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floggingink · 6 years ago

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Riverdale, “Chapter Thirty-Eight: As Above, So Below”

Day At Least Seven Solitary Coif: struggling

Alice’s thigh: stunning

Sexy, aesthetic Southside: FP’s jellybean tattoo: incredibly, tenderly sad

Certified pedigree: “I’m glad the Farm opened you up to the possibility of us”: either Alice thought about this to herself, or she (absolutely) asked the rest of her cult what they thought. what they THOUGHT about her sleeping with FP again. “What d’you think, girls?” Alice wine clubbed FP Jones’s dick!

who has more game, FP or Jughead? FP a) is a grown man, b) is oftentimes gainfully employed (I’ve forgotten if he’s employed right now), c) is strong enough to carry a high school boy out of the woods, d) was VERY smooth with his seemingly instinctual “Then don’t. Tell him,” e) did that thing where he took the gum out of his mouth when Alice came to his trailer, and f) looked pretty good in his crisp Pop’s uniform when he was employed at Pop’s. however FP also a) tends to drink when not employed and b) is fucking obsessed with Toledo, a town I will burn to the ground if I ever set foot in it. meanwhile, Jughead a) climbed up a fucking ladder to Betty’s bedroom, b) ABSOLUTELY KILLED IT when he and Betty almost fucked each other in the kitchen, c) KILLED IT AND BURIED IT in the moments before fucking her on the couch when he was all, “Or you could stay,” and fucking touched her dress like she was an angel of the Lord and he was just a humble shepherd boy whose eyes were not worthy to gaze upon her countenance, d) only strategically removes his hat, and e) rides a motorcycle. the hat is not a con, necessarily, and being a writer in high school is a cross some of us simply have to bear, but he is like, kind of a pain sometimes and a little squirrelly, but w/r/t the love of his life, he has tailored himself to her every need almost perfectly

OH AND I FORGOT WHEN HE KISSED HER SCABBY BLOOD KNUCKLES! OH SHIT!

Veronica has the most game on the entire show

I like when they have Jughead use words like “modicum”

“Ben’s death haunts me, Jug. He didn’t scream. Why not, I wonder?”: writing credits this episode go to Daphne de Maurier

YYEEEAAAAAHHH THE BLUE & GOLD CRIME BOARD BABY

I would almost expect something more from the warden’s tie, except that I know plain clothing is, in and of itself, a warning sign

anything that gets Veronica in her reading glasses is okay by me, and this includes Pop’s hemorrhaging money

Jughead can wear just a T-shirt sans jacket or flannel any old time he wants, I’m just putting that vibe out there

“Of course we’re calling it a speakeasy.”

Jug’s suspender game is strong, so really Betty should know she has nothing to worry about

his stupid dumb round face looking at her when she pulls him aside is pretty. remember when he kissed her hands? fucking Jughead sometimes, dude

“Evelyn...creeps me out.”

I like Betty’s overalls and Evelyn’s romper thing

what I expected when Kevin dialed the phone was for the whole booth to sink into the basement like a surprise elevator

Kander and Ebb wrote the music to, among much else, Cabaret and Chicago, those being some of their most gay

I LOVE VERONICA’S WHITE SHIRT. IT’S JUST A FUCKING PLAIN WHITE SHIRT, SHE IS SO BEAUTIFUL

Every triangle has three corners, every triangle has three sides: is there some heat between Veronica and Reggie? am I crazy?

the foursome of Reg, Ronnie, Josie, and Kev is basically just as strong as the cour four strictly in terms of hair

I don’t know that I like Penny’s sleeveless Ghoulies vest more than her leather Serpents jacket but I do know I like it at least the same amount (oodles)

Fwoopy hair is the best hair: Day One Lifted Bag Off Head Hair: GREAT

OH MY GOD, JOAQUIN!!!! WHEN WILL JOAQUIN REST. DOES EVERY TERRIBLE THING HAVE TO HAPPEN TO JOAQUIN BEFORE IT HAPPENS TO SOMEONE ELSE. IS JOAQUIN IN THE FARM

does Archie have a scar on his head? is it KJ’s? have I lost track of something?

Gay?!: BABY TEETH is an absolute twink and he was tapped to save his life

I’m suspicious of Peter because his name is, simply, “Peter”

Gay.: Cheryl and Toni are just like lounging in a single chair together and that’s the bisexual agenda

Veronica was rich: Veronica’s heavy card stock IS very nice

Ethel’s cute yellow cardigan is back, which matches her thermos and lunchbox

I enjoyed when Betty sits down and you think she’s going to apologize for being there at Ben’s death but instead she just fucking grills Ethel some more

“...G&G.”

OOOOOOHHHHHHH JUGHEAD’S TURNING IT ON WITH THAT PRINCESS SHIT

Please protect Betty: Betty’s entire expression at being told she’s “not worthy,” God bless her

The female gaze: I don’t know why Reggie’s shirt is off. probably Reggie doesn’t even know

Reggie’s panicked JJ face is one of the top five panicked faces of all time. he’s tied at least with the girl in Jurassic Park when she sees the raptor shadow and her hand holding that green Jell-O starts shaking

Minetta doesn’t even pretend he’s looking for something other than whatever was in those boxes. cold, Minetta

REGGIE’S SALUTE

Reg simply being aware that Minetta and the Ghoulies work for Hiram almost brings me to tears. not only is he a walking sculpture with a pair of lips that would make Sarah Steller throw herself off the Hoover Dam, but he is also a genius

VERONICA IS SO BEAUTIFUL. “Not until I’m properly armed.” just look at her!

Ethel didn’t even come to the first meeting of the Farm Club? cold, Ethel

Evelyn offering Betty a pizza slice comes off as her genuinely wanting Betty to have a piece of pizza if she wants, which is the first non-creepy thing she’s done (Jughead would take the pizza)

she of course follows this up with “that darn medication”

Archie looks like a corpse in the blue light

tell me “wakey, wakey” is a Kill Bill reference. TELL ME IT IS

the guy they have fighting Archie looks just enough like Khabib Nurmagomedov that I was like, is this an unconscious wish on someone’s part to do a rematch of red-haired McGregor vs. Khabib except it’s on Riverdale so it’s in something called “the Pit” which is a drained swimming pool and they’re in juvie? (it’d have to be a fantasy in that Conor McGregor would get his ass beaten by Khabib Nurmagomedov in any rematch in any universe, in the universe)

dude does his best but, as Sweet Pea and Vintage Reggie can tell you, you cannot let Archie land a) a right hook or b) an uppercut or he will end this fight

who’re the rando white women watching? their fucking wives? goddammit, white women

I think Baby Teeth could take Reggie jawline-to-jawline

Veronica’s kittenish heels sinking into the dirt as opposed to her striding effortlessly as Moses parting the Red Sea

Cheryl’s a chaos angel from hell: “THAT VIPER BITCH”

Antoinette Topaz is fluent in many languages, including Veronica’s

God bless jingle-jangle: the fucking cat burglar sequence set to “Jingle Jangle” just about fucking did it

Ethel’s candle game is reaching midnight mass-levels of mastery

so did Betty and Jughead get their ad hoc sex den (good band name) out of the bunker before Ethel got there? or was it there the whole time but for Ben and Ethel?

I feel I want to write down that Ben abandoned Ethel to ascend prematurely with Dilton otherwise I’ll forget and will be tricked by something later on

POLLY’S KNITTED HALTER

closed captioning capitalized the Shady Man, the second strangest Riverdale skull

Alice really just did Betty like that! maybe Betty DOES need to live in a bunker

50 Shades of Betty: “The wig. The webcaming.”

I love how Betty always gets very sarcastically OH, OKAY THEN when she decides to start laying out some truths

Alice stands up and her dress has some sort of insane asymmetrical hemline and she’s also got an ankle bracelet!!!!!!

Dilton Doiley Ethel Muggs is a canonically great dancer the DM: Ethel’s little crush on Jughead circa his birthday party has not abated. even when he was being insane about the Serpents I bet she entertained sweet fantasies of buying a pleather jacket off ModCloth and Jughead “inducting” her. so she found herself a coterie of pliable boys who were also gangly and weird and obsessed with details and pacts and she became their princess. so THERE. you fucking bet she’s gonna get a kiss out of Jughead before she fucking poisons herself

Ethel’s dungeon master voice is giving me a sort of ASMR vibe

I don’t want to veer too wildly but she is wearing a crown, her character has “a crown”

dog, was she about to kill Jughead right then and there? Ethel goes hard. Ethel might go harder than Jughead

“You’re asking me to play Russian roulette!” “I’m asking you to play Gryphons and Gargoyles.” THIS BITCH (in context it’s very smooth and bitchy)

GOD BUT JUGHEAD DID DRINK IT. VERY WELL KNOWINGLY, HE DID IT

Jughead eats: Salud is just the sort of thing I’d expect Jug to say before maybe drinking cyanide (or skol, if he had been watching Ingmar Bergman)

I don’t know if I could drink that much Kool-Aid that fast. Kool-Aid and Sunny D always made my teeth feel filmy. I could definitely down that much Capri Sun, if it were in a pouch the size of my shin

anyway Ethel’s sick move telling Jughead he has to kiss her first got an emotional reaction from me at almost the level of when Cheryl came down to Jason’s wake in that white dress

Jughead and Ethel are almost of a height, which is weirdly lovely

These students are legally children: maybe Ethel put the poison in after Jughead had chosen. I maybe doubt she would’ve just fucking assassinated Jughead

Jughead was reading next to her when she woke up, which is just a specific kind of daydream you have, sometimes

Sixth period is Intro to Film: HEISENBURG

Toni’s pictures are certainly shot with a mind to lighting, depth

is blue light the light of evil? Hiram’s study, the warden’s office?

Archie > Dawson: of course Archie imagines talking to his father and of course he imagines his father telling him to “take one.” I love Self-Sacrificial Lamb Archie (or just momentarily self-sacrificing). better than Fascist Archie!

well, Betty’s room has blue light too. fucking forget it then

although she is SURROUNDED BY EVIL at all times

Mädchen Amick, MÄDCHEN AMICK: “I trust them more than I trust you” is season one-level Alice-shade

Cheryl’s sheaths: I like very much Cheryl’s bosomy sequin thing and Toni’s back jewelry

I also like the RROTC boys in their like WWII uniforms, which may be anachronistic but still hard vintage, and the cigar girls

Jughead doubts it: there’s so much going on when Betty goes all melty and wipes some of the Fresh-Aid off Jug’s lips and Jug, who is not smiling, looks at Sweet Pea helping Veronica

Best costume bit: Veronica is in magenta, because I deserve it

I can’t wholly endorse Reggie’s non-black plaid trousers paired with a solid black blazer but I CAN endorse Reggie as a whole

Cheryl’s Hiram’s pins: I think Hiram has a fucking octopus pin! I think it is!!!!!!!!

the wallpaper behind Hiram downstairs is...interesting. it’s like a cutout from that Disney cartoon for “Winter Wonderland”

we stay on Veronica’s face for sort of an extra beat, so I can confirm a) she’s still beautiful and b) she has a sparkly thing in her hair

The 2001 Josie and the Pussycats movie was a masterpiece: Josie’s got that thing going on where you gem up the part in your hair

God I love a good Riverdale music/mayhem montage. like what were they playing when Jughead ran the gauntlet? fuck sometimes this stuff is just still so good (“Mess Around” when Reggie lunged for Jughead also counts, though not performed live somewhere else in Riverdale at the same moment)

“Anything Goes” is in fact not Kander and Ebb but Cole Porter

I’ve seen Brick like thirty times: I love a good bead of bloody spit dangling from someone’s mouth during a slow-mo fight sequence

I’m writing a scene where it’s gay.: “THAT KID…..IS A STAR.”

that fucking rum, can you believe it? the fucking shade of it all

Fifth period is AP English: OH MY GOD. THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO. OH MY GOD, THE FUCKING HAMMER. THE COUNT OF MONTE MOTHERFUCKING GODDAMN YES GOD HOLY BITCH

“Damn good coffee”: the goddamn shot of FP and Alice standing together flanked by the flames of their righteous destruction of the G&G manual

Summer + Blair = Veronica: Veronica is pretty fucking brave to still be living in Hiram Lodge’s HOUSE. and of course that’s what her dressing gown looks like

oh my god, Joaquin is still alive? Joaquin’s STILL HERE?

ARCHIE’S GONNA BREAK OUT OF PRISON AND I MUST CLEANSE MYSELF OF SIN TO BE WORTHY OF ITS GLORY (I trust Riverdale a lot more again at the moment)

so wait, Jughead put the cot BACK? are these two different bunkers? is it the same effing bunker???

“It’s over”: you fucking fool

yes, it’s the same goddamn bunker. the candles are still there! I guess I thought the wicked juju from Ethel’s ~SUICIDE ATTEMPT~ would deter the two of them from FUCKING IN THE EXACT SAME BUNKER but Betty and Jughead literally do not give a single damn where they do it

Jug’s headphones!!!!!!!!!

Cheryl’s expression at reading the G&G manual is appropriately be-Blossomed

The Blossom spawn: she still has a photo of Jason in her locker and I think a sticker that says “Literally no one cares”

What damn high school in America: those manuals have a QR code on the back, so you can play on your phone! GIVE ME THE APP, RAS

who unsheathed Ethel? LORD, WHO LET HER LOOSE?

GEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

NEXT WEEK: Camila Mendes wears glasses the entire time

#riverdale #i say #commentary #tropes

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kaywritesthings · 8 years ago

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Beauty and the catfish.

Noah (Lucas) knew he was absolutly obessessed with Remy. He followed him and tried to tallk to him on his own profile. Remy would never talk back to him. He could see that Remy surrounded himself with beautiful people like him. Noah hated doing what he was doing. Using his best friend mason's photo and making a profile just to talk to Remy. Mason was good looking. He was here now in his boheime poncho and made from organic material pants, smoking a bong with his mom in the middle of the loving room. Pillows laid the floor like an egyptian type lay out. Above them on the wall a large star of david to remind them where they came from. He cracked a window and sat down on a pilloew.https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/1d/dd/8b...

Noah (Lucas): Noah asked softly. "Can I use your photo to talk to a guy?" Mason shrugged. "Mah gawd, yeah.. you be free. You use whatever you need.." He was high. It was obvious. His mom's eyes on his best friend. He knew they sometimes low key hooked up, also not so low key adn that's why sometimes Noah drank.. sometimes.He had Remy on his back ground. "Ph yeah, that one dude. with the big lips.. " His mom laughed. "Yeah, the one he jerks off too. I had to wash your sheets twice!" Noah wished his mom was less cool. "Guys, stop." He took a deep breath before sending Remy a message. Remy had just took a photo of his drink. He knew he was online. Wht should he say? He had no idea wha tto say. "What should I say?" He asked. Mason shrugged. "sup bro.. " His mom laughed. "Say.. thank you for giving me something to jerk off to." Noah threw his pillow at his mom. MOM. He sighed. He tapped his finger and then sent a private message. "What ingredients are in that drink you made?" He sent it. He screamed. "I ASKED HIM WHAT INGRIEDENTS ARE IN HIS DRINK." They both laughed.Mason took the computer.

Remy: Remy knew that being on his social media was as of nearly as much import as going in to run the club itself, but sometimes, he would spend so many hours scrolling through facebook and instagram and it would just be the same. Fawning people and yes men, and people throwing themselves at him in the comments with just because he was attractive and had a lot of money. For the first couple of years, Remy had enjoyed the attention. He still did to some degree, but honestly it was getting boring. He'd meet some guy, and he'd be nice and they'd have fun, but there was never anything deeper. Nothing worth exploring other than men that knew he could offer them a certian lifestyle. And he did want something more. Maybe not forever, but at least something that would last more than a couple weeks. He didn't know if he wanted love, per say, but he definitely wanted more than one night stands. He hadn't had more than that in ages. Remy sighed and sat down, closing the instagram on his tablet and opening up his dating app, scrolling for any new hits. He'd been more covert on this, still using a photo but an older one, indirectly him, and talked vaguely about his job on it. There didn't seem to be any new hits yet tonight though, so Remy sighed and wondered if he should try something else. His phone buzzed and he saw a new notification on his phone and let out a small laugh. That was new. No one had asked him anything like that before. He went back over. He smiled at it and wrinkled his nose before answering. "It's a new one for the bar I'm tryhing out. Tequila, Aperol, grapefrut with some sugar and a citrus peel." "It's not bad."

Noah (Lucas): 'HE REPLIED!" Mason yelled out. "He told you what's in it." Noah looked at the comment. It was his first comment. "Sounds like my kind of drink." He said as he poked a hole in his forth capri sun and sipped anxiously on the straw. He usually had nerdy drinks at his bar he always wen to the. The 80s them bar where he would order the force. He couldnt believe Remy was talking to him, but then agai he hid behind Mason's perfect face. "Do you often try to make new drins? That sort of makes you an alcholic chef? " Mason lifted a brow at that. "What's an alcholic chef/" He whispered. "Like Ramsay.. he could be like.. making masterpieces but with drinks. shut up." He stuck his tongue at Mason. "Wait, he's typing... look!" His mom came over and looked over his shoulder. "He's cuteeeee.. I like that one. Where he has those cute little dog ears. " Noah nodded. "Yeah, it's a filter on snap chat." He bit his lower lip as he waited for him to reply back

Remy: Remy didn't usually do many private conversations on this platform, but it was definitely interesting that it was someone that was asking actual questions and wasn't going right to telling him how hot he was or propositioning him. He clicked over to the profile and looked the photo over in interest. He looked hot and compact, and Remy smiled a little to himself as he added the user as a friend. Lucas. He clicked back when he had a reply. "I don't make them usually. My bar staff does and I try them out to see if they're worth trying to sell." He pursed his lips for a second, wanting to add more but not sure what to say exactly yet. "Maybe you can try one the next time you come by the bar. Which I'm assuming you do. Or you should."

Noah (Lucas): "I don't know where your bar is. I don't get to get out that much. Don't be jealous but.."He snapped a photo of his capri sun and sent it. "I mean you can't beat the fresh high frutose sugar of this drink. AmIright??" He snorted. Mason and his mom left to go out to get nachoes since everyone had the munchies. Noah was just fat and loved nachoes, he didnt have the high reason. He looked at Mason's photo, jealous how he could eat naches and it just disappear. It probably turned into abs on him. He saw him add him as a friend and was surprised. He started to add more photos of Mason.. mostly the selfies he took. He was always sending Noah selfies just because he loved taking photos of himself.

Remy: For some reason, Remy found that all the more intriguing. Most everyone who struck up a conversation had been to his bar, thats whoe they knew him. "You don't know my club? Then what has brought you to me? A love of artistically framed photographs of cocktails?" he replied and then let out a soft laugh a second later when he saw the capri sun photo. "Ah, but did you add alcohol to it?"

Noah (Lucas): "I am sure there is more to you than bar talk. " He laughed. "No, just adding nachoes to it in a bit." He was shocked Remy was still talking to him. "I was lost on this site, saw you and thought I would check what you are all about." Was that cool? Did he saya cool thing? He smiled feeling like he did. He went to get a shot to add more coolness to his talk. He took a second one just to add more wow to his suave conversation. He sat back down. "If you want to tal kabout bars, we can talk about bars. My favorite bar is called max. It's full of video games and lesbians. Safe place for someone like me."

Remy: Remy was a little nonplussed at the response he got and went to go refresh his drink before he responded. He wasn't quite sure what the guy was after yet, and honestly after one or two messages, most guys were asking him to meet up somewhere. This didn't quite feel like that so Remy felt a little out of his depth. "So does that mean you're a lesbian or a gamer?" He replied when he got a new drink, smiling around his straw. "If you are a lesbian, I must tell you, your profile picture is very misleading. And just about every other selfie. The topless ones especially."

Noah (Lucas): laughed out loud. Remy was witty. He liked that. "I am a gamer. I know this might turn you on but I was a level70 war lock on WOW." He snorted. He probablu should be cooler. Mason would never have the patience to sit through WOW. "You like what you see in my profile? What do you think? Could I be a merman? I am asking for a friend." He saw his mom and his best friend come in with naches from taco bell. He grabbed his tray of nachoes and chewed on them thoughfully. "He's talking to me!" He told them. "Good, see.. pretty boy likes you." He sighed. "He likes.. the idea of me." He half smiled,but htis was harmless. It was nice to have him acknowledge him. "Are you at your bar?"

Remy: "So first a lesbian, and now a merman?" Remy replied, chuckling a little. "I have no idea what any of those words about video games were. I'm a model and a club owner, if it's not fashion or dance music I don't know it." He flipped through a few more pictures. "I can say for sure that you're hot, even if I would guess...on the short side?" He teased. "I'm at home now, but I'm going in soon. It's a bubble party tonight, you should stop by."

Noah (Lucas): "The best things come in small packages." He didn't mean his dick.He hoped he got th reference. "I'm fun size." He and Mason were about the same height. "Maybe I will stop by. I dunno. I got quiet the schedule." He left it at that. He ate a taco that was passed his way. He wanted to say more, but knew the less he said, probably the better. He knew not of fashipon outside hot topic shirts and hippy type pants. Jumper pants. "Are you checking me out? Seems like yuo like what you see? " He asked. Maybe that was a bit forward. First he brought up a small package to this.. he was on a roll that would most likely end the conversation

Remy: Remy was surprised at how much he wanted Lucas to show up at the club that night, and felt a little let down that he wasn't all for it right away. But that again was just more intriguing. Most guys would be all over it by now. "With your capri sun and nachoes, right?" he replied. "Sounds like a full night. You know, if you came I could get you a real drink and nachoes on the house.." He thought a moment before adding more. "I think you're hot and interesting enough to hold my attention. Are you going to break my heart and tell me you really are a lesbian? Or worse, straight?"

Noah (Lucas): "Or worst. Bi.." He laughed out loud. Mason and his mom looked at him."Nothing." He shook his head. "You're hot and interesting too. " He typed. "It's a busy night of hookah and nachoes and me time. I love me time. Plus, my hair needs a lot of gel. I dont have the energy to tame the beast." He sent a XD emoji. "you want my number? Is that too forward? I dont get out often.. for social accepting cues."

Remy: "I can deal with bi, I'm prettier than most girls," Remy replied, chuckling as he did. "I have a hard time believing you don't get out often, cute as you are." He sighed. "So there's no way I can convince you to come tonight? I suppose you can have my number. If anything changes."

Noah (Lucas): "Crowds and people. Not my thing." He said probably sounding like a downer. He sighed. "I mean not my thing tonight. Remember bad hair? " He laughed and waited. He blushed when he said he was cute, but knew he meant mason. Mason was cute. But mason was straight. "My number is -insert number- have a good time. "

Remy: Remy pursed his lips, frowning a little. "And here they are, my thing. I'm starting to get a Romeo and Juliet vibe here. But here's my number," he said and added it. "I don't think you can have bad hair, honestly. Curly hair is sort of my thing ;)"

Noah (Lucas): "wait, who is romeo, who is juliet? " He sent in message. "Gotta go. Super busy being one with the stars and my hookah tube. 🙂 Have fun around the drunk snow flakes." He teased. He waited for a moment beore turning of fhte computer to seem interesting.

Remy: Remy was about to add a reply, but then the little icon told him that Lucas was offline. Remy let out a soft huff of breath, annoyed and a little impressed that someone could get to him that fast. He thought a moment and then typed Lucas's number into his phone. "I'm Juliet, of course," he texted. "I'm going to wait in my castle looking pretty for you to come to my balcony and romance me."

Noah (Lucas): Was shocked that Remy. This high profile internet celebrity was in his phone book. People would kill to have this number. He put his name as Juliet. His little secret. "Romeo? I am too young to die. we will have to be the AU version where we live a long life and retire in italy on a boat." He smiled. "I will romance you with cheap wine and mundane hashtagpoetry in hamilton rap fashion."

Remy: Remy was glad he got a text back so quickly since Lucas had put such an end to their conversation by going offline. "France. I want to go to the south of France. I'm French you know. Can't stand the Italians," he teased. "Try me. Your most mundane hash tag poetry."

Noah (Lucas): "Italian food is so good though?" He texted. "French people eat like thick rice pudding and cooked snails.." He teased. "Although. I do imagine I like the french style of kissing. " He teased. "You cant handle my hashtag poems. You'll fall in love with me and i dont have time for that." He teased. "Do you like america?"

Remy: "Are you insulting my people now?" Remy replied, laughing and shaking his head at the text he got back. He couldn't remember being this amused by some random texting before. "If you want my French kissing, you have to take my French food too. America is fine though. You do have quite a lot of fun here."

Noah (Lucas): "French bread seems good? You guys did give us a hunk of metal in nyc a long time ago. Moana lisa is cool?" He texted. He blushed at the french kissing. "You sure have nice lips. I cant decided if they would be good for kissing, or really useful in a marshmellow eating contest." He was getting Remy to reply back soon. He wondered slightly if he was getting cat fished? It would be what he deserved. He flipped over to his realface account. He had his nerd friends wanting to go onlein to play an online game. He got his head set and set up his cahracter, but had the phone out to text. Mason and his mom were having fun with their drugs and talking loudly about universal music.

Remy: "Hunk of metal," Remy replied laughing. "You Americans, so disrespectful." He was smiling though, and nearly missed his Uber to take him out to the club. His usual driver looked at him oddly as he got into the car, since he wasn't usually this kind of happy. He felt a soft shiver at the thought of kissing, already wishing they were. If only Lucas would come out... "Better for kissing, but I'll let you be the judge. If I can get you to come out so I can buy you a drink."

Noah (Lucas): really did want to come out. He wish he could. If only he was Mason. Or Lucas. "Busy. Stopbeing so clingy." He teased. He sent a 😉 emoji to show he was playing. He got online and set up his character, but he wasnt interested in playing like he was to talk to Remy. He ended up telling his guild of friends he was tired. He logged off before they started to protest. He went over to his mom and Mason and laid on his pillows. He took a couple hits of hookah and prayed that he didnt get a random drug test soon.

Remy: Remy laughed at that next text though he did feel a little stung. Why didn't he want to come out? Was this what playing hard to get was? Remy had done it to people before, it was just weird when it was happening to him. "O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou," he texted eventually, and then an emoji of a broken heart. "Well I'm working Romeo, text me if you change your mind."

Noah (Lucas): pouted. He wanted to come out. He wouldnt look like he should. He sighed and stood up. He got dressed into the only nice button up shirt he owned. It was for mass.. and nights out. He puton jeans and had uber pick him up. It was far away so it would cost 70 something dollars, but it would be worth it.MAson said he could go, but that would be too weird. He went to the club and sat in the darkeest booth he could find. "Romeo has bad hair and is gonna be MIA. Good night, juliet. Try not to fall in love with Parris tonight." He put his phone away and watched the bar for hi. He saw him and was shocked. He was even more gorgeous in person. He saw him look at his phone and smiled. He actually smiled, but then again. He could have a million people texting him. He always had 200 likes instantly on every post.

Remy: Remy got a little busy when he first got into the club, like always, making sure everything was set for the night. And the bubble machines had been out of order when he got in so there had been a ltitle bit of a drama trying to get them all set. When he got to look at his phone again, right after he'd opened the doors to the club, he saw anoter text. "Good night Romeo. Parting is such sweet sorrow, yadda yadda," he texted and then sighed. He tried not to, but he found himself watching everyone coming in, but Lucas wasn't among him. And someone didn't show up for their bartending shift, so Remy ended up behind the bar, mixing drinks for the guests.

Noah (Lucas): watched him for a couple of hours. He was probably creepy. He didn't send him another text. He read about trying to play it cool. It wouldnt be cool to write more than that tonight. He was shocked when a drink came his way. "Guy at the bar." The waitress said. "Oh." He looked at the guy. It was a mildly attractive guy in his 40s. He was hoping for someone a bit younger. He knew he had no right to be choosy. He never got a drink before. It was that drink from the picture earlier. He took a photo of it. He mouthed thank you to the man. He hoped it wasnt laced, but it aws made by him. It was the closest he would get to Remy. And the drink was beautifully mixed.

Remy: Remy kept busy at the bar, and the party seemed to be a success because the flow of customers didn't calm down once the whole night. He didn't even mind working the bar, though he was usually runing around with the VIP guests, up in their booths. But he didn't mind just being the one to bring him drinks either. As the night started to wind down, Remy started to move through the crowds and pick up drinks. He stopped at one table, and smiled at the curly headed man sitting there, leaning down to talk to him and touching his shoulder gently. "Hey, are you done with that drink? Or would you like another?"

Noah (Lucas): "Done." He said. He couldnt believe Remy was talking to him.He hid his eyes and looked down. "Thank you. It was good. You have talent." He tried to disguise his voice, and wasnt sure why. He acted like he was suddenly very busy in a text. He would scoot out of the bar as soon as he went away. Please go away. Please dont look at me. He felt like some weird modern version of the phantom of the opera.

Remy: Remy picked up the glass and put it on his tray and let oout a soft laugh. "Thanks," he said and started to move away, but then turned back and cocked his head. "Are you sure you don't want another drink? Come up to the bar or something. Unless you're waiting for a date?"

Noah (Lucas): "I'm fine. Thank you." He said. He got out of the barstool. He sounded so rude, but he was anxious. Why did he come here? What was he trying to do? When Remy had his back turned. He slid out of the booth and ran towards the bathroom to hide for a moment. He sent a text to mason. "come get me. This was a bad idea."

Remy: Remy shrugged a little and nodded. "Okay," he said, wondering what that guy's deal was. Remy shook it off and went back to the bar to dump the dishes. And when he came back behind the bar and looked out, the guy was gone. "Werid," he said under his breath, and shook his head, turning to take another order.

Noah (Lucas): looked out of the bathroom. He felt the drink kick in. Dammit. Also they were starting to do karaoke, and he loved that too. And bubbles. Mason said he was sending his sister becasue she wasnt high and drunk. That was fine, he enjoyed his sister. He did want to see how Remy would react. He went to get a napkin and a bag of marshmellows from wal greens across the street. He snuck up to the bar and put the marshmellows on the bar with a note. "For you, my dearest maiden... love romeo." He ran away and hid in a group of dancing people as he waited for his reaction

Remy: Remy didn't even have to look at the clock to know it was getting later. He could just tell by how sloppy the people were getting at the bar. There was one couple making out a little on his counter, and he very politely shooed them towards the dance floor, chuckling and shaking his head. He took a few people's keys too, telling them that he'd make sure they had an Uber home later. He got busy with one customer, and when he turned back around he saw something there by the bar. He reached for it and let out a laugh when he saw it was a bag of marshemllows. He read the note and felt something in his chest swell and he looked around. He couldn't see him and told the other bartender he was going on break and started weaving through the crowd, looking for him, his heart beating hard in his chest.

Noah (Lucas): was dancing wildly with some people and laughing. Then the crowd partied and phones came out to get drive by selfies with remy. "Take a photo with me!" One girl shouted. She super l-o-v-e Remy. uh oh! He turned and started to push people to go behind him to hid him. He made slight eye contact with Remy. That was dumb. Stupid Your joke went too far and Remy was looking for a hot filipeno teen. Wait, that's right. He was looking for Mason. Not him. He still was nervous as he slid his back against the wall towards the exit and started to wall walk sidewise to the exit. "Oh my god, HARRY STYLES." He yelled, people ran towards his voice. He got a heard of peopel big enough to slid outside and run right into mason. "Let's go!" He shouted. Mason frowned."But.. i.." He grabbed mason's hand and ran towards the cab. He got in. Mason turned to see Remy and waved before being pulled into the cab. "HIT IT!" He yelled as the cab drove on

Noah (Lucas): (OHOOPS WAIT)

Noah (Lucas): They got into his SISTER CAR, not the taxi. Mason came for the ride.

emy: Remy kept looking around and tried to deflect other people that wanted to talk to him, but no matter how deeply into the crowd he got, he couldn't find Lucas. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair and turned. When he did, he caught the eye of the guy he'd seen earlier and gave him a small smile, glad he was out having fun on the dance floor at least. And then the crowds moved again and Remy lost him as well. Remy went back to the bar, duckign out of the way of the crowd. He knew for a fact Harry Styles wasn't here- big name people always called ahead, but it did allow him to get back to the bar. He sat behind it and looked towards the door, and just for a split second he saw Lucas there and felt a wide smile split his face. He took two steps forward and then he was gone. What kind of game was this? He went back to the bar and looked at his bag of marshmellows and pulled out his phone. "First you weren't coming out and then you leave too soon? Thanks for the marshmellows either way."

Noah (Lucas): laughed out loud and couldnt believe he did something so crazy. "you owe me pancakes." Mason yelled at Noah.He nodded. They ended up stopping at dennys nearby. He saw the text. "Thought you could use some marshmellows. Nice club." He texted. "Had to get going.. Heard Harry styles was in? Tell him I said hi. I'm a HUGE fan, " Noah's heart was still racing as he sat beside Mason.He told his sister and him the story. "Why dont you just be you?" His sister said. "You are good looking." She whispeered. "Not his type goodlooking." Mason sighed. "WEll, he sucks if he can't see how cool you are." They were trying, but it didnt make him feel better. He wanted to be his type, he just knew he wasnt.

Remy: "You should have stayed for a drink," Remy replied, and couldn't help pouting at his phone a little. "Yes, he is in, and I'll be having a drink with him instead of you," he replied with a little tongue sticking out emoji. "You're going to have to do better than marshmellows to make it up to me."

Noah (Lucas): "marshmellows are pretty rad though? " He texted. He sent a sad face emoji. "Fine, have your drinks. I will have my pancakes. "He ordered pancakes. Mason was making a fort our of sugar packages. Briana was talking about her boyfriend. Noah was trying not to stare at his phone for a text from the very famous REmy.

Remy: "They are rad. Thank you, Romeo," he replied and pursed his lips. He was actively ignoring people now, but he didn't let it bother him. This was important. "You weren't even going to invite me for marshmellows? Maybe I should do the sad face."

Noah (Lucas): "Don't do sad faces. I feel like that would be my weakness." He teased. Was he flirting? Weirdly enough, was it working on Remy? He probably had a lot of flirting going on. Then again, he was busy at the bar. Too busy to be texting. He was gorgeous. "I was giving you a sneak peek tonight. I am actually kinda shy. " He said in a moer serious tone. "Did you have fun tonight? " He asked. "You make bartending look like art work. "

Remy: Remy tended to a few more customers and then went back to his phone and he looked down at hit, his heart leaping a little in his chest when he read the last one. "You were watching me?" he texted, and wondered how long he'd been here and he hadn't even noticed. "I suppose I should say thank you. For coming, even if you were too shy to say hi."

Noah (Lucas): "Is tht creepy to say yes? I didnt like.. stare and take odd photos." He texted. He looked at mason who had two straws under his top lip to do an impression of a walrus. He had such an amazing best friend, and he hated that he was using him for this. Mason didnt seem to mind. He even posed for a photo with his pancakes. "Send him taht one. " He sighed and sent him a photo of masn looking handsomely posed with a plate of pancakes. "Clearly, your bar was impressive but look at my minnie mouse pancakes."

Remy: It was slowing down at the club and Remy made himself a drink and sat at the end of the bar, pouring over his phone. "You should have taken a couple," Remy texted back. "I know I'm looking very good tonight. I made sure just in case you were coming." He sighed a second later when the photo came through. He was such an attractive man. And kind of adorable too, with his little pancakes. "I'm jealous."

Noah (Lucas): his sister grabbed his phone and took a photo of him. "Look how cute. If he cant love this, then he sucks." He flushed and erased his photo. "stop it."he hated how dumpy he looked in photos. He heard so many people say he was good looking in his own way. He was geting some attention he had been craving, and playing with this guys emotions. Mason was so cute and gorgeous. He remembered sending Remy a message as himself and it didnt work out. "He'd never talk to me if I was me." He sighed. His sister didnt understand it, and just quietly at her eggs, upset with her brother for not trying. Mason smiled and took a selfie with noah. "Alright, I took a couple of you. " He didnt send them, becasue that would have gave away where he sat. "How's harry styles?"

Remy: Remy knew he head to stop being such an introvert for the night and made himself put his phone away and go mingle, espeically with the VIP guests. He went and said hi, had a few shots with his special guests and then went back to the bar to see another message waiting for him. "Harry's fabulous, obviously. Doesn't get much better. Of course my msytery man could have hung around and seen for himself."

Noah (Lucas): blushed as they got up to leave. "Your mystery man? When did we become exclusive?" He teased. "I am more of a justin bieber fan. Harry was so last year." He teased as he got into his car. His sister still upset. "Youa re good looking, Noah. I wish you'd see that. Stop taling to jerks." Noah sighed. This is why he wanted mason to just come alone. "He's not a jerk.He's .. more than that." She rolled ehr eyes. "An asshole?" He wished he could go to the bar and have a drink with him, but he couldnt. "Do you ever feel like you know a lot of people, but still feel so alone? Ism't it weird how that is? Did I get deep on you, sorry.. It's what happens to me after 1 am. I should bid you a good night now.. before I start asking about the universe."

Remy: "I can't talk to you anymore. I am not a Belieber," Remy replied, laughing brightly. One of the other bartenders gave him a werid look and he flushed a little, taking his phone and his drink and going into the back. When he got settled he saw another text and it was beyond just simple flirting and Remy bit his lower lip and looked at it for a moment. "Everyone thinks they know me, but no one really does. I think everyone feels alone from time to time."

Noah (Lucas): "I know what you mean. Sort of. I am not famous or anything. I work at a desk. I have a lot of co worker friends.. and a best friend. He has his life though, you know? " He sent a text. "Well, you don't know. " He heard his sister go on about love and looknig beyond looks. "I know." She meant well.. She did. Mason was asleep in the back seat. "I'm almost home. Do you get to go home soon?"

Remy: Remy looked down at his phone and gave it a small smile, biting into his lower lip as he looked down at his phone. "I know everyone but I don't really have anyone I'd call a best friend," Remy replied eventually. "It's why I pick up people on instagram, I guess," he added. "Soon. But don't wait up for me, Romeo. Get your beauty sleep."

Noah (Lucas): smiled softly. "I have a few minutes. I am not sleepy yet." He went to his room, which had bunk beds, mostly because Mason was over so much and slept in them, and because he wanted them. His sister and him use to share them, before she hit pubperty and wanted her own place. She was going to stay with mom tonight anyway. His spare room was just filled with junk he got at comic cons. "Let me know when you got home safe, juliet.. " He knew it was a bit too romantic? He just worried. Was his sister right, should he expose himself? would he think he was handsome or just laugh/ He was scared of the latter. Mason said he was good looking, why didnt he believe him though. Mason went up to sleep on the top bunk.

Remy: Remy smiled. "Well, I have the club to close up its going to be another hour for me. And then I'll get my beauty sleep all morning," he said smiling. He tucked his phone away and started seeing to the closing procedures and one by one sent the staff home as tasks were complete before pouring one final drink for himself and calling his Uber home. "Juliet is back in her tower," he replied when he got in, and then took a quick shower before climbing into bed. "Safe and sound and ready to sleep tight."

Noah (Lucas): went online to play Diablo for a little bit. He was trying to get sleepy. He saw the text. "Good night, fare maiden. may you dreams be as beautiful as your cocktail skills." He bit his lower lip and set his phone down. He turned off his computer and went to lay on the bottom bunk. He set his phone under his pillow and went to sleep.

Remy: Remy stayed up long enough to see a reply from Lucas and texted back a quick "xo" before slipping under the covers and going to sleep himself. He'd had a long day and with this new strange and exciting thing in his life, he went to be looking forward to the next day for the first time in a long time.

Noah (Lucas): woke up the next morning to Mason singing. He smiled and started to sing along. They both had good voices. That went well together. It's how they met. In a boy's show choir way back in 5th grade. He saw the xo text and wondered if he should textback? Was 11 am too early? He sighed and sent him a text. "Good morning. I have a major pancake hang over. Hope you have a better day." He and mason were getting ready to go to the flea market for no other reason but to treasure hunt as they would call it.

#partttt 1 #haha

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Day 5 Leo Carillo to Santa Barbara

The first night camping was enjoyable, it its going to take a while to get used to sleeping on the pad though. I feel like I adjust and rollover every hour when I sleep like that. What I would give to be able to sleep on my back for 8 hours, like a Vampire. I wonder if animals that hibernate move around during that time? When I woke up my campmates were gone, except the squirls, the brave and determined animals that run that place! One of them hauled off two bananas from the table and had one open and was eating before I looked up from packing away my tent and realized. It’s hard to be too mad at squirrels but these sure push you to your limits. I got camp packed away quickly then had time for a quick yoga flow before I took off. Breakfast consisted of a roll, some jerky, a granola bar and i didn’t make a protein shake because I didn’t know how far it would be to more drinking water, which was limited. Riding out of the camp was pretty desolate, there was nothing for a while except more hill climbs followed by gorgeous views on the backsides. Eventually I hit a T in the road and had to turn right under the highway after which I saw a Pacific Coast Trail sign right below the freeway entrance sign. Not what you expect; I peddled half way up it, realized I was getting on a major highway and then double backed because it felt so wrong. It turned out not to be so I got on and rode on the shoulder of I-101 for one exit, not so bad. Up the exit ramp, left turn over the highway and drop in on Hueneme rd that takes you into Oxnard. Here I had the highlight of the day, stealing strawberries at the berry fields. Miles and miles of strawberries, I was reminded of the essay I read in the Refer Madness book years ago about the migrant workers who pick the berries and make them available to fulfill our expectations in the grocery store. I saw them working, hunched over picking berries, and considered so many aspects of our economy of labor, food supply, taking it for granted and the heart breaking lack of compassion and appreciation for the immigrant and migrant worker that makes our happy spoiled American life possible. I probably ate a pound of fresh strawberries as I rode down that road, it was at least enough to satiate my hunger for a while, and thirst, it’s really a nice trick on your senses to satisfy your thirst with all the water in fruit. At the end of the road as you get to Oxnard is the Naval Construction Battalion Center Port Hueneme. It had a couple jets, which is common, on display but also several missiles ranging in size and “effectiveness” I’m sure, a typical military show of force, or power, or machismo. The little boy in me thinks “COOL” but the rest of me has very mixed feelings about glorifying our ability to create so much destruction. I stopped for the first time at a fast food joint, a Wendy’s, and had a burger and a chicken sandwich, It doesn’t feel as bad for me when I burn it all off immediately in the following few hours, not ideal but cheap and highly caloric. Then on to Ventura, Dulah and several other beaches that all seemed to welcome RV’s to park and spend the days there. It was full of campers parallel parked for miles at a time. This was the first day that I had to full head wind experience, it was ruff at times. In places I normally would have been traveling 17 mph it was hard to keep up 13. They warned me this was the case traveling north, I knew it, I just hadn’t seen it yet, but now I know, woohoo!

There was a strong marine layer for most of the day giving me and my thighs a good break from the sun. It’s really great having the arm sleeves and gloves to protect from the sun, watching how dark the tops of my thighs are getting is telling of how important it is to have protection. I wish I had some three quarter link leggings. That would be a valuable part of a touring kit. I never thought I’d say I wish I had some capri’s….. but putting on sunscreen makes so much road dirt stick to you. It reminds me of how dirty your front wheels get driving a car, That’s your legs on bike over 60 miles. A few different times I started to notice the bike felt pretty wobbly, If I stood up I noticed so much sway in the back that I knew something was up. I stopped in Carpinteria for a big salad to counter act the Wendy’s and inspect my bike. I had a great local IPA as well, there’s something so delicious about a cold one during a bike ride, like you have really earned it! It was the perfect refreshment for disassembling my gear and figuring out what was up. It was the quick release axels, they had both loosened up, the rear one a lot, the wheel was wobbing so much back and forth it’s a miracle I stopped before anything went wrong.

Another 15 miles from there to Santa Barbara. I rode up the main road called State St, full of shopping, it was a nice slight up hill to finish the day with. I needed some inspiration for the final leg so I put on one of my favorite albums, Albert King and Stevie Ray Vaughn. Such a blues classic and the high energy of those guitars kept me going. My legs were shot, it took a real effort to have them pedal like normal, the exhaustion of 5 days was really getting to me and they were simply not outputting like before. When I made it to John and Jill’s beautiful new home my old friend, Bella the dog, who used to be Ella Blue’s best friend back in Brooklyn greeted me from the porch with her new partner in crime, Milo. He looks like he could be here daughter, also a pit mix, he’s a soft tan brindle with the same sweet pale yellow eyes. Bella and I had a long over due reunion and I believe she remembered me, it was sweet and made me feel good, and miss my puppy of course. Mia and Bodie were babies when I saw them last and now they are full on people, little ones, yes, but each full of personality and things to say, and each so beautiful! As with all good friends it was like no time had passed at all, even though so much has and there is very little in my life that’s the same as it was last we saw each other. Jill and John seem happier than ever being out here, close to family and the beach and having enough space for being a family. Mia is excited about the garden and the dogs have a huge back yard, I’m so happy for my friends to be living life so right! Their friend Kate came over to help Jill with things for her photo shoot the following day for Apartementtherapy.com and we all ended up hanging out. She happens to be a massage therapist, was really into my adventure and wanted to help so she offered her craft and gave me a much needed short Thai massage, my trail angel for sure! Maintaining these legs during all this work is quite a high task, they literally fell swollen, they are. Kate did a bunch of foot message too which was amazing because I could feel the work she was doing there resonate through out all of my legs and back. I had a beer with John then hit the sack. This morning there was a lot to do to get ready for the photo shoot of the house, Jill is and was an interior designer. They bought this house gutted, so it was designed and built inside from scratch, It’s so amazing. After my yoga this morning I saw her sweeping the porch, knew she had better things to do so I grabbed the broom and didn’t stop helping clean for a couple hours, the giant windows in the living room are spotless too, it was a meditation, and allowed me to procrastinate getting back on the bike. I am glad that I did because I realized how much I needed rest and after speaking with John, who is the most advanced personal trainer and body guru that I know, decided to actually take a days rest. Better now than when it’s too late. Another friend, Jenny, that was here this morning helping connected me with Michelle in Orcutt, CA because my warmshowers.com host had to cancel on me last minute. So had I not stayed and served I would have been riding north right now, going too hard on my legs with no place in mind to stay. Instead, because of the wonderful people I keep seeing on my journey I have a safe plan, a new friend to meet that will host me for a night and an opportunity to give back to those I love when they were in need. Life sure does know how to work itself out!

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