#WHO GAVE THE DOG THE DEVILS LETTUCE

[sydsydneyofficial]

drew i slightly chubbier, stinkier version of my sona hehe

don't think it'll replace my normal one but i thought it would b cute to try ^w^

[ella-cooper]

“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.”― Mary Oliver

For as long as Ella could remember, she had always wanted to belong. The middle of three children, they often found it hard to find their own footing, let alone their own personalities. Their parents had been the most genuine reflection of love and even when Ella didn’t quite know who they were it was still easy to feel taken care of, loved, and at home with her family. But after losing her parents right before their high school years, they set off on a path of self-destruction that they’re only now minorly recovering from. And even that is generous.

For as long as Ella has wanted to belong, they have wanted to be a part of Los Santos. Growing up in Tonopah Valley it felt like the thing to be. All of their friends growing up were either children of capos and sicarios or narcos and halcones themselves. They felt like they had spent so much of their life adjacent to the cartel that it would only be a matter of time before they were part of it. Ellla knew their parents would roll over in their graves at the idea of it all but they were gone and the more Ella got into drugs and alcohol the more logical it seemed that this could all be her world too.

But perhaps almost as heartbreaking as losing her parents was losing her shot with Los Santos. She could barely make it through one round with a member, let alone two. She had spent all other time being observant, knowing the streets, and the science, but she hadn’t trained nearly enough to withstand what it took to really become a member. So…she failed. And in that failure, she found a self-loathing she still has not recovered from.

For years after this loss, Ella found herself floating. Going from job to job, ignoring calls from her sisters, sleeping her way through town and drowning herself in whatever she could. She had passions and ambitions but none of them seemed to amount to much. Until one night, when she came upon a vacant building and got an idea. Something to pour her heart into. Something that could save her. But with all good things that felt too good to be true, it all came with a price.

Now the proud owner of The Scarlet Lounge for the past five years, Ella seems like she’s found her footing. She shows up to work on time (mostly) and is well-liked by her staff and everyone who comes through their doors seems to have a good time. She throws herself into helping out with cocktail concepts, prides herself on knowing all the people brave enough to step up to do poetry, and is extremely dedicated to running a business that actually makes a profit.

And none of it would have been possible without the Enterprise. It had all happened so quickly, the conversation, the agreement, the enterprise taking advantage of Ella’s vulnerable state. It was almost as if they could see her future and their pitch had sounded so good to be true. Ella didn’t have enough to buy the building, and she didn’t have enough to do the construction or hire people. But they did and in exchange, Ella was to let them use the Scarlet as a front for whatever they wanted. One week it could be laundering, the next it could be letting one of their own lay low in their back room for an extended period. On the worst days, it included getting her hands dirty, but they tried to avoid it as much as possible. Come off as someone who at least had minor boundaries. But there’s no denying how much they own her ass and how much she gives in, figuring it’s her consolation prize for never making it with Los Santos. If drunk enough, she would admit that maybe, in all of this, it was spite that caused her to say yes to the Enterprise. Or maybe she just finally wanted a fucking break.

Headcanons:

Ella’s two greatest loves are skateboarding and dogs. They usually prefer to skate around than drive but do own a shitty car that once belonged to their sister.

Avid devil’s lettuce smoker. Tbh has been trying to convince someone to let her turn The Scarlet into the part dispensary.

Really fucking smart but terrible with commitment. Graduated from college with their bachelors in English and could have easily gone onto a graduate program but said fuck it.

Was briefly engaged to a woman she loved deeply and dearly but she fucked it all up by self-sabotaging.

Is a hot mess but also a really loyal and loving individual (platonically at least). Super charming and loves to flirt. Can talk your ear off and then just ghost you.

A Libra Sun, Scorpio Rising, and Taurus Moon (YIKES)

[thran-duils]

Devils Look Like Angels (Ch. 6)

Title: Devils Look Like Angels (Chapter 6) Summary:  Fem!Reader x Psychotic!Castiel. An unhinged, criminal, supernatural artifact collector extraordinaire… and the reader caught his eye. It will not take her long to realize that beneath the charm and mystique is a crazed killer who will go to great lengths to woo her. Words: 2,900 Warnings (for the fic in entirety): Stalking, angst, death/murder, violence

Author’s Note: Sorry if you guys clicked on this about 5 mins ago and it disappeared. I realized I forgot half a page I had written. lmao

Chap 5 || Chap 7 || Masterpost  || Fanfic masterpost

The rain pattered the window next to the booth, your mind following the pattern of the sound. Although the sugar had long since dissolved, you still swirled your spoon slowly, lost in your thoughts.

Sam cleared his throat next to you and you got the hint it was not the first time he had done it based off the look that him and Dean were giving you when you looked up at them.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, placing the spoon down on the napkin next to your cup assuming the sound was getting to them.

“No, are you okay?” Sam asked quietly. “You haven’t said a word.”

You shook your head, “No.”

It had been days since Castiel had murdered those restaurant workers. And had somehow found you once again. You did not feel secure anywhere. Even the bunker.

They were waiting for you to elaborate.

“I don’t know what to think. He doesn’t seem like he wants to harm me. But you never know with crazy people. I could lose my charm or whatever he says he likes. Or I could refuse him too many times and he has one of those cliché ‘it’s me or nobody’ moments. And poof, I’m lying dead in a ditch.” You sighed loudly, running your hands over your face. “Why are psychos always so polite and charming?”

Dean said, picking up his coffee, “It’s how they lead people into their little fucked up web.”

You nodded in acknowledgment. Tears pricked and you felt yourself crumbling; you had held it together and this small crack in your façade that they had gotten you to open up was opening like a chasm. “I’m so tired. I can’t sleep.”

“Me either,” Sam admitted quietly.

“Ditto,” Dean chimed in.

Sniffling, trying to pull yourself back together before you fell apart, you attempted humor, “Glad to know we are all equally miserable here.”

Your phone buzzed in your jeans and you froze, your eyes moving between the two of them. They could not hear it over the noise in the restaurant and the fact it was in your pocket. The main two people who would text you were currently with you. Which left an unfavorable option.

“What?” Dean asked in response to your startled expression. He looked around quickly, eyes searching.

Slowly, you reached into your pocket and pulled your phone out. It was a text from him that looked to contain an address from the snippet you could see on your lock screen.

Eyes fixated on your phone, you barely breathed, “He texted me.”

You did not have to specify who ‘he’ was.

“Why haven’t you just blocked his number?” Dean asked vexed.

You had opened the text and read the address that was accompanied by a date as well.

Placing your phone down on the table, you took a deep breath, closing your eyes, taking a moment. When you opened your eyes again, you told him, “Because I would miss things like this. And like I’ve said, I feel responsible for whoever he is going to kidnap. Plus, if he can find me wherever I go however he does, what good does it do to block a number? He’ll just get a new phone and text me from that. Doesn’t seem like the type to give up easily.”

Sam and Dean read the text as you spoke.

“What is it for?” Sam questioned. “It doesn’t say a game.”

You shrugged, picking the phone back up, fingers hovering over the keyboard. Your heart rate was going up, staring at his name.

What is this for? You sent back.

The three of you waited impatiently, staring down at your phone. The waiter startled you all when he suddenly appeared at the table with your order.

Castiel still had not replied; it had almost been ten minutes. He was taking his sweet ass time.

You managed to get a few bites of food in before your phone buzzed and you all but dropped your silverware completely to get to it.

Another game. I would appreciate if you would RSVP quickly. The other guests look forward to your heroics. And it goes without saying that there is no room for a plus one or two in your case.

As soon as Sam read it, he said definitively, “You’re not going.”

“Damn straight,” Dean agreed, shoving a huge bite of pancakes into his mouth.

“But what if he gets upset?” you protested.

Dean gave you an incredulous look. Mouth full, he spat, “I don’t give a shit if his feelings get hurt!”

“He’s going to kill those people if he gets upset!” you hissed, leaning in to try to not be overheard by the other patrons.

Dean said nothing, instead exchanging a trying look with Sam across the table.

Taking the reins, Sam tried, “Y/N, yeah, that could happen. But we don’t know that for sure. For all we know, you could show up, there’s no one there and it’s you that kidnapped, and we never see you again. The only thing we know for sure is you’ll be safe if you don’t go at all.”

Moving your gaze away from him, you stared at the window. You knew deep down he was right. Castiel was unpredictable in the worst way possible and that made his request for you to come alone out of the question.

It was hard to stomach the anxiety though that people could be harmed because you were worried about yourself.

“I know,” you answered miserably.

Their eyes were on you as you picked up your silverware and resumed eating reluctantly. Each bite tasted sour. The rest of the meal was quiet as you were drawn back into your thoughts.

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“Maybe we should take a real vacation.”

This suggestion from Sam was what prompted the trip back to the Oregon coast near Cape Lookout. Dean insisted if this was where you guys were going to go, he needed the beach as much as he needed to visit the Tillamook Creamery. When you guys had gone, you had surprisingly been amazed at the amount of cheese samples Dean had not only managed to swindle but put away without getting sick. Enough actually to prompt you to buy some cheese to offset all the free samples, much to Dean’s pleasure to have back at the hotel.

Unlike Sam, you did not enjoy taking runs on the beach but you sure enjoyed rising early to take walks with the sun rising. Luckily the hotel was cheap that you guys found – because who cares what the room looks like as long as it is clean because you barely spent time there anyway – which meant you could book the room for a week More than enough time to travel up and down the coast to see as many viewpoints as possible. The Sea Lion Caves outside of Florence had been a trek but more than worth it.

This morning was the last one before heading home and it was quiet as the sand moved beneath your feet and the waves licked at your feet as you walked. Your sandals dangled from your hand as you took in the sea air, smiling softly as the gulls called overhead. Your endpoint was a local donut shop. If you brought a bag back, Dean would be sure to polish off whatever you and Sam did not eat when he drug himself out of bed.

Looking over the ocean waves. You wished you could stay here forever. Satisfied and tranquil.

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Placing your bag down on the table at the bottom of the stairs, you threw Sam a look.

“Don’t you wish we had a dog to greet us when we came home?”

Sa chuckled but Dean answered, “Hell no. Because if we had a dog, it would have been on that trip with us and it would have been in the backseat of my car messing up my seats.”

Rolling your eyes, you told him, “You always gotta be negative, don’t you? When it comes to dogs?”

Dean grunted in response, moving towards the hall with his bag in hand.

Sam and you exchanged a look.

“Pizza?” you asked. He rose an eyebrow in response, and you quipped, “I’ll make sure to order you some lettuce?”

“Cute. Where are we going?”

“Actually…” you started. “I was thinking I could go alone. No offense but I have been stuck in the car with you guys for a couple days.”

You did not miss the glint of unease in his eyes and you knew what was putting it there.

“I don’t know if that is smart, Y/N.”

“He hasn’t texted in almost two weeks. Since the diner.”

“That is precisely what is concerning. We don’t know what he’s planned. And you said he said himself he’s living in or near Lawrence.”

Jingling the keys in your hand, you shrugged, trying to put a braver look on your face than you felt. You had been thinking about it for days. What you should do.

“I can’t live in constant fear, Sam.”

Sam regarded you quietly.

You added, “I don’t want to let the thought of something bad happening keep me from living my life. Hell, if I did that, I couldn’t do what we do to begin with.”

This at least made him smile a little.

“Yeah,” Sam agreed softly. He fixed you with a hard stare though. “Please be careful.”

“I will,” you promised.

And you were. Looking both ways at four-way intersections, keeping track of who was in your rearview mirror, head on a swivel when you got out of the car to go into the pizza parlor downtown. You were on edge, imagining eyes following you. And more than once you caught yourself looking over your shoulder, afraid you would find Castiel there.

But he was not.

Every time.

You were not sure if that should calm you or make you even more nervous.

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Just when you started getting comfortable a week later, it all came crashing down.

Hand clutching your iced coffee and your other holding your bag containing a couple new books, you thanked the barista and turned away from them to go towards the exit.

Your eyes fell on him at a table next to the closest exit and you froze. He was staring directly at you and you knew he had been watching you for some time. Perhaps the whole time you had wandered around the store, picking up book after book, reading the back covers and placing back ones that had not caught your interest. And he had to have been to get himself situated the way he was and judging by the fact he had men around the two exits out of the café to the bookstore indicated this was calculated.

He motioned for you and pointed at the seat across from him, his mouth set in a thin line.

There were to many patrons for him to harm – you hoped – anyone. That hope is what forced you to move forward, cursing yourself for not having any weapons with you and letting your guard down.

Sinking into the chair, you refrained from placing your things down just yet. His stare was burning, and you wanted to recoil from the fierceness of it. His displeasure was evident.

“It has been awhile,” Castiel finally said, breaking the tension. “I needed… time to collect my thoughts. It disappointed me greatly when you did not show. In fact, it was downright insulting.”

You licked your bottom lip, contemplating how you were going to answer.

“The intention wasn’t to insult you,” you said slowly. “I have to admit I was – and am still, quite frankly – shaken by the… scene at the restaurant. You didn’t give me much to go on with that last text and I wasn’t sure what I was going to be walking into – especially alone. I considered it but decided to wait for word from you after the time had passed.”

Castiel was quiet again and you mirrored him. Although your heart was threatening to beat out of your chest.

He cleared his throat. “Hmm. It seems I still have not convinced you of your safety which is disappointing. But… I can admit I could have divulged more details regarding the parameters of the dinner.” He paused seeing the confused look on your face and he narrowed his in return. “What?”

“Dinner?”

“Yes,” he told you in a wry tone. “I was not going to invite you to something in the evening and not feed you. I am not a heathen. I actually care about your wellbeing.” He adjusted in his chair, tapping his fingers on the table eyeing you inquisitively. “You had considered coming, though?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I am upset it did not come to fruition. Especially since the duck was so delectable.”

“What about the others? The other guests? Did they show…?”

Shrugging, Castiel said, “They really had no choice in the matter. I feel that is one thing I have always been adamantly candid about in my texts. Their fate if you did not show to solve the game.”

Your stomach twisted in knots. This is what you had dreaded, what you had tried to reason with when discussing it with Sam and Dean. More people had died because of your inaction. Castiel had ultimately pulled the trigger but he had placed the gun at your feet first and you had neglected to act.

Apparently, it was clear as day on your face that you were in disbelief because Castiel pointed out, “I did tell you that you could trust me, did I not? That is one thing you can always be sure of. That I will never lie to you.”

He looked so sincere, like that fact should dispel any worry or negativity you were feeling. You were at a loss of what to do except to appease him until you could figure out a better plan.

Again, as if he could read your mind, he said, “If you were so inclined… you could make it up to me? Not a game this time; we will switch it up.”

Avoiding him was no longer an option. Placating him until you truly figured out what to do seemed viable right then and there.

“How?” you asked, your throat dry.

Castiel’s lips turned up, pleased. “The museum.”

Fuck.

You let out a small nervous chuckle and avoided eye contact.

“What?” he asked.

Shit shit shit.

Exhaling sharply, you met his eyes again and told him truthfully, “I don’t have the ticket.”

“What do you mean?”

“I… I left it in the restaurant. On accident. I was a little flustered by the… scene in the kitchen. I didn’t remember. I wasn’t thinking completely straight as I hope you can understand.” His mouth was parted in surprise, staring. You added quickly, “I am sorry if you spent a lot of money on it. I can pay you back. I swear.”

He leaned towards you and you started to lean back in response, but his hand fell on yours holding your coffee, stopping your movement.

“Oh, Y/N. I did not mean to shake you up so badly. I do wish you had not gone into the kitchen but since you did… please know I only did that because of the way they were going to serve you. Improperly. And I could not abide that.” His fingers caressed yours and you were fighting every instinct to yank your hand away from him. “You do not have to pay me back but thank you for the offer. It is extremely sweet and thoughtful of you, kitten.”

He finally leaned back, his hand leaving yours.

“There is an event coming up instead that I can acquire tickets to. And I will hold onto them this time for safe keeping.” A small joke at your expense and you forced a small smirk in response. “I would like you to join me. I can send a text when and where.”

You were almost too afraid to ask. “What kind of event?”

“Musical.”

“Alright.”

His smile was wide. “Perfect. I look forward to it.”

“Me too,” you got out with as much false sincerity as you could muster.

The biggest problem was going to be getting out for an extended period of time without worrying Sam and Dean.

“I hope this outing of ours will bring us closer, kitten,” Castiel told you, standing up. He held out his hand towards you, peering down his nose. Clutching your bag, you stood, accepting his assistance. He took your drink and bag from you, “Let me walk you to your car.”

He was close, his cologne circling around you. After you unlocked the car, he placed your bag in the backseat before holding your door open politely.

Before he closed the door, he handed you your drink. “You look lovely by the way in that color. It flatters you so.”

“Thank you,” you told him, holding your drink close.

“Goodbye for now, Y/N.”

You nodded and he closed the door, taking a step back to allow you room to back out of the parking space.

Your hands were trembling on the steering well as you left. He watched you until you drove off and he disappeared from the rearview when you turned the corner.

~~~

CASTIEL FOREVER TAGS: @willowing-love @perseusandmedusa @greenappleeyes @afanofmanystuffs @earthtokace @shikaros-blog @marisayouass

[misfitpanda]

“You’re a Hooker.” “You’ve been spending our rent money on fillipino hookers?” They’re not hookers, they’re massage therapists.“ "You’re getting a lion?” “Dude you can get past a dog, nobody fucks with a lion.” “Your bed is a car.” “Yeah but it’s a fucking sweet car.” “My cock is lost in the jungle and it’s up to you to find it.” “I can’t believe you came on my mom.” “I didn’t wanna disturb you, you were balls deep in that turtle with a thumb in your mouth.” “Ugh my doll is a whore.” “What’s up douche bigalow you sleep well last night?” “No but I’ll self park it in your ass hole.” “SHITS WEAK!, SHIIIIIITS WEAK!” “How much do clothes cost in the matrix?” “Don’t take the red pill.” “Adios turdnuggets.” “Why so you can jerk off on my mom?” “How many people did you tell about the incident with me and your mom?” “I’ll call you later, let you know which bed I end up in.” “Yes and possibly shitting his pants.” “Maybe because I was with three chicks last night, something you’d know nothing about.” “Hey look it’s Bono’s brother.” “I wanna get you a black cobra, to go around the neck.” “Please. get. on. top. of. me.” “You play a demon who’s been summoned from hell to clean out this meth lab.” “Space shuttle!” “Take that you dirty dopers.” “I can’t believe there are people in this world who still don’t have cable.” “I don’t have antlers do I?” “Chicken cutlet, spaghetti with garlic bread, oh, my God, the wings to go with the breast, I don’t know what you are but I’m gonna fucking eat you too.” “COCKSUCKER ASSFUCK OH GOD DAMNIT!” “Let me guess, was your dick on fire?” “Yea it was my roomates, they tied me up.” “And just when I was about to scream for the police, I came.” “Oh my god, Are you serious? I think he fucking shattered it.” “Because you’re a woman and you’re swimming in a sea of virgins.” “I know you think I’m really hot and you wanna have a drink with me but my boss gave me this serious deadline.” “I hate your face.” “I wanna eat the TV.” “Thanks, maybe tomorrow you can introduce them to Heroine.” “Shh, go read your playgirl or something.” “What’s going on shit lips?” “You’re not jerking off on my dad.” “You’re dead to me, over.” “Yea lose the Woody Allen jacket.” “What does high score mean? High score, is that bad? Did I break it?” “You would if you had robot ears.” “You’ll have to wake him up out of his sex coma first.” “All those stank ass ho’s.” “Cool I hope it’s a naked guy with a boner.” “Jerking off on my mom is one thing.” “You can stay as long as you like and love any man you choose.” “Alright! Who wants a piece of the grey bush?!” “Hopefully that will help with the bad energy troll.” “I had a dream last night, I dreamt I was a dove flying over the sea, and then I dove in to the ocean and swam with the Dolphins. I was two animals joined as one…Which meant good things are coming, good things.” “I just got the new season of Buffy on DVD and I’m gonna stay at home and watch the bonus features.” “Behind this awesome, I’m simply a human. But I’m working on that.” “That’s cool, if you wanna be sober and vomit.” “Do you have bathrooms here or do I have to shit in a plant?” “Go eat a hamburger and choke on a cow dick.” “I tried to tell you that was a piece of dry dog poop but you didn’t wanna believe me.” “There is absolutely no way you could beat me at any video game.” “I have to pee out of my ass.” “Chi chi choo choo no co co.” “If I knew you were bringing people over, I would have trimmed my antlers.” “I can hear my hair growing.” “My grandma drank all my pot.” “Hey easy pothead I’ll get you your fix.” “By girlfriend do you mean that piece of rabbit fur you rub on your dick every night?” “Hey does anybody have a light I found some weed….I wanna smoke it.” “You want an ice cream sandwich? They’re on whole wheat with lettuce.” “I once gave Charlie Chapman a hand job.” “What’s the matter nana’s boy? Can’t hang?” “Someone’s ass getting laid tonight.” “My beef strong.” “Your beef wrong.” “I FUCKING LOVE THIS GIRL!” “Are those Leopard spandex?” “I should have worn a condom.” “I am a robot, I like robots, I have a robot vagina.” “Almost as hilarious as your face.” “So who wants to hear about my STD from the silent film era?” “This chicks pussy smelt like the great depression.” “Maybe it’s a fireman stripper.” “This guy’s not gonna rip my heart out of my chest and show it to me is he?” “Don’t tell me your grandma beats you.” “It invaded my mind with such force I thought I was going to explode in to the atmosphere.” “I want you to take the Frankenstein shit, the deer shit, the bling and the bling bling and roll it all in to one joint.” “I’ll smoke it with you, we’ll go to the looney bin together.” “i’m video taping this for scientific research, this shit will be on the discovery channel.” “Don’t judge me monkey.” “Backstreet for life.” “I started a fight club.” “What is that ringing? Do I have a tumor?” “Phone’s for you I think it’s the devil.” “He kidnapped your grandma and he’s going to eat her soul through her head.” “I’m way too baked to drive to the devil’s house.” “Dude where do you get your weed?” “You’ll get so stoned you’ll shit your pants.” “Yea monkey karate chop the elephant!”

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Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban: Everyone Lives AU

Table of Contents beta’d by @ageofzero

Chapter Twelve The Patronus

The Hogwarts express left the Sunday after New Years’ Day. Harry was excited to see his friends again, and excited to show them his new broom, but the break had been too short. He missed his parents and Sirius. Even though he had just spent two weeks with them, it didn’t feel like two weeks. The house had been too quiet under the strain of Regulus Black’s illegal parole for Harry to feel like he’d really gotten to see his parents. Instead, it felt like he saw pieces of his parents.

As they crossed the barrier onto Platform 9 and ¾, Harry reflected that he’d had similar feelings while his mother was at Hogwarts. He wondered if growing up was going to be like this forever, or if catching Regulus Black really would fix things.

“Harry!” Hermione shouted and waved at him. She was on the step of a carriage, and her parents were helping her with Crookshanks’s basket.

Harry waved back and turned to say goodbye to his parents. Then he heard someone shout, “Llewelyn, no!”

Harry turned to see the small black cat weaving its way through the crowd. It jumped up onto Harry’s trunk, chest up and tail swishing, and seemed to stare intently at Harry and his parents.

“Oh, hello,” Lily laughed and reached out to pet the cat. Its ears went back as she approached it so she withdrew her hand.

“Isn’t that Ginny’s cat?” Remus asked, looking around for its owner.

Ginny appeared, panting. Harry wondered how far she’d run to catch up with her cat. “I’m sorry,” she said quickly. She wrapped her hands around her cat’s middle and tried to pull him off of Harry’s luggage, but its claws clung to the trunk. “I’m sorry,” she said again.

“It’s alright,” Lily laughed. “Cats are fickle creatures.”

Ginny finally pulled her cat off, face bright red, and went back to where her parents were saying goodbye to Percy. Harry caught her mumbling, “Just because I told you I like him doesn’t mean —” but he lost the rest of it in the crowd.

“She should get something sensible, like a dog,” James said with a small smile.

Lily lightly swatted his chest, and looked to Sirius, expecting at least a smile or an acknowledgement of the joke, but Sirius was staring after Ginny.

“Honestly, Pads,” James said, and Sirius startled at the old nickname, “it’s not as if she’s going to whisk Harry off in the middle of the night and steal his virtue.”

There was a brief hesitation before Sirius grinned. “Isn’t that what Lily did with you?”

“I think James did most of the whisking,” Lily said with a gentle laugh. “But I don’t think he stole any of my virtues.”

“I think you gave him a few better ones,” Remus said with a small smile.

Harry’s ears burned, and he had half a mind to tell his parents he did not want to hear about this, and they were in public, but he said nothing. He was just glad to see his family fall into their natural patterns of teasing each other.

The train whistled and Lily quickly kissed Harry goodbye. He hugged his father and Sirius, then he tried to help Remus load his luggage onto the train, and Remus tried to help him, which ended with them just switching trunks as they put their things on the train.

Once inside, luggage away, and the train moving steadily towards Hogwarts, Harry was not quite sure he wanted to leave Remus alone.

Remus seemed to read his thoughts. “Go sit with your friends, Harry. I’m going to stay up front with the conductor. I’m only here in case the dementors get friendly.”

“I don’t think they know the meaning of the word,” Harry said with a smile, but decided it would be okay to leave Remus. They were a week away from the full moon, and Remus looked like it was one of his better days. So he went towards the back of the train, where he had seen Hermione boarding.

He was halfway back when someone behind him called, “Harry!”

He turned to see Oliver Wood squeezing between a pair of Ravenclaw first years to catch up to him.

“Hey, Oliver,” he said. “How was your Christmas?” He tried to sound nonchalant, and not as if he was bursting to tell Oliver about his new broom.

“It was fine. I ah — I did some thinking. After last match, you know. If the dementors come to the next one… I mean… we can’t afford you to — well —”

“I’m working on it,” Harry said quickly. “Uncle — Er, Professor Lupin promised to help. And I got a broom for Christmas.”

Wood brightened immediately, and his shoulders relaxed as quickly as if someone had cut a taut rope. “Good. Good model? Nimbus or a Comet?”

“A Firebolt,” Harry said with an uncontrollable grin.

Wood’s eyes went wide. “You’re joking.”

“My godfather bought it for me.”

“A Firebolt,” Wood repeated in a whisper, in awe of the very name. “Incredible. We’ll win for sure.”

Harry certainly hoped so.

The Ravenclaw first years were looking at him with wide eyes. He brushed his bangs over his forehead and quickly made his way to the last compartment where he found his friends.

Ron glumly recounted Christmas at home, where Molly fawned over both Ginny’s cat and Percy. The highlight was Fred and George slipping fireworks under Percy’s chair that went off as dessert started.

Hermione was in the middle of explaining to Ron and Harry that Muggle crackers weren’t quite the same as the ones at Hogwarts when the door to the compartment burst open.

Fred and George pushed their way in.

“Harry —” Fred said, then paused to catch his breath.

“Is it true —” George said.

“— that you got a Firebolt?”

“Can we see?” they asked in unison.

Harry stared at them, and before he could answer, two more students appeared in the doorway to the compartment behind Fred and George — a tall boy in Hufflepuff robes with a Prefect’s badge and a girl in a flower-print dress with a black brace on her wrist.

They didn’t say anything, or try to come inside, but stood awkwardly in the door. Harry had seen them around school, but he’d never actually met them before. He knew the boy was Cedric Diggory, the Hufflepuff Seeker, but he didn’t know who the girl was or if she was even in his year, and since she was in Muggle clothes, he had no idea which house she was in.

Fred and George, however, seemed to know them.

“Hey, clear off, Cho,” Fred said.

“Could we just look?” the girl asked.

“You’re competition,” George said. “Go on. You’ll see it on the pitch.”

Harry wasn’t sure he wanted the girl to leave, but Cedric Diggory shrugged his shoulders and led the girl off.

“Now can we see it?” Fred asked.

“Before the whole school gets down here,” George added.

“It’s with my trunk,” Harry said, a little disappointed he hadn’t thought to bring it in with him.

Fred and George looked disappointed too.

“I’ll have it at practice, though,” Harry said quickly.

“Can we have a go on it?” Fred asked.

“Sure,” Harry said, “but Ron gets to go first.”

Ron, who had been watching rather the exchange rather dismally, sat up, and his face went red. “Are you sure, Harry? You need to practice, too —”

“I’ve had all break to practice. As soon as we get a free afternoon, you can try it out.”

“But Gryffindors only,” said George. “We don’t need to be taking any chances with the enemy.”

Fred nodded in agreement.

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Their first class back at school was Care of Magical Creatures. They’d been taking care of flobberworms, which was not nearly as exciting as petting hippogriffs, especially since all they did was feed the flobberworms lettuce. So the Slytherin and Gryffindor classes tried hard to look disappointed when Hagrid told them the flobberworms had died over the break.

Instead, they fed salamanders, which was actually pretty fun and exciting. The little lizards scampered across hot logs in a large bonfire, and the class ran around collecting leaves and sticks to feed them. The warmth was welcomed in the cold winter air.

Hagrid, however, looked exceptionally morose as he walked around the bonfire, making sure no students were throwing anything untoward at the salamanders. He took a rock from Goyle before settling next to Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

“Did you have a good Christmas?” Harry asked politely, though he wasn’t sure he wanted to hear the answer.

“Bit o’ bad news.” Hagrid blew his nose on his large handkerchief. “Heard from the board of governors about Buckbeak.”

Harry wasn’t sure what the bad news could be, if Hagrid was still here teaching class.

“You’re not fired,” Hermione said certainly, as if she was thinking the same thing. “What happened?”

“They’re takin’ the case to the Committee fer the Disposal o’ Dangerous Creatures.”

“That’s not terrible,” Ron said. “I’m sure Buckbeak will get off. He’s not a bad hippogriff —”

“Yeh don’ know them gargoyles at the Committee. They’ve got it in fer interestin’ creatures.”

Considering two years ago, Hagrid had tried to foster a baby dragon, Harry wasn’t sure Hagrid was a good judge of what was a dangerous creature and what was an interesting creature.

“You’ll be able to put in a good, strong defense,” Hermione said. “When’s the hearing?”

“In April.”

“That’s plenty of time!”

“Won’t make no diff’rence — Them Disposal devils, they’re all in Lucius Malfoy’s pocket. Scared o’ him. An’ if I lose the case —”

“We’ll help,” Hermione said. “I’m sure I’ve read something useful.”

Hagrid did not look cheered, but he didn’t have time to protest. He had to rescue Seamus, whose sleeve had caught on fire.

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Thursday night, Harry left Ron and Hermione to do hippogriff research, and he went to the empty History of Magic classroom to meet Uncle Remus.

The classroom was dark, and Harry lit the lamps while he waited for Remus to arrive. He was used to Remus being five or ten minutes late, so he wasn’t concerned. And, sure enough, five after eight, Remus appeared with a large packing case that he set on Professor Binn’s desk.

“What is that?” Harry asked.

“Went boggart hunting.” Remus pulled his cloak off and draped it over the desk. “Found him hiding in Mr. Filch’s filing cabinet. You didn’t think I’d bring a real dementor in, did you?” he asked with a small twinkle in his eye.

Harry tried to laugh, because he was sure it was a joke, but he felt more apprehensive than anything else, and it sounded less like a laugh and more like a nervous breath.

“So,” Remus began and pulled out his wand, “the spell to ward off a dementor is called a Patronus Charm. When conjured correctly, the Patronus will stand between you and the dementors, like a shield. It’s a projection of the things dementors feed on — hope, happiness, the desire to survive — but it cannot feel despair, as real humans can, so the dementors can’t hurt it. Unfortunately, it is an incredibly difficult spell to produce, especially under the duress of facing a dementor. Even I have trouble with it at times.”

Harry remembered the silver swan gliding into the dining room in the middle of the night. He knew his parents had used them for quick communication before, but he’d never known you could use a patronus to shield yourself from a dementor. But they’d never had to face dementors before, so he supposed it had just never come up.

“What’s the incantation?” Harry asked.

“The incantation is, expecto patronum,” he paused for Harry to repeat it, “but that’s the easy part. Like facing a boggart, it requires extreme concentration of mind. You need to focus on a single happy memory and conjure your patronus from that moment.”

Harry tried to think of the happiest moment in his life. He wasn’t quite sure what would do. Opening a Firebolt? Flying a broom with his father and Sirius? The first time Sirius took him on his motorbike?

Harry finally settled on catching his first snitch, and the rush of victory he’d felt, even as he went tumbling into the dirt. “Expecto patronum,” he said quietly. He repeated it louder, with a little more confidence, focusing very hard on the memory and a silvery wisp shot out of the end of his wand.

“Very good!” Remus said with a small smile. “Think you can do that against a dementor?” He put his hand on the case. It jiggled ominously.

“I’m ready,” Harry said and adjusted his grip on his wand.

Remus nodded and opened the box. A dementor rose out and Harry suddenly felt very cold. His hand shook, but he shouted, “Expecto patronum!” and kept his wanted pointed on the dementor.

He tried so hard to focus on catching the snitch and the joy he’d felt as everyone had cheered. But the classroom, the memory, and the dementor all seemed to dissolve into heavy white fog, and he heard his mother’s voice again, louder this time — “Not Harry!” — and Voldemort’s deep reply was enough to send chills down Harry’s spine without the help of a dementor — “Stand aside. Stand aside, girl!”

“Harry!”

Harry opened his eyes and found himself on the floor of the classroom. He sat up and rubbed the back of his head. It didn’t hurt. He wondered if Remus had caught him. But Remus had his hand on the latch of the case, just locking it shut.

“Are you alright?” Remus asked.

Harry nodded and used a desk to pull himself up. He took the Chocolate Frog from Lupin.

“It’s alright. I didn’t expect you to do it your first time. In fact, I would have been astounded if you had.”

“It’s getting worse,” he said. “I could hear her louder — and Voldemort —”

“We don’t have to continue,” Remus said gently. “I would more than understand if —”

“No, I do! I have to.” Harry quickly finished the Chocolate Frog. “If the dementors show up at our match against Hufflepuff, I can’t afford to fall off again. We’d lose the cup.”

“Alright.” There was a small smile on the corner of Remus’s mouth. Harry wanted to ask what Remus was thinking about, but before he could, Remus said, “You may want to try a happier memory. That one doesn’t seem strong enough.”

Harry wasn’t sure what counted as very happy. He searched his brain and came up with the midnight feast last year, after defeating the basilisk, and the relief he’d felt when all his friends were safe, when Hagrid had returned, and his parents were there.

“Okay,” Harry said.

Remus opened the box again.

The dark hood lifted from the box and the dementor-shaped boggartraised its rotting hand raised towards Harry.

“Expecto patronum!” he shouted. He thought he saw a bit of silver, but everything was quickly lost to that white fog. Harry tried to speak the spell again, but he was already bracing himself to hear his mother’s desperate voice again, and as he did, he lost sight of the memory.

But he didn’t hear his mother’s voice. He heard his father —

“Take Harry and go! It’s him! Go, run! I’ll hold him off!”

And he heard a high-pitched cackle that sounded like the laughter Harry had heard in the Chamber of Secrets, but eerily different, the way an old glass reflects a warped image of a person.

“Harry! Harry, wake up.”

Harry slowly came back to Remus’s voice, and he briefly wondered why he was on the floor and not at home in his bed before he remembered where he was.

“I heard my dad,” he said as Remus handed him another Chocolate Frog. “He tried to face Voldemort alone —” Harry rubbed his cheeks with the back of his hand.

It was strange, to think about his parents facing Voldemort, though he’d done it twice himself. They had always been so protective of him, and he felt like he was beginning to understand why. If Ron or Hermione were in danger, he’d do the same. And he’d be terrified if they tried to do it for him. How much more strongly must his parents feel?

“Without his wand,” Remus added with a heavy sigh, “so Sirius says.”

“He talked to Sirius about it, but not you?” Harry’s brow furrowed. He would never go to Sirius about something, well, serious. Not instead of Uncle Remus, anyway.

“Your father seems to think I have enough troubles and doesn’t like to add his to mine.”

“That sounds like what they say to me.” Harry hadn’t meant to say it, but the words tumbled out anyway. He instantly regretted them. They sounded childish, but where Sirius might’ve laughed at him, or his parents might have been hurt, Remus was only quietly thoughtful.

When Remus still said nothing, Harry said, “I’m sure it’s not because they think of you as a kid. If anything, you’re more responsible than they are. At least, I think you’re nearly as responsible as Mum is.”

Remus laughed gently. “I’m not too sure about that.” But whether he meant he was not as responsible as Harry thought, or Lily was less responsible than Harry thought, he didn’t say.

Then suddenly, Remus asked, “You know your Christmas gift from Sirius was his way of apologizing, right?”

“I… I thought so,” Harry said. He wondered if he’d rather try again with the boggart or have this conversation with Uncle Remus. “I just — I wish he’d actually say it.”

“He’s better at doing things, rather than saying things.” Remus seemed very distant, and Harry was afraid to interrupt his thoughts.

Harry remembered what Sirius had said about Regulus Black. “He had my mother’s flare for believable lies.” He wondered if Sirius was so poor at using words because he struggled with believing them himself. Then he wondered what Remus was thinking about, and what had prompted this conversation in the first place.

“Did Sirius apologize to you for something?” Harry asked.

Remus smiled faintly. “I’m not very subtle, am I? It was a long time ago. An old hurt, but… not one that is easily forgotten. No matter how much we have all tried to forget it.”

Harry wasn’t used to Remus being the cryptic one. Usually, if Remus didn’t want to answer, he would say so. He was nothing if not direct and honest with Harry, while cryptic messages were left to his parents. Unless it had something to do with the werewolf.

“Perhaps we should call it an evening,” Remus said suddenly, before Harry could press him for answers.

“Can I give it one more go?” Harry asked. “Please?”

Remus hesitated, then finally nodded. “Alright, then. When you’re ready.”

Harry wracked his brain for a stronger memory. He remembered his first night home from Hogwarts, sitting in the living room, recounting his year to his parents, Sirius, and Uncle Remus. He remembered very clearly the taste of his mother’s tea and cake, and his father’s laughter. He remembered Sirius interrupting his stories about his Quidditch matches to make them more dramatic. He remembered Remus praising his work in class. That night, home, with his family, surely counted as very happy. If that wasn’t strong enough, he didn’t know what was.

He focused until he could taste the cake and smell the old wood smell of his family’s house, then he nodded at Remus.

Remus opened the latch and again, the dementor rose out of the box. It’s rotting hand gripped the edge of the case and it pulled itself up, dark hood shadowing its face and it floated towards Harry.

The room went cold and dark, and Harry shouted, “Expecto patronum,” as loud as he could. He heard his mother screaming, but it felt so far away, and the white fog hovered on the edge of his vision. A large silver shadow burst out of the end of Harry’s wand and hovered between him and the dementor. He could still hear his mother’s scream, and his legs felt like they were made of Sleeping Draught, but he managed to stay standing. He didn’t know how much longer he could stay on his feet, but —

“Riddikulus,” Remus said, stepping between Harry and the boggart.

The shield fell away and the boggart turned into a full, silver moon that Remus shoved back into the box.

Harry sat down on a desk. He felt terrible, but he was proud of himself. He’d managed to stay on his feet.

“That was excellent,” Remus said with a smile. “An incredible start.” He handed Harry a large bar of chocolate. “Eat the lot, or Madam Pomfrey will be after my blood. Is the same time next week alright?”

Harry nodded. “Yeah. Thanks.” The chocolate made him feel warm again, and he returned to the common room feeling more confident than he’d felt all year.

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Harry’s schedule was busier than ever. On top of his elective classes, Oliver Wood had them training for the Quidditch match five times a week. And Thursdays, Harry had patronus lessons with Professor Lupin. This left him with only Sunday evenings for all his homework.

The good news was that Ravenclaw beat Slytherin so if Gryffindor managed to win their next match, they could pull into second place. That was as long as Harry didn’t crash and burn from exhaustion first.

Still, he didn’t seem to have it nearly as bad as Hermione, who could be found at any given hour in a corner of the Gryffindor common room with no less than three books open. Harry and Ron still had no idea how she was getting to her classes, because she hadn’t missed a single one of her classes with them, but she was clearly getting homework in Arithmancy and Muggle Studies, which were at the same time as Care of Magical Creatures and Divination. She was starting to look as worn out as Uncle Remus, especially as the Hufflepuff-Gryffindor game and the full moon approached.

It would be the first of Harry’s Quidditch games that Remus would miss. It happened to fall on the day after the full moon of February. Harry was not disappointed, exactly, even though this particular year seemed to have the worst timing for full moons. He was mostly concerned with whether or not Sirius would come to his game. On one hand, he wanted Sirius and his parents to be with Remus, because he didn’t like the idea of Remus recovering alone. But on the other hand, it would be his first game on his Firebolt and he really wanted his family there to see him.

Finally, after a rather disappointing session with Remus, Harry trudged up to the common room to put the last touches on a Transfiguration essay. Usually Hermione edited his papers for him, but she was far too busy for that this year. Harry really wouldn’t mind doing it himself if patronus lessons weren’t so exhausting.

“You look exhausted, mate,” Ron said as Harry took a seat next to him and Hermione in the common room.

Harry only grunted an answer.

“You’re not catching whatever Professor Lupin has, are you?” Ron asked. “He looked miserable in class today.”

Hermione snorted suddenly, in a way that startled Harry. But he ignored her and managed to say, “No, I’m not catching whatever Professor Lupin has. The boggart-dementor-thing is just draining, that’s all.”

“What do you think is wrong with him?” Ron asked.

“I think it’s rather obvious,” Hermione said as she finished the conclusion of a lengthy Arithmancy essay.

Ron looked like he was about to press Hermione further, so Harry quickly said, “Ron, did you finish your essay? D’you want me to look over it, and you can look over mine?”

Ron closed the book of cases involving magical beast incidents and dug through his bag for his Transfiguration essay. “You’re sure you don’t have time to help, Hermione?”

She snorted derisively, a clear sign she was tired of Ron asking for help. Harry didn’t mind if she was busy, but he wished she wasn’t so rude about it.

Harry watched Hermione shift her parchment and reach for a rune translation. She nearly spilled a bottle of ink all over a Muggle Studies essay, but Harry managed to catch it for her.

“Thanks,” she said, and set the bottle down on top of her books where it would be out of the way.

Harry was just through the introduction of Ron’s essay when Neville came into the Common Room, cheeks pink from the cold outside. Ginny was close behind, George’s broom in her hand. They’d come to the agreement of, “Don’t ask and I won’t tell Mum,” so that if pressed, George could feign ignorance, and Ginny promised Mrs. Weasley wouldn’t find out.

Llewelyn got up from his sleeping place by the fire, stretched, and walked over to Ginny, nuzzling her ankles. She picked him up and took him with her to put the broom away. Neville went over to Ron and Harry.

“How’s watching Ginny fly?” Ron asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Great,” Neville said breathlessly and reached into his coat pocket. He pulled out something small, furry, and wriggling, and dropped it into Ron’s lap. “That’s your weasel, isn’t it? Ernie MacMillan and I found him over by one of the greenhouses. I told you he’d turn up. Trevor always turns up. Though Trevor doesn’t bite nearly so much,” Neville said, and rubbed his finger.

Ron held Scabbers up and stared at him in amazement. “I thought he had run away for good.” Even still, Scabbers was squirming and trying to get out of Ron’s hands. He bit Ron’s finger, and Ron winced, but didn’t drop him. “Yeah, he’s his same old self,” Ron said.

Ginny came back downstairs, cat in her arms. “I knew it was Scabbers,” she said. “He has that tear on his —” but she didn’t get to finish because Llewellyn jumped out of her arms and into Ron’s lap. Scabbers slipped out of Ron’s fingers and scampered over Harry’s Transfiguration essay. Llewellyn followed, claws tearing into the parchment.

Hermione dropped her rune translations as the animals ran into her study group. Llewellyn knocked the bottle of ink onto Hermione’s Arithmancy essay. They went around the entire common room. Students lifted their papers or jumped out of their seat to avoid being in the fray. By the time Ron got a hold of Scabbers again, and Ginny had grabbed Llewellyn, Hermione was nearly crying.

“Can’t you lock that cat up in your room?” Ron said to Ginny.

“He won’t even go in my room,” Ginny snapped. “Why don’t you lock Scabbers up in your room? Seeing how he likes to run away.”

Harry sat down next to Hermione, not particularly interested in getting in the middle of a sibling fight. “It’s alright,” he said. “If the essay was dry, you can just vanish the wet ink.”

With a shaky wand, Hermione said, “Evanesco,” but she was left with a dark smudge on her essay. Readable, but she would probably lose presentation points. She burst into tears.

“I’ll copy it over for you,” Harry said.

“But then it won’t be in my handwriting,” Hermione wailed. “Profesor Vector will know.”

“I’ll use one of Fred and George’s forgery quills.”

Hermione stubbornly shook her head and her tears dripped onto the damaged essay, only making it worse.

Harry slipped upstairs to Fred and George’s dorm anyway. He knew Fred kept the quills in a hidden pocket of his school bag, because Fred had offered to sign his Hogsmeade permission form for him at the beginning of the year. Harry had declined, thinking that it wasn’t a good idea with Uncle Remus as a professor.

On his way back down he passed Ron, closing the door to their dorm and muttering angrily about Ginny and her cat.

Downstairs, Harry took Hermione’s essay from her, and gave her his Transfiguration essay. She wiped her eyes and mended the tears from Llewellyn while he copied her Arithmancy essay onto a fresh sheet of paper. He had no idea what any of it meant, but Hermione’s handwriting was so impeccable, he had no trouble copying the essay down word for word.

[whatthepuck20]

Smoke and Make Up

DATE & TIME: February 26th, Evening

TAGGING: @abundance-ofana & @whatthepuck20

LOCATION: Ana and Puck’s place

SUMMARY: After spending a night apart because of a fight, the married couple gets back together to work things out with the help of Mary Jane.

WARNINGS: they smoke the devil’s lettuce. #legalizeit

Puck moved around the living room, straightening up as much as he could before Ana made it  home. He didn’t sleep much the night before, choosing to wait up for her just in case she changed her mind and came home. It had been the first night in a long time that the two spent apart and he didn’t like it at all. If he was being honest with himself, he still didn’t really understand how the argument got so out of hand in the first place. Everyone kept asking him if he was alright and he wasn’t sure why. In his mind, he was just doing what he was taught in basic training and didn’t see it as a big deal.

Once he was satisfied with the state of the room, he quickly jogged upstairs to grab the cigar box he kept in his bedside table. Checking the contents, he made his way back downstairs and took a seat on the couch. Puck placed the open box on the coffee table and pulled out the small bag of weed and his grinder. Munch wandered over and hopped up onto the couch next to him. Chuckling at Munch’s curiosity, Puck worked on getting a joint rolled before Ana got back. “Your mom says you wanna be a mini-me. So I guess you better pay attention and learn how to properly roll if you wanna have street cred,” he joked, “don’t tell her that we have conversations while she’s gone.” Puck perked up as he heard someone unlocking the front door. “Banana? Is that you?”

Ana walked hearing her shoes click against the cobblestone of the street, she felt a little bad starting her vacations day early but that’s what her understudy was for after all and with her mind in the setting it was- she wasn’t going to be much better than her understudy anyways. She still felt a small pounding in her head and a twisted knot in her stomach but she had a feeling it was less to do with the alcohol and more to do with the lack of sleep and being upset over the argument that had transpired between her and Puck- and over text nonetheless. She walked up to the door leaning her head against it hearing her phone buzz in her pocket and she knew it was the ring doorbell alerting her of her own presence.

She closed her eyes shaking her head as she unlocked the front door slowly pushing it open, “You expecting someone else?” She raised and eyebrow as she took the keys out of the lock dropping them back in her pocket as she closed the front door behind her. She looked over at puck on the couch, “What are you…” the girl paused as she got closer, “Oh, so this was the idea you had to help with my mental state? Interesting…” she took her coat off tossing it over the lounge chair before she sat down on the other side of the couch leaning into the corner. “We doing this before or after we talk?”

Puck chuckled slightly. “Yea. I was expecting Brie Larson to pop up and sweep me off my feet.” He licked the edge of the rolling paper and finished up the joint as he watched her sit as far away from him on the couch as possible. Puck wanted to be respectful and give her the space she needed, but it was hard to be in the same vicinity as her and not automatically gravitate towards her. Grabbing his USAF zippo lighter to keep his hands busy, he shifted in his seat so he was facing the blonde. “I figured we do this first. Chill out a bit. And then talk. Because if we end up yelling at each other…nothing is gonna get accomplished,” he explained with a shrug. “You look beautiful, by the way,” he added before shifting his gaze back to the joint in his hand.

“Here,” he said before handing her the joint and his lighter. Puck got off of the couch and made his way into the kitchen. He grabbed a Gatorade and water out of the fridge before making his way back to the couch. Puck placed the items on the coffee table in front of Ana. “Just in case.” Leaning in, he pressed a light kiss to her forehead before retreating to the other end of the couch. “I forgot…have you smoked before?”  

The girl smirked at his comment feeling the end of her lips curl into a small and faint smile on her face, “I suppose you have a point. It doesn’t help that neither of us are generally calm and collected when it comes to things we’re passionate about..” she tilted her head softly as she felt her eyes wonder to his words, “thanks. Who knew the outfit from the day before wouldn’t look so bad the second day in a row… cute right?” The girl chucked a bit at her own remark as she watched him wonder off, “I’m sorry. Well half sorry. I didn’t mean to blow up the way I did last night and then do what I did. It wasn’t exactly the best way to go about it….” she watched him place the two drinks in front of her as she felt the kiss on her forehead, “Thanks..” she leaned forward grabbing the water crackling the bottle open before taking a sip and setting the open container down.

“I have not, so how are we going to do this because I was never the one to smoke- left that to danny and my aunt…” her voice slowly trailed off as she watched their corgi wander off to his fluffy bed before plopping down defeated looking. “Also how was it last night with him? Did he take my spot happily since he tries to shove me off all the time with his clunky paws or was he still half on top of you?” She raised her eyebrow at him with a soft look in her eyes glistening, “I’m about a kick in the leg away from calling it quits and finding us a California king bed so his royal highness can have his own space.” She shook her head as she pushed her hair behind her shoulders as she looked at their pup, she missed him but the previous night she missed noah more and for some reason she couldn’t seem to vocalize those feelings without feeling even worse.

“No need to apologize. I understand needing space after an argument.” Puck took the items from her hand when she said she had never smoked. “Wait…your aunt? That’s kinda cool. I’ll get it started,” he replied. Bringing the joint up to his face, he paused at her second question. “Uh…honestly we spent the night out here on the couch. Didn’t do much sleeping. But I did teach him a new trick. Hey Munch, come here.” Puck leaned now and stuck his free hand out by the dog. “Gimme five,” he called out, smiling when Munch excitedly placed his paw on Puck’s hand. Chuckling, he sat back up and shook his head. “That literally took us an hour. And now he’s gonna be staring at me until I give him a treat.”

Placing the joint between his lips, he carefully lit it and inhaled. Puck leaned back and blew out the smoke after a minute. “So…you’re definitely gonna cough. Don’t be scared. Everyone does their first time. And it might take a couple hits to feel anything. This is the really mellow stuff. Didn’t wanna send you to space on your first trip,” he explained before holding out the lit joint for her. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t wanna, Banana.”

Ana looked at him narrowing her eyes, “didn’t I tell you about my aunt? I mean I lived with her during my ‘become a lady’ school days and she was very much a lady of New Orleans…” the girl looked at him feeling her facial expression fall hearing he spent the night on the couch, “Oh… you slept out here..?” She pauses when she saw him and munch high five smirking a bit at the two, “Okay that is kind of cute and I rest my case if he likes you more.” She looked at him at she took it from his hand holding it for a second, “So you don’t want me to think the space time continuum is broken? I think I’m suppose to say thank you to that.” The girl smiled a bit as she brought it to her lips slowly inhaling feeling it burn the back of of throat moving it away before she felt a few tickles in her throat coughing softly, “Why does it burn..?” She scrunched her face as she coughed a couple more times handing it back to him.

The girl shook her head back and forth as it calmed down, “Seriously why is this fun for people? Oh my good lanta Puck…” she grabbed the water taking a sip feeling it finally stop. She closed her eyes for a moment before opening them looking at him, “As for the statement you gave a bit ago- trust me when I say I won’t do something I don’t want to. Though sometimes I wish I thought things out better before just jumping to conclusions since that sometimes leads to actions I later on mildly wish I hadn’t done.” She chewed on her bottom lip for a moment, “Were you okay last night? And please don’t say you were fine.”

Puck nodded a bit and leaned back into the couch. “Yea. I dunno. Didn’t feel right to sleep in the bed without you,” he answered truthfully. He reached out and placed his hand on her knee as she coughed through her first hit. “It’ll get better…..trust me,” he said softly before removing his hand, remember the no touching rule. He took it from her and knocked some of the ash from the tip into an empty soda can on the coffee table. Puck raised an eyebrow at her slightly rambling response. “Are you talking about last night? Or just your thought process in general?” he asked before taking a longer hit.

Exhaling the smoke up and away from Ana, he took a moment to gather his thoughts. Usually, his immediate reaction would have been to say he was fine, but he really was trying to be more open and honest with his wife. “I guess I was ok. I missed you being here. If you think about it…we haven’t really spent many nights apart since we started hooking up. So it was weird not having you around,” he replied. Puck took another hit and allowed the smoke to cloud over his brain. “I think I love you like more than I’ve ever loved anything in my life. And if you haven’t noticed, I’m kinda obsessed with you. Have been since the moment we’ve met if I’m being honest. So not having around…sucked,” he said quietly before handing the joint back over to the blonde.

The girl hated hearing he slept on the couch due to it being weird to be alone without her, part of her was comforted it by it but a majority of her churned at the idea. “Uhm, both? I feel like with everything going on I just am so exhausted all the time and everything seems so much more crazy then it is and my brain jumps all over and I can’t keep up anymore.” She looked at him as she brought her right hand to her hair as she twirled the end of it around her index finger listening, she felt a small smile come to her face when he actually spoke more then just a simple one or two word sentence- we felt bad pushing him a little but the two had always been around each other and as much fun as they had they never really slowed down and had too many conversations that were more then simple.

“It sucked not having you around last night too..” she dropped her hand into her lap as she spoke, “I found myself drinking and I kept going to turn on the chair to talk to you but you weren’t there and it was just weird. I wanted to talk to someone about it but I also didn’t because it’s you..? Even if it’s about you I only want to talk to you. So I’m sorry you went through that. If there is a next time I’ll try to not be so.. well, runaway bride. Also, I kind love you more then I ever though I’d love anyone- that’s why I kind of got so.. freaked out for you.” She felt her voice drift off for a moment, she took it from him pausing closing her eyes before bringing it to her lips and inhaling again trying to choke down the couch before she gave it dropping it from her lips coughing a little, “The burn does get less painful..” she looked at him holding it out, “I’m going to quit.” The words came from her mouth before she could stop them, as if they were floating in the air in front of her and she couldn’t take them back. She couldn’t say she hadn’t thought about this for a while, she had but saying it out loud felt so final. “Sorry. That kind of came from buried deep down….” she pursed her lips together 

“It’s fine. I understand.” Puck smiled sadly at her words. “You’re the only one I want to talk to too. We could work on not having running away as our first reaction to a fight,” he agreed with her. It had always been them two against the world. Even from the very beginning, she was the only one who took the time to listen to him even when he was being stubborn about things. “I really don’t like when you’re upset. Especially when you’re upset with me.”

He leaned forward and quickly pecked her lips. “Fuck the no touching rule. I love you and I need you to know that,” he muttered before pulling away. Puck took the joint from Ana. As he was taking a hit, her words caused him to choke a little. Coughing, he raised an eyebrow at his wife. “Quit? Quit what? The show?” He leaned back into the couch and stared at the joint in his hand. His thoughts were going a little slower than normal. “Ok…do you know why you wanna quit?” he asked before taking another hit.

Ana shook her head a bit, “It wasn’t fine, I freaked out because this was like our first fight and I didn’t know what to do. I just knew I didn’t want to say something stupid. Somehow that in my brain translated into ‘don’t go home’ and I don’t even know how…” Ana let her body fall backwards as her head rested between the couch in and the arm rest as she gazed up at the ceiling, “I wasn’t even upset. I was scared and then I got upset because I was so scared and it just freaking twirled downwards from there into me kind of freaking out…” She pushes herself up with an awkward smile on her face not really even sure if what she was saying made any sense and before she could even contemplate that she felt his lips on hers and a smile break on her lips. “The one time is allowed..”

She looked at him seeing the confused look on his face, “I’m not happy. I feel really stuck, and with those feelings I feel like I’m taking my annoyance out on other people.. and I kind of hate it. I hate being annoying and frustrated. I’ve always been so happy and bouncy….” her voice trailed off as she furrowed her eyebrows thinking of a way to not sound terrible, “I just hate it. The show was great and I had so much fun but I just hate being there, I hate going on stage every night doing the same thing… I want to be here with you figuring other things out and I feel like I can’t anymore..” she sighed feeling feeling the knots in her stomach release and her hands run cold, “I feel like this is suppose to be the best time and instead I’m gone. As much as I’m here sometimes I feel like a stranger and I’m missing things I shouldn’t be missing..” she knew there was more to it then what she was communicating but she wasn’t sure how to say it seeing as how confused he seemed by the idea, “Is it a bad idea? Should I not because you seem really thrown off by this even though I’ve mentioned the idea before…”

Puck leaned back into the couch and placed the joint between his lips as he listened to his wife explain why she was considering quitting the show. He felt like an ass for not having noticed her unhappiness with her job. Inhaling deeply, he leaned his head back and blew out smoke rings. He ran his hand through his hair and sat up properly. “I get it. I understand feeling stuck. I just didn’t realize you were so unhappy, babe.” He scooted closer to her and placed the joint between her lips. “You’ve been doing eight shows a week since December. Anyone would be burned out at this point.”

He took her legs and placed them over his lap. “It’s not a bad idea, Banana,” he replied as he began to massage her legs, “I was only thrown off because I didn’t realize how much you hated it.” Puck shrugged and looked around their living room. “You’re young. This is the time for you to do what you want and what makes you happy. We’ve got enough money for you to take time off to figure out what you really want out of life.” He looked over at his wife and smiled softly. “Whatever you want to do. I’m here to support you. It’s kinda my job,” he joked with a smirk.

Ana looked at him create the smoke rings, causing a smirk on her face. It reminded her of when she was a kind binging on alice in wonderland for the fifth time only to cause her mom to hide the VHS so she’d stop. “Well, we’ve been passing one another with our wonky schedules. I’m not sure you would have noticed since I’ve been so in and out of everything.. Also, burned out s putting it nicely. I constantly feel like a zombie.” She scrunched her face thinking back to the past couple of months- granted she took time off here and there, it felt as though her life wasn’t even hers anymore. “I’m sorry, I haven’t really talked to anyone about it- I kept thinking it’s a phase that’ll come and go and it well, didn’t. It’s been like this for a while now..” She paused tilting her eyes towards the window, “I know I brought it up- the idea of quitting that is- to you but I never thought it’d be this bad?”

She smirked at him with a soft giggle escaping her lips, “You’re only saying this because it’s your job huh? I see how it is” The girl raised her left eyebrow at him slightly teasing, “I think I’m going to. Whenever it happens though you’ll be the first to know.” She hated feeling like she was keeping her thoughts to herself, the idea of not talking to him about what was going on had caused her to literally explode. She closed her eyes as she spoke, “I’m sorry I haven’t been around more, I’m hoping this will make everything better? Maybe?” She knew it was just a start, and she couldn’t help but laugh for a second, “Wow first fight as a married couple and we kinda killed the game on the making up and dealing with it part, no?”

Puck nodded slowly. Their schedules had been completely opposite for the last couple of months, with him coming home from work as Ana was heading off to the theater. Puck ran his hand over her legs softly as he let her just say everything she was feeling. “You have nothing to apologize for, babe. I know how hectic your schedule has been. I really think taking a step back from the show would make you happy…so you should go for it. Just talk to the producers and be upfront with them. And then you can move on to bigger and better things,” he replied.

Chuckling at her comment, he leaned in closer to the blonde. “Our first and probably definitely not last fight as a married couple.” Puck pressed a loving kiss to her cheek before leaning away once more. “As long as we always deal with whatever is bugging us, I think we’re gonna be fine. Every couple fights. We just can’t let it break us apart because I dunno if you know this…I kinda love you a lot,” he joked. “I am the luckiest guy in the world. Just being around you makes everything better. And I can’t wait to help you figure out your next big move in this fucking crazy life.”

Ana smirked a bit, “Though if we could spread out the fights as much as possible that’d be awesome.. I don’t care for me being that wife- kinda sucks.. A lot” ana narrowed her eyes at him with a soft smile on her face joking a bit about the situation. For some reason even though she’d heard it a thousand times hearing him say those words always made her smile and her heart tingle a bit, “Well If it helps I love you too.. Also you might be the luckiest guy but I claim luckiest girl..” Ana stood up looking at him before she held her head out reaching for his before grabbing it, “Now follow the leader since I have an idea.”

She raised her eyebrows up and down laughing knowing she looked a bit strange whenever she did that as she pulled him off the couch and to the back patio doors. She paused before dropping his hand and pushing the doors open with her palms, “I’m about to go moulin rouge on your ass and you’re going to love it and say nothing.” Ana smiled as she stepped into the backyard and stepping up onto the patio chair before she scream, “THIS ONE IS FOR MY HUSBAND WHO PUTS UP WITH THIS CRAZY LIKE RIGHT NOW!” She stuck her tongue out at him nodding, “Prepare yourself because you may never want to see me again after tonight and I’m not sorry, MY GIFT IS MY SONG..”  Ana laughed a bit before she started singing ‘your song’ trying not to laugh as she gestured him towards her leaning a bit at him with a smile plastered on her face. She paused halfway through before she couldn’t stop laughing at herself, “I tried? Does that count?”

Puck took her hand and followed her outside to their back patio. He leaned against the brick wall and curiously watched her. “What are you doing, Banana?” He vaguely knew what Moulin Rouge was, but he wasn’t sure where the hell this was going. His eyebrows shot up as she got up on the chair and screamed out into the New York night. His neighbors were probably going to hate them, but he was completely entertained at what was going on.

Chuckling, he moved over to her as she sang to him. Smiling, he looked up at her. “It was beautiful, babe. Favorite gift ever,” he said with a smirk. Placing his hands on her waist, he grabbed her and pulled her down from the chair. He took one of her hands in his while keeping the other on her waist as he began to slowly dance with his wife under the night sky to no music. “Here’s to your new beginning, babe. Can’t fucking wait to see what you do next,” he said before dipping her slowly and kissing her. Raising her back up, he spun her under his arm before bringing her close to his body once more. “Just promise me that the next time we fight…you won’t leave. I really hate sleeping without you.” Puck held her tightly against him and looked into her eyes. He knew couples fought, but it didn’t mean he enjoyed it. “Also it’s fucking cold out here.”

Ana smiles as she stood on the chair leaning down to him, “I’m happy you adore my voice so but if you’re saying the bike wasn’t as good then my voice must be worth quite a bit.. which I’m doubting due to what I think is out neighbors turning in the lights to yell at me to shut it..” as she glanced over pressing her lips shut with a smile behind them trying to cover her laughter. She raised her eyebrow as his hands landed on her waist holding her as he brought her down but held on swaying with her, “Well I’ll be my husband can dance. Guess we’ll need a first dance at some point to show off these moves.”

Ana felt a smile behind the kiss he placed on her lips as he brought her up and spun her, “I can make that promise, Mystery Jim..” The girl looked up at the sky barely seeing the stars break through the clouds- she looked back down at him as she wrapped her arms around him tightly resting her head near his shoulder, “It is kinda cold but I felt like making a very insane point- not quite boy meets world style since I didn’t have lipstick to draw a heart in my face but I figured we were almost right there with the weirdness…” She pulled back a bit as she let her hand slide down his arm grabbing his hand, “Now we have a night to make up for with all of the spooning that you might hate but I’m going to put a wife request in..” She purses her lips as she started to walk back inside as she space between them grew pulling their arms up in the air, “Does the husband grant approval of said request?”

Puck chuckled slightly at her comments. “I can barely dance. You pretty much just saw all of the moves that I have.” He leaned his head against hers for a moment, just happy to have her back at home and in his arms again. “I love you,” he said as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. Puck allowed her to take his hands and lead him back inside the house, closing the patio door with his foot as they made it inside. He groaned jokingly at her request. “Spooning? Gross,” he said as a smile formed on his face to show he was just playing around. “Of course, babe. Whatever wifey wants….wifey gets. Plus we do have an entire day to make up for. I was having Ana withdrawals,” he said as he worked on turning off all of the downstairs lights. Puck whistled for Munch and the small family made their way up the stairs and back to normal.

[dosthoeyevsky]

30 Things That Happened To Me While I Was Away From Tumblr

I grew my hair out.

I went on fluoxetine.

I started kendo and got to 4th Kyu before i had to go on hiatus because kendo is a very expensive sport.

I got first place at the royal adelaide show for baking apple pie.

i smoked the devil's lettuce for the first time ever and had an amazing time. I have not touched the stuff since, see no. 2.

I tried LARPing.

I slipped, fell, and accidentally became part of a polycule. I now have a boyfriend and a girlfriend and I adore them both.

I threw several dinner parties.

I cooked offal at the first of said dinner parties, did a terrible job, and somehow still remained on speaking terms with my guests.

I gave up alcohol and I do not miss it.

I got super into non-alcoholic cocktails and now i have quite an impressive dry bar setup.

I got a new cousin, who is now two years old, who I will try to get into TRPGs for the sole reason that she thought my dice were pretty once and liked playing with them.

Spent nine straight hours of a single day embroidering a dice pouch.

Taught myself to knit out of a craft book from the 1970's.

Found out I was allergic to my boyfriend's cat.

Got roundhouse kicked in the ear by a different friend's cat.

Went to Germany for the first time ever, got confused by the Berlin public transit system during my first hour over there, got fined 60 euro on the spot for stamping my ticket wrong, and somehow made it to Alexanderplatz with no phone service so i could contact my friend at a cafe with free wifi without having a panic attack.

Tried stand up comedy. (It went okay.)

My old dog, Jock, passed away and it was one of the saddest things I have ever experienced in my life. RIP lord woof, you were amazing.

Got sad about Hong Kong. A lot.

Got diagnosed with ADHD, which explains so much.

Watched Cats (2019) and turned into a gibbering lovecraft protagonist.

Navigated a hiking trail in hong kong that i hadn't been on in 9 years using only muscle memory.

Got a new family dog named Cookie, who is a retired racing greyhound, and the world's most affectionate shrink-wrapped dog skeleton.

I now weigh 50% more than i did when I left tungle dot hell.

Conquered my fear of vaccinations entirely to spite a different cousin, who is an anti-vaxxer.

Got a job at an ice rink, despite hating ice skating.

Discovered that I love making coffee, even though I despise drinking it.

Decided that I hate driving and gave up on trying to get my license altogether.

I got a tattoo, and i love the fuck out of it.

[clovexei]

TIME FOR ANOTHER ROUND OF KH: DREAM DROP DISTANCE W/ @ramesees!! This is two play sessions in one bc I forgot to post one last time.

“Donald’s hat has an excessive amount of zippers.” / “Yeah, it’s a bad situation up there.”

WE FINISHED TRON. Verdict: Unsettling **But not as unsettling as Pirates of the Caribbean.** - “I haven’t seen this movie and I’m being spoiled for it in weird and confusing chunks.” / “Yeah, don’t worry, it’s not a great movie.” / “Everyone’s name is Sam.” - “Do you think it’d be worse if they altered Riku’s design to match this uh this look or if they altered all of these characters to be anime?” - I missed the confrontation between Regular Sam and Bad Sam because we kept making NO DOUBLES jokes. - “Destroy your double!” / “CONSUME YOUR DOUBLE.” / “POWER MOVE.”

“I hate that I have just one sip of alcohol and then get so confused.” / “Is it the alcohol or is it just Kingdom Hearts?” / “We may never know.”

“What’s the point. What’s even the point of trying to understand Kingdom Hearts.” / “You have to stop trying to do that, Libby.”

WE FINISHED ISLAND OF SHITTY BOYS, WHICH WAS UNCOMFORTABLE. UNCOMFORTABLE CLOWN TOWN. - “Oh thank god it’s not Monstro-- oh, oh, nevER MIND THIS IS BAD.” / “You don’t like this level? Sora likes it.” / “SORA HAS BAD TASTE??”

“Do you have any uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh impulse control?” / Kaitlin, audibly disgusted: “No.”

We made weird dream animals!!! All of Riku’s were named SORA but we had to name Sora’s after memes. - “What should we name this one?” / “Devil’s Lettuce.” / “Doesn’t fit.” / “What are you typing?” / “Cannabis.” - the game censored that one so we spelled it Cannibus - we named our cute sleepy sheep RaRaRasputi since we couldn’t fit the last n in there - “Mmmm, I’m hating that clown.” / “Yeah I tried to make it earlier but we didn’t have enough stuff.”

“Libby, if I had a tongue like that, that was like blue and had a hand on the end, would you still be friends with me.” / “I hate this. What is this. Why are we having this conversation.”

“So Xenohart is.... Ansem.” / “No, Xenohart impersonates Ansem and possesses Terra. And then his Nobody is... is-- Stop looking at me like that, Libby.” / “YOU can’t even remember it. FUCK IT.”

"I hate this game.” / “No, you don’t.” / “You’re right, I don’t. But I do think a bunch of it is bullshit.”

“We failed that drop.” / “We did our best and that's what matters. And we just have to drop again because we can't do god fucking damn shit with Riku right now.” / “ We wasted twenty fucking minutes doing circus shit because we didn't know how to fucking jump. “

“Can we stop? Can we stop doing this?” / “Yes? I thought we had to get up there for plot reasons.” / “No no no my dude.” / “Oh.” / “We were just doing that for shits and giggles.” / “Oh. Well I was doing it for plot reasons. I don't give a shit about it now.”

“I love that Sora says 'Hey' to enemies in that same tone of voice that you say 'hey' to your dog when it's about to pee on the carpet.”

WE FINISHED TRAVERSE TOWN (AGAIN)

POST OFFICE PT 2: Kaitlin hated it.

“I'm having a great time right now.” / “Oh! I'm really glad!” / “Yeah, I love this.” / “I'm really happy you're not mad at this level any more.” / “I don't. I love it.” / “Do you? I'm getting mixed messages.” / “I'm having the time of my fucking life right now and if you don't believe me you can fuck off.”

(She struggled for ten minutes and when she finally gave me the controller, I did the level in two seconds, you're welcome kaitlin.)

We had to PAUSE KINGDOM HEARTS so that Kaitlin could give me the 101 on how Obi-Wan Kenobi holds his lightsaber because he holds it in the same way that Riku holds his keyblade and Obi-Wan's fighting style is based on Kendo and he's mainly a defensive fighter, ergo Riku is also a defensive fighter. (THIS JUST IN: KAITLIN IS A HUGE NERD. Pass it on.)

WE STARTED MOUSKETEERS AND I HATE IT.

We were 2 seconds into it when Kaitlin came out with, “Did... did Goofy's wife die?” followed by an impromptu Buzzfeed Unsolved episode about Goofy's missing wife. (Conclusion: Goofy is the Virgin Mary and Max is the Christ Child, it's fine.) - “What if she saw a murder? What if she's in Witness Protection until they catch the killer? What if the killer's Donald? What if Donald killed someone and Goofy's wife is the only one who saw?” / “Kaitlin, I think you need to go to bed.”

[spillingmylifetea4481]

Chapter 2: All fucks thrown out the door.

Things started off pretty well in Miramar after we took some time to get used to living without Jack. Mom found a boyfriend for a short while, got a little lipo on her thighs and waist, got a car, started dressing more confidently and expressing herself. Eventually she saved up enough money from her cleaning job for us to get our own house and we got our dogs back. I was hitting my cringeworthy rebellion stage pretty hard. Dyed my hair teal, occasionally drank with my close friend and was introduced to the devils lettuce. I hated school(honestly who didn't?) so I skipped out sometimes on classes and gave up on my grades. I was convinced my life was shit and I couldnt grasp what I was being taught in school since I moved so often and the criteria was everchanging. I missed my friends from Apopka and had my first long time relationship(for a teenager) who was currently living there. It was long distance boyfriend so somehow I convinced my mom into letting me fly out and visit for about a week or two at a time. At some point during one of those visits I called and asked her if I could just live there and she agreed on some conditions. She wanted me to be happy really and knew all my friends were there and how much I loved it there. Little did I know she had reconnected with a man from highschool ( we will call him Jack 2.0)and planned on moving in with him somewhere in Georgia. Thats where it got worse. My boyfriend( We will call him Bob) was 16 when I met him through school friends online on good ole myspace and for whatever reason I just was head over heels for him. Really he was a racist shovanistic uneducated cuck but I ignored all of those things about him since I loved the idea of mostly living unsupervised with him. I wanted nothing more to just be in love and marry and have kids and start my life at 14. I was your typical idiot teenager who thought I had it all figured out. I was a punk rock kid and so was he so thats all I needed I suppose. I lost my virginity to him ( yall he didnt even break the hymen until 2 or 3 tries. -__-) We lived with guardians that seemed to have a house full of trashy people. The only one that was good out of them all was Bob's sister( we wil call her Angel) and boy did she just cherish the ground I walked on. She is still my best friend to this day give or take a few others. These folks allowed us to do whatever the fuck we wanted. They taught me to drive their stickshift mustang and let us leave the house at all hours not knowing where we were. At least 4 of the teenage boys living there NEVER FUCKING BATHED. The guardians would smoke weed with me, they had garbage bags full of porn in the garage, there were cats everywhere shitting and pissing on everything, they never cleaned and couldn't keep food in the house since there were 7 teenagers, 3 abled adults and 1 disabled, and a toddler living all under one roof. The most fucked up thing they did was talk me into playing a sex board game with them. They never did anything to me or touched me but they both saw me naked and there were sex toys involved on the guardians part of this game. At the time I was naive and thought this was normal. The father guardian especially had an odd relationship with me. He called me princess and if im being honest as weird and fucked up they were I do believe he genuinely did try to show me a good path he just was bad at it. He was disfigured from his face to his chest and arms and legs from being electrocuted as a child so I got the impression life was pretty hard for him growing up. Bob and I fought all the time because all he cared about was becoming a Marine, hanging out with his friends, impressing them by belittling me in front of them, he claimed to have a voice in his head that he called Jimmy Shadows and it was violent so if he got pissed off enough at me and I tried to stand up for myself he would grab my arm so hard that it bruised.. yall it was just an all around fucked situation. I was trying online schooling and that went to shit in about a months time. We ended up getting evicted and moved down the street with the male guardians parents and nothing changed really. The only good part of that time in my life was us all playing yu gi oh for hours until the middle of the night. I ended up calling my grandma and asking her to rescue me basically and she did. Boy was that a got damn mistake if I ever made one. That was the last time I lived in Florida. To be continued...

[arya3601]

Squabbling

Castiel and Dean argue a lot, but they both know how much the other loves them. They joke about breaking up constantly, neither taking it seriously. One day, Dean asks for a divorce instead.

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“That’s it, we have to break up.”

 Castiel rolled his eyes at the sink and laughed. “Dean, we are not breaking up just because you don’t like that I keep the ketchup in the fridge.” He continued to wash the lettuce, unbothered by Dean’s proclamation.

“But Cas!” Dean argued, shaking the bottle. “Cold ketchup is gross! It should stay on the counter, or in a cabinet, or… in a pantry… or something! Just not the fridge!” He closed the refrigerator door, ketchup still in hand.

Castiel turned around, leaned against the counter, and raised an eyebrow at Dean. “Can you read that bottle for me?”

Dean’s brow furrowed. “What?”

Castiel smiled and gestured with a still dripping hand. “Read that bottle for me.”

“Oooo-kay?” Dean looked at Cas like he had lost his mind before lowering his eyes and slowly scanning the ingredient label. “Are you worried about calories or something? Because you really don’t have to be, babe, you’re in better shape than I am.”

Castiel chuckled and shook his head, snagging a hand towel off of the oven door and drying his hands. “No, Dean, I’m not worried about calories. Thank you for your reassurance, though.”

“Why am I reading this, then?” Dean looked up again. 

“Tell me,” Castiel said, slinging the towel over his shoulder and crossing his arms. “Are there little instructions above the ingredients list?”

“Babe, I know how to put ketchup on a burger, I really don’t need- “

“Does it say,” Castiel interrupted, a repressed smile twitching at the corner of his mouth. “’Shelf after opening’?”

Dean lowered the bottle and gave him an unimpressed look. “No.”

Castiel snickered and stepped forward. He put his hands on Dean’s shoulders and gave him a quick kiss. “The ketchup stays in the fridge.”

Dean wrapped his free arm around Cas’ waist and kissed him on the cheek. “Fine,” He sighed, acting put-upon. “But I’m going complain about it.” He mumbled.

Castiel smiled and gave him a quick squeeze before heading back to the lettuce. “That’s fine, Dean. I think I can handle that.”

                                                    ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ 

“I’m breaking up with you.”

Dean laughed and took another bite of his s’more. “Babe, it’s just a marshmallow!”

Castiel shook his head with mock seriousness. “Dean, you cannot honestly tell me you enjoy the flavor of charcoal.”

Dean shrugged, eyes sparkling. “Your way takes too long, angel.”

Castiel huffed, keeping an eye on his marshmallow as it slowly turned golden brown over the campfire. “Your way is barbaric.”

“Aw, come on,” Dean speared another marshmallow and stuck it over the fire.

“No, Dean, I think he’s right.” Sam broke in, smiling at the couple. “Your way is pretty…”

They both watched as Dean’s marshmallow caught fire and turned black. He raised it to his mouth and blew it out, grinning at the crackly-looking result.

“Charcoal-y.” Sam finished, wrinkling his nose at his brother.

Dean shrugged, taking the burnt marshmallow off the stick and making another s’more. “I like it this way.” He grinned at Cas, mouth smeared with chocolate.

Castiel sighed and pulled his perfectly golden treat out of the fire. “I suppose it’s fine,” He said, smiling softly at Dean, “As long as you never offer to make me one.”

Dean gasped, holding a hand over his heart in mock-offense. “I would never!” He grinned, handing Cas the graham crackers. “I know you’re a strong, independent man who can make his own s’mores.”

Castiel chuckled at him, taking a bite of his creation. “And don’t you forget it.”

“Now, hot dogs, on the other hand- “

“No, Dean.” Castiel laughed, “If your hot dogs turn out anything like your marshmallows, I’m going to need you to let me do those for myself, too.”

Dean winked at him, wrapping an arm around Cas’ waist and pulling him close. “I think I can handle that, babe.”

                                                   ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞

“Break-up on aisle four!”

Castiel laughed at Dean. “We do not need five jars of honey!”

Dean shrugged, grinning at him. “We don’t need a lot of things, Cas. Doesn’t mean we don’t get them anyway.” He shook off Castiel’s restraining hand and grabbed three more jars to add to the two already in their shopping cart. 

Castiel shook his head. “Dean, we really don’t need this much.” He tried to reach in and take out a couple, but Dean grabbed his hands and pulled them. His hands held Cas’ in a solid grip above Dean’s shoulders, effectively forcing Cas to hug him.

“I want to get them. For you.” Dean said softly, smiling at his boyfriend. “You love it, and I love spoiling you.”

Castiel felt himself blush slightly, both at the closeness and at the affection in Dean’s tone. “Alright,” He sighed, leaning his forehead against Dean’s. “If you really want to.”

Dean gave Castiel a quick kiss. “Of course I do, angel. As long as you’re okay with it?”

Castiel smiled and kissed him back. “Yes, Dean. I think I can handle it.”

                                                   ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞

 “I want a divorce.”

Castiel laughed, flipping the pancake in front of him. “First of all, Dean, it’s just orange juice. We can get it without pulp next time, I know you like it better that way. Secondly,” he continued, pulling the pan off the heat and turning around, “you’d have to marry me before- “

“Okay,” Dean said. He slowly kneeled in front of Cas, pajamas still on and hair still mussed up from the pillows. He was holding a black box with a ring.

“Oh,” Castiel breathed. “Oh, Dean?”

“Castiel James Novak,” Dean’s smile was shaky and his hand holding the box was wobbling, but his voice was as bright and strong as ever. “You insist that ketchup goes in the fridge, that socks should not be worn to bed, and that cinnamon toothpaste is the Devil’s work. None of that is true,” He laughed shakily, “but that’s okay. We don’t agree on everything. We don’t have to agree on everything. I love arguing with you, the way you laugh when you know you’ve won and the way you pout when you don’t.” He smiled up at Cas. “Sam once told me that we squabble more than an old married couple,” He laughed shakily. “Would you like to test that theory with me?”

“Dean,” Castiel fell to his knees, grabbing Dean’s head and kissing his eyes, his forehead, his cheeks, anywhere he could. “Yes,” He breathed, “Yes,” he laughed, eyes blurring through his happy tears. He was blinded by the smile Dean gave him.

“Yeah?” Dean brought his hand up to Castiel’s face, carefully wiping away his tears.

“Yes, of course,” Castiel nodded, hand reaching up to cradle the one on his face. “Of course,” he repeated, laughing again. “I love you so much, Dean.”

Dean’s grin widened. “I love you, too, angel.” He kissed Cas’ forehead.

They sat there for a while, both kneeling on the kitchen floor of their shared apartment. Just holding each other and being happy.

“Do you want to see the ring?” Dean finally asked. “It’s my mother’s. I’ve been holding on to it since she passed. I got it resized, thought you might like to have it.”

Castiel nodded. He watched as Dean opened the box and slid the ring onto his finger. “It’s beautiful.” He whispered.

Dean blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry that it’s a woman’s ring, it might be a little feminine.”

Castiel smiled and pulled Dean in for a soft kiss. “I think I can handle it.”

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Wrong Loves My Company Pt 3

A/N: I know. This is long over due. But I’m back baby for real this time. There will be a few more parts to this so hold on tight. I’m a little rusty so bare with me. But yeah, that’s it ((: I'll insert the other parts to this when I get home.

Warning: smut

Word Count: 4064

As I pulled up to the apartment complex, I gave myself one more pep talk. I reminded myself who I was with and all of the reasons why I liked him. Although my thoughts did wonder to Dylan only handful of times, I was happy to know that I’d be spending all my time with Tyler.

I put the gearshift into park, and reached over my seat to grab my overnight bag. I’d stopped by my house just before heading over to the boys’ apartment to pick up a few things. I figured I’d be spending the whole weekend, so I packed extra. Some of those extra things included sexy lingerie that I was excited to tease Tyler with. I smiled to myself, imagining his wide toothy smile when I pranced around his bedroom in the barely there pieces.

Finally, I opened my door (bag in hand) and stepped out into the parking lot. That’s when the smell hit me. I didn’t know the smell well, but the piney, skunky smell was distinguishable enough. The building was big and there were mostly old people that lived here, so it wasn’t hard to guess which living quarters it was coming from.

The smell only grew in potency as I approached their door. I didn’t know if their devil’s lettuce was just that strong or they’d been smoking a lot of it; either way it would be interesting to see what I walked into. I rapped on the door, and waited. I couldn’t hear anything inside, no movement or sound. They were home, I’d parked next to Tyler’s car and passed Dylan’s on the way in. So, I knocked again.

Nothing.

I sighed, bending down and lifting the welcome mat. There lay a single silver key that unlocked their door. I’d warned Tyler countless times that this was a terrible place to hide a key, but he always laughed and said, “It’s not terrible, it’s unexpected. It’s so obvious that no one would think to look there.” I chuckled to myself thinking of the memory as I picked up the key and placed the mat back down. Sometimes I worried about how oblivious that boy was.

I nudged the key into the lock, feeling the locks give way, and opened the door. I was greeted with a cloud of smoke, blinding me momentarily. I stepped in, swatting the smoke away. It was amazing the amount of smoke that was in their apartment. It was like a thick fog clouding every inch of the room. There were no lights on except from the tv that Tyler and Dylan were sitting in front of. They looked like zombies, barely blinking as the pixels flicked from picture to picture. They were thoroughly disheveled, hair tousled and faces slack. Tyler was wearing a grey band t shirt and green plaid boxers. Dylan, was shirtless once again in the same grey sweatpants from earlier but with the hat from last night. Something about their appearance suggested they have done this all day. I drop my bag on the floor, hoping that would gain their attention to no effect.

“Hello!” I said finally, waving my hands at the pair.

They rolled their head slowing to look at me, like the zombies that they were. It was hard to stifle my laugh at the delayed reaction to my presence. Tyler’s eyes lit up, a wide smile growing on his face. Dylan wore that stupid smirk of his, the one that made my heart beat a little fast. His eyes were lazy and were barely making eye contact. Neither one got up to greet me, they stayed glued to their couch cushions.

“Hi guys! What’s-uh- what’s going on?” I questioned, nodding over to the bowl packed with weed and lighter on the end table by Tyler.

“Chillin.” Tyler chuckled, gesturing around to nothing in particular.

“I see that.” I laughed.

“We were going to make breakfast in a sec.” Dylan responded, and it was than that I realize he was still looking at me with that annoyingly sexy smirk and those glossy eyes.

“It’s like 7:30 pm right now.” I laughed again.

They looked at me in completely astonishment . Like I’d just told them that the moon really was made of cheese. That look was quickly changed with one of sadness. They’d probably hadn’t eaten all day, and this thought made me shake my head.

“I’ll order some pizza.” I sighed, digging in my pocket for my phone.

“Yes!” They cheered in unison.

I rolled my eyes as I dialed the number to our usual pizza place. As it rang, I was distracted by a conversation the two boys were having behind me. I’d walked into the kitchen, to get away from the noise of the T.V.

“God! She has a nice ass.” Tyler announced. He said it like it was suppose to be a whisper, but it came out much louder.

“Yeah,” Dylan added. “She does.”

“Dude!” Tyler chuckled, and I heard him hit Dylan. “That’s my girlfriend.”

“Oh right! Sorry bro.” Dylan apologised, sounding a little distracted.

“Hello!” The voice in my ear hollered.

“Oh. Hi, can I have two large supreme pizzas?” I ordered, trying to get my brain back on track.

I threw my phone in my bag as I walked back over to the boys that were back to dumbly staring at the television again. I shook my head, not even bothering to announce that the pizza would take a little longer than usual because it was a Friday night. They wouldn’t notice anyway, I thought. I plopped down in the limited space between them, barely catching their attention. I looked over at Tyler who started laughing at something the little purple dog did on the show. The whole right side of my body was pushed up against his but he didn’t seem to notice. I frowned, slightly frustrated by the little amount of attention I was receiving. When he finally did move, it was to grab the bowl and lighter next to him.

“Oh, no you don’t.” I urged, taking the items out of his hands. “You’ve had enough I think.”

He looked upset, and for a second I thought he might protest but he smiled instead. Which is something I hadn’t expected.

“You haven’t had any, sex kitten.” He smirked, his eyes alive with mischief.

“Who’s going to watch over you two if I get high too?” I sassed back, moving to set the bowl and lighter on the coffee table in front of us.

“He’s right, join the party.” Dylan rasped from next to me.

Something pulled at my nether region at the sound of his voice. It was rusty from disuse, and unintentionally sultry. I closed my eyes, biting my lip, frozen. I was doing it again, imagining all the dirty thing I wanted that raspy fucking voice to say to me. What things I wanted his scruffy lips to do to me. I had to force down the groan that was building in me. Maybe one hit wouldn’t be so bad. I’d lose myself in the feeling of the weed and forget all about my boyfriend’s best friend fucking me into next week. I shuddered at that last thought, squeezing my legs together to force out the aching between them. I sat back against the couch, bringing the bowl to my lips as I did.

“That a girl.” Tyler voice oozing excitement as I flicked the lighter igniting the flame over the bowl of lightly burn green nugget.

I breathed in as the smoke started to fill my mouth, redirecting it to my lungs. It burned badly, but not necessarily in a bad way. The burn was complemented by the haziness my brain was slowly experiencing. The whole room seem to shift into a new world where space and time weren’t really relevant. I continued to allow the smoke to contaminate my body as the tv became the most interesting thing in the room.

I felt a presence, like someone was right next to me, and a second later I felt a pair of lips dangerously close to my ear.

“Breathe.”

Dylan’s low raspy voice hit my eardrum and my stomach did several involuntary backflips. I exhaled as if only his words could make me do so, feeling even lighter than before. When I looked at Dylan, his eyes were lazy but growing darker. I blushed, smiling coyly at him.

“Babe, look.” Tyler’s laugh broke the connection between Dylan and I snapped my head to the other side at him.

He was pointing to the TV and laughing wildly at how scared Courage the Cowardly Dog was. I giggled, placing my hand on his thigh. He did seem to notice, and the longer I left it there I realised he must be so high he was numb.

“Baby.” I said, now rubbing his thigh.

Nothing.

“Tyler!” I implored, growing impatient with being ignored.

“What?” He snapped, finally looking at me.

“Remember me? Your girlfriend?” I frowned.

“What about you?” He said curtly.

My heart sunk deep into stomach. Maybe it was the weed but the way he said that tore at me a little. Sometimes Tyler could be so distant. I knew he didn’t mean to be, but he was and it hurt.

I stared at him for a long while but he’d since looked away too taken away with the little purple dog on the TV. My mouth suddenly felt dry and my throat felt tight. The first two symptoms that tears were coming. I stood before I could let him get the best of me and padded over to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Dylan was rummaging through the fridge and I barely even noticed him as I pulled a glass from the cupboard. To be honest, I hadn’t even noticed him get off the couch. I turned on the faucet, filling up the glass as the water poured from it. Before it was even half way filled, I brought it to my lips and chugged the entire glass. The water didn’t go far to hydrating my ever drying mouth. I began to refill the glass when I saw Dylan out of the corner of my eye.

“You okay?” He asked, nodding to the glass that was almost full.

It took me a second to answer. I just watched the glass fill up and then overflow, soaking my hand in the process.

“I don’t know.” I said finally, shutting off the water.

I didn’t take my eyes off the glass. I was too caught up in my own thoughts to really want to look anywhere else. I could tell, though, that Dylan was right by my side. This proved truer when I felt his hand against my back. I closed my eyes at his touch. Even through clothes it was still warm and comforting, two things I needed right now.

I didn’t have the willpower right now to stop the feelings every part of my being was feeling. His thumb absentmindedly drew circles on my back, showing so much affection in such a small gesture. My eyes flew open and I turned quickly to look at him. I startled him with my movement causing him to pull his hand away, taking the warm and comfort with him.

“I’m sorry.” He apologised, placing the hand that was once on my back on the back of his neck, slightly embarrassed.

I looked up at him but he was still avoiding my gaze, looking everywhere but at me.

“It’s fine. You’re fine.” I said meaningfully, placing the glass down in the sink and turning fully so I was facing him.

At my words, his eyes met mine. Those beautiful golden orbs bore into me like they did the first night we met. It gave me the same feeling too, butterflies fluttering and heartbeat pounding. His tongue darted across his lips as for a brief second, his gaze falter to my lips and back. I grew even weaker, not being able to help when I took a second to wonder what his lips felt like as well. What he would taste like…

Ding dong.

The doorbell made us both jump and we separated like we had been caught doing something we shouldn’t. Now we both looked away. It took a second ring for me to realise someone was at the door and I briskly walked over to it, opening it tentatively. It was apparent how much more hazy it was in the apartment than it was outside when I opened the door. Smoke seemed to pour into the fresh air trying to escape its confinements. On the other side of the door stood a guy holding pizza boxes and wearing a red hat that read “Sal’s Pizza”.

“Oh, um uh how much do I owe you?” I asked, feeling around in my pockets for my wallet.

Why it’d be in my pocket and not in my purse I don’t know? My brain was apparently not working properly when under the influence. I heard the pizza guy chuckle and looked up to see him handing me the boxes with a polite smile. With confusion written all over my face, I took them from him and he walked away without another word. I stood in the doorway, stunned, before finally closing the door.

“Pizza.” I called as set the boxes down on the coffee table in front of Tyler.

“Thank god! I’m starving.” He groaned and threw open the lid of the first box, taking a pizza for each hand and sitting back comfortably on the couch.

I thought about attempting to mend my wounded confidence by offering some cuddle time or maybe a much needed make out sesh, but as I watched him sloppily devour the pizza my libedo was sudden deflated. I sighed and spun on my heels towards Tyler’s bedroom. I was exhausted from this night. As I walked past the kitchen, I remembered Dylan and suddenly realised he wasn’t there. I stopped right before the hallway looking around between the kitchen and the living room, but only saw Tyler and the glass of water I’d left in the sink earlier.

I signed again, missing his company. Not that I like his company or anything…

I continued my venture down the the hall toward Tyler’s room. The invitation of a cozy bed sounding more and more desirable as I inched closer to the room. I was halted when I passed the bathroom door that has just opened. I was greeted by Dylan almost crashing into me. He grabbed my arms to stop from knocking me over, but didn’t let go even after I was steady on my feet.

“Hi.” He said, his voice low and raspy as usual.

“Hi.” I breathed back, the looking he was now giving me causing my brain to frazzle.

He took a step closer to me and instinctively took a step back. His hands fell to his sides but he never stop hypnotizing with his stare. I took another step back, subconsciously trying to escape, but hit the wall directly behind me instead. Dylan stood his ground, the dimness in the hall casting shadows on his features making them more intriguing than ever. Still even in the dim light, his eyes shone like stars in the evening sky.

“I shouldn’t be here.” I said finally, interrupting the silence around us.

Though the statement was vague, he seemed to understand what I meant. That I was dangerously close to making a mistake I couldn’t take back. That if I gave into my selfish desires, I would be giving up Tyler. Worst of all I’d be hurting him.

“Then why are you?” He offered, taking that step that closed the gap between us.

He ducked his head until his lips were ghosting over my forehead. He trailed them down evoking goosebumps from me instantly. Our noses touched, and we began to play the game of Who Will Give in First. We weren’t touching each other besides are noses, but god I wanted to. I wanted to wrap my arms around him and I wanted to feel his arms wrapped around me. His tongue darted across his lips, catching the edges of my lips as he did. My breathing shallowed significantly and I could feel my power of will diminishing. I bowed my head trying to defuse the situation, another attempt in trying to stop myself. But Dylan cradled my chin in one hand and lifted it up to him.

“Because I can’t stay away.” I whispered finally, staring back into his eyes.

He smirked before he pulled my face towards him connecting our lips. It was like an explosive detonated in my brain. My whole body weakened as I fell deeper into the kiss and I allowed my eyes to flutter close. We stood there for what seemed like forever but it was definitely only a few seconds. It was good, too good but I had to stop it. This was too far. Gently but with a little power behind it, I pushed him away.

We detached, both of us heaving slightly at the ephemeral lack of air. My heart was pounding, but I wasn’t sure if it was from the shortage of oxygen or the fact that I finally got to do what I’d been secretly fantasising about since I met this guy. Well, partially. We watched each other as neither one of us made a move.

Walk away, walk away. I chanted in my head, trying to redirect my thoughts away from Dylan. But fuck he was raking over my body with that look, his bottom lip stucked in between his teeth. There was also the bulge poking out of the right leg of his pants. In the end it was his brief yet often glancing at my lips that made my decision for me.

I lunged for him wrapping my arms around his neck, crashing my lips on his. He grabbed me by my waist, pushing me back against the wall the I’d only migrated from an inch or so. I groaned in his mouth from the impact, feeling his length hard against my stomach. Dylan brushed his tongue over my bottom, my mouth responded involuntary by opening up to him immediately. With little effort he dominated, our tongue swirling over each other but somehow his always winning. I couldn’t stop now, truthfully I didn’t want to either. He tucked his fingers underneath the hem of my shirt and splaying then over my belly, carefully easing them up to just underneath the wire of my bra.

“You don’t know how bad I’ve wanted this.” He growled, pulling the cups of my bras down with a some force and tucking them underneath my breast so they were perked up and out.

I gasped when he cupped them, kneading them delectably. His hands felt rough, but delicate at the same. He brushed over my nipples with his thumbs, the peak hardening instantly. I let my head fall back to rest against the wall as I delighted in the care in which I was being given. Dylan lifted my shirt allowing air to cool my body and ducked down, latching on to the nearest nipple and rolling the other between his fingers. I let out a filthy moan, closing my eyes enjoying the pleasure and slight pain of him as I pulled at the hairs peeking out of his hat at the back of his neck. I was muffled by a hand over my mouth. My eyes shot opened and I caught Dylan just as he removed himself from around my breast. He stood up right, hand still over my mouth, bring his lips to my ear and whispering.

“Shhhhhh, kitten.” He teased, working his skilled fingers down to the buttons of my jeans. “We have to be

extra

extra quiet.”

As he said each word, he undid my pants even further until he could easily slip his hand down the front of them them. He still hadn’t removed his other from my mouth which turned out to be a good thing because when his index finger made contact with my clit, I let out a (muffled) cry.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” He grunted, a smirk crossing his face.

That damn smirk.

He began rubbing slow circles into my bundle of nerves. It was hard to keep my knees from going limp as he worked me over. How one man’s fingers could be so expertly in tune to what exactly my body need, I don’t know. But I wasn’t mad about it. I hummed against his hand as his slow circles became faster, my hips suddenly rocking with his motion. The amazingly familiar pressure from deep inside began to grow. I removed my arms from around his neck so I could go back to kneading my breasts, pulling at my nipples ever now and again.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy.” He breathed in my ear.

His words were tantalizing, only added to the growing pull that would surely end me. Suddenly, there was a loss of friction and I whined against his hand. He looked at me, his eyes lustfully dark, and gave me one more little smile before plunge two fingers in me.

“Fuck, fuck.” I tried to say from behind his hand, holding onto my chest for dear life.

My eyes started to water at the delicious way I was now being filled. He wasn’t even moving yet. He just watched as I fell apart with just his fingers inside me. He shook his head a little, mumbling someone under his breathe. I didn’t have time to even figure out what it was because the torturous motion of him pushing and pulling into me had begun. I moaned and groaned from the other side of his hand, trying to keep my eyes open but failing miserably. I caught myself being swept away by his fingers. Those fucking little godsends. I would surely come undone any moment now and it wouldn’t even take much to do so. But because he’s Dylan, he added another finger AND his thumb that went back to taking care of my clit.

I’d decided that this couldn’t feel better if he tired. With me kneading my breasts and him completely dominating me with one hand while keeping me quiet with the other, I was in for the best damn fingering of my life. His fingers pumped in me faster and harder as he drew bigger circles against my bundle of nerves. The pull I’d been feeling was at an all time high, and it only took his lips on my favourite spot on my neck to do me in. I came hard. I tightened around his fingers and struggled to stay standing as he helped me ride out my glorious high.

When I had, he eased his fingers out of me than out of my jeans. I stood there, steadied by the wall, as I breathed heavily. Dylan removed his hand from my mouth and placed on my cheek, pulling me in for a simple yet sweet kiss. Of course, this fantastic moment couldn’t last which only proven when Tyler’s voice carries through the corridor as he called out for me. Dylan and I disconnected and looked down the hallway at its opening. Dylan took a few steps back, watching me as I quickly zipped up my pants and walked to the end of hall.

“Yes, Tyler.” I answered, leaning against the wall.

“Babe, you gotta see this. Courage is like so like funny.” He laughed, reaching over to grab his bowl. He hadn’t even turned to look at me.

“Sounds like a riot but I think I’m going to head to bed.” I said curtly.

He didn’t seem to notice my tone and if he did, he didn’t care. Maybe it was a bad idea meeting Tyler’s friends. He wasn’t the same person I’d met a few months ago. After several minutes of no response, I shook my head and turned to leave. Tonight was a very weird night, especially between Dylan and I. That’s when I remembered he was still waiting for me. But when I looked he wasn’t there. My heart sank as the moment was swept away.

[deathtotheangels]

Do all the uncomfortable asks please!

1. What is your middle name?

Elizabeth

2. How old are you?

23

3. When is your birthday?

May 17th

4. What is your zodiac sign?

Taurus

5. What is your favorite color?

Marsh green

6. What’s your lucky number?

17

7. Do you have any pets?

I have so many pets.

I have dogs, cats, and guiena pigs

8. Where are you from?

Rhode Island, but now I live in PA

9. How tall are you?

5’ 7”

10. What shoe size are you?

Size 10 1/2 men’s 👌🏼

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?

About 4 pairs.

12. What was your last dream about?

Ayyye. No.

13. What talents do you have?

I can play a bunch of instrumentsz

14. Are you psychic in any way?

I can tell when shitty things are going to happen, but that’s probably anxiety.

15. Favorite song?

Right now it’s probably The Bluest Things On Earth by the Wonder Years

16. Favorite movie?

Avengers.

17. Who would be your ideal partner?

Emma.

18. Do you want children?

Sure. That’d be neat.

19. Do you want a church wedding?

No.

20. Are you religious?

No.

21. Have you ever been to the hospital?

Many times.

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?

Kind of? I’ve gotten a speeding ticket, a ticket for running a red light, and I’ve been threatened with being arrested three times by police officers.

23. Have you ever met any celebrities?

Yes I have. A bunch of band members from various bands.

24. Baths or showers?

Showers.

25. What color socks are you wearing?

None socks with left foot.

26. Have you ever been famous?

No.

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?

Absolutely not.

28. What type of music do you like?

Pop punk til I die.

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?

Yes.

30. How many pillows do you sleep with?

One, but Emma insists on putting their pillow underneath mine during the middle of the night.

31. What position do you usually sleep in?

Uncomfortably.

32. How big is your house?

I think it’s over 3500 sqaure feet.

33. What do you typically have for breakfast?

Black iced coffee.

34. Have you ever fired a gun?

Yes I have.

35. Have you ever tried archery?

Yes, not real archery but like, real fake archery.

36. Favorite clean word?

Buddy.

37. Favorite swear word?

Cunt.

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

Around 30ish hours.

39. Do you have any scars?

A whole bunch because I’m a clumsy bitch.

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?

I HAVE.

41. Are you a good liar?

I’d like to think so. But I don’t lie about anything big. Just stupid shit.

42. Are you a good judge of character?

Oh boy. I don’t know?

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?

Yes. Really horrible English and Australian accents

44. Do you have a strong accent?

Emma says I have a strong New England/New York accent. I think it only comes out when I’m angry and not paying attention.

45. What is your favorite accent?

Australian.

46. What is your personality type?

INTJ.

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?

Probably my work boots or my carhartt jacket.

48. Can you curl your tongue?

Yes.

49. Are you an innie or an outie?

An innie

50. Left or right handed?

Both!

51. Are you scared of spiders?

I’m fucking terrified of spiders but I will always be the one to “take care” of one.

52. Favorite food?

Sushi.

53. Favorite foreign food?

I had a really incredible apple drink in Germany. It was really fucking great.

54. Are you a clean or messy person?

Both. I’m not supper messy. But I do like being neat and tidy.

55. Most used phrased?

What’s up my dude.

56. Most used word?

Fuck.

57. How long does it take for you to get ready?

Anywhere from 5-15 minutes.

58. Do you have much of an ego?

Hahaha. No, I lost that years ago.

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?

Who the fuck bites lollipops?

60. Do you talk to yourself?

Not usually.

61. Do you sing to yourself?

I sing in the shower sometimes.

62. Are you a good singer?

Oh fuck yeah.

63. Biggest Fear?

Right now? Probably my mom breaking into my house.

64. Are you a gossip?

Boy do I love some good gossip. But only true shit. I don’t have time to make stories up.

65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?

Ratatouille.

66. Do you like long or short hair?

Short hair.

67. Can you name all 50 states of America?

Yes? I can name them all, I probably can’t point every one out on the map though.

68. Favorite school subject?

History.

69. Extrovert or Introvert?

Introvert who likes going out and being with one or two friends at a time.

70. Have you ever been scuba diving?

Kind of?

71. What makes you nervous?

Literally everything omg

72. Are you scared of the dark?

Nah buddy. I’m scared of what happens in the dark.

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?

Oh shit yeah. All the time. It’s horrible.

74. Are you ticklish?

OH YES I AM.

75. Have you ever started a rumor?

No.

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?

Yes.

77. Have you ever drank underage?

All of the time when I was younger?

78. Have you ever done drugs?

Yeah? If you call the devils lettuce drugs.

79. Who was your first real crush?

My first girlfriend.

80. How many piercings do you have?

None.

81. Can you roll your Rs?“

Yes

82. How fast can you type?

Normal speed? Unless we’re talking about those old typing speed tests from primary school, then I can type over 120 words in 15-20 seconds on a desktop.

83. How fast can you run?

Pretty fast?

84. What color is your hair?

Blonde.

85. What color is your eyes?

Blue/grey.

86. What are you allergic to?

Bees and misogyny.

87. Do you keep a journal?

Not exactly. I have to start writing for a trauma group I’m in but I’m nervous and procrastinating on it.

88. What do your parents do?

My dad is an electrical engineer and my mother lies and manipulated everyone.

89. Do you like your age?

Sure? I mean. I’m too young to have a career and too old to do fun stuff. It’s great. It’s the most uncomfortable weird age.

90. What makes you angry?

When my shoes get wet and my socks get damp, when people drive like idiots, when people hurt Emma’s feelings, when people talk shit about me.

91. Do you like your own name?

Kind of. I love my nick names.

92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?

Yes but I don’t like them anymore.

93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child?

I don’t care? There are more genders than that? Whatever gender they are???

94. What are you strengths?

I can work under a lot of pressure, I can diffuse a lot of stressful situations, I can always make someone laugh.

95. What are your weaknesses?

I cry when I get overwhelmed, I’m stubborn, I will never say no, I will do anything for anyone.

96. How did you get your name?

My parents gave it to me.

97. Were your ancestors royalty?

No, but I have a great grandfather who was a mayor of a town in Germany before the War.

98. Do you have any scars?

Yes? I thought I answered this already. Im a dumb clumsy bitch.

99. Color of your bedspread?

Right now I think it cream colored, but I really want those dog flannel sheets from Walmart.

100. Color of your room?

Taupe. A gross oatmeal color. I want to change it. I was looking at paint swayed today.

Thanks Em for asking! These were pretty fun!

[mkkusi1990]

The Spirit of Victory

Michael Kusi’s Sermon

The Spirit of Victory

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- He thinks I’m God Anecdote.

A young woman brings home her fiance to meet her parents. After dinner, her mother tells her father to find out about the young man. The father invites the fiance to his study for a drink.

He Thinks I’m God anecdote.

"So what are your plans?" the father asks the young man.

"I am in Theology school" he replies.

"A theologian? Hmmm," the father says. "Admirable, but what will you do to provide a nice house for my daughter to live in, as she's accustomed to?"

"I will study," the young man replies, "and God will provide for us." "And how will you buy her a beautiful engagement ring, such as she deserves?" asks the father.

"I will concentrate on my studies," the young man replies, "God will provide for us."

"And children?" asks the father. "How will you support children?" "Don't worry, sir, God will provide," replies the fiance. The conversation proceeds like this, and each time the father questions him, the young idealist insists that God will provide.

Later, the mother asks, "How did it go, honey?"

The father answers, "The bad news is, he has no job and no prospects, but the good news is he thinks I'm God!”

 -My Picture on the Wall in TOTS

I went to TOTS in the Bronx. I was wondering what had happened of the place since I left. I asked a friend about TOTS and she said, Your picture is up on the wall. You are an inspiration there. I was happy to hear that because I know that because of the blessing God has given to me, I can use it to bless other people. Our pictures are scattered all over the Earth and each one speaks of God’s good through that Rhema snapshot.

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-The Spirit of Kennedy.

When I was praying one time, this prophetess said I had the Spirit of Kennedy. In my dream I was transported to a time when they said that the President had died on national television. Everything came to a screeching halt. The nation repented as a result of one president getting shot. God told me that as a result of that prayer, God sent me. As a result of the revival, God sent us so that the revival can help us step into victory!

 Fight the War

God calls us to fight the War. The War is a War that began in heaven when God evicted Satan, that unrighteous tenant out of his face.  Home is where God’s eye is so he banished Satan and said, I never want to see you again. We are the apple of God’s eye, but Satan sought to be the worm that would ruin us.  He is the never-dying worm that Jesus talks about in the Gospels. Now Satan is trying to squat and trespass on Planet Earth, which God gave to us. There is no losing this war, because we do battle against the forces of wickedness that seek conflict in our heavenly climb from the caves to the cosmos. And when this war is over, when we win,  we will study war no more. Amen!

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Optimus Prime and the Autobots.

There is this movie named Transformers which is my favorite franchise. Apart from the Avengers of course. In Transformer 4 Optimus Prime is left at a critical point in his life. He was in The War of his own, Earth was being overrun by Galvatron and Optimus Prime had run out of options. One of his generals asked, But what of these humans? Can I squish the bald guy? Optimus replied grimly, They are in trouble. Another one said, I’m done being an underdog. Optimus knew what he had to do so he went to get the Dinobots. There was a long fight and at the end Optimus put his sword to the Dinobot’s neck and said, You defend my family, or die! We must defend each other in Christ, or die getting picked off by the hands of evil forces. We are done being underdogs because we were never called to be dogs who lick wounds! We are  called to be the head and righteous lions, on a purpose from above! We must be in the same company of those who share our value system.

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 The Devil tried to photobomb our picture, but he did not have access.

  Thesis- The testimony of Jesus says that The Government shall be on his shoulders, and He shall be born of a Virgin. In order to govern we must break out and break through. These are three testimonies  of Governance Breakthrough that is the Spirit of Prophecy: the testimony of bruising, the testimony of breath, and the testimony of breech birth. Anti-thesis- But without Christ it does not make the sense it does, because the Spirit of God is prophecy.

Synthesis- Revelation 19:10- Then I fell at his feet to worship him, but he said to me, "Don't do that! I am a fellow slave with you and your brothers who have the testimony about Jesus. Worship God, because the testimony about Jesus is the spirit of prophecy." 

A)  Anointing of Governance Breakthrough.

B)   The Testimony of Bruising

C)   The Testimony of Breath.

D)  The Testimony of Breech Birth.

 E)             The Testimony of God did not just use a snake he bruised it. God is not a snake charmer he is a conqueror. In Moses time the snake was lifted up to save, because the power was not in the snake but in God. But by Hezekiah’s time the snake had become an idol so it had to be broken.

Whatever is God must be broken and bruised and wounded to save. In the  Bible the bruising is an intentional wounding. Christ is our God, but he was broken, bruised and wounded for our iniquities. When it says that it shall bruise thy head it is talking about the crown of thorns. But in that crown was caked blood which spoke deliverance to the Most High. What the Devil thought mockery God called it his death sentence.

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The Bible says that He was bruised so he could bruise.

Anecdote- It was reciprocity, a trial where the Accuser who is the prosecutorial Devil met the Advocate in the defense attorney Jesus at the courts of the Most High. This was a bench trial because God sat in righteous judgment as The Judge. But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed. Every one of these points to the power of the blood, because each of these represents an entryway through which was blood spilled. The wounding of the transgression speaks to the spear in his side. The bruising of the iniquities symbolizes the thorny crown. The chastisement of our peace is the nails in his feet. God clothed us with the sandals of peace, and Jesus is the Prince of Peace, but what ties sandals together is nails. That nail was tying us, to him.

 F)   The Testimony of Breech Birth.

G)  People abroad have already replicated birth without a man. So it is not just the virgin birth.  A man-made Birth without Contractions is Frankenstein. Stomach Contractions without a birth is a stomach virus, probably caused the romaine lettuce that they recalled. Virgin Birth without a prophecy has no context, prophecy without a virgin birth loses its meaning. So you need the two together, both the virgin birth and the prophecy. This is the RHEMA and LOGOS word. LOGOS is the written word of God and RHEMA  is the spoken Word of God.  The prophecy is the Logos Word, and the virgin birth is the Rhema Word.

Anecdote- Some people say the Devil made me do it but it’s a special anointing to say God made me pregnant. Imagine if Maury got Mary to come on her show and the paternity test said God is the Father. But there is no more truth because God is our Father, and he is a good, good father.

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This Angel not wanted worship, but redirection, is proof of the divinity of God. He fell at his feet because he was awed. But the Angel pointed to the Most High and said I worship him too

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 Ooh it is a good thing Joseph thought of putting her out quietly. Think of the catastrophe, A lot of the Bible would be misunderstood because it pertained to Jesus. So we would be worshipping the three true Gods, and tripping over snakes. Isn’t that what the Fall is without Christ. A religion not similar at all to what we worship but one totally different. When God said Let us, it would be a separate God talking and a separate God listening. When God talks about man fighting with a snakes it would be like someone taking the Black Mamba nickname too literally.

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It would be polytheism mixed with someone who wanted to either shoot like Kobe, or was mad because he could not shut Kobe down in the NBA.  he ever had the chance.

 God did not just use a snake he bruised it. God is not a snake charmer he is a conqueror. In Moses time the snake was lifted up to save, because the power was not in the snake but in God. But by Hezekiah’s time the snake had become an idol so it had to be broken.

Whatever is God must be broken and bruised and wounded to save. In the  Bible the bruising is an intentional wounding. Christ is our God, but he was broken, bruised and wounded for our iniquities. When it says that it shall bruise thy head it is talking about the crown of thorns. But in that crown was caked blood which spoke deliverance to the Most High. What the Devil thought mockery God called it his death sentence.

 The Bible says that He was bruised so he could bruise. It was reciprocity, a trial where the Accuser who is the prosecutorial Devil met the Advocate in the defense attorney Jesus at the courts of the Most High. This was a bench trial because God sat in righteous judgment as The Judge. But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed. Every one of these points to the power of the blood, because each of these represents an entryway through which was blood spilled. The wounding of the transgression speaks to the spear in his side. The bruising of the iniquities symbolizes the thorny crown. The chastisement of our peace is the nails in his feet. God clothed us with the sandals of peace, and Jesus is the Prince of Peace, but what ties sandals together is nails. That nail was tying us, to him.

[this-is-melbourne-blog]

Butcher’s Diner | A 24-hour monastery of meat

Vegetarians, look away now.

Hidden at the top end of Bourke Street, tucked behind a nondescript glass door, with only a red “takeaway” sign to indicate its presence, you’ll find Butchers Diner, Melbourne’s newest monastery of meat, a nostalgia-inducing fiefdom of flesh.

And for those who don’t like to restrict their meat consumption to daylight hours, you’ll be pleased to learn it’s open 24/7. So if you find yourself in the city, at a loose end at 4am, half full of squirt, and get a hankering for a steak sanga, or perhaps some grilled gizzards or livers, you’re in luck!

But if the mention of offal hasn’t got you fizzing with at the bung, fear not. There is plenty more to Butchers Diner than off-cuts.

A quick scroll down the large retro metal menu that adorns the sidewall (daily specials are handwritten brown butcher’s paper – grass fed baby loin chop with spiced mango chutney; wallaby burger on the day I went) and you’ll spy some wonderful dishes from yesteryear.

Get on this: blood sausage with devilled egg, pickle, iceberg lettuce and mayo in a brioche bun. Tell me that doesn’t sound marvellous? Well it was. It was glorious.

The homemade pork and beef dim sims are steaming balls of lumpy goodness. These sweaty bundles of joy could easily be considered credible cross-town rivals to the famed South Melbourne dimmy. I could have easily loaded up on more, but with many more tempting dishes on offer I needed to pace myself.

The delightfully affordable and wide-ranging diner menu is like a round-the-world boarding pass to a carnivore’s carnival, with nods to Australia, America, England and Japan. From golden Japanese fried chicken with mollifying daicon pickle and crispy skin duck with pickled Chinese vegetables (Thursday special) to traditional crowd-pleasers like slow-roasted lamb shoulder with potato, veg and gravy (Sunday special) and face-spasmly luscious sticky date pudding with whipped cream and butterscotch sauce, there’s plenty to sink your fangs into.

Throw in drippingly-succulent, plump cheeseburgers; loaded Coney Island chilli dogs; and herb-kissed grilled pork skewers and there’s something here to keep even the most jaded foodie happy (yes, there’s even a few vegetarian options fighting among the meaty melee).

Which brings me around to the offal. For loose change ($7.50) you can get two ‘yakitori-style’ skewers of duck hearts, gizzards, ox tongue and livers. Now, my mum cooked some weird things when I was growing up but she never served us kids hearts and livers. So at 33 years old I thought it was high time I skewered my animal-organ cherry. With a sprinkle of lemon, I tackled the duck hearts, which were chewy and dense yet not too unpleasant. Mighty morsels of meatiness. I finished both skewers, so eat your heart out! I can’t say the same for the livers. With the consistency of a moussey car wash sponge, the livers weren’t really my thing. But I gave myself a fist bump for trying them.

But whether you’re a fan of entrails or not, there’s plenty of compelling options to keep you up all night.

[soholdmetightao3]

#1-100?

Oh wow #1-100 😂 you guys are going to know me really well!Get to Know Me Uncomfortably Well1. What is you middle name? Aerin2. How old are you? 19 3. What is your birthday? May 6th4. What is your zodiac sign? Taurus5. What is your favorite color? Dark green6. What's your lucky number? 11 or 97. Do you have any pets? I have two cats, a bunny, a mouse, and a puppy I miss but hopefully I will find another puppy to love!8. Where are you from? Michigan9. How tall are you? 5’6 1/210. What shoe size are you? 9 1/211. How many pairs of shoes do you own? 512. What was your last dream about? Hm, the last one I remember was Jensen Ackles salsa dancing in my room before my older sister showed him the right way to dance because she’s actually a dance teacher and I was really confused because Jensen is my little sister’s (“he’s mine”) and I didn’t want to take him from her so I was just wondering ‘Where is Misha?’ And then my sister and I gave my dog a dog with sparkling soap 13. What talents do you have? I like to sing, write, and play the piano.14. Are you psychic in any way? Some times parts of my dreams come true but I don’t think I’m psychic at all haha. 15. Favorite song? Sorry it’s too hard to choose!16. Favorite movie? Titanic & Lord of the Rings17. Who would be your ideal partner? Kind, funny, dorky, tall18. Do you want children? Yes.19. Do you want a church wedding? I’m not sure because I don’t really want to be married in a church because it’s s church it’d just be really pretty. I don’t think I’ll have a church wedding, no.20. Are you religious? Not really, I think there’s something out there but I don’t live my life according to whatever that is.21. Have you ever been to the hospital? Yes.22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? Im pretty badass, I cried my way out of a speeding ticket once. 23. Have you ever met any celebrities? I met Barack Obama and fell deeper in love! Yes, I’ve met Jensen, Misha, and Osric specifically at a comic con. I’d love to meet Jared.24. Baths or showers? Showers, baths are just for relaxing.25. What color socks are you wearing? White.26. Have you ever been famous? I was an extra in a movie and the paper a few times but not famous, no.27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? I won’t lie I’d have fun as a celebrity. I’d love to sing or act in a fantasy world, or writing would be great. 28. What type of music do you like? Oh jeez, all kinds. I love alternative rock, some rap, classical, jazz ;), certain pop music. 29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? No30. How many pillows do you sleep with? One or two, usually one.31. What position do you usually sleep in? On my back.32. How big is your house? Two story.33. What do you typically have for breakfast? Toast or some fruit.34. Have you ever fired a gun? No.35. Have you ever tried archery? Briefly, yes. 36. Favorite clean word? 37. Favorite swear word? 38. What's the longest you've ever gone without sleep? 28 hours, maybe more?39. Do you have any scars? Yes.40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? Not that I know of, no. 41. Are you a good liar? Yes but I usually don’t admit to that 😂42. Are you a good judge of character? I’d like to think so, especially as I’ve grown older.43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? Yes, Irish, English, and a little bit of Scottish and Russian (for Russian its best when I’m speaking the language).44. Do you have a strong accent? I’ve been told by others it’s not that strong.45. What is your favorite accent? Irish or Russian.46. What is your personality type? INFP, 47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?48. Can you curl your tongue? Yes.49. Are you an innie or an outie?50. Left or right handed? Right handed.51. Are you scared of spiders? Not the small ones.52. Favorite food? Lasagna or pizza.53. Favorite foreign food? 54. Are you a clean or messy person? I try to be clean but I’m rather disorganized.55. Most used phrased? ‘Dear lord’ 😂 ‘and such’ 56. Most used word?57. How long does it take for you to get ready? It depends. To have clothes on and could leave the house? 15-20 minutes. To slay? At least two hours.58. Do you have much of an ego? Not really.59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? I always tell myself to be patient but usually end up biting lollipops after a while.60. Do you talk to yourself? Yes.61. Do you sing to yourself? The less people the more I sing.62. Are you a good singer? I think so?63. Biggest Fear? 64. Are you a gossip? I think I dislike gossip too much to be a person identified as someone who gossips.65. Best dramatic movie you've seen?66. Do you like long or short hair? It depends, I admire short hair but I love having long hair to style or just pull into a messy bun.67. Can you name all 50 states of America? Not off the top off my head.68. Favorite school subject? English.69. Extrovert or Introvert? Apparently I’m an “outgoing introvert.”70. Have you ever been scuba diving? No.71. What makes you nervous? Singing 72. Are you scared of the dark? No, I quite like the dark actually.73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? I try not to but sometimes I correct grammatical mistakes but only if they’re quite apparent. 74. Are you ticklish? I used to be but am somehow no longer ticklish?75. Have you ever started a rumor? No.76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? I’m an older sister if that counts lol.77. Have you ever drank underage? A little yeah.78. Have you ever done drugs? Just “the devil’s lettuce” as my friend said 😂 I proceeded to make fun of her for calling it that.79. Who was your first real crush? I think I was in third grade. I look back now and have no idea why he was my crush but I was a kid lol.80. How many piercings do you have? Two.81. Can you roll your Rs?" With effort yes.82. How fast can you type? Quite fast, actually. I had a lot of type to learn sessions 😂83. How fast can you run? I can run a 9 1/2 minute mile but nothing brag worthy.84. What color is your hair? Dark brown.85. What color is your eyes? Hazel.86. What are you allergic to? Nothing.87. Do you keep a journal? I keep two journals, actually.88. What do your parents do? My mom’s a nurse my dad’s a crew member.89. Do you like your age? Not really, there’s a lot of uncertainty with college and feeling a need to have accomplished more than is possible or likely at 19.90. What makes you angry? When people are treated cruelly. 91. Do you like your own name? Yes, sometimes I think it’d be cool if it were longer but I quite like it.92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? Oh I’ve thought of them several times. I have a list actually 😂Names for The KidsCadenDmitriDamien/DamonWyattJasperAndersonCaspianNathanielEphraim SeamusSalvatore Nicholas Grayson LawrenceEvelynEmersonArabellaAdeline/AdelynDelilahImogen (Emogene)IngridCharlotteAdelaideMagdeline (Mage)SalvatriceVirginia(Ginny)Genevieve (Jane)AdiraGreyEleanorAspenGwendolynReeseVivian VeraLincoln 93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? I think I’d do best with girls but I’d like to have at least one boy as well.94. What are you strengths? I can be quite set in things so I try my best to make things work. I want to make sure everyone is comfortable so I have a lot of experience in socializing with different people and can usually make most people feel comfortable. 95. What are your weaknesses? I can get quite nervous and sometimes I let people have their way to avoid arguing.96. How did you get your name? My mom wanted something classic and she and my dad went to see Titanic and she really liked the name.97. Were your ancestors royalty? No.98. Do you have any scars? Yes.99. Color of your bedspread? White and gray.100. Color of your room? Apple green.