#Cindy's face will forever be like :3

[gabycantart]

Milgram AU Cindy fanart^^

Kindergarten Milgram AU by @kgmilgramau

[forzaferraris]

PUPPY LOVE — po5

pairing: patricio o'ward x stella! reader summary: in which the dog got your attention first but the boy keeps you forever. warnings: tooth rotting fluff, sexual innuendos, inaccurate timeline of events, reader doesn't know much about indycar, arrow mclaren when i catch you arrow mclaren, pato and his fascination with calling reader hermosa, references to the art that is bax lurmans romeo + juliet film, love blooms in abu dhabi and blossoms further in miami. style: social media file faceclaim: isabllemathersx on instagram, however you can picture her as whoever you please authors note: trying a new formatting approach for fics with this one. this is fic number 2/3 of my 3 fanfic options i posted earlier. sorry if this is a little ooc for pato, i also original had thi based this instead of meeting at indycar but instead they meet at the 2023 abu dhabi grand prix instead ! add yourself to my taglist !

WELCOME TO YOU'VE GOT MAIL . . . find a match today !

would you like to send a message? YES / NO

you: what's your dogs name, right now >:( pato: his name is norbi why are you on a dating app? surely finding love isn't all that difficult for you? you: originally i did it to entertain my girls' group chat, but after every loser i've tried to meet "naturally" ultimately fumbling the bad so disrespectfully, why not take this dating app stuff a bit more seriously 🤷🏻‍♀️ pato: what are you even doing in abu dhabi anyway? you: how do you know im in abu dhabi? pato: this app is location-based, you wouldn't have been able to match with me if you weren't in the same location as me, plus you just confirmed it with that question. . . . seen 3 minutes ago

ynstella just posted to their story . . .

seen by racerbia, francisca.cgomes and 12,3009 others [ caption one: why did i say yes to coming to abu dhabi, shit is fucking hot ] [ caption two: abu dhabi gp, i'm here to make you my bitch ] [ caption three: your favourite duo back to cause trouble @/racerbia ] view more story replies . . . landonorris baby stella in the building ! ⤷ ynstella baby? lando norris i'm older than you ⤷ landonorris by like three whole months >:( ⤷ ynstella L + ratio + wrong + get a job + unfunny + you fell off + never liked you anyway + cope ⤷ ynstella im gonna curse the race, are we prepared for max verstappen 3x wdc ! ⤷ landonorris i'm literally going to to dob on you, you're being so mean rn >:( ⤷ ynstella you dirty little dibber dobber cindy !

alexandrasaintmleux prettiest girl <3 ⤷ ynstella says you i'm gonna smooch your face on that podium cmere mwah mwah mwah kissy kissy ⤷ alexandrasaintmleux stop got me blushing, charles it looking at me weird ⤷ ynstella he doesn't have to know baby girl x

francisca.cgomes you're so hot, if dating app hottie doesn't pull you i might ! ⤷ ynstella i'm blushing, flirting with the enemy, whatever will my dad think ⤷ francisca.cgomes babe it's a modern day romeo + juliet, but the baz lurhman edition. ⤷ ynstella who is who in this situation? oscarpiastri lando said stop being mean to him on social media ⤷ ynstella lando give oscar his phone back

racerbia we r so cute, i luv us !

pooknation groupchat . . .

instagram dms between ynstella and patriciooward . . .

ynstella has posted . . .

liked by mclaren, oscarpiastri, francisca.cgomes, alexandrasaintmleux and 88,340 others ynstella abu dhabi, i came i saw and max verstappen concurred !

view more . . mclaren our own resident mclaren girl will always post about redbull and not mclaren ⤷ ynstella i'd post oscar but lando is somehow always in the background of the pictures i take, i'm not having lando on my account 🙅🏻‍♀️ ⤷ landonorris can i go one day without you publicly hating me ⤷ ynstella when you get a race win next season pooh bear x username pooh bear? is lando the man she's trying to soft launch? not actually enemies but enemies to lovers?? ⤷ ynstella good lord no. lando norris wishes he could have a chance with me ⤷ landonorris disgusting don't put words in my mouth. you wish you're the one wishing you could have a chance with me ⤷ oscarpiastri nurse, they're back at it again francisca.cgomes i need more of this soft launch shit. it's like a drug to me post more. im foaming at the mouth. ⤷ ynstella can i hard launch our relationship instead ⤷ pierregasly nah bc i am literally right here man ⤷ ynstella get out of my comments with my gf pear

username are we ignoring that y/n is soft launching a man, rue, when was this? ⤷ username recently it seems ⤷ username shocked. i wonder what her dad thinks ?? ⤷ ynstella not that its any of your business, but my dad's actually quite charmed with him x

patriciooward has posted . . . 📍 abu dhabi , united arab emirates

liked by arrowmclaren, elbaoward, racerbia and 63,001 others patriciooward what a weekend, cya next year !

view more. . .

username there's one too many soft launch pictures in this race weekend dump ⤷ username ladies we've lost another one ⤷ username all men are the same. breaking my heart elbaoward since when did "have a good time in abu dhabi" mean somehow get someone to soft launch? ⤷ patriciooward the just a silly lil guy rizz worked unfortunately ⤷ elbaoward i doubt that, so much.

ynstella just posted to their story . . .

seen by alexandrasaintmleux, landonorris, charles_leclerc and 10,817 others

[ caption one: where to next 🛫 ] [ caption two: mother hood looks good on me ] [ caption three: boyfriend reveal ]

francisca.cgomes i can't believe i'm in love with a MILF ! ⤷ ynstella i want you so bad 😩 ⤷ francisca.cgomes lets kiss rn before our boyfriends see

alexandrasaintmleux i think norbi is cute enough to convince charles that we need to get a dog ⤷ ynstella ugh i hate when you mention that man >:( how come WE can't get a dog together ⤷ alexandrasaintmleux my love because you are a capulet and i am a montague </3 ⤷ ynstella as long as lando is the character that dies first i'd happily performe shakespeare with y'all

landonorris this is insane, my brain can't keep up with the events that are unfolding right in front of me ⤷ ynstella pook i think that's both a you issue and a skill issue, double homicide. ⤷ landonorris oh so you hate me again ⤷ ynstella i never stopped, if you have 0 haters i've died <3

patriciooward te mo hermosa ⤷ ynstella shut up, don't tell me you love me over text, that's so foul ⤷ patriciooward i've been telling you i love you for two months now </3 ⤷ ynstella oh shit, i forgot to buy you an anniversary gift </3 ⤷ patriciooward oh hermosa, what am i going to do with you ⤷ ynstella well when you word it like that . . . i could think of a few things

patriciooward and ynstella just posted to their stories . . .

seen by arrowmclaren, racerbia, francisca.cgomes and 22,010 others [ caption one: feliz aniversario (happy anniversary) ] [ caption two: happy 2 months ! feliz aniversario ] [ caption three: came for the dog. stayed for the owner <3 ]

mclaren happy anniversary ! ⤷ ynstella thanks admin, love u so big x

ynstella i adore you, ⤷ patriciooward te adoro mas, hermosa ⤷ ynstella happiest with you in my life i fear ⤷ patriciooward good, i don't plan on going anywhere

authors note: abu dhabi 2023, you are so special to me <3 please enjoy this little pato o'ward fanfic. praying, manifesting the tags let me post this and doesn't shadowban me sobbing crying throwing up

[hs-is-loml]

There's No Way. (cs55)

Pairing: Carlos Sainz Jr. x Fem!Reader

Summary: carlos and you have been best friends since childhood but everyone can tell you're something more especially the fans. or when carlos and you are together but try to pass it off as best friends until more people catch on

Type: Social Media AU! face claim is Cindy Kimberly

Warnings: UNEDITED so like 3 grammar mistakes in the twitter threads and prob a little more…

a/n: i will forever be in love with the trope of childhood best friends to lovers for carlos because he reeks of old money and someone who needs a lot of history to connect...

all translations of spanish come from google! english translations are in parentheses!!

masterlist

twitter

instagram

yourusername has posted

liked by carlossainz55, drewstarkey, neymarjr, and 1,341,972 others

yourusername back home 🥰

tagged carlossainz55

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worldchampionsisaid not two boys liking her pic when she already has a man 😭

→ outer_bankzz what the hell are drew and neymar doing here...

→ carlosandy/n no fr considering half the post includes him too-

carmenmmundt pretty girlfriend

→ yourusername sending my love to you! call me!

→ georgerussell63 carmen?! she's your what??

→ carmenmmundt she's my main piece, you're just the side one...

→ yourusername take that, george.

landonorris mom, i miss you

→ yourusername i miss you too, son. come home 💙

→ welovey/n not lando being carlos and y/n's child

carlossainz55 feels good to be home

→ liked by yourusername and 417 others

thatonebakucorner i don't get it, do carlos and y/n live together?

→ forthef1wags yeah, they do! after y/n graduated they moved into a place together, you can see her a lot in carlos' vlogs just doing things around the house

→ thatonebakucorner so they're together?

→ forthef1wags they have never confirmed it officially, so who knows

neymarjr 😍😍

→ thestoryofonedirection ew. go away

→ y/nismothering back off 🤺🤺🤺

blancasainzv always good to have you back with the family!

→ yourusername my favorite part of being home

→ carlossainz55 are you sure that's your favorite part?

→ charles_leclerc mate, there are children around...

obsessedwiththem they make it so obvious😭

lilymhe the cutest!

→ yourusername miss you, babe!

→ alex_albon back off my girlfriend.

→ yourusername never.

twitter

instagram

carlossainz55 has posted

liked by yourusername, charles_leclerc, landonorris, and 2,160,937 others

carlossainz55 never better than at home

tagged yourusername

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wagsforlife the fact they only tagged each other in their posts 😩

yourusername mi vida! (my life)

→ carlossainz55 mi corazón (my heart)

→ rootingforthem their nicknames for each other>>

f1wags number one f1 couple!

→ neymarfan leave it alone, they're not dating.

→ y/nisforlife tell that to their parents who set those two up since birth...

→ marrymey/nl/n of course, it's a neymar fan saying that💀

landonorris dad, mom said to come inside for dinner. (please hurry she's yelling in spanish at the oven rn)

→ carlossainz55 oh no, not again.

→ oneforthewags that seems so much like something y/n would do😭

→ f1circuittrack did lando actually go to them for summer break??

scuderiaferrari home is where the heart is!

→ y/nandcarlando even the admin knows something

y/nisaneed she's so beautiful!

→ liked by carlossainz55 and 510 others

carlosconfusion atp they aren't even hiding anymore...

twitter

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yourusername has posted

liked by lilymhe, danielricciardo, pillowpersonpp, and 1,501,076 others

yourusername can we always be this close? forever and ever

view all 129,107 comments

protectthewags is y/n soft launching??!

taylorswift you're my lover

danielricciardo you're going to drive them crazy

→ yourusername 🙈

tomyloverrr not the taylor swift lyrics, girl's down badd😭

francisca.cgomes you two are so so cute!

→ yourusername sending lots of kisses to you 💋

→ pierregasly she's mine, y/n.

→ francisca.cgomes don't listen to him, my wife 😘

→ thef1wags y/n is stealing every single one of the grid's gfs

carlossainz55 the guy has good taste for the flowers.

→ liked by yourusername and 603 others

lovel/n i want what they have

f1memes drew and neymar are somewhere crying right now...

y/nl/n55 carlos and y/n supremacy

nutsfory/n she's glowing 🥰

shared post by yourusername and carlossainz55

liked by landonoriss, charles_leclerc, anasainzvdec, and 2,913,468 others

yourusername and carlossainz55 never one to be subtle.

view all 196,975 comments

carlossainz55 mi amor, tienes mi corazón para siempre (my love, you have my heart forever)

→ yourusername eternamente tuya, mi vida (forever yours, my life)

danielricciardo just to let everyone know that i won the bet a long time ago 😁

thepaddockfloor y/n is my wag for life

gfsidehoe we already saw this coming

landonorris parents. also, why are the reaction pics on twitter mostly of me??

→ liked by yourusername, carlosssainz55, and 398 others

→ yourusername twitter never fails to make me laugh

→ f1girly not lando seeing the twitter threads 😭

anasainzvdec love you two so much!

→ yourusername love you to the moon, ana!

charles_leclerc i was thinking you were going to keep it a secret forever

gayfory/n they are so perfect together

16crying55laughing the "it" couple of f1

scuderiaferrari our favorite wag!

[ashwhowrites]

Happy holidays! We are officially into Christmas season (in my book) so why not throw out some soul crushing angst for the happy season? I'm obsessed with this EP and this heartbreaking song. This is everything I imagine every time I hear it so I hope you like it <3 Merry Ashmas ;)

Y/N can't help but feel blue as she watches Eddie fall in love

Cindy Lou Who

I saw you laughing in one of his pictures But you'll be the one with his ring on your finger There's red and green everywhere But l'm so blue

Y/N scrolled through her phone, smiling at all the holiday pictures of her friends. Nancy and Jonathan with their dogs. El and Hopper in matching Santa hats. Robin, Steve, and Dustin are in ugly Christmas sweaters.

She sat at her mother's kitchen table, her cousins running around the table. She couldn't help but feel sad during the Christmas season. This time last year she was at Eddie's kissing under the mistletoe, opening gifts, and decorating Wayne's tree.

Y/N felt her stomach drop to the floor when she came across a new photo Eddie posted with a girl. She looked gorgeous. Her blonde hair curled to perfection. Her body was covered in a brown sweater, a black skirt to her knees, and black tights covered her long legs. The smile on her face was bright and huge. It was real, she was laughing. Her hands were near her mouth as she giggled. But her eyes weren't on the camera, they were on Eddie.

He wasn't dressed too fancy, his jeans and leather jacket were just the same. He was smiling back at her, she wondered who took the picture. Who caught them in the moment and captured them forever to torture Y/N for the rest of her life.

Y/N clicked off her phone, searching to distract herself with the green and red decorations. But she couldn't help but feel so blue.

Maybe he met you somewhere in the desert While he was soul-searching, he found someone better Guess you make him happy like I couldn't do

More questions filled her head. When did they meet? Was it right after the breakup?

She wished Eddie and her ended better...or didn't end at all. But it ended in a screaming match and him slamming the door. When she went to his house to get him back, he was already gone.

Maybe while he was running away from her, he ran right into the beautiful girl's arms. She probably picked up the broken pieces Y/N made of Eddie's heart. Put the parts back together with her perfect hands.

Y/N couldn't pretend that he didn't look happy. It pained her to see how happy he was without her. She used to love seeing his smile, but now it felt like a punishment.

With your hair so long, lips so red Maybe we met once I forget Scrolling five years back, I'm obsessed Breaking my heart 'Tis the season I guess

Y/N knew she shouldn't, but she went back on her phone. She clicked on the photo to see the tag of the girl's name. The name popped up in white font, just one click away to send her through a spiral.

Click

She sucked in a harsh breath, the beautiful blonde's feed was full of Eddie. Y/N almost felt like she met this girl with how much she viewed her life through these small posts. Y/N scrolled and scrolled, five years back. She was obsessed with seeing who this girl was. She was always surrounded by friends and family. She enjoyed music, a point for Eddie there. She was a cheerleader, popular, and the sweetheart of the school. Of course, Eddie fell in love with her. Even before Eddie, the girl was happy and bright. Maybe she brought that into Eddie's life.

As Y/N scrolled back up, she took in the girl's name, Chrissy.

Chrissy posted a new photo, just a second ago of her red lips pressed against Eddie's under the mistletoe. The same mistletoe Y/N hung up three years in a row. Y/N tried to hold back the tears as she looked over the photo and the caption below.

Chrissy: Tis the season with my love

If you're waking up now in his old bed At his family's house, know that you're just Breaking my heart 'Tis the season I guess

Y/N tossed and turned all night. The image playing in her head, creating a story of how the night and morning would go.

Chrissy would wake up in Wayne's trailer, groaning at the harshness of Eddie's childhood bed. Y/N had so many memories in that small trailer, did Wayne and Eddie ever think of her?

Her heart shattered thinking of Chrissy in her spot. She wondered if Dustin met her, did Dustin love Chrissy as much as he used to love her? Does Eddie let him crash their dates like Y/N did?

Someone new was in Eddie's family house. Someone new was mixing Wayne's coffee, putting the star at the top of the tree, and kissing Eddie in the snow.

Y/N wanted to say how she felt, but it was no use. Eddie moved on and he was in love. Y/N wasn't able to make him happy like Chrissy does.

It was time Y/N just let him go.

~~~

Eddie moaned as his phone beeped, he blinked and snatched it from his nightstand. Chrissy fast asleep on his chest, he shifted lightly to turn on the phone.

He felt a weird feeling in his stomach when he saw it was a text from his ex-girlfriend. He was nervous to open the message but he needed to know what she said. He opened the text, his eyes glued to the words that left an ache in his heart.

" Breaking my heart, 'Tis the season I guess "

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[lilacthebooklover]

Heeheee Kid & Cindy with prompt number 28 :3

28. "Marry me?"

Kid wonders how many boyfriends Cindy’s had before him. She leads him onto the playground, bright and cheerful, every step confident and familiar. It’s a path she’s walked many times before, and will walk many times again. He’s only eight loops in, but it already feels as though Kid has been reliving the same day again and again for an eternity.

“Marry me?” She says, eyes sparkling as she romanticises the idea of being bound together forever. Forever is a very long time. Kid hopes Monday won’t last that long. Will their marriage vows be discounted if he’s sent back to a time before he earnt her affections yet again? 

No matter how Kid feels about the matter, there's no saying no to Cindy. He looks at her expectant gaze and the impatience in her smile, and offers a routine, "Yes, dear."

There’s something futile about it all, something hopeless. She hands him a gummy ring makes the dolls in the dollhouse kiss each other on the cheek, and says that no matter what, they’ll get through everything as a pair. Cindy hates the idea of being alone, but she pushes away everyone who comes close. Kid watches as Buggs bristles in the corner, as Lily shies away, as Jerome dismisses and Monty keeps his distance and Applegate’s face twists into a sneer. Cindy goes through boyfriends like they’re simply the day’s laundry. It’s somewhat odd that she’s so endeared to the idea of being loved for infinity.

Kid makes empty vows in a playground where nothing matters. Cindy asks him to marry her. Buggs sentences him to death for it. By the time Kid awakes in his bedroom once again, she’s forgotten he ever existed.

[eideticspider]

REPOST & LIST 6 SONGS THAT INSPIRE YOU TO WRITE YOUR MUSE

+ you're losing me - taylor swift | i gave you all my best me's, my endless empathy + and all I did was bleed as i tried to be the bravest soldier + fighting in only your army + frontlines, don't you ignore me + i'm the best thing at this party + (you're losin' me) and i wouldn't marry me either + a pathological people pleaser + who only wanted you to see her

+ savages - marina & the diamonds | murder lives forever and so does war + it's survival of the fittest, rich against the poor + at the end of the day, it's a human trait + hidden deep down inside of our dna + one man can build a bomb, another run a race + to save somebody's life and have it blow up in his face + i'm not the only one who finds it hard to understand + i'm not afraid of god, i am afraid of man

+ anti-hero - taylor swift | i have this thing where i get older but just never wiser + midnights become my afternoons+ when my depression works the graveyard shift + all of the people i've ghosted stand there in the room + i should not be left to my own devices + they come with prices and vices + i end up in crisis (tale as old as time) + i wake up screaming from dreaming + one day i'll watch as you're leaving + 'cause you got tired of my scheming + (for the last time)

+ mary on a cross (slow/reverbed) - ghost | you go down just like holy mary + mary on a, mary on a cross + your beauty never ever scared me + mary on a, mary on a cross + if you choose to run away with me + i will tickle you internally + and i see nothing wrong with that

+ long live (taylor's version) - taylor swift | long live the walls we crashed through + how the kingdom lights shined just for me and you + i was screaming, "long live all the magic we made" + and bring on all the pretenders, i'm not afraid + long live all the mountains we moved + i had the time of my life fighting dragons with you + i was screaming, "long live the look on your face" + and bring on all the pretenders + one day we will be remembered

+ power - little mix | you're the man, but i got the, i got the, i got the power + you make rain, but i'll make it, i'll make it, i'll make it shower + you should know, i'm the one who's in control + i'll let you come take the wheel, as long as you don't forget

& 6 QUOTES THAT INSPIRE YOU TO WRITE YOUR MUSE.

+ “i just give myself permission to suck…i find this hugely liberating.” —john green

+ "when a man gives his opinion, he's a man; when a woman gives her opinion, she's a bitch." —bette davis

+ "'cause i'm done making things worse. and. what's more? i'm done listening to the little voice in my head." —cindy moon

+ "women belong in all places where decisions are being made. … It shouldn't be that women are the exception." —ruth bader ginsberg

+ "my future? i don't even know what i'm going to have for dinner tonight." —cindy moon

+ “i’m intimidated by the fear of being average.” —taylor swift

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[sonny1906]

december 28th i’m going to update

things i’m manifesting (even if i already have them)

My ideal toned body

i lose a lot of weight

Fast metabolism and regular digestion

extremely big eyes

short v shaped face

slim face

model bone structure

nose looking exactly like cindy kimberly

i have a low humbless nose

my nose bridge is sooo narrow

i look like a victoria secret angel

i have an angelic face and aura

i am more beautiful than adriana lima, megan fox and any tiktok girls

i get scouted for my face and body

i have pink lips

i’m perfectly simmetrical

i have healthy hair

every hot guy likes me

I also know that my results are PERMANENT, i’ll forever look like that

i manifest everything in 3 days or less

[asexual-juliet]

Cindy anon again, I will forever haunt you. So. What did you think of Kim Kelly on freaks and Geeks? (Ps, if you want to put a name to the face, you can call me Rocky if you want, my pronouns are she /her btw)

cindy anon has a name!! hello rocky!!

kim’s arc is simply *chef’s kiss*!! fun fact the first time i watched the show i accidentally skipped kim kelly is my friend (due to the weird discontinuity between when it actually aired vs when it was originally meant to air) so she just like. became nice and i was like “this doesn’t seem right but okay…?” but the incredible feeling of realizing i had one more episode to watch a couple of days after i watched the finale… still absolutely unparalleled. what else do i think of her? she is a bisexual legend. her dynamic with sam was one of my favorites! i played with it a little in the dumb little chatfic i posted last year and i had a lot of fun <3 i enjoy her <3

[qnewsau]

Adelaide queer venue 'My Lover Cindi' set to close its doors

New Post has been published on https://qnews.com.au/adelaide-queer-venue-my-lover-cindi-set-to-close-its-doors/

Adelaide queer venue 'My Lover Cindi' set to close its doors

Accessible LGBTQIA+ nightclub and venue My Lover Cindi has announced it will be closing its doors from June 1.

As a safe and accessible venue, the loss of My Lover Cindi will be keenly felt by Adelaide’s queer community.

Owners Rachel Hosking and Kate Toone shared news of the venue’s impending closure on social media.

“We are filled with mixed emotions as we let you know that My Lover Cindi is closing its doors; heartbreak at the thought of not seeing your faces every weekend, concern at the hole this leaves in accessible queer options left on Kaurna Land,” they wrote.

“Hope that one of you will pick up the baton and begin a new journey inspired by ours, elation thinking about the times we have shared and the meaning we have made of this life, frustration at the crushing demands of this capitalist hellscape, and pride at the resilience, the joy and the solidarity that the Cindi’s community has showed over the last three years.

“We know that you will have mixed feelings too, you’ll likely have questions about how this has happened. The simple answer is that maintaining the exorbitant costs of a night-time venue has been near impossible for the whole three years and finally at this point we can no longer continue.

“We (and you all) have done everything possible to keep this place running but we are joining an ever-growing list of venues that just cannot function with the ‘post’-covid cost of living crisis.”

My Lover Cindi to host ‘Funeral Farewell Festival’ celebration 

Ensuring they farewell their community in style, My Lover Cindi will be wrapping up with a ‘Funeral Farewell Festival’.

“Cindi’s was always more than a space, it has been what it has been because of the community (you!),” Toone and Hosking wrote.

“We’ve crammed in something for absolutely everyone, so pick an event, grab ya mates and ya dates and and come give Cindi’s a send off that’ll go down in queer history.

“We love you all so very very much (more than you will ever know) and our lives will be forever changed by every interaction you’ve shared with us over this bar.”

Cindi’s Alt Funeral 

When: Friday May 31, 7PM to 2AM

Theme: 90s grunge and 2000s pop punk 

Feat. Church Moms, DJ Catey Rose and performances by Saskia, Ariel Drop and Kalopsia (FKA Say Gah). The evening will be hosted by emo fever dream Claire Parsons, with Infinite Worlds doing flash Tatts!

Cindi’s Funeral Celebration

When: Saturday June 1, 2pm to 2am across three events

1. 2pm-5pm DROP IN: Drop in, daytime markets and live music by Steph Daughtry and Erin & Lucinda

2. 5pm- 7pm SENSORY HOURS: Sensory Hours hosted by Diana Divine feat low music, neutral lights and a performance and capped ticketing (50 persons)

3. 7pm-2am LAST DANCE: A jam-packed night of queer celebration featuring performances from Loveit Murray, Dorian Courtisan, Miss Thermodynamics, Ariel Drop, UV Lite, Diana Divine, hosted by our king of camp, ANNIE from The Finest Filth. DJ Cookie and Nelya DJ on the decks to give the dance floor a final send-off that’ll be remembered forever. 

Theme:  FUNERAL … but make it FIRE. Lace and corsets, stockings and veils, knee-highs and mini skirts, bodices and blazers…

For more information and for tickets, visit Humanitix.

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31 Days Of Christmas

In 2022 i did a halloween marathon. This year we are watching (at the least) one holiday film for the entire month. Below the cut you will find the film's i have watched. I Will Reveal my rating's after the final film.

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer : A young reindeer Rudolph lives at the North Pole. His father is one of Santa's reindeer and it is expected that Rudolph will eventually be one too. However, he has a feature which is a setback and causes him to be ostracized: his red nose. Rating 2/5

A Muppet Christmas Carol : The Muppets present their own touching rendition of Charles Dickens' classic tale. Rating : Rating 4/5

The Mean One : In a sleepy mountain town, Cindy's parents are murdered and her Christmas is stolen by a bloodthirsty green figure in a red Santa suit. Rating 2 1/2 /5

Holiday In Handcuffs : A struggling artist working as a waitress kidnaps one of her customers to take home to meet her parents at Christmastime. Rating 3/5

A Christmas Story Christmas (2002) : Follows the now-adult Ralphie as he returns to the house on Cleveland Street to give his kids a magical Christmas like the one he had as a child, reconnecting with childhood friends, and reconciling the passing of his Old Man. Rating 2/5

The Family Stone (2005) : An uptight, conservative businesswoman accompanies her boyfriend to his eccentric and outgoing family's annual Christmas celebration and finds that she's a fish out of water in their free-spirited way of life. Rating 3/5

Krampus : A boy who has a bad Christmas accidentally summons a festive demon to his family home. Rating 4/5

Gremlins : A young man inadvertently breaks three important rules concerning his new pet and unleashes a horde of malevolently mischievous monsters on a small town. Rating 4/5

It's a Wonderful Knife : After saving her town from a psychotic killer, Winnie Carruthers' life is less than wonderful. When she wishes she'd never been born, she finds herself in a nightmare parallel universe where without her, things could be much, much worse. Rating 2/5

Jack Frost (1997) After an accident that left murderer Jack Frost dead in genetic material the vengeful killer returns as a murderous snowman to exact his revenge on the man who sent him to be executed Rating : 3/5

Jack Frost (1998) A father who can't keep his promises is killed in a car accident. One year later, he returns as a snowman who has the final chance to put things right with his son before he is gone forever. Rating : 4/5

Four Christmases : A couple struggles to visit all four of their divorced parents on Christmas. Rating : 2/5

Anna and the Apocalypse A zombie apocalypse threatens the sleepy town of Little Haven - at Christmas - forcing Anna and her friends to fight, slash and sing their way to survival, facing the undead in a desperate race to reach their loved ones. Rating 4 / 5

Home Alone : An eight-year-old troublemaker, mistakenly left home alone, must defend his home against a pair of burglars on Christmas eve. Rating : 3/5

Black Christmas (1974) : During their Christmas break, a group of sorority girls are stalked by a stranger. Rating : 5/5

Home Alone 2: Lost in New York : One year after Kevin McCallister was left home alone and had to defeat a pair of bumbling burglars, he accidentally finds himself stranded in New York City - and the same criminals are not far behind. Rating : 4/5

Black Christmas (2006) On Christmas Eve, an escaped maniac returns to his childhood home, which is now a sorority house, and begins to murder the sorority sisters one by one. Rating : 3/5

National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation : The Griswold family's plans for a big family Christmas predictably turn into a big disaster. Rating : 2/5

Silent Night : Nell, Simon, and their 3 sons are ready to welcome friends and family for what promises to be a perfect Christmas gathering. Perfect except for one thing: everyone is going to die. Rating : 3/5

[cecilerb]

Right Where You Left Me

Happy New Year @taylorswift​ ! I have a special gift for you to welcome 2023.

Often, songs are inspired by stories. In this case however, a song opened the doors of my imagination. Your song. I hope you will enjoy this little novel inspired by your song Right Where You Left Me from Evermore. More will come, as your words ignite a whole world of stories, waiting to be told and told again !

With much love,

Cécile R.

Right Where You Left Me : A Novel

The whirring of the coffee machine invades the café. This noise punctuates my days, breaking the silence of the café-restaurant where I've been working for now... oh god, almost 3 years now. In the centre of Brooklyn, the place is appreciated for its muffled atmosphere, far from the coffee chains where gathers people in a hurry. As the hot coffee slowly drips down, I observe people walking through the fogged up window: heads down, walking quickly through the freezing cold of the city, hats pulled over their ears. « At least I don't have to deal with this humidity », I think to myself as I bring his cup to the customer who doesn't deign looking at me.

Behind my back, I hear the door opening up. As I look up, I meet the eyes of Cindy, my colleague. A vague signe of her chin, eyes barely widen, confirms what I already know.

There she is again.

I turn around to see her silhouette slipping into her usual corner. She sits down, the red bricks of the wall at her back, her white, frozen hands resting on her lap. She stares at the dark wooden table. As usual. I sigh.

"Coffee macchiato ?"

She flinches slightly at my approach. She stares at me for a while with her big doe eyes. Hazel eyes, a little washed out.

"Yes, that's it." A pause. "Thank you."

I walk back to the bar, half-raising my eyes to the sky, and immediately regretting it. I have nothing against her; unlike most of the customers she is always polite, gives discreet smiles, asks nothing but to sit quietly, warm and cosy. And yet I don't like her. The truth is that she makes me feel sorry for her, and that is very unpleasant. She is shrouded in a sadness that creeps up on us like a shadow along the floor. As I prepare her order, Cindy joins me on the other side of the bar. With a nudge she draws my attention, and again nods towards the one she calls, somewhat rudely, "the sad girl". As the latter looks glances outside, her lips pursed, a tear rolls down her cheek.

I can't help but feel a twinge of sorrow. With her pale oval face, her well-defined dark eyebrows, reminiscent of the brown of her hair pulled back into a high bun, her straight nose reddened at the tip, ending on rosy lips, she evokes a 19th century portrait. Her posture, always delicate and dignified, gives her the air of a baroness. She is so different from the first night I saw her here. It was during my first month, I was still on trial. It made me nearly lose my job. Today she solely looks like the shadow of what she was then.

I look at her and feel as if I am looking at the shattered pieces of a broken crystal. She has comeback from time to time since, like a ghost haunting the scene of the deed. Frozen forever. Yet I see her again that night. Her reddened cheeks with cold and delight, her shiny eyes, drawing stares. At the time, I was not yet resigned and jaded by this repetitive job. I thought it would only be temporary, not that I would spend three years of my life there. I was focused on doing well, on keeping this vital job to pay my bills while I studied. I remember the bright smile she gave me when she came in: I was completely baffled. It annoyed Cindy, who was trying to teach me the different programs on the dishwasher. She was accompanied by this tall, lanky guy, whom she looked at as if he were the only person in the room.

They sat at the same table.

I was managing the room that night, so I only caught glimpses of what was taking place before our eyes. It was like watching a train derailing in slow motion. As the evening wore on, her smile cracked, before fading into a frown. Her whole body seemed to be stretched like a blade to the sky as she tried to put on a brave face. As I cleared the table, I heard him say, "I'm sorry, I need to focus on me right now. I really, really like you, but I can't right now..." Then he reached out to put his hand on hers just as mine was retrieving the salt shaker : our arms collided, sending the shaker flying. It crashed to the ground in a cloud of white powder, and in a vain attempt to catch it, I dragged the used glasses piled on my tray after it. It all happened very quickly, ending in a shrill din whose silent aftermath was all the more deafening.

The whole restaurant had come to a standstill temporarly, all eyes on the scene that had just unfolded. Cindy had snapped me out of my stupor by bringing me a broom and shovel while grumbling about the klutzs she had to deal with. The world was on back in motion. Gathering the scattered pieces, I watched from the corner of my eye as the boy gave her a big, comforting smile, and she smiled back at him while shaking her head absentely. By the time I emptied the shovel into the bin behind the bar, he was gone. She was there, just as she sits today, staring into space.

***

I watch the flakes slipping gently into the night. A tear escapes me and runs down my cheek, and I feel the frost etching itself into its trail. It is true that it is always the same boy who serves me when I come back here. Marc, according to the label on his apron. But I never imagined that he could recognise me and anticipate my order. I didn't think I had return this often. I feel pathetic. It's been almost three years since this story ended. And yet, in spite of myself, I find myself thinking about it again and retracing my steps. I feel like I'm repeating the same patterns in a loop, and I always end up back in that café, at that same table. Wondering what it would have been if only one thing had been different.

Break-ups happen every day, between friends, between lovers. So why am I stuck in this moment? I cling to our story, as short as it was, and to all that I had projected into it. I've tried since then to meet other people, to continue my life, to move forward. Sometimes I even forgot about him. But never completely. I would so much like to not grasp these memories that haunt me. He wasn't perfect, far from it. Who leaves someone over dinner without any warning? The fact is, I didn't find our complicity with anyone else. I was so happy to be with him. I was already visualising a whole host of shared moments, our next trips together, escapes to the mountains, discovering his favourite songs, talking to him about my current reading. We understood each other so well.... I had never felt accepted and really seen beforehand. I come back here because I can't believe that our story ended so prematurely.

When he told me it was over, it was as if he had thrust a dagger into my soul. Something inside me shattered. My sanity, evidently. He didn't even use that word, "over". He started by explaining that he couldn't, "right now", as if it was only momentary. Then he suggested that he had met someone with whom he felt something special, and that he had to see where it could go. Then he left. He went on with his life, is probably married, has a family. I see him preparing for Christmas, hand in hand with his partner. Setting up lighted tinsels with his children. Wrapping toys in bright and colourful gift wrap, all smiles.

And I'm still here. Time has no effect on me. I gather dust in the corner of this café, without a single wrinkle. I am still 23 years old and my whole life’s ahead of me.

He left me there. In front of the shards of my shattered illusions. It had made Marc the waiter knocked over his tray. In the silence that followed their explosion, I distinctly heard one of my hairpins hit the floor. The atmosphere was so tense that objects were being propulsed all around. It must be it. In this electrified space-time I was struck by lightning. Marking that moment as the turning point of my life. The moment when its trajectory was deviated forever. Where I missed the boat. Where I couldn't get it together. So yes, from time to time I return to the scene of the incident. I try to understand how I got there, to grasp the elusive. I like to go back and rewind, change the script. The dust flies, the debris sticks together. You are there, back in front of me. I am still the one you want.  And you stay.

End.

[elliegoestodownton]

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I miei post migliori nel 2022:

#5

Let’s stop for a second and fully appreciate the face that Violet makes the first time she sees Hawkins. Like a kid in front of a yummy snack.

12 note - Postate 20 agosto 2022

#4

Honestly pissed off at Netflix right now as they cancelled The Babysitters Club. 😭😭😭 That show gave me so much joy in two seasons and they did an honestly brilliant job in adapting the books, one of my fave reads while growing up, and making the stories relevant to the present. It was SO GOOD.

And now no more heartwarming stories about the BSC. And mostly how dare they cancel it before Richard and Sharon, my awkward babies, could get married on screen??? Imagine that. I will forever treasure their perfect clumsiness. And the girls’ costumes. I will treasure those too because fashion!

If you haven’t watched it, go catch up with it.

12 note - Postate 12 marzo 2022

#3

Stella greeting Trudy with “Hey Lady!” on the phone. That’s everything I needed for this week.

13 note - Postate 13 ottobre 2022

#2

A few hours to S11 to here’s my wishlist for Fire 🔥🔥🔥

No drama for Stellaride. Just let them be hot and happy.

Ritter to have a real storyline and not just play the BFF on the sidelines. He is a great character, who has grown a lot even in the little time he is afforded to be explored and has great potential to be developed even more. He needs to.

I love Violet, she’s a badass and I would love for them to write her not just as a love interest but as she science nerd kickass woman she is in relation to her career.

Javi to be officially adopted by Cruz and Chloe with no drama. He fits with the family, he’s happy, so don’t come up with the aunt who comes back from the dead to reclaim him!

I expect nothing less than some shenanigans from Mouch and Herrmann, better halves friend version. Let them be their usual lovable and cranky selves and I’ll be happy.

More of Capp and Tony, underrated comedy duo.

Papa Boden. That’s the tweet.

With Kylie keeping him in check.

I love the chaotic trio of youngsters and their friendship. It would be great to see them continue working together on business plans without the Gallo/Violet thing in the middle.

I will sincerely miss Tuesday, my best girl. 💕😭 I hope that if is she is gone narratively as well, they will find a way to honor her sweet furry memory.

I have come to appreciate Seager towards the end of S10 and you know what would be great? To see her budding friendship of sorts with Stella develop a bit rather than her playing the third wheel.

A guest appearance by Pelham, my beloved.

I’m still waiting for a The Real Housewives of 51© (Trudy, Donna and Cindy) wine night because that would be absolutely hilarious, highly gossipy and slightly filthy. But we all know it’s not gonna happen. You read it here first, though.

I’m also still waiting for a Trudy vs Herrmann over Molly’s but I have lost hope there. This would be also hilarious.

I would gladly accept a game night on screen in exchange.

21 note - Postate 21 settembre 2022

Il mio post numero 1 del 2022

Diane and Kurt

Thanks for the ask!

Who said “I love you” first: Not in those exact same words, but canonically it was Kurt. I think he was the one to also utter ILY first later on as Diane probably needed a bit more time and reassurance.

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background: Kurt even though it took him ages to switch to a smatphone because you know the man. I imagine that if she has a non-work phone, Diane also has a picture there with quite the gallery from their dates and vacays.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror: Diane would totally leave sweet and ironic stuff on the mirror for her fave cowboy to see. The word cowboy might actually feature in those messages as well.

Who buys the other cheesy gifts: Hands down Diane. But they both have a good track record of cheesy gifts, as we know.

Who initiated the first kiss: Again, canonically Kurt. Not that she minded one bit.

Who kisses the other awake in the morning: I feel Diane peppers his face with kisses in those instances when he is still sleeping.

Who starts tickle fights: Kurt because he loves her laugh.

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower: I think they might take turns there. Probably Diane does this more often than he does.

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch: Kurt. Because Diane never leaves work 🤣

Who was nervous and shy on the first date: She was definitely the most nervous of the two, trying to babble her way through the date and fill the silence also to avoid hearing her brain and her ancestors telling her that it was a very bad idea.

Who kills/takes out the spiders: Kurt gently takes them out as the good country boy he is. Diane is not a fan.

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk: Oooh, Diane probably gets tipsy a bit more easily but I feel that Kurt would be the one yelling it from the rooftops when really drunk.

31 note - Postate 27 febbraio 2022

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Love Me Like You - Chapter 2: A Mess (Happy 4 U)

Read Chapter 1: Breathe | Chapter 3: Mr. Perfectly Fine | Chapter 4: Tequila

😍pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x F!Reader

💭summary: High school and college sweethearts. That’s what the two of you were. And that’s the keyword: were. What are you to do when you come face to face with the man that broke your heart three years ago?

⚠️warning: mentions of alcohol consumption

🎶 Song Inspiration 1: Breathe by Little Mix

🎶 Song Inspiration 2: A Mess (Happy 4 U) by Little Mix

🎶 Song Inspiration 3: Love Me Like You by Little Mix

Seven Months Later

Had it not been for Cindy checking on you, as well as Jake's parents still being there for you, you don't know what you would have done all these months that Jake left you heartbroken.

You had reached out to him because he always was going to be a huge part of your life. The first time was to wish him a happy new year and there was no reply from him.

The silence on his end continued when you texted to wish him a happy birthday.

The love you felt for him overshadowed any anger and pain. But those two still remained, yet you learned to live with them and didn’t let them control you.

“How about we all head out today? We’ll go for some drinks and dancing. No boyfriends and no talk of guys. Just us girls. We’ll make it about you… Hmm. It’s your half birthday… I’ll buy you half a drink!” Cindy tells you.

Deep inside you want to say no, but you know you can’t stay forever avoiding going to places that remind you of Jake. “Okay. Let’s go. We’ll have fun. It’s been a stressful week at work so I need a little break.”

It was the first time in a few months that you truly felt like yourself again. You decided to take up your friends for a night of dancing and drinks.

While you were starting to return to your jovial self, the pain of the breakup still lingered. As you got dressed, you turned to your best friend and admitted "I've been tryna be the bigger person but it's hard when I've been feelin' so small... And nobody knows that I'm still a... I'm still a mess for Jake."

"That's why we're going to have a blast today. Was it dumb of him to leave you? Totally! Will he ever be happy without you? I doubt it! But tonight is about you and your new promotion!"

"If you're hinting at me to pay for your drinks, you are mistaken," you say laughing.

Lost in the music, you only focus on how the beat and the alcohol is making you feel. Floating. Weightless.

That is until you turn around and across the crowd your eyes fall on a pair of green eyes. Green eyes that promised you the world but then shattered it. The last thing you expected on your night out was to run into Jake at the club. Much less with his new Naval Academy girlfriend. 

You look at her and her beautiful smile. She was clearly a 10. Heck she was a 15 with how she moved and the fact that she was training to be a pilot just like Jake. Your eyes shift to him and you see him gesturing to the group he was with and they start making their way over to you.

‘Please don't say, "Hi", I don't wanna be rude... She seems so sweet and I'm tryna be cool,’ you repeat to yourself over and over.

Jake and his fellow aviators finally reach you. “Hey guys. I wanted to introduce you to some of my old… friends.”

You try not to cringe at the use of old friends. Your momma didn’t raise a fool though, you smile widely and greet them all in kind. 

He introduces you and your friends to his fellow aviators. Then he introduces them to you all. “This is Javy… Brigham… and this pretty girl is Evelyn.”

Small talk begins between everyone at the table. You focus on your drink and only give the minimal participation. You work hard at avoiding looking at Jake unless it was absolutely necessary. The wounds that were closed and started healing burst open when, out of the corner of your eye, you saw Jake smile as he wrapped his arm around Evelyn’s waist and kiss her temple.

You felt the shaken breath leave as you turned away. And as if the world wanted to punish you for trying to be happy as Jake obviously was, the DJ decides to play a slow song. “This one's for you couples out enjoying your night.”

Jake’s eyes lock with yours when the opening notes to “Speechless” by Dan + Shay start playing. “Oh! I love this song! Let’s go dance it Jake,” Evelyn exclaims as she drags him to the dance floor. 

“Shit,” Cindy mutters next to you. She knew that this was your song. The song you and Jake always would dance to. Seeing him dance with another girl, what once was, your song… It made you feel less than wanted. It left you speechless… in the worst way possible. After throwing back your whiskey, you grab your belongings and make your way out the door.

You find yourself making your way to the karaoke bar a few doors down from the club. You sit at the bar and order a couple more rounds of whiskey before stumbling over to the computer to sign up to be next to sing.

Despite the alcohol in your system, you were aware of your surroundings. You were aware of when your friends had entered the karaoke bar and sat at a table waiting for you to come back to them.

What you weren't aware of was that the same group of naval aviators had also followed you.

The emcee calls out your name. You were glad you picked the Elise Lieberth cover of "Holding Out For a Hero". Taking a deep breath, you close your eyes to calm your nerves before opening them again to start singing. The patrons of the karaoke bar become quiet at the vulnerability and honesty in your voice.

The aviators that had accompanied Jake spot fellow aviators towards the front of the bar and cheer you on as they make their way to the front.

By the time you're singing the second verse to the growing group of aviators, you smile at them. "Somewhere after midnight in my wildest fantasy... Somewhere just beyond my reach, there's someone reaching back for me. Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat. Isn't there a superman to sweep me off my feet?"

Jake can feel his anger grow inside. Anger at your vulnerable state. Anger at his fellow aviators. But mostly anger at himself for being the one to hurt you after he promised you forever in high school. He looked at Evelyn who was watching you sing and he tells her “Let’s get out before everyone starts singing depressing songs.”

She can't help but laugh. "You're terrible Jake, but okay." She watches you for a few more seconds. "If she weren't a stranger I think we'd be friends... and I'd hurt the idiot that broke her heart."

Jake clears his throat and is quick to change the subject, but he's too slow as the next song is queued up and your friends join you to sing.

He stumbles and walks into a table causing a loud crash.

You look towards the sound as to continued to sing, locking eyes with him. In that moment, under the cover of the darkness of the club you sang what you wished you could tell him. "Loving you was young, and wild, and free. Loving you was cool, and hot, and sweet. Loving you was sunshine, safe and sound, a steady place to let down my defenses. But loving you had consequences."

Jake storms out leaving you singing of your heartache to the other patrons at the bar.

Jake didn’t notice that there was another pair of eyes on him that put the pieces together that you were the high school girlfriend he left.

Once the aviator sees you head off the stage, he makes a decision he’s always hesitated to make. He decides to make the first move and he approaches you, while your friends were still on stage.

“Jake was an idiot,” the soft but powerful voice tells you as you wipe tears from your eyes. You look up and find a handsome man with wire framed glasses smiling shyly at you. You chuckle and nod.

“Yeah he is.”

“Can I join you for a coke? I’m Bob… well Robert.”

You offer him the seat next to yours and so blooms one of the most important friendships you’ll ever have.

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[im-in-love-with-pizza-bites]

My Best Friend's Family: Chapter 1

Christopher Herrmann x Teen!Fem!Reader, Herrmann Family x Teen!Reader

Series MasterList

Series Summary: When everything seems to be falling apart your best friend, Lee Henry, and his family are there to help.

Chapter Summary: Truck 81 goes on a call that will end up changing the Herrmann family's lives.

Series warning: Warnings: Single parent, death of a parent, foster care system, adoption

Chapter Warning: Hospital, Car accidents, horribly explained hospital mumbo jumbo.

Reader's Age: 16

The shift has been pretty calm. Only a few calls nothing big or exciting. Which was their favorite kind of shift. One where they were at the house most of it and not watching people's lives change forever. No one knew that their next call would be one that would change Christopher Herrmann and his family's lives forever. It all happened so fast. It was around 6:30, every one was eating dinner

"Truck 81, squad 3, ambulance 61 car accident-" everyone stands up abandoning their dinner. They make it onto the scene in no time. Herrmann recognized the Sedan that was upside down. It was an old Honda civic that had seen better days but still ran. It was also your mom's car. He hurried over peaking, it was only her in the car but she wasn't conscious. He checks for a pulse very relieved to have found one

"What do we got Herrmann?" Casey asks walking over.

"One passenger, she's unconscious but has a pulse. Lieutenant, I know the victim, her daughter is friends with Lee Henry." He tells his lieutenant worry on his face. You are a lot more than just Lee Henry's friend, you a part of the family so is your mom. He knows all you have is her besides his son and his family.

"Okay, we'll get her out." Casey begins shouting orders out to his crew. Dawson hands Herrmann a C collar to put on Sarah, your mom while everyone begins their work. Soon she was out of the car and being loaded into the ambo.

"Go with them we'll meet you at med." Casey told his friend.

"Thank you." Herrmann climbs into the ambulance. The second they get to the hospital he calls Cindy. You shouldn't hear about this from a stranger you should hear about it from someone you know. He wanted to stay with your mom.

"How is she?" Mouch asks. Fire House 51 came by to comfort their friend. Most of them have met you or your mom at least once but none of them were that close with you or her.

"She's in surgery... Cindy is going to pick Y/n up right now and bring her here with Lee Henry." Herrmann says looking at the ground. No one said anything as they walked by squeezing his shoulder before sitting down. Mouch took the seat next to him, with Dawson already being sat on the other side of him. It takes a couple more minutes for you to come running in, Lee Henry close behind you with Cindy not much farther behind him. Herrmann stands up looking at you.

"Christopher? Where's mom?" You asked him tears in your eyes.

"She's in surgery. We don't have an update yet." He says softly as you hugged him crying into his shirt. "She'll get through, this so will you." He says softly. Mouch, Casey, and Boden who were sitting in the row that Herrmann was sitting in stand up to give you, Cindy, and Lee Henry a place to sit. Cindy and Henry took a seat but you and Herrman stood there hugging for a little longer before you sat between him and Henry.

House 51 found themselves in this waiting room more than they'd like. Whether it was for someone on their team or to comfort someone on their team it was always hard. Even when they barely knew the person who was hurt.

"Does it always take this long?" You ask.

"Yeah. She's going to be fine kiddo. She's strong where do you think you get it from?" Herrmann wraps an arm around you.

"Yeah." You mumble resting your head on his shoulder. It doesn't take much longer before Dr. Halstead walks in. Everyone stood up, Lee Henry took your hand as you guys waited for Dr. Halstead to talk.

"She's out of surgery, and she's stable but she isn't out of the woods yet these next couple hours are vital. It is looking up though."

"Can I see her?" You ask.

"Yes only a few of you at a time so she can rest." Dr. Halstead says. You nod before leaving the group and going to her room.

"Hey, mom." You sit down in the chair next to the bed. "There's a ton of firefighters here. Chris, Lee, and Cindy are here too. Chris saved you mom, him and his friend." You look at the monitor and back at your mom.

"You've got to be okay mom, you're all I have." You cried taking ahold of her hand. You sat in silence until Herrmann walked in with Cindy.

"Hey kiddo everyone is leaving. Lee Henry is in the cafeteria getting you something to eat. Visiting hours end soon but immediate family can stay.. I talked to Halstead he said me or Cindy can stay with you it's up to you who." Herrmann tells you taking the other seat.

"Uh Christopher can you stay?"

"Yeah."

"Okay I'll come by tomorrow after I take the kids to school." Cindy says, sitting on the arm of the chair that her husband is in.

"That works.

"Okay." You nod looking over at your mom. "What will happen to me if she doesn't make it?" You ask them.

"Oh kiddo I am gonna go back to the firehouse and get out of my turnout gear before coming back here, but Boden is letting me leave shift.

"Sweetie don't worry about that. We'll deal with it if it comes to that okay?" Cindy says from the opposite side of the bed.

"Yeah okay."

"I got pizza!" Lee Henry says walking in with two slices of pizza.

"Hey, Herrmann we're leaving." Otis says peeking his head in.

"Okay coming. I'll be back in a little bit." Christopher looks at you, you nod as you take your slice of pizza from Henry.

Henry sat on the floor next to your chair while Cindy sat in the chair her husband was previously sitting in. Normally they wouldn't have brought Lee Henry to the hospital or any of their kids. But this time Lee Henry insisted on coming because you're his best friend he couldn't let you go through this alone. Okay so you wouldn't be alone because his parents would be there but that's different then him being there.

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Cherry Bomb Part 2

Characters: Eddie Munson x OFC Mary Cherry

Summary:  Mary Cherry, a peer-proclaimed good church girl decides once turning 18 that she no longer wants to be that angelic good girl. She wants to be bad.

This chapter is about the growing chemistry between Mary and Eddie. He smokes her up and gets her to open up about herself. He introduces her to 'real' music and changes her worldview forever.

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Warnings/Tags: Drug use (weed). Conversations about sex, sexual tension. Sexual awakening with metal and Eddie playing guitar. Hands.

Part One if you missed it.

Part 3 link at the bottom!

Mary and Eddie formulated a plan. They used her skills of scheduling and his skill of sneaking around and found pockets of time they could meet up. She scheduled things weeks in advance and it was all very foreign but also very amusing to Eddie. He didn’t know if he’d ever talked to someone who seemed to have their shit together to such a degree as Mary. He was used to metal heads and D and D players, groups not known for their full social calendars.

“I didn’t know churches had so much stuff going on.” he looks over the scribbled notes.

“Well you don’t HAVE to do it but if you want to look good you do.”

“All about keeping up appearances.” he mumbles.

She stops and makes a point to look him in the eyes. He expects her to scold him. “I’m so glad you get it, Eddie.”

“Get it?”

“No one else will admit that all this stuff is for show. They pretend it’s all about God and being close to him but it’s never felt like it’s about that. The meanest people I’ve met have been in church. Those old ladies are downright nasty. I didn’t wear tights ONE time to service and they called me a trollop behind my back!”

Eddie’s face lights up, a laugh down into his chest as he pushes back his hair and she’s distracted from her train of thought for a moment. The sound of the leather on his jacket, and the glint of silver from his jewelry was enough to capture her mind in rebellious thought. He was so unlike her in appearance, and yet he understood her mind better than anyone she’d spoken to before. “I didn’t know people still used that word.”

“They talk about me not wearing tights but if they knew what went down at those church lock-ins they’d forget all about my tights.”

“DO go on.” he pleads.

“Well last lock-in Ben fingered Cindy while everyone was watching a movie,” she says so casually he chokes on his drink for a moment. “And she denies it but I KNOW Lisa was going at it with someone outside a few weeks back.” she absentmindedly takes a sip. “During service people sneak off all the time. No one’s in the basement, there are plenty of bathrooms, they find a way.” she shrugs.

“I knew those church kids were gettin’ some.” he hits his hand to the table softly, “I’d never been able to confirm it but - thanks for that.”

“It’s nice to be able to tell someone to be honest.”

“Do you ever sneak around during church?” he asks with a raised brow.

“Oh no. I sit with my parents.” she shakes her head.

“Ol Mikey’s never wanted to… ya know.” he clicks his teeth and winks. It at least gets a brief smile out of her.

“Nah, he’s next to me and his parents next to him.” she sounds sad and it’s more than piqued his interest.

“I don’t mean just in church. From your list I’m guessing not.” he narrows his eyes, voice inflecting to lessen the invasive question. She doesn’t answer right away, avoiding his eyes. “If that’s too forward, sorry. I’m trying to gauge your comfort level, ya know? See where you’re at. You could be a freak for all I know.”

This makes her roll her eyes his way. “No more of one than you. My list is pretty straightforward. I’ve not done anything that’s on it before.”

“Nice way to dance around the question, I can respect that.” he nods and taps his chin in thought.

“What about you?” she asks after a pause, looking at her list.

“What about me?”

“Have YOU ever…” she tried to figure out what she really wants to ask and chickens out. “Done the things on my list?”

“Oh yeah, all of it.” he nods without hesitation. “You came to the right person. If I do say so, and I do.” he grins. “I’m not gonna judge you alright. Everyone goes at their own pace. We’ll figure it out together, kay?” he leans forward to hold her attention.

“Thanks. And thanks for not calling me stupid or the idea dumb or anything.”

“I’ve heard plenty of stupid plans in my life and this isn’t one of them. You’re wanting to break free from your chains, man. You’re rebelling against the system. You’re thinking outside the box. I love that shit. It’s metal as hell, Mary, and just from this conversation I’ve gained a lot of respect for you. This was brave.”

“Thanks.” is the best she can manage for a moment. She loved his enthusiasm, the clenching of his fists, and the way his eyes lit up when he got excited. “I’ve gained a lot for you too. You’re being really nice and I really appreciate it. You didn’t have to even talk to me, let alone help me out.”

“And you didn’t have to wake up and figure out the world you were living in was full of shit. But here we are,” he answers proudly. “Anyone willing to see past the wool they pull over our eyes is good by me. I’m all about nonconformity and being your own person, so this… you are exactly the sort of person I’m happy to help.”

“You’re really nice.” she answers with sad eyes.

“Don't tell anyone.” he whispers and winks.

He gets a soft smile from her, looking away and blushing so red he notices across the table and in the dim lighting. She considers telling him this was the nicest anyone had been to her in a long time. Everyone talked to her like she was dumb because of the church crowd she was in with. She wasn’t dumb, and he was supporting her point of view. It was a heart-touching change of pace for her. Before she can get sentimental, her eyes glance at her watch. She slightly jumps when she sees the time. “Oh, I’ve got to get going soon. I didn’t realize how late it’d gotten.”

“It’s not even 9 yet.” Eddie answers with a deadpan voice.

“Yeah, I have to be home before 9:30.”

“Not very bad of you.” he tsks.

“Baby steps.” she insists. “If I get grounded, I can’t do anything. I have to be smart about it.”

“You wanna knock one of these off your list before you head out?” he offers, sitting up to stretch his back.

“Which one?” she asks with a deep-set brow. It retreats and she lets out a noise of understanding as he tapped his pack of cigarettes against the table. “I have perfume in my bag, I think I can get away with it.” she nods happily, her childlike wonder in her eyes seeming so out of place to him now.

“You drive here?” he asks, standing and moving slowly, letting her follow in his shadow as he made his way outside.

“Yeah. You?”

“Yeah, my van is -”

“The one over there yeah. I’ve seen it at school.” she nods and puts her hands in her pockets nervously as he stands relaxed at the corner of the old stone building.

“Hard to miss,” he adds before lighting his own cigarette. “If you want to seem more relaxed and less well, tight, you’re gonna have to learn some body language,” he mumbles with a cigarette on his lip, moving to grab her arms take them out of her pockets and shake them. “Loosen up. Stand like you don’t care about going anywhere. Like you have every right to be right where you are. Take up some space.” he moves her around, using his foot to kick her legs apart. “Don’t put your hands together like that, here -” he hands her the cigarette that was in his mouth. “One hand with this, other on the hip. Stick it out. There ya go. Better. Not perfect but better.” he nods in approval before getting himself a cigarette but is distracted by a coughing fit that erupts next to him and he starts to laugh. “Long way to go, kid.”

“These taste so BAD!” she speaks with her tongue stuck out of her mouth and he continues to openly laugh at her.

“It was on YOUR list.” he retorts. “Give it back if you don’t want it.”

“No! I’m gonna try.” she steadies herself and with that cute wrinkled nose, she tries again. “Why does it taste like…dirt that’s gone bad?”

“Because that’s exactly what it is.”

“Good to know.” she mutters before taking a less noisy drag, only silently gagging this time.

“Hold it like his. Not like some fancy french woman” he manipulates her hand. “You gotta loosen up. Head up, confidence is key. People aren’t going to respect you unless you look like you deserve it.”

“I don’t look like I deserve respect?” her eyes go wide with question.

“You look like - don’t take this the wrong way. An easy target. Like you can be taken advantage of.”

“I do?” She looks slightly mortified.

“Bad people know what to look for in people. It’s a skill they gather, learning how to spot insecure people so they know they won’t stand up for themselves. Think of it this way. If you saw me like this -” he stand with his arms crossed, a neutral but vaguely threatening look on his face. “Would you wanna mess with me?”

“No.”

“How about now?” He shoves his hands into his pockets like she had and looks at the ground, weight shifting from leg to leg. “You see the difference?”

“Yeah I do now.” she scratches her head.

“Just think, don’t fuck with me, in your head and the rest will follow.” he offers with a sweep of a hand that now had another cigarette in it.

“That…weirdly makes sense.”

“Of course it does.” he retorts.

“I’ve been thinking oh God, no one mess with me, I’m scared, I don’t know what I’m doing.” he laughs as he lets out a small cough.

“Yeah I could tell.” he nods and grins.

“It’s been that obvious. Wow.” she shakes her head, now standing with arms crossed, cigarette pinched between her pink painted nails. “I’ve been at this with you for a few hours and I’ve already had a full-blown revelation.”

“Just wait for 48 hours, that one is a real doozy.” —-----------------------------------------------------

There was always a lot going on in a teenager's head at any given time. But since their meeting, more than usual had been following Mary and Eddie around. She assumed he hadn’t been thinking of her as much as she had him. But she’d been taking his advice to heart. It was natural for her to light up a little when she saw him in the lunchroom. She knew she couldn’t go talk to him but a sincere smile, a small head nod once they met eyes and the tiniest almost nonexistent wave of her fingertips clutched around her books caught him off guard mid-bite.

His eye went wider than he intended. He hadn’t expected her to acknowledge him at all. He didn’t know if he should acknowledge her back. He lost his cool exterior for a moment, eyes darting around paranoid before matching hers again. He gave a slight nod back and took a bite of his sandwich before breaking the eye contact.

“What the hell was that?” Dustin asked in a pubescent screech.

With a mouth full of food Eddie's eyes swing quickly to Dustin's sitting diagonal from him at the lunch table. “Mhmm? What the hell was what?”

“That… whatever happened with that pretty popular girl just now.” Dustin very obviously points and Eddie slaps his hand down into his tray of food.

“It was nothing.” a tone that clearly said back off.

“Nothing my ass. She did a little…” he does a tiny little wave of his hand.

“Who was that? Little Marry Unpoppable Cherry?” the older club member jokes under his breath.

“Maybe not so unpoppable.” the one next to him adds in an amused snort.

Everyone but Eddie laughs.

“Her name is Mary… and I wouldn’t call her popular OR call her by that nickname. How’d you like if someone called you some shitty nickname behind your back?”

The shamed boy shuts his mouth.

“You know who gave her that nickname? Those pricks that are sitting around her. We aren’t like them. We don’t call people stupid little nicknames and talk shit when we don’t know what the hell we’re talking about. Then we’re no better than them.” he roughly gestures with one hand in the general direction of the table where she sat with the athletes.

“Sorry.” someone mutters.

A quiet falls across the table. “So you’re not going to tell me what the hell that was about?”

Eddie glares into Dustin's soul with his almost black-brown eyes.

“Alright! Alright! Can’t blame a guy for tryin’!”

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Eddie’s sitting in his van, a street over from the library. This was the quietest his music had ever been in his vehicle and it was making him stir crazy. He drummed to a song faintly playing as he popped his lips and looked into the rear view mirror. He didn’t want to draw much attention to himself, as he didn’t want to seem suspicious and not only potentially blow Mary’s cover but his own. He pauses, eyes focused as a form comes into view. It was Mary, her sparklingly white reeboks stood out against the grass as she stumbled, pulling a sweatshirt over her head. Underneath was a stripped blouse of white and pink. A small V neck and rolled sleeves is a completely normal thing to see on a woman anytime, but for her, it was a bold step. Eddie only recalled noticing her in modest dresses or some kind of group t-shirt and jeans. She pulls the ribbon from her hair, fluffing it as she approaches, her sweatshirt now hung over her arm. She’s bright-eyed and only slightly huffing as she finishes her light jog at Eddie's van door.

“Hey!” she chirps and plops into the seat willingly.

“Go okay?”

“Oh yeah. The car’s parked between the library and the theatre. No one saw me leave the library.” she smooths down her fluffy hair, past her shoulders, and is now being fidgeted with at the ends.

“Nice break, jailbird.” he jokes with a smile before they make the drive to his place. As soon as they’re on the edge of town he turns his music back up. The head banging and hand drumming helped hide his nervousness. He shouldn’t have been. He’d had much more nerve-wracking plans with women before driving back to his place. Maybe he was picking up on hers. But she seemed oddly content in the passenger seat, head slightly moving with the music, watching the world go by outside the van window.

She followed him with a perfectly polite expression, like a puppy up to the trailer behind him.

“Ladies first,” he says with a slight bow and wave of his arm. She enters to find a room full of collectibles and trinkets. Hats hung like decorations and mugs lined shelves around the room. “Welcome, welcome. Excuse the mess.” he hunches and turns from her, headed toward the open space’s kitchen. There wasn’t a mess to speak of, he’d cleaned before she came over. He’d seen the house her family lived in, and it wasn’t hard for him to feel intimidated about where he lived when faced with how the other half lived. And Mary was certainly the other half. Her family wasn’t wealthy, but a two-story house in a nice neighborhood with two working parents and two cars was far from the situation he was in.

“Are these yours?” she asks, not turning his way.

“No, they’re uh… my uncles. Well, technically my aunt’s, was - my aunts.” he scratches his head, going blind to the decor of the space after it going unchanged for so long.

“They're cute.”

He huffs out a laugh, watching her inspect some hanging above the kitchen bar with nothing but genuine curiosity on her face. He didn’t expect her to be rude, but it wouldn’t have been the first time someone tried to be sarcastically nice about the place. “They used to uh, travel. A lot.”

“I wish I’d been to this many places.”

“Yeah me too.” he adds quietly, watching her before she returns to his face.

“The movie won’t start for another,” she glances at her watch. “Hour and a half and it has a run time of 86 minutes so we have plenty of time.”

“I know.” he gives a warm smile she doesn’t expect. “I got the uh, itinerary note you put in my locker.” he laughs, searching in his pocket and finding it and giving it a shake. “I’ve gotten plenty of things slid into my locker but none of them was an itinerary.”

“If I’m going to lie, I want to be sure we’re on the same page. To be a good liar you need to know all the information to manipulate the truth in your favor,” she explains confidently.

“I’ve created a monster.” he raises his head dramatically.

“I’ve always been like this.” she smiles proudly. “Except it’s been used to keep track of things like tests and babysitting. Never for lying. But it helps.”

“Whatever works.”

“And your Uncle is already gone for the night?” She knew he'd told her that already but she asked again out of nervousness.

“Yeah, he’ll be gone until the suns up. You’ll be long gone by then.”

“If this doesn’t kill me.” she tightens her lips.

“It won’t.” he laughs and moves to take her shoulders. “C’mon. It’s in my room. You’ll be FINE.”

“I’ve heard it makes you stupid.”

“That’s just a myth.” he groans.

“That it kills brain cells.”

“That’s just propaganda. Did they have you watch Reefer Madness in church or something?”

“How did you know?” she stumbles slightly looking back at him.

“Oh God, they did? Shit, I was joking. I’m sorry sweetheart. They’ve…they’ve really done a number on you, haven’t they. Damn cult.” he mutters as he still has hold of her shoulders gently, directing her down the short hall to his bedroom.

“I had someone tell me that one time. They were shouting we were in a cult, that we were sheep and needed to wake up. Whatever that meant. So I looked up the word cult in the dictionary and it said “a system of religious veneration and devotion directed toward a particular figure or object”. So I mean… they were kinda right weren’t they?”

“You memorized the definition? Didn’t know you were such a nerd.” he teases and gets a laugh out of her.

“Knowledge is power, Eddie.” she answers defiantly.

“Oh someone’s been watching their Schoolhouse Rock.” he mocks.

“Shut up!” she laughs as she tries to shove him playfully but he pushes her unexpectedly to plop onto his bed.

“So tell me, Miss Cherry, why would such an apt pupil, armed with all the knowledge a brainwashing campaign can offer, want to do a thing like this?” He says with a faux authoritative tone while digging through a cabinet.

“To find out for myself.” She states as if it’s obvious. “Same reason I talked to you.”

He stops and looks up, then to her. “That’s a good answer. Keep that.” He jabs his finger at her before rising and opening a familiar-looking lunch box on his dresser. “I don’t have any rolled so, gimmie a minute.”

She nods and bites her lip, taking in the cluttered bedroom. There was so much going on it was hard to know where to focus. It reminded her of her older brother's dorm room she’d seen when they visited him at college. Posters, art, and stickers covered the walls, she counted possibly 4 guitars and two big amps in the already small room. “Why so many guitars?” She asks innocently.

“Because I love them.” He answers happily. “You got the ax here. She’s the queen of the place. The acoustic is necessary for variety but also it’s what I learned on. This was my first electric, pawn shop special. She’s solid enough but she’s not the ax.” He beams the entire time he talks., fingers working some magic on the table Mary doesn’t understand.

“They’re all girls?”

“Oh, they are grown women.” He draws out the words and then amused with himself, laughs at his joke. “Yes, they’re ladies.” He adds looking up briefly from rolling the joint on the table.

“Why?”

“Have you ever played guitar Mary?”

“No.”

“And -no offense- I know you’ve not made love to one-“

“A guitar?”

“No! A woman you…” he snorts and runs the joint across his lips. “Don’t play dumb. It doesn’t suit you.” He interjects. “I love these guitars. They’ve got curves and you have to touch them just right to get them to do what you want.” He smirks and notices the blush subtle on her cheeks. “But when you do it right. When you’re in the zone and it’s all coming together it’s mind-blowing and feels better than anything else you’ve ever experienced.”

She gulps. “Are we talking about women or guitars now?”

“Both. Actually.” He gives a smile that makes her feel more at ease as he sits next to her on the bed, fingers fussing with the joint.

“Then I’m glad I had that added to my list already.” Her eyes were a bit wide and she stated it in a tone that felt like a joke but she meant it.

“You’ll get there.” He pats her knee. “But tonight we’re crossing this off.” He wiggles the joint in his fingers. “I’m going to introduce you to some real music and we’re gonna smoke and it’s gonna be great. Very chill hang out sesh, kay?”

“That sounds great. “

“Then stop picking your nails and loosen up your shoulders.” He sneers, lighting the joint and taking a drag before handing it to her. “Hold it like I showed you with the cigarette.”

She pinched it and stared it down as if it might attack her. She took a deep breath and looked over to Eddie for support.

“You’ll put it in, like a straw, right? And suck the air through it. Hold it if you can a few seconds then exhale.”

She nods quickly and swallows.

“It’ll be fine. I promise you.” He puts his hand over his heart.

She does as instructed and goes into a coughing fit about 2 seconds into holding it.

“That-a girl!” He praises as she shakily hands him the joint back. “Gotta cough to get off.” He pats her back supportively.

Without words, she asks what the hell he’s talking about with her face.

“It’s a saying. Coughing makes you higher. Makes the lungs take it in more.” He waits for her to wipe the tears that had formed and return her hands to her lap. “You good?”

“Yeah, I think so I don’t really….” She pauses and feels a warmth wash over her.

He watches her shoulders slump and her posture go bad. “Uh-huh you don’t, huh?” he snickers.

“I do.” She answers simply and it causes him to start laughing.

“Ya feeling it?” He teases and takes another drag.

“Uh-huh” she doesn’t nod but he can see the wheels turning in her slowly shifting bloodshot eyes.

“You good?” he follows up again, leaning in to get a good look at her face.

She considers it for a moment.

“Mary? Hello?” He asks, snapping his fingers.

“Sorry yeah, what?” Her aloof expression causes another giggle from him.

“I ask you a question and you were quiet for a few minutes.”

“Oh sorry. Yeah, I’m… my thoughts are going all over the place. What’d you ask again?”

“I asked if you were good.”

“Oh right. Yeah. I am but the whole point was to try to be bad right?”

“I meant are you high but you answered my question with that response.”

“Oh.” She begins to giggle now. “I was getting all… existential on ya.” She titters quietly.

“That’s the best part about smoking man. The conversation. And also that nice relaxed feeling. Do you get it in your chest? Like everything doesn’t suck for once?”

“Yes its… very nice.” She lets out a groan she didn’t know she needed to release.

“I thought you might benefit from it honestly. You’re wound so tight.”

“I know. I don’t wanna be.”

“You won’t always be if you work on it. You can change anything about yourself whenever you want. That’s the wild thing about being human.”

“Hmmph. You really can can’t you?” She sees different versions of herself flashing before her eyes.

“If you don’t give a fuck about what anyone else thinks you can.”

“Man, what's that like?”

“Wouldn’t know.” He shrugs.

“You act like you don’t care about anything.”

“Yeah but like you said. I act.” He offers with a dramatic hand.

“But you do all these things, the music the look, the drugs? Doesn’t that mean you don’t care?”

“I care a lot actually.” He pauses and tilts his head, looking around the room, resting his hands on the bed, leaning back slightly. “Just not about what most other people at Hawkins do.”

“You care about guitars.”

“Yeah. And music. D and D.”

“Dungeons and Dragons.” She states. “That’s your club right?”

“Yep. I love that shit man. You get to go be someone else, be somewhere else. Make up your own rules. That’s the thing with fantasy you don’t have to follow the rules that you do in real life.”

“I think I’d like fantasy.”

“You know what? You’re right. You would.” His eyes light up and he starts looking around the room. She watched him move things intermittently before a worn book is chosen. “I assume you read?”

“I can yeah.”

“I meant in your spare time” he laughs.

“Oh.” She shares the giggle. “Bible study, book club. Homework.”

“I don’t mean the Bible or for school. Do you ever read for fun?” He sounds exasperated for her.

“I… yeah.” He sees her shrink up a little.

“Did I upset you? Was I an asshole just now? I didn’t mean to be.”

“No, I'm just… sensitive. Sorry.”

“I’ll back off.” He holds his arms up in defeat.

“No, don’t. I need to toughen up. I need to share these things with you for you to understand me, be able to help me out.”

“That’s what I wanna hear.” He claps his hands together, still holding the book before sitting back next to her on the bed and facing her this time.

“I’ve been… taking books from the public library and the school's library for a year or two now. I don’t want anyone to know I read them so I can’t check them out.” She turns to face him too. Knees almost touching on the made bed. “I’ve been reading Sweet Valley High books. And there are some YA novels from the 70s that are surprisingly… risqué in the library.”

He didn’t want to patronize her. She was opening up to him. But he was seeing just how sheltered she’d been. She wasn’t allowed to read something as harmless as Sweet Valley High? No wonder she’d come to him for help. She was in a world that he was quickly realizing he couldn’t relate to. This made the tasks at hand that she’d shared with him all the more difficult to play out. He didn’t want to feel sorry for her or pity her. He hated when people did that to him. So instead he begins to look at her as someone fascinating. He wanted to know what her world was like. He loved fantasy and in a way she was stuck in one. Albeit a dystopian one. He was now the light-bringer in her world. The one who lit the way to enlightenment. As an avid fantasy fan and dungeon master, it wasn’t a task he took lightly.

“I remember finding a romance novel in my mom's bedside table. I couldn’t take it and read it but I flipped through it and it was… well there was certainly sex in it.” She grins. “And I thought to myself, if my mother can have something like this and claim to be so… so holy then I can read books with romance in them too. If she isn’t limiting herself like she’s limiting me then that’s not fair. That’s honestly something that started this whole list.”

“It’s called being a Hypocrite.” He says with a judgemental tone he didn’t try to hide. “People who try to control others very rarely follow their own rules. I would bet that if you went and snooped some more you’d find things that you’d never expect them to have.”

He sees it wash over her face, soberer for a moment with flashes of memories where they had indeed been hypocrites. “Do as I say and not as I do.” She mutters.

“Oh yeah. That’s textbook hypocrisy there.” He points his finger at nothing particular but the emotion being it was sure something.

She sighs and moves to see the joint in a makeshift ashtray on the nightstand, now no longer lit. “Can I?” She holds out her hand.

“Yeah, of course.” His voice was soft and so were his hands as he helped her learn to work the lighter and light the joint again. Another coughing fit ensues but it isn’t enough to distract her from how nice it felt for his hands to touch hers. Once she’s gathered herself, now 3 hits in and coughing less each time she continues.

“You have soft hands.”

Its the last thing he expected out of her mouth and his face gave away his surprise. “Thanks. I use lotion on them.”

“Really? I don’t know any guy who does that.”

“It helps with the callouses.”

“Like on toes?” She asks innocently.

“See? When you play guitar it toughens up your hands from the friction of the strings. Learning to play your hands bleed before you build up callouses.”

In her open and vulnerable state, she does what she wouldn’t otherwise have the courage to and takes his hand into hers and studies it. The backs were baby soft but the fingertips were hard. Like tapping on a wall. He lets her look, now thinking how nice it felt to have someone touch his hands too. Her fingertips traced lines in his palm to his fingertips where she inspected the hard pads.

“If I don’t use lotion they get scratchy and well, they don’t feel that great on your skin when you’re trying to touch someone.”

She compares their hand sizes and finds his finger much longer. “The effort doesn’t go unnoticed.”

She spoke like an oracle in one of his stories. He must be higher than he thought because she elaborated after watching his reaction. “Girls talk all the time about how guys don’t take care of themselves. Wishing they’d do stuff like use lotion and wash their faces. They like to bitch about their boyfriends a lot. It’s the majority of what they do. At least around me.” She shrugs. “So anyone getting touched by you notices and appreciates it. I can tell you that.”

“I never understood why people complained about their boyfriends, girlfriends, husbands, wives so much. If you don’t like them why are you with them?”

“Right?! She says with relief. “If you’re so miserable, leave! Or shut up about it. Because I don’t care. I think your boyfriend is a prick who tried to get me to sleep with him while you were dating. So anything to inconvenience him I’m down for.”

“That didn’t sound hypothetical.” he showed his concern in his voice.

She looks up to meet his gaze. “Yeah, it wasn’t.” Her face read as disappointed but he wasn’t sure at what exactly. “I know what they call me,” she adds quietly. “Unpoppable Cherry.” she rolls her eyes.

“Yeah…” his voice had vocal fry, dragging a bit and not knowing how to comfort her. “I’ve never called you that.”

She boldly holds eye contact with him for a long while, then looked over his face which was the kindest anyone had looked at her since she could remember. “You’re the only one I think.”

“They’ve been pretty awful to you haven’t they?”

She nods and finally looks away.

“Why do you still hang out with them?”

“I don’t know. Habit? The girls I’m on the team with, the guys are their boyfriends. My boyfriend plays basketball so those guys come with the territory.”

“Why ARE you a cheerleader anyway? You aren’t like any of them.”

“I’ve done it since I was a kid. I like it. It’s fun. The actual tumbling and the athletic part of it. Not so much any other part. Not the girls for sure. They’re either mean or ignore me. I don’t know which is worse.”

“I get that. That’s how a lot of people treat me. They’re either angry to my face or they act like I don't exist. I think I prefer the to my face. At least it’s honest.”

Another weak “Yeah.” to add to the growing list. He hadn’t meant to bum her out.

“Well maybe this’ll help you forget it.” he raises the book he’d forgotten about. “Fantasy, right? You don’t have to think about that shit when you’re in it.” he holds the worn copy of Fellowship of the Ring to her. She takes it and studies it. “It’s about the journey this Hobbit takes to… well save everyone. To put it simply. There’s wizards and monsters and all that epic shit. It’s a favorite of mine.”

His enthusiasm as always is infectious.

“Oh! There’s this band, Led Zeppelin, and some of their work is influenced by the books. There are multiple books by the way so when you finish that one, I can give you the others.” he speaks quickly and squats in front of a few stacks of records in a cabinet. There’s a lot of other kick-ass bands that like them too. Megadeth, Sabbath, you ever heard of Pink Floyd?”

She shook her head but didn’t speak, her eyes were no longer sad and he knew he’d succeeded in his distraction of her.

“Then prepare to have your mind blown,” he announces proudly. “This is Led Zeppelin 2, came out in 69. The same year as their debut album named the same…minus the 2.” He handles the record like a baby, light fingers and delicate movements to gently place it on a player connected to a large cassette sound system. “So many iconic riffs on this album.” he turns the needle to ‘Ramble On’ as he grabs his guitar and sits on the bed, head, hand, and foot already bobbing to the tune.

He watched as she got to experience her first taste of what he considered real music. Her pupils dilated, she barely even blinked as she listened. He played along with a short section quick guitar, snatching her attention away from the stereo as goosebumps crossed her arms. She’d never seen hands move so fast. He matched the song exactly in every way and she was completely invested in every movement his fingertips made. “Mordor is a place in the book,” he explained as the lyrics passed. She barely heard him speak, nodding and leaning forward slightly, eyes bouncing back and forth between his hands. The song ends and he pops up the needle on the record. He couldn’t help but ask “So… what’d you think.”

‘Holy shit.” she says breathily. He couldn’t have wished for a better reaction.

“Good right?” his brows raise and he excitedly starts hitting switches and finding a certain cassette. “I’ve played this one so much I don’t know if it’ll work, to be honest. I need to get a new one.” he fumbles, a pencil shoved into the cassette wheel to make sure it was tight before snapping it in. “This song…lemme find it…” the stereos blare for a few seconds at a time as he finds the song he’s looking for. “This one… I think you’ll like it. “It’s called Eat Your Heart Out. By Dio.”

“Like your jacket.” she meets his eyes, still in a daze.

“Exactly! You noticed!” he clenched his fists in excitement. “Listen to the lyrics. It’s…well it’s kinda about you.” he drops, sitting back down again with his guitar to mimic the entire song.

This song was heavy. It was fast. It was metal. And her ears tingled as she had to take a deep breath in to steady herself. She’d never heard anything like this before, and now she didn’t want to hear anything else. She thought his fingers might start smoking with the speed they picked up on the guitar. Her heart rate had been raised for many reasons at this moment but hearing someone talk about “Eat Your Heart Out, You’ve been a bad, bad girl…” she flushed red all the way down to her chest. Speaking of being in prison, of breaking free. ‘You’ve been hungry all your life.’ She’d never related to a song more. She mouths the word “Fuck” unheard by Eddie as he was concentrated on nailing the solo. The only thing she was more distracted by than his hands was his mouth. He mouthed every word, only stopping to bite his lip as he concentrated. She felt her mouth dry, not sure if the weed or the sudden feeling of flutters in her stomach and farther down were to blame. She wanted to ask if this is what being turned on felt like. She wouldn’t dare ask that. Yet. From that moment on she would compare all music to the songs, he introduced her to, changing her view of music forever. It wasn’t the only thing that changed that night inside her. Her feelings about Eddie had shifted, and she never looked at him the same way again.

PART 3

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GUIDE TO 90s COOL-TONED MAKEUP

Really, who doesn't love the 90s?

There's something so special about the makeup in this decade. It was chaotic, grunge, chic, free and cool. Think supermodel glam; a dramatic, dark, smokey eye with a little bit of a soft, generally blue, sheen. Lip combos were in. Enhancing your natural features rather than hiding them was in. So, why not bring it back? I feel like this look truly makes everyone 10x times hotter. Keep reading to achieve this cool-toned, frosty, chic and grungy 90s makeup.

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Foundation

Something that really defines 90s makeup is matte skin. We've seen it on Cindy Crawford, Linda Evangelista and Kate Moss. Find a foundation that truly matches your skintone; my suggestion is the Charlotte Tilbury Flawless Filter. Yes, it's not a matte foundation, but combined with the Laura Mercier Translucent powder, it will give you the perfect finish. Blend with a wet sponge.

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Concealer

You should apply your concealer in these spots for the perfect frosty look. Again, blend with a wet sponge. My suggestion is the NARS Radiant Creamy Concealer.

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Powder

After applying powder over your foundation, you want to apply a little more where you put your concealer and these other spots for a bright, matte finish. Trust me, a little brightness on these areas will enhance your features a lot.

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Contour

Put your contour a little bit higher than usual, like in the picture. It will give you that snatched supermodel look. The perfect 90s contour is definitely the Charlotte Tilbury Contour Wand in medium dark.

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A subtle blush

Our eyes will already be popping, so you want to be a little more subtle on the face. Pick a powder blush tone close to your skin color that still gives you that nice look on your cheeks and apply just a tiny bit. The Dior Backstage blush is a classic and totally works for this, but you can also use the Colourpop Wildcats blush.

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Eyeshadow

And now the funnest part! Start with an open brush and grab soft, transition brown shade and apply it on your crease with circular motions for a nice transition between your skintone and the darker shades.

Then, grab a less open brush and use light grey shade all over your lid, blending it with the brown shade.

After that, use a dark, almost black shade on your "outer V" to give your eyes contrast. Tip: don't try to create a foxy eye shape if u don't naturally have it. Following your natural shape will always look better and reflect your unique beauty.

Lastly, use a deep blue, shimery eyeshadow to create a transition between the grey and the black, just like the picture shows.

Colourpop Gone Matte Palette

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Liner and mascara

To finish your alluring eye-look, use the Rimmel Scandaleyes Pen liner on your upper lashline and your favorite mascara on your lashes.

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Lips

My favorite step! We are going for a red velvet lip look. Start with a deep brown lip liner. I like to use the Makeup Forever lipliner in Total Taupe. Now, the perfect lipshade for this look is the Rimmel 560 lipstick. Tip: you can also use a red velvet eyeshadow on your lips.

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