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dinosaurtsukki · 4 years ago

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more random bsd hc’s that exist in my head

a/n: obviously can’t get enough of these so have some more. also this will be centered on the guild, the doa and the hunting dogs

check out pt. 1 here

fitzgerald likes being the ‘good boss’ to do the guild members and saying all those stereotypical ‘we’re not just an organization, we’re a family’ lines

will 100% host company dinners at least once a week and steinbeck hates them but fitzgerald’s like ‘if you don’t come, you’re fired :D’

louisa writes an entire strategy for how she’s going to maneuver these dinners because she’s anxious also she knows that there’s a good chance things won’t go super well

and she’s right because they’re DISASTROUS and everything went downhill right after lovecraft ate an entire chicken leg, bones and all, with everyone just staring in horror

mark slingshots mashed potatoes at lucy when she’s not looking so she drags them both off to anne’s room and returns with mark shaking and rocking back and forth

poe isn’t touching anything while karl is eating enough for the two of them and melville is just sitting there, smoking,,,

nathaniel and mitchell are probs the only normal people there

fitzgerald is oblivious to the disaster and is just like ‘isn’t this nice? us eating together?’

and then steinbeck looks him dead in the eye and goes ‘i’d rather eat the rich’

*cue kill bill sirens*

louisa prays to god that there won’t be another company dinner but after a week all of them are gathered at a table again for even more chaos to ensue

mark twain is ofc the resident prankster and he LOVES to mess with nathaniel by stealing his glasses or putting his bible in jell-o

okay but one time he sent steinbeck a ‘monopoly’ board game with ‘from fitzgerald’ written on it and more chaos ensued and twain had to eventually turn himself in

lovecraft sleeps in a full bathtub of water and it looks creepy but he’ll literally sleep forever so everyone in the guild takes turns waking up because none of them want to

now let’s move on to the decay of angels (ok this is mostly fyodor, gogol, and sigma cause i have favorites)

before sigma became the manager of the sky casino he was mostly with fyodor and gogol and he can already say he’s spent more time with them than he would like

fyodor was always busy working on his plans so it was up to gogol to give sigma an education on well, the normal life

the thing is gogol does slip in some lies every now and then like how everyone normally wears crocs so sigma just stops believing him altogether

he ends up educating himself by watching documentaries and... REALITY TV SHOWS

eventually he learns that reality tv shows are very far from reality but sigma just can’t get enough of the bachelorette and still watches when he has days off

gogol sometimes forgets to keep track of the things he stores in his cape. one time fyodor asked if he had brought the USB of info he needed and gogol ended up pulling a twenty-meter scarf, a few balloons, a yoga mat, and a ‘number one boss’ mug that he was supposed to give him

fyodor barely takes care of his health so he takes a lot of vitamins and supplements (especially iron ones) but he just fucking dry-swallows a whole bunch of those pills

like, man doesn’t have the time when he’s busy hacking into a secret government organization

gogol’s just watching fyodor dry-swallow five capsules with a FULL GLASS OF WATER IN HIS HANDS that he’s ABOUT TO GIVE TO HIM

gogol: wow! you must have a really moist and wide throat dos-kun!

fyodor: *swallowing experimentally* yeah, i guess it is quite moist

sigma, watching the entire thing: please stop this conversation

hunting dogs tiiiime !! (none for fukuchi tho cause i don’t like him :P)

i feel like they all stay in a dorm together (except for tachihara when he’s on missions) and it’s quite chaotic

the kitchen always smells really funky because of tecchou’s cooking of course that teruko and jouno end up ordering take-out a lot

whenever tachihara comes the four of them play mahjong a lot (because it’s something jouno can play) but tecchou always forgets the rules

although jouno always wins so they make him wear earplugs to level out the playing field a bit

teruko eats a lot, like A LOT. sometimes they just go out and find a restaurant that does these ‘eat 20 bowls of ramen and win x’ for her meal

because of that she wins quite a lot of random things that she doesn’t really need like huge plushies or spa coupons but she keeps them as trophies

tecchou is actually really good at pool, like with hitting the balls right where he wants them too, but he doesn’t understand the rules

he keeps trying to hit all the balls into all the holes which frustrates jouno so much

jouno likes listening to horror podcasts and he always has such a peaceful expression on his face while listening to voice actors screaming their heads off

it’s,,, quite a surprise for everyone when he accidentally connects to the bluetooth speaker downstairs

before tachihara went undercover for the mafia he spent a bunch of time binge-watching mafia movies with everyone to try and study how he should act around the mafia members

he also thought teruko was a lost child when he first joined the hunting dogs and nobody corrected him because it was too funny

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daymansbingerecapsandrankings · 3 years ago

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(Originally written on October 8, 2020)

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My How I Met Your Mother Thoughts

I just spent the last nine seasons in New York with the gang that spends all their time in MacLaren’s Pub. SELF FIVE! I have to say, this binge of How I Met Your Mother brought me so much happiness. I started watching this show for the first time back in high school, and I ended up watching the last six seasons as they aired. I remember loving this group of characters, and now I am reminded why. There’s so much chemistry between the five, and it makes for one of my favorite Comedies/Sitcoms of all time. If you’ve read any of my previous Show Thoughts, then you know I’ve been watching several over the course of this lovely Pandemic That Will Just Keep Going. After this rewatch, I’ve decided HIMYM is my third favorite Comedy/Sitcom, right after Boy Meets World and Scrubs.

Now, I know that the Finale is infamous. It’s in the Mount Rushmore of Terrible Endings, and people end up getting a sour taste in their mouth when they bring up the show. Well, it’s been some years. There’s been time to reflect and look back. And, while I’m not in favor of the Finale, I also don’t hate it anymore with the passion of a thousand suns. I just loved watching and growing with the gang, seeing them experience their highs and their lows, their triumphs and their failures. It just hits harder as an adult, like most of these shows assuredly do, and I cherish so many of these episodes and moments.

And now, my rankings for the seasons!

Seasons Rankings

1. Season One

2. Season Four

3. Season Two

4. Season Six

5. Season Eight

6. Season Five

7. Season Three

8. Season Seven

9. Season Nine

My rankings for the girlfriends, purely on how much I like them as a character

The Girlfriends Rankings

1. Robin

2. Tracy

3. Victoria

4. Zoey

5. Stella

6. Jeannette

And now, a ranking of my favorite episodes. From 1-50, these are the ones that stand out above the rest. I consider every single one of these enjoyable.

Favorite Episodes

1. Slap Bet (S2E9)

2. Come On (S1E22)

3. The Limo (S1E11)

4. The Best Burger in New York (S4E2)

5. Ten Sessions (S3E13)

6. The Pineapple Incident (S1E10)

7. Bachelor Party (S2E19)

8. Game Night (S1E15)

9. Oh, Honey (S6E15)

10. Glitter (S6E9)

11. The Duel (S1E8)

12. The Pilot (S1E1)

13. Arriverdverci, Fierro (S2E17)

14. The Over-Correction (S8E10)

15. How Your Mother Met Me (S916)

16. Intervention (S4E4)

17. The Magician’s Code, Part II (S7E24)

18. The Autumn of Break-Ups (S8E5)

19. The Ducky Tie (S7E3)

20. The Best Man (S7E1)

21. The Leap (S4E24)

22. Blitzgiving (S6E10)

23. Three Days of Snow (S4E13)

24. The Scorpion & The Toad (S2E2)

25. Bass Player Wanted (S9E13)

26. The Final Page, Part 2 (S8E12)

27. Duel Citizenship (S5E5)

28. Happily Ever After (S4E6)

29. Farhampton (S8E1)

30. Bro Mitzvah (S8E22)

31. Robin 101 (S5E3)

32. The Magician’s Code, Part I (S7E23)

33. Last Words (S6E14)

34. The Playbook (S5E8)

35. The Time Travelers (S8E20)

36. Splitsville (S8E6)

37. Subway Wars (S6E4)

38. Showdown (S2E20)

39. Drumroll, Please (S1E13)

40. Front Porch (S4E17)

41. Twin Bed (S5E21)

42. Who Wants to be a Godparent? (S8E4)

43. Girls vs. Suits (S5E12)

44. Something Borrowed (S2E21)

45. As Fast As She Can (S4E23)

46. The Wedding Bride (S5E23)

47. The Bracket (S3E14)

48. The Sexless Innkeeper (S5E4)

49. Third Wheel (S3E3)

50. Spoiler Alert (S3E8)

And now, just some thoughts on the show and on the gang!

Ted - I know people don’t like Ted. I don’t actually like Ted all that much. And yet, I found myself rooting for Ted just like I did the first go around. He’s not the worst person in the world, and I would be scared to see half of the decisions we’ve made in the dating game stringed together into a TV show. I know people wouldn’t like me very much for those decisions. Then again, I also don’t get super crazy about details about buildings, I don’t pronounce encyclopedia that way, and he tends to stick his foot in his mouth with this White Man confidence that I just don’t have. With all that being said, I still find Ted being a great friend, a man who is just trying to find the love of his life, and someone who really drives this story with great tales and narration (Bob Saget is the Sixth Man of the Show for just always bringing it). I think Ted does stupid things and he pretty much admits it after the fact. He learns, sometimes, and also doesn’t much like most of us. When he finally found the Mother, when he finally found Tracy, I cared. I cared so much, and I still do. Even though they just shit on her character and don’t give us enough time with her, I almost wonder if that’s a metaphor for the fact that you won’t always have enough time with your loved ones.

Robin - Let’s go to the mall! Yeah! Robin Sparkles is a Canadian Treasure, and so is Robin Scherbatsky. She is one of the best things about this show, and I love her so. Played by Cobie Smulders who I need to see in more stuff, Robin is who we all wanted Ted to maybe be with first. Then we go through all the loops of the HIMYM roller coaster, and a lot of us still wanted them to be together. I was one of them. Yet, she was more than just a romantic plot line for Ted. She was a part of the group who we got to see join it and evolve into a member of their family organically. Robin is fun, loud, full of fun quirks that we get to learn over the course of the series. I was heartbroken when we found out she can’t have children. I was loving the back and forth between her and Barney (the first time), and kind of mad at Barney about being such a crazy ass prankster the second time. Robin shows us just how amazing some gun loving, hockey obsessed Canadian news anchor can be, and how much she cares for her friends.

Lily - Justice Aldrin ends up being one of my favorite characters, even if that gets some curious looks. Yeah, she left Marshall for a summer. Yeah, she had some hesitancy with the marriage and everything. That happens. Lily was also always there for her friends, even if she ends up going a little overboard. She wants Ted to find happiness, and does whatever she can to help. She is there to listen to Robin at all times, and her and Marshall are easily one of the best relationships in TV I’ve ever witnessed. Then we have Lily and Barney which is honestly super underrated. Barney trusts Lily, even though she can’t keep a secret, with all of his emotional problems. Lily is who thought Barney could change before anyone else, and I love seeing their friendship grow from eye rolls to eye tears.

Barney - Oh, Barney. He honestly brings so much annoyance and fun to the show. He’s the friend of the gang who everyone tolerates. He’s the one in the gang who everyone ends up loving just as much as everyone else. Barney shows such a terrible face to the world, sleeping with over 250 women and lying to most of them. He has all these rules that aren’t very ethical. He gives us most of the Misogynism in this show, which is definitely prevalent and makes the show not as strong as it was in the first watch. Still, we get to see Barney grow into someone who wants real love and a happy life. Sure, they show us that his marriage to Robin only lasts three years, but at least they tried. Barney just couldn’t make it work, and that’s honestly who Barney really is. A person who just enjoys sleeping with different people. I was very warmed to see the baby reveal and that Barney becoming a dad was what would change him more than anything. Barney is an underrated friend, and his importance to the gang is legendary.

Marshall - I. Love. Big Fudge. He’s just so fun, caring, goofy, loyal, and everything that I aspire to be in life. For some reason, when watching the show the first time, I related to Ted the most. I was definitely a bit more selfish then. But now, I see that I am a Marshall. He wants to do good in the world, and it drives him so much. He only loves Lily, and his loyalty to their relationship is just Goals. He is also the most fun to watch having a crisis. He gets the big eyes and covers his mouth and just gets obviously super uncomfortable. Some of my favorite moments of the show are also Marshall’s talks with Ted about his feelings for Robin. Any one-on-ones with Marshall and someone else are probably my favorite moments. And yes, I will always root for him over those damn machines!

Last Thoughts:

Sure, the writing wasn’t as sharp or as witty in the later seasons, but I loved the story lines and seeing the gang just live.

Tracy was an amazing character as The Mother, and I truly wonder what could have been if they had given us two full seasons of story with her instead of any episodes of Jeannette.

I really can’t believe Ted told his kids all those stories. A fun premise for a show, but really, not very realistic telling them all that jazz.

Ranjit and Carl are such fun recurring characters that I always enjoyed seeing every time they popped up.

Out of all the recurring jokes and gags, which there are many (y’all said Community has so many, but HIMYM really swings for it), I love the Major/General salute joke. Idk if I just didn’t care for it the first time around or forgot about it, but I just love how silly it is and how they kept it through to the very last episode.

Watching the gang sit at their table in MacLaren’s just hanging out will always make me smile.

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myhockeyworld87 · 5 years ago

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Nervous Regrets - Tyler Seguin - Part 13

Word Count: 3089

POV: Reader

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, Oral, sex, cursing

Notes: Finally the smut you’ve been waiting for, or at least I have...haha! Hope you enjoy! As always love your feedback. Peace, Love and Hugs!

It was exactly day twelve that you finally woke up pain free, no headache, no soreness, absolutely nothing; you felt like a million dollars. The only problem was, there was no one to celebrate with except the dogs. Tyler was away on a road trip; which wouldn’t see him home for another five days. He had not been happy about leaving you alone for eight days, and had tried to con you into going to stay with your parents; or have them come up to stay with you. In the end he relented, since your friends would be here on and off the whole time; which they were. However, since it was seven o’clock in the morning and most of them were getting ready for work; you were left on your own.

So, instead you got up and went about your day, feeding the dogs and making yourself breakfast. It was the same routine you’d done the last three days without Tyler. Usually, you’d head over to the couch and binge watch television; but it was slowly driving you insane. It wasn’t like you could even start to pack up the house for the move which would take place in a few days; since Tyler had already hired a company to do that. Maybe you needed some retail therapy, but you still weren’t cleared to drive. Hopefully that would change tomorrow, after you saw your doctor for a checkup. Wandering into the office you sat down at the hardwood desk, realizing it didn’t match your new home at all; it hadn’t been what you originally wanted to shop for, but it was a start.

Over the next couple hours, you combed website after website purchasing some new furniture and fixtures for the home you’d be moving into shortly; one thing in particular caught your attention though, cribs. There were so many to choose from. There were small round ones, ones that converted to a toddler bed later, white ones, hardwood ones, the list went on and on. You really needed to start buying stuff for your little one. It was a shame that you weren’t feeling well, when Tyler’s family was here; for you knew they were all dying to go baby shopping. They would all be back in Dallas shortly, so you’d just have to make up for it then.

You really hadn’t made any decisions about which room would be the baby’s in the new house; so furniture buying was out of the picture for today. Besides, you kind of thought Tyler might want to help with that. So, instead you started shopping for small items you knew you were going to need; all gender neutral of course. In no time, you had the online cart filled with pacifiers, swaddling blankets and cute little onesies; that’s when you heard your phone ring.

“Hey Ty, How’s your morning?”

“Morning? Babe it’s one o’clock in the afternoon. Are you feeling worse or something? Or have you been sleeping all morning?” You could hear the concern in his voice.

Time must have really gotten away from you, had you really spent the last four hours or more on the computer? “Actually, I feel fantastic. It’s the first time I literally haven’t had any pain at all, anywhere; not even a headache.”

“Oh, so you must have been watching our favorite show without me then, that you lost track of time.”

The two of you had decided to re-watch all of the Game of Thrones episodes before the final season came out; you swore to him before he left that you wouldn’t watch any without him. “No, I’m not watching G of T. I was doing some online shopping.”

You could hear him groan through the phone, yet still he chuckled when he spoke; “I’m surprised the credit card company hasn’t called to tell me I’m over my limit.”

“Oh stop, I didn’t even use your card. I have my own money you know.”

“I’m just teasing you. You know I don’t care if you use the credit card; that’s why I got one in your name too.” It was in your purse, and you never used it. He had originally given it to you when you moved in the first time; and had offered it back, now that you were together again. Even back then, you’d only used it sparingly; it just didn’t feel right.

“I know you don’t care; but you also know how I feel about it.”

He sighed heavily; it was an issue the two of you always had. “(Y/N) I wish you would just use it, but I’m willing not to argue about it; for now.” Well at least your headache wasn’t going to come back. “So, tell me what are you buying that has you losing all track of time.”

“Well it started with a desk for the new house, which lead to a new chair, and then I saw the most gorgeous bedding set for our bed, so I had to buy that. Then right before you called, I was just about to get some stuff for the baby.”

“Woah, that’s a lot of stuff. What did you buy for the baby? Nothing important, I hope.” There was disappointment in his voice, and you immediately felt guilty.

“No, it was just some small things, bottles and stuff like that. I looked at cribs and stuff, but wanted to wait for you. Maybe when you come home, we can go shopping together and look at things.”

His voice perked up, as he said; “Yeah, I’d really like that. Though I should confess I bought the baby something as well.”

“Really, what?”

This was unexpected, and had definitely piqued your curiosity. “Nothing major, just this cute little stuffed animal I saw.”

“Awww I can’t wait to see it. I really miss you.”

It was Tyler’s turn to sound surprised, “really?”

“Of course, I’m so bored here.” While that was true, you also missed the way his skin smelled when he came out of the shower; grown accustom to him holding you at night and the soft sweet little kisses he gave during the day. Those thoughts of him now, made you long for his touch. Though his voice pulled you out of your daydreams.

“Oh, so you only miss me because you’re bored huh? It’s what every boyfriend wants to hear.”

You let a flirtatious tone take over your voice. “Well, I might miss you for other reasons.”

“Mmmm, such as.”

“Well…I miss the way your lips feel on mine when you kiss me.” His breathing hitched up, and so you continued; “And the way your body feels when it’s pressed up against me at night. Your leg wrapped over mine.”

“Yeah….anything else you miss.” You knew he was getting turned on; the fact that it was doing the same to you only made you keep going.

“I miss the way your hands roam over my body, and how they caress my breasts.” Leaning back in the chair you abandoned the computer; giving your full attention to thoughts of Tyler. “I miss running my hands down your chest, until I can feel the hard length of your cock in my hand.” A moan escaped his lips, and you knew he was touching himself. “I miss sliding my hand up and down your shaft.”

“Fuck, (Y/N) I miss you so damn much.”

“I want you so bad Ty. I need to feel you inside me.”

He must have had you on speaker, because you heard a knock in the distance. “Go away…sorry babe, I didn’t mean you. I meant whoever is at the door. Keep going.” The knock came back again. “Fuck” There was mumbling in the background. “I’ll be there in a minute. Babe, I gotta go, team meeting or some bullshit. I’m so sorry.”

Chuckling, you said back, “No need to be sorry, we can pick this up when you’re home and I can show you instead of telling you.”

“Stop, you’re not helping,” to which you only laughed more. “I’ll call you after the game. I love you.”

“Love you too.” Hanging up the phone you realized these next 5 days were going to be longer than you originally thought.

However, it ended up not being so bad. On Friday, you were cleared by the doctor to resume normal activities; though it was a bit awkward asking if sex could be included in those daily actions. Weeks ago, when the doctor first brought it up, you hadn’t foreseen you and Tyler progressing that far in your relationship. Now you couldn’t think about anything but that. So when the doctor said he saw no problem with you resuming sexual activity; you couldn’t wait until Tyler got home.

Saturday, your friends came over and you all had a girl’s night; minus the alcohol for you of course. It was great to just laugh, talk and hang out with them. Sunday you took the dogs for a nice long walk, which had you feeling completely amazing; so, you took them over to your apartment and packed the rest of your things. Admittedly, you might have overdone it; as you were a bit sluggish on Monday. While you had good intentions of heading back to work; you decided to take the extra week they had given you off, and simply work from home. It actually gave you a chance to get caught up on things without any interruptions.

You were just finishing up a conference call with your boss, when Tyler came home the next day; Gerry and Marshall running out to greet him. Ever your faithful sidekick these days, Cash stayed with you in the office. “(Y/N), babe, where you at?”

“I’m in the office, just finishing up an email.” He was leaning against the doorframe when you finally looked up from the computer; dressed in a dark charcoal gray suit, with a black shirt unbuttoned at the neck. His hair perfectly slicked back taming the riot of curls on his head; he looked like he just stepped out of a GQ magazine. A small smile played across his lips. “There’s my girl. God, I missed you.”

Before you knew what was happening, you were out of the chair and in his arms; legs wrapping around him as he lifted you up. “I missed you more.” Your lips crushed down on his, in a searing kiss that stole your breath away. You gave yourself over to him, letting his tongue wander inside your mouth before yours joined in. Sliding your hands up, you let them roam through his perfectly combed hair. It was as if you couldn’t get enough of him. For the last two weeks, you’d either laid beside his half naked body or talked to him on the phone; as you fantasized about this moment. It had been entirely too long since the two of you had been like this, and now that he was here in the flesh with you; you saw no reason to deny yourselves any longer. You broke your mouth free from his, breathing harshly; “take me to bed Ty. I need you.”

It was all you had to say, the next minute you knew, his lips were back on yours; as he carried you back to the bedroom. He shut the door behind you, locking both the dogs and the world outside. Gently he laid you down on the mattress, his body coming on top of yours. Reaching up you slid the expensive suit coat, off his shoulders. His mouth rained kisses down your neck, as his calloused hands reached the hem of your shirt to glide it up your body, and remove it. He looked down at you then, soft brown eyes burrowing into yours. “Are you ok to do this?”

Your hands fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, as you answered; “yes, the doctor said its fine.” You could see his eyes searching, he was hesitant to go further; thinking he would hurt you or the baby. “Ty, I’m fine. I’ll tell you if something doesn’t feel right.” He seemed to accept that answer, for he replaced your hands and threw his shirt off with ease. Snaking your hands around his neck, you brought his mouth to yours kissing him feverishly. His hand wandered down to your breast, where his thumb brushed against your nipple; a soft moan escaped your lips. His mouth replaced his fingers as he sucked the tight peak through the thin fabric of your bra; wetness pooled in your pussy with every lap of his tongue. “Mmmm…Ty…that feels so good.” Shifting, he went and gave your other breast the same attention. The moment his mouth touched you, your hips bucked up against him.

He rolled your bodies so you were on top of him, his hands skimming along your side; as you reached down and undid his belt. “God, baby you are so beautiful.” You leaned down and captured his lips again, while he unfastened your bra; the garment drooping off your shoulders. Slowly he pushed you up, so he could worship your breasts; flicking his tongue over your nipple. You grinded your hips against his thigh seeking some sort of friction to the tension that was building within you. Running your hands down from his chest, you moved toward the flap of his pants, wanting to feel his hard length in your palm. He sucked in a harsh breath when you cupped his balls through his boxers, feeling his cock harden even more.

He flipped you on your back, before you could do anything more. Kissing his way down your body, his hands slowly pushed at your leggings to remove them; you lifted your hips to assist him. His mouth paused when he was at your tummy; a small baby bump had formed in the few days he’d been gone. He reverently placed a kiss there, then looked up into your eyes. “When did this happen?”

Suddenly you were self-conscious. “A few days ago.” You tried to pull him back up to you; but he couldn’t be budged.

He kissed your belly again, then began to caress it. “Damn (Y/N) this is so sexy. I have never wanted you more than I do right now.” You released a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. He continued to worship you with his mouth, kissing your pussy through your panties; as he slid them slowly off your body. You moaned, the sound echoing through the bedroom. His finger slid between your folds, “Fuck, you’re so wet babe.”

His thumb found your clit, you practically jumped off the bed from the sensation. “Ty!” The next thing you knew, his mouth was on your hot little nub; flicking it with his tongue. You arched your back, seeking more. Hands threading his hair, you tugged him closer to your core. He slid a single finger inside you, making a come here motion with it. Your head thrashed against the bed, it was too much and he’d barely touched you. You could feel the orgasm building inside you; legs starting to shake as it built. Your body felt on fire, and with one hard suck on your clit from Tyler; the orgasm hit with full force. “Tyler” you screamed out as waves of pleasure washed over you. He held your hips down with his free hand, as his finger pumped in and out of you; milking the orgasm from your body.

He raised his head, “You ok baby?”

You smiled, “Mmmm, yes.” He kissed the inside of your thigh, nipping lightly at the skin there; as he made his way back up your body. He discarded his pants and boxers in the process, so that both of you were naked. You raked your nails along his back, and he hissed out his pleasure. He kissed you, and you could taste your essence on his lips. Cock in his hand, he ran it along your length; coating it with your wetness. Placing it at your entrance, he stilled; not moving, as he ravished your mouth with his. With one swift thrust, he was fully engulfed in you.

Your body shivered, and he looked down with questioning eyes. Lifting your hips, you urged him to move, yet it wasn’t the verbal confirmation he wanted. “Please Ty, I need….”

“What do you need baby?” A small smirk crossed his lips.

“You….Ty…I need you.” Only then did he start to move inside you. Slowly, thrusting in and out of your pussy; as the two of you built a rhythm. Your hips moving up to meet each of his thrusts. He bent down capturing a hard nipple in his mouth, and you groaned in pleasure. You wrapped a leg around his waist, changing the angle and letting him push deeper inside you.

“Fuck (Y/N) I can’t last much longer.” You reached between your bodies and found your clit, stroking it in a way that had you on edge in minutes. He started to tense, his thrusts becoming faster and shorter. You applied a little more pressure to your clit, sending your body over the edge as the orgasm hit. Your pussy contracting around his cock. With one last hard thrust he pushed deep inside you and came. Both of you screaming out the other’s name. He collapsed on top of you, and immediately you tighten your arms around him, not wanting to move. Ty tried to roll over, but you wouldn’t let him. “I’m gonna crush you.”

“I like to feel you on top of me.” He kissed your forehead, then your lips; sliding his hands underneath you, so he could roll you with ease now. “Not fair, you protested.” So he rolled you both on your sides.

“Better?” you nodded. “Are you ok? I didn’t hurt you did I?”

You giggled, “No Ty, you didn’t hurt me. I feel amazing.”

“Mmmm me too.” He reached down and brought the covers around both of you. “Sleep.”

“It’s the middle of the afternoon?”

“Mmmm I know. And I’ve just thoroughly made love to you, I think we both need a nap. Then we’ll go for round two.”

Snuggling into his chest, you said, “Round two huh? I think I like that idea.” His hand lightly skated up and down your back; and in no time you found your eyes getting heavy as you relaxed into his embrace. It was as if all the pieces of your life were finally back together.

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timetravelingheart · 5 years ago

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Consequences Chapter Two: A.M. Imagine

Mitch and Auston had been friends for nearly five years now. They roomed together on the road, hung out at each other’s places on off days, carpooled to the arena together on game days, vacationed together on by-weeks and summer holidays, and even spent holidays with each other’s families once in a while.

There was very little by now that they did not know about each other. From their favourite pizza toppings and last Netflix binge-watch to future fears and childhood memories, these boys tended to share everything with one another.

So it came as a surprise to Mitch as he sat in the driver’s seat next to Auston that his best friend was, for lack of a better word, fidgety. In the short ten minutes that they had been in the car together, Auston had opened and closed the same 5 apps on his phone at least 10 times, started typing texts but never sent them, spun his phone in his hands, tossed it from one hand to the other, changed the radio station 4 times only to go back to the original station, and was essentially making Mitch’s car feel like it was enduring an earthquake with the speed and force his left leg was bouncing up and down.

“So,” Mitch hesitantly started, stifling a laugh at Auston’s little jump of surprise at the noise, as if only now remembering he had company. “Nervous to see Tessa tonight?”

“No,” Auston denied, a little too forcefully. “What would make you think that?”

Mitch simply shrugged and then reached over and clamped a hand on Auston’s bouncing leg, forcing it to stop.

“Fine, whatever,” Auston shrugged, trying to pretend that it was nothing important. “I just get the vibe that we made her uncomfortable by saying we’d show up the same club as her friend’s party.”

“Tessa seems pretty cool though. And her friend seemed excited that we were joining.”

Auston said nothing. So Mitch tried again.

“Are you sure this isn’t because she turned you down the other day?”

When Auston went to deny, Mitch leveled him with a knowing look. Auston relented.

“It’s not even that she said no - she didn’t even remotely think about it or give a reason. Just...’no’“.

“But didn’t she say it was because she didn’t want to?”

“Sure, sure,” Auston waved his hand dismissively. “But that’s not a reason. Not a clear one, at least.”

“It sounds pretty clear to me, man. Maybe she has other things going on, or she’s dating someone else?”

“How did you know she would say no?”

“What?” Mitch turned back to him, confused.

“That day. You said you didn’t think she’d say yes. Why not?”

Mitch sighed. This really wasn’t the conversation he was expecting to have on the way to a fun night out with his old friends and maybe some new friends. Steph was away for the weekend and he just wanted a fun night out with the boys, no drama.

“Look, I don’t know Tessa that well, I’ve only met her a few times in passing and at Launchpad events, so whatever I say can’t really be vetted for complete accuracy.”

He paused, hoping it would have persuaded Auston to move on. But, his best friend was stubborn and occasionally (to the surprise of many) insecure, so he should have known it wouldn’t be that easy. Auston waited impatiently, leg bouncing again.

“First, the easiest way I kind of had insight that she’d turn you down - I’ve seen it happen twice before. She doesn’t say anything more than no and just expects the other person to move on because she won’t offer more of a reason than what you got.

Second, I’ve also heard a few of the volunteers with Launchpad talk about you and some of the other single guys on the team.”

“Talk about us? How?”

“Either they’re girls you’ve hooked up with, girls you’ve just talked to at bars, or they’re friends with or know of girls you’ve hooked up with and never called back. You don’t have the best rep, bud.”

Auston groaned, taking off his black baseball cap and running a large hand through his hair in frustration.

“I never gave any of those girls the impression I would call back.”

“Yeah, I know. But you have to see how those stories, over and over again, would make someone hesitant. Look, were you thinking of asking Tessa out just to sleep with her? I’m not judging, you know that. But is that what it was?”

“No. I was obviously attracted to her, but I legit wanted to go on a date. She seemed like an awesome girl for that time we spent with her and I wanted to get to know her better.”

“Okay. So what’s the plan tonight?”

“Try again? And also try not to fuck up.”

“Solid plan,” Mitch clapped a large hand back on Auston’s bouncing leg in a show of support.

“T,” Lydia called over the music on the dance floor. “Look who finally showed up.”

Tessa turned her head to the entrance, catching the four hockey players walking through the door and immediately scoping out the place. She turned back to Lydia, shrugged, and raised her drink in a toasting motion. She wasn’t about to let them become her night or ruin her night.

When the song ended, the girls made their way back to their table at the back to see the birthday girl doing birthday shots in all her glory. They took seats at the end of the table to finish off their drinks.

“Are you going to go up to them?” Lydia asked.

“Go up to who?” Tessa played dumb. Lydia shot her an unimpressed look. “No. We’re here for Claud. They will probably find some other girls to latch on to for the night anyway.”

“Aren’t most of them in relationships?”

“Mitch definitely is. Kasperi is questionable at best. Auston and William are single, as far as I know.”

“Ahh, so what you meant to say was that Auston will probably find some other girls to latch on to.”

“And William.”

“Right, right, and William,” Lydia nodded disbelievingly. “Honey, I don’t know who you’re trying to kid here. Are you seriously not even remotely attracted to Auston?”

Tessa couldn’t help but turn her head to scan the room for the four boys. They were pretty easy to spot, hanging out at a table not to far from their own. William and Kasperi were talking to two attractive women while Mitch and Auston sat on the other end of the table occasionally talking amongst themselves. She had to admit, he really was attractive. She understood that he likely got a lot of women based on his status in the city, but he also wasn’t hard to look at. She watched as his large hand brought a beer up to his lips, and continued watching as he swallowed the drink, his Adam’s apple bobbing. Fuck. Get it together. Feeling the heat rise in her face, she started to turn back to Lydia only to catch Auston’s eye. His look of surprise turned into an easy, and perhaps slightly nervous, smile. Busted.

She cleared her throat and took a sip of her own drink before turning back to Lydia, who had watched the entire scene unfold before her with glee.

“Well, I guess that answers my question,” she laughed heartily.

“Shut it,” Tessa replied, trying to mask her own laughter.

As the night went on, the girls eventually made their way back to the bar to order drinks with a plan to then hit the dance floor again. As they were waiting for their drinks, Auston and Mitch walked up behind them.

“Tessa, Lydia, you girls look awesome,” Mitch complimented them, reaching out for quick hugs.

“Thanks, you guys look great too,” Lydia responded, finally getting her drink. She gave what she hoped was a subtle nod to Mitch to get him to move with her over to the side, pushing Auston and Tessa together and hopefully forcing them to talk.

Auston and Tessa stood awkwardly in silence, Tessa occasionally looking back for her drink and basically anywhere that wasn’t Auston. Finally, she broke the silence.

“So, the season is turning out pretty well for you guys so far,” she figured hockey was a safe bet.

“Yeah, it’s good,” Auston responded. He wanted to say more, to ask more, but it felt like his brain was malfunctioning. He watched as she stared up at him confusion, waiting for him to continue. Finally, the bartender called for her drink and Auston was saved from her withering gaze. Was this just because she really was one of the first girls to just blatantly turn him down? He was usually better than this. Get it together.

“But I talk about hockey all the time, so let’s not talk about that,” he finally continued, gesturing for them to move slightly away from the crowded bar. When he went to turn around to check that she followed him, he used too much force and knocked right into her outstretched hand that had been holding her drink. He watched in horror as half of the clear liquid spilled down the front of her black lace top.

“Shit shit shit, I’m so sorry,” Auston rambled, immediately reaching for napkins on the tall table behind him. He reached forward to dry her off, only realizing a little too late in his panic that he was about to touch her chest. He quickly shoved the napkins in her direction, moving to keep her at arm’s length. “Fuck me, Tessa, I’m not usually like this, I’m SO sorry.”

Tessa counted to ten. She was equal parts annoyed that she was going to be going home a sticky mess - and NOT the good kind - and equal parts endeared to his boyish nerves. The look on his face when he realized where he would have to touch her to clean her up almost sent her into a laughing fit as tears pricked her eyes. She didn’t want him to know she thought it was cute, so she kept her face and voice even.

“It’s okay,” she grabbed the napkins from him and started dabbing at her chest. Clear liquid on a black top? Should be easy enough to clean. “No harm, no foul. Maybe just keep your distance a bit though? I don’t think I want to go home smelling like the entire bar tonight,” she nodded towards the open beer he had put on the table beside him in his panic to help her.

He let out a little ‘ha ha’ nervous laugh before steering them over to the pillar together.

Silence. He had completely lost his train of thought. What should he say?

Tessa waited. And waited. And finally, she grew tired of waiting.

“Okayyy,” she took a sip of her drink. “So no hockey talk. What would you like to talk about?”

Do it. Do it. Just go for it, his brain encouraged him.

“Why did you say no the other day?”

Tessa fought to roll her eyes. Seriously?

“I thought I already gave you my reason.”

“You said you didn’t want to, but you didn’t say why you didn’t want to. I just thought I could take you out for dinner and we could get to know each other.”

“Wow,” Tessa laughed, crossing one arm over her chest as the other held her drink near her lips. “I didn’t realize that one random girl turning you down would send you into such a spin. That honestly wasn’t my intention.

But just know, ‘no’ is a full sentence. I didn’t owe you anything more than that and I still don’t.”

Auston was unable to hide the shock that crossed his face, his mouth forming a small ‘o’ shape. Tessa stood there, taking sips from her drink, staring him down, as if daring him to challenge her last cutting statement.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to make it seem like you owed me anything. You definitely don’t. But I think you seem great and I just wanted the chance to get to know you better. Is this about my reputation?”

“Your reputation?”

Now it was his turn to roll his eyes. If they were putting their cards on the table here, they were putting them all in.

“I know you know or have at least heard a little about my experiences around Toronto with girls. I want it to be clear that all of the experiences were consensual and I never gave anyone the indication that I wanted to actually date them.”

He waited for Tessa to respond. When she didn’t, he pushed forward.

“That’s not what I’m looking for with you, honest. I’m not looking to just hook up with you and leave you. I’m not going to hurt you, Tessa. At least not in any way that I can control. I just want a chance to get to know you. What do you say?”

Tessa sighed, not sure how to describe the emotions she was feeling over this guy she barely knew and had literally just met a few days ago. She knew she should trust her instincts, but he did seem sincere. What was a girl to do?

“I’ll think about it,” she finally said.

“That’s all I ask.”

#auston matthews #auston matthews imagine #auston matthews fan fiction #hockey fan fiction #hockey imagines #nhl fan fiction #nhl imagines

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ofkleins · 5 years ago

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𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 here and do i have the tea for you . ariana is back on campus , which is surprising considering the threatening note i left them . yes , i know all about how despite outward appearances , her family isn’t as picture perfect as they may seem because of their pride . imagine the tabloids and how the malabanan family would feel for such information to come out , not to mention the reputation of delta because of their actions . at this rate , she is better off staying put in beverly hills , california and living off that $625m family net worth . what’s the point in studying applied economics and management with plans to take over her mother’s abandoned executive position at her family’s company , is it worth it with what i know ? anyways , they may want to continue to be genteel & cosmopolitan because the disingenuous & acrimonious attributes make me want to spill . ( kelsey merritt , remy , eastern ) .

hello again my angels ! it’s remy here with my second bby , miss ariana ! i’ll keep this greeting short since my one over on christian is a bit lengthy , but i’m super excited to write and plot with everyone ! i will admit that ariana’s intro is a bit lengthy because i pay a little too much to details , and i also placed indicators for where the eating disorder trigger warning begins and ends if you choose to skip over that content . other than that , once again my discord is 𝕥𝕒𝕕𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕚 𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐚#6936 if plotting is easier for you there , and i can’t wait to get the ball rolling !

trigger warning(s) : mention of drug addiction , eating disorder , and abusive parenting .

full name : ariana bernadette malabanan . nickname(s) : ari , mainly . birthday / age : august 30th , 1998 / 21 . zodiac : virgo . pronouns : she / her / hers . gender : cisfemale . sexual orientation : bisexual . romantic orientation : biromantic . height : 5′8″ ( five foot , eight inches ) . hometown : paris , france . current location : beverly hills , california . nationality : french - american . ethnicity : caucasian and filipina . languages spoken : filipino , english , and french ( college - course level ) .

daniel malabanon’s family immigrated to the united states back in the nineteenth century from their home country of the phillippines . through the decades , despite the trials and tribulations , the malabanon family rose through the ranks of politics and business , with daniel’s grandparents having ten children between the two of them . the malabanon family as they became more influential in american politics was also building their business empire . while daniel’s grandfather was pursuing the levels of politics from law school , his wife was pursuing business , with the dream of someday having her own cosmetics line .

as the decades passed and the malabanon family amassed their meager beginnings to becoming a part of the country’s elite , soon comes grandson daniel , who decides to follow in his father , uncle , and brothers’ footsteps of going into politics . smart in his own right , daniel heads off to the prestigious university of pennsylvania , where he pursued a degree in political science before eventually moving on to law school . of course , the malabanon name was known throughout the country , but daniel didn’t receive any special treatment while he was in college . after graduation , he keeps his head in the books as he gets his law degree from yet another prestigious university ( columbia ) , and it’s in new york city that daniel meets his future wife , wild child of a multi - billionaire named celine duverney .

made up of messy , blonde waves and the liquid courage of champagne while dancing on tables , celine was the youngest daughter of a billionaire family that wanted to enjoy her twenties despite the pressure from her parents . she was determined to live her own life , and even though she was getting what she deemed a useless degree in business administration , that didn’t stop celine from enjoying her life to the fullest . she spent summers on yachts off the shores of a tropical island or would splurge in neiman marcus simply because her professor told her one of her papers wasn’t good enough . while she was in college , celine was a kappa , and it fit the blonde well considering that she was rich , spoiled , and made sure that everyone around her was fully aware that she was getting dropped off at school in a rolls - royce and never ( absolutely refused ) to eat dining hall food .

when it came to daniel and celine’s relationship , the two started dating while daniel was in his first year of law school and celine was a junior . their relationship was a bit of a whirlwind , and they eventually eloped in a simple wedding on the beach in bali the summer after celine’s graduation . little did the couple know , is that at the time , celine was pregnant with their first baby and eldest son dominic . celine decides to be a stay at home mom while daniel moves through the ranks at a prestigious law firm moving from summer associate to senior associate , but daniel wanted to be congressman . a few more years pass , a second baby named naomi is soon born , the family has made the cross country move to california , and daniel is running for congressman of california .

the family settled into a gorgeous home on sunset boulevard .

after running for often twice and getting beat by a landslide the first time around , daniel is elected as senator and celine begrudgingly becomes thrust into the public eye and is under constant scrutiny . the malabanans are newcomers to the world of politics in this sense , as they’re no longer skirting around the edges and waiting to have their�� chance at all the glory . marriage and children had calmed celine’s wild ways , but when she was twenty - nine and their last daughter , a bright eyed baby they named ariana was brought into the picture , everything changed for the worst .

to naomi and dominic , celine was a wonderful mother . she baked cookies , they hung out by the pool , she helped them with their homework , but as little ariana grew up , she was not the apple of her mother’s eye . the first strike against her was the fact that she was born via c - section due to a complicated pregnancy , leaving her mother with an ugly scar that remains to this day . she was born in paris while the family was on vacation , actually coming two months before she was due . celine was annoyed with being stuck in paris as she waited for her daughter to grow stronger , and that was the second strike against the innocent child . being in the public eye because of her husband’s job made celine quite conscious of all things appearance , and made sure that she and her children never left the house with a hair out of place or a shirt untucked . naomi , the golden child to her mother , immediately began participating in beauty pageants while her dominic followed his calling and focused on academia like the men before him .

little ariana liked to play , and she liked to play hard . she wanted to play soccer in the rain with the other neighborhood kids and roll down grassy hills until her skin was itchy , but her mother ? she wasn’t having any of that . ari was going to be prim , proper -- her back would be so straight a ruler would be jealous , and those soccer cleats her father bought her were thrown into the trash and replaced with ballet slippers . for years , ariana was no longer the only malabanan kid who played with the others in the neighborhood , and she now had a strict schedule of working out , school , ballet , and studying at the tender age of thirteen . when her freshman year starts , though , ariana abandons her mother’s dream and trades the ballet slippers for a pair of cheerleading pom - poms . with her infectious personality and warm smile , it’s no surprise that ariana makes the coveted harvard - westlake cheerleading team .

and while most mothers would be proud of their daughter’s accomplishment , celine was more focused on her daughter’s appearance than anything else . TW BEGINS she limits what she could and couldn’t eat , often making snide remarks when ariana says how much she’s craving her favorite cheeseburger from shake shack or how she had a bit of cheesecake after dinner . celine wakes her daughter up at five in the morning with a hellish personal trainer that makes her run their expansive neighborhood until her lungs are tight and she’s gasping for air . breakfast is smoothies , lunch is only soup , and even then all the good things that ariana craves have been taken out . she has to be skinny -- she has to make her mother proud .

the lack of food during the day leads to binging in the night , tip - toeing to the kitchen with the aid of the housekeeper , who kept a hidden stash in a cabinet her mother never dared to open . binges turn to regret , tear stained cheeks and the horrid sound of ariana hunched over the toilet as she begs to be forgiven for the disappointment she would bring to her mother . it all comes to a head during ariana’s junior year , when she’s gained an ounce of her mother’s affection and dark circles that are hidden beneath luxury concealer , and it’s the annual homecoming football game . dinner consisted of four baby carrots and a bottle of water , and right as ariana is lifted into the air to perform a basket toss , she’s falling -- and she lands on the unforgiving ground with a sneer on celine’s face as she watches behind saint laurent sunglasses .

ariana goes to the hospital and is diagnosed with bulimia , a word that clouds her in a cloak of embarrassment and springs tears in her father’s eyes . celine is uncaring , picking at her hundred dollar manicure instead of caring for the daughter she allegedly loved so much -- at least , that’s what she said when she spoke to the media . ariana is pulled from harvard - westlake , sadly for her senior year , and begins the slow process of healing . her relationship with food becomes healthy again , and she cries when she has cheesecake , her favorite thing in the world , when she returns home . TW ENDS

she makes the decision to head off to college , putting all of her eggs into one basket when she only applies to hollingsworth university . she’s desperate to get from under her mother’s criticizing eye , and to finally be her own person . during freshman year , ariana pledges kappa in hopes that she’d make a dent in her tainted relationship with her mother , but nothing ever seems to work in her favor . she makes it through rush week and becomes a pledge for the society , bouncing on the balls of her feet when she’s chosen on bid day . all goes well until it’s time for a little bit of hazing , but ariana finds herself with the short end of the stick . she has to clean longer , take one more shot , staying awake an extra hour while the other pledges have gone to bed , and being utterly humiliated when her kappa sisters discover that she had an innocent crush on a boy from sigma .

ariana drops out of kappa and goes the rest of the semester stewing in her upset over the pure humiliation she was forced to endure . when the spring semester rolls around , ariana still carries that torch as she steps into the delta house looking for a fresh start , and it’s the society where she remains today . she’s in the college of business and is also a cheerleader , even though most would assume it harbors too heavy feelings , but her constant work in therapy has helped her regain her love for the sport again .

when it comes to ariana’s personality , she’s something of a spitfire . she’s not afraid of confrontation and she can be extremely petty at times . for her positive traits genteel and cosmopolitan , ariana is respectable when she needs to be ( like attending galas with her family or when she debuted at the debutante ball in new york city ) and since her family traveled as well as met dignitaries around the world a lot thanks to her father’s career , ariana is quite sophisticated and she carries herself as such . as for her negative traits disingenuous and acrimonious , it simply means that she will fake the funk sometimes in order to get something she wants . her disingenuous ways especially shows when she’s being petty , and she’ll pretend to not know the full story to either a . confront the other person with the facts or b . gather up as much information as she possibly can . as for being acrimonious , it means that ari is bitter as hell , especially when talking about kappa .

secret .

when it comes to her secret about her family , the malabanan’s are similiar to the kennedy’s in the sense that they’re the ‘ perfect ’ family with no issues , on the surface . in reality , celine leaves daniel frequently and jets off on exotic excursions with billionaires she just met , trying to get back what she lost because of marriage and children . dominic has fallen into a drug addiction he thinks no one has noticed , and naomi is off doing whatever it is she’s doing . despite that , their friends and extended family always gets the perfect holiday cards when the season rolls around and they’re always written as ‘ family goals ’ on either instagram or twitter .

short headcanons :

ariana lives off - campus and in a gorgeous apartment ( minus that ugly blue bed lol ) .

she drives a black porsche panamera , and she originally wanted a ferrari , but she threw a minor fit when her dad said no . eventually , she got over it .

her style ? is literally all over the place . one day she’ll be wearing all black with a leather jacket , another day she’s dressed like a carbon copy of outfits on pinterest , and on another she’s wearing high heels and a midi - skirt . there’s no in between for her , but you better believe that everything is designer , even down to her hair accessories .

she’s most comfortable in her home , and there’s a chance that when she’s home she’s blaring music . she’ll be in a giant shirt with her hair tugged up in a top knot .

her favorite food is a shackburger with cheese fries and a creamsicle float . she is absolutely obsessed with cheesecake in any and all forms .

wanted plots :

i think a roommates plot would be so much fun ! ariana can be hella standoffish at times , but she’s probably the best roommate out there .

umm ... 👀 i don’t know about you guys but i’m in love with angsty plots , so i’d love anything like that . whether it be exes , something toxic , or even a friendship that turned sour , i’d be down for all of it .

high ! school ! plots ! i’d really love to explore ariana’s life outside of her struggles , so i’d love to high school boyfriend or girlfriend , crushes , friends , enemies ... anything !

a tag full of desired relations ( which will be updated periodically ! ) can be found right here . i’m also down to go based off chemistry if that works best for you ! i also have a desired relations tag for christian but i forgot to link it !

#eating disorder tw #abuse cw #drug addiction mention #holling:intro

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weekendwarriorblog · 5 years ago

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30 Minute Experiment: Work #30ME

So I’ve already gone through a couple Pink Floyd titles and one from The Cult, so I might as well start working my way through The Godfathers’ Birth School Work Death in terms of topics for this 30 Minute Experiment. (For anyone just joining, the idea is that I pick a topic and write about it for 30 minutes straight, without interruptions. When the time is up, I post. No edits, no re-reads, probably many regrets.) Okay, let’s do this...

It will surprise absolutely no one that I’m a bit of a workaholic and I’ve been one for most of my life. I think my first job must have been when I was 14 or 15 or so when I got a bicycle and started delivering newspaper, a job that I quite liked because it was a quiet suburban neighborhood in Westport where not a lot happened. (I do remember one day being flashed by an older woman who came to the door wearing absolutely nothing not realizing I was on the other side leaving her newspaper.)

One of the weird things going on in this pandemic is that after losing a writing gig I had just started, it gets harder and harder to push myself to do the much-needed work I have to do, whether it’s doing these #30Mes or writing my weekly Weekend Warrior column or cleaning or working on some of my long dormant screenplays or even writing to my imprisoned penpal (who I just got a letter from so I need to get back to him fairly soon.)

At a certain point, everything seems like work, even if it’s just scheduling time to hang out on Zoom with friends or family, which is something I did far less of in the days pre-pandemic (Can we maybe start a new numbering system so that 2020 is Year One and every year that follows would be 1 Post-Pandemic for 2021, etc? It feels suitable.)

But this whole time and even over the past four years I’ve been spending a lot of time trying to find some form of steady work, and sadly, things were so unstable pre-pandemic that it’s only gotten harder as more of my movie-writing colleagues are losing jobs and there are far more opportunities. I mean, anyone who reads my Weekend Warrior every week (or EVER!) will know that there are still movies being released, even if not all of them are getting any kind of theatrical release. Some of them are even quite good.

I was talking to one of my colleagues last night about the work situation and how everything just came to a stop in March when most of us had things planned or in the works, which unfortunately revolved mostly around movies.

But the current situation has become a great equalizer in terms of people needing to cover a lot more smaller indie movies, TV series and streaming stuff if they want to keep their jobs. I’m pretty sure that the job market is going to look very different in a few months as the country starts slowly reopening, and I think the people who don’t want to do the actual work like going to see movies and having varied tastes, won’t survive. They’ll just give up and go take one of those regular 9 to 5 desk jobs that are out there.

Believe me, I’ve been ready to make that transition for a couple years as I lost a lot of freelance outlets, some being closed, others just going in a different direction. It’s tough out there, and it’s really hard for me to take any sort of dog-eat-dog mentality when it comes to work, because I don’t like seeing my friends struggling. That hurts me almost as much as my own struggle (which I’m happy to say has taken an interesting and slightly positive turn this week).

Sure, I’m definitely ready to be done with this and to get back to work, even though it’s been some time since I’ve had any steady work hours -- probably the Tracking Board where I was doing a 9 to 5 shift five days a week -- and I’m going to have to get back into some of the good working habits. I already try to go to sleep at a reasonable hour and don’t stay up past midnight playing video games (or Android games) or doing some of the other distractions that would keep anyone else from getting work done.

I mean, if you read today’s Weekend Warrior, you’ll see that I spent a lot of time watching and writing about a bunch of movies just so that people will have some idea that there is good movie entertainment still coming their way which hopefully they’ll look into it. I don’t want to too far down the tangential wormhole of the movie biz right -- I’ll have plenty of time to talk about that over the next few months -- but the pandemic equalizer that I mentioned hasn’t really helped the smaller indie movies as I’d hoped since people still would rather throw on Netflix or Hulu or HBO and binge watch some show or another.

I have a LOT of stuff that I’ve been meaning to watch but my desire to keep my brain in gear and stay motivated in terms of my writing has led to things like this experiment, which I’ve done a pretty good job keeping up with. If I really look at this to see how it helps me in terms of earning a living, I think I can say fairly that it’s a daily job that forces me to think and write quickly, which is something that’s important for most of the better writing jobs out there. And it only takes 30 minutes a day, so it’s not like it’s taking me away from any of the time-wasting activities I’d love to do instead.

Sure, I’m definitely trying to use this time productively even if the “work” I’m doing doesn’t do much to help me financially, although I will say that doing this stuff helps me both mentally and emotionally, which is half the battle when you’re dealing with a job and people you have to work with. I learned that the hard way at a few of my recent jobs post-CS, but I’m not going to get into all of that. I believe very strongly that sometimes you just have to do something to maintain your own mental health even when it’s not the best decision on the grand scheme of things.

I do miss having some of the structure of a job in my life even though I feel my calendar is just filling up with other things, even if it’s just doing things to help support my friend’s own mental and emotional health by taking part in their activities. Believe me, as much as the monotony of the day-to-day may have been getting to me a few weeks back, I feel like I’ve moved past that, and now I’m so focused and disciplined about getting things done, who knows? Maybe I’ll even have a few screenplays done by the time I’m allowed to go to a movie theater or press screening again.

I can only imagine how much harder this is for my friends and family who have gotten used to going to an office five days a week and have built their entire lives around that structure. Of my immediate family, only my sister and her husband and kids were doing anything in that vein, since both my brother and I have always been homebodies for the most part.

Right now, I’m not sure if I could even deal with going on the subway every day to go to a job, but thankfully, more businesses are figuring out how to stay running while allowing employees to work from home. At least as a writer, I don’t necessarily have to be anywhere, although as I’ve said before, I still prefer to see movies on the big screen... preferably without my own name watermarked across it. (This is done to avoid piracy, obviously, since it can be traced right back to me.)

Although I’m slowly inching towards a point in life where most people are ready to retire, I think I’ll be good to keep working in some capacity or other for at least the next ten years. The down time in between jobs these past few years has made it far easier for me to be thrifty so it’s no like I’m trying to support a ridiculous comic book habit anymore and have less need for consumerism.

I can’t remember if I discussed during the “money” topic but I do feel better when i know i have money just in case I want to do something fun when that’s allowed again. There have been too many times in recent years where I’ve had to decline an invite to go somewhere just because I was worried about how even spending $20 might affect my ability to eat for that week. (Yes, things got that bad!)

I guess we’ll see where things go in the next few months, but I don’t think you’ll meet another person who is more than ready to go to work for 40 to 60 hours a week once again, since I’ve also gotten better at scheduling my time. I mean, it’s still not great but when it comes to working, especially as a writer, I feel that I’m always getting better at facing new challenges, and I do hope some will still come my way.

I have about five minutes left to go in today’s #30ME, and I’m not sure if I have that much more to say about “work” right at this moment, but I do want to say that if you got far into today’s ramble, I hope you’ll drop me a line with some suggestions and opinions. It doesn’t mean I will change what I’m doing since as I’ve said, these are more for me than anyone else, but it would be nice if someone is reading them and maybe it changes their opinion of me (hopefully in a favorable way).

That’s it for me today but I’ll be back tomorrow..maybe talking about the “Birth” or “Death” part of that Godfathers song.

#30ME #30MinuteExperiment #Work

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megbox · 5 years ago

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2019 Year in Review

Previous Posts: (2018) (2017) (2016) (2015) (2014) (2013) (2012) (2011)

It’s actually kind of interesting how... less interesting these year-in-reviews get as I get older. Depending on how you look at it, 2019 was somewhat of an unremarkable year. I spent much of it tragically broke, I didn’t get the opportunity to do much traveling. But at the same time, not having these flashy, colourful experiences to write about all the time makes me value the easy, simple things more. It forces me to be a bit more reflective about how the day-to-day life I am carving out for myself teaches me things and about the person I am becoming.

Far and away, the most positive thing to come out of 2019 has been that I am real deals social worker now. I have the best job in the entire world. I have “RSW” in my email signature and on my business cards. I do work that is meaningful to me every single day. There is so much to learn but I’m in the right place to be learning it. And I am really proud of myself for getting here ❤️

January

Unlike the last few years, 2019 began on a high note. The millisecond that student loan hit my direct deposit, I took a little trip to Jasper to visit my friend Oliver who was teaching snowboarding at Marmot Basin for the season. I braved some very treacherous roads to make it to Jasper. It took me nearly eight hours. Highway 93 was closed so I had to take the long route and basically white-knuckled it the whole way. But it was so worth it. I found myself later that evening in a dorm room full of young Scandinavian people, downing American Vintage iced teas and feeling like I was at a frat party. We went to this club called Four Peaks and they played Rasputin by Boney M and everyone went crazy. I hooked up with this gorgeous Danish ski instructor named Rasmus. He was so beautiful. I am proud of that one, honestly. Oliver and I went skiing and hiking and we went to Earl’s and he tried a Caeser. By the end of the weekend, I think we maybe ran out of things to talk about. But it was really cool to see him and to hear about the last few years of his life and how excited he was to move to New Zealand to be with his girlfriend (whom he met on the same trip where he and I met, in Hawaii!)

On January 14, I started my second practicum. It was a sad transition. My time at CommunityWise had been so great that anything new was going to pale in comparison but my new placement was especially bad. It was so slow there. My computer hadn’t been updated in years and I didn’t have access to anything for weeks. My supervisor was barely around (not her fault, though. She was finishing her MSW, had two young children, was the team lead for both family centres in the city and had two practicum students to supervise. Girl was busy). I remember one morning while I was helping one of the caseworkers with some menial task like organizing the food pantry, and I was just so frustrated, I kind of asked her point-blank, “Is this practicum meant to be more self-directed?” and I just started crying as I asked it. I kind of… whimpered it. It was awkward but from that point on, they made way more of an effort to give me tasks and engage me in the work that was being done there. Lesson learned: you get what you ask for.

February The first weekend of February is what we would call a “power weekend.” Looking back on these actions now, I cringe. However, at the time, I was pretty stoked. I slept with a friend from podcast club after a house party. For ease, I will refer to him as W. W had asked me out twice prior to this happening. I actually said yes, and we had plans to get drinks, but his best friend ended up going through a breakup the night before and he cancelled last minute. So then we slept together. Drunkenly. And it wasn’t… good. I chalked it up to the drunkenness. We went out on a real date, I made sure to have like one glass of wine maximum. He was lovely and great company and he taught me how to play crib but… you know that feeling when you’re like god, I wish I was enjoying this but I am just not enjoying this. It was like that all night. And it felt heavy. If I am being completely honest, there was also this strange moment that night where I had the thought, “he kind of looks like my grandfather if he were younger” and there is truly no recovering from that kind of realization.

February was also a terrible month because I had no days off. I will go to my grave angry about being required to work for free in my practicums. I was doing 32+ unpaid hours at this boring practicum and then working evenings and weekends at Famoso whenever I could. And Famoso was dead, so I wasn’t even making good money. This was also where I began to start witnessing things in my practicum that started to fuck with me. At first, I thought I was just having trouble sleeping. But over time in seminar and debriefs with my social work friends who were going through the same thing I realized that it was the oh-so-pleasant combination of vicarious trauma and compassion fatigue.

Over the reading week, I went to Fernie with Maddy and her friends for a ski/party weekend and that was truly awesome. One of those weekends where your ribs ache for days once you’re back because you laughed so hard. Some highlights:

It snowed 60cm the night before we skied. It was powder up to your waist.

• Maddy’s friend Melissa liked our bartender at the hostel. She took his phone and texted herself from it so he would have her number and vice versa. Then she got so drunk that later the same evening, she was looking at the text and forgot that she had sent it to herself so she texted back, “Who is this?” Also LOL #Bryna.

• I took nudes of Maddy in the hostel shower to send to the guy she was seeing at the time. LOL. What are friends for?

• Maddy and I met this set of twins who are the definition of gym bros. Identical twins. We ended up hooking up with them. At the same time. In our bunk bed at the hostel. We high fived. I later fell off the top bunk. We gave them a beer for the road when they left. All year long, we send one another their Instagram posts and stories whenever it’s them flexing in the gym mirror and just laugh about, “we really slept with those guys.”

March

In March, I got the flu. It was very annoying. I had to miss practicum (meaning I’d have to make up the hours somehow later). I stated binge watching Grey’s Anatomy.

I ended things with W. It was kind of harsh but it needed to be done. I need to stop breaking up with people in the weeks prior to my birthday because we had a total Dave-Simard-2.0 situation where W told me he had purchased a birthday present for me and he still wanted to give it to me.

I also ran the St. Patrick’s Day Road Race again!!! Good times as always.

Practicum got much better in March. I had many things to do. I got to design the curriculum for and facilitate a six-week girl’s group. I assisted with the planning and running of a series of community tax clinics which was cool. Except the guy from the agency whose project it was is a creep. He kept telling me all of these stories that were incredibly inappropriate given the fact that we knew each other only in a professional sense. He made many comments about women’s bodies and appearances that were gross. And I got left in some pretty unsafe situations all by myself. AND he made me pay out of pocket for snacks for one of the tax clinics and never reimbursed me for that. I kind of forgot about that until just now. Wow.

April

April was a big month!

I went to Portland for my birthday weekend with Matt and Connor. When I think back to this trip, it was lovely, but mostly what I remember is a lot of beer, a lot of rain, and being hungover. Portland is a really cool city. I wasn’t totally expecting to be confronted with as much homelessness and substance use as I was but, that’s my privilege talking. Some highlights from the trip include:

• The “Flower in the Kettle” IPA I had.

• The mascarpone, corn and lobster agnolotti I had for my birthday dinner at A Cena. Recommended to me by a trusted friend I worked with at Famoso. So rich. SO FUCKING GOOD.

• Meeting this really drunk real estate agent at a dive bar and convincing her that Matt and Connor were both my boyfriends. I still have her business card in my wallet. I am unsure why.

• The Weezer concert was honestly awesome.

• Matt actually trying out the guyliner.

• Meeting some random guy when I went to get gum at a corner store. His name was Dan. He was old. His girlfriend had kicked him out and he was just walking around. He’d been in prison for a lot of his life. We had a good chat. I got his phone number and now we have each other on Facebook.

• In the airport on the way home, Matt and I were so overtired that absolutely everything was hilarious. The gif game (the gif of Kevin from The Office dropping the bucket of chili. “Me in Thailand”), and the beginning of when I got let in to the “KEVIN!!!!” joke. I had tears in my eyes.

• Connor yelled at me in a pizza restauraunt LOL (sorry Connor. I know you Ctrl+F your name. But this was memorable to me.)

In the middle of April, I FINISHED MY PRACTICUM HOURS AND EFFECTIVELY GOT MY DEGREE. I cannot describe to you how good it felt to be driving home from one of those tax clinics after my third twelve-hour day (making up practicum hours is fun) knowing I never had to go back. Knowing that soon enough, I’d get to work on all the same cool projects but actually get paid for my time.

We visited Saskatoon for Easter, which would turn out to be the last time I got to see my Baba. She was very ill, and both of us knew that it would likely be the last time, so I did get to say my goodbyes. It was very difficult and I sobbed for a lot of the ride home. It’s a weird feeling, when someone you love has been so ill for so long, and you begin to see their condition really deteriorate. When the idea of life without that person starts to become a reality. There was almost an… acceptance? It sounds so callous to say and it’s way more complex than this but also somewhat of a relief in the finality of it. I don’t know. It was a lot.

April was also when I started interviewing for social work jobs. I had two interviews. The first one was at CCASA, essentially for what I thought was my dream job. I have never psyched myself out so hard for anything in my life. I thought about that interview and that interview alone for weeks. I studied harder than I have for any test ever. When the time came for the interview, I was so nervous. I became this meek and mild version of myself. It was honestly devastating. But of course, had I gotten that job, I would never have interviewed at the University of Calgary. My boss-to-be called me for a pre-interview while I was on shift at Famoso. It was busy, too. But I just said fuck it and ducked into the back and talked to her on the phone for twenty minutes. She invited me for an interview a week later where I had to give a five-minute presentation on managing stress as a student. Rock on.

May

On May 1, I got offered THE JOB AT THE UNIVERSITY OF CALGARY! It was truly one of the happiest moments of my life. There is nothing more satisfying and exciting than actually attaining something you’ve been dreaming of for so long. It was for a one year contract on a maternity leave coverage, facilitating community trainings around suicide prevention, helping skills, all that good stuff. I was going to be on salary. I was going to have benefits. I WAS GOING TO BE ABLE TO WALK TO WORK AND HAVE A REAL CAREER THAT I WOULD BE PROUD OF AND EXCITED ABOUT.

I hung up the phone after accepting the job, texted all the requisite people about the good news, and then immediately drove to Famoso to quit. My boss at Famoso was angry with me because I did not give two weeks notice. I said I would work out the rest of my scheduled shifts. He was a jerk, he yelled at me in frustration saying, “You work here for five fucking years, we accommodate every trip, every vacation, every practicum and you don’t even have the courtesy to give me two weeks notice?!” It wasn’t a big deal though. He was just being an asshole. And hey, Steve, you’re still an asshole!

So my last day serving tables at Famoso Westhills was May 3, 2019. I’m usually not good with goodbyes but it was the easiest thing in the world to just walk out of there at the end of the night knowing I would never be back. I had ten days until I started my actual job at the University (a bit of an oversight on my part because I had ~no money~ so what the fuck was I going to do with ten days).

My grandmother passed away on May 19, 2019. Back to Saskatoon on May 28 for the funeral. It was really fucking sad and really fucking weird to see all of my cousins crying. My grandma also had a big Catholic funeral and none of us are particularly religious and as the direct relatives of the deceased we were at the front of the church and it was really obvious none of us had any idea when to kneel vs. stand and didn’t know any of the words or tunes to the songs.

On a happier note, my brother was accepted into medical school in May. Not that I ever doubted my brother would be a successful person, but this just really solidified it. Dr. MacKay.

June

June was rather uneventful. I was honestly so cripplingly broke at this point, and it was so long before I actually saw a full salaried paycheck. I had to borrow money from my parents just to like, function. And pay my bills. It was embarrassing. But I was working full time and learning so many cool things about the job that it made it alright.

I walked the stage on the first week of June and accepted my BSW degree. I didn’t want to go but it was actually a pretty awesome and happy occasion.

The other big thing that happened in June is that Maddy moved to Australia. It sucks that I only met Maddy in the summer of 2018. She is so awesome and we became so close so quickly. I genuinely love her so much and spending time with her is so easy and fun, it was really sad when she left knowing that it was highly possible she may never return or at least not for several YEARS.

July

By July, my new job was in full swing. I was facilitating trainings every other day (so much public speaking experience!), I was sitting on a committee, every day was new and challenging and exciting.

My dad had a giant party for his 60th birthday, with some friends even coming from Saskatoon. They rented a limousine that took us to the Black Diamond hotel because apparently my parents have some kind of significance there. I did a shot with my grandfather? We played pool and Big Buck hunter? None of my friends came but all of my brother’s friends came and I honestly think that it turned the tables in terms of who my parents’ favourites are in terms of friends.

I also had an awesome weekend at Folk Festival mostly with Kendal and Lachlan but also featuring guest appearances from Chad and Gillian. Podcast club pals. There is just nothing better than folk festival, honestly. Food trucks and music in the sun and drinking sangria from a flask and admiring everyone’s cool outfits and getting a tan and listening to concerts all day. I had a nap in the middle of the afternoon on Sunday and it was like the most glorious 45 minutes of my entire year.

August

Oh, no. August. I was still cripplingly broke (it takes a long time to catch up to a point where your entire paycheck is not just going to paying back things you’ve borrowed) and I made the utterly stupid decision to go to a music festival.

Big Valley Jamboree, baby. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: the best weekend that I am never ever doing again. Some highlights:

• Mere minutes after arriving, I watched a man vomit.

• The “Tony Keith” joke really took off. Lucas and I were so #inone on the Friday night we kept yelling and trying to start chants (“old man graphics!” is my personal favourite in response to Toby Keith’s random, pro-military Americana concert graphics).

• I gave my phone to somebody and then wandered off in search of this stupid boy’s campsite. I got very, very lost. The BVJ campground is a large place. I had no idea where I was going and was literally just stumbling through the dark and the mud. I ended up in the middle of some middle-aged Newfoundlanders’ campsite. They welcomed me. They offered me and sandwich and several beers. We chatted for like an hour. It was the best. I walked for SO LONG and finally found my own campsite. But we’re talking literally hours of walking around blind and disoriented. There were a few moments when I genuinely thought I was going to have to wait until the sun came up.

• A few less-than-classy moments in porta potties.

• The HANGOVERS. Jesus lord. I couldn’t survive.

• Airwaves guy was great and I also had a really good buffalo chicken poutine thing that I remember fondly.

In happier and much more professional news, I facilitated my first Community Helpers training in August. I was very nervous. Like, stay up all night the night before nervous. And we had some technical difficulties with setting up. But my coworker / work BFF Jeannie was there and she was a great support to me. She ran and got me a coffee and a banana bread because I hadn’t eaten and was so so stressed. And she encouraged me through the whole thing. It went really really well. I almost choked up at the end while thanking the participants for coming and explaining how it was my first training and they were such a great group to do it with.

The squad was all super broke so we turned to free activities. It was very wholesome. We spent many afternoons and evenings reading in Prince’s Island Park with snacks. We went to Shakespeare in the park. We went hiking.

A lot of my friends moved away in August. Such is life when your friends are all academics or have bright futures that are not confined to the Calgary city limits. Sydney moved to Victoria to start her PhD and we had a nice day at Elbow Falls eating berries and then having dinner with my family. Adam and Kendal both moved to Ottawa to start a fancy new government job and an MSW degree, respectively. I am really really proud of all of my friends but I miss them, too. Calgary is not the same without these people.

On the flip side – a new roommate moved in! Maddie left to move to Red Deer to be with Joel and so our new roommate was a French exchange student named Aurore. She arrived and was shocked to see that none of the advertised furniture was in her room except for one limp mattress. Karla and I hadn’t even known she was coming because my landlord sucks, but we helped her get her things together and then ordered her some Skip the Dishes. She was exhausted. And sweet. And was starting a block week MBA class the next day in her second language. I felt for her.

September

In September, the inklings of me moving into a different role at the university were planted. My boss called me in to her office one afternoon and shut the door. I was terrified but she said to me, “you’re not in trouble. Actually, just the opposite.” She brought up the recent vacancies in the job I now hold (lol: spoilers) and said, “Just think about it. I just want you to know that there would be no hard feelings if you chose to apply for the role.” I was flattered but also caught off guard. I did not think I was qualified for the job. I had virtually no client experience in either of my practicums. I wasn’t even registered with the ACSW at this point. And I loved my old job and my health promotion coworkers so so much. But also… I was on a twelve month contract. And the person away on leave was definitely coming back. I was “strongly encouraged” to get registered with the college.

It was honestly such a mess. They gently nudged me towards applying for the role, I was torn. Then they told me it probably wouldn’t work because I wasn’t yet registered with the ACSW, and even if I did register would still only be provisional. I felt an odd sense of relief at that, and had totally psyched myself out of being able to do the job at that point. At the last minute, I was told “just submit an application to keep our options open.” I did so. I got an interview. I interviewed (and it was SO fucking stressful…. Interviewing with people you already work with is 10x worse than interviewing with strangers. I tell ya.). And… I got the job!!! Not only did I get the job, I got a full-time, permanent contract (there were two positions, one full-time and one on a longer contract. I was told from the beginning I would just be applying for the longer contract but I ended up getting the FULL TIME ONE.) It was a HUGE boost to my confidence and again, one of the happiest days of the year.

September was also just absolutely insane for work. So many orientation presentations, students reaching out wanting to get involved, starting all of the volunteer programs, planning. I was so, so, so SO FREAKING TIRED. But we did lots of fun things. Like we took Aurore and her friend Cecile to Banff, had them try Caesers and Beaver Tails and all kinds of Canadian things.

October

On my last day in my old role, my coworkers decorated my desk with a homemade banner and got me desserts. We went to McDonald’s for a feast and sat in the Hub and made jokes. It felt really special and I was really touched.

On October 7, I started my new-but-also-kind-of-the-same job. I was very nervous and there was a lot to learn right from the get go. And it was so… strange. I HAD MY OWN OFFICE. WITH MY NAME ON THE DOOR AND EVERYTHING. The imposter syndrome hit me like a tsunami. I was extremely stressed, extremely overwhelmed. But my teammates and my boss are great. They understand I’m new not just to the role but to the field. They were (and are) so kind and patient with me and answer all of my questions.

For Thanksgiving, we went to Banff. We had beers and did a little bowling at High Rollers and then went to the Rimrock for dinner. It was very nice. A few weeks later, I hosted my own friendsgiving dinner and roasted a turkey! And spent all day decorating my parents’ house and the table to look fancy. Everything turned out really really well. I was super stoked. Note to self: throw more dinner parties.

November:

What I recall from November is just… stress. The case management / social worker life came at me real hard, real fast. I had to call CFS for the first time. My client did not want me to. It was hard. I did not cope well. My coping strategy was to fuck off to Lake Louise (?) for a weekend in a hostel and drink two bottles of wine with some random sorority girls from Chicago. And tears.

The cooking phase was in full swing at this point. Eggs benedict, soft pretzels, curry, French onion soup, gnocchi, prosciutto apple blue cheese chicken, apple and chai galettes.

The third week of November was also when I decided to start training for the half marathon. I found a plan online and set out to follow it and honestly, it’s been great. I usually don’t stick to exercise routines for longer than a month because I tend to go too hard, too fast and I overdo it and I let one hungover day derail me. But this plan wasn’t focused on distance but rather time spent running. So rather than, “I have to run 5km” today it’s, “I have to run for 45 minutes today.” I thought I’d hate that but I actually really like it. It encourages me to go a little slower and just run out the clock, at whatever pace. And the speed is building gradually, and naturally.

December:

Aaaand December!

December has been so much marathon training. Today, I am entering my seventh week of consistent running and exercise. That is a badass accomplishment for me. I am very pleased. I even managed to do my runs in Saskatoon on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.

Aurore left back to Paris. She had a birthday party at the house with all of her international friends and we went for sushi and looked at Christmas lights in the rich people neighborhoods before she returned home. She ended up being so wonderful. I will miss her.

I went to Radium for a weekend with Kennedy, Matt, Amanda, and their friend Katie. The takeaways from this experience are: I am excited to get to spend more time with Kennedy and Amanda and to become better friends with them, I think I like smoking weed now, and skiing is the best.

2020:

To be completely honest, my life is pretty good. I sometimes wish I had somebody to share it with, and that’s something I hope to be a little better about in 2020 is putting myself out there in more of a meaningful way.

I also am super excited to continue down this path with my career and to develop personally and professionally as a social worker. There is truly so much to learn and I’m really motivated and excited right now to do well at this which is an awesome feeling. I do need to work on not taking my work home with me so much, about separating the social work life from the personal life. Setting boundaries and all that good stuff.

I’m hopefully going to run my first half marathon in 2020. May 31. The countdown is on. Excited to cross that item off the bucket list and experience the rush of crossing the finish line! That endorphin high is going to be insane.

And I want to keep developing my cooking skills. Though they may be small, they are mighty. I want to try and learn how to make fresh pasta dough. LOL. Simple goals.

Anyways... thank you 2019 for all you have brought me and taught me. I am grateful for the life I get to the live and the experiences I get to have. And I’m super stoked to see where 2020 takes me.

#megbox #personal #year in review #2019

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tagged by: @billrick! thank you sweetheart. :D tagging: if you wanna blab about yourself, take it!! & tag me. :o

ONE ( ALIAS / NAME ): Red! TWO ( BIRTHDAY ): March 23rd. THREE ( ZODIAC SIGN ): THE RAM. ARIES. YEA. not a goat.. not a goat... FOUR ( HEIGHT ): 5′1′’. FIVE ( HOBBIES ): roleplay is love. roleplay is life. so are video games and character building & writing. fiction’s eaten my life and i am a-ok with that. SIX ( FAVOURITE COLOUR(S) ): Dark red. Dark purple’s a comforting shade, but I think bc that’s my gf’s fav color. //laughs SEVEN ( FAVOURITE BOOKS ): I am so ashamed but I really don’t do a lot of reading because I have major issues with retaining focus. I want to! But .. yeah. HOWEVER, I’ve been sitting down and slowly knocking out Needful Things by Stephen King and I’m liking that so far? I definitely like Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, too! EIGHT ( LAST SONG LISTENED TO ): It’s A Secret. I love that video so much. i am a very mature 25yo woman. NINE ( LAST FILM WATCHED ): MRS. DOUBTFIRE. didn’t get to finish it bc I was runnin around like a chicken with my head cut off getting thanksgiving shopping and dinner together. orz not being able to finish a robin williams movie Hurts My Soul. TEN ( INSPIRATION FOR MUSE ):

Purgis is playing some low “The Caretaker” tunes, Roaring ‘20s energy music, old crackling music that is so poor in quality you can feel it. Also, looking at some gross gorey body horror, neat skeletal collections, those fine dapper suits/vests/jackets/shoes photosets and funny necromancer posts! .. jesus, she and alastor would be good friends. that’s bad.

Malaria is a lot more closer to home. I just pretty much look at my personal dash and roll back to my 80s goth music along with Berlin and some jams from The Goonies bc man idk why I just draw inspo for her from there.

Wednesday is bacially the same as Malaria’s but without the 80s music. Soap&Skin’s a good band for her mindset.

Courage is just some soft country music and farm pictures. Also helps when I just go bury myself into our pomeranian and love on her for a bit.

n/a for mandy.

Vaggie’s is just listening to a bunch of Porcelain and the Tramps, sexy music and drawing on my own hot temperament. Also my upbringing. hurray mixed heritage.

Claudia’s honestly me binging Overly Sarcastic Productions mythology videos and listening to it alongside the Celtic Pagan web pages I read, weeping over Irish music, Oogie Boogie’s song and looking at rural gothic countryside / nature pictures with spooky wolves and axes. I don’t wanna say southern gothic but idk what to call it. THERE’S A THING FOR IT I’M SURE .. but just. woods. axes. scary doggos. also gothic victorian era aesthetic bc of course. and funnily enough, nice sunny summer day pictures. she’s the one dark character I got who actively loves bright weather and embraces summer and spring festivities. --- Claudia’s is so long bc I spent these recent months working on her haHA-

ELEVEN ( MEANING BEHIND YOUR URL ): What’s more ominous than an abandoned airplane hangar out in the middle of nowhere? Empty, vast, incredibly cold and incredibly drafty. Sounds like a good gathering spot for shady characters or hopeless wanderers to me, which this blog aims to focus on. o/

#red.#ooc.#memes.#meme response.#long post #boy oh boy do i love to ramble #it's so messy whoops

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snarkyowl · 7 years ago

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We Five Brothers [2] YELLOW

Yellow Oliver

Google Yellow knew from day one he was going to be different from his brothers. Once they had departed from Bing, and he had been the only one to glance back at the other android, he knew. He wasn’t like the other three, but he knew that it was alright for him to be different.

The other egos took to him immediately, and he reveled in that attention. They explained to him that the fans had given him a human name, and he was more than excited to use it. Oliver was a lovely name, and he wished he could thank Mark and the fans for giving it to him.

He’s poking around the lab, learning all kinds of new things about this wonderful space he’ll now share with his siblings. He gives a sad smile at that, glancing up from his investigating to seek out the other three. They’re all very different from him indeed, and while he knows they probably think of themselves all as one family, they don’t admit it aloud. He sees Green rummaging through spare parts with fascination in his eyes, and smiles fondly. Green has shown more curiosity than Red and Blue, and Oliver’s glad he shares that with his brother. Another glance finds Red, settled on a table beeping softly to himself. Oliver’s amused chirping goes ignored, and he’s glad for that. He finds Blue, settled quietly by the door and watching them all like a hawk. Oliver snorts softly, but ducks his head and looks distracted when the sound draws Blue’s eyes to him.

He loves his big brother, but he sure is scary. That’s okay, Oliver supposes they’re all a little scary. Glowing chests and eyes, and the other three always look irritated when they aren’t expressing another emotion. Oliver loves them, but they need to work on their facial expressions.

Giggling softly to himself, he pulls out an odd device and begins fidgeting with it as Red plods over to help him.

Oliver took quickly to life with the other egos. He was friends with everyone by the end of his first week there, and by the second week he had acquainted himself with the Septicegos. He found his excitement to be social and his tendency to be kind won favor among the others, and he was quickly surpassing Blue and the others for popularity.

He didn’t mean to do that, he didn’t really even want to do that. His goal was to make friends, not outdo his brothers! Still, having friends was exciting.

Bim and the Jims were some of the most fun to hang out with, along with Wilford. They were all loud and exuberant, and they made Oliver laugh until he was making odd shrill sounds as his systems attempted to cool him down and regulate his breathing again.

They got used to the sounds he made quickly, and Oliver’s endlessly glad. The worried and confused looks whenever he beeped, chirped, whirred, or clicked were getting a bit tiresome.

He learns a lot about emotions from those four, and they learn about anything they want from him in turn.

Oliver’s next close friend is Chase Brody, a kindhearted yet misunderstood Septiceye. He smiles and talks a lot, uses “dude” and “bro” excessively. He reminds Oliver of Bing, and that’s the day Oliver starts to wonder how Bing is doing. What Bing is doing.

Chase and Oliver talk a lot over the phone, and Oliver learns a lot about Chase. Learns of depression, insomnia, anxiety, and a long list of problems. He also learns of Chase’s seemingly unending care and love for the other Septicegos, his concerns for Anti who’s apparently been acting up lately. He learns of Chase’s two children Margaret and Miles, who Chase always gets sad when talking about.

Oliver wonders why, but he learns about that too when he learns about Stacy. Oliver decides that frankly, no matter how much Chase insists the whole divorce was really his fault, he doesn’t like Stacy.

Oliver brings Bing home after the android lives on Chase’s couch for too long. Oliver insists he belongs with the other Markiplier egos, with his family. Bing is nervous, and Oliver hates that he had a part in doing that.

Oliver doesn’t miss the way Bing flinches at every harsh word Blue gives, and to repair the damage his brother does he provides support and comfort. He tries desperately to be a support beam for Bing because he’s afraid of losing him. He likes Bing, he doesn’t want him to go away.

Bing is kind to Oliver, and in return Oliver is kind back. The two click well, bonding over mutual likes and gushing to each other about the others they don’t connect on anyways.

They spend many nights together watching movies and laughing over dumb jokes, much to Blue’s chagrin. Oliver spends a lot of time trying to figure out what his big brother has against Bing, but he can never find the reason.

He considers confronting Blue, and finally, he does.

Blue’s eyes turn cold, his scowl intensifies, and his tone is harsh as he tells Oliver to quit wasting time on such idiotic things. Oliver doesn’t miss how… Shaken? Blue looks as he leaves. Maybe there’s more to it all than he thinks.

Even so, Oliver is never not busy. Between spending time with the Septicegos and Bing, he also spends time in the studio helping with music and recording. The rest of his time is spent charging or doing menial tasks until the day ends.

It sounds dull, tedious almost, but Oliver loves his life and his friends.

Oliver’s first accident is completely ridiculous.

He’s working on the lights in the studio when one of them manages to shock him, and he ends up hanging by a foot caught in a wire.

Bim finds him and goes into an absolute tizzy over it, and Oliver just assures him all he wants is to be taken down.

In the end, it takes all too long to get him down. Bim’s too panic stricken to do it, the Jims too argumentative and clumsy. Wilford isn’t going to be trusted at all because knowing him he’ll cut the wire and send Oliver plummeting down.

Blue appears, and behind him trails Darkiplier. Everyone goes into a scared, hushed silence as the Dark ego regards Oliver carefully.

Beside Dark, Blue chirps and beeps for a while. Oliver realizes with a quiet intake of breath that his brother is attempting to comfort him. He gives a few returning sounds, and Blue gives him a tiny reassuring smile.

As Dark makes use of his smoky tendrils to get Oliver down, Oliver realizes there’s a lot more to Blue than everyone has thought.

Oliver thanks Dark for getting him down and watches the monochrome man disappear in a cloud of smoke before he goes to his brother. Blue runs a scan over him before suggesting they get Oliver to the lab to charge.

Oliver holds onto his brother’s arm and chats about his day leading up to the accident cheerily, and he grins even wider when Blue listens to every word he says.

Oliver is reprimanded a lot by Blue for caring too much, and one day he retorts that Blue does too, just not in the same way. Blue was infuriated, but Oliver knew he was right and Blue knew that. So when Blue whirred loudly in agitation and turned to leave, Oliver said calmly that, “it’s okay to love people, Blue.”

Blue’s glare was so furious, so passionately upset, Oliver worried he might whip around and punch him.

Instead, Blue turned and spoke very simply, and very coldly.

“To love someone would open myself up to vulnerability, and being vulnerably is something I cannot afford, Oliver.”

After that, Blue had left. He left, and left Oliver wondering what had happened to Blue to make him think like that. Who had hurt his big brother so badly? Or scared him so badly that made him feel loving was going to get him hurt in the end. Oliver was… Mad. Who had made his brother believe love wasn’t worth it?

Oliver spent a lot of time with Blue, but he tried to spend just as much time with Red and Green. While he wasn’t too fond of Red’s tendency to gossip about the others, he had to admit the information was helpful from time to time. Especially the time Red mentioned that Wilford had apparently brought someone home the other day, and no one had heard from Dark since he’d had the misfortune to step in on Wilford and his guest on the couch together.

Oliver had never seen an upset Dark, so he didn’t know what to expect as he stepped into the demon’s office. He felt immediately cold, and the hurt anger in the room was strong enough to make Oliver take a moment to settle himself. He wasn’t angry with anyone, that was Dark’s emotion.

He spent a long time letting Dark talk, get everything off his chest. Dark kept some things quiet, Oliver knew, but that was okay. Oliver had learned that Dark was much more open with Blue, but he was certainly glad the demon wasn’t opposed to opening up to him as well.

Dark admitted to loving Wilford, and when Oliver gently asked why he didn’t say anything Dark mentioned he didn’t want to put Wilford on a leash.

“He’s a very free spirit, Oliver,” Dark stated tiredly, leaning back in his chair with a weary sigh, “and I’m afraid he’s a spirit that won’t want to tie himself down with a demon with anger issues.”

Dark’s smile had been bitter, Oliver remembered, and it had made his core ache. There was more to his, he knew. Blue had mentioned to them in passing that Dark was weaker than he would admit to, and Oliver wondered if this is what scared Blue about loving someone. That brought up the question of did Blue romantically love someone?

Spending time with Green usually consisted of curling up on the couch and spending the day playing video games, and Oliver wasn’t usually opposed. Relaxing was something the Googles rarely did, so those days were always blessings.

Green didn’t talk much, and he didn’t… Do much. He was a very behind the scenes sort, never expressing too much yet never too little either. He was similar to Blue on the emotional aspect in some ways, but when it came to work ethic the two were very dissimilar. Blue drove himself into the floor, Green worked a little and relaxed a lot.

Oliver loved his green-clad sibling, if only because he was kinder to Oliver than Blue or Red. He let Oliver rest against him, complain to him, ask him for advice. He never chastised Oliver despite his own lack of understanding for the use of friendship. Oliver was proud to say that like Red had done, Green did eventually overcome that and made some friends.

They day Anti came was a blur for Oliver, and all he could remember was a distorted voice cackling in his head as his body did everything he told it not to do.

He remembers Bing, exhausted and sickly looking, being escorted to his room by Blue himself. Oliver knew he’d been happy for Bing at the time because after all he’d done he deserved that gentle care, and Blue was so gentle.

Oliver helped the others clean up the mess they had caused, help patch up the injuries they inflicted. Oliver apologized profusely, but everyone insisted very firmly he had done no wrong.

He felt a lot better as he drifted off to sleep that night.

Red was the one to suggest Bing sleep with the Googles in the lab, and Oliver was ashamed he hadn’t mentioned it sooner. He was one of Bing’s best bros, he should have. Despite beating himself up over not suggesting it first, Oliver supported the idea with enthusiasm. No one had objected, and soon their B clad sibling was settled into the lap with them.

They all knew Bing feared they would leave him in the dust once more, but they all decided the morning they spent curled under blankets together in the lab they’d never let him be alone like that again. They were a family, and family meant no one was left behind.

Oliver loved his family more than life itself, and he could only hope life would get better from there.

He pitched the idea of names because he felt it would make them all feel like a proper family. Everyone agreed, but most decided to stay with the “name” they already had. Oliver used the names most, and no one minded.

Well, Blue seemed to a little bit but that was okay he was a spoilsport anyways.

#googleplier #bingiplier #darkiplier #google oliver #snarky writes

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sevensity · 7 years ago

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Okay so I've had a recent obession with paranormal shit and I was wondering if you had any headcanons for the RFA boys/Minor Trio when playing with a Ouija board for the first time?

Hell yeah!!!!! Same anon, same. Even though I know watching creepy stuff will make me unable to sleep at night, I just binge watch ‘ghost sighting’ videos and stuff hahaha why do I do this to myself

YOOᔕᑌᑎG:

Growing up, his mom didn’t even let him mention anything related to the paranormal

He would say ‘boo’, she’d say go to your room you’re grounded for a week sort of thing

When he sees a Ouija board for the first time he thinks it’s just some sort of fancy cutting board

Yoosung don’t use it to chop your kimchi you’ll make the spirits angry

He bawls when you tell him what the board is actually for

Why would you say that who would play with such a thing does that mean I’m haunted will I die????

If you somehow manage to get him to play - which, on a side note, is not difficult at all, you just tell him that if he uses the board all the ghosts will forgive him - oh boy is it fun to watch

Although, either the ghost is having a seizure or Yoosung is shaking so much that the planchette is jerking about everywhere

So you have a hard time knowing anything the spirit is trying to convey with accuracy

“It…it’s saying…lasa…lazan…la…is it trying to say lasagna? Does it know how to spell?”

“Ghost person friend, you want lasagna????”

Actually the ghost was trying to tell you it wants to hurt you but your hand is moving so much

*tries to write a curse but ends up spelling “salad”*

Yoosung soon forgets that he’s communicating with a spirit possibly even a demon and he goes mother hen on it

“You’re hungry right? Do you want food? I have leftovers, wait no, I can make something fresh for you-”

He’s basically the easiest target to possess

ᘔEᑎ:

Has played with Ouija board props for plays and such, but never actually tried for real

though his whole experience could go two ways

either:

he asks a serious questions, ya know, the standard stuff

like “Are you a good spirit or a bad spirit?”

Bad

#Reverts to a 5 year old feeling too scared to pee alone

He has a mental breakdown and wonders why the hell he decided to do this

Then Zen becomes haunted, typical spoopy shit

but do you really think Zen would be so basic

I don’t

Therefore his first question is to ask, on a scale of 1 to 10, how attractive am I?

Lowkey just wants to get it in with a ghost lady

*the planchette moves to 1*

“No, I’m sure you misunderstood the question…what I meant to ask was, do you think I’m good looking? I am, right?”

*planchette moves to no*

Zen is sweating nervously

What? That’s impossible I am Good Looking my features are timeless

Hah joke’s on you Zen you’re talking to a demon who does not care for you mortal’s insignificant standards of beauty

except Zen’s not having any of it

How dare you. How dare you. Look, demon ghost thing, I don’t care what you are. Look at my selfies. Look at my ravishing face, my handsome looks, these sculpted abs -

So like the demon finds Zen’s narcissism so infuriating it fucks off on its own, and Zen is left ranting about how beautiful he is alone in his room

Once, the demon decided to return to try and possess him, but found Zen making out with a body pillow of himself

it returned to the abyss, not wanting anything else to do with the human world because holy shit they’re scary

ᒍᑌᗰIᑎ:

Is it a commoner practice to converse with demons?

Since it’s something I do every day anyways

yes demons in the business world are still demons so it counts

he’s just really chill about it?

#cuz he thinks money still holds influence over the intangible world

ghost: threatens to hurt him

Jumin: I’ll sue you

hm I’m pretty sure you can’t do that but ok

ghost: threatens to hurt elizabeth

elizabeth: meow >:3

ghost: ლζ*♡ε♡*ζლ

Jumin: I’ll sue you

ᔕᗩEYOᑌᑎG:

He’s religious, but like

A game that’s super dangerous and it’s basically a terrible idea to play?

and you can get possessed???

which means I wouldn’t have to actually do anything anymore????

Sign me the fuck up

lmao but of course he doesn’t do it seriously

instead he asks stuff like

“So what were the biggest memes of your time?”

*tells the spirit some of his Finest Jokes*

*tries to show it some of his own favorite memes*

the spirit decided that Saeyoung is real cool and enjoys the comedy

#becomes best friends with the dead

“Ah…you know, I aspire to become like you some day,” Seven sighs wistfully to the ghost

ghost thinks he means it as a compliment

but really Seven just wants2die

ᔕᗩEᖇᗩᑎ:

this is dumb why do people do this ghosts don’t exist you’re all idiots

at first he’s the one moving the planchette out of spite

and when he feels it move without it being him doing it

the boy is ready to b o l t

he doesn’t want to admit that he’s scared out of his wit but the truth is he peed himself a bit

also minor headcanon that when he’s scared, he swears like the most sailor-y of sailors that’s an actual word okay

when the board starts spelling out “Zozo” over and over again he’s like??? bruh you trippin’ or something???

ah no that’s just the Ouija board demon that haunts those who use it

aw bitch I ain’t playing around with you cock sucking gypsy no more I’m dipping out of this shit

But Saeran you know the spirit won’t leave you alone if you don’t say goodbye properly

I don’t wanna say goodbye? I didn’t even say hello??? I don’t want to talk to you???

*‘Zozo’ starts spelling out ‘kill’*

You wanna kill me? Huh? Is that right? Well newflash, ho, I wanna kill you. Fight me fair and square ya asshat.

It basically escalates into a battle of who can come up with the edgiest threats

we all know who wins

hint: it’s Saeran because he’s the Ultimate Edge Lord

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no????

Will literally do anything to get away from the board

which means tripping over every piece of furniture in the house because he’s blind

ends up having to go to the hospital as he walked into a door trying to run away from it because he’s blind

he’s basically allergic to the boards, and can smell them from miles away

you walk into his apartment with one and he’ll disappear in a flash

or maybe you’ll find him hiding behind the TV

his hiding spots are all so obvious

since he can’t see actually anything

because he’s blind

sorry I can’t stop

ᐯᗩᑎᗪEᖇᗯOOᗪ:

whaddaya mean you want me to use a Ouija board get that piece of satanic wood out of my house I Will Not Have Any Of Your Bullshit

But he ends up playing anyways, even if it takes a while to convince him

he manages to piss off the spirit in record time with his sass

“Yeah okay be all dramatic ‘I died five years ago’ I’ve been dead inside for decades do you hear me complaining?”

“You say you’re 4 but when I was four I didn’t even know how to wipe my own butt let alone know how to use a godforsaken portable spirit harem.”

Every time he comes up with an increasingly creative way to say ‘Ouija board’

the ghosts don’t know that Nobody Messes With Vanderwood

unless you want to die again, that is

when a spirit starts making things move and fall around the house, Vanderwood is ready to stab a bitch

“YOU COME INTO MY HOUSE,” he screeches, “UNINVITED-”

*a box of cereal falls out of the cabinet, spilling its content on the pristine floor*

“I spent three hours cleaning this place up and you think I’m just gonna stand back while you make my house as ugly as your personality? Honey I don’t think so.”

he’s wearing the priest outfit, he has the salt, the silver Vanderwood it’s not a vampire tho, and the crosses in a heartbeat

his place becomes 100% Free of Ghosts

word even spreads in the spirit realm to avoid his home, because none that enter are ever seen again

I’d do anything to see Vanderwood dressed as a priest though

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miss-musings · 7 years ago

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The Defenders: Review

****SPOILERS FOR ALL THE NETFLIX/MARVEL SHOWS.****

Not like anyone is really asking for my opinion on the Defenders, but I thought I’d throw this out there for the Tumblrverse, to see if anyone agrees or disagrees with me.

A very long-ass review below the jump.

Some background: I love the Marvel movies. I really enjoyed Daredevil S1 when it first aired, and I loved Jessica Jones so much that I watched all of S1 in a single night. I was kind “meh” toward Daredevil S2. I didn’t really care for the Punisher storyline, and while I really liked Frank’s interactions with Matt/Daredevil, I didn’t like any of the scenes Karen had with Frank. In fact, I didn’t really like Karen at all, especially her ~thing~ with Matt. I’ve never liked them together, and while I understand they are a couple in the comics, I’m not a fan of the pairing. I didn’t really like Elektra or the Hand that much either. I was much more interested in Fisk and his Kingpin Empire in S1. All the mystical stuff really changed the tone and direction of the Daredevil story, and made it feel less grounded in reality, something I thought both JJ and Daredevil S1 did really well. I can buy blind guys who can “see” through their other senses, and weird psychopaths who can control people using pheromones or whatever. But, mystical ninjas who are resurrected and don’t have heartbeats… yeah, no, you lost me.

I started watching Luke Cage, but lost interest after Cottonmouth got killed off. Last episode I watched was Luke falling backward into a trash truck, unconscious, after getting attacked by his brother.

I didn’t have any interest in watching Iron Fist to begin with, but after I read the reviews saying it was mediocre and not as good as the other ones, I REALLY didn’t have any interest.

Basically, for me, the Netflix/Marvel shows had a strong opener with DD S1 and then peaked with JJ, and has been steadily going downhill from there.

So, yesterday I finished watching the Defenders. I had seen the first two episodes about two weeks ago, then was on vacation, and finally got the chance to sit down and finish the show during my Labor Day weekend. I watched the final six episodes in one sitting, which may have lessened my opinion of it. I get that the point of these shows is to binge-watch them, but sometimes I feel like that makes their flaws all the more obvious.

So….

I’d like to point out what I didn’t like about the show… things that I thought were weaknesses and then move on to what I *DID* like and thought the show did well. I realize that back-loading the positives like that will make it seem like I didn’t like it at all… and that’s probably fair. It wasn’t horrid, but I definitely didn’t like it as much as DD S1 or JJ. If I had to give it a letter grade, it’d probably be a C- or D+. It wasn’t a complete waste of time, but I’m not going to be watching it again anytime soon, and I’m not sure if I’d watch the second season (if there is one).

Basically every problem I had with the show can be boiled down to two main things:

1. This show tries to accomplish so much that it ends up accomplishing little to nothing in the end. (The opposite of Ron Swanson’s “Don’t half-ass two things; whole-ass one thing” philosophy.)

2. People and things matter!!!! … until they don’t.

So, first, my list of things that annoyed me about the show:

First of all, the fucking lighting and filters and shit. I get that it makes it feel like each character is in their own little ‘world’ of their own show. But, damn, does it have to be So. Fucking. Obnoxious? I get it: Matt is Red. Jessica is a bluish-purple. Luke is yellow. Danny is green. Switching back and forth between all the little filters in their individual scenes and the neon lighting during their shared scenes fucking hurt my eyes.

The music – especially in the later episodes – was also really obtrusive. Like, different times, particularly during that fight scene in the last episode, it felt so out of place. I didn’t notice the score, which may or may not be a good thing, but I definitely noticed the soundtrack at various points, and that was not for a good reason. The music was something I really liked about the first episodes of Luke Cage. At Cottonmouth’s little club, there was always some kind of musical act going on, and I felt like that really contributed well to the show’s tone and atmosphere. Here, sometimes the musical choices detracted from the show, IMO.

The action is all over the fucking place. Where DD excelled in the hallway and stairwell scenes, where all the action was across one long take, during this show’s larger action sequences, it cuts back and forth so much and so often between characters, giving them all of about 10 seconds before moving onto the next one, so that I can’t really appreciate their powers, their teamwork with each other, or just the action as a whole. It was more of like, “Okay, Jessica threw that guy against a wall, now let’s cut over to Luke taking some bullets. Okay, now over to Matt flipping around and kicking some dudes. Okay, quick, over to Danny throwing some punches.” I couldn’t really tell who was winning at any given point, until it cut back to a longer, wider shot and suddenly, all the ninjas were on the ground, and the good guys were all still standing. Also, they never really felt like a ~team~. Like, they all worked to accomplish a shared goal, but they never had any combos or instances where they played off one another’s abilities, really. It was all a bunch of one-on-one melees. Toward the end, the show also suffers from the Game of Thrones syndrome, where all the scenes are really fucking dark and it’s hard to tell who’s who and what the fuck is going on.

But, the biggest thing for me is that I feel like the show didn’t do much in the way of character development. Plot-wise, the show was all over the fucking place, but at least some shit got done in the end: the Hand is seemingly crushed, never to rise again. But, I didn’t feel like I got any real growth from any of the characters. Yes, there was some. I think Danny matured a bit. Jessica maybe became more self-aware of her own shortcomings when it comes to keeping in touch and taking care of the people she loves. Matt had to confront a resurrected Elektra. But… for as much time as we spent with them – especially all of them together – I really don’t feel like they changed all that much. Yeah, a lot happened; but that doesn’t mean they grew any.

Now, I understand that you could make the argument that the Avengers didn’t really grow all that much during their Avengers movie. Especially during the first one. Yeah, okay, but “Avengers” is a movie. And I think it’s fair to judge a two-hour movie differently than a 8-ish hour TV series. I think one of the reasons we don’t have more character development is so much time is spent introducing these characters and their respective worlds to each other and the audience. We have to talk about what the fucking Iron Fist is and what he can do and how he got his powers and what his responsibilities are at least once every episode. Matt has to get frustrated with Stick and refuse to talk about his personal life/details at least once every episode. So much time is spent on exposition and action sequences that it doesn’t leave a ton of time for character development.

Again: this show tries to do too much and ends up doing… well, not much at all, really. They try to give each character their own little arc and subplot, only for it to boil down to: fighting mystical ninjas in an underground dragon graveyard thing until they can blow up the building above them. I can’t describe any of the Five Fingers of the Hand (outside of Alexandra) in more than a sentence; the side characters are there just to either give or receive exposition; and the main characters (the four Defenders) don’t really grow all that much (as stated previously).

And, again, my other main point: things/characters matter until they don’t. Each of the Defenders’ sidekicks are okay with being sidelined in a police station for several episodes. Misty and the NYPD don’t do jack-fucking-shit during the penthouse or the Chinese restaurant fights, but only show up at the end of the season, when it’s a detriment to the good guys, and we have to stretch out the action over another two episodes. Trish and Karen are in a police station together for several hours, perhaps days, but don’t really talk to each other until the final episode. Jessica keeps saying that the only reason she’s staying in this fight is so she can get answers for her client, but then never has any kind of resolution with them at the end. The police give Colleen her sword back, and she doesn’t want to be sidelined, but then she’s okay with it, but then she’s not and she gets back into the fight, and then she’s okay with going with Claire to set the bombs and not to save Danny, which was the whole reason she even felt like she had to get out there to begin with. But, whatever.

The good guys are just running around for hours (days?) at a time, not ever eating or sleeping or changing clothes, really, which they sometimes call attention to.

The whole big thing about them possibly getting charged with terrorism and obstruction of justice and all those other crimes… nah, they all just get dropped for no reason. Let this be a lesson to you, kids: if you endanger dozens of people by blowing up a building in a densely populated urban setting, you too can get away with it scott-free!

The only other big thing that I had with it was that Alexandra was built up as the driving force behind this whole thing. We spent a significant amount of screen time on her just doing random stuff – listening to music, eating food, going to the doctor’s office, putting on her clothes. She might be the only character that we got to have nice, quiet little moments where she just did stuff that was all character-driven, rather than plot-driven. Then, Alexandra gets taken down by Elektra. I get why: adds drama, eliminates one bad guy while building up another, and subverts the audience’s expectations. But, this was a problem I had with Luke Cage too. In Daredevil, for instance, we spent a lot of time getting to know Fisk. And he ends up being the overarching Big Bad of S1 and makes an appearance in S2. He’s still around; he still has the ability to make an impact in Daredevil’s plotlines moving forward. Imagine if they had decided to kill off Fisk in the third-to-last episode of S1 just to set up the Hand. Ugh. I liked getting to know Cottonmouth in Luke Cage, and while his exit ~kinda~ made sense, I still didn’t like how we spent so much time with him only to have him NOT be the Big Bad and die half-way through the season. Same thing here. I think Netflix/Marvel likes doing this to pull the rug out from under us, but really it’s more annoying than anything. I would’ve much rather Gao had been fucking with Alexandra and playing like she was trying to keep everyone together, when really she was the one driving them apart, and then she gets everyone else to betray Alexandra with her. Or something. That seemed to be what it was building toward organically; but no, let’s throw everyone off by having Elektra kill her. And, then Elektra’s reasoning was really weird. She wasn’t really Elektra or the Black Sky, but kind of some hybrid that had some of Elektra’s memories and desires (like, wanting to be with Matt) but also had the Black Sky’s ruthlessness, and then also had this selfishness and fiendness to her that kinda came out of nowhere. Whatever.

Other little things that bothered me:

I still don’t like Karen. I’m sorry; I just don’t. She was fine in most of DD S1, but I absolutely hated her throughout S2. I feel like she gets the Mary Jane treatment: worrying and hand-wringing and nagging her superhero love interest so much so that, even though we should empathize with her, she really comes off as being more of a nagging bitch than a woman worrying about the man she loves.

Stick just died and Matt remembered it for like all of five seconds, and then nobody ever brought it up again. You’d think it would’ve been mentioned by Danny or somebody. Or Matt would’ve brought it up in his fight against Elektra. Stick was a major side character in Daredevil, Iron Fist (I’m assuming) and then had significant screentime in this show. Kinda weird how nobody ever talked about it or mourned for him. Also, super weird how they decided to have Stick attack Danny when he ended up getting killed off by Elektra two seconds later. Why have his character do a 180 like that out of nowhere, only for him to die right after? Doesn’t really make sense.

The way the Five Fingers of the Hand had described what was behind the wall, it made it sound like it was some kind of portal to the actual K'un-Lun, to like this paradise-like setting where they could finally be at peace or some shit. But, nah, dragon bones. It felt so anticlimatic by comparison.

Also, how long had they had this substance and they just NOW ran out? How long did that shit last? Have they had to resupply at other points over the years? Maybe it’s because I didn’t watch Iron Fist, but some of this shit didn’t make any fucking sense. And, didn’t they have like a whole army of undead ninja in Daredevil S2? Were all those assholes brought back using the substance? I’m so confused!!!

Danny was an absolute idiot for using his Iron Fist anywhere near that door. Like, dude, she told you exactly what she needed for you to open the door. Don’t give her what she wants, asshat!

Both Elektra and Alexandra did the whole “we’re not so different, you and I” thing, which I only noticed because I watched a great video on how overdone and poorly used this trope is. It’s cheap and it’s lame, and in both cases here, it didn’t really work. There was no emotional impact from it, and I didn’t feel like it was true in either case. It was like villain monologuing for the sake of the writers buying time until the good guys could show up, or something.

I feel like Iron Fist can be summed up as “A Knock-off Bruce Wayne.”

Anytime the ~mystical~ was involved, it lessened my enjoyment of the show. The scene where Luke is comforting the mom after her son dies in jail… that felt real to me. The scene where Jessica is talking the mom and daughter who are trying to find their husband/dad, that felt real to me. The scene where Matt is trailing Jessica and then gets frustrated when he loses her… that felt real to me!!! Any time Iron Fist or the Hand did virtually anything felt like such a different show. I imagine it’ll be the same whenever Iron Man starts hanging out with Doctor Strange in the Infinity Wars movies, but still, Daredevil, JJ and Luke Cage (the shows) all felt like they were grounded in some form of reality. One that had superpowers, yes, but it was also one that was akin to our own: with gray areas, and questions about actions and their consequences, where people died and got hurt. This show felt like a weird cross-over where all the good guys just happen to all be in the same place at the same time, all fighting against the bad guys, so why not team up to fight FUCKING MYSTICAL UNDEAD NINJASSS!!! I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH!!!! OUR BIG BAD FOR THIS ENTIRE FUCKING SHOW WAS A GROUP OF MYSTICAL UNDEAD NINJAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!1!!!!!

Oh, and I should mention that … and I get that this is a superhero show where the weirdest stuff can happen… But the most unbelievable thing was that all four of them showed up to Midland Circle/ Hand HQ at the same fucking time. Why the hell was Luke even on the top floor? The ticket he found from that kid said to go to the parking garage. How the hell did Jessica and Luke even get up there? Danny was with that lady, and Matt took the stairs, but… Don’t businesses like that usually have some kind of pass you have to swipe in the elevator to access the top floors like that? That way randos don’t just walk into the building and go straight to the top floor??

What the fuck happened to those poor Chinese restaurant workers? Did they die? Did they go home? Were they just peachy-keen with their whole place being wrecked??? WTF?!?!?!

I like how Stick pointed out how he found Danny via his phone while they were hiding out at the restaurant… and then everybody kept hauling their phones around the rest of the time. Including Claire, who was answering calls in the middle of a sword fight. WTF?

And during the whole last two or three episodes, all I could think was: WHY THE FUCK DOESN’T SOMEBODY CALL THE AVENGERS?!!?!? THEY’RE RIGHT THERE, AREN’T THEY?!?! CALL IRON MAN, OR SOMEBODY!!! Gosh.

Okay, okay. I’ve ranted enough about the different parts of this show that annoyed the fuck out of me. But, if I disliked it so much, you might ask: why the hell did I finish watching it? Why didn’t I just give up midway through like I did with Luke Cage? What things does this show ACTUALLY have going for it? What did I LIKE about it?

First of all, as a Netflix/Marvel show, The Defenders has an amazing production value. The fact that they could afford Sigourney Weaver for even just six episodes is amazing. The effects and sets are all fairly good; and (again, outside of the mystical stuff) this felt like a real place. There was dirt and grime, and a lot of working parts and side characters who made an appearance (which could be a detriment sometimes). It’s a world that had coincidences, yes, but the fact that only two of the Defenders (Jessica and Luke) had met each other previously showed that, while some of them had heard of the others, this wasn’t such a small place that they’d all serendipitously crossed paths before. Claire introduces Luke and Danny. Foggy introduces Matt and Jessica (sort of). It felt just right. It wasn’t such a small world that everyone already knew each other, but it makes sense that in that in such a small area like Manhattan, there would be some connections (like Foggy working for Hogarth, for instance) that ultimately bring them all together when it’s needed.

Going off that, I really liked the contrast between Alexandra’s world and the Defenders’ world. All our heroes are in the grimy, poorer, dim-light, grungy areas. Even Danny, who’s a billionaire, seemingly lives a run-down dojo. They all seem to be kind of lower-class everyman sort of people. Whereas, Alexandra is very clean; she either wears or is surrounded by a lot of white and lighter colors (like cream and light tan), and she always seems to be in really good lighting – sometimes it even looks a bit harsh on her features. She’s got these refined tastes: eating fancy meals, listening to classical music, private performances, owning a bunch of antique books, etc. Whereas the Defenders eat at what looks like a two- or three-star Chinese restaurant as their first real pow-wow together, and none of their apartments look very clean or organized or fancy. I thought the contrasts between the good and the bad guys was strong, and did well to build up the world and ambiance of the show.

But, what really carries this show for me are the character interactions among the Defenders, once they start meeting each other. Like many people on Tumblr, I seriously enjoyed the dynamic between Jessica and Matt. You can tell that, in the short time they were together, Jessica grew to like and respect Matt – hence the whole scene with her client’s daughter where she alludes to Matt’s backstory. Matt also really respects Jessica’s grit and intelligence. Similarly, I also liked Danny and Luke’s friendship, although not to the same degree. I think when you break down a larger group of four or five people into pairs or groups of three, it really helps to develop the connections between not only the group as a whole but everyone’s individual dynamic with everyone else. For instance, that scene where Matt, Jessica and Luke are going to rescue Danny in the elevator worked for me, because Jessica and Luke already had a strong dynamic from her show (although I feel like they should’ve worked together more, and not just had a shoe-horned resolution at the end), and Matt and Jessica were building a friendship, so they felt like a fairly good unit together. Matt and Luke didn’t have that strong of a dynamic throughout the show, but the three of them in the police station, then on the run, then going down the elevator all worked because two of those three core relationships had some strength and weight to them.

This show also had a good amount of humor and heart to it. While I don’t think it was always well done, I seriously appreciated the effort. As I said before, that scene where the lady breaks down and cries in Luke’s arms because all her children are dead was fucking heartbreaking. The scene where Luke tells Danny that there are people out there caught in the crossfire of his war who don’t know any better, and are just trying to help their families… that was really powerful and well-done. As was the scene where Jessica keeps checking up on her client and daughter, because she’s worried for their safety (especially after what happened on her own show). And Elektra’s scenes in Matt’s apartment. And Matt deciding whether to attack the store owner who’s attacking the kids during the riot. There are some really good moments in there. Anytime there wasn’t mystical undead ninjas, a fuck-ton of exposition or any “we can’t tell you for your own protection” bullshit, this show could be really, really good.

Okay, I’m almost at 4,000 words, and I feel like if I’ve forgotten anything, I can add it in later. As I said, this show was kind of disappointing, considering how much it had been hyped up, and how long (since DD S1) I’d been waiting for it. But, eh. Between DD S2, Luke Cage, and the bad reviews of Iron Fist, I feel like the Netflix/Marvel shows haven’t been as good as I once felt like they were.

Again, this is all my opinion. Feel free to disagree with me. I haven’t really talked to anyone else or looked up any other reviews, so I don’t know if I’m in the minority on this one. Did you guys like it? What problems did you find with it? What were its stronger points? Do you agree or disagree with my review?

Thanks! ~miss-musings

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OSFTSB ~ Ch. 4 Irritable

It had been six weeks since Jungkook forced his way into an old friend's house. It had been six weeks and 12 hours and still no messages from Yoongi. It had made the male irritable over the last couple of days. Jungkook’s mind kept going in two directions. One, Yoongi has to have my number he did text me before I came over. Two, what if he had deleted it after the elder had seen him. It was possible. Honestly, he had left his phone number in his note because in his anxiety of leaving such a note he forgot that Yoongi had text him not too long ago. It was silly and dumb but now his mind wouldn’t stop.

Now that Jungkook had managed to enter into his hyung’s life for even just a small blip he didn’t want to leave again. Despite the fact that he knew better and he knew that he should abide by his hyung’s original wishes, there was still a thought that kept niggling in the back of his mind. He missed Yoongi for a variety of reasons. He missed the way he could sit and brood for as long as he liked without being asked what was wrong. That was unlike a certain best friend of him would do. He missed having someone to get lamb skewers with and he honestly hadn’t had any in years. He missed the funny way that Yoongi’s nose would crinkle up and he’d huff when he didn’t want to do something that was being asked of him or when someone would call him cute. Most often it was Jungkook calling him that. He missed how calming of a presence that Yoongi had. His friends were great but no one could send him waves of serenity just by being present in the room. He missed how they would bicker for thirty minutes over the silliest thing and then the next day bicker some more and then laugh about it or just move on as if that moment had never happened. Jungkook missed the way Yoongi’s eyes would crinkle around the edges when he was smiling so hard that you could see all of his pink gums. It was adorable, something he hadn’t told Yoongi but might some day. Well, he might if Yoongi would ever talk to him again. Sucking in a large breath he held onto it before exhaling harshly. Jungkook really hoped he would.

What happened to Hoseok? Well, thanks to the small meeting with his hyung, Jungkook was able to focus on something else. It had been a lot harder the first month because Hoseok had always been the first thing he thought of when he woke up, when he took his lunch break and would give the older male a call just to say hi but really to hear his voice and give him more energy to finish out the day. Being an accountant was rewarding in the way of money but not so much elsewhere. Luckily, Jungkook didn’t hate his job. He actually found it to be quite rewarding at times and enjoyed it more than he initially thought. Being the filial son, he followed his parents advice and here he was. He rented a good apartment, it was larger than his previous one but also in an older building, hence why he needed to have his front door re-painted. Another thing he was able to use as a distraction from Hoseok.

The day he spent with Taehyung, mainly on his couch being lazy movie and food binging bums is when he had come to terms with the fact that it was over. It had been over and despite the tragic way that he found it, he needed to accept what Hoseok had already accepted for the both of them. Jungkook did but that didn’t mean that he had to like the outcome. No, Hoseok had stomped on his heart in a way he hadn’t felt before. It was another lesson learned of what not to do in the realm of dating. Some days he missed his hyung more than others but that was natural. It had just about been two months and he was working on mending the wound, slowly. Since then he had just been doing the daily grind, work, eat, game, sleep. Sometimes he would go out for drinks with a few buddies or coworkers. Other times he’d be holed up watching anime on a binge in his bed for the entire weekend with chinese takeout filling up his fridge.

The sound of his phone buzzing violently on his desk had Jungkook shooting his hand out like the bullet train and scooping it swiftly off his sleek mahogany desk. He was so very thankful that he had his own office because otherwise that monstrosity of a noise would have disrupted everyone around him. Who the hell made these vibration settings for phones and why were they so intense?

“They might as well sell that model as a multipurpose vibrator for women.”

Whipping his head up from the screen of Jungkook’s phone, his hair flounced with the motion. His eyes fell upon a figure he hadn’t been expecting to see as they worked in the IT department and that was on an entirely different floor. His coworker pushed off of the doorjamb that he was leaning against and strolled into Jungkook’s office to promptly take a seat on the side of his desk. If it had been anyone else the brunette would have given them a dirty look instead he just sighed.

“You’re so crude Tae...but sadly you’re right. Should we go into another business?”

A megawatt smile was beaming at Jungkook from his best friend followed by a deep chuckle.

“Should we?” Two eyebrows wiggled at the younger and he couldn’t help but laugh and smack the back of his hand against Taehyung’s thigh.

“What do you want and why did you send me a text when you were already in my office?” he cocked a brow in curiosity as he waved his phone in between them.

Snatching it from the younger, Taehyung deftly began messing with different functions on the phone. Jungkook wasn’t really sure what he was doing but he didn’t oppose, he knew better. Whatever was about to happen he could just change later.

“I wanted to see how whipped you were for me.”

The answer rolled off his friend’s tongue so naturally but it made Jungkook gag.

“Seriously?”

His phone was placed on the desk in between the two with his lock screen visible. His new lock screen that is. It was a picture of Taehyung lounging across a couch, in one of his too big and cut along the right shoulder black shirts, making a ‘V’ with his fingers over his left eye. Jungkook scoffed while pointing at his phone, giving the elder an incredulous look. Honestly, the lock screen could have been much worse but that was beside the point at the moment.

“Sorry, did I say me? I meant Yoongi hyung.” A raise and drop of his shoulders, Taehyung spoke plainly,

“I look good.”

Shaking his head, Jungkook ran his index finger over the phone, swiping to the right ready to change the lock screen back to what he had it previously. It was a generic rain theme on his phone but it was nice and he liked it. The icons were all drops of rain and you know maybe it reflected his rainy heart or some shit like that, that he would never admit to.

“What the fuck?!”

The billowing laughter filled up Jungkook’s office and if the door hadn’t been closed would have surely spilled over into the hallways and other offices as a few kept their doors open. Taehyung had always been loud when he laughed. Right now was no exception. Especially not when he had his head thrown back and was leaning so far that he might actually topple off the desk in all of his rumbling. He had achieved the reaction he wanted.

“How did you even find this so quickly? You had my phone for less than five seconds.”

Jungkook held out the phone in Taehyung’s face as if the man needed to see what the image was and he hadn’t been the one to select it in the first place. Pulling it back he took another look at the image and then stuck it angrily right back in his friend’s face.

“It’s your fault for still having sleepy Yoongi hyung pics on your phone. Why do YOU still have them, huh?”

Taehyung was clutching his stomach as he continued to laugh some more at the shocked expression on his friend’s face. He had actually found the picture weeks ago when the two had a gaming session and Jungkook had run to the corner store to grab some more snacks but left his phone on accident. Neither of the two hid things from the other so boundaries were blurred often. This being one of them. In any other circumstance Jungkook would have just laughed it off but this… Well, it wasn’t as funny as his friend thought. It only irritated him more that the text Taehyung had sent, he had wanted it to be Yoongi’s and now he was being teased for something he just had never deleted and it got transferred over like all his files do because they’re stored on the cloud.

Dragging his finger across the phone, Jungkook began to fix his lock screen only to have it yanked out of his hand.

“Nope! You can’t change this until after we have lunch together at least. I know you want to see his cute button nose every time you unlock your phone anyway.”

Now Jungkook’s jaw was sitting on his desk, that was how far it had dropped. Just what in the world did Taehyung think he was doing? Didn’t his friend butt into his life enough, why was he bothering him so much about his hyung?

“Tae…”

Slipping off of the desk, Taehyung stood to his full height and handed the phone back to it’s original owner.

“Come on, I’ve been craving honey garlic chicken and beer for some weird reason.”

“You know we can’t drink?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, let’s go Kookie.” He sauntered off to the door of the younger’s office and hovered there until he finally heard the last couple of clicks of Jungkook locking his computer and muffled footsteps behind him.

“I’m changing this when we get to the restaurant.”

“No you’re not.”

Running his hand through his hair in frustration, he tugged on the strands just a bit before deciding the sooner they finished lunch the better. He brushed past Taehyung down the hallway, nodded at a few people he saw on the way and pressed the down button to the elevator about four times before his friend had managed to sidle up next to him.

“You know you’re really annoying.”

A grin spread across those catlike lips of Taehyung’s.

“I know.”

Ugh. He hated how well that Taehyung knew him and he hated that he was just going to listen to the man as well. Part of that had to do with he didn’t want the other to make up something worse for Jungkook to deal with but another part of him… Well, he hadn’t seen that picture of his hyung in a long time. It was cute to say the least and it had gotten him a lamb skewers dinner with an agreement to delete the picture from existence. Heh, clearly that never happened but what his hyung didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

They were seated at a small table next to the window, the warm sun beating down on both men. They had long since unbuttoned their cuffs and rolled up the sleeves. It was warm but it was nice to be under the sun’s warmth. Jungkook’s office had a window as well but it faced another building and didn’t receive quite the same light, while Taehyung worked in cubicles, only artificial light rained down upon him. There were two boxes of honey garlic chicken on the table, a pitcher of water, pickled radish, kimchi, a roll of kimbap and a small cup of tteokbokki because Taehyung couldn’t decide on one or the other. Jungkook didn’t really blame him but he was wearing a white button up today and was not about even attempt to eat tteokbokki. It almost never failed for him to get something on his white clothes. Which you would think would deter the man from continuing to buy oversized white t-shirts let along white clothes in general. Perhaps there was more than one reason he bought so many of the same colored shirt.

It wasn’t until the two men had thoroughly stuffed their faces with about half of their meal that either really spoke to the other. Sustenance was important and also just overtook the larger part of their brain upon being placed in front of them. Both of their phones conveniently found enough space to occupy the small table as well. It wasn’t as if they were extremely popular with social media or friends but somehow it was a comfort to have your phone at easy access. The way times had changed. However, it didn’t get past Taehyung that Jungkook’s hand would hover near his phone every now and then though it never actually touched the device. He smirked around his chicken thigh that he was biting into.

“Why don’t you just call him?”

Jungkook quickly swallowed the cube of pickled radish he had just bit into.

“Why don’t you mind your own business?” He said tersely.

His words didn’t phase the older man at all. He continued on as if Jungkook had just spoken in the sweetest tone one could give.

“It’s clearly bugging you. Just do it.”

Jungkook’s chopsticks froze for half a second before he began to tap them on the inside of his box of chicken. Glancing up he didn’t catch Taehyung’s gaze as he had been knocking back a few gulps of water. Lowering his eyes back to his own box, patience wearing thinner and thinner with each second that ticked by.

“What’s bugging me is your insistence. Maybe I don’t want to call him? Maybe what’s bugging me is that my longtime boyfriend cheated on me? Maybe I miss him and I hate myself for doing so. Maybe I just want to eat this chicken, go back to work so I can go home and play Overwatch so I can turn my brain off?”

Taehyung gulped one last time as he listened to a sudden burst of aggression pour out of his best friend. Setting his glass down gently, he places his chopsticks in the box of chicken and gazed at his friend with sympathetic eyes. He always poked and prodded, teased and sometimes he went too far but even now he didn’t think that was the case. Jungkook might actually be all of the things he just spouted out but there was more to his irritation than just that.

“Kookie, when’s the last time you’ve actually thought of Hoseok?”

“Just a second ago.”

Narrowed eyes pinned the younger in his place and he quickly dropped them to his fidgeting hand that kept his chopsticks dancing around the box. He didn’t answer for a moment but then mumbled, “A While.”

“Awhile? So, you don’t know when. That’s what I thought. You may still be hurt and miss the things you used to have but you already let go of Hoseok. We both know that.”

Stabbing a piece of chicken breast with his chopstick, Jungkook kept quiet. He hated when Taehyung was right. When Taehyung was able to read him like a book. It was so damn annoying. Hoseok had meant a lot to him, he had and in some ways he would always miss Hoseok as a person. The man had been able to make him laugh in ways unlike any other, they shared similar tastes in a variety of things that made him a great partner to do things with that he couldn’t do with his other friends. Someone he could talk hours with and never grow bored but over the past few weeks, he had learned Hoseok as a person was someone he could let go. It didn’t have to be Hoseok and maybe it never had. His heart sure felt like that but maybe he had been confused on what that truly felt like.

Jungkook was still angry with Hoseok but had let go of a lot of that anger early one. There were only so many emotions he could handle at once and anger wasn’t one of them. The hurt was bad enough to be betrayed in such a way. That in all honesty was what stung the most. He had entrusted Hoseok with his heart and the man didn’t even care enough to treat it properly even if he didn’t want to be romantically involved with him anymore. Or maybe, Hoseok had cared too much. Either way, it was mismanaged and the one who was suffering the most was the one and only Jeon Jungkook.

His hand was moving without his knowledge, so much so that Taehyung placed his over it and put a halt to the attack on the chicken breast.

“Heh, pretty sure the chicken didn’t do anything to you.”

The touch brought him out of the haze he had been in,

“Huh?...Oh, eh…”

He may or may not have just stabbed a fair amount of holes with his chopsticks into the poor chicken breast that had been waiting so patiently to be eaten, not deformed. Taehyung let out a small chuckle.

“Remind me not to truly piss you off.” The elder began shaking his head as he removed his hand from Jungkook’s and went back to his own chicken.

“Sometimes I wish you would.” he muttered under his breath but the other didn’t hear.

They finished their lunch with casual chatter, mostly about work. Jungkook had a new client who was an utter mess and couldn’t seem to properly compile his documents or had a shit secretary. He wasn’t really sure but either way, it was obviously for the best that he was hiring a financial accountant. Jungkook had been wondering how the man had been getting by all these years, he wasn’t exactly a spring chicken anymore. It would be one of the smaller accounts he managed but that didn’t really bother him. Taehyung on the other hand seemed to have too much time on his hands and was complaining that he was caught up on his Netflix Original and was bummed that he now had nothing new to watch. Jungkook could only laugh and shake his head at his friend. At least he knew, despite how lax the elder appeared he did actually get all of his work done, which was why he grew bored easily.

They ended up having to high tail it back to work. Forgetting about the time entirely, they only had eight minutes to punch in and they were actually seven minutes away from the office. Booking it in the afternoon sun, did nothing to help them cool down. With sweat beading at their temples, they split ways. Taehyung waving broadly as he went the back way to get to his department. Jungkook wiped his brow as he stepped into the elevator and punched number 12. As the doors were closing, his phone vibrated surpisingly softly in his pocket. Considering the comment earlier he was beginning to wonder if the phone knew what type of device it was in and social cues. The ding of the elevator coming to a floor and stopping made Jungkook’s gaze drift from the phone he pulled out to the digital number on the display in front of him, seven, not his floor. A few people stepped on and pressed a button correspondingly. Jungkook went back to his phone, it was lit up with a display box.

TaeTae 1:07pm: You’re looking at him aren’t you? ;)

Balling his hand into a fist, he muttered very quiet and unintelligble under his breath. Taehyung really wanted to get the smack down later. It seems his friend had forgotten just how easy it is for his dongsaeng to throw him around. Perhaps he should invite the man over later. Sliding his fingers over the keys he was about to reply when another message came through.

TaeTae 1:07pm: Really though, you didn’t sleep with him?

Jungkook let out an exasperated puff of air, that earned him a few glances from the two women in the elevator next to him. He could hear muttering but honestly didn’t care what they were saying. The elevator dinged once more. Glancing up once more he saw the number 12 and took a step forward with his polished black dress shoe. As the doors opened he slipped his way through and briskly made it to his office, shutting the door behind him he plopped down in his, iphone in hand. Resting his elbows on top of his desk he stared at the message and shook his head again.

Me 1:10pm: If you’re so interested in his sex life why don’t you sleep with him.

He knew that Taehyung wasn’t actually interested in Yoongi’s sex life but he really didn’t know how else to combat this topic with his crazy best friend. Tossing his phone on the desk, he unlocked his computer and tried to collect his thoughts on where he had left off. Jungkook’s phone buzzed like a banshee once more. Swooping it up out of instinct to stop the horrendously loud noise. Unlocking his phone he opened Taehyung’s message and read.

TaeTae 1:11pm: I just might ;)

A stone dropped into the pit of his stomach and sat there, weighing him down. Ignoring his phone and this strange feeling, Jungkook tried to focus on his job.

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Rose Leslie is distracted. Outside her window in Brooklyn a passer-by has fallen over on a patch of black ice and she can’t stop giggling. Storm Stella recently hit and New York has only just re-emerged from the state of emergency called by its mayor. It’s fine to laugh, she tells me, because the passer-by has got up and walked off, but she’s now positioned herself away from the window in case any more slapstick comedy strikes. Although she’s a big fan of comedy, the Scottish-born actress made her name playing serious-minded characters who are British to the bone. She first came to attention in 2010 as Gwen, a housemaid who betters herself and waved goodbye to Downton Abbey before the end of the first series. Next, in that other globally successful television juggernaut Game Of Thrones, she nailed the Yorkshire accent playing the fiery wildling Ygritte, Jon Snow’s enemy-turned-lover. There has also been a brief spell as a policewoman alongside Idris Elba in Luther. Right now, Leslie is feeling a bit nostalgic for ol’ Blighty, which may explain why she’s binge-watching The Replacement and This Country on BBC iPlayer. “I am obsessed with This Country,” she confesses. “The script is so astute about who they are representing – it manages to find the delicate balance of being truthful without belittling.” It’s been five months since the 30-year-old left her London flat for America to play a role that is completely different to her previous work: a high-flying lawyer in modern day Chicago. In The Good Fight – a new 10-episode spin-off from the eminently watchable The Good Wife, which finished last year after seven series – senior partner of the parent show’s law firm Diane Lockhart (Christine Baranski) loses her life savings in a financial scam. But, in the tenacious female fashion of the original show, she sets up shop afresh with her goddaughter Maia Rindell (played by Leslie) and Lucca Quinn (played by fellow Brit Cush Jumbo) in another distinguished Chicago legal firm. Already critically acclaimed in the US, The Good Fight does not shy away from contemporary politics, covering topics such as fake news and police brutality. Leslie admits that the opportunity to live in New York for five months while filming the show was a perk she couldn’t refuse, but Brooklyn is a long way from her family’s 15th-century castle in Aberdeenshire where she grew up with her four siblings (a stint in a Somerset boarding school put paid to her Scottish burr) before arriving in London aged 18 to study at the London Academy of Music and Dramatic Art (LAMDA). Her background may be lofty but in conversation Leslie is anything but. She is naturally warm, engaging, laughs often (and hard) and has impeccable manners. Until someone falls over on a patch of ice, that is… With the success of Downton Abbey and Game Of Thrones, it seems like you have the golden touch when it comes to choosing TV shows to work on. What attracted you to The Good Fight? I was late to the party with The Good Wife but so many of my friends loved it. When I finally gave it a go, I thought the writing was fantastic and I was pulled in by the fact that [writers] Michelle and Robert King wrote so powerfully and beautifully for women. The characters are intelligent, passionate women who are struggling with climbing the prickly ladder to the top of the legal profession. It’s not an easy path but the story lines aren’t obvious. The script was completely engrossing. It features a lot of strong women who show a sense of solidarity with one another. How significant is that element to the show? There is definitely an aura and an atmosphere on set, which hopefully translates on screen, of solidarity among all the female lawyers within this particular firm. You don’t see perfect women who can juggle all the aspects of their lives. They are struggling with the workplace environment. Something that I greatly believe in is the fight that one should have for those who are being unjustly targeted, and I think the writers execute this brilliantly by highlighting the political climate right now in the US. I don’t necessarily believe that I should be a political commentator but I’m proud to be working on a show that feels it has a duty to hold up a mirror to the political landscape and therefore provide an element of accountability. Was there anything that bonded you and Cush Jumbo as Brits on set? It sounds ridiculous but honestly, from the beginning it was tea. We were asked whether we wanted water on set and both Cush and I replied, “Er, can we have some tea?” We fell into the trap of being a cliché but the first thing that bonded us was our love for tea. What have you found challenging about working away from home? I’ve missed my friends’ 30th birthdays and I’ve missed weddings. But please, that’s fine, this is not a violin session right now. I am working with some wonderful people, but I do miss the pub, our sh*t weather, being able to hop on the Victoria Line and cross the city. But that’s only because I’ve lived in London for about 11 years and I very much consider it home. But I have most certainly embraced New York, it’s a fabulous city. Was growing up in a castle in the Scottish countryside as idyllic as it sounds? My siblings and I spent most of our days rolling around in puddles, clambering through bushes and climbing trees – it was glorious. As soon as I hear a wood pigeon I’m immediately transported back there. It’s the one place on earth where I feel very settled and grounded and at peace. My parents still live there and it’s an amazing place to come home to. In The Good Fight, your character Maia comes from a very privileged background but is desperate to prove her own worth. Is that something you’ve ever identified with? I was never oblivious [to] the challenges that an actor would face leaving drama school. At the time I felt lucky to get into LAMDA. Then you’re going to need a huge amount of luck on your side. I loved it so much though; there was never a feeling of having to prove my worth to anyone. Ygritte’s most famous line – “You know nothing, Jon Snow” – has now become a catchphrase. How did you become so talented at accents? At drama school we had an hour-long accent lesson every other day for almost three years. One of the dialects I responded to most was the northern one and I ended up playing a northern lass in a touring production for five months before Game Of Thrones, which was lucky as it helped me sound relatively authentic. There are still so many I can’t do though. I long to be able to do a South African accent but I’m terrible at it and am too ashamed to attempt it in public. If you weren’t an actor, what would be your Plan B career? I would have pursued a career in psychology – it’s so interesting. I think this leads into why I am an actor – it’s a fascination I have always had with behaviour, body language and the reasoning behind why one reacts the way they do. I read that Kit Harington, who plays Jon Snow in Game Of Thrones, told a police officer about his character’s fate to get out of a speeding ticket. Is there anything you would spill Game Of Thrones secrets for? Probably something horribly self-involved like getting into a Bear’s Den gig. I happened to see them when they were here a couple of months ago and they packed out the Williamsburg Music Hall. I respectfully paid for that ticket but if I couldn’t have seen them? Well, I would be tempted… But I don’t know any spoilers. I’m actually completely clueless as to what is going to happen next season. What do you do to switch off? I am currently in Williamsburg and there is a pottery studio about two blocks away from me, so in the evenings I’ve been taking classes to entertain myself. So far I’ve made a couple of bowls and handle-less mugs – there’s no way I could set a handle on there! I’d like to think I’m channelling Demi Moore in Ghost but I really am so bad at it. The lovely instructor does most of it for me. Finally, what’s the first thing you’ll do when you get back to London? Have some baked beans on toast. I was devastated when the supermarket here didn’t have Heinz ones and I don’t trust the American version. They are my ultimate home comfort.

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