#watch him do the same to Cali and Florida in a few weeks

[kyistell]

What kinda headcanons do you have for California

I didn't think the list was going to be as long as it is but once I started thinking more and more I couldn't stop lol

California-

Wet cat

He/They and no he won’t stop reminding you

Was very obsessed with shiny things, especially gold, when he was younger, now he’s only a “normal” amount of obsessed

Very pretty, like the definition, like if you look up the definition of pretty in the dictionary he comes up

Has an obscene amount of stim/fidget toys, squishies, the poke ones, even fidget spinners, they have them all 

Worked at the Berkeley laboratory in the 90s, specifically Berkeley’s element hunting team

Used to be obsessed with Creepypastas, however is now obsessed with cryptids (“They aren’t the same thing shut up *state name here*” has been said a lot)

Will slip into a southern accent without warning, has given multiple southern states heart attacks because of this on more than 10 occasions

Loves to write, especially fanfiction, however there is no way they would EVER willingly show anyone these, they did once when he was drunk but New York never mentioned it and Cali did not remember

Loves Stardew Valley and Minecraft, will play them both for hours without realizing

Has absolutely horrible time management, as well as their general perception of time is also atrocious

Loves podcasts, tends to listen to them more than YouTube videos

The times that Jersey dragged him to Action Park ended with hospital stays and praying that the doctors wouldn’t notice that he should definitely be dead

Been watching Smosh since it first started

Disney adult and proud

He started streaming on Twitch during the pandemic, occasionally being joined by Jersey, Nevada, or York, Florida joined stream once and has since been banned

Don’t listen to what York says, he definitely knows how to cook (re: he has no idea what they are doing in the kitchen without help)

Knows a handful of languages but only fully knows English and Spanish, though he can read and understand Russian, they just can’t speak it

Was forced to wear a dress once by Nevada and that’s how they realized he wasn’t fully male

He doesn’t actually mind feminine pronouns, just prefers He/They

Has a ridiculously long skincare routine, at least 2 hours at night and an hour in the morning

Used to be attached at the hip with Washington and Oregon, they are all still close in a similar but not as much way like the NE are

They and New Mexico go out with Arizona once every few weeks to different areas of their respective states, occasionally Texas will join

Cali and Texas aren’t related, they were both raised at one point by Mexico at the same time sure but they aren’t related

Loves to learn about different cultures, especially Asian cultures

Didn’t hate crowds until the pandemic, now can’t stand them

His room is extremely cluttered and disorganized, can’t even be considered organized chaos, their working on it (York had a stern talk with them about it)

They actually do understand Football, he just doesn’t like the sport all too much

Feel like this is obvious but he is a HUGE nerd, like a bigger nerd than New York not that Cali knows that of course

#welcome to the table #wttt #wttt california #wttsh california #wttt headcanons #now this is the longest one #haha oops #i dont even read stuff for cali wtf #wttt new jersey #wttt new york #kyi requests

[touka-the-fallen-angel]

https://www.politico.com/news/2020/03/28/trump-new-york-quarantine-coronavirus-152812

Trump won’t send necessary supplies or provide aid to those worse off in this crisis, but he is certainly willing to cut NY and the surrounding area from the rest of the country. 

This man is a fucking demon that is willing to let people die for his profits. Instead of doing anything of value, he is about to criminalize anyone leaving from the NY tri-state area. 

The POTUS is a disgrace and a black mark on US society. 

#politics #trump #us politics #new york #potus #the homeless should occupy his buildings in NY since he ain't doing a thing to help #seriously he needs to be made to answer for his disregard for human life #He is using NY and its citizens as scapegoats for his own inadequacy as a leader #watch him do the same to Cali and Florida in a few weeks

[aka217]

OK, SO 2020

Welp.

I’m certain I won’t have to come back to this post to remember what happened this year. This year the world shared one similar experience; a year that seemed to have sat still while also continuously rampaging tragic events one after the other. A catalyst in many ways. It stands no reason that my year has not aligned with the rest of the world, yet we’ve managed to make it even more interesting. This year will be transcribed countless times, so let me focus on the parts in which are uniquely mine:

Despite the world falling to a pandemic, lock downs and quarantines for most of the year, it amazes yet how much I’ve squeezed out of this year. First and foremost: we did it. We moved to the west coast. A long time coming, some delays, some uncertainties. But we prepared, we agreed, we wanted something new. Clearly nothing stood in our way this year, we were going to go. As much as a curveball a pandemic can through at us, we were resilient and making the move. It’s not all positives, as settling here is a mix bag: unable to fully experience the city, me not quite sure how I like this position, Ashley not able to secure her next career opportunity, not able to even visit back home. But look, we made the move, we are here, let it not go to waste, as there are experiences still available and unique that we should not take for granted.

Let’s map out what happened this year:

January. The year started with a visit from the Cabacoys to Disney and SeaWorld. Shortly after, in the most gratifying way, I used up most of my vacation for the year in a single trip. We traveled to the California, a kind of sneak peek at what’s to come. Knowing our financial situation would be up in the air very soon, it was our best option as we’d see a variety of friends, family, places, all the while having lodging mostly covered. Although sick in the beginning (hmm? Nah just congestion) San Fran consisted of me watching the Witcher and eating Popeyes chicken sandwiches among other SF delights. The drive down Highway 1 was spectacular, this time not as foggy, giving us great views of the ocean all the way through. We were able to take the scenic Monterey coastal drive, passing through pebble beach and the like. Stopping at our favorite little hotel in San Luis Obispo, we find ourselves in LA the next day hanging out with the newlyweds. After the trip, January rounds out with a nice Disney breakfast with my family.

February started with a quick trip to Playa Linda, wearing ski jackets to the beach. Valentines/birthday weekend was the long-awaited Vigo cruise to the Bahamas. There’s something so satisfactory about a trip where I don’t anticipate anything, and everything comes at a delight and surprise. Next up we have G-Ading’s wedding, being the only wedding we end up going to this year! Very memorable time, and the food, oh my jeez it just kept coming. And last, on the final day of February (jk leap year), was my last day with JBT AeroTech. 8ish years would come to a close. The first place to give me a chance at becoming an Engineer and letting me not only prove to myself I could, but to give me opportunities to fulfill dreams bigger than my own.

March. Whoa now. This is a sensitive month for many people. And while many may mask as March entirely being pandemic, that part didn’t quite start until March 14. Let’s not forget what I managed to pull off before then. First off, Science Night Live in Orlando, something we’ve been wanting to do but finally was able to go. Second, Conexpo Las Vegas. I had an inkling that I would not be going with JBT this time, and so I booked it with my own money and still went. This expo is so cool for someone in the industry, there’s so many great vehicles to check out. Plus I figured it would be a good place to be to meet with connections and find Cali opportunities. Strapped for cash I secured shared accommodations and dinners provided my business acquaintances, but quickly evaporated as many attendees pulled out due to the growing pandemic (not locally yet, but this was an international expo). I managed to scrap together living spaces, and find alternative free meals. And while the people I was supposed to hang out with did not show up, I stuck with now old coworkers and even ended up finding new acquaintances there, which culminated to the most lux Vegas party I can imagine in penthouse suites (plural), a wild night I won’t forget.

And that’s double true, because the next day the lockdowns started to occur. I come back home to quarantine, lock down, uncertainty. One day I’m dancing shoulder to shoulder with hundreds of people (which how lucky I didn’t catch anything then) to now not coming within 6 feet of anyone, stocking up on groceries and toilet paper. It was all so strange. We were afraid to hug my nephew, him being confused when he saw us, a confusing time of unknown. Initially I thought being out of work was going to be weird, maybe nice in some ways. And in a way it was; an unease of not having something to do, but all the while glad I didn’t have to work through this coping phase of the pandemic.

April was a weird time for me. What was supposed to be 2-week quarantine led to what we now know to be months. It still felt like more March, as nothing has progressed in the last weeks. Ask me now what happened and all I can remember is watering the grass everything, or waiting to water the grass every day. Nothing really else. Well, ok, maybe securing a job in Oakland (it really is about who you know), and slowly purging and moving out of our house. Towards the end of the month we went to Ocala to see Ashley’s parents once more, as it marked the start of our goodbyes.

May was wild and nonstop. While the world waited, we had to find a way to say goodbye to friends (heart breakingly distant), family, and our possessions. We had plans to seek out our favorite food spots and share final meals with people, but that was not possible. We made visits with family, while trying to figure out where to stash away the items we were not ready to give up on. I also said goodbye to my Miata. This car meant a lot to me, symbolized a lot, characterizes me in many ways. I always enjoyed driving it. And it if wasn’t raining, the top was down, and even sometimes when it was raining. It is a piece of me I had to let go. I have no regrets, I did not take it for granted, and I can only hope that I find another car that brings me as much joy each time.

And so, mid-May, we make the move. You can wait for the perfect moment, but as we see here there is no perfect moment, so my advice is this: now is probably the next best chance. We couldn’t wait any longer, and maybe regrets to go sooner can be argued, regrets of not going can be as well. And so we embarked on our journey to Oakland. I start my job to following week. It was a strange time as everything, and this time basically everything, was a strange new place to be. New city, new job, new world. But we did what we could. We have support here of friends and family, and we turned to them immediately. This month will start to shape the remainder of the year: food take out, video games, facetimes, picnics, cousins. We explored the Bay Area (by means to buying and selling Facebook marketplace items) just to get a feel of the surrounding areas and try to get our bearings.

June and July were much of the same. While Ashley took a trip back home, I stayed back, exploring the hills in a rental (more on that later). My Dad made a pitstop here as he finally managed a flight out of the Philippines. I had not seen him since December, and so much has happened since, so it was nice to see him just for a brief moment; because if not it would have been more than a year, because as I write this I have not seen him since. The rest of the months we try to explore various areas, including the Berkeley observatory, Golden Gate Park, Emeryville Marina, Ocean Beach.

August is much the same as you can expect, though we do see Ashley’s Cousins more, as well as my cousins and their daughters. Ashley hosts her birthday on our landlord’s porch, where we go through a makeshift game of “we are not really strangers,” a moving game much harder to play without the ability to hug at the end.

September picks up and gets more interesting as we start to explore further away from the city, including a nice relaxing day down at whale cove beach, as well as a relaxing vacation (away from the heat waves, smoke, and fires) down in Saratoga/Santa Cruz area.

October was another trip, this time all the way down to Paso Robles for a birthday celebration, exploring the vineyards and a bonus trip up highway 1. Although much different, it was nice to get a trip with a big group of friends. October we also saw a couple movies, including a private screening of Tenet (wut) and my first drive-in movie ever, Coco, and once more another drive-in for Hocus Pocus.

November was much of the usual, as we are limited in options (and a bit limited in finances) to try anything new. We made the very difficult choice not to travel back to Florida for thanksgiving, and instead spent thanksgiving with just the two of us, although we cooked for 8.

December is here, and we squeezed in a few interesting pieces. I took a drive out to some of the mountains towards San Jose in a newer Miata. Another weekend we spent in San Rafael, where we didn’t leave the hotel the entire time. A very welcoming weekend with no pressure, no rush, just stay in and play video games, watch movies, and eat in (room service and delivery to our door!). That was a nice weekend with the only expectation was that we were doing nothing. As Christmas approaches, we venture out into the city to look at some of the lights. We also manage the watch Elf at the drive-in (although the foggy night didn’t make that easy), and once more drive-in to see Wonder Woman 1984 before the new year.

Alright, quick tidbits:

Cars I’ve rented – BMW 330i, Hyundai Santa Fe, Nissan Altima, Fiat Abarth 124, Jeep Wrangler, Mazda Miata. A nice plethora of cars this year, and with the availability of mountains in the west coast, and the convenience of Turo, I have the opportunity to take nice day long drives through the windy roads. This was one of my goals for moving and I’m glad I’m still able to put that into fruition. It’s convenient to have nice back roads so close, and the beautiful highway 1 coastal road for longer trips. It was nice to rent a couple convertibles, including a few similar to my Miata. I hope next year brings some more interesting cars, and hopefully some off-roading fun as well. It’s hard to pick a favorite, as each ride held a unique experience. But I am thinking about getting a Jeep so…

Best Thing I Ate – man there’s so much to consider. G-Ading’s wedding was crazy delicious, the best wedding food ever no question. Having a mini Hot Ones episode at Ashley’s parents and at Kevin’s was delicious and the conversation meaningful. I started my goodbye food tour but didn’t see it through, but that came with some favorites from Gators Dockside, Pho Vinh, Gold China, Vicky’s Bakery. As far as the West Coast: Farmhouse Thai’s Lao platter is tray full of little wonders. And here in the Bay Burmese is plentiful (something that should definitely make its way into Orlando). Let’s not forget a couple homemade treats, such as Mia’s delicious Ube cookies and smore bites, and Ashley’s brownie muffins she considers was a mess up (I think they were perfect).

Between the pandemic lockdown and my new Xbox, I’ve played quite a few notable games. My favorites this year include Nier Automata, Jedi Fallen Order, and The Outer Worlds. Breath of the Wild also has now become a comfort food/ re-watch staple this year in Cali.

A couple movies/TV to note watching: Before Sunrise, Columbus, Westworld season 3, Mandalorian Season 2, Dash & Lily.

There’s a lot that can be said about 2020. There were big expectations, and life comforts, which were all stripped from us. And so while we made a big leap into the unknown, the rest of the world follow suit. But it’s hard to say if it was a bad choice or good, because I really don’t know what would happen if we stayed in Florida. Maybe things were more familiar and grounded, maybe see family a bit more. But what jobs would we have? Would we have been at higher risk of getting Covid? Who knows. But what I do know is that right now we are fine. We are healthy, we are financially stable, our family is healthy. And we may be limited in the interactions we can have, but that does not mean we can’t enjoy some of what this west coast adventure had in store for us. I think it was important that we experience the change, chaotic as it was.

We purged ourselves of the past: got rid of old clothes, old furniture, old junk of our college and early adult years. We carry with us only the essentials, and have a new outlook on what we acquire along the way. May would see us move out of our home, be in limbo back in Miami, and even once we got to Oakland, we would move just 2 weeks later (and move out again 3 months later, and we’ll be moving again this January). This is a year of being unsettled, which was to be expected with the move, but add a global pandemic, marches for equality, an uncertain presidential election, nothing was the same, everything has changed.

But honestly, since many of life’s grievances are a shared collective, my year relatively was ok. Pre-Covid was fantastic and jam packed with family and trips, par for the course of what I deem important to me. And even during the pandemic, my comforts are driven by much of the same elements: friends, family, and trips, albeit a bit differently. I have hopes for next year, I really do. I don’t think things will go back to normal, and for us there is no normal here. But I think things will settle and be grounded, and we can look forward to more of things that make us whole and human. Things that may have been missing this year are the grander friends vacation trips, and the live concerts and museums. I also hope to see my family soon, and get back to a place of comfort and familiarity, even for a brief moment. I hope to see more of that next year. But all I can ask is that our health and wellbeing stay intact.

2020, you were a nightmare. But catalysts are never calm, and the outcome is sure to be filled with great energy.

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

1. Have A Seat

Ivy haphazardly pulled into one of the many empty parking spaces and threw the silver Nissan in park, opening her door.

"It is too fuckin hot," she groaned leaning out, her white coffin nails resting on the inside door handle. "I know I said I wanted summer to hurry up and get here but bitch I'm bout ready for fall.."

She was crooked and straddling the white line. If she'd parked between cars, she may have backed out to straighten up so that no one would dent her door or chip her paint, but since the only other cars were at the surrounding businesses, she closed her door and lifted in her seat to bare her full rows of teeth in the review mirror, passing her tongue over them. She hadn't flossed in the past two weeks, but she'd brushed her teeth for a second time in the day after lunch with a travel sized toothbrush in the bathroom at her job.

Turning her head right to left in the mirror, she examined all of her teeth close up before checking the corners of her eyes for boogers, the green of her irises lit by the sun shining through the window.

"My eyes look bout big as shit," she mumbled pulling her tube of chapstick to smear back and forth across her full naked lips without breaking her own eye contact.

"Okay shut up.." She pushed the radio to quiet the new Katy Perry song threatening to assault her ears and looked at her reflection once more before turning off the car. The A/C cut with it of course which meant it was time to go.

Climbing from the car, she looked up at the brick building with one of its offices labeled Orthodontist. Luckily, it was easy to find, she'd just never been inside. She drove passed it every day to get to work. It was a nine minute drive from her apartment. From work, it was about thirty minutes however and that was how long it'd taken to get there today.

The weighted glass door was tinted but once she put a little muscle to it, it opened to reveal a small but comfortable looking space with calm water blue walls and daytime television at a murmuring volume, mounted to the far right wall.

Two opposing leather navy couches sat invitingly. A small blue model sailboat sat on the tall receptionists counter that Ivy found herself standing in front of. It seemed to come to her neck. A petite black girl with long black box braids and deep skin of about the same age was typing on the computer, but she looked up immediately, a polite and professional smile on her face as she turned in her chair. She had small elfish features, high pointy ears, and perfect teeth.

"Hi, you have an appointment?"

"Yeah, Ivy Stevens. This is my first time here though, I-"

"Stevens? Your name is Stevens too? That's so cool. Dr. Stevens is amazing. Have you already spoken to him about your records?"

"Yeah, my dentist said he sent the requested information and I wondered if y'all got it."

"One sec, hon, I'll pull you up. Okay.. Yep, we've got em. Your insurance.. Okay.. Looks like you're set just fill out the intake paperwork."

Taking the clipboard, Ivy sat on the couch closest to the door she'd come through. She completed the paperwork fairly quickly before handing it back.

"Thank you. Have a seat. Dr. Stevens will be right with you."

As Ivy returned to the couch, her eyes darted about taking in her surroundings. It had a nautical feel. Artwork hung on the walls consisting of framed big ships on the ocean and then there were the abstract paint swipes with various shades of blue. Magazines were splayed on the end tables that met each couch and there was a floor abacus-type game meant for kids set aside neatly under the opposite end table along with a puzzle and a coloring book.

As nice as it was, right now A/C was its best feature.

"..I don't care what he told you, if it's not in writing.. see that's why you need to get things in writing," Judge Mathis nodded sternly toward the defendant before grabbing his gavel. "Case dismissed."

The woman tried to argue.

"No evidence, no case," he countered.

"Stevens," a questioning voice called chipperly.

Ivy turned her head to see the elfish girl smiling brightly as she held open the wooden door conjoining the waiting room to the hall. Her clothes were different. This time she wore light blue. Ivy's eyes darted briefly to the receptionist's desk and the girl was sitting there too in the same white getup. Okay identical twins. It clicked in Ivy's mind making sense and she followed the blue twin to the back.

"Have a seat and Dr. Stevens will be out in a second," the blue elf said disappearing. Ivy settled onto the bed-like dentist's chair with her legs extended, ankles crossed, and her keys and phone in hand. Her eyes shut as she waited, resting her lids. It was about two minutes or so before she heard shuffling.

She looked over to her left to find a man wearing light blue scrubs under a crisp white coat sitting on a stool and looking intently at a computer screen. She could tell he was young from the back, close to her age. The back of his head was faded into a top full off short dreadlocks. His long leg was extended off to the side, telling Ivy that he was tall and his poised left hand lightly touched the mouse. It was lively and held no wrinkles or ring. It looked strong though he moved with a gentle flow of ease.

Even through the scrubs and the coat, his build was such that she could tell he was active. He was visibly fit like he did intense sports or spent hours at the gym. Ivy watched his back waiting to see his face, but he was focused on the screen. Her nails drummed against her  Rick and Morty phone case in curiosity.

"Ms. Stevens.. you sure we aren't related?" The texture and richness of his tone and his cadence said round-the-way nigga, but the way he enunciated sounded practiced for white America.

"Depends.. your family from Florida?"

"Nah." The warmth of the smile in his voice could be felt and Ivy continued to stare at his locks and shoulders waiting to see his face to see if it matched. "Cali by way of Wakanda."

"Orlando from Antigua."

"I can hear it in your voice. What you doing on the west coast?" He clicked the mouse a couple of times and slid his foot as she tried hard to see more of his side profile. She could see he had a beard and small studded earrings

"What you mean? I ain't think I had an accent."

"Believe me when I say you do."

Finally he turned and Ivy's eyes widened as she whispered a low, "Damn" catching his reaction.

"You good?" His brows rose and he slid his stool to her right side getting closer. His dainty flattered smile gave her a glimpse of a few white teeth. She liked that. He was sexy and he had nice teeth. A good job too?

"Alright Ms. Stevens," he paused looking her in the eye, "Looks like you're here for a cleaning but you also want a filling.."

She wanted to be filled all right.

"I'll need to take some pictures of your teeth first if that's alright. It should be fairly painless. We'll work on the composite filling for a natural look and then we'll move into the cleaning."

"That's fine."

"Have you felt any pain or discomfort in your teeth?"

"Yeah, my bottom row. Right in here," she pointed watching his eyes train onto the tooth in question. His focus was making her hot.

---

Erik cranked the womans's chair leaning her torso back so that he could see her teeth more clearly. He draped a lead apron over her chest and took a blue rubber glove and pulled it onto his hand, pulling and adjusting the thin rubber over his palm. His middle finger held down her bottom lip gently as he peered into her mouth looking to the tooth she'd pointed out. It was a molar, tooth 19 to be specific.

"Bite down."

He placed a positioner between her top and bottom teeth and positioned his x-ray cylinder getting behind the radiation generator to take the picture. He repeated the process on both sides of her mouth.

"See, painless," he smiled moving back to the computer screen to analyze the x-rays. He could see the negative space in the tooth in question along with another tooth. "Looks like two cavities."

"The fuck? Two?"

"Don't worry I'm a fill em both today and you'll be good to go... just remember to floss. Always floss. If you go by the receptionist desk before you go, Saraya will make sure you get floss along with a sample of listerine... Okay." He moved back to her right side and pulled out a q-tip. "Here we go, open up for me?"

Nervously she opened her mouth and he swiped the q-tip gently over her gums.

"This is a topical numbing cream so that when I inject you.. you won't feel it. Ideally when you're getting work done, you don't wanna feel it."

He didn't expect an answer because she couldn't yet move her mouth, but the conversation was mostly to ease her anxiety. Patients tended to relax somewhat as long as he spoke to them constantly.

"That numbing gel kicking in yet?"

"Uh-huh," she grunted.

"Good.. Now, this is the anaesthetic. I'm a inject you and you should barely feel it."

"O-ha," she grunted. His experience as a dentist translated her response automatically. Okay, she'd said. He presented the needle and poked her gums at the injection site. He waited a few moments having injected her,  walking over to the computer again.

"How you doing," he asked as his fingers drummed on the keyboard. Her voice was low in response.

"I'm doing okay."

"Good.. I'm just giving it time to kick in. The more time you give it, the less you feel."

"That's good. I don't wanna feel it, I heard it could hurt and I don't like pain.." Her voice was getting lower and lower.

"Any moment now," he assured her letting the room go quiet as he stepped out for a minute. On his return, he went straight back to her x-rays before continuing to type through a couple of silent minutes.

"We still doing alright?"

No response. He waited a second deciding to ask again.

"Ms. Stevens.. you alright? How numb are you right now from a scale of 1-10."

Her only response was soft but heavy breathing. His fingers went still on the keypad, and he looked over at the woman to see that her eyes were shut. Her lips were slightly parted. He waved his hand in front of her eyelids getting no response.

"Saraya," he called and his receptionist appeared almost immediately, her smile wide. "Bring me my tools and lock the front door."

Her eyes glinted, her excitement rising. She turned leaving from his sight returning with a rolling silver metallic cart stocked with tools that were neatly arranged. He turned back to the computer screen exiting and discarding the dummy word document he'd been typing gibberish in for the past few minutes. When he turned back, Saraya was close to the woman's face.

"Aht, let's give Ms. Stevens some space please."

Saraya's hand reached out to stroke the woman's face with her index and Erik picked up the Bushcraft knife from the metallic cart swiping his thumb lightly over the sharp, smooth edge. It was a medium-sized knife with a sturdy, thick steel blade. Not one of his better knives, but useful and handy.

"Her skin is so soft," Saraya grinned in awe, her fingers lightly brushing the sleeping woman's cheek. She flinched, her smile dropping, and she froze when the knife whizzed by her cheek knicking her in the exact same spot where she'd touched the patient before thudding to the ground.

"That was my second time telling you.. Don't make me tell you again."

Saraya's face had fallen from the shock, but now the grin was back full force. "You spared me," she purred slowly standing and putting distance between herself and the body. "..She's all yours." Backing from the room with her hands in the air she disappeared and Erik's eyes returned to the sleeping young lady.

He sighed looking from her face to the phone and keys in her hand. Those had to be taken and he had the perfect space for them on the second tier of his cart. He was sure to turn the phone completely off.

"Let's get you trussed up, Ms. Stevens," he whispered reaching for the crimson bundle of rope. The color excited him as he wrapped it around his hand.

#erik killmonger #original #killmonger #erik stevens #erik killmonger fanfiction #erik killmonger imagines #erik killmonger imagine #erik x oc #dentist

[caffeineivore]

Margarita

Fic, written for @nelwynp‘s nuptials. Part of... not quite a series, as the stories are not precisely related to each other, but... we can call it a series. Senshi/shitennou, AU Angst, Crime, Drinks. Depending on my motivation/level of laziness, I may or may not hunt up and post up the other fics in this... “series”. 

The Blood Pact

I am not perfect.

I am sometimes selfish. Occasionally self destructive.

And prone to very brief, yet severe, spells of sadness.

But I would fight until every bone in my body was broken to protect you.

That's a promise.

--- Beau Taplin

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Nondescript jeans, straight-leg and medium wash, ancient Adidas, and a green University of Miami sweatshirt, autumn-leaf-auburn curls poking out underneath the hood. Marisa Cruz's dossier states that she's a recent grad, who'd attended on a basketball scholarship and turned twenty-two only a month ago, but right now, her hands are clenched in her lap, knuckles white, and if she bites her lower lip any harder, she'd draw blood. She has the height and statuesque build of an athlete, but that only emphasizes her fragility as she sits bolt-upright across from him as the small airplane makes its way from Florida towards Washington, DC. Nico can't blame her, though, for the silence or the nerves. This particular flight is never a happy one for any who make it.

“Want something to eat, or drink?”

“No. No, thank you.” Marisa's fists clench even tighter. The shadows underneath her green eyes are bruise-purple as she raises her gaze briefly to his face, a grimacing smile upon her own. “I hate flying.”

Nico doesn't see the point of mincing words, but returns her forced smile with an uncharacteristically-gentle one of his own. “I'll stock you up on Dramamine, then. Unfortunately, you're going to have to get used to this.”

She sighs and closes her eyes, a shuddering breath escaping. “I'm going to have to get used to a lot of things.”

A new home, a new phone number and email address, a new name on a new driver's license and a new social security number. Twenty-four-hour protection. Waking up sweating and screaming, gunshots echoing in her subconscious, the blood-spattered faces of her parents frozen in death, branded to the insides of her eyelids. A single tear tracks its way down one pale cheek, almost as though she has yet to completely cry herself dry.

Nico tucks the dossier away and reaches the short distance across to lay one hand on her tightly balled ones, and keeps it there until he feels her fingers relax-- roughly ten seconds before the plane begins its descent.

*-*

Marisa Cruz attends the orientation for joining the Witness Protection Program with a stoic face as the details of her new life are explained to her. She will relocate and enroll in grad-level classes in a completely different field than her undergraduate studies. At no point is she to contact any of her old friends and any remaining family members. In time, she will be expected to testify against the drug cartel boss who had murdered her parents, after which she will disappear.

It's all old hat to Nico, but something about her-- fragile and solitary and intrepid as a wild rose blooming amidst a mess of thorns-- stirs an undefinable feeling of tenderness that he's certainly not accustomed to feeling. Later, they sit in the windowless room, drinking cokes from a vending machine, and he smiles at her.

“Pick a name that's going to be easy for you to remember. Some people like to use their same initials.”

She finishes her soft drink. The highly-identifying University of Miami sweatshirt is gone, and one pink tank top strap slips down her shoulder as she wings the empty can into the wastebasket across the room with impressive accuracy. Nico's eyes trace the graceful movement for a moment, but then meets her emerald gaze.

“My grandmother's name was Marcela, though my grandfather always called her Marcelita. I think I can go with that. Marcelita Cross. Maybe Lita for short. Will that do?”

“Perfect. Lita Cross, my name is Nico Hernandez, the US Marshal assigned to your protection.” His big hand swallows her smaller one, and finally, finally, she cracks a faint smile over their clasped hands. “It's nice to meet you.”

*-*

Despite the Dramamine, Marisa Cruz-- now Lita Cross, is still tense and white-knuckled in the seat across from him during the flight out of Washington, so Nico fills the silence with his own words.

“So, what did you go to school for? Aside from basketball, obviously.”

“Electrical Engineering, if you'll believe it. I was gonna go work in Silicon Valley like all the cool kids, retire by the age of thirty-five with a gazillion dollars, or something.” There's a hint of an ironic smile on her lips, and that's better than nothing, so Nico smiles back.

“Eh, it's overrated. I'm from California, originally, and the cost of living is outrageous out there. When I came out to Virginia at the start of my career and got my first apartment-- a decently sized one-bedroom, too, in Crystal City-- I almost wept with joy. My apartment in Cali was about the size of a shoebox, and the rent was triple.” His smile widens and he adds a cheeky wink. “Naturally, being a shallow asshole, I do miss the beaches. And burritos. And In-N-Out.”

“Where did you go to school, then?”

“Stanford. I was an athletic scholarship kid, too,” he reaches over and takes her hands, gently pries her fists open. “Track and field, though. Mainly, it was cool because I can say that I went to the same school as Dana Scully from the X-Files, who holds the distinction of being the first woman I loved. Aside from my mother and sisters, that is. I think I have a weakness for tomboyish redheads.”

She rolls her eyes, but her fingers relax fractionally in his as the sunlight streaming in through the airplane window glows golden against her ruddy hair.

*-*

Lita Cross attends a different school than Marisa Cruz had, and lives in a cozy two-bedroom apartment on campus with a roommate whom all of her new female classmates have agreed upon as man-candy of the best tall-dark-and-handsome variety. She has no social media of any kind. She's enrolled in the culinary arts program, and wears her bark-brown hair in a ladylike ponytail and knee-length dresses that show off beautifully toned, tanned legs. She's friendly enough with the other students and is known to like flowers and chick flicks.

The nightmares wake her up more often than not in the beginning, and in the first, agonizing weeks, several times a week, she'd shoot up in her bed, cold sweat matting her hair in dark streaks to her neck and a scream choking in her throat, shivering despite the southern warmth as a large male body bursts into her room and silently holds her as she sobs, dark eyes bleak and sympathetic and endlessly patient as they wait for her to finally drop from exhaustion. She sleeps with the lights on and feels ironically ashamed at the taxpayer dollars that went, every month, towards her astronomical electric bill.

It is about a month and a half into their acquaintance that Nico hits upon a solution.

A few nights a week, always during the wee small hours, the two of them go to the twenty-four-hour gym an hour's drive off-campus and play an exhilarating and sweaty hour of one-on-one basketball in a deserted indoor court, with nothing but the fluorescent lights overhead bearing witness. They always get home at roughly three in the morning, and then follow up the basketball with a kickboxing lesson in the living room, and then, more often than not, scrambled eggs hastily devoured over the kitchen counter before they'd had the chance to cool down from smoking. These nights would always be before days that she didn't have any morning classes, and it would be approaching dawn when both of them would finally crash, fully dressed, in her bed out of sheer exhaustion.

Eventually, in an organic, unplanned progression, he sort of abandons his own bedroom altogether. It's not sexual-- they're always dressed and nobody's hands wander. She just sleeps better with a warm, muscular, protective body lying in between her and the bedroom door.

In the locked drawer of the nightstand on her side of that bed is the one photograph of her parents that she was allowed to keep. He pretends not to know that it's there and always looks away when she takes it out.

In the locked drawer of the nightstand on his side of that bed is a loaded Glock 22. She pretends not to know that it's there and always looks away when he takes it out.

*-*

Lita finds herself enjoying culinary school more than she thought she would. The long hours on her feet don't faze her, and she finds it a rather fascinating duality of precision and creativity. She often brings home leftovers and experiments of all kinds, some more successful than others. Nico democratically and enthusiastically demolishes all of them, but has an especial fondness for desserts, particularly cookies.

“I don't know why you're not like, six hundred pounds,” she teases him one evening, as they watch a football game on TV and he plows his way through a generous serving of coq au vin and half a dozen chocolate macarons. There's a crumb by his mouth, and she reaches across the couch to swipe at it just as the game cuts to halftime and commercials. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees him set down his plate, and then his hand-- large, tanned, surprisingly elegant despite the roughness of his fingers, snags her wrist, his touch warm and achingly gentle.

“Exercise and good clean living,” Nico says lightly. “PT for the job is no joke, at least to the guy who trained me. Guy by the name of Elias Priest. Had one of those faces and smiles like a Catholic saint, but appearances can be deceiving, you know?”

She traces her fingertip over the crumb by his mouth, and his skin is warm like the air in a Thanksgiving kitchen. Stubble is coming in, brushing his chin and jaw with sand-papery dark brown. He's a man's man and loves sports and documentaries and napping on the couch, but he listens to everything she says-- her fears, her memories both happy and horrible, her pet peeves and stupid things she's seen on the internet-- like his investment in her life extends far beyond keeping her breathing until the court date. He had taught her how to throw a punch and use a taser, and holds her in her sleep, even though she keeps the lights on and tosses and turns. She doesn't realize that she's leaned forward until suddenly she can count every one of his eyelashes, which have no right to be as long and dark as they are, but he's the one to bend his head. Firm lips brush against her hair, then press against her forehead, and she's sure that she's blushing wildly despite the innocuousness of the touch. It's not where she'd like it to be, the sudden thought occurs to her, though she'd never, ever admit that aloud. He smells like chocolate and her girly-smelling fabric softener, though it's incredibly different on him.

The game on TV is well into the third quarter before she manages to turn her attention back to it, but somehow, that hand around her wrist doesn't leave, and his fingers entwine with hers.

*-*

The driver's license bearing the name Marcelita Cross is issued by the State of Georgia as opposed to Florida, and states that the bearer's birthday is the 12th of May, so the fifth of December that year dawns uneventfully like any other day. Lita comes home to the distinctive grinding sound of the blender whirring away in the kitchen, and curiously goes to investigate.

Nico smiles as she walks in, even as he pours something pale green and frothy into two cocktail glasses rimmed with salt. “All in all, we can say this is just another day, yeah?” He has a dimple in his right cheek but not his left when he grins, and there's a small gift box somewhat clumsily wrapped in floral gift-wrap on the counter next to a grocery-store bouquet of flowers in a plain white vase. “I made margaritas. They're the only girly drink I know how to make, I'm afraid-- I'm more of a beer kind of guy.”

Shocked green eyes meet his dark ones, and her breath catches in her throat. Wordlessly, she reaches for the drink, but her cheeks flush even before she takes a sip, and her fingers tremble as they carefully unwrap the box. Nestled inside against snow-white satin is a pair of earrings shaped like pink rosebuds. She puts them on, and smiles tremulously at the gleam of approval in Nico's eyes. She drains her glass and half of a second one before she finds the courage to step closer to him-- Nico-the-protector is so much easier to understand than Nico-the-closest-friend-and-more-- but when she leans up to press her lips against that solitary dimple and he wraps his strong arms around her like it's the simplest thing in the world, it's the most perfect thing she's felt.

And yet, in some strange and subtle way, it seems to herald yet another change in her life. A quickening thrill. Elation and despair intertwined. The warmth of his body cradling hers and the dread of the trial, set to begin in a month.

A beginning. An end. The beginning of the end.

It's as though Nico feels it too, though, because all of the sudden, he sets down his barely-touched drink with a quiet clack and she feels him bury his face in her hair, and his breath is hot but not quite even against her neck.

“Do you know, I've been doing this for quite some time? Most people who go into witness protection are criminals who turn informant. Kind of sleazy types-- the villain who helps the good guys bring down the bigger villain, if you will.” He pulls back just enough to look into her eyes, and the shine in them, so different from the numb flatness of their first meeting, causes his breath to hitch. “Not like you. No one's ever been like you.”

There's no good that can come out of this conversation-- it ends with a one-way plane ticket to some small town in Wisconsin that she's never even heard of before, where the name Marisa Cruz means nothing to anybody, and life will go on, perhaps peacefully and uneventfully but in sepia-toned anonymity and solitude. All at once, for the first time in months, her eyes fill with tears, and she burrows back into his arms as they start falling. He rubs her back and rocks gently and there's probably something ridiculously incongruous about the tableau-- fruity tropical drinks on a cheap Formica counter, a jewelry box, a weeping young woman with copper roots showing under her tousled brunette hair, a dark-haired man holding her protectively, a gun holstered at his side. And maybe it's because she presses her wet cheek against his stubbly one, close enough that he can taste tequila and lime on her breath, or maybe it's because her hands are clenched white-knuckled again, this time around fistfuls of his shirt, and he knows that in the morning there will be dark-purple shadows underneath her eyes again, but a moment later they're kissing, devouring each other, and he sinks his grip into her hair and she sinks hers into his heart and both of their mouths taste like salt—margarita and tears.

Nico pulls back first, and his eyes blaze like dark fire as he stares down at her. “We can't, not like this.” His voice sounds as though he'd swallowed something a lot rougher than citrusy cocktail, and in his eyes, Lita reads an echo of her own despair. “I'm falling in love with you, but I can't compromise your safety. If something were to happen to you, it would kill me.” His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows, his chest rises as he takes a ragged breath. “I'll come back for you, though. Someday, when you're safe, and this is all over. I swear that, on my life.”

The day's date means absolutely nothing, according to all of Marcelita Cross's documents, but a birthday is a year older and wiser, no matter what anyone says. And so she nods, slowly, gingerly, with the meticulous care of someone trying not to break. She leans up, and when her lips meet his this time they're soft and sweet and slow as a requiem. They don't break apart until they need to breathe, and then, deliberately, she finishes her second drink and his, letting the alcohol cushion the blow to come.

She's dimly aware of him carrying her to bed, then lying down next to her, holding her close under the covers. But she wakes up the next morning alone, and when she walks into the living room, there's a different marshal. A sharp-eyed blonde with a pixie crop who introduces herself as Harper Tennyson and whose sardonic smirk doesn't at all resemble Nico's smile. But at least Harper asks no questions, and lets her cry herself to sleep in peace that night.

She doesn't see or hear from Nico again, not when the trial is finally over, not when she completes her culinary program, not when she gets that one-way plane ticket. But at the oddest times in the subsequent years, she'd receive a dozen pink roses from the local florist. They match her favourite earrings perfectly.

*-*

The town of Menomonie, Wisconsin, dawns cold and snowy on the fifth of December, and Lita Cross quietly bids farewell to her coworkers at the restaurant where she'd been working for the past six months as the pastry chef and makes the short trek to the local neighbourhood bar. It's a quiet weekday night, and she seats herself at a small table in the back, content to watch a basketball game in silent progress on the TV screens.

Marisa Cruz would have turned twenty-seven today, had she still existed.

A cheery cocktail waitress walks over to her table, and sets down a pale green drink in a distinctive glass, and Lita's head snaps up in surprise.

“I didn't order anything.”

“Oh, it's from that gentleman over there. He said to tell you he really likes your earrings.” The waitress gestures a broad back at the other side of the bar, sculpted shoulders brushed with dark hair slightly too long, and as Lita watches, wide-eyed, everything else around them seems to stand still as he turns around, one dimple in his right cheek as he slowly walks over. He's wearing a black pea coat and jeans and looks nothing like a US marshal as he reaches her table, but it's the same warm hands, the same smile, and when he wraps his fingers around hers, it's like everything slowly falling into place with the same quiet loveliness as the snow outside.

“What are you doing here?” Lita manages to ask in a surprisingly steady voice. Her testimony at the trial of the cartel kingpin years ago had resulted in a conviction and she had been out of true danger for quite some time, but just now, she felt brave enough to take on the whole wide world.

“I moved out here a few months ago. You know why I'm here,” Nico tips her face up, staring at her as though unable to get his fill of her face. His stubbly cheek presses against her smooth one as he whispers into her ear. “Happy birthday, love.”

She picks up the glass that the waitress had left on the table and takes a sip, tasting icy, salty-sweetness on her tongue, and clenches her fingers around fistfuls of his coat, and grins. “Do I get a present?”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small, clumsily-wrapped jewelry box in floral paper, and the hint of nerves in his eyes gives away precisely what might be in the box. “Why don't you open it and see?”

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1979: Smooth

By @rhapsody-in-flannel: 1979 "Will you two just admit that we should have gone with my plan?!" (btw this is a really clever concept!)

Word Count: 822

A/N:  For the longest time I absolutely loathed country music. But the last few weeks I’ve kinda started loving it. And, I mean, how can you hate a song that uses a frog as an instrument? That’s absolutely fantastic! When I got all of my brother’s songs, I inherited his big library of country music, and somehow this song found its way onto my iPod. I don’t know many Florida Georgia Line songs, but I think it’s time I check them out more :)

Version en Español: 1979: Smooth

Song 1979: Smooth by Florida Georgia Line

“Will you two just admit that we should have gone with my plan?” Dean hissed at you and Sam as yet another person walked up to introduce themselves.

You just laughed, the sound of your good mood echoing off the old barn and leafy trees. Sam, as always, was infected by your happiness and found himself relaxing, despite Dean’s keyed-up attitude. “Dean, c’mon, it’s not that bad. Besides, why would you wanna go to an old bar when we got invited to a good ol’ fashioned southern barbeque?”

“Hey there,” the middle-aged woman drawled, coming to a stop in front of the three of you. “Y’all don’t look like yer from ‘round here.”

“They’re not,” you gestured at the boys, leaning into Sam’s side. “But this smells like my childhood. Feels like home.”

In the two years that Sam had known you, he’d never seen you as at peace as you were in the middle of this crowd of strangers. Your southern accent that was always playing on the edge of your voice had come out in full force during this hunt. You spoke slower, smiled more, and just seemed freer. The hot, muggy air wasn’t as stifling as it would have been without you by his side.

“Then let’s get y’all somethin’ ta eat! Can’t let these two handsome fellas leave without experiencin’ some o’ our southern hospitality.”

You pulled away from Sam and looped your arm around the woman’s, leading the way further into the melee. You fit right in here. As Sam pulled Dean along to follow you, he heard you confide to the woman like you two were best friends. “Dean over there thinks he prefers bars to parties. It’s up to us to convert him of his heathen ways.”

“And that tall drink of water next ta him?”

“Oh, don’t worry about him. I’ve got that one eatin’ outta my hand.” The wink you flashed over your shoulder at Sam made him grin and forget about the hot sweat that suctioned his clothing to his body.

The closer the group of you got to the crowd, the deeper Dean grimaced. Country music flowed out from speakers set up throughout the yard, people of all ages milled around, and there was a loud buzzing that came from everyone holding loud conversations. Sam just rolled his eyes at his brother’s behavior. Dean could put up with one night of innocent company and music that wasn’t classic rock.

Once Dean had a plate of food, though, he was in a slightly better mood. You had taken residence under Sam’s arm while the two of you joked and conversed with the people around you, making up for Dean’s silence.

A few hours into the night, people started moving off to the sides, making room in the middle of the yard for a dance floor. Your eyes lit up, but before Sam could decide if he wanted to embarrass himself on the dance floor for you, another man came up and asked you to dance. Without a second thought, you stood up and took his hand.

“Y/N—“ Sam started to protest, but you just leaned down and kissed him quickly, pulling back with a huge grin.

“Honey, don’t you worry.”

And in the next flash, you were out in the middle of the dance floor, easily following the stranger’s lead. Sam was torn between his jealousy at seeing that other man’s hands on you, and the pure happiness that he felt upon seeing how free and happy you were in this setting.

More people skipped onto the dance floor and partners were switched around. No one stayed with the same person for long. Just watching you smile and laugh as if you’d been friends with everyone at this party for years sent a spark of tenderness through Sam’s heart.

Then someone grabbed Sam’s hand and he let himself be pulled onto the dance floor. You spotted him and lit up even more, if that was possible. Making your way over, Sam marveled at how well you fit in here. The way you moved your body and how you locked your eyes on his just made him fall even more in love with you than he thought possible.

You finally made your way over and hooked your arms behind his neck. Sam couldn’t stop himself from wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and leaning down until his lips were at your ear. In his best southern accent, he said, “Good Lord almighty, darlin’. You sure know how ta make a man fall in love, and ya ain’t even tryin’.”

Your perfect laughter rang across the crowd at his attempted fake-accent and you leaned up to kiss him. “Oh, sweetie, it’s effortless ‘cause I wrote th’ book.”

“Think you could read me some of those chapters tonight?”

With shining eyes, you grinned up at him. “I reckon we can figure somethin’ out.”

Lyrics Under the Cut

Smooth / Like a Tennessee Walker / Just a walking on the water / You're smooth / Like a Sunday morning Elvis / Singing Gospel it's a hell of a groove / Like the lines on her Mercury / Girl you're put together perfectly

[Chorus:] Good lord almighty / Girl, you go down good / You ain't even trying / Cause you wrote the book / There ain't nobody / A do me like you / The way you move that body / Girl, you're so smooth

Like cat daddy driving / A Caddy from Cali baby / You're smooth / Like young love buzzing / Off an Old Camp bottle by the Moon / Blackberry jam, finger-licking / Off your hand flying out the window

[Chorus]

Smooth, smooth / You're a stroke on the canvas / A brick road to Kansas / My little summer time jam

[Chorus]

Smooth, smooth, smooth

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Inspired By Real people, Real Relationships, and Fake Events

INTRO.

*Riding down the street, leaning on window smoking and driving. Credits go by. Flatbush zombies song Bumps. Phone rings, music stops*

Duke: hello??

Greg: Ayo Duke

Duke: Yo wuddup nigga

Greg: Aye bro, you got your strap??

*Duke looks down at cup holder* Duke: Always!

Greg: Listen bro, I need you to come pick me and Mark up rightnow and not ask me any questions.... you down or what??

Duke: .....................where you at??

Black screen

CHAPTER 1: The Story

Female Narrator:

Black Americans ...... Culture.... somehow, for the majority anyways, no matter how much money our parents had... no matter which City, State, neighborhood, or family you come from, our families all have things in common. Have you ever wondered about that?? I mean think about it. Somehow, weather your from Connecticut, New York, Florida, Texas, Cali, Virginia, Illinois, or the Carolinas, we all have fatal similarities without ever meeting or even knowing the same people. Our grandmothers have always told us things like "stop letting all my AC out the house, go fetch me a switch, come here baby, you know grandma loves her baby, stop running around my damn house, I'm praying for you baby" and that world famous, stand on the porch with the sun in her eyes and hands on her hips, wave to watch us drive off from her house. Grandmothers keep the world spinning!! They cook everything with love and have that magic hug and kiss that fuels us like a pump at a gas station. There is truely NOTHING like the love from an elderly women! .... for the majority

Then there are mothers and aunts. The rib of the family. Always putting on fronts when people come around. They can be both your biggest motivator and entagenizor, or both at the same time. They wake you up, get you dressed, feed you, and get you out to school on time day in and day out. They manage a very strict schedule and do it so amazingly. Weather they have a significant other or parental spousal support, they manage with grace and elegance. *Black mother cursing kids out* most of the time anyways.....

And then there are Black Men... the back bone that keeps America standing up straight. The shoulders in which a majority of Americas problems sit on. The brains behind more than 50% of American culture if you ask me. Now I'd like to break the idea if the black man down into 3 categories, which in my opinion isn't exactly fair, because I feel as if all black men share all 3 attributes if enticed to show them in the appropriate time or place.

The first... of-course the typical idealistic black man that Brainwashed America would imagine at first thought. The "GANGSTA". Smh.... typical... This man isn't a bad person. He does bad things from a normal perspective, but no worst than an unordinary American would do. Don't agree?? Well check this... the gangsta sells drugs to the public. Mostly addictive substances to keep his clients hooked, squeezing every silver dime and red penny that they can get out of said person before they either die or overdose.... sound formillior?? Kind of like a Doctor without the license. Cures for things like diabetes, HIV, high blood pressure, cancers, they have been around for years, but we all know there's no economic longevity in corporations curing people. The profits comes from sustaining their illness enough to giving temporary relief of symptoms but not enough to eraticate them. The goal is to keep them coming back..... I.E. "Drug Dealers. Plus ide imagine the "typical" black man would have a bad temper and ofcourse drinks Hennessy and smokes newports all day ".

The second we'll bring up is the "Baby Daddy". Unfortunately this is a legitimate cultural problem for OUR community. Weather the man stays in his child's life as much as anyone would like is besides the point. The biggest problem is that the babies are often made at a young age of the man in which he is not ready to instantly drop the childish antics and mentality at that very moment. Which brings the conflict between said man and the women enpregnated because as females tend to mature faster than males, she is usually raised with a specific image of what a man should be. Her immaturities sway her from being patient enough to help the father of her child to grow into the man he needs to be. The conflicted situation dominos into their split up in which the mother usually takes the custody of the youth, leaving the man to continue exactly where he left off before the pregnancy, living in his immaturities.

And lastly... the comeillian. He isn't a gangster or gangbanger, he doesn't accidentally enpregnate a female before he intends to. He typically is very comfortable being around anyone of any race, religion, or sexual preference. Mentally he feels as if he is a bit of an outcast. He typically has a bit of rebellion in his blood that people find ok, only because he regularly turns it on and off, depending on the environment he is in. I personally like to think of them as an untapped well just under the surface. The possibility of this person swaying into any job, place, environment is up to them. They're just waiting for the decision to be made.

Now on first instinct, Humanity has conditioned us to always look at things as 2 sided. Either right or wrong, good or bad, black or white. But I'm here to show you.... it's much deeper than that. Bad things happen to good people that make bad decisions with good intentions.

Chapter 2: the Team

*Duke pulls up to location, cuts off music, calls greg. Him and mark come out and fast walk to car. They dap up Duke and he pulls off.

Duke: so what niggas bout to do?? We got static??

Greg: nah, but first things first, niggas need to go get some weed. Pull up at Chris crib.

*Duke pulls out blunt and lights it.*

Mark: my nigga, hahaha

*Car pulls up at Chris's house. All three get out of car. Duke pulls gun from cup holder and tucks on waist. Flips shirt over and proceeds to door. SPECIAL KNOCK ON DOOR. Chris comes to door with chinky smile, holds hand out. All 3 greet and walk in. Greg and Mark pull out money hand to Chris and he walks to backroom of apartment. In living room, Dorcey is counting pills and bagging them up. Lean bottles as well as other known drugs cover table. Dorcey sees us and daps us up while still counting, trying not to loose count. All 3 sit down. Duke pulls out another blunt and sparks it.*

Duke: so bro, what's tha move?? Why I need strap.??

*Greg and Mark look at eachother*

Greg: go on and tell him about your boy.

Mark: aight, so me and this nigga was walking down the street by my crib, by the park and we smell weed in the air, so I look across the street and we see this tall ass nigga walking, smoking a blunt.

*Greg interrupts*

Greg: bro... that nigga was tall as shit.

Mark: word, so I yell out "that shit smell good bro" and he reply "I got that if you need it homie. Just got a pack in today."

*Dorcey stops counting and looks up

Dorcey: so y'all don't know this nigga from nowhere and he stay on yo block Mark??

Greg: aye bro, I ain't never even seen this nigga before and I use to stay out there too. Maby he just moved out there or something..

*Chris comes back and hands mark and greg their bags of weed and tosses a pack of backwoods on their laps, then takes a pack of papers out of his pocket and tosses that too. Chris says jokingly*

Chris: so we gona rob this nigga??

*chris cheeses hard*

Mark: ayo, can I finish tellin the fuckin story??

Dorcey: as long as you can roll up and talk at the same time.

*Duke shakes his head and grins*

Greg: so boom. Long story short, we ask the nigga to get us a 8th. He tells us to just walk to his house to get it with him..... bro. We walk in and this nigga has EVERYTHING!!! Coke, heron, Molly, pills, x, xans, liq, syrup....

*Dorcey and Duke both focus up

Duke ashes the blunt and passes it*

Duke: GTFOH

Dorcey: well what tha fuck we sittin here for?? Let's go get at that nigga.

Greg: see y'all niggas ain't letting us finish.... so we walk in and see all the drugs, then this big ass pit runs up.

Chris: that nigga jump on Mark?? You know that nigga smell like beef jerkey.

*Chris smiles hard again. Mark rolling the blunt looks up*

Mark: nah, they had this nigga on a leash..... INSIDE THE CRIB BRO. They had that nigga INSIDE THE CRIB bro!! Like a whole bear on a leash inside the crib bro. Like these niggas had the chain wrapped around the Middle of the piece of wood going from the ceiling to the floor in the living room b. I ain't gona lie bro. That nigga was big as fuck.

Duke: damn, so what happen next??

Greg: so boom. He tell the nigga to sit and he sit instantly. Not like Boosie.... OH SHIT!!! Yea bro, so his bowls are behind him and I peep a big bloody piece of meat in the bowl, so I ask dude, "ayo, that's steak and pepper you feed your dog?" aye bro.... nigga looks at me and says "Nah homie, that's a human kidney and gun powder on that shit. I bought it using Big Coins."

Chris: get the fuck out of here bro

Greg: swear to god bro. He said it's so that nigga don't mind killing and ripping a nigga apart. Shit was crazy but anyways, so boom we walk past the dog and I think that was his pops or his uncle in the back with his girl and a few more niggas. And we meet them niggas, chop it up for about 5 minutes but we end up only buying a blunt. We told him we wanted to see if it was some flame. It was so we told him we're gona go get some more money and be back to get more than a half.

Dorcey: aye bro, please tell me y'all tryna rob this nigga bro!!

Duke: nigga, ain't you JUST come home?? your still on supervised probation nigga.

Dorcey: and I'm ready to go back so what you sayin??

Mark: Aye look, me and greg already said we GATA hit that nigga so we down.

Chris: and I'm down. Sheed lost $600 last week when somebody stole her purse so I'm down. I need a come up cuz rents due next month.

Dorcey: so Duke, you got the whip so your driver.. and I know your klizzy ass got a few masks..

Duke: you already know

Dorcey: So what you gona do?? You down or what??

*Everyone freezes and stares at Duke. He hits the blunt, looks at it as he inhales, sits it in the ash trey and blows the smoke out. Duke takes gun from pants and drops it on table.*

Duke: we gona need some more heat...

CHAPTER 3: THE PLAN

Greg: aight, so it's a lock.

Duke: aye, I just have 1 condition.

Dorcey: NOOOO NIGGA, we not wearing no super hero masks. Lol, goof ass nigga

*everyone laughs except Duke. His face is stiff

Duke: chill... but first, nobody gets killed bro!! I ain't going down for murder!! Especially if my ass ain't squeezing a trigger.

Greg: FACTS!!! If it's our life or there's, that's one thing, but I can't do life. I got daughters nigga. I can live with 5-10 though. Can y'all??

Dorcey: word! I got a seed too nigga. I GATA be here for baby girl, but I need paper for baby girl too!

*everyone nods their heads agreeing*

Duke: good. And second. We need another car. Y'all niggas tweeked if y'all think I'm using MY car to hit a lick! Like y'all really bugged out on that!!

Dorcey: nigga, shut yo ass down! Just get a rental, or a zip car or sum shit. When we get close enough, we cover the plates and the.... got damn, what you call that shit on the car... like what kinda car it is?!?

Chris: the emblem

Dorcey: YEA!!! Just make sure it's a dark color...

Duke: aight, well before we jump the gun, let's really make a plan!! Ayo, Chris, you got some paper and pencil??

Mark: so y'all niggas about to write down our plan so the boys can find it?? Smh, dumb ass niggas

Duke: chill out string bean head ass... that's why we're writing it with paper and pencil. we destroy the papers the day before we hit tha jawn kuz by then, we'll have everything in our heads. This is just so we're on the same page. And another thing... don't be stupid enough to talk or text about this shit... like EVER!!!! AT ALL!!! Any discussion we have about this is in person, face to face only! Agreed?

*everyone nods again*

Duke: ok, now first things first. Mark, why tha fuck you still ain't finish rollin up and greg what you waitin to light that shit for?? You waiting on Jesus second coming?? Lml, but on a serious note now. How big was the crib??

*greg lights blunt, takes pull and passes it

Greg: what you mean??

Duke: like what kinda house was it?? Like a 2 story?? 1 story?? Trailer?? Town house?? What??

Mark: uhhhh. Townhouse... 2 story though...

Duke: aight, how many bedrooms??

Mark: idk, prolly 2-3...

Duke: and how many couches downstairs

Mark: 2... a small one and a big one... why does that matter??

Duke. Because nigga, 1 master bed room means a dope boy prolly keeps a bitch at his crib, plus the other 2 rooms means 1 person can live in each. That's 4 people that can live upstairs. Plus 1 person sleeping on the big couch. They prolly try to keep 2 or 3 people home at all times. We need to either wait until they all leave, which might never happen, or we can get everyone out of the house. Now New Years is in 2 weeks. No real niggas stay in the house on New Years! They're either outside selling drugs, tryna get em off, OR they're out partying, using drugs. That's when we get em.... plus Erica having some kinda party for New Years. I figure we all hit that shit first. Take a bunch of pictures, give her our phones, and I'll get her to text from them and post pictures every few minutes. Perfect alliby. We have pictures and texts as proof of where we are. Plus the location on our phones to verify.

Dorcey: damn nigga... how long you been waiting to rob somebody?? Nigga already have everything planned out!

Duke: nah bro. I'm just going with this shit. I ain't never caught a lick in my life. I'm just smart enough to pay attention to how people get caught and learn from there mistakes so I don't have to make my own.

*duke points to the top of his head*

Duke: 2 steps ahead bro.... Now, we can assign jobs... I say, Dorcey, you should be the one to see if you can get some more hammers. 1 damn sure ain't gona be safe, especially kuz ain't nobody holding my shit except me. My shit is registered...

Dorcey: say less

Duke: now... Greg and Chris, y'all take Chris's car back over to fuckboys crib, park far enough to where they won't notice you but don't be hot and spook the neighbors either. Last thing niggas need is the cops called on y'all to looking suspicious. Take this paper and a pen or something and write down what kinda traffic they have. home many people come in and out. How many are plucks and how many live there. How long they stay there and how long they leave before coming back. Which ones drive and get picked up. And what time people stop coming and going. That's prolly what time they sleep. And since greg is blind as fuck, Chris your gona be the eyes so take som carrots.

Greg: fuck you

Chris: carrots??

Duke: yea... good for eyesight. And greg, you just write down what you s..... well you write down what Chris sees. lol,

Greg: nigga fuck you. Give me the damn paper

*greg snatches paper from Duke

Duke: and me and Mark will pick up the clothes and masks. Here everyone write down shirt and pants sizes so we don't forget.... Everybody good??

*everyone agrees

Duke: good, now somebody help this nigga mark finish rollin up, kuz he's blowing mines.

Mark: nigga fuck up, I been done. Lol

Chapter 4: Dorcey

The next morning, Dorcey wakes up in his bed with naked female next to him sleep. He moves her hand off of him and tosses it, rolls over, and picks up his phone and sits on the edge of his bed stretching.

*Dorcey grabs bottle of Hennessy, and takes gulp. Then finds contact and calls

Kev: yo wuddup

Dorcey: Yooooooooo

Kev: wuddup fool?

Dorcey: aye bru, I need a few tools, niggas bout to build a bridge.

Kev: what kinda tools you need?? Wrenches or Drills??

Dorcey: nah , wrenches is good. It's more for emergency.

Kev: aight, you need more than 1??

Dorcey: I need 4

Kev: damn nigga! Fuck I look like?? Home Depot?? You need em for the keep or the rent??

Dorcey: the rent

Kev: for how long?

Dorcey: prolly just one night.

Kev: well this ain't no free ride homie. Ima need some collateral or sumn nigga.

*Dorcey thinks as he scans his room then stops when he locks onto the naked girls head in his bed*

Dorcey: I think I got sumn you'll like bru

Kev: aight, when you gona slide threw??

Dorcey: give me 2-3 hours bru

Kev: aight bet... just come around the back

Dorcey: aight bet

Dorcey and female walk threw cut into back of Kevs house trying not to step in dog shit. They knock on sliding back door. Kev walks up, peeps out back window with Rifel in hand.

Dorcey: yoooooo

*Kev sits gun on couch and unlocks screen door and opens. Dorcey and female walk in and close behind them.

Dorcey: aight Kev this MeeMee... MeeMee this my nigga Kev

Kev: what's up shorty??

MeeMee: hey

Dorcey: aight you can sit here for a minute. Watch out for the gun. And don't answer the door for nobody.

*Dorcey turns to Kev

Dorcey: aight, lemme see what you got bru.

Kev: aight bro, follow me

*they small talk as they walk to back room

Dorcey: yea bro that bitch ready..... Daaaaaammmmmmnnnnn.

*dorceys eyes wide and jaw drops

Dorcey: nigga..... what tha fuck you this strapped up for?? Nigga got enough guns to lock up the whole neighborhood! Every thing between 2'2s and 45s. Then machine guns, choppas, shotguns.. you got the double actions, single loads, pumps, twin barrels.... nigga got aks, m-14....ohh shit, tha m-16. Aye bro, you got tha baby K??

*kev smiles and points

Kev: yea right there by the rifles.

Dorcey: daaammmnnn, and you got the crazy ass monkey nuts. How much this bitch hold??

Kev: 200+1 in the chamber

Dorcey: this nigga said plus 1 in the chamber...

*Dorcey shakes his head*

Dorcey: but back to business. I can get 2 30's and a 9 and a pump?

Kev: gochu.. you need bullets and packs too??

Dorcey: yea. Just a clip for each tool and 7 or 8 shells for the pump.

Kev: ohh, y'all movin light huh??

Dorcey: yea bruh, hopefully we don't even GATA bust nun.. but better safe then sorry, na mean??

Kev: I feel you bro..... aye before you leave, you GATA check this shit my whiteboy just brought me.

*kev pops a lock on the dresser and takes out a RPG

Dorcey: a RPG?? Nigga, who tha fuck you got beef with?? North Korea??

*Kev smiles slyly

Kev: Better safe than sorry. Haha

Dorcey: heard you. But good looks bro.

*Kev packs guns into a bag that looks like it's used for a tent or something, then they dap eachother up and Dorcey walks out

Kev: good luck bro.

*Dorcey nods

Chapter 5: Greg & Chris

*Greg wakes up on couch, reaches on table for glasses. Get up and yawns. Knocks on Chris's door to wake up.

Chris: yea, I'm up

Greg: I can use the bathroom??

Chris: yea.

*greg uses bathroom, gets dressed. Knocks on Chris's door

Greg: you ready bro??

Chris: yea give me like 10 more minutes

Greg: aight

*greg sits on couch and lights clipped blunt and scrolls down twitter feed

*Chris comes out room and greg gets up passes blunt as the walk out house to car. They get into car and door closes. Drive to work playing music. Get out of car at work, dap eachother and walk away. *Cut To End Of Work Day*

Greg: wuddup bro??

Chris: what's up brooo??

*Chris cheeses hard

Greg: aye bro, you tryna head over to scope out that crib for a little before we go home??

Chris: yea bro, I don't care. But all the weed is at the house. You want to go get some first??

*Greg pulls jar from glove compartment

*chris cheeses hard and pulls off while greg rolls up.

Greg: so bro, I been thinking about how niggas gona split up all this shit.. or even, you know like... what if they sold everything by the time we get there??

Chris: yea bro, that would be fucked up, haha. But if they got that much stuff in their house, I doubt they would let it run out. Haha

Greg: yea, you right. But idk bro. I kinda got a bad feeling about this shit. I aint tryna jinx it or nun though.

Chris: bro, don't even think like that dude. Positive thoughts, positive vibes, you know??

Greg: yea, word... pass me the lighter

*they pull up at the end of the block.

Chris: oh shit bro, look

Greg: nigga, you know I can't see all the way down there.

Chris: ohh shit my bad bro, lol

Greg: what you see?

Chris: it's like 4 females outside

*greg starts writing on paper*

Chris: 6 cars in front. But there just standing at the car. Shit that's a really nice car bro. Ohh, wait... like 4 guys just walked out the house and got in the cars. They're pulling off now... duck down

*both duck down in seats. Greg blows smoke up

Greg: shit my bad

*both sit back up

Chris: aye bro, another car just pulled up.. it kinda looks like an über.

Greg: you sure it's an Über and not just a regular car??

Chris: we duhh it's a regular car, but it has an über sticker on the window and it's just siting outside with the car still running.

Greg: yea it's prolly an über

Chris: ok, now there's an older guy and an older chick getting in the über. And it's driving off in the opposite direction.

Greg: should we follow them??

Chris: fuck that!! I need to go home and take a shower. Get out these clothes.

Greg: it don't matter to me bro

*greg takes out his phone and called Duke

Duke: wuddup blacky??

Greg: ayo, we here now. Everybody just left the house I think.

Duke: You gona follow em to see where they go??

Greg: chris said fuck that..

Duke: exhale... y'all niggas kill me... but aight

Greg: aye, I ain't even driving

Duke: aight I'll halla at y'all niggas later

Greg: bet

*Car pulls off*

Chapter 6: Duke & Mark

*Duke is at 7-11 pumping gas. Cute women next to him pumping gas looks over and smiles. He finishes pumping his gas, puts cap on tank, gets phone out of car, cutting off music and walks around pump to her

Duke: excuse me, how are you doing today??

Lady: I'm fine.

Duke: well my names Duke. Um... would you mind if I help you pump your gas for you.

Lady: not at all

*she steps back and I squeeze the trigger of the gas pump. As I glance back I start at her feet. Pretty toes, red polish, red pumps, and long fitting red dress showing amazing curves. Going up to her amazing smile surrounded my red lipstick.

Duke: so I didn't get your name.

Lady: ohh, lol, my names Jazmine, with a Z... not a S

Duke: ok, very nice to meet you jazmine with a Z.... not an S... lol. You mind if I ask how old you are??

[paradoxicalca]

r/hockey NHL Power Rankings Week 10: Blood in the Water Edition

/r/Hockey NHL Power Rankings Week Dec 2, 2019 - Dec 8, 2019Thank YouThank you to all of the volunteers doing the power rankings. Each ranker has their own system and have their own reasonings and analyis. It truly is a lot of work.RankersSpoilerOrganizersSpoilerVisualizationThe visualization contains historical data, so you can see how your team has done over time. Hopefully, we can run this for many years in hopes that we can see the rise and fall of teams by /r/hockey opinion.It automatically updates so feel free to bookmark. You can find it hereProcessHow does this work? Throughout the course of the week rankers are able to access an app that will allow them to rank teams. At the end of the period we calculate the average ranking for every team and collate all of the analysis provided by rankers.The app then generates a post that is first proofread and then posted to /r/hockey!Rankings (27/31 Rankers Reporting)Ranking (avg)TeamDeltaOverall RecordRecord This WeekComments1 (1.38)Washington Capitals122-4-53-0-0The Caps are the best team in the league. Let me tell you what - a president's trophy type season is a lot more fun with a cup under the belt. 128-point pace, 80% of available points, and the most remarkable thing is it feels sustainable. After sweeping the Cali trip last week (for the first time ever) the Caps play the Jackets and the Bruins at home then the Bolts away. When the team is clicking like this every game's a treat. Right now it's must watch hockey. Go caps.2 (2.66)Boston Bruins-120-4-61-1-1A look at the calendar told me the Bruins' point streak would end against Colorado and the Bruins' first regulation loss at home would be against them too. The curse of Ray Bourque lives on another season. Still, this is a slump for the Bruins. Pasta didn't score a goal this week so any thoughts are 50-in-50 are gone. They were #1 in the Power Play going into this week and manage to not score a PP goal; a whopping 0/9 this week, while giving up their first shorthanded goal of the season to Chicago and also scoring their first one against them as well. There would be no "Ford® F-150 Final Five" bailout against the Avs like so many games before that one. Bergeron is still injured which is pas bon. McAvoy seems to be in a bit of a funk with his defensive lapses; not to mention Carlo has more goals and points than him this season so far.3 (3.17)Colorado Avalanche219-8-23-0-0This team is hot. We have no losses in regulation with Rantanen on this team, and his impact is felt even when he doesn't get points. 3 road wins in regulation this week with the toughest game in Boston. Injuries still suck with Kadri, Grubauer and Makar now out, but this team will keep pushing. Our depth has been huge with Burakovsky and Nichuskin starring this week. Next up is a solid homestand Calgary, Philly and potentially our next top winger in Taylor Hall come to the Can this week lets see if we can make it 9 games in a row. Makalder Watch: Cale had a quieter week but has been maintaining that role as our #1 RHD at 5v5 and quarterbacking the PP. His return just demonstrates how dominate our line up can be though as he didn't have this same confidence before Rantanen was hurt. Hopefully nothing to serious on the injury front, he may have been pulled for concussion protocol more than anything else against Boston.4 (5.9)New York Islanders-19-7-22-2-0It wasn't a great week by any stretch but they still managed to get 4/8 points. Lots of line combinations being tested right now, but its good to see Eberle and Lee get on the scoresheet lately. Komarov is showing life again (compared to last year), which is promising given his usage.5 (5.97)St. Louis Blues-218-7-61-2-0Not our best week, but we beat our Hawks and we are still in a good place despite the injuries we are dealing with. Hope to see Kyrou get a chance here soon with the club. Maybe fuck around and trade Jake Allen for William Nylander 1 for 1?6 (8.59)Pittsburgh Penguins617-9-43-0-0If Malkin is the fire I hope Crosby comes back as the flame. It also doesn’t take a genius to see that Jarry is the goalie now. That short-term contract on Murray is looking pretty good right now.7 (8.66)Philadelphia Flyers117-8-52-1-0A 4 game winning streak versus fairly weak teams has done wonders for the Flyers in the standings. Time will tell if all these 1-goal wins are unsustainable in the end, but for now the team is looking quite solid.8 (9)Carolina Hurricanes-118-11-12-1-09 (9.62)Dallas Stars-17-11-32-1-0Splitting games with Jets helps keep us in the playoff hunt, and a solid win over NYI. Rads with 1G 1A after being a healthy scratch the game before.10 (9.93)Edmonton Oilers-418-10-41-1-12 losses (SO to Buffalo and Sens) and a win (Kings) this week. The schedule looked like it should have been a relatively easy 3 wins, but this is the Oilers we're talking about; no way that happens. This team is floundering and the source of the problem is surprisingly everyone but our bottom 6. That's right, just when the bottom 6 has shown up to the season, everyone else is taking a break. This team has games against the Canes, Wild and Leafs, all of whom we haven't historically done well against. Still tied for the Pacific lead, though that may not last long.11 (10.03)Winnipeg Jets-118-10-22-0-1The Jets keep unsustainably winning... for the 7th week in a row. Hellebuyck continues to post unsustainable numbers while our offensive talent produces unsustainably high numbers relative to their advanced stats. Meanwhile, the D are playing unsustainably above expectations, and PoMo continues to chew Juicy Fruit at an unsustainable rate. If there was one word I'd have to use the describe the unsustainable Jets, it'd have to be ... consistency.12 (10.1)Arizona Coyotes-118-10-43-1-013 (15.24)Vegas Golden Knights215-12-52-1-1Even though the Knights just lost to the Rangers 5-0, they were just in a 5 game point streak and it was all with back up goalie Malcolm Subban in net. Now that Fleury has returned, lets see if the Knights can have a much better December.14 (15.31)Florida Panthers-15-9-52-1-0Disappointing loss against the Wild to start the week, but the team bounced back with wins against the BJs and the Sharks. The defense and Bob both played well which is very encouraging.15 (15.34)Tampa Bay Lightning214-10-32-1-0The Bolts are slowly coming out of their slumber. The Wild game had problems but even then the boys nearly got a point out of the whole affair. In the last 14 games the team only has 1 multi goal loss and that was due to an empty net. This team is playing some extremely competitive hockey. But the biggest difference this season is depth. They have 12 players with 10 or more points and could have as many as 14 after Monday.16 (15.72)Vancouver Canucks215-11-42-0-0The Canucks only played twice this week, but at least they scored eleven times. The team manages to keep its head above water after a few weeks of mediocrity. The big story is Roussel's return to the line up - nicley timed with fellow agitator Burrows' entry into the ring of honour - and he has seen immediate success with Virtanen and Gaudette on the perfectly-named "Gravy Line." Hello, depth scoring; we've missed you.17 (17.59)Nashville Predators213-10-51-0-1It's weird, in some ways this team looks to be moving forward, getting some solid play out of the younger players. At the same time, it also seems strongly reminiscent of last year's team that coasted to a first round bow out. Which is the real Preds? Only time (and likely lots of booze) will tell.18 (18.31)San Jose Sharks-515-15-20-3-1Another bad week for the Sharks showing their consistency issues. The team can be one of the best in the league when they want, but at times they look like AHLers. Poor defence has plagued this team for a while now, and it needs to be fixed if we want to make the playoffs. Hopefully we can turn it around next week before we find ourselves halfway through the season and out of a playoff spot.19 (18.86)Calgary Flames315-12-42-0-0Calgary has won 4 straight under Geoff Ward. The team appears to be putting in more effort and the results show it. The Flames are icing 4 competitive lines and Johnny Hockey is starting to look like himself again. Overall, things are looking up for the Flames.20 (19.21)Toronto Maple Leafs-414-13-41-2-0Freddy Andersen is probably the most underrated goalie in the NHL. But even the Leafs don't appreciate him. After they fell behind 3-1 late against Philly on Tuesday, the team let up an empty-netter, then completely collapsed and left their star goalie out to dry, as the Flyers blew it open 6-1. After the game, Andersen asked coach Keefe if he could play the second game of a B2B against the Avalanche, and Keefe used it as a statement that the Leafs needed that game. Quite the storyline, huh? Still lost. Don't let MacKinnon have that much time. Or Nichushkin. Wait who? Overall not a bad game, just a close one where Spezza made the mistake on the PP to give up a breakaway. In Marner's second game healthy, he dished two assists, and Matthews broke a 5 game goalless drought against the defending champs, forcing them to yank Binnington after a 4-1 first period. The Leafs shut it down well, and left St. Louis with the two points and a 5-2 win. The Leafs head west next week, facing the Canucks, Flames and Oilers21 (19.93)New York Rangers-115-11-32-2-022 (20.21)Minnesota Wild214-12-42-1-0A couple of minor setbacks this week with the point streak coming to an end in Carolina, and injuries to Jared Spurgeon and Mikko Koivu. But the fact that Wild fans are disappointed in a 2-1-0 road trip shows just how different the atmosphere is around this team compared to the beginning of the season. While thoughts go out to Devan Dubnyk being home due to his wife's undisclosed illness, the team has solidified around Alex Stalock and Kaapo Kahkonen - the latter of which should get more ice time moving forward. I'm sure Wild brass want to be careful around handling the Big Kahk but so far he's shown a natural feel for getting out of tight spots without making a mess.23 (21.72)Montreal Canadiens-13-11-62-1-0The Habs recovered from an 8 game losing streak with a strong week, earning hard-fought wins against the Isles and the Rangers. Weber and Gallagher have led the way, bolstered by solid contributions from Danault, Suzuki, Cousins, Thompson, and others. Team effort. But for how much longer can Ben Chiarot channel Chris Pronger? Help wanted. Otherwise, Cayden Primeau held his own in his NHL debut (a tough 3-2 home loss to Makar's Avalanche), and we're sure to see him again next week-- speaking for myself, I prefer Primeau to Kinkaid for these back-to-backs anyway. All told, this team misses Jonathan Drouin more than ever, and fans can hope that his return in the new year might provide a welcome boost. We'll see. In the meantime, the Habs continue to tread water in a turbulent Atlantic. It's been a wild ride so far!24 (21.76)Buffalo Sabres-314-11-62-1-1An average week is a good week at this point. We've had a lot of overtime games recently due to the fact that we don't usually play a coherent, homogeneous 60 minute game. Kyle Okposo was back in the lineup this week, and he scored in each game he played. I really think he adds something to the team, and I really hope he doesn't have to deal with any more concussion issues. After the OT win in Edmonton Jack Eichel is on a 13 game point streak, the longest in the league and of his career so far. I should mention the New Jersey game but I think the Devils' writer will have that covered.25 (23.66)Anaheim Ducks-12-14-41-2-0We won the battle of the basement! 2 solid efforts in games against Winnipeg and washington. Basically the right way to lose games if that makes sense.26 (24.31)Chicago Blackhawks112-12-62-1-1Blackhawks missing time this week: Keith (week-to-week with a groin injury), Shaw (concussion), Caggiula (day-to-day after a concussion), Maatta (illness), Lehner (missed Monday with food poisoning), Strome (returned Thursday from a concussion), M. Crawford (on leave due to allegations against him). The Hawks were forced to start the game one man down on Monday due to injuries and cap concerns. Despite these issues, the moms spurred the Hawks to wins in Boston and New Jersey. Milestones achieved this week: DeBrincat's 150th point, C. Crawford's 250th win, De Haan's 100th point, Gustafsson's 100th point, Toews's 900th game. After a 12-game goal-less streak, Alex DeBrincat has a 3-game goal streak.27 (27)Columbus Blue Jackets-111-14-40-3-0We need to fix the Jacket's power play. Monkey paw curls -- Our PP is actually pretty decent now, but that's the only part of our offense that seem to generate chances these days. Or, if we do generate chances, we outshoot our opponent 47-19 and lose 2-3 (like vs NYR this week). Is it all mental or was Panarin really that integral to our offense that we have no answer?28 (27.83)Ottawa Senators112-17-11-2-0This is exactly the kind of week the Sens needed after our recent success in the standings - a pure focused noseline dive away from "contender" territory and firmly into the "rebuilding" zone. The Wings have really stepped up their tanking game with a remarkable 9 game losing streak, and the Sens have a LOT of ground to cover in Operation DernièrePourLafrenière. It's also reassuring in the midst of this much needed losing streak to see Marcus Hogberg a good game versus the Flames; he will likely be backup to Nilsson next season when we, hopefully, are less interested in picking first overall.29 (28.55)Los Angeles Kings-111-18-20-4-0This quote from coach TMAC about sums it up “We come in after the game, we sit there and we look at each other, and we just keep telling the same story over and over again,” which is what I've felt like I've been doing the whole season thus far. In bright spots, Adrian Kempe has been looking great, and his play has become a talking point amongst Kings media. Furthermore, the Kings haven't been playing particularly poorly, its just key moments and special teams. They've actually been solid in 5 on 5 hockey. Hopefully the Kings can turn it around- a large portion of the upcoming schedule is on the road- and it will be vital for the Kings to obtain some points.30 (29.45)New Jersey Devils-9-15-50-3-131 (31)Detroit Red Wings-7-21-30-2-0Alexis Lafreniere has 70 points in 32 games. So we go that going for us. Which is nice. r/hockey NHL Power Rankings Week 10: Blood in the Water Edition Source

[stickthatinyourstraw]

Beginnings

I’m going to start journaling here on my ole tumblr account. For anyone who still follows me, if this isn’t your thing, you’re welcome to go. I just need to find a new way to release some thoughts and energy on a regular basis. Who knows how often I’ll even get around to it. Ideally daily would be great, but considering how scatter-brained I really am, it’s unlikely. This’ll be a kinda stream of consciousness type thing, where I don’t go back and edit it, I just post what I’ve written.

So I guess I’ll start with what makes me want to do this in the first place; I don’t know how to deal with my own emotions or thoughts, and I feel like venting about it to no one on the internet might make me feel better. I went out with Wyatt tonight, and it all just stressed me out. To set the background, and so I’ll remember with context later; today was a chill day at work, I got to go in when I wanted for just education, so I slept in and grabbed Starbucks on my way in. Nothing particularly special happened, except for some sweet gossip that I love to hate; Jerenda is moving from her manager position to be a CCU nurse. I imagine that’s a pay cut, and I’m surprised Debbie is letting her go, but she must really be suffering like the rest of us were (and some still are). I asked Cassie to get with her old contacts in CCU and give me updates on how she does, more specifically if she fails, so I can report back to all my old buddies on the floor. She deserves every ounce of shit she gets up there. The rest of my work day was generally uneventful, but I ended up coming home to a paper towel confettied mess, because Wyatt hadn’t put the boys up this morning like he usually does. Not a huge deal, but I can’t find the damn broom, so I’m going to leave it for him to see and clean up, though it does stress me out every time I go out there. If I just ignore it, it doesn’t exist, right? Wyatt came home after with his car back out of the shop, he had some thing done to soften the ride and raise the suspension or whatever, but they ended up somehow fucking it up and lowering the damn thing even more. Now you can’t even fit a finger in the wheel well. I’ll admit that the ride was smoother, however even the slightest bumps sounded like the entire undercarriage of the car drug on the ground. So we rode out to the Habitat for Humanity food truck fest at the baseball stadium to meet Dad for some dinner. I got a giant redneck cup full of sweet tea, and Wyatt had a couple beers. He had Mahi tacos from Wrighteous Eats, I had a macaroni and pulled pork grilled cheese from Who Cut the Grilled Cheese? All in all, pretty good stuff. Dad wasn’t hungry, and Wyatt wanted to get to his buddy John’s car meet, so we left around 7. Now, I used to take a lot of issue with his driving style, because he tends to speed and take turns and corners too quickly for my liking, but since he put new tires on and stiffened the suspension in the Accord, it gripped a lot better and I felt I could trust it more. Well, it’s been raining for the last two days, so it’s damn wet outside, and I don’t care how much grip your tires have, if you go too fast on a turn, you’re putting not only us in danger, but other people as well. He flew down 110 at about 70, driving past a wreck with an overturned truck and a few state troopers. I felt it would’ve been smarter not to speed past the troopers, but whatever. We get to 29 and he has to do a fly by for the boys, so he hauls ass at like 70 down the 45 zone to get some good muffler noises, then does a U-turn and comes up to the shop. As soon as we get out of the car (whose door I’ve just locked), he and Rylan jump into a souped up Civic and go for a ride. I barely got an “I’ll be right back, love you babe!” before he hopped in and they took off in the little red fart can. 5 minutes go by and I’m getting antsy, standing in a mechanic’s parking lot with a bunch of strangers in the dark, waiting for my doofus boyfriend to get back. I text him and tell him, “I am not interested in hanging out here alone with strangers.” He replied with “I’ll be back in a sec, they needed me to buy beer.” Okay, fine. He’s gone almost another ten minutes, and needless to say, I hadn’t arrived in the greatest mood as it was. They get back, and I’m audibly irritated with him, and he asks if I’m mad at him for going, and I say that I kinda am for just immediately taking off and leaving me alone with strangers for 15 minutes. He tells me to “calm down”, which we all know how well that works out. He says “whatever dude”, my favorite pet peeve phrase out of his mouth, and walks off to put the beer away. He then goes to talk to this kid who’s bought himself a piece of shit Accord and proceeds to give him the old coilovers off his car that he’d had replaced today. The kid (19) is super excited, and proceeds to gush about his Accord to Wyatt, who’s just thrilled to have someone with the same car as him. Wyatt takes him for a ride in his car to show it off, and I stay behind because I have no interest in being complicit in his going 80 down Hwy 29. Two different groups of guys were making shitty remarks about Wyatt’s car, and though I couldn’t make out specific sentences, I could hear the snickering about how slow he was. They made fun of him. All I could think of was that I hoped no one knew I was his girlfriend. I didn’t want to be made fun of too, nor did I want to make anyone stop talking about it. I wanted to hear their unfiltered and unbiased opinions. Those opinions were not nice. Then they got back and Wyatt asked if he could go for a ride in the kid’s car, and though I gave him a dirty look, I wanted him to just do it and get it over with. He saw my face and told the kid “maybe another day” but I whispered “he has the mental maturity of a 4 year old, just go with him and make his fuckin day.” They left, the kid’s muffler dragging against the ground the whole way. Once again, all I could think of was “please for the love of God no one acknowledge that I know half of the brain power in that vehicle.” They made endless fun of that shit bucket car, even after they came back. Wyatt did get a semi-backhanded compliment from Rylan about his car from the ordeal, “This car is a piece of shit. Accords are not all pieces of shit, because your car isn’t a piece of shit, but this car is.” That made Wyatt happy, which is all I ask for. Now, note that this entire time we’ve been here, and I mean since we rolled up into the parking lot, I’ve had to pee. I’m on my period, so I’m already bloated, and I just finished about a quart of sweet tea and a giant grilled cheese and tots, so I’m busting at the seams here. He asks if I want him to take me home so I can pee, but I don’t necessarily want to abandon him and leave, I just want to go somewhere relatively clean, not the mechanic’s bathroom in the shop that I’ve just seen three kids running in and out of and playing in. No thanks. But eventually I just give in and let him take me home, and here we are. Writing to you, the void. It’s nice to just sit here on my computer, on the couch, in my own home, in the dark and the quiet, with three relatively calm dogs at my sides. Cali popped up out of a box and scared the shit out of Shep, so I’ve had something to laugh at.

I need to try and study a bit for the HESI and then sign up to take it next week so I can get my dumbass into school. I don’t really know what I want anymore. I want to help people, and I think I want to do it via emergency medicine, but I honestly don’t know if I’m equipped to handle that. Sure, I love the blood and guts in videos and shit, but what about in real life? I haven’t had a chance to see a real surgery yet, and with the way that I’ve handled things in the past, I’m nervous I’ll be too weak for it. Plus, going back to 3 12s every week and working those long and miserable hours on my feet with a bunch of grouchy ass patients. I really like the whole unconscious patients thing, they haven’t got much room to talk back. The other thing I’m worried about with nursing is being able to even get through school. Sure, if Glenn can get through it, I imagine I can too. But how do I learn all those medications? The abnormal heart rhythms? The various symptoms and variations of diseases and their processes? In just four semesters? How do I manage all that in such a limited time? I’ve never been particularly good in school, and I’m lazy as all hell, with my “if you don’t know it by now, there’s no point in studying any more” bullshit mentality. I know I shouldn’t be like that with schooling that determines my career, but I can’t help myself but not give a shit. It’s been almost a week since registration for the summer opened up and I still haven’t signed up for a class. I don’t know how I’ll be paying for it either, with the lack of Florida prepaid left over at this point. I’ve only got 37 hours left, but thankfully only need 42 hours for this AA. Beyond that, I’m shit outta luck. 

I’m just not feeling the motivation for anything. I don’t know if it’s that I don’t feel motivation any more, or that I never felt it to begin with. I wasn’t motivated in middle school or high school, and certainly not the first time around in college classes. But I just don’t feel motivation to do things that I enjoy. It reminds me a lot of when I would come straight home from school and just sink into the couch to watch Netflix until late at night, without bothering to do much homework or any studying, much less any self care. I don’t have the motivation to shower every day, I don’t remember to brush my teeth every morning if I don’t go to work like normal, I never wear makeup and usually don’t brush my hair. I never eat breakfast or enjoy my coffee or wake up at the first alarm without snoozing. I don’t play videogames anymore, and I don’t have much interest in plants anymore. I don’t keep up with my part of house work and yet still get frustrated with Wyatt when he doesn’t do his part. I neglect my old passions and belongings. I don’t try. I don’t really care, even. I just feel so empty sometimes. I feel like I have a hole in my stomach, like I’ve tried to fill a void with hobbies and interests and food and friends, and nothing ever seems to work, or at least not for long. I’m not really depressed right now, but maybe it’s just that it’s grown into something different. Maybe this constant emptiness is my new form of deep sadness. I don’t cry a lot anymore, and I haven’t been suicidal in a couple months. Even when I have been sad lately, I’ve thought about the idea of suicide taking away the pain, but it just doesn’t feel like the right solution anymore.  I guess that’s a good thing, not wanting to die, even if I don’t really feel like I am living. I’m just so upset about everything all the time. I’m worried I’m too handsy and mean with the dogs. It breaks my heart every time I raise my hand to Lillie and she cowers, and I know that I’m the one who’s done that to her. I don’t beat her, but I’ve used my hands to train, and I know it’s wrong. I guess that makes me one of the bad guys. I hate myself for it, because I can’t control myself in the moment, I just see this blind rage and I lash out at the object of my anger, and then afterwards realize I was wrong in handling it the way I did. Do I even deserve these dogs? Sheppy paces out of boredom, and I’m worried Lillie will end up doing the same. They’re just so high energy, and I’m so not, I can’t motivate myself to take care of them the way I know they deserve. I hate myself sometimes. This is one of those moments where I wish I could just die, but I know I don’t want to. I don’t know what to do with myself anymore. I think I’ll schedule another appointment with Dr. Kim and talk it out with her. I really need help with Wyatt most of all. I’m worried about him, and I’m worried about the way I treat him. He absolutely deserves better than I’m giving him, but I couldn’t stand to lose him. He really is my whole world, but like with Lillie, when he aggravates me, I just lose all sense of right and wrong and just go with an aggressive and hateful base instinct of doing what I want. I’m trying to be better, but I feel like since I’ve stopped therapy, I’ve slid back some. I haven’t been so kind, patient, and forgiving. He deserves that much from me, when I know he does the same for me.

Anyway, at this point, I’m just rambling thoughts of things that have come to mind lately, and I think this is sufficient for the first journal post. If you’re a follower and you’ve made it this far, I’m so sorry for you, it was not worth it bud. But for me when I come back and read this later, be more forgiving to him. He didn’t mean it that way, he didn’t intend to make you feel like that, he didn’t mean to upset or bother you. Sometimes he’s just oblivious, and he still can’t read your mind. Give him the patience he deserves, and the love and support and acceptance he needs. Give more of yourself to him, don’t be selfish, share a little.

Cheers

#journal #personal

[surveys-by-kellykinsss]

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1. Who was the last person you held hands with? Stephen. 

2. Are you outgoing or shy? If I’m around people I know I’m pretty outgoing if I don’t know anyone I get anxious. 

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? Stephen. Only about 4.5 months. 

4. Are you easy to get along with? I like to think so.

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? I don’t drink nearly enough to get drunk but on the off chance that I did manage to get drunk he would undoubtedly take care of me. 

6. What kind of people are you attracted to? Kind, open minded people..

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? I don’t see why not.

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? Stephen.

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? No.  10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? Probably Stephen. 

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? “Cutie”

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now? Zero - Imagine Dragons Special - Shinedown Loverman - Train Battleships - Daughtry  Million Bucks - Smallpools

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? Yes.

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? To an extent. 

15. What good thing happened this summer? I spent 2 weeks in Cali with Stephen. 

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? Always. 

17. Do you think there is life on other planets? I don’t see why not. 

18. Do you still talk to your first crush? No.

19. Do you like bubble baths? I don’t take baths. 

20. Do you like your neighbors? Some of them. 

21. What are you bad habits? Biting my nails.

22. Where would you like to travel? California, Canada, Ireland.

23. Do you have trust issues? Somewhat. 

24. Favorite part of your daily routine? Going to bed.

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? My stomach. 

26. What do you do when you wake up? Go to the bathroom. 

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? Probably darker. I’m pretty pale despite having lived in Florida for the past 13 years. 

28. Who are you most comfortable around? Certain family members and Stephen. 

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? Yes, and so we got back together and then he dumped me several months later. 

30. Do you ever want to get married? 100% yes. And it’s gonna be happening very soon. 

31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail? Lmao, no. 32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? None. 

33. Spell your name with your chin. No. Lol. 

34. Do you play sports? What sports? Weightlifting. 

35. Would you rather live without TV or music? TV.

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? Yes.

37. What do you say during awkward silences? Stand there adding to the silence lol. 

38. Describe your dream girl/guy? Pretty much Stephen. 

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? Box Lunch, Torrid, Target, Hot Topic.

40. What do you want to do after high school? Um. I’ve been out of high school for 10 years. 

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? Generally yes but there circumstances where they don’t

42. If you’re being extremely quiet what does it mean? I’m anxious.

43. Do you smile at strangers? Yes, it’s called working in the service industry. 

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? Bottom of the ocean. 

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? My alarm.

46. What are you paranoid about? I don’t think I’m paranoid about anything.

47. Have you ever been high? No.

48. Have you ever been drunk? No.

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? Not that I can think about.

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? It’s a Donatello hoodie.

51. Ever wished you were someone else? Nah.

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? No more anxiety or depression.

53. Favourite makeup brand? I don’t wear makeup.

54. Favourite store? See above list. 

55. Favourite blog? I don’t have one. 

56. Favourite colour? Pastel blue, turquoise, and purple.

57. Favourite food? Burgers.

58. Last thing you ate? Peanut butter M&Ms

59. First thing you ate this morning? Salad.

60. Ever won a competition? For what? Lol, no. 

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what? No.

62. Been arrested? For what? Nah.

63. Ever been in love? Nah.

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss? It was with the son of one of my mom’s friend’s in a closet. 

65. Are you hungry right now? Nope.

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends? My tumblr/online friends are real friends. 

67. Facebook or Twitter? Facebook.

68. Twitter or Tumblr? Tumblr.

69. Are you watching tv right now? It’s on but I’m not really watching it.

70. Names of your bestfriends? Kelly, Jen, Cyrus, Stephen.

71. Craving something? What? No.

72. What colour are your towels? The one I most often use is green with lighter green polka dots.

72. How many pillows do you sleep with? I have two pillows on my bed but I only use one at a time.

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? Yes, I sleep with Stitch.

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have? I have 4 plus a few from my childhood.

75. Favourite animal? Red pandas, cows, and dogs.

76. What colour is your underwear? Gray.

77. Chocolate or Vanilla? Vanilla.

78. Favourite ice cream flavour? Probably Vanilla.

79. What colour shirt are you wearing? It’s navy with white diamond print.

80. What colour pants? Navy.

81. Favourite tv show? Currently, Good Trouble and Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D

82. Favourite movie? I don’t really have a favorite but I’m always down to watch Disney movies. 

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? Mean Girls.

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street? Mean Girls.

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls? Either Janis or Damien

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo? Probably Crush.

87. First person you talked to today? Garrett. 

88. Last person you talked to today? My mom.

89. Name a person you hate? My step mom but she’s dead so I guess no one.

90. Name a person you love? Stephen.

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? No.

92. In a fight with someone? No.

93. How many sweatpants do you have? Two.

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have? Probably like 10. I only wear like 3 of them though. 

95. Last movie you watched? Either Aquaman or Venom.

96. Favourite actress? I really don’t have one.

97. Favourite actor? Same as above.

98. Do you tan a lot? No.

99. Have any pets? Two dogs.

100. How are you feeling? Bored and a little tired.

101. Do you type fast? Last I checked it was like 85 wpm.

102. Do you regret anything from your past? Not really.

103. Can you spell well? I think so.

104. Do you miss anyone from your past? Yes.

105. Ever been to a bonfire party? 106. Ever broken someone’s heart? Not exactly a party but yes.

107. Have you ever been on a horse? Yes.

108. What should you be doing? Nothing.

109. Is something irritating you right now? No.

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt? Kinda.

111. Do you have trust issues? I answered this already.

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? My mom.  113. What was your childhood nickname? My mom called Freddy and still does to this day. My dad used to call me bro until my stepmom told him that I’m a girl so he shouldn’t call me that so he started calling me sis (I hate it).

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state? Many times.

115. Do you play the Wii? No. 116. Are you listening to music right now? Yes. When the Season Change - Five Finger Death Punch

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup? It’s not one of my favorites.

118. Do you like Chinese food? Yes.

119. Favourite book? I don’t think I have a favorite.

120. Are you afraid of the dark? No.

121. Are you mean? No.

122. Is cheating ever okay? Fuck no.

123. Can you keep white shoes clean? Probably but I stay away anything white.

124. Do you believe in love at first sight? Kinda.

125. Do you believe in true love? Yes.

126. Are you currently bored? Yes.

127. What makes you happy? Friends.

128. Would you change your name? Nah.

129. What your zodiac sign? Cancer.

130. Do you like subway? It’s alright.

131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? My only other male friend is gay so I don’t see that happening.

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? This was already asked.

133. Favourite lyrics right now? Nothing is coming to mind.

134. Can you count to one million? I mean probably. 

135. Dumbest lie you ever told? Dude I don’t even know. I used to lie to my stepmom all the time. I wouldn’t be surprised if I told her it was raining when it wasn’t.

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed? Closed. 

137. How tall are you? 5′8′’

138. Curly or Straight hair? Straight.

139. Brunette or Blonde? Brunette.

140. Summer or Winter? Fall. 

141. Night or Day? Night.

142. Favourite month? June or July.

143. Are you a vegetarian? No.

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate? Milk.

145. Tea or Coffee? Coffee.

146. Was today a good day? It was decent. 

147. Mars or Snickers? I don’t think I’ve ever had a Mars bar.

148. What’s your favourite quote? Don’t have one.

149. Do you believe in ghosts? I suppose so.

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? The cane seemed less a walking aid than a fashion accessory, since he did not lean on it as he stood.

#about me #survey

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10 Of The Most Notorious Murders To Ever Happen During The Month Of November

The Murder of Mary Hall And ‘The Italian six’

In November of 1911 six Italian Immigrants living in Westchester County of New York heard a rumor that a local woman named Anna Griffin had inherited a sum of $3000. Anna was a widow who owned one of the largest properties in the county and ran it as a boarding house, so it seemed plausible she would have such a fortune. With jobs being scarce and money running out, the six men—Santo Zanza, Vincenzo Cona, Salvatore DeMarco, Angelo Guista, Filippo DeMarco, and ringleader Lorenzo Cali, decided to hatch a plan to steal some of Anna’s inheritance.

On November 9th Filippo DeMarco kept watch while the rest of the men went into the home, posing as though they were only there to buy milk and eggs. While handing them their change for a quart of milk, Lorenzo Cali pulled a gun on Anna. She gave them back the $4 for milk, $13 from her purse, and emptied the safe which contained $55. There was no inheritance or fortune.

Meanwhile upstairs in one of the boarding rooms, Santo Zanza and Angelo Giusto came across Mary Hall who was staying at the property. She couldn’t stop screaming even as they tied her up and gagged her, and in the moment Zanza stabbed her to death. They made off with $20 of her jewelry.

An intense manhunt ensued, and one by one each man was caught. Despite only Zanza being guilty of murder, all of the men (known as ‘The Italian Six’) were convicted and sentenced to death by electric chair. It’s been recorded that many of them spoke little English, and it’s likely only 3 knew about the murder. What resulted was one of the most overzealous uses of capitol punishment in New York history.

The Byron David Smith Killings

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On Thanksgiving Day of 2012, Haile Kifer (18) and her cousin Nicholas Brady (17), broke into the home of Byron David Smith. Smith’s home had be burglarized at least 6 other times over the course of a year, and he had taken to wearing a pistol whenever he was home as well as installed an extensive security system around his property. As he saw both Haile and Nicholas casing the property, he waited in the basement for them to break in.

As Nicholas came down the basement stairs, Smith shot him twice with a rifle and as Nicholas fell down the stairs, Smith shot him fatally in the face. A few minutes later when Haile came to the top of the stairs, Smith shot her as well. Smith’s rifle jammed as she fell down the stairs, so he shot her twice in the chest with a 22 caliber revolver. He then dragged her body next to her cousin, and fatally shot her under the chin. All of the audio and video was recorded by Smith’s security system.

Smith did not notify police about the shootings until the next day because he, “did not want to bother law enforcement on Thanksgiving.” He admitted to shooting both teenagers, including the execution shots. When asked why he continued to shoot despite the threat being gone he claimed Haile had laughed and “if you’re trying to shoot somebody and they laugh at you, you go again.”

The shootings brought up a heavy debate surrounding Minnesota’s “Castle Law” or, the right to protect your home from intruders. But the excessive force, the blatant execution, and audio tapes recorded hours before where Smith was saying things like “in your left eye” (Haile was shot in the left eye) made Castle Law difficult to use as a defense and premeditation more likely. While Smith was initially charged with two counts of second degree murder, in April of 2013 he was indicted on two counts of first degree homicide. The following year he was found guilty on all charges and sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole.

The Stabbing of Miranda Fenner

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On November 15th, 1988 18-year-old Miranda Fenner was working a night shift at a video rental store in Laurel, Montana. At some point between 7:45 and 8:15 PM an unknown assailant entered the store, took Miranda to the back, and violently stabbed her before slashing her throat. Robbery was not listed as a motive because little cash had been stolen from either the store or Miranda. At 8:15 a passing by motorist saw what looked like a woman crawling out of the doorstep of the store—it was Miranda. The motorist called 911 and Miranda was airlifted to a hospital where she died from her wounds 2 hours later.

Over 700 people were interviewed in relation to both Miranda and her murder, but no arrests or suspects were ever made or named. According to Billings, Montana police officers there are “binders and binders” of information related to the case, and yet they’re still waiting on a break. In 2012, Miranda’s murder was turned over to the Billings PD’s cold case unit.

Miranda’s murderer is still unknown, and the case remains unsolved.

Babes in the Woods Murders—Pine Grove Furnace

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On November 24, 1934 the bodies of Norma Sedgwick (12), Dewilla Noakes (10), and Cordelia Noakes (8) were discovered in the Pennsylvania woods nearPine Grove Furnace State Park by two men gathering wood. The girls had been suffocated, placed in the woods, and covered with a green blanket. Initial suspicion was a cult murder due to a mark on Norma’s head, but it was later determined to be a head wound. The same day the girl’s cousin, 18-year-old Winifred Pierce, and father, Elmo Noakes were found dead at railroad station near Duncansville, Pennsylvania. Winifred had been shot in the chest and head, and Elmo had presumably shot himself.

In the investigation that followed suit it was revealed that Elmo had taken out life insurance policies on his three children in September, but had changed the beneficiary from himself to his sister. Other than the fact that the girls hadn’t eaten for more than 18 hours prior to their deaths, no definitive motives or conclusions were ever found. Many people believe that Elmo killed his children after losing his job to prevent them from starving to death, while other’s speculate the death was accidental as a result of automobile exhaust inhalation and stricken with guilt, Elmo committed suicide.

83 years have passed since the tragedy, and it’s not likely anything new will ever be found out about the Babes in the Woods of Pine Grove Furnace.

The Murder of Teresa Halbach and the Trial of Steven Avery

Making A Murderer

On October 31st, 2005 photographer Theresa Halbach showed up at the Avery’s Auto Salvage in Manitowoc County, Wisconsin to photograph a minivan that was for sale for Steven Avery. Avery had been released just two years prior for a wrongful rape/murder conviction. This was the last day Teresa Halbach would be seen alive.

5 days later Teresa’s Rav4 would be found concealed on the Avery property. Bloodstains on the interior matched Avery’s DNA. On November 8th a burn pit on the Avery property was discovered to contain human bone fragments that matched Teresa Halbach. Her cell phone, car key, and stripped license plates would all also be located on the Avery property. On November 11th Steven Avery was arrested for the murder, sexual assault, and mutilation of a corpse. Steven Avery has continuously maintained his innocence, saying it’s a frame job by the police department in retaliation for his wrongful conviction suit against the Manitowoc County Justice Department.

In March of 2006, Avery’s then 16-year-old nephew Brendan Dassey was arrested after confessing in detail to helping his uncle rape, murder, and mutilate Teresa Halbach. Dassey would later recant his confession saying he was coerced by police and got many of the ideas from the book Both Avery and Dassey were found guilty of murder in the spring of 2007—Avery sentenced to life with no possibility of parole and Dassey sentenced to life with eligibility for parole in 2048.

In December of 2015 Netflix released a documentary series titled focused on the case. The series was a hit and garnered widespread public and media attention, primarily focused on the possibility that Avery is in fact innocent, and opened many discussions regarding the prosecution of criminal cases. In August of 2016, a judge ruled that Dassey’s confession had been coerced by police and was therefore unconstitutional and ordered his release. Despite numerous appeals and petitions, Avery remains in prison.

The Sitton Family Murders

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Thanksgiving dinner at the Sitton household in 2009 seemed like any other holiday. Despite having to invite their cousin, Paul Merhige, who was a loner and not close with the rest of the family the evening was pleasant and the family sat down at the piano to sing Christmas carols after finishing the turkey. After disappearing for a moment Merhige returned with “gifts” in the form of several guns and opened fire on his family killing his two twin sisters (one of whom was pregnant), his 76-year-old aunt, and his six-year-old cousin Makayla. He was overheard muttering, “I have been waiting 20 years to do this,” during the rampage.

After the murders Merhige disappeared for weeks until a anonymous tip came through the most wanted hotline in January of 2010. He’d been laying low in the Florida Keys, living off of the $12,000 he’d withdrawn before Thanksgiving.

Merhige accepted a deal and plead guilty to the murders in order to avoid the death penalty. He was sentenced to 7 life terms in 2011.

A Triple Homicide in Shreveport

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In November of 1989 the bodies of 55-year-old William Grissom, his 24-year-old daughter Julie, and his eight-year-old grandson Sean were found stabbed to death in Grissom’s Shreveport, Louisiana home. The family was attacked while preparing dinner that evening on November 4th. And after the murders Julie’s body was mutilated, then cleaned, then posed.

Though he never formally confessed to the murders, Danny Rolling aka: “The Gainesville Ripper”, remains the lead suspect for the case. The case bore stunning similarities to Rollings’ other crimes (stabbing, posing of the bodies, etc). And there was written communication from Rolling describing details about the Grissom murder that only the killer would know.

An arrest warrant was issued for Rolling for the crimes in 1994, but he was never extradited to Louisiana to stand trial. Rolling was executed by lethal injection in 2006.

The Alphabet Murders

The Alphabet Murders were a string of murders from November 16, 1971–November 26, 1973 in Rochester, New York and possibly Los Angeles, California. Also known as the “double initial murders” during that time three young girls were all found raped and strangled in Rochester.

All of the girls had first and last names that started with the same letter. Carmen Colon, Michelle Maenza, and Wanda Walkowicz.

Despite hundreds of people being questioned, no one was ever formally charged with the crimes. In 2011, 77-year-old Joseph Naso (who was living in Rochester during the 70s) was arrested in Reno, Nevada for committing four murders in the California area. The victims all also had first and last names that started with the same letter. However, despite being a person of interest, Naso’s DNA did not match with the DNA of the perpetrator for the Rochester crimes.

The Alphabet murders are still unsolved today.

The Murder of Carolyn Wasilewski

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In 1954, Carolyn Wasilewski was a free spirited, slightly rebellious 14-year-old who ran with a gang called the “Drapes” in Baltimore, Maryland. At around 6 PM on November 8th, Carolyn told her parents she was meeting a friend to register for dance classes at a nearby school. However after leaving her home that night, Carolyn vanished.

When she didn’t come back that evening her parents were worried and went looking for her. The following morning, an engineer on a train coming back to Baltimore noticed something odd on the tracks. It was Carolyn’s body. Her skirt and shoes were missing, and written in lipstick on her right thigh was a name—Paul. It didn’t take police long to determine she was dragged or thrown onto the tracks after being murdered in another location. Several of her personal items, all heavily blood stained, were found in a parking lot eight miles from where her body was located.

Despite more than 60 years passing from the time Carolyn was murdered, no arrests were ever made and the case remains unsolved. However, Baltimore police say every year around the anniversary there’s a spike in interest. “We still get calls generally around the anniversary of the murder.”

The Assassination of John F. Kennedy

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President John F. Kennedy was shot an killed on November 22, 1963 in Dallas, Texas while he road in a motorcade through Dealey Plaza. He was riding in a car with his wife, Jacqueline, Texas Govener John Connally and Connally’s wife, Nellie, when he was fatally shot but Lee Harvey Oswald.

Shots were fired towards the President’s limousine as the car turned and made its way down Elm Street. Connally was hit by the same bullet that went through the President’s neck, and President Kennedy was also shot in the head. After her husband was shot, Jacqueline was seen attempting to climb out onto the back of the limo to grab something, before being pulled back into the car by Special Service Agent Clint Hill. The President was declared dead at the emergency room, and Lyndon B. Johnson was sworn in as President with Jacqueline, still wearing her blood soaked suit, by his side.

Former US Marine Lee Harvey Oswald was arrested after shooting a police officer and attempting to escape by slipping into a movie theater. Oswald claimed he was a “patsy” and hadn’t shot anyone. Two days after his arrest Oswald was being transferred from city jail when he was shot by Jack Ruby on live television.

Though it’s said Oswald acted alone, many conspiracy theories believe there was a second shooter during the Kennedy assassination. There’s also a popular belief that there was a plot to kill Kennedy, though no one is sure who the other gunman could have been. On October 26th, 2017, the last remaining documents which were required to be released under Section 5 of the JFK Records Act were made public, while the remaining ones still classified will only be analyzed for redactions.

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