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crutchie-with-a-y · 4 years ago

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Ok. I’m not sure how this sounds, or how it will go over. And I know it may seem fake or made up or inconsequential. But I swear to god I was considering swallowing a bottle of pills before I saw the post you reblogged. So I just wanted to thank you. You’re amazing. And I wish you happiness in everything you do.

It doesn’t sound made up or inconsequential. Not at all. Please remember your are so loved and valued, and that your are neeeded here. The world would not be the same without you.

I know a lot of people with mental illnesses and who have been or are s**cidal, and something that I have realized people don’t notice is how much they mean to other people. Not just to family and/or friends, though you are a crucial piece in the puzzle of their lives, but to aquaintences or strangers. I bet you’ve smiled at a homeless person who nobody else even looked in the eye that day. You’ve held the door for a single parent who was utterly exhausted after working a 16-hour shift to support their family. You’ve said hello to a teacher who was harassed and hated by their students. You’ve been patient with a waitsperson who’s been a screamed at five times that day. You’ve made people’s day.

Because it isn’t just whos child your are or who’s best friend you are that makes you important. Its your humanity.

The world is a mess, there’s no doubt about it, and it is very easy to feel hopeless, but it’s people like you that give me hope. It’s people like you who are going to pull us out of this chaos. And that may sound like a tremendous stressful burden, but it’s not because you already are doing it with your small acts of humanity. As someone who struggles with their mental health, you have a certain empathy for others that you probably haven’t even noticed. You recognize that everyone is fighting their own silent battle, because you yourself are fighting yours. You know what a big impact kindness can have, so you are kind naturally.

The world will be saved by people who are no strangers to hardship. People who struggle just with themselves. Because you know that it is the little things. Reblogging a post. Smiling. Holding a door. Saying hello. Being patient. It’s the little acts of humanity that make all the difference.

So when you struggle to value yourself, try to look at yourself through someone else’s eyes. Someone who’s day you’ve made. I promise it’s more people than you think. They wouldn’t ever want you to leave us. They would do everything they could to keep you here.

So please, stay safe and please reach out for help. After all you have done and for all you are going to do, you deserve it.

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schraubd · 6 years ago

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Project Runway All-Stars! Now, With All Stars!

Did you know there's a new season of Project Runway All-Stars? I didn't! Did you know we're in the seventh season of All-Stars? I definitely didn't! That's shocking. And what's more shocking is that -- unlike certain past seasons -- the competitors really are all stars! In fact, every single contestant has won a season of Project Runway. Pretty impressive. And to add an extra dose of freshness: not all of the winners are from the American edition of the show. It also includes winners of Project Runway Canada (Sunny Fong -- already eliminated! -- and Evan Biddell), Australia (Juli Grbac and Christina Exie), Brazil (Cynthia Hayashi), Netherlands (Django Steenbakker), and the UK (Jasper Garvida). Of course, I can't really tell apart the newbies yet. So let's instead give a brief scouting report on some of our old returning favorites: Anthony Ryan Oh, Anthony Ryan. Famous for saying, after surviving testicular cancer, that he's "rocking one now", and more famous around these parts for Laura Bennett telling him that if didn't stop being so annoying she'd "slap him so hard he'll be rocking none". Anthony Ryan is the one designer on this season with a slight asterisk -- he didn't win his season of Project Runway proper, he won an All-Stars season (and a pretty weak season at that). He also got really lucky that the judges decided to do no eliminations in the first episode, since his "Native American" inspired outfit was clearly the worst to go down the runway. He came back nicely in episode two, though he clearly hated the blue/orange color palette he was assigned and that disdain somehow was communicated in an otherwise nice outfit. Seriously, it could work really well as a uniform for the UVA flag team -- and somehow, I don't mean that as an insult. Anya One of my old favorites, but a controversial winner. She had weak technical skills to begin with, which she covered for via a flowing, drape-y style that doesn't demand much sewing acumen (or so I gather -- it's not like I know how to sow). First thing she says upon coming back this season is that she hasn't done any sowing since her original season of Project Runway -- she works in parts of fashion where she doesn't have to do any of the needlework. Maybe a wise career choice, but it's hard to imagine it will serve her well on the show. So far, her looks have been ... well, the good news is you always know which piece coming down the runway is Anya's. The bad news is you always know which piece coming down the runway is Anya's. The looks are already getting repetitive, and it doesn't seem likely she has the range to really stretch out. Dmitry One of two double-winners on this season (along with Seth Aaron): he won both his "regular" season and an All-Stars season. Kinda makes you wonder what their careers are doing if they nonetheless keep coming back onto the show -- it's not like you see Christian Siriano returning. Anyway, Dmitry is one of my absolute favorites, and was the clear winner of the first episode with a Bohemian-chic velvet look that felt both very sellable and very fashionable. And it was very different from the highly structured looks that we've associated with Dmitry in the past. If you're asking me who I'm rooting for this season, he's probably it. Irina Irina seems to have taken a step back since she won her Project Runway season (the ill-fated excursion to Los Angeles -- oh, so very long ago). Remember her newspaper coat? One of the greatest, most iconic looks ever produced on the show. Now? Her first look -- a giant feathered-red coat -- got positive remarks from the judges even though I was on the side of those who thought it made her model look like a giant rooster (also, she said it was inspired by merlot since the Republic of Georgia produces a lot of wine. I don't even drink wine and I know it doesn't come in the color of pasta sauce). But at least there I could see a valid difference of opinion. Episode two, by contrast -- hooboy is she lucky that Sunny decided to flip a middle finger to the challenge parameters (a completely yellow dress with a tiny blue broach buried in the back does not satisfy the criteria of a colors challenge, buddy). If a Disney princess ever fell into prostitution, that's the look she'd wear. It was one of the tackiest things I've ever seen. Irina has always been excellent technically, but if she doesn't shape up soon she'll be shipping out. Michelle Did you know the "Tim Gunn save" was invented for Michelle? It's true! Tim Gunn was so aghast they were going to send her home in Season 11 that he prevailed upon the judges to give her another chance. And that ad hoc intervention became formalized as a the "Tim Gunn save" the next season. Michelle ended up winning the whole show, so the intervention was clearly justified in her case (and I remember thinking that at the time). But I remember feeling like she'd lost some of her edge when she came back to an earlier All-Stars season, and she's been pretty unremarkable thus far. Sean A well-liked winner, though she took it away from fan (and personal) favorite Amanda in Season 11. He's the king of the tassle and fringe, and the judges loved his look from episode two even though Jill and I both thought it looked like his model was sprouting tufts of hair all over her body. Gross. Sean definitely is talented, but I never quite got onto his train as much as some other Project Runway observers (and judges). I'd love to see him expand his range a little bit. Seth Aaron Alongside Dmitry, the other 900 pound monster this season. I wasn't actually Seth Aaron's biggest fan on his original season, but I've grown to appreciate him more and more (that he designs for Martha Nussbaum certainly helps!). There's a quiet confidence to him now that I think will carry him well this season, where he already won (and deservedly so) the episode two colors challenge. The thing about Project Runway is that, over the years, there has been a wide range of talent across different seasons, such that some wins have been considerably more impressive than others. I think at this stage, it is fair to say that Seth Aaron sits as one of the stronger victors in Project Runway history, and he'll be a real contender to win this season. Still rooting for Dmitry though. via The Debate Link http://bit.ly/2SLGJTi

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jaouinedcan · 7 years ago

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Hypothetically Speaking [NedCan Week: Day 7 - Future]

In which Canada and the Netherlands discuss a future possibility.

There are some Adult Situations in this, but it doesn’t quite delve into nsfw territory, at least in my opinion. Just a bit of suggestion and a fade to black, really.

"If I were to annex a group of islands in the Caribbean," Canada sleepily murmured into the Netherlands' skin, "would you want to help with their development?"

The Netherlands had been drifting off, himself, comfortable and content with the way Canada snuggled up to his side after their lovemaking, light breath teasing his neck, but the fog was largely cleared from his mind as he tried and initially failed to understand the inquiry as anything other than an admission of imperialist thoughts from the very last nation he would have ever expected to hear them from. He lifted his head up so he could see Canada's face and hopefully determine that he was having a very strange post-coital dream, but the other nation just squinted up at him in a very familiar way between tiredness and lacking the glasses safely stowed away in their case on the nightstand. It was the only way to be perceived as more than just a general blur.

"You realize that we are in a hotel room in between UN meetings don't you?" he asked, with just a hint of hesitation.

"Yeah?" Canada replied, his brow wrinkling in confusion for a moment as he took in what appeared to be a concerned expression on the Netherlands' face. Then he realized what he'd said had been misheard--well, misinterpreted. "Oh! No! It wouldn't be done against their will, Ned." He smirked. "You thought that I was going to invade them~"

"Shush," he protested, trapping Canada's head beneath his chin to hide his embarrassment. "I am half asleep and half convinced this is a nightmare."

"It's a pleasant dream," Canada promised, trailing his fingers down the Netherlands' chest and certainly not stopping there. "You can be sure of that."

The Netherlands smacked Canada's hand away, but he was sure that it was obvious he wasn't actually mad; just a bit slower to recover his libido in comparison to someone who had inherited a bit more than just blond curls from France.

"The islands?" he asked, returning to the previous subject in the meantime. They often had small conversations in bed together, so his curiosity could easily sated before he was distracted from it by wandering hands.

"Mm," Canada relented, winding his arms around the Netherlands but obediently keeping his hands above the waist for now. "Turks and Caicos. They're British territories, but some of my politicians have been attempting to get permission to annex them off and on for, hm, almost a hundred years now?"

"Ah, I know of them," the Netherlands replied. "I have a handful of islands in the Caribbean still--they meet up from time to time and seem to get along well enough." He paused. "After a hundred years, though--has something changed?"

"Yes and no," Canada claimed. "I haven't personally given it much thought since England refused the first time, and the idea never made it past the House of Commons since, but one of my MPs met up with Turks and Caicos' Premier recently to discuss it, so public interest has increased, but nobody's actually gotten around to talking to anyone in the UK yet."

"You're thinking about it now, though?" Something must have changed if he'd decided to bring it up now after seventy years of never mentioning it to him.

"Something might actually happen this time," Canada ventured. "Considering the timing."

The way he'd said that implied that the Netherlands could probably guess, so he thought back to Canada's recent activities related to the Caribbean... and quickly came to the rather obvious conclusion that a certain superpower was likely involved, as he always seemed to be entrenched in all of Canada's foreign relations. "This is about how you've been encouraging America and Cuba to bury the hatchet, isn't it?" he asked, leaning on an elbow so he could lift his head up again to study Canada's reaction, and whether or not he was going to admit the real issue.

Canada's eyes glittered with mirth. "On the one hand, I couldn't just let them continue on hating each other forever. It wouldn't be right."

He nodded his head toward the Netherlands, inviting him to guess the rest. "On the other hand, now you'll have to share your Cuban beach vacations with obnoxious American tourists."

"Can you really blame my people for craving a tropical paradise all to themselves after having to endure Americans invading every other aspect of their lives?"

The Netherlands had maintained a love-hate relationship with the Atlantic for several decades now, considering the way it kept both America and Canada at a distance. "Of course not," he assured Canada, who still appeared more amused than anything, "but what would stop Americans from vacationing in Turks and Caicos anyway?"

"Why would they vacation in a Canadian territory when they could go to an actual foreign country?" Canada quipped, somehow expressing both bitterness and affection at once for the way America's people treated Canada on a more friendly note than the rest of the world--which would have been perfectly fine if many of them didn't go further with that than necessary and viewed him as the 51st state.

"Hm, it'll be their loss, in that case, and Cuba's loss or gain depending on your perspective. As for Turks and Caicos--how would they feel about the arrangement?" The Netherlands had met them once or twice, informally, on the occasions when he'd been visiting his territories and they'd stopped over to socialize with their neighbours. They were still very young, in their pre-teens at most, and very easygoing, only serious in their attempts to call out their friends from their boring business meetings to play pirate games instead. After a while, the Netherlands had to give in and allow his charges to be excused early from his economic lectures. He'd always had trouble saying no to children, and though no one would be able to tell from his perfectly neutral expression, he enjoyed watching over the islands as they played, and was glad that they were able to remain so carefree... especially since his own childhood hadn't had much room for fun and games.

Canada was quiet for a moment while he considered the question, then replied, "I don't think that they have strong feelings one way or the other, really. Though... I'd like to think that they'd prefer their caretaker to be closer at hand in emergency situations, and--no disrespect toward England--I would have many more opportunities to visit them while he has to split his time among the entire Commonwealth. And, not to complain, but... I do wish that he would have been able to spend a little more of that time with me when I was young... and though at least Turks and Caicos have each other for company... I worry that is not enough, and while they're content to enjoy their childhood for now... they also deserve the opportunity to learn and grow, before... before the rest of the Caribbean moves on without them..."

Canada was growing far too melancholy, so the Netherlands pressed a soft kiss to his lips, interrupting him before he could sink into an actual depressed state over the fact that England had always been more invested in America during the times he was able to make the trip across the Atlantic at all, and whether he'd been an enemy or ally at any given moment hadn't made much of a difference.

"Whether you become their primary caretaker or not, you are still their older brother within the Commonwealth," the Netherlands assured him. "You are still able to send them help in emergencies, visit them if they're lonely, and welcome to invest in their future. England isn't going to turn away your honest hope to help raise them." A couple centuries earlier it would have been different, but nowadays, the former British Empire was much more willing to allow members of his Commonwealth to move independently.

He could tell from the way Canada didn't turn his head or avert his eyes that he had succeeded in putting his fears to rest--or at least, most of them. A hand relocated to the back of his neck, pulling him close enough to feel his breath against his lips. "I'm going to visit them again soon if you want to make a vacation out of it," he suggested.

"A tempting offer," the Netherlands replied, "though I must insist I take the opportunity to introduce you to Bonaire, Sint Eustatius, Saba, and their grown siblings, Aruba, Curaçao and Sint Maarten."

"Of course," Canada agreed, and much (much much) later they shared a few photographs. While Canada busily complimented how well the Netherlands had raised his island nations, the Netherlands himself was thoroughly charmed by one candid picture in particular of Canada helping two children build a sand castle, all three of them half soaked and covered in sand, the photo partially obscured by a furry white paw. All three of them were caught in the middle of happy laughter.

[Notes: This conversation would have taken place while Obama was still president, so the situation has changed a bit since. On the one hand, relations between America and Cuba are going downhill again, and on the other, nobody seems to know yet how Brexit will affect the British Overseas Territories. If it ends up really screwing over Turks and Caicos’ economy, they might try to join Canada since we just signed CETA recently, which would allow them to continue trading with the EU, and they’d also benefit from NAFTA, and any future trade deals that Canada hashes out (last I read on the subject, we’re still trying to get TPP going even without America). The same couldn’t be said so easily about them joining America instead for, uh, some pretty obvious reasons tbh. If any of this actually happens, and goes smoothly, I wouldn’t be surprised if the rest of the British Overseas Territories considered joining Canada (or declaring independence), too, but then again, I’m sure the UK would negotiate hard for them to stick around, since it would be pretty embarrassing for all their territories to abruptly jump ship. Then again, they might have their hands full trying to keep Irish unification and Scottish independence from happening, and I’m sure the EU will take certain steps to punish the UK as much as possible in order to make them an example for the rest of the countries considering leaving the EU... I mean, who really knows where all of that will ultimately bring us. I’m feeling so fortunate to be Canadian right now, you guys; the rest of the world looks so crazy from here

btw I did read an actual for-real article about how Canada would benefit from having tropical beaches of its own now that we have to share Cuba with Americans, lmao]

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yaoimila · 7 years ago

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Aliens’ Bribe: Sci-Fi Menage Romance

Alexdrine Sending me to return the light stone we stole from the aliens is the cruelest thing the elders could do. I already had a run-in with the two blue demi-god-looking invaders years ago. Just because they didn’t kill me before doesn’t mean I’ll survive this time. My conniving husband is trying to get rid of me and the elders are helping him. I’m going to throw myself at the aliens’ feet and beg for mercy. I’m determined to survive, no matter what I have to do. Harolzine My under-officer Rextin still believes our mother ship will come back for us, but we’ve been on this decimated world for eighty years with no word for them. I refuse to continue hiding in our skyscraper doing nothing while we wait. It’s time we claimed a human bride. Rextin It’s perfect we’ve captured Alexdrine right when we decided to take a bride. This woman enticed us enough to spare her life the last time she broke into our home. Of course she should be the one for Harolzine and me to share. She’s strong enough to handle what we have planned for her. A sweet, sensual, stand-alone, sci-fi, menage, romance novel with chapters in the perspectives of the three different main characters. MFM ménage (no m/m) with a happily-ever-after!

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“Me?” I cried with my eyes as wide as saucers. “Why me? Are you insane?”

My husband, who I shared with a first wife and probably seven mistresses, sneered and spat through his rotten teeth to the floor. (I never kissed him in all the four years we were married because of this disgusting mouth.) “Because you’ll slow them down," he said. "You’ll give us a chance to escape.”

I turned toward the three elders beside us with my face wide with shock. “How can anyone slow them down? If anything, they’ll see me and become so furious they’ll throw blasts to kill us all.”

“Not once I’ve got the light stone.” Ardie said this. He was the son of my husband’s first wife, the same age as me, and the fastest runner in our zone. “They won’t throw blasts and risk shattering it.”

“Exactly." I jutted my palm at him. "So why should I go? I can’t keep up with you.”

Mertha, a female elder with skin so black it had bluish undertones, placed her lean hand on my shoulder. “It has to be Danel, Ardie, and you. Danel to disconnect the stone from their systems without damaging it.” She tipped her nose toward my husband. “Ardie to run with it as fast as he can. And you to catch their eye, give them pause, and grant Danel and Ardie a chance to escape.”

My heart raced. “What about my escape?”

“What are you worried about?” my husband Danel said, still sneering. “They won’t kill you.”

“Yes, they will!”

“They didn’t last time,” Ardie said.

I darted my face toward him. “They swore if they ever saw me again I’d be dead! They hate me!”

Danel scoffed.

“Enough,” the elder named Raffe (who was the father of my husband) said. “We rule the zone, and we order you to go Alexdrine. Our word is final.”

I hadn't realize until my father-in-law said it—but Danel was trying to get rid of me. That merciless bastard! I’d done so much to get into Manhattan Zone—I was the one who returned the light stone to the aliens the last time we ‘borrowed it.’ That bought me my place here. I was tattooed by the elders with the Manhattan Zone mark. Danel couldn’t send me back to Haven Zone, so now he was going to sacrifice me!

“This is wrong,” I said to Mertha with tears in my eyes.

She responded by pulling me into her arms. “Go and be safe, child. They won't kill you while we have the light stone, and it will be returned as soon as our generators are recharged. It must be you.” She pulled back and scooped some of auburn hair from my forehead. “You’re the only one who’s met them and lived.”

I shook my head, still aghast, still in tears.

So what if I’d met them before? I had no choice. They’d sent a psychic message we all heard in our heads: ‘Bring back the stone or Manhattan Zone will be erased.’ Then we all dropped to the ground screaming because they gave us mind-zap headaches that were so horrible it felt like our brains were exploding in our skulls. I knew I would be volunteered to return the stone whether I wanted to or not because I was the only adult without a zone tattoo. So I went, humble, pitiful, and hoping to leave with all my limbs attached. Two blue aliens, the last of the invasion force on planet Earth, met me with their perfectly chiseled faces filled with anger. I held out the stone and begged them not to kill me. I didn’t dare lift my head to look at them, but the one on the right asked why he shouldn’t make an example for my zone.

That’s when I started blathering. I told them my whole pathetic life story. Growing up in Haven Zone where the crater was still irradiated and making us sick, eating grass and garbage just to stay alive, watching my mother become deaf and mute and then finally having her eyes turn black before she died, on and on I went about how miserable it was in Haven and how desperate I was to get the tattoo to stay in Manhattan Zone.

I asked for their mercy and apparently got it. One of the god-like blue aliens took the stone, threatened me, and ordered me to leave. I sprinted the whole way back to the tenements. I was alive, I’d earned my tattoo, and I’d never have to see those horrifying aliens again.

Or so I thought.

My son of a bitch husband grabbed my arm. “Let’s go. We have a three mile trek and it will be dawn in five hours.”

I scowled at my father-in-law, making sure he knew I was aware of his plan, and let Danel pull me along. We went down the stairs of the Zone meeting hall onto the crumbling sidewalks and grass-infiltrated roads. The sky was too full of haze to see the stars, but a blurry yellow moon broke through giving us enough light to make our way toward the Empire State Building, where the aliens lived. All the street lamps were dark, as they had been since our generator ran out of ‘alien light’ from the last time we’d stolen the light stone. Apparently we hadn’t fully recharged our systems back then due to the headache threat. Four years later and Manhattan Zone was without power once again. I was back where I started in this zone—risking my life for the sake of their comfort.

“If you didn’t want me as your wife anymore you could have given me a divorce,” I said to Danel, with venom in my voice.

The bastard didn’t even try to deny it. “And then what? What do I say to the Elders when they ask me where you’re going to live? No other man would have you. Who wants a cold woman who won’t kiss and hardly ever opens her legs?”

I cringed with disgust and then regrouped. “I would have been fine. I survived on the streets of Haven. You don’t think I could make it here?”

“We’re not Haven. No one lives on the streets. I did you a favor to take you as my second wife and you’ve been nothing but ungrateful.”

Ungrateful? I wanted to swing on him and knock out a few of his black teeth. When I first came to Manhattan Zone, I was grateful. A tattooed man was willing to have me as his wife—who cares if he was twice my age and ugly. I didn’t find out about his first wife until after he’d already taken my virginity. And then I realized I was being presented to this wife as a slave.

Even that I was grateful for.

I’d take anything over Haven’s death sentence, but I was put in a war zone against my will. Esther said I was just a slave, not a wife, but Danel wanted to keep fucking me. The pig decided I was preferable to his loyal wife of 25 years just because I was younger than her. Never mind that she actually loved him and I was just there for the Manhattan Zone tattoo. I was on her side, but she was on her husband’s side. She claimed that his infidelity (if you can call it that with a second wife) was because I was seducing him. So she attacked me, and Danel instigated by insisting I still sleep with him, entangling me into a mess I never signed up for. I hadn’t had one day of peace in that house—not one. Of course I resented him for it. If you want to fuck me then just admit to your wife that I’m a second wife and stop being a coward!

Most of the time I resisted him because his anger was far easier to deal with than the heartache of his true wife.

And now this. He’d forced me into a mission that would probably get me killed. I had to fight back tears as climbed over the debris beside him and his son. I didn’t even have good shoes. How was I going to run when it was time?

Damn it. I should just turn around and go back. That was defying the elders which meant fifty lashes in the public square and then getting cayenne pepper rubbed into my wounds. Wasn’t that better than dying though?

I shuddered. Barely.

We reached the Empire State Building and climbed on top of the remains of a fallen skyscraper beside it. Lights on every floor were on, giving us no indication of where the aliens were. They had no guards, so the heist should have been easy. We knew from the last theft they knew when the light stone was removed from its cradle. There would be half a minute, maybe less, for us to escape the building. The aliens never went outside, we didn’t know why, but it was a fact we could count on.

Danel scanned the bottom floor with binoculars. “There’s a glowing grid over the hole we made in the wall last time.”

I squinted. Something red and pulsing was over the hole, but I couldn’t see it well enough to determine it was a grid.

“So we cut a new hole beside it?” Ardie said. He wore high shorts on his lanky legs to keep himself free for running.

Danel put down the binoculars. “Nah. They’ll expect it. Let’s go straight in through the front, that’s the fastest way to the stone. Might as well make a quick dash, in and out.”

We climbed down the back of the mountain and skirted the edge of the debris until we reached the path that led to the front doors. My heart was beating a mile a minute now. What if they were on the bottom floor? The risk was insane.

I heard Danel take a deep breath beside me. He pulled the strap of his kit tight over his shoulder.

“We ready?”

“No we’re not ready,” I said, feeling frantic. “What’s the plan?”

He had the nerve to glower at me. Wasn’t it a fair question?

“The plan is to go to the wasp’s nest, disconnect the stone, give it to Ardy, and run like hell.”

“Shouldn’t one of us scout first?” My heart felt like it was beating in my throat now. “We should make sure they’re not—”

Danel barreled forward from our cover and jerked me along with him. Ardy followed behind, ducking his head and nudging my shoulder to keep me at a run. We halted inside a revolving door. I didn’t dare look inside. When I heard Danel cutting the glass, I finally opened my eyes. There was no sign of the aliens. Danel crawled through the hole he made and Ardy pushed me through after him.

Now I was afraid to breathe. We were in alien’s domain. They could be floors away or steps away. I darted my gaze from one end of the foyer to the other, praying not to see any blue skin. Danel was focused on the wasps nest in front of us.

The aliens had built a giant nest of coils, wires, and brown molding that hung from the first floor ceiling like a wasps nest and pulsed with golden energy. At the base, connected by dozens of wires, was the light stone which charged it.

“It’s clear,” Danel whispered. “Let’s run.”

Ardy grabbed my arm to force me up. The three of us sprinted to the stone. My boots made echoing clops that made me tear up with horror. How could the alien’s not hear that? I should have been given sneakers, but everything happened so fast I couldn’t think to ask for any.

Danel hissed at me to be quiet when we reached the stone. Anger put a pause on my fear. How the hell were the horrible shoes my fault? If he’d let me work outside his tenement, I could have bought tar-heeled shoes from the cobbler.

He was too busy fixing dead-clips on the wires to pay anymore attention to me. I continued searching the floor with my ears perked. There was no sign of the aliens.

“Get ready to run,” Danel said.

We looked to see he was using his pliers to work the final coiled loop off the stone.

A few things suddenly occurred to me. These were like the flashes of memories you get before you die, but these were realizations.

Why was it so easy to steal the light stone? I hadn’t been with them the last time they did it four years ago, but I expected it to be harder than a minute of tightening clips on wires.

Next, since Manhattan Zone had stolen the stone before, why wasn’t it secured better now? They patched the hole that was made through the wall from last time, but that was it.

Finally, the aliens had to know we’d lost power again. They could see the whole island from their top floor. Our zone went dark two days ago.

Why weren’t they expecting us?

“There!”

The oblong stone popped from its cradle into Danel’s hand. He gave it to Ardy, who bolted toward the door. I was ready to make a sprint right after him when Danel’s fist smashed into my chest making me crash back against the cradle. He was twenty feet in front of me before I could get my bearings. That fucking son of a-- I didn’t have time for anger. I ran for the door with all the strength I had left in me.

The floor shook. No—more like the floor had turned into water and a giant wave crested through the suddenly malleable tiles. We tumbled off our feet, but Ardy was already through the hole in the rotating door. I saw him stumble but catch himself and continue his flight. Danel hit harder than his son. He had to use the handle on the door to pull himself up. He glanced back, and I saw his face go white with horror.

I looked behind me. The two blue aliens stood barely a foot behind me. My life is over—and for what?

I saw Danel get through the hole and escape.

As for me…I didn’t even try to get up now. I’d served my dismal purpose. The aliens could incinerate me with one of their energy bolts, or just use their mind powers to make my brain explode. What would it be? How long would they make me suffer waiting?

“We told you not to come back.”

I blinked. The aliens had voices similar to men, but with a rasping undertone, like a deep wind wood instrument was inside their throats.

“I didn’t want to,” I said softly, and that’s all I said. I wasn’t sure if they were giving me a chance to plead for my life.

“She’s a bribe,” the other alien said.

I peeked up. He had circled to come around me. Both aliens had dusky blue skin and dark blue-black hair. The one in front of me had a deeper voice than the first, and looked older, more filled out. That’s not to say they weren’t both muscular. They had the bodies of Earth athletes I’d seen in old magazines with bulging pecs and chiseled abs. However, one was about my age, 24, and the other apparede somewhat older, perhaps 30. The one who looked younger had a star tattoo on his cheek.

“It’s true, isn’t it?” the older alien said. His eyes were dark auburn with pale pink whites.

“That I’m a bribe?” I cleared the lump in my throat. “I think I’m more collateral.”

“You think?” His deep voice edged toward a threat.

“I don’t know, okay?” I found myself blathering again—just like the last time. (But it worked, right?) “I was supposed to be a distraction, but they lied. My husband shoved me right when we needed to run and—”

“Which was your husband?” the alien behind me said.

“The older one with the satchel.”

“He prevented you from escaping?”

I felt rude not to look at him while I answered so I slid my body around on the shiny tiles. The more they let me talk the more I fell into a comfort zone of sorts. They wouldn’t kill me if they were waiting for me to answer something.

“Yes. He was trying to get rid of me. I knew he was. I shouldn’t have gone along with him. I’m sorry.”

“So your life has not improved since you left Haven Zone?” This was the older one again. I slid back to face him with my throat getting knotted. They remembered everything I told them last time?

“It improved. It would be impossible not to, but I married a scumbag. He already had a wife, and she wasn’t happy with him taking a second one. It didn’t work out.”

The two aliens exchanged looks over me. Actually, it seemed like they were talking with eye movements. Their eyeballs shifted around while their eyelids flickered with half-blinks and winks. The exchange went on long enough for me to be sure they were communicating. I knew they were telepathic, so an additional eye language wasn’t that far of a stretch.

“We will accept you as a bribe in exchange for lending the light stone to your people,” the older one said.

My mouth parted and my lower lip quivered. “What? I—I told you, I’m more like collateral.”

“You told us your husband threw you away,” the younger one said.

I swallowed.

“Your people are thieves,” the older one said. “Why should we allow them the use of our light stone without payment?”

Payment? I’d suffered such a whirlwind of emotion I didn’t know what to feel.

“Why did you let them take it?” I said, too frazzled to guard my words. “You didn’t secure it from the last time they stole it. You didn’t even lock the door.”

The older one crouched in front of me. His face had the same chiseled perfection as his body. Up close, he made me want to avert my eyes with embarrassment. I’d felt a flush of attraction I knew was idiotic.

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mom’s home after almost a week away and she barely got her shoes off before she’s yelling at me

for not finding the right cloth to wrap the bread in - it was all the way at the bottom - and then starts yelling about how i’m 40 - i’m not- and still at home doing nothing but enjoying life - yes i am so enjoying my stagnation and abuse it’s great - and how other young people she hears on the train have jobs and exams - thanks they also probably have nice parents and friends and a structured childhood - and then she goes to the bathroom but keeps yelling about all the lost potential and money and effort i am - which only one of those things was ever hers okay all the effort and potential was mine and i worked my ass off to the detriment of enjoying my school and uni years and having friends i couldn’t even enjoy my uni graduation because i had to get back a city over to take a language certification exam and my last summer in canada i spent taking how to teach english classes which i never had any intention of doing because i. hate. teaching. but mom thought i ~needed something to do~ and maybe being able to spend time with friends was too much (like how every summer we went to grandma’s hamlet because what child doesn’t love being the only child in a remote village all summer like who needs friends in the summer right? not even my sibling because he’s off to uni. going to the uk universities i’d been accepted to was too much too because they weren’t ~prestigious enough~ so i lost two years in spain trying to get my life back order only to go to the netherlands because she said to even though i barely knew the country existed to a ~prestigious university~ (but only in international law which...not my area) and she starts yelling too about how i don’t do anything but ~take care of dogs~ like excuse me for having one activity and commitment that makes me happy and gives me purpose and structure. and fuck me telling her i’m trying to find a job again (and she’d tell me i’m doing it wrong too, applying over the internet like some moron, not like’ shes ever had a job in the past half century) because when i told her i was applying for a phd all she said was “what are you going to do in the meantime” like yes mom i’ll keep trying to get a job even though i’ve been doing that literally 24/7 for over a year with no success and am now focusing on this yes what a supportive question. like when i was in amboseli doing field research - super exciting stuff super far away - and trying to tell her about my day and she could only go on about how she was visiting my bro and how he was soooo dirty and messyyyyy omggggg his shoes were everywhereee and meanwhile’ i’m literally in a national park researching lions and i told her i liked a boy and he liked me and she started crying like let’s make this all about you m’kay.

#was going to toss this into a friend’s message but they don’t deserve this word vomit #neither do y’all hence the read more #randomness #dear mom

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Possession 1

The demon possessed man Jonah has fallen under the dark authority of Priest Sabaste, patron of the four gods of Rainor. Sabaste crosses boundaries that no priest should, forcing Jonah to confront the vulnerability of his condition. He’s thrust into the intrigue of the Rainor court, while at the mercy of its diabolical priest. The start of a dark sensual slow-burn series by the author of Maelstrom!

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1 The Sheriff and the Half-Sister

“You have to oversee things, brother.” Valeria twisted her apron in both her fists as she beseeched Priest Sabaste in the stable. “He’s possessed of a demon. A holy man must be present or he’ll wreak havoc.” Her body language bespoke anxiety, but Sebaste knew it wasn’t due to the disturbed man in his church aspe. His estranged half-sister fretted over asking him favors.

“I wish not to get involved in pointless pursuits.” He kept his gaze steady on her, forcing her to look at the floor to avoid the fire in his blue eyes. Valeria, wide-faced beneath dark blond curls and with lines on the corners of her kind gray eyes, shrank before him.

“But it’s for Sabina,” she said, uttering Sabaste’s twin sister’s name in a cajoling way. “She must be sick over this. Her little one’s been missing so long. If it could help—”

“I don’t believe she’s concerned.”

This made Valeria gape at him. Sheriff Edmont picked himself off the stable post he’d been leaning on behind her. The man, whose face reminded Sebaste of a weasel, planted his skinny legs wide and crossed his arms. The priest didn’t allow him the benefit of a glance.

“It was only a girl-child. Sabina’s focus is on producing heirs. She considers her a wasted pregnancy.”

“Hey, now watch it,” Edmont said. Sabaste eyed him while noting his vernacular had grown more like the peasantry. “Juelet’s a niece to you and me both, a sweet little girl. Don’t be saying her mother doesn’t love her. The only one who’s cruel enough to hate an innocent lamb like that is you.”

Beside him the priest’s black stallion bristled at the raised voice. His focus returned to the beautiful creature’s gleaming hide. He worked his brush through its mane twice, forcing both Valeria and Edmont to endure an extended silence.

“You brought a charlatan to our keep, Sheriff. Kindly engage him in his scam as your wont and then get him the hell out of my church.”

“He ain’t a charlatan, you pompous ass!”

“That’s what I was going to mention,” Valeria said. Sabaste gave her the benefit of his attention since she was by no means as despicable as the sheriff. “He didn’t come offering to help for a fee. He was kidnapped and brung here.”

“Arrested,” Edmont corrected.

“Well, brought against his will in any case. He’s truly possessed of this demon or spirit, and it sees things that none of us can.”

“You ought to let me tell it,” Edmont said, “if your brother will hear me for half a minute.”

Sabaste led his horse to its stall a few steps away. “I’m listening.” An arrested man was now worthy of his interest. What might the pathetic fellow give to earn his freedom?

“So Jonah’s his name, no surname given.” Edmont paused to clear his throat, a cue for insecurity Sabaste recognized. “He lives alone out in the moors in some wooden shack, goddess only knows how long. Apparently he sells the coal out there, has some arrangement with a sheepherder, a grocer, and a rye farmer, what have you.”

“Get to the point.”

“That’s what I’m doing! I’m saying he’s coming back late from the market one time and a man named Otho, a bootmaker well known in the county, sees that his eyes have gone red, his teeth have gone sharp, horns sprouted out of his head, claws on his fingers, and black marks about his face. Otho runs at him with his pitchfork, but the demon makes him freeze with fear. He tells him he ought to get home because his baby’s coming early and sideways. Sure enough it’s true, and Otho is able to find the midwife in time to save both his wife and child. Otho tells a few others, and they tell a few others, and so a woman goes to him about her young one who was carried off by a bird. And she learns the girl wasn’t taken by a bird like her husband said, but she’d been hauled to a brothel. She retrieves her before her virginity is sold. There’s many more stories as this. He helps some here and there, always saying never to trouble him again. He says what has him possessed is evil and wants to do harm. He tells all to stay away.”

Sabaste held back signs of his burgeoning excitement. It was likely untrue. Both Edmont and the peasants of their county were dullards.

But, oh if such a creature truly did exist.

“I asked him to help with young Juelet. He wouldn’t open his door to me—demanded I get off his property. He knew full well I was the sheriff. I had no choice but to come back with my men.” He looked at Valeria. “It was the right thing to do, taking him. If he really is a demon, we can’t have him loose in the county.”

“You’ll talk to him, won’t you, brother?” Valeria’s nerve had been reinvigorated. “The men are all scared of him.”

Sabaste made a forthright stride past both of them. “I’ll speak to him alone.”

“I need to be there!” Edmont said.

He heard Valeria softly convincing him to let him have his way. In such situations she proved invaluable. The sheriff could yield to her without compromising his pride.

The stable connected to the manor house, which was not quite a castle, but was still the second most impressive building in the county. The thatched roof worked around windowed dormers. A balcony stood on tall piers off the second story, with rolling views of the low meadows and village. The concrete was immaculately shaped and whitewashed, with decorative shutters adorning numerous small windows.

He continued to his church beyond this, the Temple of the Four Gods, which dwarfed the manor enough to keep it enclosed in its shadow three hours of every day. His roofs were made of rounded clay slates, baked a hundred at a time in former church’s kiln. Large stones comprised the main floor, as many as the county’s meager foundry had to provide. Smaller rocks had to be used to create the walls of his spires and great tower.

He entered through doors of colored glass to the nave of his church. At the end of the central aisle he could see sheriff’s men, a half-dozen uncouth barbarians desecrating the sanctity of his apse. He noticed their muddy boot prints on the polished wood of his floor. It was peat and darkened soil from the moors.

As he drew nearer, he saw a youth among them who was damp from his left shoulder to the soles of his boots. He visualized how the arrested man must have tossed him in a desperate bid to flee. The others, twice as thick as the youth, had subdued him without succumbing to the muck.

So he may not truly be possessed of a demon. He was unable to summon its preternatural strength to escape them.

They clustered around the office of his high druid. A few who’d been seated came to their feet as he approached. They gave him questioning looks for an instance, then avoided his radiant eyes. Sabaste said nothing to them, produced a key for the door, and went in.

2 The Prisoner

Seated on a carved wooden bench before the desk of his druid was a man of thirty, his brown shock of hair tussled, his worn hemp trousers and long-tunic caked in mud. He sat huddled and holding himself like the personification of a trapped fawn. The raising and lowering of his shoulders with each breath came faster than they should, as though he were still panicked. Despite filth coating one side of his face, Sabaste saw beauty. He had a narrow cleft chin beneath a wide pleasing jaw and large soulful eyes that matched in depth what his own had in fire.

He fixed these wide eyes on Sabaste, and his breaths grew more rapid still. The priest closed the door but made no move to sit. He allowed the man to absorb him on his feet, where he could present the most intimidating impression. He wore a black linen Cossack which started at his collared neck and draped with a skirt to the floor. His thin cloak, also black as coal pitch, remained hooded over his dark locks of hair. It shadowed his eyes, but in no way inhibited their brilliance.

“You’re Jonah,” Sabaste said, while moving to his druid’s desk, “the man possessed by a demon?”

Jonah’s voice came out in the full tenor of desperation. “I’ve done nothing wrong. If my presence offends the county I’ll take my leave at once and will never return. I beg to plead before his lordship.”

Sabaste looked him over once more. He hadn’t expected a cultured tongue to match the refinement of his face. Now he was forced to wonder whom he was dealing with.

He entwined his fingers and tented his thumbs. “The earl heeds my council on all matters, particularly those involving demonic spirits. Plead before me, as you would him.”

Jonah swallowed, collecting himself before beginning once more. “I beg you to let me leave.”

“What of the earl’s missing daughter?”

Genuine bewilderment formed on his face. “His daughter is missing?”

Sabaste nodded.

“I knew nothing of this. They…didn’t tell me anything.”

Of course not, the buffoons.

“So I’ve been brought here to give aid?”

The priest leaned back his head to look down his nose at the man. “Can you find her?”

“Yes.”

His lack of hesitation made Sabaste’s brow twitch.

“He can—or he can tell you what’s become of her.”

“‘He’ being your demon?”

The man pursed his lips and nodded. “And then I may go free? Once I’ve assisted you, I can return to the moors?”

“I’ll make a determination on the matter after you produce the girl.”

“I won’t help you unless you promise to set me free.”

The bluff made Sabaste grin. “I promise you absolutely nothing. And you will help us. You’d be wise not to test me.”

Jonah bowed his head, both angry and resigned. The priest most enjoyed the anger, since it heralded an enticing conflict. Were he too complaint Sabaste would get bored.

Proceed slowly, cautiously, estimate him fully before deciding which move to make. He was so rarely at a disadvantage with his adversaries. For the first time he knew nothing of his opponent’s powers.

The priest waited half a minute before moving, to be sure the man had yielded to his control. Then he rose and tipped his chin at him.

“Come. You may cleanse yourself of this mud in my quarters. I’ll find you a fresh set of clothes.”

The soulful eyes looked upwards, absorbing the grain of kindness like succor. He climbed to his feet, still huddling his arms around his body, and followed Sabaste out.

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