#ufo flap

[blogparanormalexpresso2stuff]

#ww2 #battle of los angeles #ufology #washington dc #ufo flap

[archivist-crow]

Odds and Ends:

TRIANGLES OVER BELGIUM

Beginning in late 1989, a definite UFO "flap" converged on Belgium. The majority of the sightings occurred in the vicinity of Wallonia. On the night of March 30, 1990, over 2,700 reports of massive triangular UFOs were made to the Belgian air force; usually the air force received fewer than 300 UFO reports annually. Sightings were made by the members of the military, police officers, civilians, and five separate radar stations. The UFO had a light at each apex of the triangle and a large light in the center. One investigator described how these lights were predominantly red, but would change to blue, green, yellow, and white, as if the craft were sending messages.

During the night, two different NATO stations' radar detected one of the crafts. Two F16 fighter interceptors were released to investigate. The pilots both managed to lock on to the spaceship six or seven times, but, apparently controlled by intelligence, it would always break free of the lock. One time the spacecraft descended from 10,000 to 500 feet in five seconds. It would execute a zigzag pattern and could manage acceleration from 280 kph to 1,800 kph (174 mph to 1,118 mph) in seconds. The force necessary for such a maneuver would be beyond human endurance. Just as amazing was the lack of any sonic boom.

Interestingly, Britain reported a similar wave of sightings the same night. In Staffordshire a family watched the triangular ship fly extremely close to the top of their house as it emitted a deep "bass" vibration. A Royal Air Force officer at the local military compound saw the enormous ship casting a tracking beam across the landscape, as if searching for something. The gigantic triangles were sighted repeatedly for many months afterwards. Many people tried to photograph the ships, but only one man managed to obtain an observable picture.

Text from: Almanac of the Infamous, the Incredible, and the Ignored by Juanita Rose Violins, published by Weiser Books, 2009

#odds and ends #ufo sightings #1989 belgian ufo flap

[eagle-longing-for-siwa]

On July 19, 1952, seven unidentified flying objects were detected in Washington DC’s restricted airspace. Fighter jets were deployed to intercept the bogies, but they were observed to fly at speeds in excess of some seven thousand miles per hour, far beyond the capabilities of any fighter jet in the Air Force’s arsenal. These UFOs were seen flying around DC airspace that year from July 12 to 29, and was reported by multiple civilians, military personnel, politicians. The incident was well recorded in Project Blue Book, the only official US government program to investigate UFOs from March 1952 to its termination in December 1969.

To this day, the US government has not provided the public an explanation as to the events of that day, nor on what exactly UFOs are.

But there are abundant references in ancient world religions concerning mysterious flying objects sometimes known as “bird-men,” “angels.”

One particularly insightful account comes from an 11th-century AD Hindu text named the Samarangana Sutradhara, in where references to ancient aircraft termed vimanas are made:

“The aircraft which can go by its own force like a bird - on the earth or water or through the air - is called a Vimana. That which can travel in the sky from place to place is called a Vimana by the sage of old.

The body must be strong and durable and built of a light wood [Lagha-daru], shaped like a bird in flight with wings outstretched [mahavinhanga]. Within it must be placed the mercury engine, with its heating apparatus made of iron underneath.

In the larger craft [Daru-vimana], because it is built heavier, [alaghu], four strong containers of mercury must be built into the interior. When these are heated by controlled fire from the iron containers, the Vimana possesses thunder power through the mercury. The iron engine must have properly welded joints to be filled with mercury, and when the fire is conducted to the upper parts, it develops power with the roar of a lion. By means of the energy latent in mercury, the driving whirlwind is set in motion, and the traveller sitting inside the Vimana may travel in the air, to such a distance as to look like a pearl in the sky.”

(Video from the series Project Blue Book, Season 1, Episode 10: The Washington Merry-Go-Round)

#project blue book #1952 DC flap #UFO #UFOs #vimana #hindu texts

[taxi-davis]

#Feline UFO Abduction #by #John Deecken #painting #art #cat #ufo #alien #alien abduction #night #night time #landscape #flying saucer #the following tags are the description for the painting as written by the original artist John Deecken #I've lost many cats over the years... sometimes they die in their sleep... #sometimes they simply never return after a night out & about. #I needed closure in the case of Sylvester a little black yearling cat... who went missing back in late 1972. #After recently learning of a flap of UFO sightings in my hometown that had occurred during that same week in '72 #unbeknownst to me at the time - I couldn't help but think... #Maybe just maybe good ol' Sylvester might still be alive somewhere #Yes he'd be about 38 years old now (266 in cat years)... but he would have enjoyed the benefits of Relativity who knows what else. #He probably hasn't aged a day! Hmmm... Maybe he's just frozen on a wall somewhere... in the office of some Alien scientist.

[allengreenfield]

#UFO 1973 flap

[sweetiesshortstories]

Imagine if the lights you saw dancing in the sky weren’t satellites, or a trick of reflections. What if those lights saw you watching in awe, and came back night after night just to see you? And if those lights that some called UFO’s, spaceships, alien visitors, did happen to hold beings, and one of those beings wanted to see you, would you want to see them back?

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˜”°•.˜”°• If Stars Could Love •°”˜.•°”˜

I don’t know when they started, and I can’t recall when I first saw them. The lights in the sky. They started off far away over the mountains, and I would sit outside on the deck in the darkness just to watch. I didn’t want to record them, or upload them online, I didn’t want anyone to know; I wanted them to remain mine. A moment in the day that felt like peace. While my roommate slept, and while the world held no expectations for me, I could sit and watch a dance of stars.

I almost missed them after covering someone else’s shift. I was exhausted when I got home. My roommate and her boyfriend were kind enough to save me some of their dinner and after I ate, I fell asleep. Instantly.

When I awoke, I grabbed my phone and hissed a "shit". It was 2:37a. With sleep still in my eyes I fumbled from my bed, fighting with my blankets as they held on tightly. Once I pulled the sliding glass door open and stepped into the cold night, I saw the sky above the mountains, empty. My heart sank and it filled my stomach with pain. I turned to go back inside when over my shoulder a flicker caught my attention.

A singular light. Closer than I had ever seen. It glowed a faint pink, or purple. It swirled between hues and I was hypnotized.

My body felt electrified, my skin prickled, my heart fluttered, and I couldn’t catch my breath. My body was so warm despite the time of year and my lack of heavy clothing and shoes, the light filled me. The response from my body was foreign, and confusing. I should have been scared, that would’ve been normal.

But I was…enamored.

Full of excitement and want. Like an energy had invaded me and made a home deep inside to gain control. My body was humming with hunger, responding to touches I couldn't see the source of. My breasts felt heavier, my nipples ached, and I was painfully aware of the pulsing between my legs. The light grew brighter, and brighter, swallowing the world around me until it was only me lost in the brightness. The outline of the trees, the mountain line, the stars, all gone. The prickling on my skin had turned into a steady buzz emanating from my body, and my breathing quickened, my knees began to tremble until something inside of me erupted. A sound escaped my throat, and everything faded.

When I awoke, hours had passed. The sun was high in the sky and my roommate, Taylor was crouched over me with her forehead wrinkled in concern.

“What the hell happened? Are you ok?” She leaned back to give me room as I sat myself up, squinting my eyes against the morning light. Sweat peppered my forehead from the sun.

“I—I fell asleep after I ate, I guess.” I wiped my hand over my forehead and pushed my hair back before taking a deep breath and letting my shoulders fall.

I noticed her boyfriend on the deck, his brows also stitched in concern.

“Richard! What did you put in the spaghetti last night?” Taylor demanded as she stood and crossed her arms.

“Whoa!” He lifted his palms. “I put normal spaghetti shit in it. You think I’d try to poison us? Really?”

“Hey,” I pulled myself to my knees and gripped the wooden railing. “Guys I’m fine. Really! I fell asleep after working a double.”

“Did you remember to check her allergy list? We have to be careful when we share what we make with her.” Taylor pushed. Richie nodded and bent at the waist to help me stand. Taylor quickly rushed to my other side, and I couldn’t help but to laugh at them.

Once standing upright i flapped my hands at them.

“Seriously! I’m fine, dinner was so delicious it put me in a food coma. Work just…” I wrinkled my nose and walked inside the air conditioned home; Taylor and Richie followed, shutting the door behind them.

I made a fresh pot of coffee while we hung out in the kitchen and Taylor went over my allergies, in detail, again, to poor Richie.

He looked over at me as I pulled mugs from the cabinet, and I mouthed an apology. He smiled warmly and fixed his eyes, full of love and adoration, on Taylor. I filled our mugs.

My chest felt tight witnessing their love. As I poured coffee, my mind drifted off to my early morning and the angelic light.

Could it have been the same lights I had watched for weeks? Or was I just crazy? Losing my grip on reality. I glanced over at Taylor and Richie and observed how in sync they were with one another. A proposal would be coming soon. And while I was happy for them, I couldn’t help but to be sad for me.

How would I afford this place alone? Would I still see Taylor? Was I imagining an orgasmic extraterrestrial light because I masturbated too much, and my closest friend was happily monogamous? If I did imagine it, how did it feel so real?

Even standing in the kitchen clasping my hot mug of coffee, I could feel it. The heat and the electricity that had filled my essence. How could it be fake?

I didn't gain any clarity in the following days.

That night after I showered, I crawled under my thick comforter, promising myself I would dress and go outside. I wouldn't miss the lights, my lights. But at some point, I drifted off into a sleep and when I woke, I couldn't move.

I was stuck in a sleep paralysis, barely able to control my eyes. I tried to focus on the pictures on the walls, my dresser, but my lids were so heavy. In the corner I saw a shadow, a tall form, the darkness stretched to the ceiling. I wanted to panic. I felt it begin in my chest, but it faded almost immediately, and I felt the warm electricity from the night before.

The very same.

Even though it was only the second time I had felt it, it was already so familiar. My mind quieted and I immediately gave in. I was floating. I was alive. Every strand of hair on my head felt charged, I could feel touches swirling through the rivets of my fingerprints. I felt sensations on places I had never imagined. And just when I hit a stage of immense ecstasy, they were gone.

Night after night the shadow came to me, and I was unable to go to it.

Until I decided I had enough. I would catch this shadow. The shadow that came from the light.

I didn't know where to begin, but I did know how to be sneaky. That night, I stuffed clothes under my comforter and rearranged my pillows, then I hid myself in the closet. But...I woke up in my bed the next morning. I did it again, this time drinking coffee and energy drinks. Still, I ended up. In. My. Bed. I had about given up on catching the shadow, when another idea intruded into my mind. A dangerous idea. But I had to know for myself, this wasn't fake. That it was all real and I wasn't imagining a connection.

It was Friday and I had managed to get out of work on time, without being guilted into staying later. Taylor stayed at Richie's, and I had our quaint 2-bedroom home myself. I was nervous, I had been since I had come up with the idea. I was playing with fire thinking I could predict an unknown beings' reactions and response. But that didn't stop me.

I waited until 2:30a.

Living in the mountains not only meant a lack of neighbors but also a lack of light. When there was a new moon there was no chance of seeing anything at all. And on the deck, that's what I was greeted with. An intense, pitch, blackness. Slowly, the stars in the sky began to show as my eyes adjusted to the dark, and eagerly I waited, and stared.

A star glinted, catching my attention. It glimmered, and grew, and grew, bigger, brighter. Colors bgan to appear within the star, swirling. My breath caught and my heart leapt into my throat. It was the light, the same light. I couldn't waste the moment. I wanted to bask in the warmth, the peace, the bliss, but it seemed like this light could never get away from me fast enough. Though it liked me enough to keep coming back...

I swallowed and placed my hand on the wall that the railing was connected to, and quickly I set one foot up and pushed myself a top. It wasn't hard to balance on the railing, even as the light grew brighter, blinding me. My heart thudded, painfully. My ribs were thrumming, and my body was tense with trepidation. I heard a sound, deep, like a machine. It groaned out to me, almost as if it were upset. I didn't care.

I moved my hand from the wall and let both of my arms hang at my sides. A cool wind blew through my hair, and I lifted my face to the light.

"You'll have to catch me if you don't want me to die." And I stepped off. Without hesitation, before I could lose my nerve.

It was stupid. Dumb. Not at all a thought-out plan. I couldn't see the ground through the blinding light, but I knew the impact was coming and even in that moment I didn't regret it. Because I would have done anything for an answer.

I felt the same warmth I had grown accustomed to and become addicted to. It wasn't feathering inside of me, it was solid on the surface. I was blinded by a stark white light, an almost painful brightness that burned my eyes and brought forth tears. For the first time I could touch something solid in the light and I moved my hands desperately searching for a place to hold on. To keep whatever, whoever it was, with me until I opened my eyes. But it was as if I was hugging a wall of stone! There were no curves or edges I could grab, wrap around.

"Lift thy gaze to me." A voice spoke. A voice as deep as thunder but as soft as music. The light was still blinding me, I squinted and covered my eyes when gradually the light softened.

My mind wanted my heart to race but it held calm. Swallowing, I moved my hands from my face and looked down at my legs and the surface I sat on. I blinked to clear my vision, because I had to be mistaken.

"Your boldness is no more?"

I looked around and saw a picturesque landscape, with lush grass, flowers in colors I had never seen, and a sky that held the stars while cradling the sun. And looking at me, were eyes that were so green they could've been yellow, and they were framed by thick, ink black lashes. Only, I sat in their hand, no bigger than a hamster. Their face was glowing in a way I could hardly process. I had never seen anything so beautiful and terrifying.

I wanted to speak, anything, but my body was frozen.

"You dare me to unveil my form yet now find yourself speechless."

I was. So speechless. Dumbfoundedly speechless and I was hating myself more and more every second because of it.

"Wh--Who are you?" I managed to fumble. They rose a brow.

"You can call to me as Dio." His words rippled through me, and I felt a haze blanketing me. I felt a change underneath me and when I looked, I was taking up more space in his hand. I touched my abdomen and trailed down to my legs, as if it would tell me something.

"Am I growing?"

"Acclimating. You gave me little time to respond so your perception had no time to adjust." He could have been scolding me but all I heard was music. Something soft, sweet, it was magical.

His hand went from cradling me, to cupping me, as I grew. I felt like Alice after she fell down the rabbit hole. But he said it was only my perception...?

Even with my perception righted I was still dwarfed in this world, surrounded by trees the size of mountains and flowers larger than my hands. Dio towered before me, still glowing like an apparition.

"What are you doing to me?" I didn't know how else to phrase it, I just wanted an answer. I wanted every answer.

"I touch you not." He lifted his hands and bells sounded, it was clinking of chains and charms. He was elaborately clothed in white, jewels hung over a bare chest, black hair entwined in gold cascaded over his shoulders. My hand rested on my stomach where flutters began.

"This feeling. I'm so calm." My voice was a whisper and my legs felt weak. The tension in my shoulders and neck evaporated and I felt loose.

"You could never sleep, I merely assisted." His eyes looked over me, with a curiosity cloaked in care.

"How? What did you do that made me fall asleep? That made me..." I stopped myself, unable to say it aloud.

"I read poetry."

"Poe-" I tilted my head as a puzzle began to piece together. "Poetry, ecstasy...this haze." I lifted my hand and watched it blur with motion. "Dionysus? The god of wine, poetry, ecstasy and pleasure."

"Those are my people, yes!" He sounded amused but also pleased with me. I was even more enamored, pulled under his spell. "At one time we were known as pleasure Gods, that was many rotations ago for your realm."

It was so much information, more than I knew what to do with. People? That were pleasure gods? I blindly felt behind me for support, knowing my body was losing balance. I felt my legs give and simultaneously felt an arm across my lower back. I gasped as my chest came into contact with a sturdy form and my cheeks rested against the cold metal of his jewelry.

"Give yourself time to adjust, Human. This isn't your realm." He spoke into my hair and his breath was warm, my body molded to his, relaxed and unafraid.

"I didn't hear your poetry. I never heard anything." I spoke against him, rambled more like it. I wasn't even sure I was making any sense. He kept his arm at my lower back and with his other I felt him stroke my hair from crown all the way down my back.

"Sound doesn't travel through the portals, but lights do. I sent you lights with my poems."

My eyes were growing heavy, but I didn't want them to. I didn't want to leave. I knew if I closed my eyes, I wouldn't see him when I opened them again. I grabbed onto him, I clung at his shoulders and pushed myself into him.

"Don't send me back. Not yet." I wrapped my arms around him and brushed my lips against his neck as I plead. "How will I call for you again? How will you hear me? I can't leave yet, not yet." I was so tired, losing the world around me, losing my grip on him.

"Call to the stars Astraeus, and I will hear you in every sphere."

I was slipping, his voice was fading. I cupped his face and pressed my lips to his, desperate to leave with the feel of him. To know more than what I felt from the lights.

I don't know if he kissed me back.

But when I woke in my room, to my white walls and floral curtains, his voice echoed in my mind like a whisper:

Human women are indeed the universes sweetest verboten.

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ To Be Continued… ♥

#monster lover #exophelia #alien boyfriend #monster fucker #to be continued #alien smut #alien lover #dark romantica #kinktober #smut writing #smut with plot

[king-mera]

I've seen some really good analysis on Nope but one thing I haven't seen yet is commentary on Jean Jacket's design. As somebody who loves movie monsters and the symbolism in Peele's work, I wanted to give my thoughts:

Jean Jacket initially looks like a stereotypical UFO, a grey flying saucer with a hole in the bottom. However, when seen closely from below, the texture and shape resembles an iris and pupil. OJ figures this out and knows not to look at it directly or it will feel threatened and attack, much like Earth animals. Jupe believes Jean Jacket is a ship harboring alien visitors he calls "viewers".

Additionally, the layers further inside the hole form a square shape that looks more like the aperture of an old fashioned camera. A camera can also be called a "viewer".

Not related to Jean Jacket directly, but Jupe's hat happens to be shaped like it. As if the creature has already taken his mind.

Unlike the traditional conspiracy theories about UFOs, Jean Jacket is not a ship being piloted by space-faring scientists. It has no interest in studying or understanding what it sucks up. Instead, it devours them (in a horrifically painful sounding way, I might add) then spits them out.

Not only that, but am I the only one who noticed the way it sucks people into the sky looks like how the credits sequence at the end of a movie scrolls up? All the cast and crew of Jupe's show get eaten up much like the cast and crew of movies often get exploited and forgotten. (The credits of Nope have a rusty orange background that gradually fade to a deeper shade of red. Possibly representing the blood of all the characters Jean Jacket ate. I admit I couldn't sit through all the credits so I could be wrong on this or missing something.)

Also the regular audience attending the show gets eaten too... Nobody is safe.

When Jean Jacket unfurls and reveals it's true form, it looks like a cluster of billowing screens and film strips.

It has yet another eye/mouth that made of green flaps that open and close. I'm guessing the opening and closing movement could be like a camera shutter and the green colour could be a reference to green screens.

With all this together, Jean Jacket seems to represent the film industry as a whole, and the predatory nature of Hollywood exploiting people. One thing is missing, though. Where's the projector? Jean Jacket emits no light or glow. It never beams people up in a ray of light like one would expect a UFO. In fact, it darkens the environment by shutting off electricity and causing lights to stop working. It doesn't exist to create or share, it only consumes. That's it! I could be reaching on a lot of these, but I had to write them down. I thought the creature design was superb in how it played with audience expectations. Another thing I want to say is I'm glad they didn't give it pointy teeth, or any teeth at all. It's method of killing prey via suffocation is MUCH scarier.

#nope #spoilers #nope spoilers #nope movie #jordan peele #dex don't look #watching this was especially meta since my local theater is UFO themed #it has a big ship on the roof lol

[catierambles]

They were silent as they drove across the desert, one of his men in the bed of the truck manning the mounted gun as they went towards the weapons depot that was too close to base for comfort.

"Captain." He heard in his ear.

"Go for Syverson."

"Air traffic control has picked up an unidentified flying object heading in your direction."

"A UFO? We talkin' aliens, or...."

"Unknown, Captain. Hence the name. No known signature, but it's heading your way and moving fast. You should be in visual range of it at any moment." No sooner had the words left his ear piece that the truck was buffeted as something flew overhead, the Sergeant in the back ducking down to not risk getting thrown out of the bed.

"What the hell!" The driver said, jerking the steering wheel to get them back on track.

"Do you have visual, Captain?"

"Yeah, I got visual!" He said, leaning out of the window, "It's a--it's a damn dragon!"

"Can you copy that?"

"A dragon! Big, red, with wings!"

"Not a plane?"

"Pretty sure plane wings don't flap up and down!" He said and raised his rifle, looking down the scope.

"You have the order to engage, Captain."

"You want us to go towards that thing?!"

"We need a threat assessment on the...dragon, Captain."

"It's a threat!" He yelled, "That's my assessment!"

"Captain, it's heading towards the depot." The driver said and he swung the wheel around, heading off in the direction that it had been going.

"Stop!" Syverson ordered, "Stop here!" They ground to a halt, watching the dragon swoop over the depot, flames shooting out of it's mouth. They could hear muted gunfire echoing across the flat terrain, explosions rocking through the air. More flames, more explosions, before everything went quiet and it banked around.

"Captain, it's heading for us." The mounted gunner said, his hands tightening.

"Hold until I give the order." Syverson said and it grew larger as it came closer, rearing back, it's wings buffeting the ground and sending up dust and dirt as it landed with a heavy thud that shook the ground. Out of the cloud came not a dragon, but a woman, dressed in odd red and gold armor and Syverson hopped out of the truck as she walked over casually.

"You're welcome." She said, as she stopped in front of them, hand on her hip. "By the way."

#henry cavill #captain syverson #too much WoW

[spaceintruderdetector]

In the last few years, a growing lore has accumulated around a new type of unwelcome visitor. Since Kenneth Arnold spotted some strange disks flapping around over Mt. Rainier in 1947, ushering in the modern era of UFOs, many UFO witnesses and contactees have received unsolicited visits from official-looking men dressed in, you got it, black. They usually come in a trio. Their black suits might be from Brooks Brothers. They arrive in long, sleek black Cadillacs or Chryslers, Sometimes they wear funny black shoes with thick gummy soles. They claim to be from the air force or from other intelligence agencies. Sometimes they even pose as traveling salesmen. Whatever. One thing's certain, they're not in your Welcome Wagon area. Black ain't beautiful, especially when they're threatening your life. 1980

High Times Magazine, 1980s : THC : Free Download, Borrow, and Streaming : Internet Archive

#men in black #ufos #ufology #paranormal phenomena

[surprisingmarch]

Welcome to Patience: A delightful outing (Chapter 2)

Joseph Rainier x F!Human Reader x Harry Vanderspeigle Rating: 16+

Fandom: Resident Alien

Story Type: Fluff / Thriller / Romance / Drama

4,115 Words

-Y/N = Your name- -L/N = Last name-

Music I listened to as I wrote: -"H.S / Tom Cardy"

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This small town has proven to be full of surprises, from the shockingly beautiful view of the mountains from the valley below, to the 59 died to save 1 mine disaster, to the rumor about the mayor's supposed mentally ill son passing out flyers about an alien.. You hear a light flapping of paper coming from the left and glace in that direction only to find one of the very flyers everyone told you about. The partially torn image fluttered gracefully in the light spring breeze. You grab a corner of the sketch and memorize the detailed portrait. If there is an alien out there, which based on your UFO experience yesterday there probably is, you at least want to be prepared and know what to look for. You smirk silently to yourself and release the paper. It's a little funny to you, that the entire town has rumored this small boy to be clinically insane. Who are they to judge? Maybe there is an alien in the middle of all these woods, it certainly would be the perfect place for one. Just imagine the awesome underground base they could have under the town, or one deep in the mountains.. Hell, they might not even have to hide a base considering the whole town is surrounded by miles and miles of forestry. You wouldn't be surprised to see an extraterrestrial in a location like this. Honestly, you wouldn't doubt if bigfoot was somewhere in the surrounding dense greenery.

You continue your stroll down the sidewalk and gaze into each shop's window as you pass by, searching for anything that would catch your eye or that resembled a grocery outlet. Antiques, clothes, a bar… You finally stumble upon a small local grocery store. You open one of the heavy metal doors and start perusing, looking for your usual dietaries. Instead of going grocery shopping and stocking your fridge like a normal person who just moved in, you instead wandered around the outskirts of town all day then went home and passed out. You didn't even make it to your new bed, you just passed out on the couch. Not that it would make much of a difference anyway considering you haven't put sheets on the bed yet. You found a few unique shops spread out across the edges of town but didn't see anything in there that tickled your fancy. Which was a shame, considering you need some furniture for your place. You're surprised you didn't even find a lamp you liked. You visited the local lake and skipped some stones, then you explored the surrounding forest for a concerning amount of time and found some pretty fireweeds and lupines and put some in your pocket to dry out later. "Oh shit…" You think to yourself as you check your pockets, you feel mushy lifeless plants coiling around your fingertips. You sigh. "Damn it.." You mumble and curse yourself for not remembering to dry them out. "They were really pretty too.." You pout. You decide to keep recalling yesterday's events to drown out your sadness.

You found the 51 died to save 1 mine entrance and gazed into but got a very eerie vibe from it so you high tailed it out of that area. But then you found a few…. interesting things out there as well. You found small 3 toed footprints that abruptly end, seemingly leading to no where. Actually, you found 3 trails of those footprints all in different locations. One of the trail's footprints were smaller than the other two and it led to a rocky stone wall on a hill. It looked as if it went into the hill but you couldn't find a cave entrance. The other two just disappeared suddenly and you assume that they were made by the same entity. You searched the areas for clues but found none. You thought about taking some pictures with your phone to later print out but decided you wouldn't want to have those anyway. What if someone found the images and were government spies? You decided to let the creatures live peacefully, they've probably done no harm.

You grab a few of your favorite snacks and some new ones, it never hurts to try something new. You spot some cracker jack on the top shelf and reach to grab it but accidentally hit someone else's hand. You look up at the fellow you ran into, a tall blonde man with vibrant baby blue eyes. "He's pretty cute.." You think to yourself. "Oh, I'm sorry." You quickly apologize, you hope he isn't freaked out by your staring, if he even noticed. "Oh- no- It's okay. I was just.. reaching for some cracker jack." He quickly responds as he grabs a box and puts it in his hand held store basket. He seems just as spooked by the incident as you are. "What.. were you reaching for?" He queries, he seems to have trouble speaking english, you assume he's visiting from another state or something. "Oh! I was reaching for the cracker jack too!" You nervously giggle. He reaches up and grabs one for you. "Do you want more?" He asks, you try to identify his accent but can't seem to. Oddly enough though, you could listen to it for hours, you find it kind of interesting and relaxing. You slowly take the box from him. "Oh no, thank you.. Hey I have a question, if you don't mind." You begin.

He stares down at you and hums curiously. "Are you from this state? You seem to have an accent that I can't seem to pinpoint.. Do you mind me asking where you lived before if you are from somewhere else?" You ask hesitantly. "Ahh.." He looks off for a moment and a pit forms in the deepest reaches of your stomach, you didn't mean to offend if you did. He swiftly looks back at you and answers. His movements seem.. almost unhuman like. Like they're too quick and precise, it unsettles you slightly. "I'm from New York, but I watch a lot of international TV… So I may have a slight…erm.. accent. …Is it a bad accent?" He asks timidly. "Oh no no no.. I really like it, that's why I was trying to figure it out. Actually, you should be a narrate for tv shows and books, I'm sure a lot of people would love to hear your unique voice." You respond and flush slightly. You didn't mean for that to sound like flirting, but if it is taken that way you can't say you would complain. He flushes slightly across his cheeks and nose. "Thank you… You have a very nice voice too. Very.. soft.. and kind. Like a… baby sheep." He looks away as he speaks before he swiftly turns his head to look at you again, you jump slightly inside from the sudden movement. His movements are giving some serious uncanny valley vibes.

"Thank you.." You say quietly as you turn your head to look down at the ground. "I have never seen you here before, did you just move here? Or… are you visiting someone?" He asks. You look up at him and answer. "Oh! I just moved here from (state), I just needed to get away from everything… I live on Saint Higgins road, you know, the apartment complex!" "Ahh.." He sighs. "That's quite a nice place to live, the security is good.. but I would get some window locks.." He trails off as he quickly zooms off to the hardware isle. After a couple of seconds he comes back with a handful of window locks. "How many windows does you place have?" He asks as he pours his hands contents into your basket. "Uhm… oddly enough I know that.. about eight.. But get nine just in case there's an extra one that I've forgotten." You respond. He counts the amount in your basket then zooms back down the isle. "Actually, that's part of the reason why I wanted the apartment to begin with, lots of big windows, lots of tasty sunlight for my plants and me!" You yell out as he zooms off, after a few moments he comes back with two more window locks. "Actually, I will buy those for you.." He declares as he starts to take them out. He pauses and dumps them back in. "Actually, I'll buy the whole basket for you." He states calmly as he snatches the basket from you. "Oh no that's okay! You don't have to do that! I have a lot of groceries.." You try to reason with him but he persists, he continues down the isle with your basket and his own around each of his arms. You notice he's not struggling to hold them at all, you're surprised considering you have quite a few heavy things in yours.. Maybe he works out, you can't tell because of his grey long sleeved button up. "What else do you need?" He asks, he looks back at you with those big beautiful blue eyes, they pierce into your soul like thorns, you feel like he can see right through you. You almost feel naked looking at him. ...You have an unreasonable fear that he can read your mind, but that would be impossible… wouldn't it? You speed walk to catch up with him. "Well-" You get cut off by a voice from behind you.

"Hello there, Y/N. I see you've met the town doctor." You look back towards the familiar voice, it's Joseph. "Oh! Joseph! Hey, how are you?" You ask chirped. So, he's a doctor? That could explain his shyness.. you've found that doctors are usually a bit odd. At least, all of yours always has been. Bunch of goofballs is what they are. "I'm well, thank you. How are you?" He asks, as calm and smooth voiced as always. He walks over to meet you. You notice a small smile started to form on his lips as soon as you spoke, you have a feeling he really likes you. You start to get butterflies and your face flushes slightly. You're such a mushy romantic. "I'm good! Thank you for asking." You respond, you notice he's wearing red again, a very tasteful red button up... It seems the people in this town love button ups. He's still wearing black jeans and those black combat boots. He looks damn good in black. "Any time." He smiles widely at you before looking up at the mysterious blonde man who stole your basket. "Hello Harry." Joseph greets him, Harry scowls. "Hello…" Harry looks at you then back at Joseph before continuing. "Joseph." He practically spit venom as he said his name. "How are you, friend?" Joseph asks, seemingly trying to hide the obvious rift between them, or to anger Harry.. you're not quite sure which one yet. "I'm well, I would ask how you are.. but I don't care." Harry responds as he resumes looking down the isle, seemingly trying to ignore Joseph's entire existence. "Allllright then.. I see you're shopping with my dear Y/N." Joseph states as he wraps an arm around one of yours. You face flushes bright red and you start to panic internally. You're not freaked out by the fact he grabbed you, you're freaked out by the fact your hot neighbor that you are really into just called you his dear. "Getting window locks for her? Why, that's awfully thoughtful." Joseph continued. Harry looks back and glares at Joseph before setting both baskets on the ground and quickly walking over to you both. He tugs on your arm and pulls you as far away from Joseph as possible before he steps in front of you, acting as a human shield. "Do not touch her, you asshole." Harry hisses. "I was simply being friendly with my neighbor. There's nothing wrong with that, is there?" Joseph asks, confidently. "She just moved here, didn't she? Is it not a bit forward to grab onto a woman's arm whom you just met? I'd say it's even weird.. and creepy. Ha!" Harry looks back at you. "Do not let this man touch you, he's weird. And surely riddled with disease. You would not like him." Harry states, as he looks back at Joseph with a smug smile spreading across his features.

"Is it weird to do that? I'd say it's just friendly. If it isn't and it's crossing a line, I didn't mean to and I'm sorry." Joseph leaned over to the side to try to look past Harry at you as he spoke but gave up after a bit. He's genuinely concerned he did something wrong, it's honestly really cute. You come to the conclusion that he was probably trying to hide the rift between them earlier based on his shy and easily regretful nature. You peek past Harry, Joseph is frowning and his eyebrows are furrowed, he's trying desperately to try to see you to get a read on your reaction, he looks so worried. You give him a thumbs up and a small smile, your face is still very flushed. Joseph seems to take note of your face's hue as he gets a some what cocky smile after he sees you. He regains his confidence and looks back up at Harry. "Based on her bright red face, I'd say she liked it. Not to mention, I asked her out and she agreed. So ha to you." Joseph sets his basket on the ground and leans an arm against the shelf next to him in triumph. Harry sputters. Harry looks back at you, you look up at him and shrug. He squints at you then looks back over at Joseph. "But- Y- you- It does not matter. It is still forward. You… pervert." Harry finally proclaims. Harry crosses his arms, you peek past harry at Joseph again. Joseph glances at you and then back at Harry, keeping his cool as he speaks once more. "Y/N, would you like me to help you shop, since I'm already here shopping myself? I can show you some of the best deals this place has to offer, and since you already know me... it won't be as weird as.. Harry.. helping you." "She does not need your help, I am helping her. And it is not weird, I'd say we're already best friends." Harry quickly retorts before turning around and grabbing your hand, he speeds down the isle to the next one. You can't help but giggle at this silly feud, they're both so cute. Harry suddenly stops and grumbles, he lets you go and swiftly trots back down the other isle, you hear a distant "Move, pervert." and a "Stop calling me that." before you see Harry speeding back down the isle to you with both baskets in his arms. Joseph is quickly walking behind him to catch up with you. Harry moves so graciously, so.. unnaturally.. you're starting to suspect based on his accent and his odd movements and his precision that he really may not be human. Not that you would mind, you just find it interesting. And it would make sense considering how possessive he immediately became of you- something clicks in your mind. The UFO you saw over the apartment complex yesterday was hovering on Joseph's side of the complex, is it possible he's an alien? That would explain the rift between them if they are rivaling species, not to mention Joseph's some what awkward behavior and the fact he said he doesn't date often. If he is an alien, he probably doesn't understand social rules either, which is why he grabbed you. "Oh yeah… it's all coming together.." You think to yourself. What if Harry is an alien too? Or maybe he's some sort of cryptid? And based on his possessive behavior with you, he might already see you as his mate. Actually, that is the most likely case scenario in your mind if he isn't human. You blush so hard you feel your ears burning. You gaze at Joseph, his face is burning red hot as well. He stares at you, awestruck. "Oh shit… he can hear me." You think as you quickly glance at Harry who is also staring right at you with a mild red flush across his cheeks.

You try to think of something to say to change the unspoken subject and realize you never introduced yourself to Harry. You hold your hand out to him. "By the way, my name is Y/N, Y/N L/N. It's nice to meet you!" You say happily. You're surprised that you're so comfortable around these two, you're normally pretty skittish around new people, but it just feels so natural for you to be near them. It feels like you've known them for years.. maybe it's the fact they obviously aren't human further confirmed by their reaction to your thoughts, or maybe you've been abducted by aliens before and you do know them. Either way, it's pleasant to feel so calm around people for once. "Wow Harry, you don't even introduce yourself before taking over a ladies shopping trip? Seems kind of jerkish." Joseph interrogates. At this point you realize that they're both very bad at insulting each other, you can tell they're both probably really just kind people that just don't get along and they don't know how to really be rude to one another so they just awkwardly argue until one of them leaves. God, you hope neither of them leaves.. they make you feel so safe. "But I-" Harry stutters, you pipe up. "Actually, the situation just kind of naturally lead to that… surprisingly. See, we bumped into each others hands while reaching for the cracker jack and we just kind of started talking and I guess we both just forgot to introduce…" You notice a blatant scowl growing on Joseph's flushed face as he watches you intently. "Ourselves.." You finish. Obviously, neither of them like it when you take up for the other. "Yes! What Y/N said! It was natural! Now stop following us, pervert." Harry demands. "Stop calling me that!" Joseph snaps, he's starting to sound genuinely annoyed now. You're surprised, he seems so even tempered. They must really hate each other. You start to look down the isle, trying to ride out this dumb argument.

"Since we live in the same apartment we might as well shop together.. Plus I don't want you near her alone." Joseph squabbles. "What? What kind of logic are you following, Joseph? Just because you are… uh.. neighbors, doesn't mean you have to.. SHOP together. Asta and Darcy are roommates and they do not shop together- you are insane. See? I told you he's insane." Harry bickered. "Actually, you said he was riddled with disease." You corrected, Harry looks back at you with a mildly annoyed expression before speaking once more. "Well, he is, but he is also a mentally diseased dickhead." "Such a foul mouth for a doctor.. shows how professional you are." Joseph quickly retorted. Before either of them could open their mouths you blurted out a response. "Okay! That's enough!" You turn to face them, they're staring at you with a wide eyed expression. They are very still, awaiting your response in shock and awe. "Alright, you both can shop with me, but ONLY if you both play nice. If one of you insults the other, you both go. Got it?" You query. They both look at each other and scowl, but eventually look back at you and nod hesitantly. "Good." You say chipperly as you resume grabbing things for your apartment and throwing them into your basket which is still wrapped around Harry's arm. It grows unusually silent for several minutes as all three of you shop until finally Joseph speaks up once more. "So… have you found a job yet? Or did you move here with a job already promised? Because if not, I can get you a job. I'm one of the sheriff's deputies and I know quite a few people here. I-" Joseph gets cut off by Harry. "What!? You just moved here from god knows where! What did you do to them? Brain wash them into liking you with your "looks" and that deceptive manipulation you call "charm"? All the women in this town may fall for it, but I know what you do! I'm immune! And I refuse to let you do it to Y/N." Harry interrogates. "No. I didn't, Harry. What can I say, I'm just a likeable person. It's not like I had much competition, considering how you handle your patient's mental health.. such as the mayors son. Poor boy, instead of comforting him you just worsened his fear of you being an alien by acting so strange. I don't blame him for thinking that, it's probably true. Not to mention how you grab women in grocery stores. And I'm not manipulating anyone, especially Y/N." Joseph looks at you with a very soft expression before looking back up at Harry and continuing. "I just happen to like her.. ALOT.. and saw YOU near her and decided to come over and help. Is that so bad? Wouldn't you come help a poor soul being harassed by the towns only insane resident if you were me?" Joseph finished. "EH! I said no bickering." You blurt out before Harry could even respond. They both grumble in disapproval and it stays silent for a few more moments before Harry pipes up again. "But.. do you have a career lined up, Y/N? ..I know that apartment is expensive, Darcy tried to get in once but couldn't afford it.. You could live with me if need be. Of course, you would have to have your own area and stay out of my space.. but I can't say I would… hate… your company." Harry offers. "Absolutely not, she can stay with me. It would be more practical, I'm right across the hall and it would be easy for her to move her things into my beautifully decorated abode. Not to mention I highly doubt she wants to live in a shack in the middle of no where with the weird reclusive doctor. You kind of give off serial killer energy, dude." Joseph argues. "Do not call me dude… dickhead." Harry spouts. "EHH! No. Strike two. One more and you're both out." You interrupt. They both look at each other then at you before resuming to once again look at items and occasionally offer one to you to see if you'll want it.

After a bit you decide to answer Harry's question since they both seem to be behaving well. "No.. I don't have a job yet.. This move was a spontaneous thing... I don't regret it, but I kind of regret not looking for a job as soon as I got here. I actually just ended up walking all over the outskirts of town and finding some.. interesting things like the famous old mine and some three toed footprints.." You sigh before you resume your rant. "I also found some pretty flowers but once I got home from the diner.. I had a burger by the way, their burgers are really good I highly recommend them… I forgot to take them out of my pocket and hang them upside down to dry.. and…" You pull out the sad mushy plants from your pocket. They both examine the specimens before you put them back in your pocket. You continue to peruse the isle as you rant. "They wilted before I could dry them out. So today I decided to at least get groceries and try to look for a job after I get home and unload all of my food and stuff. I was able to pay for the first month of rent and the down payment on the apartment but I'm pretty much broke after that.. I have about.." You look to the side as you try to recall. "I have about 500 dollars left in savings, and I have to use that for things like toothpaste because I'm almost out and other things I don't have yet… Point is I do really need a job and if one of you has an in some where I'm absolutely willing to bake you a cake or pie or something as payment for getting me a job or at least an interview. Actually, if you both have a part time job that's needed I can take both of them so you don't have to quarrel over me anymore. I genuinely wouldn't mind the experience of two jobs anyway." You finish. "Well.." Joseph starts. "The office could really use a secretary.. mostly because ours is awful and does a horrible job at organizing files.. And is honestly quite rude to the people that call in. Which is most definitely not good considering that people only call when something awful happened and they're usually panicked and scared..." Harry pipes in. "And the doctor's office could use a secretary as well, Ellen is the only thing we have that's… some what close to a secretary.. And all she does is steal my food and hit on the hot guys that come in.. what a nuisance." Harry offers, you snicker at his statement. "It is not funny, it is very annoying." Harry comments. "Well.. let the girl have some fun, it's a small town, I'm sure she's bored." You reply. "Ugh.. she's a delinquent.." Harry mumbles. "Well.. do you accept…. our.. offers?" Joseph asks timidly, there was a tinge of hate when he said "our". "Well yes, but there's no guarantee that I'll get either of those jobs, though. So don't give your hopes up. I'm sure a small town like this would prefer someone they know rather than and outsider like me." You reply. "Oh, I assure you, we need a secretary. You'll be hired by the end of the day. I promise you." Joseph insists, he sounds extremely sure. "Yes, and I will go and get you the job right now." Harry quickly hands you your basket and reaches into his jeans pocket and pulls out several hundred dollar bills and throws them at you before he scurries to the check out. You and Joseph look at each other in utter disbelief. You both look back towards the front and see Harry scurrying out the door with his bags of food in hands. Joseph chuckles to himself. "Well.. ain't that something." He states.

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Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

#resident alien #resident alien x reader #resident alien x yn #harry vanderspeigle #harry vanderspeigle x reader #female reader x harry vanderspeigle #harry vanderspeigle x yn #harry vanderspeigle x y/n #resident alien x y/n #reader #self insert #reader insert #alien x human #alien x reader #grey alien x reader #grey alien x human #Welcome to Patience #chapter story #female reader #y/n #female y/n #my stories #joseph rainier #joseph rainier x reader #joseph rainier x y/n #joseph rainier x yn #female reader x joseph rainier #female y/n x joseph rainier #harry vanderspeigle x female y/n

[crumblita]

Hey! I got some cutesy names / neos for u!!

-cute/cutie

-adorbz/adorbz

-love/sick (it’s ok if ur not ok with that one!)

-luv/luvz

-Xo/xos

-crush/crushes

-ad/admire

-fond/fonds

-devo/devote

-rom/romantic

-blu/blush

-idol/idols

-lae/lace /ns

-frill/frills

-bow/bows

-gloss/glossy

-glam/glams

-beau/beaus

-pos/posi

-joi/joint

-fudge/fudges

-daiz/daisies

(The next ones are Regress related!)

-doll/dolls

-toy/toys

-puppet/puppets

-plush/plushy

-stuff/stuffy

-ted/teddie

-onesie/onesies

-fluff/fluffs

-fuzz/fuzziez

-hy/hype

-zoomie/zoomiez

-wonder/wonders

-bubble/bubbles

-pom/pons

(Next ones are stim related!)

-stim/stims

-flap/flaps

-fidge/fidget

-cli/click

-tap/taps

-pop/pops

-squish/squishy

-bounce/bouncy

-pitter/patter

-roll/rolls

(Next ones are sleep related!)

-slee/sleeps

-nap/naps

-cud/cuddle

-tir/tired

-yawn/yawnsies

-dream/dreamy

-night/nightzies

-blur/blurry

-daze/dazes

(Next ones are magic realated!)

-Magi/magical

-orb/orbs

-spe/spells

-tri/trick

-tri/tricky

-spark/sparks

-shine/shines

-taro/tarot

-Illu/Illusion

-trick/treat

(Next ones are fantasy related!)

-fae/faer

-fai/fairy

-pix/pixie

-Horn/Horns

-tail/tails

-shell/shells

-shim/shimmer

-glitt/glitter

-sca/scale

-ocean/oceans

-dra/dragon

-hoard/hoards

-gem/gems

-jewel/jewels

-sire/siren

-sing/sings

-ali/alien

-ufo/ufos

-space/ship

(Next ones are ethereal related!)

-god/gods

-godlike/godliness

-godly/godlies

-deity/deities

-ethereal/ethereals

-ang/angel

-halo/halos

-pure/pures

-wing/wings

-flutter/flutters

-fli/flight

-pray/prays

-holy/holy

-cross/crosses

-heav/heaven

-sai/Saint

-arch/arch’s

-Throne/thrones

-div/divine

-cel/Celeste

-abyss/abyssal

-boo/boos

-end/ender

-voi/void

-un/known

(Next ones are royalty related!)

-lor/lord

-tyrant/tyranny

-Hei/heir

-thou/thee

-thy/thyn

(Next ones are jewelry related)

-ruby/rubies

-amethyst/amethysts

-dia/Diamond

-Pearl/pearls

Hope you enjoyed! If u have any questions, just ask!

-🐾💫 / ♾️🦇 anon

anon thank you so much . shakes you around

[blogparanormalexpresso2stuff]

#1987 #wytheville #viginia #ufo sightings #ufo flap #ufo cases

[blogparanormal]

Paranormal (Data Dump) 3B

* One night after a cruise to the Bahamas, I searched for pictures of George Washington. I wanted to make a poster to hang up on my wall. The poster represents taking initiatives. I took the initiative to write this book and I wanted more motivation. So I made this poster. I invited George Washington or any other spirits to come into my room as I sat on my bed. Within seconds I saw a ghost uniform. It looked as if it was on a manikin because I saw no human body or head. What impressed me was the detail of the uniform. It was olive green and had tons of decorative stuff all over it. The shoulder tops had a gold rectangle with the decorative frayed string things, which you should remember as epaulettes. It had decorative patches and medals attached on the front uniform jacket. However I do not remember the shapes of them that well. Within about 10 seconds the uniform vanished.

* On 8/18/18 before my UFO Sighting, I saw multiple ghosts. As a part of my in-depth research I continue to conduct field tests to try to understand ghosts, spirits, and the dead. I am fascinated by this subject so it makes allot of sense to take the initiative to try to find out answers even if it results in more questions than answers. I invited the spirits to go on a walk with me like I usually do and proceeded with our walk. I saw ghost human shaped entities. I saw a white one, a light gray smoke colored one, a dark gray almost black one, a royal blue one, and a ginger-ale colored one. The white was on the road on the cul-de-sac. The light gray smoke one I saw in a person’s empty driveway. The blue one I saw next in a person’s drive way on a different road. On this same road I saw the ginger-ale colored one stand on the grass as I walked passed it. The only ghost I saw move was the last one. The dark gray almost black ghost was at the circle at the end of the street there was not a dead end road. It floated past me faster than I could walk. It appeared at the circle then glided to the other side of the road and disappeared. I walked another lap before having my UFO sighting.

I am sure there will be skeptics in my future that will criticize because it always seems like skeptics are flapping their gums saying ridiculous things like “I don’t believe in it so that must not make it true.” My grandmother told me that. In this case my grandmother is the skeptic not making any sense to me.

* One of the best sightings I had was when I was walking on the boardwalk right in front of the ice cream stand walking to the north. The weather was cloudy then turned to drizzle. I would say that this object was 2 ½ feet at its widest width. It was shaped like↓

It was see through and rounded like a blown bubble. The most incredible thing was it actually had a red iridescence on the corner like a real soap bubble; however the object seemed structurally sound as it flew right over me on the boardwalk. Next it flew at an incline over the roof of the condo south of the ice cream stand then disappeared. Immediately as this thing disappeared while the drizzle is wetting my face; two white orbs a little larger than base balls, more the size of softballs, flew the exact same flight pattern. The spheres looked like glass balls with white sparks inside. The orbs flew side by side as if they were attached to each other, but I could not see anything attached. I immediately remembered a “Blue Man Group” performance. I learned that human eyes can only pick up red, green, and blue spectrums of light. I wondered to myself if I saw a full single UFO and the other part of the UFO is in a spectrum of light that humans cannot perceive. Maybe it was two separate UFOs following a certain flight path. Then I remembered that everything I heard was silent from the UFOs, but I could hear droplets of rain on the boardwalk as I saw them. These things were odd to see under the clouds about only 10 feet above my head while standing on the board walk.

#paranormal #news #trending #posts #supernatural #spirituality #cryptid #ghost #ufo #ghosts #spirit #spirits #cryptids #ufo community #paranormal club #paranormal proof #paranormal evidence

[nanatsuyu]

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

🥺🧡

I've had a wip that's been plaguing me far longer than I've wanted it to, but I'm finally making some headway in editing it up and finishing the last couple chapters!

It's an au where Neil and Andrew meet at a bar and have a one night stand. But it doesn't go quite as planned because Andrew doesn't usually do fwb, but Neil seems to be some kind of exception. The rest is Andrew's ongoing crisis about it. :^)

Can post a lil snippet just to encourage myself:

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For being the one to suggest they go together, Neil seems desperate to be anywhere but Andrew’s car the moment he slides into the passenger seat, immediately digging into his sling for the spare outfit he keeps on hand. How each of Neil's bags manage to hold the amount they do is beyond Andrew. Then again, modern magic doesn't exactly come with an instruction manual.

Neil pulls his shirt over his head, wasting no time in swapping it for a hoodie Andrew recognizes as one of his that has been missing for some time, the patches previously peeling off now stitched up with thread that almost matches their original lining. Andrew has yet to see the emergency sewing kit Neil must keep on hand, but chalks it up to yet another thing stored in the void space of a bag only Neil can navigate.

Neil lifts his hips to unbutton his jeans, and Andrew decides it best to put his car in park.

"Someone's feeling voyeuristic," he comments, mildly disappointed that Neil chose today not to go commando. 

Neil snorts in reply and denies Andrew any teasing show, pulling his spare jeans on with little fanfare.

"Your windows are black enough to block out the sun," Neil says, tossing his clothes into the back like it's his name on the car's title. He sits back into the seat with more force than necessary, staring forward for a second before digging through the glove compartment for Andrew's cigarettes. He gets one lit and exhales sharply over the dash.

"What's got you in such a good mood?" Andrew asks, graciously rolling Neil's window down for him.

Neil props his elbow on the door. "Long week."

The dashboard reads a quarter after eight.

"Couldn't have been that bad at Kevin's," Andrew muses.

Kevin's third favourite hobby is fussing over things that don’t matter as much as he thinks they do, at volumes Andrew wishes only dogs could hear. (The first is stumbling across obscure documentaries, and the second, debunking UFO sightings. Both of which Andrew will entertain for far longer than the third.)

"Kevin's fine," Neil corrects, moving to take another drag, but pausing just before reaching his lips to look over at Andrew. He follows Andrew's line of sight down to his bouncing knee, and stills it with his free hand. "Just a lot on my plate."

Clearly, the devil on Andrew's shoulder wants to say.

He hums instead. "Decided to see if flapping your social butterfly wings would solve the problem?"

Neil doesn't deign him with even the hint of a grin a comment like that would normally elicit.

#im being so brave about finishing this lmao #if my rsd would let me finish it so i could work on something else!!! thatd be grand #aftg #nana asks #my writing #andreil #otp: nothing is a love language

[basslinegrave]

just saw a ufo... first thought it was a comet cause i keep seeing them lately but it wasnt that bright, not a spot but kinda oval/flat, went on for several seconds and made an S turn midway before disappearing. maybe a bird lit from the bottom but it didnt move at all like flapping wings or anything.. inchresting

#was staring at it like 😲😀😦😦😦 #maybe it was an owl but it also looked as if it was super high up so idk

[allengreenfield]

#ufo #1973 flap