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Can we get some maple heroes (aged up Evan or replaced with Freud) wedding hcs? If it's too much just Eunwol is fine! Love your work btw very soft very joy

heroes h/cs pt. 1 !

pairing(s): evan, aran, mercedes, phantom, luminous, eunwol x reader

post: 13

warnings: none

w/c: 1492

a/n: these are 2cute i have to do one for the knights later TvT hope u like !!

evan

— Pretty sure Mir was way more stressed about the planning and preparation than both of you, but, of course, he was super happy for his master and you, and excited that you would be a big part of his life as well

— Evan's parents passed down their wedding bands to y'all, and his mom altered your dress for a perfect fit

— The wedding was on the farm, where lots of family and Evan's friends from adventuring gathered on a cool spring afternoon. Wildflowers were aplenty and you had made a flower crown for yourself, and a flower necklace for Mir

— It's traditional for the groom to not see the bride until she walks down the aisle, but you and Evan took every step together getting ready. He zipped up the back of your dress and you did his tie

— Evan CRIED as you walked down the aisle, with the dorkiest smile you could imagine

— Evan's brother and best man, Utah, gave a loving speech for both the bride and groom during the reception, without any snarky remarks, for once. And then proceeded to get hammered on moonshine

aran

— The wedding took place in Rien, while gentle snow fell all around you. Aran's skin was used to the cold, but you had to wear her heavy cloak around your shoulders

— Aran's dress was a pristine white, with no shoulders and a slender column shape that flared slightly at her feet. Your's was a beautiful white A-line dress with cold shoulders

— The guest list was small, with simply the other heroes and residents of Rien

— Aran waited by the aisle, wide eyed when you were within sight. "You're beautiful," she whispered, when you got close. You walked each other down the aisle, arm in arm

— Ryko was by your side the entire time, and brought the rings to the altar. After the ceremony, you and Aran rode on the wolf's back to escape the noise and sight-see around the island

— Lillin was the maid of honor, who went back and forth getting you and Aran ready, and Maha was the best man, of course! Maha would have gotten grumpy otherwise

mercedes

— While Mercedes wasn't a particular fan of formal events, she worked with the elders to go all out. The florals were the main focus, with lavish arrangements decorating tables, walls, ledges, gates, chandeliers, and anything else that could hold greenery and flowers

— Invitations were sent across Victoria Island, Ossyria and the alliance, celebrating the wedding of the elf queen and her significant other

— Both of your dresses were simple, and you wore golden bands on your wrists and a crown of foliage. Mercedes's long blonde hair was loosely braided and tucked with greenery

— Mercedes hadn't discussed most of the details of the décor besides things like flower types and color schemes in order to surprise you, so your jaw quite literally dropped during the grand reveal of the celebration and how many people attended. Royal treatment was definitely something you could get used to

— The entire village participated in helping you and Mercedes get ready. The women helped dress you and fetch your accessories, and the men made sure everything was set up perfectly. Children flew in and out the door as you did your makeup, and some of the younger girls helped fix up your hair

— At the altar, Mercedes took your face in her hands and leaned her forehead against yours. When happy tears rolled down her cheeks, you couldn't help but laugh and cry yourself

— After mingling at the reception for a while, you and her snuck away to her room, where she played her harp for you. You admired the delicate swirls of the newly smithed golden elven band on your finger

— When you returned for the send-off, a pair of pegasuses (pegusi?) drew a beautiful carriage that took you deep into the forest, where you could admire nature and have a little waterfall-climbing adventure with your new wife

phantom

— The man lived for grand, extravagant affairs, so, of course the wedding was a sophisticated, expensive endeavor. Although, Phantom did haggle like a madman with every supplier

— He wanted the wedding to be your dream come true, so he encouraged you to make most of the design decisions. He handled all of the practical aspects and provided input when you asked

— Your dress was a classic ivory ball gown, and Phantom wore his usual uniform. "Darling, I'm constantly as classy as possible. It's who I am!"

— The girls filled the dressing room with compliments and coos, and you didn't have to lift a finger getting ready. Gaston walked you down the aisle, where Phantom awaited with the gentlest smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling in joy

— The wedding took place on the Lumiere, and you were married at the bow. The ceremony was reserved for the staff of the Lumiere and Phantom's closest friends and comrades, but the party afterwards was an event of the century. Phantom's staff was pretty much as excited as you, and took care of every little detail

— Ballroom dances, a hired orchestra, an expansive bar, gourmet food from all cultures of the world— everywhere you went, the reception was full of lively chats and the melody of laughter. You happily hung on the arm of your new husband for most of the night, proudly mingling and catching up with friends, before slipping away to the master bedroom for some quiet time

luminous

— Luminous was not a man of formal events and gatherings, and neither were you, so it was agreed that you would elope. The only attendees were Lania, Penny, and your family in front of a quiet lake in Ellinia

— Lania had made a few simple flower arrangements to set at the altar and on the tables, as well as your bouquet and Luminous's boutonniere

— Penny forgot to bring a gift, so she caught a fish from the lake and ended up eating it instead of giving it to you

— Lumi did want your appearance to be a surprise, but also wanted to talk before the ceremony, so you got ready in the same room, separated by sheer white fabric hanging across the center of the room. You both stood at either side of the fabric, seeing nothing but the silhouette of the other, and held your hands against the other's through the fabric

— Lumi was the first to depart, and Lania fetched you when it was time. She told you how beautiful you were, and how happy she was that Lumi chose you to be by his side for the rest of his life

— Lumi held you close by your elbows while at the altar, and his lips hovered an inch from your forehead at all times. Your cheek rested against his chest

— While the attendees ate at tables together, you laid out a blanket by the water and Lania brought you a picnic basket full of fruits, crackers and cheeses. You sipped on champagne, while Lumi opted for red wine

eunwol

— Planning the wedding wasn't a big deal for you or Eunwol— you were deeply in love, and just wanted to bond yourselves as closely as possible. You both agreed that it shouldn't be a huge thing, and more casual than anything

— The ceremony took place in Fox Valley, where Eunwol felt most at home, under the largest tree with limbs full of deep rusty leaves

— Your family, the heroes, Moonbeam, and a few other members of the Fox Point village attended, Moonbean and the Pointy-Ear Foxes created luscious flower arrangements made of wildflowers they picked fresh

— Aran was the best man! And Phantom was your maid of honor, which was a title he wore proudly

— Eunwol, as sensitive as he was, started crying as soon as you pulled your dress up your form. "My dress isn't even zipped," you said, laughing, but that didn't matter to Eunwol. He was just so happy to finally commemorate the promises you had made to stay at each other's side for the rest of your lives

— Both Eunwol's long hair and leaves the color of autumn gently swayed with the breeze, and a small smile graced his lips as you approached the aisle. It almost felt as if nobody else was watching as you fell into his arms, and recited vows to each other. Eunwol's voice shook as he fought back happy tears during the ceremony

— As everybody made their way back to the village for the reception, you and Eunwol lingered under the tree, resting your backs against the trunk. While Eunwol leaned his cheek against your head, you fiddled with the new silver ring adorning your fourth finger

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Easter

Currently thinking of Henriksen setting his task force to searching local news and police reports, trying to find a sign of the Winchester brothers’ Easter celebration. Because yesterday was Good Friday, and wherever the Winchesters are they’ll be staying through Sunday.

“I think I got something, sir!” Rookie’s voice is excited, hopeful. “Report of a large wooden cross found along the Green River, out in the middle of nowhere near a town called… Jensen, Utah.”

“So what makes you think this is them, rookie?”

“Fits with the sickos’ affinity for holidays. And the sheriff’s report indicates a large amount of blood found on and around the cross.”

“Human?”

“Yup.”

“Wheels up, team. I think the rookie may have found something.”

The sun is setting when the team lands, but the sheriff is waiting and the scene is less than an hour away. Floodlights cast an unnatural brightness on the landscape, dark shadows looming in stark contrast. There’s not much to see. A cross, tall and planted firmly in the earth on a small hill overlooking the river, stained dark where some unfortunate was nailed to it, arms splayed. The dirt below is black with blood. There’s a familiar sinking feeling in Henriksen’s stomach; not enough time to find the Winchesters unless they’ve gotten very stupid.

“No bodies found?” He has to ask.

“Nope.” The sheriff shakes his head. “Amount of blood says someone got dead, but the killer took the body. What’d they want with it anyhow?”

“You don’t want to know,” Henriksen says, then walks back to his team. They’re already setting up a search.

There’s no clear trail to follow, so the agents and local deputies split up into pairs, spread out in a grid, swing flashlights in long arcs over the river and rocky hills. Stars spill across the sky, and the moon hangs low and bright, just past full.

They call off the search just after midnight; everyone exhausted and stumbling in the dark. “Meet back here at dawn,” Henriksen orders. “We’ll start searching again once there’s light.”

*

“I think the victim is Aaron Weiss. Went missing in Denver late Thursday,” the rookie says, handing over bad coffee and a glazed donut.

“So? People go missing all the time, rookie. Why is this one our vic?”

“His wallet and wedding ring were found stuffed into plastic eggs in a pet store. Rabbit cage. Sounds kinda like Dean?”

Henriksen turns away before the rookie can see him smile.

*

The sun climbs into the sky as Henriksen and his team pick up the search, looking for anything. Signs of a struggle, drag marks, footprints, tire tracks. They find nothing.

At noon, a pair of deputies assigned to the southeast quadrant fails to check in. Henriksen swears, orders everyone to the area.

“They’re good men, they can handle a coupla whackos,” the sheriff mutters, and Henriksen doesn’t bother telling him his men are dead already. He’ll see soon enough.

*

The missing deputies are found near an open and unmarked grave, eyes frozen terror-wide in death and throats more ripped out than cut. The sheriff falls to his knees in the dirt, staring at his men.

Henriksen is more interested in the grave.

There’s a body there, male, holes in the hands and feet and a gaping wound from something big in its side. It’s pinned to the plain wooden box by a metal stake, straight through the heart, and its face is smeared with gore. It’s lying on pink plastic grass, like a demented Easter basket.

They don’t stay long after that, stick around for the autopsy and condolences to the dead deputies’ families.

“So why the stake?” the rookie asks once they’re on their plane, headed back home.

“What?”

“Report says it’s postmortem. Everything else was antemortem and reenacted the crucifiction, but the stake doesn’t fit either of those.”

“Neither does the Easter grass, or smearing the corpse with the deputies’ blood.  The reenactment was Sam, the rest? Just Dean brotherfucking Winchester’s idea of fun.”

“But…”

“There’s no explaining the Winchesters, Matt.” Henriksen sighs, leans back in his seat.  “You did good out there,” he says, crossing his arms. “Now try to get some sleep.”

-

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[evdarcy]

An Unusual Hero C12S1

Please remember, this is unedited and unfinished, but will hopefully fill in the holes that were left and answer some questions without leaving too many others. HOWEVER I will answer all and any questions if you want to leave me a comment.

Next update - Tuesday 13/07/2021

Luc stared at the paper, a massive smile spreading over his face. The knot in his chest loosened as he read the headline over and over again.

Casey McManaman and Reporter Found Alive!

Casey had been found late Friday afternoon and aside from a little dehydration he was fine. His friend wasn’t dead, and if Luc knew him, after two days of recovery he was probably enjoying the attention he was getting from the nurses right about now. God help them all.

But Sarah hadn’t killed him. She wasn’t responsible for one of his friends dying…

Instead, she was responsible for the deaths of eighteen other people in the Meet and Greet room and a few more throughout the building, including Frank, Marc’s bodyguard. Luc had been stunned to read that. Frank had always seemed so invincible, built like stone; unmoving and virtually indestructible. He wondered what Marc would do now? Frank had been at his side for years.

Tanya’s name jumped out at him next, Casey’s bodyguard. He wondered if it was because of her that Casey was alive? Had she pushed him out of the way of falling masonry?

He shook his head and turned over the page. He didn’t want to dwell on the specifics. Frank and Tanya, two people well liked and highly respected were gone, and he was partly responsible.

He could try and pin all the blame on Sarah, but he could have stopped her. Okay, so he hadn’t actually known what she was doing in the trunk of the car, but he’d just taken what she’d given him and ran for it. He hadn’t asked, hadn’t questioned her… And he still didn’t.

He’d let her burn down a cabin in the middle of a forest without telling her how bad an idea it was. While it would have been worse in the height of summer, it had taken two days to get the blaze under control and the diversion it caused was the reason it had taken them so long to get to Utah and finally speak to the British Prime Minister.

He turned the page and decided that things were going to have to change. He needed to start speaking up. She wasn’t in her own country, she didn’t understand how things worked here; the people, the land, they were all so different to the UK, and if he didn’t start helping her, they were going to get caught by someone pretty soon.

He rubbed his hand over his forehead, pushing his cap up slightly. He grabbed at it quickly and pulled it down again, back over his eyes as he turned another page.

And that was another prime example of him just doing what he’d been told. She’d insisted he wear a cap and to not take it off, no matter what. He hadn’t spoken up, hadn’t told her that it was a bad idea, that he’d done a promotion last year for Cap-Locked Caps and every single image of him for the campaign had only focused on his eyes up. It didn’t matter that the beard was gone, that his hair was shorter and back to his natural golden-brown—he had to thank the Heavens he hadn’t started to go grey yet!—if anyone caught his eye, they were going to instantly recognise him.

He glanced around the room, his eyes darting nervously from one table to the next. The place was full, overflowing with people looking for seats and still more queueing for drinks. He saw one couple sighing heavily as they looked at the singles occupying tables. The man gave him a glare from the side of his eyes before turning his annoyance on a young mother, but the woman at his side… her eyes lingered on him.

Luc shifted in his seat, turning his attention back to the paper. He reached up to tug the brim of his cap lower and tried to surreptitiously glance back at the woman to see if she was still staring.

She was.

Except now her face had changed from annoyed to puzzled. Had she recognised him? Shit. What if she had? Would she cause a scene? Start screaming at him?

He looked about him again. He was in the middle of the room, too far from either exit not to be tackled by someone. Shit, he’d fucked up big time. Sarah had told him to remain close to an exit, but he hadn’t listened. Dammit.

He pulled his upper lip between his teeth as he tried to decide what to do. Behind the woman he saw a door open and a guy pop out, the sign for the men’s room caught his eye. Brilliant. Perhaps if he gave up his table, she’d forget all about him?

He folded up his paper and pushed it to one side along with his coffee cup. Pulling down his cap and dropping his gaze to the floor, he stood up and walked the long way to the men’s room.

He stared at himself in the mirror over the sink. His skin was pale and his eyes were decorated by dark circles; his stylist would probably have a heart attack if he spotted the star like this. He ran the cold water and splashed it over his face, trying to calm his nerves and kick start his mind.

Sarah. He’d message Sarah and she’d tell him what to do. His hands shook as he took the old phone from his pocket. He kept it simple and to the point.

Think I’ve been spotted!!

He waited for a response… and waited. When none was forthcoming he took a breath and stepped back into the coffee house again. It was worse than before, people were looking inside the windows and turning away seeing how crowded it was.

The couple he’d watched earlier now sat at his table, sipping their cups and talking idly. The woman fingered his discarded paper but didn’t look his way.

With utter relief flooding him, he sent Sarah another message, telling her it was a false alarm.

He casually strolled towards the counter again, perhaps he could get one to go and just walk the town? Keep his head low and avoid eye-contact altogether. It sounded good in his head and was just about to join the line when a glossy magazine in the racks on the wall caught his attention.

That wasn’t—

It couldn’t be…

He reached up and lifted the magazine from the rack and stared, disbelievingly at his wife’s face.

What the fuck was Linda doing on a magazine?

Her face filled the front page; her deep brown eyes cast slightly downward, her plump lips pouting sadly. It was Hollywood sadness at its finest and Luc saw through it immediately.

The rest of the world wouldn’t.

He flicked through the thick pages until he found the interview the front covered boasted. She was heartbroken. Destroyed. Missing part of herself.

Five million dollars reward…

Five million? Fucking five million? That bitch. He had at the least ten times that sat in his bank account and she was offering five! Hell, Sarah was picking up half of that right now.

He snapped the magazine shut and thrust it back into the rack.

That was it, he was never doing an interview with Cosmopolitan again!

‘Hey, if you’re not going to buy it, treat it with a little respect,’ a woman said next to him. He glanced in her direction, ready to tell her where to go when the couple who’d taken his table caught his eye again. The woman was staring and pointing her finger towards him. She dropped her hand to the table quickly as she caught his gaze and stopped saying whatever it was to her partner. The man turned in his seat and stared at him too.

‘Sorry, ma’am,’ he muttered instead, turning on his heel.

Five million dollars. Was that all he was worth? He’d provided her with so much and got so little in return and without him she was nothing.

Or was she?

Cosmopolitan was probably just the beginning. He’d been on the run for only a week and she was already being snapped up for interviews and photo-shoots. She probably had the pick of the lot of them right now, all of them clamouring to get to her. This would probably go on for months, maybe years if he didn’t come home. For the first time in their Hollywood lives she didn’t need him. There was no way she wanted people to actually find him—or at least not so soon. And anything more than what she’d offered and vigilante groups would probably form.

She hadn’t thought of the fans though. Hell, if he logged into his Twitter account and sent the right message he’d have them all ripping her to shreds… until she stood in the spotlight to tell them the “truth” while he had to stay in hiding.

Luc shook his head—he hated Linda with all his soul—as he pulled the phone back out and fired off another message to Sarah to say he’d left the shop, but just as he was about to put it back in his pocket, his wedding ring caught his eye.

Kidnapped, eh? He’d fucking show her.

Any questions, please drop them in the comments. Next update on Tuesday!

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Nurse Ratched - Wikipedia https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nurse_Ratched I have told marriage jokes since at least high school. I told one at Especially for Youth and gorgeous BYU coeds can't this close to throttling me. 😂 I would say "marriage? That's a fine institution but I'm not THAT crazy." Yeah, now am the Mormon women turned into nurse Ratchet when i said, i don't wanna Mormon anymore. It's just not right. Remember the nurse in Ferris Beuhlers Day Off? I heard you're feeling down with no pluck, and I'm the nurse that likes to...😂 so now I'm getting food poisoning etc a lot and I'm always sick. You know, I wish I knew how to fake, i dunno. I never really tried being fake with women. People said to be myself. So i was.. Then they said, no, not THAT real. this is Utah, you can't say THAT! What? Pardon me? Are you ovulating? That's not that bad. At least i asked. It's not like i just up and checked. I had zero clue of the history and current environment. Here’s a song for you… Inside Voice by Jim Gaffigan https://open.spotify.com/track/0dLToU3ZekQodcUX8PCQzS?si=0p2iozbNRgi_YBtz1TYogA&utm_source=native-share-menu One time a Mormon gal at college said to my wedding rings are the world's smallest handcuffs joke that "hey boy, those come in handy on the honeymoon!"and the men dragged her off. I'm all, ok, if this is a single man's buffet, check please! The most normal thing I've ever heard and it's unacceptable? Yeah, and they baptized Ted Bundy and Hitler. Ok, you're making satanism look normal. 😂 I might walk around with a pitchfork and a xeroxed copy of the Necrmonicon and messing up the "klatu verata nicto" on purpose so people leave me alone when they annoy me. 🤭 (at North Ogden, Utah) https://www.instagram.com/p/CLOEkKABjYn/?igshid=1xg71afwflblj

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twenty eight

the lodger

circa 2010

apparently this is the only episode in season 5 that is actually set in the year it came out??? like the other present day eps r slightly in the past or in the future

weird i love this show

in watching some of these eps for the first time i really enjoy seeing the doc do shit that i’ve had them do in fanfic and then clearly it was done on the show but i didn’t know that bc i haven’t actaully seen all of it? idk it makes me feel very much on the right wavelength even though making the doc build a sciency contraption out of household objects in their bedroom is not that hard of thing to guess the doc would do

the doc trying to be human is always a+ content

can we please use that telepathic trick again where he just knocks his head into craig’s bc that is top tier and i like to think that whenever the doc gets impatient they could just have that in their back pocket

i’m sorry the doc doesn’t have another name for the football team but introduces himself as captain troy handsome to the ship without hesitation 

night terrors

circa 2011

doctor who making ordinary shit creepy since 5ever

the episode was Good like i feel like there are a lot of takes on Nightmares and fear in this show but this actually felt really refreshing and interesting and not all rehashed

closing time

circa 2011

i completely forgot about this episode and how much of a delight it is

leave it to doctor who to do an episode that’s basically two men and a baby and a cyberman

there are too many good moments craig and 11 r underrated and i probably ignored them in high school bc i was too distracted by when we were going to see river next

speaking of which

river in academic robes is uhhh doing things to me

the wedding of river song

circa 2011

‘what happened to time’ ‘a woman’ HOW DID THEY GET AWAY WITH THIS STUFF

a wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff episode

river’s you are loved and by none more than me speech :’)

L E T  R I V E R  M E E T  H E R  W I F E

i genuinely can’t remember what happened to the silence arc...is this the last of it?

dalek

circa 2012

excited to go back to 2005′s version of 2012

why r we in utah again

the scene with 9 and the dalek is SO good like the reveal in the dark immediately into 9′s absolute viciousness and hatred and taunting and the no holds barred violence just holy shit eccleston 

god ROSE just ROSE

they did such a great job making the dalek truly terrifying

no offensive to classic who but daleks and cybermen r just not actually that scary by themselves they absolutely have to connect them to what they stand for

you would make a good dalek oof

i forgot how unbelievable this ep is def one of my favorite season 1 stories 

fear her

circa 2012

time to go back to 2007′s version of 2012

creepy kids has been a theme today

actually this plot is very similar to night terrors like a stray child of the universe who doesn’t want to be alone 

so many little rose/doc moments? her telling him to not eat the olives or whatever in the kitchen?? she points and he holds her hand in the tardis???

any actually canon relationship with the doc is an entire hour long sub-section in my Let 13 Kiss a Girl powerpoint

that ending is such cheese with the doc lighting the olympic flame and only this stupid show could make me still feel something with that because it’s so brazen and so doctor who

‘they won’t ever split us up’ my GOD rose u can’t just say that

the bells of st john

circa 2013

damn time is flying it seems i was just finishing up with 10′s present day which is Old nuwho to me and now i’m already onto clara’s present day which is Recent nuwho to me

i dunno why but clara genuinely not knowing about wifi is hilarious to me

okay when did clara’s theme start making me emotional?? 

‘you can always skip ahead to breakfast’ may officially be one of my fav 11 lines for personal reasons

so i totally see why clara immediately had a crush 

other than her first almost dying 90% of what they’re doing is like first date shit like drinking tea and talking to each other under the stars and zooming around london on a motorbike and getting breakfast together

wait when did the tardis interior change??? wut??? did i completely miss that???

rings of akhaten

circa 2013 (maybe???)

i love clara

i love everyone in this bar but i’m about to be on the clara train

WOW another line that i basically wrote in a fanfic not knowing it’d been on the show when the doctor is talking about how the elements were built in stars and then flung out across the universe i mean again not a stretch for the doc to say that but still

storiessss again i love one (1) thematically consistent show

just goddammit smith another killer speech and this time he’s just so tired

it does kinda bother me that if the god was the planet and they extinguished the planet then they just kinda gravitationally fucked up the entire system GUESS WHAT GRAVITATIONAL MASS WERE THOSE RINGS ORBITING U FOOL

whatever this is doctor the moon is an egg who

so much progress, and tomorrow i’ll have day of the doctor coming up!!

[la-manada-de-muerte]

Let's get Hitched

@coffee-randomness you are a bad influence! Inspiring me to procrastinate on writing something for @speedypan Alternate Title: The complexity of Marriage Tagging: @melyaliz @cuddles-for-cassie and maybe @the-shadow-of-atlantis ~ "We should wed" Adi declared giving Bart and Jaime a warm look. They had been dating for three years and friends for at least seven years. She loved them both dearly even with how rocky the beginning of dating had been. "We can't though, Adi. Marrying multiple people is illegal." Jaime told her quietly. Adi's expression turned confused at this and she glanced at Bart with a questioning look silently asking if it was the same in the future he had come from. "There were no marriages at all really. Marriage was seen as inconvenient with death happening often so being loyal to only one person forever even after death was not something The Reach really endorsed as it would limit the population." Bart explained with a shrug. Adi looked upset before declaring "well then i shall never marry. I shall never sully our relationship by marrying only one of you as you both are equally important to me. It will be all or none" Both boys could understand and agree, though Bart still started sharing ideas for ways they all could marry if they really wanted to. "Each pair could pick a country and marry there. Like if Jaime married you in the USA, i married you in Denmark, and Jaime married me in China or something" "Don't countries share marriage certificates?"Jaime asked and Adi shrugged looking bewildered. "Oh! What about goung to Utah or wherever. There are a bunch of Mormons or something that have multiple marriages?" Bart suggested. "I think you would have to convert and i don't think any of those marriages have multiple guys in them."Jaime said shooting down the idea. Bart looked like he was running out of ideas before offering one last suggestion. "if we don't care about the government sanctioned idea of commitment; we could always just change our surnames to all match, buy rings, hold a ceremony with a reception, and be done with it. Hell we wouldn't even really need a wedding, traditional or otherwise, just tell our friends we are spouses now after the surname change with rings and they'd probably be thrilled" Bart explained with another shrug. He only noticed Jaime's thoughtful look and Adi's bright expression after he finished speaking. Jaime was thinking the idea over as it was the one that had the most promise, even if his family would be a little disappointed if there was no wedding. Adi loved the idea with all her being. She could marry both of the men she loved, take both of their names while dropping hers, invite her friends to celebrate, and the government's thoughts on it mattered not a jot to her; she wasn't even sure if they counted both Bart and her as existing. "Oh joyous! Bart, you are a genius!" Adi told him before embracing him to give him a kiss after she twirled them three times. When she pulled back they shared a silly grin with blushing faces. They glanced at Jaime who was looking amused at them. "It is a good idea. Whose name do we take though?" Jaime asked and Adi gave him a look with a raised eyebrow. She had thought he was on the same page as her. "Both of yours, obviously. My current one is too much of a hassle and has to much hurt in the past for me." Adi looked a bit deflated by that. "We should discuss which is being first though. I personally think Reyes-Allen sounds better coming off the tongue" Adi said as she pulled Jaime close to her and Bart by the collar of his shirt. She giggled slightly at his expression and the sound he made as he hadn't expected her to do that. She gave Jaime a sweet kiss as an apology and grinned when Bart started trying to argue that Allen-Reyes would sound way better. Jaime rolled his eyes but started disagreeing just to mess with him. Adi was holding them both in her arms as she absent-mindedly began floating with how happy she felt. She loved these two more than her own life and was very happy that she could have both of them like this. She would have always been happy with them even if she was only dating one or only friends with both but this way felt like a miracle that she would thank the universe for blessing her with.

[god-sent-gender-bent]

SO I FOUND A LIST OF WHAT EACH STATE BUYS THE MOST OF AND I REALLY WANT SOMEONE TO DRAW CHARACTERS REPRESENTING EACH STATE

ALABAMA: adult diapers / Curry 2 Low / Paula Deen Air Fryer / CPAP mask / roller skates ALASKA: Connect Four / ugly Christmas sweater / drone / webcam / M-16 rifle ARIZONA: milk frother / marijuana seeds for sale / money belt / beret hat / Kangol hat / Juicy Couture tracksuit ARKANSAS: tablet computer / night vision goggles / tattoo sleeves / Paula Deen furniture / tutu / costume jewelry CALIFORNIA: Little Tikes Easy Score Basketball Set / Baywatch swimsuit / avocado slicer / Roach Motel / Pomade / Stadium Buddy / Onion Goggles / Guy Fieri knives / Bob Marley poster / Bacon Soap / baby on board sticker / baby on board sign / wallet chain / purple leather jacket / Armani jeans / Louis Vuitton money clip / bulk glitter / raccoon trap / Pikachu dog costume COLORADO: Handerpants / Trump toilet paper / Borat mankini / swim briefs / tube socks CONNECTICUT: insect trap / Ivanka Trump jewelry / pet rock / Pilates Pro Chair DELAWARE: Genealogical DNA test / umbrella / Crocs DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA: shutter shades / bowling shirt FLORIDA: boyfriend arm pillow / Guy Fieri cookware / rollerblades Walmart / car bra / 9mm suppressor / men’s cargo shorts / paintball sniper rifle GEORGIA: plaid pants / zombie apocalypse survival kit / Ed Hardy shirt / camo wedding dress HAWAII: GoPro Hero / Flowbee / speargun / aloha shirt / fanny pack / Spam / Louis Vuitton bag IDAHO: Shamwow / NERF Blaster / Fez / metal detector / glass pipe / smoked turkey / trucker hat / surfboard ILLINOIS: electric wine bottle opener / giant wine glass / gun silencer / patterned tights / Solo cups / floating beer pong table / Golden Girls mug INDIANA: shark costume / Tiddy Bear / Eggstractor / blow-up doll / cloche hat IOWA: temporary tattoo / lava lamp KANSAS: plus size lingerie wholesale KENTUCKY: adult big wheel / Confederate flag shirt / syringes / air mattress / ferrets for sale / Starter jacket 90s / comics LOUISIANA: microwave oven / Uroclub / Flex Seal / rat poison / big wheel / Fundies / portable diesel generator / hair extensions / crawfish pot MAINE: chicken coop / marijuana seeds / canoe / cat food / Mason jar / snowmobile MARYLAND: Comfort Wipe / Bacon Soda / cargo pants / cargo pants for women MASSACHUSETTS: Potty Putter / Samurai Umbrella / velour tracksuit MICHIGAN: car emergency kit / no-tie shoelaces / hunting clothes / beer pong table / Prince memorabilia / white truffle / white truffle oil MINNESOTA: mustache wax / iCare vape / parachute pants / hunting pack / electric surfboard MISSISSIPPI: mink coat / Apple Watch / Shake Weight / hoverboard / Bible / Uggs / Uggs for men / spy camera / overall / bell-bottoms / leg warmers / deer feeder / coffin / caskets MISSOURI: gun rack / garden gnome / potato gun MONTANA: M16 rifle / mudflaps / nunchucks / composting toilet / slingshot / bear trap / Beano / Birkenstocks / leather jacket / sewing machine NEBRASKA: UNO / fireworks / scented candles / personal massager / jorts / adjustable dumbbell set NEVADA: wine fridge / electric skateboard / Tao Te Ching / ugly holiday sweater / magic tricks / leisure suit NEW HAMPSHIRE: immersion blender / Ivanka Trump shoes / Edible Arrangement / rowing machine / dog coat / cargo shorts NEW JERSEY: Amazon Echo / Starter jacket / Gucci fanny pack / Prada perfume NEW MEXICO: PlayStation VR / digital camera / Bluetooth headphones / instant camera / jackalope / Baseboard Buddy / Chia Pet / dreamcatcher / brass knuckles / prayer flag / food dehydrator / cowboy hat / cosmetics / snow cone machine NEW YORK: fur clothing / Wearable Towel / Showtime Rotisserie / coyote urine / Payless boots that look like Uggs / tracksuit / women’s tracksuits / plaid golf pants / snakeskin shoes / platform sneakers / hemp necklace / hemp bracelet / men’s capri pants / Prada heels / mini wine bottles bulk NORTH CAROLINA: padded underwear / pet snakes / THC vape juice / laser tag set / dog Halloween costume NORTH DAKOTA: noise-cancelling headphones / George Foreman Grill / Total Gym / nickname / Jet Ski / Wii / capri pants / cat costume OHIO: Donald Trump tie / beard trimmer / nose hair trimmer / zombie garden gnome / Kate Spade fitness tracker / indoor putting green / denim vest / camo lingerie OKLAHOMA: sidewalk chalk / Kevin Durant jersey / ExtenZe / gas mask bong / throwing knives / Neodymium magnet toys / smoked ham / zombie survival kit / participation trophy / dog life jacket / 50 cal sniper rifle OREGON: homebrew supplies / clip-on ties / anti-snore pillow / hunting apparel PENNSYLVANIA: Amazon Fire Stick with Alexa / trigger lock / head massager / soap on a rope / mesh shirt / pinky rings / camo stethoscope RHODE ISLAND: rat trap / Speedos / bodysuit SOUTH CAROLINA: Amazon Fire TV / samurai sword / adult Underoos SOUTH DAKOTA: Exploding Kittens / Play-Doh / Cards Against Humanity / Catan / kegerator / slow cooker / Spanx / Ivanka Trump clothes / catheter / Lite-Brite / catapult / tube top / rod holders TENNESSEE: colostomy bags / adult coloring book / Dapper Dan Pomade / crack pipe / toupee / two-way radio / women’s overalls / bulk dog food / gator meat / Gucci mink coat TEXAS: Confederate flag bumper sticker / Igloo mini fridge / Hillary toilet paper / urinary catheter / truck gun rack / motorized kayak (the Rascal of kayaks) / cowboy hat rack / boot-cut jeans / five-toe shoes / 90s overalls / Daisy Duke shorts / leather cuffs / concealed carry corset / Nazi memorabilia / casket sprays / waterless urinal UTAH: Legos / mermaid tails / unicycle / Tanakh / Nintendo 3DS / belt buckle VERMONT: Selfie stick / Battleship / Slim Jim / Quran / Magic 8-Ball VIRGINIA: Thighmaster/ Bacon of the Month / hip flask / choose your own adventure books / puka shell necklace / bulk supplements / legal steroid / pet clothes WASHINGTON: temporary tattoo paper / emergency kit / emergency rations / earthquake kit / Canadian tuxedo / squid jig / crab pot / clam gun / shrimp pot WEST VIRGINIA: PlayStation 4 / Slip ‘N Slide / laptop / tablet computer / rebel flag / Flags of the Confederate States of America / mini fridge / Red Copper Square Pan / duct tape / Confederate flag bikini / futon / bong / handgun / shotgun / electronic cigarette / lingerie / plus size lingerie / Etch A Sketch / FitBit / moonshine still / Beanie Babies / bikini / pogo stick / Xbox One / NES Classic Edition / concealed carry purse / vape juice / creatine / anabolic steroid / butter churn WISCONSIN: truck nuts / Bacon Salt / Stihl chainsaw parts / The Sopranos Season 6 / Big Mouth Billy Bass / healing crystals WYOMING: Kindle Fire / Rubik’s Cube / ammunition / bulk ammo / P90X / Snuggie / Proactive / Bowflex / first aid kit / grenade / Fabletics (Kate Hudson’s workout clothing brand) / gas mask / gun safe / Turducken / Rumba / inline skates / bolo tie / long underwear / dog food / bagpipes / fishing pole / paintball / AK-47 / Colt AR-15 / bulletproof vest / body armor

[notgonnarememberthis]

A Better Tomorrow- Chapter 5

It’s back! A huge thanks to Riley and Em for finally getting my ass in gear and ready to update. Within the next few days I hope to also upload that Wedding Fic as well. (Spoiler alert not a Philinda wedding but guess who’s gonna be the main ship anyways cause I do what I want?) Any who I hope you guys enjoy the chapter. Please leave a comment about our newly arrived characters or what you thought about the chapter in general!

Melinda hears a soft stirring in the backseat indicating Daisy’s awake. Good, the girl deserved a few hours of sleep after all she’s been through.

“Where are we?” She moans groggily stretching her stiff limbs across the backseat of the truck. The girl had slept much longer than expected. For nearly twenty si hours she’s been on the road. That doesn’t even count the moments where she’d taken a break to get two hours of sleep, taking a few hours to scavenge for food and medicine… The basics essentially.

“Utah, Salt Lake City to be exact.” Melinda answers calmly.

“What?” Daisy’s jaw drops. “I slept from Nebraska to Utah? No wonder I feel like the dead.” She groans reaching for her bag. “Bad news, we’re running low on water.” In the mirror she can see Daisy finish off the canteen.

“That’s why I’m going through a big city. We’re going to search for supplies and then hit the road again. We need to suck more gas from dormant cars. I probably only have another hour of gas.”

“That’s fair.” Daisy says pulling something from her bag and crawling into the front seat. The sight of the stack of comics lying in her lap causes her stomach to churn. Steve Rogers’s eyes stare up at her accusingly. “Figured I’d need some reading material after sleeping for that long.” Her mind begins to reel with memories where she’d lie in Phil’s lap as he ranted for hours about how Hydra-Cap was the biggest mistake Marvel had ever made. “Whoa, you okay? You went green for a second there.” Daisy’s looking at her alarmed and she’s not sure she can lie her way out of this one.

“Those were Phil’s.” Melinda frowns. “He must’ve left them at Mack’s the last time we saw him.” She swallows the truth like a bitter drink. It burns her chest but it’s a little liberating at the same time.

“Shit.” The younger girl moves to roll down the window quickly. She’s moving to throw each of them out the window when Melinda catches her wrist.

“Don’t.” Melinda sighs. “It’s one of few things I have left of him.”

“Few?” Melinda fingers the pin on her jacket. It was rusted from years of misuse, Phil had given it to her when Bobbi died. She’d found herself in late nights where she’d felt like drowning clinging to the pin until her body finally succumbed to sleep. “This and an old trading card he carried everywhere with him. He’d had it signed and everything.” Melinda laughs lightly.

“You’re kidding.”

“Not even a little. He dragged me to a fan convention in San Diego where he made me dress up like Peggy Carter, of course he was Captain America. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him smile as widely when he signed it.” Melinda’s smile fades as she pulls up to an exit. Of course the highway was bumper to bumper packed with cars. It only figures. She sighs pulling off at the exit where there was enough room for her to maneuver between the cars. “It’d be easier if I had my bike.”

“You rode a motorcycle?” Daisy looks over at her wide eyed and amazed. “I know I shouldn’t be surprised by that but I’ve never even seen one.”

“You’re kidding me right?” Melinda scoffs.

She just shrugs with a frown, “You don’t see much when you live underground for a good portion of your life.” She opens her mouth to offer an apology when a man appears in front of her vision. He’s waving at her, clutching his bleeding abdomen. “Slow down! He’s hurt!” The man stumbles in front of the car and Melinda hits the gas. “No!” Sure enough as she speeds up the man drops his rouse, pulling a gun from his jacket. The sound of glass piercing breaks her ears cutting through the space between the two of them.

More men jump from behind trailers and other hiding places attacking the car. Daisy lets out a screech as they shatter her window with a baseball bat. Melinda is just about to clear the area when she hears another shout from Daisy. She spies the oncoming train much too late. The front catches the backend of the car spinning them around violently. The car collides with the metal door of a garage and all Melinda can hear is her thoughts.

Oh god not again.

The car finally jerks to a stop before it hits solid wall. Her spine aches but she’s very much alive. Daisy is shaking violently in the passenger seat. She unfastens herself quickly and does the same for the girl next to her. It’s moments like these where she realizes how small she actually is.

“Are you hurt?” Melinda demands. All the poor girl can do is fervently shake her head. They’d set up a silent definition of hurt by now. She may be sore but she can run. That’s good. Melinda sets a pistol in her shaking fingers.

“Wha- I don’t know how to use a gun!”

“Good a time as ever to learn.”

Just as they move to open the doors a man seizes Daisy by the waist yanking her out of the car. She kicks and hollers but it’s no use. He has a good grip on her. Melinda poises her gun when another man grabs her by the hair pulling her out the other side. He forces her to move, having the advantage of momentum over her. He smashes her head through a window causing a groan of pain to pass her lips. He tries to throw her out but she drops suddenly using his own body weight against him to toss him over her shoulder and out the window.

She turns back to Daisy just in time to see her go down by the much larger man slapping her in the face. She’s seeing red as she charges the man. She leaps onto his back snapping his neck with horrific ease. She tries not to show her satisfaction as he drops limply to the ground. She can’t help the extra kick to the head she delivers when she spies a long cut across Daisy’s cheek from the man’s ring.

“Run.” She growls. Daisy kicks her feet up from underneath her rushing into the next room. The cracks on the floor give away to a flooded section beneath the floor. Must’ve been a pipe busted. Right past that there’s a ledge just high enough that the two of them can escape with assistance from the other but they need to make it fast. Melinda links her fingers together throwing Daisy upwards. She catches the ledge and pulls herself to safety. She lays down exactly as Melinda taught her in order to help her up without accidentally pulling herself over the edge.

Melinda runs and jumps, her fingers just barely brush Daisy’s when a man catches her by the jacket, throwing her into the pool of water. She surfaces sucking in a deep breath of air before the man has her by the throat pushing her back under. Her movements are slower underneath the water. Sure enough by her luck the man has knocked her pistol out of her grip. Her fingers stretch for the metal but it’s too far and she’s losing oxygen quick. Her mind begins to spin when he drives his knee into her stomach, forcing what was left of her air rushing from her lungs. He flips her over pinning both of her hands behind her back. In a last ditch effort Melinda throws her leg back to catch the soft spot of the calf in an attempt to knock him off balance.

However, with a muffled bang the weight is gone. Melinda surfaces breathing in heavily. She sputters for a second coughing up the water she had swallowed during the struggle. Her vision is spotty but she spies Daisy, her fingers shaking and eyes wide as she holds the gun as far away from her as she can.

“I killed him.” She whimpers shocked at herself.

“You had to.” Melinda said hoarsely.

“I’m going to be sick.” She leans over a column in the middle of the room clutching her stomach. She’s limping a bit. Likely sprained her ankle jumping from the ledge to save her. God she’s only a kid...

“He was going to kill me if you didn’t.” Melinda reasons. She looks around, the room now eerily silent. “Let’s go before more of them come along.”  Daisy only nods numbingly. The two hoist each other up onto the railing being careful when crossing to the next building.

Another body collides with Melinda’s as she pulls herself through the window. This one is smaller, much weaker than the other men attacking her.

“Hey!” Daisy shouts pointing a gun at her attacker.

“Don’t move!” Another voice shouts back.

Melinda is able to make out her surroundings now. They’re in a small apartment building. The man who’d managed to push her against the wall is hardly a man at all. In fact, he hardly looks older than Daisy. His light brown hair is curly and rests on the top of her head, light green eyes sparkling with the adrenaline of self defense. Behind him is a girl who looks to be his age. Her short brown hair is tied back away from her face, her own pistol pointed at Daisy.

“Fitz…” She whispers. “They’re not hunters.”

Fitz’s eyes land on Daisy and he lets go of May with a murmured apology. “Those freaks have been looting houses all week. I thought they’d finally found us.”

“My god you’re soaked!” The girl exclaims. Both have foreign accents, likely exchange students who’d been completely unaware of the outbreak. Some nations kept their citizens in veiled curtains not knowing what was happening in the rest of the world before it was too late.

“Yeah. We just had a run in with those freaks.” Daisy growls.

“Fitz go get her some dry clothes.” She orders before rushing over to check on Daisy.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She asks snatching herself away.

“I’m a doctor.” She explains. “You’re favoring your right side and you winced when you crawled through the window. Sprained ankle?”

“Likely.”

“Oh my you both need to be checked.” The girl sighs. Once the boy, Fitz, comes back they’re settled as the girl checks the both of them. For some odd reason Melinda gets the sensation that she can trust the duo.

“I’m Daisy, this is Melinda but she prefers May.” Her partner smiles. “Thank you for helping us.”

“You’re like us. We had to.” Fitz explains.

“Like you?”

“Hydra doesn’t exactly favor the young that can’t defend themselves. You can’t be Hydra if you’re a teenager.” He explains.

“Makes sense.” Daisy grumbles as the girl ties a makeshift splint to her ankle.

“Oh how rude of me.” The girl brushes off her hands standing. “I’m Jemma Simmons, either one you wish to call me is fine. This is Leopold Fitz but he doesn’t like to be called Leopold.”

“You call me Leopold when you scold me!” He exclaims.

Melinda sits back listening to the two bicker with a half smirk. Out of the corner of her eye, for the first time in a long while she can see Daisy relax.

[cksmart-world]

The completely unnecessary news analysis

by Christopher Smart

June 15, 2021

NEW FINDING: JELL-O IS AN APHRODISIAC

You may not have noticed, but we're in a crisis. No, it's not guns. It's not abortion, or housing or climate. It's the birthrate, stupid. In the 1950s, the fertility rate was 3.5 births per woman in the United States. Today, it's 1.6. That will spell disaster in so many ways in coming decades, although we will have a better chance of getting to Angel's Landing in Zion on a holiday. But listen, empirical data reveal a parallel decline in the sales of Jell-O. It's true. As everyone knows by now, Utahns eat more Jell-O than anyone else in the entire world. On the Jello-O 100th anniversary in 1997, Kraft designated Utah as the official galaxy-wide Capital of Green Jell-O. And get this, Utah's birthrate is still about 2.0. According to the Deseret News, Sen. Mike Lee even has “Jell-O Wednesdays” at his D.C. office, which could explain... well, never mind. There may be any number of reasons for the birthrate decline, although experts believe video games are one culprit. And let's face it, we have too many options of entertainment. After binge-watching “Army Of The Dead” on Netflix, folks are just too beat to get in on. So here's the simple and obvious answer: We all must eat more Jell-O if we want to save human kind. And there's a bonus — you just might get laid.

POUTING IN EXILE AT MAR-A-LAGO

Ever wonder what El Presidente is doing at his Mar-A-Lago Florida fortress. The staff here at Smart Bomb has come into possession of a recent “Donald's Daily Reminder” that sheds light on His New Life:

*Get those bastards to find my presidential slippers.

*Crash that wedding luncheon today and tell them the election was stolen from me in the worst travesty in history. Then toast myself, dance with the bride and sneak a feel.

*Get those bastards to make sure I have enough Diet Coke on the golf cart.

*Tell Mark Meadows that if he doesn't shut that bitch Liz Cheney up that he'll he never walk again without a limp.

*Plan a rally in Georgia and make sure the crowd is big — so tell them they'll get free stuff. Then tear into that shithead governor and secretary of state who couldn't find the votes I wanted to win — because I did win, damn it.

*Get someone like Matt Gaetz to tell the Fake News that we weren't spying on the slimebag House Democrats who were trying to impeach the 45th president — me, Donald J. Trump. So what if we got their phone records. Screw 'em.

*Crash the memorial service for that guy, whoever, and remind the mourners that I am still their president and only I can save democracy. Then toast to myself.

*Get Ivanka to tell Allen Weisselberg that if he flips on me about all the tax shit we pulled in New York, that he'll have to relocate to friggin' Guatemala.

*Get those bastards to put bigger presidential logos on my golf shirts and where are my goddamn slippers — the ones that say 'President For Life,' for christsakes.

IF IT'S WORTH DOIN', IT'S WORTH OVERDOIN'

It's time to double down on the important issues facing Utah and the nation — stuff like “Critical Race Theory” and invisible sanctuaries for the 2nd Amendment. Now it is true the Utah Legislature tackled both of these critical issues in a special session recently. But the brain trust at the Utah Republican Central Committee knew it wasn't nearly enough because to win you got to scare people. So, last weekend they went head-on after reverse racism and the continuing effort of Mothers Against Democracy to take away the 400 million firearms now in private ownership. The leftists say that critical race theory would have us recognize that racism is a daily fact of life for many men, women and children and we should be aware of how it became entrenched in our political and legal systems. But Republicans know it's just a ploy to teach white kids they have no rhythm and can't jump. And as for the sanctuaries — it's the only thing to keep Democrats from taking our guns and melting them down into craven idols of Nancy Pelosi. Democrats keep crowing about infrastructure and insist that all Americans should have access to healthcare and education. No wonder they can't win elections — that requires boogeymen and Republicans have lots of 'em.

Post script — That about does it for another hot, baked week here in Zion where we're short on water and fire season is just beginning. The reservoirs are low and there's no rain in the forecast, but priorities are priorities, and we must keep the golf courses green. Did you know that Utah boasts 140 golf courses — 13 of them are in and around St. George, where 100-degree days are not out of the ordinary. Just another reason why we need that 140-mile Lake Powell to St. George pipeline. Oops. Don't look now but the Lake Powell reservoir also is at record lows — 35 percent of capacity. The pipeline is estimated to cost $1 billion (right). But what if they build it and there's no water in Lake Powell? Here's a better idea — a pipeline from the Mississippi. Problem solved. The Columbia Climate School estimates that 30 to 60 percent of urban fresh water goes to lawns and gardens. Planners, of course, take into account the water shortage when they approve thousands of new housing units — well, not exactly. But Gov. Spencer Cox may have a solution — pray for rain. You gotta better idea? Well, we could have a building moratorium. But that would slow growth — totally out of the question. Better call the Rain Maker or Get Gephardt or, well, pray.  

Well, Wilson, what do you and the guys in the band have for us as we stare into the abyss of the Great Drought and Bad Karma seeping from coast to coast. Maybe it's time for a little escape so we can clear our heads and get some perspective:

Sweeping cobwebs from the edges of my mind Had to get away to see what we could find Hope the days that lie ahead Bring us back to where they've led Listen not to what's been said to you Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh Express Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh Express They're taking me to Marrakesh All aboard the train, all aboard the train I've been saving all my money just to take you there I smell the garden in your hair Take the train from Casablanca going south Blowing smoke rings from the corners of my mouth Colored cottons hang in the air Charming cobras in the square Striped djellebas we can wear at home Well, let me hear you now Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh Express Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh Express They're taking me to Marrakesh

All on board

(Marrakesh Express — Crosby, Still & Nash)

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Secure the Bag: Part.1

I am so excited to finally share Secure the Bag: Part 1 with you guys.

Here is a lil’ taste. I hope you enjoy. 😊

Chapter 1

“After tonight, my world will change forever!” My sister shouts from the sunroof of the stretch Hummer limo. She had get this bright ass barbie pink color as if a stretch Hummer isn’t big and obnoxious enough.

She's a little intoxicated, maybe a lot, and she feels the need to announce to the entire Vegas strip that this is her last night of singledom.

I'm happy for her. Although, I think she's rushing, at least the man she's marrying has a secure career.

In my opinion, she is too young. She's only twenty-five; her brain just stopped developing like three months ago. She's still learning and developing who she is as a person. But hey, what do I know? I'm not marrying some young, rich, tall basketball star.

I can’t even be mad at her decision to secure the bag. I just fear that she'll lose herself inside of her new husband and their marriage.

As far as I know, she wants to be a lawyer. Or at least she wanted to. Now, she's giving it all up to be one of those wives at the games. Not saying it won’t be fun. I'm sure it's plenty of fun to cheer from the sidelines, but how fulfilling can it be?

I can’t sit in the background and watch my husband live his dreams. Watching him do what he loves would push me even harder. But for my sister, I'm sure being a kept woman is her dream. I'm just glad that her dreams came true.

“Turn that shit up! That is my motherfuckin’ song!” My sister, Riley, shouts from the sunroof. The Pepto limo is thumping the hottest new song, "Jiggle Lil’ Booty" by Lil’ Trappah. I can’t lie, the beat is perfect to twerk too. I can hardly contain myself. I just wish I knew what this Lil’ Trappah person was saying. Only the words from the chorus are clear, and even those are questionable.

“Lil’ booties need love too! I’m talking ‘bout them butt cheeks not the baby shoes!” Everyone in the limo shouts clear as day.

These girls must have supersonic hearing or a lyric translator app. For the life of me, I don’t get how they understand these mushmouth ass lyrics. I guess it doesn't help that I'm a bit older than everyone in the limo.

I'm thirty years old, I'm in Vegas for the first time, and I'm going to make the best of it. I pinch the edge of my white bodycon dress, pulling it down the dress-hiking thighs my mama blessed with me with. I raise my hands through the sunroof, stand on the seat and look around in awe of the strip. There are lights everywhere: flashing, flickering, and glowing.

I know this night belongs to my sister, but she got hers. It's time to get mine, my money that is. I'm going to leave Vegas at least a thousand dollars richer. I don’t need the man to get the bag. I can't wait forever for these fools, and I don’t plan on it. I rather have my own shit anyway.

“Remi! You’re hogging the sunroof!” Riley pushes me to the side.

“Move! We both can’t be up here.” I groan as she continues to squeeze her big busted self through the sunroof.

“There’s enough space!” She lightly pushes me as a smile creeps onto my face.

“Did you have fun last night?”

“Last night was lit! Thank you for planning my bridal shower. I know this has been pretty stressful. I didn’t know weddings were so much work.”

“Girl, you’ve never watched a wedding show?”

“No. I don’t watch those boring things like someone I know.”

“I watch it for aesthetic purposes. I like to see the decorations and the color schemes they pick.” “It’s okay, sis. I know you take mental notes.”

“For what?”

“Your future wedding.”

“Please!" I suck my teeth.

"That’s the furthest thing from my mind right now. My mind is on my money and money is on my mind.” Riley waves her hand.

“Whatever you say.”

“Do you know where we’re going tonight?”

“Nia wants to surprise me.”

“Nia is going to surprise you with an oily stripper at the door.”

“She better not.” I raise my glass. “Well, here’s to another lit night.”

“May all our dreams come true.” Our champagne flutes clink in unison before we empty them. We sink back into the limo with the rest of the girls, anticipating the fun to come.

∞∞∞

The limo pulls up in front of one of the hottest clubs in Vegas. The music is right and full of bass. Even the people in line are dancing. I would dance too if I were standing in a line wrapped around the strip. Just the thought of standing in that line with heels irritates me.

The limo driver opens the door and holds out his hand to assist us out of the stretch Pink Panther mobile.

“Hope you ladies have a blast tonight.” The smooth-voiced limo driver smiles. He tips his hat, revealing the ponytailed locs underneath.

“Thank you!” We all say in unison.

“What’s your name again?” I ask.

He removes his driving gloves to shake my hand. “Amir Good.”

He has long, thick fingers with short, clean nails. His full beard fades at his sideburns connecting to a natural hairline that could pass for a shape up. He looks into my eyes as if he is familiar with them.

“Thank you for getting us here safely, Mr. Good.”

“No, problem—” “Remi, Remi Jones.” I reach for my purse to give him a tip.

He politely pushes my hand away. “Have a great evening, Ms. Jones.”

“Remi, come on!” Nia yells back toward the limo. Nia reserved our tables in advance, allowing us to skip the line altogether. It’s crazy how so many people can give a look of disdain all at once.

“I’ve been standing here for over an hour!” One woman shouts at security. She looks upset, and I know her feet feel even worse in those stilettos.

“I don’t make the rules, ma’am. Please wait in line as the club is almost at full capacity. Next time you should reserve your table like these lovely ladies.” The tall bouncer smiles as he let us in. “Have a good evening, ladies.”

Between the limo driver and the bouncer, I don’t know if going inside is the right choice. It seems like all the fine men are outside the club.

“Remi trying to get chose!” Whitney yells loud enough for the bouncer to hear.

“See, I was going to buy you a drink, but you play too much.”

“I’m just playing!” Whitney hooks her arm into mine, and we all find our way to our table.

More pink, yay! The love affair my sister has with this color is sickening. At least the shade of pink Nia chose is cute; soft powder pink balloons with rose gold accents.

“I love it!” Riley screams. She is going into pink overload. She grabs the bottle of Rose´ out of the ice bucket and puts it in the smoky club air.

“Here is to the rest of my life! May it be on and poppin’!” Riley pops the cork to the champagne, making it glide across the ceiling. We all jump from the loud pop of the cork but not far enough to not grab a champagne flute from the table. Riley fills our glasses, and we make another toast to a fun night. We waste no time downing our drinks and heading toward the dance floor.

“Hold up! All the sexy ladies in the house get on the dance floor right now! All di bad gals dem!” The DJ sounds off the reggae horns.

Before I know it, my body is moving to the beat. My hips roll like waves on the ocean water. I arch my back and rest my hands on my knees. I look back at it, only to see a smiling man towering behind me. His smile lights up the dark dance floor.

He leans into my ear. “Mind if I join you?”

“Looks like you already have.” I wind my hips as he stands behind me, watching and breathing down my neck. “Are you going to dance or just stand there?”

He strokes his goatee. “I think I’ll just watch.”

“Then why ask me to dance?”

“So, I wouldn’t seem like a creep while I stare.”

“That’s not weird. Nope, not all.”

“Let me buy you a drink.”

“Dance with me first.” There's no point in letting my song go to waste. I pull in Mr. Tall and Handsome, making him trail behind me. I rock my hips from side to side with the beat, leaving him no choice but to follow my rhythm.

“What’s your name?”

“Remi.”

“Like the rapper?”

“Like the rapper, like the hair, like the drink. I can keep going.”

“I like that. Come on, let’s go back to my table.” He takes my hand and leads me through the crowd on the dance floor. While holding his hand, my eyes land on the pinky ring that dons his finger. A cluster of diamonds sparkle under the flashing lights that make our brown skin look blue. My eyes almost pop out of my head as they travel from his large hand to the Presidential Rolex on his wrist.

This man has to be at least six foot seven, and his pockets seem to be just as long. Jackpot!

There is nothing like a fine man with commas in his bank account. Money can’t buy love, but as my mother always tells me, romance without finance is a nuisance. Mr. Baller takes us to his table which is already full of bottles.

“What would you like to drink?”

“I want to try some of that Ace of Spades.”

He nods his head and pours the champagne into a flute. “Great choice,” he says as our glasses clink. "What’s your name?”

“I’m surprised you don’t already know who I am.”

“Should I know?”

“It depends on what you’re into, I guess.”

“So, are you going to tell me or are you going to keep playing this guessing game? I mean, I can be like Nev from Catfish and do an image search.”

He puts his fist over his mouth and lets out a loud chuckle. “You got jokes; I like that.” He sips some champagne before setting his glass on the table. “I’m Trey Drayton.”

“Are you a basketball player?”

“I play for Utah.”

I turn my nose. “Utah? Ugh!”

“I know. As you can see, I’m trying to make the best of it.”

“You come to Vegas often?”

“I’m here for my boy's wedding this weekend.”

“He’s marrying my sister.”

“Wow, it’s a small world. I’ve known Khai since our AAU days. Your sister is in good hands.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

Trey's eyes scan over my dress. “I also think you’re beautiful.”

I blush as I flip my locs over my shoulder. “Thank you.”

“So, what are you doing later tonight?”

“I’ll be with the bridal party since the wedding is tomorrow.”

“You should chill with me. Let me get to know you outside of the club; somewhere quiet.”

“Somewhere private?”

“What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, right?” I knock back the rest of my champagne. It's been a year since I had any physical contact. Just the thought of it has my blood rushing, or maybe it's that third glass of champagne. Either way, my body is ready. Trey places his hand on my thigh, lightly brushing his lips past my ear. I damn near melt from the slightest touch. I can feel him inhaling my perfume, creating heat between my thighs. What are you doing, Remi?

I don’t know what I'm doing or why I'm so comfortable with Trey being so close. Trey's lips are soft, and so are his gigantic hands. I pull away and look into his slanted eyes; filled with the type of lust that fans my fire.

“I don’t even know you.”

“So, get to know me. I’m a basketball player. I’m from D.C., and I love beautiful, brown women like yourself.”

“I’m from Maryland.”

“See! We have that DMV connection.” He flashes his bright smile.

“You seem a bit comfortable,” I say while looking at his hand on my thigh.

"That’s how you make me feel. Are you comfortable?”

“Yes, thanks for asking.”

“So, do you want to go back to my suite?”

“It’s just that easy for you?”

“You can’t answer a question with a question, love.”

“As much as I would like to, I don’t think I’m about that life.”

“Take my number.” He pulls out his phone just before reciting his number out loud. “Call me.”

I hit the call button, connecting us in an instant. “It’s R-e-m-i.”

“Okay, Remi with an I. I’ll see you tomorrow at the wedd—” A waterfall of ice and liquor pours down Trey’s face. I look up to see a young, tall woman with anger painted all over her face.

“You’ll see her where? I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear what you were saying. Now, what did you say, Trey?!” Her voice elevates to a pitch my brain can’t compute.

“Baby, I can explain!”

“Baby?” She has to be at least six foot five, two hundred pounds of defined muscle. She's almost a foot taller than me, and she has a wingspan made for dunking.

“Yes, baby! Is there a problem, bitch?” She spews as her eyes pop out of her head.

“Bitch?”

“You seemed confused. Let me knock some sense into that empty brain of yours.”

“This is a major misunderstanding.” I stand up from my seat, adjust my dress, and hope and pray she takes her misplaced anger out on her man.

“The only misunderstanding is you throwing your pussy at my man. You’re just the type. Groupie ass bitch! Fucking thots stay plotting,” she yells loud enough to cause a scene.

The last thing I need is my sister flying across the room on the night of her bachelorette party.

“Trey?” I call. He shrugs his shoulders. I look back at her, hoping to calm her down, some way, somehow. “I honestly didn’t know he had a girlfriend.”

Girlfriend? I’m his wife; Dawn Drayton!” She waves her left hand, showing off her ring. I feel a bit dizzy from the drinks, and the air from her hands creates a light breeze on my face.

My eyes cut to Trey in disbelief. “You ain’t shit.” I tip the ice bucket on the table into his lap before dashing off as fast as possible. Hoping to find Riley and the rest of the bridal party, I run back to the dance floor.

“I am not done with you!” Dawn is right behind me. I'm not trying to fight in a Las Vegas nightclub with what looks like to be Wilt Chamberlain’s daughter. I pull out my phone and call the limo driver while heading toward the entrance.

"Touchdown Limos, Amir speaking."

“Come back to the club, please. Emergency pick-up.”

“On my way.” I end the call and pick up the pace toward the door. I already know that I have no dog in this fight. I'm not a punk, but homegirl’s reach is long enough to punch me through the crowd. Plus, my white dress is too cute to stain with blood.

The closer I get to the door, the closer she seems to get to me. Trey’s mute ass isn’t too far behind. A part of me wants to turn around and throw my shoe at his forehead, but I know that will only get the Mrs. more upset.

“Remi, wait!” I hear Trey shout. Trifling Trey is trying to get me killed. Thankfully, my phone vibrates, notifying me that my limo is out front. The bouncer at the door notices me speed walking and gives me a look of concern.

“Is everything okay, sweetheart?”

“Can you hold those Amazonian people behind me while I get in the car?”

“No problem.” The security guard tilts his head, relaying a message through his walkie-talkie. I rush out the exit to see the driver standing with the door open. I damn near dive into the back seat.

I look out the window to see security blocking Dawn and Trey from the exit. There are camera lights flashing and bystanders recording everything with their cell phones. The last thing I need is to be on the gossip blogs for being chased out of the club.

“It’s just you?” The driver asks.

I look back to see Dawn’s fist connect with Trey’s jaw. Ouch! “Yes, please go.” I have to get away from all of the camera flashes. Even though the windows are tinted, I duck down in my seat as far as I can. The limo pulls off with no destination in sight.

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Marriage Divorce

If you think your marriage is in trouble, you need to tackle the issue head on. Ignoring problems can make matters worse. Your health can suffer and you may put your future financial situation in jeopardy by not addressing the issues that are leading to a vast rift between you and your partner. Try counseling, try listening, and most of all, try communicating with your spouse.

If you decide to divorce, while the path is often not easy, it can be the wisest choice and lead you to a better place.

So what should you look for as you examine your marriage? Some signs that your marriage is in serious trouble include the following:

Lack of intimacy. Without the closeness that intimacy brings, your marriage is likely to result in termination.

Affairs. If either or both spouses are constantly involved with others, the marriage is in trouble.

Constant fighting. Are you or your spouse constantly hot under the collar? If you are raging over small issues, or if you find yourself shouting or dealing with constant criticism and harsh words that undermine you, your relationship is in trouble.

Physical abuse. If you or your spouse let your rage erupt into physical abuse, your marriage is in trouble. No one should be treated this way, nor should anyone tolerate such abusive behavior.

Utah Child Custody Law

If you are a parent wishing to file for child custody in the state of Utah, you should familiarize yourself with the state’s child custody laws first. In a child custody case, the court’s job is to decide what is in the best interest of the child. Although there is no clear-cut way to know what the court will ultimately determine, certain factors usually have an influence. Listed below are five things courts typically consider when determining child custody:

Finances. If one parent lacks the financial ability to provide the child with basic needs and services, then than that parent is less likely to be awarded custody.

Home environment. Children need a safe and loving environment to grow up in. The court will certainly consider which parent can provide the best home environment for the child.

Alcohol or substance abuse. If one parent has a history of alcohol or drug abuse that is still an issue, it can affect the court’s decision.

Availability. Courts generally favor the parent who has time to spend with their children to provide for their needs. If one parent works all the time, or for some reason has limited availability, a court will generally award custody to the other parent.

Mental or physical health. If any mental health condition or disability severely affects a parent’s ability to care for a child, this will play a role in the court’s decision.

Postnuptial Agreements

Most people understand the need to protect separate financial assets with a prenuptial agreement prior to marriage. But what about after wedding bells ring?

A postnuptial agreement safeguards financial security — and sometimes the harmony of a marriage.

Prenuptial agreements are reviewed and executed prior to a wedding. After the marriage, postnuptial agreements come into play. Both are types of marital agreements. Some reasons to consider a postnuptial agreement include the following:

Change of mind: After marriage, creating a postnuptial agreement to memorialize financial or other agreements can return stability to a relationship.

Change of career: For a working partner, the decision to stay at home and care for children permanently affects earning ability, pension and retirement. Few women or men return to the job market after 10 years able to obtain the same job or wage they previously enjoyed. A postnuptial agreement protects the financial stability of the caregiver in the event of divorce.

Change of fortune: The receipt of an inheritance, sale of a business or other change in fortune is reason to consider a postnuptial agreement.

Free Consultation with a Divorce Lawyer

If you have a question about divorce law or if you need to start or defend against a divorce case in Utah call Ascent Law at (801) 676-5506. We will fight for you.

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Marriage Divorce

If you think your marriage is in trouble, you need to tackle the issue head on. Ignoring problems can make matters worse. Your health can suffer and you may put your future financial situation in jeopardy by not addressing the issues that are leading to a vast rift between you and your partner. Try counseling, try listening, and most of all, try communicating with your spouse.

If you decide to divorce, while the path is often not easy, it can be the wisest choice and lead you to a better place.

So what should you look for as you examine your marriage? Some signs that your marriage is in serious trouble include the following:

Lack of intimacy. Without the closeness that intimacy brings, your marriage is likely to result in termination.

Affairs. If either or both spouses are constantly involved with others, the marriage is in trouble.

Constant fighting. Are you or your spouse constantly hot under the collar? If you are raging over small issues, or if you find yourself shouting or dealing with constant criticism and harsh words that undermine you, your relationship is in trouble.

Physical abuse. If you or your spouse let your rage erupt into physical abuse, your marriage is in trouble. No one should be treated this way, nor should anyone tolerate such abusive behavior.

Utah Child Custody Law

If you are a parent wishing to file for child custody in the state of Utah, you should familiarize yourself with the state’s child custody laws first. In a child custody case, the court’s job is to decide what is in the best interest of the child. Although there is no clear-cut way to know what the court will ultimately determine, certain factors usually have an influence. Listed below are five things courts typically consider when determining child custody:

Finances. If one parent lacks the financial ability to provide the child with basic needs and services, then than that parent is less likely to be awarded custody.

Home environment. Children need a safe and loving environment to grow up in. The court will certainly consider which parent can provide the best home environment for the child.

Alcohol or substance abuse. If one parent has a history of alcohol or drug abuse that is still an issue, it can affect the court’s decision.

Availability. Courts generally favor the parent who has time to spend with their children to provide for their needs. If one parent works all the time, or for some reason has limited availability, a court will generally award custody to the other parent.

Mental or physical health. If any mental health condition or disability severely affects a parent’s ability to care for a child, this will play a role in the court’s decision.

Postnuptial Agreements

Most people understand the need to protect separate financial assets with a prenuptial agreement prior to marriage. But what about after wedding bells ring?

A postnuptial agreement safeguards financial security — and sometimes the harmony of a marriage.

Prenuptial agreements are reviewed and executed prior to a wedding. After the marriage, postnuptial agreements come into play. Both are types of marital agreements. Some reasons to consider a postnuptial agreement include the following:

Change of mind: After marriage, creating a postnuptial agreement to memorialize financial or other agreements can return stability to a relationship.

Change of career: For a working partner, the decision to stay at home and care for children permanently affects earning ability, pension and retirement. Few women or men return to the job market after 10 years able to obtain the same job or wage they previously enjoyed. A postnuptial agreement protects the financial stability of the caregiver in the event of divorce.

Change of fortune: The receipt of an inheritance, sale of a business or other change in fortune is reason to consider a postnuptial agreement.

Free Consultation with a Divorce Lawyer

If you have a question about divorce law or if you need to start or defend against a divorce case in Utah call Ascent Law at (801) 676-5506. We will fight for you.

Ascent Law LLC 8833 S. Redwood Road, Suite C West Jordan, Utah 84088 United States Telephone: (801) 676-5506

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