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How to Charcoal Grill a Steak: Tips for Perfect Grilling Results

Are you ready to up your grilling game and impress your friends with perfectly cooked steaks? Charcoal grilling is the way to go, and with a few simple tips, you'll be a pro in no time. In this article, we'll walk you through the steps of how to charcoal grill steak, from choosing the right cut to serving it up on a platter. First things first – selecting the right cut of steak is crucial for achieving that mouth-watering flavor and tenderness. Whether you prefer ribeye, sirloin, or filet mignon, make sure to choose a cut that is at least one inch thick. This will help ensure even cooking and prevent overcooking or undercooking. Now let's fire up that grill and get started! Choosing the Right Cut of Steak You've gotta pick the right cut of steak if you want to impress your guests and make sure they leave satisfied. When it comes to grilling techniques, different cuts of meat require different approaches. For example, a ribeye or New York strip are great options for grilling because they have enough fat content to keep them juicy and flavorful on the high heat of a charcoal grill. On the other hand, leaner cuts like sirloin or flank steak require more attention during cooking to prevent becoming dry and tough. When it comes to meat selection, don't be afraid to ask your local butcher for recommendations. They can suggest cuts that are not only delicious but also fit within your budget. Additionally, consider the thickness of the steak - thicker cuts will take longer to cook but offer a juicier interior while thinner steaks cook faster but may be prone to drying out. By taking into account these factors when choosing your cut of steak, you'll be well on your way to mastering how to charcoal grill steak like a pro! Preparing the Charcoal Grill Before getting started, it's time to light up that fiery centerpiece of outdoor cooking and get those flames dancing. Start by piling up the charcoal in a pyramid shape at the center of your grill. Then, use lighter fluid or a chimney starter to ignite the charcoal. Once lit, let the coals burn for 10-15 minutes until they are covered in white ash. This means they are ready to cook on! Once your coals are hot and ready, it's time to start controlling the heat for optimal grilling conditions. If you're looking for high heat to sear your steak quickly, spread out the coals evenly across the bottom of your grill. For lower heat, move them over to one side of the grill so you have both direct and indirect heat zones available for cooking different cuts of meat. Remember that you can always adjust the temperature by adding more or less charcoal as needed throughout your grilling session. With these tips in mind, you'll be well on your way to mastering how to charcoal grill steak like a pro! Seasoning and Preparing the Steak Now it's time to get your cut of meat ready for the grill by rubbing it with a blend of spices and herbs for a mouthwatering flavor explosion. You have several options when it comes to marinade. You can use a pre-made marinade or create your own using ingredients like soy sauce, Worcestershire sauce, garlic, and olive oil. Regardless of which marinade you choose, make sure to let your steak sit in the mixture for at least 30 minutes before grilling. Once your steak is marinated, it's time to prepare it for the grill. Make sure to pat your steak dry with paper towels before seasoning it generously with salt and pepper on both sides. When grilling, start by searing the steak over high heat for 2-3 minutes on each side. After that initial sear, move the steak to a cooler part of the grill and continue cooking until desired doneness is reached. Remember that thicker cuts will take longer than thinner ones so keep an eye on them as they cook. With these grilling techniques and seasoning tips, you'll be able to enjoy a perfectly cooked charcoal-grilled steak every time! Cooking the Steak to Perfection As you watch the juices sizzle and bubble on the surface of your perfectly seasoned meat, a sense of satisfaction washes over you. Now it's time to cook the steak to perfection. The key here is to use a searing technique that will lock in all the flavors and juices. To achieve this, start by preheating your charcoal grill to medium-high heat (around 450-500°F). Once it's hot enough, place your steak directly onto the grates and let it cook for around 2-3 minutes on each side. This will give you those beautiful grill marks that everyone loves. After you've seared both sides, move the steak to a cooler part of the grill (around 350°F) and let it continue cooking until it reaches your desired level of doneness. To help with temperature control, refer to this table: Internal Temperature Doneness --------------------- ---------- 120-130°F Rare 130-140°F Medium Rare 140-150°F Medium 150-160°F Medium Well Above 160°F Well Done Remember that these are just guidelines – ultimately, how long you'll need to cook your steak depends on its thickness and personal preferences. So keep an eye on that internal temperature using a meat thermometer, and don't be afraid to adjust as needed. With some practice and patience when using this searing technique along with careful temperature control, you'll soon become a master at grilling steaks! Resting and Serving the Steak Get ready to enjoy the juiciest, most flavorful piece of meat by allowing it to rest for a few minutes before slicing into it. This crucial step allows the juices to redistribute throughout the steak, resulting in a more tender and delicious eating experience. While you wait, take some time to prepare your sides. Grilled vegetables and a baked potato make great accompaniments to your perfectly cooked steak. Once your steak has rested for at least 5 minutes, it's time to slice into it. But first, make sure you have the proper knife skills. Use a sharp chef's knife and slice against the grain for maximum tenderness. As you cut into the steak, be sure to check its temperature with an instant-read thermometer so that you can adjust your cooking methods for next time if needed. Finally, don't forget about presentation! A beautifully plated steak with well-prepared sides is sure to impress any dinner guest or family member who will join you at the table. Frequently Asked Questions How long should I let my steak rest before slicing it? Once cooked, let your steak rest for 5-10 minutes to retain its juices. Resting time tips include covering it with foil and placing it on a cutting board at room temperature. Use slicing techniques against the grain for optimal tenderness. Can I use wood chips to add flavor to my charcoal grilling process? Contrary to popular belief, using wood chips can add a delicious smoky flavor to your grilling techniques. Whether you're cooking steak or other meats, experiment with different types of wood for unique flavors. How do I know when my steak is done cooking without cutting into it? To know when your steak is done cooking without cutting into it, use a meat thermometer. The internal temperature should reach 135°F for medium-rare. Let the steak rest for 5-10 minutes before slicing. Grilling techniques and seasoning options can enhance the flavor. Should I oil my grill grates before placing the steak on them? Don't let your steak stick to the grill! Oil your grates before cooking to ensure even heating and prevent sticking. Consider using alternative oils, like avocado or grapeseed, for different grilling techniques. Is there a specific type of charcoal that works best for grilling steak? For grilling steak, the best type of charcoal is lump charcoal. It burns hotter and cleaner than briquettes, giving your steak a smoky flavor without any chemical aftertaste. Plus, it's all natural! Conclusion Congratulations on learning how to charcoal grill steak! You are now ready to impress your family and friends with juicy, delicious steaks that are perfectly cooked every time. Remember, the key to a great grilled steak is choosing the right cut, preparing your grill properly, seasoning your meat, and cooking it to perfection. Now that you know how to grill a steak like a pro, why not take things up a notch? Try experimenting with different seasonings or marinades to give your steaks new flavors and textures. Or get creative with side dishes like grilled vegetables or homemade potato salad. With these tips in mind, you'll be able to create unforgettable meals that everyone will love. So fire up that charcoal grill and get ready for some mouth-watering steaks! 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xtruss · 2 years ago

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‘It’s the aeroplane that all the pilots wanted to fly. Because of its size, it’s so stable and you just feel so secure in it.’ Photograph: Aviation Wire/AFLO/REX/Shutterstock

‘Queen of The Skies’: How The Boeing 747 Shaped an era of Air Travel

The iconic jet won’t disappear from the skies yet, but everyone from John Travolta to female pilots celebrates it

— Chris McGreal | Saturday 11 February 2023

By the time Lynn Rippelmeyer began work as a flight attendant on a Boeing 747 in 1972, the jumbo jet had already seized the public’s imagination for its immensity and the beauty of its lines, serving as the epitome of glamour in the skies.

“We had linen napkins and tablecloths, china and crystal vases with real flowers on a pedestal in first class. There was a seven-course meal. You got your prime rib carved right at your seat. It was quite something,” said the former TWA attendant.

In the early days, TWA maintained a bar and lounge up the spiral staircase and under the jumbo’s iconic hump. American Airlines installed a baby grand piano in first class on its 747 Luxury Liner.

Flying in the cheaper seats wasn’t so bad either. American boasted of an economy class lounge in the sky with “soft cushiony seats all around, in the middle is a stand-up bar”.

“It’s the most wonderful thing ever to happen to a coach passenger,” one of its ads said in 1971, a year after the 747 entered service. “In first class, you can reserve a table for four. Dine with friends as you would in a restaurant on the ground. Play cards.”

“There’s nothing like seeing a 747 take flight to remind you that there’s also magic here.” — John Travolta

It might not have been quite so much fun for the staff. The food, which in economy included filet mignon, was “served by our stewardesses in their pretty new outfits”. Rippelmeyer was kitted out in TWA’s flight attendant uniform of go-go boots and hot pants. But not for long.

A decade later, the Illinois native had trained to become the world’s first female 747 pilot. But by then flying had begun its slide into packing passengers into ever shrinking seats and charging for drinks. By the mid-1980s she was funneling tourists across the Atlantic as a jumbo jet captain for a budget airline. No lounges or steaks.

But the “queen of the skies” never lost its allure.

When it was launched, the jumbo jet was hailed as cutting-edge and carried more than twice as many passengers as Boeing’s next largest plane. Photograph: Aviation Wire/AFLO/REX/Shutterstock

The 747 outlasted predictions that it would be supplanted by supersonic aircraft and attempts by rival manufacturers to match its success until, after more than half a century and 1,574 aircraft built, the last jumbo jet was delivered to its new owner earlier this month. Perhaps fittingly, it was bought by a cargo airline, the glamour long since stripped from flying for most passengers.

But Rippelmeyer, who wrote a book about her experiences, Life Takes Wings, said no matter what a 747 was carrying, the charge never went out of piloting one.

“It’s like driving a limousine instead of a sports car,” she said.

“It’s the aeroplane that all the pilots wanted to fly. Because of its size, it’s so stable and you just feel so secure in it. And besides, it’s just a beautiful shape. When it’s coming in for landing, it almost looks like it’s going in slow motion. There’s the illusion that it’s floating.”

Nick Eades, the world’s most experienced 747 pilot, flew jumbos for 27,000 hours over 34 years for British Airways.

“I went on in 1987 and was struck by the sheer size of it. The pilots sat four floors up,” he said.

“It was a real pilot’s aeroplane. It was the probably the last aeroplane that was flown by the pilot and not a computer. It was a huge aeroplane but it flew so beautifully even in bad weather. It just was like an ocean liner in the sky. I’ve flown lots of different types of aeroplanes but when I started flying the jumbo, I just had a big silly grin across my face.”

At its launch, the jumbo was cutting-edge. It carried more than twice as many passengers as Boeing’s next largest plane and was more fuel-efficient, reducing the cost per seat and opening up the world to jet travel.

Pictures of the space shuttle piggybacking on the back of Nasa’s 747s only added to its glory.

The jumbo jet will still be in the air – Lufthansa still flies it and Air Force One still uses a modified version. Photograph: Aviation Wire/AFLO/REX/Shutterstock

Still, an economy return ticket from New York to London in the early 1970s was around $3,000 (£2,482) in today’s money, so passengers paid for the touches of luxury, even if the 747 played an important part in bringing prices down over time.

There were other downsides half a century ago. Rippelmeyer worked in first class because other female attendants didn’t want to deal with verbal harassment from male pilots.

“I grew up being teased so it didn’t bother me and I liked being up there. You’re seven miles above the earth and you get this 180-degree view. It’s just gorgeous and breathtaking,” she said.

When she wasn’t working, Rippelmeyer sat in the cockpit behind the engineer and became interested in how flight systems work. She took flying lessons and swiftly became hooked. But TWA didn’t hire female pilots so she didn’t see it as a career option.

“Then they decided women could fly aeroplanes after all, so I got a job with TWA as a flight engineer. I became the first woman to go from flight attendant to pilot at an airline, and that was 1978,” she said.

But the industry took a downturn so Rippelmeyer joined a company flying cargo as a first officer.

“That’s where the chief pilot said: ‘How would you like to be the first woman to fly a 747?’ Some of the pilots used to say women just don’t have what it takes emotionally, psychologically, physically, and then there’s that time of the month when they really shouldn’t even leave the house. They really believed what they were doing was more than a woman could handle,” she said.

“So that’s what I told this chief pilot. He looks at me: ‘Girl, it’s hydraulics. I’ll show you.’”

Rippelmeyer qualified to fly jumbos and joined a low-cost airline, People Express, which took passengers from New York to London for a relatively paltry $149 (£123).

“It’s like hanging out with a celebrity all the time ... This plane ... it still has them saying ‘wow’.” — Kelsey Hughes

“I’m not sure there was the glamour at the People Express aeroplanes but it did allow people to travel that hadn’t before,“ she said.

Rippelmeyer was the first woman to captain a jumbo jet across the Atlantic. She landed at London’s Gatwick airport in July 1984 to an enthusiastic reception from the British press and later in the year was honoured at a “women of the year” ceremony in the UK.

By then, the 747 had already been in service longer than some expected amid predictions that supersonic travel would take over in the 1980s. But the only other plane to challenge the jumbo jet’s iconic status, the Concorde, never proved to be commercially viable and ceased flying 20 years ago.

Other rivals tried to usurp the jumbo. Lockheed launched the TriStar but it was little mourned when production stopped 12 years later. Then came the giant Airbus A380 in 2007. But the plane, which Rippelmeyer likened to “a double-decker bus with wings”, lacked the elegance and sophistication of the jumbo jet. It ceased production two years ago, having sold a fraction of the number of 747s.

Eades, author of a book Still Improving: Becoming the World’s Most Experienced 747 Captain, said Boeing helped keep competition at bay by improving each variation of the plane until it reached what he regards as the best of them, the 747-400, which outsold all other versions.

“It’s like an orchestra when suddenly all the musicians play in perfect harmony. And that was the 400,” he said.

Nonetheless, time took its toll on the 747 as lighter planes with more efficient engines proved far cheaper to run.

Yet the jumbo jet still has the power to awe. Kelsey Hughes, a 747 pilot who flies cargo and passengers including major sports teams, said that even today people are awestruck by the plane.

“It was the probably the last aeroplane that was flown by the pilot and not a computer.” — Nick Eades

“It’s like hanging out with a celebrity all the time. No matter what other plane I’ve flown, people never take photos of it. But this plane, there’s a lot of places I go and there will be multiple people standing there taking photos or selfies with it in the background. It still has them saying, ‘wow’,” he said.

John Travolta, actor and 747 pilot, was among those on hand to bid farewell as the final jumbo jet left the assembly plant just outside Seattle.

“Even when you understand the science behind flight, there’s nothing like seeing a 747 take flight to remind you that there’s also magic here,” he said.

The jumbo jet won’t be disappearing from the skies. Some passenger airlines, such as Lufthansa, still fly it. The White House uses a modified version for Air Force One. And the final plane off the production line is going to Atlas Air, which operates the largest 747 fleet in the world.

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bluiex · 2 years ago

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thinking about a scarian au where both their love language is FOOD. Like they’re both really good cooks/bakers (maybe instead of being 2 of hermitcraft’s best builders, they’re 2 of hermitcraft’s best cooks, or maybe just like a random modern au where they’re just both really good at making food idk) and they just have the STRANGEST COURTING AND FLIRTING METHODS. Like, learning each other’s favourite dishes and sauces and recipes, or how they like their meat or vegetables cooked, etc. and then just gushing to their friends whenever one brings the other a dish they made just for them, like grian getting all lovey over how beautifully scar seared the filet mignon and how he laid his garnish in a heart shape and left him with the loveliest slice of sugared apple cake for after, and whoever’s sitting there listening to him is just entirely baffled about what the fuck he’s talking about

☕️ anon (oh my god, also finding pretty decorated cloths to fold restaurant style for utensils and tucking sweet and flirty or maybe even dirty notes into them to go with their food gifts <3)

Modern AU where they both work at/own fancy restaurants. They meet at some like awards ceremony thing for cooks. After that they just kinda kept seeing each other, start giving each other the food. Plating it so beautifully, making it to perfection. eishiuhsgajk The amount of potential this has to be so soso cute. Putting notes with the food they make the other inside tupperware for them to see later Grian looking up how to cook cat food for Jellie because the fastest way to Scar's heart is to love Jellie just as much-

#scarian #bluie gets an ask poggers

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yuugisbarber · 3 years ago

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YGO cooking/food headcanons

Yugi: I don't think he'd have the worst diet, he'd eat a fruit and a veg. But I can see him having a "gamer diet" and living off energy drinks, instant ramen at times and making a lot of quick, easy, tasty meals and not being much of a cook outside of that. His fav food being burgers also makes that a go-to. 100% has a taste for fast food. He's too focused on dueling. But he'd probably bake for fun with his friends or something.

Anzu/Tea: Probably the healthiest of the yugi gang. Being an aspiring dancer would probably have her eat pretty clean. Working at Burger World also makes her crave fast food less because she smells it all day. I think she'd be a pretty good cook (her bento in Dsod says it all) and always be looking for new cute bento ideas and healthy recipes. She would treat herself to pretty cakes and drinks from Cafe's around Domino. The type to post pictures of her instagrammable food.

Joey: King of weird food combinations. The most daring eater of the group and would eat almost anything if you "bet he couldn't" Would probably do spicy hot wing challenges. likes junk food, but his fav foods being Curry rice and steak and shrimp make me think he appreciates a comforting home-cooked meal more than anything. He doesn't cook much. makes a sandwich, some rice with an egg, and simple things like that when he needs it. He just thinks things taste better when others make it for you.

Tristan/Honda: Down to do the hot wing challenges with Jou and probably the kind of person that eats as much as they want and surprises everyone by how they're able to stay slim. Not much of a cook either.

Seto: (Talked about this on the server with @nenya85 and a couple others. I think his is the most interesting)

He has an interesting relationship with food. I think it would be very black and white. Either eating like a king with his filet mignon and fancy sauce, or... shakes. I see him having a lot of protein shakes, protein bars and other pre made health food like that throughout he day because he can't be bothered with having a proper sit-down meal with how busy he makes himself. But eventually some staff like Isono would come by and say something like "Mr. Kaiba, you haven't had any solid food in 2 days now.. please eat something substantial."

He'd be a bit of a food snob too, being really choosy about ingredients and quality. I think DSOD Kaiba would shift to being more of a health nut, bulking up and being really healthy to be stronger for all the interdimensional travel he plans on doing, and for facing off Atem (or impressing him ;))

I only see Seto trying his hand at cooking is for family time with Mokuba or to compete at something with Atem (lol) or even cook for either of those important people in his life.

Atem:

Being a Pharaoh, he would of course love to eat deliciously. He loves a big, grand meal that's presented nicely with a lot of variety. Probably loves fruit. However, also on account of being Pharaoh, he hasn't had to lift a finger to feed himself EVER. so his first experience with "cooking" is Yugi's instant meals lol. Yugi's habits rub off on him and he can make a nice ramen, but he's a bit hopeless with cooking other than that. But he is a fast learner, I think once he got the hang of modern supplies and recipes, he could be a good cook. Down for a cooking competition with Kaiba any day of the week once he feels confident enough. He'd probably be interested in fruit arrangement and try to cut fruits in fancy shapes.

#yugioh dsod #prideshipping #yami yugi #pharaoh atem #kaiba #seto kaiba #yugioh #yugi mutou #ygo #yugioh headcanons #headcanons #fanfic ideas

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missvifdor · 4 years ago

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My MC /OC /YUU, in the doorframe of the entrance to Ramshackle:

My MC /OC /YUU: W -Why ..? Grimm, I'm not crazy, it's not my birthday. Or yours yet?

Grimm: No but I'm not going to complain, it smells so good! * Dive into the assembly of packages and gift packages in pink and red *

* The First Year Gang arrives to look for MC for classes like every morning *

Deuce: Eh! I didn't know you were so popular MC!

My MC /OC /YUU: Me? Popular? I reassure you right away, in my world I was considered as the weird and silent child of the class. So popular I have never been very popular.

Ace: Do you know at least what day we have?

My MC /OC /YUU: No ...?

Jack: It's Valentine's Day * Sniff the air * Ugh! All this sugar gives me stomach ache and toothache ...

Grimm: It's so good MC! * Eyes that glow * Free chocolate! I'm going to be happy to eat it all!

Epel: Easy, Grimm, they're at MC you should ask her before you binge without permission.

Grimm: * Touching eyes and adorable gaze *

My MC /OC /YUU: * Sigh * Isn't that risking your health at least? I mean .. you really look like a cat and chocolate is poison to them.

Grimm: Who do you take me for? A vulgar animal? I'm a monster, obviously I can eat anything!

My MC /OC /YUU: Alright. You can take it but out of the question that you abuse it and fall ill afterwards, understand?

Grimm: You are the best Dorm Leader! Yahoou! * Plunges back among the packages happily *

Sebek: IF WE DON'T HURRY, WE WILL BE LATE FOR CLASSES!

My MC /OC /YUU: Sorry, Sebek, I'm making you late ... Go ahead I'll take the packages inside and I'll join you!

Jack: Do not be ridiculous, we will help you it will go faster.

* Our happy group of friends are going to their first class of the day *

* My MC /OC /YUU going to sit in his usual place *

My MC /OC /YUU: Is it really happening ...? * Turns all red * I even get flowers, now.

Ace: * Smirk * You look so shocked, like this is the first time this has happened to you, Hehe!

My MC /OC /YUU: ....

Deuce: Is this the first time this has happened to you ?!

My MC /OC /YUU: I told you before, I was not very popular and not very pretty. Boys and girls aren't really used to looking around in my path and neither am I.

Ace and Deuce: * Mumbles * His world must be filled with blind people ...

* Later that day they pass Cater, Trey and Riddle *

Cater: * Put his arm around MC's shoulders * Hello lovely young lady! What are you planning to give me for Valentine's Day? Although, you know I prefer the salty.

Riddle: Cater! This is inappropriate!

My MC /OC /YUU: Don't worry, Riddle. Well Cater, I completely forgot that it was today and I don't have a present for you, I'm sorry. Besides, why do I have to offer you one, we are not in a relationship?

Trey: Tradition has it that girls give chocolates to their friends and loved one. Doesn't that work in your world?

My MC /OC /YUU: Actually, no. Valentine's Day is only a day for couples, at least that's how it is in my country but I know that in Japan, another country, it works the same as Twisted Wonderland. But if you really want chocolates, I can make some for you, that makes me happy! I'm only sorry I didn't give them to you on the right date ...

Riddle: Don't bother if you don't want to, MC!

My MC /OC /YUU: I really don't mind, I would only need to borrow the kitchens from Heatslabyul. That of Ramshackle is not sufficiently equipped or even in good condition to work in good conditions. Dust is falling from the ceiling all the time, I wouldn't want that to end up in the preparation.

Trey: It works, come see me after class when you finish I'll give you the keys to the kitchen.

* Later that day, in Heatslabyul's kitchen *

My MC /OC /YUU: Well let's see ... Rose and violet chocolates are for Riddle. The orange and blood citrus ones are for Trey. The spicy beef and chicken mini skewers are for Cater. Ace has his pastry cream strawberries. Deuce to his red berry and chocolate pancakes. Leona ... Her filet mignon meal basket with sweet and salty honey. Ruggie his donuts and donuts are ready, all they need to do is garnish and fill them. Jack doesn't like things that are too sweet or unhealthy ... so a mango and coconut sorbet. Azul pays close attention to her figure, so poached pears in honey. Jade un Canteloupe and blueberries with green tea and lime. Floyd strawberry chocolates in the shape of shrimp and sea animals. Kalim and Jamil hot chili chocolates and rhubarb and date jam that they can put on homemade brioche toast. Vil, Rook and Epel fresh fruit salad, French pancakes with rum and apple clafoutis. Idia ... chocolate and peanut butter pop cake with a Bubble Tea with tapioca pearls and mango and candies for Ortho. Malleus popsicles in the shape of a gargoyle and a bouquet of chocolate in the shape of roses, Lilia macaroons with mint and vanilla in the shape of a bat, Sebek ... A mini figurine of Malleus in dark chocolate and food coloring, for Silver it will be passion fruit Pasteis De Nata. And Grimm ... Squid with seafood and vegetables. Lord! I've never cooked for so many people! I'll put it all in the fridge and go home!

* My MC /OC /YUU coming home exhausted *

My MC /OC /YUU collapsing on Ramshackle's living room couch: Lord! I am so tired!

Grimm: Your hands smell full of delicious smells! Am I going to have some too?

My MC /OC /YUU: * Smells his hands and grimaces * Ugh! It especially smells like chocolate fish! It makes me sick ... I'm coming back I'll try to make this smell available, by all the gods ...

* Grimm who decides to wait for him while eating another packet of chocolate intended for MC *

Grimm: * Starts at coughed, disgusted * Yuck! These taste too weird !!

My MC /OC /YUU who comes back with his hands washed aggressively: You make a funny face, what's happening to you?

Grimm: These chocolates are too weird, I don't like them.

My MC /OC /YUU : Let me see? * Frowns and takes a chocolate to eat it * * Chew gently * Hmm ... it's true they have a weird aftertaste ... I feel weird ... M-My head spinning ... I can't feel my legs anymore ... * Fainted on the ground *

Grimm: Nyah! MC! Don't move, I'll get help!

* A few hours after taking MC to the infirmary, the strange chocolates were analyzed and an emergency meeting of the leaders and vice-dormitory leaders be given *

Professor Crewel: The results are clear ... The chocolates contained a love potion prepared in the most mediocre manner I have ever seen. So this has the effect on the Prefect of Ramshackle that she is falling into a deep sleep.

Kalim, with tears in his eyes: Is there no cure ?!

Crewel: Yes.

Leona, hiding her concern with aggression: And ?!

Crowley: The only solution for my dear MC to wake up is the ... The kiss of true love ...

Azul: I thought it only existed in children's books .. What if it doesn't work? How is it supposed to work?

Trein: That's the problem. The person kissing MC must be the person they love.

Ace who holds Grimm in his arms because the poor thing is absolutely devastated: Does MC at least love someone ?!

Jade: You are his closest friends, you should know that.

Deuce: MC never talks to us about that kind of thing and neither do we, she says all the time that it's her private life and that it's none of our business .... Oh MC ...

Jamil: Grimm, do you know?

Grimm who sniffs and holds back his tears: NOOooOoo ...!

Ace: Don't worry Grimm, we'll find the person who did this to her and she better be sorry for even entering this school.

Azul: Floyd will certainly be happy to help you find him, he has a special affection for MC.

Riddle: You can count on us too! We will make him regret acting in a manner so disrespectful and dangerous towards MC and the school rules!

Crowley: Come on gentlemen, let's try to act in a neutral and professional manner * Whisper to himself * If I find this little fool I'll be happy to kick him out of this school forever!

Malleus: If you let me deal with this man's case personally, I can assure you that he will never return to this school. Because he won't have any legs at all.

Idia: I'm still going to do some research approach to find out if there are no other solutions with MC!

Ortho: Big Bro, you'll have to come and try to wake MC up with a kiss first.

Idia panics immediately: I- I don't think it will work w-with me! How could MC love a geek like m-me ?!

Ortho, happily: Don't devalue yourself, Big Bro ! You have all your chances!

Rook: Oui, Mon cher, you have every chance! MC must obviously have noticed your unique charm!

Ruggie: * Whispers mockingly * Ah that, to be unique, he is! Shishishishi!

Lilia: * Laugh slightly * Let's see if our dear Idia has the courage to come out of his den.

Vil: That's enough you two, what we're talking about is serious. It is not time for jokes!

Trey, whispering sadly to himself: And to think that a few hours ago MC and I were talking in the kitchen and cooking like nothing had happened ... She had put so much heart into her preparations...

* Everyone is gathered in the infirmary plus the rest of the boys *

Riddle who blushes a lot: So uh ... how do we do it? Are we in line?

Crewel: The best is if you all wait outside and come one by one to Miss MC. If either of you ever wakes her up, I think you both need to discuss it.

The boys went by one by one and finally ....

Twisted boy: Okay ... It's my turn. * Enter the infirmary and approach MC * Hi MC. I'm sorry to kiss you without your consent but ... we have no other solutions at this time. Please forgive me .. * Kiss her *

My MC /OC YUU: * Wakes up coughing very hard until spitting out a piece of half-melted chocolate * WHAT THE HELL ?!

Twisted boy: You're awake! * Hugs her *

My MC /OC /YUU: * hugs him back * What's going on ?!

Twisted boy: * Explain everything to her * That's why I kissed you. Aren't you angry?

My MC /OC /YUU: No, no! I understand that was the only solution, thank you for freeing me from the negligence of the fool who gave me these cursed chocolates!

* My MC /OC /YUU finally realizes what it means *

My MC /OC /YUU: So uh .. Yeah I love you I guess ... But if you don't feel anything for me I totally understand and we can stay like we are now! I promise not to make this awkward or weird!

Twisted boy: Actually, it's good because ... I also feel the same way but I didn't know how to tell you.

My MC /OC /YUU: ... So ... you wanna go on a date with me?

Twisted boy: I would love that!

* Grimm who goes into the infirmary like a cannonball *

Grimm: MC! YOU ARE ALIVE ! MY HANDMAN, YOU WON'T EAT ANY MORE WITHOUT I TASTING IT FIRST! * Hopped into MC's arms to give her a hug *

#Twisted Wonderland MC #Twisted Wonderland Yuu #Twisted Wonderland Grimm #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #disney twisted wonderland imagine #Disney twisted wonderland #Twisted Wonderland #Twst #twst x reader #Heatslabyul #Savanaclaw #Octavinelle #Scarabia #Pomefiore #Ignihyde #Diasomnia #Ramshackle #Night Raven College

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ironriverrp-archive · 3 years ago

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EVENT: LOVE DAY.

The City of Iron River is a big fan of the Valentine’s Day - a number of local places have events to support couples spending more time with each other. Over the years, they’ve moved away from traditional standards of Valentine’s day and into simply: Love Day. Love doesn’t have It’s never limited to just couples, as all love in all shapes, sizes, and orientations is to be cherished and respected. Iron River firmly believed that relationships are best cultivated with time and interest in each other, so if you don’t have a lover - don’t be afraid to grab a friend to take to some on these!

AROUND TOWN

EMBER is hosting a special where the couple could have a three course meal with tailored wine for each course. The couples have a choice of wood charred artichokes with a hummus spread and field greens for the first course. Filet Mignon, Scallops, Avocado Gnocchi with a Parmesan sauce are options for their main course. Dessert will be seasonal and sharable. Each course and meal is paired perfectly with a wine as well.

GRAPHITE is selling painting kits of an x-rated nature for couple to take home and spend time together with. The kit comes with different canvases, paints, and suggestions of what body parts to paint on each other to make the best art projects, as well as some steamy suggestions.

STEELDRIVER is hosting Texas Two Step and Swing dancing lessons. Instructor Betty, who is known almost famously on Instagram, is one of the best dancing coaches in the state, and she loves to teach couple how to dance and feel good with each other.

IRON RIVER STABLES is selling packages to take your favorite person on a romantic trail ride through their expansive grounds, with a personalized picnic basket and a map of some of the best spots on their grounds. Scenic places to stop with the horses include a river view, a beautiful wooded area, and the best shaded tree with a view of the grounds.

The Wiggins have opened THE WIGGINS ESTATE GREENHOUSE and decorated it with a trendy and definitely Instagram worthy photo opportunity for couple. Within the Greenhouse, there is a popup local winery will be providing wine and a charcuterie board for a nominal fee.

BONE AND PLAY is hosting Love Day for owners and their canines. There will be a fun photobooth, a few Love Day special beverages, and later in the evening there will be trivia.

IRONBEND RANCH will be hosting a drive in style movie theater night. Except, people will be asked to leave their cars and instead bring blankets, pillows, and snacks of their choosing to the field were they will project a rom com onto a screen. This event is perfect for families, who want to spend time together as well

BLIND DATE

The local booster club every year collects names and numbers and some other data of local singles, and with a small donation, they’ll match you with another single in the area and pass along the information. They tout having some data based upon science and a few personality traits, but there have been rumors that Mrs. Peabody, famous town gossip and entirely over involved in the citizen’s lives is the one who selects the dates.

Ben Blake <-> Defne Simsek

Isabel del Marco <-> Zayan Kamal

Sabiha Yazici <-> Julian Delgado

Asher Mason <-> Birdie Hayes

Ed Sanchez <-> Maggie Kennedy

Selin Turan <-> Ashland James

Hudson Sweeney <-> Naija Wiggins

Myra Malik <-> Taner Yazici

Mason Collins <-> Nisa Yazici

Raina Mirza <-> Natalie Tate

Teddy Che <-> Charlotte Jackson

Maya Lee <-> Bex Bailey

Duvan Falco <-> Addie Wiggins

OOC INFORMATION.

Participation is optional. Feel free to utilize the locations and blind dates as an opportunity to write threads. Please post your characters outfits under the tag #ironriverloveday so we can see what your character is wearing.

#ironriverevent

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wilted3sunflowers · 4 years ago

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characters made for @oznitus dorm, ling already knows Mara but now they also get to meet the new group on the block

They all hail from The Emerald Plains

Mara Malice Species: human Inspired by: Madam Morrible Height: 5′7″ Age: 21 Favorite Food: salt water taffy Hated Food: Corn [popcorn is the only corn allowed] Fun Fact: Would have been part an important family but her father ran off with his “true love” in poverty instead of just marrying who he was arranged with. Mara doesn’t know this. Unique Magic: The Fates Design She can set the goal and things will fall into place, if its further into the future or a very hard to accomplish goal it will take a lot of magic, and even saps magic from her a bit for each day as fate gets rolling into place like she wanted. so shes not seen doing a lot of magic, especially if she has plans going on behind the scenes. Most don’t know her unique magic.

A teachers assistant that typically while helping grade and work on other things is stationed in Oznitus. Kind of like a baby sitter but not that Crowley would say that. She’s actually earned the nickname ‘mama’ from some more ornery students. As her first year being a teachers assistant she kind of wants to put the best example forward and typically will just say white lies.

“Oh no, Trien sir, i just passed those students in the library. Are you sure that it was them you saw? Come, let’s talk this out, i’d love to help you solve this mystery” taking his arm and leading him off meanwhile the students in question hiding under her desk or throughout the room just out of sight. Actually has grown close friends with the main Oznitus trio, especially Mika who she talks a lot more casually with and interacting more with him like a best friend especially when off the clock so to say. Gets along well with Evett and Theo too. Mika started a joke of telling the first years to call Mara and Evett ‘Mama’ and ‘Pops’ because they can be quite the more paternal of them trying to keep everyone in line and orderly

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Viridian Hunter Species: Human Inspired by: The gate keeper Height: 5′1″ Favorite Food: Filet Mignon Hated Food: Chocolate covered Cherries Year: 2nd Age: 18 Class: 2-D Best Subject: Summoning Club: Light Music - he feels remiss they don’t actually practice their instruments much and a lot of it is just ‘socializing’ Fun Fact: Thinks women are amazing, it’s a common thought from the Emerald plains that the women are the more highly regarded ones. Typically better at magic than the others Though has that actually been put to the test? Where are those stats? How did they test the magic? Seems a bit of just another one of Viridian’s biases Unique Magic: Lock and Key He can make anything un-openable but also he can just as easily open anything he wishes with a magic formed skeleton key. He usually can’t open things enchanted though. he’s trying to see if he can though, he wants to see if he can eventually get to that level.

Met Tsavorite while very young and actually was an orphan the family took in and while they technically adopted him it was very clear he was more of a live in friend because Tsavorite wanted him around. Playing a lot of dress up, playing fun games, telling Viridian to break some rules that were in place that usually would get Viridian so worried and wound up but bending to Tsavorites will to do as she asked and if he got caught Tsavorite would just coolly say “ I told him to.” and that was the end of the conversation. She has surprised him by saying this when he was caught once actually trying to sneak seconds in the middle of the night because he didn’t eat much that day from playing all day with Tsavorite. They sat there in the kitchen with Tsavorite eating with him after the staff made something fresh. It’s one of his most appreciated memories.

He admires Tsavorite greatly and does anything she asks of him. To him Tsavorite can’t do wrong, he knows rules, he knows morallly that some of the things she does do....isn’t the best. But rules don’t apply to Tsavorite. He learned that one early on.

He is more akin to a butler and handmaiden for Tsavorite, picking out outfits, getting them clean, making appointments, doing Tsavorites hair, he even bathes her as if she was a genuine princess that gets pampered. Though Berenice was the one to point out that was a bit ‘odd’ before Tsavorite hushed her and told her she could do it if she found it so ‘odd’ which had Berenice not saying another word on the matter.

Viridian is slightly jealous of the fact Berenice seems to be the favorite, though he does sometimes wonder if it’s actual favoritism considering Berenice does get called ‘Little Kitten’ and petted often as if she was an actual pet and more closely scrutinized by Tsavorite if shes not groomed to the usual expectation and wearing what she told her to. Though he often shrugs this thought off to the back of his mind. After all he was Tsavorites doll first before Berenice came into the picture. Tsavorite cares about those close to her, even if she shows it in...odd ways. He’s sure of it.

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Tsavorite Diona Proserpine Species: Human ( ? ) has some fae blood in her Inspired by: The Emerald City Height: 6′ 6″ Favorite Food: Green Apple slices with Caramel Hated Food: Tapioca Pudding Year: 2nd Age: 19 Class: 2-E Best Subject: Magic Practice Club: Gargoyle research facility Fun Fact: Doesn’t yet know how to genuinely interact with people on a personable level, even those closest to her don’t get the full her and her emotions she keeps locked tight. Kind of considers those closest to her more like pets or toys with appreciation but it feels there’s not actual thought of them as their own free willed people. She needs to work on this. Unique Magic: Emerald Spires Creating dazzling green stone columns and working more and more each day to forming them into other shapes and see how far she can stretch them. She has successfully been able to make walls which, if you think about it, is just a horizontal column...kind of.

Tsavorite Proserpine. A name that strikes fear into those of the Emerald Plains. Those who are smart enough to know who really runs the capital. Coming from a long family who’s said to even started the capital base of the Emerald Plains. Born with a Silver spoon in her mouth and treated more like royalty than just simply someone rich due to the power of both financials and magic prowess her and her family possesses. What Tsavorite wants, Tsavorite gets.

She knows money and power get you everything and connections are how you strengthen keeping your station. She very much lives by the ‘Keep your enemies close’ rule but it should be no shock that Berenice and Viridian are the closest to her. While it may seem that she treats them as lackeys, those who actually have seen Tsavorite interacting with general working class staff and those who she’s not close to that Viridian and Berenice are obviously more favored by her with more ‘niceties’ given to them.

Viridian is the one trusted fully to handle her appointments, her outfits, keeping everything organized and in place. He’s trusted enough that she knows he could never do anything of his free volition that would come at her. If something caused him to turn on her, she would no doubt know it was a fake or a spell that caused something like that to change

Berenice she finds simply adorable, such a predator, such a beauty, Berenice has a lot of physical power but she’s just such a lap cat, its where she should be is what Tsavorite thinks of her. A powerful girl by her side, dressed looking cute how she likes. She thinks the meekness she can have is cute but finds her unique magic the most interesting aspect of her. Such contradictions in Berenice. It’s fun. She doesn’t fully trust Berenice though. Not yet. Not on Viridians level.

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Berenice Kelly Lemongrass Species: Lion beast folk Inspired by: The cowardly lion Height: 5′10″ Favorite Food: Seared Ahi Tuna Hated Food: granola bars Year: 2nd Age: 19 Class: 2-B Best Subject: Flying skills Club: Basketball Fun Fact: doesn’t originally hail from The Emerald Plains, her family moved there when she was 12 Unique Magic: Trapped Her magic inflicts psychological damage trapping people in their minds for a short period of time with fears and horrible memories coming back to eat at them. Rarely used longer than a few minutes, if used longer the victim will pass out, if used too long...they might not be the same person they were at the start. But she hasn’t used it that long and doesn’t know what might happen.

The supposed Bodyguard of Lady Tsavorite and while she is strong she’s just...not cut out for being that intimidating or strong willed. Often more easily curling in on herself and doing whats told of her. Lady Tsavorite personally decided she’d be her ‘bodyguard’ even if her magic is more impressive than Berenice’s and can go on much longer using it than Berenice as well. Berenice does have genuine power and strength and does her best to keep it up.

Lady Tsavorite typically calls Berenice pet names, but immediately shuts down others who try saying any pet name to Berenice. Her favorite to use is usually “Little Kitten”. It was Lady Tsavorite who chose how she gets her hair down and expressed to her to wear those cute bows and make up as well and what Lady Tsavorite says, goes.

Berenice thinks Viridian is the favorite, Lady Tsavorite doesn’t snap at him for his outfits or make up but then again...he’s never out of proper attire or looking ‘sloppy’ or ‘messy’ but also she wonders just how close two people can be. She’d consider them the closest people two can be platonically really that it’s almost admirable but she can’t feel at ease with Lady Tsavorites behaviors sometimes. While its nice having her head pat and ears scratched always needing to be dressed to her standards is kind of tiresome and does get her worried to being a rough around the edges as she can be sometimes as she likes to run and honestly she has a little bit of dramatic flair and has tried out for theatre. She’s quite good at getting into dramatic proses.

#oznitus #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #my art #twisted oc #twst oc #twisted wonderland oznitus #mara malice #Viridian Hunter #berenice lemongrass #tsavorite proserpine #tsavorite needs to be a better person #viridian needs to stop being a tool for tsavorite #berenice well she can do better

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hemaris · 5 years ago

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Hello I love your penumbra art and I showed some to my friend who finally started listening to Juno Steel and she said that she's been enjoying penumbra fanart but keeps on seeing fantastic Peter designs and then having to ask where his pockets are. This is not at all a criticism I just needed to share the thought because now I'm wondering too

OKAY THAT IS A GREAT QUESTION so here’s a trio of highly unlikely options for your consideration (put into fic format by someone who has little to no experience writing fic and is, to be completely honest, miles outside of their comfort zone):

nureyev’s pockets contain a - for the lack of a better word - pocket dimension

“You’re full of shit, Steel,” Vespa says. “If you wanna brag about sticking your hands down the thief’s pants, go find someone else to do it to.”

And really, Juno has been at the business end of Vespa’s blade before, but twice in one morning is probably a new record. He bristles. “Okay, first of all, would it really kill you to not wave your knife at me every single time we’re in a room together? Can’t we have one conversation where this doesn’t happen?”

“You started it! You got your finger all up in my face!”

“Yeah, well, my finger doesn’t have a long and celebrated history of gutting people when-”

“Keep it civil, sweethearts,” Buddy says from the other side from their makeshift recreation room, where she and Jet are playing a game Juno has never heard of involving a set of oddly shaped dice, some old Uno cards, and, inexplicably, a pineapple. Vespa moves to sheathe the knife, but makes a whole show out of doing it without averting her icy stare for even a split second. Juno has to suppress the fleeting urge to do something petty and potentially life-threatening, like sticking out his tongue at her.

“Second of all,” he continues, his voice only slightly lowered, “you asked! You asked me about Ransom’s - about his pocket situation, I’m just telling you what I know. And for the record, I never said anything about anyone’s pants. Or where I’m sticking my hands. Or, you know, whatever. Shut up.”

Vespa still hasn’t broken eye contact. “No, Steel,” she says, “I asked you how the thief managed to get an entire cupboard worth of Ming dynasty porcelain off of Titan and onto our ship. What you’re telling me is that he has magical mega pockets that are bigger on the inside, which isn’t a thing.”

“That’s what I used to think about teleportation, and mind reading, but here we are.” The truth is that the porcelain thing is a mystery to Juno as well. He has asked Nureyev, of course, but all he got in response was a that’s for me to know and for you to figure out, isn’t it, detective, which is more than a little annoying. “All I’m saying is that it could be an option. Don’t rule it out just yet.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Vespa says. “Ask him to pull, I don’t know, a live rabbit out of his breast pocket, and maybe I’ll buy into it.”

Juno has to roll his eye at that, and immediatey realizes he’s lost their little staring match. Not that it matters - the odds were stacked against him from the get-go anyway, with Vespa having a whole extra eye to look pissed off with. “Fine, whatever. But just for the record - have you seen a rabbit lately? Because I can guarantee you those things won’t go down or come out of anyone’s pocket willingly, regardless of pocket size.”

It might be a trick of the light, but for a brief moment, he thinks he sees the corner of Vespa’s mouth quirk up just a little.

a strategy once used by juno himself: Just Put It In Your Mouth! it’s mother nature’s built-in pocket!

“Uh oh,” Nureyev says once Rita has successfully hacked the giant metal door to slam shut behind them and they’ve skidded to a halt. He tentatively presses a hand to his throat.

“What- are you-“ Juno wheezes from where he’s doubled over, "Are you okay? They didn’t hit you, right?”

Nureyev makes a dismissive fluttery motion with his free hand. “Nothing of the sort.”

Juno squints at him, giving him a once-over, and seems to sag with relief once he sees Nureyev is not actively bleeding. It’s a little bit endearing, Nureyev thinks. “Okay, whew, good,” he says. “So then - what’s the ‘uh oh’ for? We got the blueprints, we-”

“Let’s say,” Nureyev interrupts him, “hypothetically speaking, that there was some ancient and priceless treasure in the vault we took the blueprints from.”

“That’s not really a hypothetical,” Juno says. “There was enough old Earth monarchy junk in there to bedazzle the entire Carte Blanche with.”

"Right. And now let’s say, once again purely hypothetically,” Nureyev continues, “that someone with only the noblest of intentions noticed the Koh-I-Noor diamond among that treasure, and that that someone decided to free it from the monstrously tacky diadem contraption it was stuck onto, because it’s a waste for something like that to be gathering dust in a vault.”

“You know,” Juno says warily, “I’m not sure I like where this is going.”

“The problem is that this outfit, while very stealthy, does not provide a great amount of secure pocket space, so i had to improvise.”

“Oh no,” Juno says.

“So I put it in my mouth, but then the guards arrived and while we were running I-”

“Oh no,” Juno repeats, a little louder this time. “Ransom, you - did you eat the Koh-I-Noor?”

“I accidentally swallowed the Koh-I-Noor, there’s a difference-”

“You ate it. You- Ransom, who would even-”

“Who would even what, Juno” Nureyev interrupts him, “There’s this old saying, something about a pot and a kettle, I believe.”

Juno’s comms crackle to life. “RIGHT,” Rita chirps loudly, “I know the both of you are very busy talkin’ about who ate a conifer and why - and i’m not judgin’, mista Ransom, you eat your greens however you wanna! That’s what my mom told me that time I dipped my green beans in marshmallow fluff - which I wouldn’t recommend, by the way, at least not with the beans, it was a WHOLE mess. Maybe with some broccoli, though, or baby carrots, or - anyway, what I was gonna say is they’re about to crack this door open, so I’m just thinkin’, maybe now isn’t the best time for this conversation?”

“He didn’t eat a conifer, Rita, it’s - actually, don’t worry about it,” Juno says. “Let’s get moving. I’m sure Vespa can figure something out to make you hurl the thing up again. But for the record, Ransom, don’t expect me to ever let you hear the end of this.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Nureyev replies. Juno grins a little, crooked and pretty, and Nureyev’s stomach almost somersaults enough to throw the stupid diamond out.

and lastly - why use your own pockets when you can use someone else’s?

“Nureyev,” Juno says against his neck, “can I ask you something?”

They’ve folded themselves onto Nureyev’s cot, neither of them up for more than just lazing around. Nureyev has been trying to study some floor plans for the last twenty minutes, but if he’s being honest with himself, he has no idea what building, owned by what person, built on which planet in whatever system he’s been looking at. He’s mostly been lost in thought, only grounded by the weight and warmth of Juno pressed against his side. He had thought the lady asleep until now.

It’s a little ridiculous, the effect his own name being spoken by Juno Steel has on him. He’s fairly sure that with Juno this close, he should be able to feel the shiver it sends down his spine, pick up on the stutter in his pulse. It’s okay if he does, he tries to tell himself, it’s okay, it’s only Juno - but at the same time Juno is infinitely, immeasurably more than 'only Juno’ to him.

“Of course,” he replies. “Anything, anytime.”

Juno hums. “Earlier, when we got back from the media bigwig backstabbing competition-”

“It was an award show, dear Juno.”

“I said what I said. Anyway, when we got back, there was something in my pocket that I definitely didn’t put there myself.”

Oh.

“A flash drive,” Juno continues, “that had the name ’M. Valderrama’ engraved into it. And a crazy amount of plastic rhinestones glued to it, but that’s not the point. I didn’t wanna risk it containing a virus and blowing up the ship, so I didn’t plug it into anything. But I did do my research, so I know Mignon Valderrama was at the backstabbing- I mean, the award show, and is the acclaimed director of titles such as ’The Notebook Part 44: This Time They’re All Ancient Mercurians’, the entire ’Ultra Magma Tsunami’ franchise, and the upcoming-”

“The upcoming blockbuster ’Cerebral Cephalopods: Rise of the Mathematician Octopi’,” Nureyev finishes.

Juno shifts against him. "Yeah, that’s the one. Didn’t know you were a fan.”

“Oh, I’m not,” Nureyev replies airily.

“Still,” Juno says, propping himself up on an elbow. “I have to wonder. How and why did mx. Valderrama’s flash drive, rhinestones and all, end up in my pocket?”

“Hmm. Would you believe me if I told you mx. Valderrama tripped, and the drive flew out of their pocket and into yours?”

Juno shakes his head. “C'mon, Nureyev.”

And for a moment, he hesitates. It’s not the best of stories. There’s no real noble, for-the-greater-good, Robin Hood-esque reason for him stealing the drive. He didn’t do it for the challenge, either - Valderrama might as well have presented it to him on a silver platter. Sure, he could make something up, spin a tale, make it sound big and impressive and sensible. But despite the alarm bells going off in his mind, he also thinks it might not be so bad to tell the truth, to bare his throat to Juno just a little. Of course, his own voice echoes, anything, anytime.

He sighs. “I might not be a fan, but I believe your secretary is. She’s been talking about those Magma Tsunami movies for days. They are horrible, by the way - she made me sit through two of them and I can’t believe I’m never getting those four hours of my life back. Valderrama should be liable for damages to my psyche. The drive, as you probably guessed, contains what I’m pretty sure is the final cut for whatever that octopus movie is supposed to be, so I snatched it up for her. My dress didn’t have any pockets, so I slipped it into one of yours. I must have forgotten to slip it out again.”

Juno frowns. “Wait - Rita? Did she ask you to? Because at this point i’m pretty sure she could hack into the studio’s servers in a heartbeat, and rip the whole thing-”

“She didn’t ask,” Nureyev says. “It was kind of a spur-of-the-moment thing. But she wouldn’t have been able to get her hands on this by hacking. Valderrama is famously paranoid about leaks. All of their works-in-progress are stored on only a handful of physical drives until the day of release. One of the drives goes into a vault with a nightmarishly difficult analogue lock, one goes to the executive producer, and Valderrama keeps one of them on their person at all times. I saw my chance, so I took it.”

“Huh,” Juno says, “that's… that’s kind of sweet of you, actually.” He prods Nureyev in the chest with a finger. “And very illegal, and you shouldn’t do it again. But still. That's… yeah. That’s sweet. She’s gonna be over the moon.”

That’s what he’d been hoping for. He smiles, shrugging a little. “We’re space pirates, Juno. Most of what we do is illegal. We got into the award party illegally, and for illegal reasons. Valderramma will make their billions with or without that drive. It’s just-” he sighs again, raking a hand through his hair. “Rita is very important to you, which - which makes her very important to me. She’s been there for you all these years, and she’s never been anything but kind to me either. I’m not trying to buy her friendship or her appreciation, I suppose I just… think she deserves something nice, especially if that something is within arm’s reach anyway. Even if that something is a movie about hyperintelligent squids taking over Mars’ moons.” He lets his head fall back into the pillows. “I know that might sound a little foolish.”

Juno leans into him a little more, cupping Nureyev’s jaw in his warm hand, looking a little bit puzzled and a lot fond. “I’m pretty sure you already know that I love your particular brand of foolish,” he says after a second.

And before Nureyev has the chance to think about what that means for too long, Juno is kissing him, wiping any semblance of thought from his mind.

#the penumbra podcast #i have no excuse for this i literally just kinda slipped into a fugue state on the bus and wrote tgis #I'M... NOT A WRITER... and i'm already lowkey embarrassed but! whatever!

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let-me-love-you-loki · 4 years ago

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The Christmas that Wasn’t-Ch. 5

A/N: Written with the wonderful, amazing @mox-made-me-do-it. Please forgive us. This chapter is LONG.

Chapter 5: Everyone

Leigh

“Did you see how Kenny was looking at you?” Allie asked as we stood in the bathroom getting ready for dinner with the buys. Each of us had our own mirror and sink, but habit had us sharing one. She grinned at me in the mirror while she took her time wrapping my hair around her curling wand.

I dusted finishing powder over my cheeks and glanced into her hazel eyes. She’d already done her hair. As soon as she was done with mine, I’d get to work on her makeup. For a moment, it felt like we were still in college, sharing a room in the Zeta Tau house.

“It was shock. That’s all it was,” I replied.

She rolled her eyes. “Leelee, that man looked like he was going to fall straight over the rail when you took off that robe. His eyes were going to pop out of his head.” Allie put the curling wand down on its mat and ran her hands through the curls, separating them and pinning them into a tumble of red down my back. “And he’s going to die when he sees you tonight. If he isn’t speechless, I’ll eat that makeup sponge.”

I laughed and took a look at Allie’s handiwork, turning my head from one side to the other. The natural-looking curls fell down toward the center of my back. “You are a magician, Als.”

Her lips pressed against my temple. “Because I’ve got an amazing subject. Now get up so you can do my makeup.”

I stood and let her take the seat. She tipped her head up and batted her eyes at me. I grinned. “I wish I had your skin, Allie. You hardly need makeup at all.”

“You’ve said that since college,” she replied. “I’m surprised you haven’t murdered me and stolen it yet.”

“Why do you think we’re here…”

We fell into giggles as I did her makeup. She really was one of those girls who was gifted with perpetually perfect skin. I couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a pimple. I suppose that’s why I got so good at doing makeup—I had a lot of imperfections to cover up.

Once we finished with hair and makeup, we sat cross-legged on the big bed, the plate of fruit between us and the champagne on the nightstand. We each had a glass in hand, staring out the is-it-really-there window at the water as the sun began to sink behind the mountain. I wondered if she could hear my heart beating like a drum in my chest.

“This wasn’t the plan,” I said with a nervous grin, sipping my glass.

Allie leaned back against the pillows, smiling with a little more confidence. “Nothing ever goes to plan, Leelee. You should know that by now.”

I shrugged and looked at my phone. “It’s almost time. I suppose we should get dressed.”

We hopped off the bed and walked into the closet for our bags. Once we’d pulled ourselves away from the guys on the deck, we went through our bags, found our dress outfits, and hung them up to get the wrinkles out. I opened the closet and grinned.

“I absolutely love this dress,” I said, pulling Allie’s outfit from the closet and holding it out to her. It was a wine red off-shoulder minidress with a wide V-shaped drape that hung down from the neckline. She had the courage and the coloring to wear it. It looked great with her blonde hair.

She took the dress and turned in a circle, holding the dress up against her before slipping into the bathroom to change. I rolled my eyes. It wasn’t like we hadn’t been naked in front of each other before. My heart started to pound a little harder as I slipped on my royal blue floral wrap dress. It tied in a knot on left ribs, and had tied ribbons on the three-quarter sleeves. I actually felt pretty in it.

I slipped on a pair of sandals and picked up my travel purse from the counter. Allie was already waiting for me in the living room of the bungalow. I grinned and followed her to the door. As soon as she pulled it shut, I reached for her hand. She threaded her fingers with mine and we started down the pier toward the gazebo hand in hand. It was visible at the end of the pier, the bannisters and posts wrapped in fairy lights.

A table had been set up in the center of the gazebo, set with places for four. The benches around the edges had been draped in flowers. And standing at the entrance—in tennis shoes, gym shorts, and muscle tank tops—were Adam and Kenny.

Allie and I looked at one another, grinning as we realized we were really overdressed.

Allie

The boys stood side-by-side, their arms crossed over their chests. As soon as they saw us, they looked at one another sheepishly. “Oh my goodness, y'all,” I exclaimed, looking at the flowers that spilled over the gazebo benches. I could hear my Alabama accent showing through the excitement. “You guys are just too much. Look at all these flowers!”

Adam and Kenny stood there in shock. I grinned softly and pulled Leigh toward the table, squeezing past the boys. As we passed by, I could sense them giving us the once over.

“We should have dressed up, Hangman,” Kenny said as he slipped into place to hold out a chair for Leigh. “We aren't dressed to receive the beauty before us.”

Adam quickly followed behind, pulling out a chair for me. “You, sir, are one hundred percent correct. These lovely ladies are incredibly out of our league.” He grinned, blue eyes sparkling. “Hopefully, they won't hold it against us.”

Leigh bumped me in the shoulder and laughed. “Basketball shorts and muscle shirts are a good look on you guys. Trust me… we don’t mind.” I could feel my face turning beet red. She was right… I definitely didn’t mind the view of their beautifully muscled arms. It was easy to think about what I couldn’t see.

And I was certain Leigh was doing the exact same thing.

A server in the hotel uniform appeared as if on cue. We ordered drinks from the menu on the table—a Diet Coke for Kenny, Jack and Coke for Adam, and Malibu Cranberries for us—and spent a moment or two looking at our food options. But dinner was an easy decision—bacon wrapped filet mignon with mashed sweet potatoes and asparagus—all around. While we waited, we made small talk about what lead us to Bora Bora.

“I still can't believe you guys upgraded your reservation just to be close to us. You know that's insane, right?” I teased with a smile and a wink to Adam.

“Well, we heard honeymoon suite and all-inclusive, and we were intrigued. Do you two usually get that when you go on vacation?” Adam asked, quirking an eyebrow as he smiled and laughed. He had his elbow on the table, drink in his hand, as he leaned forward to talk to us.

I sat there suddenly wishing that I were invisible. That the world to swallow me whole. How was I supposed to explain this and not burst into tears? Leigh reached over and took my hand when she saw the color fade from my face. Adam’s smile slipped quickly.

How do I explain this? I thought. Do I smile and laugh and play it off? Or do I let someone see me?

“Well, that's because this was supposed to be my honeymoon,” I said quietly, staring into the napkin laying in my lap. “I caught my ex in bed with my P.A. about a week ago and cancelled the wedding. Leelee was already on her way to L.A. for work and the wedding.”

I sat there quietly for a moment, not really knowing what to say. My friend squeezed my fingers and I felt a jolt of courage. “So, instead of a honeymoon, we decided a girls’ trip was the best way to escape reality for a little while. And since I already paid for the honeymoon suite, we thought, why not? Wouldn't be the first time we shared a bed.”

Leigh bumped me gently, resting her chin on my shoulder. “Als, you know as well as I do that Jon’s dumb ass didn’t deserve you anyway. Besides… you’re way hotter and more amazing than Renee could ever be, babes.”

“Hell yeah you are!” Adam chimed in quickly. “If he doesn't see that, it's his loss. Sounds like a real asshole to me. I mean, I've barely taken my eyes off of you since you boarded the plane.”

Kenny nodded in agreement with a kind smile. I had to admit that it was a rush to have someone think I was attractive. God knew Jon had flushed my self-esteem down the toilet. They were so nice and quickly changed the subject. “So, what do you ladies do for a living?” Kenny asked, leaning against the table and taking a drink of Diet Coke.

“Well, we own a film production company,” Leigh explained, giving me a moment to silence my thoughts. “It's kinda small, but we have some big things coming that we are really excited about.”

“Oh, yeah? Which one?” Adam queried. “Done anything we would have seen?”

“AlsLee Entertainment. I'm Als. She’s Lee,” I explained, feeling more in control of my emotions. “We are based out of North Carolina, but I work out of L.A. to be close to the talent pool. Leelee does the screenplays and location scouting. We’ve produced a couple TV shows out of Wilmington, but nothing that’s gotten beyond a season or two on the CW.”

Leigh told the story of freshman orientation, how we met and all the late nights we shared over a decade of friendship. “We never had eye candy like you two in school, though,” she said with grin. “Cowboy over there would have been a busy guy.” She shot a wink at him over her glass.

Adam grinned back and blushed just a little. He looked a little full of himself, and I had to admit it was adorable. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Kenny's jaw clench… I knew that look. Jealousy. I would have to talk to him later about that. Leigh was friendly, and she was a flirt, but I knew good and well that she really only had eyes for Kenny.

We all sat, ate, and laughed as night fell and the stars appeared in the skies. The drinks were flowing, and everything was so well. The four of us had demolished everything the server put in front of us. “Glad you ladies didn't listen to your sorority sisters about pregaming before a date,” Kenny said, blue eyes crinkling when he smiled at Leigh.

She looked away from him, fumbling with her napkin, turning redder than my dress. Just then, a different man in a hotel uniform approached our table.

“Good evening, ladies. My name is Marco.” He turned toward the guys. For a split second, his brows lifted. Then he schooled his features. “Good evening, sirs. I trust everything was to your satisfaction this evening?”

He seemed to be stuttering as he took in the sight of the boys looking like they had just come from the gym. He looked back at us, apologies written profusely in his eyes.

“Yeah, Marco, everything was perfect. Thank you so much,” Adam replied with a smile. He turned his attention from Marco to us, glancing briefly at Leigh before settling his eyes on me. “Scenery is pretty perfect too. Thanks for the recommendation.”

“Absolutely, Mr. Page. If I can be of any further assistance this evening, please don't hesitate to let me know.” I didn’t miss the wide-eyed glare Marco gave to the guys. “Ladies enjoy the rest of your night.”

“So, would anyone like to walk up to the main house and look around?” I proposed to the group. The guys stood and rushed around the table to pull out our chairs. “Maybe we can find some trouble to get into.”

“Well, Mango, I think that's a great idea,” Adam said bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck. “But, Ken, my friend, I think we need to change clothes. We can't be seen with these lovely ladies looking like this.” He gestured between the two of them, and Kenny nodded profusely.

Leigh looked at me and then down at her watch. “You have five minutes.”

They took off like a shot, almost tripping over each other.

Kenny

We were three steps from the door of our bungalow when Marco appeared out of nowhere. For some reason, I felt ashamed under his glare.

“Gentlemen,” he said, gesturing for us to lead the way into our bungalow. I glanced at Adam, who shrugged and went first. It was obvious that someone had been in the bungalow while we were gone. There was a rack of clothes in the living room. Clothes that were way better than anything we’d brought.

“I suggest, if you intend to woo those lovely ladies appropriately,” Marco said delicately, “that you look the part. I’ve taken the liberty of having some options brought in for you. I believe you’ll find everything in the correct size.”

Before we could respond, he dipped his head and was out of the bungalow. I walked over and pulled a shirt from the rack. Surprisingly, everything I saw was in the right size. But it was all…

“Look at this yacht club shit,” Adam said, holding out a pair of linen shorts like they were going to catch on fire.

“I get it,” I replied. “It’s not our normal stuff, but you’ve seen those girls out there, Hangman. We cannot go back out there with them looking like that and us looking like two goddamn beach bums.”

Adam rolled his eyes and grumbled, but he grabbed a couple shirts and some pants and went into the bathroom. I chose a pair of grey linen shorts and a polo and changed right there in the living room. There was a rack of shoes, too, but I tugged my tennis shoes back on. It didn’t look too bad.

And it was definitely better than how they’d seen us at dinner.

There was a knock on the door. “Five minutes are up,” Allie called through the wood.

“Coming!” I yelled a few seconds before opening the door.

Allie gave me a quick head to toe and nodded as if I’d passed inspection. “Good, I wanted to talk to you.”

I felt my brows knit together. “About what?”

She looked back over her shoulder. Leigh stood with her back to us. I was almost immediately entranced by the way the breeze danced through her hair and fluttered the fabric of her dress. It felt like my heart had just stopped in my chest.

“There’s something you need to know about Leigh. She’s fun and friendly and flirt… with her friends. Trust me, she isn’t interested in Adam. You don’t have to worry.” So she’d seen that at dinner. “Leigh likes you… a lot. And she’s nervous. Ask her to go for a walk on the beach.”

It felt like a knot loosened behind my ribs. I grinned at her. “I thought we were getting into trouble in the main lodge?”

“Go on,” Allie whispered, nudging me toward Leigh. I stumbled over, my heart thundering blood through my veins. Her red hair was like fire in the twinkling lights of the gazebo. My breath caught in my chest. I’d never been so nervous.

“Leigh…” I stepped up beside her and ran my hand over my face, scratching at my few days’ growth. She was so beautiful, and she looked so pretty in that dress. I cleared my throat and tried again. “Would you like to take a walk down to the beach with me?”

She looked up at me with her moss colored eyes. I had the urge to pull her into my arms. She smiled and I thought I was going to die.

For a moment, she looked over my shoulder. I knew she was searching for Allie. “I’d like that,” she said quietly. Her cheeks went pink as she pushed away from the rail.

We walked side by side down the pier toward the beach. The ever-present sound of the ocean drowned out the creak of the wood beneath our feet, and I knew in that moment that I would always associate the ocean with Leigh Keene. No matter where she went, where I went… she would be with me.

I stepped off into the scrub grass and reached my hand out toward her. She licked her hips and ran her fingertips up her cheekbone to tuck her hair behind her ears as she settled her fingers in my palm. A shock ran down my spine as I closed my hand around hers as she stepped down into the grass.

“You look nice,” she said, a small smile curling her mouth.

I chuckled. “Marco figured we needed… ah… help.”

She nodded as if that solved everything and slipped off her sandals. They dangled in her fingertips as she walked into the sand. I tucked my hands into my pockets and fell into step beside her. The ground shifted and sank beneath our feet as we trekked toward the water lapping up against the beach.

“So a production company?” I asked after a few minutes of silence.

She turned, looking at me over the curve of her shoulder. “It was our dream in college. It’s hard, but it’s worth it.”

I breathed deep of the ocean air as she closed her eyes, tipping her face up toward the stars. She looked like a goddess just risen out of the sea. “What do you do, Kenny Omega?”

I stepped into the space next to her. Her eyes were still closed, and I took the time to memorize her face. She was so beautiful. “I’m a professional wrestler. Adam too.”

Leigh looked me over, head to toe, and nodded approvingly. “I can see it. You any good?”

“I think so,” I replied, laughing. Courage spiked in my chest. I reached for her, taking her hand, our fingers tangling together. She didn’t pull away, and I thanked my lucky stars. Her attention swept out to the water. “Are you okay?”

She took a breath. “Yes.” Her voice was soft, somehow present and distant at once. “I am now.”

There was something melancholy about the way she said it. Like it was a bittersweet yes. My heart skipped a beat.

“Leigh…” I pulled her closer, turning so she stood in front of me. The wind pushed locks of her hair across her face. My fingers shook as I tucked it behind her ear. My thumb traced the shape of her cheekbone; my fingers felt the shape of her jaw. “I barely know you, but I know that you are strong and intelligent. And you fiercely love Allie. Anyone who can’t see how wonderful you are…”

She halved the space between us. Her eyes were wide and bright, almost grey in the starlight. I could feel the heat radiating from her body. I could smell the perfume that made me think of dark, delicious things.

“I want to kiss you,” I said, the words tumbling out on their own. I wondered how she couldn’t see my heart jumping out of my chest. My fingers lingered on her skin, slipping down until I held her chin between my thumb and forefinger, tipping her face up. “I want to very much.”

The smile that settled on her lips made me feel like I could do anything. Her free hand rose and settled on my collarbone. I watched her bite her bottom lip and nod. She rose up on her toes and tightened her fingers against the collar of my shirt. Her eyes closed, lashes casting shadows on her cheeks. I leaned down, drinking in the sight of her just then. The moment our mouths met, my eyes drifted shut and the only thing in the universe was the feel of her against me and the taste of her lips.

It was brief and gentle with a ghost of hesitation beneath. I could taste the sharp notes of cranberry on her lips, and knew I would always remember this moment.

The kiss ended, both of us drawing back at the same time. We hovered there, mouths just out of reach of each other. Her nose brushed against mine. I felt rather than saw her smile, and I knew it matched the one I wore.

Adam

I came out of our bungalow to see Kenny and Allie whispering together, looking toward Leigh. I figured she was giving him some advice, because he crossed the pier and in the next minute, the two of them were walking away toward the beach.

“M'lady?" I asked, falling into the space beside her and holding out my arm for her to take. Allie's beautiful eyes were a bit greener in the soft lighting. I swore I could see the sadness behind her gorgeous smile.

“Well, bless your heart, cowboy.” Allie blushed as her arm snaked through mine.

“Ya know, I’m really glad we missed our original flight out of LAX. Ken was mad at me until you two walked onto the plane.” I let her set the pace as we walked. “Like seriously pissed. It was my fault—I was at the club lounge,” I admitted as we strolled along the pier toward the sound of music.

We walked in quiet for a while. I thought about her sad smile and felt my heart squeeze.

“I'm really sorry to hear about your ex. No one should have to go through that. But I am glad you and OJ decided to still take your trip. You ladies are much better company than a grumpy Kenny-san.”

She looked up at me, her brows raised. “Kenny-san? He doesn't look Japanese to me.” She walked toward a swing overlooking the beach. The driftwood poles were sunk deep in the beach, and two wooden plank seats were strung up with rope. She sat on the swing facing me, kicking her sandals off and dug her toes in the sand.

I leaned against the pole beside her and grinned. “Well, technically Kenny is actually Canadian, but we’ve worked in Japan a lot over the last several years. He’s got citizenship over there. Speaks fluently. It’s only been over the last year or so that we’ve been in the States a lot more,” I explained as I circled around behind her. I took hold of the ropes near the seat and pulled back a little. I let go and she swung forward and back like a pendulum. “How much do you know about the world of professional wrestling?”

“Like the Rock and John Cena?” she asked as I gave her another push. “So, you guys work for WWE?”

I got distracted watching her blonde hair blowing in the breeze. It was like the corn silk in late summer back home.

“Before they were movie guys they worked for WWE. We work for a newer company called All Elite Wrestling.” I explained how Kenny and I met in Japan, the Bullet Club and the rest of the Elite as I pushed her gently back and forth.

Then my heart skipped a beat when she jumped off mid-swing. Allie rounded on me, turning so fast she threw up sand.

“So… let me get this straight. You're a professional athlete, obviously smoking hot, not gay, and you’re single? And you like me?” she asked, puzzled.

I couldn't tell where she was heading with the question. I thought again of the sadness and the circumstances that led her to be right there in front of me. I smiled and nodded as she walked closer. Good Lord, my heart just dropped straight into my boots. She took my hand met my gaze with those green eyes like she was looking into my soul.

When she was satisfied with her search, she looked out over the night-dark water. She was so pretty. So beautiful that I couldn't take my eyes off her. I could watch her under the stars forever.

Then, out of the blue, she asked, “Have you ever seen anything so beautiful?”

I looked at the water. “It's alright, I guess.” She turned to look up at me like I was crazy and found me watching her. “You, Allie Mason, are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

We looked into each other's eyes for a moment. She was beautiful and breathtaking and so unique. I ached to touch her. It was a physical pain, this desire to touch her. Before I could stop myself, I pushed her long blonde hair behind her ear. My fingers lingered on the side of her neck.

Then our lips crashed together in the moonlight. There wasn’t any hesitation. No shyness. My fingers tangled in her hair. She threw her arms around my neck. I lifted her against me, fighting the urge to deepen the kiss. It took everything I had to pull back.

She let out a little giggle, her cheeks flushed. I took her hand and led the way over to the little bar on the beach. We ordered drinks and, before the bartender could shake a martini, we were joined by Ken and Leigh—both looking rather flushed themselves.

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purplesurveys · 4 years ago

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survey by bai-not-bae

1. Have you ever let out a fart so repulsive that all you wanted to do was walk away and leave yourself in the other room? Hahaha no. I find farting pretty icky, so I suppress mine all the time. But because my family and friends know what I feel about it, it also makes me an easy target so if anything, they’re the ones that let out the repulsive farts around me.

2. What is one thing you’ve done that you would never tell your grandmother about/want her to see? I mean obviously I hope she’d never have to walk in on me having sex. Also, she doesn’t have to know I’m an atheist; it would break her heart and I don’t want that. I’m still on the fence about coming out to her, but I feel like for the most part I can keep my love life hushed around her so I’m not too worried about this.

3. How many books could you read over the course of a month? Maybe five or a little more, if I only kept up my enthusiasm towards reading.

4. What is one quirk/habit that your significant other has that you find annoying, but you love them so much that you are capable of putting up with it? I don’t have a girlfriend anymore but when Gab and I were together, I didn’t really like how late she was to everything/moved slowly. Like whenever I picked her up from her dorm, I’d let her know I was about to arrive around 10 minutes before I actually do so that she had enough time to pack up and everything. She never really did pay attention to those reminders and often only packed her stuff once I arrived which...is one of my biggest pet peeves haha.

5. What’s the most unusual place you’ve been licked? Sometimes kisses have gotten clumsy and I’ve gotten licked on my gums or the space between my mouth and chin, which felt weird.

6. Can you think of something (other than Christmas morning) that makes you feel as though it’s like Christmas? My grandma’s filet mignon, since she only ever makes those for Christmas.

7. What was the last writing implement that you used? I think it was a purple pen.

8. What is your favorite type of bean? (baked, green, lima, etc) I never eat beans, actually.

9. Do you have a particular pasta shape that you prefer to eat over any others? Not really. I suppose I never paid attention. They’re all just pasta to me.

10. When was the last time you were heavily medicated, and why? The only time this happened was when I needed anaesthesia for my tooth extraction. Otherwise I’ve never been heavily medicated.

11. What genre of books do you read the most often? Nonfiction, so like history books and biographies.

12. Do you believe that everything that has cheese on it, is better with even more cheese? I’m not a crazy cheese person, but I suppose that statement still holds true. I’ve never complained about too much cheese.

13. Name a hobby that you have that might be seen as unusual to someone else. Making spreadsheets. I always try to find things to make spreadsheets for, even though I’ll never have to use or open them again once I’m done.

14. When was the last time you colored? Oh man, it’s been ages. I wanna say start of 2019. I did paint a few months ago, if that also counts as coloring.

15. What’s the highest number of movies you have sat through in one day? 5 – the entire Twilight series, ha.

16. What do you usually drink in the morning, with breakfast or when you first wake up? I fix myself a cup of coffee nearly every morning.

17. What’s the last thing that happened that “messed with your mojo?” (upset the rest of your day or threw a wrench in your plans) My period.

18. Did America make the right choice choosing Joe Biden as their president? He was definitely the better choice considering the other option, but I don’t worship him or anything. I’ll have to wait until January next year to figure out what I think of him.

19. How long do you think it will be before we don’t have to hear any of the following words: pandemic, coronavirus, mask, quarantine, lockdown Not anytime soon. Even once the pandemic is gone or if a vaccine is made, it will definitely continue to linger around for a while. I try not to get annoyed by it as tired as I am of the word ‘pandemic’ or ‘virus’ or ‘lockdown,’ because it’s not like I have a choice to filter out news or updates about it.

20. Would you prefer a house pet to have fur, feathers, or scales? Fur all the way.

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bisexual-in-every-gender · 4 years ago

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PHONE

What is the last game you played on your phone? Lovestruck.

What kind of phone do you have? Samsung Galaxy A60

Do you have it in a case? yep, it’s in a SpongeBob Squarepants case :)

Do you have a screen protector? no

Who is the last person you messaged? my wife

What’s the last app you downloaded? I don’t remember.

Who is the first contact in your phone? my little sister.

Do you give people personalized ringtones? nope

What percentage is your phone battery? 70%

Does your screen have any cracks? a really small one

LOOKS

What color is your hair? ginger (I dyed it red and the colour is fading)

How tall are you? 4′11″

Are you happy with the way you look right now? nah, I’m too fat and need to redye my hair

Describe your outfit: I’m wearing black flats, black jeans and a pale pink shirt with a unicorn on it

What makeup products are you wearing, if any? none.

What tattoos or piercings do you have? no piercings but I have 3 tattoos: a comic pug on my arm, a Christian tattoo on my shoulder and my wedding date inside the shape of Gibraltar where we got married on the underside of my arm. More are planned. :)

How would you describe your skin tone? pale.

Are your nails painted? no

What color eyes do you have? green

What is your favorite physical feature about yourself? my eyes, I guess.

OUTSIDE

Why were you last outside? Work.

What’s the last outdoors concert you went to? Nine Inch Nails.

Do you own a tent? no.

What’s the weather like today? quite chilly compared to how it is normally

Do you have distinctive seasons where you live? nah, only rainy season and dry season.

What is your favorite kind of tree? Palm trees <3

Are you allergic to any plants? yes, birch tree, larch tree and some other tree I forgot, lol

Did you play any outdoor sports in school? no

When’s the last time you got rained on? last Thursday.

Do you go to parks frequently? no.

FACEBOOK

Do you have your full birth name on there? I do have my full name on there but not my birth name since I married.

Describe your profile picture: I smile into the camera next to my wife

What’s the last notification you got? my wife commented on one of my pictures.

Do you ever upload videos? very rarely

How many friends do you have? 326

Who is the last person you added? my sister-in-law’s boyfriend.

Do you use Messenger a lot? nah

What is the last thing you posted/shared? a quiz

According to your Facebook memories, what did you post last year? no idea, can’t be bothered to check

What groups are you in? a few, mostly fan stuff

FOOD

What’s the last thing you ate? Filet Mignon

How about drank? water

Do you have plans for dinner tonight? we’re gonna cook :)

Do you have any food allergies? dairy

Are you on a diet? no.

What’s the last fast food place you went to? Outback Steakhouse

What foreign cuisines do you enjoy? Italian, Greek, Thai

What is your least favorite fruit? Durian, lol

How many meals have you had today, so far? One

What side dishes do you love? Any kind of potato

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disabled-queen-hc-blog · 5 years ago

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A vent piece about a not so talked about side of Autism and something I’m struggling with lately. Angsty.

John awoke to the lovely sound of his alarm clock softly singing the Adventures of Winnie the Pooh theme song. He couldn’t help but to smile and hum along as the lull of sleep faded away from his eyes.

He let it play it’s tune as he stretched out his limbs, an array of cracks and creaks echoing through the empty room. With a big yawn, he sat up and pressed a button on the alarm, shaped like the silly old bear’s head. John let out a content sigh, looking around his bed at all his stuffed animals strewn about chaotically. He wondered if they all slept well as he did.

With a bit of effort, he got out of bed and wobbled over to his bathroom, rubbing eyes and yawning some more. After a quick trip to the loo, he set out on washing his mouth. His toothbrush was bright pink with hello kitty on the handle. It wasn’t his first choice, but he was quite fond of the cat too. With a strawberry flavored toothpaste, mint tasting way too strong, he brushed his teeth, a task he didn’t like to do.

Spitting into the sink, he rinsed his mouth, his head bobbing back up into place. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Wrinkles on his forehead. Grey growing well past his temples. John quickly exited the bathroom, his stomach grumbling, hopefully from hunger and not embarrassment.

He put on his house slippers, Mickey Mouse of course, and hurried over to the kitchen, ready to prepare himself the same breakfast he’s had for nearly 40 years. Cheese on toast with a cup of milk. Even after decades, the staple food never grew old.

John sung Part of Your World quietly to himself as he slapped on a slice of cheddar onto the toast simmering in the pan, a smile tweaking at his lips. He found breakfast to be one of the high points of his day. It was the few parts of a regular day he had all to himself. No one to bother him. No expectations. Just him and his toys to keep him company until the afternoon. He laughed when his voice cracked at the climax of the song.

With a plate of warm toast and a cold cup of milk in hand, John went to the living room, setting everything down on the floor before turning on his telly. Saturday morning cartoons were on. He heavily preferred his Disney VHS’s to whatever the BBC was playing, but the cartoons weren’t half bad. Munching on his toast, he happily rocked as he watched.

It was 11am when the phone rang. John frowned, not wanting to set down his Legos. He was very much enjoying lining them up for the 4th time in a row. He was working with just the animal Legos this morning, something he didn’t do often.

Pouting, John got up to grab the phone, mumbling a somewhat pleasant “Hello?”

“Deacy!” an excited Roger screeched on the other end of the phone. John cringed at how loud the blond was.

“Oh, hi, Roger.”

“Mornin’ John! Hey, me and Brian were getting together this evening. There’s this new restaurant that just opened up. Imported wines. A live band. Sophisticated as all hell. You want to come?”

John’s nose crinkled up the more Roger talked. Nasty wine? Weird unpredictable food? Music he didn’t care for? And a suit and tie requirement? No thanks.

“That sounds stuffy,” John said honestly.

“You could use some stuffy in your life, mate. Come on. You can bring some of your fluffy friends if you’d like,” Roger said, a pleading lilt in his voice.

John shrugged to himself, a hand going into his hair to pull out a few strands, a nervous habit of his. “I don’t know. It sounds um…” Adult-y. “Like a lot for me, you know. Maybe we can do brunch or something soon.”

“Ah, alright, Deaks. Don’t say I didn’t invite you!” Roger said, disappointment in his tone, not that John would catch it. It wasn’t obvious enough because Roger expected that answer. John was never fond of refined things. Roger still tried after all these years.

“Yeah. Sorry. Bye bye, Rog.”

“Bye, John.”

John hung up, an anxious hand rubbing his chest. He tried to stop the bad thoughts that started to bubble in his head by throwing himself back into lining up his Legos, but it didn’t work.

He tried lining up his plushies on his bed, but the thoughts started to drip like cement into his chest.

He tried watching Snow White, but the thoughts began to feel like spider webs and char in his lungs.

He broke down, running into his bathroom, the quietest and darkest place in his house, slamming the door shut behind him.

Curled up on the cold tiles, as the tears began to pour down his face, his brain assaulted him with words.

Delayed.

Spaz.

Man-child.

Retard.

Delayed.

Stupid.

Lagging.

Delayed.

John sobbed, his hands flying to either side of his head, hitting himself to make his thoughts go back to normal.

You’ve got the brain of a 10-year-old stuck in a 39-year old’s body. It’s pathetic.

The people around you only pity you.

You’re not a failure to launch. You’re a failure to thrive.

It was cute when you were 19. Now you just look pitiful.

Have you even tried to act your age?

Your mother likes your sister better. She’s a proper adult. Married with kids. Working.

You need a babysitter to make sure you don’t starve or die.

It’s sad.

You’re an embarrassment.

You’re not a man. You’re a child.

John pressed his forehead to the floor, his chest aching with how hard he was crying. As more and more painful truths vomited themselves into his mind, he could only sink under their weight.

He tried to ignore it. And for a long time, it was easy to ignore. The words the therapist said to him.

“You’re developmentally delayed, John. You might not ever catch up. You might be stuck at a certain developmental age.”

At 15, it’s not too noticeable. 20, people just think you’re not one to take yourself too seriously. At 30, there must be something wrong with you. At 40, you’re a lost cause. A burden. On society, your friends and family and more importantly, yourself.

And despite what anyone said, it was true. John looked like an adult, but he didn’t have much going on upstairs. He couldn’t talk taxes or even pay his own. Doing laundry was always meltdown worthy. Wine tasted gross. The word sex made him giggle and the act was unimaginable. McDonald happy meals were a real treat and toys were rewards.

No matter how much the people around him said otherwise, he was a child. And it killed him. It hurt. The lack of maturity was blinding. The delay unable to be hidden. He was a walking freakshow and despite his best efforts, he was thoroughly stunted.

He wanted to be like his friends. So badly. Go to clubs with Freddie and not feel scared. Drink with Roger and not gag at the first sip and order a soda instead. Hell, he’d take sleazing around like Brian if it meant he’d be a real man.

But he was just a little boy. Trapped in a perpetual childhood that not even humiliation could wake him up from.

He liked the kid’s menus. And he liked watching Sesame Street. And he liked when his aides and carers came over and took over. He was a kid, through and through. It was only a shock because his body dare betray him by growing up, leaving his brain behind.

It wasn’t just embarrassing. It was isolating. He didn’t get along with adults. They didn’t understand him, and he didn’t understand them. It was a miracle the rest of Queen even tolerated him. He preferred children but one could see how bad of a look that was. So, who else did he have beside his Lego figures and his teddy bears?

His own mother coddled him, which felt both wonderful and shameful. He wasn’t a child. But he was. But he wasn’t.

John raked his fingers through his hair, tugging painfully at his scalp, his knees pulling up under him, a subconscious need to be small.

No therapist really understood the plight he went through. They all told him that it was okay. He was fine. Nothing to be ashamed about. But how easy was that to say when you weren’t a middle-aged man who needed a night light to sleep? Or a grown man afraid to cross the road without a real adult’s hand to hold?

Nobody understood. Their reassuring words fell flat when it came to the reality around him. John was delayed and the world looked down on him for that.

He was like Peter Pan without a safe place to run to, surrounded by other people who too could not grow up.

It hurt.

It hurt all the time.

Every time he colored a coloring book, he knew he should be drinking a beer besides a wife who was expecting another kid. He knew he should be ordering filet mignon rather than chicken nuggets. He knew he should be so much more and so much better than he was.

John laid flat on the floor; his eyes physically unable to produce more tears. With all those thoughts jabbing at his skull, all he could do was throw himself to the floor and cry like a child. Even knowing he wanted more for himself, he couldn’t get up and do it.

He sniffled and hiccupped, his head pounding from how deeply he had been wailing.

All of these thoughts were too much for a child. Too big and scary. Complex and refined.

He sat up and slowly got up, his knees cracking as he did so. Without another whimper he went back to his room, crawling underneath his blankets, into the embrace of many furry friends. He closed his eyes, hugging a purple elephant to himself and prayed he’d be finally big tomorrow. An adult. All caught up. A prayer he’d been reciting for years.

He brought the elephant to his face, nuzzling the soft fabric. He wondered if the elephant would take a nap with him too.

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50 Questions you’ve ever been asked before …

✨ Thank you to @pomegranatecurses @saywecanart @sunshinesinhereyes & @satingrass-maidensfair for tagging me! Love y’all!! ✨

1. what is the colour of your hairbrush? White with green leaf designs all over

2. a food you never eat? Eggs. IDK man they are just awful. Texture? Vile. Flavor? Abhorrent.

3. are you typically too warm or too cold? Too damn hot

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago? Showering

5. what is your favourite candy bar? Honestly i’m a slut for a good bar of dark chocolate.

6. have you ever been to a professional sports event? Sadly, yes.

7. what is the last thing you said out loud? “Are you fucking kidding me?” Just found out we might be going under tornado watch. Haven’t experienced that since I lived in Nashville (so like a year).

8. what is your favourite ice cream? Either rocky road or mint chip

9. what was the last thing you had to drink? Wine

10. do you like your wallet? I’ve been using this wallet for like 8 years now. She get’s the job done.

11. what was the last thing you ate? A tostada

12. did you buy any new clothes last weekend? I impulse bought a really cute floral blouse from the 70′s but I just got an email from the shop owner saying they had to cancel the order because they didn’t have the blouse in their inventory anymore and they never took down the listing.

13. the last sporting event you watched? I think it was a basketball game when I was still at Belmont last year. Unless NASCAR counts (which it should)

14. what is your favourite flavour of popcorn? I usually love plain ol’ butter and salt, if I’m getting fancy I’ll toss some lao gan ma on it.

15. who is the last person you sent a text message to? My dad

16. ever go camping? I used to go all the time when I was a kid. I’ve been itching to go camping again or at least go on a good hike.

17. do you take vitamins? I’m lacking in many things, most notably iron ;)

18. do you go to church every sunday? I’ve only been to church for weddings, funerals, and a few times the year I went to a Christian university.

19. do you have a tan? Nope

20. do you prefer chinese food or pizza? This is such a weird question to me because it’s like “do you prefer this entire category of food or this particular dish???” Like, I love pizza. You can’t go wrong with pizza. But I also love Chinese food because I’m part Chinese and I grew up eating it.

21. do you drink your soda with a straw? Sometimes(?) But sometimes it’s just in a can and I don’t actively seek out a straw for it??? I don’t really drink soda that often.

22. what colour socks do you usually wear? black

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit? I don’t drive

24. what terrifies you? Getting stuck in a monotonous job.

25. look to your left, what do you see? My crystal ball

26. what chore do you hate? Washing the dishes

27. what do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? The Australian stripper that was hitting on my cousin when we were at a rest stop in Texas

28. what’s your favourite soda? I don’t drink soda that often, but when I do I prefer Sprite

29. do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thru? Drive-thru

30. who’s the last person you talked to? My mom

31. favourite cut of beef? Filet mignon. I don’t eat meat very often, but when I do it’s a treat.

32. last song you listened to? My Old Man by Joni Mitchell (I just put my Blue record on)

33. last book you read? Daisy Jones & The Six by Taylor Jenkins Reid

34. favourite day of the week? Well they all kind of melt together now that I’m not working, but I’m fond of Wednesdays for some arbitrary reason

35. can you say the alphabet backwards? I have a single tired brain cell

36. how do you like your coffee? I like cold brew with a little bit of cream and vanilla

37. favourite pair of shoes? My ankle boots. They’re comfy.

38. at what time do you normally go to bed? Lately I’ve been going to bed around 2 in the morning

39. at what time do you normally get up? Around 7 or 8, but when I was working I was usually up by 3.

40. what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? Sunrises

41. how many blankets are on your bed? Two

42. describe your kitchen plates? Deep red

43. do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage? Wine! I love a cheap semi-sweet, doesn’t matter if it’s red or white

44. do you play cards? I love card games! I used to play cards all the time with my friends in high school, but I haven’t had anyone to play card games with lately.

45. what colour is your car? I don’t have a car or a license.

46. can you change a tire? Yup. I grew up in a family of truck drivers and mechanics.

47. what is your favourite state/province? I absolutely love Tennessee and I miss living there. As soon as I can, I’m moving back.

48. favourite job you’ve ever had? I worked at a country club in high school and for a while I was an assistant to the event planner. I also liked working at the pizza place my friend’s parents owned.

49. how did you get your biggest scar? A nail was sticking out of someting that was on the ground and it cut a giant L-shape on the top of my foot

50. what did you do today that made someone else happy? I’m not sure

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