Jonas shrugged again, “As long as you are there, I don’t mind.” He really hoped that Annalise wouldn’t invite the rest of the group though. He didn’t really want to have to deal with seeing Martha right now nor did he want to see anyone else for that matter. But if she did, he'd just try to stick to Annalise like glue.

As if she could sense his hesitation, Annalise smiled and told him, “It could just be you and me if you want through Jonas. No one else has to be with us if you aren’t comfortable…”

Jonas nodded quickly, “Please.”

Annalise pulled one of her hands away to place it on his cheek. She watched as he pressed against her palm as if it were the only comfort he had in the entire world. The girl giggled and said, “We are going to have to part ways for a little bit, okay? Why don't you go hop in the shower while I change and go make you some breakfast?”

Jonas nodded, but did not move. His feet firmly planted so that he wouldn’t leave. It took him a minute to unstick himself and turn to go to the bathroom to take a shower.

Annalise walked downstairs to see Hannah getting ready to leave for a job. She smiled and gave the woman a hug. She waved her off and started to cook some pancakes for the boy. She laughed as she cooked ignoring her phone which had Martha frantically texting her. 

Jonas washed off yesterday and watched it go down the drain. He was alone. Very alone. He groaned. The cool water kept his mind from wandering too far down the rabbit hole. He did zone out until he smelled it. They smelled different though, like it was burnt.

Screaming rang through the house as Annalise watched her pancake start burning. She tossed it into the sink and tried to put it out with a towel. Luckily the banging on the stairs meant Jonas was on his way. She started to cry. The fire was out but there was the burnt pancake.

Jonas nearly slipped running downstairs as fast as he possibly could while still getting dressed decently enough. By time, he got to Annalise, she was standing there crying, staring at the sink as black smoke rose from the pan. She looked as if her entire world was ending just because she burnt one pancake. Her fingers clutching her hair. Her body shaking. Jonas couldn’t help but laugh. He ran his fingers through his hair laughing.

Annalise turned to the blond. “It’s not funny,” she pouted, going over to cry in his arms, “We make pancakes differently in America.” Tears streamed down her face. She tried to sniffle them back.

Jonas nodded, “It kinda is though. Funny, I mean. I have no idea about the different pancakes.” He wrapped his arms around her and rocked her trying to stop himself from laughing.

After calming herself down for a little bit, she realized that they had more skin on skin contact than normal. She pulled away and blushed. She grumbled at him, "go put on a shirt."

Jonas chuckled, "how do I know you won't burn the house down as soon as I turn my back again."

"Well, if I can somehow do that while making cereal with milk, then I have a new magic show," Annalise joked back. She turned and tried to reach up for the box of cereal. She smiled to herself.

Jonas reached up to grab it and teased, “The fiery temptation Lise of burning heart.”

“And silent but ever present, lovely assistant, Jonas,” she teased back, snatching the box from him.

Jonas laughed, “I get it. I get it.” He pressed his head against hers for a second, “I’ll be back soon.” He released himself from her to walk upstairs to finish getting changed.

Annalise smiled as she started to throw away the defunct pancake while she made them bagels instead. She grabbed the jam and placed it on the table along with a few other toppings. This felt nice. As if they were already in love with a house of their own. Annalise hummed as she got everything ready for the two of them. She also started to pack some food for the picnic later. The girl daydreamed of their future life. She moved her hair from her neck so that the image of Jonas in her mind could rest his head there as she worked. Annalise bit her lip thinking of his lips pressed against her neck, not in sorrow, but full of love. The girl didn’t realise she was giggling until she heard his voice.

“Still thinking of our teases,” he asked. Jonas sat at the table. Something felt melancholic about this delightful moment. He sat and ate trying to figure out what it was. Then it hit him. This was basically exactly like before. When his father was around, every breakfast was just like this. He sorrowfully smiled.

Annalise kissed his temple, “Is there something wrong?”

“Hm,” Jonas looked up at her, “Oh, no. I’m sorry. It’s perfect actually.” He smiled, “It just reminds me of some of my happiest days.”

Annalise moved to sit across from him. She smeared jelly across her bagel and took a bite, “Oh?”

Jonas nodded, “Thank you. For everything I mean. It’s nice to have a day of normalcy.”

“Well, if normalcy is what you want, we can…” Annalise trailed off.

Jonas shook his head, “I thought your original plan was better.” He took a bite of his cereal. He smiled at her with a full heart. 

Bartosz stared at his phone. There on his screen was a picture of Annalise on Magnus’s shoulders and Martha on his in the middle of the water trying to knock each other off. Everyone was all smiles then. The four of them were a perfect team and laughs were never scarce. Thinking back to a few minutes after that picture, Magnus tossed Anna off his shoulders, knocking all three of Bartosz, Martha, and her into the water. Bartosz remembered seeing her terrified face for a split moment before Martha and he pulled her up. After she was out of the water, she had panicked with only him seeing it as Martha was already fighting with her brother. The girl was shaking, hyperventilating, and crying. She was doubled over whispering to herself. Every part of her was trembling in an instinctual fear. Right when he reached to touch her shoulder, Anna came back to life. Her smile illuminated once more. She laughed, “Oh. You rightfully won then right? No need to rub it in Bartosz.”

Bartosz smirked and chuckled, “Well there’s no need to cry over losing either, but here we are!” He slicked back his hair from his face while talking to her trying to hide that he was concerned for her. 

Annalise had rolled her eyes, “Thanks I guess.” Her sneer still rang through his mind. He didn’t want to hurt her, but soon Martha and Magnus were at her side taking care of her. There was a flutter in his gut. He knew he did the right thing. As Martha scolded him, he couldn’t take his eyes off Annalise starting to smile once more. A small quiet part of him at the time was delighted seeing her bubbly once more.

Meanwhile, Martha stared at her phone. Neither of the two had texted her since the incident. Her heart ached. She realized now just how much Annalise must have liked the boy. He was something like the boy she described as one of the reasons for her coming to Winden. However, Martha knew for a fact that Jonas was not that boy, because he was with her that day and night. She shook her head off and just tried to focus back on the fact that Jonas had kissed her back. She wasn’t crazy. He loved her. She loved him. This was going to work out fine. Annalise would grow to be okay once she was back home.

Jonas chuckled at Annalise’s hesitation to get on his bike. He shook his head, “I promise we won’t fall.”

“I don’t trust you,” Annalise laughed, “Magnus had a lot more practice with Mikkel and Martha. How much have you had?”

He chuckled, “None.” He laughed seeing her back away from him. He grabbed onto her waist, “No, no, no.” He held her close, “You just have to trust me that I won’t let us.”

Annalise rolled her eyes, “You are insane. Let me go. We can just walk.”

“You said bike ride earlier,” He smiled.

She shook her head, “Fine. But I am not happy.” She handed Jonas the basket which he tied to the back. She stood on the cogset. Annalise hid a smile in his hair as they took off. 

It was not long before they both were there laying on the sandy beach eating, laughing, playing. The two teenagers finally having a moment of rest together before the next day arose.

That next day in 1953, Ulrich sat outside the bunker. He was in awe and disbelief of what he had done. Had he really killed a child. If so, why was he still here? His hands shook as he cried. He really had just killed a child.

Bernd sat in Egon’s office. He was there to report Helge’s disappearance. He was terrified the people who were against the powerplant had taken his son. He needed to know that they were going to find Helge.

Egon walked into his office, “Mr. Kahnwald told me that… your son has gone missing.”

“Yes, since yesterday,” Bernd confirmed.

Egon asked, “And when was that exactly?”

“My wife said it was around three o’clock,” Bernd explained. Egon started to hurriedly make notes as the man leaned over, “Mr. Tiedemann, I want you to find my son. Whatever it costs. I don’t care about anything else. The nuclear power plant, anything at all. Just bring me back my son.” He put his hat on and excused himself out of the man’s office.

Greta sat with Noah and confessed, “I prayed to God to get rid of the child before it was ever born. And after I had him, I prayed every day that something would befall him. Because he may not be Bernd’s child. Because maybe he wasn’t a child created out of love, but…” She trailed off then sighed looking at the paster, “That’s what’s in my head. Every day. I can’t escape it. It’s my fault.”

Noah shook his head, “We are all full of sin. No pure human being exists. But no matter what we do, we never fall any lower than into God’s hands.”

“And what if they aren’t God’s hands,” Greta asked him, “What if they are the hands of the devil?”

Noah comforted her. He gently placed a hand on top of her clasped ones in her lap, “God sent me to you. Did he not? We don’t meet the people we meet by accident. We touch the lives of others and are touched ourselves, and thus God’s hands guide us to our true destiny. Let us pray. Even though I walk through the darkest valley,I will fear no evil… for you are with me...  ” Noah looked at the picture of Helge and turned back to her, “your rod and your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely your goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.”

Ulrich walked along the road with his head down when Egon spotted him. Right when Ulrich realized what was happening. He took off running into the woods. He tried to make it to the caves, but the young Egon tackled him to the ground. When Ulrich was able to crawl away, Egon pulled his gun and shot it into the air.

“Stop,” He commanded. He then pointed his gun at the man who slowed his pace to a stop. Ulrich placed his hands out already knowing the drill. “Hands up,” Egon yelled, “What did you do to the two boys at the construction site?” He asked. Ulrich turned to the man. Egon then asked, “Where’s Helge? That was you too.”

Ulrich asked, “The two boys? That’s impossible. They can’t be there. I changed that.” 

“What did you change,” Egon asked, keeping the gun up.

Ulrich panted from running so hard, “The course of time. Helge’s dead. Helge can never be able to kill again.”

“You’re a madman,” Egon shook his head at Ulrich, “Go on, turn around. Turn around! Down!” Egon kicked behind Ulrich’s knees annoyed at how slow Ulrich was going, “On your knees!”

“But I changed it,” Ulrich whispered to himself as Egon started to cuff the man.

Down in the bunker, Helge sprang to life causing the second canister in the time machine to go up.

In 1986, Boris ran through the forest trying to get away from the cops. He held his shoulder and bag as he limped. He could hear the dogs barking trying to get to him and find him. He ducked behind a tree and lifted his mask up to take it off. He then placed it on his wound while hiding his gun in his jeans.

Seeing Katharina standing outside by herself, Hannah walked over to her. Katharina turned her head and blew her cigarette smoke in her face, “Piss off.”

Hannah stayed and asked, “I just wanted to know, is Ulrich still in prison?”

Katharina tilted her head and replied, “They have to release him today.”

“Did Tiedemann say who told him,” Hannah asked.

Katharina shook her head at the young girl’s question and took another puff of her dirty habit.

“And you and Ulrich,” Hannah asked.

Katharina looked at Hannah and asked, “What about us?”

“I don’t know,” Hannah answered, “Won’t your mom freak out if you keep seeing him?”

Katharina nodded but shrugged, “I don’t care. Nobody’s going to come between us. That’s love, you know. It’s stronger than hate. But you don’t get that yet. If I find out who told the cops that… I’m going to clobber them.”

Hannah started to calculate things. She looked up and said, “Maybe it was Regina. I mean, Tiedemann is her grandfather.” After that seed was planted, she turned and said, “See you.” She left Katharina to her thoughts.

After school, Ulrich held Katharina. His chin on her shoulder as they leaned up against the lumber. Katharina commented, “I can’t believe you were in jail Ulrich. That’s really harsh.”

Ulrich took her cigarette out of her hand and smoked a bit of it himself. After, he handed it back to the girl and blew the smoke out. He went back to cuddling her. 

“Why does Tiedemann have it in for you,” She asked after flicking off some of the ash to the ground and handing it back.

Ulrich half-jokingly commented, “He thinks I’m the AntiChrist.”

Katharina giggled until she saw Regina walking home. She stormed over to her, “Hey, Tiedemann! Damn four-eyes!” As Regina took off her headphones, Katharina pushed her, “I know what you did. You trying to get me back for the summer? It was a game. We wouldn’t have left you hanging there all night. We couldn’t have known you were so damn fragile!” Katharina pushed her again.

Regina trembled. She bent down to pick up her violin, “I have to go.” She tried to leave, but Katharina pushed her away from her instrument.

“You see this,” Katharina asked, “My mom did this. And why? Because you fed your grandpa bullshit!”

Regina cried out, “I didn’t! Honest!”

“Rape,” Katharina growled, “is that the best you could come up with?”

Ulrich grabbed onto his girlfriend’s wrist trying to get her to back down, “Come on Katharina.”

The girl pulled away from him and whispered down to Regina, “You make me sick.” She took her knee and shoved the girl in the stomach with it. 

Regina doubled over in pain and agony.

Boris walked out of the forest seeing a blonde girl beating up a smaller brunette. He yelled, “Hey, stop!”

“Screw off,” Katharina yelled at the boy, “It’s none of your business.”

He continued to walk to them, “I told you to stop.”

Katharina pushed Regina away from her, “And I told you to screw off.”

Boris looked at them. He motioned to Regina and said, “Apologize to her.” When Katharina didn’t move, he took out his gun and cocked it, “I said you should apologize.”

Ulrich started to back off knowing that the other boy was serious. 

“And how do I know it’s real,” Katharina asked.

Boris took the magazine to show the girl that it was full and placed it back in. He pointed it back at her again and said, “You two get the hell out of here, and fast. And if you hurt her again, I’ll finish you.”

The couple quickly ran away. Boris limped over to Regina. He put his gun away and placed a hand on her shoulder, “Everything’s okay.” 

Regina’s breath was taken away. She stared at him. When she finally took her breath back, she smiled, “Thanks.” 

Boris nodded. He then collapsed backwards. He reached into the inside of his jacket to check his wound again.

“You’re bleeding,” Regina said, concerned.

Boris started to sit up again, “It’s not so bad.”

Regina shook her head, “You have to see a doctor.”

Boris shook his head at her scared that they were going to find him if she took him to the hospital.

Regina offered, “We have bandages. My mother isn’t home. I can do it.” When she watched Boris nod, Regina asked, “What’s your name?”

“Aleksander,” Boris lied.

A middle aged Helge walked out of the bunker with one of the belts and a pan. He had no idea he was being watched by the older version of himself. Helge walked inside the cabin to go to clean it up as well as start on his art project. 

After being cleaned up, the, now, Aleksander took all the evidence and buried it while being watched by Hannah. After he finished with that, he walked into Claudia’s office. He introduced himself with a cocky smile.

“So you’re a friend of my daughter’s,” Claudia asked, “And all this time I thought she didn’t care about boys.” She stood in front of her desk.

Aleksander nodded, “I’m new in town. Looking for work. Regina told me you might be able to help me.”

Claudia asked, “Do you have training?”

“I’m a metal worker,” he explained, “I can work. Hard. I’m a fast learner.”

The woman looked him over, “You’re not from here?”

“All I’m asking for is a chance,” Aleksander said.

Claudia stood up, “I’m sorry. We don’t need anyone at the moment. But maybe we will soon. Where can I reach you?”

“I’ll just come by again tomorrow,” the boy explained with a smile.

While this happened, Regina started to brush out her curls trying to straighten them.

Noah worked with the middle aged Helge on the chair. Helge shook and asked, “Why doesn’t it work?”

“It will, be patient,” The man told Helge, “Do you think Einstein would have given up so fast? It is the fate of pioneers to persistently pursue their aim. To believe, although no one believes.”

Helge shook his head, “I don’t want to do this anymore.” He held the screwdriver tightly, “Why would God want any of this?”

“Yes,” Noah said, walking towards him, “Why would God want any of this? After looking into hell, as you have, it can never be forgotten. It becomes a part of you. And the idea of God, of Jesus the Savior, becomes a thread of hope you cling to. All of us who know the darkness long for the light, but… There is no God!” Noah topk Helge’s hand, “God didn’t make this hole among us. God doesn’t have a plan. There is no plan at all. There’s nothing but chaos out there. Pain… and chaos!”

Helge started to panic as Noah continued to talk and start to take the screwdriver to poke it into his stomach. 

Noah then held Helge, “People are bad. Malicious, evil. Life is nothing but a spiral of pain.” He pat the man’s back, “And the world is doomed to be destroyed. But this here… This is our ark and I’m Noah. If we can harness this energy, we can change everything. Then we decide the world’s fate, far removed from all the evil and from all the pain. We’ll create a time machine. That reorders everything, the beginning and the end.”

The third canister lifted in the time machine as the third event fell into place then.

In 2019, Hannah stood on the counter to grab a small box down from on top the cabinets. The kids were God knows where. Those two were, thankfully, up each other’s asses as of late. She was hard pressed to think of a time she saw one without the other close behind. It kind of sickened her to see them so wrapped up in their own little world. Like no one else in it mattered. Yet, it was nice to see her son smiling like he had before his father passed. She placed the box down on the table and removed the bag of evidence against Boris.

Magnus kissed Franziska. Before he could steal another one, she pushed him away and said, “I have to go.”

Magnus reached over to his night stand and handed Franziska her eagle necklace, “Here.”

“Where did you get this,” Franziska asked the boy.

Magnus told her, “I found it under the bridge.”

“Just because we fuck doesn’t mean you have to know everything about me,” she complained as she put on her pants.

Magnus grabbed her hand and pulled her down to meet him. He caressed her face, “I don’t want to hurt you, okay? I want to know who you are. Who you really are.” 

Franziska shook her head and placed his hand down, “Not today, okay?” She stood and left.

Martha sat watching the television upset still. She grabbed her phone and tried to call Jonas.

Jonas sat in his room listening to Annalise take a shower. He played with the red knot in his hand when his phone started to ring. He tried to ignore it with tears filling his eyes. It wasn’t long before he heard Lise’s water turn off. He walked and sat with his back against the door with his eyes closed just wanting to be as close to her as he could be. He missed the happiness and the carefreeness of the previous day. He missed the world that was just he and Annalise where their phones stayed at the house where neither of them would be bothered.

“Hey,” Martha told Jonas’s voicemail, “It’s me. Call me back, for crying out loud!”  She was getting frustrated. What was going on with those two? She huddled with her knees in her sweater. Then she looked towards the stairs hearing someone hurry down. When she looked, she saw the redhead. “Franziska,” she asked confused.

Franziska nodded, “Martha.” Then she turned and left.

Magnus walked in and sat next to his pale faced sister. He ignored her disgusted stare behind her tear stained face. 

“Why is it that we all keep our secrets from one another,” Martha asked her brother.

Magnus sighed and grabbed the remote, “Somethings you just want to keep to yourself.” He fought so hard to not make a smarter comment at the girl about the things he knew. He already knew his sister had been crying over it, so he decided to just let her sit with the guilt. Just like how Annalise was doing.

Bang, Bang, Bang yelled the Kahnwald’s door. Hannah walked over to answer it and said, “Katharina! This is a surprise.”

Katharina stormed in, “Where is he?”

“Who,” asked Hannah.

Katharina growled, “Don’t act so stupid. Ulrich! Is he here?” She looked up the stairs.

Hannah turned around innocently and walked into the kitchen, “No. Why would he be here?”

“You lying piece of shit,” Katharina growled rushing at Hannah. She pushed her, “How long has it been going on? A month? Half a year? Or longer?” When Hannah started to stutter, Katharina mimicked her then yelled, “I don’t know where my son is! And I don’t know where my husband is! My husband! Do you understand?” Katharina tapped on the counter next to the trapped Hannah and asked, “Did you fuck here?” She then stormed to the table and shook it, “Or here?” She paced back to Hannah and asked, “Or in my house? In my bed?”

Hannah calmly told Katharina, “He isn’t here.”

Katharina stared at her, “Is it fun for you? Yeah? Does it turn you on? Destroying the lives of others? My life and my children’s lives? Did you think about that when you stuck your scrawny ass out to him?” Katharina harshly grabbed Hannah’s ass for emphasis.

Hannah just calmly walked away and played with her hands. “It’s over,” Hannah told Katharina, “It’s over.” She walked over to the sink and heard Katharina collapse in a chair at the table. Slowly Hannah slid into one of the other chairs. “I ended it,” Hannah lied, “I never wanted any of it. But… he just didn’t let up. You know how he can be. He wanted to leave you. I told him that was crazy.  He said that he didn’t love you anymore. That he loves me. But I want you to know that’s it’s over now, Katharina. It’s over.”

Katharina shook her head and started to cry. 

Bartosz sat in his house playing video games trying to get out all of his aggression. He noticed an old lady walking up to his house. He walked to the door and opened it, “Can I help you?”

“You must be Bartosz,” She said, “I’m Claudia, your grandmother. Is your mother home?”

“My mother told me you died before I was born,” Bartosz argued.

Claudia nodded, “I’m sure your mother told you lots of stories about me. Only some of them are true.” She walked inside and chatted with her grandson, “It looks so different than it did. There was no addition.”

Bartosz lounged back on the sofa staring at her, “Why did Mom tell me you’re dead?”

“For your mom, I’m sure I am,” Claudia admitted, “I wasn’t a particularly good mother, you know. You’re a lot like the two of them. Your eyes. Your chin. You look a lot like your parents.”

Bartosz sat up and then asked, “If you’re not dead, where were you all these years?”

Claudia sighed, “that’s a long story. Maybe I’ll tell you one day.”

“Regina won’t be home till late,” Bartosz tried to get her to explain, “Are you going to wait or…?”

Claudia shook her head, “Not today. I have to take care of something.” She reached into her pocket and handed Bartosz a note, “I want you to give her this. Will you do that for me?” Bartosz opened it and looked at a picture of his grandmother and Regina from when she was his age, “That was before. Before that summer and everything else that followed it. I made lots of mistakes back then. Believe me, if I could turn back time, I would do lots of things differently.”

Today, Hannah was called in by Aleksander to give him a massage. She did her job for him as she normally did, but then grabbed the bag and placed it on the ground in front of him, “Do you recognize this? All these years I’ve wondered why I kept it. But there’s a time for everything. Don’t worry. The contents are in safe keeping.”

“What do you want,” Aleksander asked.

Hannah asked, “Why do some people have everything and some nothing? Why do you and Regina have a beautiful home and I can’t even pay my electrical bill? Why does fate predestine a good life for some and not for others?”

“Do you want money,” he asked.

Hannah replied, “I don’t want any money. I want you to do me a favor. I want you to destroy Ulrich. I want him to lose everything. Everything.”

“How am I supposed to do that,” the man asked desperately, “What do you have in mind?”

Hannah wiped off her hands and told him, “I don’t give a damn how you do it or who you pay, just destroy him.” She took her bag, before she left she said, “Boris Niewald. Interesting name. I think it suits you much better.”

It was raining when Annalise and Jonas finally decided to go and grab some food for themselves. Annalise sighed and hummed. She had left her umbrella at the school from the play so she didn’t exactly have something prepared. Jonas looked at her and commented, “You can go grab an old jacket of mine upstairs. I’ll start getting going. Just come meet up with me. I’ll go slow. Just take the back way out of the house.”

Annalise nodded. She smiled and said, “See you soon.” She ducked back into the house and ran upstairs.

Jonas sighed and put on his hood to his raincoat and grabbed his bike. He started to walk onto the road when he was stopped by a brunette in the road. He slipped off his hood and walked up to her. 

“Hello,” Martha greeted him.

Jonas stared at her, “Hello.” He stood there for a second then said, “I have to go.” He tried to walk past her.

Martha held out her arm and barked, “You have to go? Can you tell me what’s going on? I’ve been trying to reach you for days and you don’t even write back!” She panted angrily then asked, “What was that after rehearsal?” When Jonas didn’t reply, she continued, “You just make out with me. Did you think, ‘the chick’s unstable, so I’ll take what I can get?’” She stared at him expecting him to say something. When he didn’t, she shoved him yelling, “God, say something!” 

Jonas stood there thanking everything that Annalise was taking her sweet time trying to find an old jacket of his to wear and to get back outside. He would have hated to see Martha’s reaction to seeing Annalise there with him. Jonas honestly didn’t know what to say to Martha though. He went with the simple answer, “It was wrong.”

“What was wrong,” Martha asked him. Her frustration grew more.

Jonas tried his hardest not to let his emotions get to him, “The thing with us. It wasn’t right.”

“Because of Bartosz,” Martha asked.

Jonas swallowed, “No, not because of Bartosz.”

“Annalise then,” Martha asked frantically.

Jonas shook his head, “No. It has nothing to do with her. Because of us. It…” This hurt him more than anything to say. He had been hoping to avoid the breaking of his own heart as well as hers for days now. He was thankful the rain was hiding his tears, “We’re just not a good match, okay?”

“We’re not a good match,” Martha asked frenziedly. 

Jonas nodded annoyed that she wouldn’t just leave him alone in his misery, “Yeah. We’re not a good match. The whole thing is wrong. We’re wrong.” He tried to get past her again.

Martha stood in front of him and pressed her lips against his. When she kissed him, she could feel him kissing back. Satisfied with that, she pulled away to see Jonas still barely moving from his spot from kissing her back. “So this is wrong,” She asked when he opened his eyes.

Jonas let a small nod out. He pulled away from her and walked away, “I’m sorry.”

Annalise popped out from behind the house and hopped up to show her head over the fence, “Hey Jonas.” She smiled in one of his oversized hoodies. The hood was so huge on her.

“Hey there dummy,” Jonas greeted her, “go around. You won’t make it over that side unless you get help and I’m not doing it. Because we will both fall, get wet, and you will rip my hoodie.”

Annalise pouted, “Fine.” She ducked back down not even noticing Martha was there. She ran to the other fence and jumped it to join Jonas.

Martha could hear him ask her, “What took you so long?” Her eyes started to fill with tears seeing them together. Jonas didn’t seem happy at first, but he wasn’t unhappy either. She could tell that he cherished her. Annalise just radiated so much happiness and devotion when she was with him. There was no one else in the world when they were together. Annalise danced around him while she could see him starting to liven back up from her antics. What truly broke her though, was that those two didn’t even need to kiss. Jonas just grabbed her to have Annalise next to him. With that, Annalise slipped her arm into his and laced her fingers with his. She put her head on his shoulder as they walked. Martha started to sob.

Aleksander stared at the bag as he started to make a few calls about Ulrich. He was so scared now. About the truck and his future.

Now the machine now whirled to life as the final piece started to fall into place.

Bartosz stood outside waiting for Noah. He got into the car and told the man, “You were right. Everything you predicted has happened.” He leaned his head against the window. It looked as though he had been crying before Noah had arrived. 

“Did you think about my offer,” Noah asked. 

Bartosz nodded, “Yes.”

In 1953, young Tannhaus disassembled the cellphone that Ulrich had left in his house. The grayed Claudia walked in effortlessly. The man stood up and asked, “Can I help you?”

She looked around then said, “I think I have something that could interest you.” She took out plans for the time machine and spread it out, “I want you to build this for me. It’s something that will set the course of time straight.”

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Alumni Spotlight: Perri di Christina ’16, mezzo-soprano

Perri di Christina was a fifth-year double-degree student in 2015 when she learned that the Oberlin College Choir would be performing Aaron Copland’s In the Beginning that fall. She leapt at the opportunity to audition for conductor Gregory Ristow ’01 to sing the work's solo for mezzo-soprano. And Perri won the job! “It was a difficult piece and entirely a cappella," she says today, "but Greg gave me fantastic tips and tricks to navigate its complex musical structure.”

Now halfway through her master’s degree at the Mannes School of Music in New York City, di Christina still holds Oberlin near to her heart. And when Ristow chose Stravinsky’s Les Noces for the fall 2018 concert cycle, he invited di Christina to return as the mezzo soloist. She’ll be close to home when the Oberlin College Choir takes the piece on the road to Carnegie Hall on January 19.

In preparation for a preview performance of Les Noces in Oberlin followed by her Carnegie debut, di Christina spent a week on campus before the holidays rehearsing with the choir—an experience she calls a “nostalgia fest.”

“I ate a bagel at The Local [Coffee and Tea] every morning and had dinner at Kim’s [Grocery & Carryout Restaurant] every night.” The young singer is honored to be part of the project, and she's thrilled by all that she’s learned from the process so far. “Opportunities like this—coming back to your alma mater and debuting at Carnegie Hall—do not come around often, and I thank my lucky stars that I get to work with all of these incredibly talented Oberlin musicians throughout the process,” Perri says.

Les Noces involves a number of elements: four pianos, a full percussion section, a chorus, and four vocal soloists. Its thick musical textures and complex meter are hurdles that all members of the ensemble must overcome, but di Christina has additionally embraced the technical workout the piece provides. “The mezzo solo sits in a tricky place in my voice,” she explains. “The most rewarding part of the process so far has been feeling the piece gradually fall into my body. The intense work I’ve put into Les Noces has informed my technique in other repertoire tremendously.” She’s also enjoyed cultivating the Russian folk style in her voice, which Stravinsky likely would have appreciated.

Thoughts of di Christina's Oberlin days fill her with fond memories. “Oberlin gave me so much while I was a student," says the former philosophy and vocal performance major. "Obviously, the whole experience of preparing and performing my first operatic role as Don Ramiro in Mozart’s opera La finta giardiniera is unforgettable. It was my first real role, my first taste of Mozart—one of my favorite composers to sing—and my chance to share the stage with some terrific rabbit costumes!” she says, a reference to one of many endearing staging devices employed by opera theater director Jonathon Field.

“I loved my philosophy of music class that was joint taught by [Oberlin College philosophy professor] Katherine Thomson Jones and Jamie O’Leary!” she exclaims, noting that she recently dug up the syllabus for that class online in order to jog her memory of a particular philosopher and consequently ended up re-reading half of the articles listed there. “That class married my philosophy and performance degrees beautifully.”

Head to oberlin.edu/oberlin-in-nyc for tickets and complete details about the Oberlin College Choir’s January 19 appearance at Carnegie Hall! ______

ABOUT OBERLIN IN NYC

The Oberlin Conservatory of Music is a world leader in the training of professional musicians. On January 16 and 19, 2019, three Oberlin ensembles will present notable programs in New York City’s iconic venues. Leading the way on Wednesday, January 16, is the inaugural performance of the Oberlin Sonny Rollins Jazz Ensemble at Dizzy’s Club Coca-Cola with award-winning guest pianist Sullivan Fortner, a 2008 Oberlin Conservatory alumnus.The Oberlin College Choir and Oberlin Orchestra share the stage on Saturday, January 19, at Carnegie Hall’s Stern Auditorium in a showcase program that includes Stravinsky’s dramatic and rarely performed Les Noces.

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