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where you lead i will follow , mat barzal

note, hello! here is it! my summer 2023 fic exchange! thank you to @wyattjohnston for putting together another amazing exchange! you are so slay! this fic is for @prettytoxicrevolver! i hope this is as slay as you hoped for and i hope you enjoy! so, i love gilmore girls too, and have a fic inspired by luke and lorelai coming soon, so i instead went with jess and rory because i am a jess girl. if you aren't, argue to a wall cause i don't care. this is loosely based on their relationship, this isn't them. just wanted to clarify. another note, sorry there are a lot of time jumps just cause i'm lazy, but i promise this is still very slay. pair, mat barzal x reader summary, mat barzal is new to town, sort of. a town he didn't want to be in. after not so good press towards the end of the season in new york, during the off-season, the team decides to send him to ivory lake, a small town where his uncle lives, just until everything dies down. the first night he's there, his uncle forces him to go dinner at his not-girlfriend's house. there, he meet's her daughter, and he realizes he has more in common with her than he thinks. warnings, none :) word count, 5175 words (this is longer than i expected lol)

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As soon as Mat stepped out of the taxi, he knew he would rather be anywhere else, "Mat." His uncle Milo greeted him stiffly as he stepped off the bus.

"Milo." Mat greeted, a flat expression on his face.

"You can call me Uncle Milo, you know." Milo attempted.

"Right." Mat nodded, making his way to the back of the taxi and grabbing all his bags.

"Well, let's get you home." Milo capped his hands and grabbed one of Mat's bags and leading him towards his apartment. Milo set Mat's bags down in the room he had designated as Mat's, "All right, well you get unpacked. My friend Lauren invited us over for dinner tonight."

"And you're telling me why?"

Milo sighed, "Because you're coming along, and you can't say no." Mat sighed, "Oh, and by the way, no one knows who you are here."

"They don't?" Mat asked.

"I don't think anyone in Ivory watches hockey." Milo chuckled, "Anyways, your secret is safe with me." Milo reassured him, then walked down the hall, leaving Mat alone in his new room in a town he didn't know anything about full of people who had no idea who he was or why he was there.

-

Milo and Mat stood on the Y/L/N doorstep. Milo looked over at Mat, and reached over, fixing his hair, "What the hell, man?" Mat snapped, swatting his hands away.

"Did you even brush your hair?"

"I did, actually."

They both turned to the door when it swung open. Your mom, Lauren, greeted them both with a warm smile, "You must be Mat." Your mom smiled.

"Mat I am." He nodded.

"Huh, he's funny too." Lauren nodded, raising a brow, "Well, come in. Dinner's almost ready." She stepped aside so they could enter.

Mat walked into your small apartment, his eyes going around every corner and looking at every photo on the wall. It was all of you and your mom, most when you were younger but there were a couple that were newer because you both looked a little older.

"Y/N, our guests are here." Your mom hollered down the hallway. You came down the hallway, fixing your necklace.

You smiled, "You must be Mat."

"Yeah." He nodded, moving behind you to get a better look at the racks of CDs you had. You frowned, "These yours?"

"Yeah." You nodded, mirroring his previous actions.

"Wow, The Cranberries and The Jonas Brothers." He nodded, picking up the two very different CDs.

"It's called taste." You grabbed them and set them back in their spots.

"Nah, I'm not judging. I like a girl who can do both." He smirked, picking up another CD and reading the back.

"You listen to music much?" You asked, crossing your arms.

"A little." He shrugged.

"You can borrow that." You told him.

"I'm good." He shrugged.

"Hey, you two, dinner's ready." Your mom popped her head out of the kitchen and into the living room where you two were.

-

A couple days later, Mat was getting accustomed to life in wherever he was. He didn't know what it was called and he didn't care to know. He had picked up a small cup of ice cream and was walking down the street, heading back to Milo's apartment when he saw you leaving the music store.

You looked up as he approached you," Hey, Mat." You smiled, "How are you liking it here in Ivory?"

"It's small."

"Small."

"Much smaller than where I'm from." He admitted.

"Right." You nodded, narrowing your eyes before clearing your throat, "I should get going. I'll see you around though."

"Wait, I have something for you." He pulled out the CD he had been eying a few days ago.

"Oh, wow, you didn't have to buy it, I offered it to you."

"I know. This is your's." You were stunned.

"Right." You nodded, taking it back from him.

"See you around, Y/N."

"Yeah." You stood in your spot, stunned.

-

A few days later, all you could think about was Mat. The interaction a few days ago, albeit short, was still on your mind. You were... confused to say the least. He was cold the first time you met, but the second time, things felt different.

"...Now, I don't know if you have anything going on two weeks from Friday, but I sort of signed us up for a dance class." Your mom told you, snapping you out of your daze.

"Dance class?" You asked.

"Yeah."

"Why did you sign us up for a dance class? You can barely tell your right from your left and have awful hand/eye coordination."

"I don't know, I wasn't thinking." Your mom explained, "I panicked. There are a few other ladies at work doing it, so I decided why not?"

"You are insane. When you're sweating and panting, I'll laugh." You leaned back in your seat, shaking your head. The bells above the diner jingled, and you looked up, curious when you heard the diner quiet down.

Living in a small town, everyone knew everyone. It was quite the cliche. So, when news went around that Mat was in town, everyone knew and everyone started gossiping. What did he do that was so bad he had to be sent away? Why was he here?

Mat looked around the diner, taking a deep breath as everyone looked at him like he was a caged animal, "Hey, why don't we tone it down a notch, guys?" Your mom called out, but no one listened to her and continued staring.

"Hey, quit it!" You shouted, and that seemed to snap everyone out of their daze and they all went back to what they were doing. Mat shot you both an appreciative look before going to the counter to order.

As he was leaving, he stopped by your table, "Hey, thanks for that."

"It's no problem." Your mom shrugged it off, "Next time you see creeps look at us, just shout at them for us, then we'll be even." She winked.

Mat nodded with a smile, the first you'd seen from him, "Cool." He nodded, "I'll see you around. Gotta get this back to Milo." He held up his bag of food.

"Oh, yeah. He gets cranky."

"So, I've heard." Mat chuckled, before smiling and giving you a fake salute before walking out the door.

-

"Y/N, there's someone here for you." Your mom hollered down the hallway.

"Who is it?" You asked.

"You'll just have to see." She winked, making her way down the hallway to her own room and shutting the door.

Your brows furrowed together as you made your way down the hallway to the front door where Mat was waiting in the doorway, "Mat? What're you doing here? Is there a CD you wanna borrow or something?"

"No," He chuckled, "I wanted to apologize. For my behavior the first time we met." You were stunned at his apology and the fact that he even was apologizing.

"Oh..." You didn't know what to say, "Well, thank you. I accept your apology. I get it. If I were new in a small town and were forced to meet new people, I'd probably react the same way."

"That still doesn't excuse my behavior." You raised a brow at the way he was speaking.

"Are you okay? Did you, like, go to school with the prince or something? Why are you talking so properly?" You laughed.

"Media training."

"Media training? Are you a promise?" Your eyes widened.

He laughed, "No. I play a little hockey in New York."

"Wow, a real city boy." You teased, "You any good?"

"A little." Mat smiled with a nod. You hummed, smiling, "So, look, there isn't much to do around here, so I was wondering if you wanted to go to the music store with me." He offered.

You were shocked, "Yeah, sure." You nodded.

"Cool." He nodded, trying to play it cool, "Are you free tomorrow?"

"Yeah."

"Cool." He nodded again, "How does 1 sound?"

"Sounds good." You nodded.

-

The next day, you were ready way before 1 o'clock, and at exactly 1 o'clock on the dot, there was a knock on your door and you knew immediately who it was.

You jumped off the couch, smoothing down your pants, before making your way over and opening the door, "Hey." You smiled.

"Hey, you ready?" He asked, his hands shoved into his pockets. On the outside, he looked cool and carefree but on the inside, he was so nervous and could feel the nervous sweat going down his back.

"Yeah." You grabbed your bag and then locked your door. You walked and talked over to the music store, the conversation very mundane.

The second you walked through, you were off in your own world. You ditched Mat and started rifling through the records as if you weren't there a couple days ago.

"Looking for anything in particular?" He asked, looking through the box next to you.

"No, but every now and then, they get new records." You shrugged, continuing your search.

"Hey, Y/N." The owner, Vic, called out, grabbing your attention, "I think I have something for you." He waved you over. You eagerly walked over and gasped when he pulled a record from under the desk.

"Vic, have I ever told you I love you?" Your eyes were wide as he handed you the record.

He only smiled as Mat walked over in confusion, "What's so special about a Blink-182 record?"

"We moved houses a little while ago, and in the move, I lost this record. It meant everything to me. I would play it practically every day, so when it went missing, it was the worst day of my life. I've been on the lookout for one since then, but for some reason, it's been impossible."

"Until today," Vic spoke up with a proud smile.

"Until today." You nodded with a smile. You got your wallet out, ready to pay, but Mat stopped you, "What?"

"I got it." He told you, handing Vic his card.

"What? No." You shook your head.

"Can't I just do this nice thing?" He chuckled.

You pursed your lips as you tried to read him, "Fine." You related, letting Vic swipe his card so he could pay.

Mat held the door open for you as you exited, "You know, I didn't tell you that story just for you to pay for this right?"

"I know." He nodded, "I just wanted to." He shrugged.

"Well, next time you see something you like, within reason, let me buy it for you." You nudged him.

"We'll see." He smirked.

-

As the weeks passed, you and Mat started hanging out more. You learned about his life in New York, learned about his best friend Anthony, his sister, and his parents. You also learned about his crippling fear of dogs, which was hilarious, and he regretted it the moment you started laughing.

He learned about your love for books and your love for ABBA and Mamma Mia. He learned your mom worked at a hotel and she also shared your love of music.

Your mom was at work, so you were left alone. It was summer after all. You were startled and confused by the knock at the door, "What're you doing here?" You asked.

"Hi, Mat. Good to see you too." He joked sarcastically.

"With the formalities out of the way, my question remains. What are you doing here?"

"Well, I was doing some research. There's a hockey team nearby. It's like minor league, I don't think they even keep score, but I got us tickets. They're for today." He held up a piece of paper with information about the team.

"Let's say I wasn't free. What would you do?" You asked.

"Go to the game alone." He shrugged.

"Fine. Just give me like 10 minutes."

"You have 5." You raised a brow, "I was working up the courage to ask you and kind of wasted a lot of time. The game starts in an hour and it takes a while to get there." He scratched the back of his neck.

"Awh, do I make you nervous, Mat?" You teased.

He quickly shook his head, "No."

You laughed, "All right, five minutes." You nodded.

-

You found your seats but before you made it, Mat insisted on buying you a hat from one of the parents outside. The merch had the team logo on it, and most of the people inside were wearing it.

"Wow, this is much more enthusiastic than I imagined for some reason." You laughed.

"Yeah, they can get pretty rowdy." He looked around.

"So, you go to many games in New York?" You asked.

He laughed, "A few."

"What does that mean?" You asked curiously, to which he only smiled, turning his attention to the ice as they began the national anthem.

By second period intermission, Mat had explained every rule of the game to you so you understood a little of what was going on, "Hey, I'm gonna get a hotdog, you want anything?" He stood up from his seat.

"A hotdog sounds pretty good about now." You nodded with a smile.

By the time Mat got back, the second period was getting ready to start, "Sorry, line for hotdogs was long." He handed you yours with a couple packets of condiments, "Didn't know what you wanted, so I got everything."

"It's all good. Thank you." you smiled, "How much do I owe you?"

"It's on me." He shook his head as you pulled out your phone.

"What? Mat we can't keep doing this. I have money, you know." You joked.

"I know, but I feel bad that I took so long."

"It's fine. I made a friend." You pointed below you to the kid who was sitting in front of you with his family. The kid waved, a look of awe on his face.

Mat winked. He knew the look on the kid's face. It was one he was all too familiar with. The look of recognition. The kid knew who he was, but thankfully, had the manners not to say anything.

By the end of the game, you were practically a seasoned expert. You followed Mat around the arena, thinking you were going to the car, but were confused when you ended up right next to the ice.

"What are we doing here?" You asked nervously.

"Well, since it's your first game, I thought I'd make it memorable." He smiled, "Your gonna ride the Zamboni." Your eyes widened.

"What?" He pointed to the big ice machine coming down the hall.

"So, who's it gonna be?" The Zamboni driver asked, looking between you and Mat. Mat quickly, without hesitation, pointed to you, "All right, hop on." The man smiled.

You got on the Zamboni, and it felt like an out-of-body experience as you drove around the rink. Mat watched, filming the entire thing, from the entrance off the side of the ice.

"That was crazy." You exclaimed as you hopped off.

"Yeah? I thought you'd like it." He laughed, sending a smile and a wave to the driver and the couple of workers in charge of the Zamboni.

"That was so cool, Mat. Thank you. I had a lot of fun tonight."

"I'm glad I was able to be the lucky guest who took you to your first game."

"Glad you were here for it. You're a good teacher. Thanks to you, I wasn't so clueless." You laughed.

-

"And you're absolutely sure there's nothing going on?" Mat asked.

Lauren sighed, "Yes, Mat, I'm sure. I'm pretty sure I know my own kid's schedule."

"Okay, I just want to make sure. These tickets were very expensive and I don't think they're refundable."

"And I told you, I can pay for her ticket." Lauren insisted with another exasperated sigh.

"And I told you I got it covered," Mat told her.

Both of their heads whipped over to the door as you walked in, confused at the way they both looked over at you, "Hi."

"Hi, honey." Your mom smiled, "Well, I'm going to get going. I've got some stuff to do. I'll see you later." She grabbed her bag quickly and kissed your head before leaving.

"That was strange." You laughed, setting your stuff down on the couch, "So, what're you doing here? Another hockey game?" You asked.

"Well..."

"Oh, please don't tell me you bought hockey tickets again. I had fun, but I think the next time we go, I should buy them because I feel like a moocher and if I buy them then you can't tell me no." You ranted.

He smiled, "Not like that, but I do have another surprise."

"Oh, no."

"Oh no" what?" He asked.

"Your surprises are always big and expensive."

"The hockey tickets weren't too bad and the record I got you was even cheaper than both tickets combined."

"Mat..."

"Okay, fine, this one's a little expensive." He handed you an envelope, nodding his head when you raised a brow at him. Your entire body froze when you read what the paper said.

"Mat Barzal." You gasped, "Are you serious right now? This isn't a joke?" You started looking around the room.

"What're you looking for?" He laughed.

"Cameras." You answered.

"Stop, I'm being serious. They're real." He grabbed your arms and sat you back down.

"Holy crap." You sat down, covering your mouth in shock, "You actually got Blink-182 tickets?"

"Yeah." He nodded with a proud smile on his face.

"How?"

"I know a guy." He shrugged, to which you raised a brow, "All right, my sisters pretty good at this, so I had her get them for me."

"Well, tell your sister I love her, and thank you." You were still in shock as you kept reading the tickets, "Oh, my God, now I have to find something to wear." You rushed off to your room.

-

"This is insane." You shouted over the loud noise of everyone in the arena, "And so are these seats. I don't think I've ever been this close to the stage for a concert in my life." You laughed.

"Yeah, Liana is really good at these kinds of things." Mat nodded.

"I really can't thank you enough, Mat. This means so much. No one's ever done this for me."

"Eh, it was nothing." He shrugged it off.

"Okay, just take my gratitude, will you." You both laughed. You took your seats and sat in silence, just taking everything in. Mat left a few times to go to the bathroom and get food, but you sat the entire time, wanting to remember everything.

-

After the concert, you were on a high. The post-concert depression was hitting, but it was worth it. You quickly went through your grocery list as your mom waited for you in the car.

"Thanks." You smiled at the bagger as you rushed outside. You set the stuff in the backseat then got into the passenger side, "All right, they had everything except tomatoes." You informed her, looking over at her. You could see the worry in her brows, "What is it? Did someone die?" You asked.

"No." She shook her head, "Honey..." She paused.

"Just tell me." You exclaimed.

"It's Mat." She started.

"What about him?" You asked, your mind racing as you frantically thought of every possibility.

"He's gone." She told her, her eyes screaming with pity and sadness.

"Gone? Gone where?"

"Milo called while you were inside. Said he went home."

"Home where?"

"Back to New York. Said the team called and said everything was cleared and he could come home." She explained.

"What team?" You asked nervously.

"You didn't know?"

"Know what, Mom?" Your brows furrowed together again, this time in confusion and hurt.

"Mat plays for the New York Islanders. A pro hockey team, like the big league. He was sent to Ivory because of some bad press and now that it's all cleared up they called him back." You sat back in your seat, taking in what she had just said. She watched you, worried, "You okay?"

"I want to go home." You told her.

"All right." She nodded.

As soon as you got home, you made a beeline for your room and stayed there for the rest of the night. You laid in bed, not even moving when your mom called for dinner.

She leaned in the doorway, watching you stare at the wall, "I'm gonna just leave this here." She said, setting the plate down on your nightstand, then sitting on your bed. "You feeling okay?"

"Why didn't he tell me?"

"I can't speak for him, but maybe he just wanted to forget about whatever was going on in New York." She suggested.

"But I wouldn't have judged him or said anything."

"I know that." She nodded, hugging you and kissing your head.

"I really liked him, Mom." You whispered, your voice going quiet as your eyes filled with tears.

"I know you did." She whispered, her own eyes filling with tears as she did her best to comfort you.

-

The months dragged on and eventually, you moved on. It took a lot of pushing from your mom and even Milo, but you started hanging out with a guy from your school and one thing led to another and you started going out.

"Y/N, Jared's here." Your mom announced.

"Coming!" You hollered back, fixing your shirt before hustling down the hall where Jared was standing, talking to your mom, "Hey, you ready to go?"

"Yeah." He smiled. You said your goodbyes to your mom before you were out and walking through Ivory. Jared was telling a joke, which made you smile.

"What is it?" Jared asked, noticing that you stopped laughing. He followed your line of sight over to someone across the street, "Who's that?"

"It's, uh," You swallowed harshly, "It's no one." You shook your head, "Let's go." You grabbed his hand and pulled him down the street.

Mat saw you from across the street and even from across the street, he could make out the look of surprise and hurt on your face. He saw you drag the guy who he could only assume was your boyfriend down the street and couldn't deny the pang it sent to his heart.

-

The next day, you had sufficiently ignored and avoided Mat, somehow. How you did it was a mystery even to you but you did it. All that progress came crashing down when he walked into the diner.

You were waiting for your mom and he had seen you from outside and rushed in, "There you are." He sighed, trying to catch his breath after running in.

You sighed, angrily setting your cup down as he took the seat in front of you, "Look, you have every right to be upset with me..."

"Hell yeah, I have the right to be upset with you. For one, you lied to me about everything, and two, you left without any explanation or reason. I had to find out through Milo."

"I didn't lie about everything."

"Oh, no, just your occupation and the real reason you were here."

"Look, I don't get why you're upset." Mat sighed, and the moment the words left his mouth, he knew he messed up.

You scoffed, "You have some nerve, you know? I get it, you didn't want people to know who you were or why you were here, but I thought, I really thought we had something special but then you just leave. No note, no email, not even a message in a freaking bottle!." You exclaimed, shaking your head, and gathered your stuff.

"I tried."

"I don't believe you." You turned and walked out the door, ignoring the looks the other patrons in the diner were giving you.

-

It was like was against you because as you turned the street with Jared, Mat was walking down the other side, his arm wrapped around some girl's shoulder, a girl you had never seen.

You slowed your pace but it was already too late to cross the street, "Huh, funny seeing you here." Mat commented.

"Yeah." You sighed.

"Do you two know each other?" Jared asked.

"At one point." You nodded, keeping your eyes on Mat.

"Well, are you going to introduce us?" The girl Mat was with asked impatiently.

"Right," Mat nodded, "This is Alexis."

"This is my boyfriend, Jared." You pointed to your boyfriend.

"And this is awkward." Alexis muttered under her breath, "Mat, I wanna go."

"Alright, yeah, we gotta go." Mat grabbed her hand again and they walked past you.

You sighed, linking arms with Jared again as continued your walk, "So, who was that?"

"Mat. He's just a friend, well a former friend." You corrected.

"Just a friend?" Jared raised a brow.

"Just a friend." You nodded, reassuring Jared.

-

Mat hadn't planned to be in Ivory for too long, but he wanted to make sure you accepted his apology before he left. Milo had caught a cold and Mat could barely cook, so Mat braved the cold and went outside to get food from the diner when he saw you and Jared standing in the park, seemingly in the middle of an argument. He didn't mean to eavesdrop, but you were in public and he was just there.

"Are you serious? You promised he was just a friend, but ever since he got here, you've been weird." Jared told you.

"Jared, please, can we do this somewhere else?"

"No, be honest with me, do you like him?" He asked. By that point, everyone in Ivory was listening in on your conversation.

"What are you talking about?" You balked, "This is so stupid, Jared. You're making no sense."

"I'm making perfect sense. Before Mat came to town, we were perfect. Everything was going great. Then he came to town and it was like a switch had flipped. Everything changed, Y/N," The way he said your name hurt.

You knew he was right, but maybe you were too blind and hurt by what Mat had done to see it, "Jared, please."

"No, no more. I'm done. I'm sorry." He shook his head, shoving his hands in his pockets as he headed for his car down the street.

You stood there, regretting not wearing a jacket. As you looked around, you then realized just how many people had heard your fight and it was just the icing on the cake.

You were tired and as soon as the first tear fell, you were running as far and as fast as you could. Mat stood in his spot frozen in confusion. Everyone was watching you, not stepping in to help, so he decided to do it.

"Hey!" He shouted, his voice echoing loudly enough for everyone to hear him, "Quit it!" Everyone quickly went back to what they were doing.

He sighed, following after you as fast as he could. He found you sitting on a bridge, over a lake. He could hear you crying and sniffling as he caught his breath.

"Y/N...?" He called out your name quietly so it wouldn't startle you, "Can I sit next to you?" You didn't say anything, so he took it as his chance to sit down, "Wow, you are a fast runner." He felt his lungs burn with every word he spoke and every breath he took.

"Took track in high school." You told him, sniffling as you both looked out onto the water, "Was it bad?"

"Nah." He shook his head.

"Don't lie to me right now, Mat." You sighed.

He hesitated, "All right, it was a little bad." He admitted.

"God." You sighed, wiping your eyes.

"But don't worry, it'll all be over by next week."

"Great, so I can't go outside for the next week." You sighed angrily, "You can go, Mat. I'll be okay."

"No." He shook his head.

"Just go." You repeated.

"I'm not leaving you alone." He stated. You sighed, rubbing your temple, "Me and Alexis, we were never dating." He admitted.

"What?" You asked, brows furrowing together at his random outburst.

"We were never together. We went on a date, yeah, but nothing more."

"Why are you telling me?"

"Just so you know you aren't alone." He reached over and grabbed your hand. He smiled when you looked at your hands together, but didn't do anything to remove your hand from his.

-

After Mat had followed you down to the lake, you had kind of been avoiding him. It hadn't been intentional at first, but it sort of just happened.

Mat saw you across the street and started crossing the street to see you, but you quickly ducked into a store and lost him. That was when he knew something was wrong. He thought he did something wrong, so that was why he avoided you.

You knew you had to tell him what was on your mind, so you decided to go to his place and tell him what was wrong. You knocked on his door and saw when he opened. thedoor, he looked like he wanted to shut it in your face.

"Before you shut the door, please let me say what I want to say, then you can shut the door in my face." You cut him off.

"All right." He nodded, crossing his arms.

"Look, I'm sorry I've been avoiding you. It's immature of me and it's wrong because you didn't do anything. It's all me." You admitted.

"What do you mean?"

"I like you, Mat. Like, really like you, and when you left, it hurt. I was hurt, and when you came back, I was surprised. You came back just as fast as you left. It was all happening too fast. I had gotten over you, I was with Jared, then you came back and threw a wrench into everything."

"Oh, my apologies." He narrowed his eyes as he spoke, sarcastically of course.

You narrowed your eyes back at him before you continued, "I'm trying to apologize for the way I've been acting and I just wanted to tell you that I really liked you and really liked spending time with you before you jet off to New York again and leave without a goodbye." You shrugged.

He sighed, running a hand across his face, "Y/N..." He breathed out.

"That's all I had to say. You can shut the door now if you want." You told him, turning on your heel and walking down the stairs.

Mat's brain was slower than his feet because before he knew it, he was calling out your name and picking up his pace. He grabbed your arm softly and spun you around.

He ignored the confused look on your face before leaning in for a kiss. When you pulled away, your brows furrowed in confusion, "Is that you saying you feel the same way?"

"Yes." He laughed, "I like you, too, Y/N."

"Oh, okay." You nodded, stunned by what just happened, "Can we kiss again?"

-

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You once made a post about how Floyd and Country Branch would bond, but what about the other bros? I imagine that Country Branch and Clay would bond over sad stories but that's all I got.

JD and Branch do field work or maybe critter wrangling to bond at JD's insistence. He thinks he's in his prime and he's wrong so Branch ends up having to drag him back to town. After that they stick to fishing at the local watering hole.

Bruce would try bonding over cooking and baking but Branch is VERY protective of his mama's recipes. He also has a little fun with it. Have you ever seen the Garfield Thanksgiving cartoon?

Branch: Time for Mama's Split-Second Cranberry Sauce. Blink and you'll miss it. Branch: *covers Bruce's eyes and empties a can of cranberry sauce into a bowl* Branch: Oops ya blinked Bruce.

Clay of course would enjoy Country literature, but he also tries to bond over the fact both he and Branch are responsible for keeping track of things. Branch shows him their cellar full of canned food and preserves, as well as their smokehouse and the ice house. The ice house in particular makes Clay appreciate their electricity, as Country Trolls have to cut ice from the lake and cart it back to keep things cold in the summer.

[mousetoe-wc]

I Got bored one time awhile ago and made a list of every prefix plus some into organised sections so I thought I might as well share.

All the ones that aren’t cannon to warriors, yet at lest are bold

Describing names

Colours: red, russet, copper, golden, amber, yellow, green, blue, violet, pink, white, gray, black, ebony, dark, pale, silver, brown, tawny, fallow

Pattern, Texture + Size: spot/ted, dapple, speckle, freckle, brindle, patch, mottle, ragged, tangle, kink, bristle, fuzzy, curl/y, wooly, soft, sleek, little, tiny, small, slight, short, tall, long, big, heavy, crooked, broken, half, stumpy, shred, torn, jagged

Actions + Character: flip, pounce, bounce, jump, hop, crouch, down, low, drift, flail, strike, running, fidget, mumble, whistle, snap, sneeze, shiver/ing, shining, flutter, fallen, lost, rush, fleet, quick, shy, sweet, brave, loud, quiet, wild, hope, wish,

Other: claw, whisker, dead, odd, one, spike, fringe, echo, song, hallow, haven

Elements

Time + Weather: day, night, dusk, dawn, morning, sky, sun/ny, moon, storm, lightning, thunder, cloud/y, mist/y, fog, snow, blizzard, ice, frost, dew, drizzle, rain, clear, wind, breeze, gale, shadow, shade, bright, light,

Earth/Water/Fire names: stone, rock, boulder, slate, flint, pebble, gravel, sand/y, dust, mud/dy, meadow, hill, rubble, river, ripple, whorl, float, rapid, shimmer, lake, swamp, marsh, wave, wet, bubbling, splash, puddle, pool, creek, fire, flame, flicker, flash, blaze, scorch, ember, spark, ash, soot, cinder, smoke

Plants

Trees: alder, aspen, birch, beech, cedar, cypress, pine, elm, willow, oak, larch, maple, bay, rowan, timber, bark, log, wood, twig, acorn, cone, seed, spire

Berry/Nut/Fruit/Herb: juniper, elder, sloe, holly, yew, mistle, bramble, hickory, hazel, chestnut, nut, apple, cherry, cranberry, olive, pear, plum, peach, chive, mint, fennel, sage, basil, mallow, parsley

Flowers: aster, poppy, primrose, rose, bluebell, marigold, tansy, pansy, briar, cherry, daisy, dandelion, daffodil, tulip, violet, lily, myrtle, thrift, yarrow, heather, lavender, blossom, bloom, flower, petal

Other: leaf, frond, fern, bracken, sorrel, hay, rye, oat, wheat, cotton, reed, pod, cinnamon, milkweed, grass, clover, weed, stem, sedge, gorse, furze, flax, nettle, thistle, ivy, moss, lichen, bush, vine, root, thorn, prickle, nectar

Animals

Mammals: mouse, rat, mole, vole, shrew, squirrel, hedgehog, bat, rabbit, hare, ferret, weasel, stoat, mink, marten, otter, hog, wolf, hound, fox, vixen, badger, deer, doe, stag, fawn, sheep, cow, pig, lion, tiger, leopard, lynx, milk

Birds: robin, jay, cardinal, thrush, sparrow, swallow, shrike, starling, rook, swift, dove, pigeon, crow, raven, duck, goose, heron, wren, finch, swan, stork, quail, gull, lark, owl, eagle, hawk, kestrel, buzzard, kite, hoot, feather, bird, egg, talon

Fish, Reptiles + Amphibians: pike, perch, pollack, trout, tench, cod, carp, bass, bream, eel, minnow, fin, snake, adder, lizard, turtle, frog, toad, newt

Bug type Names: bug, lady or ladybug, moth, spider, ant, snail, slug, beetle, bee, wasp, dragon or dragonfly, bumble, worm, maggot, cricket, fly, midge, web, honey

Skyclan + Warriorclan: Bella, Billy, Big, Harry, Harvey, Snook, Ebony, Monkey

[moths-in-the-attic]

Welcome Sailor Scouts, to Crystal Tokyo

AN: SINCE TUMBLR HAS DECIDED THAT I CAN NO LONGER BACK-POST ANYTHING, I WILL NOT BE ABLE TO CONTINUE THIS PROJECT HERE. INSTEAD, PLEASE REFER TO MY BLOGGER AS THAT SEEMS TO BE THE ONLY PLACE I CAN KEEP MY PAST LOGS DONE TO COMPLETION. I'M REALLY BUMMED ABOUT THIS FYI.

Here, I will try to preserve my Sailor Moon Blog for your enjoyment.

In this little corner of the web, I will be archiving some of the Sailor Moon fandom from days gone by (1997-early 00s). Here you will find hilarious old rumors and my own personal fan-fiction that I penned years ago, as well as other's fanfics as well. 

I hope you enjoy what this space has to offer and please check dates for when things were posted. Some of the rumors were products of their time, and since we are no longer in the 00's I ask you to bear that in mind before making any comments.

Be sure to check back often as I am trying to archive as fast as possible and if you are following a certain story, you'll see the updates sooner.

Cheers,

Malta Aino

(Sailor Universe)

Fanfiction Directory:

*Completed

Together Once More by Andre Garde (8)

Christmas Time Blues - by Andrea Readwolf and Kate Butler

Deck the Menorah with Rows of Cranberries - by Andrea Readwolf and Kate Butler

Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let it Snow - by Andrea Readwolf and Kate Butler

Santa's Little Helpers - by Andrea Readwolf and Kate Butler

Silver Bells - by Andrea Readwolf and Kate Butler

The Fire is So Delightful - by Andrea Readwolf and Kate Butler

The Nightmare Before Christmas - by Andrea Readwolf and Kate Butler

Winter Wonderland - by Andrea Readwolf and Kate Butler

Angel for Earth - by Angel of Earth (P, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7)

The Millennium of the Planet Princesses - by Malto Aino (Sailor Universe) (1, 2)

Unfinished Sailor Moon/DBZ Crossover - by Malta Aino (Sailor Universe)

OC Sailor Senshi List

Golden Knight (Jeffrey, Mercury's son, my OC)

Sailor Aqua (Elemental Senshi)

Sailor Bunny (Chibimoon's granddaughter, my best friend's OC)

Sailor Constellation (Josalyn, Saturn's daughter, my OC RETIRED)

Sailor Deimos (my OC)

Sailor Earth

Sailor Eclipse (Becky now Kirstin, Saturn's daughter, my OC)

Sailor Flame (Elemental Senshi)

Sailor Galaxy (Taylor now Tessa, Venus's daughter, my OC)

Sailor Gold (Amy now Heather, Mercury's daughter, my OC)

Sailor Gothic (Pluto's granddaughter, my OC)

Sailor Iceberg (Mercury's granddaughter, my OC)

Sailor M

Sailor Meteor (April now Deirdre, Jupiter's daughter, my OC)

Sailor Millennium (Chibimoon's daughter, my best friend's OC)

Sailor Orbit (ZB then Serenade, Mars's daughter, my OC RETIRED)

Sailor Silver (Crystal, then Annie, then Alika, now Emily, Mercury's daughter, my OC)

Sailor Spirit (Elemental Senshi)

Sailor Taurus (Kitten, Pluto's daughter, my OC)

Sailor Triton (my OC)

Sailor Universe (me, Venus's daughter, my OC)

Sailor Underworld (Saturn's granddaughter, my OC)

Sailor Waterfall (Mercury's granddaughter, my OC)

Sailor Wind (Elemental Senshi)

Solar Flare

Sailor Usako

The Links

www.ainominako.net   

Crescent Moon Crystal Tokyo

Crystal Moon Palace

Dark Echo Grounds of Thunder Senshi

www.eternalmoon.org

www.hamena.org

Hikawa Jinja

Ice Senshi: Lake of Illusion

A wonderful site for everything Sailor Moon archive related: Miss Dream

Mizuno Ami's Corner

www.moonchronicals.com

Neko-chan's Kawaii Anime Page

www.odangoatama.org  

www.outlawstar.org

Sailor Mercury's Ice Domain

The best resource for music to all the Sailor Moon media: SailorMusic 

This wasn't a site I frequented, but I guess it was very important to other people in the fandom: Sailor Orion.

SailorPluto.net

Sailor Pluto's Penthouse

www.sailoruniverse.com

www.sailorv.com

Another great Sailor Moon resource that seems to be for the TV series: Sea of Serenity  

www.selenity.com

www.senshi.net

www.serenitatis.com 

Silver Moonlight 

www.supersailormoon.com

The Beautiful World of Sailor Moon

The Gateway to the Silver Millennium

Troublemakers and All Things Naughty 

www.tuxedomask.com

[accio-sriracha]

Oddly Specific Marauder Headcannons!!

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James Potter hates flamingos. He doesn't know why, he just despises them.

Remus didn't actually like chocolate for most of his childhood, he acquired the taste after he started hanging out with Sirius (who has a MASSIVE sweet tooth)

Peter will never turn down a trip somewhere. Going to hogsmeade? He's in. Off to visit a friend by the lake? Already got his shoes on. Stopping by the library? He's got books to turn in anyways. Literally just going to the bathroom? Might as well get some steps in.

Sirius' favorite color is actually green, but he just tells people it's black because everyone already assumes that.

James Potter had a massive collection of succulents at home that he would talk to and treat like they were people. He used the words "sad" and "happy" to describe when they needed to be watered.

Remus went through burnt out gifted kid syndrome in sixth year and refused to touch a book unless absolutely necessary because he just couldn't handle the commitment.

Peter was actually extremely gifted at potions because he grew up learning how to bake with his mums.

Sirius 100% named his jet black owl something like "Princess Sugarplum Cutie Patootie Fluffy Feathers" and would coo over her every time she brought him a letter.

James is obsessed with everything kiwi flavored but if you hand him a kiwi he will literally throw it at you.

Remus actually does NOT know how to deal with small children and would make small talk with baby Harry in his normal voice and instead of holding him on his lap he'd just sit him up next to him on the couch like an adult would sit.

On any given day Peter would have an entire package of jelly beans in his pocket or a pepper up potion that serves double as a hangover cure for James and Sirius and there was no inbetween.

Sirius has a surprisingly low tolerance for pain but he's just so damn stubborn that he refuses to give in.

James is terrible at describing anything about himself. Ask him his favorite song and suddenly he's never heard a single one in his life, ask him his favorite food and he literally doesn't remember eating anything ever. If he sees the "Name three strengths/weakness" question one more time he's going to drown himself in the black lake.

Remus would despise roller coasters, and no, not because they're unsafe or because they're scary or because of the germs, he just hates the idea of them and would honestly rather go eat a chocolate funnel cake.

Peter WILL take a paint sample card no matter how large his stack gets and you CANNOT stop him.

Sirius draws on everything, literally put a writing utensil in his hand and make him bored enough and he will just start drawing on whatever is in front of him, his friends included.

James overshares every little detail about his day and all of his favorite stuff and many things the others should probably (definitley) not know about but when it comes to important information he just... never talks about it? It took two and a half years before the others even learned he was an only child. (Though his behavior made it a little obvious)

Remus dressed up as himself three years in a row for Halloween because "The real monster is inside me" successfully earning horrified and/or angry looks from all of his friends.

Peter is obsessed with cranberry juice, the variants of Cran-Apple and Cran-Grape??? Perfection.

[draftsandrecs]

It's a bad idea, right?

Chapter 2: Wet and wanting more

Pairing: Best-friends dad!Dark!Ari Levinson x College!Reader

Summary: Sexual tension builds between reader and Ari. He's soft in this chapter, he manipulates the reader into thinking she has control. But far from it.

Word Count: 2,639

Warnings: 18+ (of course), age gap, oral sex

It’s 10 o’clock in the morning by the time you wake up and roll out of bed. Your body well rested and energy high. Standing up you slide your house shoes on, they look like little bunnies, soft and plush and perfect for cool mornings. You never liked being barefoot especially if the floor was cold. You head into the bathroom to brush your teeth and get ready for the morning. Popping the toothbrush in your mouth you hear Mia before you see her.

“Hey! I thought we could tan and take a dip in the lake. I have a few floaties we can blow up.” Her pitch is chirpy, excited to tell you the plans for the day.

You spit into the sink before answering, “that sounds great. Let me change into my swimsuit and we can head down there.”

Content with your answer she starts picking out clothes for you. As she attends to that you begin to put your hair up, not wanting the water to get it wet. Or else you’ll have to wash it and your hair care routine easily takes up some time. And frankly, you don’t feel like taking time- anytime soon to complete that until necessary. Yes, you can be lazy but hey, its summer, who cares.

“I picked out a couple options. I thought you could just wear your swimsuit today since we’ll be at the lake most of the day.” She says standing by the bed.

You finish your hair and walk over to the options. Two from Aerie and one from Pacsun. You opt for one of the pieces from Aerie, cute and sexy. Perfect combination for anyone. It’s a one piece that is cut out in the back, rides up your cheeks perfectly, and the sides are open that show your plump breasts.

“Ooh okay! She’s feeling flirty and fun today!” Mia says as she sees you in your swimsuit. You do a little twirl for her as you gather your sunscreen, phone, and towel in one hand.

“I can make drinks while you get ready,” you offer as you walk out of the bedroom and towards the other half of the house together. “Yeah, if you don’t mind. I shouldn’t be too long.” Mia thanks you once more before she heads to her room.

You stop in the kitchen and find your way around it. You grab the liquor and other ingredients. Listing the items in your head you make sure you have everything in front of you. Malibu, check. Vodka, check. Peach schnapps, check. Cranberry and pineapple juice, check. Happy with that, you find two glasses and throw some ice in the bottom. You don’t care to measure anything considering that your goal is to get tipsy within the next hour or so.

As you’re making the first drink, Ari enters the kitchen. You send him a quick smile, “Good morning”, you say before your attention is back to the drinks.

He sets down a few tools that he was holding on the kitchen counter as he says, “Mornin’, you girls are drinking early, aren’t you?” His comment made you laugh.

You knew he was poking fun at you and Mia. “It’s never too early to drink.” You say finishing up the second mixer.

He hums in agreement, his eyes drinking in your figure. Your breasts look amazing from his view, tight against the swimsuit, just begging to be let out.

“Do you want a drink? I can make you something, a mocktail if you prefer.” You say smiling at him.

“Yeah sure, why not.” He smiles back at you. He doesn’t care for a drink; he just wants to see you turn around to get a good look at your ass. And it’s a great look indeed, amazing actually. Your back is turned completely away from him, reaching for another glass. Your swimsuit stretches across your cheeks perfectly. It hardly covers your ass to be honest, but he’s definitely not complaining.

You know he’s staring. What man wouldn’t? You knew wearing this would make him look without fail. You turn around after grabbing the cup, acting like you were taking your time finding another cocktail glass. To be fair you did have to look a little.

“Your swimsuit is very revealing for a one piece”, Ari comments but thankful that you wore it.

You cock your head to the side playfully, “This is hardly revealing, you should see my other swimsuits. One is basically just cloth and string.” You reply as you begin making his drink.

“Yeah? Maybe I should be the judge of that.” His words make you stop making the drink as you stare at him.

You were about to question if he was joking or not but instead say, “You’d like that wouldn’t you.” You reply teasingly, hoping that if it was a joke then you wouldn’t totally make a fool of yourself. Or have your hopes completely crushed.

He stands walking over to you. His stature intimidating you, his energy throwing you off. You can’t tell if it’s good or bad, especially with the butterflies growing in your stomach. You’re now pinned against the counter, you can smell his cologne and body wash, earthy and woody.

Ari is looking down at you with a small smile hanging on his face as he says, “No honey, it wasn’t a question. It was a request.” You feel your confidence subside a little before you confirm that he isn’t joking. He in fact wants you, like how you want him.

Without even thinking you reply, “When and where?” Now it’s your time to smirk, you’re confident again even if your heart is beating 1000 miles a minute it feels like.

Before Ari or you can say anything, else Mia’s footsteps are heard coming towards the kitchen. Ari pulls away walking back to where he was sitting. “Sorry for taking so long. I shouldn’t have bought a swimsuit with all these strings, I had to find a tutorial online.” Mia’s voice is heard walking into the kitchen.

She stops by her dad hugging him briefly before she grabs a glass from the counter. “I’m sorry again. I hope my dad didn’t bore you.” She says jokingly.

You shake your head, “No, actually we bonded a little.” You say before you and Ari share a glance of lust, Mia completely unaware. You two will definitely be getting along really well before the week is over.

It’s 10 at night by the time you and Mia have worn yourselves out. You two spent the day drinking and snacking around the lake, laying out on pool floaties, and even tried paddle boarding. Which you and her were awful at. Reminder that tiktok videos make everything seem easier especially when you’re tipsy. You and her already parted ways, you wanted a few more minutes by the lake and she was too tired to stick around. You don’t blame her though; you were going to turn to bed soon as well.

Standing up from the dock you strip off your bathing suit, so it isn’t dripping when you walk in the house. And you don’t want to be freezing walking in. You grab your belongings and wet suit as you head towards the house. You stop by a chair near the small fire pit, placing your swimsuit on the chair to dry in the warm heat. Your towel is wrapped tight around your body as you walk into the house. It’s quiet, most lights are out except the one illuminating the kitchen. You slowly walk to keep your movements quiet, so you don’t wake anyone up. You shiver a little walking to your room, fantasizing about how warm and great you’ll feel under the blankets. Reaching your room and stepping in your taken aback when you see Ari sitting on the bed.

“How was the lake?” His voice is sarcastic. He’s sitting in the middle of your bed, wearing no shirt and gray sweatpants that don’t hide his length. You avert your eyes quickly, acting like you didn’t notice.

“It was great, though paddle boarding isn’t for me. Hope I didn’t make you wait too long.” You tell him not actually caring, as you place your phone and sunscreen on top of the drawer. You make sure to hold your towel, not wanting to lose grip of it as you use the other hand to take your hair down. You turn around and he doesn’t say anything.

“Is there something you want?” you ask, knowing exactly what he’s here for.

“Where’s your bathing suit?” He’s standing now when he speaks to you. One hand meets your waist and the other on your shoulder.

“It’s laying by the water, probably asleep by now.” You joke, as you pat the top of your hair, hoping to smooth out any fizziness. He doesn’t say anything as he moves you towards the bed. He gently pushes you on the bed to sit, making you stare up at him from your position.

“I assume you don’t want to see my bikini then?” You ask smirking a little. He laughs a little at your comment. “As much as I want to see that, what’s underneath this towel is intriguing me more.” He says holding your face now.

“Take it off.” His voice is stern, and you eagerly comply. You stand up, eyes focused on his as you pull your towel off. The cool air hits your body, making your nipples swell instantly. You can feel your wetness increase as you stand there staring at him.

 “On the bed, lie down.” His command is once again met. You find yourself on the bed again, back cushioned by the bed. Even with the warm blankets the anxiousness that fills you still makes you shake. You’re still in disbelief that this is happening.

His knees hit the bed, crawling towards you. He maintains eye contact as he reaches your legs. He begins to kiss your calf, his beard tickling your skin. He makes his way up to your thigh, spreading your legs for better access. He kisses the soft skin, making small nips but enough to sting in the best way possible. He then sucks a little on your inner thigh creating future small bruising no doubt. A wave of shock runs through you with his touch. His lips finally meet your pussy after what feels like eternity.

He kisses your pussy, wetness meeting his lips making him want more. His tongue then meets your attentive clit. He points his tongue licking a few times, mixing his saliva and your wetness together. He rolls his tongue over the hard bud as your heart beats faster. Your hands dig into the bed sheets, grabbing them for leverage. Circling the bud once more he takes it between his lips. He gently sucks on it like he’s nursing it. He applies a little more pressure, as you ride against his face. Creating more pressure against your clit. He grabs your thighs, arms wrapping underneath them to keep up with the pace. You moan as he flattens his tongue against your clit rubbing it with light but firm pressure. Letting you take control of the pace with your hip movements.

He then makes his way to your dripping hole. His tongue circles around it before it dips in. One of his hands finds it way to your clit, rubbing small circles into the bud. The combination of clit stimulation and tongue fucking, erupts a moan from you.

“Fuck, Ari.” You moan as he chuckles beneath you. He grips your thigh as he pulls his tongue out before it finds your other hole. You try to push his head away, but he waves you off.

“Relax.” His voice is rough as you try and do so. You’re in a state of embarrassment and pleasure as he kisses around it. Taking it slow, as slow as he can. His tongue slowly circles it a few times before flattening against it. He uses his tongue to rub against it. The wetness from your pussy creating a lube easier to tongue your hole. He uses up and down movements that make you even more wet. His hand moves back to your clit as he applies a little more pressure to your hole. At this point you’re craving his cock, fingers, anything to fill your needy pussy. His tongue makes its way from your asshole to your cunt, licking at them, creating a wet mess that will for sure cause a need to wash the sheets. His face pulls away from you, briefly looking at you before he kisses you. You taste a mixture of your wetness and mint. You dominate his upper lip as his hand finds its way to your pussy again. He slaps it quickly making you moan into his mouth.

He smiles into the kiss before asking, “you like that?” You nod at his comment, and he slaps your pussy again causing you to buck at his touch. His hand no doubt wet from you. The sting against your clit makes you crave more of his touch.

“I want to see you unravel from my fingers.” He says while his fingers rub up and down your clit and cunt. He circles the opening a little, and questions how many fingers will even fit in your little hole.

“Please, please I need it.” You beg staring up at him, holding onto him, gripping his biceps.

He grants your request as you feel two fingers enter you. The intrusion makes you throw your head back in pleasure. You whisper a few cuss words as he begins to thrust them inside you. He quickly finds your g-spot, continuing to aim against it.

“Look at me.” His voice brings you back from your thoughts. You nod as you stare at him, you thrust back on his fingers. You’re whining on his fingers. Wanting, needing more.

“You think you can fit another finger?” he asks tauntingly. You shake your head, no words able to come out.

As a third finger enters your cunt, the stretch is like no other. It’s almost too much and Ari can see that with the little look on your face. “If you can barely take my fingers then my cock won’t even fit in this slutty little hole” His comment makes you moan imagining him fucking you and filling you up. He uses his other hand to rub your clit, creating a slow pace against your nub. The combination making your back arch off the bed.

“I can’t take it.” You say as you try to stop the overstimulation. You try and grip his arm to stop but he shakes his head no.

“You can do this. I want to see you cum undone.” His voice is heavy as he stares at you as he encourages you to continue.

His pace picks up, your clit being abused by his force. Your upper body sat up watching him use your body. His fingers continuing to assault your hole, bringing you closer to orgasm. You close your eyes as you feel yourself cum undone. It feels like too much pressure coming undone. Before you know it, you’re not just cumming, you’re squirting against his hand.

 “Fuck, that’s it.” He says as his fingers fuck you through your orgasm. The look on your face almost makes his cum on the spot. Head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth slightly open.

You moan his name as pleasure rips through you not caring about how loud you may be.

Once you’ve come done from your high, he makes you suck the wetness off his fingers. You tiredly do so, wanting to please him like the slut you are.

He has you exactly where he wants you. Needy, and wanting more.

[princelylove]

Homemade CDs.

Synopsis: Leone loves youuu so muuuucchhh. A wip that I desperately want to get rid of, intended as a tiny drabble to build some character for Leone.

Warnings: general yandere content, stalking 

There’s too many CDs under the television in Leone’s living room.

It’s Guido’s living room too, but Guido doesn’t really collect CDs. He has a couple- The Carpenters, The Cranberries, maybe even a Lesley Gore CD he swears up and down he got from a girl that just happened to leave it. (And hasn’t called him in three years to get it back.)

But other than that, it’s all Leone’s. There’s what you’d expect- Monteverdi, Tchaikovsky, maybe some Depeche Mode, and Bauhaus. Why does one man need three different versions of Swan Lake? The fucking nutcracker is in here?? They make CDs for that???

Some have had their insides replaced with black paper. If you ask him about it, he’ll tell you he burned the CD himself, and that’s why the side is blank. You just stick a piece of paper in where the art normally goes.

He never really wants to play it. If you ask him to, or God forbid take the liberty of opening it and putting it into the player yourself, he’s quick to take it from you and put it somewhere high up until you leave. Even if you’re tall, are you ‘top of the kitchen cabinets’ tall? Go ahead, try. Without looking stupid and leaning on his countertop. Yeah, that’s what he thought.

There’s also a ridiculous amount of films. Pretty Woman and The Bridges of Madison County sit nicely next to Leone’s hoard. Sling Blade, a recording of a ballet company’s Swan Lake, The Silence of the Lambs, the tv special version of The Phantom of The Opera (as well as the black and white one), are all pressed tightly together to fit in the shelves. 

It’s hard to imagine Leone genuinely enjoying all of this, especially considering you’ve never really seen him smile in the first place. You imagine he just exhales instead of properly laughing at the ‘funny’ parts.

His humor is a bit morbid, from your point of view. He probably laughs at the serious parts- sends himself into a laughing fit at the phantom going underwater with a stick to breathe. Or maybe he’s an elitist, and doesn’t watch films to amuse himself. 

‘I watch them for the experience.’ You imagine him saying.

He’s lucky you haven’t caught him watching you. 

You’re so precious like this. It’s the closest thing Leone’s had to domesticity with you. Going through his things while he fixes his makeup in the bathroom, where he can still monitor you but pretend he doesn’t care what you’re doing… He’ll replay this later to see which films caught your eye, so he can rewatch them, or put them on the next time you come over. Ohh, heey, silence of the lambs just happened to be on, you’re welcome to sit and watch while he leaves to go do anything other than sit next to you- despite suggesting that you amuse yourself with his things. It’s kind of rude to go through someone’s things, especially when they’re organized like this, but you’re not about to tell Leone a hard ‘no.’

You may have thought he was being sarcastic, ‘Yeah, come over to my house and dig through my shit, perfect.’ but he meant it. Getting to watch you browse in the confines of his apartment is the most fun he’s had in a while. 

When Guido gets home and breaks the precious silence Leone was thrilled about, he’s quick to comment on you digging through their collection.

“Hey, what’s- dude??? Your little guest can dig through our shit but I can’t leave a movie I’m CURRENTLY WATCHING out on the table? That’s SO unfair.” 

“You won’t put it back where you found it.” 

… You take that as a sign that you need to clean up, and put everything back the way you vaguely remember. You’re successful- a few are out of order, but it’s mainly neat. You’re not really interested in hearing Leone bitch about how ‘perfect’ he had it.

What you don’t know, and Leone will never tell you, is that he will never change the order you put it back in. That’s how they will stay, forever. A subtle piece of you in his home… he could just melt, but he won’t. Not until he has the absolute privacy of his room, where he can shove his face into his pillow, and then spend the evening hand washing his makeup off of it.

Leone still hasn’t come out of the bathroom. He’s not about to shut the love of his life out- not when that handsy bastard is home and eager to touch what isn’t his, but he’s also not ready to be so bold and actually be near you. Leone has dibs, Guido should respect that, nevermind the fact that Leone has never verbally or physically expressed his attraction to you. 

He’s probably the luckiest man alive to live somewhere convenient to you. His apartment is on your way to where Bucciarati tells you to meet him for jobs- it’s easier to crash at Leone’s when the weather isn’t very well intentioned. You normally leave once Bruno calls you, but it’s been an hour since the agreed meeting time. Normally Leone would be worried, but… making sure you’re fine is more of a priority to him, at the moment. He cares about Bruno- obviously, of course he does, he’s beyond grateful… but one of you is his obsession and the other makes him feel a great deal of guilt. Well. You both make him feel guilty, but one is an “I am indebted to you eternally” and the other is “If you ever find out I lick your calves when I replay you I am fucked” kind of guilt. Very different.

He snaps out of the thought when he notices you’re not where he left you. Leone’s not about to panic- if you’re still here, it makes him look like an overbearing host who needs to see you constantly and oh god what if you don’t like clingy guys. What if you dislike him and are secretly waiting around for Guido? Is that why you’re fine with the silence? Is that why you’re so content with him not really talking to you during your visits and just letting you sit around? 

Leone finds his way into his kitchen, and scoffs at the display. You were being entertained by Guido. You’re playing his current favorite game: see how high he can pick you up before Leone kills the mood. Looks like today’s game isn’t going to be a record holder. 

“Can you not do that in front of the food?” 

“Whaaat? We’re just playing. Don’t be so bitter.” 

“I’d rather your ‘playing’ not break the only real glass we have left.”

“Jeez. What’s up your ass today.” Guido puts you down, and moves on to pour himself a drink from the refrigerator. 

Leone’s eyes flick towards your face, to check your expression. Any ounce of reassurance will hold him over for weeks. Look at me. Approve of me. Love me.

When you avoid his gaze, he glances at the clock on the wall, and leaves to go back to what he was doing.

To Leone, pretending not to look his way is just as good as fully paying attention to him. 

He has a routine whenever he replays you. Firstly, he needs to make sure Guido isn’t going to be back for a while, so he sends him on some tedious errand he puts off with the intention of passing it off to poor, unknowing Guido. Secondly, he has to check what you were doing before you arrived, just in case. If you looked in any stores, if you tried to look in his window, what expression you were making just before you rang the doorbell. If you looked tense, he always tries to find out why. 

That gorgeous face of yours seems content today, so he speeds the replay up…

When he opened the door for you the other day, you looked at him for a second longer than normal. A whole, unobstructed second. What did he ever do to deserve such a look? 

He hates the way you look at anyone else. Nothing infuriates him more than his darling giving their precious attention to someone who entirely doesn’t deserve it. Not that he thinks he does, but… it’s better than anyone else having it.

It doesn’t matter, since this look was for him, not Guido, not Bruno, and nobody else. It doesn’t matter if it’s disdain, complete neutrality, or even pity. That gorgeous expression you’re making is intended for him, and he missed it, because he was pretending to not care about you being here. 

He’ll get you one day. Maybe not today, or soon, but one day. One day, he’ll get to play husband for you, and won’t even have to think about his stand, but for now… this’ll hold him over. 

One day, he’ll get to sit at your feet and give you the attention you deserve, but he’s trapped himself in this stupid “I hate you get away from me” act he’s putting up. A man can dream.

[gothbab3]

i saw someone do smth similar to this and i wanted to try so here it is :333

me giving my favorite rory culkin characters each three songs from my playlist that i think fit them:

clyde/ electrick children (2011)

* tumblr girls- g eazy, christoph andersson

* nuts- lil peep, rainy bear

* see you again (feat. kali urchis)- tyler, the creator

gabe/ gabriel (2014)

* i wait for you- alex g

* please, please, please, let me get what i want- the smiths

* i was all over her- salvia palth

charlie walker/ scream 4 (2011)

* creep- radiohead

* she (feat. frank ocean)- tyler, the creator

* happiness is a butterfly- lana del rey

scott bartlett/ lyme life (2008)

* this night has opened my eyes- the smiths

* sandy- alex g

* boys don’t cry- the cure

bonuses !! (bc scotty is my fav)

* motion sickness- pheobe bridgers

* head over heals- tears for fears

ollie sway/ song of sway lake (2017)

* cico buff- cocteau twins

* girls on film- duran duran

* sunday- the cranberries

jack thurlow/ jack goes home (2016)

* house of balloons- the weeknd

* bring me to life- evanescence

* zombie- the cranberries

hope y’all enjoyed this little random post lol love y’all <333

[daughter-of-melpomene]

🐧 + Bird?

Thank you so much for this!! Also gonna tag @dancingsunflowers-ocs, @auxiliarydetective, and @welcometotheocverse!! <3

Their favorite Disney/Pixar movie: The original Snow White for Disney, Toy Story 2 for Pixar.

Their go-to style of clothing: Bright colours but plain clothing, usually just dressed in t-shirts, jeans, and sneakers.

Their favorite vacation memory: The time the twins’ parents spontaneously decided to take them and camp in California for a week; Bird was really sad to miss school, but she got to experience the beauty of the California wilderness and spend a whole week mostly uninterrupted with her family, and it was a really fun time.

Their favorite fairy tale: The Little Mermaid; she’s a big fan of the bittersweet ending of the original tale.

One hidden talent of theirs: She can fold her tongue into some really cool shapes.

One thing they've kept since childhood days: A pearl necklace that her paternal grandmother gave her when she was six, shortly before the woman died. She’s never worn it, but she keeps it because it’s one of the only truly pretty things she owns.

Their favorite holiday memory: The only proper Thanksgiving the twins ever had was with their maternal grandparents when they were ten. The couple made sure their grandchildren had a proper Thanksgiving feast, and to this day Bird can still remember the taste of the cranberry sauce and pumpkin pie, neither of which she’s had since then.

Their first crush: When she was only a kid, she had a celebrity crush on Gene Kelly after seeing him in Singin’ in the Rain.

Something they would never admit to anybody: Sick of her home life, she almost ran away when she was thirteen. She had her bags packed to go and everything, and only ultimately decided not to leave because she knew Lake would never go with her and she couldn’t leave him.

Their favorite wild animal: Cheetahs - she thinks they’re the most beautiful of the big cats and loves how fast they are.

send me 🐧 + an oc!!

[moorheadthanyoucanhandle]

ASS YOU LIKE IT

Opening Friday in Scottsdale:

My Old Ass--18-year-old Elliot lives on an idyllic Canadian cranberry farm, but can't wait to head to college and start her life. She confesses her feelings, successfully, to her summer-long crush, and then she and her friends camp out on an island and take 'shrooms.

Under this fungal influence, Elliot, played by Maisy Stella, finds herself sitting next to the Old Ass of the title, her 39-year-old self, played by Aubrey Plaza. Younger Elliot is eager to hear dish and glamour about her future, but Older Elliot is cagey; she just advises her to avoid anybody named Chad. Soon after, Younger Elliot meets a nice young man while swimming. Guess what his name is.

The wish to go back and offer guidance and comfort to your younger self is a human perennial, perfectly expressed in the Faces anthem "Ooh La La." My Old Ass, written and directed by Megan Park, works the premise ingeniously by taking it, one might say, ass-backwards. Thus we see the story from the younger heroine's point of view; that is, from the version of her who, being young, knows everything and is unlikely to consciously accept an older person's counsel. Yet we also see Older Elliot's healthy influence on her behavior.

Stella carries the movie sweetly as Younger Elliot, with a suggestion that she's trying to present as more daring and sardonic and above-it-all than she really is. Her supposed mortification at her provincial circumstances is a less than convincing pose. In the much smaller role of Older Elliot, Plaza's guarded, pained manner complements Stella's performance amusingly, and credibly.

Percy Hynes White, as the amiable Chad, is the other standout of the small cast. The settings--the film was shot in Muskoka Lakes, Ontario--are breathtaking, and the movie glides very agreeably through its brief running time. There's one sequence, involving a Justin Bieber song, that's truly hilarious, but otherwise My Old Ass feels, really, a little mild and undemanding.

This, paradoxically, may be what's most striking about it. Elliot identifies as gay, you see; the crush with whom she makes out early on is a (slightly) older woman. Park doesn't make a big deal about this, and she's almost equally nonchalant when Elliot finds herself attracted to Chad and begins to question her long-held assumptions about her own sexuality.

In the real world, of course, and in this day and age, this probably really does reflect normal teen development. But I couldn't help thinking about the tizzy that this would have stirred up from a teen flick even ten years ago, much less twenty. Like 2018's Love Simon, the sunny, breezy My Old Ass may be most remarkable for how unremarkable it is.

[icouldhyperfixatehim]

Spell your url with song titles and tag as many people as there are letters

tagged by @cankersoregirl 🥰🥰 i remembered having done this once before a long while ago, so i went back to find it so i won't do any repeats. here for anyone looking for more song recs from your local long url

It's Hard to Be Human - Kina Grannis

Cake By the Ocean - DNCE (the version they did for Grease Live)

Old Soul - Hudson Taylor

Universe - DKZ

Little Lies - Fleetwood Mac

Did It To Myself - Orla Gartland

Holy - King Princess

Youth Grows Old - It Makes a Sound podcast soundtrack

Pure Shores - All Saints

Empty Threat - CHVRCHES

Rivers and Roads - The Head and the Heart

Feels Right (ft. Electric Guest) - Carly Rae Jepsen

I Want You Back - Lake Street Dive cover

Xx - Hayley Kiyoko

All Things End - Hozier

Tricks of the Trade - Paolo Nutini

Edge of Evolution - Alanis Morisette

Haunted Heart - Christina Aguilera

I Can't Be With You - The Cranberries

Midnight Music - The Runaways

tagging @oswlld @philologique @alienwlw @benkaaoi @silverquillsideas @hereforlou @becomingabeing @panncakes @chickenstrangers @morkofday @moonkhao @khaotunqs and if anyone else wants to here's a coupon [💌] that says i tagged you

[tf2-oneshots]

hello! can i request a soldier x spy fic that spy takes soldier to go on a victory date because they won over the blue team and they go to a Really fancy restaurant and solly get embarrassed that he doesn’t know how to use fancy forks and spoons and spy helps him out, spy not getting frustrated with solly lake of knowledge on all the fancy stuff and in the end enjoying their meal (sorry for being a long request i just NEED more content of them and Thank you very much in advance!!!)

Never be sorry for long requests!! You have no IDEA how much i love these goofballs

Warnings: none!

Rating: General

His collar is itchy. His blazer is sweaty. His shoes are too tight. Soldier gives his tie a gentle tug, hoping to loosen it enough for him to breathe. He looks down to his arm where Spy linked hers. He looks so graceful. Every step in her heels is smooth as if he’s worn them hundreds of times. He probably has actually. The same goes for her dress. A smooth burgundy that hugs her figure down to the knees. Beneath it, a pair of nude stockings sit upon shaved legs.

The waiter guides them to their table. Soldier does his best to squeeze through the sea of tables despite the strange look. The waiter probably doesn’t realize that Soldier is, well, a soldier! He knew taking off his helmet was a bad idea. Even if Spy knows, it’s not enough for Jane. What good are his medals if he never shows them?

“We’ll start with salads.” Even her words are graceful. Soldier looks around, trying to make sense of the whole restaurant. It’s Italian, which explains the strange decorations. It should be American themed with flags and steaks!

“Is everything alright, Jane?” Spy looks up from her menu. His red lipstick shines in the low lighting. How the hell is anyone meant to look at the menu let alone see?

“I am perfectly fine!” A few odd looks. Damnit, too loud. Soldier lowers his head, focused on the menu. Where are the pictures? What the hell is ‘mersalsa’? If anything, he can point to something random and hope for the best. That usually works.

Soldier glances at the glasses of wine poured for them. He grabs the neck with his fist, which makes Spy raise her brow. Okay, maybe just his thumb and index? No, that’s not it. Damnit, how does Spy do it again?

“I’m surprised to see you interested in wine, mon étoile.” Spy can’t count the number of times he watched Soldier guzzle cans of beer. Certainly enough for him to wind up blackout drunk, and naked, in the common room. A traumatic sight for a very unfortunate Scout.

“I like wine. It tastes…good.” He takes a sip, resisting the urge to gag. Damn thing tastes like rotten grapes. How can Spy sip it so easily? Soldier watches her drink and quickly fixes how he holds the wine glass. Its a shock that his big, meaty hand didn’t shatter the thin glass.

Their salads finally arrive. Soldier isn’t sure why it has little red things that look like raisins, but he doesn’t mention it. He unrolls the silverware only to see three forks, four spoons, and two knives. Soldier reaches for the middle fork. No, wait, the one on the left. The biggest fork has to be for the main course, right? So its the tiny one, or is that the dessert fork?

As Spy bites into her cranberry salad, he notices the turmoil Soldier is in. His hand hovers over the forks, and the spoons for a brief minute, struggling to pick the one for salads. Her hand lays atop his, guiding him to the middle one.

“That one, dearest.” Soldier thanks her and finally begins eating. He tries to shovel massive clumps of lettuce into his mouth, but Spy clears her throat. He takes the smaller knife, demonstrating how to cut into their starter before taking a bite.

Soldier wants to beat the crap out of whoever made so many different types of utensils. He gives a grumble, trying to cut the lettuce without shaking the table. He’s not trying to be so brutish, but its all he knows! How can Spy do this with every meal? They should just get rid of forks and only use hands like nature intended!

“Jane, I don’t mind if you don’t know which one to use.” Their empty plates are set aside. Soldier tries to relax, but his shirt is one slouch away from bursting open. He grabs one of the rolls from the basket, ripping it in half only to groan. He’s supposed to use a knife! Is he even allowed to pick it up with a bare hand?

“I wanted to impress you. I know you like fancy men, but I learned my manners in the trenches.” Meaning Soldier would roll around in abandoned war zones and pray he didn’t step on a landmine. Would be fun now since he has respawn, but not so much as a 10 year old digging for free memorabilia.

“I’m not dating you for your manners. I’m dating you because I love you.” Spy reaches over, cupping his face affectionately. The two share a kiss, and Spy does the unthinkable. He takes a dinner roll and rips it in half like a barbaric animal. Soldier laughs, raising one of his halves like a glass and clinking it against Spy’s.

While not a perfect man, nor one with refined taste in any way, Soldier is a good lover. Spy doesn’t mind his improper ways of eating or the amount of sauce that managed to stain his mouth. She loves Soldier, flaws and all. Even if they get a few side eyes during dinner. He can always stab anyone that gives them trouble.

Need me a girl like Spy -H

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Hi, Mousy! 👋🏻 I hope you've been doing well! ✨ I don't know if these are worth of ideas but I'll leave that to you! It's about the short stories that you wanted ideas from. I pondered the whole day... Here's one of them 😆

So, firstly, I had an idea about your farmer, Julian and my farmer, Ziana. It's based on that one Joja situation with Shane your friend talked to you about, if you remember, hehe (the blue chickens). I would imagine Julian and Ziana were just finished with some farmwork and are resting together (feel free to add more of others' farmers, if you like!) munching some cookies or whatever you can think of (like a picnic maybe?) Ziana has the habit (like me, LOL) who kind of just having random thoughts and questions out of randomness.

So, while they're munching some cookies, Ziana suddenly thinks about Shane's chickens being blue and can't help but think to herself while she's munching on a cookie, finding the thought weird at first. But then she remembered that one time they helped Shane with his Ad video for Joja (you know that cutscene with Emily and Clint as well? Imagine Julian also helping too!) She recalls that Clint turned blue after drinking the Joja Cola. Then Shane also worked with Joja, so...

Everything is a coincidence but it feels right for her conclusion so she just had to ask Julian about this thought... (assuming she's already comfortable with Julian since she tends to ask random questions to those she's comfortable with 😁 The result of doing so is mostly a flick on the forehead from others. Mostly from Isaac 🤣)

How will Julian react upon hearing Ziana's random question? 🤔

It's a funny idea, haha 🤣🤣 For me, at least 😅

I hope this is okay and understandable 😅🙏🏻 My English has worsened lately 🥲

Heeey! Thanks so much for the question! I just got the inspiration for this scenario (the story turned out longer than I thought it would 😅). Hope you like it ❤️

In this story, the main characters are OCs Farmers - Julian (my OC), Ziana (@nimillaarts), Bo (@boinurmom13), and Bella (@ivquatro). Enjoy!

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"The blue chicken theory"

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Many will agree that the middle of spring is the ideal time for a picnic in nature, when the forest has already woken up from its long winter hibernation, and the ground is covered with whole fields of pleasant-smelling flowers; when your skin is blown by a not too cool breeze, and the food is not atacted by pesky midges, which are usually found in summer.

The farmers of the Stardew Valley thought a spring picnic would be a great excuse to get together and relax after the hard work in the fields. Ziana and Julian sat on the edge of a picnic rug on the grass near Marnie's ranch, Bella beside them opening a bottle of homemade juice (everyone had decided to avoid alcohol for this picnic). Bo, having finished helping his friends with the dishes and food, decided to head to the lake with a fishing rod, trying his luck and practising fishing, which, by the way, he hated with all his heart. But, unfortunately to him, fishing is necessary to make some good cash, so Bo trying to learn while he could, and also try not to gag because of the fishy stench.

Bella finally sat down on the rug with the others, pouring apricot juice into her and others mugs.

"Mmm, the cookies is really good!", Ziana was munching contentedly on the four mint cookies Bella had baked just in time for the picnic. Making healthy oatmeal cookies, and at the same time so tasty, is not an easy task, but the red-haired farmer succeed in cooking.

"I can say the same about your homemade juice. I love apricots". Putting the large glass bottle of juice in a basket so the sun wouldn't heat up the drink, Bella took the cranberry rakhat lukum Julian had made from the pretty little plate. Taking a half bite of the sweetness, she hummed a little with pleasure as she chewed the lukum slowly. Julian didn't need any verbal encouragement, as his friend's reaction to the lukum he'd made spoke for itself, so Julian just smiled broadly and began to quench his thirst with apricot juice.

"Hopefully Bo will be back in time from fishing, or his juice will get hot in the sun quickly", Julian said and grabbed from the basket a small avocado and tomato sandwich that Bo had made. The funny thing was that he was the only one who brought salty snacks to the picnic, thinking that "after the sweet stuff, one would immediately crave salty stuff". And he was absolutely right.

While the three farmers were sitting on the picnic rug, chatting and eating tasty snacks, waiting for the fourth farmer to come back from fishing, Jas came back from Pelican Town and excitedly told her uncle, Shane, about something. Behind them, clucking, come three chickens - Charlie, Shane's favorite, and two more, motley, with beautiful blue feathers. When the girl spotted the farmers near her aunt's ranch, she waved her hand in greeting. Shane also raised his hand and smiled weakly - his smile grew a little bigger when Julian, Ziana, and Bella waved back at him and Jas.

"What a beautiful hens! Hehe, so cute!" Ziana gasp, she couldn't take her eyes off the beautiful feathers of chickens.

"Right? So adorable. I even managed to buy two blue chickens from Marnie", Julian was also looking at the chickens, which were noisily stomping around Shane and Jas's feet, begging for attention and pets while Shane tried to open the front door with his key.

"This chickens looks well-fed, and very happy. Still don't understand why Shane still speak about himself so poorly..." Bella recalls with a slightly sad smile a conversation with a pizza and beer lover who was always calling himself worthless in everything he touched. The situation was even worse when Bo told her that he and Julian had found Shane lying near a rock in the rain with a bunch of beer cans. Good thing they'd gotten him to Dr. Harvey in time.

Ziana turned to Bella, looking at her worriedly, and then looked at the ladybug on the rug; she knew about situation with Shane, and the fact that the story had almost ended in tragedy... Even though chicken man often spat caustic phrases and demands for the farmers to leave him alone, Ziana knew that if she got to know him better, and that he actually is a wonderful and interesting friend. She's glad the other farmers gave Shane a chance (although Shane and Bo still exchange sarcasm, and sometimes, when the kids aren't around, heavy swear words).

Julian caught the tone with which Bella said the last sentence and sighed, remembering the feeling of anxiety that they wouldn't get Shane to the clinic in time.

"It's a good thing it all worked out. He said he'd been talking to a therapist for a while now and had even kicked the alcohol habit", Julian set himself up for more positive thoughts, Bella and Ziana nodded in agreement.

"Mr. Shane looked much happier". Ziana smiled softly, still looking at the ladybug and making sure none of her friends inadvertently squashed the little insect. Wanting to change the subject to something more cheerful, Ziana remembered the blue chickens. "How do you think Mr. Shane made his chickens' feathers blue?"

Ziana's question made the other two farmers think for a few moments.

"Well, I don't think he dyes his feathers, the chicks are already born with blue coloring", Julian nodded in confirmation of Bella's words, "So maybe..."

"Goddamn piece of garbage! I hate this fucking fishing! Stupid fish, fucking rod! Bitch ass fucking bullshit!" Before poor Bella could say anything further, all the farmers on the rug were startled by the harsh and loud profanity of Bo, who, stomping loudly and kicking some kind of iron can under his feet, was walking towards his friends. Shane and Jas were also taken aback by the loud noises, but Shane's expression immediately changed from shock to annoyance. He quickly handled the keyhole and led Jas home, covering her ears with his hands just in case so she wouldn't hear any new "unnecessary" words. The chickens quickly followed their owners and the front door to the ranch slammed shut.

Finally, the white-haired "fisherman" reached his friends: his face was still contorted with anger, but he tried to hide it.

"Mr. Bo, what's wrong?", Ziana set the plate of cookies aside so her friend could take off his shoes and sit down next to her on the picnic rug.

Bo sighed tiredly and rubbed his temples with his fingers, trying to settle his headache and calm down.

"Let's just say the fishing hadn't gone well."

He reached for the net he'd thrown on the grass nearby and showed the three farmers his catch. Well, if you could call it a catch: in the net, from which fresh water dripped to the ground, were several empty Joja cola cans, broken disks (also from Joja.co), and slippery green algae hanging from the same net. That can, by the way, that he was kicking, was also his "catch" - an empty iron with the logo of that "beloved corporation", but he didn't put it in the net with the rest of the catch, deciding to take out all his anger on the unfortunate can.

"But why do you need fish? We have plenty of picnic food", Ziana asked again.

"Wha..?" Bo murmur quietly. "Oh, no, I wasn't catching fish to eat, was planning to release fish anyway. I just need experience, like, fishing knowledge, you know? And what kind of experience can I have if I catch shi- uh, I mean garbage, instead of fish?" Bo looked into Ziana's amber eyes and quickly corrected himself. He thinks he's used his entire limit of bad words for the day, especially since he'd hate to vent so much negativity on his friends.

Finally, Bo sat down cross-legged, picked up a plate of loukum and ate his sadness, showing to this world how grumpy and angry he was, cursing quietly the fish, the Joja co. trash, and the day the old fisherman had handed him that damned bamboo rod. Julian and Bella began to take turns comforting him with food and words, agreeing with his negative opinion about the greedy monopoly corporation and their inexcusable attitude toward garbage disposal.

Ziana's attention was suddenly drawn to the cola cans in the net, she stared at them intently for half a minute. After a moment, a question suddenly dawned on her.

"Uh, Mr. Julian? Remember when we helped Shane with his Joja cola commercial project with Clint and Emily?" Julian stopped patting Bo's back in comfort, and looked at Ziana.

"Yeah, of course I remember. Clint had turned blue after drinking that nasty stuff.", Julian's face wrinkled a little at the mere recollection of this "miracle drink" with a lot of sugar, caffeine and Yoba's guess what else, since some people contacted the company with a complaint that their skin turned blue as blueberries. While the change in skin color can be blamed on Clint's worries about Emily, it can usually be a slightly bluish hue rather than a bright blue. Julian also can't forget Bo's light teasing that multicolored young man grumbles over Joja like an old fart. But he knows that Bo wouldn't even want his worst enemy to take a sip of that crap, let alone drink it himself voluntarily.

"I remember by the end of the commercial, Clint was turning blue from soda. I mean, a side effect of that cola is blue skin in some people", Ziana scratched her chin in thought. "And Mr. Shane", she continue, "also works at Joja and he too drinks this cola a lot. Doesn't that mean he pours the soda into the chickens feed to turn their feathers blue?" Ziana finally spoke the question, waiting to see what her friends would say.

Bo snorted and wanted to open his mouth, reply that it was an absurd idea, but he immediately closed his mouth again and his eyes widened at the realization that this theory had a right to exist.

"No. Freaking. Way.", Bo said.

Bella and Julian followed Bo's example: the red-haired girl almost choked on the apple slice she was chewing, and Julian's face expressed the emotion of a man who had just realized that his life was a lie and shambles.

"Huh, it actually makes sense..."

"Don't." Julian replied to Bella, raising his hand in protest. His throat was sharply dry. "I refuse to believe it."

"But man, think about it!" Bo had completely forgotten about his anger over his recent bad fishing trip and was fully immersed in the discussion.

"Shane would never do that to his chickens!" Julian protested.

"But maybe..." Ziana began cautiously, but Julian interrupted her.

"It can't be", the yellow-haired young man replied a little softer to Ziana.

While Bo, Julian and Ziana argued for a minute about the chickens feather theory, Bella pulled back from her shock and said: "Why don't we ask Shane himself?"

The three wranglers looked at Bella, and then all four of them looked directly at the front door of the ranch where they had seen Shane today with Jas.

Bo smiled predatorily. "Time to terrorize people."

"Let's do it better tomorrow, after lunch. We'll rest today." Julian decided to leave the feather coloring debate for tomorrow, returning to the snacks and juice, and his friends decided to follow his example.

[valleyfthdolls]

After graduation rehearsal yesterday we had a senior picnic and we ate hamburgers and hot dogs grilled by our principals and played on the beach at the lake. Kids I didn’t know wanted to know me asked me for my Snapchat and I made one to give to them. I listened to Dreams by The Cranberries for a while and stuck my feet in the lake. While we were there I did what I always did ever since I was a kid and I tried to climb a tree. I couldn’t get quite high enough to get a good grip on the thick branches and just ended up scraping my wrists on the bark. I got up another tree a little later and I just kept staring at the scrapes on my wrists right there next to the self harm scars from years ago where even being alive at eighteen let alone cleared for graduation and feeling like I had a future was a fucking pipe dream I wasn’t going to set myself up for failure by hoping for and I genuinely thought of this meme because I don’t think I’ve ever felt it so genuinely before