#Smokey Bear is Smoking Hot

[walkingzombiegirl]

Ahhh! So happy to see this blog finally unveiled! Would love to be the first request. Chloe, Rachel, and their very shy girlfriend. Basically two doms and their sub. Some petplay aspects if you're comfortable.

━ 𝘼 𝙎𝙄𝙍𝙀𝙉 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙃𝙀𝙍 𝙋𝙄𝙍𝘼𝙏𝙀

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 - chloe price x reader x rachel amber ( poly )

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀 - rachel loves your attention, unfortunately so does chloe, you just love basking in it. even when rachel as to keep her mouth in check.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 - smut, cursing, tongue f*cking, v fingering, cl*t play, oral sex ( r! receiving ), dom!rachel, dom!chloe, sub!reader

𝗲𝘅𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘀 - they're both attention whore methinks, also I'm so lazy I refuse to proofread this rn

It was hard to breathe, the choking smell of marijuana mixed with cigarette smoke rushed you. Filling every sense as her mint tasting breath fanned your lips, smokey eyes staring into your own with a rock tune playing in the back that you didn't know the words too.

She was like a siren, speaking but you only heard a melody, her nail tracing your jawline. Her lipstick was smeared and now was stretched across your glistening lips reminding you three of her claim.

"Take off your shirt."

Rachel blinked, waiting.

"But-" "C'mon..." She dragged the word out the moment after interrupting you, focusing instead on the way Chloe's pale palm cupped your stomach and played with the hem of the piece of clothing. "I want to see how pretty you look under there." The whisper was as sweet as honey, beckoning you towards the edge of the sea, teetering you towards the rocks and waves.

"Show me and Chloe how pretty your tits are." She giggled despite the vulgarity and her hand moved to brush the tips of her fingers over your neck. Tracing the marks, deep and pulsing and pressed with teeth marks. You felt your face get hot.

"I..." "I can't hear you, kitty cat." She sang, her nail running along your cheekbone. From behind you, Chloe let out a breath of amusement, her hand disappearing and a puff of smoke moving past your head with a whimsical motion, freely dancing through the room and you wondered how it felt to be so bottomless.

"Take off your shirt." Rachel spoke in a haze, still singing her death song in your ear, beckoning you forward towards land that didn't exist, only a hallucination to the eyes. "Okay.." You agreed.

You refused to look at her face, instead dropping your own sight to your breasts as you pushed your shirt away and onto the ground. Rachel's hand ghosting over one before being pulled away with a sigh.

"Don't do that." Her hand gripped your face, squishing your cheeks as her red nails kissed your skin. "Don't look away, you look so pretty like this... I wanna see all of you. Like last time..."

"You're not the only one." Chloe spoke, her sarcastic voice clang against every word that Rachel had said both soft and sharp, her emerald eyes briefly flickered to the girl passed your head with an expression unknown deep inside them. "I'd be quiet if I were you," she paused, facing you again with a grin, "or you won't get a taste."

The pressure lessened against your face but her grip never faltered, her gaze though, it moved amongst the room like a predator searching for something. Careful and calculated.

"That's not fair, Rach." Another huff of smoke, this time curling around your cheeks and ears from behind, tickling your noise and burning only the uppermost layer of your eyes.

"What's not fair is that this girl still has her bottoms on." Her head snapped to yours in a motion that made you flinch like a startled animal. An antelope caught in a trap, circled by two lions bearing their teeth.

"Hm... I think you're right." Chloe huffed in a breath, the sound of the ashtray clinking followed after. "Lay back, kitty, you're worried for nothing at all." But that was a lie, because the honey had seemingly been gobbled up, a cruel tease sounding in her voice where the hum of comfort had dropped. However, you didn't need to be told twice.

Chloe guided you backwards, hands grabbing away like a woman holding gold for the first time. Greedy and willing to cherish it all.

"Fuck yeah..." The blue haired girl muttered. You tilted your head up to look at her, feeling her fingers tease at your nipples while Rachel tugged at your shorts. "I like this version of you better than the shy one." She then stated, pinching one of the buds getting a whimper in response, your body shuddered.

"Chloe..." You said in a quiet voice, looking at her hand which danced around your chest. "Speak up." She moved down, nipping at your ear which caused a giggle to leave your throat.

Rachel watched, listening to the whispers of sweetness that Chloe gave through her own light breaths of laughter. All the while her hands moved, ghosting over your throbbing cunt and she nearly laughed and how quickly you snapped to look. Now it was Chloe's turn to watch.

"Eyes on me, kitty cat." Chloe muttered something under her breath that you couldn't hear. The world seemingly tunneled instead towards the way Rachel stuck out her tongue and took a large stride up your slit, even the sound you made was deaf to your ears.

"Tease." You did hear, Rachel's eyes boring into Chloe's as she began to tongue fuck your aching entrance, lips wrapped around you. You could barely pay attention to their struggle for dominance and instead dug your head against Chloe's torso, crying out for more.

Anything, but you couldn't bring yourself to ask. Luckily, you didn't need to.

Chloe's thin fingers circled your clit, her other hand still grabbing and achingly playing with your tit. You could hear Rachel making sound, vibrating everything between your legs but all that would come out was a few 'yeses' sputtered and liquid moans which gushed praise over both of their heads.

"How's that feel baby?" Her voice teased, watching you closely as Chloe kept you rocking towards the edge. "Does that feel good?" "Mhm-" "Don't be a dick, Rach, let her cum. She's been good the whole time."

The glare that Rachel then gave in return could've killed an entire sea of pirates, her grin that followed even sharper.

"You're so getting fucked later." "Bite me." Your whimpering brought them both back to reality, Rachel's eyes softening yet still as firey as ever.

"Aww I'm sorry, did we forget about you?" It was difficult to keep your eyes settled on her, but your face still felt her grasp though, now ghosted. "Let me fix that, since Chloe can't shut the fuck up." Chloe rolled her eyes at this, leaning down to kiss your neck and cheek instead.

Her mouth quickly returned to its previous intention. Fingers gliding into your hole effortlessly, her mouth covering all of the area Chloe couldn't with her still moving fingers. Her eyes never leaving yours no matter how much Chloe kissed and nipped at your skin.

The coil had wound tightly before you even realized, a barrel of girly noises and hums of pleasure escaping you before you could stop them. So close to the edge, and as far from teased as you could get, your hips began to push against her face out of pure need.

You needed more of her, so much more of her that you quickly got from the sudden psychotic glint in her eye. She moved faster, a wet sound filling up the room to the brim while she finger fucked you, her other hand keeping one of your legs back from closing.

"Guy- Guys-" Your head tossed back as you came against her mouth, feeling Chloe's kisses still and her hand lazily flicking your clit. A euphoric wave rushing from your thighs to the tippy top of your entire body.

You jerked towards her again, cheek pressed against Chloe's face as you instinctively turned towards her. It made her grin, looking at your flustered and open mouthed face.

"You're really hot." She whispered to you and seemingly no one at the same time, the tic of your orgasm still making you flinch. Your breath coming in short and deep waves, breaking away before returning.

You looked away, cheeks burning with sudden embarrassment.

"Isn't she?" Rachel's cockier tone cut in, lifting herself so her chest pressed with yours, mouth latching onto your own. It allowed you to taste how sweet your cunt was, her lips still wet with arousal and saliva as she smiled widely. "Again?"

"Fucking hell, can't I get a turn?" "Chloe I'm gonna kill you."

i think i accidentally favored rachel in this because funny enough i used to hate her but i have grown

[floydmtalbert]

Tab + “nostalgia” from this prompts list, for @shoshiwrites

It is a hot, still evening in late August. The war has been over for a year.

Floyd steers the pickup onto a dusty side road skirting the edge of a cornfield, driving slowly, heading nowhere in particular. He holds the wheel loosely with one hand; the other hangs out of the open window. The lowering sun is warm on his forearm and on the side of his face, and glaring bright, so that he has to narrow his eyes as he stares through the dirty windshield down the road ahead, stretching away into a heat haze along the horizon.

There are no other cars on the road, no houses or farms in sight. No people. Just the cornfield, flashing yellow-green past the window, and the road ahead, long and straight, rippling in the heat. Everything quiet and lifeless, save for the pickup, the hum of the tyres on the asphalt and the rumble of the engine.

The mail that morning had brought a letter from Bill Guarnere, chatty, containing a photo of Frannie and their baby boy, and full of updates on other Easy men and plans for a reunion. Floyd can’t see the point. A bunch of fellas sitting around talking about the good old days, when they weren’t all that good, and aren’t exactly old, either.

He huffs a long sigh, makes a slight adjustment to the steering wheel. Maybe it��s only him that thinks that way.

Floyd came home nearly a year ago and picked up where he left off. He sleeps in his childhood bedroom, under the old patchwork quilt his great-aunt made, with his high school basketball trophies still on the shelf, dutifully dusted by Nellie Talbert every week, and all the old photographs pinned to the corkboard: himself as a ten-year-old with the family dog, him and his father fishing on Lake Michigan during the one vacation his parents had been able to afford, photobooth snapshots with girlfriends, all married, now, or gone to Indianapolis for work. A few months back he’d even found a bunch of dirty magazines hidden in a box under the bed, a relic of his teenage years. He’d burned them in the backyard, and filled the box instead with his medal ribbons, and his jump wings, all the patches and chevrons, and other bits and pieces, and the bundle of photographs he never looks at but still can’t bear to throw out, and kicked it back under the bed.

He turns onto another road, the pickup bumping over a pothole. The sun is behind him now. He drives past a couple of ramshackle houses, and, further on down the road, a farmhouse, with a barn and a cluster of grain silos. The road is long and straight and level, but he takes it easy. No hurry, nowhere to go.

Major Winters writes now and then—and that’s another thing, Floyd can’t stop thinking of him as Major Winters, even though the man keeps telling him to call him Dick. He’s working in New Jersey, with Captain Nixon, has already been promoted once. Chuck is doing better, working, seeing a nice girl. Joe Liebgott is getting married—or is maybe already married by now. His latest letter sits in Floyd’s bedside drawer, unopened. Smokey calls every couple of weeks, talking about using the GI Bill to go to college.

Floyd got his old job back with Mr Nelson, doing odd jobs on the farm, and in the evenings he takes his dad’s Chevy and heads out for a drive, alone, going nowhere in particular. Sometimes he circles the reservoir, watching the changing colours of the sky reflected in the water. Sometimes he drives through the suburbs on the other side of town, where the houses are tidy and painted fresh white, and have big wraparound porches and garages, and trees on the lawn out front. Other times he heads east, taking one road after another through the acres of farmland, left turn, right turn, zigzagging out and around and back on himself. Just driving, and smoking, sometimes drinking, half a bottle of whisky in a paper bag that he tosses out before he gets home.

In the rearview mirror the sun is a deep orange, flaring along the horizon.

He tries to think of what a reunion would be like. He imagines a big room in some hotel, with a dance floor, and tables set up around it. Maybe there’d be coloured paper garlands strung along the walls and across the ceiling, like they did for his high school prom, or the USO dances in England. He imagines all the fellas there, with their wives in cocktail dresses, and pictures of their kids in their wallets, catching each other up on their jobs, and their houses, and the new car. Or else their college classes, the cute girls on campus, the fraternity parties. And then the talk would turn to the war, d’you remember when and I’ll never forget that time, the jokes and the hijinks and everything else tucked away and the whole thing a big adventure, and done with, in the past.

Floyd slows the pickup and guides it carefully over a culvert. The engine chugs.

He doesn’t want to remember the war, but he can’t seem to move on from it, either. He sleeps in his old room, and works the same job he was doing at eighteen, and after work he drives around aimlessly, with nothing to do and nowhere to go. He’s tired, bored. Mostly he’s angry: at everything, and everyone, and himself most of all.

Maybe it would be good to see the guys again, he thinks as he turns onto another road. Just once. Maybe then he could get it out of his system. Snap out of it, stop holding himself back.

Twilight is falling now, and the air is soft and warm. Floyd switches on the headlights and keeps his eyes on the road ahead, dusty, uneven, patched asphalt revealed in the wobbling beam of light, and glances up now and then to watch the colours fade from the western sky.

He wouldn’t go, he decides. There was nothing to say, nothing worth remembering. He props his elbow up on the sill, and then hangs his hand out of the window again, feeling the air stream through his open fingers.

[i-cant-believe-its-not-silk]

Dracula flow quotes but they're so much worse

We smoking that childhood friend netoraie.

No one expects that Morgan Freeman gussy.

We was smoking melatonin, Got that Sandman asking for hazard pay.

I was out charting the gender spectrum when the kill squad came, They should have known, They didn't.

They sent me too the mines but I just started peeling carrots.

Smokey the bear with that smoking hot wear, You're a furry now bitch.

I taught my woman how to do math, now she spitting fire like a witch.

My granola bars ask for permission.

The doors are screaming and I'm in the shower eating soap.

I pay my enforcers in exposure.

I expected the Spanish inquisition.

Vampire tried to steal my blood little did she know I was zooming on that brimstone and garlic butter.

I get bought by the Blahaj I'm moving different.

The last thing he heard before I ultra booty blasted his ass with my revovler was me screaming my attack name before I let the shadow wizards take him.

I sold my soul for 67 human teeth.

Team rocket challenged me to a poke battle I pulled out that Glock.

My fingers were itching I pulled out that bonesaw.

I put the fire mage in a cave, we smoking vacuums.

we smoking dungeon cores.

I don't care if I get vaccinated I'm already autistic.

Call my bitch Autistic Enterocolitis the way she destroys my asshole.

Musicians summon me by playing tritones.

We smoking bubonic doctors.

I'm Nurgle's wet dream walking different.

I kept my bones from joining skeleton war.

My trans-gun stuck on corpse mode.

I jumped on the trampoline until i fell through it.

I don't move around the fire, I just sit inside the smoke.

we in that campfire pinewood smoke.

we snuffing them M1 Garand vapers.

ambulances slow down for me.

we sniffing that swamp fog.

I say … out loud in my conversations.

I go for the kneecaps I don't even care if they sue me.

Ain't no one gonna see me without my emotional support racoon girl.

I've never even seen a marvel movie.

Reach for my armpit I'll turn you into a musk slut.

Its over now you are welcome.

I take no responsibility for my autistic rizz.

[hotcupoteckla]

I've said it before and I'll say it again:

Ban the Ad Council

The ONLY thing they do as an Attempt at a "saving grace" is to use a droplet of ad money to inform the public about specifically targeted issues - ones that can turn righteous ire against corporations against individuals: truth, Smokey Bear, Recycling, children in hot cars, etc.

1. Smoking Industry

2. EPA being defunded, National Park Service being defunded, let alone these areas used to be reservation areas for American Indigenous peoples, and we can't give it back for some reason?

3. EPA being defunded, corporate pollution, and corporate design of wasteful products.

4. Have you ever wondered why there aren't solar panels above parking lots, shielding those lots and those cars from baking in the sun?

Oh? Those cost money to build? Too much money?

Even if they could save the lives of infants? Or even dogs put into cars for extended periods?

Or how about auto manufacturers not putting in a backseat weight sensor? Or a temperature gauge and vent system??

These Are complications to corporate policy, but I'm really sick of "the need to expand" causing suburban sprawl without any contributions back to the power grid and outright refusing to use any profits to save the lives of children in their liability perimeter.

I'm sure there's more campaigns against the individual that belong on corporate stoops, but these are the most egregious I can think of currently.

You wouldn't even have to ban targeted ads, just tax them at about 10%.

They'll stop.

Also I've said this before but advertising is an industry that should be considered as pointless and harmful as fossil fuels.

[togachipblog]

Fire Prevention and Chips

Major fires are once again in the news.  It seems that this is an annual occurrence, especially in the Western portion of the United States.   Historically, many potato chip factories have had fires from the hot oil.  

October is fire safety month and a billboard in Schenectady, NY displayed the following fire prevention safety tips:    “Install Smoke Detectors. Test Monthly,” “Get your Furnace Checked” and “Have a Fire Escape Plan. Get Out & Stay Out.”Billboards spread fire safety message.

Most US residents grew up with the iconic mascot for fire protection, Smokey the Bear.  Remember the trivia question  "What is Smokey the Bear's middle name?"  Answer: "the."  See the photo of me with Smokey.

Our neighbors North of the Border have their own history regarding fire protection mascots and one of them had a link to the potato chip industry.  An article in the September 1964 edition of Potato Chipper explains how Canada held a contest to come up with its own mascot for fire protection and that one of the entries, "Bucky the Beaver,  was submitted by Omer Longo, an Old Dutch Potato Chip Company plant superintendent.  

Reading the article about the Bucky the Beaver submission for the Canadian fire protection mascot got me to wondering whether it was the successful submission.  What I found is that there is no universal Canadian fire protection mascot.  While a number of the provinces and territories in Canada use Smokey the Bear as their mascot, and many use Sparky the Dog, there were others that had their own mascot. Alberta’s wildfire and forest management mascot is Bertie Beaver, a mascot drawn and provided to what was then the Alberta Forest Service, by Walt Disney in 1958. Most of the messages have been focussed on wildfire prevention.  Read about the history of Bertie:  https://pubs.cif-ifc.org/doi/pdfplus/10.5558/tfc2014-028.  Alberta also owns the rights to Nero and Ashcan:  http://www.firecomm.gov.mb.ca/safety_nero.html 

Happy Birthdays  2019 was a milestone birthday for both Smokey (75) and Bertie (60).   Read about Bertie in the Forest History Association of Alberta newsletter – Bertie Beaver turns 60, at Page 18 http://albertaforesthistory.ca/docs/Newsletters/FHAA-Newsletter-Issue18-Mar2019.pdf Read about Smokey's birthday.  https://www.smokeybear75th.org/

Do you know what Smokey the Bear's original name was?

Answer: Hotfoot Teddy was the name given to a small bear cub that was found burned and clinging to the top of a tree at a forest fire in New Mexico's Capitan Mountains in 1950. The bear cub was rescued by firefighters, and his survival story had touched people’s hearts. He was donated to the National Zoo in Washington, D.C. with an important job to do. Hotfoot Teddy became the mascot and messenger for the Department of Natural Resources Fire Prevention Program. He was later renamed to Smokey Bear. Today, Smokey Bear is widely recognized as the symbol for forest fire prevention and is credited with significantly reducing the number of forest fires each year. Thanks to Bruce Mayer at the Forest History Association of Alberta, Canada, and Jeff Ervin, Fire Prevention Officer for the Province of Manitoba, Canada for their assistance in research for this blog post.   

Enjoy Sammy Davis, Jr. sing "That Old Black Magic," in which he adlibs at 2:15 "You Gotta Put Out the Fire!"

The Toga Chip Guy

[colbyheartland]

Blazing gilr summer, ducking red hof girl sunmed, summer of the spicy hot smokin red girl, girlie girl smoke summer sausage,, smokin smokey the bear hot girl simmer

[papermoonloveslucy]

GREAT BALL OF FIRE!

Lucille Ball and the Fire Department

Where there’s smoke - there’s Lucy!  Lucy’s encounters with the fire department are legendary - even becoming a volunteer firefighter on “The Lucy Show.” 

“I Love Lucy” wouldn’t have been possible without the cooperation of the Los Angeles Fire Department, who helped bring the studio up to code for filming when live audiences were introduced to the mix. Previously, audiences were not permitted on film sets due to fire codes. Ironically, the show’s sponsor was a cigarette company, at a time when smoking indoors was commonplace. 

In “Be A Pal” (1951), Lucy sets fire to Ricky’s newspaper to get his attention! Considering all the trouble and cost Desi had to assure the studio audience’s safety for the Los Angels Fire Department, it is amazing this gag was allowed!

“Fred and Ethel Fight” (1952) ~ When Fred and Ethel patch things up, Lucy and Ricky start feuding, leading to Lucy to pretend to be hit by a bus and Ricky to stage a fire in the apartment to test each other’s affection. Ricky and Fred use a toy siren and a beekeepers smoker to convince Lucy the building’s ablaze. 

Moments from the episode, including the aftermath of the ‘fire’ were recreated for the 2021 film Being the Ricardos. 

In “The Marriage License” (1953), one of the many hats worn by Mr. Willoughby (Irving Bacon) is fireman, presumably of the Connecticut town of Greenwich where the scene is set. Mr. Willoughby mistakes Lucy’s red hair for the flames of a fire. His helmet says “Engine 1″. 

In "Too Many Crooks" (1953), suspecting Lucy to be Madam X, Fred and Ethel spy on her from the fire escape. Fire escapes were common features of New York City apartment buildings, a series of metal ladders allowing residents to get out of the building in case of a fire. They were most famously represented in the musical West Side Story.

A running plot point of the first season of “The Lucy Show” (1963) has Lucy and Viv recruiting their friends to serve as the Danfield Volunteer Fire Department. Naturally, Lucy serves as Captain. 

Six weeks earlier, in “Lucy Puts Up a TV Antenna” (1962), two firemen help Lucy and Viv off the roof when their DIY installation of a TV aerial goes wrong. Chuck Roberson and Hubie Kerns play the firemen. 

Lucy is dismayed that nearby towns have a fire department, while Danfield has none. In “Lucy and Viv are Volunteer Fireman” (1963), the first episode to begin the plotline, Lucy writes to her congressman about the situation.

Dear Senator Dodds;

I feel it is my duty to point out an alarming situation which exists here in Danfield. Because of re-zoning in the county our fire department has been transferred to Ridgebury many, many miles away. As a result, in case of a fire, defenseless women and little children will be left helpless to face a flaming inferno. Until this outrageous condition is rectified, the least you can do for Danfield is to create a volunteer fire department.  

Yours very truly,

Lucille Carmichael

PS: I plan to vote for you in the next election. That is, if the polling place hasn’t burned down.  

In response to their letter, they are visited by Captain Metcalf (Patrick McVey) of the Ridgebury Fired Department. 

Jerry and Sherman are appointed Junior Firemen. This is a real-life program for youth run by most American and British fire departments to encourage home safety in fire prevention. Talking about the potential for a fire, Lucy says she doesn’t want to be known as one of the “Last of the Red Hot Mamas.”

The episode uses a fire pole and a Moreland fire truck. Both are employed for comic effect. 

Lucy and Viv rehearse putting on their fire fighter uniforms, calmly timing themselves as they do. When a real fire alarm sounds, the moment is comically chaotic. 

When Metcalf is training the women at the old firehouse, there is a Smokey Bear Forest Fire Prevention poster behind him. This particular design was first issued in 1953.

Captain Metcalf claims that the reason the Danfield volunteer fire brigade will consist of all females is because so many men commute to New York, further reinforcing that fictional Danfield is a bedroom community of Manhattan.

In connection with this episode, Lucille Ball and Vivian Vance were made honorary fire chiefs of the Los Angeles Fire Department. They were photographed wearing official white helmets with Henri O'Bryant, vice president of the Fire Commission, Fred Kline, commission president, and LA Fire Chief William L. Miller.  

Because the episode was shot out of order, the fire fighter plotline is not mentioned in the next two episodes, but resumes in “Lucy’s Barbershop Quartet” (1962). Since all the members of the group are members of the Danfield Volunteer Fire Brigade, the quartet is named The Four Alarms. 

Again, the storyline is put on the back burner for two episodes, until “Lucy Drives a Dump Truck” (1963). After promising the Volunteer Fire Department that the town council will pay for their new uniforms, the girls find that they will be stuck for the cost themselves. They want to relieve Lucy as captain, until she comes up with the idea of selling newspapers for salvage. 

In addition to Lucy and Viv, the members of the Danfield Volunteer Fire Department are: Thelma Green (Carole Cook), Audrey Simmons (Mary Jane Croft), Dorothy Boyer (Ruth Crews, later Dorothy Konrad), Babette Edwards (Karen Norris), Frances (Mary Wickes), Colleen (Renita Reachi), Pauline Lopus, Grace, as well as background performers Bess Flowers and Hazel Pierce.

The next time we hear about the volunteer fire department, the show is being filmed (but not initially aired) in color!  “Lucy Plays Cleopatra” (1963). The women recruite acting coach Professor Gitterman (Hans Conried) to help them stage the production. 

“Lucy and Viv Play Softball” (1963) ~ Lucy and Viv are usually bench warmers when the Danfield Volunteer Fire Department plays softball, but a member’s preganancy lands them on the field. 

"Lucy Puts Out a Fire at the Bank” (1963) ~ When the town council refuses to fund the Danfield Volunteer Fire Department, Lucy takes her brigade for some training to impress Mr. Mooney, then sets a small fire at the bank to demonstrate their worth!  Mr. Mooney wants Danfield to be served by New Rochelle's Fire Department. In previous episodes they were served by Ridgebury.  

The Danfield Volunteer Fire Department has a service record of:

43 cat rescues; 12 of them of the same cat. 

8 clogged up chimney flues unclogged.  

16 piles of burning leaves were extinguished.

1 lawsuit against the city for water damage at the Armenian restaurant for an incident surrounding flaming shish-kabob on a sword.

Their training is led by Captain Burke (Alan Hale Jr.).  This is the final episode of the fire brigade plotline, ending a year after it is introduced. 

In “Lucy the Coin Collector” (1964), Lucy and Viv stand on the street in front of a bright yellow fire hydrant. Along with the mailbox, the fire hydrant was a standard set dressing for scenes taking place on city streets. 

In “Lucy the Disc Jockey” (1965), the last episode set in Danfield, Lucy uses a fire extinguisher when the control board explodes. The radio station is covered in foam for the rest of the episode. The moment was included in the show’s opening montage. 

“Lucy Makes a Few Extra Dollars” (1971) ~ Lucy Carter breaks out a fire extinguisher when Harry sets a fire in the office waste basket. 

Larry J. Blake plays the fireman who comes to extinguish the trash can blaze. 

“Lucy’s Punctured Romance” (1972) ~ Lucy burns the roast causing the fire department to smash the front door glass. Larry J. Blake returns as the Fire Cheif (wearing the same uniform), joined by Orwin C. Harvey and Sid Gould. 

[bread999]

2 years ago. A little less scruffy.

[hailing-stars]

all that and the stars 

summary

“Did you smoke weed or turn into a therapist?” asks Tony.

Suddenly serious, Peter sits up, and blinks, his brown hair falling into his not-so-innocent eyes. “I didn’t smoke. I am not high.”

“Peter, my entire kitchen is wrecked. I saw the spray cheese.”

OR

Peter gets high and becomes very deep and philosophical, and Tony is there for it.

It’s 2:15 in the morning when the smoke alarm blasts Tony out from a blissfully deep sleep.

His eyes snap open.

“What the fuck,” he mutters, and rolls over to see Pepper watching him with annoyance radiating off her.

“Please go take care of it,” she tells him.

“Fine, fine,” says Tony, slipping away from the warmth of his comforter and putting his feet on the cold, hardwood floor. “But if it’s actually a fire this time I’m not coming back up. I’m just sending a suit.”

“No fire detected, boss,” says Friday, without Tony even needing to ask plainly. “It seems that Peter left his pizza in the oven too long.”

“Alarm off,” says Pepper. The ringing stops, and she buries her head into her pillow. “He’s a menace.”

“A dead one,” promises Tony.

He’s rubbing sleep-gunk from his eyes as he wanders into his smokey kitchen. It smells like burnt cheese, and it only gets worse after Tony finds the oven mitts, slips them on, and rescues the pizza from the oven. There isn’t much of it left to be rescued if he’s telling the truth. It’s a shade of brown that makes it unrecognizable as food, even.

Tony lets out a deep sigh, and opens a window, letting the smoke drift out into the summer night.

As the smoke thins out, he looks around for his dumbass spider-child, but he’s nowhere to be seen, even after he looks up and thoroughly checks the ceiling, his usual hiding place. Only traces of him are left behind.

His freezer’s door has been left open. Tony shuts it, just as he notices the half empty container of cookie dough ice cream sitting on the counter with a spoon stuck in it. Candy wrappers litter the floor, and an opened bag of gummy bears sits next to an explosion of cheese puffs.

It’s the puffs that bring Tony to the conclusion that a crime has been committed here, and when Tony spots the can of spray cheese, it’s only further evidence.  

Peter’s been smoking the good stuff.

Too much of the good stuff, and Tony needs to find him, make sure he’s safe and tucked into bed, before he’s reunited with his cozy covers.

Lucky for him there’s a trail of cheese puffs leading towards the backdoor, so he’s at least got a good place to start. He slips Pepper’s flip-flops on, and steps outside. Summer air greets him with a fresh breeze. It’s still hot, for being in the middle of the night, but without the sun scorching down, it’s pleasant.

The trail of cheese flavored snacks stays consistent, and he follows it across the yard, and to the dock, where he sees Peter lying flat on his back, staring up at the stars.

It’s a lucky night.

Peter at least hasn’t fallen into the lake in his extremely altered state.

“Peter,” says Tony, nudging the boy with his foot. He meant to kick him harder, but the goofy grin that stretches across the kid’s face drains his annoyance about being woken up by a screeching alarm.

“Oh hey, Mr. Stark, what are you doin’ up?”

And just like that, the aggravation returns.

“I don’t know,” says Mr. Stark. “I was thinking about having a pizza.”

“Ohhhhh,” says Peter, eyes as wide as saucers. “Pizza sounds great. Can you order break sticks too?”

For a few seconds Tony actually considers whipping out his phone and doing as the kid says. It’s the Peter effect. He’s looking particularly pathetic all high out there on the dock, and it’s playing right into Tony’s parental instinct to feed, water, and send to bed until he wakes up normal, or well, as normal as Peter Parker is capable of being.

“Pete,” says Tony. “I think you forgot about something. In the kitchen.”

“Oh damn, I left the ice cream out,” says Peter. He dramatically wads his own face with his hand, then pulls it away. “Don’t worry. I can drink it. Like soup.” He chuckles at his own joke, and then refocuses on the stars above them. “You still think about space, Mr. Stark?”

“Yep,” says Tony. “All the time.”

“Mmhmm, me too,” says Peter. “Space was bad, but the stars are still pretty.”

“I suppose they are.” Tony can’t disagree with Peter when he’s all high and philosophical. Instead he sits down on the wood, and listens to the lake water gently ripple against the dock. “Never really noticed. Don’t like looking at them much, I guess.”

“Shame,” says Peter. “We got lucky, didn’t we?”

“Lucky?”

“Well you got Morgan and Pepper and Happy and Rhodey,” he explains, “and I’ve got May, Ned and MJ. We’ve got all that and the stars.”

“Did you smoke weed or turn into a therapist?” asks Tony.

Suddenly serious, Peter sits up, and blinks, his brown hair falling into his not-so-innocent eyes. “I didn’t smoke. I am not high.”

“Peter, my entire kitchen is wrecked. I saw the spray cheese.”

“It’s Happy’s fault.”

“It’s Happy’s fault that you’re high? How?”

“Dunno,” Peter shrugs. “Just felt like I should blame someone.”

Tony laughs. “You don’t. You’re not in trouble, but you will be scrubbing the insides of my oven and the entire kitchen tomorrow.”

“Aww.”

“Now, let’s get you off to bed, so I can go back to sleep without worrying about you drowning in the lake.”

A flash of sadness crosses Peter’s face. “I woke you up? I’m terrible.”

It’s such a small thing.

A normal inconvenience any parent would expect to have. Kids woke you up in the middle of the night. Even the teenage-shaped ones. It’s an inconvenience that’s well worth the title of parent, and it pains Tony to see Peter looking so distressed, even if he knows it’s mostly his altered state doing the talking and enhancing his emotions.

“You’re not so terrible,” says Tony. “I’m lucky. I’ve got you back and the stars are still pretty.”

Peter’s grin comes back. It isn’t so goofy this time, and when he looks up at the stars, there’s a peace radiating off him. “You know they really used to freak me out, like, when we first brought everyone back. I don’t know when they stopped being scary.”

Progress, Tony supposes. The kid is healing. He’s resilient, in a way Tony hopes to be someday. He’s always admired Peter’s strength, his optimism, despite his life being made so difficult.

“Just looked up one day, and everything was alright.”

“That’s great, kid.”

Peter tenses up, without warning, and his eyes lock on something in the lake water. He stretches out his arm and points to a bloated, orange puff of cheese floating in the dark water.

“Mr. Stark,” he says. “I gotta save the puff.”

“Hey, no –“ says Tony.

He tries to grab Peter before it happens, but he’s too late. The boy rolls off the dock, and splashes into the water. He disappears under the surface. There’re a few terrifying seconds where Tony believes he’s going to have to jump in and rescue him, but luckily, Peter’s head emerges and he’s saved the trouble.

“Mr. Stark,” he says, sadly, as he splashes around and treads water. “I lost the puff.”

Tony closes his eyes and takes a deep breath in, then out. With his head tilted upwards, he opens his eyes. Peter’s right about the stars. They’re bright, and they’re far away, and Tony’s reminded of what really matters.

“Pete,” he says. “Look up.”

Peter lifts his head, and says, “Oh yeah.”

“Now please get out of the lake before you drown.”

Peter laughs at him, and sloppily swims to shore, where Tony greets him and guides him back inside the house with an arm slung around his shoulders. He tracks water all over the place, but Tony doesn’t mind, as he fully intends on putting the kid to work cleaning up the kitchen mess and the lake water once he wakes up.

“Oh yeah, I forgot,” says Peter. He stops at the kitchen counter, and stares at the burnt pizza. “My pizza!”

He grabs the crusty brown pizza and chomps his mouth into it before he can be stopped. Tony can only watch in horror, and a little amazement, as the boy munches happily on the grossest pizza Tony has ever laid eyes on.

“Alright, alright I can’t let this go on any longer,” says Tony. He slaps the pizza away, and it falls from Peter’s hands and onto the floor. “Step away from the pizza, Parker. It’s bedtime.”

Peter pouts about it, but eventually lets Tony coax him up the stairs, where he dries off, gets into clean clothes, and disappears under a giant comforter. Tony wishes him goodnight before returning to his own bedroom, and slipping back into bed with Pepper.

“Everything good?” she asks, sleepily, with her eyes closed.

“Yeah,” says Tony, opting not to mention the state of the kitchen. “The stars are really pretty tonight.”  

[peachyywestt]

Unlovable

this is an exert from a full story I am writing with this oc so some scenes and dialogue might be confusing. this takes place season 2 episode 4 after kie and pope ran off from the group. to be honest I wasn’t even going to post this but my friends hyped me up so here it is :)

jj maybank x oc

words: 1.5k

JJ storms off into the chateau after Kie and Pope had wandered off together. The three remaining teens look between each other before Maggie decides to get up and go after him. She walks into the house, the screen door slamming shut behind her. She looks around to find JJ standing in the kitchen. He is leaning on the counter staring down, he doesn’t even look up when she walks in.

“What’s wrong J?” She asked keeping her distance from him, giving him the space she thought he needed.

The blonde mumbled something under his breath that she couldn’t make out. She asked him what he said before he suddenly looked up him and yelled. “I said nothing.”

“Well obviously something is wrong by the way you’re acting!“ She had said in response now getting a little frustrated with the situation herself, why was he acting like this? What did she do wrong? She followed him through the house into the guest bedroom as he tried to walk away from her. “Don’t walk away! “

He turned towards her before blurting out. “You know what’s wrong?!?! This! This is what is wrong!” He said gesturing between them with his hands. He stared into her eyes, his pupils blown wide. His nostrils flared with how hard he was breathing.

“I don’t understand…..did I do something?” Maggie had said, confusion evident on her face. She pulled her hands closer to herself to hide her shaking hands.

“We are what’s wrong, this relationship is what’s wrong! I don’t wanna be friends with you Maggie.” He said out of breath from yelling.

Her face fell, her heart breaking. She took a deep breath in, letting the heartbreak fully settle in. “Oh….well I uh didn’t know you felt that way, i’ll just go.” She said in a monotone voice. She turned her back towards him and bent down to start grabbing her stuff. She grabbed her bag and started shoving her belongings in it aggressively trying to get out of the situation. She wadded up her clothes and shoved in her bag turning and walking out of the room with JJ hot on her tail.

“Where are you going?!” He yells trailing after her. She grabbed random belongings of hers as she walked through the house towards the exit.

“I’m leaving, I'm not staying here if you don’t want to be friends with me anymore.” She said over her shoulder before walking out the door.

She walked outside with JJ trailing after her trying to get her to listen to him but she was having none of it.

“Mags! Wait! That’s not what I meant!” She continued to ignore him as they got closer to John B and Sarah. The blonde girl eyeballing them when she saw Maggie throw a bag full of stuff on the porch.

As soon as they got close enough to them John B put his hand over JJ’s mouth telling him to be quite before he said they thought they heard a car door. Sarah looked at Maggie raising an eyebrow, Maggie just gave her a look that said don’t ask.

The four teens scramble up the tree when they heard the sound, Maggie struggling to pull herself up before someone just grabs her and pulls her the rest of the way up.

The four teens sat in complete silence, scared to make a move.

Rafe walks up.

Glass smashed from inside the house and Barry walks out of the Chateau, "Anything?" Rafe asks from beneath the four teens. "No, ain't shit in there, bro." Barry says with an annoyed tone. "No? Nothing?" Rafe asks. "No, nothing, Rafe."

Rafe points to the smoking pile of ash where the bonfire was, "They were obviously just here based on the smoke, bro." Rafe tries to tell Barry but he's not listening. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Great observation, Boy Scout." Barry says. “I mean they're not far, you know?" Rafe shouts. "Smokey the bear! Look at you, bro!" Barry yells.

“P4L." Barry laughs when he reads what was engraved into the tree, "Well shit." Rafe says and the teens can practically see the smug smirk on his face. "So your sister's a Pogure for life, huh, Rafe? Now, who would've thought?" Barry says.

There's a beat of silence, "Shit!" Rafe shouts so loudly it makes Maggie jump. JJ, who she hasn’t even noticed as the one whom pulled her up in the tree, squeezed her tighter. She was so confused at the moment, didn’t he just say he didn’t wanna be friends?

Rage’s gun cocks and he begins shooting wildly up into the tree. “Chill your shit Chill out! You're gonna get our asses busted, dog!" Barry yells at Rafe who's in psycho mode. With that, the two run off.

She didn’t even feel it at first, she was too occupied with what was happening, she remembered seeing the bullet almost his JJ and the relief she felt when it hit the bark instead.

She held her breath until she was sure Rafe and Barry had left. When she heard the sound of them speeding away, she left out breath and slouched back. That’s when she felt it. This searing burning feeling in her left shoulder, she looked at it in shock, seeing the blood seeping through the shirt she had thrown on. She swayed slightly, almost falling out of the tree. JJ, who had been next to her, grabbed onto her before she could fall. He was confused, was she hurt?

She let out a screech we she was jostled by the move, the pain spreading and throbbing. The other three teens looked to her at the sound, all seeing the blood covering her shoulder.

“Holy shit!“ Sarah was the first to speak. “Were you shot?!”

Maggie just looked at them, her mouth opening and closing but no words coming out. She was in shock.

“We have to get her to the hospital” JJ said holding onto her closely.

The teens managed to maneuver her out of the tree. She cried and let out whimpers of pain while JJ just apologized and tried to soothe her. As they were getting into the car she looked up at him, opening her mouth to speak.

“JJ, I….” He cut her off soothing her and telling her it would be fine. She frowned before speaking. “JJ, I don’t wanna stop being friends, I don’t wanna lose you…. I lo…” She started before being cut off again by the blonde boy.

“Shhh we can talk about this later, you’ve lost a lot of blood.” He said in a strained voice, looking into her eyes while he kept pressure on the wound. She could see the tears in his eyes and the fear on his face.

Sarah and John B also climbed into the car, agreeing it would be best if they drove and JJ stayed in the backseat with Maggie.

“JJ, I love you and i’m sorry.” She murmured grabbing tight onto his hand.

“What are you apologizing for? You’re gonna be fine“ The boy said with tears in his eyes. He squeezed her hand back.

“Not that, i’m sorry for not saying anything sooner. I love you, i’m in love with you and I have been for awhile. I didn’t tell you because I was scared and I uh….” She pauses to take a deep breath. “I didn’t wanna lose you.”

He smiles at her. “You could never lose me, sorry Maggie Dawson but you’re stuck with me until the end.” He said with a slight laugh. “I thought I was pretty obvious, why did it take you this long?”

“I don’t think i’m worthy of love.” She said wincing when they hit a bump in the road. The whole car went silent at the raven haired girls confession. “I lost my twin sister when I was younger, she was depressed and I had no clue what she was going though, no clue at all until she was already gone. I’m an awful person, and I'm terrified that you’ll see that and realize I’m not who you want. I changed myself so much after Elli’s death, I became an honors student and spent all my free time helping others. It's like i’m paying off my debt, for being a shitty sister. I'm a fake, a no good unlovable fake” She said, now actively crying.

JJ reached up with his free hand and wiped her tears off. He softly smiled at her. “You can’t be unlovable, it’s literally impossible, because I am so in love with you it scares me sometimes. When I said I didn’t wanna be friends anymore I meant as in I wanna be more than friends.” She smiled when she heard his confession. “And as soon as we are out of this and you are recovered, in taking you on date somewhere.” He said with a big smile on his face.

Maggie had a smile on her face, she could feel herself losing consciousness but she was so happy. She stared up at him as her vision began to fail, her eyes closing and the world going quiet.

[lehouxnap2]

More because we are so bored.

Hitch:

Sophie= fashion, Marilyn Monroe, hot pink, bubblegums, big hoop earrings, 50's movies and other iconic movies, big city popular girl, cherleader, short skirts, bows, lapdogs, sunny summer weather , where everything is upbeat and not freakishly hot, pear liquer, coconut cookies, sexy dresses, hot chocolate with chili

Me= Hot pink, gold jewerly, tight short dresses, but also cute dresses, lipsticks, long nails, manicure, seductive, night dates, dance clubs from the 60's, feminist, bored, cheerful, companion, very bisexual, high heels.

Marlowe:

Sophie= citrus scented essential oil, old tech like walkmans, vhs tapes, a dusty attic full of memories and long forgotten toys and things, red velvet cookie, macha tea, 90's aesthetic clothing style and music, Backstreet Boys, unsaid love, standing up for the bigger cause, round sunglasses, heavy rain but the sun still shines and the sky is blue, kinda ambivalent but really interesting sight, black labradors, wine, seriousness, keeping someones word, high waist jeans.

Me= Coffee colors, medals, military officer, black coffee, armani fashion style, rules, order, Law, naive, clueless, workaholic, cleanliness, polished shoes, caramel flavour, classical music, wood.

Boris:

Sophie= Pity, Sarcasm, Screamo music, Death core, Slipknot, big fluffy cats like Norwegian forest cats, swamps / marshlands with weeping willows, living a luxurious life in the most gorgeous house of the town, prince, chokers (with spikes and skulls), ripped sleeveless shirts, ripped skinny jeans, gingerbread, cherry coke, red marlboro, atheism, indifference, cold starless winter nights with smoke and eerie ambience.

Me= Sleepless nights, baggy eyes, mean, very smart, aloof, private, quiet but judging, rich, lowkey depressed, tired, fast learner, lilac and beige colors, mist, horror movies, slasher movies, cannot get scared, uncompassionate.

Floch:

Sophie= shiba inus, rusty irons, that man would be a fucking tornado, old victorian houses, but like those ones that are forgotten and kinda sleazy, rotting wood with tiny mushrooms on it, foxes, sly, devoted, honour, rage, hate, radicalism, fish and chips and spicy pizzas, dark brown leather jackets with oldish, kinda, unkempt scarfs, skinny jeans with hommade badges, lichi coffee, cupcakes, autumn colours, cold, pale hands,fanatism

Me= Cherrybomb, bubblegum, sassy, impatient, mean girl behaviour, devoted, seeks attention, love crush, destiny, life purposes, dreamer, roses with spikes, mockery, red/pink afternoon, pretty eyes, straightfoward, loud, wine, fanatism.

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Pieck:

Sophie= big hats, long skirts with oversized shirts, she would wear spotted things, dachshunds, giant plushies, vintage clothing and makeup style, history geek, llava cake, red wine, indie movies, ripped short jeans, Lana del Rey, white Phillip Morris cigarettes, big backpacks, chokers, bookworm, plum scent, cinnamon-apple tea, autumn weather with smokey scent, the sky is dull but really bright, some leaves are still on the trees and tiny birds are sitting on the branches, weed.

Me= Beautiful, calm village with kind people, calmness, dogs, loyal, patriotic, soft hair, messy, kind, unintentionally seductive, light jeans, comfortable clothes, big cardigans, small, dark eyes circles, natural, plants, old vintage cigarettes, classical.

Porco:

Sophie= bears, bomber jackets, military, bad boy, insecurity, honour, glory, brotherly love, bully, jock, american staffordshire terrier, campfires, raging storm on the sea while sitting in a boat, fearless of the giant waves, pistachio ice cream, walnuts, whisky, You're so Cool - Nicole Dollanganger, calf high boots with slightly baggy waist jeans, triped shirts, marine blue and fire red, phoenixes, sacrifice, big red house cats with a small nick in their ears, bruises, determination

Me= Pigs, clean, serious, tough, fragil masculinity, bully, bitch face, boots, tight t-shirts, green military colors, gel, small chains, cigarettes, small penis, mist cloudy park in Spain, revenge, jackets, frown, video games, cat with rabies, hand tattoos, jail time.

Part 1

[cowboyshit]

I only had time to make two sets before work 😂😂 can’t wait to see yours too!! 💙💙 he looked SO GOOD on Wednesday 🥵🥵

sjdkfk I only have time to make the one set I’m about to post as soon as I get it saved (my computer is shit these days and takes a stupidly long time to even get through making one gifset) but HELL YEAH he did!!!! funny he wore a shirt saying to help smokey the bear prevent forest fires when he could’ve started a fire just by how smoking hot he was 😍🔥

[trojc-rewrite]

The Rise of Jimmy Casket Rewrite, Chapter 2

Previous

Warning - Blood

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After the agreement at Dunkin, the group left later that night. Toast drove, Colon in the passenger seat, while Spooker played music from the back. Mostly indie with the occasional rap song. But as the day got darker, the three grew more and more tired.

Toast checked the clock on the dash, 12:01 AM. His entire body was stiff and his eyes felt heavy. He looked around, seeing the tall pine forest loom around them for miles. He didn’t feel like pulling over and resting for the night would be a good idea.

“There might be bears, or raccoons.” Spooker said.

Colon gave him a confused look, “But you like raccoons.” He pointed out.

Spooker retorted. “NOT IN THE CAR!”.

Toast gave them both a tired look and they both shifted away. “I think I saw a motel sign a few miles ago, it might be up ahead.”

They drove for a few more miles until they spotted it. It was a run down place not too far away from town. It was old and browned, but you could tell it used to be an off-white color. A sign that once was a light up sign was now broken with one fizzling bulb. Broken stairs climbed the sides of the building, several steps rotting and mold covered. But, it would have to do for now.

Toast booked a room and the three shuffled into the small place. The inside looked about just as bad as the outside. With a pull out cot in the living room, a love seat, and a small kitchen with a stove that looked like it hadn't been used in years. Everything had a weird acrid smell to it, like it was damp. “The wonders of mold!” Colon had joked.

Toast decided to take the love seat with stiff, hardened cushions and let Colon and Spooker take the cot, which looked like a new king size mattress compared to the love seat, which made crunching sounds when you shifted on it.

Toast sighed, and stared at the ceiling while Colon and Spooker chatted. His anxious brain whispered to itself, making him upset, “Is this really worth it? Do Spooker and Colon think I'm the world's biggest idiot? I wouldn’t blame them if they did, I’m making them go on a goose chase for one of my stupid hunches.”

He turned over on the rough love seat and stared at his phone screen, no calls from Ghost. Not even a text. Toast blinked tiredly; why did his eyes sting? Ghost did say he wasn’t sure if he was going to come back, and he obviously didn’t want to be around him or the rest of the P.I.E gang.

“I failed him.” Toast thought sadly. He put down his phone, blinking away his tears. Why was he crying? Toast shifted his gaze to his golden wedding ring that stayed on his necklace. He delicately picked it up, reading the inside of it. “Till death do us part.” Toast could almost taste the irony.

He took a deep breath. He had had enough of having pitiful thoughts today. He took off his necklace and set it down beside his phone. Before closing his eyes, Toast watched as Spooker showed Colon a funny video on his phone. The two laughed and smiled, genuinely happy. Toast couldn’t help but smile at that. At least not everything about this “vacation “ was horrible. It made Toast happy when they were happy.

He closed his eyes, inviting the dark to consume him.

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Toast was in a white void, it smelled like freshly fallen snow. It was refreshing to his senses, not having to look at ugly greens and muddy browns like the inside of the motel.

He looked around, “Hello?”, he called out. A soft breeze flew over him, ruffling his hair. He then heard a familiar voice call out to him.

“Johnny?” A soft voice returned. Toast’s heart leaped in his chest, the voice both seemed to calm him and send him into a frenzy. What a weird effect.

He ran towards the voice, his shoes made a tapping sound on the floor, like high heels on marble. “Mary?!” He cried out.

His late wife’s figure became more visible as he approached, she materialized from the white. Her curly brown hair bounced off her shoulders as it did when she was living. Her soft hazel eyes gazed warmly at him. The breeze made the rim of her long red dress wave in the wind. Toast crashed into her, breathing in her familiar, yet forgotten scent.

“Johnny, it’s been a while.” She murmured to him, smoothing his hair. Toast fought the tears that welled in his eyes, but it was no use. He let out an ugly sob, which shook his entire body. Mary gave him a sympathetic smile, her own eyes filled with tears.

“You’ve come a long way since we last hugged.” She said, still combing her hand through his hair. “I miss you, my love. But I’ve come to warn you, and I’m afraid that I cannot stay for much longer.”

Toast looked up at her, her hazel eyes filled with a fierce love. He then heard yet another familiar voice through the misty white.

“Johnny!” Toast turned to see the outline of his friend. Ghost. Toast's eyes widened and he reached out for him.

“He’s not really here, I’m afraid. Just the powers of this realm making him appear here.” Mary said, taking his hand in hers.

“But that’s what I wanted to talk to you about, Johnny.” She turned him towards her again. She took both of his hands and looked at him.

“Is, is he okay?” Toast asked, rubbing his thumb across her knuckles. She nodded.

“If you mean is he alive, yes. But there’s more to worry about than if he’s alive.”

She turned serious, her hazel eyes boring into him with desperation.

“Protect your friends, Johnny. You are all in great danger.” She said. Mary’s figure became more distorted and transparent, but Toast didn’t want to let go of her.

“No, Mary. Please don’t leave me alone!” He cried out, still holding onto the fuzzy static of her hands. Mary’s hazy face smiled.

“Oh my love, I’m always with you.” She whispered. And then, with a gust of wind, she was gone. Leaving Johnny alone.

A sob choked Toast, getting stuck in his throat. He bent down onto his knees and sobbed, his black hairs falling in front of his eyes. He stayed there for a while, sobbing out.

And then a smokey scent filled the air, washing over him like a toxic blanket. He looked up from his hands.

A winged figure stood yards away from him, long black hair waving in the wind. Four wings sprouted from it’s back, feathers dancing. It’s face was also guarded with tinier wings, moth's wings creating eyes. It stared at him. Toast felt vaguely threatened by it.

He got up shakily, walking towards it cautiously. As he approached, ringing filled his ears. And then his dream exploded into fire and black, shattering like glass.

Toast lurked upwards, panic filling his chest. The smell of smoke filled his lungs and he looked around. Colon and Spookers' horrified faces filled his vision, Colon's hands were around his shoulders shaking him.

“Toast we have to go! Come one get up!” He yelled. The room felt hot, making them all sweat.

“What’s going on? What happened!” Toast asked, getting up. He grabbed his wedding ring and phone and put them away on himself.

“The building’s on fire! C’mon we have to go!” Colon yelled, fear filling his voice.

A large pillar fell into the room, slamming on the floor. Flames engulfed it, reaching the cot and setting it ablaze. Orange and red danced in Toast’s vision.

The floor cracked under everything's weight. “I saw a fire exit down the hall when we got to this room! That’s our exit, let’s go!” Toast felt his anxieties in his brain but forced them down. Now was not the time to be having second thoughts.

The blistering flames grew and ignited around them, smoke filling the room. Spooker coughed, shaking his head.

The floor made a loud crack sound, and the large pillar sunk through the wood. A hole grew in the floor, the wood blackened at the edges.

Toast leaped over the hole, dodging the flames that licked and jumped at his legs. Sweat and smoke filled around him. He could barely see, feeling light headed. He reached out for Spookers hand.

“Come on Spooker!” Toast yelled. Flames roared like lions around them, screaming and wailing in Toast's ears. Colon nodded to Spooker, hesitantly, the young red head reached for his hand and jumped. Toast grabbed his hand and pulled him over. Spooker tumbled awkwardly onto the planks and reached the door. Toast ushered him out into the hallway, then turned to Colon.

The hole in the floor was wider, hot air and tiny flames growing from it. It gaped at him, taunting him. One mistake and his friend would be dead, falling into a pit of embers and coals. Toast shook his head, he wouldn’t let that happen.

The smoke was strangling him, making him cough and search for any clean air. He reached out his hand. Colon narrowed his eyes and got ready to jump.

Then, with the speed of a snake, a flaming piece of wood swung from the ceiling at Colon. His friend tried to swerve away from it but it floundered his jump. He landed on the crumbling wood, hanging over the pit opening below them. Panic surged through Toast and he bent down.

Toast hauled him up, the cloth of his friends shirt was rough and hot. Another piece of wood struck out angrily from the wall as it crumbled. “Colon, look out!” Toast cried, and pushed his friend out of the way.

The flaming wood dug straight into his leg, going into it like a knife through meat. Toast cried as the splintered wood buried into his flesh, awkwardly hanging out of his skin.

Colon looked at him horrified, but Toast limped out. Cinders spat at them, like the flames were cursing them. The two ran to the fire escape while Spooker waited by the door, looking anxious. The youngest swung open the door, and the three ran down the crumbling stairs. They ran to the street, and Toast’s leg couldn't handle the weight of himself anymore.

He fell down the cracked cement, scraping his knees on the jutting rocks. Pain surged through him again. “If they don’t use our taxes for fixing these damn streets then what do they use them for?” He cursed angrily about the road's condition. Spooker and Colon lifted him up and dragged him across the road, lying him down on the soft wet grass.

The three breathed heavily, watching as other civilians ran out in different directions. Toast's leg burned, begging for the wood to be removed from his flesh. The oldest coughed, wheezing for the night air.

He sat upwards, studying the injury. It was buried half way into his skin, blood seeping through his clothes. The wood was blackened and damaged, splinters hanging off of the sides where it had split from the wall. It hadn’t hit any bone or anything, but he knew he needed stitches.

He tried to block out the fire and calm down. His adrenaline rushed through his veins, screaming for his body to move. But he took a few deep breaths, the fire was starting to dissipate anyways, flickering still but weaker. “We’re okay. Colon and Spooker are okay. And Ghost probably is too. Everyone is okay.” He thought.

He bit his lip and took the fractured wood in his fingers, and began wiggling it out of the wound. His arms felt weak, and he grit his teeth. For what felt like a gruesome forever, he finally got it out.

Spooker and Colon watched as he took the piece of jagged wood and threw it into the street. It thudded on the broken cement, his blood splattering under it. Now, Toast needed a way to stop the bleeding.

“Guys, do me a favor and rip off one of my sleeves, please.” He said through gritted teeth. Spooker leaned over and ripped off the white sleeve on his button up. Then, handed it to his boss. Toast tried his best to smile at him, but the pain in his leg was too great. His eyes were welled with tears, and there wasn’t a doubt in Toast’s mind that he was crying.

He tied the white cloth around his leg, trying to slow blood flow. The red fluid stained his sleeve. It wasn’t great by any means, but it was better than nothing.

They stayed there for what seemed like forever, watching fire trucks put out the fire. No paramedics were in sight however, which wasn’t good. Toast would just need to power through until the morning.

The three stayed silent, staring at the rising smoke in the sky.

“Watch us survive all this and then we can’t even find Ghost.” Colon joked. Toast weakly laughed, feeling tired.

Spooker and Colon turned to him. “Thanks for not letting us die back there.” Colon said. Toast nodded, the pain in his leg starting to ebb away.

“No problem, that’s what good friends do.” Toast said. His eyes felt heavy, begging him for sleep. Toast gave into it, sighing.

Colon and Spooker watched him silently as he closed his eyes, their concern hanging in the air.

“Ghost, please be out there.” Toast silently thought, before falling asleep.

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Whips and nae naes!!! Longest chapter!!!

Hope yall enjoyed! Next chapter will be out soon!

[fruityutas]

smokey rooms

stoner!hendery x reader

lowercase intended 

not proofread

!this is a work of fiction and does not portray the characters in real life!

genre: angst, smut, fluff

wc: 3.6k

summary: hendery and his friends were bad news, but you never actively avoided them. he comes up to you one day and since then you were inseparable. too bad he caught you up in his spiraling lifestyle, and in the end, caused you both to get lost in it.

warning: this relationship starts fine, but progresses into a toxic one that should never be tolerated. there is drug use and illegal actions in this writing that is not being encouraged. also unprotected sex (WRAP IT BEFORE TAPPING IT BABES), the reader isn’t forced into sex, but is pressured into it, which is WRONG do not let people do that to you. cursing

this is my first attempt at something a little more suggestive than normal so hopefully, it isn’t that garbage but it probs is so bear with it.

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the bell awoke you from your uncomfortable slumber. you let everyone go before you as you packed your things. a body brushed past you roughly, knocking your binder off the desk. “what the fuck was that for?” you look up and meet eyes with hendery. he looks down at you and smiles.

 “oh, im sorry. i should really watch where im going, huh?” you were confused, why was hendery being so… nice? he picks up your binder and hands it to you. “your name is y/n, right?” you hum in response. he picks up your backpack and starts walking out. 

 “uhh, what are you doing?” he turns and glances at you. 

 “oh, i forgot to ask. wanna join me and my friends for lunch? we don't sit in the lunchroom though.” you thought for a second before nodding and following him. 

 “hendery, why are you inviting me?” he lazily looks at you, his eyes clearly red. “are you high?” he laughs and nods. 

 “yeah. you don't care about my friends and i smoking right?” you sigh but respond with a no. 

 “i wish you wouldn’t do that at school. you could get in trouble.” his face remains in a permanent smile as he throws his arm over your shoulder. 

 “yeah but they don’t care as long as i make good grades.” you shake your head while slipping out of his hold. 

 “you never answered my question” his face gets red and he starts to fidget. 

 “i just think you’re cute and i wanted to ask you out, but like after we get to know each other, ya know?” you stand there speechless as your face heats up. 

 “o-oh. really?” he nods his head and scratches his neck. 

 “uh, yeah i’ve liked you for a while actually.” you blush again and walk closer to him. he leads you out a back door and around to a secluded area where six other boys are. there were clouds of smoke being exhaled every few moments. as you and hendery walked up, they all turned to look at you.

 “hey man, what’s with her? she ain’t gonna snitch is she?” hendery walks forward and does what you assume is a handshake before denying that you’d sell them out.

 “you can ask her, right y/n? you wouldn’t tell no one?” you shook your head before walking closer to where they were standing. hendery grabs your hand before introducing his friends. “these are my friends. yukhei, kun, sicheng, xiaojun, ten, and yangyang.” you recognized kun, ten, and sicheng as seniors. you knew xiaojun, yukhei, and hendery were juniors, while you and yangyang were sophomores. 

 “so what made you wanna hang out with hendery?” kun asks you. his eyes were intimidating and it felt as if they pierced your soul.

 “oh, he actually asked me to join you guys today. i can leave though if you don’t want me to be here.” you started to grab your bag from hendery but he stopped you.

 “no, it’s fine y/n. they’re just a bunch of hardasses when it comes to new people.” kun rolls his eyes at hendery’s statement but smiles at you.

 “you want some?” kun holds out a blunt for you. you look at it and think about all the things that would happen if you did take it. hendery’s voice floated over to your ears,

 “you don’t have to if you don’t want. we won’t force you.” you look over at him and meet his honey eyes. even with the discoloration from his high, they were still beautiful. you look back at the blunt kun was holding out before taking it slowly.

 “um, how do you… smoke this?” yangyang and yukhei start to snigger while ten just straight up laughs at you. hendery scolds them, saying you obviously wouldn’t know how if you’ve never smoked before. kun rolls his eyes again before explaining it to you.

 “i’ll light it for you and just suck in but not too hard, or you’ll end up coughing a lung out. like a cigarette, ya know?” you nod before taking it in your mouth and letting him light it. you inhale and the smoke floods your lungs, setting them ablaze. it felt like a hot itch and it made you cough immediately. kun took the blunt back while patting your back. “do you guys have water?” ten pulls a bottle of water out of his bag and hands it to you. you thank him the best you can before taking a large gulp. when your coughing fit finally resides, hendery is by your side offering you some food. you decline before turning to kun.

 “let me try again if it’s ok.” the whole group looks surprised. your face turns red at their eyes being on you. kun hands you the blunt again and lights it again for you. this time, you inhale at a slower rate. the burn is less intense and you cough a lot less. you give what’s left of the blunt to kun and move closer to hendery. “that takes some getting used to.” he giggles like a little kid on a playground. as you converse with the group of boys, he plays with your hands. the effects of the weed were starting to take over, and having never felt it before, you freaked out a bit. the boys looked worried at this and hendery tried to calm you down. 

 “hey, y/n it’s ok. you’re fine nothing is wrong. hey, look at me, ok?” he turned your head to look at him and he gripped the sides of your face. he looked into your eyes and this calmed you. your breathing slowly returned to normal and you relaxed in his grip. “you better now?” you nodded. “probably not a good idea to smoke for the first time at school. do you want water?” 

 “yes please.” he hands you a bottle and you drink it carefully. the conversation goes back to normal after everyone makes sure you're ok. soon, the bell rings and you have to leave to go to class. hendery says goodbye to the group and walks you to your class. “are you not staying?”

 “no, me and the boys are leaving today to go to ten’s house.” you chew your lip nervously before biting the bullet. 

 “can i… come with? if that’s ok?” he looks surprised for a second before smiling at you. 

 “lemme text them real quick but i'm sure they won’t mind.” he pulls out his phone and sends a text, the reply coming back only a few seconds after. “they said they’d like that. i’m glad they took a liking to you, i hope you stick around.” you smile to your self as the both of you walk out the school and towards the parking lot. some of the boys are already there when you get there, and they say hello to you. ten tells you to sit next to him upfront, much to the protest of yangyang, whom he shushes saying that you’re always aloud in the front if you ride along. you giggle and stick your tongue out while he climbs in the back with hendery and kun. 

 “so y/n, why the sudden rebellion? could it be because of our dear hendery?” you blush at ten’s remark and look at hendery through the mirror, who is also blushing.

 “i mean, yeah i guess.” your voice comes out in an embarrassed mumble. ten and kun snicker and yangyang rolls his eyes, grumbling about how hendery is already whipped. the ride is filled with the chatter of the boys, and you stay quiet and listen to their conversations. when you pull into ten’s driveway, hendery jumps out of the car to open your door for you. “thank you. so like, are ten’s parents not home?”

 “nah, they left this weekend so we have his house to ourselves.” you hum in response and lean into his as you walk up the sidewalk. ten lets everyone in and starts heading towards a basement. the basement is finished with couches and a gaming system set up, likely by his parents so he could have friends over. hendery sat beside you on the couch. you leaned on his shoulder while the rest of them started the smoke session. ten turns on the tv and asks if you want to play mario kart, to which you agree. he starts it up and gives you a controller. you both play for a while when hendery asks you to come with him. the boys pay you guys no mind as you leave the basement and go upstairs. hendery takes you to what looks like a spare bedroom and sits on the bed. you awkwardly stand in the doorway. “sit down, i wanna show you something.” you sit next to him on the bed. his fingers gently brush your chin and turn your head towards him. he flicks his eyes from your lips to your eyes before locking his lips with yours. the kiss startles you but he keeps on. you eventually melt into it, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him closer. the kiss starts getting heated, and he starts to slip your shirt off you. you both took turns taking an article of clothing off until you're just in underwear. his slender fingers slip your panties off and he steps out of his boxers. 

 “wait, do we have a condom?”

 “uhh, no” you bite your lip in hesitation. “I can pull out, don’t worry about it.” you still hesitate, but give him a nod. hendery comes up to kiss at your neck as he slides in. you wince at the sting, but the pleasure takes over soon after. he sets his pace fast and hard. the bed shakes with every thrust and your moans fill his ears. you feel hendery deep inside you, his tip hits your cervix every thrust. “ah, hendery please more” your whines are like honey to him. hendery speeds up and you writhe in pleasure. the force of him pounding into you is enough to make you see white. your orgasm washes over you as hendery grunts at you clenching around him. He slides in and out of you a few more times before he reaches his high. he stills inside you to catch his breath. the only sounds in the room are both of your heavy breathing. he slides out of you and you wince at the loss of being filled. “hendery, you said you’d pull out.”

 “shit, my bad. do you need me to take you to get an after pill?” you get up and gather your clothes, putting them on.

 “yes, i can’t take the chance.” he gets dressed before leaving the room with you and letting the boys know that you're both going to the store. 

 “you guys want anything?” the boy all scream different answers, all varying snacks. hendery rolls his eyes before grumbling about spending his money. he takes you to ten’s car and you head to the nearest store. the drive there was quiet and left you wondering if hendery actually liked you or wanted to have sex with you. you went in and grabbed what you needed while he looked for the boys’ snacks. he paid for it and you guys got back in the car. “i actually really like you, y/n. i hope you don’t think i only wanted to fuck you.” he glances at you. you nod and smile at him. the rest of the ride is silent. when you walk in the house, you can hear the rest of the boys in the basement. hendery tosses the bag of snacks to them and joins you on a separate couch. you fall asleep on his shoulder with the boys’ yelling in the background.

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you continued to hang out with the boys since that day. you and hendery started dating. almost everyday after school you would go over to one of their houses to smoke and hang out. your parents noticed that you weren’t coming home until late in the night and asked you about it. “i hang out with hendery and our friends.” your parents exchange a look.

 “who is hendery? and who are your friends?” you roll your eyes.

 “hendery is my boyfriend. and our friends are kun, sicheng, yukhei, xiaojun, ten, and yangyang.”

 “so your hanging out with a bunch of boys?”

 “i mean, yea but their girlfriends come too.” your parents give another look before sighing and letting it go. they tell you to just watch the time from now on. you agree and head to hendery’s house. it was going to be just the two of you tonight. on the way to his house, your mind is distracted by thoughts of him. he was so sweet to you but sometimes, his smoking habit got in the way your relationship. he had blown off a couple of dates in favor of staying with the boys to smoke. you never said anything, because you smoked just as much as they did now, but it left you feeling as if you weren’t enough. his driveway comes into your view, and you pull up. you get out and walk up to the door and knock. he opens it and greets you with a soft kiss. you set your shoes by the door and sit on the couch. 

 “are we watching a movie?” he smiles and nods.

 “do you have one in mind baby?” you take the remote from him and choose a movie. you both get comfortable on the couch. you’re immersed in the movie, but hendery apparently has other plans. his hands rub your legs getting higher everytime. you only take small notice until his fingers start toying with your waistband. “Hendery, are you really horny right now? this movie is about murder.” you laugh at his eagerness. he pouts but continues is actions. you reposition yourself so he can better access inbetween your legs. his fingers make their way into your underwear. the pads of his fingers are rough, and they feel like heaven on your clit. you sigh in delight at the feeling. you grind your hips back into him, feeling his boner. he slips two fingers into you and you moan out at the feeling. you move to the rhythm of his fingers and you feel your climax approaching. he pulls his hand away and lifts your shirt over your head. you slide your pants off and he gets rid of his clothes. you go to lay on your back but he stops you.

 “no, i wanna try the position we were laying in.” he sits down lengthways and you get on his lap facing away. hendery gives you no warning before shoving himself in you. you grip the back of the couch to steady yourself.

 “fuck, hendery” your voice barely comes out. he keeps going deeper inside you before he bottoms out. he lets out a groan when you clench around him. he waits for you to move. you nod at him and he slides out halfway before pushing back into you. you squirm and beg for him to go faster. he scoffs, “be careful what you ask for, babygirl.” he pulls all the way out before thrusting back into you with force. he reaches around and rubs circles into your clit while pounding into you. your soft mewls fill the air in the room. your orgasm was creeping up on you, the built tension from earlier as a jumpstart. hendery somehow speeds up both his thrusts and hand. your orgasm washes over you like a wave. soft “fucks” and murmers of hendery spill from your mouth. he keeps thrusting into you, the overstimulation making you clench hard. His release follows shortly after, his seed spilling in you. you fall limp against him to catch your breath. he wriggles out from under you and heads upstairs. you call after him but he doesn’t answer. you sigh and put your clothes back on before going to find him. he was in the shower when you got upstairs. you knock on his bathroom door. he grunts in response. 

 “did i do something wrong? i don’t understand why you’re acting like this.” you walk into the bathroom and slip out of your clothes before joining him in the shower. he ignores your presence. “hendery, please tell me if i did something-” “can you shut up?” he startles you, his voice loud.

 “what is the attitude about?” he scoffs before getting out and leaving you under the water.

 “you always have to be up my ass, that’s what. i rarely spend time with the boys anymore, you always have to tag along.” now it’s your turn to scoff at him. 

 “oh, so you’re just going to forget the two dates you blew off to go smoke with them? what about then, hendery?”

 “that isn’t even that deep. quit being a baby, y/n.” tears brim your eyes and you mumble for him to get out, to which he does. when you’re done, you stay in the bathroom for a while to calm down. fights like that had become more and more frequent between the two of you. just last week, he yelled at you infront of the others about something you couldn’t even control. someone had been flirting with you and you didn’t realize before hendery had. it really hurt your feelings and he never apoligized for it. when you step out of the bathroom, hendery is sitting on the bed smoking. you walk over to the bed and sit beside him.

 “i’m sorry for calling you a baby.” he passes you the blunt and you take it between your lips. you take a couple hits before speaking to him.

 “i think you need to lay off on the smoking, hendery. it makes you an asshole, but i still accept your apology. i’m sorry for all the times i’ve yelled at you.” he sighs.

 “y/n, im not gonna stop smoking just because you think it makes me an asshole.” you shoot him an incredulous look.

 “are you serious? because i think? no hendery, i know it makes you an asshole. you can ask anyone from our group and they’ll agree.” he rolls his eyes and finishes off the blunt before muttering about how you should get home. you scoff and storm out of his house.

the next morning, you wake up to 6 missed calls from kun and multiple texts and calls from hendery. you decide to call kun first. he picks up within the first ring.

 “y/n, can you please tell hendery that your not mad at him?”

 “i am, though.”

 “why? can you guys at least make up or something, he won’t stop calling me.” you sigh and tell him you’ll call but no promises. you press hendery’s contact and wait for him to pick up.

 “y/n, i’m sorry. i know you’re mad at me but i want to apoligize. i know i can be an asshole but i’m sorry.” you take a moment to process his quick speaking.

 “hendery, no matter how much of an asshole you are, i’m still your girlfriend and i love you, so i forgive you.” 

 “thank god, i’ll try to be better. do you want to come over?” hendery’s lack of ‘i love you too’ took you off guard. maybe he didn't hear you.

 “yea, that would be nice. are the boys going to be there?”

 “yeah, they were whining about how they missed you.” you giggle and tell him you’ll be over there soon before hanging up. you get dressed before heading to hendery’s house. when you get there, you don’t even knock on the door. you know the boys are downstairs already, so you head down there. ten and kun were smoking in a corner, yangyang, hendery, and xiaojun were playing video games, and sicheng was playing on his phone. you decided to sit beside him.

 “hey, y/n. we missed you.” sicheng gives you a side hug, squeezing you until you had to punch his arm. he snickered as he let go of you. “you guys made up i’m assuming?”

 “yea, like we always do.” you sigh at the fact that you and hendery fight so much it’s normal. he was almost always high when they would happen. your mental strength was drained from always dealing with it. so you took to smoking even more than usual to numb the pain. at first it was fine, but now you relied on it. you couldn’t sleep, or even get hungry without being high. your grades were shitty now, too. trying to hide that from your parents backfired. at first they were mad at you, but somehow it turned into a fight between them, and that caused you to get stressed even more. all the things were building up and having the pot seemed to help only a little. you were spiraling down a hole to no return. hendery didn’t even seem to notice, only sicheng did. he was always there for you when you were ignoring hendery. the past four months had turned you into someone else. if you asked your past self what they would be doing now, it would not be close to this. hendery had a tight hold on your mind, and you couldn’t force him to let go. everytime you planned to break up with him, you changed your mind. it was an endless cycle. screaming and crying in the night couldn’t help you. your parents sending you to therapy couldn’t help you. the drugs and alcohol couldn’t help you. the only thing that could help you was the very thing that hurt you. hendery. he always fixes the problems he causes.

 “like we always do.”

[goldgirl1239]

Stories put together from Facebook of all Red’s childhood memories: Either all these are lies or all these are true stories. I guess we will see!

Are we to believe these historical tellings from RED? Stories of when he was either pre-teen/teen and IF so then RED grew up in or near Michigan.

Meandering in Red's mind, or "Red, in his own words." Part 5: His stories

Over 7 seasons we have accumulated a lot of stories about Red, his personal experiences. True or not together they paint a picture of the character.

Some of them are about his childhood:

When I was young, I wanted to be able to dance just like Gary Goddard. I still remember going to the Snowflake Dance and watching him for the first time. That kid, man, he could move. Won the eighth-grade talent show. He was on the Yell Squad. Gary even danced his way into Helen Hummer’s pants, and let me tell you something, that was like breaking into Fort Knox. Then in the summer of ‘88, I saw Gary in the diaper aisle at Safeway. He looked like hell. Gray. Out of breath, fatigued. Turns out Gary had a bicuspid valve, needed a heart transplant. He was on the wait list until the day he died.

Funny. The janitor at my elementary school was called “Smokey.” No idea why. He never smoked a day in his life.

I was a lifeguard my junior year in high school. Had to give mouth-to-mouth to Mrs. Beerman. She belched up a lung full of corned beef and chlorine. I haven’t been in a pool since.

I spent two summers operating the Whack-the-Cats at the Emmet County Fair

You know, when I was 15, I had a summer job installing carpets for Albert Kodagolian on Lake Charlevoix. Horrible job hot, indoors, forced to listen to “The Gambler” on 8-track while the rest of the world was at the beach. Three days into the job, I knew I had to quit. I asked my father for adviceAll he wanted to know was whether I’d given my word to Mr.Kodagolian that I’d work the summer. I told him I had. My father suggested I stick it out. I’d given my word. Worst eight weeks of my life. Until the last day. Mr. Kodagolian shows up at the jobsite, pulls me aside, and tells me that in 27 years, no kid has ever made it through the summer, gives me a bonus $40. The most valuable money I’ve ever made. A priceless lesson about life. Value loyalty above all else.

Well, [I want] another spin of the bottle in Melanie Reichman’s basement

Your cummerbund. Pleats up! You look like Bob Yoshimura in 8th-grade swing choir. It’s upside down!

You know, BJ Simpson and I started a lawn-mowing business in the summer of ‘72– bagging, hedging, the whole ball of wax.One day, I’m out rototilling Pat Hunt’s garden. I go in for a bottle of pop– must have been 110– and there’s BJ in the sunken living room, shoes off, feet up on the couch, eating a fried-bologna sandwich, watching Mike Douglas. Mike Douglas! Can you imagine? I quit that day….. Point is, I haven’t had a partner since

Sacrifice the bishop. Reykjavík, '72. God, I can remember it like it was yesterday. I was in Steven Bash’s rec room down in the basement, eating fried egg and bologna sandwich when he did it.... Bobby Fischer. It was game 13, move 50– rook takes bishop, B5. He sacrificed his bishop. That’s when Russia lost the Cold War. It was staggering. Spassky had no answer because he had no endgame, and neither do you.

The first time I ever smoked a cigar was with Marnie Petersen in fifth grade. Funny, little, bat-faced girl. I adored her.

I remember the name of the baker I stole the strawberry bismark from when I was 11 years old and his wife– Trudy Svoboda.

You know, this artist got his start with puppets. What is it about puppets? It’s the same with clowns. I’ll never forget a puppet show I saw when I was 5, maybe 6. Hansel and Gretel. Scared me to death. But it wasn’t the witch. It was the oven. Imagine an oven puppet. I don’t think I set foot in our kitchen for a month.

I haven’t had a babysitter since Brenda Gilroy. My God, pot pies, Lawrence Welk, bath time with Brenda. Still my perfect Saturday night.

Like Bergita Olofson in her parents' rumpus room on a Saturday night.

When I was 17 and heading off to the Naval Academy, I sent the most extravagant love letter to Sarah Ellen Winstead. She never replied. To this day, I remain convinced that the post office failed to deliver it, and that if your colleagues had simply done their jobs, the entire arc of my life might have been different. I might have been thinner and living in Maine.

Rosie Cavendish had a bulldog. Franklin, named after her great-uncle. Poor guy had eczema, dermatitis, seborrhea one skin condition after the next. The dog, not the uncle

I sometimes feel as if I should pay more attention to pop culture. Then I see this "Star Wars," featuring this giant in a bear costume piloting an aircraft and a little green guy swordfighting. And I say a silent prayer of thanks for Tolstoy's moral crisis. This green fellow is considerably too short to be effective in a swordfight.

I have to say, I would've done exactly the same when I was a kid. It's a ghost story creepy woods, rumors of corpses walking around in the dead of night.

As Old Man Quimby, my fencing instructor used to say "If ifs and buts were candy and nuts, oh, what a Christmas we'd have." My God I loved the foil.... "If wishes were horses, beggars would ride." Ah, Quimby. The man was a walking aphorism.

This reminds me of our high-school production of "Guys and Dolls." A rousing rendition of "Fugue for Tinhorns.

I so wanted to be a scout– tying knots, the Pinewood Derby, and the campfire songs. Oh, those songs. I keep trying to explain to Dembe, but I’m no singer.

[debiteful]

Got a request! Scenario when a human is stranded in the wilderness trying to survive when a dragon sniffs them out and gobbles them up! Human is not thrilled to be eaten but the dragon convinces them to let themselves be eaten and digested, as they wouldn’t have survived for much longer on their own and at least this way the human’s death was helping another being and satisfying their hunger. Just a dragon talking to the panicking human in its stomach convincing it to become dragon food

Content: soft vore, fatal vore, mildly painful digestion (very vague), female dragon pred, male human prey, brief hunt/chase

It had been about two weeks since Tenz lost track of his group, though he had no idea how long it had been exactly. The 12 of them were scattered while trying to flee an avalanche. Now he was alone, low on the mountain and far from where he had begun. At least, he was pretty sure; it was impossible to tell where he was exactly.

All he had with him was some basic survival supplies, a journal, and a waterlogged map. He spent a lot of time foraging, but was too cautious to risk his health on questionable vegetation and scavenged meat. He had never been much of a hunter, so he relied pretty strictly on what few plants seemed safe and the meager food in his pack. Thankfully there was a stream of runoff that flowed pretty clear, giving him vital water at the least.

At this point, his goal was survival, not escape. Sure he could waste time and energy guessing at his location and trying to hike to safety, but sooner or later a rescue party would come. They always came, it was just a matter of how alive you were when they got there. Tenz had no intention of giving up.

To keep his spirits high and mind somewhat in order, he spent much of the time writing in the journal. He made up songs, wrote observations about his surroundings, and wrote about whatever thoughts crossed his mind.

When Tenz wasn't foraging or writing, he was ensuring his fire stayed smokey and his tent was clearly visible from the sky. These would make him easy to find when the search parties eventually came.

Unfortunately for him, someone else was searching the mountainside one fine evening. Solace sailed high above the slopes, wings filled with the powerful winds that made it over the mountains. Her eyes were scanning the trees below for any sign of life, but it was her nose that found the first sign: smoke. 

She could smell the traces of burnt lumber drifting through the air. The rich scent filled her nostrils. She swung her head side to side, searching for its source. Following the wispy traces, she eventually came to the cloudy pillar that billowed up into the sky. She circled the pillar, slowly descending towards the apparent camp.

A bright patch of colour caught her eye, a blaze orange tent. She landed beside it, sniffing around the entrance. Something lived here alright, likely a human. There had been a few of those around her mountain territory as of late; every one of them delicious.

Nose low to the ground, she sniffed and huffed around the little campsite. Nothing of interest here. She turned her attention to the newly worn trails leading away from this little area. Down one of them she surely would find some prey.

Tenz looked to the sky, realizing for the first time in a while how dark it was. He tried his best to not stay out too late; he didn't want to meet whatever made the sounds he heard at night. Tonight however he had become engrossed in picking blueberries- at least that's what they looked like. Up until now he had been hesitant to try any fruit of the forest. Still, this find was exciting and he was glad to break up the monotony of leaves and dry protein bar.

He stood up, his berries cupped in his shirt, and headed back towards his camp. He didn't get far before seeing something big move between the trees ahead. He dropped down low, and tried to comprehend the shadowy figure. It was huge, and he could hear it breathing even from so far away. It sniffled at the ground, steadily making it's way towards him. Maybe it was a bear? He'd never seen one up close before. Maybe it wanted his berries? He was glad to give them up if it meant ensuring his life. He clutched his makeshift pouch of berries and ran, letting a few sprinkle out as he did so.

Sol heard something crash through the undergrowth ahead. Her keen eyes picked up the human form racing between the trees. She growled softly and trotted after them.

Soon she was hot on his heels. Tenz could smell something like rotten eggs on the breath of his pursuer. Sol reached out with a foreleg and swiped at his legs, sending him tumbling to the ground. He recovered quickly, rolling upright and frantically brushing crushed berries off of him, "Here! Here, take them; I don't want them!"

Solace tilted her head, then chuckled, "I don't want your fruits."

Tenz jaw dropped, but he managed to stammer, "You talk!"

"I also eat," she growled with a fangy grin. He shrieked as she tilted her head to grab his body between her front teeth. His howls of terror continued as she flicked him up into the air then caught him with a snap of her jaws.

His body tumbled across her tongue as she righted her head. She curled up amongst the trees and gave her prey the first big, wet lick. Sweet and tangy berry flavoured mixed with the salty sweat and vaguely dirty flavour of the human. She didn't mind a meal with a little grime. Her mouth watered and her tongue stroked his whine body, eliciting groans and more panicked noises. She paid it no mind, letting him tire himself out before she swallowed.

By the time her throat constricted and dragged him down to her belly, he was too tired to fight back. He slid limply down the relatively narrow passage until he was released into the wrinkled pouch that was her stomach. The folded walls enveloped him, and fluids oozed all around. He panted for breath, drawing in moist air that stung just a little. With a timid voice he called out, "Why would you do this? I was so close!"

"So close to what? Starving to death? Poisoning yourself? Ending it some other pathetic way?"

"No," he hit at the soft flesh that engulphed him, "I was going to survive! They would've come for me… eventually."

"And you thought you would pass undetected by all creatures except for your benevolent rescuers?"

"I mean," he trailed off, tears welling in his eyes. He couldn't be sure if it was the burning in his chest or the storm of emotions in his head. "I just thought," he started again, but faltered.

"You didn't think," Sol gloated with a chuckle, "And now you're food. At least this way your death has meaning."

"My life has meaning! So much more meaning than just dying in some brute's gut."

"'Some brute'? I am a dragon, ruler of land and sky, devourer of all that I fancy. You never stood a chance on my mountain you proud little morsel."

Tenz let out a furious scream, fueled by am unknown second wind. He flailed inside the stomach, striking at the walls all around him with hands and feet. He writhed in the slime that pooled around his form in the darkness. Then, he went still. He panted for breath, each one harder than the last. He whimpered, "It was all for nothing, wasn't it?"

At first, the only response was a gurgle from her guts that rolled like thunder. Then, the dragon's voice returned, "Oh no, silly human. You're feeding me for a day. All your work to store up energy and strength, well its joining me now."

The dragon smiled. She knew he didn't have much time left. She honestly didn't expect a response at this point. Still, she thought she heard his voice reply softly, "Okay."