#Dog Friendly B&B York

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The Apple House: Your Dog-Friendly B&B in York

At The Apple House, we welcome you and your furry companions to experience the perfect blend of comfort and charm in York. Our dog-friendly B&B in York is designed with both you and your four-legged friend in mind. To Know more visit our website.

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Could you tell me more about Chicago? I don't hear it romanticized as much as New York or LA but I've always wanted to go to complete the large U.S international cities tour

Sure! Here are some big hitters from a tourist perspective. (Disclaimer, this is gonna be basic because I'm writing it rapidfire, so please don't judge me fellow Chicagoans 😭🙏 and feel free to add!!):

GREAT food scene. It can't compare to New York or LA by volume but what's there is consistently excellent and isn't as overwhelming as those two.

America's best skyline. I'm being so serious. If you care about architecture you need to visit this city. If there's one touristy thing you do in Chicago, take the Architecture Tour on the river. It’s genuinely worth it even if you aren’t big into architecture!

Less important as a tourist, but genuine, unpretentious, friendly people. Most of my friends are transplants from other cities and it's near unanimous that Chicago is the friendliest/most sociable city they've lived in.

Our summers are PHENOMENAL. Constant events, free movies on the green at Grant Park most nights, festivals, and BEACHES. People don't realize we have beaches IN THE CITY!! Because we gatekeep it from outsiders!!! It won't compare to the ocean, of course, but it's such a nice thing to have access to in the summer! (and beautiful to walk on year-round, which leads me to my next point)...

Our lakefront is 99% public access, with a walkable path that winds up and down the entire city. You can walk the ENTIRE trail down the city without needing to detour. My second biggest recommendation is to rent a bike and bike as much of the lakefront trail as you can, especially in the summer. It's so lovely - city skyline on one side and blue on the other.

The birthplace of improv comedy and a major hub of jazz, blues, house, R&B, and hip-hop. If you see an improv show while you're here, there are lots of great options - Second City and iO are the biggest. Second City is the "original" of the originals, and if you see a show there, I recommend checking out green street farmer's market a couple blocks down and seeing a show before/after. It's in a really nice area. I'm not well versed in our music scene unfortunately!

Incredibly diverse neighborhoods with a lot to explore wherever you are in the city.

Northalsted/Boystown is the oldest offically recognized gay neighborhood in the US. Andersonville also has a really vibrant LGBTQIA community and is home to a LOT of wonderful local shops and food joints. It's a really good "walk around/explore" neighborhood. Actually, both of them are. (I don't know much about the nightlife unfortunately).

Bar scene - tons of really cool speakeasies and dive bars, some prohibition-era. Worth checking out if you drink.

Rooftops. Our city loves a good rooftop restaurant/bar. I'd recommend this over riverfront dining. We've got beautiful architecture, a lake, and a river to admire from them, and you can enjoy them even if you don't drink! Lots of really good happy hour deals abound.

Chicago-specific foods to try while you're here: Deep dish pizza, Chicago-style hot dogs, Italian beef sandwiches

i am here and i am very cute and gorgeous.

Some photos to sell you! These are from google. My phone is dead and I'm too lazy to crawl through my camera roll but trust me it's jorjus

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Blossom's Friends

So I have thinking about giving Blossom (my Luigi and Daisy's youngest daughter) some friends. I used this picrew for the designs of her friends as a prototype of what I would imagine they would look like and I have their aus and headcanons for them.

Here the links:

TOON ME! ⟪ A ⟫｜Picrew

TOON ME! ⟪ B ⟫｜Picrew

So here they are:

Himari

Age 12

Female

Straight, ''Cis''

She/her

Birthday: May 24th

Asian- Japanese

Dad- Hideki, Mum- Yumiko

Has a 6-year old little brother named Nobita

Has 1 pet: A Norwegian Forest cat (Female, colour: beige and white) named Bibi

Born in Osaka, Japan, but then moved to Brooklyn, New York State, USA at the age of 9 years old.

Speaks Japanese fluently, as this is her first language, English is her second. So she has a Japanese accent.

Himari first met Blossom at primary school, when she first came to Brooklyn from Japan. Himari was a bit shy as she didn't know much English, but soon, she made really good friends with Blossom and also learned English too.

Personality: friendly, spiritual, fun, helpful, hardworking, amazing, slightly strict.

Loves: Maths, comic books (especially shoujo manga), anime and tokusatsu like Doraemon, Tokyo Mew Mew, Super Sentai series, Showa-era anime and tokusatsu shows, drawing, hanging out with friends, ramen, computer games, her family, martial arts.

Dislikes: people making fun at her accent, dirty rooms, most modern new music.

Himari often teaches Blossom about Japanese culture, especially kawaii culture.

Clothing aesthetic style: Indie and Normcore.

Jada

Age 12

Female

Straight, ''Cis''

She/her

Birthday: November 9th

Black

Dad- Michael, Mum- Olivia

She is the only child

Has 2 pets: A Bird (Male, colour: white) named Mr Sparkles, and a hamster (Female, colour: ginger) named Robin

She wears glasses due to poor eyesight

An Animal lover and wants to help animals.

She is a Baptist Christian

She takes swimming lessons once every 2 weeks on Friday evenings.

Jada first met Blossom on the first day of secondary school, in Science class. Since Blossom is also an animal lover, she really connected to Jada and they started talking about different animals and breeds after class.

Bird enthusiast and often carries the book about birds in her school bag.

Personality: smart, intelligent, thoughtful, kind, sweet, helpful, brave, brainy.

Loves: animals, birds, science (especially biology), sports, family and friends, her pets, geography, the beach, swimming, gospel music, zoology.

Dislikes: Maths, sad songs, being late for important things, rude people, people hating on her love for birds.

Clothing aesthetic style: VSCO.

River

Birthname: Rachael

Age 12

Female

Nonbinary, Pansexual

They/them

Birthday: October 20th

White

Has ADHD and Anxiety.

Dad- Brandon, Mum- Abby

Has an older sister (sibling) named Sam, who is 17 years old and is genderfluid and uses she/he/they pronouns.

Has 1 pet: A Dog (Male, colour: brown and white) named Sparky

Gothic music lover

River first met Blossom during break time at school before River came out as nonbinary and pansexual. River commented on Blossom's clothing style, saying that Blossom was very adorable and fluffy, which made Blossom smile.

Personality: moody, cool, a little bossy, nice, sometimes calm, wild, loyal.

Loves: Gothic music, their dog, their best mate, anime such as My Hero Academia, Jujutsu Kaisen and Pokémon, art, drawing, chocolate cake, Hazbin Hotel, gory stuff like spiders, Halloween, Tim Burton films, videogames.

Dislikes: people using the wrong pronouns, their anxiety, pastel colours, cute things, Harry Potter, the colour pink. 

Clothing aesthetic style: Grunge.

Darcy

Age 12

Female

Straight, ''Cis''

She/her

Birthday: January 25th

White- Canadian

Has Dyslexia

Dad- Richard, Mum- Elizabeth

Has a younger 9 year old sister named Ann and a younger 5 year old sister named Lucy.

No pets

Food lover (sweets)

Born in Ottawa, Canada, but then moved to Brooklyn, when her dad got a new job at the age of 6 years old.

Speaks in a Canadian accent

A Great Singer

She is proud to be a little larger than her friends despite comments by other people.

Darcy first met Blossom at Reading help centre in their local area, when they were 10 years old. Blossom also struggled with reading despite not having dyslexia, so they started to play dollies together in the play area of the centre, and the friendship grew over time.

Personality: cheeky, funny, giggly, lovable, pouty, a little stubborn, greedy, bubbly, a little quiet.

Loves: cake, lots of fun, her little sisters, ball games like catch, biscuits, food, her Canadian culture, her friends, music, singing, sleeping.

Dislikes: getting sick, overeating, reading too much, being tired, annoyance, fat shaming, people making fun of her appearance.

Clothing aesthetic style: Art Hoe.

Fannie

Age 12

Female

Straight, ''Cis''

She/her

Birthday: June 30th

White- of Irish decent

Has Autism, Dyslexia, Anxiety.

She wears glasses.

Dad- Danial, Mum- Bertha

Has twin 7 year old younger brothers named Peter and Luca, and a baby 2 year old little sister named Penny. (all of them has Autism).

Refers to her parents as Mummy and Daddy.

Has 3 pets: 2 guinea pigs (both Female) named Pearl and Sweetie and a Lionhead rabbit (Female, colour- beige) named Creamy.

Always carries her yellow dog plushie named Caramel with her, just like Blossom does with her Bubbles the bunny plushie.

She is Blossom's best friend, she is always there to protect and help Blossom.

Fannie first met Blossom on the first day of primary school, when they were 4 years old. Blossom fell over and hurt herself and Fannie came over and patted Blossom's head gently.

Fannie's interests are similar to Blossom's.

Her hyper fixations are True and the Rainbow Kingdom, Sanrio and Play-Doh.

Personality: extremely shy, sensitive, cry-baby, kind, sweet, protective, quiet, prone to tears quickly, helpful, gentle, childlike, clumsy, humble.

Loves: colouring, watching cartoons, Play-Doh, drawing, art, her pets, family and friends, her plushies, making cute bracelets, painting, Blossom's Dad; Luigi (because he's the most sweetest, understanding and caring person with a very BIG heart), shows like True and the Rainbow Kingdom, MLP, Care Bears, playing card games, dress-up games, Sanrio, hugs and kisses, playing with Blossom, her Nintendo Switch.

Dislikes: messy rooms, untidy things, people making her uncomfortable, horrible people, others making fun for her childlike interests, anyone hurting poor Blossom, tall heights.

Clothing aesthetic style: Soft girl.

Camila

Age 12

Female

Demisexual (with male preference), ''Cis''

She/her

Birthday: April 2nd

Hispanic- Mexican

Dad- Miguel, Mum- Selena. Also her grandma Valentina lives with her family.

She was born in Brooklyn to parents who were from Mexico and moved to the USA.

She is the only child

No pets

She is the best baker in Blossom's year. Everyone LOVES her baking and her sweets.

She often bakes Mexican sweets like: Concha (sweet bread roll), churros, etc.

Usually bakes with her grandma, who taught her many Mexican baking skills and the cuisine.

If something goes wrong her baking, she becomes resilient and try it again.

She also speaks Spanish fluently.

She bakes special treats at the end for each term (Christmas, Spring, Summer).

Camila first met Blossom during Art class in secondary school and they sat next to each other. Camila positively commented on Blossom's OC drawings on her sketchbook, this made Blossom really happy.

Personality: resilient, strong, kind, creative, mature, loyal, reliable, trustworthy, patient, a little bit cheeky.

Loves: baking, cooking, friends and family, Mexican cuisine, family gatherings, cleaning, playing the guitar, helping her friends, volleyball, cakes, sweets, making people happy, learning new things and skills, watching Spanish movies.

Dislikes: getting things wrong, bullying, rainy days, rock climbing, trains.

Clothing aesthetic style: Cottagecore and Bakerycore.

Mars

Birthname: Martha

Age 12

Female

Trans guy, Bisexual, (also experimenting with pupgender).

He/him and They/them

Birthday: March 17th

White

Has Autism, ADHD, Anxiety, Gender Dysphoria.

Getting therapy for his GD and his severe anxiety to help him cope with the mental health issues. 

Dad- Eddie, Mum- Pauline

Has 1 older 15 year old brother named Roy, who is gay.

Has 1 pet, a British shorthair cat (Male, colour- greyish blue) named Bandit.

A huge rabid Bluey fan.

He has a (furry) pupsona called Bobo.

Has severe anxiety, which he is prone to temper tantrums and mental breakdowns.

Only socially transitioned.

He has Bluey merchandise everywhere, including social media pfps and such.

His hyper fixations are: Bluey, Paw Patrol, Blue's Clues, My Hero Academia, Y2K children's shows.

He is best mates with River.

Mars first met Blossom during Art class in secondary school just like Camila, before Mars came out as trans (he was only bisexual then). Blossom was amazed by the Bluey stuff on Mars' books and his bag. So they started talking about Bluey and their favourite characters.

Personality: sensitive, strong, kind, moody, sad, open, anger issues, obsessive, friendly, creative.

Loves: Bluey (obviously), art, drawing, his comfort characters, Paw Patrol, Y2K style, rock music like The Beatles, furry art, being accepted for his identity, LGBT+ memes, Tumblr, children's shows, dogs, friends and family, skateboarding, his plushies, Hazbin Hotel, cats, seeing Bluey memes, Jammidodger (a trans guy Youtuber; his parents wants him to stop watching that person because they believe that he could bring a bad influence on their child), videogames.

Dislikes: people misgendering him (it makes him flip into rage), used the wrong pronouns on him, his parents not accepting his trans and pup identity (but they are fine with the bisexual identity), Blossom's Dad; Luigi (unfortunately), his anxiety, being bullied, being misunderstood.

Clothing aesthetic style: Goth and Kidcore.

Well, that's all of Blossom's friends, I hope you'll like them. :)

Violet's (Blossom's older sister) friends are coming soon.

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I don't do ask games because I am Old and back in my days we filled out ridiculously long questionnaires on the internet and that's how I like to interact with things like these.

My answers below a cut.

What are three shows in your watchlist that you’ve been meaning to get to? Season 2 of Our Flag Means Death, finish Adventure Time already oh my god, and The Switch, like I bought it and have all the episodes since 2020 just watch it aaaa!

Describe your favorite pair of socks? Knitted by my mom :)

Do you like smoothies? They're alright like, don't really care either way.

What do you wear when you have to dress nicely? Dress pants and some sort of a nice shirt/blouse something.

How do you like your eggs? Vegan.

What do you use to keep your place when you’re reading a book? Any kind of piece of paper.

What color dominates your closet? Probably white.

Do you collect anything? If so, what? Not really anymore. When I was a kid I used to collect small porcelain figurines.

What sounds or scents calm you down? Rain on the roof.

What’s your favorite kind of uquiz question? (Lyric, color, aesthetic, etc) I have no idea what this means.

Do you wear glasses or contacts? Glasses.

What’s something about your best friend that you love? My wife is my best friend and I love her sillyness!

Do you prefer to write in pen or pencil? Pencil.

What are some places where you feel most at home? Aside from my home, the local museum that I used to work in for a time. Funnily enough I don't feel at home at my current museum.

Do you have any houseplants? Do any of them have names? I have one Kultaköynnös and one Posliinikukka, but they don't have names.

Describe your favorite hoodie. How long have you had it? What makes it unique? Dark blue with a text "I am smiling at your dog not you" in white and yellow over the silhouette of a spitz.

What’s the last thing you ordered online? A pair of rainbow socks and some rainbow shoelaces are the most recent thing that has arrived (the rainbow shop was having a flash sale) and the one that hasn't come yet were some tummy-friendly cat treats.

What’s one historical event that you would have liked to have witnessed? The meetings of the famous Round Table at the Algonquin Hotel in New York in the 1920s, when Harpo and pals were having a riot.

What’s your favorite Halloween costume from when you were a kid? Halloween wasn't a thing when I was a kid. I did dress up as a bee to a school disco in elementary school once.

What kind of math are you best at? I don't know the names of maths, but the one where you have rope and have to figure out what is the largest area you can rope off (other than a circle) with the length of rope you have.

What’s your favorite period in art history, your favorite famous work and/or your favorite style of art? If you don’t know any that’s ok! Favourite period is the Renaissance - specifically Italian Renaissance, I don't really care for the Northern stuff too much. Favourite work is something by Fra Angelico, maybe the musician angels on the Linaioli Tabernacle. Also Noli Me Tangere.

Iced or hot drinks? I don't really care for either. I'm luke warm :(

Which songs do you like to sing in the shower? "What Can I Do For You" and "It's Over (Isn't It?)" from Steven Universe. Also the opening song from Revolutionary Girl Utena, "Rinbu Revolution."

Are you a good driver? Nope, don't have a driver's license.

Do you have any piercings or tattoos? Are there any that you want? I have one earring on my right ear, a tattoo over my heart and another on my hip. I want a tattoo on my leg of the phrase "All shall be well and all shall be well and all manner of things shall be well." Also the word "gaude" somewhere.

Can you cook or bake? If so, what are some of your specialties? Yes I've gotten really into both since veganism happened. But maybe the Georgian cabbage casserole is worth mentioning.

Do you have any keychains on your home or car keys? Describe them! I have a glass rainbow (third one since I already broke two identical ones ._.) and a small paint scraper for removing Nazi stickers.

Can you swim very well? Do you like swimming? No and no.

Did you play with Legos as a kid? What was your favorite set? Yes but we didn't really have sets, we had giant tubs of all the pieces mixed together for a free-for-all.

Is your closet organized? If so, how? I try to keep it organised, so like undershirts on one shelf, overshirts on another, jumpers on another etc.

What’s the last music video you watched? Probably something for the @animemusicbrackets.

If you could dye your hair any color, regardless of how you think it would look, what color would you choose? GREY.

Headphones or earbuds? When going out I tend to have earbuds because I can wear them under a hat.

Can you read analog clocks? Yes. Though I used to have one where the face was backwards and the hands went counterclockwise and that was actually easier for me to read.

Describe your favorite stuffed animal, either now or from when you were a kid. My mom made a dog for me when I was a baby and I loved it the most ever.

What’s an arcade or table game (air hockey, ping pong, etc) that you’re really good at? None.

Do you mind if others are in the kitchen when you’re cooking or baking? I don't mind. We can talk, you can help, etc.

What’s one show you watch or musician you listen to that your friends know nothing about? Show: Anime called Wasteful Days of High School Girls; Musician: Yemi Alade.

What was the best part of your day today? Coming home to my wife <3

What’s your favorite kind of tree? Maple.

What scent is your deodorant? Uhh, black and white? >_> I have no idea.

Do you have any games on your phone? If so, which one(s) is/are your favorite? No, I only have a work phone and it doesn't have enough memory to store extra apps. I play games on the switch.

Do you shower with the lights on or off? ...what... It would be completely pitch black if the lights were off? Is that a thing? I would drop every bottle of soap and shampoo in the world if the lights were off... I would fall over... I- I have the lights on.

What do you do with spare change? Put it in my wallet.

Do you have good handwriting? It's okay.

What’s the last thing a friend recommended to you that you looked into and actually liked? I have no idea...

Do you like to go on walks? Yes.

Do you have a favorite plate or bowl? No.

What’s your favorite thing to do when it’s raining? Nothing out of the ordinary, I'll do what I would be doing anyway.

Describe your perfect sleeping conditions. Bed, can breathe through my nose, duvet and a heavy crocheted blanket on top, one pillow under the head and one between the knees and one supporting the torso.

50 Questions Just Because

What are three shows in your watchlist that you’ve been meaning to get to?

Describe your favorite pair of socks

Do you like smoothies?

What do you wear when you have to dress nicely?

How do you like your eggs?

What do you use to keep your place when you’re reading a book?

What color dominates your closet?

Do you collect anything? If so, what?

What sounds or scents calm you down?

What’s your favorite kind of uquiz question? (Lyric, color, aesthetic, etc)

Do you wear glasses or contacts?

What’s something about your best friend that you love?

Do you prefer to write in pen or pencil?

What are some places where you feel most at home?

Do you have any houseplants? Do any of them have names?

Describe your favorite hoodie. How long have you had it? What makes it unique?

What’s the last thing you ordered online?

What’s one historical event that you would have liked to have witnessed?

What’s your favorite Halloween costume from when you were a kid?

What kind of math are you best at?

What’s your favorite period in art history, your favorite famous work and/or your favorite style of art? If you don’t know any that’s ok!

Iced or hot drinks?

Which songs do you like to sing in the shower?

Are you a good driver?

Do you have any piercings or tattoos? Are there any that you want?

Can you cook or bake? If so, what are some of your specialties?

Do you have any keychains on your home or car keys? Describe them!

Can you swim very well? Do you like swimming?

Did you play with Legos as a kid? What was your favorite set?

Is your closet organized? If so, how?

What’s the last music video you watched?

If you could dye your hair any color, regardless of how you think it would look, what color would you choose?

Headphones or earbuds?

Can you read analog clocks?

Describe your favorite stuffed animal, either now or from when you were a kid.

What’s an arcade or table game (air hockey, ping pong, etc) that you’re really good at?

Do you mind if others are in the kitchen when you’re cooking or baking?

What’s one show you watch or musician you listen to that your friends know nothing about?

What was the best part of your day today?

What’s your favorite kind of tree?

What scent is your deodorant?

Do you have any games on your phone? If so, which one(s) is/are your favorite?

Do you shower with the lights on or off?

What do you do with spare change?

Do you have good handwriting?

What’s the last thing a friend recommended to you that you looked into and actually liked?

Do you like to go on walks?

Do you have a favorite plate or bowl?

What’s your favorite thing to do when it’s raining?

Describe your perfect sleeping conditions

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👊🏻Agnostic Front ‎– Something's Gotta Give Clear / Red & Silver Splatter Vinyl 🔥

Get it here: https://coolstuffoutpost.com/b/u6bkE

Agnostic Front ‎– Something's Gotta Give Clear / Red & Silver Splatter Vinyl Limited Edition

In 2018 Strength Records did the very first vinyl re-issue for the SOMETHING'S GOTTA GIVE album. Last year Strength Records was disbanded but the friendly contact between Strength label owner Wouter (also running Rebellion Records) and Roger Miret remained. The 2018 re-issue sold out very quickly leaving an unfulfilled demand. Now here is a special 2022 deluxe vinyl edition this time presented by Rebellion Records. Different name, same people, even better quality!

Though originally released 20 years ago already , the mix of crude New York Hardcore and Oi!'ish sing-along anthems hasn't lost any of its impact, remaining crucial and for quite a few AGNOSTIC FRONT's favorite album - until this very day! Including the band's biggest hit "Gotta Go", "SOMETHING'S GOTTA GIVE" features a total of 15 scorchers, all making sure this was the best comeback-album the pioneers of New York Hardcore could ever make! A must-have in every punk's, skin's or hardcore kid's record collection!

Pressing Info:

Gatefold 900x clear with red and silver splatter

Tracklist:

01. Something's Gotta Give

02. Believe

03. Gotta Go

04. Before My Eyes

05. No Fear

06. Blinded

07. Voices

08. Do Or Die

09. My War

10. Bloodsucker

11. The Blame

12. Today, Tomorrow, Forever

13. Rage

14. Pauly The Dog

15. Crucified

Band: Agnostic Front

Title: Something's Gotta Give

Release: 1998 / 2022

Label: Rebellion

Genre: NYHC

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South Shore Tiki Lounge – Kihei, Maui, HI

Happy Hour at South Shore Tiki Lounge – Kihei, Maui, HI

Updated 10/4/2022 by the Maui Happy Hours team

Happy Hour at South Shore Tiki Lounge 11am-6pm Daily

- $5 Happy Hour Margaritas - $4 Pacifico Draft Beers - $4 Well Liquor Drinks

Live Music at South Shore Tiki Lounge

- Enjoy live music nightly from 4pm-6pm by local Maui artists —————————— Address: 1913 S. Kihei Rd, Kihei, HI 96753 Phone: (808) 874-6444 Website About: South Shore Tiki Lounge is a relaxed eatery serving burgers, pizza & seafood also features traditional & inventive cocktails in Kihei, Maui, HI. Tiki Lounge strives to buy local and use only the finest and freshest ingredients. Their bread products are made with wheat and malted barley flour. They contain no dairy products and are cholesterol free. The meat products at South Shore Tiki Lounge come from Maui Cattle Company free-range cows. They contain no hormones or antibiotics. Fresh fish is caught off the shores of Maui. Their oil “Whole Harvest Smart Fry” is 100% cold expeller pressed soybean oil used only for cooking French fries. It contains no harsh chemicals, no solvents, no trans fatty acids, no hydrogenation and no cholesterol. Their veggie dogs and burgers are made from soybean and wheat protein. They are low carb, low calorie and low fat. Vegan chili is made with 3 types of beans, 3 types of chili, 3 types of onions, tomatoes, and herbs. Hand-tossed New York style pizzas are crafted from scratch using wheat flour, extra virgin olive oil, filtered water, and a few secret spices. The sauce is made from fresh crushed Roma tomatoes and fresh (not dried) chopped herbs and spices. We hope you enjoy it! “The young (and young at heart) flock to South Shore Tiki Lounge, where bamboo and kitschy tiki decor complement a full bar, outdoor lanai, great wait staff, surf videos, and a menu of sausages, burgers, and some of the best pizza on the island.” – Maui Time Weekly Voted best bar on Maui for 7 years by Maui Time Weekly readers as well as best place to dance and best local pizza and voted best bar silver by Maui No Ka Oi magazine readers. According to these recent South Shore Tiki Lounge patrons: “Delicious food and beverages at a descent price. Great Happy Hour deals. Very friendly staff. Cool relaxing atmosphere.”Kim P., October 2022 “We had a great time dancing on our first visit. Our second visit we ate some of the best pizza we’ve ever had. Erin our server went out of her way to make our dinner perfect in every way. Bart the bartender was great as well. HIGHLY RECOMMEND!”Kyleigh P., September 2022 “Amazing cocktails and pizzas. It has good music and a vibe in the evening. Would highly recommend this place in Kihei.”Naman G., October 2022 “Don’t let the outside fool you. Awesome pizza and delicious drinks! The price was extremely low, considering your other food options on the island. Found this totally by accident. Was just looking for something different than seafood and decided to give this place a try. So glad I did!”Tracy B., September 2022 “Enjoyed some grub and live tunes, the guy was awesome on the guitar and harmonica. Had kalua pork sandwich, our Daughters had the appetizer cheeseburger sliders and keiki mac and cheese and shared the fries along with their favorite POG juice, Wife and I enjoyed a refreshing pina colada. Staff was nice as always, great spot.”Zach J., August 2022 Happy hour at South Shore Tiki Lounge is 11am-6pm daily featuring discounted margaritas, draft beers, and well liquor drinks.

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Nov 27, 1868, Lt. Col. George Armstrong Custer’s 7th U.S. Cavalry attacked Black Kettle’s Southern Cheyenne camp on the Washita River (near present day Cheyenne, OK). These native Americans were not on the warpath, and in fact Black Kettle had just returned from discussions with Colonel William B. Hazen about preserving the peace.

Custer's men attacked the camp at dawn, killing Black Kettle and his wife by shooting them in the back as they fled. Reports indicate that as many women and children were

killed as warriors, and that Custer used fifty-three women and children taken captive at the Washita as human shields during the action.

By early December 1868, the attack had provoked debate and criticism in the press. In the Dec 9 Leavenworth Evening Bulletin, an article noted: "Gen. S. Sandford and Tappan, and Col. Taylor of the Indian Peace Commission, unite in the opinion that the late battle with the Indians was simply an attack upon peaceful bands, which were on the march to their new reservations". The Dec 14 New York Tribune reported, "Col. Wynkoop, agent for the Cheyenne and Arapahos Indians, has published his letter of resignation. He

regards Gen. Custer's late fight as simply a massacre, and says that Black Kettle and his band, friendly Indians, were, when attacked, on their way to their reservation."

The scout James S. Morrison wrote Indian Agent Col. Wynkoop that twice as many women and children as warriors had been killed during the attack. The Fort Cobb Indian trader William Griffenstein told Lt. Col. Custer that the 7th U.S. Cavalry had attacked friendly Indians on the Washita. In response, General Phillip Sheridan ordered Griffenstein out of Indian Territory and threatened to hang him if he returned. The New York Times published a letter describing Custer as taking "sadistic pleasure in slaughtering the Indian ponies

and dogs." It also alluded to his forces' having killed innocent women and children. [O'Blivion]

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crawl home to her, b.b. x reader

chapter four // three days on drunken sin

summary: bucky decides to rifle through those boxes and finds the will to make the first move.

warnings: food/eating, nothing too bad this time!

word count: 1.7k

author’s note: how are we feeling about this week’s episode?? we’re getting closer to the start of tfatws with this chapter!! hope i don’t break your heart too much with the boxes :)

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The boxes taunted him for three days.

Three stacks of two boxes each cluttered his entranceway, each with that familiar scrawl of Steve’s God-awful handwriting.

‘BUCKY’

All caps, in black Sharpie, underlined three times just for good measure. Steve was always good at getting his message across.

He didn’t want to know what was in them, he told himself. But Steve was gone, and this was all he had left. These, that stupid notebook he still hadn’t found the will to write in, and the shield that was kicking around Sam’s apartment somewhere.

He wanted to toss them in his building’s dumpster, to push these aside like he did with everything else in his life. Out of sight, out of mind. That week, he didn’t tell his therapist about the boxes, or Sam’s unexpected visit, or his neighbor that he was now avoiding like the plague. Thankfully, she chalked his silence up to Steve and tried to fill in the conversational lulls with suggestions of amends and lists and he just wanted to go back to sleep.

Like always, sleep never came.

He knew the single night in his bed was a fluke, but he kept trying at least. He’d untuck his flat sheet from under hit mattress, fluff his pillow, and tuck himself in. Within five minutes, he was back on the hardwood floor of his living room, the lamplights illuminating his window and casting a perfect shadow on those stupid boxes. Finally, on the third night, he huffed a sigh and sat up, his arm whirring at the sudden movement. He wasn’t accomplishing anything letting them sit and gather dust.

Bucky reached under the cushions of his couch, fishing for the knife he had stashed away and got to work slicing through the clear packing tape securing each one.

The first five boxes were files. Mission reports, everything Steve could get his hands on about The Winter Soldier. The translations were rough, the descriptions weren’t as vivid as he remembered them now, and it wasn’t even close to everything. Why Steve kept them when Bucky was working to erase every trace of this from the universe, he would never understand. Steve was sentimental, even with the bad stuff. Bucky glanced over the files scattered across his entranceway, which maybe amounted to a year of his missions. If Zemo had looked in some suburb in upstate New York, he would have found everything he needed.

The dumpster behind his building was starting to feel more and more enticing.

The last box felt different. Significantly lighter and smaller, the items rolling and clanking as he dragged it towards him. He braced himself for more files, more reminders of what he had done as though they didn’t exist in his mind every second of the day.

The first thing he recognized was his mother’s handwriting. ‘Recipes’, scrawled so perfectly on a yellowing label.

The tin box was tinted with age, dented after so many years. He laughed and could remember it tucked away on the top shelf of the cabinet by the fridge, just out of Rebecca’s reach, even when she’d stand on her tiptoes in search of it. His Ma rarely fished it out, other than to let his little sister read over the ingredients with sticky hands as she helped stir pots and peel potatoes. She had them memorized by the time she was a teenager, having transcribed her own mother’s recipes onto these little cards. He was sure Rebecca did, too.

Next was the worn fabric of his Ma’s favorite apron. Yellow embroidered flowers scattered the crimped edge, strings falling loose. He recognized some of the stains, from spaghetti night and cake batter that she let dry on the cloth for too long.

Finally, a worn silver chain was buried at the bottom of the box.

JAMES B BARNES 32557038 T42 A

Of course, Steve with all his connections and know-it-all attitude and ‘I can do this all day’ would find some way to find his dog tags, probably tucked away in some ancient Hydra file. His flesh fingers ran over the indentation of his name, pressed into metal like millions of other boys had, off to fight a war that had nothing to do with them. Everything to lose, nothing to gain.

When he was most alone, settled into muddy trenches with wet socks and a stiff military jacket, he would recite those numbers out into the night sky. He’d map constellations over his head, wondering if it would be his last night and all there would be left of him would be those stupid discs of metal clanking around his neck and the letter tucked away in his jacket breast pocket, addressed to his mother.

His mother was long gone, he knew that. But to a fully conscious James Buchanan Barnes – not the Winter Soldier - he had only seen her a few years ago when he shipped off.

After a moment, he pulled the chain of his dog tags over his head, settling them under his shirt. His ears rung with the sound of footsteps in the hallway. The sound of dragging feet and the jangle of your keychain signaled your return from class.

His family was gone, Steve included. The only people he has left are halfway across the world, or off on some death-defying mission wearing metal bird wings. Except you, who still leaves bags of cookies on his front door mat, despite the silent treatment from his end. His maybe too friendly neighbor who poured over lists of albums for him to find taped to his door in barely legible handwriting when you should have been studying.

His mother’s recipe box was calling his name.

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The knock on your door startled you from your nap. Well, if you can call dozing off at your desk using a law book as a makeshift pillow a nap. You stalled in your desk chair, eyes bleary as you squinted at your front door, then at the top corner of your computer.

2:36 AM

You nuzzled back into your book, content to chalk it up to your sleep deprived brain making things up.

The second knock was much more insistent and was certainly coming from your door. You rushed out of your chair, sock-clad feet dragging the blanket draped across your shoulders as you shuffled over, the knocking never ceasing. You blinked the sleep from your eyes, peering out your peephole into the dark hallway.

Bucky, with slumped shoulders and a bowed head, trying with all of his might to make himself as small as possible still took up so much of the doorway with his broad shoulders.

You should be mad at him.

You should go to bed, ignore him like he’d been ignoring you for the past few weeks. Like you hadn’t shared late nights and he hadn’t sat in your kitchen, licking your spoons clean or tucked into your couch just to watch you study, a new record playing gently. Your forehead pressed to the door, vile building in your throat as seething words collected on your tongue.

“I know you’re there.” His voice was muffled through the wooden door, feeling so close but sounding so far away. “We should work on you dragging your feet, doll.”

If you had taken another peek, you would have seen him pressing his forehead to the other side.

“You ignored me, Bucky.”

“I know. I’m sorry.” He sounded sincere, even through the door. “Some family stuff came up. But it’s no excuse, I shouldn’t have pushed you away.”

It’s so stupid, letting yourself get so attached to the first guy to bat his eyelashes and read to you. It’s idiotic to want him to seep into your days and nights, to never leave like he had left you, after only knowing each other for a month.

It’s so foolish to open the door. But you do it anyways.

He swallows as he stands straight, and the widening of his eyes tells you that he wasn’t expecting you to give him a second chance.

“I, uh, here. Thought I’d finally return the favor.”” Bucky shoves forward a plate of cookies, misshapen and unevenly cooked. His eyes finally found yours. “My mom’s recipe.”

Family stuff, you remembered. The weight of the plate felt heavy in your hands, almost as heavy as his gaze on you as you lifted one of the lesser burnt cookies to your mouth and took a timid bite.

Bucky, you’ve come to learn, gives his love in silent acts of approval. He shines when you tell him his singing isn’t totally awful or that he makes a great sous chef, eyes crinkling when you approve of his music choice for the night or compliment the voices he picks when reading from his books. As he watched you, you felt that this cookie meant more to him then just flour and eggs.

He was reaching out, terrified of your rejection.

“You made these?”

“Alright, I’m not totally helpless.”

“They’re amazing, Bucky. Your mom should be proud.”

He returned your smile, knowing that she wouldn’t be. How could she, after all that his hands have done? Hands that should’ve been home, hoisting his sisters onto his shoulders. Hands that should have been helping set the table and at work so they had something to eat in the first place.

He looked so timid in your hallway, unsure of the next move. You rolled your eyes, moving to clear your doorway, despite his hesitation.

“Come on.” You spoke, like ushering in a stray cat with the promise of food and love.

He took the first step forward, shoulder to shoulder, head tilted down to catch your playful gaze with his serious one. Your mouth opened to make some sort of quip to ease the tension, but the words died in your throat as he pressed his forehead against yours for just a second.

His eyes closed as he drew in a single serene breath through his nose.

He was gone as quickly as he had come, moving further into your apartment and directly to your shelves of records, gloved fingers grazing over the sleeves in contemplation for his first choice of the night. As you finally collected yourself enough to close the door, you wondered how many people in the world had ever loved Bucky Barnes enough to give him a second chance.

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TOP O’ TH’ WORLD

1907 - 1908

Top O’ Th’ World is a musical by Mark E. Swan with music by Manuel Klein and Anna Caldwell and lyrics by James O’Dea, featuring songs with lyrics by Joseph W. Herbert. It was originally produced by J.M. Allison, staged by Frank Smithson, and choreographed by William Rock and Signor Luigi Albertieri.

The story concerns Maida, a little girl who finds herself mysteriously transplanted to the workshop of Kris Kringle near the city of Illusia. There is a love story in which a near discoverer of the North Pole resolves to find it, if only to rescue a maiden who has been frozen by Jack Frost at the command of Aurora Borealis, Queen of the Northern Lights. Guided by Kankakee, an Eskimo, and his little daughter Kokomo, the entire party proceeds to Illusia, accompanied by The Candy Kid and The Jack in the Box, who were brought to life in Kris Kringle’s  workshop, and who are paired up as travelling companions of the Friendly Bear.

The show was designed to appeal to both young people and their parents. The variety musical included:

The Collie Dog Ballet - “8 captivating, whirling misses and almost-human dancing dogs.”

The Candy Kid 

The Intelligent Bear ~ Kathleen Clifford and Arthur Hill as ‘Maida and the Friendly Bear’

Jack Frost

The Heart of Fairyland

In the Land of Christmas

The Top of the World - Santa’s Workshop

The Spring Time of Love

"By the sun that burns throughout the day and the moon that shines at night by the great caciques of the past and the present, by the rivers that flow through northern forests, and the rivers where the hunted deer doth quench his thirst, by all the brave and the true in Eskimo history, I bid you welcome this day in the beautiful month of the seasons to witness little Kokomo." ~ KOKOMO the ESKIMO (Anna Laughlin)

The musical opened in Toronto at the New Alexandria Theatre on August 26, 1907. It then moved to Buffalo NY, Rochester NY, Detroit MI, Cincinnati OH, 

On October 16, 1907, Top O’ Th’ World played Young’s Pier in Atlantic City. [Although this newspaper suggests the play tried out at Young’s Pier in Atlantic City, the newspapers there do not list any such performance on these dates.]

Top O’ Th’ World opened on Broadway on October 19, 1907 at the Majestic Theatre (5 Columbus Circle at 59th Street). The Majestic had previously housed the family-friendly hits The Wizard of Oz and Babes in Toyland. Anna Loughlin, who plays Kokomo the Eskimo Princess in The Top O’ Th’ World, returned to the Majestic where she had played Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz. Arthur Hill (the Bear) was her Cowardly Lion. 

About the Venue: The Majestic was built in 1903, one of the first theatres by Columbus Circle, which was expected to become another theatre district. It went through many name changes and owners until 1923, when William Randolph Hearst took over, changed the policy to cinema, and renamed it the Cosmopolitan. It was torn down in 1954 to allow for wider sidewalks in front of the New York Coliseum.

George Munroe cross-dressed to played the role of Aurora Borealis, Queen of the Northern Lights, in the style of a pantomime dame. 

On February 3, 1908, the show moved to the Casino Theatre (1404 Broadway at 39th Street) where it closed on February 22, 1908 after 156 performances. 

“’The Top O’ Th’ World’ is a bit of stage-jelly with powdered sugar spiced mildly with peppermint and wintergreen.” ~ INTERNATIONAL PRESS ASSOCIATION

Frost King (aka Dolly Dimples) is at large in the big city! 

The first week in December, a new song titled “Dinah” was added to the show. It was also announced that the production had arranged ‘closed automobiles’ to transport groups of 25 children or more to the theatre for free. To accommodate holiday audiences, the production offered daily matinees. 

“On Christmas Day a Santa Claus will distribute dolls to the little girls of the audience who are so fortunate as to draw tickets for them. Two dolls, of life size, are among the prizes in this ingenious lottery - these being described as ‘made in France, of the finest material and dressed for the occasion’."

The doll promotion was so successful it was continued at all Wednesday matinees. 

~ Fun and Feast for ‘Top o’ th’ World’ ~ 

“After last night's performance of ‘The Top o' th' World’ at the Majestic Theatre there was yet another performance for the benefit of the company only. A small stage had been built under the regular stage, and on this various members of the company made fun for the rest. Sam Diamond indulged in recitations from Shakespeare and George W. Monroe and Catherine Clifford were also on the program. Then Manager J.M. Allison and his wife treated the entire organization to a beefsteak dinner. Congressman and Mrs. James W. Rhlnock of Ohio Joined In the festivities” ~ January 1, 1908

About the Venue: The Casino Theatre was  built in 1882 for light musicals and operetta, but showed mostly vaudeville starting in 1892.  A 1905 fire necessitated much reconstruction. In February of 1930, the theatre was demolished to make room for the expanding garment district.

In an attempt to keep the show fresh producers staged a song contest. There were no winners except the show, which got free publicity from the stunt. 

After closing at the Casino on February 22nd, The Top o' th' World went on the road, opening with Philadelphia on February 24th, then visiting Baltimore, Washington, Boston, and stopping in Atlantic City. 

Top O’ Th’ World opened in Atlantic City at the Apollo Theatre on the Boardwalk on April 16, 1908. The theatre was supposed to host Miss Marlowe during this time, but her engagement was canceled. 

In 1910, the play morphed into The Top O’ Th’ World Dancers, extracting the more popular acts (including the Collie Ballet) into a variety / vaudeville production. 

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*     ⸻     𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑  𝐓𝐖𝐎  .

positive  traits  :  charismatic�� ,  good  listener  ,  friendly  ,  easygoing  ,  adaptable  . neutral  traits  :  observant  ,  quick  -  witted  ,  flirtatious  . negative  traits  :  ruthless  ,  jealous  ,  manipulative  ,  easily  upset  ,  greedy  . labels  :  the  people  -  pleaser  ,  the  seducer  ,  the  know  -  it  -  all  . likes  :  parties  and  clubs  ,  walking  in  manhattan  late  at  night  ,  chai  latte  ,  white  shirts  ,  playing  the  guitar  ,  late  night  drives  ,  cats  ,  crime  shows  and  documentaries  . dislikes  :  rainy  days  ,  new  york’s  traffic  ,  crowded  places  ,  cold  coffee  ,  long  phone  calls  ,  babies  ,  small  elevator  talk  ,  romantic  movies  . music  :  indie  rock  ,  rock  ,  hip  -  hop  and  r&b  . food  :  nathan’s  hot  dogs  ,  sushi  ,  pasta  (  aka  instant  noodles  are  lifesavers  )  ,  steak  /  barbecue  . drinks  :  negronis  ,  vodka  ,  soju  ,  black  unsweetened  coffee  ,  cranberry  juice  ,  black  tea  with  almond  milk  . habits  :  running  almost  late  ,  clicking  his  tongue  ,  smirking  ,  tapping  his  foot  . alcohol  ?  cigarettes  ?  drugs  ?  yes .  sometimes  .  sometimes  (  weed  ,  cocaine  )  . character  inspirations  :  frank  vernon  ,  roman  roy  and  kendall  roy  (  succession  )  ,  robert  spearing  (  industry  )  ,  nate  archibald  (  gossip  girl  )  ,  harvey specter  (  suits  )  ,  bobby  axelrod  (  billions  )  ,  fleabag  (  fleabag  )  ,  can’t  think  of  others  right  now  lmao  .

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kennedy  was  born  the  oldest  son  of  a  greedy  couple  who  was  rising  in  their  career  .  his  father  was  also  an  in  -  house  lawyer  for  a  big  corporation  while  his  mother  worked  in  an  investment  bank  .  growing  up  in  such  an  environment  ,  he  has  always  been  encouraged  to  chase  his  dreams  and  not  let  anyone  or  anything  stop  him  from  getting  what  he  wants  .  from  a  very  young  age  ,  he  developed  skills  such  as  public  speaking  ,  strategizing  and  arguing  /  convincing  people  around  him  .  of  course  becoming  manipulative  also  came  in  that  package  .  he’s  always  been  ruthless  .

a  very  bright  student  ,  kennedy  attended  columbia  university  and  specialized  in  corporate  law  .  he  was  an  intern  in  a  top  law  firm  before  he  applied  to  masters  .  after  he  got  in  ,  his  goal  is  now  to  become  general  counsel  .  although  it  is  a  challenge  ,  he  is  confident  he  will  make  it  ,  no  matter  what  is  needed  to  get  there  .

*     ⸻     𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒  .

very  much  of  a  night  owl  ,  he  struggles  to  get  up  in  the  morning  .

he  takes  the  public  transportation  to  work  ,  which  surprises  a  lot  of  people  ,  considering  he  sounds  like  a  spoiled  asshole  sometimes  .

his  friendliness  doesn’t  always  mean  he  wants  something  from  you  .  he  loves  socializing  and  considers  himself  someone  who  has  many  friends  but  also  many  enemies  .

his  favorite  color  is  green  .  it  matches  his  eyes  ,  he  says  .  when  it  comes  to  clothes  ,  he  prefers  neutral  tones  .

although  he  is  a  lawyer  ,  there  is  a  very  “  indie  ”  side  to  him  when  he’s  out  of  the  office  .  he  likes  playing  the  guitar  and  going  to  underground  parties  and  bars  .

a  massive  flirt  ,  it’s  a  form  of  cheap  entertainment  .  he  doesn’t  care  for  a  romantic  relationship  and  avoids  that  at  all  costs  .

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IN  -  HOUSE  LAWYERS  :  they  could  be  friends  ,  rivals  ,  frenemies  .  .  .  i  love  some unhealthy  competition  among  lawyers  in  this  firm  .

FLIRTATIONSHIP  :  well  ,  he  hits  on  every  pretty  girl  in  the  firm  basically  .  this  can  be  kind  of  a  game  for  them  .

UNLIKELY  FRIENDS  :  they  belong  to  different  worlds  but  still  get  along  pretty  well  .  maybe  they  meet  outside  master  at  first  and  then  realize  they  work  for  the  same  company  .

SECRET  RELATIONSHIP  :  they’re  supposed  to  hate  each  other  but  still  are  drawn  to  each  other  (  can  be  romantic  or  not  )  .

BEST  FRIENDS  :  kennedy’s  go  -  to  people  at  the  company  ,  the  ones  that  he  gossips  to  and  shares  secrets  with  .

DRINKING  /  PARTY  BUDDIES  :  happy  hour  means  these  two  are  gonna  meet  and  make  one  hell  of  a  mess  .  and  have  the  time  of  their  lives  ,  of  course  .

ONE  NIGHT  STAND  :  they  probably  hooked  up  and  it  was  good  ,  but  it’s  all  a  blur  when  they  wake  up  the  next  morning  at  one  of  their  apartments  .  oh  ,  and  they’re  late  for  work  .

OTHER  DESIRED  RELATIONSHIPS  :  frenemies  ,  enemies  with  benefits  ,  wingman  /  wingwoman  ,  someone  he  is  manipulating  or  vice  -  versa  ,  leading  on  ,  crush  (  one  -  sided  or  not  )  ,  someone  he  shares  a  secret  with  .  or  anything  ,  really  !!

[asgardianmagicman]

No Safety in My Arms - chapter 7

A/N: sorry for the long hiatus on here, but I’ve got three chapters of this fic to post (including this one) from while I was gone, so keep an eye out for those the next couple days!

read it on ao3 here, listen to the playlist here, find the previous parts here!

       After the odd encounter at the door to your apartment, you didn't really see much of Loki for a few days, which you guessed wasn't all that surprising. He hadn't really struck you as a very social person, especially since the majority of the people in the tower still seemed convinced he'd try to kill them again at the drop of a hat. What was strange to you, though, was the fact that his room was completely silent, all the time. Not just silence from a lack of movement: his emotions were also radio silent. This, while strange, wasn't really any of your business, so you weren't about to knock on his door to ask why you couldn't hear every little change in his emotional state. You didn't know him well enough for that.

       Yet.

       Come to think of it, you didn't really see much of anyone for a few days after Loki moved into the tower. Your theory was that everyone was doing their best to avoid their new housemate, though of course you couldn't confirm that. The only times you saw anyone else who lived in the tower were your occasional trips to the kitchen, where someone (usually either Bucky or Nat, and even both of them on one occasion), and once you ran into Steve at the elevator: he was coming from the gym and you were heading downstairs to take Aksel for a little walk. It wasn’t very often that you felt lonely, living in the tower like you did now, but for the first time in a long time you were beginning to feel that hollow ache creep into the corners of your heart.

       It was about a week later when you next saw your new neighbor. You’d just come back up to your floor after picking up your grocery delivery in the lobby (you hadn’t visited a grocery store on your own in months, after a few too many strangers violating your space to pet Aksel and ask you questions about him) and were on your way to the kitchen to make dinner when you saw him sitting in an armchair in the common area, reading an antique-looking book. I didn’t realize it was possible for someone to turn a page so gracefully, you thought to yourself, only to be pulled back to reality by Aksel leaving your side to go and greet the raven haired god.

       “Oh, no, Aksel, get back here, he doesn’t want you bothering him--” you stammered and, momentarily forgetting you held bags of food in your arms, you reached out to grab his collar to stop him like you usually would, sending the bags that held the vegetables and the gallon of milk you’d ordered toppling to the floor. As soon as the flimsy plastic of the milk jug hit the floor, it burst, sending the white liquid flooding across the floor.

       Unbeknownst to you, Loki had been observing you out of the corner of his eye, and while he was a bit confused that your black canine had yet again taken an interest in him, but he was determined not to react and let the creature lose interest on his own. That was until you dropped the bags you were carrying and something broke open on the floor. He turned to see what exactly had happened then, and to his surprise your dog was looking at him very pointedly, as if asking Loki why he wasn’t rushing to your aide. He scowled at the dog, magicked his book away, and stood from the chair, making his way over to where you stood somewhat helplessly in the middle of the mess that had just been made.

       You looked up from the growing puddle and now-soaked veggies that spread out at your feet when you heard the prince’s footsteps approaching, and you felt your cheeks heat with a light blush. “Uh, hi,” you said lamely, adjusting the rest of the bags you still had a hold of. “Sorry about Aksel, he’s just really friendly, and he doesn’t know you so he’s curious, I’ll try to make sure he doesn’t bother you again when you’re busy like that--” You cut your rambling short when he held up a hand, as if to silence you, which caught you off guard.

       “Would you like some help cleaning up?” he asked, voice as even and emotionless as his expression. You felt your blush deepen a bit, and you nodded silently. He nodded back, then looked down at the spilled milk that had nearly reached his toes. With a small wave of his hand and a flash of green light, the gallon of milk was once again intact and full, sitting neatly beside the produce bags of asparagus and spinach. Once the mess was taken care of, Loki bent down, graceful as ever, and scooped the items up into his own arms. “To the kitchen?”

       You nodded once again, leading the way when he tilted his head and indicated for you to go before him. The sound of Aksel’s nails on the stone floor at your side served to calm you a bit, though your heart was still beating hard against your ribcage; something about the emotional silence the villain of New York could turn on and off at will set you on edge, but not out of fear. He was different from everyone else you lived with, and you weren’t entirely sure how to handle that yet.

       The trip to the kitchen only took about a minute, and you set everything down on the counters as quickly as possible, turning to take the remaining groceries from Loki. His fingers lightly brushed your own as he handed over the food, and you couldn’t help but startle slightly at the contact, though you quickly regained your composure. “Thank you,” you said again quietly, offering him a small smile as you looked up into his eyes. He simply tilted his head slightly in a nod, then turned and began to walk out of the kitchen, you assumed to go back to reading his book. You watched him for a moment, a small part of you wanting to call him back and invite him to have dinner with you, but the thought had your face turning a distinct shade of pink, so you hastily brushed it aside.

       You turned back to the groceries on the counter, starting to gather everything you needed, not thinking much of the clicking of Aksel’s nails on the tile as he crossed the floor, you assumed to lay by the table like he usually did when you were cooking; not underfoot but close enough if you needed him. You did look up, though, when you heard Loki trying to shoo your dog away, and you realized that your lab had begun to follow him back to the common area. “Aksel,” you chided firmly, “leave him alone.” The canine looked over at you, then looked back up at Loki.

       “Go, I’m not your master,” Loki said, a slight scowl on his face as he looked down at the dog. Aksel stood still for a moment, then turned and began to make his way back to the kitchen. But as soon as he realized that Loki’s footsteps were not following him, he turned right back around, catching up with the dark prince, stepping in front of him and bumping his head lightly against the man’s knees, as if trying to guide him somewhere.

       “Aksel.” you called again, more stern this time, confused as to why your normally perfectly behaved service dog was suddenly being so rebellious. “Let him be, he doesn’t want you bothering him. Come. Here.” You were sure that your tone would bring your dog back over to you, head hung for being fussed at, but he didn’t even look at you; instead he kept his eyes trained on the god whose path he was currently blocking. When said god stepped around the raven-furred canine to continue back to the chair he’d been previously occupying, though, Aksel did something you’d never seen him do before: he took a mouthful of the Loki’s green tunic shirt in between his teeth and held fast, pressing his weight down into his paws to prevent the man from walking any further.

       Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped at the sight, completely aghast at your canine companion’s behavior, and when you looked back up at Loki you could see your expression mirrored on his face as he looked at you from across the room. “Aksel!” you shouted, returning your gaze to the decidedly bad dog for a second before meeting Loki’s incredulous gaze again. “Oh my god, Loki, I’m so sorry, he’s never done anything like this before, I don’t know why he’s acting like this right now.”

       The God of Mischief said nothing for a moment, simply closed his eyes for a moment, setting his jaw and letting out a rather melodramatic sigh before he turned to look back at your dog. “If I go with you, will you let go of my shirt?” he asked, and it was clear that his patience with the situation was growing rather thin. You thought it a bit strange that your neighbor was speaking directly to Aksel, because you weren’t entirely sure whether your canine companion would understand the whole question, but to your continued bafflement, Aksel’s dark tail began to wag in earnest, in what seemed to pretty clearly be a “yes”.

       “Very well,” Loki agreed, however begrudgingly, and waited until Aksel had dropped his shirt from his mouth before he walked alongside the dog, back into the kitchen. “It appears your little medical professional insists that I keep him company,” he said, a very slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he followed Aksel over to the table and took a seat.

       “My what? Oh,” you stuttered, realizing his joke after a moment, and you couldn’t help but laugh a little. “It would appear so,” you agreed simply, then returned to your task of gathering up the ingredients you need to make dinner, mostly to keep yourself occupied, and to distract yourself from the fact that you were alone with Loki, which had never happened up til now, and you were incredibly aware of his gaze following you as you moved through the kitchen.

       “Are you hungry?” you asked after a few moments of silence, opening a cabinet and pulling out a mixing bowl and an oven tray for the vegetables.

       “Pardon?”

       “Are you hungry?” you repeated patiently, now turning to face the man again. The sight of his furrowed brows made your heart twist a bit, but you ignored it. “I was going to make dinner, but it’ll be more food than I can eat on my own. You’re welcome to eat with me, when I’m finished cooking."

       You watched him as you awaited his answer, and as you saw his eyes searching your face for… something, you could hear whatever magical wall he had up to keep his emotions from you slip a bit, and it nearly broke your heart to hear the confusion and mistrust that plagued his mind at the simple offer.

       “What are you making?” he eventually spoke, one brow arched slightly as he held your gaze, appearing the slightest bit suspicious. Part of you wanted to be irritated by his attitude, but you didn’t exactly blame him; you were really the only person who had treated him with kindness since he’d moved in besides his brother, but their relationship was rocky at best.

       “Just some baked chicken, pasta with cream sauce, and roasted asparagus.”

       “...That sounds acceptable.”

       You couldn’t help but huff out a soft laugh and roll your eyes at his words. “Alright then. Dinner for two it is,” you said, half to yourself, as you turned back to the ingredients you would need to make dinner for yourself and your paranoid companion. You pulled dishes out of cabinets and set the oven to preheat, but after about a minute without any sounds beyond the muted contentment and curiosity coming from Aksel, the clatter of dishes as you moved around the kitchen, and the tangible silence from the man at the table, you felt the familiar itch of anxiety under your skin.

       “J.A.R.V.I.S.?” you called, praying your voice wouldn’t give away your current emotional state.

       “Yes, miss?” the AI answered almost immediately. “What can I do for you this evening?”

       “Some music while I cook would be nice.”

       “Of course. Any specific requests?”

       You turned to look at Loki over your shoulder at the AI’s question. “Do you have anything you’d like to listen to?” you asked, partially to be polite and partially because you were desperately curious to see what his music taste was like. He seemed to consider for a moment, then gave a slight shake of his head.

       “I haven’t heard any Midgardian music, and I doubt that Stark has access to anything Asgardian.”

       You nodded slightly, thinking for a moment about a possible solution. “Well,” you began, making sure you had the god’s attention before you continued. “Does Asgardian music have a lot of strings?”

       The question seemed to catch him off guard again, but he recovered quickly and nodded. “Yes, most of it.”

       “Alright we can work with that. J.A.R.V.I.S., how about some Tchaikovsky?”

       “Of course, miss,” the AI said pleasantly, and almost immediately the main theme from Swan Lake began playing. A smile tugged at the corner of your lips, and you once again returned your attention to making dinner for yourself and Loki. Once you got into the flow of cooking, you completely lost track of everything else; even the music that J.A.R.V.I.S. had turned on at your request seemed to fade away as you prepared everything. It wasn’t hard, you’d done it plenty of times before, but it did require a considerable amount of multitasking, which you’d come to enjoy.

       After about twenty minutes, everything was ready, and you put together two plates of food, carrying them to the table before going back and getting each of you a glass of water from the fridge. You let out a soft sigh as you sat down across from the dark prince, and you offered him a smile as you gestured to the plate. “Go ahead, dig in. It’s not nearly as good once it’s cold, trust me,” you said, before picking up your own silverware and beginning to eat, only realizing how hungry you’d been the whole time after taking your first bite.

       The meal passed in silence at first, besides the music that was still playing, which was fine by you, but after a couple of minutes, you         looked up when Loki spoke your name.

       “Why is your little creature staring at me so intently and waving his tail around?” he asked, and you nearly laughed at the genuine confusion in his voice.

       “Oh, he’s begging. He wants you to give him some of your food,” you explained, then took a sip of your water.

       “...Should I give him some?”

       “Oh, no. He’s not allowed to have ‘people food’. It’s part of his training as a service dog.”

       Loki nodded at that, and while you could tell he still didn’t completely understand what exactly went into Aksel being a service dog, you were very appreciative that he was being respectful of the rules as he learned them. “Very well then,” he said simply, then turned and looked back down at the black lab sitting at his feet, waiting expectantly for the forbidden food. “You know the rules, don’t you?” the god chided, raising an eyebrow at the lab. “I’m sure you do. So, in that case, you’d best stop begging before you get everyone in trouble.”

       The interaction brought a smile to your face, even though you realized pretty quickly that Loki was completely serious; something about the way he was treating Aksel like he was another person was very endearing to you. Aksel, for his part, did as Loki said, though seemed to pout as he laid back down on the cool tile floor at the god’s feet. The interaction caused your stomach to flutter slightly in a way that you were certainly not going to label as butterflies.

       The rest of the meal passed without incident, and once you finished and saw that Loki had finished, as well, you stood, stacking the plates and carrying the dishes to the sink so you could rinse them off before putting them in the dishwasher that was going to need to be run soon. As you turned on the water and began to rinse the extra sauce and everything off of the dishes, you heard Loki clear his throat softly, and you glanced up to let him know you were listening before you returned to your task. When you heard him thank you, though, you were caught so off guard that you fumbled with the dishes in the sink, accidentally breaking one of the glasses, which sliced your palm. You swore under your breath, hastily grabbing a nearby dish towel and pressing it to the cut.

       “Oh, uh, you’re welcome,” you stammered a bit awkwardly, blushing as you looked up to see that he’d begun crossing the room toward you.

       “Are you hurt?” he asked, and you couldn’t tell if he was concerned or simply curious, so you waved him off.

       “It’s just a scratch,” you assured him. “I’m going to go back to my room and clean and bandage it there. I’ve got gauze and band aids in my bathroom, I’ll be fine.”

       He looked at you for a moment longer, brow arched as if unconvinced, but after glancing down at your hand for a moment once again, he relented. “If you don’t think you should see your healer,” he said simply, his indifferent expression from the common area once again settling over his features.

       “I’ll be fine,” you insisted again, though this time more to convince yourself. “Come on, Aksel. It’s almost bedtime.” Your canine companion easily followed you out of the kitchen and back to your apartment. As you fumbled for a moment with the doorknob, Aksel turned and looked back at Loki for a moment, eyes trained intently on the god’s face, before he followed you into your apartment, closing the door behind you.

[readerbookclub]

The Book Club’s January List

Guess who’s back with a new book list? This month’s theme was inspired by a suggestion that we read hopeful books for the new year. After looking for such books I found that hopeful stories rarely exist without an element of tragedy or struggle, hence the theme Bittersweet. The books on this list are quite varied, some more bitter and others more sweet. Nonetheless, all of them seem very interesting. Let’s get to it!

This first book was recommended to me by the same person who inspired this month’s theme. It also happens to be the first non-fiction book on these lists! It’s an autobiography by someone whose unique life has shown her the importance of education:

1. Educated, by Tara Westover

Tara Westover was 17 the first time she set foot in a classroom. Born to survivalists in the mountains of Idaho, she prepared for the end of the world by stockpiling home-canned peaches and sleeping with her "head-for-the-hills bag". In the summer she stewed herbs for her mother, a midwife and healer, and in the winter she salvaged in her father's junkyard. Her father forbade hospitals, so Tara never saw a doctor or nurse. Gashes and concussions, even burns from explosions, were all treated at home with herbalism. The family was so isolated from mainstream society that there was no one to ensure the children received an education and no one to intervene when one of Tara's older brothers became violent. Then, lacking any formal education, Tara began to educate herself. She taught herself enough mathematics and grammar to be admitted to Brigham Young University, where she studied history, learning for the first time about important world events like the Holocaust and the civil rights movement. Her quest for knowledge transformed her, taking her over oceans and across continents, to Harvard and to Cambridge. Only then would she wonder if she'd traveled too far, if there was still a way home. Educated is an account of the struggle for self-invention. It is a tale of fierce family loyalty and of the grief that comes with severing the closest of ties. With the acute insight that distinguishes all great writers, Westover has crafted a universal coming-of-age story that gets to the heart of what an education is and what it offers: the perspective to see one's life through new eyes and the will to change it. 

2. The Travelling Cat Chronicles, by Hiro Arikawa and translated by Philip Gabriel

Nana the cat is on a road trip. He is not sure where he's going or why, but it means that he gets to sit in the front seat of a silver van with his beloved owner, Satoru. Side by side, they cruise around Japan through the changing seasons, visiting Satoru's old friends. He meets Yoshimine, the brusque and unsentimental farmer for whom cats are just ratters; Sugi and Chikako, the warm-hearted couple who run a pet-friendly B&B; and Kosuke, the mournful husband whose cat-loving wife has just left him. There's even a very special dog who forces Nana to reassess his disdain for the canine species. But what is the purpose of this road trip? And why is everyone so interested in Nana? Nana does not know and Satoru won't say. But when Nana finally works it out, his small heart will break... 

3. A Man Called Ove, by Fredrik Backman and translated by Henning Koch

Meet Ove. He’s a curmudgeon—the kind of man who points at people he dislikes as if they were burglars caught outside his bedroom window. He has staunch principles, strict routines, and a short fuse. People call him “the bitter neighbor from hell.” But must Ove be bitter just because he doesn’t walk around with a smile plastered to his face all the time? Behind the cranky exterior there is a story and a sadness. So when one November morning a chatty young couple with two chatty young daughters move in next door and accidentally flatten Ove’s mailbox, it is the lead-in to a comical and heartwarming tale of unkempt cats, unexpected friendship, and the ancient art of backing up a U-Haul. All of which will change one cranky old man and a local residents’ association to their very foundations.

For the next two books, I interpreted Bittersweet in a slightly different way. These books are about finding beauty in an otherwise horrible situation. Because sometimes, perspective can make all the difference:

4. The Enchanted, by Rene Denfeld

This is an enchanted place. Others don't see it, but I do. The enchanted place is an ancient stone prison, viewed through the eyes of a death row inmate who finds escape in his books and in re-imagining life around him, weaving a fantastical story of the people he observes and the world he inhabits. Fearful and reclusive, he senses what others cannot. Though bars confine him every minute of every day, he marries magical visions of golden horses running beneath the prison, heat flowing like molten metal from their backs, with the devastating violence of prison life. Two outsiders venture here: a fallen priest, and the Lady, an investigator who searches for buried information from prisoners' pasts that can save those soon-to-be-executed. Digging into the background of a killer named York, she uncovers wrenching truths that challenge familiar notions of victim and criminal, innocence and guilt, honour and corruption-ultimately revealing shocking secrets of her own.

5. Bel Canto, by Ann Patchett

Somewhere in South America, at the home of the country's vice president, a lavish birthday party is being held in honour of the powerful businessman Mr. Hosokawa. Roxane Coss, opera's most revered soprano, has mesmerised the international guests with her singing.

It is a perfect evening – until a band of gun-wielding terrorists takes the entire party hostage. But what begins as a panicked, life-threatening scenario slowly evolves into something quite different, a moment of great beauty, as terrorists and hostages forge unexpected bonds and people from different continents become compatriots, intimate friends, and lovers.

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[timlink]

I saw [TIMOTHY LINK] at a coffee shop in [MANHATTAN] today. I forgot how much [HE/HIM] looks like [CHARLIE COX]. They are a [THIRTY-FIVE] year old [STRUGGLING ARTIST WHO WORKS AS A DOG-WALKER] who’s been in NYC for [THREE MONTHS] now. Every time we run into each other, they are always [POSITIVE + GENEROUS] but I’ve heard people say they can also be [ALOOF + AWKWARD]. [HEY JUDE BY THE BEATLES] reminds me of them every time it comes on the radio.

hi everyone!! i’m tess (she/her) and i’ve super duper excited to be here!! it’s been a while since i’ve joined a tumblr rp (exactly 3 years!!) so i’m really excited to jump in & meet everyone :)) if you want to plot, lmk! timothy needs friends :((

B I O

Timothy Link grew up in a small town in Vermont, surrounded by a large family and plenty of books, toys and animals to call his own. He is the oldest child in a family of seven, with four younger sisters and two loving parents. His parents, Izzy and Todd Link, have been married for an odd twenty years, having had Timothy when they were just eighteen years old.

Timothy isn’t the type of person to express negative emotions easily. He focuses mainly on the things that make him happy, and in general, he's a very shy, reserved man. However, while he is friendly, his reserved nature sometimes makes him seem "cold", which is not what he is at all.

 Years ago, when Timothy was a young college kid, he returned home for the holidays only to discover that his mother was having an affair. This in itself would be shocking news to anyone, but what was even more shocking about it was that Timothy’s mother was having an affair with a parent of Timothy’s childhood friend. Heartbroken, Timothy set off to tell his father, only not to once he realized what that would do his family’s happiness if his mother’s wrong-doings were revealed. Since then, he hardly comes home at all, having moved around from place to place so as not to settle anywhere too long. He’s finally made a home out of New York, and hopes to stay here for the years to come.

Timothy is an easily stressed person, and so he gets about two to five hours of sleep every night. Some days, he doesn’t sleep at all, which is why many people label him to be “lazy”, “tired” or “docile.” But in reality, he's just extremely shy, awkward and a bit of a goof.

Despite his lethargy, Timothy is a great person to be around. Having graduated from Rhode Island School of Design with a major in illustration, he’s spent the last few years struggling to sell his art. However, he’s found a job as a dog-walker to get on by, and what’s more is that he is really successful at being a dog-walker. Although he has no dogs to call his own, he hopes to have one soon.

To add to that, Timothy is total klutz, always knocking into things and falling down stairs. He’s broken at least three bones in the past five years, and always manages to spill his cup of coffee in the morning — hence the reason why he has so many stained shirts.

He’s also asexual and loves love. He’s a hopeless romantic at heart, and he’s never been in a relationship before, nor has he had many friends throughout his life.

C O N N E C T I O N S

mostly just friends for timothy !! really looking to find him a bff in this lovely city & also maybe his siblings !!

but i’m really open for any type of connection!

[sunnypogue]

post grad - part one (jj maybank x oc)

pairing: jj maybank x original character

synopsis: she’s your modern day college graduate: good at school, bad at the whole after-school thing. recent grad margo jean walker was told her whole life she was destined for greatness - straight a’s, top of her class, full ride to columbia - until she graduated. now, she’s hiding out in her grandmother’s outer banks estate, attempting to figure out what her “life plan after college” is supposed to look like. on her journey to self-realization, she finds herself enveloped in the life of jj maybank - a high school dropout, bumming with his childhood friends in a beat up shack on the coast. two people, one town, zero plan.

warnings: drinking/cursing - probably an eternal warning with my writing.

a/n: straight up haven’t written a thing in fandom in like, five years. jj maybank (a perfect character) has singlehandedly dragged me out of my fic writing slump - that’s one inspirational motherfucker.

part one brought to you by that one opening scene where jj was mowing a lawn shirtless. cinematic gold.

anyways, this is a classic “gifted girl is told she’s gifted her whole life and then she gets out of school and realizes she has no idea what the fuck she’s doing so she runs from her problems” meets her antithesis + his pals. there will definitely be some stronger warnings down the line, if you catch my drift. 

I’m also 1000% team “JJ’s name is short for John because it was too confusing having two John’s around so they compromised with JJ and John B” thanks.

pogues + kooks featured are all 21+. it’s called post grad for a reason, folks.

enjoy xx.

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post grad

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        “Margo, if you lay out any longer, you’ll freckle up. Your nose is completely covered!”

         Margo hummed, wriggling her body enough to face in the general direction of her grandmother’s voice. She blindly stuck a hand out from her chaise chair, slapping aimlessly until she felt the familiar bill of her worn baseball cap, before dropping it onto her face.

         “Is that better, Mimi?” Her voice, rough from disuse, was muffled from behind the cap.

         “Slightly. It would be nicer if it wasn’t that damn Yankees hat.”

         Margo grinned, hearing the exasperated amusement in her grandmother’s voice. Although a long time resident on the coast of North Carolina, her Mimi still carried a torch for her hometown Boston teams, often recounting fond memories of nosebleed seats at Fenway, or listening to Bruins games on the radio. She claimed one of the reasons she remained on the Outer Banks is that she couldn’t bear to show her face back in Boston, knowing her granddaughter was a Yankees fan.

         Margo couldn’t help but poke fun at her any chance she got.

         “Sorry Mimi. Would you rather I freckle?”

         Mimi peered over the rims of her cat-eye sunglasses, observing from a safe, shaded perch. “You know, neither of these things would be a problem if your mother hadn’t married your father. You’d be freckle-free and a Sox fan, without a doubt.”

         Margo ripped her cap off, squinting towards her grandmother. “My heart would always find their way back to the Yanks. And I think my freckles give me character!”

         Mimi pushed her sunglasses back up, glancing back down at the dog eared book in her lap. “You got the attitude from your father too.”

         Margo grinned, white teeth splitting across her warm face. “Now that’s a bald faced lie, Mimi. You know exactly who I got the attitude from.”

         A loud laugh burst from the older woman, setting her forgotten book to the side. “Yes, unfortunately I do. I was hoping I could pawn another one of your traits off to your father’s side, but I suppose I have no one else but myself to blame for your…,” She paused, looking for the proper words, “…quick wit.” She drawled, her muddled Boston accent blending with the Carolina.

         It was Margo’s turn to laugh, a similar burst to her grandmother. She swung her legs off the chaise chair, before standing and padding over to her grandmother’s shaded spot.

         “I think I got my affinity for gin & tonics from your side too.” Margo quipped, grabbing Mimi’s empty cup. “Refill?”

         Mimi sighed, glancing at the glass tumbler in her granddaughter’s hand. “I suppose. Lighter on the gin this time though, dear. You about knocked me out with that last one.”

         Margo laughed, turning towards the screen door that lead inside, “I got my heavy hand from you, too!”

         She could feel her grandmother’s eyes roll from behind her.

         Margo made her way to the wet bar, a familiar and friendly sight in her grandmother’s home. She quickly went through the motions of making two gin & tonics, mixing Hendricks with Fevertree, before topping with two limes – the only true way to enjoy a G&T. As she moved to retreat back to her sunny spot on the chaise, her stomach grumbled, reminding her it was time to eat something, or her heavy hand might knock her out too.

         She pivoted towards the kitchen, setting the tumblers down on the island before venturing into the walk-in pantry to grab a snack. As she exited the pantry, her peripherals caught something moving in her front yard, relatively unusual for a Saturday afternoon. She turned to face the floor to ceiling windows in the foyer, hands clutching an unopened back of pretzel sticks, before squinting to make out the figure on her Mimi’s front lawn.

         Outside her grandmother’s home, was a man, mowing the space rather methodically. He was tall and tan, and Margo could almost describe his shirtless upper half as glistening, like a bad paperback romance. The arm of his silver aviators were clenched between his teeth, as he pushed the mower through the thick grass, muscles flexing.

         The sound of crushed plastic startled Margo from her gaze. She swiped her forearm across her face almost instinctively, confirming she wasn’t actually salivating from watching the mystery landscaper at work. Tossing the now-crushed pretzel sticks to the counter, she quickly grabbed the melting drinks, and hustled outside to her grandmother.

         “Took you long enough, Margo Jean. I thought college would have made you more efficient in your cocktail-“

         “Mimi.” Margo interrupted, clutching a drink in each fist. “Mimi, who – who IS that outside your house?”

         “What?” Mimi startled, sitting up in her seat. “What do you mean who’s outside my house?”

         Margo sat next to her grandmother, passing her a drink. “The guy mowing your lawn – who is he? I’ve never seen him before.”

         Margo watched as her grandmother sighed, settling back into her seat. “Oh, you mean John.” Her grandmother raised the cup to her lips, taking a long sip.

         “What do you mean, John?!” Margo squawked. “I’ve been living here for a month and I’ve never, ever seen him before!”

         Mimi peered over her sunglasses again, looking at her flustered granddaughter. “Darling, are you alright? You look flushed. Maybe you should stay out of the sun.”

         “I’m fine, Mimi. It just surprised me, that’s all. I wasn’t expecting to see a random man in our front lawn.”

         Mimi hummed. “Honey, he’s harmless. He’s been helping me out for a couple years now – a local boy, from town. He’s usually here on Thursdays, while you’re at work.”

         “Oh.” Margo took a long sip of her drink, relaxing a bit. While she was partially worked up by how upsettingly attractive the landscaper was, she had to admit she was a bit frightened by the sight of a random man on her grandmother’s property. It had been just her and Mimi at the estate for the past month, and a new face was a bit shocking.

         “You know, I think he’s about your age. Sweet boy, always offering to help around the place after your grandfather passed.”

         Margo placed a comforting hand on Mimi’s arm, sensing the distress in her voice at the mention of her deceased husband. Mimi patted Margo’s hand briefly, before standing and clapping twice.

         “Come! Come on, this is a great opportunity.” Mimi flitted into the house.

         Margo scrambled to her feet. “What do you mean, a great opportunity?”

         “A great opportunity to meet some people your age. I know it hasn’t been easy, but John is just the nicest boy, and I think it’ll be good to have a familiar face other than mine on the island.”

         “No! Mimi, I don’t need more familiar faces.” Margo ran to catch her grandmothers’ thin arm, slowing her progression towards the front door. “Please, I know plenty of people here. I have you, and Jennifer, and Mr. Picard. That’s all I really need, for now.”

         Mimi pulled a face. “Sweetheart, I love you dearly, but that was a pathetic showing right there. You’re going to cite your boss and the neighborhood gate guard as your friends?”

         Margo matched her Mimi’s face, scrunching her nose. “Look, I never said they were close friends. But I know people! I know people. I don’t need more people.”

         “Nonsense. Now, come on, let me introduce you. Oh, don’t give me that face, Margo Jean, you won’t be betrothed to the guy after a simple introduction.” Mimi firmly grasped Margo’s hand, tugging her towards the front door. “Now, be nice. Don’t give him any of that New York attitude you love to display towards everyone in this town.”

         “Mimi, I thought we agreed my attitude came directly from you. Don’t blame my – hey!” Margo stumbled through the now-open front door, coming to a graceless stop on the first porch step.

         The mower came to a stop, with the still-shirtless operator turning towards the front door.

         “Mrs. S! Anything I can help you with?” The landscaper yelled from the far edge of the lawn.

         “Oh, no John, thank you! Do you mind coming over here for a second?” Mimi gripped Margo’s shoulders tightly, as she felt her granddaughter jerk away.

         “Jesus, Mimi, you didn’t even let me cover up.” Margo hissed, her eyes trained forward on the male ambling his way up the long path to the front door.

         “Oh stop, you two are practically matching with your outfits right now.” Mimi glanced at her granddaughter’s light blue swimsuit, before looking at John’s outfit, consisting of black shorts and a pair of ratty boots. “Even playing field.”

         Margo huffed, crossing her arms across her stomach. “This is not how I wanted to be –“

         “What’s up Mrs. S?” John asked, stopping at the bottom of the steps. His silver aviators were hooked into the waistband of his shorts. “Everything alright?”

         “Oh yes John, everything is fine. I just wanted to introduce you to my granddaughter.” Mimi squeezed Margo’s shoulders. “She’s in from New York and staying with me for a while.”

         John laughed, his sharp teeth settling into an attractive grin as he glanced at Margo. “And how the hell did you end up with a granddaughter from New York? She not going to let me put up the Sox flag for you this year?”

         Mimi snorted. “Margo’s a good girl, she would never deprive her grandmother of such a thing. We try to forgive her for her New Yorker-tendencies – she didn’t stand a chance with her father’s early indoctrination.”

         “You know, I am right here. Mind if I speak for myself?” Margo huffed.

         Mimi squeezed Margo’s shoulders again, continuing her conversation, “Anyways, John, this is Margo Jean. Margo Jean,” Mimi paused, gesturing to the boy. “This is John.”

         Margo stepped forward, shaking her shoulders out of her grandmother’s death grip before sticking her hand out. “Hi, John. Margo Jean Walker.”

         He grinned, grabbing her hand in his, joining the two for an uncomfortably sweaty handshake. “Margo Jean Walker. That’s a lot of name for one girl.”

         Margo released her grip, looking down her nose towards him. “Well you don’t have to call me all three. Margo works just fine.”

         His grin intensified, as he matched her stare. “Margo Jean Walker.” He repeated. “Alright. I’m JJ. No one around here calls me John. Well, except Mrs. S.”

         “It’s a nice name, John, I don’t see why all of you kids have to go by names that aren’t your given names. It makes things confusing for old biddies like myself.” Mimi looked at the pair in distain. “Margo’s always been Margo – the consistency is nice.”

         “Margo Jean Walker.” JJ hummed, eyes dancing over the girl. “Consistent New Yorker.”

         Margo and Mimi let out their matching laughs simultaneously. “Yeah, that’s it.” Margo giggled. “Consistent New Yorker.” She popped her hands on her hips, offering the boy a toothy smile, her eyes squinting. “Well, it was nice to meet you, JJ-not-John. Thanks for helping Mimi out. Saves me from having to figure out…that.” She gestured towards the idle mower.

         He followed her eyes, glancing back at the machine he left at the top of the lawn, mentally snorting at the thought of the bikini-clad girl pushing the mower across a half-acre of grass. “Yeah, it’s probably for the best that – oh.” He turned back as he spoke, just catching a glimpse of her cheeky bikini bottoms and long hair, as she slipped inside.

         Mimi tutted, waving a dismissive hand in the direction of her granddaughter. “Don’t mind her, she’s just bent-out-of-shape because of the move. She’ll warm up more, eventually.”

         JJ sighed, sliding his sunglasses back on. “No problem, Mrs. S. Need anything else done around here? Just about finished with your lawn.”

         Mimi patted her frosted blonde hair, quickly glancing over the state of her lawn. “Looks great, hon. Nothing else today, but I’m thinking of expanding my garden in the backyard.” She took a long sip of her drink, before continuing. “Are you available to take on a project this summer?”

         JJ faltered, thinking about the time constraints a project would have on his summer. He had to consider things – his friends, his surfing, his three other jobs. “Uh, well –“

         “I’d rather you take the job, John,” Mimi started. “I don’t particularly want strangers around my house, especially if my granddaughter’s going to be frying herself poolside all summer,” Mimi scoffed. “Her poor skin.”

         JJ paused, considering the pros of working in the company of Mrs. S’s leggy, bikini-clad granddaughter all summer. “I mean, that sounds –“

         The older woman shoved her cat-eye sunglasses into her hair, taking three steps down her porch to be eye level with the blonde, who remained stationary at the bottom of the stairs.

         “I’ll pay you double.”

         A tan hand flew out, forearm adorned with tattered bracelets, freckles and the occasional scar. “You’ve got it, Mrs. S.”

         Mimi smiled, primly shaking the boy’s hand. “Great. You’ll start next week, Saturday morning?”

         JJ suppressed a groan, trying not to think about the morning boat ride he’d undoubtably be missing out on. “Sure, sounds great. How long do you think it’ll –“

         “A couple weekends, maybe. I won’t hoard you the whole summer, John. God knows the other ladies in the neighborhood would riot.” Mimi grinned, patting his cheek. “And they already don’t like me very much, so let’s try to keep them on my good side, alright?”

         JJ exhaled, relieved he wasn’t signing his summer away. “Absolutely, Mrs. S, although I can’t think of a single reason why someone wouldn’t like you.” He finished, offering a shit-eating grin towards the older woman.

         She barked out a laugh, flapping a hand around as she turned to open the front door and grab her purse. She pulled a handful of bills out of her envelope wallet, pressing them into his palm. “Here, you kiss-ass. For today and a cash-advance for selling your soul to me for a couple weekends.” She grinned as his blue-eyes widened, staring at the money. “Now get out of here, enjoy the rest of your day.”

         JJ’s feet faltered, as he started walking towards the lawn mower, his head still looking back at the front door. “Th-thanks, Mrs. S! Yeah, I’ll see you next weekend. Thank you! Thanks!”

         Mimi smiled, wiggling her fingers at the boy as he rushed to put the mower away. “See you Saturday, John.”