#I had a TON of work dumped on me overnight and my managers and the person who took over this account were fucking useless when I wanted hel

[silvermoon424]

Good fucking riddance to this job. I can't believe the amount of disrespect I've been conditioned to just put up with.

[n2-deep]

What's Wrong With Me?

What is wrong with me?

Sometimes, I feel like I have no friends.

Or, let me clarify, no real friends. It's not that I don't have pleasant conversations with other people or get invited occasionally to hang out in groups with them. Instead, people only ask to hang out with me because they feel awkward that I'm there when they ask others but don't care about me or my interests.

So it more or less feels like I have a ton of acquaintances—like I have many people who can get on just fine without me in their lives. 

It's hard, too, when you see other people on social media hanging out and sharing happy moments in their friendships or hear stories about what other people did (and quite obviously, you weren't invited to participate). It can feel very isolating and lonely when surrounded by everyone having these fantastic fun times and everyone else being friends.

These and other negative thoughts tend to creep in and magnify whenever I feel down and stressed. But I can manage when I'm in a good mood and have my stress under control.  

This is all not a coincidence: feelings of loneliness often go hand-in-hand with depression (which I have), and it can often be fueled by anxiety (which I also have). I am looking back at my life. I see now that these feelings have always been with me. Never feeling accepted or even wanted. Constantly feeling that you are on the outside looking in is hard. I have read some information on ADD and TBI related to it, but? 

At the end of the day, it has to be me. Something I'm doing.

This is truly a question. I do not want people to feel sorry for me. I want to understand. It is hard to admit my feelings and vulnerability of feeling this way. I have always thought I fit in differently than the charity case. 

I try from time to time to reach out and reconnect and ask "friends" to do something. What I get in return is "we should," but when I try, they have something else going on, or I never hear back. 

Is this all in my head? 

Example: When I was 17. That summer, I was in a pretty bad accident. The truck I was driving rolled five times. My face shattered the window. I was ejected out and was pinned under the truck. I was flown to the hospital. After I was released and got home, I never heard from anyone. No one called to check on me. Nothing like I was forgotten, and we never really reconnected.  

Example 2: I thought I had finally found friends. I was part of something. I had a big group of friends. Within the large group, there was a smaller, closer group. These people were the ones to show me that my marriage was terrible for me. My X had just settled for me, and we had nothing in common. "I just never felt good enough for her or her family. " And she hated my friends. I had a job that I loved, and I got to work with my friends. Then, my closest friend became my boss. Everything I did needed to be better. " It is a whole nother story. " So I quit or was fired depends on who you ask. I walked away from that job "and friends" I felt like an outcast. Not a single one of those people ever came and asked me. Didnt come to see if I was okay. Then, not long after, the girl I was seeing dumped me and replaced me overnight. 

I am leaving out a lot because It hurts to think back and the feelings it reminds me of. I'm not hiding it. I don't know if it is relevant to my overall question. What is wrong with me?

I hope to post this where people I know do not see it. Or where if you do, please don't tell me that you did. I would love to know what I am doing wrong if you have feedback.

[nathalia-sod]

Yes! 1. Day camp was called "Camp Invention", and was a Baltimore City - funded camp for all of us no-money kids. It. Was. Awesome. Remember when high school kids were required to earn community service hours in the summer? Well, guess what was the most popular way to do it! Yep. A bunch of insanely bored and unwilling teenagers - in charge of a horde of super psyched children eager to hang out with the big kids, get away from mom and dad, and mangle broken machinery. It worked out shockingly well. The high school kids who wanted nothing to do with getting their hours were slowly morphed into:

a. those who would hunt the dumps or do grounds care so they could smoke weed (the handful of adults were startlingly cool and wanted everyone to work out together, I found out when I worked there for my service hours!), b. those who enjoyed disemboweling machines / lightly cooking, c. the kids who liked being correct and/or had special interests to spew them at kids, d. and those who loved and/or tolerated kids who would tote us around, chase us, help us use screwdrivers, saws, super glue, other things we probably shouldn't have been using and were VERY EXCITED to use!

It was awesome. If we could afford to, we brought an old machine from home to maul and change into "our own invention", if not we got to dig through anything the teens digging at the dump found and painstakingly cleaned up for us.

There were awards for the top 3 "most awesome concepts" (for those kids that legit had well-thought out ideas for their inventions), top 3 "most artistic" (for those like myself, who just cared less about making a new usable item and wanted to turn their disgorged telephone into a tiger), and top 3 "it's alive!" (for the seriously awesome kids like my brother who managed to get their new machines to kind of sort of work!).

For a bunch of poor kids who knew they could never afford camp? It was seriously the best, and gave our parents a break 3 days a week for an entire month, while the high schoolers safely obtained their community service hours in a way that was actually helpful and offered perspective.

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2. Overnight camp was the parent run guides camp that had school parents band together as a council during their year of their own volition, to get together a ton of camp supplies (we did tiny fund raisers during the year that would be illegal nowadays since they weren't for an actual school activity...) and then for a week during the summer, the parents who volunteered would take us all out to the Potomac and we would camp. We thought it was the BOMB, and got to go camping and pee in a ditch we all dug! It deeply saddens me to know that camp invention no longer exists (it fell to pieces when high schoolers no longer had to get service hours, and they couldn't source enough adults for free) as it did. I think there's a pseudo-version still kicking around, but it costs a ton, and from what I heard from an old friend still in the area, doesn't have half the fun the first one did. (The kids can't even take apart their machines! Just watch adults use the tools to do it for them because they could get hurt...) It's a shame.

[ibelieveinghost]

4/7/24

up-dates!!!

1st off!: got my visa!!! finally!!!!!! actually, i got it on Wednesday but never found the energy to write here haha. oh! i graduated on Friday too and somehow talked the school into refunding the rest of the tuition. so everything went great in the end.

but seriously. i haven't write in so long, and i'll try my best this morning(rainy Sunday vibes yay!) to cover as much as possible. ok moving on---

i've been drawing/sketching on and off, and it sorta feels like a habit. lighthearted efforts and ease, something i rarely experience w/ making art since...since high school.

i've been updating more consistently on my blogs/twitter now. i got some response. some. not as much as one'd wish haha. but honestly, i felt so grateful that people are liking my stuff.

on the other hand, the job hunting has been going... well it has been going! not a ton of jobs being posted out there since early March, and i'm starting to realize that i'm only pretending to be really wanting certain positions. i got so accustomed to idea of working as a researcher/scientist, but. man. wasn't that why i left school in the first place, that i fucking hate it despite pouring ~10 years of my life into it and seemed to be going somewhere. having bright prospects and all. now that i knew. well. i need a little more time to think and un-think, to not rush ahead, and be complete honest w/ myself. getting the visa means i got all the time i want. so again, all worked out in the best way possible.

oh yea! birthday coming up in couple weeks! woo hoo! been planning a little overnight trip somewhere! probably 軽井沢 or 伊豆高原. idk! haven't gone anywhere not Tokyo/Yokohama since early Jan, and traveling alone is totally my thing! actually, growing older is so much cooler than i'd thought when i was in my early 20s. but like. past me: imagining feeling more grounded, taking things less seriously, and being more in tune with urself.

ok! dumping some photos seem like a good way to continue:

(reverse chronological order)

(コメダ I literally come here everyday now lol)

(graduation cert came with a bear! + my lamys... i'm not collecting them! they're super easy to write to write with and i adore the bright neon colors that's it!)

( i went to the 4D special viewing of prisoner of Azkaban and man---it worked so well w/ the 4D format. i mean it is the rainy/icy snowy one of the 8, so a lot of spraying water on your face situations! i was wearing a wide grin the whole time i guess. it was so much fun. that being said, i def shed a few tears near the end when harry realized no one's coming to save the two of em, so he stepped out and did what he didn't even know he's capable of. a scene my younger self never managed to relate to. but it def resonates now.

i love this movie so much, probably my fav out of all of them. watched it at the theater w/ dad when i was probably in...middle school or younger?)

(awww)

(the day i got my visa)

(date w/ S!)

(dinner later that night, w/ the gang)

(us, acting a little stupidly ha + interesting cards i took from the bar)

(last Sunday)

(the komeda near ogikubo station, it went all orange that day + cute lil book i might come back and buy later)

(the night i last hang out w/ A)

damn we're reaching the 30 photo/post limit

so guess that's that! i'm coming back to wrap up this epic photo dump soon(later today)

it felt so nice to just recounting my life, sharing all the bits and pieces on one had ever asked for. to me, it's a cute and ultimately therapeutic thing to do. my future self must be thanking me for taking the time to record everything haha.

anyway! see ya soon!

[touyota]

Catfish

☁ Summary: Tomura is hopeless when it comes to relationships, and soon that’s all subject to change. With the power of Tinder, Touya and one oblivious chick on his side, who knows what can happen. 

A/N: omgggg, i’ve lurked on my priv for the past year and finally decided to stop being a narc and post something. i haven’t written in forever and it shows lmao, but uh yeah pls give me feedback if you’d like. (also idk if this has been. done before, but sorryyy if it has)

☁ Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x fem!Reader

☁ Warnings: Non-con/dub-con, manipulation, dumbfication (if you squint), slapping, yandere, catfishing 

"Fuck I'm horny." 

Tomura groaned into his pillow, conflicted with whether he should be agitated or turned on. Due to his third nap of the day being interrupted by the excessive lewd noises coming from the shared living room. Tomura's roommate, Touya, had no real understanding of boundaries and was often more bothersome than helpful. Still, without his portion of the rent, he'd be on the streets struggling to find an apartment within his meager budget.

"Keep fucking me, Touya-san!" The plea echoed through the thin walls of the shoddy apartment. At least someone was getting laid. The last time Tomura had gotten lucky was at an impromptu Halloween party thrown by Touya at the apartment. 

He went as Jason Vorhees using a dingy hockey mask he found in Touya's closet. The poor girl in question, who came dressed as an angel, was drunk out of her mind. She clung to Tomura's scrawny body incoherently, slurring about "How hot it would be to fuck a murderer." The fling hadn't lasted long before the young lady in question toppled over the side of his bed and hurled her entire cup of jungle juice onto the floor. Poor Tomura had to spend his night nursing her head over the toilet. Making a mental note to tell Touya that he couldn't invite any freshmen to their parties ever again.

Tomura ended up seeing her again in passing on campus, giving a small smile as she walked by. Only to be met with an eye roll as she turned to walk in the opposite direction. Fucking bitch... Other than that, Tomura had found himself too busy writing code, playing video games, and browsing Reddit to dedicate any time to dating. The polar opposite of his roomie Touya-san, a communications major whose schedule consisted of dating? If you considered fucking the same chick for a week before ghosting her dating, sleeping, and eating and drinking Tomura out of a house and home.

"You ready for my load? You're my little cum dump, right? Say you're my cum du-"

Speaking of fucking, Tomura's hard-on was starting to hurt, and what better way to relieve himself than to beat off to the action in the adjacent room. 

He started to palm himself over his sweats, erection already beginning to poke through. Figuring that he's teased himself enough, he lowered his boxers, allowing his cock to slap against his stomach, throbbing and angry. He slowly stroked himself, gathering the pre-cum spouting from the tip, and used it to lube the rest of his cock.

"Pleaseee fuck! I'm your little cum dump! I swear Touya!" 

Tomura started to stroke his cock faster, leaving a squelching noise with each stroke. He was barely managing to suppress his moans. Knowing how Touya wouldn't let him hear the end of it if he got caught fucking his hand to the sounds of their subtle lovemaking. 

"Fuckfuckfuck... I'm cumming!" Touya grunted, giving out after his final stroke.

Tomura followed suit, flicking his wrist with each stroke. As his orgasm finally took hold of him, biting into his shirt to stifle his moan as he came all over his fist. 

"Are you fucking serious, Touya?"

"What?" 

"I didn't get to cum?"

"Um… I'm sure you can take care of that when you get home."

"You're such a piece of sh-"

Tomura tuned out the rest of his roommate's performance. Really hoping he'd wrap it up cause he really needed to take a piss and couldn't make it to the bathroom without passing through the living room. 

After hearing a respectable amount of silence, he figured it was safe to leave the room. Of course, he was wrong; he was met with a staredown between Touya and a petite blonde woman.

"I'm sure your roommate Tenko wouldn't leave a lady hanging like that."

"It's Tomura," he muttered.

"Same fucking thing, my point still stands," The mystery woman huffed. There was a pregnant pause before Touya doubled over in laughter, clutching his chest.

"You think this cuck knows how to take care of a lady? Yeah, it's time to go, Tara."

"It's Toga, you shit stai-"her statement was abruptly interrupted, the door slamming in her face. Touya's back slid down against the door as he sat facing Tomura. 

"Chicks? Am I right?" Touya sighed, peering over at Tomura, who had just left the bathroom. "Speaking of chicks, when's the last time you had sex, Shiggy?"

"It's been... a while." Tomura shrugged, not wanting to indulge his roommate with the details of his sex life.

"Well, we can't have that, can we? Let's make you a Tinder." Touya proudly announced, excited at the prospect of playing matchmaker for his roommate. Tomura reluctantly gave in, knowing once Touya was set on something, it was bound to happen one way or another. 

Two blunts later, Tomura and Touya were strewn over the couch, mulling over his profile's final details. It consisted of three pics, one from the Halloween party, another from their most recent function. The last pic is a selfie of him in a black hoodie with sunglasses on. The icing on top is the bio that unironically stated, "Freak in the sheets, gamer in the streets."

"You're gonna be a real pussy magnet shiggy. Just wait, you'll have to fight the chicks off with a stick after they see this." Touya chuckled as he took another puff of the blunt.

"Go to hell and stop hogging; you didn't put shit in on this anyways," Tomura muttered as he snatched the blunt away to take a pull. Maybe he would find some success, he entertained the concept of having a consistent fuck buddy, but sometimes he was lonely and just wanted someone to lay up with. He wanted to be optimistic about something for once, taking his final pull and ashing the blunt out. The smoky haze and intoxicating scent lulling him to sleep. 

Fuck optimism, Tomura thought. It had been three days with zero matches or messages, and he was starting to think there had to be a glitch in the system. The only time he had seen a match is when he accidentally swiped on Midnight's profile, a famous Only fans content creator who specialized in BDSM. The same Midnight that he happened to be a top donor for and occasionally bought panties from, but that's beside the point. The profile was poorly made with blurry, uncropped pics taken straight from her social media profiles. The lack of detail and legitimacy was apparent. Tomura felt terrible for the poor soul who probably fell for it, but it made him think… 

Why not see how different the response would be if he ran a profile under someone else's guise.  Someone more attractive, someone more affluent, and someone more famous. This was simply a social experiment; no harm would come from it of course. He would simply ghost anyone who wanted to meet, keeping all interactions virtual. Now who could he possibly pretend to be. without getting caught. Tomura's eyes finally settled on an Axe ad playing on tv featuring male model Keigo Takami. Mr. tall, blonde, and handsome would definitely attract the feminine masses.  

Ding ding ding, it was like a bell went off in his head; he had found his new look. He started to scour the internet for any pictures of Hawks that weren't already posted to his socials and be sure to crop any evidence out. A few hours later, Tomura gazed over his final product. He thought it seemed too good to be true; he was sure that anyone with a working brain would know the profile was clearly a catfish. It was too clean, too pristine, and too perfect, but Tomura was tired of the profile's nit-picking details and saved his last changes. It was starting to get dark, and he had to begin his Comp Sci homework soon so he'd have time to play zombies on Call of Duty later. 

Tomura woke to a multitude of buzzes notifying him of the several hundred matches he'd accumulated overnight on his Hawks profile. Apparently, no one had a working brain within the 15-mile radius. The messages were filled with tons of chicks he had seen on campus or in class. He even recognized the one from the Halloween party. He spent his morning smoke break, siphoning through the various contenders.

Too tall.

Too blonde.

Too ugly. 

Until...

He finally stopped scrolling when he reached your profile; he had seen you before in his Major classes. You were a somewhat modest girl, always working to be an overachiever and teacher's pet. You hadn't spoken to him before, only forcing a smile when Tomura was caught staring at you in class. You were talented, beautiful, quiet, and you hadn't encountered Touya yet. You were everything he had wanted, and more. He started to type a message awaiting your response.

Keigo: "What's keeping you up this late, love ;)" 

Tomura thought to keep it casual enough to fit his suave persona.

Y/N: "lol, just sum late night studying keeping me up."

Y/N: "won't lie im very nervous to texting you rn, i'm a big fan 

Keigo: "it's gud knowing i have fans as cute as you ;p"

The conversation seemed to flow from there between you two, texting for almost two weeks strong. Tomura had learned so much about you in a short time, your favorite foods, your favorite color, favorite music, and your dislikes as well. Touya often came by his room to check in on Operation: Get Shiggy Some Pussy, only to be met with a "Fuck off," and yet another door slammed in his face. 

You gushed over how lucky you were to be texting the one and only Keigo Takami. Of course, you were skeptical at first, but what kind of fucked up person would take the time to pretend to be another person? The conversation between you two was great and always kept you on your toes. Still, sometimes days would pass before you received a response; you chalked it to the fact that he was always busy as a celebrity and didn't always have time to respond to you. 

You were currently lying in bed and unable to fall asleep; you peered at your phone to see that it was 2:05 am. You let out a sigh, preparing to stare at your ceiling until you finally fell asleep, only to be interrupted by a chime from your phone. It was a message from Keigo. 

Keigo: you up? ;(

You instantly typed a response, scared that you had done something wrong.

Y/N: yup, what's wrong…?

Keigo: i'm so fucking hard rn baby ;(((

Oh shit, you hadn't prepared yourself for that response; maybe he injured himself at work or-

Keigo: you still there babe? send a pic ;p

You definitely hadn't prepared for that, but who were you to deny him. Keigo could've asked anyone else in the world, but he asked you. Not wanting to leave him waiting, you quickly shucked your shirt off and used your arm to push up your breasts, giving an illusion of the perfect push up bra. You promptly took several pics, taking the time to edit and select the ideal filters to complement your skin tone.

Y/N: 1 image sent

A bubble indicating him typing popped up instantly 

Keigo: 3 images sent

Keigo: fuckkkk babe, ur such a tease

You opened the pics, feeling your panties dampen slightly. It was a cock, well Keigo's cock, fat and engorged, leaking pre-cum against his toned belly. He was mostly well-groomed, but a prominent white tuft of hair appears in the picture, making you wonder if Keigo was actually a natural blonde.

Keigo: 1 video sent

 let me see that pretty pussy baby, 

It was a video of Keigo languidly stroking his cock, how romantic. It was only right for a gorgeous man like Keigo to have a pretty cock to match. What he lacked in girth was definitely made up for in length, complemented with a slight curve that could definitely reach that itch that none of your toys could scratch.  By now, you had ditched your panties and started to slowly start to fuck yourself open with one finger at a time. You started recording and angled the phone against your pillow, trying to capture you desperately fucking yourself on your fingers, letting out a small whimper with each thrust.

Y/N: 1 video sent 

You began to fuck yourself vigorously, dragging the accumulated slick over your clit with slow, circular strokes. You felt your orgasm on the brink, growing more restless and desperate, humping reverently at your fingers, whimpering desperately; you were so close...There was a sudden surge of fluid from your core, incoherent mumbles leaving your mouth as you kept carefully fucked yourself through your climax. The post-orgasm bliss lulling you to sleep, your eyes had finally fluttered shut, only to be awakened by another chime. 

Keigo: 1 image sent 

look @ all that cum baby, its all for you ;)

Y/N: when can we meet? my fingers can only work for so long :p

Read: 2:53 am

Aw man, maybe he fell asleep. You were definitely fighting sleep at this point as well, finally closing your eyes, satisfied for the night. 

Tomura struggled to catch his breath, reaching for his discarded shirt to wipe the sticky cum off of his stomach. That was the third time this month you'd ask about a meeting, and it was frankly starting to piss him off. He'd have to come up with something fast if he wanted to keep you around. Even though he didn't have much of a moral compass left in his body, the feeling of guilt was hard to ignore. You didn't deserve to be roped into his fucked up social experiment… 

A yawn interrupted Tomura's guilty thoughts. He could continue to feel guilty when he wakes up tomorrow.

 The following week your prayers had been answered, Keigo finally agreed to meet! It had been such a bittersweet feeling. What if he thought you looked nothing like your profile pictures? Would he reject you and run the other way, screaming? You tried to push your doubtful feelings down by distracting yourself with running errands. Finding the perfect outfit to wear, getting every inch of your body waxed, and picking up a lacy red lingerie set. 

Upon getting back to your apartment, you found a red bouquet of roses on the doormat. They were clearly store-bought and not of excellent quality… but it's the thought that counts! 

Lots of celebrities were frugal, and of course, Keigo was no different. After further inspection, a small white card with an address and time. You searched the address finding a mid-grade hotel on the outskirts of the city. Keigo was definitely a (cheap) frugal man dedicated to his discretion. Soon realizing that the time on the card was approaching, you quickly ran to shower and primp yourself for the evening. Not even thinking to question how he found your address in the first place...

You had finally arrived at the sketchy hotel, noting that there were little to no cars in the parking lot and noting that none of them looked like they belonged to Keigo. You wandered through the lobby until you finally reached the elevator, tapping the button for the 5th floor. You tried to shake off your pre-meeting jitters, you already knew everything would be fine, but you couldn't shake the feeling of something wrong...

Those intrusive thoughts were soon interrupted by the chime that indicated you had reached your floor. You took a deep breath as you stepped off the elevator, pacing yourself as you walked to your destination. 

Room 555 

How fitting, you thought. Your knuckles rasped against the door several times.

"Come in." A voice sounded through the door.

You peeked your head around the door before taking a step in the room, not being able to locate the owner of the voice. You gasped after taking the appearance of the room. The room had rose petals haphazardly strewn across the floor. Candles flickered on the dresser, a bubble bath was run in the bathroom, and to top it off, a too cheap bottle of champagne on ice. 

There was clearly an effort made, which made your heart swoon, hoping to put a real face to the man you've been speaking to for the past few months, you said out into the empty room.

"Keigo, I like what you've done with the place. You can come out now," you giggled.

"I'm glad you got the flowers," a raspy voice responded.

.......Huh?

Your joy instantly crushed, having heard Keigo's voice multiple times in the interviews you've seen, it sounded nothing like that. Unless he'd suddenly started chain-smoking within the past few months. A loud alarm started going off in your head. It was definitely time to go.

You twirled on your heels and reached for the doorknob, only to be stopped by a hand gripping your upper arm.

"Leaving so soon? The bathwater is still warm…" The mystery voice informed.

"Oh… I think I have the wrong room, so sorry about that." You squeaked, attempting to reach the door again only to be dragged into a bony chest. 

Your chin was tilted, forcing you to meet eyes with "Keigo." Who was actually a porcelain-skinned tower of a man with shaggy white hair that had an oddly familiar look to him? 

"Let me go! You're not Keigo!" You screamed, hoping to alert any other guests on the floor.

"Fucking took you long enough. I thought you were smarter than those other bitches on campus. Tomura balked, struggling to keep you still in his grasp.

Campus. That's where you recognized the face and voice of your captor, you were both in the same Comp Sci class, and you'd often caught him staring as you worked, chalking it up to you having something on your face or in your teeth. The realization caused tears to spurt from your eyes.

"Poor baby, didn't mommy and daddy teach you to not speak to strangers on the internet?"

"I-I thought y-you were K-Keigo," you gasped, struggling to control your sobs. 

"Well, I'm not. Get over it." Tomura slurred, placing sloppy kisses over your collar bone, slowly backing you towards the bed. 

You couldn't bring yourself to move or fight anymore, body stiff with fear. Your sobs increase in volume after feeling your legs make contact with the edge of the bed. You didn't know this man from a can of paint, and here he is about to assault you. 

"Stop crying before I leak those sexy little videos you shared with "Keigo." Imagine if everyone in the class knew how much of an easy slut you are?" Tomura hissed, shoving you unto the stiff mattress, springs squeaking as you bounced. 

You cradled your mouth, struggling to stifle your sobs. Why hadn't you recognized the signs sooner? You spent so much time looking at the situation through rose-colored lenses that you had utterly neglected your safety. But it wasn't the time to feign sympathy for yourself. You needed to take action, and soon—the shaggy haired stranger dragging your motionless body towards the end of the headboard. 

"Wait!" You gasped, hoping that you could possibly reason with your captor.

"What's your name? 

This was your final chance to escape. You suddenly kicked forward, aiming for his face, failing miserably as it was blocked. Both legs were then shoved into a mating press, granting Tomura the space to press himself even closer to you.

A groan left Tomura's mouth, frotting against your clothed mound, smothering your neck with sloppy saliva drenched kisses. You cowered at the feeling, curling away from his advances. The dry humping continued until a final groan of desperation was released. He was too grown for this shit and didn't feel like going home with stained boxers when your sweet heat was right in front of him.

The red bodycon dress you decided on was shredded down the middle, leaving you in your lingerie set. You added that to the list of things you were already regretting, moving to cover yourself the best you could. Your efforts to preserve the crumb of modesty you had left were futile, both hands knocked out of the way.

"You don't have to hide princess, I think Christmas came early.” “You're wrapped so pretty, baby." He chuckled, moving to fondle your breasts. Taking the time to pinch and pull at both nipples, drawing small hesitant gasps. 

"I'll play with these more later. You don't know how long I've waited to play with that cute little pussy in person." You felt your panties tugged to the side, embarrassed with the amount of arousal accumulated below. The feeling was soon replaced with horror after feeling the tip of his cock dragged between your slit.

Tomura used the residual slick to grease his cock, bypassing the need to stretch you out. He pressed forward, forcing himself inside, pausing to catch his breath. Damn... it's been a long time. 

You yelped in pain, closing your eyes in hopes of blocking out the situation at hand. You felt him start to pick up his pace, causing small tinges of pain to course through your body. 

"Mmmm, open your eyes. I want you to watch me fuck you." He gasped, realizing you hadn't complied yet, he landed a firm slap on your cheek. "Not only are you dumb, but you're also deaf too… open. SMACK your. SMACK fucking. SMACK eyes." 

Your eyes shot open, brimming with tears, finding yourself face to face with your captor. His eyes were closed in ecstasy, dainty white lashes framing the lids, traces of dry patches on his face. He wasn't ugly. You'd honestly give him a chance if he asked you out like a decent human being.

His pace had gained traction, hips crashing against yours. You found yourself slowly succumbing to the pleasure, discreetly fucking yourself against him. You wanted to protest and resist against him, but with your inhibitions lowered, you found it hard to comply. Each thrust pulling you further into the abyss that was your impending orgasm. Your lust-filled thoughts being interrupted by the stranger's incoherent mumbling.

"Tomura."

"Huh?" you whimpered, not fully understanding what he said. 

"My name is Tomura."

"Okay and mine i-"

"Shut up and say my name." Tomura's thrusts were sporadic, signaling his impending climax. "Beg me to cum…... please." 

You barely registered the final demand, not recognizing the soft tone of his voice.

"T-tomura, p-please let me cum!" you begged, right on edge needing something, anything to push you over.

Two nimble, callused fingers drew delicate circles over your clit, forcing you to writhe and sob as your orgasm coursed through your body. The feeling that followed was one of warmth as Tomura came, slowing his thrusts until he collapsed, encasing you in his arms.

Your eyes fluttered shut with your post-orgasm haze lulling you to sleep until a wet, sticky substance trickled along your inner thigh... 

What the fuck....

You nearly launched yourself from the bed, fighting to separate yourself from your captor's arms.  

"What is wrong with you?"

"You didn't use a condom," you wailed, tears perched at the corner of your eyes. You didn't have the time for a child, you were doing great in classes, your parents would reject you, you'd be stuck playing house with some stranger and-

"Stop muttering. You're fucking up my nap. I'll buy a Plan B when I wake up." Tomura mumbled into the pillow, dragging you back into his chest.

You continued to fight his grasp, pausing after feeling a firm pinch to your side. Fighting was futile at this point, and you couldn't fully assess the situation until you had some decent sleep. 

Closing your eyes for a few seconds wouldn't hurt…right?

[cheri-translates]

Headcanon - MLQC boys as baristas who keep misspelling your name

This is an AU with no Evol

No Lucien because I’m not familiar with his personality :’)

F L U F F Y

☕️ VICTOR ☕️

It all starts when you, a severely sleep deprived final year student, dump an entire sachet of salt into your coffee, mistaking it for a sugar stick

Your violent spluttering shatters the peace and tranquility of Souvenir, the small cafe you discovered by chance a few weeks ago

Heads turn towards you, including the barista

An irritated yet slightly amused barista

From that day onwards, Victor spells your name as “dummy” on the paper cup

“My name is [Y/N]!”

The more you glare at him, the bigger he writes it

Sometimes you wonder how he got the job. Turns out he’s the boss.

This revelation doesn’t stop you from bantering with him on a near-daily basis while you wait at the counter for your usual order of pudding and coffee

After graduating from university, the frequency of your visits to Souvenir decreases. After all, you’re busy enjoying your newfound freedom and preparing for job interviews

You land a job at an office which happens to be walking distance from Souvenir

You don’t notice the way Victor’s eyes light up when you share this piece of news with him

While you thought you had mentally prepared yourself for the grind of working life, your first week of work leaves you reeling

You’re tossed into a new environment where you deal with new people, with so many new things for you to learn

It’s already 10pm when you find yourself standing outside Souvenir, hoping that it’s not too late to get your favourite pudding to sweeten the end of this gruelling week

The “closed sign” is taped on the door, but the lights are still on. You peek in to see Victor walking out of the kitchen area with a dash of flour on his cheeks

He casts a glance towards the figure at the door. With your disheveled ponytail and sunken eyes, he senses that something is wrong and unlocks the door

“The usual?”

You nod wordlessly, feeling as though you’d burst into tears if you open your mouth to speak

“Take a seat. I’ll bring it over.”

There is an indescribable comfort in the familiar whirring of the coffee machine and the word “dummy” scrawled on the cup

You lips curl into a small smile, but once you open your mouth to thank him, the floodgates open and your words of gratitude melt into ugly sobs

It’s the first time in all these months of visiting Souvenir that you see a trace of panic on Victor’s calm and collected face

He grabs a TON of serviettes off the counter and places them onto the table

He pulls out a chair and sits down in front of you

“What’s wrong? I’ve got time to listen. It’d take a while before the cakes are done.”

After you’ve used up a handful of serviettes and calmed down, you tell him about suffocated and utterly lost you feel - it seems like everything around you is changing except for you, and you just can’t keep up.

He gives you pretty solid advice on how to embark on a new job, manage stress, and establish rapport with co-workers. He didn’t become the owner of a successful cafe overnight after all.

You listen intently, though you get mildly distracted by: (a) the tenderness of his tone; (b) the sweetness of the pudding; (c) the decaffeinated coffee warming up your body; and (d) that dash of flour on his face

After he wraps up his advice, you take a dry serviette from the pile and reach out to dab his cheek

It’s the second time in all these months of visiting Souvenir that you see a trace of panic on Victor’s calm and collected face

“T-there’s some flour on your face.”

The oven beeps and you decide that this is a good time to leave

Before you step out the door, Victor clears his throat

“I know you can do it, [Y/N].”

“W-what did you just call me?”

“A dummy.”

You could have sworn that a faint tinge of red painted the tips of his ears before he disappeared into the kitchen area

Applying Victor’s advice, you do eventually get used to working life. On days when you are overloaded with work, you drop Victor messages to ask that he leaves you a pudding when you swing by after-hours

“You’re lucky you’re a regular customer.”

The cafe becomes a place of respite.

No matter how much time passes or how circumstances change, Souvenir remains the same, and you know that you’ll always be Victor’s “dummy”.

Two months later, you become a little more than that, but it’s a change that you are more than overjoyed to accept.

☕️ KIRO ☕️

Although Kiro works the early morning shift, he’s always ready to serve customers with an infectious smile

While the cafe is almost always teeming with customers, he notices you quite early on

He writes “Miss Chips” on your cup because you had pieces of chips in your hair the first time he took your order from behind the register

He also notices how you stroll in with a messy bun on a bad day, and how you can’t hide your smile on a good day. He appreciates how transparent you are with your feelings

Kiro exudes a sense of familiarity that you can’t quite pin down, but it isn’t a bad feeling so you leave it be

As it has the best lighting, your usual seat is the one adjacent to the serving station. It also gives you a full view of the baristas working behind the counter when you need a breather from your freelance work

It doesn’t hurt that Kiro is incredibly easy on the eyes

When working on your laptop, you’d usually have your earpieces plugged in, listening to songs by a YouTuber called SunflowerSavin who you’ve been following for close to two years

Although SunflowerSavin’s videos are cropped so they only show him from the neck downwards, you can tell that he’s smiling as he sings and plays the guitar. Sometimes, his dog decides to nestle in his lap in the middle of his singing, and it’s endearing to watch it fall asleep, lulled by SunflowerSavin’s melodies

There’s also a playful lilt in his voice when he shares little snippets of his day that immediately cheers you up on bad days

Even though he only has a handful of subscribers, he always makes sure to thank them for their support in each video

Ever since you came across his channel, you’re always the first to comment on his videos with encouraging remarks. A few months pass and you two naturally slide into online conversations about everything and anything

You gain a newfound respect for him as he shares his thought process when composing songs and crafting lyrics

He appreciates your constant support and your efforts to promote his music to your friends, because he’s thought of giving up many times. He calls you his sunshine.

It’s a comfortable friendship, and neither of you want to shatter it by pressurising a real life meeting, or even finding out how the other looks like

The thought does tug at the corner of your mind after your friendship passes the 1.5 year mark

On a seemingly mundane day, the world decides to play a trick on you and you leave your earpieces at home

As you settle into your usual seat and snap your laptop open, you hear Kiro humming a familiar tune - an original composition by SunflowerSavin.

Everything clicks.

“SunflowerSavin?”

“Sunshine?”

You’ve never seen him smile as brightly as he does in that moment.

The next day, your cup reads: Miss Chips, would you like to go out with me this Saturday?

The rest is history.

A few years later, you’re cuddled up beside Kiro on your sofa, enjoying each other’s company on a lazy, peaceful weekend.

His second album was released a month ago. Taking the music industry by storm with his unique style of music and charming personality, it’s rare for Kiro to catch a break like this

You notice that he’s more fidgety than usual, but you shrug it off

He excuses himself for a while before returning to your side, his hands wrapped around a paper cup

He can barely make eye contact as he blushes a deep red hue

“It’s only because of you that I could get this far. Back then, I thought that if I could make one person happy with my music, it’d be enough for me. And even after all these years, that goal is still the same. I want to make one girl the happiest person in the world.”

He hands you the paper cup

Scrawled onto it is your name... along with his surname.

“[Y/N], will you marry me?

☕️ GAVIN ☕️

You’ve heard rumours about Gavin’s notoriety in Loveland High, though they didn’t affect you because your good friend Minor had shared repeatedly how Gavin had rescued him from a group of bullies before

It still comes as a surprise when you first see him in an apron, working part-time in a cafe near your home

Gavin seems to recognise you as you stand before the counter and tell him your order, though he doesn’t say anything about it

There are a few permutations of how your name can be spelt, so you don’t blame him for getting it wrong, and you don’t see the need to correct him either

Noticing that he works till late at night, you realise that’s probably the reason he doesn’t do well in school

You remember how he shielded you, a complete stranger, from the rain when you were tending to a stray cat once

And that he carried you to the infirmary when you fainted.

So you offer to help Gavin with his studies. Even though he’s your senior, you think it’s worthwhile strengthening his foundation for certain subjects. Minor even spiritedly volunteers to help

Gavin politely rejects your offer at first - He’s grateful, but doesn’t like owing people favours

“Well, take it as an apology for misspelling my name for months.”

He pauses, and you can tell he’s kicking himself in the gut internally

“Sorry, I didn’t realise I had been writing it wrong all this time.”

The three of you form a study group and meet over the weekends. Soon, it also becomes a routine to spend lunchtimes in school together on the roof. It’s an unexpected trio, but it works.

It takes approximately two weeks for him to kick the habit of spelling your name the way he has been doing so far

When he gets it wrong, he draws a little doodle animal over the wrong letter in an attempt to cover up his mistake

He isn’t the best artist, so you spend more time deciphering which animal he has drawn that day than actually finishing the drink

You find it a shame that you can’t keep the cups as blackmail material keepsakes, so you end up taking pictures of the drawings, saving them in a special album called “Barista Gaveen”

As the time you spend with Gavin in and outside school increases, there is a gradual shift in your relationship

You don’t notice how Gavin looks slightly grumpy whenever he looks up from the counter to see you and Minor walking into the cafe together

When he sees you and Minor laughing over something (without realising that he’s usually the topic of the conversation), he finds himself striding over, wiping the crumbs off the table with stronger force than necessary, and sending them flying onto Minor’s lap

Minor doesn’t take it to heart

“After all,” Minor explains, rubbing his chin as though he is a wise old sage. “The pangs of jealousy are common in young love.”

You shut him up, ignoring the stirring in your heart.

Sometimes, you wonder why you feel an inexplicable bubble of excitement when it’s half an hour to your rooftop lunch with Gavin (rip Minor)

Sometimes, you wonder why you feel overwhelming worry when you see Gavin sporting a new bruise

“Gavin, what happened to your arm?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Tell me, or I’ll post my entire collection of ‘Barista Gaveen’ photographs on my Moments.”

“Fine, fine, I’ll tell you.”

Sometimes, you wonder if Gavin feels the same way about you.

The answer reveals itself on a breezy day when Gavin and you are the only ones on the rooftop. Minor was busy so he told you two to carry on without him

A gust of wind sweeps your hair into a mess and you groan

“The wind seems to like you.”

Gavin teases, gently sweeping strands of hair out of your face. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a light blue elastic hair band

A faint blush appears on his cheeks as he carefully ties your hair into a low ponytail that rests on your shoulder

When his fingers accidentally brush against your cheek, your mouth decides to develop a mind of its own

“I wish someone else did.”

As he registers your words, he tenses up and looks slightly dejected.

“Who?”

You clench your fist, willing yourself to finish what you started.

“You, Gavin.”

These three syllables sapped so much energy from you that what happened immediately after passed by in a blur

You faintly remember a warm pressure on your lips, only for it to vanish suddenly in response to Minor’s excited scream in the distance

It’s not long before you and Gavin exchange a phrase which has three syllables as well.

[dessarious]

Guilt and Consequences Pt3

Okay, so I am still working on my other stories I just haven’t been able to get much down. I’m working a crap ton of overtime at the moment and I’m just fried when I get home. I’d say hopefully I’ll be more productive on the weekends but right now I’m working Saturdays and and Sundays are becoming catch up on sleep days. So sorry for the delays, but I’ll try to get back into a headspace where I don’t just want to pass out whenever I’m not at work. Oh and I think I got everyone tagged who asked but let me know if I didn’t or you want to be added.

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The silence stretched on and Lila could only sit there. She knew the others were likely staring at her. Wondering what she’d done to make her mother react like that. She just wished she had an answer for them. Even before everything with the schools they’d never been close. Her mother pretty much only talked to her to tell her what she needed to improve. As the atmosphere became more and more uncomfortable Lila finally broke the silence.

“So… would you consider that a yes or a no?” More silence before M. Dupain cleared his throat.

“Marinette why don’t you go with Lila to pack an overnight bag? We’ll get dinner and some treats started. Is there anything you can’t eat or something you’d like to have?” It took her a moment to realize that last part was aimed at her. When she managed to look up his expression matched the gentle tone of his voice and she just got even more confused.

“No sir. I’m not picky.” Her mother rarely made it home to eat with her and even then it was always take out. She’d gotten used to left overs or eating whatever random things were in the house.

“Make sure to pack all your medications as well.” Madam Cheng’s voice sounded a little strange but when Lila managed to look up at her she wasn’t glaring and she didn’t look annoyed. She was definitely more stiff than she’d been before though.

“It’s okay if you don’t want me here anymore. I get it. Even offering is more than most people would have done in your situation.” She still had no idea why they did either. After everything that had happened to their daughter because of her they should be throwing her out, at the very least. The woman’s expression turned to one of motherly concern and it honestly made her more nervous. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had aimed that kind of look at her.

“You’re welcome here, anytime you need somewhere to go, as long as you stop all this lying. There are better ways to deal with your problems.” Lila could only hang her head and mumble another apology. While she agreed that the lying in this situation wasn’t a good idea, it normally didn’t backfire like this and she had tried other things first. Maybe it was different for other people. She heard the woman let out a frustrated sigh. “You two go on, we’ve got to finish closing up the bakery before we start on dinner.” She let Marinette pull her out of her seat and down the stairs. She was still too busy trying to understand what was happening to even consider arguing.

“Did your mom really put you on medication just to keep you in school?” She glanced at Marinette. There was no accusation in the question. More like she just couldn’t understand how someone could do something like that.

“Yes but I don’t take it. Well, except one of the anxiety meds every once in a while when I can’t sleep. As she said on the phone, she thinks I should be responsible for myself so she just assumes I’m actually taking them.” She hadn’t understood at first why her mother would work so hard to get the meds and then not bother to monitor their use. She’d come to the conclusion it was so that when the school finally called about her ‘behavioral’ issues she would have a paper trail to be able to sell them on the fact that Lila was just sick and needed special accommodations. That or she really didn’t think Lila would disobey her on this.

When they got to the apartment building Lila wasn’t really paying attention. She heard something that sounded like a cough but kept walking towards the elevator until Marinette tugged on her sleeve. When she looked over at the other girl Marinette motioned to the side and Lila saw three rather annoyed looking staff members.

“Guests have to be signed in.” She blinked at the woman who spoke, not really processing the words.

“I’m sorry, what?” The woman just rolled her eyes.

“This is a high security building Mlle. Rossi. All guests have to be signed in.” Oh, right. She vaguely remembered something about that from when they’d first moved in. She just had never actually brought someone home before.

“Sorry, I forgot. Umm… how exactly do I do that?” The woman just looked exasperated now, but the man behind the desk offered a smile and motioned them over. There was a clipboard on the desk and he handed her a pen.

“You just need to put your name, apartment number, and your guests name.” He pointed to each column in turn . She filled them out as he asked and handed the pen back. “Thank you Mlle. Rossi, have a nice day.”

“Thank you, you as well.” She could still see the disapproving look on the woman’s face as they continued to the elevator and couldn’t help but wonder how she still had a job if this was how she normally treated tennants. Personally she couldn’t remember any of the staff and didn’t really interact with them. Generally once she was in the building it was a habit to keep her head down and get to her room as quickly as possible. She’d found that the less interaction she had with people the fewer things her mother had to lecture her about. Her social interactions were always lacking in some way and she could never be certain what her mother would latch onto.

When they entered the apartment Lila noticed Marinette frowning as she looked around. She couldn’t really blame her after seeing her house. The apartment was clean bordering on sterile due to the service her mother had come in daily. There weren’t any personal touches either. No pictures, no nicknacks, nothing that said people actually lived here. She didn’t really think about it. It had been this way as long as she could remember.

“Your place is nice…” Lila actually grinned as she watched Marinette try to come up with something good to say about it. “Lot’s of natural light.” Lila let out a snort of amusement. The girl was the essence of cheerful and that was all she could come up with. It was a bit sad really.

“My room’s this way.” When they entered Marinette perked up immediately. Lila could only assume it was due to all the pictures on the walls since it was the only real difference between here and the rest of the house.

“Wow, these are amazing! Do you collect them?”

“They’re not that good. Just pictures I’ve taken to remember where I’ve been.” She liked taking pictures, especially of nature. She found it soothing and having something to look back on made her feel a little less disconnected. Marinette was staring at her in what looked like awe.

“You took all these?” Lila just nodded. “These are amazing! I’ve seen professional photographers whose work doesn’t look this good.” Even knowing Marinette was just being nice, Lila couldn’t help but bask in the complement for a moment. But only for a moment.

“So what exactly should I be packing? I’ve never done the whole sleepover thing before.” Suddenly Marinette was looking at her like she’d kicked a puppy and she couldn’t figure out why.

“You’ve never had a sleepover? Ever?” Lila just shook her head. Wasn’t that what she’d just said? “Oh my gosh! We have so much to make up for. Obscene amounts of junk food and games and movies and makeovers and ghost stories and-” She just kept going. Lila had no idea what she was rambling about and it didn’t answer her question at all. Marinette finally paused to take a breath and she was able to break in.

“Okay, but what should I actually pack?” Marinette paused to think it over. The expression on her face seemed far too serious for such a common question.

“Your most comfy pajamas, whatever you want to wear tomorrow, and a toothbrush. I’ll take care of everything else.” Well that sounded slightly ominous. Regardless, she packed what she was told along with all her medications. Dumping those in the bag got a strange look from Marinette, but she wasn’t certain why. Maybe it was just how many there were. In less than ten minutes they were back out on the street, headed towards the bakery.

“Lila!”

“Shit.” She said the word under her breath as she looked behind her. Of course it would be Alya. They’d been on the street less than five minutes, only her luck could be that bad. She tried to use her body to block Marinette but she wasn’t quick enough. Alya’s expresion turned sour as she tried to reach around Lila.

“I thought we made it clear that we wouldn’t tolerate you bullying Lila anymore!” Lila grabbed the girls wrist before she could grab or slap Marinette. That stunned her enough to let Marinette get some space.

“You touch her again I’ll break the offending appendage.” Lila didn’t recognize her own voice in that deep threatening tone, but Alya just rolled her eyes.

“This is why we didn’t tell you what we were doing. You’re too nice and let people like her get away with anything.” She wanted so badly to just slap some sense into the girl but honestly she didn’t think it would work.

“I’m not nice, and you’ll find out exactly how not nice if you don’t stop harassing Marinette.”

“But if we don’t do something she’ll just keep bullying you!” Lila could only sigh. How many times was she going to have to have this conversation.

“Marinette is not now, nor has she ever bullied me. Which I already told you.” Alya let out a patient sigh, like she was explaining something simple to a small child. Yeah, someone was going to get hit before this conversation was over.

“She’s constantly calling you a liar and trying to turn everyone against you. Why would she do that?” Yep, the kindergarten teacher tone was definitely a good way to piss her off. Lila, of course, defaulted to sarcasm.

“Oh gee, I don’t know maybe because I was lying?” Alya looked like she was about to argue but Lila just kept going. “If you had bothered to look up literally anything I said you would know that.”

“An absence of proof is not proof of absence.” It took a minute for the words to penetrate as Lila was just getting even more annoyed by Alya’s self righteous tone but when they did she had to stop herself from lunging at her.

“Are you saying that you looked up my claims, found absolutely no proof and still took my word over Marinette’s?” Her voice was soft, more because her throat felt like it was closed in rage than anything else.

“There wasn’t any proof that you were lying either.” Alya’s smug tone finally snapped something inside her.

“Have you lost your damn mind?! Jagged stone has said in multiple interviews that he doesn’t even like cats. And in what universe would my mother’s PR team not have it in the news that I do charity work? She’s a public figure Alya, anything that can make her look good would have press releases for days. That in and of itself proves that I was lying.” The girl seemed to ponder this for a moment before she sent a glare to Marinette.

“What did you threaten her with to make her agree with you?”  Knowing that she’d been right about who Alya would blame for this was a small consolation.

“Lila you need to calm down.” Marinette’s voice was soft, soothing even but she was in no mood to pay attention.

“I will not calm down! This wanna be reporter couldn’t find the truth if she fell into a river of it. You should consider a career in fiction by the way since anyone with journalistic integrity will simply laugh you out the door.” Alya was still glaring at Marinette, like all this was her fault. What was wrong with people? Marinette actually grabbed her arms and forced Lila to face her.

“Please. You really need to calm down. Just breathe with me okay? You don’t want to get Akumatized again.” Those words acted like ice water. Yes, this was beyond stupid, but it wasn’t worth that. She calmed her breathing as Marinette asked but made sure to keep a line of sight on Alya as well. There was no telling what someone like her would do at this point.

“We should head back to your house, your parents will start to worry.” She had no idea if that was true or not but she hoped it would get Alya to back off. Pretty much everyone agreed that Marinette’s parents were great people, but they were also scared shitless at the thought of pissing them off. After their talk earlier she understood why. It did the trick too. Alya mumbled something about finding out what kind of dirt Marinette had on her so Lila could stop pretending she’d been lying as she left at a brisk walk. She’d read about willful ignorance but she’d never expected to encounter it to this degree. She was starting to hope it did have something to do with Hawkmoth, but considering some of the things people were willing to believe she wasn’t very optimistic.

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Slither Pt 7

Loki x Reader

Reader is a museum curator is put in charge of a Viking/Norse exhibit at the Smithsonian Museum. While going through all the artifacts, she comes across a strange relic that seems to have a mind of it’s own. She accidentally stumbles into an ancient world of gods.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Slither Part 7

Your hand came up to your face, lightly brushing loose hair from your face back as you took a moment to appreciate all your hard work. Finally, after days of drifting in and out of the surrealism that had become your life, you were able to complete the set up for the Norse exhibit, laying out paperwork on all the appropriate artifacts so they could be labeled for the stage floor with simple notes for the tour guides to read.

It had only been a couple of days since you were first thrusted into the world of Asgard, unknowingly meeting Loki. There was something about the mythical place, or rather the god himself, that had consumed you, fueling your curiosity until finally nearly trapping you in his world. To say it had distracted you from your work would be putting it mildly, but now, after seven hours and two pots of coffee, you had completed what could be a career building opportunity for you.

Checking the clock, you realized you had finished just as the museum was opening.

“Y/n?” you heard, echoing through the massive shelves in the archives room. “You still here?”

Collecting the last few pieces of a viking armor into a box, you couldn’t help but let out a sigh at the sound of Chris’s hurried footsteps stomping against the concrete floor.

In the distance, unbeknownst to you, a soft rustling sound came from under one of the shelves. The Chains of Sigyn that you had thrown under the shelves out of anger had sparked back to life.

“Yes, I’m awake,” you answered wearily, forcing a smile on your face despite how exhausted you were. Of course he would make that comment, seeing as how you had stayed at the museum overnight last time he caught you at work this early. But once he rounded the last shelf and faced you, wearing his normal light hearted grin, you couldn’t help but notice something else he was wearing. “Is that the same suit you had on last night?”

He didn’t answer immediately, instead laughing nervously while his eyes drifted to the floor. “Yes, well, uh... I didn’t make it back home.”

You laughed as you stacked the packed boxes on a trolly. Chris Evans wasn’t the type to go out partying on the town all night, but apparently having a friend like Tom Hiddleston was enough to keep him going. “You boys have a fun night I take it?”

“Yeah, it’s always this big event with Tom. We had tons of fun when we were in California.” He came around the table to help you load up the last of your boxes, going on about everything the two of them had done, starting at one bar, then a karaoke bar, then a club, then another club that ended up being a drag queen hangout and was a little awkward but ended up being the best part of their night, then ending the evening at an Ihop where they stuffed their faces with over sugared coffee and pancakes. “I’m not nearly as exhausted as I should be,” he told you as he loaded the last of the artifacts for you.

All you could do was shake your head and warn, “Oh, it’ll hit you by noon.”

“Oh I don’t doubt it.” He let out a short chuckle, grabbing hold of the cart. “Are you taking this up?” he asked, changing the subject.

“Yep. Gonna hide it all in my office til the exhibit.”

“Your big day is coming up,” he told you, pushing the load as you lead him through the archive room. “You gotta be getting excited.”

“Stoked actually.” You let out a loud yawn, stopping in your tracks to catch your breath. “But I think I’m gonna have to get some sleep if I’m going to actually be able to revel in my awesomeness.”

“Yeah, you’ve been here since we left, huh?” he asked as you swiped your card to leave the room. You held the door open for him to push past.

“Yup.”

There was an awkward silence as you led Chris and the cart to the elevator, and for a moment you thought you could hear a hissing sound. As it slowly dinged one floor at a time, you were pulled away from the strange noise when he asked, “Did your, uh, your friend -what was his name? Loki? Did he stay with you long after we left?”

“Nope,” you answered, remembering vividly how you had managed to talk the god into going back to Asgard. “He left right after you.”

You had hoped Loki hadn’t left such an impression on your friend, but after he had accidentally slipped and let Chris and Tom both see him perform magic, you knew it was something you would probably have to deal with eventually. A fact that was not made simpler by Tom actually realizing that Loki was in fact The Loki of Asgard, the character he was to play for upcoming Marvel movies.

Right now, you were too tired to dwell on it. Tom wasn’t there, Loki wasn’t there. You just wanted to sleep and ignore it all.

“I really am sorry we barged in on you guys,” he offered, snatching you back into the conversation. “It’s just, I wasn’t expecting you to be here with some guy when I brought Tom. But…”

“But what?” you pressed as the doors of the elevator finally opened. He pushed the cart inside, his eyes shifting as they usually did when he was trying to find the right way to say something.

“I was actually going to ask you to come out with us...”

“Come out with you?” you echoed, halfway laughing while you hit the keypad. He knew you didn’t go bar-hopping or dancing.

“Well, I was sort of…. Ya know. Trying to introduce you to Tom.”

“You did introduce me to Tom? Like, literally, you introduced us. We shook hands and everything. Weird British man even gave me a business card.”

This time you glanced back at him, seeing the notable rise in his eyebrows as he said again, “I mean introduce introduce.”

“Apparently I don’t know what ‘introduce’ means, so why don’t you clarify?”

“I thought you guys,” he shrugged, “Ya know… might hit it off.”

“What?!” Your cheeks flushed at the mention of it, completely going over your head that Chris could have, in all actually, been trying to hook you and his actor friend up. As the elevator dinged that you were on the right floor, you stopped Chris from stepping off with your boxes. “Why on Earth would you think that?”

“I don’t know. Why on earth do you have some mystery goth boyfriend I’ve never heard about? And how come you brought him here after hours? You trying to woo him with your viking memorabilia?”

The doors finally opened. The two of you locked eyes before you pulled the trolly from him to push it out onto the floor, snapping at him, “Why, is that what you hoped I’d do with Tom? Woo him with my nerd collection?”

It wasn’t until you bumped into him with the trolley that you realized that there, holding a brown takeout bag form Ihop, was Tom.

“To be completely honest, I was a bit wooed,” he told you with a gorgeous smile, his British accent etching into his words with a sense of sophistication that could melt panties on impact.

You clicked your tongue, embarrassed to say the least. Turning back to Chris who looked even more uncomfortable than before, all he could offer was, “Oh, I forgot to tell you. I figured you’d still be here so Tom and I got you breakfast.” He shrugged his shoulders and gave you his signature puppy dog smile. “Surprise?”

Covering your eyes with your hand, unable to contain the flush of your face, you let out an aggravated grunt. Rather than respond to either of them, you pushed passed to go down the hall.

You made it to your office, managing to get the door unlocked and pushing everything inside. Again, a noise caught you by surprise, like something dragging against the lament floor of your office. When you heard the light sound of hissing again, you stopped in your tracks, mortified.

You had left the Chains of Sigyn in the archive room.

They couldn’t possibly be here.

Could they?

The hissing got louder, and in the corner of your eye you saw it coming across the floor.

As fast as you could, you took one of the boxes, dumping it’s priceless contents all over the floor as you slammed the box on top of the enchanted necklace just before it reached your feet. You froze, mortified but proud of your capturing skills.

“Miss Y/n?”

Looking up from the floor, you leaned all your weight on the box to keep the necklace trapped. It was a bit surprising that Tom followed you, especially since you knew that Chris recognized your temper well enough to know when to stay back. Your eyes narrowed up at him, only softening when he lifted the bag of food. “I come bearing gifts. Did you just catch something?”

You sighed, taking the Harry Potter calendar off your wall and sliding it under the box to secure the creature. “Yeah, don’t worry about it, I’m gonna let it go on my way out.” You stood up, propping the box under your arm. To your relief, it didn’t make any movement. “If this is about what Chris said, I don’t know what he may have told you but I’m not looking for anything…”

“No, I completely understand,” he accepted, setting the food on your desk. “And I should be the one apologizing, I shouldn’t have let him interrupt you and your friend last night.” Tom let loose a short laugh, rubbing the back of his neck while his eyes wandered around your small office space. “Though if I am to be honest, I was a bit disappointed you were already involved…”

“We’re not involved, we’re just friends.”

At that, Tom looked back to you, his piercing blue eyes capturing you like a bear trap. “Are you friends with any other gods, or just the one?”

The comment was enough to suck the air from your chest, making you quickly turn away to start packing up what you had dumped from the box for no other reason than to not make eye contact. “Look, I’m not sure what you think you know, but it's really none of your business. Now, I appreciate the food but I'm not hungry, so,” you grabbed up the bag from your desk and shoved it into his chest. “Thank you, but no thank you. I'm headed home for some sleep.”

As you went to let go of the bag, Tom grabbed hold of your wrist. You couldn't avoid his eyes any longer, trying your damnedest to not look as concerned as you felt. “Y/n, I may not know what's going on, or know you, but from what Chris has told me you're a good person. I would certainly hope that you are using your best judgement in whatever situation you are in…”

His grip was loose enough that you snatched your hand back, clenching your jaw while you glared up at him. “You're right. You don't know anything. So, why don't you leave my office?”

“And what if I told Chris?”

Your eyes widened at that. You didn't know what could come of others knowing the god of mischief was walking around Washington D.C. but it wasn't a risk you were willing to take. “He wouldn't believe you, I can't even convince him 100% that evolution is real with a museum full of evidence, how are you going to make him believe some Norse god is real?”

“I wouldn't have to convince him of anything. All I would have to say is I think that he's a danger to you. He mentioned your friend while we were out, that he is concerned for you. It wouldn't take much...”

It was absolutely flooring that this stranger would have such audacity, but you knew he was right. Chris was always protective of you and had run off more than a few possible suitors.

Not that Loki was a suitor, you quickly corrected, but all the same the last thing you needed was him finding a reason to spark animosity between them. Chris was harmless enough, but what if he made Loki angry?

You shook your head, trying to concentrate. “So, what exactly do you want?”

“Bring him out with us. Let Chris see he isn't a threat.”

“Why do you even care?” you snapped at him, picking up the box with the chains.

“Your safety matters to my friend and so I feel obligated to ensure you're not in over your head. Judging by how you acted last night, you yourself dont know this god of mischief that well.” You noticed him grin with a certain slyness that reminded you too much of Loki. “And I do happen to be playing him in my movie, so I would be remiss if I didn't take the opportunity to study him.”

You scoffed, but in reality you didn't feel like you had much choice. You were already supposed to see Loki that night, what harm could it be to take him out with a few midgardians?

Immediately you knew it was a terrible idea but without any other option, you agreed. “Fine. You win. We’re supposed to meet up tonight anyway, I'll text Chris and set it up after I get some sleep. Now, if you don't mind,” you laid a hand flat on his chest and walked out of your office, pushing him backwards into the hall. He stumbled a bit, but managed to straighten up. “Go catch up with your buddy cause I'm going home.”

Before you could turn away, he offered, “Here,” holding out the bag one last time. “If I go back to Chris holding this, I'm sure he'll hunt you down in the parking lot to insist you take it.”

You grunted, knowing he was right, but once you took it from his hand your pride pushed you to throw it across the hall, nailing the open waste bin. “For the life of me I cannot imagine what Chris thought I'd see in a jerk like you.”

“That's funny, because I'm starting to see what he thought I'd like about you,” he marveled with a smile as he watched you leave.

You pretended you didn't hear him while you took the long way through the building to get back outside to go track down your back. You weren't going to risk running into Chris after that hellacious encounter, because truth be told the more time you spent with Tom, the more he seemed like Loki.

And that, in itself, was unsettling to say the least.

It made you wonder if the god of mischief had actually managed to find any reason for why a mortal would look so much like him, if there were a reason at all.

~~~~~

Back in Asgard, Loki had in fact found absolutely nothing on the entire library on why a midgardian would favor him in such a way. Not even Allfather's private, off limits study had any literature on the subject, leaving him to wonder if it was a wild goose chase. He had searched and searched and searched since returning home but nothing had turned up.

He did, however, find an interesting book on the capabilities of using synchronized neurological impulses to actually infiltrate another being's dream. Back in his room, he unpocketed the book and started studying to pass the time until he would see you again.

Hours had passed and he was so enthralled with it that he didn't notice when Thor opened his chamber door.

“Loki!”

Loki looked up, remembering the last time he had seen the god of thunder he was hiding from him in the throne room with you. “Oh,” he startled, closing his book and bouncing off his bed. “Brother, good, you’re here, may I put you to sleep?”

Thor stopped in his tracks, his brow creasing in confusion. “What? No? No! I'm here because you lied to me!”

“Lied to you, why would I….”

“Fathers library? Something being stolen? Does that sound familiar?”

“OH YES, that… well…”

“So you ADMIT it?”

“I admit what per say?”

Letting out a frustrated disgruntled sound, Thor roared, “That you went in there after he forbid it and then told me someone stole something so I would go on a never ending search for an item that never went missing!”

“Ah…”

“And then today, you snuck back in and actually did steal from him!” Thor exclaimed, his body trembling in fury. “I have repeatedly stood up to father on your behalf, all for you to go behind my back and do any little thing that you please! I am becoming quite fed up, brother, and I am this close to telling him… “

The god of mischief knew when it was time to concede. He held his hands up in defeat, walking towards his brother as he let honey slip from his lips, “I am sorry. Truly. Brother, you are right, I have not been fair to you or the opportunities that you have granted me. I know that I have been deceitful and I have done you wrong.” Thor stood his ground with his eyes focused solely on Loki, half expecting some sort of trick.

But instead, what he got, was a strange hissing sound.

Loki paused and looked down at his body, confused as to where the sound was coming from.

“Is there... a snake in your pocket?” Thor wondered, eying his brother wearily.

“Don’t be absurd, why would…” The movement, a slithering, in the inner pocket of his cloak made him stop.

“Oh no…”

“Brother?”

Loki began trying to shrug off his cloak, realizing what must be about to happen. Thor held out his hands to try and help but could only watch in confused silence as what looked like a metallic snake slithered out from behind him and moving up his chest.

“BROTHER!” Thor reached out to try and grab the creature but it was too late.

The chains wrapped themselves around Loki’s neck and he instantly vanished, leaving the god of thunder dumbstruck as he stared into the blank space Loki had once occupied.

~~~~~

It had happened so quickly that there was no time to stop it, no time to fight. But to his utter surprise, there he stood, the god of mischief, in you midgardian apartment.

This was only the second time that the god of mischief had used the Chains of Sigyn, but it was the first time he had experienced anything like this. As his eyes combed over the room,  only taking a second to find you asleep in your bed despite the afternoon rays of sun that pierced through the thin curtains on your window.

He watched you for the longest time, unsure how to take the sudden surge he was feeling, like a jolt of lightning coursing through his veins. He tentatively pet the necklace that had wrapped itself so forcefully around his throat, a tad relieved that it was mere metal again and no longer moving.

How had they done this without him willing it? How had the Chains of Sigyn come to life to bring him to you?

That's when he remembered what you had told him the day before after appearing suddenly in his bath chamber..

~“I didn’t put this on…It… came to life…wrapped around my neck when I was in the shower...”~

You had been so stunned by the experience, just as he was feeling now. He himself had been so distracted by your sudden appearance that it hadn't dawned on him to listen to your words. He had known the necklace wanted to connect with its other half but now that he had used his portion to travel to Midgard, that meant he too was susceptible to its possession. He cursed under his breath for not realizing this could happen.

You must have heard him because your body twitched in the bed and for a second he thought you would wake up. But when you merely relaxed back into your pillow, letting out a soft “Hmmm” he felt curiosity tugging.

Sure, Loki could remove the chains that had brought him there, wait until you came to him as you had said you would and spend the evening with you.

But as he watched you, blissful, relaxed, innocent, fragile, he couldn't help himself.

He walked beside your bed, trying to calm his own excitement from seeing you like this, so vulnerable, so peaceful. Usually you were panicked at the mere sight of him, so the change was welcome even if it meant you were weren't conscious.

Absentmindedly, he reached down and lightly stroked your cheek.

“Loki….”

He stopped, frozen in place at hearing his name escape your lips.

You were still very much asleep, merely reflecting something from your own subconscious.

He smiled, realizing that you were thinking about him and the touch of your face had been enough to make you call out his name. “My sweet y/n,” he whispered, unable to stop himself from sitting on the bed beside you. “Whatever could you be dreaming?”

You tossed a bit as his weight indented the mattress, rolling onto your stomach and losing your cover. Loki inhaled sharply at the unexpected sight of you in nothing but a thin shirt and panties, your bare legs practically begging to be touched. His eyes combed over you, taking in the decadent curves of your ass and thighs. He couldn't resist reaching out and lightly stroking up your leg, feeling himself go breathless when you moved to the rhythm of his touch as he got closer to underwear.

He bit down on his lips, cutting his eyes away and removing his hand before he was tempted to go further. Instead, he pulled your comforter over you, tucking it around you.

Quietly he sat by you, taking in the serenity on your face, the gentle breaths you let out, until again he heard you breathe out, “Loki…”

The softness in your voice is what had struck him this time, having never heard you speak his name with such regard. Such affection.

Knowing it would be best you didn't find him in your bed, he began to tug at the Chains of Sigyn.

But he hesitated.

What could you possibly be dreaming?

His grip tightened on the chains, knowing he should go, knowing that he wasn't supposed to be there at all. You were finally warming up to him, even kissing him back the last time he saw you.

But.

What would make you say his name like that?

Loki released the necklace, instead lightly pressing his palm to your forehead.

He only needed a glimpse, he reasoned with himself.

Just a peek.

~~~~~

The glistening of stars in the midnight sky were something one rarely experienced in the city, but in the middle of the forest they shined like astronomical diamonds. Tiny multicolored string lights were wrapped around several of the trees with larger glowing lanterns hung from branches. There in the center of it all was a cast iron chandelier that emitted enough of a twinkling glow that it softly illuminated a brush-free, dirt padded dance floor. There was no logical reasoning for this scene to be aglow like it was, all that power without any of the actual electricity, but in the realms of dreams anything was possible.

Your eyes had opened up to this magnificent place just before soft music began to play from an unseen violin.

“Lady y/n,” was whispered in your ear.

Turning around, it didn't surprise you to see Loki here dressed in a black on black suit that meshed so well with his mystic bravado. His hair was combed back neatly, framing his porcelain face. There was a slight dullness to his otherwise brilliant emerald eyes that was only explainable by the fact that a dream couldn't possibly recreate something so magical, even from your own memory.

“Loki…” Even here, he gave you that flutter deep in the pit of your stomach that he did in the real world, but there was a difference. Here, you weren't constrained by the fears you had of the god of mischief. Here, you were in control, and when he offered you his hand, you took it with a smile.

Together you walked out under the chandelier where Loki twirled you like a ballerina. At the simple motion, a golden ray passed over you, transforming your sweatshirt and jeans into a gown worthy of the red carpet. The top wrapped around your neck with a thin layer of black chiffon, covering a green strapless slip, the fabric hugging your curves until it reached your knees where the material layered out into a mermaid style.

You gasped, twirling enough to see the skirt pick up in the air, a glitter of golden sparkles coming off like magic dust.

“I'll never get used to that,” you admitted with a blush.

Loki closed the distance between you, a hand wrapping around your waist while he took your hand in his. The two of you began to sway to the music when he asked “But could you get used to this?” His lips were so close that his words tickled your ear, sending a delicious shiver down to your core. “To me holding you like I am? Because truth be told, my darling, I could very easily spend all of eternity here like this with you.” His hand behind your back clenched against you, his fingers digging into the fabric before starting to move down. “Though if I am being perfectly honest, there is something else I might prefer to do with you. Or rather to you.”

Your hips gave a gentle push into him as he caressed your ass, making you whimper his name, “Loki…”

There was a deepthroated hum in delight that escaped him, at the motion of your hips or the sound of his name escaping your lips, you weren't sure.

When the music stopped you looked up into Loki's eyes, again missing the spark that they normally held. He leaned down, his mouth catching yours in a feather light kiss.

“I am normally a jealous man, but I suppose I can make an exception this one time.”

Hearing his disembodied voice, there was something different in his tone. The lighthearted snark that the man you were kissing simply didn't possess. You pulled back, whipping your head around to see no one.

But then, from out of the darkness, you could make out his silhouette as it moved in closer. Wearing his normal devilish smirk and leather robes, Loki stepped into the light.

The Loki whose hands were once around you vanished, but you were too stunned to notice. Your eyes were locked on this new version of him, or rather this original version.

He was wearing the Chains of Sigyn.

Loki moved slowly as he reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, the corners of his mouth curling. “Darling, you look positively radiant.”

But you could only stare up at him, unsure if what you were seeing was true. “Am I dreaming?” you asked, your voice coming out small and weak. “Are you really here?”

The god’s smile grew, his head tilting while a glint of mischief sparked in his eye. “Would that make this easier, my pet? If it was all just a dream?”

His fingers traced up your arms, sending goosebumps all over your body while you stood in frozen silence.

Yes, it's a dream. You knew this was a dream, you were just lucid enough to know this wasn’t happening.

And yet, it was his smell that made you really wonder. The cinnamon spice smell that you noticed in the library the first time you met him.

“Loki?”

~~~~~

Your phone gave off a violent ringing sound, startling you awake. You jumped, heart racing and gasping as you looked around for the sound, but also for signs of Loki.

But he wasn’t there.

You ran a hand over your face as your phone kept ringing, realizing how obsessed you were becoming. Of course he wasn’t there, you were dreaming. Your phone silenced, but there was another noise you noticed.

Through the walls of your apartment, you could make out a hissing and rattling. As soon as you got home from the museum, you had locked your own Chains of Sigyn in the safe you kept in your closet, fairly certain that three inches of steal could keep you from being taken by it again.

Apparently the chains were becoming angry.

Rolling your eyes, missing how boring your life was just a few days ago, you picked up your phone to check the voicemail whoever had called left for you.

“Hello, this is Chris Hemsworth with the Edinburgh Museum? I’m just returning a call to a Miss y/n, I’m sorry I missed you but if you could please call me back, my extension is 496. I believe you received an artifact from my office by mistake.”

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[tinyavenuesailor]

Who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend?

Set when Peter had the Symbiote but Harry and Peter are dating and he kept it a bit longer

When Harry walked into the café looking for Peter and knew something was wrong immediately from the, “Yo, over here what’s uppp?” Peter laid back in his chair with his feet cocked out in the air, waving at Harry and was he wearing sunglasses? Inside a building?

“Pete?” Harry went to take a seat with his boyfriend despite his odd behaviour.

“So, Toomes is a professor at Oz academy now,” just like Peter to jump straight to the topic before Harry could order a drink especially when it's about science (not that Harry doesn’t love that about him), “what’s up with that?”

“Hey, we’re lucky to have him,” Harry lifted up his arms and curled his hands into little fists before exploding them open into a mind-blown gesture, “The guys a genius.” And just to show off the new tech to Peter – only to tease and with no hopes that it could help convince Peter to transfer to Oz Academy. “Plus now Oz has his vulture tech. I was trying out that sonic scream earlier, pretty sweet.”

Peter fixed his glasses and continued unfazed at the mention of new tech, “Yeah pretty sweet for a criminal.” He brushed his bangs to the side. Well, that was not the reaction Harry expected. “And I’m not buying the whole fresh start bit. People don’t just change overnight H.O.” H.O? That’s a new one. Peter took a huge bite out of his chocolate cupcake while Harry observed his from across the table.

“You seem to have,” Harry said with a hard edge in his voice.

“What?” Peter immediately threw his arms up and mentally Harry could imagine him taking two steps back, “Just a little confidence babe.” Hold up… babe?! Peter Parker called him babe without even the slightest blush. Peter drank his cup of what Harry would guess was their usual spinach smoothie and licked his lips, “If I was like this a Midtown I would have been way more popular.”

“Didn’t realize that was important to you.” He guesses it wouldn’t do harm for Peter to have a confidence boost.

Peter downed the rest of his smoothie and stood up, “Gotta bolt working on that Expo- or that thing that cannot be discussed.” He bent down so his face was levelled with Harry’s and tapped his cheek. It was nothing but asking Harry for their usual cheek-kiss send-off. Harry cupped the other side of Peter’s face and reached up to press his lips to Peter’s cheek. He didn’t expect Peter to turn his head so quickly so the lips could meet for a kiss. Harry’s eyes almost pop out at the shock. Peter backed up with a smirk over the face and threw his cup over his head for it to land in the garbage. “Text me later babe.”

Harry furrowed his eyebrows and watched Peter leave in the direction of his school. That was weird. Definitely weird but maybe not a bad weird with the feeling of Peter’s kiss still tingling on his lips.

This wasn’t bad at all. Being pulled into a back alley and thrown against the wall didn’t sound as sexy to Harry as it felt. Even with Peter’s odd behaviour, the last thing he saw was Peter pushing his body up against the graffiti wall and shoving his tongue down his throat. Not that Harry minded. If anything he could get used to this.

“Pete,” Harry moaned into the kiss. Peter’s hand slipped from the wall to around his waist and sunk down to Harry’s butt to give in a firm squeeze. Harry already clutching at Peter’s hoodie gave a light push to separate their lips. “Whoa, what’s got you so excited today?” Harry chuckled.

“What can I say, babe,” Peter grabbed Harry’s waist and pulled their bodies together, “you make me do crazy things.”

“I make you do crazy things,” Harry cocked up an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” Peter dipped his head into Harry’s neck and growled, “with this smoking body of yours.”

Harry gasped when Peter took a small bite on his neck and sucked on the skin. “No hickeys,” Harry pushed away again, “I still have school and yours is about to start.”

“I can spare a few minutes,” Peter reached for Harry’s lips again but this time Harry covered his mouth with his hand.

“No you don’t and I promised John to come in early to help test his project.”

Harry expected Peter to lay off but was surprised to feel the grip on his waist tighten. Peter frowned and said with distaste, “John?”

“Yeah, my lab partner John Jameson remember?”

“Can’t he get someone else to help?” Peter stepped back and folded his arms. Harry would have normally let a comment like that slip and joke it off but the low growl in Peter's voice set off a warning bell.

“Well he is my partner and he’s also my friend. What’s wrong with asking for my help?”

“You guys just spend a lot of time together.”

“No more than what you spend with Miles or Gwen,” Harry narrowed down his eyes at Peter. “I can have friends at Oz Academy too you know.”

Peter rolled his eyes, “Whatever.”

Harry's eyes widened at Peter’s dismissal. He clenched his teeth and jabbed a finger into Peter’s chest, “What is your problem?”

Peter looked ready to answer when the sounds of sirens filled the air. He spared a look towards the direction of the noise and sighed, “It’s nothing babe.” He pressed a quick kiss on Harry’s lips and grabbed his bag by their feet. “School is about to start so gotta run. Talk to you later.” Peter ran out of the alley with the explanation for his bizarre behaviour.

Something was up with Peter. Forget the hot make-out sessions and the confidence boost. It was not worth it if he had to deal with self-righteous, arrogant person that has taken the face of his boyfriend. “Babe!” Harry stepped faster on the sidewalk with the voice right behind him, “Babe! Slow down!” Peter had managed to catch up to him and side-stepped in front of Harry.

“Peter move,” Harry growled.

“Chill out H.O, you ran out before I could give you your shake,” Peter raises the two-to-go cups of their spinach shake.

“I don’t want it!” Harry snapped.

“What’s your problem? I’m just trying to give you your drink.”

“What’s my problem?!” The boy had the nerve! “My problem is you flirting with the barista while I’m standing right beside you Peter!” The husky voice, the suggestive comments, that damn wink Peter gave to the giggly girl. Harry isn’t sure why he didn’t just dump his shake on Peter right there.

“Babe, its nothing serious, I was just playing along.” Harry has seen that smug grin enough times on Peter’s face to want to knock it right off. His eyes glanced over to the shakes and he sees black numbers rotating around the cup. He grabbed the cup from Peter and keeps himself from screaming in the middle of the city.

“Is this her number?!”

“I guess so,” Peter shrugged.

“Do you not see anything wrong with this?!” Harry pointed to the thick black numbers with a giant call me underneath.

“She wanted some of this,” Peter gestured to himself, “I really don’t blame her but I only have eyes for you.” Peter tried to grab Harry’s waist with his free hand but Harry immediately flinched out of this.

“Do you even hear yourself?” Harry looks up to the sky and groans, “You get jealous over me helping my lab partner with his project but I’m just supposed to be fine with you getting flirty with the barista and trading numbers.”

“Babe, I’m probably never going to see her again.”

“Stop calling me ‘Babe’!”

“What you hate when I call you that now?” Peter looked unimpressed.

“When I’m furious with you yes!” Harry felt like he was talking to a stranger. “Look I don’t know what’s going on with you right now but when you are ready to stop acting like a jerk and talk about it then you can come and find me but until then bye Peter.” Harry moved around Peter and stomped off, ignoring the calls for his name until they stopped.

It was impossible for Harry to enjoy his drink when he had ton constantly stare at that girl’s number written so neatly and cute for his boyfriend. Harry would admit that he felt way more satisfied than he should, dumping the cup down the trash. He thought his day couldn’t get any worse he finds Spider-man attacking Dr.Toomes. He couldn’t see what Peter and the rest of the city saw in that menace. He literally just tried to frame his professor for a crime he didn’t do after doing his time in prison. Some hero he was. Safe to say he was having a bad day. Peter hadn’t called or texted Harry so he was surprised to see him sitting in the café that morning and thankfully without those ridiculous shades.

“Harry,” Peter raised his hand to catch his attention. No, H.O or babe has the evil spirit that's possessed Peter’s body finally left and returned his boyfriend. Maybe. It was too soon to say and he was still pissed so he met Peter with a glare. He watched the brunette shrink in his chair and good he needs to see the guilt on Peter’s face before starting this talk.

Harry took the seat right across from Peter, “So.”

Peter's eyes widened at the sudden assault. His hands reached for the cup in front of him and push it towards Harry, “Should I start with the apology shake?” There was that cute dorky smile on Peter’s face that Harry wanted to give in to but the attitude from Peter yesterday was still fresh in his head and he kept up his cold act.

“If we aren’t going to talk I could just take this and leave,” Harry took the shake and sucked on the straw.

“Okay, I know I deserve this,” Peter gestured to Harry and his behaviour. Harry could see a slight pout from Peter’s bottom lip. “I’ve been an absolute jerk lately and I am so sorry Harry.”

“Is this apology for the flirting yesterday in particular?” Harry crossed his arms.

“Well, yes? No? For everything really and how I’ve been acting for the past few days.”

“Great,” Harry said, “because that hurt Peter.” He tried to hide the tiny crack in his voice.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t myself yesterday. I was an idiot and I promise it will never happen again.” Harry didn’t feel he could be angry at Peter for much longer considering how sincere he sounded. “It’s just been tough,” Peter continued, “I’ve just been dealing with a lot between school and my job.”

“Peter, I’m not just your boyfriend, I’m your best friend,” Harry grabbed Peter’s hand, “I’m here for you.”

“I know,” Peter squeezed his hand back. Harry smiled and sucked on his shake. Peter was back to normal or as normal as Peter Parker could get. “So, am I forgiven?” Peter asked with a small smiled.

Harry hummed, “Maybe after an apology blueberry muffin.”

“Coming right up,” Peter jumped out of his seat and placed a giant kiss on Harry’s cheek. Harry loved his science-loving, geeky, awkward boyfriend and was glad to have him back

[cbk1000]

So, after a ridiculously mild winter, a storm has decided we’ve had enough of driving safely and is currently in the process of dumping massive amounts of snow; there’s a chance of up to a foot and a half accumulation between today/what it’s supposed to do overnight (not the most snow we’ve ever had, but it is, for this area, a lot for this period of time; also they keep adjusting the amount of snow accumulation because it keeps exceeding previous expectations--so we’ll see what happens). Mr. Jenn came to my work to help me put on my chains because they’re a bitch, and I’d rather not have to crawl around on the ground in my nice work clothes; we figured I wouldn’t be getting home without them (I have a two wheel drive vehicle that’s basically like driving a sled even in just a couple of inches of snow).

I did manage to make it home; there was some white-knuckling, but the chains got me to my in-laws’ house at least. The problem came in trying to get into the driveway. It’s on a steep hill, and you have to turn into it, you can’t go straight in. So you can’t really get a run at it because you have to slow down to turn. I had originally decided not to try it, pulled over to the curb by  the neighbors’ house (a good friend of my in-laws’), shut off the car and got out to examine how bad it was. The neighbor was standing outside, and she was like, “I think you can make it, Jenn. I think you can do it.” (The point here is that what followed was her fault entirely.) She and another neighbor (and my FIL) had been shoveling/snow blowing, so some of the road was cleared. And me, being drunk on power from having chained up, was like, “U know what--I think you’re right.”

I got right to the turning point ok and then my tires started spinning. I backed up a little and gunned it thinking I could get the rest of the way with that little bit of momentum--and felt the chain on my right tire come off. Obviously at this point I realise I’m not getting into the driveway. So I go to reverse, and that’s when my car decides for me, yes, we are going backwards--in an uncontrolled free fall. Have you ever had one of those winter weather slides where you push on your brakes and there’s nothing? All you can hear is them going, “Fuck you, bitch” as you hurtle backwards praying to the baby Jesus that nothing is in your path?

There were two things in my path. First thing: the neighbors’ brick wall. Second thing: the nose of the neighbor’s truck, sticking out from behind the back of their house (it was parked in the field behind their house, which was right where I was heading). I decided to bite the bullet and try for the wall to attempt to limit the damage to my own vehicle, so I turned the wheel toward it a bit. And then I abruptly stopped--I think I hit the curb, which I couldn’t see because there was too much snow. Then I get out like, “FUCK ME THAT JUST TOOK TEN YEARS OFF MY LIFE.”

Now the next problem is that I have one chain off, and when we look at the other--it’s only partially on (the chain that came off looks like Mr. Jenn may have possibly missed one of the inside snaps; it doesn’t seem damaged). The little snap is stripped, so it’s fucked, but we’ll worry about that later. The main problem is that the car is exactly where I don’t want it to be--in the dead end part of the street where nobody drives and there’s a fuck ton of snow. And now I do not have chains.

So now we have me and a neighbour trying to shovel snow out of the way, my FIL putting sand down in front of the tires while Mr. Jenn coaxes it out (I told him I’d had my fun car experience for the day and let him drive), plus my MIL and another neighbour pushing. We finally manage to get it around the corner--and realise the chain is all bound around the tire. FIL cannot get it off; finally has to go get wire cutters, can only get about half of it undone, and eventually has to get underneath the car with a flashlight before it’s finally all the way off. And hurrah--at last Mr. Jenn gets it into the neighbour’s driveway, where it will probably be staying for some time to come. 

And the crowning moment: I fell on my ass in front of everyone trying to walk down my in-laws’ driveway back toward the car.

All in all, one of the least fun things I’ve done for a while.

[great-jenna-bake-off]

Season 3 Episode 1: Rum Babas

Welcome to Season 3 of the Great Jenna Bake Off! I’ll be honest; I sort of expected to give up on this little experiment by this point. But Matt keeps asking me when I’m making him food again, so I just keep chugging along.

Season 3 kicks off with a dessert I’ve never heard of: a rum baba. It was apparently a big thing in the 70′s. Go figure. But at the very least, it does contain alcohol, unlike my super disappointing brandy snaps!

https://www.bbc.co.uk/food/recipes/rum_babas_served_with_48561

So I immediately ran into issues with this recipe, as it stated that I would need four 4.5″ baba tins. Um, never heard of them. It then goes on to say that these are also called savarin moulds. Again, not ringing any bells. Not to worry; I could also use dariole moulds! Um... what? Even Amazon didn’t seem to have any of the various types of molds or tins that I needed. So, in the most American way possible, I substituted for one of these:

Nothing more American than donuts!

This donut tin would produce slightly smaller babas, but I figured I could make six slightly smaller ones instead of four regular-sized babas. I mean, it’s not like I know what size a rum baba is supposed to be anyway.

So with my tin problem solved, it was time to actually start on the recipe. This is a yeasted dough, so I knew I’d be kneading and proofing at some point. What I didn’t know was how STICKY this dough would be. The dough contains a lot of milk, and as a result is extremely wet.

Ooey gooey.

If that wasn’t sloppy enough, I then had to had a TON of butter to the dough and knead it again.

This is like... equal parts butter and dough.

Finally, after a lot of kneading, I had something approaching the “silky” texture described in Paul’s recipe.

Good enough?

Now, it was time to let the dough prove.

Before...

After!

I then needed to pipe my sloppy wet dough into my donut tin... or savarin moulds, or whatever you have on hand to make a ring shape.

Looks... baba-like?

I proved my dough a second time in the molds, but I forgot to take a picture... and really, I didn’t notice a difference in the rise. Hopefully I hadn’t killed off my yeast somehow. Too late to worry about it! My babas were going into the oven.

A new season means a fresh batch of competitors, and there are some good ones this round. But first, Paul and Mary retire to their secret tent to conspire against the bakers.

This is Mary Berry’s conspiring face.

“This could be a confusing task for the bakers,” Mary says. “I hope you’ve given them lots of instructions.” Paul grins a devilish grin. “I’ve given them some,” he replies.

Even Paul knows he’s being evil.

Meanwhile, this is competitor Sarah-Jane’s face when the technical challenge is revealed:

That’s the face of a happy baker.

Like me, John finds the dough to be unusually sticky:

John is my favorite baker this season. He also *spoiler alert* wins the entire competition.

James, however, is an old hand at rum babas. In fact, he made one just last week. NERD ALERT!

James is my second favorite baker this season. He is from Scotland and exclusively wears sweaters like this one, because of course he does.

As the bakers pipe their dough, I finally get a look at what these baba tins are SUPPOSED to look like.

Donut tins seem like a pretty good substitute, to be honest.

Brendan, a 63-year-old Irishman, is probably the only baker in the competition to have experienced the rum baba in its heyday. Mel chooses to rub this fact in his face by asking him to show off his disco moves.

He indulges her with a little wiggle.

Unfortunately things start to go wrong for Brendan; first his dough is too thick to pipe, and then he covers it with a damp cloth during the second prove, which sticks.

Dough DISASTER!

Natasha, however, is about to make an even bigger error. For some inexplicable reason, she decides to bake her babas in a bain-marie, or water bath, despite receiving no instructions to do so whatsoever.

WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS?

It doesn’t end well for her.

Essentially she has boiled her babas instead of baking them, so she kind of made... bagels?

But they’re not the only competitors to mess up under pressure; John has managed to line his tins with salt instead of sugar, and doesn’t notice until after his babas are baked.

Mmm... salty pastry.

James, meanwhile, is plowing along without a care in the world and shares his trick for perfectly rum-soaked babas: you pour the rum syrup into the empty baba tins and plop the babas back into them to soak up the juice.

Clever!

Peter, concerned about the state of his babas, tries to spice them up with a fancy spun caramel “nest”. 

When it comes time to judge however, Paul is unimpressed with this addition.

“Someone doesn’t think my recipe is good enough on its own,” he growls. “Someone is trying to hide something.” Can’t pull one over on Mr. Hollywood. 

Paul is also unimpressed with PE teacher Ryan’s attempts, which are so overbaked that they have formed a hard crust. 

Paul literally has to saw through these. 

And John’s salted babas don’t escape his notice either. 

He spits it out. Not good. 

But in the end, Natasha’s boiled babas are the worst of the lot. Meanwhile, baba expert James takes second. But wait, whose babas are number one?

Baba perfection, apparently. 

Surprise! It’s Sarah-Jane, Mrs. Wincing Face herself! Remember this?

No one is more surprised about this outcome than Sarah-Jane.

Meanwhile, my babas were out of the oven and ready to be rummed. 

At least they aren’t boiled or salted. 

To make the rum syrup, I combined rum and sugar in a saucepan...

And brought it to a rolling boil until the sugar was dissolved. 

I did not think to utilize James’s soaking technique; instead, I just dumped my syrup over my babas and hoped they would soak it up like sponges. 

When I turned my babas over to soak the other side, they REALLY started to look promising:

Not too shabby.

I let my babas soak overnight in the syrup, as Matt was unable to come to my apartment that day to taste them. I figured that would also help add *flavor*. 

The next day, I threw together some whipped cream and filled my babas as the final touch. So how’d they turn out? Well first, here’s Paul’s example:

They are really pretty. 

And here’s my attempt:

And with interior view:

They’re definitely a little more caramelized than Paul’s, but maybe that’s due to the extra soaking time. But what would Matt think?

***

Well the answer is that Matt would think nothing, because he slacked on his tasting duties and didn’t make it to my apartment at all to try my rum babas. RUDE. My roommate Kathryn tried them though, and she was a big fan. GUESS YOU MISSED OUT, MATT!

***

Final Thoughts: I have no idea what a rum baba is supposed to taste like. But this thing tasted pretty good. The rum syrup was yummy, and the baba held together well despite the soaking. They were maybe a little too dense, but I think overall they worked. On the other hand, I have nothing to compare them to.

Will I be adding rum babas to my baking repertoire? Probably not; they definitely seemed old-fashioned to serve today on a regular basis. But it was fun to try something retro! 

[stainedglassthreads]

Welcome To Night Tale Episode 1

So this idea for an AU has been in my head since this summer but I only just wrote it down. 

It was very fun to do~ And I have many more ideas for this AU... 

Episode 1: Monsters

When one door closes, the airlocks open, sucking us all out into the cold and empty void of space.

Welcome to Night Vale

Hello, listeners.

Our little town has seen quite a few additions, and this past week we have experienced yet another!

Apparently the mountain which the blinking red light we occasionally see off in the distance but can never visit or reach was the prison to a community of strange and inhuman creatures calling themselves ‘monsters’, who wished to rejoin our world of the ‘Surface’, as they call it. Upon revealing that they had come from the mountain, City Council informed everyone that there was no mountain, the monsters had never been Underground, mountains do not exist and so the monsters must have always been citizens of Night Vale ever since the very dawn of time.

The only naysayer was Steve Carlsberg. Of course. Because you’ve got to just question everything, don’t you, Steve Carlsberg? A town cannot simply retroactively gain several dozen new citizens overnight! Nope! Everything has to come from somewhere with you, doesn’t it!? What a jerk.

A small human child of indeterminate age and gender came out from the Underground along with the monsters. They explained that they, with the help of six human Souls, managed to destroy the Barrier which imprisoned the monsters within the Underground for so long. They explained this, however directly after they finished speaking, all those in the room reported that they had forgotten what the child’s voice sounded like, or if the child had indeed spoken at all, and instead used some other method of communication. They also reported forgetting what words, exactly, the child had used, simply the information that they had conveyed.

Oh! And the child said that their name is Frisk. They introduced themself as the ‘Angel of the Prophecy’. The City Council immediately contradicted them on this front, claiming that Frisk could not possibly be an angel as everyone knew that all angels were named Erika. And angels don’t exist, anyways. It is illegal to acknowledge the existence of them.

At any rate, the monsters have been integrating into our town quickly and smoothly. A charismatic spider monster named Muffet has gotten very involved in the Night Vale spider community. She has began a bake sale to help raise funds to help grant underprivileged tarantulas more opportunities.

Carlos, who is totally my boyfriend, has reported that a very nice and smart lizard monster named Alphys has begun working with him at his lab! He has informed me that she is actually quite knowledgeable about the Surface’s history and culture, as a result of having watched human documentaries known as ‘anime’.

I personally am not one who enjoys documentaries. I am sure that they are quite accurate, however I personally prefer romantic comedies, such as Alien!

Carlos has also told me that Alphys introduced him to her girlfriend, Undyne. He said that they look very cute together. Although I’m sure that we still look cuter, what with Carlos’ perfect hair.

Carlos also informed me that Undyne was really looking forwards to visiting the Night Vale Waterfront Harbor and Recreation Area, but was disappointed to learn that we do not actually have a harbor or large body of water, as Night Vale is situated in a desert.

Oh, and I just remembered! We have a new intern to greet! His brother apparently signed him up at our station because he is ‘A LAZYBONES WITH TOO MUCH UNUSED TIME ON HIS HANDS!!!’ So would everyone give a warm welcome to Intern Sa-- where’s he gone?

That’s rather soon. Most of our interns tend to quit or go missing at least a week after beginning their work.

Oh. Intern Laura has just informed me that Intern Sans is napping in the break room.

What’s that? Oh.

Intern Laura has just told me that City Council has observed several of the new monsters are dogs, and wants me to reiterate the rules of the Forbidden Dog Park, with the following additions.

Dogs are not allowed in the Dog Park. People are not allowed in the Dog Park. Monsters are not allowed in the Dog Park. No one is allowed in the Dog Park. Do not look at the Dog Park. Do not approach the Dog Park. Do not think about the Dog Park. Do not be consciously aware of the Dog Park.

It is possible you may see hooded figures in the Dog Park. Do not approach them.

Do not approach the Dog Park’s subliminal commands to gather around its imposing obsidian gates and carve mysterious runes and grams upon it.

The Dog Park does not send out subliminal commands.

There is no Dog Park.

This has been a public service announcement from the City Council.

What? What is that yelling outside?

Listeners, I’ve just received word that Undyne has just raced out of town shouting “NGAAAAAAAAAAAH! THIS TOWN IS WORSE THAN HOTLAND!!!”

I believe Alphys was running after her. Oh, dear.

Listeners, as you know, Night Vale is notoriously difficult to leave. I do hope that they are alright…

And now, a word from our sponsors.

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Outside the recording studio, Intern Laura is trying to get my attention by wildly waving her fire lance around.

Oh. Oh.

Listeners, let’s go to the weather.

---

While you were at the weather, listeners, Night Vale has undergone several… developments.

The most significant of which being that we have an actual waterfront now.

Undyne apparently ran back into town, carrying a massive glass aquarium filled with just water, and dumped it out onto the sand wastes that the Night Vale Harbor and Waterfront Recreation Area used to overlook. So now we have a lake.

Well. The majority of aquatic monsters, and aquatic citizens of town, were absolutely delighted.

Madeline LaFleur, stated she was pleased by this development. She says that the amount of people visiting us has already begun increasing, as several sailboats mysteriously appeared on the newly created Night Vale Lake. The crews came to shore, asking those around them where they were, and how they had ended up on sailboats in a lake in the middle of a desert to begin with.

Well. It has been quite the busy week. Make sure you all rest up tonight.

Goodnight, Night Vale. Good night.

[ask-xi]

So for those reading my personal outbursts ;D wanted to update with the situation, even if typing it out on here simply helps by feeling like I’m talking to people. I thiiiink I made the right decision. I moved desks and it felt such a freeing experience. I took control, and one of the women who usually makes me feel like crud was super helpful (and I don’t think it was because she was ‘getting her own way’ or something that mean) and we had a nice day together in the office. I owned my new space and no longer had to think about the things that had been stressing me out. Of course it’s not all fixed overnight. My shoulders ache like crazy, and I had a ton of emails that kinda wouldn’t stop flooding in the whole day because the consultants appear to be back with a vengeance after Christmas and trying to catch up with their dictating while our hospital’s currently on ‘Black Alert’ which is apparently worse than ‘Red Alert’ and is not quite as horrifying as it sounds except it means there’s bugger all space and no beds left. Thank crap I’m not a PA or some sort of bed coordinator. Okay I rambled. This is what happens when Will has the audacity to have a holiday :UUU I dump on here apparently.

Anyway, so far things have turned out ok. The lady I’m a bit anxious about has yet to return and find out I swapped our computers but I’ve been using it so long now and apparently she didn’t work worth a damn even before she got pregnant so I feel more justified in keeping my equipment >.> As crud as I am dealing with humans (unless they’re being ‘professional’), I’m really good at my job. Seriously, I’d be great in Starfleet :U

Downside is that.. eheh, now my bosses aren’t super happy with me. Turns out that my talk with them about my previous decision meant it all got considered as a management thing and not just mine.. so I’ve been gently slapped on the wrist for ‘reversing a management decision’ uuugh. Mostly it’s because they were disappointed I backed down and they may have wanted to deal with the power-play issues in the office but I don’t fancy bearing the brunt of their decisions. Using managers as a shield never earns you brownie points for team spirit. My team may be a bunch of irksome cows sometimes but they’re my irksome cows. Meh, I think the universe helped me out a bit though. I apologised and was worried about the aftermath, but I got a polite ‘thank you’ in response aaand awkwardly bumped into my boss on the way out of work.. just as I was worrying about how the hell I was going to dare face her again, and that was fine. So, thanks universe. 

[arplis]

Arplis - News: TOO MUCH excitement

Please forgive me but my brain is going a hundred miles a minute. I'm finding this self-isolation thing so stimulating. I know I'm probably the only one, but there's so much happening and so much to do and I've now got the time. I also have the time to dream up new things. This is BAD!! I know that some people are struggling with the self-isolation thing and I know it's hard to be stuck in the house and can't go anywhere. I can only hope that has provided people with some time to reflect on things. What is important to them? How can they change their lives going forward and a whole lot of other questions? I strongly believe that getting outside and varying up what I do and LEARNING something new every day is keeping me from even thinking about the situation. I remembered this quote that hangs in Studio U and I think it pretty much sums up why I'm so happy.

One of my favorite quotes

So a LOT happened at my house yesterday. It was a very exciting day. We started off with this in the backyard. I've noticed on our walks, that our neighbors are getting their first lawn treatment. I don't even know what that involves, but some chemicals being sprayed on the lawn or fertilizer or whatever. And at some point in the year, they'll have their sprinkler systems madly running to try to keep the lawn green. At our house? We don't have any grass. NOT a single blade - any grass is a WEED at our house. Yesterday morning the backyard looked like this.

Murphy surveying her (I mean Lexi's) kingdom

Here's the view of the gazebo from the back door.

Along the back of the house

View from the deck to the shed and what I like to call the "upper deck". Lexi has dug herself a nice little spot to sleep under that shed.

View to the shed

Lastly, there's the view down the side of the house. I call this the secret garden. There's a nice bench out there and no one really knows that area is there. We're on a crescent so on this side of the house we're not breathing down our neighbor's neck.

The secret garden

Then this happened in front of the house. My favorite landscape crew dropped 5 yards of mulch. In the past, I've done the mulch thing myself. But I've managed one section of the yard per year and we thought that this year, we'd support our favorite landscape company (Hinkley Associates) and have them lay the mulch for us. It took Mike and Peter all day to lay the mulch, but it looks and SMELLS amazing.

A load of mulch to be spread

I didn't get cedar - I just went with the natural mulch. But it still smells nice. And once they left? It looks like this.

The secret garden

This area is Murphy's speedway along the side fence. Oh yes - the girls were not happy being in the house all day, and they had to inspect every single square inch of the backyard to see what happened.

The dog run

Here's the view of the gazebo. The guys even put up my bird feeder. The darn thing has four huge spikes and I just can't get it driven far enough into the ground. They dug a HUGE hole and embedded it into the clay soil. I don't think that bird feeder is going anywhere. That was awesome. Thanks so much, Mike for that!!!

The bird feeder is now back in place

And here's the view looking towards the back fence.

The back fence

That's it - we're done our yard maintenance for the year. No watering, no planting (although every year I say I'm going to plant flowers, why bother with my two monsters). Yes - the deck needs to be power washed and the gazebo needs to be painted and the filter in the pond needs to be cleaned and a few weeds need to be pulled throughout the summer. But no grass to mow (no grass clippings to deal with and no allergies to go haywire), no worrying about brown grass, no excess water bill). Our front yard is the same - no grass, just mulch, and a few plants. It's the easiest and most carefree yard I've ever owned. It's also the nicest yard I've ever owned. We've lived here for almost 20 years and this didn't happen overnight. We've never had any regrets. Now if the weather will only warm up so I can sit outside!!! I had some homework to get sewn and I needed to pull some more orange fabric for my quilt. Oh god - you know how I shop at my house for fabric. Let's just say it's been a long, long time that I shopped in the orange fabric. There are two baskets - two OVERFLOWING baskets of orange. Why did I buy so much? I've no idea. Anyway - it would appear that I don't use it often so I'm trying to use more orange. And why didn't I use it? I NEED it. Nope - nothing is sacred now. Honestly, it was such a mess that I couldn't be bothered.

The stash of orange fabric

I brought both baskets out onto a CLEAN worksurface and dumped them out. Then I proceeded to "shop" and put most of the fabrics back into the baskets. Neatly of course. But nothing had to be folded - it was already folded. I don't get the refolding thing on comic board pieces. That's just way too much work. The baskets work just fine.

Two "reasonable" baskets of orange fabric

These are yardage pieces that I pulled from the baskets. Oh boy - I seem to have a wee problem here. These pieces will work for quilt backings so it'll have to be measured and a permanent home will have to be found for them. There currently isn't room on the backings shelf, but I have a temporary holding spot for extra backings and I'll put these in the same spot. It's not on the floor. As I empty a spot on that backing shelf, the pieces from this temporary storage go in the spot. It's all good.

Fabric pulled for quilt backings

 So you can see the problem. If I still have two full baskets of fabric and I pulled all this? The shelf was a mess and no wonder I only dug through the top of those baskets. Now it's going to be easy to dump them like the other colors and find what I need. This is what I pulled to continue working on my quilt. I've decided that I have enough variety of oranges that each round is going to be made with different oranges. I'm liking that. I won't make much of a dent in these but that's OK - they are now going to be used. 

Fabrics pulled for a project

I was looking through another basket of UFOs and OMG -- I found a brand new package of elastic that would be great for masks. I wonder how much I could sell that for??  Just kidding - I think I'll hang onto that one. But I also found a BRAND NEW RULER. And more thread and a couple of UFOs. Oh boy!! But that's OK. I didn't have time yesterday to sort and file all this, so that's a job for later today.

More treasures unearthed

I can only imagine what else I'm going to find as I work my way through the various bags and boxes. I spent an enormous amount of time on the phone yesterday which is why the written homework that I wanted to have done this morning isn't quite done. But that's OK. I had two test calls for the ZOOM classes that I'll be doing this morning. Both worked out just great and it's amazing how many people are using this solution to stay in touch. I've been out of the loop. I now have a year's subscription all paid for so I can talk all day if I want. It's simple to use, yet it's pretty powerful. As I find more uses for it, I know I've got more learning ahead of me. I see presentations to guilds because they don't want to have a physical meeting. Already working with one guild on that. So if you have a guild and nothing to do for May or June, let me know  - I'd be happy to put together a ZOOM trunk show for you. Or if you're a faraway guild and wouldn't want to pay my travel expenses, this is also a super way for me to talk to you!!! It won't be free - my regular fees apply. My brain just won't go to sleep these days. After one of my many conversations yesterday, a comment from an IG post, and a couple of e-mails, my brain is coming up with some other great things. Oh boy -- I may have to stop sewing to take care of the technology side of things. I love seeing the backgrounds that people use when they are on ZOOM. Mine was my messy office. ACK!!! And that's very hard to show stuff against. So - I got busy yesterday and did this. I needed to move the table in the office, but it had so much junk on it and the rubber mats under the wheels were stuck to the floor, so I had to empty the table - I just dumped the piles on the floor and moved the table. I actually have great visions of getting rid of all that stuff.

The table in the office is empty!!!!

There - you can see the entire mess. I mean it's not a total disaster. I've seen much worse. There is a LOT of floor showing even with all the stuff off the tables.

The office with an empty table in the middle

Then I hauled my three portable design walls from Studio U and set them up behind my chair.

The design wall set up behind my chair

This is what it looks like from the back and yes - the table becomes handy to hold things for the class.

Behind the design wall

 Then it was easy to put my quilt on the design wall so I could use it in the class. This is Aviatrix Medallion and my modified border.

The quilt for the class

Here's a shot of me on the computer with my new background. I thought that was very clever of me. It actually worked out really well and I could share my screen as well with the class so I used EQ8 to help with the design process. Oh yes - I'm embracing this technology and I'm going to take it to the max!!!!   I've got a couple of great plans to do a trunk show via ZOOM. Just wait for that!

My backdrop for ZOOM

As I was walking yesterday, I passed this townhouse complex. They've been redoing the roofs for a while. Holy - I bet no one thought of the extra expense in this style of roof. Not only are there tons of shingles, but they need cranes to maneuver around to install the new shingles. Something to think about when you buy a house.

That's a LOT of shingles, not on the roof

Our house has a lot of peaks and valleys on the roof. Not my choice and from time to time when I'm walking, I wonder how the roof could be redesigned to make better use of the surface to install solar panels. The way it is - it's not a very efficient roof and it's costly to reshingle. See? My brain just won't shut down - I have my Dad and my Grandfather to blame for that! I also saw this on my walk. Do you see what it is? It's an airplane!!!  We live near the flight path of a major airport and the planes are usually stacked up (well - pretty close together). There are two runways so often we'll see two planes at a time. Lately? We've hardly seen any planes.

A plane!!!!!

Since the girls were cooped up in the house yesterday, I gave them each a bone which was a mistake because Lexi likes to savor and Murphy likes to devour. So Lexi lay in this bed protecting her bone which was in front of her. Nothing like having your back to the enemy!!!!

Lexi protecting her bone

Phew -- aren't you exhausted? I am!!! OK - so I'm not. I should be because I don't seem to be getting all the sleep I should with all this excitement. After the two ZOOM classes this morning and the final editing of two more written documents, I'm off the hook for a couple of days until I need to start over for the homework that is due next Friday. Thankfully there's only one project due next week. It wouldn't have been so bad - I did have time to get it all done - it was the phone calls that delayed me. But they were so worth it so I'm not going to complain. Oh - here's a tip for you - well - you may not need it. But I edit a LOT of pictures and write a LOT of documents. If you do - then you had better have a darn good filing system on your computer. I do - now I just need to do the same with paper!!! Have a super day!!!!! Ciao!!!! Arplis - News source http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Arplis-News/~3/EA3mksQBcu8/too-much-excitement

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Why Is BITCOIN Following the Stock Market!? The Truth Is..

VIDEO TRANSCRIPT

Hello Folk. What is going on with the viewers of the two? My name is Tyler and I think you should know me by now because we just surpassed 100 case ups on this, too. I want to thank each and every one of you for your continued support. Even if it sometimes feels like we are isolated on our own little island. Joe puts on the brakes, but the result of October’s hit. We know why they keep up the. The U.S. does not get the slier the shit. Well, you know, our Hucknall Snow very thin. It’s time for Chieko crypto. While, my friends, the correlation between songs and crypto is beginning to move in such a sweet tandem when the two are trading together, as in the stock market and the crypto markets are open at the same time. The stock market leads crypto on where it will go up, down or sideways. But when the stock markets close at 4:00 p.m. on weekdays and for the weekend, the crypto market is a leading indicator of where things are going. If there is a fat down during the night or even over the weekend, usually the stock market opens with a dump. So if you don’t know what is going on, we have traders, large whales who are playing both sides of the markets, which is obvious when you look at a well-known whale and what he is saying in the space. Two days ago, Mike Novogratz of Galaxie Digital was on Bloomberg business and he said he was short on stocks and credit and long on Bitcoin. Let’s listen in. How is your macro book positioned right now? You know, I got short Friday for the first time in a while, both stocks and credit kind of selling into the Fed’s last big, big bazooka of buying high yield. But, you know, it’s not a structural position. It’s a tactical position on trade. Trade short for a while. But it was the first time I’ve really net been big, big, big shorts, you know, since the lows. I also you know, I still am long gold on one bitcoin. We are seeing a monetization of debt as we have never seen in our lifetimes. And it’s not just here in the US, right, with the Fed buying everything. It’s a global monetization. And to me, in the long run, that has to make hard assets look better. Gold is certainly without performing. You know, Bitcoin’s an interesting story. This is the time for Bitcoin. It got wiped out. And hang on a second. I’ve heard that before. I’ve heard I’ve heard. This is the time for bitcoin before. Why is this the time why if we if central banks around the world are embarking on a monetary debasement that dwarfs quantitative easing, why is Bitcoin at 60 700 and not at twenty-five thousand? You know what laws? Did you get to still remember? It’s an 11-year-old experiment and it’s only in the last year where it really has become a macro weapon, an investment choice. And I’m seeing liberty in the last month, hedge funds and high net worth individuals who had never bought it before who are buying it. So it’s no longer a question of explaining to me how does it work? What do you what does this mean? It’s like, okay, I’m going to take a risk. Listen, the risk on any store of value, if it’s gold. Is that enough? People believe in it. And so it’s still a question of adoption. I’m just seeing more adoption here in the U.S. and in Europe than I have Laoghaire since I started this. Why is it down with Asian retail is still a big part of this. The Chinese economy is getting hit. There’s a lot of leverage in the system in the Asian retail side of crypto. And so there are still sellers coming out of Asia. You know, the China U.S. relation and the China European relationships are going to be relooked at in lots of ways as the dust settles on this thing. And so I think the heaviness that we see even overnight. Bitcoin is down 500 points, is mostly coming to Asia. And so it’s something we’re looking into. But the positive side is I literally see new players coming in every day. And, you know, we have the having coming up. Bitcoin is an instrument with no inflation or with very little inflation. And the inflation rate is getting cut in half. Right. As the Fed is, they will print as many dollars as you can one. So, Mikey, boy, you say it’s 100%. Yes. He’s playing both sides of the market, although he is short on finance, one point zero and long and hard assets like golden bitcoin. Because this is Bitcoin’s time to shine, the Bloomberg host asks. And why is the price going down? And my answer is Asia. And China is the reason. Leverage is the reason. And let’s replay this clip at the end. And so I think the heaviness that we see even overnight rate Bitcoin is down 500 points, is mostly coming at Asia. And so it’s something we’re looking into. He says Bitcoin’s downward pressure is coming mostly out of Asia. And there is something we’re looking into. Who the Frick is Frick and where is it his Galaxie digital or does this go deeper? Well, you know, Chieko, we think it goes a bit deeper than that. And figuring this out might just tell us where the markets will be headed in the future. So we know Mike Novogratz is the head of Galaxie Digital who consider themselves as sort of a crypto merchant bank providing institutional services like crypto asset management, principal investments, crypto asset trading. And advisory services. That is Mike’s Krypto Company, but he doesn’t come from the BTC world just like most of the prominent whales to this day. They come from finance one point zero worlds. Mike Novo is originally a part of the Fortress Investment Group who was listed on the New York Stock Exchange. There is Mikey during their IPO 13 years ago in 2007, when they were the first hedge fund and private equity company go public within the United States and one of the most disappointing IPO ever opened high back in 0 7. At 37 buckaroos over double the IPO price, which was 16, but it crashed harder than a buying ance IPO. And in twenty seventeen, the Japanese conglomerate Softbank purchased fortunes for $3.3 billion and took it private again. Literally one of the worst IPO is ever. As public investors got absolutely wrecked. While the founders got massive paydays when an IPO launch one at a time for sale. But what happened with Mike and Fortune is, well, according to this fall of Fortress. Article Fortress as was exploded in public view in 2015 when Michael Novogratz, one of the firm’s principals and an industry luminary who had joined from Goldman Sachs, retired after shutting down his drawbridge macro fund following wrongheaded bets on everything from Brazil to China. And this Wall Street Journal article tells us more. Michael Novogratz, one of Wall Street’s most famous investors, recently decided to leave Fortress Investment Group LP and Close’s macro hedge fund after it lost about a hundred million over the past two months from investments in Brazil. According to people familiar with the matter and to top that, earlier in the year, the fund lost one hundred and fifty million in a single day from wagers placed by a different Fortius trader against the Swiss franc who was under Michael’s control. And the latest losses left the fund down seventeen point five percent for the year through September, according to a regulatory filing. So, Mike, he messed up big time and lost that fund. A ton of money which hit public investors the hardest. But Mike made out like a bandit. According to this article, Fortress would buy back a stake in the firm for about two hundred fifty-five point six million. What did Mike do with that money? He went on to form Galaxy Digital and I wonder how that performed. Well, Mike’s firm got absolutely wrecked in twenty eighteen, posting over a two hundred and seventy-two million dollar loss for twenty eighteen. And in twenty nineteen when we experience another bull run to 14K, Mike still lost money. A net loss of thirty-three million for twenty nineteen. And what has recently hit the firm. Well with the poor performance due to the terrible bets and trades Mike and Galaxie announced in February, they would be laying off fifteen percent of their workforce even before the madness swept this world. But more pain just eleven days ago. Joshua Lim, their head of trading strategy, announced he would be leaving the firm to explore new opportunities. Losing streak after losing streak after losing streak. Don’t you want to win, Mike? So when we see Mike is getting mad about Bitcoin going down, when it should be going up and they will look into it, I know exactly what he means. What is the fuel of the crypto markets right now? Well, if you go to coin geko and look at coins ranked by volume, Teather is the number one most traded crypto asset based on volume alone, averaging nearly twenty-five percent more daily volume than bitcoin, even though its market cap is ninety-five percent smaller. Does that make sense? No. So unless you’re wearing a blindfold while looking at crypto data on. You know, Teather controls the market, but my key plays coy. Just a year ago in April twenty nineteen, he tweeted Galaxie has zero exposure to bitfinex or Teather. My own sense is that they are less integral to the crypto community than they once were. That said, it’s not a positive thing that has happened. The herd won’t come until we operate with transparency and professionalism. Bull crap, Mike. You know how integral they are to the crypto community as you were a customer of theirs. As the New York A.G. has documentation that says you’re Galaxie Digital was or was in the process of becoming a customer. So what about operating with transparency and professionalism, lying about your exposure and getting caught with your pants down by the New York A.G. isn’t what you preach. So you preach that the traditional markets are going down. Yet you’re along on Bitcoin. Are you telling the truth about that? Well, who is Mike involved with besides the dark side of U.S.D.A.? None other than the institutional scumbags of the space that Galaxy did. It All was a series, an investor in the one hundred and eighty-two million dollar plus round, which includes the likes of Microsoft. Then, just a year after that investment galaxy becomes a customer of back making the first block trade on the platform. A block trade? What is that? It’s massive. Off the books, private trade made can not move the market. That trade was announced six months ago October 4th. Twenty nineteen while BTC was at an AK. Well, just 20 days later Mike was on CNBC talking about BTC and this totally tells us he put in longs as bitcoin started to drop in through the 7 K range. Let’s listen in. So you look at charts at this point, you figure bitcoin could go back to four. Could I think? I think for Thals, I’m hoping it holds here, but I think it could hold up for six sixty-five hundred would be the next downside to the high. I think you’ve got to get back through like eighty-two hundred first and if it gets back to eighty-two hundred where then back in the kind of eight thousand ten thousand range, it’s going to need new energy to really make the big move. Now some positive things are happening. Right. The New York Stock Exchange is backed, just got set up. There’s a futures exchange. It’s starting to gain some volume. But more importantly, they’ve got a custody solution which is just coming online. That’s going to get approved. Like world-class custody, which allows more and more people to feel comfortable with it. He hopes it doesn’t go down any further, at least to six point five K. And then he shows that disgusting company back, which he needed to as he’s invested in them and most likely had a massive long. He then makes some price predictions. Wow. He was spot on. Does it sound like he has connections to someone in the market? U.S. DP I mean, that is exactly what happened to the price. So in my opinion, with his connections U.S.D.A., he was told about another massive pump. He was told about the dumped. All these insiders share info. But in my opinion, Asia, especially the Chinese exchanges, they are playing their own game. It’s a battle of the manipulators right now. East-West American, European, Chinese, Korean. It doesn’t matter. Who do I want to win? None of them. They all suck. USD tea backed. Western centralized exchanges. Eastern centralized exchanges. Shu any centralized option? I’m putting my bets on the one on the sideline. The Dexia’s which puts the power of crypto where it belongs. Back in your hands. Cheers. I’ll see you next time.

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Why Is BITCOIN Following the Stock Market!? The Truth Is..

VIDEO TRANSCRIPT

Hello Folk. What is going on with the viewers of the two? My name is Tyler and I think you should know me by now because we just surpassed 100 case ups on this, too. I want to thank each and every one of you for your continued support. Even if it sometimes feels like we are isolated on our own little island. Joe puts on the brakes, but the result of October’s hit. We know why they keep up the. The U.S. does not get the slier the shit. Well, you know, our Hucknall Snow very thin. It’s time for Chieko crypto. While, my friends, the correlation between songs and crypto is beginning to move in such a sweet tandem when the two are trading together, as in the stock market and the crypto markets are open at the same time. The stock market leads crypto on where it will go up, down or sideways. But when the stock markets close at 4:00 p.m. on weekdays and for the weekend, the crypto market is a leading indicator of where things are going. If there is a fat down during the night or even over the weekend, usually the stock market opens with a dump. So if you don’t know what is going on, we have traders, large whales who are playing both sides of the markets, which is obvious when you look at a well-known whale and what he is saying in the space. Two days ago, Mike Novogratz of Galaxie Digital was on Bloomberg business and he said he was short on stocks and credit and long on Bitcoin. Let’s listen in. How is your macro book positioned right now? You know, I got short Friday for the first time in a while, both stocks and credit kind of selling into the Fed’s last big, big bazooka of buying high yield. But, you know, it’s not a structural position. It’s a tactical position on trade. Trade short for a while. But it was the first time I’ve really net been big, big, big shorts, you know, since the lows. I also you know, I still am long gold on one bitcoin. We are seeing a monetization of debt as we have never seen in our lifetimes. And it’s not just here in the US, right, with the Fed buying everything. It’s a global monetization. And to me, in the long run, that has to make hard assets look better. Gold is certainly without performing. You know, Bitcoin’s an interesting story. This is the time for Bitcoin. It got wiped out. And hang on a second. I’ve heard that before. I’ve heard I’ve heard. This is the time for bitcoin before. Why is this the time why if we if central banks around the world are embarking on a monetary debasement that dwarfs quantitative easing, why is Bitcoin at 60 700 and not at twenty-five thousand? You know what laws? Did you get to still remember? It’s an 11-year-old experiment and it’s only in the last year where it really has become a macro weapon, an investment choice. And I’m seeing liberty in the last month, hedge funds and high net worth individuals who had never bought it before who are buying it. So it’s no longer a question of explaining to me how does it work? What do you what does this mean? It’s like, okay, I’m going to take a risk. Listen, the risk on any store of value, if it’s gold. Is that enough? People believe in it. And so it’s still a question of adoption. I’m just seeing more adoption here in the U.S. and in Europe than I have Laoghaire since I started this. Why is it down with Asian retail is still a big part of this. The Chinese economy is getting hit. There’s a lot of leverage in the system in the Asian retail side of crypto. And so there are still sellers coming out of Asia. You know, the China U.S. relation and the China European relationships are going to be relooked at in lots of ways as the dust settles on this thing. And so I think the heaviness that we see even overnight. Bitcoin is down 500 points, is mostly coming to Asia. And so it’s something we’re looking into. But the positive side is I literally see new players coming in every day. And, you know, we have the having coming up. Bitcoin is an instrument with no inflation or with very little inflation. And the inflation rate is getting cut in half. Right. As the Fed is, they will print as many dollars as you can one. So, Mikey, boy, you say it’s 100%. Yes. He’s playing both sides of the market, although he is short on finance, one point zero and long and hard assets like golden bitcoin. Because this is Bitcoin’s time to shine, the Bloomberg host asks. And why is the price going down? And my answer is Asia. And China is the reason. Leverage is the reason. And let’s replay this clip at the end. And so I think the heaviness that we see even overnight rate Bitcoin is down 500 points, is mostly coming at Asia. And so it’s something we’re looking into. He says Bitcoin’s downward pressure is coming mostly out of Asia. And there is something we’re looking into. Who the Frick is Frick and where is it his Galaxie digital or does this go deeper? Well, you know, Chieko, we think it goes a bit deeper than that. And figuring this out might just tell us where the markets will be headed in the future. So we know Mike Novogratz is the head of Galaxie Digital who consider themselves as sort of a crypto merchant bank providing institutional services like crypto asset management, principal investments, crypto asset trading. And advisory services. That is Mike’s Krypto Company, but he doesn’t come from the BTC world just like most of the prominent whales to this day. They come from finance one point zero worlds. Mike Novo is originally a part of the Fortress Investment Group who was listed on the New York Stock Exchange. There is Mikey during their IPO 13 years ago in 2007, when they were the first hedge fund and private equity company go public within the United States and one of the most disappointing IPO ever opened high back in 0 7. At 37 buckaroos over double the IPO price, which was 16, but it crashed harder than a buying ance IPO. And in twenty seventeen, the Japanese conglomerate Softbank purchased fortunes for $3.3 billion and took it private again. Literally one of the worst IPO is ever. As public investors got absolutely wrecked. While the founders got massive paydays when an IPO launch one at a time for sale. But what happened with Mike and Fortune is, well, according to this fall of Fortress. Article Fortress as was exploded in public view in 2015 when Michael Novogratz, one of the firm’s principals and an industry luminary who had joined from Goldman Sachs, retired after shutting down his drawbridge macro fund following wrongheaded bets on everything from Brazil to China. And this Wall Street Journal article tells us more. Michael Novogratz, one of Wall Street’s most famous investors, recently decided to leave Fortress Investment Group LP and Close’s macro hedge fund after it lost about a hundred million over the past two months from investments in Brazil. According to people familiar with the matter and to top that, earlier in the year, the fund lost one hundred and fifty million in a single day from wagers placed by a different Fortius trader against the Swiss franc who was under Michael’s control. And the latest losses left the fund down seventeen point five percent for the year through September, according to a regulatory filing. So, Mike, he messed up big time and lost that fund. A ton of money which hit public investors the hardest. But Mike made out like a bandit. According to this article, Fortress would buy back a stake in the firm for about two hundred fifty-five point six million. What did Mike do with that money? He went on to form Galaxy Digital and I wonder how that performed. Well, Mike’s firm got absolutely wrecked in twenty eighteen, posting over a two hundred and seventy-two million dollar loss for twenty eighteen. And in twenty nineteen when we experience another bull run to 14K, Mike still lost money. A net loss of thirty-three million for twenty nineteen. And what has recently hit the firm. Well with the poor performance due to the terrible bets and trades Mike and Galaxie announced in February, they would be laying off fifteen percent of their workforce even before the madness swept this world. But more pain just eleven days ago. Joshua Lim, their head of trading strategy, announced he would be leaving the firm to explore new opportunities. Losing streak after losing streak after losing streak. Don’t you want to win, Mike? So when we see Mike is getting mad about Bitcoin going down, when it should be going up and they will look into it, I know exactly what he means. What is the fuel of the crypto markets right now? Well, if you go to coin geko and look at coins ranked by volume, Teather is the number one most traded crypto asset based on volume alone, averaging nearly twenty-five percent more daily volume than bitcoin, even though its market cap is ninety-five percent smaller. Does that make sense? No. So unless you’re wearing a blindfold while looking at crypto data on. You know, Teather controls the market, but my key plays coy. Just a year ago in April twenty nineteen, he tweeted Galaxie has zero exposure to bitfinex or Teather. My own sense is that they are less integral to the crypto community than they once were. That said, it’s not a positive thing that has happened. The herd won’t come until we operate with transparency and professionalism. Bull crap, Mike. You know how integral they are to the crypto community as you were a customer of theirs. As the New York A.G. has documentation that says you’re Galaxie Digital was or was in the process of becoming a customer. So what about operating with transparency and professionalism, lying about your exposure and getting caught with your pants down by the New York A.G. isn’t what you preach. So you preach that the traditional markets are going down. Yet you’re along on Bitcoin. Are you telling the truth about that? Well, who is Mike involved with besides the dark side of U.S.D.A.? None other than the institutional scumbags of the space that Galaxy did. It All was a series, an investor in the one hundred and eighty-two million dollar plus round, which includes the likes of Microsoft. Then, just a year after that investment galaxy becomes a customer of back making the first block trade on the platform. A block trade? What is that? It’s massive. Off the books, private trade made can not move the market. That trade was announced six months ago October 4th. Twenty nineteen while BTC was at an AK. Well, just 20 days later Mike was on CNBC talking about BTC and this totally tells us he put in longs as bitcoin started to drop in through the 7 K range. Let’s listen in. So you look at charts at this point, you figure bitcoin could go back to four. Could I think? I think for Thals, I’m hoping it holds here, but I think it could hold up for six sixty-five hundred would be the next downside to the high. I think you’ve got to get back through like eighty-two hundred first and if it gets back to eighty-two hundred where then back in the kind of eight thousand ten thousand range, it’s going to need new energy to really make the big move. Now some positive things are happening. Right. The New York Stock Exchange is backed, just got set up. There’s a futures exchange. It’s starting to gain some volume. But more importantly, they’ve got a custody solution which is just coming online. That’s going to get approved. Like world-class custody, which allows more and more people to feel comfortable with it. He hopes it doesn’t go down any further, at least to six point five K. And then he shows that disgusting company back, which he needed to as he’s invested in them and most likely had a massive long. He then makes some price predictions. Wow. He was spot on. Does it sound like he has connections to someone in the market? U.S. DP I mean, that is exactly what happened to the price. So in my opinion, with his connections U.S.D.A., he was told about another massive pump. He was told about the dumped. All these insiders share info. But in my opinion, Asia, especially the Chinese exchanges, they are playing their own game. It’s a battle of the manipulators right now. East-West American, European, Chinese, Korean. It doesn’t matter. Who do I want to win? None of them. They all suck. USD tea backed. Western centralized exchanges. Eastern centralized exchanges. Shu any centralized option? I’m putting my bets on the one on the sideline. The Dexia’s which puts the power of crypto where it belongs. Back in your hands. Cheers. I’ll see you next time.

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