#also listen i enjoy eye candy of any vintage

[keepthetension]

yup, you get it <3

this made me curious about how old the actor is and:

SAME AS MEEEEEEEEE

also! he was in a boy band called Gentle Boy Institute. incredible name, 11/10, no notes

their 2009 album cover, looking very 2009 but could do with more eyeliner

but youtube has absolutely fuckall for me in the Gentle Boy Institute department. maybe the group didn't stay together long? god i hope there wasn't some terrible scandal

i'm sorry, inspector sexypants has fucking dimples???? and they haven't let us see him smile ONCE?????? that's the real crime taking place this episode

[lotties-ashwagandha]

CHRISTMAS WITH THE YELLOWJACKETS (headcanons)

SHAUNA

will forget to wrap your gifts until the very last minute and then spends hours wrapping , chugs a whole pot of coffee in preparation as if she bleeds espresso

her gifts are very thoughtful tho she gives the best christmas presents. shes perceptive to things you like and want, even if you don’t tell her she’ll notice if you’re eyeing something in a store while you’re out and will get it for you when you’re not looking

she can’t be fucked w christmas cookies though she’ll buy some at the store and plate them up all pretty and tell everyone she made them herself

anyway. she is passionate about the christmas tree (why does that sound dirty?) she needs the ornaments to be all in the right place and the lights to be equally distributed or else everything’s coming off and she’s putting it back on the right way

LOTTIE

NEEDS the entire wellness center to be decorated or else her seasonal depression makes her want to be chasing bitches through the woods with knives (again)

from the 5 exact same fics in the lottie tag i think we’ve all established that she can’t bake cookies even though she tries exceedingly hard

she buys all the seasonal coffee creamers that are all the fucked flavors , you’ll get in the fridge and be faced with “gingerbread candy cane sugar cookie mcgriddle subway sandwich taissa’s fresh farmed dirt” flavored coffee creamer

i can also see her getting hyperfixated on those “christmas baking championship” series , you don’t watch the show but you know everyone who’s eliminated each week by name

TAISSA

prepares a whole pot of dirt for the two of you

“I got this bucket of dirt from outside the boxing gym, it really packs a punch”

i’ll never not make fun of this bitch for eating dirt I’m sorry

anyway she probably hides your christmas presents but forgets where she hides them and then she has a little easter egg hunt for everything she bought you

you’ll be doing spring cleaning a few months later and be like oh my god look at _____ i told you i wanted this for christmas have you been hiding it???? and she’s like oh

she also has the BEST christmas songs playlist , possibly even better than van’s

VAN

if she buys you clothes they’ll be thrifted and she has this whole thing about how she doesn’t support fast fashion and at this point you’ve stopped asking for clothes bc girl keeps giving you dusty ass 60s shit and not the good kind

has old copies of all the good vintage christmas movies tho and you have movie nights with popcorn and blankets

she has a favorite peppermint scented candle that she always lights when you’re doing something christmassy, baking cookies or watching movies or whatever it may be

decorates the shop for christmas ‼️ and you help her and it’s absolutely gorgeous , she plays christmas carols all day during work

NATALIE

will probably buy you some rlly expensive alcohol tbh and you guys party like hell for christmas

will also get you something sentimental tho and act like it’s nothing when it’s everything

she’d be less into christmas than you but would be down to use it as an occasion to get lit, give you gifts, and tell you she loves you

and sex . just saying

MISTY

now LISTEN this girl goes all out

caligula has a miniature christmas tree in his cage and she reads the christmas carol to him every year

she really enjoys those little 5-7 minute vintage disney christmas shorts and will make you watch them with her because she thinks they’re so cute and funny

chip and dale reminds her of her and nat

she’s obviously chip in her mind and nat is dale

anyway

she’ll also hand make your presents, not all of them but I can definitely see her crocheting you something or smthn like that

in any case I’m going to bed my loves im exhausted and writing this before christmas bc i probably wont be active on christmas but MERRY CHRISTMAS i hope you all enjoy the holidays, thank you for reading and supporting <3

[plant-flwrs]

I love your writing!! ♥️🥺♥️🥺 If it's okay, could I maybe request a cute shy Hufflepuff!reader x Fred, maybe where Fred knows of her but has never actually *noticed* them until he sees them playing in the snow? And ever since whenever he plays a prank, he looks to them to see them laugh (which they usually are)? If that's okay, of course! I've been in a mood listening to vintage fall & autumn music and thought of this 😭

never too old for fun // fred weasley

masterlist!

a/n: this is such an adorable request!!! thank u sm, i hope you like it!! also u better drop the link to that playlist because it sounds amazing. 

summary: Fred is caught in your snowball fight, and he can’t stop thinking about you afterwards.

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The snow crunched under your boots, sticking to the sides and creeping into the tops. You shook your feet with each step, attempting to keep your socks dry. You stuffed your hands in your pockets, giving up on trying to stop wisps of your hair from crossing your eyeline. 

“I just need some chocolate frogs,” your friend reassured, her mouth muffled by the scarf she had pulled up and over her mouth, “I’ll be in and out quick.”

“At least it’ll be warm in there,” you replied, voice also muffled by your yellow scarf.

You glanced at your friend, smiling beneath your covers. She smiled back, and you continued to shake snow from your boots as you approached Honeydukes.

You held the door open, feeling the gust of warm air hit your freezing nose. You pulled the scarf from your face, loosening it as you nudged your way into the crowded store. You followed your friend, taking off your mittens and shoving them in your pocket. You two slid into an emptier isle, browsing the crowded shelves with wonder in your eyes. Your hands slid across the pink wood, stopping every once and a while to look at something. You held a bag of assorted hard candies in the shapes of magical creatures, and waited for your friend while she decided on how many chocolate frogs she wanted.

Soon, you were both stepping back into the cold, bags tucked into your jackets. You jogged ahead of her, picking up a handful of snow. Before she could get her own ball, you tossed one at her, hitting her in the shoulder.

“Y/n!” she called after you, ducking to fill her hands with snow as she chased after you. 

You maneuvered your way through the crowded streets of Hogsmeade, bumping shoulders with a few of your classmates. Soon her hard snowball connected with your back, and you stumbled to a stop. You went to the side of the street, watching as she ducked behind a barrel full of butterbeer outside of the Three Broomsticks. You tried to find something to cover yourself with, but couldn’t see anything close. You crouched and filled your hands with soft snow, moving closer to her slowly. She was ducked behind the barrel and couldn’t see you, so you ducked on the other side.

You heard snow crunch, and leapt from the ground, launching the snow that was in your hands onto your friend.

Except, it wasn’t your friend, it was Fred Weasley. His coat was slick with melting snow, and some had landed in his face. It stuck in his lashes and he had closed his eyes in reaction to the impact.

You were already laughing, trying to cover the noise with your wet mittens. Your friend slowly rose from where she was hiding, and sidestepped over to you.

“I’m so sorry!” you laughed out, watching as he removed his hands from his pockets to wipe his face.

The initial anger he felt disappeared at the sight of you. You, wrapped in your Hufflepuff scarf, an adorable yet huge jacket hugging your front, covered in snow. You started to wipe your mittens on your pants, and once they were rid of snow, you reached out to brush off the snow on his chest. You blushed at the feeling of his toned chest beneath the layers of clothes, and he smiled at you.

“ ‘S alright,” he said, gently wrapping a warm hand around your wrists and holding them away from his chest.

“I was aiming for her,” you mumbled, not taking your eyes off of Fred.

“Snowball fight? Aren’t we a little old for that?” he asked, but it was obvious he wasn’t serious.

“Never too old for fun,” you quipped back, enjoying the feeling of his hands on you.

His smile broadened and he slowly released your hands. You felt a little cold at the absence, but lowered your hands back into your pockets.

“Y/n, right?” he asked you, lifting his beanie off his head and pushing his hair back. 

You almost forgot to answer, too enticed by his long fingers gliding through his hair with ease. You watched his careful fingers pull the beanie back on, and met his eyes again. You nodded, swallowing hard.

“I’m Fred,” he said, his crooked smile widening at the blush creeping over your cheeks.

“I know,” you hummed, and your friend discreetly elbowed your side.

You furrowed your brows and shook your head, snapping yourself out of whatever trance his hands put you in.

“I mean-”

“I know what you mean,” he reassured, letting out a laugh that almost sounded like a giggle, at your cute antics.

You met his eyes again, smiling shyly at him.

“Okay, lovely talking with you,” you friend intersected, feeling uncomfortable standing off to the side while you and Fred ogled each other for a little too long.

You waved at him, following as your friend pulled you back to school.

“See you later?” he asked smoothly, his voice sounding like honey.

“I hope so,” you called back to him, making him blush this time.

Back in the school, back in your warm dorm, you shed your wet winter clothes. You peeled off your jeans and the tights you wore under them, and pulled off the snow covered jacket and sweater. You changed into dry and warm clothes, picking up the bag of candies you got from Honeydukes.

You and your friend left the dorms again, now dry, to walk around the campus.

“He was practically undressing you with his eyes,” she teased you for the tenth time since you left Fred at Hogsmeade.

“He wasn’t! We were just talking,” you insisted, but the blush burning the back of your neck reminded you of the gaze he looked at you with.

Your mind just kept replaying his hands moving through his ginger hair, the crooked grin he gave you, his hands on your wrists.

“Is that why he’s staring at you right now?” she teased, shoving your shoulder to turn you to the courtyard.

You both stood in the entry hall, the huge doors stood open to the cold winter outside. Fred, George, and Lee all stumbled through the courtyard, returning from Hogsmeade. Fred’s eyes caught yours, and he stared at you. 

His smile from whatever George had said dimmed, and he parted his lips a little. You pulled a candy from the bag, slipping it into your mouth absentmindedly. His lips curved into a smirk, and he looked briefly at the ground. When his eyes drifted back to yours, you pulled another candy from the bag. You held it away from your body, offering it to him across the courtyard. His smile widened, and he looked at George and Lee before breaking into a jog to reach you. George and Lee stood back, moving to rest their shoulders on a tree as they watched Fred approach you.

“Seeing you sooner than I thought I would,” you said, still holding out a pink hard candy in the shape of a miniature unicorn. 

“Sooner than you’d like?” Fred asked, a teasing smile reaching his lips.

He slid his hand under yours, his fingers grazing your wrist. You dropped the candy into his open hand, letting your fingernails run against his palm. You waited before retracting your hand, and he did too.

“Of course not,” you replied, pulling your hand away slowly. 

He brought his hand to his mouth, twisting the candy between his fingers. He tossed the candy into his mouth, and his cheeks hollowed as he sucked on the candy.

“Tastes like strawberries,” he said, his words altered by the candy in his mouth.

“The unicorns are a surprise flavor,” you said, digging through the bag to find another, “I like the watermelon one’s.” 

You gave up looking for the candy, lifting your eyes to Fred’s again. His were trained on your face, already looking at you.

“Thank you,” he said, quirking on eyebrow as he saw you blushing under his gaze again.

“You’re welcome,” you mumbled bashfully.

“What are you two up to?” he asked, pulling his eyes away from you and flicker them to your friend.

“Just walking around,” she answered for you, as you found it hard to do anything but smile blissfully at Fred’s charming mannerisms. It was becoming aware to you now why almost all the girls in your house had a crush on the twins at one time or another.

“Mind if we join you?” he asked, nudging his head towards George and Lee, who were still looking at the three of you.

“Don’t you want to get out of your wet clothes?” you said, finding your voice again.

“Well, if you’re offering, sweetheart,” he smirked, and you let out a surprised laugh. You placed a hand over your widening smile, and felt your cheeks burning beneath them.

“Very charming, Wealsey,” your friend said, laughing at your reaction.

“I try,” Fred said, shrugging his shoulders and biting his bottom lip with a smile as he looked at you.

You chuckled still, your shoulders jostling a little.

Fred turned his back to you, waving over George and Lee. The two stalked over, and by the time they had reached you, you had managed to cool your cheeks a bit.

“Hi,” your friend choked out, her eyes fixed on George.

George gave her a shy smile, ignoring Lee’s playful nudge on the shoulder.

“Let’s go,” Fred said, his hand slipping into yours as he pulled you down the hallway.

You walked between Fred and Lee, laughing at just about everything they said. George and your friend trailed behind, sharing shy glances and nervous laughter. Any time your sweet laugh came from your lips, Fred’s eyes would drift to you. He watched and waited for your reaction any time he said something.

Soon, though, you were stood in the basement, nearing the Hufflepuff common room. Your candy was gone, the empty bag crumpled in your hands. You sucked on the last one, a watermelon unicorn. You and your friend rested your back against the wall next to the stairs, looking up at the boys in front of you.

“Lovely talking with you,” your friend referenced from earlier, a smirk flirting across her lips as she batted her eyelashes at George.

“Yeah,” he tripped on his word, blushing at her.

“Talk to you soon?” Fred asked, once again repeating what he said in Hogsmeade.

“I hope so,” you answered, starting down the stairs and dragging your blushing friend with you.

“Oh my god!” she shrieked the second you were in the privacy of the common room.

“Shh!” you hushed her, sending apologetic glances to your peers in the corner doing their homework.

You couldn’t contain it either, though and out a string of giggles as you two raved on about the twins.

A week later, the two of you sat in the library. Neither of you had any intentions of studying, but it was far too cold to hang out in the courtyard or the black lake.

You twirled a quill in your fingers, listening to your friend complain about the assignments Snape had been piling on recently. You glanced down at your open textbook beneath you, and when you lifted your gaze, you saw something behind your friend’s shoulder.

It was a little ball of light, like a miniature firework. It whizzed behind your friend, and at the noise her head turned. It moved again, hovering over your table. It twirled around the two of you, and you watched with an amused grin as it ran circles around your head for a moment. It darted away, moving to the desk Madam Pince occupied. She had a large pile of papers in front of her, and at the approaching noise, her head shot up. She pulled her glasses off her face in a hurried gesture, her eyes following the light as it bounced around her. Her head tilted up as the light flew into the ceiling, and followed it back down as it dove into her pile of papers. Her papers were sent into the air, landing all around the library. Laughter flooded the room as she huffed, trying to catch the impossibly fast ball of light with her hands. She ran from the library, following it as it retreated down the hall.

Fred peaked from behind a bookshelf, moving over to you with George following him.

“What’d you think?” he asked, sliding into the chair next to you and leaning his arm across the back of your chair, his fingers moving to play with the ends of your hair that rested down your back. 

George sat across from Fred, copying his actions and sliding next to your friend.

“That was you two?” your friend asked, looking at George.

George nodded proudly, smiling back at your friend.

“How?” you asked, looking to Fred. When you turned your head, you hadn’t realized how close he was, your noses were almost touching.

“One of our Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes products,” he answered, a little breathless from the close proximity to your face.

“It was brilliant,” your friend said from across the table, sitting up straighter as she laughed with George.

“What if she finds out it was you?” you asked, and Fred watched your brows furrow in a concerned expression.

“She won’t, darling, don’t worry,” Fred smirked at you, pulling back from you slightly.

He brought a hand to your face, brushing a piece of hair from your eyes.

You looked at him quickly, turning your head away from him when his hand retracted. It was a simple gesture, but it left you with butterflies in your stomach.

“I had something I wanted to show you,” George said to your friend, standing.

He offered his hand to her, and she looked at you before taking it.

“I’ll meet you back in the common room?” she said, and you nodded. She allowed George to pull her away.

“How’s your day been?” Fred asked, still leaned close to you. You could almost feel his breathing against your cheek, and you licked your lips nervously.

Fred’s eyes shot to your tongue running across your bottom lip, thinking you must be doing it on purpose. He breathed hard, trying to focus on the conversation.

“Good,” you squeaked out, still nervous by how close he was, “just been here most of the day.”

“The library?” he asked, and you nodded.

“Kind of ruining my reputation by being here,” Fred joked, leaning back in his chair.

“Should we go somewhere else?” you joked back, risking a glance at him. His eyes trained on your face entranced you, and you couldn’t look away from him.

“Here’s fine,” he whispered, moving his face closer to you.

Your lips parted a little, and his eyes darted to them. He looked back up at you.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispered, his voice low and desperate.

“Yes,” you barely managed to say before his mouth was on yours.

Your eyes fluttered closed, and your hands slowly crept to his hair. You ran your fingers through it like you had wanted to do for so long, and Fred groaned into your mouth. He brought a hand to your waist, pulling you towards him in the chair. His other hand went to your face, and he pushed back some loose hair.

“Mister Weasley!” Madam Pince called from the doorway of the library.

He didn’t pull away from you. You moved your face to rest on his shoulder as he looked behind you at Madam Pince’s severe face. Your hand snaked from his hair to rest on his tie, and he groaned softly again into your ear.

“Need I remind you-” she started, but Fred was already talking.

“Sorry, won’t happen again,” he reassured, pulling you from the table by your hands.

He pulled you closer to him once you stood, his mouth going to your ear.

“It will definitely happen again,” he said, turning his head to look at your swollen lips and blushing cheeks.

[g0ldengubler]

chapter 7~instant crush

A/N: aaaaaa this chapter is so/so???? i guess it gets better at the end??? idk, i’m starting to get back into that “i’m not a good writer” mindset that i was in at the beginning of nauseous. i’m hoping to start writing another chapter super soon! i’m just stuck in rut and it’s showing in the chapters. i’ll work harder to make them better, but no promises. also listen to the song that the chapter was named after here. it’s literally one of my all time favorite songs on the planet lol. ok, i apologize in advance but i hope u still enjoy :)

Category: fluff

CW: smoking weed, mentions of toys and smoking tools and pieces

Word Count: 2680

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After what felt like days, you and Spencer had finally made it to your father's cabin. You hadn't been up north in years, all because you were so focused on getting your dream job. Driving down a dirt road, the smell of the trees mixed with rain had you feeling nostalgic, triggering memories of when you were a little girl, reading Charles Dickens under a tree or on the rocky shores of the lake. You couldn't wait to share these new memories here with him.

When you arrived in Michigan, you made sure you got all of your favorite goodies like Better Maid potato chips, Faygo's Rock'n'Rye, Vernors ginger ale, Superman ice cream, and you even made Spencer stop at your favorite pizza place, Buddy's, so you could get your favorite salad and a cheese pizza with light sauce and a crispy crust. He chuckled at how plain you like your pizza, but it was something you and your grandmother shared a loved for. You wanted Spencer to have as close to the Michigan experience he could because while you weren't in love with your home state, the small things you grew up with gave you joy.

The last errand you made before moving up north was to a dispo in Ann Arbor. Spencer couldn't go in with you, so you left him in the car (even though you wanted him to come in with you, he didn't have his card so it wouldn't work). Walking in, you showed the security guard your med card and continued your way through the store. Jars of bud covered the shelves on the wall. Glass showcases were filled with wax. Each strain (no matter what form) had labels in front of them, giving information about it and what it could do to help with any specific problem like joint pains or body spasms. You never really had a preference on what strain was best, nor got too picky if it was an indica, sativa, or hybrid.

You talked with a staff member and asked what they suggested. You ended up getting some Cherry Pie flower, joint papers, hemp blunt wraps, and a mini bbq lighter. Once you grabbed the goods, you headed out to suddenly notice a store that was at the outdoor mall next door. A smile grew on your face as you ran back to the car, set your bag down behind your seat, and grabbing Spencer by his hand and pulled him with you to the mall.

"Silly girl, I thought we were done with the errands?" He asked.

"One more stop," you said eagerly, "I promise. Plus, I think you'll get a little kick out of it."

A small building appeared as you made him stop in front of it. You saw him look up at the sign, looking a little confused. "There's a store with the same name as me?"

"Wait till you get inside." You giggled.

Those who weren't familiar with the store would think it was an edgier Hot Topic, but once you showed him what was in the back of Spencer's, you saw his jaw drop and couldn't hold in the laugh that was brewing in your throat. "Told you you'd get a little kick out of it."

"Well I thought you meant because of the fact it's called Spencer's, not because of all the...toys...they have."

"Are you getting ideas, Doctor?"

He straightened himself out and fixed his sweater. "I cannot confirm, nor deny your question."

"Dr.Spencer Reid," you giggled, slapping his arm softly, "naughty boy."

"Are you getting idea's, Agent L/N?"

You were quiet for a moment. "...maybe." you mumbled.

Spencer just laughs at the little banter you just had. "Let's save it for when we're home. It'll give me time to really think about it."

As you're left there speechless, your clouded mind is interrupted by the look on his face as he looks at the dick shaped candy they had.

"Ok, ok," you giggled, "let me go find what I'm looking for and then my errands are done. I'm ready to just sit back on the couch, put a fire on, and relax."

From there you went to the middle of the store, where you grabbed a green rolling tray with a panda on his back smoking a joint, a hot pink grinder, and a game controller ashtray before going up to the cashier to pay. You then headed back to the car and headed off to the cabin.

The cabin hadn't changed a bit, with its Christmas lights still hung and the skeleton that was sitting on the porch chair. You thought maybe your dad did all this while you two were on your way, but whatever the reason, you could tell that Spencer was already in love with it once he saw the skeleton. You forgot how big the cabin was. It wasn't small like a fairy's cottage, but you could say it was smaller than Rossi's mansion.

The smell of pine needles and fire smoke filled your head with nostalgia as you entered. You dropped your bags and plopped on the couch. You felt at home, and with Spencer, the feeling was stronger than you could've ever felt. You let out a big sigh, smiling as you hold one of the couch pillows to your chest.

"If your father built this cabin, he's the genius not me." Spencer joked as he moved your legs over so he could sit down next to you. He let your legs rest on his lap, rubbing your legs awkwardly, giving you that awkward white guy smile.

"How about you put the bags in the bedroom and then we'll go exploring," you said as you adjusted your position, using the armrest as support, "I haven't been here in years and I'm feeling very nostalgic."

"Sounds like a plan!...um..." Spencer looks around the living room, trying to find the bedroom.

"Oh, sorry! It's straight down that hall on your left." You pointed over to the hallway next to him. Once he saw the open doors to the bedroom he grabbed your bags and sat them down. You got up as he walked to the room and started exploring. You started in the kitchen, looking back on the times you'd bake the most gooey chocolate chip cookies as your dad cooked the family stew. Your father always had a hobby for making food, didn't matter if it was a meaty dish or a beautiful dessert. You thought nothing could beat your father's cooking, and that became especially true when you went to college.

As you were walking to the hall, you noticed Spencer admire the artwork that was hanging on the walls. "Did you know that the first log cabins that were built in America were emigrants from Sweden and Finland?" He asked. "They had been building them for 1,000 years, prior to coming here."

"That's very interesting," you said loudly as I walked to my old room, "I didn't know that." Something you always loved was to listen to people talk. Spencer was known for rambling about something when he should've been keeping it case related. He'd start off with giving them what they wanted to know, but then get so excited that he kept going on. It was something you did, too, but only around those you were comfortable around and that was very rare.

As he continued to ramble facts about the paintings, you looked around the familiar room that felt a bit distant. Your dad had turned your old room into an office. All the bright lilac walls had turned to gray, and your bed with a matching white desk were replaced with a black leather couch and a black, very sophisticated desk. Pictures of the two of you mixed with Red Wing merchandise hung on the walls and sat at his desk.

"Uuuuhh, Y/N?" Spencer called, "you might want to see this!

With a confused look on your face, you walked out of the office and back out to the living room where you see him hold a ziplock bag. Inside was a small stash of something similar that you bought that day.

"Where did you find all that weed?" you asked.

"I was looking at the books on this bookcase and as I took one out to explore further, this fell out with it."

You start exploring on your own. It had to be here. It'd make complete sense.

"What are you looking for?"

You ignore him for a moment before finding it. That son of a bitch.

You show Spencer the glass piece you found, the light in the room making its blue accent glow.

"Is that a erlenmeyer flask?" He asked, looking puzzled.

You couldn't help but laugh at his innocence. "You're cute," you said, "but no, it's a bong! My dad's a sneaker bastard. I never knew he smoked-" you stopped in your tracks for a moment, thinking. "...I don't know how I feel about that information."

Spencer chuckles as you go through your mini life crisis. You notice his eyes then move in different directions. It took you a minute to realize what he was looking at. He would look at you, then look at the bong, then at the bag of weed, and continue the cycle. A grin fell upon your face, making Spencer grin a evil, yet goofy smile.

"Let's get comfortable first," you propose, "I'll heat up our pizza's and grab the salads, you grab the rock'n'rye and then we'll get to smokiiin."

Without a second thought, the two of you rushed to get into pajamas. You both had decided that Christmas pajamas was the way to go with how cold it was going to be. Coming out of the bedroom as Spencer came out of the bathroom, you both laugh at the fact that you pretty much had the same theme going. While Spencer was wearing a red long sleeve with the vintage coke'a'cola Santa Clause, you wore a white fitted shirt with the coke's'cola polar bears on it. Your pants were pretty much the same red and black checkered flannels, but while Spencer wore just regular slippers, you had on Rudolph the red nose reindeer fuzzy socks.

After heating up the pizza and pouring the drinks, your grab your food and went for the couch. You sat it on the coffee table in front of you before grabbing the bong, along with the bag and your grinder. As you began to grind the flower, you looked over to Spencer, who seemed to be really loving the pop through the nervousness on his face.

"Are you sure you want to try smoking out of a bong, Spence?" you asked, "Because you don't have to if you're too nervous."

"No no, I do want to! I'm just getting excited that's all."

"You're ok with your mouth being on the same place mine has?"

He was quiet for a moment. "No spit will be on this," you explain, taking the look on his face as a maybe, "but we have our napkins if you want to wipe."

"Ok, good!" He sighed out of relief.

Once the bud was grounded, you took some out with your fingers and packed it in the bowl, rubbing your fingers together to get some of the sticky stuff off. You then put on some music from you groovy playlist on your phone, connecting it to the bluetooth speakers that surrounded the room.

As you put your mouth on the top, lighting the bowl, you move the flame over half of it, letting Spencer have the other half. You felt eyes burning on you as you took the bowl out and inhaled. You held the smoke in your lungs for a few moments before a cloud formed in front of your face.

You handed the bong and lighter to Spencer, showing him what to do. You reminded him to inhale as he held the flame to the bowl. You watch as he did exactly what you did, copying your movements from memory. When he exhaled, the cloud of smoke was a bit bigger than yours was, you were shocked that he didn't have a coughing fit afterward.

He sat it down on the coffee table and sat back on the couch, letting the sensations take over his body. You grabbed the bong again and took another hit, handing it to Spencer afterward. He surprisingly took it from your hands and took another rip. You ended up doing this a few more times until your grinder was empty. You took the last bong rip, setting it back down and slouched on the couch.

By this time, the munchies had kicked in. You both devoured your dinner in a matter of minutes. But the tingles slowly left your body once you finished, so you grabbed the bong and your grinder again. This time, you took the bottom part off, looking at the leftover bits of the bud that turned into almost a powder form. You then grabbed your bag from the dispo that was sitting on the table next to you, and grabbed the flower you had bought. You took the cherry pie bud out of its container and ground it up.

You looked over to Spencer, who was just feeling the music. He looked very much relaxed, staring at the ceiling fan that hung above them.

After taking a huge rip from the bong, you coughed out a bit as you sat it back down. Without even realizing, you sneaked your way under his arm, laying your head on his chest. He put his arms around you, letting you snuggle into him.

With the light of the moon now being your only source of light, and the song Instant Crush playing in the background, you felt safe in his arms. Nothing could've ruined this moment. All you wanted was him and him alone.

"You're like a beautiful dragon, Y/N." You heard Spencer say.

You look up at him with a confused look on your face. "What do you mean by that?"

"When you exhaled. When I exhaled, even. We were like dragons blowing fire. It was so cool."

He was definitely gone, it was pretty obvious. But hearing him babble on and on about being dragons made you smile and giggle. It was contagious, making Spencer giggle with you, and then you couldn't stop. Your stomach and cheeks were hurting at this point.

Once the giggling calmed down, you looked up at him, as he looked down at you. Without a thought in mind, you both leaned and kissed. Your lips hovered over the other for a moment, before leaning back in, your lips melting together as your tongues attacked the other. His right hand in your hair, and his left cupping the side of your face.

After a minute, Spencer broke away and spoke. "I don't care what we are right now," he said, "we can talk about that another time. Right now, I just want you."

You smiled and went back in. He smiled through the kiss, letting tongue go back to where it belonged.

And there you stayed, kissing here and there, taking a few more hits before you both passed out on the couch, your arms still around the other.

[gatheringfiki]

The following ficlet was written by @flow-it-show-it​ based on this photoset.

Pairing: Fili/Kili Rating: T for suggestive talk

Tags: Unrelated Fili/Kili, Circus AU, Dirty Talk, Daddy Kink, References to Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet References, Fee is the Boss of Kee and Kee Loves It

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Romeo and Romeo

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What the everloving hell?!

Bill pats his spouse’s arm. I suppose it’s meant to be avant-garde.

A goddamn travesty is what it is.

Suspended from ceiling wires in front of the proscenium arch, a great peaked awning floats over the stage apron like a gaudy cloud, tarted up with gold trim and tassels.  Even worse, it’s made out of canvas striped white and lilac.  Lilac!

Jesus H. Christ, mutters Arkenstein, sliding as far down in his velvet seat as he can get. 

We are only here for a look-see, Greenleaf whispers to his chagrined business partner.  Merely a taste of Junior’s big idea.  I made it very clear to him that our coming tonight does not amount to a ‘Yes’.   He pauses, wrinkling his nose like a cat encountering a foul odor.   I mean, really…  LILAC.

It’s inspired by the Belle Epoque cabaret aesthetic, Tori offers helpfully.  Her theater arts degree qualifies her to chime in with authority.  Also, she thinks Greenleaf Junior is hot as a fucking rivet.

And dumb as a box of rocks, mutters Dwayne one row behind.

I didn’t know Romeo and Juliet was set in a circus, Barry goads his brother.

It ain’t.  At least not in any production I’ve seen.  Dwayne should know, having spent eight summers in Manhattan stagehanding Shakespeare in the Park.

As the house below begins to fill up with theatregoers, Kee begins to shift uneasily in his seat.  Have you ever been to one of these things before? he whispers in Fee’s ear.

Sure; lots of times.  In fact, Fee’s in his element.  His parents made sure of it by dragging him along to countless opening nights, exposing him to everything from Pinter to Puccini to Pictures At An Exhibition…

Kee, however, feels distinctly out of place.  Even though no one can see them in the deepest part of the box, he senses judging eyes.  Everyone’s dressed all fancy, he laments. At least you look like you belong.

Baby, don’t worry.  You look great.

You look better.

Both, in fact, look dangerously fine.  Advised by Arkenstein to “clean up nice”, they’d spent the afternoon picking out decent clothes at the fanciest mall Kee had ever seen.

It had a fucking waterfall, he told Ori afterwards.  Indoors! And a Christmas tree ten stories high.  I mean, it went up two levels, almost to the skylight.  And we saw a shop that sold nothing but candy apples with all different things stuck to them! 

He leaves out the part where Fee bought him one.  Twenty-three years old and never had a candy apple!  Shiny red and rolled in coconut flakes, it tasted sweet, sticky, utterly decadent.  One more new appetite awakened since he fell in with Fee…

Neither man had purchased new togs for years, so the process of roving through racks and flicking through hangers was mighty awkward for both of them.  But judging from all the wolf whistles they received from their colleagues, they must have done pretty well for themselves—Fee especially.

Little bastard wears the hell out of a suit, muttered Tori.  But then she looks pretty swell herself, decked out in a blue-bronze taffeta wiggle dress she found in a vintage shop in Philly.

Are we supposed to do anything special? Kee persists.  Among his mother’s people, there are no such things as audiences.  If you’re not dancing, you’re singing; if not singing, you’re playing guitar; if not playing, you’re clapping and calling out encouragements.  Only outsiders do nothing but watch— and Kee is an outsider now.

Oh, baby.  Fee laces his fingers into his lover’s.  You sit, watch, listen, clap when everyone else claps—that’s all.  And afterwards, if you’ve been good – he keeps his tone casual and even – you get a treat, like I promised.

No one looking at the tall, dark, fierce-faced young man can imagine the wild flutters in his belly just now.

Behind them, the door swings open, and Tori sits up very, very, VERY straight.  Hey, Bud! she chirps.

Nicknames run rampant among circus folk, extending even to relatives outside the tent.  Greenleaf calls his errant, flighty son Junior, and most people follow suit— even Arkenstein, when he isn’t calling the kid That Pup. 

But no one except Tori calls Junior “Bud”.  You know, like on a tree? she once tried to explain. A bud off the old branch?  Turns into a green leaf?

Only when it grows up, replied Bill.

Edging his skinny ass through the doorway, Junior now claims the seat Tori’s been saving for him and throws a smattering of hullo’s all around.

Bon soir, Monsieur, says Barry, only he pronounces it bon-sewer-mon-sewer with the same smirk he’s been taunting Junior with for years.  For his part, Dwayne only grunts.

None of this tarnishes Junior’s good mood.  Tonight’s his debut as a theatrical set designer, and he’s ready to take on the world—or at least his father, insofar as their opinions on lilac diverge.  As for the circus’ other co-owner, Junior’s always idolized Big Man and hopes tonight to win his favor through the magic of stage design.

I’m very happy to have the opportunity to show you my work, Mr. Arkenstein, he intones in earnest.  I hope you like what you see.

Fee whispers something to Kee, who audibly snorts.

Junior glances over, and his face suddenly turns stony.  Where’s Goosey? he asks.  This is his subtle way of saying, I don’t recall Doctor Lonesome being on the guest list.

Greenleaf (himself a grandmaster at the ancient art of signifying) smoothly retorts, Indisposed, sadly.  Touch of the old lumbago.  So I offered Fee his seat… plus one, naturally.  

Junior’s pretty brow creases with displeasure.  Fee’s never done anything to him, of course, but that’s the problem, isn’t it?  When someone sleeps with literally everyone except you, it’s hard not to take it personally.  But Fee has two ironclad rules he’s never broken.  One:  never fuck the boss.  Two:  never fuck the boss’ twenty-two-year-old prodigal son.   And Fee’s willpower (though admittedly spotty in other areas) has always been stronger than Junior’s pleading puppy-dog eyes. 

As for Kee, he’s got Junior pegged for a major asshole and is ready to take it outside, if need be.  But Tori saves the day, touching Junior’s wrist to distract him. 

Bud, let me introduce Kee— and of course you remember Kee’s old man.

This is no insult.  Tori’s simply indicating that Fee’s taken—though to be frank, there’s a bit of delicate homage being paid to both age difference and role dynamics.  After all, old man is what some call their fathers.  Fee’s no one’s father.  But he is somebody’s daddy.

Understood or not, Tori’s quick thinking appears to defuse the situation.  Resigned, Junior nods at Fee and Kee, and everyone stands down just as the house lights dim.

Curtains-up is the test.  Again, Bill instinctively lays a hand on his husband’s arm.  This isn’t an audience participation show, after all; only the actors should make a scene.  Luckily, Arkenstein does not hurl himself from the lip of the balcony at first glance.  Both of Greenleaf’s eyebrows raise – only one would be bad news – and Dwayne and Barry throw one another a look of grudging consideration.

But Fee and Kee scarcely spare a glance at fair Verona, where we lay our scene.  Heads tipped together, they see the colored stage lights only through a blur of love and lust.

Somewhere around the balcony scene (which involves no balcony, by the way; instead, Juliet’s an aerial performer suspended from a beribboned silver hoop) Kee turns his face so that his nose brushes Fee’s stubbled cheek.

Talk to me about the treat, he whispers.

Fee’s solar plexus fires up like a gas burner set on high—or maybe like the blazing dragonstaff that tonight��s Romeo whirls and twirls around his body as he speaks his honeyed lines.

We’re only in act two. Fee feigns an offhand tone that certainly does not match his current mood.  There’s five altogether.  Plenty of time to think things up.

But in general.  Kee nudges with his nose.  I’m bored.  This story moves too slow.

His partner sighs in feigned exasperation, but he tips his jaw just slightly to tickle Kee’s lips with his beard. 

Keep your eyes on the stage and look wildly interested, he instructs.

Quivering with eagerness, Kee obeys.

Fee’s quiet for a several minutes.  Then – so low, it’s barely more than the sound of his lips and tongue making the shapes of words – he says, When we get back to the hotel, I’m going to undo you.  First your nice new clothes, and then you, a little at a time.  I think I’ll have you put your hands against the wall to keep them out of the way while I work on you.  If you think this play moves slow, wait until you see me.  A happy thought occurs to him.  Wait!  Forget the wall— I want your hands on the bureau mirror, so you can watch what’s happening…

The tiniest, tiniest Nnh! breaks loose from Kee’s throat.

Meanwhile, one row up, Barry tells Dwayne sotto voce, I like the costumes.  Who’s down in the program for wrangling threads?

Junior, I think.  Believe it or not.

Well, that’s good.  We won’t have to hire a second person.

Tori squeezes Junior’s hand, which she’s been holding for the last act and a half.  It’s awesome, she smiles.

You really, honestly think so?

I don’t think; I know.

I guess I’ll be forced to tell That Pup the truth, Arkenstein grumbles under his breath to Bill.

Which is…?

That I misjudged his abilities.  And, I guess, his taste.

From the back of the box: …and then I’ll lay you down…

O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied, implores Romeo onstage.

Juliet executes a neat fish dive within her hoop, hanging on with one hand while she reaches out to her lover with the other.  What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?

Love me, breathes desperate Kee.

Romeo manages to touch the very tips of his fingers to Juliet’s. The exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine.

Later, baby, Fee raggedly responds.

Hey, you in the peanut gallery, quit your lovey-dovin’, Arkenstein hisses.  Some of us are watching a play here.

Before Arkenstein can get another word out, Fee turns and tells Kee, I gave thee mine before thou didst request it.  He kisses Kee rough and deep and lightning-swift.  And yet I would it were to give again, he concludes, only one step behind Juliet.

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #298

“i don’t like what i am becoming  /  wish i could just feel something”

Do you have sensitive skin? Very. Do you wear necklaces or earrings more? Just my tragus piercing, really. I only ever wear a necklace sometimes if I'm taking a "nice" picture. Rings or bracelets? I currently don't wear any bracelets, but I do always have one ring on. How many toilets are in your house? Two. Is your current crush younger than you? By just a couple years. Are you a lighter complexion than your father? Yes; he's very tan, especially his arms from being a mailman. Ranch or barbeque sunflower seeds? I don't like sunflower seeds. Do you know the first five books of the Bible in order? No. Do you have a pet fish? Nah, they're not my thing. Do you believe being gay is a choice or a "disorder"? Neither; I believe it's a genetic mutation. It defies biology and the very motive for life, but I always say that a mutation does not, in any way, equate to "wrong." I am extremely adamantly pro-gay rights and bisexual myself, so I can't shit-talk it. What are some of your favourite sounds? Crunching leaves, rain gently tapping on windows, windchimes, birdsong... mainly nature sounds. There are others, I'm just blanking right now. Are you a warm weather or cold weather person? Cold, 100%. What time do you wake up? What for? This spans over a massive gap, honestly... I can wake up as early as 5 or as late as 9:30. Most often, it's pretty early, and I call that my "trial" of being awake, lol... because I will almost without fail go back to sleep for a couple more hours. Hell, that happens even if I sleep on the later side. Do you ever listen to music to fall asleep to? I used to do that in middle and maybe some of high school, I think; I'd fall asleep with my iPod on and earbuds in. I haven't done that in a very long time, though. Could you spend the rest of your life with someone who had bad taste in music? ... Yes? Their taste in music has nothing to do with them as a person???? Do you still talk to the person you fell hardest for? No, and it's best I don't. Have you ever wanted to get drunk and get your mind off everything? Yes, and that's how I found out I'm far from a lightweight. I wasn't going to drink more than I actually wanted to drink just to get wasted. Did you love playing hide and seek as a kid? Yeah. Who is the last child you held? My youngest niece. Have you ever woken up not knowing where you were? Maybe for a few moments after my surgery? I don't really recall. When is the last time you made the wrong choice in anything? Every fucking day when I decide what to do with my time. What is the most interesting thing in the room you are in? My snake, I guess. She's a champagne morph ball python. When washing your hands, do you wet your hands or put soap on first? I put on soap first. When was the hardest you ever cried? What was the circumstance? Probably when Mom literally dragged me home after I tried to walk to Jason's to talk the night of the breakup. I lost my fucking mind. Which gift cards do you have in your wallet? I don't think I have any. Coke or Pepsi? Coke. I hate Pepsi. What is better: cute smile, or amazing eyes? A cute smile. What song are you listening to? "Drilled a Wire Through My Cheek" by Blue October is on currently. Name your best friend(s): Sara. Do you know any mechanical stuff about cars? Nope. Last night you felt? I wasn't suicidal, but still kinda wanted to die lmao. Do you still watch Disney channel? No. How do you like your eggs? I only enjoy them scrambled, and preferably with cheese. What’s your all-time favorite song? "False Flags" by Massive Attack. If you could be any TV character, who would you be and why? Idk, I don't watch TV enough. Maybe Donna from That '70s Show. Very strong and independent, outspoken, and not to mention she has great taste. I find her to be a good female character to look up to. Do you ever come up with really good ideas for stories or movies? Do you do anything with them? Yeah; I'll try to integrate them into RP characters and plots. What sort of things do you post on your Tumblr? Vintage photos, screen caps, girly things? It's a Markiplier cesspit lmao. Sometimes I'll reblog shit I find funny. I've been very inactive on it, though. Have you ever had a dream that you couldn’t shake, even for days after you woke up? Oh yes. When was the last time you felt like a nuisance, or unwanted? Recently, I'm sure. When was the last time your dreams were crushed, or at least hindered? I dunno. How’s school going? I'm not in school. Are you angry at anyone right now? Myself. The last person to say they loved you? Mom. When is the last time you laughed hard? Hard? I'm really not sure. Are there any words on your shirt? No, it's just a blank black tank. Does it take a lot to make you cry? NOPE. Do you tell your parents everything? No. Do you get bored easily? I'm bored to the point of thinking being dead would be more fun at some point almost every day. I have anhedonia badly. I'm honestly starting to think I've over-medicated to a numbing degree so am trying to wean off some things. Have you ever burned someone's picture? No. How long was your last nap? Maybe three hours? I was really, really tired, though. Can you name the last time you felt happy? Probably when Sara and I talk-talked for the first time in a while. When was the last time you played with sidewalk chalk? Oh, I have zero clue. Probably not since I was a kid. Do you have friends obsessed with World of Warcraft? Bro wtf don't @ me. Have you ever punched a hole in the wall? No. Have you ever told someone you hated them? The only time I've seriously said that was to my dad before we reconciled after the divorce. What was the color of the bridesmaid dresses of the last wedding you went to? I actually don't remember... Favorite thing to do on Facebook? See The Memes. Do you wear flip flops, regardless of weather, all the time? I SAID don't @ me. What is in store for your future? I both do and don't want to know. Have you ever seen a live bat? Yeah. I adore bats. Do you chew on straws? No. Do you have any trophies? Yeah. Who’s the last person that creeped you out? Some guy who walked into the store I was at with Mom, continuously looking back and forth. Would you believe an ex if she/he said they love you? Well, that would depend on the person. Have you ever been kissed in the rain? Yeah. Anything exciting happening soon? My half-sister and her kids are visiting tomorrow and staying for a few days. It's a surprise for Mom. Do you keep a diary or journal (offline or online)? You could say these surveys kinda are. I don't have a designated "diary," though. When was the last time you took a painkiller? What was it for and did it work? I had womanly issues a few days back, and yeah, it helped. Have you ever had to go and rescue someone because their car broke down? When was the last time that happened? I mean, I've driven /with/ Mom to do so. I myself don't drive. What’s one sweet/candy you miss from your childhood? Is this item something you can still buy or has it been discontinued? Y'all remember Baby Bottle Pops??? 'Cuz I do, and I love those fuckin things. I still see them sometimes in gas stations. When was the last time you used some kind of moisturiser? A few days back for my hands. They were painfully dry. If you’re under lockdown/stay at home orders at the moment, are you struggling or managing okay? A bitch is s t r u g g l i n g. Has anything positive come out of the pandemic for you? Fuck no. Do you wear a watch? Is it analogue/digital? Does it it have things like a step-counter in it? No. Do you have any gifts from Christmas that you still haven’t opened or used? Not used, yes. Well, then some things are still in their boxes, but they're unwrapped. Do you know how to tie a tie? If so, who taught you? No. Who was your last missed call from? Did you ring that person back? Some number I didn't recognize, so no. When was the last time you had some kind of problem with your internet connection? Is this something that happens often? A few days back. It has occasional instances where it'll go out but come back on shortly. Do you have a favourite celebrity chef? No. Do you prefer pizza or pasta? Pizza. Have you ever volunteered anywhere before? What was the reason behind doing so? Once at PetSmart when they had dogs to adopt out, which was for school volunteer hours. I spent time with them, giving them attention and taking them outside. I also had two other animal-related volunteer days, but each was only a few hours because my fucking weak-ass body couldn't handle them. Have you ever been truly obsessed with something? What was it and how did you come to feel that way? I have an incredibly obsessive personality; I could probably name near on a dozen or so things I've been genuinely obsessed with. I don't know what it means to love in moderation. Some are/were pleasant obsessions, some aren't/weren't. Does it bother you when people turn up at your house without asking or waiting to be invited? Yes. Are you taller or shorter than average height? I'm the average for an American woman. Do you have any family members whose beliefs or ways of life completely embarrass you? YUP YUP YUP YUP. Are you scared of heights? Yes. When was the last time you lost something of great sentimental value? Did you ever end up finding it again? I don't know. Have you ever injured anyone in self-defense? No. What food do you find to be the most filling? Is this something you eat a lot of? In relation to its portion sizes, oatmeal or eggs. I can't have a whole lot of either. I wouldn't say I eat either a lot, but oatmeal is more common. Have you ever heard people talking badly about you behind your back? Did you confront them about it? Yes, and in at least two instances. Do you consider “home” to be the place you were born, or is it somewhere you create for yourself? I consider it to be my childhood home; not the one I was actually born in, but only because I was way too young to remember and we only lived there like, maybe two years into my life. Have you ever experienced having to leave your home due to a fire, or due to the threat of fire? No, thankfully. When was the last time you felt you were in a dangerous situation? When we had a serious tornado warning Christmas Eve. Yes. In winter. Are there any superstitions that you believe in? Which ones and what are your reasons for doing so? No. Are there any series of books/films that you never finished - either because you got bored of waiting or just lost interest? Oh, I'm sure. I Wouldn't say I lost interest in a lot though, I just wasn't interested enough, like for The Hunger Games. Which theme park is your favorite? I haven't been to nearly enough to know. Like, just one. Do you eat healthy? I try to be, at least. Though I've been doing very poorly about it lately because I'm a emotional goddamn eater and am having a very hard time. Do/did your parents fight often? They're divorced for a reason. Do YOU fight with them often? No. Would you say that you're respectful? I hope so. Are you a fan of Green Day? Yeah, I love them. Would you rather have 4 kids at one time or never have a kid? Jesus Christ, never. I don't want any anyway. Do you think 'friends with benefits' relationships really ever work? No. Do you or have you ever known a drug addict? Yes. Do you turn off the water while brushing your teeth or leave it on? I always turn it off. No reason to waste it. Do you have any nieces or nephews? Lots, if you include my half-siblings. Are caterpillars more cute or disgusting? I tend to find them cute. What's your homepage when you bring up the internet? Google. Was the last book you read for fun or was it for some type of assignment? It was for fun. Have you ever dated someone you met online? Yes. Would you go on a date with someone right now if they asked? Depends on who's asking. Do you own any band tees? Oh, I have lots. Off the top of my head, some that I frequently wear are Metallica, Otep, and Korn. Do you know someone who wears a wig? No. Have you ever kissed someone under fireworks? I don't think so. What kind of dressing do you eat on your salad, if any? I strongly prefer the Olive Garden kind, but I also enjoy ranch. What genre of music do you listen to the most? Metal of some sort. Have you ever dated someone who was way overprotective of you? No. Do you personally know any cops? No. How many different colleges have you gone to? Three. How much stress can you handle? Not much at all. How confident are you in achieving your dreams? I ain't got the slightest clue by this point in my life. What is one thing you thought you’d never do but have done or are doing? There's a lot of things, most bad, some good. Do you have to take medication for any mental illness? A lot. Do you like looking at pictures? It depends on what's in them. Specifically pictures from my past, that's usually a big no. Do you believe the dead can have connections with the living? I guess in very vague ways. Which family member do you get along with the most? Well, define "get along with." I by far have the strongest relationship with my mom, but we fight sometimes. As for who I stay on the most stable ground with, that's probably my dad. Would you ever be able to become a vegan? I know I couldn't, but I'd love to. How did you meet your newest friend? Who even IS my newest friend... Have you ever watched the show Teen Mom? What did you think about it? No, and I think it's an awful fucking idea for a television show. Put a spotlight on and money into teen pregnancy, yeah, that's a genius plan. Are you old enough to remember MySpace? Yeah. Do you think you’ll be a good mother/father? I wouldn't be. Do you have trouble deleting your text messages? I don't need to. Is there something that you haven’t told anyone that you actually would like to tell someone? No. Have you ever been called a tease? Yeah. Do people ever make fun of your religion or lack thereof? No. Do you say/do things a lot for shock effect? No? What was the last compliment you gave a guy? I probably told my nephew Ryder he was a good brother. Was one of your grandpas in a war? Maybe? Idk. I never knew either well at all. Have you screamed in a pillow before? Yes. What do you like more, acoustic or electric? Electric. Have you ever ordered something off a commercial on television? No. What's worse, having someone mad or disappointed in you? Disappointed. Do you still consider Pluto a planet? Yes. Didn't they reinstate it as one, anyway? Right now, are you at a high, leveled, or low point? What's lower than "low?"

[mab1905]

84 Questions

original: 

https://fuckyeahsurveys.tumblr.com/post/61049002526/84-questions

1. Put your music player of choice on shuffle and list the first 10 songs

Someone New (Hozier)

Cactus Tree (Joni Mitchell)

Budapest (George Ezra)

And Dream Of Sheep (Kate Bush)

Nancy Mulligan (Ed Sheeran)

And Then She Kissed Me (St. Vincent)

Level of Concern (Twenty One Pilots)

Lovefool (The Cardigans)

Best For Last (Adele)

Video Killed The Radio Star (The Buggles)

2. If you could spend a week anywhere in the world, where would it be and why? Would you take anyone with you?

Japan. I travel a lot and it’s been on my list for a while, I would really want to go to the Hayao Miyazaki/Studio Ghibli theme park, if it ever opens that is. I would bring my best friend, Layla. I also would love to go to Amsterdam again.

3. What is your preferred writing implement? (eg. Blue pen, pencil, green pen) 

My ink nib cartooning pen (similar to a quill, but without the feather)

4. Favourite month and why? 

October, not too hot, not too cold, and of course, Halloween!

5. Do you have connections to any celebrities (even minor)? List them.

Nope, met several, got to true connections though. 

6. Name 3 items you could pick up from where you are.

My iPad, my Leatherman Multitool, my collection of David Bowie postcards.

7. What brand logo is closest to you currently?

The Apple logo

8. Do you ever play board games or other non-computer games? Got any favourites?

Chess. Card games like Solitaire, Black-Jack, and Castle. A game that I can’t remember the name of but it’s essentially a board-game version of Capture The Flag. Mostly Chess.

9. A musical artist you love that isn’t well known

St. Vincent? I’m not sure if she’s well known or not.

10. A musical artist you love that is well known

David Bowie. 

11. What is your desktop background currently?

A picture of Apollo 11 accompanied by the words “It won’t fail because of me”

12. Last person you talked to, and through what you talked to them

My best friend Layla, through the iMessage app.

13. First colour name you can think of that isn’t in the rainbow

Salmon

14. What timekeeping devices are in the room you are currently in?

My iPad, my computer, my collection of vintage stopwatches

15. What kind of headphones do you use?

Sony, wireless, noise canceling, over-the ear 

16. What musical artists have you seen perform live?

Twenty One Pilots, Sylvan Esso

17. Does virginity matter to you?

I guess? I think it’s important, it’s certainly some kind of ‘milestone,’ but I don’t think it should be treated like the scale of a persons ‘purity.’ It’s important because it’s sex, and (hopefully) that means that you’re sharing a consensual, intimate experience that feels fucking great for both (or all, if it’s more then two) participants.

18. What gaming consoles do you or your family own?

Z e r o, although I’m hoping to buy a PS4 at some point so I can play Detroit Become Human.

19. What pets do you have? What are their names?

Juno is my cat, she is an adorable grey tiger-striped shorthair. She’s got little white mitten-paws and it’s absolutely ridiculous.

20. What’s the best job you’ve ever had?

Doing tech at a local theater

21. What’s the worst job you’ve ever had?

Teaching art to little kids (I like kids but it was just exhausting)

22. What magazines do you read, if any?

The New Yorker, and the National Geo if I’m like, waiting in my doctor’s office or something.

23. Inspiration behind your URL?

It’s just my initials and a year from the Edwardian era

24. Inspiration behind your blog title?

It’s just my initials 

25. Favourite item of clothing?

My reddish-brown knit sweater vest and my floral bow-tie (often paired together)

26. Are you friends with any exes?

I made a very conscious effort to cut my exe out of my life… we were not happy for a very long time to say the least

27. Name at least one book you loved as a child.

Strega Nona, it’s about an Italian witch that makes great pasta in a magic pasta pot. My dad would read it to me and my sibling in Italian.

28. What’s your native language? If that language has distinct regional variations, which variation? (eg. AU English, US English)

US English

29. What email service do you use?

Gmail

30. Is there anything hanging on the walls of the room you are currently in?

So many things. Here's the list:

A giant David Bowie poster, a plaque that says “David Bowie IS,” five David Bowie postcards, a giant Abbey Road poster, all of my patches from summer camp, polaroids of me, my friends, and my family (including my cat), ticket stubs from concerts and plays, two trail markers that I took off of fallen trees on two important cross-country backpacking trips I went on, playbills from a bunch of broadway shows I’ve seen, a poster that says “Stonewall was a riot,” a DC Comics poster, a Pink Floyd poster, a few paintings of mine, and a painting that I got for free from a street artist I befriended in Rome when I was twelve

31. What’s your favourite number, and why?

16, 24, 21, and 8, some numbers make me uncomfortable, but these are just very soft and light and nice 

32. Earliest moment in your life you can remember? 

A rocking chair with fruits painted on it sitting in a dark room and my great grandfathers brown leather loafers (I remember early early stuff in just images or stills, not full moments)

33. What did you have for dinner yesterday?

Pasta with shrimp

34. How often do you brush your teeth?

Usually twice a day, but I’ve been waking up later and later and sometimes forget in the mornings

35. What’s your favourite candy/chocolate?

I don’t know the name of it but it’s this chocolate bar that is stuffed with caramel, hot chili flakes, and crunchy bits of baked tortilla. It's one of the greatest things I’ve ever tasted.

36. Have you had other blogs on Tumblr? Do you have any other blogs currently?

I used to have one but I deleted it because I never used it

37. If you were suddenly really hungry, what would you choose to eat?

I would probably walk into the kitchen, realize that too eat something I would have to muster the effort to cook something instead, and then decide to just have a glass of milk instead.

38. What fandoms would you consider yourself a part of?

Downton Abbey (primarily Thommy)

Chernobyl HBO (as well as the Leonid Toptunov/Sasha Akimov subfandom)

Lord of The Rings and The Hobbit (books and movies)

CrankGamePlays

Buzzfeed Unsolved

Star Trek TOS

Philosophy Tube

The Dark Crystal and The Dark Crystal: Age Of Resistance

39. If you could study anything, what would it be?

If I had the energy to fully wrench my life in a completely different direction I would like to become a professional scuba diver and study the ocean. I already am a scuba diver, but it’s a hobby and not something I’m able to do very often at all.

40. Do you use anything on your lips? (eg. Chapstick, gloss, balm, lipstick)

I’ll wear chapstick if I have a cold

41. How would you describe your sense of humour?

Intellectual and dry

42. What things annoy you more than anything else?

People who think they’re better than everyone else and people who recognize a fault in themselves and then refuse to work to change it

43. What kind of position are you in at the moment?

I’m laying on my bed, hunched over my laptop

44. Do you wear much jewellery?

Occasionally I’ll wear a necklace or a few rings. I have a lot of non-traditional bracelets (I literally just have pieces of canvas and industrial tie-line wrapped around my wrist). I’m a gay guy and I like to sort-a walk the line between feminine and masculine (often leaning more towards the masc side), so it really depends on my mood.

45. Who is the leader of your country, currently? Any other levels of government with leaders? (State, region, province, county, district, municipality, etc)

A cheese-pizza flavored pringle is currently POTUS and every day the thought of that tears away at a piece of my soul. 

46. Last 3 blogs on your dashboard, not including any of your own

@shochmonster @velvet-of-the-night @panicsheerbloodypanic

47. What do you carry your money in?

My pocket, I have a wallet and I don’t use it

48. Do you enjoy driving? Why or why not?

It’s fine, don’t love it don’t hate it

49. Longest drive you have ever been on?

Three days

50. Furthest away from home you have ever been?

Went on a trip to Switzerland to visit family, I think that’s the farthest but I’m not entirely sure.

51. How many times have you moved house?

Twice

52. What is on the floor of the room you’re currently in, not including furniture?

Five paintings, stacks and stacks of books, boxes filled with stuff (mostly more books), plates, glasses, cutlery, clothes

53. How many devices do you own which can access the internet?

2, and iPad and a computer

54. Is there is anything that is guaranteed to always make you happy?

Listening to music

55. Is there anything that always makes you sad?

Thinking about my past for too long

56. What programs do you currently have open?

Google drive, I’m writing

57. What do you associate the colour red with?

Blood and fire

58. Last strong smell you can remember smelling?

Shrimp and butter

59. Last healthy thing you ate?

Three green olives and a handful of bean sprouts

60. Do you drink tea or coffee, and how much per day?

Used to drink coffee like it was life support (which it essentially was), now I’ll have the occasional cup of tea.

61. What do you associate the colour blue with?

Birds and rain

62. How long is the closest ruler you can find?

I don’t think I own one

63. What colour pants/skirt/etc are you currently wearing?

I am wearing olive green corduroy slacks

64. When was the last time you drank water?

30 minutes ago?

65. How often do you clear your browser history?

Never

66. Do you believe nude photos can be artistic, rather than erotic?

Nude anything can be artistic, it can also just be normal, eroticism is in the eye of the beholder.

67. Ever written fanfiction for anything?

Yes dear god so much fanfiction.

68. Last formal event you attended

I genuinely can’t remember, I am have extreme social anxiety and don’t go to events like that unless I absolutely have too

69. If you had to move your birthday to another date, which one would you choose and why?

I don’t care about birthdays

70. Would you prefer to be at a beach or in the countryside?

Beach, I love to swim, I’m also a surfer

71. Roughly how many people live in your town?

Uhm… eight times the number of people who live in the state of Montana and that doesn’t count daily commuters and tourists (New York City is essentially just a tin of sardines, except inside are 8.399 million sardines)

72. Do you know anyone with the same birthday as you?

No, but three of my friends were born on the day just after my birthday.

73. Favourite place to shop? Can be a certain store or a place where there are multiple stores

The Strand Bookstore, L Train Vintage, any antique shops in the town of Hudson, New York 

74. Do you have a smartphone? What kind? If you don’t, do you want one?

I used to have an iPhone 5SE but then it stopped working after a few weeks of quarantine and I haven’t gotten a new one (I’ve had it for about 5-6 years so it makes sense)

75. What is your least favourite colour, and why?

I don’t have a least favorite color, but my favorite color is prussian blue

76. How do you spell grey/gray?

Grey

77. Go to your dashboard and describe the image shown in the radar section (below the “Find blogs” link)

It’s anime fanart for a show I’ve never heard of

78. What difference is there between how many followers you have, and the number of blogs you follow?

3

79. How many posts do you have?

219

80. How many posts have you liked?

619

81. Do you post mainly reblogs, or your own content?

Mostly reblogs but I do my own content as well

82. Do you track any tags?

No, just blogs

83. What time is it currently?

10:39

84. Is there anything you should be doing right now?

writing

I’m not quite sure who to tag so it’s just open to anyone I guess?

[arthurmorganthings]

Red Room (2)

Pairing: Pornstar!Arthur/Costar!Fem Reader

Summary: Arthur returns a long awaited favor.

Warning: Contains very detailed depictions of smut.

A/N: for my fellow Arthur hoes @pomini-puttana, @arthursbitch, and @verai-marcel :)

Explicit: +18

You arrive at his condominium promptly after, opting to change into something more fit for the occasion. Your Rolex watch on the wrist and body con dress to compliment the crevices of each curve, cinched tightly to accentuate your hips. Arthur guides you past concierge through the text of his phone. he greets you with a welcoming smile. Comfortably dressed in grey sweatpants and white tank top he pivots his broad self—granting you entry. As you walk past, you can feel his eyes analyzing your choice of wear, sucking in his breath quietly as he shuts the door behind him.

His home was unapologetically modern. Brand new television, white Persian rug with a matching sofa set finish, and a vintage record player. The large windows overlooked the city beautifully though unbeknownst, Arthur was an avid fan of the arts. You'd observe as messy piles of old sketches were scattered in one area in particular. Several studies of contemporary artists filled the off-white walls of his living room. You also notice photos of a child next to what presumably is his mother. His soft blonde locks matched Arthur's, he even has his eyes. 

"It's, it's my son." He confirms, sheepishly. "Isaac."  

You glanced at him as you pondered what to say next. He bears a striking resemblance to his father. Same colored eyes, tan skin complexion, even his locks of hair to the nape of his neck is a painstakingly obvious indicator of Arthur's genetics. 

"How old is he?" You inquire, though you shouldn't—curiosity piques its interest as you observe the woman next to the child in the photo. She looks young, around her mid-twenties. Her brown locks of hair pressed neatly for the family photo; a beat of silence ensues.  

As if hesitant to respond, you add for him. "Unless you're comfortable of course." Another overbearing silence follows causing guilt to wash over you. Arthur returns to the living room with a few candy bars and gummy bears, placing them on the coffee table as he finds comfort next to you.  "Nah, you're alright. He's about five years old. His momma is very protective of 'im. Spoils that kid she does." He mumbles while grabbing the remote. "So, I don't want to seem like some cheesy bastard but I'm about to put on some Netflix. Any recommendations?" 

Giggling on instinct, you nod. "I never pegged you for a Netflix kind of guy." You glance again and you swore that a glint of mischief found him, in that one second. Excitement coursed through your veins at the idea of repeating earlier today. Though he did say he'd be returning the favor, the question would soon come to fruition as to when he'd be able to—perhaps now, or when the movie began to build gradually.   

And it did, Arthur didn't miss a beat to play his favorite western film starring Clint Eastwood. "Well, I ain't too fond of Netflix aside from a few shows. I'm never watchin' TV." Just the way he spoke was enough to voluntarily chafe your thighs together. A gentle reminder of what could potentially happen in a matter of minutes. You nod, reclining even further onto the leather sofa. Arthur isn't as naïve as he may let on, he's a man that slowly builds tension. You'd assume he purposely wore grey sweatpants to tempt you into glancing—your resilience is admirable in that regard, you note mentally. 

"I agree, cable television sucks." You acknowledge, though regretting you worn a dress that ride up to the thighs. It wasn't helping that your slick essence pooled at the center neither, nor you going commando. Almost sure that Arthur seen you sit abruptly, awaiting his response.   

"Sure. Can I ask you a question?" Your heart drops to the center of your stomach before nodding. You glimpse, only to find his emerald-like senses etched to yours. Clearing your throat as you blink.   

"Shoot." Your voice squeaks slightly as you slap yourself mentally for losing your composure in front of Arthur. Admittedly, a man of his stature can be quite intimidating, he is a good man—knowingly.   

"What made you start—uh, you know, filmin?"

You could tell he tried to go about this question respectfully, and you could admire that. You smile at him before releasing a sigh.  

"Nothing too exciting. I felt like life was all about living up to norms, so I figured porn would be a fun way to start." Arthur chuckles, amusingly, admiring your crass language.

"Nothin' too excitin?' you coulda been way off in school than doin' this."  

Again, you shrug, indifferent. "I became an adult film star to rebel against my parents. My father drowned his problems in what money could buy—or what women could charge. My mother never complained, on her way to the bank that is." You reply. "I guess you can say my family is, a bit dysfunctional."  

Arthur blinks, a bit loss for words. He nods in understanding and presses no longer. He averts his attention back to the film. A bit of guilt does linger in his mind, perhaps had he not pressed on about academics, the current tension wouldn't be so awkward.

One thing Arthur could admit to is his wrongs. The last thing he wants is for you to be upset.  

He clears his throat as his eyes stay glued to his high-definition TV. "Listen, I didn't mean to come off as rude. I apologize."  Your brows furrowed before clearing your throat, "Arthur, you've been nothing but good to me."  

"Some things are better left bein' unsaid."   He feels it, your soft, dainty fingers make contact with his thigh. The feel of your hand rub dangerously close to his center.

He balls his fists, in hopes he could keep his brazen side at bay; for a little longer at least. The objective was to make you feel good one way Arthur knew how. You felt his body language grow rigid.

He's holding back. This makes your smirk widen as your fingers finds the outline of his "print," shamelessly hardening at the touch. Palming him, he sucks in a breath before exhaling, his eyes glancing at you in a daze.

"You don't want to do that woman." His voice, a few octaves lower. "Not before I make you feel good first."

"Oh?"  upon initial shock, you find yourself straddling him as if he were some saddle. Your hips gently grinding at where you needed him most. "And what does making me feel good compose of?"

At this point your cunt was throbbing with subdued excitement as you grab Arthur's balled fists, now unraveled against yours, before pressing them onto your breasts. You moan his name softly, but powerful enough for him to grunt. "Tell me, Arthur. How are you going to make me cum?"

You figured it was only a matter of time until Arthur's patience wore thin, surprisingly lasting longer than his set time. You find yourself on your back, atop his expensive couch, devouring your neck while his thick fingers fondle with your pussy.

"You wanna know how I'll make you cum?" Arthur sighs, as his hardened cock grazes your leg. "I've always been a man of action, so why don't I gone head an' show you?"

You gasp, releasing a moan as he encircled your clit with his fingers, teasing you as he trailed down from your neck to your breasts slowly—as if memorizing your body's response to him. He notes how you open yourself to him more when he's at a spot you enjoy, subtle eye contact upon foreplay, and his own response to you.

"Shit." You whisper as his tongue finally reaches where you desperately need them to be. Never mind how drenched your cunt was as Arthur removes your thong with his teeth—when his tongue teases at your inner thigh, he looks up at you to assess the damage.

And oh, was there damage. Your teeth bit painfully deep onto your bottom lip in anticipation. Your neck craned forward while your hand was at the back of Arthur's head.

"Please, ple—oh, fuuuuck." You slurred as his tongue works it's magic at your clit, lapping at your essence while keeping eye contact. Your neck falls back into some pillows while your mouth forms silent 'ohs,' gripping at the locks of his hair, grinding your nether lips into his face.

Your grip on his hair tightened with every painfully slow lap of his mouth, your cries of pleasure only grew in volume, "Yes, keep going just like that."

"Just like that?" he teased. "Or maybe a little more?" He hummed at your lips as he slid his finger inside.

You grew rigid as your jaw fell slack, the squelching of your mound only sounding the room. Your walls tightened as Arthur continued his ministrations, his eyes never leaving yours. Time to time he'd hum, mumbling words like "you taste so good," to push you over the edge.

"Oh fuck, yes." Your voice projects. "Arthurrrr."

His body arises, softly adding another finger as his forehead makes contact with yours. You reached nirvana better than any man could make you reach—you questioned if you'd fallen in love with Arthur with what little time you two spent acquainting yourselves with each other. To make matters worst Arthur uses the pad of his thumb, stimulating your clit as his breath hitches—he knows he has you where he wants you.

Eyes fluttering, clenching of teeth, and hips swiveling in pursuit of your release. You were almost to your peak as you let your body let go, your eyes rolling back as you squirt all over his hands. Your voice was embarrassingly loud, perhaps enough to wake neighbors even.

Arthur didn't allow you intervals of recovery before filling you to the hilt. His cock undeniably hard, you gasp in pleasure as he rams his girth. Your cries of erotic sounds could be heard from far and wide.

Beads of sweat accumulate on your co-stars head as he grunts, his face contorting as his blue eyes find yours. Your heart swirls nearly before your fingers nail his back.

"Fuck." You gasp, "fuck me Arthur—you're so fucking good."

He groans approvingly at your crassness, your ability to tune into your primal mind and let yourself come undone. Arthur smirks as his hands find comfort around your neck, squeezing tenderly as he pistons faster—deeper.

"You like it when I play rough huh darlin'?"

Yes. You loved it, you loved every second of this. His onslaught of rough-play atop his demeanor and bulky self. If you could be underneath Arthur in such a compromising position forever—you would.

Suddenly a change in position shifted as you found yourself on top of Arthur’s body. His hands on the side of your hips as you rode his to bliss. His eyes fluttering close as a familiar tightness in his belly arised. His hands smacked your ass roughly as you slapped your hips harder against his pelvis—his cock grazing the g-spot expeditiously.

“Oh my god, ye—hm, I’m close Arthur.”

“Where do you want me?” You blush at his suggestion, but kept your pace nonetheless. He notes your hesitation, moving his hips at the spot your need him most—you see black.

“Oh fuck–inside me. I want you inside me.”

That was enough to tip the older man over the edge as he pumped his seed deeply, your pussy warm with remnants of him as you remove yourself from his now softening cock.

You collapse on top of him as you both take time to recollect your breathing. There’s a comforting silence as you hear the beat of his heart. His arms wrapped around you tightly as he kisses the back of your head softly. “Not bad for a favor returned Mr. Morgan.”

He chuckles softly before rubbing the small of your back, “Who said anything about the night bein’ done? Darlin’ we just star-“

The conversation cut short by the sound of Arthur’s phone. He apologizes swiftly, motioning for you to sit up as you oblige immediately, though followed by a tinge of curiosity.

“Shit,” He reads the caller ID from his cell.

“What?”

He sighs, a smirk playing on his lips, as if he already knows what’s coming. “It’s the receptionist from the front desk.”

He answers reluctantly, placing the call on speaker. He sighs, “Good evening, Ms. Grimmshaw!”

“Mr. Morgan! Could you please keep it down. Again, I have noise complaints from folk your hall. If you’re going to have company for the love of God control your noise levels. Don’t make me have to kick you and that harlot out!”

Before Arthur could get a word in the line clicked dead, earning an amusing stare from you.

Both of you erupting in a fit of laughter.

=

Debating on if I wanna do the final part but FINALLY, after all of that waiting it’s here :);) enjoy

[moonmotels]

38, with Foxxay? Please? 😊

hotel

“Goddamnit,” Cordelia hits the dashboard of her car with a gloved hand, aggravated by the increase of snow in their line of vision. “I can’t see anything, we’ll never make it home at this point.”

Misty turns down the radio to a low hum, crinkling her eyes in displeasure. “Delia, I don’t feel right bein’ out on the roads like this. It’s too dark and snowy.”

Cordelia softens her voice at the sound of Misty’s fearful confession, wanting to make her feel comforted. Safe. Warm. With Misty, she always finds herself softening up around the edges, like she has no singular ounce of capability in making her feel less than loved.

The pair had been on a short road trip across the state in search of a special flora that only grows in the southern most tip of Louisiana. They’d gotten side tracked in the small town all afternoon, stretching their legs after the long car ride in antique stores and flower shops that catered to their every whim. When calling Madison to check on the state of the house, she asked Cordelia what it’s like to be living in a shitty lesbian romcom. It was mostly Cordelia’s fault, but how can you blame her when Misty had asked so sweetly to check out the vintage stores that looked like nobody had been in them since World War 2?

Now, at nearly ten pm, an unexpected snow squall was swirling above their heads like a guillotine, daunting them with danger. Cordelia, taking the lead, pulled off the next exit to a small motel on the side of the road, something that looked straight out of a horror movie. Maybe, she hopes, Misty will defend her against any attackers. Maybe, she also thinks, she’d really enjoy that.

“Is this alright?” she asks quietly, silently hoping there will only be one room with one bed left.

“Yeah, Dee, this is fine. Would rather be in here than out in that crazy storm,” Misty replies. “I could use a warm shower too. Feels icky after touchin’ old people stuff all day.”

“You dragged me in there,” Cordelia teases, but neglects to mention that Misty could pull her anywhere.

At the front desk, a kind old woman with reader glasses greets them warmly. “Trying to stay warm tonight, ladies?”

“You betcha,” Misty answers, too busy examining the vending machine to properly turn and greet the woman.

“Two rooms, or one?” she asks. Cordelia goes to open her mouth and reply ‘two,’ when Misty, still deciding what to eat, answers, “One is fine.”

The woman nods, clicking something on her computer that looks about as ancient as the junk they’d browsed earlier. “And would that be one king bed or two doubles? I don’t judge these days,” she laughs, and Cordelia all but steps outside to let herself get swept away by the strong winds.

Before Misty can answer this one, she replies, “Two doubles are fine.” She spares a glance at Misty’s reflection in the glass of the snack machine, but if that bothers Misty, she keeps her face neutral.

After being handed the key, Cordelia helps Misty carry her snacks that could feed an army down the short hallway. Inside the room, she kicks off her shoes and sighs in content, wanting nothing more than to melt into the mattress and forget she’s stuck here. Alone. With the woman she may possibly be in love with.

Misty drops her food on the bed and retreats towards the bathroom, calling, “I’m takin’ a shower, you wanna call Queenie and tell her she’s in charge tonight? Bet Maddie’s fumin’ we never let her watch over the house.”

Cordelia had all but forgotten their life and friends at home, too caught up in the whiffs of jasmine and sunflowers that passed as Misty breezed by. She blinks herself from a daze and answers, “Yeah, I’ll do that.”

Settling into the uncomfortable mattress, Cordelia tries to pretend she’s fine, especially so when Misty comes back from her shower dressed in less clothes. Specifically no bra and skirt. Just the cropped sweater she’d been in earlier. A dozen explicit scenarios run through Cordelia’s mind, but she keeps herself level headed and pretends to be interested in the game of Candy Crush on her phone.

When Misty crawls under the covers on her bed, Cordelia finds the courage to ask, “Comfy over there?” Misty bites her bottom lip, drags it between teeth for a second before responding, “Bed’s big enough for two. Feels awful lonely over here.”

The air grows thin. Cordelia finds herself standing on wobbly legs and walking over to her bed, where Misty immediately pulls the covers back and pats the space gently. The bed creaks and groans with her added weight, as if welcoming her home in some fucked up way. When their legs brush, Cordelia has to bite back a wail.

Misty, unaffected as always, asks, “Whatcha wanna watch? We have ‘I Love Lucy’ or the channel that plays Bible sermons on loop.”

Cordelia snorts, cracking open her bag of vending machine popcorn. “Call me crazy, but I’m feeling a little wild. Let’s watch Lucy.”

Misty would call Cordelia a lot of things, specifically beautiful, important, and lovely, but not crazy. Definitely not crazy. Feeling a touch wild herself, she slides one of her legs between Cordelia’s and makes herself comfortable with her head on Cordelia’s inviting shoulder. She breathes out a sigh of content, feeling at peace for the first time all night.

She hears her name called softly, causing her to look up at Cordelia’s ever-radiant face. “Misty, do you,” Cordelia clears her throat, looks like she’s going to say something important. Instead, she continues, “did you want to split the honey bun?”

“Oh.” Misty glances down at the glazed pastry in Cordelia’s lap and shakes her head no. “Nah, it’s all yours.”

Cordelia looks pained for a brief second before remembering how well she wears her emotions. She’s back to her usual self in no time, flicking through the channels in search of better entertainment. Two more seconds of sharing a bed with Misty and she may explode, needing the distraction of something to keep her emotions tucked away behind the glass case of her heart.

Misty, unfortunately, seems tired of beating around this bush. She takes the remote from Cordelia and flicks the screen off, leaving them to stare at their reflections in the dark screen. More specifically, Cordelia watches Misty carefully set the remote on the nightstand before leaning over and taking her face between palms. At the life-changing eye contact, Misty whispers, “Tell me if this isn’t alright,” before pressing her lips gently to Cordelia’s.

And no, it’s not alright, because now Cordelia will never want to do anything else. Would much rather spend out the rest of her days doing this; having her mouth on Misty’s, her fingertips dug in the soft flesh of her shoulders, listening to the soft gasps that Misty is making that has her head absolutely spinning. She tells Misty this, whispers that everything feels so right with her, and Misty happily accepts it as fact.

As the snow falls around the four walls of their room and creates a blanket of serenity around them, Cordelia allows herself to fall deeper in love. Just a little. Just for the night.

[saebaragi]

answering questions i make for people i just met to see if i get to know me better

1 - what kind of music you listen?

i like pretty much everything, i really mean it, i just feel like music is one of the purest form of art and every artist cwork so hard and they all deserve love and aprecciation so i just listen to every type of music i can with an open mind and i love everyone in their own different way 

2 - do you know how beautiful you are?

On the outside? Yeah, i know i’m pretty and i’m always looking great; but on the inside? No, i have a lot of problems with my personality and i hate me for so many reasons. But is okay, at least i’m cute and people buy me candies

3 - whats your sun sign, moon sign and rising?

i’m a sagittarius sun, scorpio moon and leo rising. I’m really proud of my astrology chart, stars always make me feel happy and special smh

4 - whats your favorite ice cream flavor?

i guess is strawberry cuz taste like pink ? Do that make any sense? I dont think so

5 - how do you define your aesthetic?

vsco things, car trips, vinyl discs, 60′s hippies, motorhomes, cats, stars, glitter, dawn talks, coffee, sun rising, sky in pretty colors, vintage radios, girly tv showns, arcades, pastel colors, messy songs, rainbow candies, shine makeup, fire, sunflowers, planets, beaches, sea, shells, ducks, stones and litteraly everything that shines

6 - do you have a ideal type of lover?

if we talk about apparence, girls are so pretty, i never found one girl who don’t make my heart flutter, but black eyes, cute smiles and smaller than me would always attrack my attetion faster. About personality, i just want someone who loves me and accept me with all my many many flaws

7 - whats the best present you ever get?

letters and drawings from my friends; i met a lot of talented people in my life so far and i’m so grateful for them to share their art with me and express their feelings with their gifts

8 - whats your hogwartts house?

ravenclaw. I get a lot of tests and reflected a lot about that, and i feel comfortable with this house, it helps me to feel like myself

9 - whats your biggest fear?

i could say something deep like lost myself or die without doing something useful; but my biggest fear are bugs, i can not lie about this, i cry and scream everytime i see a bug, dont matter what bug is it, i hate and i’m gonna cry about

10 - what would you say is your talent?

idk, i mean, i think i can sing, i love to sing and some people who heard told me is not bad, but i dont think is nothing special tho; i also write some stuff, i do it as a hobbie, but sometimes it makes me proud; i’m good with advices, i guess, people look for me a lot when they are with problems

11 - whats your favorite movie, serie, reallity show and tv show in general?

i don’t watch a lot of movies, so i would just say every dc movie is my favorite and i also enjoyed carol; i love gossip girl and brooklyn nine-nine; my favorite kdrama ever is reply 1997, i watched it so many times, i love everything about it; i watch next in fashion more often, but i literaly live for reallity shows

12 - top 5 favorite colors

(5)purple, (4)orange, (3)pink, (2)yellow, (1)green

13 - any celebritie you would like to have a conversaton with?

theres a lot, but if i had o choose only one it would be mark lee from nct, i mean, this boy inspire me so much and i’m so proud of him, it would be great to listen him speak his mind in a long and comfortable conversation

14 - whats on your mind rigth now?

tbh, i dont really know, i’m feeling something weird, i’m easly boreed and thats sucks while we are in quarentine, i dont know how to keep myself busy adn all i do is eat, cry and complain; i dont think i’m doing okay these days, i’m trying to take care of myself but i’m doing a terrible work

15 - if i was a genious and gave you three wishes now, what it would be?

i want corona virus to disapeer, my cat allerg to be cured and money on my parents bank account so we can stop paying rent

okay, thanks for handling my questions, i hope we became friends so i can ask you more random stuff!

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       kim taehyung  ,  24  ,  he/him   ------   hey  ,  did i just see siwon ryu walking around the block  ?  oh  !  yes  !   the last time i saw him  ,  i heard he wanted to be called siwon  .  people around say they are so endearing  &&  inquisitive sometimes i wonder how they can be selfish  &&  duplicitous  .  (  popped bubblegum  ,  glowing under the sun  ,  purple-pink skylines  ,  patterned blouses   ) 

heyo  !  i’m deni  ,  she/her pronouns in the gmt+9 section of the world  .  i can’t keep an aesthetic and i use too many em dashes  .  below is one of the characters i’m bringing  ,  SIWON  ,  my favorite problem sunflowers  .  i have some info and verse-specific information beneath  ,  but i have a habit of updating  ,  adding and changing as i go  .  apologies in advance for how messy all tis is  .  looking forward to writing with you  <3  !

☀  𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 .

➤  full name.  siwon ryu ➤  date of birth.  january 29th ➤  hometown.  toronto  ,  canada ➤  gender.  cis male ➤  sexual attraction.  pansexual ➤  romantic attraction.  pansexual ➤  wants.  family  ,  power ➤  fears.  imprisonment  ,  humiliation

      universal facts.  hustles at arcade halls  ,  scarfs down burritos like they’re gonna disappear  ,  looks as comfortable in a dark  ,  dirty alley as he does standing under all those lights in the neon districts  .  pockets full of candy and a lollipop between his lips  .  likes cheap beer and cigarettes  ,  fast talking and smooth smiles  .  gets up when the sun goes down  .  who knows if he ever gets a full night’s sleep  ,  but you can find him taking a nap just about anywhere  .  seems to live for the dark hours and stays busy as a bee  ,  feels the rain on his skin  ,  plays with matches  .   spray paints boobs on the sides of government buildings and dicks on malls  .  can do crazy math in his head and spot fake bills with incredible accuracy  .  can barely stand to sit still  ,  always moving except when there’s a computer screen or an aquarium in front of him  .  gets addicted to things so easily it’s scary  —  people  ,  food  ,  liquor  ,  feelings  .  craves that intimacy  ,  craves that closeness  .  has a loud as fuck laugh and a love for sneaking into places where he doesn’t belong  .  catches extra cash on the side by fixing up broken-down machines and can figure his way around a motor with a bit of elbow grease  .  fucking loves nature dude  ---  takes care of plants and reptiles in his home  .  would die for snakes and lets them drape over him  ,  claims they give the best hugs  .  vegetarian  .  would be a vegan but too lazy  .

       personality.  loud  ,  noisy  .  could talk to a brick wall  .  holds himself with all the confidence of the sun and his smile burns just as bright  .  there’s this lazy intensity to everything he does  .  like  ,  pretends he super cares but also doesn’t  ?  or pretends he cares so much but in reality couldn’t give a shit  .  affable  ,  easy to get along with on a surface level  ,  and he’s curious enough to keep any conversation going with questions and enthusiastic energy  .  mood changes on a dime  ,  goes from grinning like a maniac to eerily calm in a snap of your fingers  .  intuitive and instinctive  ,  listens to and follows his gut  .  trusts the energy in the air more than anyone’s word  .  comes off as thoughtless but it actually very cautious  .  impulsive doesn’t mean brainless  .  sniffs out bad situation fast and decides on a dime if he needs to run or face it  .  go with the flow kind of attitude  .  doesn’t take things personally  .  nice  but trusting him’s an iffy situation  .  greedy  ---  wants everything and anything  .

       appearance.   stands around 5′11  .  broad shoulders  ,  slim hips  .  floppy  ,  messy hair and glowing skin  .  half legs and a lot of eyelashes  .  wears no less than five charms on a daily basis and keeps his tarot cards with him at all times  .  rings  ,  bracelets  ,  necklaces  ,  earrings  ,  crystals  ,  talismans .  wears a small lip ring and has several runes tattooed on his body  .  dresses anywhere between a washed up rockstar  ,  your college weed dealer  ,  and your grandpa in the ‘40s  .  his closet’s a chaotic mix of anything he could thrift or patch together  .  most of the time  ,  he’s sporting loose pants  ,  a vintage blouse  ,  a jacket or blazer and comfortable loafers  .  kind of swims in his clothing because most of its’ two or three sizes too big  .  only wears skinny jeans when he wants something  .  unironically wears cargo shorts in the summer  .  keeps all that hair back with a bandana or a headband  ,  hairties on his wrist  .  nothing in his closet’s technically new and he loves looking for a bargain steal ——or simply just a steal  .  sometimes he’s jimi hendrix and other times he’s versace  .    

☀  𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄 .

  ⇀   kim taehyung  ,  24  ,  he/him   ------   hey  ,  did i just see siwon ryu walking around the block  ?  oh !  yes  ! the last time i saw him  ,  i heard he wanted to be called siwon  .  i hear they are a podcast host  ╱  “psychic”  .  people around town say they are so endearing  &&  generous sometimes i wonder how they can be selfish  &&  duplicitous  .  ( beaded curtains  ,  purple skies ,  tousled hair  )  

      about.   wrongly labeled a troublemaker after a little incident with some candles  ,  pentagrams and a slightly burned down warehouse  ,  siwon’s been on the road and seeing te road ever since  .  makes a few quick bucks tapping into that aura of his that somehow magically nudges his brain about who’s got what on their minds and what might happen to those what’s  ,  but no one really seems to believe him when he says it’s all real  .  starting a podcast straight outta the back of a busted-up RV  ,  siwon’s crossed the country and broke down in this little town  .  and  ,  so  . . .  maybe some stuff he was involved with in the past wasn’t totally legal butthat’sokayokayhedoesn’tdothatanymore  .  ANYWAY---  this town  .  figures he’ll call it home  .  it’s groovy enough  ,  he supposes  ,  and after a few attempts to get out of town that just failed  ,  siwon figures this is the universe telling him to settle down for a bit  .  so okay  .  his few listeners don’t mind  ,  siwon still does some readings and random lectures on whatever’s on his brain  .  for extra cash  ,  he does a few side gigs  ---  fixing up websites  ,  selling crystals and rocks he finds  ,  jobs around town that don’t require him to fork over any semi-serious documentation  .  takes scenic pictures for his instagram and documents the road-trip across this Great Wide Country he and his pets are seeing  .  let’s  . . .  let’s just see how this goes  . 

☀  𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 .

  ⇀   kim taehyung  ,  24  ,  he/him  ,   toxokinesis   ------   hey  ,  did i just see siwon ryu walking around the block  ?  or was it poison  ?  it’s hard to tell  ,  really  ,  all i saw was the commotion  ,  someone being saved  .  you know  ,  i heard siwon is an app developer  .  i also heard they are a saint  ,  really  ,  so affable  &&  generous  ,  none of that mercurial  &&  selfish  nature people talk about  .  (  blackened veins  ,  wild eyes  ,  living for the applause  )

       about.  after his parents volunteered him for  “ quirk ”  studies at a leading research institute  ,  siwon’s been semiworking for the man  .  but it’s fine  .  it’s fine  .  totally fine  .  spending most of his early life in a tank waiting to be let out  ,  siwon kept himself busy with plant pals  ,  reptiles  ,  and of course a computer screen  ---  everyone’s favorite parents  .  he’s developed websites and applications for the hero organization to help them locate and identify trouble around the city  ,  a bridge between 911 services and the heroes themselves  .  at twenty-two  ,  siwon created a popular app cataloging heroes and villains  ,  a place for fans to post their own pictures of fights and fallouts  ,  gossiping about which heroes were secretly in love and speculating about new faces behind the masks  ,  then a megapopular game where people could play as their favorite heroes or villains to save  (  or destroy  )  a city  .  as poison  ,  he wears no cape --- and in fact hasn’t even been seen since the site skyrocketed in popularity years ago  .  instead  ,  siwon helps in the development of weapons using his poison and sends little  ,  touching notes to baddies all over the world when he isn’t shuttling around on mercenary expeditions  .  he’ll ignore the mortal coil for now as long as they fly him first class  ...  he thinks  .  just hopes the organization doesn’t find his stash of supervillain fanfics  .  ikes  .

☀  𝟏𝟖𝟓𝟑 .

  ⇀   kim taehyung  ,  24  ,  he/him   ------   hey  ,  did i just see siwon ryu over there  ?  talk around town is that they are a witch  ,  but i don’t believe any of that  ,  no  .  they are just a con artist  ,  endearing  &&  generous  .  those are all just humors  .  like the people saying they were selfish  &&  duplicitous  .  (  frayed tarot cards  ,  three-piece suits  ,  sticky fingers and a smile  )

      about.  look who got himself invited into a magnate’s manor  :  a nobody who made a pretty penny from the opium trade ----- and who’s definitely not human  .  siwon’s bounced from city to city on his own  ,  brewing and selling antidotes to unfortunate come-downs from the drugs that’s rotting them all from the inside out  ,  but that’s only to sell more of that shit once the high’s gone  .  it’s enough to keep the rich happy enough  .  popular at parties  ,  he performs as a spiritualist and fortune teller  ,  snakes into conversations he shouldn’t be privy to and trades the information later  .  he’s a busy man  ,  what can he say  ?  for someone who wants to be free from all of this  ,  he enjoys parts of the lifestyle far too much  .  but maybe he should start making friends soon  .  attracting a lot of attention lately  ,  and with rumors of animals around  ,  even the “fake” witches like himself might find themselves in more trouble with the law  .  and now there’s the other trouble he’s found himself in  .  unfortunately caught swindling a vampire  ,  siwon was forced into dealing with a group of witches and their opium trade for protection  .  now his clients are their’s  .  his product and profits  ,  partly their’s  .   siwon’s in a whole other side of the criminal underground on the cusp of the victorian age  ---  and he doesn’t know what the fuck’s gonna happen  .

☀  𝟐𝟐𝟖𝟎 .

  ⇀   kim taehyung  ,  24  ,  he/him   ------  hey  ,  did i just see siwon ryu over there  ?  yes  ,  oh my  !  haven’t you heard  ?  it seems they have moved to level seven  .  makes sense  ,  considering they’re a techie  .  rumor has it they are so affable  &&  inquisitive but i know at heart they are just impulsive  &&  mercurial  .  (  busted old radios  ,  buzzing neons  ,  sticky situations  )   

      about.  tba  !

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How To Pass Time Easily While Lockdown Occurs

Specialists’ tips on surviving – even taking part in – life underneath lockdown

lacking the pub? Invite friends to on-line cocktails. That’s just one tip from our panel of professionals on the way to make the maximum of enforced downtime

henry porter, novelist and conceitedness honest editor one of the nastier elements of the pandemic is that it turns your buddies and all which you do to show them affection – hug and kiss; proportion meals and drinks – right into a lethal threat. And but, on this appalling second, we need our buddies more than ever, and it is probably real that our immune structures do, too. Isolation is terrible for a species addicted to social intercourse. My solution has been to start a cocktail hour on a video conferencing web site, sending one or two friends each day an invitation to drinks in the front of their pc (or cellphone) at a time when we might typically meet in a pub or at every different’s houses. It’s unexpected what a difference it can make to an afternoon of isolation, and in your spirits in fashionable, to look your pals’ faces in the evening and listen them communicate and laugh. Henry porter playing cocktail hour with glass of wine, a pc and some pals. Henry porter enjoying cocktail hour with a few friends. Image: liz elliot the scale of covid-19 and what it’s doing to us is very stressful, but an hour with specific buddies each evening certainly helps lessen anxiety, and of route you could make much more attempt than i do – get dressed up, mild candles, offer nibbles (crisps make an excessive amount of noise). Anything pleasure is launched when you see your pals inside the flesh is likewise found in those video cocktails, and the lovely component is that for a small price the host receives unlimited conference calls (i pay £one hundred ten yearly for bluejeans) and guests pay not anything. Honestly, this will be expanded to speaking to neighbours you could not recognise very well, or humans you accept as true with are actually stricken by enforced isolation and loneliness. It can also be an amazing way of meeting people. Each participant may invite a person nobody else is aware of. It’s truely terrific for brand spanking new moms, e book clubs, soccer supporters – all and sundry who's lacking out on regular touch. Despite the remoteness of the interplay and the occasional annoyances of the generation, i find that humans honestly talk inside the video cocktail hour. Maybe that has some thing to do with the anomaly of the interplay – you are neither by myself nor certainly in organisation. You're half-manner between the two and possibly that makes you extra candid. Sites i have used include zoom, bluejeans and whypay? And my daughter has simply brought me to the houseparty app. Grow herbs alice vincent on her south london balcony. Alice vincent on her south london balcony. Advertisement

alice vincent, city gardening columnist and writer i in reality suppose gardening is what will hold us sane via this. It connects us with the outside and the gentle delight of looking matters develop brings a unique positivity. If you’ve no garden, there are masses of methods to grow indoors. You’ll want a sunny windowsill, inner or out. I always advocate beginners to develop herbs. They’re smooth and delicious – and whilst grocery store components are low they turn out to be more and more worthwhile. The plastic trays that tomatoes and mushrooms come in will do – just make some holes within the bottom for drainage. Fill with, ideally, peat-unfastened multipurpose compost (most nurseries supply and will be thankful for the custom). Parsley and basil rub alongside thankfully subsequent to each other, but mint’s a piece of a thug and better in its personal pot. You could also chuck in some salad leaf seeds: pea shoots, rocket and nasturtiums germinate speedy and are tasty at any point of their growing cycle. Sow in keeping with packet instructions: you’ll need a fragment of what’s in the packet. Preserve the soil moist – an vintage spray bottle is perfect for this – earlier than and after shoots seem. If youharvest no extra than a 3rd of the plant at a time, all should get better.

Exercising

justin jacobs, manager, equinox fitness golf equipment we're creatures of habit in what we consume, whilst we paintings, what tv indicates we watch. Right now, all the ones habits had been shoved out of the window. There’s quite a few confusion, but that is an possibility to create new conduct. So what to try? What’s your new routine? It is able to be fluid and might change, but what do you want to attempt? There’s lots of first-rate on line content available. Equinox’s moreover platform gives an expansion of workouts, however seek the web to discover a trainer or trainer you want and accept as true with. John berardi, a nutritionist i paintings with, is often requested, “what’s the fine vegetable to devour?” his solution is that it’s the vegetable you like and could eat regularly. Workout is the equal. There may be a run on domestic health club device proper now, but dumbbells, ropes and other useful merchandise are nevertheless available online. Choose what’s proper to your area. I’ve just ordered a few opposition kettlebells due to the fact they’re some thing i in reality experience. There’s copious anecdotal and scientific proof displaying how vital fitness is for mental health: so for the duration of this very stressful time, it’s even more crucial. It also boosts the immune device. However workout isn’t just about fitness – it’s frequently a social activity, too. I’m the use of facetime more than ever earlier than due to the fact i’m no longer having normal social touch. Exercise session with a chum on facetime or have a web dance party along with your family. Remaining night i watched a band i like known as sofi tukker dj live on instagram. That become a brand new enjoy. Find some thing like that and dance for 1/2 an hour and your aerobic may be executed. Pickling jack monroe with pie in kitchen. Jack monroe in her kitchen. Image: shutterstock commercial

jack monroe, meals creator and activist in times of meals scarcity and uncertainty, we have to make do with what we've got. I haven’t been so much panic-buying – not having a vehicle limits that – however i've been guiltily hoovering up scraps from the decreased cupboard past due inside the day, to save them being discarded. This week’s haul protected 3 packing containers of chestnut mushrooms, a withered bunch of wild garlic and a pile of french purple garlic, a little battered round the edges. I'm able to dry the mushrooms, peel and pickle the garlic cloves, and knock the wild garlic with a few nuts right into a sauce aillade. This will maintain for a month beyond the sell-by way of date that consigned it to the bargain bin in the first place. Retaining meals isn't going get us too far in an endemic, admittedly, however pickling what we've now's an investment in destiny dinners. I am also pickling a sluggish cooker’s really worth of dried white beans in oil and vinegar, to apply till tinned ones come returned into inventory. Candy-sour cannellini beans makes a huge jar

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400g dried cannellini beans

½ a small onion

100g frozen peppers

80ml vinegar – purple, white or cider

1 tbsp white sugar

100ml oil (any)

drain and rinse your beans, then pop them in a pan of cold water. Convey to the boil, then lessen to a simmer. Simmer for 15 mins then drain very well then return to the pan. Add the onions and peppers, along with the vinegar, sugar and oil. Thoroughly clean and sterilise a big jar and its lid. Bring the pan to the boil very carefully. Do not take your eyes off it for a second as you are handling hot oil, which poses a fire danger if unattended. As soon as bubbles start to form, do away with it from the heat straight away. Permit to cool for a minute, stirring well, then pour into the sterilised jar, filling it as complete as viable. Flip the jar upside down and permit to chill completely before placing in the refrigerator. Withstand sampling them for at the least seven days, as the flavour will increase in this time. In a easy and sterile jar, these can hold for a few months unopened. Once opened, use inside a week. Jack monroe’s modern-day e-book is tin can cook (bluebird, £6. Ninety nine)

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laura de barra, ‘she’-i-y expert and author if you need to apply this time it to zhuzh up your property, start with paint. Take into account the distance and consider what mood you want works best. In case you need your kitchen to provide you a touch lift every morning, go for light, bright tones. Keep away from mistakes: that colour that appears terrifi on the tin (or on instagram), can look much less attractive on walls with much less herbal mild or in a different-sized room, so swatching is key. Check a couple of swatches on each wall. Paint dries to a different shade, so don’t be freaked out. Stroll away and are available lower back while it’s fully dry before thinking about how it seems. If you’ll want two coats, do  coats while you swatch. Take note of how the colour is affected by mild on the times you operate the room most. With regards to portray a wall, use a broom to “reduce in” first. This indicates portray the corners and edges before something else – it gives a better finish. Rollers are perfect for huge regions and less difficult at the hands. Make sure you have an appropriate curler for the floor – test along with your paint supplier. I favour water-primarily based paint – it doesn’t trap moisture, it’s kinder to the surroundings and the smooth-up is simpler. Also, even as contemporary satin and sheen paint finishes are extremely good, don't forget a matt paint in an older home: it received’t soar light from any dents and imperfections. C’est bon! Laura de barra is creator of gaff goddess

john-paul flintoff, creator and crafter ten years ago, to be kinder to the planet, i took up mending garments. I knee-patched jeans, darned jumpers and, before you can say “treadle-powered singer sewing system”, i had sold one and started out making matters from scratch. I shirted and trousered myself, and with knitting needles i socked and jumpered. I discovered crochet so i ought to make y-fronts the use of nettle fibre. (we’ll all be carrying nettle whilst the cotton stops, so plant it now. And relax: the fibre doesn’t sting.)

did human beings chuckle? Nicely, it became intended to be funny. But now not simplest humorous. Like all activity that involves making use of your thoughts to the bodily universe, sewing is meditative. It puts you in the here and now. Gradually i set apart the angst that had were given me started out and began sewing for delight. Hoping others might observe, i permit my maintenance show themselves off, using thread of contrasting colours to facet holes in a jumper, and to stitch the slogan “sparkling air system” at the back. I published a e-book about all this, first of all as a restrained collection of hand-bound books i sewed collectively, with bits of cereal box and old shirts for the cover. (higher than it sounds.) this, too, was meditative work. In case you need to have a pass, attempt darning something. (observe youtube.) reduce some thing up and use it to patch some thing else. Study specific stitches (for exclusive results), and test by way of combining materials. Using embroidery, write your call in your shirt or provide it a luxury logo logo: it will make you smile, and might provide pleasure to others. John-paul flintoff’s e book is stitch your very own (profile books, available on kindle, £6. 40)

fun with kids younger women with facemasks and cucumber on eyes permit the children play splendor salons - and attempt no longer to get too concerned. Image: rachel warne

after 3 youngsters and eight years of “screen-unfastened own family sundays”, i've masses of ideas for wonderful youngsters at domestic. First, get secure with mess. Children having amusing do no longer preserve matters neat. Manipulate the chaos with a “tidy-up half-hour” for all people earlier than they visit bed. Additionally supply the children some manage – they’re always more inclined to throw themselves into things in the event that they feel it become as a minimum partly their idea. Let them lead: help them collect cloth for junk modelling, a style display or residence construction, however resist getting too concerned. Their imaginations are better than yours. On day one among any lengthy stretch with the youngsters, we make a “boredom buster”. Take a big jar and lots of squares of paper. On each, one, write an interest absolutely everyone can do – play a board sport, make a milkshake. Whenever every body says “i’m bored”, you pick out an pastime from the jar. The only rule is you all must do it earlier than you select every other. To add an element of trepidation, slip a few chores into the jar: easy your room, empty the dishwasher. That manner, the jar won’t be empty with the aid of the cease of day two, and the residence might not appearance as if a bomb has hit it. Anything out of the ordinary is constantly more fun. If it’s mealtime, why no longer have a picnic at the carpet rather than sitting at the table? In the event that they need to run a cafe and serve the family lunch, or installation a library, let them have a pass. Just don’t count on perfection – they’re nonetheless apprentices.

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Somebody To Love

So this piece is for @fredthelegend‘s writing challenge. It’s based off the song “Somebody to Love.” It’s your wedding day to John Deacon and it’s going to be the sweetest :)

Word Count: 1800

Warnings: None, it’s total fluff

Also if you enjoy this, check out We Belong Together (Brian x Reader wedding)

You woke up in a cold sweat because your bed was empty. But then you remembered why. It was the morning of your wedding, and you and John had decided to spend the night separately. “It’s bad luck to see each other before the ceremony,” he winked.

It had only been one night, but you missed waking up to his cheeky gap-toothed grin. You roll over and notice that light is already streaming through your window. God, the apartment feels so empty without him. Roger, Brian, and Freddie threw him a stag night last night. You hoped it wasn’t too wild. Brian was really the only one who could control himself, and you hoped he was a good mother hen to the other three.

You turn on your bedside radio. Elton John’s “Don’t Go Breaking My Heart” pours out tinny through the tiny speakers. John had brought the song home on a 45 after falling in love with it after Freddie forced him to listen to it. You had actually met Elton once, through Freddie. He was as delightful as you hoped he’d be. You sigh, and climb out of bed.

You weren’t sure whether you should get into your wedding dress straight away or what. You didn’t want bridesmaids to help you. This day was about you and John. One of the boys would be over to pick you up in an hour and a half or so. You go to your bathroom and do your makeup and hair, and then decide to get dressed. You had found the dress in a vintage market. It was a turn-of-the-century lacy gown, with a high neckline and puffy wrist-length sleeves. You modernized it, though, with a pair of platform sandals. Instead of a veil, you opted for a flower crown made of baby’s breath.

You had a bite to eat in the kitchen to calm your nerves before you heard someone honking violently outside. You peek through the drapes and see Roger pulled outside your flat in his candy apple red convertible. You gather your skirt in your arms and march outside.

“Morning, gorgeous,” Roger smiles when he sees you.

“Same to you,” you grin. Roger was wearing a grey suit (with tails, you might add) and white gloves, much to your amusement. However, his trademark sunglasses were still perched on the top of his head.

“Shame you didn’t choose me to be your bridesmaid,” Roger says.

“John called dibs on you. And I hate to say it, but Brian’s done a heck of a job as my maid of honor,” you laugh.

You had been friends with the boys since college. You went to the teacher’s college near Brian’s, and had met and became friends with him first. He had actually introduced you to John, thinking you’d be perfect for each other. Brian was never wrong, especially in this case.

Roger pulls up outside the hotel and helps you out of the car. He links his arm through your and you walk through the grand front doors into the lobby. The hotel still retained it’s 1920s glamour, from the art deco architecture to the gilded wallpaper. It was the site of your first nice date with John- he had taken you to the restaurant here. It was an expensive date, but John justified it by saying that you had put up with so many nights-in that you deserved something more, especially since “A Night At the Opera” was such a success.

This time, the entire hotel belonged to you. Freddie had insisted on buying the entire thing out just for you and Deacy. Your guests were able to stay the night before and after for free, and there was a penthouse-style suite for you and John to start your honeymoon in. For now, you made your way to the first ballroom, where the ceremony would take place.

You attempt to take a peek inside until you hear someone clearing their throat behind you. “Brian!” you jump slightly, startled.

“John told me that under no circumstances can you look in there until you are walking down the aisle,” he explains, taking your hand and guiding you to a bench in the lobby.

You both sit down. You were growing frustrated. It had been almost twenty-four hours since you had even seen John. It seemed like forever. You unclip your flower crown and lean your head into Brian’s arm. “I’m ready now!” you moan.

“There’s still at least another half hour, dear,” Brian pats your arm. “Can I do anything to make it go faster?”

“Yeah, tell me what John’s planning. I hardly know what to expect from my own wedding!”

Brian laughs, “That’s ironic, because he wanted to make it as stress-free for you as possible. He loves you so much that he wanted to take it upon himself to do everything to make it perfect for you. You heard his song for you, ‘You’re My Best Friend?’”

“Yeah, it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever done for me,” you sigh.

“Well, think of this wedding as ‘You’re My Best Friend,’ but times a hundred.”

You sit in silence with Brian for another few minutes before Roger peeks his head out of the ballroom and motions to you. You hear the swell of a string quartet, and a piano. Brian gives you his hand and helps you teeter to your feet on your platforms. He dashes inside the ballroom, leaving you alone in the lobby. This is it, you think.

You make your way towards the doors, and they open with a swoosh. Brian is at one door, Roger at the other. Guests, your family and friends, are seated in neat rows. Swaths of white silk and tulle drape elegantly from the ceiling, along with strands of fake pearls. Candles line the aisle, casting an intimate aura. You stand ready at the end of the aisle. Roger hands you a bouquet of white roses and takes your arm. Brian hooks his arm through your other elbow.

The music begins to play. It’s Freddie at the piano, but it’s a song you’ve never heard before. “Can anybody find me somebody to love?” he croons.

There’s a pause, and you lock eyes with John down the aisle. He’s wearing the same grey suit as Roger and Brian, but it looks stunning on him. It was tailored perfectly to him. His hair is neatly brushed, his spaniel ears, you teased him. His face is bright and eager, and he flashes you a huge smile, causing his eyes to crinkle.

Freddie resumes singing, “Each morning I get up I die a little…” You, Brian, and Roger begin your linked-arm march down the aisle.

“Can anybody find me somebody to love?” Freddie sings. Tears are already rolling down your face, and the ceremony hasn’t even officially started!

When you get to the end of the aisle, you realize that it’s just you and John. There’s no officiant. Your mind races, but then John begins saying, “Today is the day for just me and you. We’ve called these guests to witness us marrying each other, but we don’t need someone else to make it official for us. I have loved you for years now, and I’m ready to dedicate my life to you. Will you do this with me? Will you spend your life with me?”

“Yes!” you chirp, as if you couldn’t get the word out of your mouth any faster. “John, I love you so much. I love you beyond life itself. My life wouldn’t be a millionth of what it is if I didn’t have you. We’re a team, we take on the world together. Bad or good, let it come at us.”

John shuffles around in his pockets and pulls out two rings. He hands you the larger one. “Okay, we’re going to put these rings on each other at the same time.”

You put out your hand and slip the ring on John’s, as he does the same to you. You lean in and kiss, hard and slow. The guests erupt into applause, and you break apart, grinning. Freddie resumes the piano, playing “You’re My Best Friend.”

You two march down the aisle, and John leads you into the second ballroom, set up for your lunch reception. A dance floor seems to take up most of the room in the room, surrounded by round tables dripping with white roses. It’s just the two of you in the room. John takes your hand and twirls you on the dance floor even though there’s no music playing. You know the music’s in his head.

Roger, Brian and Freddie burst through the doors. Roger pops a bottle of champagne, accidentally spilling it all over the carpet. You just laugh. Nothing, not even spilt champagne could take you down from your high. The rest of the guests fill in, avoiding the wet spot on the floor.

Before lunch begins, there’s a round of toasts. Roger begins, “To the happy couple! May they enjoy much tranquility and peace, because God knows John doesn’t get enough of that around the band. Kidding aside, I wish you years of happiness and marital bliss.”

Brian stands next, raising his glass, “I take full responsibility for their happiness. As many of you know, I introduced them. Now I expect to be the godfather of your first child. It’s what you owe me.”

Finally, Freddie raised a whole bottle of champagne for his toast, “There’s an old wives’ tale that the number of ribbons you break while unwrapping your wedding gifts is the number of children you’ll have. Well, I’m just letting you know that I’ve wrapped my gifts entirely in ribbons.”

This elicits a roar of laughter from your guests, and another round of applause. John glances at you with a sheepish grin, and you smile back. You both desperately want children soon, and make no secret of it. Obviously, Freddie picked up on that.

After a small lunch, it’s time to cut the wedding cake. Brian smiles and hands you a pack of guitar strings. “What are we supposed to do with these?” you ask.

“Well, pull out a string. You take one end, John takes the other, and you slice the cake with it!” Brian explains with a shrug. “It was Freddie’s idea, actually. We all thought it was sweet.”

You grin and you and John do as Brian instructed. The cake gets cut neatly in half, and then you cut the top layer into smaller pieces. You and John grab forks and take a bite of cake for each other. You feed each other the cake, but pieces fall out of your mouth and frosting sticks to your cheek. John leans in and kisses off the frosting.

“I’m so lucky that I’ve found somebody to love,” he whispers.

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More Siren!Cas Au. Enjoy!

Dean sometimes forgets that he’s human. Not in any dramatic fashion – he doesn’t try to snare anyone or explode people who annoy him or anything like that. No, he just automatically thinks of himself as part of the monster group of their suburban paradise, maybe because not only do mostly monsters live in their neighbourhood, but because...

Well... in a way, monsters are easy to get. It’s people who are difficult.

He’s reminded of that again when he’s trying to explain to Mr. Adler why it will take a while to get the parts for the car he wants restored.

Most days, he loves the fact that he could finally open the shop of his dreams. When he’s dealing with assholes like this, though...

“Mr. Adler, I have told you that –“

“Oh, Dean, sorry, I didn’t realize you were busy” Gilda apologizes, stepping into his office.

“It’s quite alright.”

And it’s then that Mr. why-can’t-I-have-my-vintage-Lamborghini-yesterday proves just how big of an asshole he is, mumbling “fucking fairy” under his breath.

Dean is about to deck him when Gilda asks gently, “Do whom do you address this insult, please?”

Adler stares at her. “What?”

“It could apply to both of us – to Dean because of his marital status, and to me because I am, indeed, a fucking fairy. In case of the latter – you should learn to treat others with more respect, yet I don’t care that much. If it’s the former... I suggest you leave the premises quickly.”

Adler stares at her, mouth wide open, before he all but flees.

“Nice one, Gilda” Dean says.

“I’m sorry if I scared off your customer.”

“Guy deserved it, and I still have the Lamborghini. He’ll be back. But what were you planning to do? Making buttercups grow around his feet?”

“Something like that” she answers pleasantly, but they both know the threats of a fairy are to be taken seriously at all times. They are not nature spirits for nothing.

It also means Dean is rather more important to Charlie’s girlfriend than he realized.

In the end, he invites Gilda to lunch.

That evening, Jody knocks at their door. Dean knows just from the expression on her face that Adler is enough of a bastard to –

“Sorry Dean, but there has been a complaint.”

As the only human Sheriff brave enough to take care of monster stuff, Jody has long been a respected member of their community. Dean lets her in.

“He called Gilda that?” she fumes after he’s explained. Dean nods.

“I’m not surprised. Guy’s a jerk. She put the fear of God in him, but that’s it.”

“Good to know. I’ll let Mr. Adler know what the police thinks of people who curse at innocent citizens.”

“I think” Cas says quietly after Jody has left, “It’s because we haven’t been citizens all that long. Fifty years ago, monsters weren’t even considered animals.”

“Yeah, but we weren’t even born then! This is ridiculous.”

“I wish everyone was as wonderful as you, my love.”

Dean blushes fiercely.

He’s gotten used to it, really. There are quite a few people who will stare and sneer and take jabs at him once they find out he’s dating a siren. Some of them assume that Cas keeps him around like a hypnotized pet to feast on, which... ew.

Sometimes, he wryly thinks what Sammy would think of all this and smiles. The brother he walked out on because he wanted to study and was convinced Dean would only end up like dead... He certainly couldn’t have seen this coming.

Warm arms wrap around him. “I don’t like that look on your face” Cas whispers against his neck.  

“You can’t see my expression.”

“The window... there’s a reflection.”

Dean chuckles. “My very own Sherlock Holmes.”

“My Boswell.”

He shakes his head. “I was just thinking about Sammy and Dad and... you know how it is.”

Cas nods. “My family stopped speaking to me as well.”

“I’m still very sorry about that. Cas, if there’s a way...”

“I have everything I could ever want.”

A thump on the roof. Dean rolls his eyes. “Even with –“

“Hello boys.”

“Crowley. What the hell were you doing on our roof?”

“Relax, it’s close to Halloween. Just thought I’d put up some extra protection. Excepting yours truly, of course.”

Of course. Life wouldn’t be the same without their demon neighbour being able to zap in whenever he wants.

“Good thinking.”

Halloween can be... chaotic. And by chaotic, Dean means even for them, and that’s saying something. There’s just something about having so many monsters and magic practitioners in one place that seems to make the pull of the night even stronger.

This year, it almost ends in tragedy.

At first, it’s fun. They throw a party – even Rowena attends it in a sparkling red gown – and they’re handing out candy to the monster and a few brave human kids who come to their door.

It’s about ten pm when Jody calls. “Dean, there’s something – I can’t explain it. But there are about three square inches in the street that have just – disappeared. There’s nothing there. As if one was blind...”

Dean listens carefully, then turns and explains the problem. Several enthusiastic voice pipe up, but it’s Rowena who calls out, “I know! It’s a soul eater. Takes the soul and leaves nothing. Don’t let anyone near it.”

“Good God” Jody mutters. “Halloween. Alright, will do. Could you just hurry, please?”

“Of course.”

“Hasn’t it been hundreds of years since the last soul-eater came to earth?” Crowley asks as he, Dean, Cas and Rowena stroll down the street.

“It has, but with the recent concentration of people like us all in one place... the world is turning into something more magical again. Normally I would be happy about it, but a soul-eater always means business.”

“How do we defeat it?” Dean asks.

“That’s the tricky part” Rowena says. “The spell has to be performed in the vicinity of the creature, but it would attack anyone who dares come near, unless...” She trails off.

“He has something else to snack on” Dean says flatly.

“Afraid so.”

“Let me guess. They like human souls the most.” Just his freaking luck.

“Don’t worry” Crowley says smoothly, “Yes, it will try and devour your soul, but that takes a while,. And I’ll interfere if there are any problems.”

“As will I” Cas adds quietly, “Although I wish you didn’t have to do this. What if I –“

“Sorry, Lorelei, it will feel that you have power over other souls, and if there’s one thing a soul-eater doesn’t like, it’s another predator.”

“I don’t prey on people” Cas insists.

“That may be” Rowena replies, “But you still have the powers. And the soul-eater will know that. You probably shouldn’t even go near it.”

“But Dean –“

“Hey” Dean says, taking his hand. “You heard Crowley; I’ll be fine. And you have to help Jody keep the humans away from that thing. It’s Halloween; there’s bound to be some trouble makers around.”

“I trust you, Dean” he says, drawing him into a kiss. “But if you don’t come back to me, I’ll have Rowena resurrect you so I can smite you.”

“You two break my non-existent heart. Can we go deal with this, please?”

“Yeah, yeah Crowley” Dean mutters, pulling back. “Way to ruin my dramatic hero exit scene.”

“There’s not going to be an exit, didn’t you hear me?”

“How do you three get anything done?” Rowena complains. “Now let’s go before we waste the whole of Samhain!”

For the first time, Dean wonders why she suddenly decided to spend the night with them instead of joining a coven for the celebrations. It must be some form of honour, a witch choosing to celebrate Halloween with you.

By the time they reach the street, the soul-eater – the nothing – has grown. Jody has organised several men and women to keep others away, a necessary precaution since “we’re all drawn to it. No one can explain it.”

“A soul-eater with snare magic.” Rowena clicks her tongue. “Castiel, you should definitely stay away. It won’t like your powers at all.”

Jody isn’t all that much in favour of their plan when she hears it. “I’m an officer of the law, I should –“

“Exactly. And you’re the only officer who thought to call us, who ever looks out for the monsters. If we want this to work, if we want humans to grow accustomed to us, we need people like you.”

“You’re human too” she says softly.

Dean grins. “Yeah, but I hardly count as one anymore. Just ask Adler. Just – Jody, we can’t afford to lose you.”

“And you’re expendable?”

“No, but I’m the only human here who has a lot of experience with the supernatural.”

She sighs and acquiesces. “If anything goes wrong, I’ll still shoot you.”

“Get in line, Cas already plans to smite me.”

The power of the thing, Dean muses as he steps closer, truly reminds him of Cas’ snare, back when he was still affected by it, but it’s not quite the same thing. A siren’s powers, whether they use them deliberately or not, are still there to provide them with food and leave the victim unharmed. Perhaps it’s all a bit... unethical, but it’s not evil.

This thing, however? There’s a malice buried deep in the call that makes Dean’s feet walk right up to it.

He takes a deep breath. Concentrate on the important things, Crowley said. Hold on to your soul.

Demon’s creeping in the shadows behind him, so the soul-eater won’t notice him.

And then he feels it. An almost indescribable sensation, as if something’s chipping away at his very core, as if things are slowly growing less important...

He shakes his head. The important things.

Quick. What’s important? His job. He likes his job. He thinks – he’s not entirely sure what he does –

No. Sammy. Sammy’s important. But then why can’t he remember where he is, exactly?

Quick, man, the important –

Important –

Something falls in front of his feet. Dean looks down.

A small black feather.

Feathers, Crowley’s voice says in his head, and there it is.

Cas. Cas, his boyfriend, the love of his life, the siren he’s going to propose to, he decided not so long ago. Their friends already agreed to help him...

And suddenly, it’s the easiest thing in the world.

Cas in the morning, eyes sparkling under his bed head, making coffee –

Cas, laughing as he watches the ghoul children play fetch on the street –

Cas, holding him close at night, writing stories on Dean’s skin –

Cas.

The sensation vanishes as suddenly as it has come, and Dean blinks, noticing Crowley next to him. “I assume the feather was your idea?”

The demon nods. “Thought you might need a little reminder.”

Dean clasps his shoulder. “Thanks, man.”

“Dean!”

He turns to find his boyfriend hurrying over and opens his arms to receive him.

“That was very brave” Cas says as he kisses him.

“Please, have you seen yourself?” Crowley grins. “Dean, you should be sorry you missed it – Cas felled a six-foot drunk body builder who wouldn’t listen.”

“I just did what I had to do.”

“And as always you were amazing” Dean tells him, “I’m sure of it.”

After Jody has thanked them, they return to the party, arriving shortly before midnight.

“Well” Dean says, getting them drinks, “No one can say we didn’t have a scary Halloween.”

“Yes” Cas answers, looking down. Dean frowns.

“Cas? You alright?”

He nods, looking up. “It’s just – Dean, if you hadn’t met me, you wouldn’t –“

“I wouldn’t be the go-to person for soul devouring if we weren’t dating, is that it?” Dean shakes his head. “You know what, sunshine? I’d face one of those things every day if it meant I get to keep this.”

He means it, too.

Cas looks at him, his blue eyes sparkling and, as always, full of love. “And I’d have my whole family denounce me again and again if it led to the same.”

“See? We’re well-matched.”

He kisses his boyfriend and thinks of the ring he’ll create.

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( snoop dogg vc ) greetings loved ones, let’s take a journey! 

it’s linc comin’ atchu with my third, the one & only, the precious, the marshmellow cute fellow, casey bouchard !  below you shall find a brief backstory, an array of headcanons, & some general suggestions for all ur plotting needs .

tyler young — oh, have you met casey bouchard? he is a nineteen year old cis male that is feeling apprehensive about the planet’s imminent doom. a film student, this virgo is known around town as the raconteur, because he is introspective & altruistic, as well as escapist & frangible. hopefully, case will survive.

overview/backstory blurb thing :

he’s the son of hawley’s mayor, it’s casual?? he’s v supportive of both his mothers, but like... also really doesn’t enjoy small town living? he’s a city boi so... having his mother literally up and move them to this middle-of-nowhere place in pennsylvania for love... he supported it out of necessity but? would much rather be back in nyc with his boyz?

ya boy’s originally from brooklyn, nyc born and raised! his father was kinda... never in the picture? ( translation: as soon as raising an infant got difficult, he peaced tf out and refuses to pay child support. mainly bc like... he disappeared. yup. nice guy. )  anyway! in response to this, his mother joined an online support group for single mothers -- just a chatroom where they could all kind of talk and relate to one another about the aches & pains of raising children on their own? well. on this forum, sharon friedman happened to receive a direct message from anna bouchard, and so it all began...

after years of talking with anna on the phone and over skype, casey was finally like, “ma, you gotta just meet her.” so when he was 15, he practically forced his mom to rent a car and they made a road trip out to hawley, pa to meet this woman that had so clearly captured his mother’s heart. he was like: yes ok, good !!  good! because casey believes in love and fate and red strings. what he wasn’t really counting on was... staying... in hawley... sharon couldn’t bring herself to leave hawley after their visit. casey couldn’t bring himself to deny his mother a chance at love and happiness after being so alone. who was he to say no to that? so he wasn’t the asshole he could have been -- he could have thrown a fit about their home, his school, his bae, his life back in nyc. but instead, he suggested that they move there, filled out the transfer papers for hawley high himself. and so he entered a new world as a sophomore, completely and utterly overwhelmed by the newfound quiet, slowness. he dealt. joined the photography club, became chief photographer and editor for the yearbook. to everyone else, he was thriving. and like... yes ok, maybe he was, but there was this part of him that still... longed for new york. the place that held his heart.

in his junior year of high school, anna announced her campaign for mayor !!  so naturally, casey was RIGHT THERE supporting the love of his mother’s life. printing flyers, handing out cute buttons and cupcakes at school. bc he loves his mother and his mother loves anna, so it just... made sense. but he... at this point he really missed the city; he was looking at nyu and columbia as options for post-secondary school. that is, until anna won the election and moved on from board of education to freakin’ mayor !

but what no one told him was how being the mayor’s son would affect him. when anna and his mother married, he kindly chose to keep his mother’s surname, friedman. but with a mayor in the family? it would seem suspicious to have a child with a mismatched surname. anna’s pr people basically coerced him into taking on her surname, bouchard. and y’know, it was the right thing to do. but it felt a lot like a sell-out.

being the mayor’s son also meant being in photos instead of taking them. which was..... not his forte? still isn’t. he’ll go through it for his mom, but casey thrives behind the scenes. he enjoys letting other people shine, paying witness to that.

he’s a film student now! studying in hawley because.... he couldn’t bring himself to abandon his mother, or to even approach her with pamphlets of city schools. she was so happy here, and he knew that giving her a reason to think he wasn’t... it would make her feel guilty. so ( another sell-out! ) he agreed to go to community college here. in his free time, he makes short films much like what mikey murphy makes on youtube . they’re never longer than 10 minutes -- they don’t have to be. they’re poignant. true. he’s got a way with the camera, a way with voiceovers and words and angles. all the fluff and frills aren’t necessary.

alright so... here’s the kicker. casey is a truthful person. he wears his heart on his sleeve. but lately he’s been made aware of some... i n f o r m a t i o n ... that could ruin the entire town and their relationship to their mayor, and his family. here’s the rundown:

he’s not a snoop. nope. but being the son of the mayor’s wife the mayor’s son involves helping out every so often. fielding, phone calls, organizing files, pr meetings... deleting emails.

so he stumbled upon an email thread detailing arrangements and transfers of large funds. for a bunker. for food. blankets. supplies. underground. using taxpayer money.

in a panic, he forwarded the emails to his personal email before deleting them off of anna’s computer.

why did he save them? why... why does he need them? because... they’re safe with him? or maybe they’re collateral? not that he.... he doesn’t need collateral, right? because the bunker helps him. ensures his survival, too. but here he is... carrying around this lethal information, not knowing what to do about it. wanting to tell those he’s close to, but he can’t because his mother loves anna and if he hurts anna, he hurts her, and himself. it’s... a predicament.

an array of headcanons! :

raisinets are casey’s weakness. if you wanna win him over, grab him a box. he will fall in love.

demisexual as fuck !!!  not the hookup type, but... let’s just say, it has happened before. takes a lot of alcohol. but he’s been there.

he adores old films. he SPRINTS to the little local theater when they have special features of anything vintage and cheesy. or even films like “back to the future” or “breakfast at tiffany’s”. he buys like 12 boxes of candy every time because he’s hella indecisive, swears he’ll decide when he sits down and then just... makes no decision and eats all of them. he unironically replaces his soda straw with a twizzler because.... it just Makes Sense, ok?

he’s got this wide-eyed attitude about the world. no way, you found half-priced avocados at rite aid? just... genuinely in this world because he adores it. the little things give him this breathless sense of joy. “i found a penny in the parking lot today!” he’ll chirp with pride to a room full of other film students that don’t give a shit. because... the unexpected tiny treasures are what make hawley worth staying. if he didn’t have those, he would have run back to nyc years ago.

casey wants so badly to believe there’s something greater about life. that it’s not some fragile wilting leaf to be tossed to the wind. he wants to fight for something and his way of doing that is easy smiles and a soft gaze.

he smells like cinnamon spice, vanilla, with subtle hints of amber, musk, and cedar. just like... how you might imagine a cool autumn day, with a gentle breeze. that’s really his disposition, too. that soft gust of wind that caresses your skin, ruffles your hair, makes you close your eyes and breathe in deeper.

he has a brooklyn accent and idk that’s just really important to me.

“one day” by kodaline is a Mood.

his personality/presence is a lot like “my favourite story” by jack in water? just... so lovely and quiet and soft.

he listens to vinyl bc his moms got him a player for hanukkah one year (lol they’re kinda in a great financial situation now that anna’s providing). so he’ll just lie down and stare at the ceiling and listen to the temptations and the beatles and belle & sebastien, lightly tapping his toes together, circling his feet. the simple things.

he gets quiet when he gets angry. as in, if you yell at him, he will lower his voice to a whisper so you have no choice but to lower yours and listen. he learned that from his mother and the countless arguments she got in with their landlord in brooklyn. it’s kind of a power move.

really allergic to cats and dogs! he gets the sniffles! but does he still always say hi and seek them out?? yes!!

he kind of... he kind of wants to make a film to put in the time capsule. he’s working on it, slowly. a film of hawley. of life before the asteroid. he’s absolutely the type to break out his camera or phone and film his friends without asking. highly sentimental. all the zooms, all the laughs and smiles and eye rolls before they inevitably cover the lens with their hands. he finds beauty in everything. or, rather, everything has the capacity to be beautiful, with some investment in time/angles. he films all those tiny moments, those pointless little dinner dates or hikes in the woods because... if he films his friends, if he films these moments... then they’ll never really die. they’ll exist on an sd card, or icloud, or... somewhere. and then his friends won’t die. his family won’t die. they’ll be there, immortalized on film. so film is... his craft. his passion. but also his way of avoiding the future, evading the bleak limitations of human existence. it’s his way of grappling with the asteroid, denying that big rock any of its power. because casey... he’s got a camera and he’s got time, and no boulder careening toward the planet can rip that away from him. ( it’s flawed logic. he knows. but it’s something. )

connection ideas :

step-brother/sister: they’re anna (the mayor)’s biological child. and i will probably send a wc in for this eventually, but basically they’re the second half of the reason why anna and sharon even met. i imagine things are kinda... interesting... between them and casey? being thrust into a new family, and now a family in the limelight... it’s complicated. they’re probably like, 20-24, a bit older.

friends: people from high school, people from college, etc. casey loves them dearly.

art squad: alright he... just really needs people to cry over great films with, honestly.

love interest: uhm he is so gentle and just... think about the gentle hand touches and linking of pinkies as they stand in the snack line at the theater and just... making fools of themselves ice skating & doing dumb shit? pls?

someone he wrongfully trusted:  aight... this is some angst, y’all. someone who literally crushed him, or... spread a rumor, or something. just completely violated his trust. because casey does not know how to deal with that shit. he’s the type to smile sadly and talk to them, ignoring how his eyes are misting over a bit. “hey, how are you? oh yeah, i’m... good. good, really. you mentioned a while ago you were gonna be doing ___, how’s that?” and he’ll... keep himself in that conversation for as long as they’ll talk. because like... if he angles his perspective just right, he can almost blur out the tension and pretend it’s back to how things used to be.

brotp: okay i need it. taking polaroids and penning dates on them, getting giggly drunk on champagne and watching cheesy rom-coms. just... being dorks. pls & thanks

pictures of you: hear me out. someone who’s been in the background of his life. appears in photos for the hs yearbook, maybe shows up in his films he shoots around town. they’ve never really spoken but casey wants to. it’s just... the whole... introductions thing. “hey, you’re in a lot of my art! accidentally! what’s up?” doesn’t really fly.

people from nyc: idk if your muse was ever in nyc for an extended period of time let’s just.. let’s discuss ;)

neighbor(s): so since the bouchards are quite well off, casey’s got his own ~ luxury apartment ~ to himself, oo la la. but i imagine it’s part of a larger apartment complex, etc.

grocery store buds: “hello, how are you, wanna try to find ripe avocados with me?” becomes a saturday routine. they wait for their deli meat together too. so cute. #truelove. ya never know.

exes: i imagine casey wouldn’t have many of these, since he does have this really romanticized idea of love and carries with him high, virgo standards. but... these would’ve been special connections. and he probably mourns them a lot.

literally anything ever i love plots and we know this