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travelingtheusa · 5 months ago

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2024 July 29 (Mon) – I had a check up with the surgeon this morning. He says I am still experiencing an allergic reaction to the ointment. He prescribed steroid eye drops and told me to come back in 2 weeks. I said thanks, told the nurse I didn’t have my calendar with me and would call for the appointment, then left. We are outta here!

We took Miranda, Ken & Caiden out to dinner at the Texas Roadhouse tonight. The food was great.

2024 Jul 28 (Sun) – After church, we brought Caiden and his friend, Josh, out to Susan’s house for a last BBQ before we leave. The boys had a great time.

2024 Jul 25 (Thu) – Still struggling to heal from the eye surgery. My eyes don’t seem to be healing as fast as I think they should. It turned out that the bacitracin I was putting in my eyes four times a day for a week was not good. The doctor said I had an allergic reaction. I wake in the mornings and my left eye is sealed shut. I have to put a warm washcloth on it to get it to open. My right eye still have bloody discharge. The doc says it takes 3-6 months to recover from eye surgery and I just need to be patient.

We are anxious to get back on the road again. July is just about done. All we have is August to check out Michigan and Wisconsin for next year’s caravan. We need to get out of here!

2024 July 19 (Fri) – I had eye surgery and have not been able to see well. The past week has been spent with icepacks applied every 20 minutes. It’s restrictive and frustrating. The office scheduled me for a follow-up check on Monday. I hope things go well. I am anxious to get back on the road as soon as possible.

2024 July 14 (Sun) – We went to church this morning. The newly appointed bishop spoke. He is young and very enthusiastic. After the service, there was a social hour with homemade crumb cake and strawberry shortcake. Everything – food and fellowship – was great.

When we got home, we collected Caiden and Xavier and headed out to the Hamptons. The day was very hot and the boys enjoyed their time in the pool. I had to sit in the shade as I am not supposed to be exposed to direct sunlight because of the medication I am on. I really wanted to swim! Oh, well. Susan, as usual, created a wonderful feast for us all.

2024 July 13 (Sat) – We were going to go to my sister, Susan’s, house today but it poured. We rescheduled for tomorrow. I went in and watched Caiden this evening so Miranda and Kenny could go out to dinner. We had sword fights and played Uno. I got hit in the eye and we had to stop for a few minutes to put ice on it, but then we were back to fight. He is such a funny guy.

2024 July 12 (Fri) – We met Joan & Peter and Fred & Pat for dinner at The View in Oakdale for dinner. It was a lovely restaurant. We sat out on the patio, which was enclosed with canvas sides. I could look out the windows and watch the water moving outside. Even though it was raining, the view was pretty good. It was an very enjoyable evening.

2024 July 11 (Thu) – It was a slow day with no appointments. Paul worked around the yard. I poked around on the computer. Did some laundry. Caiden popped in to say hi. Haven’t seen him much since we’ve been here.

2024 July 10 (Wed) – Paul had Dr. Pena this morning to repair the abrasions and cavities in his mouth. I took him to the deli afterward and we got buttered rolls with coffee. I also picked up a liverwurst on a roll for lunch. Yum!

At 2:30 PM, Paul had an appointment with the cardiologist. Since Paul’s sister, Joan, just had a procedure on her carotid artery and Paul had a poor check on his carotid artery some years ago, I was concerned. But Dr. Asheld said everything was fine. The only issue is his cholesterol. Paul just restarted the simvastatin after a year. The doc told him to wait a week, then get another blood test. If it is still high, then he would suggest changing medications.

2024 July 9 (Tue) – Paul had a dental check-up this morning. Turned out, he has 3 abrasions on his upper teeth and 2 cavities on the bottom. We made an appointment to come back tomorrow.

Joan & Pete dropped Devin off at the airport then met us for lunch at Jackson Hall. We had already eaten lunch so we had appetizers and they had a meal. We sat out on the patio. It was a good visit.

The Islip Prophets had another play-off game tonight. This time, the other team started out strong then our guys stepped up. They even went into an extra inning to break the tie. Score was 6-5 with out team winning. There should be another game next week.

2024 July 8 (Mon) – I had an appointment with the gynecologist today. It was a little unsettling to go into the office and see it full of young women. I was the only older person there. Then, when I got into the examining room and naked except for a thin robe, the doctor told me I wasn’t getting a pap smear. Just an exam. WTH??? I don’t need any more poking and prodding than I already get. I try to keep it at a minimum.

The church men’s baseball team, Islip Prophets, had a play-off tonight down at Brookwood Hall. We went down to watch. They started out strong with 4 runs in just the first 2 innings and the opposing team with zip. Then, either they got tired or the other team got energized but the game ended with a 7-5 lead for the other guys.

2024 July 7 (Sun) – We went to church this morning. It was great to see all our friends. It felt good to sing the songs and listen to the minister.

We had invited Kenny’s mother to go to lunch with us today but she wound up with dental issues. So we went to the Irish Coffee Pub alone. The potato soup was good but they don’t put bacon in it any more. Also, the Irish soda bread is now a biscuit. It wasn’t as good. We both went Irish in our food choices – I had shepherds pie and Paul had corned beef and cabbage. It was all very good.

2024 July 6 (Sat) – We took Sheba to the vet where she got a shot. It is an antibiotic for her inflamed gums. Let’s hope that helps her. She looks like she’s developing that lip ulcer again. I’ll have to keep an eye on her (like we aren’t already doing that).

At noon, we packed up with Caiden and Xavier and headed out to the Hamptons for a BBQ at my sister’s house. My brother, Chris, drove in from Connecticut to join us. We have been hammering our brother, Tim, to come up from the Keys. His 70th birthday is tomorrow. He resisted our urging and did not fly up. So we made a video, sang off-key, and sent him our best wishes. Susan’s daughter, Shay, and friend, Mike, were also there. Caden and Xavier spent the entire visit in the pool, save for 15 minutes to get out and eat. It was a good visit for everyone.

2024 July 5 (Fri) – I went to Memorial Sloan Kettering this morning for a blood test. My potassium levels were too high last week so they wanted to retake the test. It was perfect. On the way home, I stopped at CVS to pick up some nail polish. For some reason, I want to paint my fingernails. A weird urge!

Paul and I went out for lunch to Bagel Boss. We shared a chicken cutlet on a roll. Then we went to Lowe’s to pick up some parts for Paul to repair the steps. We also mailed off the bad surge protector. The company sent us a new one and we had to return the deficient device. I also mailed back the Medtronic machine that I used during the time I wore the loop recorder.

At 9:30 PM, while watching TV, we heard fireworks going off. They went on for quite a while. We finally got up to go watch. It went on for over an hour. Someone behind the trees on a neighboring block was setting off an incredible collection of fireworks. They had to have spent well over $100,000. Between all the fireworks they blew off last night and again tonight, they spent an incredible amount of money. Loved to see it but what a waste of money!

2024 July 4 (Thu) – Ran out to the liquor store to pick up libations, then Bagel Boss for lunch, and last to Dunkin Donuts for some red, white and blue donuts.

At 2:30 PM, we went next door to Dave & Fran’s for BBQ. The pool was full of kids splashing and some adults. The food was plentiful and the company fun. When things got dark, the fireworks came out. Out in the world could you explain to someone who is not from the United States about July 4th celebrations? Fireworks are illegal yet the block was filled with the sound of booms, bangs, whistles, and explosions all night long. In fact, for 2 days leading up to the 4th. The smell of sulfur was in the air and clouds of smoke wafted by like clouds scudding across the sky. Although illegal, fireworks were everywhere! It made me laugh with incredulity! Some laws are just unenforceable.

2024 July 3 (Wed) – Had a tree guy come over and give us an estimate for taking down two trees – one dead and the other dying. Did lots of yardwork. Ran to Home Depot to find some bolts. Paul bought a new fifth-wheel hitch and needed hardware to attach it. Got a new date for the eye repair - July 16. Ugh!

2024 July 2 (Tue) – Today was the big day! I went to the eye surgery center in Brentwood to have my lower lids corrected. Unfortunately, because of the Boswellia I took (an herbal supplement), the doctor would not do the surgery. Now I am stuck trying to get a new surgery date before we are scheduled to leave in two weeks. Arrrrggggghhhhh!!

We stopped at the Oconee Diner on the way home for a late lunch/early dinner. That place is not going to have room for diners soon if they keep putting up decorations. It’s like walking through a jungle.

2024 July 1 (Mon) – At 7 AM, we went to Good Sam Hospital where I had to loop recorder removed from my chest. A procedure that the doctor said wouldn’t take more than half an hour took 3-1/2 hours. I was so desperate to get out of there. I waited for the nurse to come unhook me. After an hour, I unhooked myself from all the connections. I would have climbed out of the bed, but the rails were up. Finally, the nurse came in. She yelled at me and was quite aggravated. So, she made me wait some more. At last, I got out of there. Hurried to the waiting room to get Paul and rushed home. I had an appointment at the VA for 11 AM. It was too late to make that and I called to beg for a later time (they have not been very amenable in the past to giving me convenient times). Fortunately, the gal that answered the phone was able to juggle appointments and get me rescheduled for 1 PM.

We stopped at Sunrise Bagel for breakfast. Egg and bacon on a roll. What a delicious treat! After stopping back home, I drove to Northport for my appointment at the VA. The doctor worked with me to get my hearing aids worked out. I was supposed to have a drink and snacks with Gina but she cancelled our get together. So, we went out to Wading River and enjoyed dinner with Joan & Peter (Paul’s sister and husband). Their neighbors came over to visit.

2024 June 30 (Sun) – We went to church this morning. It was good to see everyone. It was like coming home. I was filled with such joy with the service, the singing, the readings. Even the snacks!

After church, we went back home, collected Caiden and his friend, Xavier, and drove out to Susan in Hampton Bays. Her daughter, Shay, was there with her friend. The boys and Paul swam in the pool. It was too cool for me. The temperatures have dropped significantly. What weird weather we have been having.

At sunset, there was a beautiful glow in the area. Everything seemed to be covered in a golden glow. I guess the clouds were at the right height when the sun was going down that it reflected back on the earth.

2024 June 29 (Sat) – We met Susan & Bill at the Gateway Playhouse this afternoon. Escape to Margaritaville was playing. The musical was quite good. It was different from anything we have watched before. There was a lot of cursing and references to sex and drugs. Guess that’s today’s generation.

After the play, we drove to Patchogue for dinner at the Dirty Taco & Tequilla. It is one of the places that is listed on Susan’s vegan app – The Happy Cow. The inside of the restaurant was loud and it was hard to have a conversation. The food was good.

2024 June 28 (Fri) – I had an appointment at Memorial Sloan Kettering this morning. I have a new doctor but she sees patients in the Commack office on Mondays, so I had to see the nurse. She was very upbeat and chatty. All my bloodwork was good except for potassium levels. She advised me to come back in a week to get another test. In the meantime, lay off the avocados, spinach, potatoes and bananas.

Paul had his colonoscopy this afternoon. Everything went well. He got a clean bill of health. Yay!

2024 June 27 (Thu) – It was Paul’s turn today. He had an eye doctor appointment this morning. After lunch, I went to the hairdresser to get a haircut. All the lowlights are gone. All cut off. It’ll be that way until I get tired of it again and look for something else to do with my hair. Paul started prep for a colonoscopy tomorrow. Not going anywhere else today.

2024 June 26 (Wed) – Paul had a check up with the doctor this morning. After that, I took him to Bagel Boss for breakfast. We had some problems with the order. The clerk was not having a good day. He toasted my bagel when I did not want it toasted. Then he made coffee and the machine overflowed all over the place. When he went to adjust the cover, he stuck his hand in the boiling coffee. Ouch!

On the way home, we stopped at Home Depot to pick up flowers. We spent a few hours weeding and gardening in the front yard. There was a lot to do.

At 1PM, we took Sheba to the vet. She has lost about half a pound. Her gum is inflamed and her loss of appetite might actually be a sore mouth. The vet took some blood and urine to see if anything else is going on. We may have to bring Sheba back for dental work.

At 3:30 PM, my sister pulled up for a visit. At 5:30 PM, we took Caiden with us and all went to the Cheesecake Factory for dinner. Caiden had eaten about an hour earlier so he wasn’t hungry. We let him get a slice of cheesecake while the three of us got meals. Everything was very good.

2024 June 25 (Tue) – It was back to the cardiologist this morning. This time was for an assessment of the loop recorder in my chest. I got a call a while back telling me the battery was going dead. After discussion with the doctor, we decided to remove the recorder and not replace it. That makes me very happy! I am scheduled for Monday. They usually have the recorder taken out under anesthesia but he said we could do it with a little numbing. I said OK. Just get it done.

At 1PM, we went to Patchogue to see the gastroenterologist. Paul had a colonoscopy 2 years ago. The doctor snipped a polyp, tattooed the site, and advised him to get a colonoscopy the next year. Well, it’s been 2 years but he’s back to get it done. He got a surgery date for this Friday.

After the doctor, we met Paul’s sister and husband, Joan & Peter, at Rhum on Main Street in Patchogue. They flew out from Las Vegas about 2 weeks ago. Their grandson, Devin, is flying out from Vegas tonight to spend 2 weeks with them.

At 5 PM, I brought my laptop computer to Best Buy. I have been having a number of problems with the machine. We sat with a tech for almost an hour but I think he got the issues cleared up. We will see.

2024 June 24 (Mon) – Today began the doctor parade. First up was the cardiologist. I had an EKG and review with Dr. Asheld. I really like that guy! Everything was perfect. Next was the ophthalmologist. I thought my eyeballs were shrinking but it turns out that my bottom eye lids are pulling away from the orb or sagging. I am now scheduled for surgery to tighten up the lids on July 2. I will not be able to lift, bend, or do anything strenuous for a week. Sleep will have to take place with my head elevated on two pillows or sleeping in a lounger. I will have to ice my eyes every half hour for 2-3 days. There goes fourth of July festivities.

The surgery scheduler told me I have to get clearance from my primary physician since I will be anesthetized. So I called Dr. Torrelli and was squeezed in to see his P.A. I had to cancel the appointment with the vet for Sheba and Best Buy to look at my computer. I also have to change my appointment with the hair stylist that was set for July 2. That’s the problem with having a slew of appointments. A doctor changes something and a domino effect happens – other things have to be changed to accommodate that change. It is a calendar dance.

Miranda & Kenny were supposed to return home today. They sent a text message that they were running behind and will be spending the night in a motel. Maureen and I wished them well. We took Caiden with us food shopping. First stop was McDonald’s for dinner, then Shop Rite for groceries.

We are worried about Sheba. She hasn’t been eating and she hasn’t had a bowel movement for two days. She insists on going outside all the time. When she’s in, she goes into the closet to sleep. Something is wrong.

2024 June 23 (Sun) – We packed up and left Shartlesville, PA, at 9:15 AM. It was a very long and arduous trip to Long Island. It took over an hour to get across the George Washington Bridge! The traffic and the roadways were horrible.

We arrived home at 2 PM. Kenny’s mom, Maureen, was here watching Caiden. Miranda and Kenny are off at witch camp this week. They should be back tomorrow. After hookups, I got a pizza from Buseto. We all ate in the RV. Afterward, Maureen stayed to visit until 7 PM. Caiden stayed until 8 PM when we shooed him back in to shower before bed. He still as 2 more days of school, even though they already had a graduation ceremony for moving up to middle school last week. Tomorrow and the next day, he has to go in for 1-2 hours a day. Seems like a waste. But the school gets money if the kids are in school. It’s all about the money.

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tumbleweed-chaser · 1 year ago

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ahhh just look at this!! thank you again my friend!

if someone's curious: it's my Deponia OC Vista and here's some info abt her:

she was born in Drexxico where she lived a pretty ordinary life with her dad (who owns a local junkball team fan shop), working in a bar as a waitress (referencing Das Rollenspiel a lot here), but when she was 17 she met a guy she fell in love with, and due to something i don't want to spoil yet it was quite dangerous for them to stay here so they moved to Three Quarters and settled in the town of Sourcreek. they married and lived happily for five years, before the Organon showed up in the town one day, which resulted in Vista's husband being killed. for the next two years Vista lives alone, mourning after her husband and being convinced everything good had happened to her already, but still tending to her garden and taking care of her geese. meanwhile, Rufus and Cletus come to Sourcreek as it was decided the best place to test some irrigation project (long story short: it takes place half a year after the trilogy, Rufus survived, Cletus went through a redemption arc, and now they're working together with the others trying to terraform Deponia back to a normal planet). Cletus keeps being disgruntled with basically everything so Rufus decides it'd be fun to leave without him and return a couple of weeks later. Vista is the only one who agrees to give Cletus shelter so for the next two weeks they are trying to get to some mutual understanding, pushing each other out of their comfort zones and discovering skeletons falling out of closets. Cletus' story is mostly about finally finding his place in this new rapidly changing world and Vista's about learning that a new love will never be the same as an old one, but it doesn't mean it's worse or better.

and some trivia:

personality wise Vista is outgoing and playful. she loves trying everything new (from food to traveling to new places) and never judges someone just by the first impression. however, she can easily hurt someone by her words or actions - never actually meaning it but just being an ingenious hillbilly. every time it makes her sad and she'd do everything so it doesn't happen again.

she doesn't want to change the world but she always tries her best to make it a slightly more pleasant place.

she's half illiterate; her dad did his best to teach her but he wasn't very good at it himself and she also usually doesn't need these skills in her daily life so she's slowly forgetting what she was once taught

she is a talented green thumb whose garden is one of the most lavish in Sourcreek (and her knowledge about gardening in extreme conditions makes her very useful for the terraforming stuff)

she also owns a gaggle of geese who she'd protect like a mother protects her child... and then calmly slaughter them for bbq thursday. her first meeting with Cletus actually started with the geese scaring the hell out of him :D

after widowing she started attending the church of the three holy bears, trying to find some inner peace this way

she loves going to watch junkball; she isn't a fan of any certain team but she loves the feeling of being united with all the other fans

she openly expresses her love for Cletus (even bringing him flowers she grew by herself) who, in turn, prefers to prove his feelings by doing something (like building her a new house)

they have difficulties having a child, their only daughter being born when they are on their late 30s

@tumbleweed-chaser

#stuff people draw for me #deponia #vista

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m-jelly · 2 years ago

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Vicar Levi Headcanons

@kenkopanda-art

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Due to a demand for it, I am reposting this headcanon list. I have removed some parts that might be seen as offensive to some. Most has not been changed.

This is just a fun idea I threw around with my friends @ladycheesington and @skittlelover69 I want to thank them big time for helping throw the ideas around and annoying them a little on discord with this.

This has different sections to it of how Levi is as a vicar, things he does, how you meet and extra things.

WARNING 18+ MATERIAL IN THE LAST SECTION. THERE WILL BE A BANNER TO WARN YOU. IF YOU DON'T LIKE 18+, SKIP IT.

Please also note that no offence is intended with this post. I am fully trained in teaching religion to others with a degree and more.

Please enjoy <3

Community:

· He'd choose a nice country town, or a close community with not many people so he can build up connections.

· He'd always be available for the town he's in. He'd have his doors open and be at his church often to be there for the people.

· He might look grumpy, but he likes sitting with people and listening to their troubles. He would give them advice and comfort if they need it.

· He'd have a Sunday school with the kids where he'd play with them and give them fun lessons on how to be good people, kind to others and spread love.

· He'd start a little group for the kids where they'd sing together with a music teacher. He would also let them decorate a room and make things to sell for charity.

· He would help the kids put on the nativity play, but slowly go mad each year. The kids might be cute to him, but their parents are the nightmares.

· Town festivals he'd take part in. He'd play a role for people, help raise money and have a bit of fun with everyone.

· He'd do house visits to elderly people who can't make it to church, to the sick and to people who are scared of something in their house.

· He'd keep the youths in check. They'd all like him and respect him because he's understanding and tough.

Sermons:

· He would talk about life lessons a lot. He would never be doom and gloom. He'd tell people about how to learn from their mistakes and be more of a guiding people to try and be better.

· He would never tell scary stories because he wants to be family-friendly for the kids to come in and see him as a father figure. He wants to make a safe place for them.

· Levi wouldn't tell the stories from the bible word for word, he'd put fun spins on them.

· He wouldn't be a believer in miracles and would encourage others not to either and trust in doctors and professionals because prayer won't heal anyone.

· They would not be long. Levi likes to keep them short so people don't get bored and fall asleep. He wants to keep their attention.

· Interactive. A lot of the time he would stand behind a podium, he'd be down with the people and talking with them and getting people involved.

· He changes his sermons to fit things happening in the town, such as big events and news about families.

You:

· You'd be new in town and likely set up a nice shop that sells tea and cooking herbs. Levi would have met you by coming into your shop. You'd both talk a bit and you'd admire him in his vicar clothes of a black shirt and white collar. He'd invite you to a sermon.

· You'd go to the sermon in a very nice summer dress and admire Levi as he talks. Levi would get very distracted by you as you sit in the front pew.

· You'd visit Levi and lot and he'd visit you. You'd talk to him about a lot of problems and how you came to the town to get away from your past. Levi would give you a lot of support.

· You'd slip into the town and community easily. Your tea and herb place becomes THE place to go to so you can make your cooking and baking just that bit extra.

· When BBQs happen, people swarm your shop to get as many herbs and spices as possible from you. When there's a lunch event, all your tea will be bought out and your small collection of coffee.

· You help out as much as possible when it comes to the town and you'd help Levi at his church with the little kids.

Flirting:

· It'd start with little smiles and giggles from you both. It'd be clear you're both attracted to each other, but Levi would hold back a bit due to how busy he is with his job and he worries about being too distracted by his feelings for you.

· You'd lightly touch him and then give him lingering touches to let him know you like him a lot. You'd keep your hand on him often when you talk or stand near him.

· You'd wear sweet summer dresses, but they'd just stop above your knee. You'd bend over around Levi, cross your legs and let the wind take your dress a bit. Your aim is to flash your thighs to Levi and it would work well.

· Levi would joke with you and squeeze your waist or hip making you giggle. When he touches you, he'd trace patterns on your, move his thumb over your skin.

· Levi would lean closer and whisper in your ear and know it would make your heart race.

· He'd pick you up and make you laugh as he does. He'd carry things around for you too. He would just show off his strength to you to get your heart racing.

· You'd always volunteer together and work together. The more you can be together, the better. You'd work close together and Levi would not let anyone else work with you.

· You'd lick your lips when he's looking, lightly trace your lips, push your chest out to him, drag your dress up a little. You'd do everything to make it very clear you're interested.

· Levi would part his legs for you. Lean towards you. Place his hand on you. Put his arm around you when you're sitting side by side.

Dating:

· Because everyone in the town knows everyone, your first few dates would have to be behind closed doors and privately. Your first date would be a nature walk together away from the town so you can talk, flirt and hold hands without people watching.

· Dinners at home. Levi would cook you dinner first at his place and you would on future dates. You'd bounce back and forth between houses.

· People will probably find out about you two once your nerves about taking your relationship further have died down and you're comfortable.

· You'd do public dates by going out to dinner, to bars and to town events.

· You'd help out Levi as much as possible now that you're an item. You'd support him with church events and with talking to people because people would know you as the vicar's girl.

· You will always be invited to events because you are dating Levi. You two now come together, never alone.

· You'd be around Levi's house the most instead of him over yours. Levi has a lot of his books to help him make sermons at his, so you'd both be there often.

· Plenty of stargazing dates of you both sitting somewhere nice and just admiring the stars above. You'd be cuddled up nicely with warm cups of tea.

· Levi would help you out at your shop on days he's not needed in the church. He would move things around for you and set up new displays. He also gets the first try at all the new teas you get in.

Married:

· You'd be married to each other rather soon after dating, possibly a year of dating maybe sooner. Levi just wants to be with you so desperately and his religious teachings would teach him to love and hold onto that love and not fool around. So, once he imagines his future with you, he'd marry you.

· Your wedding would be a massive town event. Everyone would be involved in making it happen and it would be such a big country town celebration.

· You'd work less in your shop and get workers to do it more so you could help Levi out. You'll take on some of the responsibilities that he has now you're a vicar's wife.

· You'd both be very romantic with each other and shower the other with gifts. You'd always be together and do everything together, not because it's expected of you, but because you love each other and want to be together always.

· You'd host things together. You'd be the main hostess and Levi would help you out.

· You'd educate the kids of the town together and provide a safe place for them at church, as well as in your home.

· It would not take long before you and Levi would be expecting your first baby. It'd likely be after a year of marriage before you both find out.

· You'd both not stop at one child but have a few kids. The town would support you both and raise your kids with you. The community is so close that they'd be a part of your kids' lives.

· You'd both be councillors in marriage to others because you both click so well. Your marriage isn't perfect because your small fights would mainly be Levi spending a lot of time at his job, but you'd very quickly work out any problems.

Bedroom:

· Your first time together would be very sweet and passionate. A lot of bodies very close to each other with loving touches and bites. It'd be moving and sweet.

· When you both are sexually active, things would get a bit kinkier over time. Nothing too extreme, but fun and cheeky.

· Levi would happily spank you for being a naughty little sinner. He'd get you to confess sins and you'd get spanks for them.

· Levi might get you to say a prayer when he goes down on you, but if you slip up he'll pause and ask you to start again and only when you get it right without stumbling on words too much he'll let you orgasm.

· You'd get down on your knees and ask to worship his "altar."

· You'd do some things in his office at the church, such as you sitting on his desk with legs open so he can worship your "altar."

· You'd both be very sex-positive and be incredibly active in the bedroom and his office at work.

· You'd have light bondage from him tying you up to you tying him up.

· Even though you'd be a bit kinky together, your positions will still always be loving and close.

· Levi would be a body worshipper. He'd almost drown you in pleasure and love. He'd think of you and only you. He'd get pussy drunk very easily.

· You going down on Levi would almost break him with pleasure. You're incredible to him and to see you on your knees worshipping what he has to offer would almost give him a heart attack.

· Levi would often say to you that you'd be the death of him after any sexual activity together.

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nerdygaymormon · 2 years ago

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God’s Welcoming Committee

I have a heart-warming story to share, but have changed the names of individuals to protect their identities, except for Nate and Erran. Erran is well known by many of you on Tumblr and agreed to me using her name.

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I took a trip to Utah to attend the Affirmation conference and I included a few extra days to see other people while in town.

My friends Mason & Lizzie offered to let me stay in their home and I did so Wednesday & Thursday night.

Friday and Saturday night I stayed at a hotel downtown near the convention center where the conference was being held.

The conference was scheduled to end at noon on Sunday and my flight wasn’t until midnight, so I arranged to spend Sunday afternoon & evening with Mason, Lizzie and their family.

Before I arrived, I had a strong feeling I should have my friend Curtis join me at my friends’ home on Sunday. Curtis is gay and recently started school at the University of Utah. Curtis has no contact with his family and I thought it would be good for him to experience a loving, affirming family environment.

When I told Mason & Lizzie about Curtis, they were eager to meet him, and told me I could invite as many friends to come to their home as I wanted.

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I invited Mason & Lizzie to come to the BBQ social being held at the Encircle House in Salt Lake City on Thursday evening (Encircle provides resources to the queer community). They accepted the invitation and extended this invitation to several families in their ward, none of which were able to make it.

Typically I don’t know many people at these types of gatherings of queer people in Utah, but this time was a surprise as 7 or 8 peeps from the Queerward Discord were there to see me and Erran. That was so sweet and I was so excited to meet them.

I had fun introducing people at the BBQ to “my straight friends Mason & Lizzie.” Since I had all these queerward people to talk with, I left Mason & Lizzie on their own, knowing I’d see them back at their house, and they spent time talking with two couples, each of which included a spouse who is trans. One of those couples lives in the same stake as Mason & Lizzie and they were glad to have met them and will look for them at church.

Also at the BBQ was Nate. I’ve known Nate online since 2018 and it was great to finally meet him in person.

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Fast forward to Sunday. I had invited my friend Erran, who is trans, to come with me on Sunday to Mason & Lizzie’s home, but she was unsure because she had plans after the conference, but if she could arrange a ride she might come a bit later.

Partway through the Sunday morning session of the conference, Nate gets up and walks over to sit next to me. I appreciated that, it was a nice gesture of friendship.

Curtis texted to say he’ll be late coming over, he’s working on some school work he needs to finish.

The conference ends and I knew Nate has an appointment to get to. He was meeting Richard Ostler to record an episode of the Listen, Learn & Love podcast. Nate mentioned he needed to arrange a ride. Well, since Curtis is running late, I offer to give Nate a ride, and can wait around to give him a ride when he’s done. I also invited him to come to dinner with me to Mason & Lizzie’s house.

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After the podcast was recorded, we had gotten into the car, not even left yet, when Erran texted that she was done with her thing and needed to make her way back to the hotel. I told Erran we could swing by and pick her up, and if she wants to come with us to Mason & Lizzie’s home, we’re on our way there.

Curtis pulled up to Mason & Lizzie’s home just as my group was getting out of the car. Mason & Lizzie’s family were thrilled to have me and my three friends. They served us a big feast of Mexican food.

Over supper they told us about testimony meeting in their ward. There is a youth who that week had come out as trans. Mason & Lizzie included this family when they sent invitations to come to the Encircle House BBQ, not knowing that this youth had come out. This signaled to the parents that Mason & Lizzie are safe for their trans child & family.

Mason & Lizzie asked if it was okay to invite that family over for dessert and to meet us. We were enthusiastically in support of that idea. In addition to this family, they invited another family in their ward who have a queer teenage daughter.

The families show up and we meet Alina, who went to church as her trans self and introduced her ward family to her new name and that she is a she. Let me tell you, Alina was slaying the fashion game, it’s her first Sunday and looks fa-bu-lous <snaps>

Over the past few days, several people had given me some pins & stickers, and a book that are queer & LDS related, and gifted them to Alina as a welcome to the community. I also had gifts for the families and parents.

We had an amazing time, these 4 queer superstars (yes, I’m including myself in that group, my therapist would be proud) extended a lot of affirmation, excitement, & reassurance to the queer teenagers and their families.

It was so cute to watch Erran and Alina interact, these two trans daughters of God. They swapped rings and talked fashion. Alina made a point to speak individually to me and each of my friends, sharing some thoughts, listening to our advice, letting us know some worries and we got to express our confidence in her, and share some tips on dealing with hard things and queerphobic people. It was truly one of the best evenings ever.

Before we all split up, I felt inspired to share a spiritual thought with them, and it was the right thought at the right time for the right people. The feeling of the Spirit was so strong. We all left feeling assured God loves us.

I truly feel our Heavenly Parents arranged things so that this group of queer people would be in this house on this Sunday and serve as their welcoming committee to their beloved trans daughter as she steps forth on this journey.

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Erran later messaged me this observation: I like when you are with gay boys & lose that last vestige of straight passing & really relax. You just femme it up, giggle, do the gay hand gesture like 'oh, stop it, please'. Your smile was beaming and you had a happy little glow. You should hang out with gay boys more often. I love your authentic self 😊

Then she added: Tfw the gay boys are occasionally more femme in their expressions than I am, lol 😆

#God loves their queer children #I didn't include some parts that might identify the participants #but the missing parts further prove that there were either a lot of coincidences #or our heavenly parents arranged for this to happen

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eightysixed · 3 years ago

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[ ASHLEY HELLER. 25. FEMALE. SHE/HER ] is here! They’ve lived in Silver Lake for [ TOO FUCKING LONG ] and are originally from [ ELDERSBURG, MARYLAND ]. They are a [ STRIPPER / MODEL / RAP POET / DIY ARTIST / FUCKING EVERYTHING ] and in their downtime love [ SHOPPING FOR CURSED ANTIQUES ] and [ ANGELYNE-SPOTTING ]. They look a lot like [ ALEXA DEMIE ] and live [ IN OASIS APTS ].

Name: Ashley June Heller Age: 25 Gender: Female Sign: capricorn sun, leo moon, cancer rising Height: 5′8 Hair color: brunette From: Eldersburg, Maryland Occupation: stripper / model / artist / poet / muse / a little bit of everything Sexuality: hetero w/occasional bi tendencies Personality: down to earth, take no shit, craving bbq ribs at 4am, That Girl FC: Alexa Demie

strips at the World Famous Seventh Veil. courtney love used to strip there, it’s a big deal.

considers herself a veteran stripper. or “half-naked therapist”, if you prefer. she’s been doing it for 6 years and has a lot of stories. like, so many.

her work self is flashier than her regular self. several pounds worth of clip in hair extensions (or sometimes just fun colored wigs a la Closer), fake lashes, and exaggerated make up make Ash feel like she’s a different person underneath all that, putting on a “mask” and having a different entity take over to do her work.

childhood was nothing great but not too terrible either. emotionally negligent parents and a brother who never exactly gave a fuck about her either.

was mostly really raised by her godmother who lived two streets down. she’s her fave person.

world’s biggest nick cave fangirl. will fight u.

obsessed with The Vampire’s Wife, has 4 of their dresses that she’d save first in a fire before her roommates.

Kind of had coke issues for a whiiiile, but mostly clean now.

her stage name is Dawn — this week. She changes it often because she can never find one she likes.

big into LOTR. tried to do a routine to Misty Mountains but the in house DJ vetoed it. she called him a coward.

has Elrond’s “Become who you were born to be” quote in elvish tattooed

models for friends / businesses / rando companies. repped by a modelling agency but like one of the janky ones nothing fancy.

instagram mutuals with daisy lowe. plans to meet her irl one day.

highkey wants to take down the church of scientology. she’s just gathering the resources for it, she says. Leah Remini is an idol.

loves girls nights out. that’s when trashley comes out.

also earned the nickname gashley on account of her tendency to get in accidents/fall on her face when drunk.

used to date a guy in a pretty famous band when she was 20. he was shitty to her though, so she never mentions his name, just the weird stories. is almost certain one of their songs is about her.

absolute fiend for a salad bar.

self-connects (bc that’s how i roll)

friends with weetzie. reads her stories.

good friends w/marla

absolutely on horrible terms with billie. and prob macky by extension lololol.

[ insert your chara here! ]

#bios #bio: ashley #ashley #v: silverlake #anyway here's my latest bitch

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risesonthecourt · 4 years ago

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Asahi and Noya for ship meme!

General:

How long will they last? - Honestly I think these two can go one of two ways. Either they’re endgame, that one couple that people don’t quite understand how they never even fight but they work so well and it just keeps working no matter what. Or, they face a really big issue early on - like wanting to do very different things after graduation - and can’t get through it. If that happens though, they’d both regret not trying harder, and best case get back together later one.

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - I don’t think it takes long, it’s almost love at first sight, but it takes them both a while to realise it’s anything other than admiration, and even longer to confess.

How was their first kiss? - Kind of a mess! Noya was probably a bit too enthusiastic, and Asahi was probably too nervous, so it didn’t go very well. But they learned pretty quickly.

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Probably Asahi. I feel like Noya would have been so happy with them dating he kinda...forgot marriage was an option. Like, what they had was so good so he forgot there was another level they could go to. Not that it changes much between them anyway.

Who is the best man/men? - Well, this one’s easy. Noya would have Tanaka. Asahi would have Daichi and/or Suga.

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? -If they have one at all, it’s Kiyoko. But they might not have one.

Who did the most planning? - Again, probably Asahi. He would have wanted to make at least their suits, if not also the outfits for their groomsmen and possible bridesmaid ...groomsmaid? So he’d have had to make sure they worked with all the decor and everything. Plus, he’s kind of more organised than Noya - but Noya still got his say in pretty much everything.

Who stressed the most? -Asahi. Hands down.

How fancy was the ceremony? - They go elegant, but small. Family and close friends, nothing too crazy. Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? -Well, they probably wouldn’t have invited many people, but it was less ‘we don’t want you here’ and more ‘we didn’t want more than x number of people and you didn’t make the cut’.

Sex:

Who is on top? - In the most literal sense, Noya XD Asahi doesn’t want to crush him. In the actual sense, they probably switch, but Asahi’s definitely happier letting Noya take the reigns either way.

Who is the one to instigate things? - They both do, but Noya’s louder about it. Asahi’s got his little signs to let Noya know he’s in the mood, but Noya will just say it, or plop himself in Asahi’s lap for kisses and grinding.

How healthy is their sex life? - They probably do it most days if they aren’t too busy. Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? -That depends. They’ve both got tricks to bring the other off faster, and if they’re going slow they drag it out. Early on in their relationship though, neither one lasts very long at all, but they build up.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? -Absolutely, unless one of them is specifically spoiling the other.

How rough are they in bed? - It varies, but they’re both strong and have plenty of stamina sooo, Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - None.

How many children will they adopt? - Either none, or about 3. It’s all or nothing with these two and they’d definitely take siblings if they wanted to adopt.

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - Asahi, at least at first. He’s got lots of practice from helping his parents with his younger siblings. But they’re pretty good at taking turns.

Who is the stricter parent? - Hahahahaha neither one of them is strict. Asahi can’t be mean to his kids and Noya gets caught up in the excitement. They only tell the kids off if they did something wrong on purpose, but punishments don’t really happen often.

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Asahi.

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Asahi, but Noya probably made them.

Who is the more loved parent? - Noya overall, but the kids adore Asahi too.

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? - They both do!

Who cried the most at graduation? -Asahi.

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? -They both would.

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - It’s Noya or they get takeout, Asahi’s such a bad cook.

Who is the most picky in their food choice? -Neither one is really picky, but Asahi’s not a huge fan of trying new things.

Who does the grocery shopping? - Whichever one has time, but they like going together.

How often do they bake desserts? - Not very often. They’ll try if it’s a special occasion.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? -Is this even a question, we’ve seen Noya at a BBQ XD

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Noya, he likes to go for big surprises.

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Noya.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? -Asahi.

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - Asahi.

Who is really against chores? - Noya.

Who cleans up after the pets? - I don’t know if they’d get pets, but both of them - whoever has the time.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - They both do it sometimes, but it’s usually Noya.

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Asahi.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Asahi. (he saves found money up to buy treats for Noya though)

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Asahi.

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - They like to go together, but if they can’t, Noya goes for a run with the dog.

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Noya takes any excuse to put decorations anyway, so every holiday he goes wild - but the biggest decor goes up at Halloween and xmas.

What are their goals for the relationship? - They just want to be happy and look after each other. Also, if they get together while still at highschool, the main goal is to get through their own independant post-graduation goals without splitting up.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Definitely Asahi. Noya’s such an early riser and Asahi is not.

Who plays the most pranks? - Noya.

#morderdame #asanoya #I love these two so much #and thank you for sending it in #Ahh it got so long though XD

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thatmultifandomhoe · 4 years ago

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The Extremely Large Tag Game

ATagged By: @dreamystuffers thank you sweet pea and HOLY SHIT THIS REALLY IS THE ULTIMATE TAG GAME BUT I AM READY.

SECTION ONE: First and last tag: post the first line of a wip as well as the last line you’ve written so far!

So I have several Wips at the moment and whelp, I’m gonna do them all lol.

The Size of a Heart: Wonho and Reader (Drabble)

First Line Written: The sky was burning as the sun set for the night, cloaking the city in its familiar darkness.

Last Line Written: “I tell myself that it’s better if it hurts, but I…I can’t anymore…I can’t.”

Tentatively Falling: Vampire Jongdae and Reader (Series)

First Line Written: Strobe lights flashed around the dark bar, drawing your attention every now and then when they went wild as the bass dropped.

Last Line Written: It was more than you ever thought, but it was exactly what you dreamt about hearing him say.

Heavenly Father: Boyfriend Yoongi, Priest Jimin, Alter boy Jungkook, and Reader (Smut Crack Drabble - Title May Change)

First Line Written: The stain glass windows in the Church were a sight to see during the day, the sunlight streaming through and bringing life to the images during the service, and brought a sense of comforting to those during times of trouble.

Last Line Written: Jimin groaned and your eyes watered when your nose was pressed against the base, his dick down your throat.

Knitting You a Home: Wolf Hybrid Namjoon and Reader (Series)

First Line Written: The wind howled while rain pelted your house as the storm refused to let up.

Last Line Written: For the moment, his thoughts were cleared, allowing him to fall asleep with you safely in his arms.

SECTION TWO. Enter 15 of your biases and put them in this order to discover the story of your life

Parent: Hongjoong

well I mean he is pretty daddy at times

Sibling: Jongdae

Grandparent: Sammy

Haunts you: Vernon

Significant other: Jooheon

HELL YEAH BITCHES

Ex: Yuta

damn that’s...that’s a change

Best friend: Chanyeol

Proposed to you: Yoongi

Was this before Jooheon or after Jooheon? Who’s my ass with?

Your boss: Taeyong

Random person you meet a the bar: Seonghwa

Rival: Bang Chan

BUT HE’S THE SWEETEST HUMAN BEING THO

First kiss: Namjoon

Drunk and singing karaoke with: Wonho

Played seven minutes in heaven with: Felix

Gave you your favorite dessert: Jackson

I...I can see this one. He’s sweet to do that

SECTION THREE. Describe your bias by their vibes as if they were someone in your life. (I’m doing my Ults, 1 from each group.)

Jongdae (EXO): The guy that everyone knows because he’s the one with that distinguishable laugh. The class clown that knows the limits and only crosses them on rare occasions. You think you know him but then he’ll say something that you never knew about him. Craves his independence but is the quiet one when in a large group, smiling as he watches the more energetic ones run about. An old soul trapped in a young body.

Yoongi (BTS): The one who devotes himself to his work and rarely sees the light of day. His room is littered with empty to go cups of coffee mixed with his own assortment of coffee mugs Coffee ring stains on furniture. You think he’s not listening or paying attention but when you least expect it, he’ll quietly do something or hand you a gift that he knows you treasure. He’ll never ask for cuddles, but he’ll always give them to you and refuse to let you go when you try to get up. Wise beyond his years because he’s suffered and doesn’t wish it on anyone else.

Yuta (NCT): The popular guy that at first everyone warns you about, but once you get to know him yourself, you don’t know why they warned you in the first place because he’s a total sweetheart. The guy who flirts with everyone and anyone, but remains loyal to his girl. He’s never without his iced coffee, and he’s dyeing his hair in the bathtub with a friend to help make sure it doesn’t go too wrong. Will entertain your drunk texts. He’s the one to text at 2 am when you’re feeling alone and down and he’ll do what he can to lift you back up with nothing but the truth.

Hongjoong (Ateez): He’s the guy who doesn’t give a shit about trends or styles, he creates his own. The guy who does the piercings at the local tattoo shop knows him by name because he’s gotten so many of his piercings done there. He is the Fashion DIY King. Will roast his friends the hardest because he loves them the most and takes it when they dish it back. Somehow manages to rock hairstyles - long live the mullet - that no one thought should have ever existed. Don’t let him cook though. If he cooks you’ll end up with food poisoning. He’s the one who will let you try makeup tricks and new products on him. Secretly amazing at painting nails.

Wonho (Monsta X): He’s the guy friend that you never expected to be friends with. Him? You? Total opposites on a physical scale. On completely different levels. Once you get to know him, he’s a total teddy bear. Doesn’t question it when you suddenly appear and hug him without saying a word, he’ll simply hug you back while maintaining the conversation he had going. Or he’ll simply surprise you with a hug because he likes them.

Bang Chan (Stray Kids): He’s the one that always has his earbuds in even during class. Like he’s the guy that has the earbud going through the sleeve of his hoodie and is pressing his palm against his ear to listen to the music. Listens to everyone, even if he doesn’t know them that well and gives really good advice if they ask for it.

Jackson (Got7): The guy that you can hear a mile away. Hyper. Can’t sit still to save his life. He was the guy that you’d see doing laps in the hallway with his friends when he should have been in class, but he was the nice one. Passionate and when you ask him about what he’s working on, he’ll talk about it for hours. Will also apologize multiple times for going on but then continue to go on.

SECTION FOUR. Search your name + “core aesthetic” on Pinterest and make yourself a moodboard

SECTION FIVE. Make a normal and fantasy version of yourself using this !

SECTION SIX. Writing tag game!

What is your ideal setting for focusing on your writing?

A quiet office where I can play music softly in the background and be at a desk with a comfortable chair.

What Genre do you prefer to write?

Slice of Life, Young Adult, College Age.

Do you prefer to write on paper or digitally?

Both.

It’s the middle of the night and you suddenly wake up with an idea. What do you do?

Make a note of it in either my notebook or in the notes section on my phone.

Who is your favorite person to write about?

Jimin and Hoseok

Do you like making your own characters, or do you usually write about real people?

I like to do both. Honestly, it’s kinda like a mix of both. With some of my fics, the only thing that makes them fanfics are that I’m using the real person’s name, and I’ll pin point on certain aspects of their physical features. In Brotið Hjarta, the only thing that connects to it being Namjoon is his name, and maybe his hair style/color and ear piercings, everything else was what I imagined it to be.

Have you ever written a book/story with more than 15 chapters (100K words)?

Yes. Strawberry Cream and BBQ

How often do you get ideas?

From everyday life, sometimes I’ll be daydreaming and it kinda morphs into a story or a fanfic and so I’ll make notes so that I don’t forget it.

Do you ever get an idea that you really like, but just can’t seem to finish?

Yessss, all the time.

What is your least favorite plot?

I don’t know about least favorite plots, but I do hate it when fics dive straight into a story without any background or anything. Wait, so maybe that’s pwp fics????? I don’t want to be a hypocrite, but even with my fics that primarily focus on smut, I still add in those background details and give them a teeny tiny plot.

SECTION SEVEN. Put your music on shuffle and reveal the first ten songs that come on.

The Kids Aren’t Alright - Fall out Boy

In the Dark - Bring Me the Horizon

Teeth - 5 Seconds of Summer

All In - Monsta X

To the Beat - Ateez

Shot - Lil’ Jon

Daechwita - Agust D

Treasure - Ateez

Adore You - Harry Styles

Guys My Age - Hey Violet

SECTION EIGHT. Questions tag:

Relationships: 2

Break-ups: 2

Kids: Right now? 0

Brothers and Sisters: 1 older brother.

Pets: 0

Surgeries: 0

Tattoos: 0

Countries you’ve been to: 0

Been in an airplane: yes

Been in an ambulance: yes

I sing karaoke: hell no.

Ice skating: I like it but I suck at it and have only been able to go during school events in the past.

Been on a cruise: hell no

Driven a motorcycle: nope

Ridden a horse: yes

Stayed in a hospital: nope

Favorite fruit or berry: Raspberries

Favorite color: Magenta

Last text: “Perfect! I’ll let you know when I am able to send yours out!” - I do pen palling and was letting someone know when I could send them a post card in exchange for the one I’m getting.

Cat or dog: Cat

Favorite pizza: White sauce pizza with chicken and feta cheese

Met a star: nope

Flown a helicopter: nada

Been on TV: nope

Broken my leg: nope

Seen a ghost: don’t believe in them.

Been sick in a taxi: nope

Seen someone die: no

SECTION NINE: Fifteen questions tag:

One ; it’s your birthday! what did you ask for?

Gift cards, um...(this is bad because my birthday is actually coming up) maybe some things from my Amazon list?

Two ; what was the last song / album you listened to?

WAP by Cardi B

Three ; what is your go to snack when you’re hungry?

Chocolate, cookies or cookies dipped in peanut butter

Four ; what is your morning routine?

Wake up, check messages on my phone while still in bed, get up, make coffee, maybe eat breakfast, drink coffee in bed, listen to music/watch videos or read on phone while drinking coffee, get dressed, brush teeth and skincare routine, make bed.

Five ; what mythical creature would you be?

An Elf? Or a Forest Witch. Something that has to do with the Earth and nature.

Six ; how do you interact with someone you don’t like?

I give short and straight to the point answers, if I’m working on something and they come up to me I’ll pointedly focus on that task instead of them.

Seven ; how do you define a toxic person?

Someone who lies, who makes you feel bad about the things that you do, that puts you done while lifting themselves, who is constantly bragging about their own things, who puts down others, who acts like they’re better, who acts like they’re way of life should be the only way of life.

Eight ; have you ever been to a concert or a fan-meet? if not, would you want to?

I have not, but I would like to one day because they seem fun and it would be nice to see a performance in person.

Nine ; do you believe in astrology? why or why not?

I do, mostly because it’s fun and interesting and I tend to find that I do a lot of the things and act like my zodiac sign without realizing it (aka I’m a Virgo).

Ten ; if you could have only one sense (hearing, touch, sight, etc.), which would you keep?

Hearing.

Eleven ; who is your favorite celebrity or idol?

At the moment, BM from Kard.

Twelve ; if you could talk to your favorite celebrity for a limited time, what would you tell them?

How do you keep going when it gets hard?

Thirteen ; I’m taking you out on a date. where are we going?

Maybe an art museum, or somewhere with flowers?

Fourteen ; do you prefer sweet or savory?

Sweet.

Fifteen ; do you have any Merch from any of your favorite artists?

I have several BTS albums and an EXO album.

I AM Tagging: @mygsii @myforeverforlife @peonybane @hobicomeholla29 @loser-dot-com @jeonsdear @namsjoon @kpopcinnamonswirlroll @eashmo201 @1997jk @soulofatiny @cherryeoo @minniepetals @minniesmarshmallow @yoongi-sugaglider @crystaljins @taestfully @hyyunjins @i-am-delaney @worldwidebt7 @flurrys-creativity @apurpledheart @holyfluffly @yunception @boymeetsweevil @chans-chair @brokecollegenerd @jinyoungsir @writersrealmbts @kpophoneybunny @actuallythatwaspromise @ladyartemesia @haylo4ever @ggukcangetit @kpopfanfictrash @wwilloww @jingabitch @kigurumu @jamaiskook @thatlongspringnight @ot7always-main @hauntedlilies @koophoriia @lorealchanelll @sweetheart--sannie @sweetae-tae @iniquitouspoppy

#tagged #oh my god this was a big and long one #but i done did it #get to know the blogger

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arrogvnces · 5 years ago

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sinclair’s never been a big fan of weddings. or rather, he’s never been a fan of the weddings he was forced to attend. from very early on, weddings meant uncomfortable suits, strangers kissing his cheek and commenting on how much he grew since the last wedding, hours and hours sitting in silence in the corner while his parents’ friends commented on how well-behaved he was and. . . well, the wedding itself. he always thought it to be utterly stupid. to stand there, in dresses that looked like melted whipped cream, going on and on to hundreds of strangers about how much they loved one another. he couldn’t conceive the fact that they didn’t want to just die right there, from the embarrassment. he certainly did. by age twelve, he’d either declared he would never get married or if he had to, it would be a private affair. him, his wife, by obligation their parents and maybe a single friend so as to not look too pathetic.

he remembers his conception of his wedding started to change when mina came around. he never believed they would make it that far, deep down, but her rambling on and on about the possibility of a future together had helped him paint a better picture. maybe fifty guests wasn’t too much. maybe vows could mean something, if they weren’t the same rehearsed bullshit he’d memorised as a child. maybe his bride would look the most beautiful while swearing her love for him would last ‘til death. the only person who ever could love him that long. and then he met henri, and the picture was clear as day. everything she wanted, he would give it to her. no matter how many strangers were there on their day, no matter how grand or how small, no matter if he was allergic to something on the cake if it was the best cake she’d ever tasted. nothing was too much. he wanted her to have everything he could offer.

but now, the day belongs to his closest friend. and he’s happy. no, he’s not just happy, he’s ecstatic. because no one deserves a wedding more grand or beautiful than luna and elijah. because they’ve been through hell and back, holding hands the entire way through. because six months ago, at a bbq restaurant in gangnam, they loved each other so much they decided to put their fate into the hands of an arrogant son of a bitch. and they made it. against all odds, they’ve made it. so even though the thought of weddings now makes sinclair want to die inside all over again, he makes an exception for this one. for the last one that will ever matter.

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a million things have been running through his mind all day, so he picks the easiest to latch on. for example, he can’t figure out why exactly he’s stepping inside a cathedral. he remembers vividly a half-drunken discussion with luna where she vehemently declared not believing in god or any other higher power; that god was only what helped us in the moment of need. he’d argued that by that logic, he was her god for now and forever. still, despite the confusion, he can’t help but appreciate how majestic the venue is. the only problem is that, right after, he’s stuck wondering if henri would’ve liked to get married in a church or someplace else. perhaps paris. or maybe some place shut off from the world, like a tiny island in the middle of the ocean, where her mother would’ve complained was too far out and decided to stay home after all. what a saving grace it would’ve been.

he turns his head to his left, staring unabashedly at her. soon enough, he won’t be this close to see her in all her glory. soon enough, they’ll turn the other way when their eyes meet and pretend their hearts don’t still beat a little faster when they exist in the same space.

he’s tried, the last ten days, to find a way out of his father’s threat. he tried to make money appear out of thin air, to fund his mother’s project. but the building is selling at most twenty million, and her entire inheritance goes up to half a billion on a good day. but most importantly, he refuses to choose his own happiness. so even though every single paper declared him the winner of that park corp gala, both he and his father know he is far from it. he needs to go through with breaking things off, forever. he needs to put his family first; his mother, his siblings. . . all for the hope that they will grow up better than he did. he will. he’s just not sure when the right moment is.

“thank you for coming with me,” he says, squeezing her hand in his. “ever since i was kid, weddings were just a playground for grandmothers to squeeze my cheeks and tell me what a handsome little boy i am. . .” he offers her a shy smile, hoping to lighten the atmosphere even as guests mill around them, searching for their rows to sit at. “do you think i’m still in danger of that happening today?”

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RAGBRAI 2019- The Stories of Iowa https://ift.tt/39j7gz4 I will tell the story of RAGBRAI 2019 as all stories are told, from the conclusion. Over the week we rode for 553 miles and climbed for over 21,000 feet. We had five bike mechanical issues requiring shop stops on the way. We had 14 and 13 beer stops, one pork chop, a wood fired pizza, countless pies, cinnamon rolls, pancakes and sausage, cheesecake, cookies, cobbler, homemade icecream, bbq, tacos, BLT, noodles, fresh sweet corn, gyros, pickles, french toast, and I am sure a few other things I am forgetting. We listened to two lines of about 200 songs (and sang the rest of the songs...well I did). We saw cows, horses, kittens, rams, goats, donkeys, rabbits, and one golden retriever (a half mile from the Mississippi). We threw over 20 milkweed balls. We encountered hundreds of people with stories and laughter. We thanked officers and paramedics and nice old church ladies. Well, that's the overview; now for the stories!!!

USAF cycling team- out to help!

Please note the stories may not be told by day- because this is RAGBRAI!!!! (If you don't understand let's go to Iowa the last week of July and bring your bike.) BIKE SHOPS ON THE ROAD RAGBRAI is a traveling city of support, including traveling bike shops. These shops manage everything from flat tires (because yes, people on a 500 miles ride forgot to learn how to change a tube or to even bring a spare tube) to broken bikes (no seriously, "here are the three parts of the bike and this piece that is hanging off. Can you fix it?"). No matter what was brought to them the bike shop staff were always smiling. We know this because for the first four days we became friends with the guys at Bike World and then the next three days we rode by getting "hellos" and waves, while they asked about our bikes. It all started on day 1!! This was our gravel day and the first day we met Brad. Oh Brad!! We were about five miles out from the overnight town when we stopped at a small pass through town on a big hill. After a quick stop I picked up my bike and suddenly it won't roll down the hill. This is not even me being on the bike pedaling, it won't roll down the hill. In this moment Patrick says the best line of the day (maybe the trip)-- "It is operator error or is something wrong?" The look I gave him at this moment I am sure said a bunch of curse words that I won't type out here, but "are you kidding me right now" would have also been communicated in the moment. So I did what any person who has been riding a bike for ten hours would do; I handed Patrick my bike and said here you roll it down the hill. When it stopped and refused to move for him too, he confirmed it was in fact not operator error. Oh good, because I was worried this was going to be a long week of me not knowing how to use a bike (please read that line in the most sarcastic tone with eye roll.). This led to us going back up the hill with what ended up being a broken spoke. Turns out the gravel may have jostled more than my internal organs. This was when we first met Brad. Brad who was putting back together other bikes with "brake problems", "derailer problems", and "I don't know what happened problems", smiled as we stood there waiting our turn. Brad then looked at my bike and confirmed, again, it was not operator error. Then he proceeded to fix the problem. Now you might be thinking "great job Brad, way to fix that issue." But this would not be our last encounter with Brad or Bike World and one other bike shop I don't recall the name of, sorry. Nope Brad would go on to fix Patrick's chain and adjust his cables for better shifting up hills; Bike World would go on to sell me a tire (not a tube, a tire-- this will be important later), an the other bike shop would also sell me a tire and fix my bottom bracket making my bike no longer sound like a paint can rattling up hills. Every time we needed help they were there (or close enough) and they were light hearted with positive words and smiles. We laughed through being close to tears each time we stood at their tents. And Brad-- you ROCK!!! And I am glad you got to see your mom during the trip and got a good home-cooked meal!!! GRAVEL Holy crap super fun day!!!! I was in love with riding the gravel loop the moment my tires hit that slightly muddy, somehow dusty, all bumpy road. However, my riding buddy was not feeling the same way. This was day one of riding and seriously trying not to die or end up with serious injury on day one was a HUGE concern on this 18 mile loop. At about 3/4 of a mile into the gravel course and Patrick announced he was done (there may have been curse words; correction there were curse words). I was now between a gravel road and a tough place, like the end of our adventure on day one. I stood at the top of this little hill, looking at the bigger hill, while Patrick wrestled his demons. But lets be fair I stood there like a three year old with a five dollar bill outside an icecream shop. I am pretty sure I was trying not to smile and bounce and yell, "This is F-ing awesome" (ok so to be honest I may have yelled that)!!! This moment was not about me; I was ride or die and there was honestly a chance at death since this was a new riding type for us. Patrick agreed to go up the next hill which would put us about a mile into the 18 mile ride and maybe 200 feet of the 1500 feet climbing on this loop done. At the top of the next hill we stopped (me still in three year old "Can we PLEASE do this" mode). To my excitement Patrick now announced that while this was clearly a bad idea, maybe not our worse idea but a bad one, he was game to go!!! Pretty sure I was fist pumping the air and yelling "they can't take our freedom" as I headed down the hill full speed. We would stop a few more times at the top of hills with Patrick shaking his head and me bouncing on my dirt packed cycling cleats. We would also make it about five miles from the end of the loop when the rain came back. This added a new component of mud to the course. I was told on several occasions to be careful, even by the ladies at the patch stop (Pottawattamie County, the highest county in Iowa, yeah that wasn't on the description). It seems people know that look in my eye of "I live for danger" and they all try to help Patrick to control this behavior in order that I may not find out where the nearest hospital is in Pottawattamie County (I can tell you it was not going to be on the gavel road we were riding). We made it safely to asphalt again and Patrick's death grip on his handlebars loosened, high fives were given, and oh yeah, tires were changed (tires that I would carry on my bike for the rest of the day-- I honestly didn't mind the attention, because "hell yeah we did the gravel"). For the rest of the trip any gravel on the road was met with Patrick yelling "gravel" in his best Clint Eastwood raspy voice. Because when you overcome the gravel loop you announce that this is old news to you and you are invincible (well, except for that broken spoke mentioned earlier). MILKWEED BALLS

Patrick is attracted to oddities (I mean he married me, you have to know this statement is true). So when he saw a tent with butterflies and heard the words "do you want balls" he couldn't deny the intrigue. Turns out Milkweed Matters is an Iowa group who puts together milkweed balls for cyclist the throw along the roads of Iowa in an effort to grow more milkweed to help the monarch butterflies to thrive in Iowa. Here's what you do-- you pick up milkweed balls, which are designed with "clay" as a no till natural tilling seeding method, you put them in your pocket, you ride your bike along the roadway, you find an area where other wildflowers are growing, where there is no mowing and no crops, then you toss them out there. That's it! Each day the tents are located on the route and you pick up more balls to throw. (You do get told not to eat them and not to take them out of the area, as this milkweed is specific to growing in this area.) A few notes- throwing things from your bike is awkward (for me) and you get dirty looks from those who don't know. I explained on more than one occasion that I was not throwing trash on the roadway, I was throwing milkweed. To which the most common response was a roll of the eyes. (Look people I am saving butterflies here. Does someone saving butterflies litter? No, no they don't. They save the fucking butterflies!!!) JERSEYS THAT BIND US

In cycling events what you wear matters. Things like shorts, padding, gloves, helmet, all very important; but your jersey cements who you are in the minds of those passing or being passed. This is your calling card, it is the story you will tell for the day-- for one day, maybe one mile, but it will forever define you for that person. This is why the jersey is a very important choice. Jerseys bring out the conversations in people. They are easy talking points- "oh you have a jellyfish on your jersey, I was once stung by one"; "Oh your jersey has an anatomically correct heart on it, does it mean something (the answer is no, it just looked tough)". The conversations go on like this. But there are these jersey conversations that also stick out. Patrick was wearing his Escape from Alcatraz jersey. We had done the race a number of years ago. This jersey was noticed and remarked on often during the day. We were standing around in a pass-through town when I guy came up and mentioned that he had done the race back in the late 90's. He told of how much we liked the race and visiting California. he then said, "Yeah, I did the race because when I was a kid we were visiting Alcatraz when the escape happened. I remember the sirens and the commotion." At this point all Patrick and I could do was stare at the guy who didn't lead with this part of the story; no it was a casual second thought. I am pretty sure I questioned the guy, "You mean you were in San Francisco when the escape occurred?" He looked at me like he shouldn't have to repeat himself, but very nicely he said, "Yeah we were there on a family vacation looking at the island when it all happened." Then he said the following, "Well, you guys have a nice ride." Wait!!! What just happened???? Patrick and I just stood there for a minute as this guy walked on to talk to other people. Then I am pretty sure we just started laughing. This is what happens on RAGBRAI, you meet people, they tell you something cool or unique or unexplainable, and then they are gone. WE STOP FOR BEER-- WELL, IOWA CRAFT BEER TENTS RAGBRAI is a drinking game. We found out from a friend (Thanks, Kevin) that on the route would be these white beer tents- IOWA CRAFT BEER TENT (a mix of Iowa breweries)- and you could get an armband. This armband was the gateway to a free tshirt at the end of the week. Here are the rules-- Get a band; Buy a $5 craft beer or root beer at the tents; You must buy at least ten beers and you have 14 stops to achieve the goal; Only one beer per stop will count towards your total. The second set of rules that you have to follow is how to get your beer-- Have your money out; pick which beer and learn its number; get in line; walk to your beer's number; grab beer off the table; walk through, handing your money to the staff at the end of the line; scan your armband; find a shady place to sit and drink. It is a super easy process, except for on the first day when you didn't read the sign about having out money, this gets you a few dirty looks that say "bless her little heart". Patrick will tell you the process was slightly different, because for him he walked through the line and told the money taker "she's paying for me." To which I always answered, "I don't know him." And then the money taker took my $10 without any gesture to give me change. Now, those are the rules, but the game is really-- "What can Teresa drink and still ride and then what can Teresa drink and not feel that weird pain in her left ankle?" GAME ON. Each day there were two stops, three on one day and only one on the last day. We made a plan to stop at each stop starting on day one. This was a good plan because the beer stop on day one was after the gravel, a celebration beer for sure. For the most part the last beer tent was about 10 miles outside of town which gave me a great opportunity to have a dark beer and still be able to get to the night town safely. We never had a bad beer. A few "not my favorites" but never a bad one. In fact the day I had to drink before 9am (because it was short course day) I had a blueberry pancake beer which was the perfect breakfast!!! Mostly at the first stop I had a root beer or a cider (because fruit mid morning does not bring about judgement). The IOWA Craft Beer Tent would also play a vital role in the State Trooper Story found later in this post. BUGS OF IOWA

On the first night in Iowa I got bit by a bug on my ankle. I'm from Florida so I get bit by bugs all the freaking time. But this REALLY hurt. The following day my ankle was hurting on the ride, like really hurting. By the following day my ankle was swelling and bruising-- and hurting every time my shoe touched it (which is a lot over 70 miles a day). Moral of the story Iowa has bugs that belong in Australia!!!! PIE

I know it is a photo of icecream.

One does not talk about RAGBRAI without talking about pie. Honestly, it is one of the reasons to love RAGBRAI and if you don;t understand this this you missed the point of RAGBRAI. The best pies you will find will be the pie stands with 7 year olds or 70 year olds handing out the pies. There is only one rule in RAGBRAI- eat pie, eat pie often! A TIRE, A GIRL, AND A COP WALK INTO A BEER TENT The final story I will tell about RAGBRAI 2019 is a story about the greatness that is the Iowa State Patrol. It was day four (of seven) Patrick and I were set to do the Karras loop which puts the ride miles over a century ride. We had finished the loop and all the hills required to get there. We were ready to get another fruit smoothy and a beer before we checked this day off the list. During the loop my bottom bracket started to sound like a paint can rattling with every push. I knew I was going to be stopping again at a bike shop tent to figure out this sound, because one thing was for sure it was not a "happy" biking sound. Not to be out done Patrick decided to get a flat tire. Not just any flat but a full tire blow out. This would be his second in the week (we are on day FOUR)- the "other" tire. I am pretty sure at this moment my actual words were, "You are fucking kidding me?" Patrick shook his head, "nope". Then many more curse words got said in that moment. Given that my bike actually could be ridden I decided to ride ahead to scout out a bike shop tent. Well, there was not one at the first town down the road. I can back to let Patrick know that I was going to rid on till I found the bike tent and I would bring back a tire for him. He was to sit under the tent at Tom the Turkey and get a fruit smoothy. Funny enough he had "ride friends" there who had been on the course and at this stop with us previously. I rode up about 10 miles and found the bike repair tent. I told the guys about my bike and the paint can noise. "Sure we can look and fix it, but it is going to take a minute." Great, well you see the other problem is my husband needs a tire and is ten miles that way (pointing back down the road). The bike shops guys could not leave and pack up yet and only had the shop truck. I looked around and saw a state trooper vehicle. I asked the bike guy if he knew where the state trooper was located. He pointed up the hill near the beer tent as he handed me the tire I needed to get to Patrick. I told him thanks and that I was going to be back for my bike after I got the tire to my husband. The guy yelled "good luck" as I marched up the hill.

Actual photo sent to State Trooper. Patrick with a bag of unmarked medication.

The State Troopers were walking away when I stopped them. They turned around and the only way I can explain this is they looked like "Super Troopers"- mustaches and aviator sunglasses in place. I smiled, I did not laugh. I told them I had a situation. I then explained that they could either take me and the tire to my husband or they could take the tire to my husband. Yep, you heard that right- there was no option to tell me no. They noticed that too and looked at each other like I was a unicorn asking for directions. After a few moments of repeating the request, officer one tried to tell me they could not do it but officer two said they had to call their supervisor. I told them I would wait. Officer two walked away, I swear he looked like he was pretending to dial. Officer one just started at me. I looked over my shoulder to see the bike shop guys watching and smiling. Officer two walked back up shaking his head- not at me but as his partner. I was grinning so big when he told Officer one that the supervisor had given the go ahead to take the tire to my husband.

Loop patches.

As Officer one stood there astonished at the response. I began to tell the Officer two what my husband looked like and where he was located. This took much longer than I intended, as it seems the officers were not familiar with the area. We played a game of"who's on first" when I was telling them I had no idea what the two name was but that I knew he was as the Tom Turkey tent and that said tent was ten miles "that way". The officer rolled his eyes at me. I never lost it wanting to yell at him, Dude I am from Florida. DO you know where Florida is? A hell of a lot further away than your house." But I didn't, nope I took a deep breath and explained one more time where I left my husband. Oh wait it gets better. The officer asked for my husband's cell number. The issue here is that my husband's phone died earlier in the day and is in my pack on my bike. In full disclosure I told the officer this information. Officer two looked at me dumbfounded and officer one I am pretty sure threw up his arms in a "are you fucking kidding me" gesture. Officer two, after a few deep breaths, looks at me and says, "You know you are making this very difficult for us?" What I didn't say was "if you had left fifteen minutes ago when I gave you the details you would be there by now and not standing here dealing with me." Instead I told him "I know. And I promise I am not trying to but let's be honest cell phones aren't working out here anyway." Then I told him that what I did have was a photo of my husband form earlier today. I actually had a photo of him sitting in the exact spot that he would later be found in!! I also gave the officer a friend's phone number. A friend who I knew was still out of the road, and who I also knew was more than likely not near Patrick, but it was my best chance (the cops never called Kevin).

Kevin and Kelly- TEAM AWESOME

What would follow was 45 minutes worth of me texting with the officer, who turns out gave the tire to his supervisor to take up the road. I am pretty sure the man was irritated in giving me his number but he answered each text with updates. Until the final notice that Patrick had the tire in hand. I thanked the officer for his help and that the people of Iowa, him included, were amazing. In the meantime, I had gone back to the bike repair tent. I was greeted by laughter form the guys who all talked over each other in disbelief that the officer took the tire from me to go in search of my husband. The guys were nearly done with my bike, so what was there to do but o grab a beer (before the tent closed for the night). There I sat, with my fixed bike, on the side of the road, drinking a root beer (yeah, I know my limits) as first Kevin can riding up. When I said "Hi" and then "did a cop call you" the rest of the story got told with laughter following. As I glanced over the left at the road left behind, there he was, riding up the hill with a huge smile on his face. We both started laughing as he rode up. "I guess the State Trooper found you?" I asked him. "Yeah, he did. How?" It was a story told again from the bike seat as we traveled the rest of the way to town, laughing at how a girl got an officer to take a tire up the road by the power of demand. Let me say this in closing of this story- Thank you to the State Troopers who helped us out and kept us safe for not only this one moment but for the whole ride. The officers were amazing being there with support, blaring music, and a helping hand. There are many more stories to tell of RAGBRAI. Stories of lighting bugs, sunrise and sunsets, award winning cinnamon rolls, water slides, rock bands, and holding hands. But for now this is RAGBRAI! RAGBRAI 2019 has come a gone, but the stories will live forever!!!

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theheartchoice · 5 years ago

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dean/cas | teen | 2k | canonverse s6 | ao3

for @profoundnet's bi-weekly Bot Stat challenge. prompt issued: July 9th 2019

dedicated to @saltnhalo ~ crack-free! 😘

Dean is cleaning his gun. Cas is the pizzaman. Sam is on the demon blood again.

Dean doesn't miss the apple-pie life, not really. He's a Hunter and this is what they do, this is the life for him. Doesn't mean he can't do with some small comforts, now and then. Or some hope - even if it's just a clue to find a way to stop the stuff of nightmares from wreaking havoc on the world. Pizza helps, too.

So, she broke things off.

..Unclip the mag..

So what?

..Clear the chamber..

Not like Dean really expected it to last, right?

..This cloth probably needs to be thrown..

Guess it was nice while it lasted.

..Where's the pipe cleaner?..

Maybe it would've been nice to last a while longer.

..Need more oil..

Had a whole year, though. And it was a pretty good year, as Hunter standards go.

..Should grab some rock salt, too. Runnin' low..

Sure as hell wasn't perfect. Dean was no model boyfriend or parental figure. Not with all his baggage, his demons.

..Need to make a list. Probably need a bunch of stuff. Wonder if Soulless Sammy's hacked any more cards yet..

That life isn't the thing to miss, though. That's not the life for him. He misses them. Her smile, her strength, her warmth. Little Ben growing up so fast, Dean pained he'll miss the rest. But he's not that guy - Mr. Family Man. They deserve better.

..They can hit the store before they leave town. Baby needs fuel. Grab some Johnny to replace the backup. Get outta dodge before the rains come. Sam can find 'em a case once they hit the interstate. They need snacks for the road, too. With any luck they'll find some monster to gank by nightfall..

Dean's only halfway through with their arsenal when his stomach reminds him he's past due for supper. Dinner had been a bust; Soulless Sam needs a lesson in acceptable menu classics, asap. Forget beheading a vamp with a baseball bat he could've sworn wasn't on the pitch a moment earlier - Dean'll be lucky not to get salmonella poisoning from that so-called food!

The mini fridge is bare, the cooler barer - unless you count half a dozen syringes of Dead-Man's blood. Dean doesn't. But considering Sam's choice for dinner, maybe he does? Never again. Sam is off food-duty until further notice.

What Dean could really go for, right now, is some pizza. Extra Large and all to himself. There's gotta be takeout menus around here somewhere.

He's barely scuffed one boot over the worn carpet when there's a rap at the door. At midnight. Sam wouldn't knock. Soulless Sam even less likely.

Grabbing one from the newly-cleaned stash, Dean silently draws up into the crook of wall between door and curtained window, gun cocked. Swift to pull it open and hard to throw himself against it, on the other side of that door is the last person Dean expected to see. "Cas?" Standing in a fuzzy halo of sickly yellow halogen, holding a goddamned miracle in his arms. "Is that pizza?"

"I thought you might be hungry."

"For me?" Cas nods. Dean yanks him - and the pizza - inside. "I'm starved, actually. That's some good timin'."

And so much for the brief trip into Bizarro World where a certain Angel actually respects personal space; Cas' hands are on Dean - shoulder and forehead as he tries to lean over the table, flipping the lid to inspect the toppings. Meatlovers and extra BBQ sauce. Awesome. But those hands are turning him away from pizza, now. "What's up with you?"

"You're not in any stage of starvation, Dean. You're in perfect health.. Aside from you-.. your wrist." He takes Dean's arm from bicep to sprain without hesitation. "What happened?"

It's kinda hard to shrug outta the grip of a guy who could literally throw you as far as the eye can see. "Vamp nest. But we got 'em, no biggy." No more deaths once they arrived in town, too, which was a nice change. "Can we eat? Sam bought, like, raw fish for dinner, man - I think it's still swimmin' around in there." Dean eyes the garbage where he tossed his takeout container, forcing back bile at the memory: one hasty bite before he'd realised his mistake. It had been.. slimy.

One of Cas' hands slips from his bicep to palm over Dean's stomach. The other leaves his wrist, at least, so Dean seizes the moment and steals the nearest slice from the box; chase away a bad memory with something good. OH, yeah - screw clouds - this is heaven.

"Nihon unagi."

"Huh―?" Dean tries not to let the precious pizza tumble from his mouth.

"Freshwater eel, and they're not swimming. Not consciously, anyway."

Dean's jaw stills. He stares at Cas.

"Digestive enzymes."

Oh, of course.

Cas' eyes refocus on Dean's pizza. No - his hand. His injury. "May I..?"

Mid-chew, Dean figures it can't hurt. He switches his pizza from right to left and holds out the sprain he'd forgot he had.

Cas' hand closes careful around it, a slip of warmed ice flowing quick through Dean's veins - and then his minor injury is minor no more.

"Thanks," Dean murmurs, and follows it with another mouthful of beef and pepperoni.

Cas leaves him to his second slice to survey the room. "Where is Sam?"

"Li'b'ary.." This is food. This is what every meal should taste like. All the meat, rich with smokey goodness. "R'se'rch."

"I thought you said the case was over?" Cas regains some proximity to the little round table where Dean stands with hips hugging the large pizza box. He takes a few moments to chew, swallow - rushing the savour-part, but Angels don't really understand the pleasure of a good pizza-pie, now do they?

"Not that. Purgatory." With slice #3 in hand, he realises he's got nothing to wash it down with. Slightly annoyed, he leads Cas past the bed laden with guns to the one neatly made with a duffel bag open on top. He pulls out a book, hands it over. "Officially, it's a work of fiction, and we still don't really know what we're dealin' with exactly, but.." He takes another bite. "..There may be a way to counteract the spell Crowley plans on usin'. Last line of defense, sorta thing."

Cas goes pensive and Dean goes back to his pizza, leading Cas over to their Wall of Crazy. They're still trying to track Crowley's whereabouts; It's ongoing. Vamps get beheaded on slow progress days.

"It's almost midnight."

So..?

"The library would be closed."

Dean gawks. "You know what time libraries close in small-town America?" Cas nods, clearly not seeing the issue. Whatever. "Not a library, a church. Secret archive in the foundations. The pastor, Father Roberto, let him in, a favour for takin' care of the vamps." The fact that one of them had been a colleague of his must've hit close enough to home to warrant unlocking the storm shelter: a small basement room stocked with hunter-esque reads. The guy had only been in their once - twice, including when he caught his former colleague breaking the rules with B&E (and reading).

They may not find anything ther, but since Sam doesn't need sleep nowadays he agreed to pull the all-nighter and check for certain before they skip town.

Gaze flitting from Dean and his pizza, to the leatherback book in his hands and up to the Crazy Wall, Cas keeps his thoughts to himself. He looks concerned, wary almost.

"You okay?"

Cas turns the book over, gently. "Where did you get this?" he says to the back cover.

"St. Bruno's. Got quite the collection of lore stashed away in the basement, but Roberto confiscated that one from one of the vamps, before.." Dean trails off, leaving out the details of his bloody foul ball at the local park. "Demonic possession's a big feature, no surprises there. Some monster stuff and gods stuff scattered through - most of it we know already from Bobby's. Also a bunch of balony text. But there was a couple dozen copies of that," he points at Cas' hands with his pizza tip, "so we figured we should see what else was down there that might be useful."

He joins Cas by the map printouts, newspaper clippings, highlighted notes and online article stubs. He watches as Cas traces delicate fingers over the black leather and gold-embossed spine. There's something about the way he handles it - with such care, and hesitation. It's a little odd, but then again he did kinda the same thing with Chuck's books, too. Only this time he hasn't even opened it.

"It's a graphic novel," Dean explains, "Words and images in a badass, super freaky, pretty damn cool comic strip setup." He'd been more impressed by it than Sam. Apparently his brother's passion for all things Geek was another thing that'd been left behind. It's one thing Dean never thought he'd miss.

Cas is still regarding the ripples in the leather when Dean's pocket vibrates. "You find somethin'?" The last thing he expects to hear are the words Demon and Blood, but measured against the bar of strangeness and crappy circumstance that is their lives, Dean's not as freaked out as he probably should be.

Soulless Sam, Heaven at war with itself, Purgatory existing, Angelic pizza-men.. Anything's possible these days.

"What about Demon Blood?" Cas must feel Dean's eyes on him because he looks up to pay attention. Dean nods along, shakes his head, wishes he had that spare Johnny to wash down the news. "Yeah, okay. Grab what you can. Forget finding a new case, we'll head to Bobby's in the morning." Hanging up, Dean can feel Cas' eyes on him. "Apparently, St. Bruno's has a book on demons we haven't seen before. Says somethin' about Demon blood relating to Purgatory, but he can't read much of it. Says it's in 'some kind of code'," and Dean shakes his head away from the shadowy thought of just how much of 'Sam' is really left.

Code-breaking? He used to do that shit for fun, at breakfast, before Dean had even poured his first cup of coffee. Now he.. can't? Or he's just not interested? Dean's not sure which is worse.

Cas' face steals back to Angelness, all signs of wariness painted over with a blank canvas. He glances at the clock, oddly, and places the book gently down on the nightstand. "I have to go."

And it's not like Dean expected him to stay, but it would've been nice. Least he brought pizza. "Yeah, okay. We'll keep in touch, let you know what we find."

Cas nods, and Dean can tell he's about to I Dream of Jeannie it outta there, so he quickly adds, "―You too, you hear me? Don't be a stranger." They lock eyes for a moment, and it feels like old times. "Thanks for the pizza."

With a tilted trace of a smile, Cas nods again, softer. "Be careful, Dean."

The fridge kicks on as invisible wings take flight. An owl hoots somewhere outside, waiting for an answer. It's suddenly quiet and the room feels empty in a way it hadn't before. Lonely.

He flicks on the old box set, turns some late night movie low, and snags the pizza box along with the little black book to settle down in the neatly made bed, tossing his duffel aside.

HP Lovecraft may have some relevance to what they're dealing with, but for now he just reads for the hell of it. To get lost in it; someplace else, somehow familiar. It's a clue, a step in the right direction, hopefully. And though it's not exactly a comfort, there's something grounding in knowing the answers are out there, somewhere. They just gotta keep looking.

There's fiction and there's reality, and sometimes the impossible is what's real. Sometimes it's a nightmare instead of a dream. That's the Hunter life. Figuring out what's dark fantasy and what's really lurking in the shadows.

No Lisa, no Ben. No Sam, even if he walked through that door right now. Bobby three states away. Cas off at war.

He's got pizza and Lovecraft's Cosmicism and Mitchum on the grainy tube. It's not everything, but it's enough. With any luck he'll dream of something better, something more. Probably the best he can hope for, really: if he can't have a better life, dreams might be the closest he ever gets.

But as long as he gets his four hours, he'll manage, dreams (or nightmares) or no.

The telltale pitter-patter of rain starts in, grows steadily heavier as the pages turn, the black-and-white noir futzing and pizza filling him, making him sleepy. He drifts off to the flicker of blue neon through the tear in the curtain by his bed, distantly wishing he'd removed his boots or at least his belt; it's digging into him, but he knows on the plus side he'll be ready to jump up and fight if something goes bump in the night.

Just another night in the Hunter's life.

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cainov · 5 years ago

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nonbinary — ever hear people say CAIN ROMANOV looks a lot like BILL SKARSGARD? I think HE/THEY is about 24, so it doesn’t really work. The ANTIQUE BOOKSHOP OWNER has lived in Livingstone for TWENTY-FOUR YEARS. They can be RIGHTEOUS, but they can also be EVASIVE. I think CAIN might be A SHEEP. ( snot goblin. 20. EST. she/they. )

hi hello ... decided 2 bring in my son ... my soft boy ... my light ... some of u may know him from watershed but ! here he is again ! forced upon u all. please love him as i’m very fragile. ** i’ve changed parts of his bio so !! if u think u knew all the deetz ,,, but please be warned that it’s PRETTY HEAVY STUFF !!

pleathe LIKE this to PLOT and i promise i will not abandon u all like the other times usfdg

TW: CULT LIFE, HEROIN USAGE / ADDICTION, DRUG ADDICTION / USE / ABUSE, EMOTIONAL MANIPULATION, ABUSE, MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES ( PTSD, ANXIETY ). if i forgot anything PLEASE tell me !!

a e s t h e t i c s

dangling limbs from tree branches, yellowed book pages, opened bottles of vintage wine, oversized sweaters and deep under eyes, bleached denim, worn leather gloves, cat hair against black cloth, fields of wheat, broken windows, descending staircases, tight-lipped smiles during public appearances, golden skies, light spilling from windows, stumbling over one’s own words, wire-framed beds, linens, wool scarves, making the wrong decisions; running, from others and yourself.

general information !!

full name: cain alexei romanov

nickname(s): cock and ball torture, N/A

b.o.d. - feb 19th, fuckin pisces

label(s): the fallen, the phoenix, the crestfallen, etc. etc.

height: 6′4″ jfc

hometown: livingstone, VT babey !!

sexuality: bi…? bi. yes. bi.

stats

biography !!

the eldest to vermont senator vaughn romanov and philanthropist adelaide romanov - they were born into a life of privilege in a very prominent family. they’re the eldest of five.

with this background in mind - cain was taught to be the perfect citizen, the golden child, the all american ( willfully ignoring the fact that his father came from russian immigrants ) son. they were obedient, always staying within line.

several expectations for them included joining clubs at school such as model UN, debate, DECA, etc., sports (soccer, track, basketball, lacrosse - all throughout the years), student government (class president for at least one year), and maintaining a GPA status valedictorian-worthy.

was made to volunteer on the weekends at homeless shelters and food banks - to show the community how much of a gem he was, a darling - a perfect member of society.

his eagerness to impress pleased his parents and thus, he never had a problem with them. life was good for them. they attended church on sundays, sometimes wednesdays, did everything as a family. dinners and christmas photoshoots and new years eve parties, easter egg hunts and family reunions.

lived northside, not on the beach but close enough to it - a big fancy, seven bedroom, eight bath, two fireplaces and an expansive dining room - no pool, but a sturdy treehouse made by scratch.

his ~model citizen~ persona was just that - a persona, a charade. in the community and his family, cain was a hardworking citizen who upheld standards to follow. to classmates - from elementary school all the way to college - cain was the worst.

they were arrogant, harrowing, an outright bully who tore down others when he felt like it, often unprovoked - they were the senator’s son, and a rich one at that - rules never applied to him because of his father and their family’s presence in the community. tattlers faced more consequences than cain ever did.

was the sort of person who’d genuinely look down at somebody if they had less than him. a narcissistic dickhead who cared about two or three people, tops, outside of his family. he was never physically violent, nor did he raise his voice - but that was what’s made it worse. cain spewed his classist bullshit with ease.

his best friends since childhood have been brooks hunter and michael green - a very troublesome trio based on their mutual love for power highs.

only redeeming quality back then was probably their protectiveness over his siblings - wasn’t the best person, but family was family.

went into political science + business to please their father, mainly - everything they’d been taught growing up was essentially to build them into a perfect little presidential candidate.

probably joined a frat though didn’t participate in parties too often - known for keeping his composition even when others resorted to violence, because he never liked to leave a bad press image. this attitude was the same when it came to parties and other ... taboo subjects,

sometime during college, two important things happened.

the first one was that he became a middleman / broker / whatever you’d like to call it. wasn’t producing product, but wasn’t dealing it. was the middleman, the connection between producers and dealers. it was for fun - never for profit. very hush-hush.

the second is that he met earl and may meyers. they were fellow volunteers at a thanksgiving food drive, and the older couple were immediately drawn to cain - and him to them, essentially. to this day he can’t tell you what about them had been so appealing. just, the air around them was something else entirely. some would probably call it unhinged, some would call it comforting. they were kind folks, very down to earth, very religious and warmhearted. they liked his name being cain a whole lot; told him that he reminded him of their late son.

it was the beginning of his senior year in college for cain - a few years after he’d gotten started in the drug business - the couple volunteered more and more at the same places that cain would, the same times, almost as if they were learning his schedule. in retrospect, it was odd, but cain had never thought to suspect the elderly of anything ... deceiving. kept talking to them and it became a genuine friendship.

a few months into it, the couple started talking about the sin of wealth - god choosing only a select few when he cleanses the earth - only the worthiest souls - eventually they’d gotten into the rhythm of claiming cain was special. they could see he would be selected - see it in his aura, in their dreams - god personally speaking to to them, etc. etc.

it was ... oddly appealing to cain - like, maybe i am being constrained by capitalism and disappointing god - even though it had felt nearly ridiculous - it seeped into his mind.

this was essentially the result of emotional manipulation over a period of time - cain unsuspecting, unwilling to believe that he could be manipulated - always so sure in himself.

earl and may told him that they were going to leave livingstone - that there were so many more who had the same ideals as them, that it was time to join them - that it was time to prepare. cain held off from it, at first - having just graduated.

he had so much in livingstone - loyal companions and a close-knit family, a blooming side-business and a long-term girlfriend and an engagement ring burning in his pocket. he was still the same boy - cruel without cause. but he’d found himself surrounded by others, anyway.

within a month of newfound freedom - cain had a change of heart. the third most important event in his life had happened.

it was an average day - june, hot enough that sweat stuck to your skin, but not hot enough that you weren’t glad for it. a family bbq the entire day - relatives from all around - cain had been cleaning up with his mother when, out of nowhere, she had broken down in sobs.

essentially - after a long ... discussion, cain learned that they were not his father’s son.

in a fit of petty anger towards the beginning of their marriage, adelaide had cheated on vaughn. the result was cain.

it was the sort of news that breaks a person. his entire life - he idolized his parents, done everything they’d ever expect of him - let them mold him into whatever they pleased. to find out that his mother - a woman who, he had previously believed, could never tell a lie in her life - was a liar, and that his father - the man he looked up to most as a child - didn’t share the same blood as him.

cain unraveled. that week. several altercations, both sober and drunk - landing in county jail overnight - only to disappear without notice on june 21st, 2018.

it was treated as a missing persons’ case, the first week or so - until it had been determined that cain left on his own accord, then it was dropped much to the dismay of his family.

BEGINNING OF CULT / DRUG / MOST OF THE TRIGGER WARNINGS

only earl and may knew where cain went - because they had left together, cain’s last minute decision. cain’s mistake. the fourth most important thing to happen to him.

only hours away from livingstone - on the border between new york and vermont and not nearly far away as cain would had liked - was the cult’s location. they wore white linens and cotton - never mixed, and technology had been abandoned. prayers and daily chores.

it felt ... natural, at first - for the first three months - it was grand, in the beginning, peaceful, mind-clearing. they treated him differently - as if he were something special, as if his birth was a gift - a sign from the heavens above. cain come to undo his past’s damage. a leader, perhaps. the longer he stayed - the more apparent it became that he wasn’t who they had long waited for.

once they began slipping up - the members became displeased with him and punishments occurred - sometimes once a week, sometimes multiple. the memories are suppressed, for the most part - but they can’t forget the hands. pulling, and tugging, and gripping, and begging - asking him to repent, please, repent - head held underwater, counting seconds until his vision goes out - pulled out gasping and sobbing. it repeats in their mind - each day blurring into one another.

once he started reacting violently - they found ways to subdue him.

heroin intake - little by little, everyday - enough to leave him in a high he wouldn’t remember - enough to burn a hole through his memory.

with memories becoming dimmer each day - cain managed to sneak paper and pencil into his ~living arrangement~ and he wrote everyday - wrote as much as he could remember about livingstone, about his family, about his life before. sometimes he couldn’t remember what he’d written previously.

when these were found - it had been the final straw. they had dragged him, kicking and screaming and mind-numbingly high into place - a twisted reenactment / retelling of the mark of cain and a brand of the mark burnt permanently into his skin right above his heart - forehead not an option due to difficulties fully subduing cain (he bit them).

left to die in the middle of woods afterwards, with nothing but his writing and the clothes on his back - cain shouldn’t had had the strength to go on - but they did. they didn’t know what day it was - really, what year it was - but cain got up and cain ran. and cain, obviously, survived.

it was pure luck that cain had run into a truck driver who wasn’t doubling as a murderer - one who took him to the hospital - who essentially, gave cain another chance to live. cain was found on june 21st, 2019.

END OF CULT / DRUG / MOST OF THE TRIGGER WARNINGS. PROCEED WITH CAUTION. STILL MENTIONS OF TRAUMA / MENTAL HEALTH / RECOVERY / ADDICTION BEYOND THIS POINT.

immediately reunited by his family - everything went very fast. he couldn’t recognize his youngest sibling, but couldn’t remember why he’d left in the first place. couldn’t remember the name of his girlfriend, but the color of her hair and the way she smelled.

put into therapy and recovery for their addiction - vaughn romanov makes his announcement that he’s running for the 2020 election the day after cain is found and brought home. they’re not expected to be alright within a few weeks of therapy - but cain feels restrained, in a way - confined to the role he’d always had to play. expected to up, and continue with life as if he hadn’t endured an extremely traumatizing year.

is essentially forced to stay in livingstone for the time being - but cain has taken a few things into his own hands. they’ll go to therapy, work on their recovery - but, having no further interest in what he’d gotten a degree in - has decidedly bought himself an antique bookshop off of the owner looking to retire, and has taken shelter in the apartment above it.

with their four cats, of course. his parents agreed - purely to give him the space to recover whilst keeping him close to them. if only he hadn’t found recovery to be most helpful in the form of pills - his old business now turned into a way for him to get what he believes will make him better.

personality !!

to clarify - cain is no longer the douchebag they once were. kind of .. learned to be a better person with his entire experience - mostly a lot of self-blaming that boils down to karma and deserving what happened to him.

he’d always been a pretty ... quiet, person - even with the massive ego - but now, cain’s ... quieter. kinder, if not a little sarcastic. distant and not much for parties - that never changed - but it’s more of a ... restrictive, distance, than one of comfort.

smokes weed but rarely drinks - as if it’d make a difference with the pills addiction he’s using to battle his heroin one.

like mentioned - they’ve got four cats. that’s their personality. had two of ‘em before he’d disappeared, and just got the other two probably ... yesterday, tbh. they’re named frank (big chungus when yelled - white and gray), brock (orange. fluffy. stoic. devours food.), shoelace (black-furred and missing an eye), and crunchwrap supreme (crunch for short, calico with bent ears).

probably has photos of their cats in his wallet.

parents help pay for the cost of owning the bookshop - though cain’s expected to fully take on the financial responsibility when he’s ‘well again’.

their memory is fucked. forgets a lot of things - short term, long term, it’s a struggle. managed to keep the notes they used to take back at the cult - so it helps, but not always. forgets dates, faces, names, events. he wakes up sometimes and doesn’t know where they are.

they don’t sleep a lot, regardless - night terrors came with his trauma, and in an attempt to avoid ‘em, they don’t really ... sleep. only a few hours each night because it gets so bad.

cain suffers from severe touch aversion. skin-to-skin contact of any sort is enough to send them into an intense panic attack. they wear leather gloves more often than not, in an attempt to combat it without hindering them too much. not the biggest fan of body contact in general, even with clothes - but it won’t send him into a panic like bare skin will. makes it obvious from the get-go that he doesn’t like physical contact if somebody gets too close.

also dealing with ptsd and attends therapy every week - therapist recommended he kept writing after looking at his notes - so he does, keeps an entire journal where they write and like ... sketch a little, because it helps them cope. means more to them than it would seem.

they’re pretty blunt. won’t go out of their way to announce that they joined a cult, hence the disappearance - but won’t lie about their disappearance if the topic comes to it. cain doesn’t like delusions, doesn’t like secrets - doesn’t like unnecessary attention, either.

being said uh ... cain sort of hates the new division ? anything that resembles a cult, he instantly hates. hates the watershed app too.

being in town keeps cain anxious, because they’re aware they’ve wronged a good amount of people - but it’s hard to remember who, and what, and when, and why - and it’s just. an entire ordeal of figuring out how to ... redeem himself to multiple people.

screwed over a lot of people when they left ! from their plugs / customers to their ex-girlfriend who they are, undeniably, still in love with - you can’t forget that feeling - to his friends.

isn’t ... aware that michael is in prison. isn’t aware that kieran is dead. hasn’t been told yet.

is high often ! says it’s just weed but ... it’s not !

hates cars and swimming and crowds - hates feeling trapped and will avoid it when possible. doesn’t want to be seen as unsociable, but it’s difficult.

climbs trees when overwhelmed and needs a space to think - has a tall tree right outside of the window of his apartment, on the side opposite of the street if that makes sense ?? can be found there often. like - won’t leave a conversation to go climbin’ but. y’know.

feels the need to redeem themself to ... everybody, really. wants to avoid conflict and wants to be a better person - they’re trying really hard but not everybody believes them.

really .. wouldn’t be surprised if people from livingstone were suspicious of cain, for whatever reason - they don’t have the best track record anymore !

they’ve got a stutter that developed as a result of the trauma - their voice is damaged from screaming a lot. working on being less self-conscious about it, thinks there’s more important things to worry about. in general cain looks ... gaunt, too thin, generally unhealthy.

they can still definitely hold a conversation, and like i said they’re pretty…lowkey. soft, sort of. generally a quiet person and while they’re not the most social, they won’t be a direct asshole or anything. likes people! just…has low energy.

goes by he/they, doesn’t really care which one as he alternates pretty frequently.

very happy with being the owner of a bookshop - especially antique. feels more genuine than political science or whatever.

got really into the investigation of the cult he was part of - they got uncovered and arrested due to cain’s escape but there’s still branches out there - you could call him obsessed. willing to stick his nose where he shouldn’t, even though he really ... really shouldn’t.

wanted connections !!

so first and foremost - people who he’s grown up with his entire life. people he’s just. wronged. people who idolized him - people who envied him, who despised him, etc. etc.

would love ! a good amount of antagonistic connections because it fits the bill.

exes he’s dumped, old hookups, ex-friends, people he got into an argument with / fought before he disappeared last year.

ex-gf would be gr8 ! thanks ! will be holding american-idol-esque auditions.

any prominent families in livingstone that his family would know. family friends - family rivals. his siblings.

people he’s trying to redeem himself to - trying to prove his worth, that he’s better now. y’know.

old clients that he left in the dust !

people from his frat - people he used to go to the occasional party with.

people angry at cain, still. just. so mad. pissed completely.

some good ol’ reconnecting / reconciliation plots ! i’m a slut for slowburn friendships. enemies to friends.

people he used 2 bully.

wholesome shit, angst shit. i said slowburns but i love them. friends to enemies. enemies to bigger enemies. anything.

no. hookups. please. only previous encounters. nothing in the present. for obvious reasons.

except MAYBE sexual tension but the kind that hurts. maybe a fun, casual sexting thing. they’ve got needs too.

people who just hate his dad b/c politicians suck !

i imagine a lot of conversations between him n other people start out ... aggressive, because they’re mad at him. :/

people who are soft for them ?? people who are hard on him ?? make his life difficult but also uwu him.

i’ll rly take anything !! just like this so i can slither in !!

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mr-mormons-adventures · 6 years ago

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Week 59!

Hey everyone! So some stuff happened this week that I'm sure you're all going to be surprised at. But I'm not gonna put it here, just so that you all have to read the rest of my email! Ha! Tuesday: Tuesday was a slow day. We didn't really have much going on in the morning, but by the afternoon we got rolling a bit more. We had a lot of old uncontacted referrals to try by, so we went and stopped by them. The reason we had so many was because the mission secretary went through our area book records and sent back to us anyone with "member" as reason we found them and changed their type to uncontacted referral. So we had a few people to find. Then in the evening we made some invitations for the special Christ-centered sacrament meeting on the 23rd of December. Then the elders in the Wentzville area came over so we could start our exchanges the next day. Wednesday: This is where things get a little crazy. We got a call from President Bateman at about 8:00 in the morning, and he asked how comfortable I was in the area. Didn't matter, because he was moving Elder Gent to a new area. We had 2 hours to get him packed and get him to the mission office 30min away. So we rushed a bit. We got there on time, then waited for my new companion to show up. My new companion is Elder Jones! He's from California, and he's been out for about 18 months now. However, we weren't even going to be able to spend the day getting to know each other, since we had already planned exchanges. I went with Elder Boyter, our district leader, for the day. Our main thing we did was we went to St. Charles, which wasn't even in our zone, to help with a big service project that the zone leaders asked us to help out with. There was a member over there who was filling a 26' semi trailer full of secondhand clothing to go to Africa. So we spent about 3 hours filling it, throwing 5 and 10lb bags of clothes forever. My back hurt a lot the next day, let me tell you. Then he took all the missionaries that helped (about 10 of us) out to eat at a local BBQ place. We got back to our area in time to make a few calls and then to go to a dinner appointment with a member family. After dinner we went to go run a short errand, then went about our normal missionary work for the night. All in all, it was a crazy night and I was glad for it to be over. Thursday: Thursday was a wild ride as well, but it wasn't nearly as bad. We spent the morning getting Elder Jones situated in his new apartment. We went to Walmart to get him some food and stuff to get set up, then came and did a few computer things to organize some more referrals we had received. After that, we had lunch, a study session together, then we went out to a zone meeting with President and Sister Bateman, which was basically our president interviews this transfer. We talked about all the usual stuff, but with a new look on things that I really enjoyed. We had dinner with a member family, then after dinner we were scheduled to go out with a member and contact some people. But, I didn't know what he looked like. And neither did Elder Jones. So we got to the church at the appointed time, but kinda awkwardly walked around the building until the member approached us and asked if we were in his ward. We laughed and apologized and told him what was going on, then we went out to contact those people. Friday: Friday was weekly planning, but it's a bit difficult to do when neither of you know the area or who was being previously taught. We went to the church to do our planning, and mostly it was looking through who had been taught most recently and setting up a ton of appointments with people, or trying to at least. We went out to eat with some other elders, then came back and did the usual device auditing and stuff. After weekly planning, we met with a returning less-active member to read some scriptures with him. Then we had the ward Christmas party, which was hilarious and awesome. We did a 12 days of Christmas song with a bunch of random stuff. The 2nd day was "two missionaries knocking" so we just knocked on our table when it was our turn. We did record it all, but it might be a bit big. I'll probably just send it to my mom and you can check her Facebook or something for it. Saturday: Saturday was a pretty fun day. Elder and Sister Erickson, a senior couple in the mission office, stopped by to drop off some copies of the Book of Mormon, since we had basically none. I also got a package from the amazing Tim! Thank you Timmy! After they left we went out to try to find some people to contact, but didn't have much success before lunch. After we had lunch and companionship study, we went and texted a bunch of people who had sent in names as referrals to our zone leaders. Between texting all of them and setting up appointments, that took us all the way to dinner. We had dinner on our own, then had an appointment with the Payne family. They had some people they wanted to give out a copy of the Book of Mormon to, so we stopped by to deliver them plus a short spiritual message. Sunday: Sunday we woke up and got ready for ward council, but we were a little bit late, because we didn't know what room it was in. So we just walked around the building until we saw someone who might know, asked them, and they directed us to the right room. That was good. Then we had our usual church services. In all of the craziness that has been the last few weeks, I totally forgot that church is gonna be two hours long next year. Weird. But exciting! Anyway, after church we met with our ward mission leader for a bit, then went out to try a few more potentials in the area. Dinner was brought to us by a member with sick kids, then after dinner we kept trying to contact potentials, and we did manage to set up an appointment with a part member family, so that will be fun! That was my week! It's been a crazy one for sure. Maybe someday after my mission I'll look back and try to see which one of my weeks was the craziest. I'm sure this one will be top 3. I hope you all are going to have a wonderful Christmas, and that you're all trying to stay warm! Love you all! Love,Elder Brown

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The Rambling Man Travel Review: Athens, GA

The Rambling Man. Travel Review: Athens, Ga The Classic City!

It is like going back in time, my personal portal to the past. Yes, it is a trip back to the college town I called home for 4 plus years. But, Athens will always be a place that conjures up life’s best feelings: love, passion, soul, heartache, and be so much more than a weekend getaway.

I arrive Friday November 9th, landing at Atlanta / Hartsfield International Airport. Athens is 50-60 miles Northeast of Hot Lanta, so I have a Hertz Rental Car in my future. Yep, I am rocking a white Ford Fusion to embark on this trip. I hop on 85 North, hit the 316 East, and I arrive in Athens in no time. As I approach my past, my present rolls down the window. My first test upon arriving into any new town, I must take a smell test of any city. I gulp in the air, and the South in general, but Athens specifically has its own smell. It is late fall, the air still warm. I smell water, soil, humid days, and the trees. You can see the many plants, you can smell the many trees. The many plants again near hibernation, a yearly tradition renewed as Fall turns to Winter.

And that could be the theme, a ritual renewed, of this weekend getaway. I have rambled into and out of Athens many times. I ramble into a town where every street light reveals a picture in reverse, to quote the great REM. Athens own REM… I am rambling into a weekend ritual renewed.

Where to start? How about an early afternoon stroll of campus? My accommodations at the Hilton Garden Inn, on E. Washington St. in downtown Athens, make the walk over to the University of Georgia campus darn right easy. My destination is North Campus, adjacent to Broad St. and directly South of downtown and Broad St. You will see the entrance to campus, and will be greeted by The Arch. But be for warned, Georgia Bulldog lore has it that only graduates can walk under the arch, those who dare walk under The Arch without a degree will suffer great sexual dysfunction. This may be a rumor, but, hey now, don’t mess with Southern Folklore if you ask me, especially when considering The Arch was molded in 1857. The University of Georgia, it is an old place, established in 1785. And, to me in my humble opinion, helps to explain my theme…. Because going to Athens, it is a tradition unlike any other, a ritual renewed.

Talk about walkability… North Campus on the campus of the University of Georgia is absolutely fantastic, offering young, hopeful faces, vintage buildings, historic sights, and sounds of hope hovering all around. After the flight, the walk gets my heart pumping. I play some REM, Widespread Panic, and Futurebirds to take in some of Athens Music royalty on my walk. Well, they are not quite all royalty yet, but I am taking in a concert tonight at the Athens historic legend itself, The Georgia Theatre. And, hum baby, I get a chance to see the band Futurebirds. Oddly, and without notice, I am in touch with my 19-year old former self. I am traveling in time tonight?

So hungry, I start to chew on my Red and Black ball cap. Food is right around the bend, but I have a few errands to run prior to catching a meal on the Rooftop Bar and the Futurebirds show at the Georgia Theatre.

It has been a long travel day, and if I did not get in the walk, I would have never been able to jump back into the rental car. It is a quick errand, a brief drive. I stop by the Package Store, somehow this is terminology for a place to buy liquor in the South. I pick up a bottle of Jim Beam and a 2 Liter bottle of Coke. The only thing missing… Picking up a copy of Leonard’s Losers. Leonard Postero was a native of Athens, Georgia, known for his syndicated radio show, Leonard's Losers. He was a 1943 graduate of the University of Georgia and served as an aviator in the United States Navy from 1943–45.

Leonard handicapped football games and provided a pamphlet, at the time. one could pick up at the Package Store. I picked up a copy quite often late on Friday’s in the Fall, and it 20-years later brings motivation and joy as I, in a similar vain of the great Leonard, pick my own Loser’s through my Las Vegas Larry’s Losers Podcast. Check it out… But remember, nobody does it like Leonard, a true Athens legend. We miss ya..

My errands continue, a stop at the Old Apartment. I am literally living a Barenaked Ladies song, The Old Apartment. Yes, this is where we used to live… Not much has changed, maybe some new paint. It is as if time stands still. I walk up the stairs to the outdoor patio, my eyes see what we used to see. The pine trees willow softly under the soft November sun. My car is still running, it may have been two minutes of my time, but the drive by of the old apartment is priceless.

I ramble on, rambling back to the hotel, a fiv- minute drive back East towards campus and downtown. I grab ice on my way up to my room, I drink two tall glasses of Jim Beam and coke. The TV is kept quiet, as I sit in silence. The perspective of life, ever changing. Travel can bring emotions, so can going back in time, but I don’t have time to think. I have a quick walk over to the Georgia Theatre for dinner!! I bark out loud in a weird ritual almost getting in some practice prior to barking all day tomorrow for the big game in town.

It is sweatshirt weather, a crisp fall night. I sit upon a most perfect sunset and spectacular views of Athens. The lights of space fuse to the Rooftop Bar, as I order the Pimento Cheese appetizer and a Purple Haze cold beer. I fold one beer to the next, before eventually heading down to the music venue which sits just beneath my feet.

The Band starts to play, and all is right in the world. It’s Friday night…. And a Friday night in Athens, by almost any definition features live music.

Stars were still coming from my eyes as dawn broke. It is a football Saturday morning in the Fall in Athens Georgia. But, hot dog, what a great show last night. I pull myself out of bed, quickly rotating my head in every direction to locate my water bottle. I see the leftover food I picked up after the show, Little Italy Pizzeria on Lumpkin. Little Italy Pizzeria is Athens in a pizza box. Let us not forget, Athens is a college town. And, late night cheezy, gooy pizza is just what the Professor orders after some live music and some beers at the Georgia Theatre.

The game is in a few hours, and my schedule is a bit tight, so I improvise a walk that is efficient on time. I start my walk from the hotel and walk South on Milledge Ave. The sidewalk below my running shoes has seen many footprints over the years, the traffic is moderate, and the sights and sounds are fantastic. To a degree, Milledge Ave., despite being a fairly major North / South thoroughfare, is the home to many college sororities. The antebellum homes turned Sorority Row is fairly intense and full of viewing pleasure, especially on a game day. And, frankly, this is what I mean by getting to know a city on an intimate level by walking its city streets. This walk is Southern Tradition, beauty, tradition, excitement, and a nice flat walk with a sidewalk to keep you safe.

I meet up with a few old pals that made the trip into town for the game, Mike, Wayne, and Mark. Wayne has a friend with a tailgate, so we plan on experiencing one of the best possible experiences known to man, a tailgate prior to a football game in Athens. GA. This is quintessential Classic City, college town, out of this world unique to Athens, and a must activity to truly understand why Athens is one of America’s premier cities and college towns.

We grill out and feast on Pork Shoulder with a white BBQ sauce. Some chicken chili was in the Crock Pot, and a big bucket of boiled shrimp and cocktail sauce sit on a table full of tailgate treats. I sip on another Jim Beam and coke, we talk football and get loud.

\The Georgia Bulldogs beat the Auburn Tigers, my friends and I ring the bell on North Campus, we then bar hop in downtown. The town is happy, winning big SEC football games in November over one of it’s biggest rivals can do that to a town in the South, and the happiness is obvious. This makes for a raucous and fun night of celebration. At times, yes, this old cowboy felt like the oldest cowboy in the room, but beating one of these young Millennials in a game of darts had me feeling spry. Bar games, what a country? Give me shuffle board, darts, corn hole, billiards… Downtown Athens can accommodate your inner bar game enthusiasm. And the late, late night scene… That scene can get you in trouble….

I wake up early Sunday to catch the early Service at Friendship Presbyterian Church. I would be remiss to leave out that the South is the Bible Belt for a reason. And, the glory of a Sunday Service in the South is a most unique experience and education. Regardless of faith, something good exists in the feeling one gets upon leaving church on a Sunday morning.

I grab breakfast at the Last Resort Grill, a must see event visit into A-Town. This place is so spectacular I would live in Athens full time just to go to the Last Resort every Sunday for brunch after church. I eat the Sunday Standard, two eggs any way you like ‘em, served with grilled new potatoes, crispy applewood-smoked bacon & one of their homemade scones. For the grand sum of $8.95 cents plus tip, I eat like a king in the company of scholars and the kind hearted. What a country to ramble city sidewalks and midnight streets, Athens is a true one of a kind college town.

I head South in my Rental Car on Milledge Ave to the State Botanical Garden of Georgia and I walk the picturesque landscape lost in thought and music. The Botanical Gardens are huge and make up several hundred acres, so it was most east to get lost in the beauty of a Sunday.

I arrive back at the hotel, tired. I turn on a movie in my hotel room, and I order takeout from Donna Chang’s before I hit the shower. The shower’s warm water brings me back to the future, I have a long trip home tomorrow.

But it truly did not matter where I was, what I was eating or drinking at this point. I was happy, most content. The stars of Athens Georgia again are overhead, as I dream a little dream on a Sunday night in mid-November, a ritual renewed.

What is the soul of Athens, Georgia? It is the whispers of REM, Widespread Panic, the B 52’s, Drive by Truckers, Dayroom, Futurebirds keeping you comfortable every step of the way. It is tailgating prior to a Big Game. It is the ghosts on North Campus hiding in the past. It is going to church on Sunday. It is a cocktail and a night out at the Georgia Theatre. It is the people who make the Last Resort EPIC. It is, however, a place where you can be who you truly are without judgement or prejudice. It is the Classic City!!

Scores: Walkability: 9 of 10 Drinkability: 9 of 10 Eatability: 9 of 10 Dudeability: 8 of 10

Can you catch a fish near or close to Athens? Yes, several bass lakes, creeks, rivers to fish. Can you hunt? Yes, area well known for deer hunting, bird hunting.

We Ramble On… Next Week, Santa Cruz, CA… We head to the beach bro…

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summer tour 2018 - days 1 - 4

welp tumblr i am back again with a new tour recap!!! people liked this last time so here i am i guess

this tour recap is mostly for my own reasons. there’s something different about documenting something life-changing and important to yourself on a social media site you’ll probably be subject to visiting again without trying, as opposed to writing it by hand which hurts after a while or in a word document that you’ll never open.

my band with sails ahead just embarked on our longest tour ever. 11 shows, no off days. we somehow still got sleep, ate well (and went broke for it), and didn’t get sick. it wasn’t perfect every night, but it was still rewarding even in the smallest possible ways.

i decided to recap this across several posts as an easier way to read everything instead of one long one that would serve as a painful, arduous read. so here are days 1-4.

day 1 - asbury

our tour kicked off in asbury, so we were home for our first day. it was sort of difficult to get in the mindset for tour but once destination dimension arrived i was good.

in asbury i always passed this storage trailer-looking building with palm trees all around it. it turns out it’s called outpost city, and it’s an oasis for touring musicians to come hang out while on the road. it’s invite-only (i think?? PLEASE check me), and we were contacted a week before tour started to go check it out. i already promised work i was going to work a full day my last day but hooooly we could not turn this down. this place had a lounge area, a small demo studio, free wifi, and a general store with product placed in there by brands that you could grab FOR FREE. as long as we tagged the brands on all of our social media the stuff was ours. we spent a few hours there before the brewery show and it was really fun. i had to do work the whole time as a result of leaving work early haha, but i still enjoyed it a lot.

Photo: Julie Yi Photography

the brewery show was awesome. i didn’t play the greatest set so i was super bummed haha, at least i don’t think, but we had a great turnout. the line-up was awesome and we got to see a lot of friends. sound was amazing and as always the brewery is just the coolest venue. really grateful we could finally play here. i was so glad people showed up early to see destination dimension so that they at least had a crowd. a lot of my friends cared about making it in time for them which was nice of them. it was incredibly weird to have ryan watch us while another drummer was playing with us, we all felt so bad. we were so distraught leading up to this tour about him not joining us due to his carpal tunnel, but we had no choice. our friend and fill-in drummer matt shindle killed it and the show made us excited for the rest of the run. i think i said a cool and inspiring thing that made everyone yell very excitedly but then i followed it up with some lame shit so it ruined the moment lmao.

Photo: Julie Yi Photography

i returned back to my house in brick with destination dimension and jeremiah came with so that we had one more night together before i left. i was feeling a little better about leaving but i wouldn’t actually be excited until we were finally in the van.

day 2 - falls church, va

after waking up mad early on like 5 hours of sleep only, i got ready to leave as julie was dropped off at my house to drive up to bandago together. i cried as jeremiah said goodbye to me because i’m a big dumb baby and never ever spend time apart from him haha.

the drive to virginia took forever. i was so exhausted but for some reason it was impossible to sleep in the van. and then i led us to the wrong holiday inn; our actual hotel was so far that we just had to check in late and go straight to the show. the vfw was actually a pretty cool spot. it was nice to be in falls church again; the last time i was there was when i was a kid and my aunt and uncle lived in an apartment way before they had my cousins.

Photo: Julie Yi Photography - us with pulses, destination dimension and a couple members of timberbrooke!

turnout wasn’t huge at all (a pattern that would repeat itself lmao) but all of the bands were super nice. of course, we were extremely stoked to play with pulses. i felt bad because i kept screwing up faces, names and bands at first but it ended up being fine. our friends said i played more confidently this show than the night before but it didn't feel like that. i felt like i sounded like shit and i looked like an idiot lmao. on stage, there’s actually a million things going through my head while i'm singing. i almost wanted to throw the microphone at one point but can’t do that!!! i also apparently sounded better but i still have issues believing people when they say i sang well, because people lie to other musicians all the time and tell them they're great just to be polite. i warm up before every show and do diaphragm exercises but if my throat fucking feels like shit from my allergies and tight and dry there's nothing i can do. the humidifier doesn't help. there's not a day where i don't practice. i wish my body wasn't so unforgiving haha.

well the korean BBQ spot next door was cool lmao and there was a dog at the show. our hotel room was nice but the furniture was so oddly arranged. it was difficult to make room for the air mattresses but we made it work. i shouldn’t talk though because hotel rooms on tour are a luxury haha.

day 3 - greensboro, nc

the drive to greensboro was just a little stressful because of the torrential downpour, and a car accident happened right in front of us at one point lmao. but mostly, the drive was so serene and beautiful. we drove through the blue ridge mountains and listened to the new anthony green album. this is what i love about touring, getting to see these beautiful sights. i think i almost cried hahaha.

we arrived to greensboro and the block we were on for the gig had some sick spots. we got vegetarian food at this place called boba house. the food was incredible. and then the venue, new york pizza, had $3 craft beer!!! insane. i didn't drink the last tour and i said i wouldn't this time but i remembered we were going to be in a position to try some region-specific foods and beers, so i let myself have a sunshine gose from birdsong brewery after our set. it was soooo good. yeah funny thing was, i actually drank A LOT this tour. last tour i was super sheepish about it, but this time i was going to be in too many new places to not try local beers. it didn’t affect me as much as i thought it would but i believe it still did to *some*extent. i also couldn't resist the touch tunes juke box and helped myself to playing santana again like the last tour hahaha.

the turnout was decent but everyone the headlining band brought (and the band themselves) stood outside for every band. at one point joe went outside as we were about to go on and yelled at everyone saying “hey guys we drove a long way to play the show come inside” i was mortified lmao. sadly, you cannot make people care about you, they have to show interest on their own. BUT, obviously he was saying what we were all thinking. listening to a band play from outside the venue does not always mean you are paying attention to the bands. they didn't even come inside for one single song for any band. if you can’t make the people you bring stay for the bands, fine, but why play the show at all if you don’t care about the touring bands?

Photo: Julie Yi Photography

chris, the vocalist of destination dimension, was a huge huge help to me on tour. he gave me really great honest criticism and it helped me work on some bad habits i have while performing. i know i’m a big baby and all but i can take critique and i wish more of my musician friends were more honest with me. it shows they care because they don’t let me blindly wander around just repeating the same awful habits. for the first time i also wore both earplugs in while singing but it only lasted two songs. i know it’s foolish to not wear them, but i cannot stand how i sound with earplugs in, it fucks me up just as bad. i used to use earasers but i was sick of pissing away $40 everytime i lost them. and i'm not capable of not misplacing something, i know i'll lose them again. i wasn’t too happy with my performance this show either but the people watching us were cool and attentive. wes was so kind to hook the show up for us, and we loved the dudes in impersona. really fantastic band.

later that night shindle realized he left his laptop charger at the venue. we were using his laptop for interludes and his click tracks. it was too late to go back so we decided we’d go back in the morning before leaving to go back to charleston. but sadly the venue didn’t have it and we absolutely had to move on to the next city. i felt so bad. however we were able to make our tracks still work on my personal laptop that i brought.

day 4 - charleston, sc

charleston was a little rough lmao, but still fun. as always we arrived just in time to check in to our hotel, get food and pull up to the venue for load in. we stayed at a holiday inn, and we were hoping since it was a hotel that the room would be nice and big but it wasn't. the beds were huge though. after checking in we noted that a counter service-type grits restaurant was across the parking lot. i was going to try to only buy one meal per show day but it looked like the next day i'd be buying grits for breakfast haha.

it was an insanely hot day. in fact, the hottest day on tour. it was bad. it was at least 90 degrees or more out especially with the humidity but whatever, we were heading to the venue soon so we would hopefully find relief there. something i was ABSOLUTELY adamant about was that we ate cookout. for anyone who doesn't know, cookout is a chain based in the south that serves southern food and super cheap, filling meals. you can get a “tray” which is like one main meat or dish, two sides and a drink for $5.29. the tour package met there to eat before load in. stopping made us late, but there was no way in hell we weren't going and i was making sure of that lmao. and it was worth being a lil late i think, i think everyone liked it. santino bought twice the amount of the tray he ordered hahaha.

so we finally get to the venue, which is tua lingua - and

there's no

air

conditioning

we had zero idea this place had no central air. i had no idea the place didn't have it!!! but otherwise the venue was a very sick spot. like out of the blue in cambridge (rip), but much much bigger. they had numerous amazing art pieces, a dark room and an interactive bubble exhibit. the staff was very nice. we did our best to play the best set we could with the heat. at certain points it was even cooler outside the building because the hot air just wasn’t moving out. we almost cut our set short out of fear of not being able to handle the heat but we made it through. we also had to play without our tracks but that was fine. a couple people named jesse and fianna came to the show because they heard about it from the hemisphere facebook group!! so awesome. zacoma also made us a custom copy of their CD based off our tour marketing it was so fucking sweet of them!! i don’t have the photo of it otherwise i would have shared it but when i get it i’ll post it. them and hollow notes made the show a great one, i highly recommend both bands. i bet tua lingua is sooo sick to play in cooler weather just not in the summer haha.

photo credit: julie yi photography LOOK AT HOW SWEATY I AM.

because the show ended massively early (THE DREAM), i suggested going to the charleston waterfront since we had time to explore! santino was wary because the poor guy was starving, but he agreed to spending 30 minutes of walking around. so the tour package drove out to the waterfront/rainbow row and we walked around for a while. it was sooooo beautiful out, i was so happy to see the town again. a guy jumped in the pineapple fountain as we were dipping our feet in to dig for change and he was in there for an hour HAHA. we also ended up staying an hour because we were having so much fun. there was another fountain nearby you could actually walk through. maybe it wasn't actually allowed but there were no signs so whoops!! we went from just sticking our hands in the jets to santino and jaime sticking their whole fucking heads in i was screaming laughing hahaha. it was a very happy and pure moment.

on this tour i learned a lot of new things about santino, one of which is that he apparently really likes milk LMFAO. and we had to like run around to try to find somewhere open that would have milk and cookies but everyone settled for taco bell. we went back to the hotel to watch aggretsuko but netflix kept glitching and the screen would black out whenever subs were on the screen i was so pissed. but we enjoyed a very wonderful night of going to bed early.

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