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violetwolfraven · 3 years

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Peace and Joy

@spot-king-of-brooklyn I’m your secret Santa! @newsies-secretsanta

You said your favorite ships are sprace and/or javid and you’re good with pretty much anything so I’m gonna write two separate vaguely holiday-related oneshots in the reincarnation AU. Don’t worry though nothing heavy, just fluff. No COVID because I’ve had enough of that dude and I say so. Enjoy! Happy Holidays!

Tw: referenced past period-typical homophobia.

...

Spot couldn’t remember being this happy... ever. Not in the early 1900s or in the early 2000s.

Well, the closest he could think of was 1902, when he and Race moved on from being newsies and from being leaders of their respective boroughs and rented that old apartment in Brooklyn together. But that had been muted by the need to be careful. They couldn’t be normal young people in love because they always had to hide.

And that was fine at the time because it was expected. It was them doing whatever it took to be together not knowing they’d ever get the chance to do it another way.

Now, in the bright, beautiful, forward-thinking 21st century, they could be safe. They could be in love without fear of the consequences. They could go out Christmas shopping together, and Spot didn’t know if that counted as a date, but it kind of felt like one as he watched his boyfriend bop a little to Mariah Carey’s All I Want For Christmas Is You as he looked around.

He ended up having to look away before he started blushing too hard. Even if he wasn’t the King of Brooklyn this time, he still had a bit of a reputation as a stone cold badass. For all he knew, one or more of their more mischievous friends could be spying on them right now. And besides, this thrift store probably had stuff he could get the few Brooklyn kids who’d come back, too.

He was still deciding if Hotshot would think it was funny if he got him a tank top that said ‘hot stuff’ on it. The others would find it funny, but Spot honestly wasn’t sure if it would make his former second uncomfortable.

“Hey, Spottie, ya think my little brother would like this?”

Spot turned back to see Race holding up a bright purple worm on a string, but a giant version of one. One that was big enough to be a scarf.

“Knowin’ your family,” he admitted, “I think any of ‘em would be happy to get one of those.”

It was true. Honestly, the most sensible Larkin brother was the second-oldest, Crutchie, but Spot could still see him proudly wearing a worm-on-a-string-scarf to school after winter break ended.

Besides him, Medda, Race’s mom, tended to embrace whatever unique fashion choice she could find. And Jack, of course, didn’t let being the oldest of four stop him from being a theatrical little shit who liked drawing attention to himself.

And Romeo was somehow even more eccentric than Race, so he would definitely like that thing.

Race grinned, “I’m gonna get Ro a worm scarf for Christmas.”

“Your family is ridiculous.”

“Thank you. So, what’re ya gettin’ for Denton?”

Oh, shit. Spot had completely forgotten about getting anything for Denton.

He really should get something for him. After all, the teacher hadn’t even known Spot when Jack asked if he could stay with him. All he’d needed to know was that Spot needed a place to hide from his terrible parents and couldn’t stay with the Larkins, mostly because Medda had a strict rule about her boys’ partners sleeping over unless it was absolutely necessary. (it was also because Spot couldn’t think of anyone he’d want to live with less than Jack Kelly, but Denton didn’t really need to know that, did he?)

So far, Spot’s parents hadn’t shown any signs of missing him, and Spot couldn’t decide if that hurt or not, but it barely mattered anymore.

Because Denton didn’t really have any rules beyond ‘do your homework’, ‘take a shower occassionally’, and ‘if you leave the house, let me know where you’re going.’ He helped Spot pick out a Halloween costume, let him spend Thanksgiving with Race, and gave him money for Christmas shopping. He was fine with Spot being gay and having a boyfriend, even if there was an added rule with that of ‘you can’t have the door closed if you’re alone in your room with Race.’

He gave Spot space, but also made it clear that he could come to him for anything he needed help with. He never hit him, never pushed when Spot wanted to be alone, never even raised his voice unless they were in an already-loud room and he needed to get his attention.

In short, in only a few months, he’d become the best adult Spot had ever had in his life. He wasn’t his father, but he was closest thing Spot had ever gotten to a dad.

The Denton they’d known in their last life had been kind of like that, too. He’d helped as best he could whenever one of the newsies got into trouble, always being there for anyone who needed him since Kath first introduced her new reporter friend to her newsie friends. Of course, Spot hadn’t been living with Denton then, so he’d never really thought about it.

“What do you even get a middle-aged man for Christmas?”

Race shrugged, “Power tools?”

The idea of getting Denton power tools was so ridiculous that they both laughed.

“Uh... he’s a writer,” Race pointed out, “So... fancy pens?”

“Fancy pens? We’re at a thrift store, Racer.”

“Well we don’t gotta stay here forever. There’s a Barnes and Noble across the street.”

He wasn’t wrong about that, but Spot wasn’t sure about the whole ‘fancy pen’ thing. It seemed a little generic.

“Yooooo! Spot, check this out for Jack!”

He was holding up a bright blue sketchbook that said ‘Sketchy Bitch’ on the cover.

“Oh yeah, ya definitely have to get that for Cowboy.”

Spotting (no pun intended) something else on the shelf behind him, Spot grinned.

He had the perfect thing to get for the man who’d taken him in.

...

“This is gonna be so fuckin’ awesome.”

Davey snorted, “You’re way too excited ‘bout this, Jackie.”

He loved his boyfriend, but he had a tendency to get overenthusiastic about things.

Well, he loved that about Jack, too. And he loved being able to call him his boyfriend, now. That they didn’t need to hide this time.

He and Sarah had both been a little worried about their parents’ reaction, but it had turned out to be for nothing. They’d each gotten a t-shirt with their respective pride flag for the first night of Hanukkah, and Jack and Kath were always welcome to come over as long as at least one parent was home.

Davey loved Jack just as much in this lifetime as he had in his first, but it was different, not having to hide it. It was good different, but definitely different. Being able to be who they were and be in love and knowing that it was generally frowned upon to be homophobic now, at least where they lived.

And being able to do random shit that was romantic and fun as hell, but not something would even occur to most people to do.

After a sleepy conversation once Crutchie, Race, and Romeo had fallen asleep watching White Christmas (which Davey appreciated for the choreography in the dance numbers) one time about how there weren’t really any Hanukkah movies, Jack had collaborated with Kath to write a lesbian Hanukkah musical romcom to post to YouTube.

Objectively, it wasn’t that great. It was good for a movie made by a bunch of high school juniors, but they couldn’t afford good cameras or microphones or anything. Plus, it was appealing to a very niche audience, so Davey doubted this movie would get more than twenty views.

Still, it meant a lot that Jack was so excited about it, that he was working so hard on props and editing in the lighting and music for it so Kath and Saz could play Jewish lesbians fake-dating at a holiday party who fall in love. It was cute.

“It ain’t gonna win any awards,” Jack admitted, “But I think we’s got somethin’ good here!”

“We do,” Davey agreed.

Was he actually talking about the romcom starring his sister and her girlfriend? Partially. It was a pretty good movie for something produced by teenagers.

But they had something good there that wasn’t on the screen of Jack’s laptop, too.

Jack seemed to share those thoughts, with the way he was smiling.

“What’s with the look, mi amor?”

Davey rolled his eyes as the other boy put his arm around his waist.

“Like you don’t know, love,” he chuckled, “Remember the last time we did somethin’ like this? And by ‘we’ I mean ‘you.’”

“Shh,” Jack shook his head, “Nope. We don’t talk about the latkes incident.”

“You mean when you almost burned down our tiny little kitchen trying to—“

“We don’t talk about it!”

Davey laughed. It was funny, how Jack couldn’t, in any lifetime, cook anything more complicated than like... chili or stew. While he could make something edible, he couldn’t make anything that was really considered good.

“Davey, love, luz de mi vida, it was literally over a hundred years ago, so stop. Bringin’. Up. The. Latkes. Incident!”

He punctuated the sentence by hitting Davey with one of his mom’s throw pillows.

“Okay, Jackie, I get it! Stop hitting me!”

“Fine,” Jack grinned, “I ain’t almost burned down a kitchen in over a century, babe. I thinks that’s a good record to have.”

“Most people never almost burn down a kitchen,” Davey pointed out, “I know I—wait, did you just call me ‘babe’?”

Jack was definitely not meeting his eyes to try to hide how he was blushing, “Uh... is that okay?”

Davey smirked. Jack didn’t get flustered that often, but it was adorable when he did.

And even if he had almost burned down their apartment, it had been cute back then, how he’d tried so hard to try to do something nice for Davey for the holiday season. It was cute now, too.

That was one thing that hadn’t changed through the decades, he guessed.

“It’s definitely okay, babe.”

...

“Spot, is this a... ‘Best Dad In The World’ mug?”

“...if you cry, I’m outta here.”

#newsies #newsies secret santa #btw i’m sorry i wrote in a nod to wormsies #i couldn’t help it #sprace #javid #javey #spot conlon #racetrack higgins #jack kelly #davey jacobs #reincarnation au #fluff #violet’s writing

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eldritchsurveys · 4 years

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674.

have you ever violated school dress code? >> I wasn’t allowed to wear anything that would have violated any school dress codes, so I have no idea how that would have ever happened.

if you are listening to music, is the singer male / female? >> I’m not listening to music.

what [ if anything ] do you give up for Lent? >> I don’t observe Lent.

what phrase leads your mind directly to the gutter? >> I mean, I can’t think of any on command, but there are plenty I come across online and stuff that make me snicker. I just like wordplay, tbh.

when you feel like giving up, how do you convince yourself not to? >> I mean, it’s mostly Can Calah who gives the impassioned arguments in defense of not giving up. I just listen and gripe and wait for his infallible logic to work its magic.

what are your opinions on immigration? >> I don’t have a blanket opinion on immigration. I have no personal issue with individual immigrants, no matter their story. They’re just people to me, who want the same things I want -- to survive, to have their needs met, to make a better life.

would you tell an actual immigrant your views? >> Of course I would, if they were unsure where they stood with me.

what was the subject of the last list you made? >> I don’t remember the last time I made a list.

do you ever get nervous before interviews / important meetings? >> I mean, I would if that was a thing that occurred in my life.

who pays for the majority of your belongings? >> It’s pretty evenly split between me and Sparrow.

would you ever willingly shop in a thrift store? >> Of course...?

what is the most that you would ever spend on an outfit? >> I mean... that depends on many factors, including what the outfit is for and how much money I have.

is there anything you do that just outrages your parents? >> ---

when was the last time you were embarrassed in public? >> I don’t remember.

have you ever won an award you were actually proud of? >> I mean, maybe a long time ago. Doubtful, though.

the importance of education, rate it from 1-10, 10 as most important? explain your choice to rate it as such? >> I rank formal education rather low on my personal importance scale, but I rank informal, interest-based learning very high on my personal importance scale. I love to learn, but I don’t operate well in school settings and actually end up learning less in those settings.

what is the coolest science experiment you've ever done? >> I haven’t done any cool science experiments. :(

are you experiencing difficulties with any friends right now? >> No.

how do you deal with a fight between yourself and a friend? >> I don’t know how to deal with that kind of thing anymore.

when you apologize to someone after a fight, how do you go about saying that you are sorry? >> I haven’t been in this situation in a long time, I don’t know.

have you ever played around with "dry ice"? >> No.

do you think parents are responsible for the actions of their children? >> Of course they are, if we’re talking literal children (not teenagers). It takes some time for a small human to develop the sense of independent reasoning and reckoning of consequence that would allow them to take full responsibility for their actions.

how do you, personally, define music? >> I never really thought about it, it’s one of those concepts where I basically take my understanding of it for granted.

should the military draft take both men AND women? why / why not? >> That’s not a debate I’m willing to get into. I want nothing to do with a draft and I ideally wouldn’t want anyone else to have to deal with getting drafted, actually.

when was the last time that you corrected someone? >> I don’t remember. It was probably something really minor and not a big deal for either party. --Oh yeah I remember now, it was about why Bourbon Street is named Bourbon Street.

when was the last time you were corrected? >> It was also probably about something minor and nbd. I think the last time might have been when I misspelled “Lolth” because believe it or not, I’ve been doing that since 2009. I always misspell it “Lloth”, it’s just what happens.

when did you last say " i told you so "? >> I don’t remember. I try to avoid saying that unless it’s about something funny/silly.

is there any celebrity you like to " keep up with "? >> Not especially. I mean, there are definitely actors and directors that I pay attention to more than others when they get involved in new things, but I always forget to like, keep regular tabs on them or whatever.

celebrity gossip: YAY or BOO? >> Boo.

what is the most life-changing book you have read? >> I couldn’t say. A lot of books I’ve read have had a significant impact on me in some way.

have you had a negative impact on anyone's life? >> Sure.

has anyone had a negative impact on yours? who / why? >> Absolutely. I’m not going to elaborate, the negative impact that others have had on me is both 1) way too lengthy and sensitive to elaborate on and 2) not worth dwelling on right now when I just want to chill and take a survey.

what does marriage mean to you, specifically? >> It means legal recognition of our partnership, which is necessary for things like, say, being each other’s advocates in a medical emergency.

how will you know when you are ready to get married? >> I didn’t bother fretting over whether I was “ready” or not. We’d been living together for a couple of years by the time the topic even came up, it didn’t seem like a weird next step to make.

how much time have you spent contemplating your own death? >> Way more time than is logical, probably.

is there a joke that you just can't stand? >> I mean, probably. There are a lot of insensitive jokes out there.

have you ever read any self-help books? >> Yeah.

what's your take on the obesity problem in america? >> I don’t have a take on it. You know what I do have a take on? The constant social pressure to be thin, and the resultant contagious obsessions with eating the “right” foods, compulsive exercising, and worrying about a number on a scale. Being fat, of all things, shouldn’t be this dramatically frightening or repulsive to people, but that’s what we’re made to believe, and that’s the message we’re all internalising on a daily basis. I’m fucking tired of it. I got enough problems.

what is something you used to love, but now greatly dislike? >> I don’t think I’ve ever flipped that hard on anything. There are things I’ve liked casually that I ended up not caring about later on, but nothing that I loved that I started hating later. I might shift from being obsessed with something to just being chill about it, but that’s it.

what is something you used to dislike, but now like? >> I disliked Metallica as a child.

when ( if ) you become a parent, what will you do differently, compared to how your parents raised you? >> I don’t plan on being a parent, but how I treat children in general is almost directly in contrast to how I was treated as a child. I treat them with respect, I listen to what they have to say, I let them feel their feelings, I show interest in their interests, etc.

do you equate spanking with physical abuse? would you spank a child? >> Let’s just say that I did not ever feel loved or respected when I was spanked. I felt terrified and shameful and being left alone to self-soothe afterwards with no real understanding of why I was being punished so harshly definitely didn’t help. I don’t feel like my understanding of right and wrong was healthily developed by corporal punishment. I don’t see any benefit to it, but I see a lot of harm. So, no. I would not spank a child.

what's the most ridiculous thing you've done this week? >> I have no idea. I don’t think I’ve done anything especially ridiculous?

--- did you regret it / love it / hate it / want to do it again / etc? >> ---

is emotional cheating ( in a relationship ) as bad as physically cheating? >> I have no opinion on this, it’s irrelevant to my life.

if your bf/gf wanted to wait until marriage for sex, would you be willing? >> ---

when you look at the sunset, what do you think about / feel? >> I mean, it all depends, don’t it? I don’t have the exact same thought every time I look at something.

is there someone you wish you could trust / you wish was trustworthy? >> No. I just wish I didn’t have such overdeveloped trust issues.

is there anyone that you no longer want in you life? who / why? >> Well, yeah, and those people are, therefore, no longer in my life.

how has your outlook on life changed in the past few years? >> I’m not sure, I haven’t really kept track.

have you ever walked out of a boring movie ( in theaters )? >> No. I did want to walk out of Infinity War, though. Not because it was boring, but because it was pissing me off. (Also, that was back when Anthony was still around, and he wanted to walk out too.)

how open are you with people you know online? >> It depends on how I know them, what we have in common, how long I’ve known them and to what degree, etc.

what do you think of athletes that take steroids? >> I don’t think about that.

if a celebrity is involved in scandal after scandal, is that likely to effect how you view him/her & his/her work? >> Not really. I barely notice when scandals like that happen, anyway. It also seems like most scandals are just sensationalised overhyped nonsense to get people talking about whoever it is, for publicity, and has nothing to do with, like, the merits of the performer’s art or whatever.

what is one celebrity that you have zero respect for? >> ---

what is one fashion trend that you hope makes a comeback? >> ---

what is one that you wish would just die out already? >> ---

have you ever driven under the influence of alcohol / drugs? >> I don’t drive, period.

are you overly attached to your material possessions? >> No. I can be a bit under-attached, in fact. I’ll throw a thing away in a heartbeat. (This doesn’t apply to like, electronics, or any other expensive thing that I use on a constant basis. But like, t-shirts, books, toys, novelty items, other shit that ends up just taking up space and collecting dust? Bye.)

have you ever ridiculed anyone for their clothing choices? >> Not since I was a teenager, most likely.

living in poverty: what do you think it'd be like? >> I... I have lived in poverty. Poverty is my default state of existence. I don’t really know what to tell you about “what it’s like”. What’s it like to not be poor?

what is one " diet " that you think is just utterly worthless? >> All of them are worthless to me.

what advice would you give someone that is uncomfortable with his or her body / appearance? >> I wouldn’t give them advice. Advice is what the entire world is going to try to give them. I’d imagine they’d be tired of advice (unless they’re specifically asking me for it, I guess). But I’ll always have a “mood” or “I know that feel” to offer, because... yeah. Same. The shit sucks and there’s no easy way out of it.

what advice would you give someone about to start high school? >> I don’t even want to think about that phase of life, I’ll pass.

what foreign food are you NOT interested in trying? >> *shrug*

what foreign country do you believe is misunderstood? >> I mean, I don’t know. USian attitudes towards and assumptions about a lot of countries are... misinformed at best.

have you ever felt entirely unwanted and alone? >> Yeah.

in your eyes, which is worse: rape or murder? >> Nope, don’t care.

do you understand / read shakespeare? >> I have never been able to grok Shakespeare, and I’m not interested enough to keep trying.

would you feel comfortable living with someone that owned a gun? >> Most likely not. Luckily, that’s not likely to happen.

do you know anyone that lives in a foreign country? >> I mean, yeah, I use the internet.

#surveys #survey #random survey

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banesapothecary · 5 years

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The Bargain Bin

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“What the fuck?”

Patrick laughs. Laughs. At him and at the probably ridiculous look on David’s face, but David can’t help it if his face is abhorred by the day Patrick planned for them both.

“It’ll be fun, David,” Patrick says, slipping his arms around David’s waist. It won’t. David knows it won’t. He’s been suspicious of Patrick all day. First, Patrick has been plying him with pastries since the moment he woke up, which is a very dirty tactic David very much approves. Then, he’d suggested they go to Elmdale that afternoon for a showing of 13 Going on 30 and dinner at the Italian restaurant they both really like. But Patrick had turned the car down a road David didn’t recognize, and now they’re standing in a parking lot of an establishment that is very clearly not the movie theater or the restaurant.

They’re at a thrift store. David gapes, feeling overwhelmed with apprehension even as Patrick attempts to distract him. It’s not going to work. David refuses.

But Patrick’s hands are rubbing circles into the small of his back, and his breath is warm and familiar against David’s skin, and—

“Okay, you’re playing dirty,” David complains as Patrick kisses the side of his neck.

Patrick laughs again, chest vibrating where it’s pressed close to David’s back. The feeling is familiar and sends shivers down his spine. He loves it and he hates it. He really, really doesn’t want to give in on this. “Don’t you trust me?” Patrick asks sweetly.

David groans. “You’re evil.”

“And you’re going thrift shopping with me,” Patrick says, pulling away quickly and sauntering towards the door.

“I would rather only buy clothes from Blouse Barn for the rest of my life than do that,” David insists, but he’s bluffing and Patrick knows it.

Patrick tugs on his hand. “Come on, David. It won’t kill you.”

“Mm, I wouldn’t be so sure.” But he follows behind his husband, because Patrick is right. He does trust him. Even if he would rather spend the day taste-testing potential new menu items for Twyla. “What kind of name is ‘The Bargain Bin,’ though?” David asks, looking skeptically at the name printed on the door. “It sounds like we’re actually dumpster diving.”

Patrick shoots him a look as he opens the door, but his quiet chuckle diminishes the effect. “After you,” he says, holding the door open and gesturing for David to go ahead.

“You know, even when we lost everything, we never stooped this low,” David informs Patrick as they step inside. It’s exactly what expects: the smell of mothballs, the terrible fluorescent lighting, rows and rows of other people’s thrown away, off the rack clothing.

Living in Schitt’s Creek has changed David a lot. He knows it has. But still he feels like his fight or flight reflex is kicking in, and if Patrick wasn’t right next to him, David would probably be halfway to that Amish farm. Assuming he remembers how to get there. (He doesn’t.)

“It’s not about ‘stooping low,’” Patrick argues with what David considers to be completely unnecessary and rude air quotes. “It’s about the search. You have to go through all the crappy things to find that one perfect item. It’s fun.”

“Sounds like a lot of work,” David mutters. “Gross work.”

Patrick nudges David’s side. “Oh, come on, David. Where’s your sense of adventure?”

David’s eyebrows shoot up on their own accord. “I think you’re confusing me for, I don’t know, literally anyone else.”

“This is coming from the man that carried me up an actual mountain,” Patrick retorts. He starts searching through a rack of color-sorted t-shirts—the blue section, of course, David notices with an eye roll—and David fights back the urge to retch.

“See, but that was romantic, and this,” David says, pausing as he stares in horror at an acrylic painting of what appears to be a foot massage. “This,” he continues, louder and gesturing wildly at the painting, “is not romantic.”

“No?”

David’s mouth curves into a grimace as he frantically tries to find anything else to look at. He spots a DVD section in the back and stares at that instead, trying to read the titles without having to step closer and therefore further into the store. “Nope, definitely not, babe.”

“Not even a little bit?” Patrick asks, suddenly a lot closer.

David jumps as Patrick’s warm breath tickles his skin and his arms come around David’s waist. “What are you doing?”

“Hey, Macklemore,” Patrick whispers in a deep voice that would’ve sent shivers down David’s spine if he wasn’t too busy wishing he could sink down into the floor and die at that exact moment. “Can we go thrift shopping?”

“Oh my god,” David groans. “Are you—I’m divorcing you,” he says, pulling out of Patrick’s arms and glaring.

“That’s a shame,” Patrick sighs. “At least I can buy that cheap suit to wear at my second wedding,” he says in a deadpan, pointing to a suit hanging on the wall behind the register.

David stares at him, squinting his eyes as he tries to decide how serious Patrick is being. He decides on not serious at all and reaches out for Patrick’s hand, thumb brushing over the ring on his fourth finger. “On second thought, I think I’ll keep you,” he says, wrinkling his nose at the suit that appeared to be at least ten years out of date.

“Are you keeping me just so I don’t have to wear a secondhand, tacky suit?” Patrick asks. “How generous of you.”

“No,” David answers, shaking his head. He takes a deep breath, focusing on Patrick’s face and not his current environment. “Like you said, I had to search and search, and it sucked, but I finally found something perfect for me that I love, and I’m not letting you go that easily.”

The teasing glint in Patrick’s eyes falls away, replaced by something softer. It’s the same look he had when David first told him he loved him. It’s the look that steals David’s breath away every time. It’s the look that says I can’t believe you’re real, I can’t believe I get to love you.

Patrick closes the distance between them and pulls David into a soft kiss, cupping his cheek and resting their foreheads together when they pull apart. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” David whispers. The words get easier every second of every day, no longer needing to be pushed off his tongue, but rather tumbling out almost unintentionally whenever it comes to Patrick. He can’t help it, and he doesn’t want to. Not anymore. He’s not afraid.

Patrick smiles at him like David gave him all the stars and clouds and every ounce of life in the universe. David thinks it’s the other way around. “So,” Patrick says softly, breath ghosting across David’s lips. “Does that mean you’ll go thrift shopping with me?”

“Not a chance in hell,” David says, pulling away abruptly to leave the store. Patrick’s laughter follows him all the way to the car.

#david x patrick fic #david x patrick #davidxpatrick #schitt's creek #david rose #patrick brewer #my fic

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elizabethsharmon · 5 years

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the brotherhood of the traveling romance hoody: maggie, YOUR MIND tbh

ajksjdjasjkd the thing is that you’re joking and I’m joking but now I can’t stop thinking about the actual brotherhood of traveling romance hoodie

like when the boys were 13, they went to an old thrift shop because Basile wanted to find something nice but cheap to wear for the end of school year party because he wanted to impress this one girl. They were browsing through old clothes and Lucas was so bored, he wanted to play computer games or just chill out outside and instead here he was, shopping. But he was looking at things anyway and suddenly he pulled out a grey hoodie. He decided to try it on and it looked great on him but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to buy it cause he was saving his pocket money for a new game and he didn’t want to waste them on clothes. But then Yann saw the hoodie and he was like ‘oh bro it looks great, if you’re not taking it, can i try it?’. And so he did and it looked great on him, too. Then Arthur tried it, then Basile, and to their surprise the romance hoodie fitted them all perfectly (not as surprising as the same pair of jeans fitting different body shapes of four teenage girls but still, the boys were mindblown). So Basile thought that wow, that must definitely mean something. And now that summer was near and they wouldn’t see each other for the next two months he decided that the hoodie will be a thing that will keep them close together and they will each have it for two weeks before mailing it to the next person. Lucas was really not convinced to the idea, but both Yann and Arthur were really down for it so it wasn’t like he really had a choice. (good thing that the romance hoodie looked best on him, not that he would tell that to others)

And so, the hoodie kept traveling every summer between four boys and strangely it kept growing with them (which may be Basile’s fault cause he messed it up in the laundry and it got bigger but shhh let’s pretend it’s #magic). Hoodie was the thing that kept them together during many summers. But now, they all graduated from high school and Basile, Yann and Arthur traveled to different parts of France and Lucas was left all alone in Paris. He had to move out from home because of his difficult family situation and found a small room in a flatshare. Boys decided that now everyone gets to keep the hoodie for a month before passing it to the next person.

Finally, one cold october morning, Lucas found a package on his doorstep and inside, there it was. The romance hoodie. He was so excited it was finally his turn to have it (he was less exicted about the explicit letter he got from basile about his not successful hook ups) and he kept wearing the hoodie for the next couple of days, not caring about how dumb he looked wearing the same thing over and over again. But then, one evening, he was watching some documents about sharks while eating chocolate ice cream and obviously this stupid shark had to show up on a screen out of the sudden and obviously a big scoop of ice cream had to land on his hoodie. Obviously. He hurried down the stairs to the building’s laundromat, remembering what his mom used to say about the stains and how you need to wash them off very quickly, so he put it (and some other dirty clothes, it was actually high time to make laundry) in the machine and went back to the flat. He was supposed to go downstairs to put it out in an hour but obviously he fell asleep. When he woke up the next morning, he just uttered a single fuck! before rushing down the stairs (again), this time thinking that all his clothes must smell musty and he will have to wash them up again. But when he entered the room, all his clothes were nicely folded on the table in the middle of the room. All of them, except the romance hoodie dum dum dum dum for the dramatic effect

He started to look for it, but it wasn’t in the laundry machine he put on his wash nor in the clothes dryer. He started to mildly freak out cause he knew that 1. boys will kill him if they find out he lost the hoodie in his own apartment building and 2. he really liked the hoodie and he wanted it back. He heard silent beeps and saw that the other machine was in fact going on for the whole time and the washing cycle has just ended. He opened it without thinking and he started putting out someone’s clothes on the dirty ground in hope of finding the hoodie. But it wasn’t anywhere there. ‘Wow, this person had a whole lot of clothes in the machine, huh‘, he thought and right in this moment he heard someone pretending to cough behind his back. When he turned back he saw the most beautiful man he has ever seen in his life. A man who was wearing his hoodie. Only when he coughed again and run a hand through his hair (which he still had - writer’s note) Lucas realized he was staring at him with open mouth, crouching on the ground next to wet clothes. He saw that the man was talking to him, but his brain was to flabbergasted to register any words.

“Sorry?” Lucas shook his head.

“That’s hmmm that’s my clothes” the man said pointing to the pile of clothes Lucas was practically sitting on.

“Well, that’s my hoodie.” Lucas replied standing up, suddenly feeling rather angry and overprotective over this old piece of clothing.

“Oh shit! I’m so sorry, I came here in the morning to make laundry and I needed to use both machines cause I just got back home from really long holidays and it turned out I don’t have any clean things to wear and I’m sorry, I usually don’t touch other people’s stuff but I really needed it so I put your clothes in the dryer and folded them later but just fuck, I’m sorry this makes no sense (now is the time for you to wonder if it’s eliott talking or me. probably me. i don’t know what I’m writing - writer’s note) and I didn’t have any clean t-shirt so I just put on your hoodie, I’m so sorry, it was so rude of me, I promise, I’ll just put it in the machine and bring it to you when the wash is over” the beautiful man rambled, ruffling his hair from time to time and Lucas couldn’t even focus on his ridiculous explanation or the fact that he’s wearing the hoodie, the only thing on his mind was how can someone look so good. The silence surrounded them until Lucas finally snapped out of his thoughts and spoke up.

“No no, that’s okay.” he said and when he tried to move, he almost tripped over the pile of man’s clothes that were still on the ground “Oh shit! I’m so sorry, fuck, I was just trying to find my hoodie, god, I’m so sorry, I guess I was desperate to find it” he started to collect the clothes from the ground and the man did the same thing.

“That’s okay, at least they’re not as dirty as they were before I put them in the machine, trust me” he giggles and winks at him oh god he winks at him (now try to guess if it’s lucas or me fangirling - writer’s note).

They put the clothes on the table and just stand like this, completely silent for a few moments and Lucas could feel that he needs to get out of there quickly or he would lose his mind completely (he didn’t know if he should blame this guy and his beauty for it or the smell of the detergents though).

“Okay, so... thank you for folding my clothes?” he said, grabbed his pile and started walking to the door

"Wait!” the man yelled after him. When Lucas turned back, he asked “Don’t you want your hoodie now?”

Lucas started thinking about the pros and cons. Pro: the man probably doesn’t wear anything under it. Con: he would die right then and there if he had taken off the hoodie and dying in the laundromat is not the place he imagined he would die and he needs to play it cool. So instead he just casually said, smiling at him:

“No, it’s okay. You can just bring it to me once you have something of your own to wear. besides, it fits you.” It looks good on everyone so it’s not like you’re special, his lizard brain thought, but he didn’t say it out loud.

The man smiled at him and Lucas could swear it felt like his being blinded by the sun.

“Where should I return it then?” he asked.

“Apartment 24″

“And to whom?”

“Lucas”

“Lucas” the man repeated his name and Lucas suddenly felt weak in his knees. “Nice to meet you, Lucas. I’m Eliott”

#is that what you expected tara?#ajsksk #elu fic #idk if it's a fic #it's definitely something though #skam france #skamfr #elu #eliott demaury #lucas lallemant #maggie talks #answered

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withawildheart · 6 years

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Main Muses & Their Fashion Sense

Zara has always been a fashion forward individual. Growing up, she was very familiar with fashion designer names and having the best thing at the time. Seeing her in last year’s designs? Never. Jeans are a very rare thing in her closet but when she does wear them, they are $200 pairs. Normally, she is in dresses or blouses with skirts or slacks, in prints and patterns that a normal person couldn’t pull off but everything that Zara wears looks like it belongs on her. She always believed in leaving the house looking her very best even on her worst days. She’s a big shoe person and tried to get a second closet built in her house with Bully just for her shoes but he told her that was ridiculous and he needed his own space too. As a fashion designer, she wears a lot of her own designs, keeps her makeup to a minimal and her jewelry as well. She always has her wedding ring on and isn’t afraid to rock a statement necklace from time to time. The only time she wears more “comfortable” things like sweatpants and her husband’s shirt is in the house on days when she has nothing to do which is quite rare for the mother of four.

The fun part about Caterina is the fact she grew up with MUCH more money than Zara did but you would have never known because she’s such a down to earth kind of gal. Rina is the time to wear jeans and a cute t-shirt with some fun saying or showing off her feminist views especially in high school. She wasn’t afraid to wear skirts with a pair of sandals and a cute shirt from time to time but she liked to be comfortable and relatable. So it wasn’t shocking to see her in a pair of leggings and her Uggs in the fall or wearing sweatpants to school in the middle of spring. When she moved to Hawaii, she moved to more sundresses or tank tops with shirts, a very relaxed style. Heels were never much of her thing but when she did dress up once in a blue moon, she did have fun because she knew it was only for a few hours. Jewelry was never much of thing for her either and she was another one who kept her makeup to a minimal. After high school, she played around with her hair a bit to get away from her family’s name and their expectations.

Ruby was always my girl who kept it simple. She as a huge nerd so she definitely wore a shit ton of graphic tees with different shows / movies / videogames on them with a pair of shorts. Yes, she’s the type to wear shorts when it’s 50 degrees outside but she was used to the cold before moving down to Florida and even when she moved to NYC with Boone for college, she still felt like it didn’t always get as cold as her hometown used to. Otherwise, she’s in a pair of ripped jeans and boots. She LOVES her boots, most of the time she has them on. She’s a very simple girl, wears eyeliner almost every day and when it comes to her hair, she didn’t start trying something new until college when she went blonde for a year before back to black then red then so forth.... She loves going to thrift shops because she’s literally a starving artist and an elementary school art teacher so finding good deals is a plus always. She probably has been wearing some of the same pairs of jeans for five years but she loves that worn feeling.

Natalie has always been a very cute person when it comes to her outfits. She was the girl who liked wearing dresses and cardigans together with thigh high socks and a pair of boots in high school. Or she would wear cute tee shirts with a pair of jeans. She was never too worried about fashion until she got older because college is when she really spread her wings. Hats have always been a thing for her, she loves a good hat. She loves bracelets and necklaces too, but is a very natural makeup person (she always keeps it simple). These days, she does wear a lot of business casual because of her job, going for nice blouses and slacks or nice dresses, spending more money on her clothes since she can actually afford some designers. She thinks her husband is hotter than her when it comes to his outfits these days but Natalie can really pull off that messy hair, sundress with sandals look on a summer day. As for her hair, she kept it one way for long, went for bangs during her LA days then cut it short in the last few months and keeps it at the length because it makes her feel more mature in a good way. And oh, when she’s home, she’s all about comfort so tiny athletic shorts or just a big tee shirt. She also loves to get to dress up once in a blue moon.

The most experimental one out of my main group of muses, Jayme has had every color hair in the world it seems like. A lot of her fashion development is her attempt at finding herself after her huge breakup and growing on in the midst of it. She cut all her hair off, dressed as a boy and didn’t care about girly shit for a good year or two. Eventually, she allowed herself to evolve from that but she didn’t really start getting into fashion heavily until her mentor wouldn’t speak to her on the street for looking like a gangbanger. Good times. Jayme likes to rock a sweatsuit then turn around and look drop dead gorgeous in a dress. The running joke between her closest friends is she always has her tits out (she likes to push the envelope with see-through tops sometimes). She always keeps her nails done, likes to play with makeup a bit and she loves her diamonds. Jewelry has been a big thing for her for years now. It’s always a wild guess what Jayme might leave the house in these days but she tries to look sharp as she has gotten more into the public eye.

#random thoughts #mines #c: zara #c: natalie #c: caterina #c: ruby #c: jayme #fashion

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creativedogtrainingonline · 7 years

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6 Cheap And Easy Celebration Concepts Your Kids Will adore

In relation to tossing any type of party, children’s kids celebrations consisted of, whenever of day could make or break your spending plan due to one specific little aspect: food. Should you have your son or child’s celebration around lunch or dinner time, it’s assumed that you be also providing dinner. Instead, attempt having your party right after lunch– around 2 p.m. It is basic to get away with having just birthday cake and the other festive to take in, which supports make you stay on budget.

Recall your childhood birthday celebrations? The majority of definitely these people were simple affairs with cake, goodies and timeless games like “pin the tail to the donkey.”

Throughout this time duration, sadly, this kind of low-key celebration is not the norm. Instead, numerous families choose elegant events, generally including an expensive venue say for instance a play gym, an artist’s studio or even a club car over a train!

In case your household won’t have the financial ways to work with a three-ring circus to entertain your child and his buddies for a birthday party, do not stress– there are plenty of other budget-friendly options that can be similarly as innovative and meaningful. Today I’ll share six ideas that might bring big smiles to the children’s faces, in addition to leaving long lasting impressions inside their memories– rather then with your banking accounts.

Wish. on the celebration’s theme, place in addition to other party information, discover a real budget. Remember the birthday celebration will practically definitely are numerous short hours, however the repercussions of spending more earnings than to match your spending plan might last far longer. As soon as you’ve a manage what does it cost? your family can stomach financially, then you can definitely begin brainstorming methods for an exciting, imaginative celebration that the child will keep in mind for several years to come.

For Toddlers and Youngsters

Concept # 1: Teddy Bear/Stuffed Animal Celebration One of the most whimsical kids celebrations the children have actually ever gone to had been a Stuffed animal Bash. The birthday girl was turning 3, and all the guests were required to bring a popular bear or some other stuffed bear. We entered a fanciful setup inside family’s dining-room, where picnic blankets were set throughout the room each visitor experienced a comfy cushion waiting on to the floor with an all new stuffed bear good friend for each and every child. Your kids had actually reached choice cute clothing from your big picnic basket to wear their brand-new bears (discovered at a local craft shop), along with the whole party revolved around as much as possible stuffed bear. This included a sport of “hide and seek,” bear-themed coloring pages, in addition to a “pin the tail to the bear” game which the creative mother built from building and construction paper. A beautiful bear cake was served with gummy bears galore– and within 120 minutes, the party was over and everybody left pleased, full and carrying a whole new bear friend!

Idea # 2: Storybook Character Party Just, my 7-year-old daughter went along to an unique character celebration. The 10 kids (kids) who went to were instructed to come impersonated their preferred storybook characters. When all of the visitors got here, they played an individual game of “20 Concerns” to see each visitor’s literary identity. My child went as Fancy Nancy, and lots of with the other characters who got here were Harry Potter, Curious George, Willy Wonka and in some cases Junie B. Jones. Each of them have got to make book coats portraying their finest characters/stories out from journals purchased the dollar shop and covered with heavy-duty construction paper and stickers. These appearances like their own books!

The host took photos of the child, which are glued for the back covers from the books having an adorable bio featuring highlights about each “author.” My child’s read: Annie Butler, Grade 2, is crazy in love with every product and component fancy. She’s the youngest sister of five bros along with sis and enjoys to embellish her space with posters of Fancy Nancy. When she’s not checking out, you can get her while in the gymnastic studio or messing with her Pomeranian young puppy, Gracie.”

In addition, the host asked each child to bring a couple of the used books and in addition they held the sunday paper exchange throughout the enjoyable. Each child utilizing a custom handcrafted book and a minimum of 2 books with the book exchange.

Concept # 3: Chocolate-Making Party A lot of kids delight in making deals with. One such and easy reward to produce is chocolate. You can get a number of fun, lively molds and chocolate melt tastes inside craft shop. Melt the chocolate from the microwave and kids can pour the gooey goodness to the molds and find as imaginative as they rather just (or you!) want with designs in addition to lollipop sticks. The molds set rapidly inside the refrigerator or freezer, and clean-up is simple in the event you put wax paper on your kitchen area island or some other work location that you chose.

Idea # 4: Backyard Carnival This principle requires a little more work, but if you get this remarkable yard, or merely a large garage, and will spend a couple weeks preparing and developing some cool video games, this is often a frugal alternative for going to a bowling alley, gymnastic studio and other expensive venue where kids get to be active. We did this for your 10-year-old child a short while earlier plus it would be a success.

A few of the games we produced for the carnival included a miniature golf course, an engagement ring toss on soda bottles (which we filled with water and food coloring to ensure they are joyful), a beanbag toss that a lot of us constructed and painted utilizing large appliance boxes– so we even stood a cotton sweet and popcorn stand. We had a tattoo station, face painting and balloons. Prizes were offered too, and these were integrating buy from thrift shops, the dollar shop, the celebration shop, and numerous sale items I had actually assembled found in my weekly shopping. This party took us a number of weeks of planning, nonetheless it was worth it.

Idea # 5: Craft Celebration Many tween ladies enjoy to develop things. Channel that interest in a craft-themed celebration. Buy some unfinished items for example wooden trinket boxes, unpainted pottery, T-shirts, picture frames and bags. Guarantee they’re as plain as is possible so they make for a wonderful blank slate. Present the partiers by fabric, paints, sparkles, glue, markers as well as any other knick knacks, and permit them to go to town.

Decoupage can be a terrific method to develop one-of-a-kind designs for ladies’ bed rooms. Get concepts from your kid products she’s passionate about, and for that reason the two of you can invest quality time together looking for the important things you might require. The monetary dedication to get a craft celebration is rather minimal– products of fabrics, shine, paints, mirrors and other such product is pretty cheap. So that you will not spend a lot, although the kids leaves the celebration with a gift how they produced in their distinct private design.

Idea # 6: Scavenger Hunt A scavenger hunt is amongst the most exhilarating celebrations for the kids of all ages. The technique is to get some believed to the belongings you will be concealing and, not remarkably, develop the tricky ideas that occur to be and a large number in the draw! My 13-year-old son went to a scavenger hunt celebration at the beach recently. Each child got a note inside a bottle (water bottles were made use of and loaded with confetti include them as actually colorful) each kid a different poem with ideas.

They worked resistant to the clock to find who would try to find the buried treasure (it actually was a tin box that contained movie tickets, present certificates to the local pizza place plus some books and board video games). Every kid had actually been a winner since there were a great offer of rewards that can be found over the lifetime of the scavenger hunt. However the main treasure was simply found by one child. Your offspring loved it as it was certainly a bit competitive, just about all got ridiculous and interesting so they can see who could decide the hints.

Those are only a few of the numerous terrific party ideas for a strict budget plan. A number of other medication is indoor camping celebrations, cooking celebrations, scrapbooking parties or stewardship celebrations where kids invest the spinal column on the party gathering items for a food pantry or setting up a thoughtful craft for individuals for a regional care house.

And bear in mind that sometimes less is certainly more. Kids don’t require a costly celebration or maybe whole park of untamed animals. Exactly what they prefer is constantly to view as well as their pals doing something fun.

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