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adelaidedrubman · 2 years ago

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NOW THAT’S WHAT I CALL MUSIC MONDAY

tagged by absolutely no one and requested by fewer still, but in the spirit of kicking off the summer of hook, line, and sinker i am also taking the liberty of starting wip music monday whether anyone likes it or not. afflicting @v0idbuggy @poetikat @henbased @florbelles @unholymilf @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat @strangefable @derelictheretic @corvosattano @shallow-gravy @nuclearstorms @cassietrn @confidentandgood @afarcryfrommymain @vampireninjabunnies-blog @nightbloodbix @voidika @firstaidspray @megraen @roofgeese @trench-rot @strafethesesinners @blissfulalchemist @inafieldofdaisies @clicheantagonist, please feel free to drop a wip and a tune that vibes with it!

naturally i am sharing another hl&s playlist banger. pov you’re jestiny and this is what you desperately wish your ex-girlfriends’ internal monologue to be as they watch your current partner fail to bait a hook, but unfortunately probably only the last part applies:

i heard you had to drive him home after two umbrella drinks / i heard he’s got a prius ’cause he’s into being green / my buddy said he saw y’all eating that sushi stuff / baby that don’t sound like you, that don’t sound like love / sounds like it sucks he can’t even bait a hook / he can’t even skin a buck / he don’t know who jack daniels is / ain’t ever drove a truck / knows how to throw out a line / but not the kind in a field and stream book / no darling i ain’t even worried you’ll come running back / he can’t even bait a hook ... [outro] nah you’re the one that’s gonna be sorry when you’re headin’ to get tofu and he has a flat tire in his foreign car and don’t know how to change it and you’ll get your new gucci shoes wet and you’re mad and irritated, i’ve seen you irritated, i’m telling you, better him than me actually

epic blunder, this is how they actually see you and your new man. wip excerpt from hl&s c.3, tentatively titled “throw out a line” (warnings for jessie typical emotional regulation and references to stalking behavior, played for laughs but called for what it is in text):

“Ms. Woodhouse,” John held out a hand towards the brunette that was met with nothing but a scowl in return.

He made an apologetic ‘ah’ noise and wiped the hand on his shirt, but Jessie knew it was not the fish guts Sherri was repulsed by. “My apologies.” He bowed. “I haven’t yet had the privilege of patronizing your little store.” Jessie smiled. Patronizing was right. And Sherri deserved it. “It’s so difficult when I have my own boat ramp right in the backyard to remember to get out there to support the small business owners in the community.” “Support?” Skylar cut in, scowling even harder than Sherri did. “When have you ever supported any business around here? You call trying to shut everyone down and take their property from ’em support?” Huh. That’s weird — Skylar seemed to have history with this guy. And it was bad enough he was a lawyer at all, did she fuck up and start pretending to date a fucking foreclosure attorney or something? John waved the accusation off. “Please, I hate discussing business matters during my recreation time.” He reached into his back pocket to take out his wallet, pulling another hundred dollar bill from it. “I would love to support Can of Worms now.” John turned to Sherri, gauchely waving the bill in front of her. “I’m afraid my lovely date and I have fished through all of our bait. But it seems you have plenty left. He nodded towards the unopened can at Sherri’s feet. “I’d like to purchase it.” Sherri met him with a dead-eyed stare. “Store’s closed.” John turned, looking across the water at the Can of Worms storefront. “Your hours say open until 9.” “Well, I’m not on the clock.” “Oh, don’t be unreasonable. I’m paying well above market rate for something I could just waste time going over and buying from you, for much cheaper, in the store.” “No, you couldn’t,” Skylar said. “Store’s closed.” He pointed behind him. “I see it open.” “Store’s always closed to you.” Jestiny gave up on pretending not to notice the conversation, setting aside her beer to slam her hands down on the side of the boat. “Well, sell it to fuckin’ me, then!” “God, Jessie,” Sherri groaned, leaning down to hold her head in her hands. “Can’t you just fucking leave us alone? Following us, harassing us while we’re trying to fish? We broke up with you. We don’t want you around.” “Shit’s sad,” Skylar agreed. “Just stop. Don’t make us get a fuckin’ restraining order or something.” Jestiny kicked the side of the boat, hard. “They’re called Orders of Protection, in fucking Montana!” “You learn that from your slimebag lawyer boyfriend?” Skylar asked. Jessie frowned. That was hitting below the belt, she thought. “And did he learn it from law school, or ’cause half the fucking County wants to take one out on his creepy ass?” Sherri brought a hand over her mouth to stifle her laugh at Skylar’s joke. “They really are perfect for each other, huh?” she giggled against Skylar’s shoulder, setting her chin atop it and looking up at her adoringly. Jessie felt flames crawl up in her belly. Of all the infuriating insults. “Yeah, we fucking are! I finally have someone who can keep up with me behind the rod and on an intellectual fuckin’ level!” she forced herself to flash an adoring smile of her own at the man she shouted over. “And he’s got an actual sense of humor! Just look at his outfit.” John turned to shoot Jessie a glare. “Yeah,” Skylar laughed, turning to nudge the flyaway hairs clinging to Sherri’s dewy brown skin away with the sun speckled tip of her nose so that she could finally whisper her teasing directly into the brunette’s ear. “Looks like you and me were the only ones that didn’t think to come dressed for the circus.”

“I fucking heard that!”

#wip #asked to be removed/added from tag list btw #it's the summer of hl&s i'm going to go insane #Spotify

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casspurrjoybell-17 · 2 years ago

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HEART'S FATE - CHAPTER 50

*Warning: Adult Content*

"Prince Scyllian, It has been far too long."

A man with a black braid coiled about his head like a snake bows with a flourish and tries to kiss Skylar West’s hand.

He barely deflect the attempt without causing a diplomatic incident before turning aside and greeting someone else, a woman this time, wearing a dress that makes her resemble an aged seahorse.

Skylar murmurs something that he hopes sounds like a convincing combination of a greeting and her name, mixed with a suitable dash of royal ennui.

It was all coming back to him now... the tedium, the absurdity, the mounting desire to slip away and find some corner in which to hide.

He had forgotten how liberating the surface world had seemed when first he found himself laid flat upon the sand, cast into a boundless realm in which not a single soul knew him from a lowly crab.

The first person who came across him had mistaken him for a drunken sot, passed out upon the beach at dawn and ever since, it had delighted Skylar to be taken for a vagabond.

Now, with the weight of a kingdom threatening his shoulders, he was already itching to be away again.

Perhaps once his mother was free and the whole misunderstanding with his father cleared away, things might change.

Skylar’s father's idea of joining the Supreme Council resonated with him.

If they were less focused on isolating and protecting ourselves and more free to explore and mingle with the wider world, their culture and way of life would be enriched, not diluted.

Perhaps they might even move away from this ancient and outdated model of monarchy and spread the burden of leadership more equally among many.

The thought was as inviting as the promise of a soothing bath and a soft bed and as the meet-and-greet continues with no end in sight, Skylar indulged in a daydream of taking his sisters on a tour of the globe... from San Francisco to Tokyo, Paris to New York and everywhere in between.

His bond-mate Martin West and his children would come along as well, of course... perhaps they'd home-school them for a year.

He is halfway through constructing a mental lesson plan on history and art when Martin himself reappears at his side, wearing a surprisingly contented smile.

Skylar expected his mate to be miserable and ill-at-ease among so many strangers but he looks entirely at home.

Anemone trails after him, a decidedly less happy expression on her face and slips away without meeting her brother’s eyes.

"Where have you been?" Skylar asks, as Martin takes his place at his side.

Martin smiles.

"The library. It's magnificent. I don't suppose the books are written in English, though, are they?"

"No, most are in Mer. Our language uses an alphabet that predates early Greek and Phoenician."

"I wish I had Noah's acuity for language," Martin says. "I wonder if he could ever visit us here. The children, too."

Skylar casts him a glance.

"I'm sure they can. When we've settled things and you are free of Elena, we can arrange it. I'm sure there will be innumerable royal balls and other uncomfortable affairs to attend once mother is free. My presence will undoubtedly be required and having you and the children along will make my duties far more pleasant."

"I shall be at your side, of course," he says and then smiles.

Skylar gives Martin’s hand a squeeze and sighs as the endless pleasantries continue.

With every passing minute, the truth becomes more clear... this isn't where Skylar belongs.

He’s glad Martin is enjoying himself but he’s already counting the minutes until they can go home.

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"That was exhausting," Skylar says, crawling across the enormous bed and collapsing face first into a pillow. "I'd forgotten how much I hated those things."

It's nearly dawn, the celebration of Skylar’s return having lasted the entire night.

Unfortunately, there really is no polite way to leave a party thrown in one's own honor but Martin had been true to his word and stayed at his mate’s side for the duration, unshakable as a shadow.

In fact, he'd seemed content to do nothing else and his docility troubled Skylar, who worried it masked some state of inner shock.

Skylar rolls onto my back as Martin joins him, lying at his side and shutting his eyes with a gentle smile on his lips.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Skylar asks. "You've been... quiet."

"I'm perfectly happy," he says easily. "Thassos is wonderful."

Skylar frowns.

"It's alright if you enjoy stuffy traditions and pompous displays for the sake of vanity. Oh, and blood-bound curses that all but imprison you. Honestly, I miss my classroom. I'd take a parent-teacher conference over another royal ball any day."

"But it's so peaceful here," Martin murmurs. "I never want to leave."

Skylar frowns and sits up.

Martin's eyes remain closed and his face is the image of peace as he slips towards sleep.

Usually, Skylar would love to see him so relaxed but Martin’s words trouble him.

"What about the children?" Skylar asks.

Since the day he met Martin, he's seldom thought of anything without thinking of them first.

Now, though, he seems to have momentarily forgotten they exist.

"Children? Oh, yes. Well, they'll be alright. They have their aunts and uncles to look after them."

"And their mother, I suppose," Skylar adds, watching for Martin’s reaction.

"And their mother, too. Yes."

A strange shock goes through Skylar... a wash of hot anger mixed with a tingling chill... as the truth hits him like a sleeper wave.

Martin has been influenced by a Voice and the only person he was alone with for any amount of time is the person Skylar would least suspect.

To use her Voice in such a way is not only a breach of etiquette but a serious crime and Skylar can't imagine why Anemone would risk it simply to change Martin's mind.

Skylar shakes him gently.

"Marrtin, wake up and focus. What did Anemone say?"

Martin sighs sleepily.

"Hmm? About what?"

"Did she use her Voice on you? Tell me."

Skylar put the barest hint of power in his own words.

"She helped me see the truth, is all," Martin whispers. "Our place is here. Thassos is... wonderful."

"No, it isn't," Skylar snaps, grasping Martin’s shoulders and shaking him again, a little less gently this time. "If coming home has convinced me of anything, it's that my place is not here. I don't want to be king,and you don't want to be my 'consort.' You want to go home to Flora and Nico and Rio and Miguel... to your family. Think of them and remember, Martin."

Martin blinks at Skylar, his expression shifting from contentment to confusion and then he sits up and looks around.

"What happened? How did we get here?"

"Anemone took you to see the library. What did she say to you?"

Martin winced and rubbed the side of his head.

"We were talking about your father and Natalis and... holidays."

"Holidays..."

Suddenly it hits Skylar and he swears.

"Fuck me with a whale cock."

“What?”

"My father," Skylar snaps, rolling off the bed and snatching up his clothes from where he'd dropped them on the floor. "He's land-born. He doesn't have a siren's Voice like the rest of us. Most Mer-folk don't. It runs in the royal line."

“So?”

"So, if he'd revealed himself... showed up one day and revealed the fact he was alive... what do you think would be the very first thing any of us would do?"

"Er..." Martin squints at him.

"We'd use our Voice, of course and demand he tell the truth. He'd have no choice but to tell it. And if that truth happened to be that he really did intend to kill mother, put me on the throne and use me as a puppet for his own political machinations, well..." Skylar pulls up his trousers and buckles his belt rather violently. "You can imagine how quickly he'd have found himself on his way back to the depths."

"What about Natalis?" Martin asks, rising as well and dressing himself hastily. "Anemone said she's as powerful as your mom. Wouldn't she have asked your dad the same thing?"

"She's on his side, obviously."

“Oh.”

"And Anemone..." Skylar shake his head. "I don't know. She's young and impressionable. Maybe Natalis convinced her to help. At any rate, she was obviously supposed to convince you to convince me to stay and take the throne. Fat chance of that."

Skylar stalks to the doors and throws them open, ready to confront whatever might await on the other side but the corridor is empty.

Martin scrambles to keep up with him as he strides off down the hall.

"Where are we going?"

"To the throne room," Skylar says, taking a sharp turn at a side passage meant for the serving class, another thing that could do with a modern overhaul. "I don't know what my father has planned but I'll break this curse on my own terms."

Martin jogs to keep up as Skylar trots through narrow and notably abandoned, hallways towards his destination, the map of the palace as clear in his head as it was in his childhood, when eluding angry tutors was the primary inspiration for such forays.

After a labyrinthine journey, they emerge, breathless, from behind a tapestry hanging from a wall of the grand hall.

The doors of the throne room are within spitting distance to their left, flanked by two guards.

With a deep breath, Skylar steps into the passageway, straighten his posture and lifting his chin.

The guards raise their weapons but upon recognizing Prince Scyllian, lower them halfway, as if uncertain.

"Apologies, my Prince," one guard says, holding her spear in a neutral position, "But no one is to enter. Orders of Lady Natalis."

Skylar adopts his snootiest tone and looks down his nose at her.

"The last time I checked, I was next in line for the throne. I would like to pay my respects to my mother, if you please."

The guard purses her lips and shoots a sideways glance at her partner, who raises his brows in an 'I don't fucking know what to do' sort of way.

Taking the initiative, she stands aside and bows.

"As you please, my Prince."

Casting her a nod of royal acknowledgement, Skylar links his arm through Martin's arm and marches through the doors.

Sweat trickles down his back as they traverse the length of the room, mounting the three steps of the raised dais at the end and approach his mother's cloth-covered, stone-bound form.

Skylar pulls the dust cloth aside and barely restrain a gasp.

She's as beautiful as he remembers her, every detail preserved in perfection.

He recalls coming across a man in a park, once, who had covered himself in gray paint and taken to posing as a statue in the name of art.

He seemed to delight in scaring the shit out of people who failed to discern his disguise.

His mother looked just like that, like at any moment she might move,and prove herself a living being and not a figure cast in stone.

"Give me your amulet," Skylar says, pulling his own over his head.

Martin complies and Skylar holds the two halves of the gem in front of him, back to back.

As it had when his father gave him the half he lacked, the gem fuses into a single whole, a three-dimensional heart lit from within.

Skylar places it around his mother's neck.

The blood red gem glows, pulsing with a heartbeat rhythm that matched it’s shape and a corresponding excitement swells within his chest.

In a moment, he will have his mother, his freedom and all the answers he desires.

The statue begins to glow as if heated from within and then, with a suddenness that makes Skylar gasp, the stone figure shatters and crumbles into dust.

The truth explodes like a bomb in his mind but before he can give Martin so much as a warning, a troop of guards bursts through the door amid a chorus of horrified shouts.

Above all, Natalis's Voice rings out loud and clear.

"Seize these assassins," she commands. "They have killed the Queen."

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propnest · 2 months ago

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thegardenandthegrave · 2 months ago

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Nevermind about your characters' favorite coffee order or hobbies, here's what I want to know:

In what circumstances would they hit someone?

I'm talking full on decking another character in the face. I'll go first!

Madison Cortez - while she has adjusted to wealth, Maddi is at her heart a scrappy foster kid. She's more likely to scrape and claw to get away from an attacker. But if someone is disrespectful or vulgar to her loved ones - especially her adoptive mother - she will go for a right hook.

Nico Cortez - equally scrappy as Maddi, Nico would deck anyone that physically threatened his girls. His mother, sister, any future daughters or nieces, ect.

Katerina Dante - Kat would use a punch to make a point. Raised with poise and control, Kat isn't about to punch someone out of emotion, but if she thought it would drive the point home she wouldn't be adverse to getting her hands dirty. And I think she would really find satisfaction in doing so.

Xavier LaGuerre - The muscle of the crew, Xavier would hit just about anyone if it meant rescuing a team member or creating an escape route.

Dashel Balasco - as a homicide detective and the token Golden Boy of the crew, Dash would never strike first. But, if a criminal takes a swing you can bet Dash will hit back twice as hard and then switch to restraining his attacker.

Fisher Balasco - Fisher is more likely to head butt or knee someone if he's being vindictive, but would land a hard punch if you snuck up on him/startled him. He would also flat out deck his father if they ever came into contact.

A.J. Jimenez - Has gotten into several knock down drag out fights with people who disrespect the ocean's ecosystems, and one memorable surfing competitor who stole her wave. Given the chance she would line up every billionaire ruining the planet and go down the row giving them each a black eye and a deep sense of guilt. But since her father is the attorney general of Florida she would attempt to keep her fists and her opinions to herself if the opportunity ever arose.

Skylar LaGuerre - The wild card of the crew, Skylar is equally likely to punch someone she likes as a greeting as she is to kiss an enemy to throw them off balance.

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jadhavpropmart · 7 months ago

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PSK-SKYLAR in Thane: Premium 1BHK, 2BHK, and 2.5BHK Flats in Thane's Real Estate Market

Prime Location of PSK-SKYLAR in Thane

Top-Class Amenities for a Modern Lifestyle

Clubhouse

Swimming Pool

Gymnasium

Children’s Play Area

Landscaped Gardens

Multipurpose Hall

Apartment Configurations: 1BHK, 2BHK, and 2.5BHK Flats

Configuration:

1 BHK (430 – 433 – 480 Sq.ft)

2 BHK (625 – 650 Sq.ft)

2.5 BHK JODI FLAT (866 Sq.Ft )

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kpawarpropmart · 7 months ago

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internationalrealestatenews · 1 year ago

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[ad_1] For 4 years now, the housing market has defied all logic.A world pandemic didn’t collapse costs, however despatched them hovering to new heights. Final yr, mortgage charges hit a 23-year excessive and gross sales plummeted. Even so, residence costs stubbornly stored rising, creating essentially the most unaffordable housing market in generations.This yr provides a brand new plot twist: Extra residences are beneath development than at any time in half a century, delivering renters extra new residences than they’ve seen in a long time.So whereas shopping for a house continues to be an infuriating expertise, marked by excessive costs, excessive rates of interest and low stock, renting an condominium is getting simpler. That implies that until you intend to stay in a home for the subsequent decade or so, now might not be the very best time to purchase it.“That is concerning the worst time to purchase a house,” stated Christopher Mayer, an actual property professor at Columbia Enterprise College.Sure, mortgage charges have edged down from their October peak of virtually 8 p.c, and stock has ticked up as sellers creep again into the market. However the total image hasn’t modified in any significant means — and sure received’t anytime quickly.Most economists don’t count on mortgage charges to fall rather more this yr. The common 30-year fixed-rate mortgage was 6.6 p.c within the third week of January, in line with Freddie Mac. And whereas optimists like Selma Hepp, the chief economist for CoreLogic, assume that charges could dip beneath 6 p.c by the top of the yr, pessimists like Skylar Olsen, the chief economist at Zillow, assume they might inch nearer to 7 p.c once more.The headwinds aren't nice. In December, the variety of new listings was up 2 p.c from a yr earlier, however nonetheless down virtually 15 p.c from prepandemic ranges, in line with Zillow. As for costs, economists count on them to roughly flatten this yr. Redfin is predicting that they’ll fall by 1 p.c; Freddie Mac, that they’ll improve by simply 2.5 p.c, half the speed of 2023.All of because of this anybody shopping for a house at this time will doubtless pay prime greenback, at a excessive borrowing price, for an asset which will have already peaked.As Mr. Mayer put it, you’re “successfully shopping for a luxurious good, and it’s not going to pay the identical charge of return” as different investments.The Yr of the Renter?The rental market, nonetheless, seems to be slightly completely different, not less than for this yr.Not since 1973 has america seen so many residences — about 1 million nationwide — beneath development directly. Greater than half will likely be accessible this yr, and virtually all are leases.Many of those developments broke floor throughout the pandemic, when builders guess on a market with hovering rents, as folks uprooted their lives and moved. However a multifamily constructing takes time to assemble, and these buildings are getting into a modified panorama. Renters, squeezed to their monetary limits, are now not signing as many leases, which is driving up vacancies.Asking rents had been mainly flat final yr throughout the nation, falling by virtually 1 p.c, to a median of $1,379 a month, in line with Condominium Record. In New York Metropolis, the median asking hire — $3,500 a month — edged up by lower than 3 p.c in November 2023 from a yr earlier, marking the bottom acquire since August 2021, in line with StreetEasy.However it’s nonetheless a time of crushing housing prices, with rents 19 p.c increased than they had been earlier than the pandemic, a interval that “reset the market to an entire new value stage,” stated Igor Popov, the chief economist for Condominium Record.Housing and shelter prices had been among the many largest drivers of inflation in December 2023, in line with the Bureau of Labor and Statistics. And final yr, the everyday renter was price burdened, spending greater than 30 p.c of their earnings on hire.“Renters want some reduction,” stated Bess Freedman, the chief govt at Brown Harris Stevens.

“Individuals can’t pay these loopy costs. They must have a house.”The brand new housing could not less than hold rents from rising a lot. Renters ought to count on offers, with landlords providing months of free hire, health club entry or parking. (In December 2023, 33 p.c of Zillow’s rental listings included concessions, up from 27 p.c in December 2022.)“For renters, with rising stock, they are going to lastly really feel extra empowered to barter on rents and concessions” in New York Metropolis, stated Kenny Lee, a StreetEasy economist.Whereas these new developments are concentrated within the Sunbelt and the Midwest, they are often seen in different places, too, together with exurbs and rural communities, stated Robert Dietz, the chief economist for the Nationwide Affiliation of House Builders. “It’s actually happening all over the place,” he stated.However the get together received’t final lengthy. Excessive rates of interest have spooked builders throughout the nation, drying up the development pipeline, and begins of latest multifamily developments are anticipated to drop 20 p.c in 2024, in line with the Nationwide Affiliation of House Builders. In New York, the place a property tax exemption expired, month-to-month filings for brand spanking new foundations, a essential marker of latest development, had been already down 78 p.c in 2023 from the earlier yr, in line with the Actual Property Board of New York.“I at all times give it some thought when it comes to a drought,” Mr. Popov stated. “You might need that one wet season that helps, however you’re nonetheless in a drought.”‘The Math Doesn’t Make Sense’Final yr, many potential sellers stayed put, unwilling to commerce pandemic-era mortgage charges for a lot increased ones on their subsequent residence. To make issues worse, the nation is brief anyplace from 1.5 million to six.5 million new houses, relying on whom you ask, as a result of builders haven't constructed almost sufficient housing because the foreclosures disaster to maintain up with a rising inhabitants.The end result: Fewer houses had been offered in 2023 than at any time since 2014, in line with CoreLogic — however not for lack of demand. Regardless of skyrocketing rates of interest, folks nonetheless needed to purchase houses, and lots of discovered themselves navigating a baffling world of bidding wars as a result of there have been so few that can be purchased.By October 2023, residence costs had been up 45 p.c because the begin of the pandemic, in line with the Case-Shiller residence value index. Mix that value progress with the rise in borrowing prices, and housing is now extra unaffordable than at any level since 1984, in line with a November report by Intercontinental Trade, an information firm. Within the third quarter of 2023, the everyday prices of proudly owning a house — mortgage, insurance coverage, property taxes — exceeded $2,000 a month for the primary time in historical past, consuming virtually 35 p.c of the typical wage, in line with ATTOM, an information analytics firm.If you happen to take into account shopping for a house as a call based mostly solely on dollars and cents, the reply isn't clear lower — significantly for anybody who could transfer once more within the subsequent few years.“In some methods, the maths doesn’t make sense,” stated Lisa Sturtevant, the chief economist at Vibrant MLS, a a number of listings service for the Mid-Atlantic area.The maths definitely doesn't make sense for anybody who already owns a house with a 3 p.c mortgage rate of interest. Transfer from one residence to a different of across the similar worth, and it'll price hundreds of dollars in increased curiosity funds through the years.First-time consumers are additionally dealing with troublesome math, as rents are at the moment low in comparison with mortgage funds. Purchase a $400,000 home at this time, with $80,000 down and a 30-year mortgage at a 6.6 p.c rate of interest, and curiosity funds alone (not together with taxes or upkeep) will price virtually $20,000 the primary yr.

However suppose you discover an condominium on the median hire — $1,379 a month? A yr of renting will price you $16,550.Put that $80,000 down cost in a mutual fund or the inventory market, and you'll doubtless get a better charge of return in your funding.“If I make investments the cash in a house at this time, given how excessive costs are, I’m actually saying I’m anticipating residence costs to go up quite a bit,” Mr. Mayer stated. “I don’t assume that’s a practical expectation.”Eyes on the Perpetually HouseHowever folks don’t purchase houses the identical means they purchase shares.A house isn’t simply an funding — it’s a supply of stability and a spot to stay your life, and perhaps elevate kids. There are vital tax advantages, too, particularly should you personal the house for a few years.A former scholar of Mr. Mayer’s was shifting to the Bay Space for a brand new job, and requested for recommendation. Given the exorbitant value of housing within the space, the scholar needed to know if it made sense to purchase. The speed of return on her funding didn’t look favorable within the short-term, however she had different elements to think about — the place her kids would go to high school and discovering a house in a neighborhood she appreciated, with a manageable commute.In different phrases, she needed to take into account her life. Mr. Mayer suggested her to purchase.Different consumers and sellers appear to be making an analogous calculation. In the course of the second week of January, mortgage purposes for residence purchases had been up 9 p.c from the earlier week, in line with the Mortgage Bankers Affiliation.As Dr. Sturtevant, of Vibrant MLS, identified, “It’s not at all times concerning the math.”“For some owners, the maths could look difficult,” she continued, however different elements come into play: Maybe they want one other bed room for a rising household, “or they should transfer to be close to an getting older father or mother or a change in job.”After 18 stable months of excessive rates of interest, consumers and sellers could determine to make a change anyway, she stated: “I feel 2024 is the yr of ‘life occurs.’”For weekly e mail updates on residential actual property information, enroll right here. [ad_2] Supply hyperlink

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cress-meadowforge · 1 year ago

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"Perfect cleavage," Myron remarked approvingly to Slate. Cress swallowed oddly, attempting to translate, as they bridged their two worlds.

"He means the stone," Cress explained, setting her water down. "It relates to a gem's hardness. When it has perfect cleavage, it breaks easily along a smooth, flat plane."

Myron nodded, "the mineral itself is fairly common, but to find a specimen of quality is, admittedly, rare." He paused for a minute, observing Slate with his daughter. Then he added, "do you know where we source kyanite from, Mr. Skylar?" One corner of his mouth lifted, or perhaps Cress merely thought it did. "Twelve."

It grew in the metamorphic rock there, mined from shale, shipped to One to be polished and set. Cress wasn't sure what conclusion her father was drawing, or why that seemed to amuse him, but she was grateful when Hestia moved them in a different direction instead.

At the offer, Cress' breath hitched, hopeful eyes flitting from one mother to the next. But Fleur was struck with an expression of confusion, her countenance visibly perplexed. "Will there be much of Twelve?" Fleur inquired, and though she hadn't meant it to, Cress knew the words were wounding.

"They are rebuilding the district, mother," Cress replied, reaching to touch Fleur's hand, but she hardly had the silencing effect that Myron did. Fleur's fingers evaded touch, lifting to grasp her flute of champagne instead.

"Surely, even then, our home would be much more accommodating?" And Cress realized the slight intonation beneath, the inkling of emotion trickling through. Fleur was frightened. Of Twelve? No, surely not. They'd been before. Cress' brows knit, until she realized that it wasn't the district her parents were afraid of: it was Snow. The potential of another bombing, of being casualties in the war.

"We can work out the details later," Cress compromised, trying to sound reassuring. But she was struck with a strange sensation, having never seen her parents like this before: scared, unsure. "But I think that sounds lovely. It will be good to gather together in one home."

Fleur nodded, sipping her drink self-soothingly. And -- to Cress' audible surprise -- she said the most peculiar thing: "Hestia, do you have any older daughters who might like some of Callisto's belongings?"

@slate-skylar

Slate was glad for the pressure of Cress's hand, though this moment was filled with a myriad of complexities, small and large concerns -- the Meadowforges' strange posturing, their oddities, and surely his own mannerisms and affinities were just as odd to them. How would they ever reconcile this divide? How would they be a family? Of course he knew what a family cobbled together by circumstances looked like -- that was the Ember home, though to think of it now brought pain. How much more of these navigations could he take?

He pulled his hand from beneath Cress's so that he could continue to sign as he spoke, responding to the question, glad to be given something simple and good to answer rather than enormous and complex -- his opinions on the districts, his victory tour, his victory itself... "I got a kyanite crystal," he replied, realizing as he fingerspelled k-y-a-n-i-t-e that he did not know the sign for it, and then that they would be able to give her a name sign, something uniquely her. The thought bolstered him, brought some joy. "It's pretty. And we put books on the shelves, she's gonna grow up a reader no matter what. And we have the little--" He cast for the word. Everything in the baby's room was foreign to him, everything exciting and strange. "The mobile, for the crib. For her to like, watch." He was overexplaining, speaking more than he should, and he looked to Hestia. "Like Luna's."

@hestiaember

#slate #p: slate #hestia #p: hestia #135

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ash-and-books · 2 years ago

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Rating: 3/5

Book Blurb: In the devastating but uplifting tradition of Adam Silvera and Nova Ren Suma comes a queer supernatural coming-of-age story from acclaimed author Maria Ingrande Mora. How do you face your fears when everything is terrifying? Fifteen-year-old Brynn can’t stop thinking about death. Her intrusive thoughts and severe anxiety leave her feeling helpless—and hopeless. So after her mom interprets one of Brynn’s blog posts as a suicide note, she takes extreme measures, confiscating Brynn’s phone, blocking her Internet access, and banishing her to stay with her father who lives “off the grid” on a houseboat in the Florida mangroves. Isolated from her online friends—her only friends—Brynn resigns herself to a summer of mind-numbing boredom and loneliness… until Skylar appears. Skylar is everything Brynn isn’t—sultry, athletic, and confident. Yet Brynn feels at home around this fearless girl who pushes her to try new things and makes her belly flutter with nerves that have nothing to do with anxiety. When Brynn discovers that Skylar is trapped in the bayou and can’t tell her why, she resolves to free her new crush from the dark waters, even if it means confronting all of her worst fears.

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A girl is sent to stay with her father for the summer after her mother interprets one of her blog posts as a suicide note. Brynn is a fifteen year old girl who suffers from her intrusive thoughts and severe anxiety, she hates being around other people, can’t stop thinking about the deaths of those she cares about... so when she posts about it, her mother finds out and now Brynn is banned from her phone, from the internet, and has to stay with her distant father who lives “off the grid” on a literal houseboat in the Florida mangroves, isolated from her online friends and everything else.... yet when she arrives at the houseboat she meets Skylar. Skylar is a beautiful, athletic and confident girl. Yet she’s hiding something. Brynn can’t help but feel connected to Skylar and wants to discover her secret... but that secret will lead to Brynn spiraling down a mystery that will leave her questioning things. The book fell flat for me unfortunately, it started off interesting but then by the end you are left dissatisfied by the lack of answers and the loose ends. The ending is king of hanging and it’s not exactly a mystery or thriller story but it does have a pretty interesting representation of anxiety and it felt authentic. The book had an interesting portrayal of mental illness and complex family relationships. So while this one might not have ended how I liked or wanted, it definitely is worth checking out.

*Thanks Netgalley and Peachtree, Peachtree Teen for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

#book review #bookish #lgbtq books #book

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whisperlullaby · 4 years ago

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Just Say It And I’m Yours-Ch.2

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of child abuse/neglect (if you squint really hard), sad Steve, fluff, angst

Words:1615

A/N: Okay here’s chapter 2! I really want to establish the relationship between Steve and the Reader so after this chapter the series of events is going to pick up. Special thanks to @tuiccim and @river-soul for reading through this for me and to @sagechanoafterdark for the gif! I hope you guys enjoy the story!

You woke up the next morning to a text from an unknown number.

Hey, it's Steve. Just wanted to make sure you had my number and I hope your interview goes well. Can I take you for coffee after?

You smiled at the text, shaking your head.

Well Cap, if it goes well we can celebrate with coffee. If it goes poorly I'm gonna need a stiff drink. I should be done around 3.

You put your phone down and started to get ready for your interview. You chose black slacks and a light blue blouse, hoping it projected the soft gentle air you were going for. After a quick breakfast and a final review of the county statistics for domestic violence and child abuse cases, you headed out to your interview.

As you approached the courthouse you took a few steadying breaths. Very little intimidated you, but the thought you wouldn't get this job kept you feeling unnerved. When you entered the courthouse a strange sense of calm washed over you. You felt like you were exactly where you needed to be and it settled your resolve. You were getting this job. As you brought your hand up to knock, the door swung open, revealing an intimidating-looking man. A slow smile crept onto his face.

“Hello there darling, is there something that you need?” the man said, resting on the door jam.

You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow, “Yes, I am here to meet with the prosecutor for an interview. Are you their secretary?”

The man laughed and shook his head, “Not a secretary. A defense attorney, my name is Connor Pierce.” He held his hand out for you to shake.

You looked at his extended hand warily before taking it, giving him your name.

“Well, darling I’ll let you head in for your interview. Good luck.”

You stepped aside to let him leave. The prosecutor, Amelia Winters, stood swiftly to meet you at the door before pulling you into her office for your interview.

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After your interview, you sent Steve a text with the address of your favorite coffee spot. As you approached the café, grinning from ear to ear, you spotted Steve in a baseball cap and glasses.

“Ya know Cap, that’s not as effective of a disguise as you think it is.”

Steve chuckled, “Well it’s all I have, and I’ve found as long as you keep your head low people tend not to pay much attention.”

You smiled. He opened the door and let you in first. After you ordered your favorite beverage and a muffin, and Steve ordered a black coffee you found a seat.

“So, how did the interview go? Did you get the job?” Steve asked excitedly.

“Woah there, I don’t know how it went back in the ’40s but nowadays you don’t get hired on the spot,” you teased. “But I think it went really well. We had a lot in common and even graduated from the same university. Have you ever been to a place and it just felt like you belonged there?”

Steve considered your question for a moment before glancing down. “Not for a long time if I’m being honest.”

You reached out and grabbed Steve’s hand. He looked up and his features immediately softened under your gaze. When your drinks and food arrived at the table you let go of Steve’s hand to take a sip of your warm beverage, sighing in contentment. You looked back over at Steve and found him staring at you.

“What? Did I already spill or something?” You look around to see if your blouse was marked with the offensive liquid.

“No nothing like that I was just wondering,” Steve began, “what made you go into victim advocacy?”

A warm smile spread across your face as you shrugged. “I don’t like bullies. I don’t care where they come from. I wanted to do something that put myself in between the bullies and their targets. No one should feel alone, and everyone deserves a voice.”

Steve looked at you bewildered but with a twinkle in his eye. “Well, I think that’s a very noble reason to get into that profession.”

“Thanks, Cap. I crave your validation and approval.” You joked.

Steve took a sip of his coffee, “I didn’t think you would. You just remind me of someone I used to know.”

When you and Steve finished your coffee, you went for a walk through Washington Square Park. You were surprised how easily conversation with Steve came, especially since you knew how intimidating you could be. You would tell people it was a job hazard when they asked why you were so loud, but Steve never seemed to mind. As you passed the fountain you saw Steve tense for a moment and look around.

“Steve is everything okay?” you ask, concerned.

Steve didn’t answer, instead, he just bolted towards the fountain causing you to run after him. As you got closer you picked up the sound of a child crying, and a quick gaze around proved that no one was paying any mind to the child. Steve crouched down and placed his hand on the child’s shoulder.

“Hey, buddy where are your parents?” Steve gently inquired.

At his question, the little boy started crying harder and Steve looked thrown. You approached and placed your hand on Steve’s shoulder pulling him away slightly from the little boy. You crouched down in front of the little boy and started speaking.

“Hi, my name is Y/N, what’s yours?”

The little boy looked at you for a moment, his crying became a bit quieter. You waited for a moment letting him catch his breath.

“I’m Skylar,” he said in between sobs.

“Well Skylar, it’s very nice to meet you,” you stuck out your hand and waited for him to shake it. “This is my friend Steve, he’s a superhero, isn’t that cool?”

Skyler nodded his head as he glanced up at Steve.

“Now, you seem to be a bit upset Skylar, do you want to tell me what’s wrong?”

Skylar wiped his face, still looking at Steve. “I-is that Captain America?”

You giggled and looked up at Steve. “It sure is. He looks a little weird without the costume right?”

Skylar laughed as Steve scoffed.

“Skylar, we want to help you but we need to know what’s wrong.”

You held your hands out flat in front of you and waited for Skylar to take them. Once he did you closed your hands around his and drew soothing circles into his skin.

“I don’t know where my mommy went. I just wanted to play in the fountain and when I turned around she was gone.” Skylar started tearing up again.

“Okay well, that’s easy enough to fix. Why don’t we help you look for her? Would that be okay?”

Skylar nodded and you stood up dropping one of his hands and started walking around the fountain. You looked back to see Steve staring at you, unmoving.

“Well Cap, are you coming?”

Steve shook himself out of his stupor and jogged to catch up to you and Skylar. You scanned the crowd for anyone that looked like they were searching for someone while asking Skylar questions about his favorite things to keep him calm. Steve placed a hand on your shoulder, stopping your movement as he surveyed the crowd.

“Hey, Skylar I think I hear your mom calling you.” Steve grabbed Skylar’s other hand and started walking in the direction of the voice he heard.

“Mommy!” Skylar dropped your hands and ran towards a frantic looking woman.

“Skylar! Don’t you ever run off again, I was so worried.” The woman looked at you and Steve, her eyes widened. “Oh my gosh, you’re Captain America! Thank you for helping my son.”

“Actually ma’am it wasn’t me,” Steve gestured towards you. “She was the one who was able to calm him down and get him to tell us what he needed.”

You looked at Steve with an appreciative grin as Skylar’s mom regarded you.

“Well, in any event, thank you for helping him find me.”

Skylar waved goodbye as his mom pulled him towards the street. You looked up at Steve and saw he was already watching you.

“Cap, you have got to stop staring at me. You’re gonna give a girl a complex.” You shoved Steve teasingly.

“You were really good with him. I tried to help but just managed to make it worse.” Steve sighed. “How did you know what to do?”

You scrunched your eyebrows and looked at Steve. “I talk to children every day Steve. I need to know how to calm them down and get them to talk to me.”

Steve pursed his lips together and shook his head. “I didn’t realize you would have to advocate for children too. How do you do it?”

You took in a deep breath before you spoke. “I remind myself that they have already seen people fail them, treat them badly, and make them feel like they are unworthy of any human connection. I could not allow myself to ever be that person to them. I just, I don’t know, I just do it.”

Steve nodded in understanding. “Let me walk you home?”

You laughed at his abrupt question. “Sure thing Cap, but only if we can pick up some pizza on the way because I am starving.”

“Oh,” Steve said shocked. “You want me to stay for dinner?”

“Well, yeah. We’re friends aren’t we?”

Steve smiled checking his phone for any pressing messages. When he saw none he turned to face you.

“I know this great pizza place. I’m buying.”

#steve rogers x reader #steve x reader #steve rogers x you #captain america x reader #steve rogers x y/n #marvel

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redspacewriter · 4 years ago

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moodboard prompt: home

Moodboard Prompt: 🏠 by @voile-de-lune for an OC and Aviel’s place needed to be shared.

When Aviel and Carl started their own tech company they worked out their shared flat back in Central London. But as they expanded, they both knew that their apartment could no longer house their growing company. After extensive planning and the nods of the rest of their company, they all decided to relocate to Dublin and buy a Contemporary that would double as their company headquarters and their place of living. Current residents of the sleek and stylish Ephrayim, Healy and Co. are Aviel, Carl, Skylar, Jamie, Julie, Ruby and Samantha. Most of money spent on decor was focused on maintaining the tech company look, but here and there you’ll find photos of them. Photos of their first meeting, their Friday dinners, their semi-annual retreats, award ceremonies and tech breakthroughs, you name it. They take it upon themselves to capture every moment to remind them of how much they’ve done and motivate them to keep on going.

#oc: aviel ephrayim #aviel ephrayim #litg carl #lovelink skylar quinn

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ataraxiaxwrites · 4 years ago

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Not a Date

Skylar had yet to adjust to the fact Georgie was not only back in Pine Hollow but in his house. Unused to the water running when he was in another room or the floorboards creaking. Unused to extra plates and silverware missing from the cabinets only to find them on the drainboard. Unused to coming home late from work and finding them on the couch with one of his books or watching the television. It felt too much like the past and too much like a future. Wrestling with the realization of how he missed them and how it’d hurt if they left again. But Skylar would deal with one problem at a time, one minute at a time.

He had texted Rowan earlier in the week because when his mind spun—and all it did was such thanks to Georgie’s confession—she called within five seconds flat, at eight o’clock in the morning. Rowan never answered her phone that early. When Skylar picked up, he wasn’t talking to his sister but rather a video on ten times speed. He filled her in on what he felt was appropriate to say. Georgie had found their family which was something they needed to do, dancing around the truth but not as gracefully as he thought because after a pause came,��“there’s more to the story, isn’t there?”

A loaded question. A smoking gun. But Skylar did not share Georgie’s secret. It was not his. He only said yes and Rowan moved forward. Or rather, Rowan dove way too deep into his feelings and Skylar hung up the phone more exhausted than before.

Thankfully, for the first time in a while, he had two consecutive days off. Skylar could actually be off weekends, but normally he chose to work them anyways. Something to do, to keep busy. Except there was someone he could spend his time with, feeling a bit guilty for leaving them alone most of the day, hoping Georgie didn’t mind.

His first thoughts were of them lately. Just like before.

Waking slowly after eleven, to find Georgie already up (unsurprisingly), Skylar shuffled into the kitchen in a white t-shirt and sweats. He grabbed his moka pot and his coffee from the top of the fridge, blinking at the items for a moment before turning to face Georgie. His brain felt way too sluggish, as it always did before caffeine. “Do you want? You probably already had some but I always make more than one serving so...”

#not a date

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kyanitedragon · 4 years ago

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Mutsurie Playlist

“Coats are nice, I guess.”

Stalker’s Tango - Autoheart (“love me love me love me love me… more than you possibly can”)

Wonder - Lauren Aquilina (“My mind is blind to everything but you, and I wonder if you wonder about me too”)

Icarus - Emma Blackery (“have you tried apologizing? / before you start to drown”)

Monster - Imagine Dragons (“if I told you what I was / would you turn your back on me?”)

No Matter What They Say - SVRCINA (“i’m a fighter and a fool / but I’m not leaving here without you”)

Achilles Come Down - Gang of Youths (“Redemption lies plainly in truth”)

Battle Scars - Paradise Fears (“i’ll carry you home / no you’re not alone / keep marching on / this is worth fighting for”)

Talk To Me - Cavetown (“you don’t have to be anybody you can never be”)

Unconditionally - Kelly Clarkson (“i’ll take your bad days with your good / walk through this storm, i would”)

First Time He Kissed A Boy - Kadie Elder (“troubled face / headphones on / forgetting time and place”)

Stella - Cereus Bright (“i don’t need anybody / i’m fine here on my own / but if i needed somebody / it’d be you i’d call my own”)

The Only Exception - Paramore “(up until now / i had sworn to myself that i was content with loneliness”)

About Love - Marina (“you’re in my head, you’re in my blood / and it feels so good, it hurts so much”)

Would You Be So Kind? - Dodie (“there’s gotta be some butterflies somewhere, wanna share?”

Will I Ever - Alice DJ (“you will never know / what i really feel inside / and how i lay awake at night”)

For Him - Troye Sivan (“you don’t have to say i love you to say i love you”)

Kiss The Boy - Keiynan Lonsdale (“if you want to kiss the boy / then you better kiss the boy right now”)

Electrified - Beth Crowley (“so this is what it feels like when someone gives you butterflies”)

Preach - Keiynan Lonsdale (“maybe we’ll fuck up sometimes, but who the fuck cares / i want your faults, your errors”)

Talk Me Down - Troye Sivan (“i wanna sleep next to you / but that’s all i wanna do”)

Make Out In My Car - Moses Sumney (“i’m not tryna / go to bed with ya / i just wanna make out in my car”)

Snail - Cavetown & Chloe Morindo (“i just wanna be a kid / but i don’t wanna be a kid who was born like this”)

Flat - Queen Bee (“if it weren’t for the swellings / i would’ve worn t-shirts with nothing underneath”)

You Can’t Tell Me (I’m Not A Man) - Jake Edwards (“i’m a man, yes i am / and more than you will ever be”)

Second Puberty - Jake Edwards (“for the first time my body will be on the same page”)

Tell Me A Story - Skylar Kergil (“yes, i’ve dropped octaves / because i am a mountain range”)

Lost Boy - Ruth B (“he came to me with the sweetest smile / told me he wanted to talk for a while”)

Somebody Told Me - The Killers (“somebody told me / that you had a boyfriend / who looked like a girlfriend / that i had in february of last year”)

#tokyo ghoul #mutsurie #tooru mutsuki #kuki urie #tg #tg playlists #my playlists

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When You Get What You Want... || Cutler & Skylar

Timing: Late January 19th, shortly after this chatzy

Location: Clarke’s Convenience Store

Tagging: @clarkesconvenience & @theskyeandsea

Description: Skylar’s rampage around town continues; Cutler offers a helping hand.

Warnings: Drug use, addiction, body horror, memory loss, medical blood

Disoriented and covered in flour and blood, Skylar stumbled down the road away from the shop, a giddy smile still on her face as her feet began to skip across the pavement. She bounded down the road before turning abruptly, eyes caught by the displays in the window. Staggering forward, she pressed her fingers against the glass and the same sticking sensation filled her. The atoms and molecules and all the tiny parts of what made her a person shifted until she was crashing into the center of the convenience store. With a dazed grin on her face, Skylar began to push displays over. Blood trickled down the side of her face from her ear, a clean jagged section of her earlobe ripped free and stuck in the glass of the convenience store. She barely noticed as the liquid splattered across the clean floors while she shoved at the shelves. Cutler had been mentally preparing himself for a break-in since he had come home. It was bound to happen eventually, as it had for his parents several times over the course of his childhood. When it did, he would handle it the same way his parents had: with calm, slow movements and total compliance.

It didn’t go that way.

For one thing, he had expected it to happen while the shop was open and the money would still be in the register. Instead, the crashing sound of displays being toppled downstairs had awoken him in the early hours of the morning. The cool and collected man of his practiced break-in fantasies was quickly replaced with a groggy version of himself in a wrinkled t-shirt and boxers, squinting in the dim light.

Slowly, he took in the scene before him in pieces. Spidery crimson tracks spilling down pale skin and dripping onto waxed tile, collapsed shelving units spilling all manner of dried goods onto the floor, and a familiar, crazed look behind wide, dark pupils. He had dealt with this many times in the ER. Well, maybe not this, exactly, but he knew intoxication when he saw it. His hand hovered over the light switch to his right and he called out before clicking the buzzing fluorescents on above them, “You need some help.” A statement, not a question; carried with the arrogant weight of medical school behind it. “I can patch that up for you.”

Stepping on bags of spices, Skylar took particular joy in watching as the dried herbs crumbled under her shoes. She ran her hand along the shelves, knocking more and more of the goods onto the ground, blood dripping across the crinkly bags. And then, she realized she wasn’t alone. Someone had entered from the back of the shop. Skylar spun around to look at him, tilting her head at him quizzically. “Help? I don’t need help, I have all the help I need.” She said with a giddy smile on her face, her teeth bright and gleaming in the lowlight. “Don’t want patches, nope, I don’t need another patchwork skin, nuh uh.” She said to herself, rubbing the sores on her arms as she spoke. She could feel something leaking from the raw abscesses that dotted her legs, but the pain was like a distant memory, far far away from her right now.

Bright white light washed over the store, revealing the full extent of the damage. Product littered the floor under the shifting soles of his unsteady guest. Cutler dropped his hand from the light switch and walked forward, sidestepping the lentil spillage by his feet. “Uh huh.” The wheels in his mind ground against each other, desperately trying to wake up in time to process the finer details of the situation that wouldn’t come together. Sharpened teeth inside a lazy grin and his front door still locked and unbroken; pieces of a puzzle that refused to click. “Can I take a look?” The wounds on her body were various levels of depth and severity, ranging from dark and old to bright and fresh. The whip-sharp crack of a brown paper bag crinkling under his foot caused him to freeze in place. He stared, cautious and gentle, afraid she would startle like a wild animal. His hand extended slowly, pale pink underside raised to her in timid surrender. “I’m not gonna hurt you. You know it makes it worse when you scratch them.” His voice continued in a muted string of comforting sound, filling the space between them. “Nothing intensive. Just get something on that ear, stop the bleeding. Do a once over for breaks and fractures, maybe disinfect those sores. If it’s food you want, I can get you some of that, too.”

Skylar watched as the man continued to walk towards her, slow, so slow. She didn’t want to slow down, she didn’t want to pause to stop and think and let all the thoughts she’d left behind catch back up to her. She just wanted to ride this wild, cresting high as far as it would take her and this man? No, no, no, he seemed like he’d put a stop to it. When he asked to look at her, Skylar squinted at him. “Why?” She asked. He took another step and then froze for some reason that she wasn’t quite sure of. There was a muffled sound, but she couldn’t tell what it was. Running her finger tips around her ears, Skylar remembered why. “Oh, that makes sense.” She said, tapping the place where her hearing aids normally rested. Focusing back on the man, she laughed. “You can’t hurt me, even if you wanted to. Even if I wanted you to,” Skylar paused, staring down at the blood that covered her. Looking up at him abruptly, she asked, “Do you think I need help?” Cutler watched her fingers lower from her ears, slick with blood. There was no alarm in her face as they came away, only a laugh that felt discordant and wrong. Even if I wanted you to. When her eyes met his, he felt his heart clatter against his ribcage with deafening irregularity. Something distinctly inhuman looked back at him. Or maybe it was the lack of something. “I do.” He replied, hoping his honesty would cut through the frenetic, animalistic energy to the person behind it. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, you know. Accepting help.”

Another step toward her. She was almost within his reach now. He blinked slowly, a prayer running across the back of his eyelids: Please don’t fight me. “At the very least, let me get some gauze on that. You’re bleeding all over my floor.” His hand reached up and touched his own ear instinctively, brushing against his full intact earlobe. He ran his tongue across the flat backs of his own teeth, feeling the square edges. Hers were definitely unnatural. Modified, maybe. “I haven’t even asked your name. How rude of me.” A ghost of a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, echoing the grin he might have worn in lighter circumstances. “I’m Cutler. And you are?”

He thought she needed help. But so had everyone else and that wasn’t what she’d wanted. Erin and Morgan and Leah and even Shiloh and Rio. They all said they wanted to help, but how could she know that? Skylar mulled over his words, tapping her fingers against her chin, ignoring the way the pads of her fingers stuck to her skin. All of them knew her, they all knew her and they knew what she was and who she was and even if they didn’t know why she was-- Skylar didn’t know why she was even though she could remember every pretty little pill she’d swallowed-- they knew what she should be. And this man didn’t. So maybe that made his help real. “Okay.” She said blithely, not realizing how much tension hung between the two of them. “Oh, but there is. Because people will help you and help you and help you and then one day, they leave. Because they’re too tired of putting up with all your shit and think it’s better to quit while they’re ahead.” She said earnestly.

At the mention of his floors, Skylar glanced down to the mess of crushed herbs and ruined inventory that were spattered with a thick trail of blood. “Oh. Whoops. I have a lot,” She said with a nod, before gesturing around at the mess. “Of blood. Lots of blood. This is… probably okay.” She said with a shrug. Squinting at him, Skylar repeated his name. “Cut-ler.” She let out a slight giggle, wondering where her knife had gone. Cutler. She could make that literal. “I’m Skylar.” She said, before looking expectantly at him. “So, are you going to help me not bleed all over your floors?”

Cutler listened intently. Someone had hurt this girl, and he didn't intend to be the next in the long line of grievances she had suffered. "If people desert you, that's their shame. Not yours." The contempt in his voice bled through and he swallowed it back down into his stomach. "I'm not going anywhere."

He followed her gaze down to the floor, and back up to her nonchalant shrug. "That's me. You ever go by Sky? I've gone by Cut to my friends." His mouth moved on it's own, giving his mind a chance to catch up with the unreality of the situation.

"It is a lot of blood, huh. Whooole lotta blood. Still limited supply, though." A deep sigh shot downward as his hands drifted to the resting spot on his hips where his apron drawstrings usually hung. He focused his gaze back on Skylar, unwilling to think about the cleanup he was going to have to do later. Alone, of course. No insurance company is gonna cover an illegal surgery. "Let's get something on that. I've got supplies back here. Gauze and tape and uh, all sorts of stuff. You need a hand?"

Shrugging, Skylar’s mind wandered to all the people she’d loved, who’d left this place, who’d left her behind because they had to go. Nic and Winston and Remmy, they’d left. They hadn’t abandoned her, not the way Ricky and her parents had, but they’d left this town and they’d left her too. “Sometimes people leave and that’s just what happens. And then you’re left trying to figure out who you were without them.” Skylar said with a nod.

“S-K-Y-E, yup. Just friends, though.” She said as she followed behind him, her footprints leaving thick smears against the linoleum flooring of the shop. At his question, she shook her head vigorously. “I don’t want a hand, nope, nope. Got two right here, don’t need more.” She said. “One of my friends kept losing their hands, but now they’re gone.” Skylar said, mostly to herself. “Gone, gone, gone.”

Cutler led the way to the back of the store, propping the EMPLOYEES ONLY door open with a coffee can of ice salt. “Alright, no hands. No problem.” Beyond the crack of the door, a grey cement room stared back at them, devoid of all the usual upholstery; no shelving, or paint, or tiling. The floor sloped ever so slightly downward, puckering at a large metal drain. Under the naked bulbs above him, he knelt to root through a box, pulling out various medical supplies and glancing over every so often to assess the damage.

“Skylar.” He called back, tendons in his neck jumping with the strain. “What hurts? Can you tell me if anything hurts inside?” As he ambled back toward her, his gaze shifted from sympathetic to critical, mind kicking into higher gear. Silicon gloves rolled down his wrists and his hand paused inches from her lesioned arm, waiting for permission. “Is there any point in me telling you to get rest after this?”

Skylar hadn’t been in the back rooms of many stores before, but she had a feeling that they didn’t look much like this. Staring around as he began to pull things out of a box, Skylar’s attention dropped back to the floor as she watched droplet after droplet of greyish red splash against the tile. They began to form a small trickle, flowing down, down, down the drain. At Cutler’s words, Skylar looked up and looked at him. “Nothing hurts. Nope, nope, can’t feel anything.” She said and, to prove it, she reached up with her fingers and grasped the chunk of her ear and pulled on it. Blood ran down her fingers, but she didn’t flinch because there wasn’t any pain to feel. It was all just light and bright and nothing at the same time. Holding out her arms, she shrugged. “I can rest. Sometimes I lie down in the woods for hours and hours.” She replied.

Cutler's lips parted in protest, too late to stop her from tugging on her ear. They came back together in a constricted wince. Crimson slick coated her hand and he redirected his attention from her unusual lesions to the fresh tear beside her face. "Okay. Alright. Let's clean this up." His voice was robotically measured, practiced bedside matter. Whether he was trying to steady her or himself, he wasn't entirely sure. "No pain is good. This still might sting, though. Let me know if you want me to stop."

The act of cleaning a wound is intimate by necessity. In close quarters, he could see the rise and fall of her chest below him and the heat of her skin under the sanitizing pad. He afforded her a gentle smile. It didn't say everything he wanted to say; that he too, had lain for hours in the forest while intoxicated. That he has, on more than one occasion, injured himself while drunk and mercifully felt no pain. Instead, he opted for a subtler approach. "Mhm. That sounds nice. Peaceful. Stay still for me if you can, Skylar." The skin of her neck started to become visible as he fastened a series of bandages to the area and wiped away the gore with soft, consistent movements. "Do you know what you took?"

Skylar was barely aware of the gauze pressed against her face. She could smell the sharp of the alcohol as it was used to clean her wounds, but the moment it touched her flesh, it felt like nothing at all. There was no pain, there was no pressure, there wasn’t even hot or cold. Her entire existence was just the manic thrum of excitement and giddy happiness that she had no control over. “Nope, it doesn’t hurt. You can keep doing your stuff.” She said and let Cutler wash away the blood. Sitting still was hard, but she managed it, even as her fingers felt like they wanted to sink into the nearest wall. She couldn’t do that, no, he wanted her to stay still. And he was helping her.

“Oh, it’s really nice. Really, really nice. Sometimes I’d just stay out there for days and days, because it was better than having to feel. But this, this is even better than that. Because I’m just so happy. So, so happy. I’ve never felt this happy before.” Skylar said breathily. At his question, Skylar grinned, remembering the way the pills had looked in the palm of her hand, the way the smoke had burned in her lungs, the soft burn of the Bliss as it ran through her veins. “Some pills, something in a cigarette, a mushroom or three and lots and lots of Bliss.” She said, her expression dreamy as she thought about the box of “supplies” she had stashed away back in her room.

Cutler concentrated on not letting his concern bleed through his expressions as he listened, resisting the downturn of his mouth and darkening of his brow. His hands moved from wound to wound, adept at giving them exactly the amount of attention they needed before moving on. When he had addressed everything in his view, he extended the white bundle of gauze toward her. “If there’s anywhere else. Underneath your-I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Of course he understood that sores don’t end at the boundaries of his patient’s clothing. It was more than likely that she had significant injuries that weren’t immediately visible. But she hadn’t come to him as a client, and he wasn’t about to start peeling clothing off a vulnerable woman, even to help her. “I need to make a quick call, anyhow. Do you mind?” His thumb was already swiping through a digital rolodex of old work contacts, distant friends, and exes. “I’ll be right over here, and you can call me if you need help. How does that sound?”

Skylar didn’t notice the way that Cutler’s expression shifted, she was more focused on the way her fingers were wrapped in gauze. Already, she could see the tips of white beginning to darken as blood soaked through the cloth. What started out as pinpricks of color blossomed into thick circles and Skylar pressed her fingers against the side of the wall, watching as the blood spread through the gauze. As he handed her another roll of gauze, Skylar looked at it blankly for a moment before realizing what he was saying. That’s right, she had the gash-- a gaping slash, a gash-- on her side. Mm, she should take care of it.

With clumsy hands, Skylar slid her hands under her shirt and pressed the pad of gauze against her bleeding side. It was hard wrapping the bandages around, but she managed it after a bit of effort. At Cutler’s words, Skylar tilted her head. “What are you doing?” She asked, standing back up, the world shifting around her as she did. Her head felt light, lighter than air, as her vision went black round the edges, but she didn’t care. Taking a step forward, Skylar shook her head. “Who are you calling?” Doctors? Hunters? People who’d poke her, prod her, hurt her, kill her? No, no, no.

Cutler’s eyes only flicked down to his hand for a moment, enough to dial but not enough time for his impromptu patient to injure herself further. He hoped. Next to his ear, the phone rang out. Once, twice. In his periphery, Skylar wrapped the gauze around her body. She looked strangely fragile in the unshaded bulbs; white fluorescents piercing sickly pale skin to sharp bone underneath. “I’m just making a call.” His chin tilted upward, speaking away from the still-ringing cell. Before he could come up with a lie that she would accept-not that he thought he had one ready-the soft click over the phone alerted him to the presence of someone on the other end.

He shifted away slightly, hoping the broad slopes of his shoulders would shield the storage room from the soft words he was speaking into the phone. “Hi, it’s Cut. Sorry about the hour. Yeah, yeah, long time. Listen, I need a favour. Do you still work at the Crisis Response Unit? I’ve got a young woman here who’s in distress. No cops, she just needs-” He was interrupted by scuffling behind him, turning just in time to see Skylar getting to her feet. She swayed so slowly that the room seemed to tilt with her. “Skylar-” His protest died in his throat as she lurched forward with surprising intensity, causing him to take a mirroring step backward. She was substantially smaller than him, but something in her eyes caused his heart to leap to his throat. It took another step forward for him to recognize it. Hatred. “It’s just an old friend. She might be able to help you. Better than I can.”

As the man turned his back on her, Skylar’s ears strained to pick up his hushed tones. She couldn’t pick up specifics, but her mind was already buzzing with possibilities of who was on the other line. Her eyes flicked around wildly, looking at the strange utensils that were laid out neatly on the table he’d taken her to. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she remembered that this was… a store. A shop in the center of town. With packets of chips and gum but also scissors and scalpels and gauze and gloves. Lips curling into a feral grimace, Skylar reached out and grabbed one of the shiny silvery tools from the table and pointed it at Cutler.

“Put down the phone.” Skylar said clearly, glaring at him while blood pounded in her ears. She could stab at him, plunge the tip of the scalpel into his chest over and over and over. She could lunge at him and bury her teeth into the soft flesh of his throat. She could rip him to pieces, she could hurt him, hurt him the way that Hunters wanted to hurt her. A trap, was this all a trap? “I don’t want your friend’s help-- I don’t, I don’t even want your help.” She sneered, tempted to rip the cotton gauze from her hands just to prove it to him. “I don’t want to hurt you, but I could. I could want to hurt you.” She said with another laugh, shaking her head. “So just, just put down the phone.”

The voice on the other end of the line began to rise into a higher register, tinny treble crackling through the rectangular mic at the bottom of the screen. “I’m completely fine. No one’s gonna hurt anyone here. Let me call you back.” Cutler spoke the words loudly and clearly, hoping the slight shaking his hand didn’t translate to his voice. Light flashed off the thin reflective blade of the scalpel. It was a tiny little thing, almost dwarfed in her white knuckle grip, but it could do serious damage. He knew that better than anyone.

“I’m putting it down.” The phone clattered to the cement floor, sending a nervous jolt through his body. Nice, Cutler. “I don’t think-” His tongue felt heavy against his sticky-dry lips, struggling to form the words he wanted to say. “I don’t think you’re a bad person. And I don’t think you really want to hurt me. If you did, you would have done it by now, right? You’ve had plenty of chances.”

Skylar watched as the man spoke, her eyes trained on him. The lights were bright and sharp around the two of them and it made the scalpel in her fingers glimmer like quicksilver. Liquid in her fingers, she could let it flash out, once, twice, a hundred times, she thought. She could let it slither from her grasp and embed itself into the man’s body, she could watch the blood flow, so slow, down down down the drain. It would be so easy, so quick. A sliver of silver, a knife, a life. The dull thudding of the phone against the floor brought her back to her senses and Skylar nodded. “Yup, it’s down.” She said before kicking out a foot, sending the phone skittering away.

“I could, I could. Everyone could. Everyone wants to hurt people, everything’s only ever wanted to hurt me. Why shouldn’t I hurt someone else? Why shouldn’t I be just like them?” Skylar asked, though the scalpel was already lowering in her hand. She didn’t want to. She didn’t really want to do that. Her arms felt weary, heavier than they’d felt in… well, she couldn’t remember. But the weight of the sharp blade in her fingers felt as though it was dragging her to the floor, pulling her down. “I never wanted to be like this.” She said gesturing to herself with the scalpel, hands waving wildly. “I thought I was normal. I thought everyone was normal. But it’s not and I’m not and I’m just some… thing. Some kind of monster.” Skylar said before letting out a watery laugh. Swiping at her face with her free hand, Skylar wondered when she’d started crying-- why was she even crying? There was nothing to be sad about, nothing to feel. “I-- I…” She stammered, shaking her head as she backed away towards the door she’d come from. Tossing the scalpel away, she looked at the man, mind caught between the urge to charge at him and to run far, far away from him. “I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you.” She said, shaking as she turned around and ran.

Cutler watched a thousand emotions pass over Skylar’s face in an instant. One well-placed slash with the scalpel in her hand and it could be over for him. The karmic balancing of the scales; a fitting end for him, maybe. But she wasn’t going to. He could see it even before her arm started to lower. She was at breaking point, tears overflowing their hitch-breath confines and words spilling out of her, stream-of-consciousness. “I know.” He said softly. And he did. He knew that she wouldn’t let him help. That she was leaving, and there was nothing he could do to stop her. “I know.”

For a moment, it appeared as if she had changed her mind and decided to tackle him anyway and he tensed, ready to parry or dodge whatever she threw at him, including herself. At the last second, she pivoted, running by him in close quarters. A quicker man might have blocked the door. A stronger man might have reached a hand out to stop her as she passed. Cutler was neither of these things. Instead, he just watched her go.

#p: wygwyw #tw drug use #tw addiction #tw: medical blood #tw memory loss #tw body horror #//as always if youd like a tw free recap just let me know!#//this was such a cool chatzy to write #p: cutler clarke

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