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thenightling · 9 months

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Over the Garden Wall (Fit for three Holidays)

I am posting this as an argument in favor of Over the Garden Wall being a holiday special fit for Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. There will be mild spoilers. Over The Garden Wall is an animated fantasy mini-series about two boys lost in a strange forest called The Unknown. It is very similar to Alice's Adventures in Wonderland or The Wizard of Oz but it has a very autumnal feel to it. All the visuals are based on vintage Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas postcards. Though the story can be very surreal and spooky it is also sweet and wholesome and has a happy ending for the boys and all those they interacted with in The Unknown. Now here's why I feel Over the Garden Wall is fit for three holidays (Possibly four) despite the obvious fact that all the visuals are based on vintage Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas Postcards. ___________________________________ First the Halloween content. The mini-series (which is roughly movie length) is divided into ten episodes or ten "chapters." Halloween parts: Episode 2 deals with a harvest on November 1st. Día de los Muertos or Day of the Dead. You don't learn that this is set on November 1st until later but the visuals are there. There skeletons dressing up in early twentieth century style Jack-o-lanterns and vegetable (mostly pumpkin) bodies to hide their bones. And they are being lead by a mysterious entity called Enoch (later shown to be a talking black cat). This is the most Halloween (or Day of the Dead) content you get until episode 9. Into the Unknown.

In episode 9 you learn that the boys' adventure actually started on Halloween night. And that it was Halloween candy Gregory had in his pockets in chapter 1. I only did not mention the candy before because in the context of the mini-series you don't learn it was Halloween candy until chapter 9.

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Thanksgiving Parts: First, Over the Garden Wall originally aired in November. In fact the phases of the moon through the mini-series matched the phases of the moon through the month of November in 2014, when Over the Garden Wall first aired. In chapter 2 you see some giant turkeys just roaming around. And later pulling a pumpkin cart being driven by Enoch The Cat.

In episode 3 Greg makes up the song "Potatoes and Molasses" which is mostly about how good mashed potatoes are when topped with molasses. This seems like an odd combination but the surreal setting is partly that of imagination and this could be how thanksgiving mashed potatoes with dark gravy looked to Greg.

The song was a homage to Shirley Temple's "Animal Crackers in my Soup." And the visual of the happy animals eating came from old Thanksgiving postcards among other things. You will also notice the fine Thanksgiving style food at at the inn in Chapter 4. In this chapter most of the characters are dressed like eighteenth century American colonists with some medieval European overtones. Admittedly colonial America often seemed like medieval Europe from an historical behavior perspective. In chapter 5, the banquet Quincey Endicott has laid out for the boys very much resembles a Thanksgiving supper.

In Chapter 7, we meet Lorna and Auntie Whispers, who are dressed in Puritan woman's clothing or Pilgrim woman's clothing inspired by traditional American Thanksgiving decorations. They even speak like seventeenth century colonists.

_____________________________ Christmas: First we have the antagonist known as The Beast, singing his song "Come Wayward Souls" which (creepily) is to the melody of O' Holy Night. Chapter 8 is entirely a homage to 1930s cartoons and makes subtle references to some old holiday animated shorts. The cherubs in Gregory's dream world were directly from vintage Christmas cards. The beautiful and atmospherically cold, wintery, scenes in chapter 10 are based on vintage Christmas postcards.

The original plan for the mini-series was that the boys would return to the "real world" on Christmas, but at the last second it was changed so that it seems they woke up on what was still Halloween night. I actually think it would have been better if they had woken up at Christmas. The only tell-tale sign that it is still Halloween is their friends are still in costume. If they had changed that one detail I would say it is Christmas. ______________________________________________ There. It's for these reasons that I feel that Over The Garden Wall is fit for all three holidays, though I'd personally watch it any time of year.

#Over the Garden Wall #OTGW

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aquoteamusetheword · 2 years

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Memorial Service 2014

You cannot impart what you do not possess.

~ Howard Hendricks

A Facebook memory prompted me to share this post from 2014.

I love this service every year. Thanksgiving this year really made me think about all of these people. So, I wanted to share my favorite memory of each one.

Mark Olson - Just lost this friend to cancer. He showed me how to live with true faith, without complaining about anything or anybody ever. He was a great man and a true inspiration.

Lorene Thompson - I remember her waking me up in the middle of the night to eat crackers and milk. She sewed curtains, collected dolls and was such a great cook (who kept filling your plate). I could do no wrong in her eyes (and I did a lot of wrong).

JW Thompson - He was a minister, He loved books, he was always a kid at heart, and man did we love watching Alabama football together (on TV or at the games).

Jewell Burgett - It seems like we put hundreds of puzzles together. She loved to read. She could quilt, can, fish, she could not cook (being real here). She would have made a great frontier woman. I could do no wrong in her eyes (see a trend here).

Hoyt Burgett - He taught me so many life lessons in our too short time together. Here are the big three:

1. Stuff does not make you happy. God and relationships fulfill you and that makes you happy.

2. Treat everyone (I mean EVERYONE) the same, with dignity and respect.

3. If you don't have anything nice to say, then do not miss a perfect opportunity to shut up. (Working on this one).

I could do wrong in his eyes and he spanked me...

Frank Dutton - No matter what Leigh and I went through he loved me, gave me advice and always encouraged me. He embodied the grace of Christ. I wish I could bend his ear now, one day...

Jane Dutton - Sorry I never knew Jane. But I do see the love she planted into the hearts of three people I love very much. The impact she had on Leigh, Lara and Jo has an impact on me, and for that I am thankful.

Never discount sitting down and jotting down the memories of the ones you love. It is one of way we heal.

Happy Thanksgiving & Merry Christmas

Philippians 1:3, 1 Corinthians 1:4, Numbers 6:24-26

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oh-mother-of-darkness · 4 years

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Hello. I am, as you know, an American. I turned eighteen in 2014, voted in my first presidential election in 2016, and voted in my second presidential election last week via early voting in the state of Texas.

I’m reflecting right now on the difference between those experiences. This is going to be a very self-indulgent essay.

The 2016 election was in my third and final year of undergrad at Texas A&M University. At the time, I was living with a roommate who grew up in a town of 2,000, all of them members of her church. I loved her very much, but she was the most sheltered person I’ve ever met.

I was only a few years ahead of her. My home growing up was deeply liberal about many of the things that counted, but deeply conservative on equally important things. For me, leaving for college was a radicalization speed-run.

I, a good Memphis girl, moved to Texas and encountered for the first time in my life white homogeny and everything that comes with it. I made most of my friends at A&M through a Christian orientation camp that I attended, then worked at. I went to school at a history department that was overwhelmingly male and war-obsessed.

My second semester, I was randomly sorted into a writing seminar on the American Civil War and Reconstruction. There were eight other students in that class, all of them Texans. By day two I had gotten into a open fight with one of my classmates after he used the phrases “one of the humane parts of slavery” and “the secession declarations are moving and beautiful appeals, if you read them,” and “well I’m not going to criticize my own state.”

We got into at least one yelling match per week from that point forward. It was a formative experience for me-- not just him but the seven other students that took his side every time because they just couldn’t conceptualize anything outside of their own experiences, and frankly, I couldn’t either.

It rocked my world to be surrounded by people who told me, among other things, that their high schools flew the Confederate battle flag or Lee was their all time role-model (because he actually didn’t want to secede! He didn’t believe in it, but Virginia did, so he put his own qualms aside and served his country, and that’s what we all have to do). I ran a survey once by knocking on every door in a dorm hall and asking the two people inside why the Civil War happened.

I feel like you can guess the most common answer I got. Only two said slavery. Six didn’t know what the Civil War was.

The last week of the semester, my class read a collection of recorded oral accounts of freed slaves during Reconstruction. My nemesis told me that he “didn’t realize black people actually had it bad.” At the same time, I was struggling with my sexuality, my relationship to my religion, my relationship with my parents, and a handful of newly-diagnosed but long-existing mental illnesses. I wasn’t having fun.

Over the next three years, I tried my hardest to humanize the people that said disgusting things about minorities, poverty, and me personally. I barely won on that one, and I’m actually really proud that I did, even if it took me a few years. I can trace the biggest change in me directly to my nemesis from the history department, the kid that made me so mad that I started arguing back. I was too scared to do that before.

By 2016, I was in full existential spin-out-- a very suddenly liberal kid fighting my whole family, all of my classmates, and most of my friends in an explosive political climate, the first I had ever participated in.

I voted by Tennessee absentee ballot in 2016. On election night, I ordered takeout for me and my roommate, who I knew had voted red. Confident, like pretty much everybody, that Clinton would win, I was trying to show her that I didn’t hate her. She went to bed after dinner, also so certain that Clinton would win that she didn’t bother to stay up.

I sat in front of my laptop sewing a birthday present for a friend (Kenza, actually), while the votes came in. I wasn’t super alarmed when the map turned red. I just figured the blue states hadn’t finished counting yet.

The map didn’t get any bluer. By 1am, I knew what was about to happen. They called it an hour later, while I was sobbing on my floor. I threw up in the bathroom out of pure anxiety. I got two anonymous messages telling me the asker was going to commit suicide. Neither of them responded to my replies. I don’t actually know what happened to them.

I remember riding the bus to class the next morning and distinctly seeing that most of the racial minorities there had swollen eyes from crying. The girl with the pride stickers all over her laptop didn’t show up that day, and I’m kind of glad she didn’t, considering the way some of our classmates in the back were loudly talking about “the gays.” Hope she’s okay.

My roommate came home completely unaware that Clinton lost. I was crying in my room when that happened. I remember showing her a demographic map of who voted which way. She got visibly upset when she figured out what races how. I think she really did feel guilty.

That Thanksgiving, one of my cousins tweeted, “I can’t wait to go argue with my liberal cousin today. The wins. Keep. Coming,” an hour before he walked into my house. Inauguration day was January 20, 2017. I decided to go to law school a week later, the day the president signed the Muslim ban. That’s when I figured out for the first time just how much power the courts have. The last three years have only enforced that.

I got angrier and angrier during law school, egged on by a few friends but more than anything just... finally conscious of exactly how the American system works and exactly who’s behind it. I still live in Texas, farther west now, and I’m working my first legal job. I’m going to be a licensed attorney next week.

I went back and forth for months about how this election was going to shake out. I knew there wasn’t going to be an overwhelming red majority this time, but my big fear was an election close enough that the Supreme Court could take it. That fear doubled last month, at RBG’s death.

I was hoping for a blue enough victory on election night that there wouldn’t be a week of uncertainty, but that was unlikely, and it didn’t happen. I obsessively refreshed my election map all of Wednesday and Thursday, aware that at least some states would flip after mail-in ballots came in, but unsure which would.

Again, my great fear was a blue victory held down by only one state. Given (I would say “any” chance here, but I don’t mean “any” chance because genuinely jurisdiction or facts or legal merit don’t matter to the Supreme Court) an opportunity to make one (1) decision that hands over a red election, please know that a conservative supermajority would take it. I cannot emphasize enough how true that is and how important it is for all of us to grasp that.

Watching Georgia flip was one of the best experiences of my life, and it’s a little hard for me to articulate why, but I’m going to give it a shot here. I’m southern. I’m from the South, and for this conversation it’s really important that I’m from Memphis, a black city and a center of black music and culture.

When people think about the South, they think of the white South, and on some level, they should. It is absolutely essential to understand the white South in order to understand American history. Let me be 100% clear here. That is not a good thing. American majority history is not good. We are not a good country.

It’s near-impossible to understand why that’s true without knowing exactly what happened in the white South and exactly what is still happening there now. With that, however, is another truth that most folks don’t get.

The SouthTM is white and needs to die. The South as it actually exists is partially white yes, but it is also everyone else that lives here, particularly black folks. Southern culture is black, not white. Georgia flipped because the people that have always, always been there finally got to crack apart the conservative machine holding the South hostage.

That’s amazing. It’s fucking mind-blowing. I watched it happen at 3:30 in the morning days after Election Day, and holy shit holy shit, Georgia flipped. Atlanta won. Holy fucking shit.

I would be terrified right now if only Georgia flipped, because SCOTUS would have found a way to throw out a few thousand votes. Inevitable. Absolutely certain on that one.

With a few states of buffer, I don’t think that’s going to happen. I really do think it’s over.

I came home after work on Friday and immediately went to sleep because I hadn’t really done that since Tuesday. I woke up at noon today, checked the map, checked my messages, and saw what happened while I was gone. After that, I went back to bed until 5:30pm. I’m really just getting up now, after most of 24 hours asleep.

I don’t know if I would say that I’m happy right now, but I am overwhelmingly relieved. I’m under no illusions that a Biden victory will solve everything, but I also do think this is a real thing to celebrate. I’ll take suggestions on how to celebrate right now, actually, since I’m finally awake.

I’ll be angry forever, I think, but this is a good thing, and I’d like to enjoy it. If you’re happy right now, hey, tell me about it. I’ll be thrilled with you. I want to hear it. Congrats to all of us. Love y’all.

#that's me rambling thanks and gig em #there are some things to tag here huh #uspol #politics #suicide #this would be a good time to remind everybody that i am white #so take that into account re: Georgia #personal i guess #not comics sorry

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theycallmebeccawrites · 4 years

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Chris & Ellie Series: Episode 24

Hello loves! Hope you guys are having a good day and, if not, hopefully this gives you something to smile about. (You guys might actually like me after reading this episode 😉.)

Anyway, I was going to wait and queue this up to post later this afternoon... but I’ve decided to just post it. There is no point in making you guys wait when it’s already on AO3 and Wattpad (which, by the way, always get the updates first because of how I do my formatting).

To my fellow USA people, Happy Early Thanksgiving.

xoBeccaxo

Pairing: Chris Evans x Ellie Spencer (OFC)

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: minor language

Episode Summary: This episode takes place in November 2014 and features Chris's mom finally finding out what happened between Chris and Ellie.

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

This episode can also be read on AO3.

The Chris and Ellie series is primarily chronological. It begins with a flash forward to 2016 and has a few other scenes in the future. However, the majority of their story is told in chronological order starting in 2013 and going through 2017. Each episode starts with a date to help you place it within the story.

The Chris & Ellie Series Masterlist | Chris & Ellie Masterlist

Episode 23.5

Episode 24: The One Where Momma Evans Gets Involved

November 25, 2014

Lisa Evans was sorting through her mail when she found a greeting card sized envelope with her name and address handwritten on it. Not recognizing the return address from California, she almost threw it away, assuming it would be an invitation for her in hopes that she'd bring Chris along, but something stopped her.

Turning the envelope over, she saw the company's slogan on the back flap.

"Sharing the gift of reading with kids since 2008."

Heartstrings successfully strung, Lisa opened the envelope and pulled out the card inside. The front had a collage of photos from kids receiving books to volunteers sorting through boxes of books. Written at the bottom was "Thank You for Your Donation".

Eyebrows raised, Lisa turned to the inside of the card and found a folded note along with what was clearly a mass produced thank you card they sent to their donors. Putting the card down on the table, she opened the folded-up piece of paper, finding a handwritten note from the founder and director of the charity. In the letter, the woman expressed her gratitude for Lisa's multiple donations. Explaining that, thanks to her donations alone, they'd been able to buy more books than they'd planned for the year and, therefore, were able to gift even more kids with books.

Lisa was trying to make sense of the whole situation when Scott came into the kitchen. He had arrived on Sunday from Los Angeles to spend Thanksgiving with the family.

"Hey, ma," he greeted, then paused, seeing her confused expression. "What's up?"

"Are you familiar with this charity?" she asked, pushing the card towards him.

Picking it up, Scott saw the pictures and then his eyes caught the wording at the bottom. Specifically, the "donation" part. He didn't know for sure, but he had a feeling that this was the charity Ellie had told her sisters about on her birthday.

If Lisa hadn't been watching his face, she would have missed the telltale signs of her youngest son trying to think quickly. He glanced at her and tried to mask his expressions, but she was on to him.

"What do you know?" she asked him, calmly but in her best mom voice.

Scott squirmed uncomfortably under her gaze for thirty seconds before he caved. "Ellie made the donations," he told her. "She didn't feel comfortable accepting your money. Not after -"

The sound of heavy footsteps on the stairs made Scott stop talking. Having grown up in the house and around his family members, he could tell the difference between his sisters and his brother coming down the stairs and that was Chris.

Chris appeared in the doorway, a couple seconds later, and froze when Lisa shifted her "mom look" to him. "I didn't do it," he said, automatically.

"Ok, the two of you sit down," Lisa said, shaking her head. "We're going to have a little talk."

"What's going on?" Chris muttered to his brother as they sat down at the dining table.

"Scott was just getting ready to tell me," Lisa answered before Scott had the chance to. "But before I let him finish explaining. I got this in the mail today." She plucked the thank you card out of Scott's hand and handed it and the handwritten letter to Chris.

While he read both, she watched his expression. He looked surprised but pleased. He hadn't known about the donations then, she deduced. Glancing at Scott, she found him unable to sit still. He knew something.

"Seems like a good cause," Chris said, once he had finished reading. "I didn't realize you had made a donation, though."

"That's because I didn't make the donations," Lisa told him. "But Scott told me that Ellie did."

A flash of surprise or maybe shock shot across Chris's face and then he looked at Scott, but Scott avoided his eyes.

Lisa's eyes caught every second of it. She had suspected something wasn't right when Chris came home from filming the new Avengers movie. Then she had noticed the way he and Scott, usually the best of friends, seemed awkward around each other the last couple days. She had figured they'd had an argument or something, but now she had a feeling it went deeper than that.

"What is going on?" she asked her sons. When neither of them spoke up, she sighed. "Alright, fine, I'll tell you what I think is going on."

Pointing at Chris, she said, "You have spent the last six weeks moping around this house like a wounded puppy." He opened his mouth to argue, but she silenced him with a look. "And you and Scott have barely said a word to each other since he has been home. Then this shows up and when I asked Scott about it, he said that Ellie didn't feel comfortable accepting my money."

From the corner of her eye, she saw Scott staring down at the table in front of him. But her eyes were trained on Chris. Her oldest son was normally able to mask his feelings, but that resolve was cracking.

"So here's what I think happened," she said, her tone softening. "I think you and Ellie were seeing each other earlier this year. I don't need or want the full details or even a definition of what you were or weren't. That is between the two of you. And don't lie to me, I saw the two of you with my own eyes. It was obvious."

She saw Chris's jaw tighten and he crossed his arms as she spoke. He was preparing himself for a fight.

"But I think something happened, something went sour between the two of you," she theorized. "Something that made Ellie uncomfortable accepting the money I was paying her and ultimately led to her moving out of the house and eventually quitting." Knowing Chris wouldn't answer her question, she looked at Scott, "Am I on the right track?"

Scott glanced at Chris then at her before giving a subtle nod.

"It doesn't matter if you're on the right track, ma," Chris stated, his voice thick with the emotion he was trying to keep back. "She's moved on. It's over."

"Ellie hasn't moved on," Scott cut in before his mom could say anything.

"You don't have to lie for your friend," Chris snapped, defensively. "I was there. I saw it with my own damn eyes."

"Your own damn eyes -" Scott started, but stopped when he caught his mom's look.

"What did you see?" she asked Chris. "When?"

"It was in July, after you told me Ellie was moving out," he told his mom. "I went to the house. She was with another guy. They were hugging and shit in front of the moving trailer."

As Chris spoke, Lisa shifted her gaze to Scott and watched as he reacted to his brother's words. He went from confused to rolling his eyes by the end. Before she had a chance to say anything, Scott exclaimed, "That was Pierre, you dumb ass!"

"Pierre?" Chris repeated. "Pierre, who?"

"My friend Pierre who has been to your house like a million times," Scott retorted, throwing his hands up. "Pierre who only dates guys and therefore has no interest in Ellie."

Chris's heated expression faded quickly into one of confusion. "Why was he helping her? Where were you?"

"I was at a job," Scott replied, his voice dropping to a calmer tone. "If you had texted me, I would have fucking told you what was going on."

"So you're saying that she hasn't moved on? She isn't dating anyone?" Chris asked, ignoring his brother's jab.

"No, she's single," Scott replied. "She's been trying to get over you. She moved out because it hurt to be in the house with all the memories."

"Excuse me," Chris said, suddenly pushing back his chair. He left the room and they soon heard his footsteps pounding up the stairs.

Lisa stared after him for a moment before another thought crossed her mind. Turning to Scott, she asked, "Is Ellie ok?"

"She will be," Scott said with a small shrug. "I don't know the full story because neither of them wanted to make me hate the other. But it didn't end well between them… and I got caught up in the worst part of the breakup."

Lisa listened while Scott told her about the text he'd received from Chris asking if Ellie was ok. She saw the hurt flicker across his face when he described the conversation that had followed between him and Ellie. By the time he had finished telling her, they were both in tears.

Her heart ached for both her son and for Ellie, her friend. Needing to hug someone, she stood up and walked around the table and wrapped her youngest son in a hug.

"I'm so thankful Ellie had you with her," she told him. "You've been a good friend to her."

"She's become one of my best friends," he replied, sniffling. "And she and Chris... Mom... They're perfect for each other. But I don't know what happened. I couldn't fix it."

"You did your best," she assured him. "Don't worry about Chris, I'll talk to him."

Lisa waited until after dinner and after everyone else had settled for the night before she carried a tray up to Chris's room since he had skipped dinner. She knocked on the door to his room, not sure if he would answer or not.

"I brought you a couple sandwiches," she said, when he opened the door.

"Thanks," Chris replied, stepping back. He gestured for her to come in and then closed the door.

"How are you doing?" she asked him as she sat down on the chair that matched the desk in his room.

Chris shrugged his shoulders from the spot he'd taken on the bed. Then he picked up one of the sandwiches and took a bite. It was only as he started to chew that he realized how hungry he was.

"Sorry I missed dinner," he mumbled.

"It was a tough afternoon," she said, shrugging off his apology. She wanted him to tell her what had happened, but Chris only spoke when he was ready to speak. The fact that he had even let her into the room was a sign that he was almost there.

It wasn't until he'd finished the second sandwich that he started to talk.

"We were just friends until the night the Sox won the series," he said, his tone a mix of remorse and longing. "I kissed her at Fenway after the last out."

"Is that why she hid in her room the next day?" Lisa asked with a smile. Looking back at it now, Ellie had seemed flighty the next day.

Chris nodded his head. "She didn't want to risk messing up our friendship," he explained then sighed. "Turns out she might have been right about that."

"How so?" Lisa asked, relaxing into her chair.

Talking about it was the last thing Chris wanted to do. What if scenarios had been running rampant through his brain in the hours since Scott's revelation. He was mentally and physically exhausted. All he wanted to do was go to sleep. But as he stared at his mom, that child within him begged to spill his guts and beg her to help him fix it.

He opened his mouth to suggest they talk it over in the morning. But those words weren't what came out. Instead, he found himself pouring his heart, his pain, everything out to his mom as she listened to every word.

By the time he finished talking, they both had tears running down their faces and it was nearly midnight. His throat was raw from emotion and dry from all the talking. At some point, his mom had moved from the chair to the edge of his bed and when he'd finished, she had pulled him into a hug, making him cry more as she soothed him.

It was after midnight when she left his room and as he laid in his childhood bed, staring up at the silly glow in the dark stars that no one had bothered to remove since, he felt an inkling of hope spark in the depths of his broken heart.

Ellie hadn't moved on.

Episode 24.5

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barbasbodaciousbeard · 3 years

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Four Valentine’s

Summary: Just a little summary of the four Valentine’s Days through my If You Love Someone, Let Them Go story. Pairings: Sonny Carisi x Original Character

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A/N: A little thing I wanted to do for Valentine’s and am pretty pleased with.

Valentine’s Day 2013

“Have a good day at work,” Victoria said softly as Sonny left, balancing coffee and not stopping to kiss her. She’d noticed he didn’t kiss her a lot recently, especially as she’d noticed he wasn’t sleeping, her husband suddenly developing deeper bags and deepening lines from furrowing his brow. He was only twenty-six.

“You too,” he said, fumbling with the door.

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

And in a flurry, he was gone. They’d been married six years now, and sometimes it scared her how little he’d taken to telling her about his inner machinations. Her Sonny had always been softer than he wanted to let on; he was the one more likely to cry while they watched a rom com, and he was certainly always the one to remember Valentine’s Day. Victoria had reminded him she made reservations, reminded him what was coming up. He still left without acknowledging it, so she was sure to send him a text to remind him.

That was why she was so upset when he texted her, once she’d been in the restaurant forty-five minutes, to say he wouldn’t make it from work in time. She felt her cheeks burning as she tried not to cry, paying for her drinks and taking an uber back home. It would have been one thing if he’d let her know when he realized, but at this point it was almost two and a half hours after he’d have left. He knew in enough time to save her the effort. If he didn’t, he’d forgotten. She’d gotten a bound book of boudoir photos done, which she put where she knew he’d find it. The lingerie under her dress was shed and shoved into the back of her closet as she changed into sweats and curled up in bed to cry.

“I got one hot wife, huh?” Sonny hummed as he came into their room a couple of hours later with the photos in hand.

“Fuck you, Dominick.” Victoria could almost hear him freeze in the doorway. Sonny bounced on the balls of his feet as he tried to figure what to say.

“Tor, it was work.”

“And I know you knew before you texted me.”

“I wasn’t by my phone, baby.” He knew the excuse was thin, but he didn’t know how to tell her it had been a woman killed by her husband. That he’d been abusing her. That could taint his sweet Victoria. But then again, she’d tried so hard. Gotten him a whole photo shoot, planned dinner, made him breakfast. If he’d wished her a happy valentine’s, he’d done it so quietly or so haphazardly she didn’t notice, and he felt sure she would have.

“You haven’t acknowledged what day it is at any point. Didn’t kiss me goodbye. But that’s normal huh?”

“I told you happy valentine’s!” His brow furrowed, looking down at her. “I had to have. Before we even got up.”

“You didn’t.”

“Tor, I’m sorry. C’mere,” he said, slipping into the bed as the album was set aside. His arms slipped around her waist and he pressed kisses to the side of her neck. “You know I love you. You’re my Valentine forever.”

“Yeah,” she muttered, head falling back against his shoulder. “I love you too.”

Valentine’s Day 2014

“You’re sure you don’t mind working the whole of Valentine’s Day?” Margy asked again.

“What else am I going to do?” Victoria asked, sliding another tray into the display. “It’s our busiest day. You came to help ice everything. Go on vacation with your beau. I’m separated and being here could keep me way busier.”

“Are you going to reach out to him?”

“I’m tired of being the one trying.”

“That’s fair. I just know you miss him.”

“Stop,” Victoria said firmly, wiping her eyes. “It’s hard enough. I miss him. I know. But, he left before I woke up. That tells me what I need to know.”

“You’re both ridiculous. You need to lay it out for him. He misses you. I’m sure.”

“Why do you know?”

“That,” she said plainly, tilting her head to the flower delivery person knocking on the locked door. “Michael gave me flowers at home.”

“Doesn’t mean they’re from Sonny. Or even for me, okay?” Margy shrugged, going to the door as she realized Victoria had no intention to. She thanked them, taking a little look at the card. In messy, loopy letters was Victoria’s name.

“Well, they are for you. And it says vita mia under it.”

“It does?” she asked, sucking in a breath. Her face got hot, and it suddenly felt as though all the air had left the building. She was far too hot, taking the bouquet and pulling the card from the envelope. The flowers were her favorite shade of pink, with scabiosas, carnations, and roses all arranged perfectly.

Tor, Happy Valentine's Day. I told you always, and I meant it. All my love, forever. Sonny

“It’s him, isn’t it?” Victoria nodded, smiling softly as she let her fingers run over the blossoms. Tears fell, but Margy knew better than to ask questions. Instead, she slid Victoria a napkin. They were settled on the counter where she could see them soon enough, and Victoria sent him a single text before putting her phone away.

Thank you, Dom.

Valentine’s Day 2015

“Tori, there’s some weird guy here,” Bradley called back to where Victoria was icing messages into sugar cookies made to look like candy hearts. She came out, royal icing on her cheek and apron messy with flour.

“Who’s the weird- Sonny?” She suddenly felt painfully shy. At Thanksgiving, they’d realized it was just a matter of him working on feeling safe to share. It meant she always felt bashful when she thought of him, and now he was in her bakery on Valentine’s day with an awkward grin and a bouquet of flowers.

“Hey Tor,” he said, blush creeping up his neck. “I wanted to bring you flowers.”

“Thanks,” she murmured, wiping her hands on her apron covered thighs and taking them gladly. After a beat, she pressed a kiss to his cheek, and Victoria could feel Margy and Bradley’s eyes on the back of her head. Better than that though, she could see the corners of Sonny’s eyes crinkle as he smiled.

“You’re my Valentine. Forever. I love you, vita mia. Always.”

“And you’re mine. We’re going to be okay, cher.”

“I know. I’ve always known,” he said, taking the free hand she held out. “I gotta go meet the squad. Bella wants to have lunch about somethin’. I’ll talk to you soon?”

“Soon,” she nodded, though they both knew it would be the next time their paths crossed. Victoria didn’t move until she saw his frame disappear, putting the flowers into water happily.

“I didn’t know you were married,” Bradley stage whispered.

“It’s complicated. I told you not to mention it,” Margy scolded, pinching his side.

“It’s complicated, but I am married. He’s a good man. We’re figuring it out.”

“He looks at you all dopy.”

“She looks at him all dopy too.”

“We’re dopy! Happens when you’ve been together since you were teenagers.”

Valentine’s Day 2016

“Victoria,” Sonny sang softly, hair mussed and clad in an NYPD t-shirt and sweats as he sat beside her and shook her shoulder gently.

“Sleepy,” she whined, face nuzzling into the side of his thigh.

“It’s Valentine’s Day. I got surprises.” She cracked her eye open, looking up at him with a grin as she stretched.

“Baby, we did dinner and everything last night. I’m outta red lace.”

“Oh, I know we did that part.” A soft kiss over a light mark on her shoulder. “I still wanted to do something for you before we babysit.”

“You’re so good to me,” she whispered. He helped her up, and she found a bowl of shrimp and grits on the table in front of a bouquet of red roses. A broad smile spread across her face as she kissed him. “They’re beautiful. And Sonny, you made this?”

“I dug up your recipe. I hope I did it good. I know it’s your favorite. Thought it’d be a good pre-mass breakfast.” She stayed close to his side as they ate, groaning. He’d made her grandmother’s recipe perfectly, and it was nice to be able to have a slow morning with him. Sonny felt content like he hadn’t the last three years. He liked to celebrate love, but it wasn’t the same as getting to celebrate each other with his wife. When they dressed for mass, he dug out the tie that matched her pretty blue dress, holding her closer as they walked to church.

“Happy Valentine’s, vita mia.”

“Happy Valentine’s, cher.”

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lovingthereign25 · 4 years

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Never say Goodbye

Chapter 4

I knew I had to go back to my parents house, but I couldn't face everyone, and there was no way I was gonna let Joe and his new girlfriend see me breaking down.

So I walked around a while. I needed to clear my head. I decided to go to our spot... except for the fact that it isn't our spot anymore since there isn't an "us" or "our" anymore. I sat on a rock for a minute just thinking how something so perfect could go so wrong. All those love songs gave me such an unrealistic belief on love, it totally sucked in reality.

"You still come out here?" I snap around seeing Joe

"Y-yeah, it's quiet and good place to think" I say jumping down from the rock

"How's school?.. heard you got into a top one in Boston?" He says

"Yea..it's going good" I say turning to walk away

"Y/n, stop let's talk for a minute...catch up" he says

"I can't..I really got to go early flight tomorrow" I say

"You're leaving already?" He asks

"Yea, bye Joe" I say

*6 months later*

I was flying home, the first time I've been home since Thanksgiving. But I wasn't alone. I had started dating an amazing guy named Derek. Derek was incredible, he was funny, smart, caring, I was head over heels for him and to be honest I haven't even thought about Joe in months.

My parents were having a huge memorial day cookout so I decided now was the perfect time to have them meet Derek.

We get to my parents house and I'm greeted by my sister and Josh. Josh and Derek hitting it off straight away.

" Now that you're here I can show you this." My sister smiles raising her left hand to my face flaunting a gorgeous diamond ring

"Oh my God..no way... you're engaged!" I smiled"

"Yes"

As I hugged my sister I heard familiar voice that of Patricia

"Y/n, sweetheart it's so good to see you!' she smiles hugging me tight.

"I'm good. How are you?" I say

"Good, and who might this be?" She asks looking at Derek.

"This is my boyfriend Derek, Derek this is my second mother Patricia.

"Nice to meet you Miss Patricia" he smiles, shaking her hand.

We finally made it to the back yard and I introduced Derek to everyone. They all loved Derek, especially my father, which I think was because Derek was going to school for criminal justice..he wanted to work for the FBI.

I was in the pool with Derek and a few relatives and friends having a good time. I wrap my arms around Derek, when I hear his voice. Joe was here .

His eyes met mine as soon as he got into the backyard, my arms tightened around Derek, who now was the target of Joe's stare.

I tried to avoid Joe at all costs, until I couldn't I was in the kitchen grabbing drinks for Derek and I when he stopped me

"Hey, longtime no see" he smiles

"Hi" I say trying to get passed him

"What you got a new boyfriend and can't talk to me now" he says grabbing my arm

"Joe, Don't I'm happy. Finally. You moved on for fucks sake you're about to be a dad any day now….please just leave me be" I say.

Just as Joe let go of my arm Derek came in

"Everything okay?" He asked

"Yeah, just asked Joe to open the door " I smiled.

Just as we were about to leave the kitchen Joe stops Derek

"Take care of her man, she's a good one" he says

"I know, and believe me I will," Derek says shaking his hand.

*18months later*

I wake up from an incredible Valentine's day with Derek, the sun shining through our bedroom window, I reach for my phone when I notice a ring on my finger not just any ring.. an engagement ring and oh my was it beautiful.

"Derek?,Derek what's going on?" I ask heading down to the kitchen where my boyfriend was making breakfast.

" I know you don't believe in fairy tales. But, if you did, I'd want to be your knight in shining armor. You've been through so much. I don't want to see you hurt anymore. I don't want you to worry about anything. You just wake up in the morning, that's all you have to do and I'll take it from there. There's one condition. You have to be my wife."

I was speechless and sobbing.

"Baby you have to give me an answer ….I'm dying here" he laughs

"Yes, yes Derek.. I'll be your wife! I smile kissing him

"And see? And that... that... That smile. Y/n, when you smile like that, my world... It's all right.I am in love with you." He smiles. I couldn't explain how happy I was but at the exact moment I told Derek I'd be his wife Joe's face popped into my head.

*4months*

Today was my and Derek's engagement party, my sisters and mom went all out as did Derek's mom and sisters. My mom had invited everyone we knew..which included almost all of Joe's family. Which was obvious being that Josh and my youngest sister Lyndsey were married now.

Joe sat at a table with Josh and Jon having drinks. His eyes never left me once since the moment he arrived with Galina and their daughter.

"One more sister left, might wanna snatch her up bro!" Josh jokes with Jon "We always said we were gonna marry sisters"

"Damn we sure did, didn't we" Jon laughs

" I just can't believe Y/n is marrying him" Joe says

"Well Derek's a really good dude, treats Y/n well and she's happy" Josh says

""Why you mad uce, you have a whole family" Jon laughs

"I just think she can do better" Joe shrugs

"And by better you mean you?" Josh asks

"Yeah, we were supposed to be together, this should be our party" he says

"You had your chance uce, you fucked it up, deal with it" Josh says getting up

"Whose side are you on here?'' Joe asks

"Y/n's" Josh says walking away.

Derek was off talking to my dad which I loved, I loved their bond, I was sitting on the front porch swing when I hear a familiar voice

"I guess I should probably say Congratulations" He says

"Thank you" I smile

"Y/n, are you sure you want to get married?" Joe asks sitting beside me

"Yes" I say

"Look I still love you, I think I'll always love you, and I know you still love me, so if you're doing this just to get back at me for getting Galina pregnant, Y/n it's working. Seeing you with him drives me nuts" he says

"Joe, I love Derek, I'm not in love with you anymore, I'm happy and I'm getting married. Please just be happy for me" I say

"Y/n, we belong together, you know that" he says

"Joe, we don't. You have a family, a girlfriend, a baby girl and I have Derek. " I say getting up "I love him Joe, and I'm going to spend the rest of my life with him".

*2014*

It's crazy how fast life passes. One day you're 21 planning your wedding and the next day it's 7 years later you're married and expecting your first child. So here I was sitting in my husband's office waiting for him to get back from talking to someone so I can tell him the news.

"There's my queen" Derek smiles entering the room greeting me with a kiss

"Hi,my love" I whisper back

"What brings you all the way down here, can't be missing me already I just left last night" he smiles joking about his long hours

"One: I miss you as soon as you walk out our front door, and two: no I came down to tell you something important" I say

"Important huh?, What's so important?" He asks, flashing me his perfect smile.

"I'm pregnant" I smile

"No way, are you serious?" He asks jumping off the corner of his next bringing me into his arms

"Yeah" I say

"Baby, I'm so happy we wanted this for so long" he whispers into my hair as the door to his office opens his partner Kevin coming in

"You guys good? Everything okay?" He asks

"Yeah, I'm just gonna be a Dad" Derek smiles

"For real? , Finally. I'm happy for you guys!,but unfortunately we got a case we need to get on" Kevin says

"Okay, baby I'll see you at home, go solve this case, be safe and come home to us" I say kissing him

"I will. I love you. Both of you" he smiles leaning down to kiss my stomach.

As soon as I got home I called Lyndsey since we were the closest.

"Hey favorite sister" she answered

"Hi boo-boo, I have something to tell you" I say

"Oh no, I don't wanna know you're always giving me bad news" she laughs

"Oh you'll wanna hear this.. I swear" I smile

"Fine, hang on I'm gonna put you on speaker Josh is here we having a pool day" she says "okay go"

"Are you sitting down?" I ask

"Yes" Josh and her answer in unison

"I'm pregnant" I shriek

*On the other end*

"I'm pregnant," Joe heard through the phone as he walked into Josh's backyard with Jojo and Galina. He felt his heart drop, he immediately felt sick dropping Galina's hand which he was holding and turning around leaving.

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bohemiansweede · 4 years

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New Year's teasing game

Fanfic

Pairing Roger Taylor Reader

Warnings Smut 🔞

A/N Please like and reblog or if you want leave a comment

Thank You

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New Year's Eve & party at Freddie's.

Could only mean one thing..

It were going to be the best party ever.. With a lot of drinks, great music and with all the people that you loved..

But it could get even better.

You and Roger had dated for a while now and you had an amazing sexlife you did it all the time and everywhere

Even just the thought of him maked your thighs clench together

You opened the fridge

- Y/N... You don't have to eat anything you know.. There will be tons of food at Freds

His hands trailed down your waist, with strong hands he swirled you around and lifted you up on the kitchen counter

- What do you mean.. Are we sitting down eating before? Shit can't do that.. I am so.. so..

He kissed your neck and nipped on your skin above your breasts

- So.. so what baby? He cooed

- Ohh Rog... Don't start anything you cannot finish..

- Watch me baby he hissed.. I wanna eat.. right now..

You felt his hand on your thigh, gently pressing them further apart while he smirked at you

He pushed the fabric of your panties aside and breathed against your core

His hot breath felt like vibrations and you bucked your hips up towards him

With flattened tounge he spread your folds apart.. Then he placed a soft.. all to soft kiss on your clit, he took a step back admiring your body

- Gotta go and change clothes now sweetheart.. You can hold yourself right?

- Fuck off Taylor, you spat

You had to get dressed aswell esp now when your underwear was ruined.. you decided to tease him back

Your skimpy dress were slick on you like an extra skin and you wrapped your long hair up in a clip so he could have an easier access to your neck

- Shit hunnie, you look ravishing

- Like it Rog? You smiled to yourself knowing you looked good

He sat on the bed behind you

- We have 5 minutes until the car arrives... just sayin love... he tapped inpatiently on his knee

That was all it took.. You turned around, rushed to the bed, kneeled in front of him and palmed his massive bulge

With eager you pulled the zipper down and took his cock out pumping him freneticly..

His head fell back and one of his hands tried to push your head down, you took the tip in your mouth, the tounge swirled around him, you bobbed your head fast while your hand pumped his erected cock

It was not many strokes until he filled your mouth with his warm cum and you swallowed every drop and smiled up at him

- Shit.. Shit.. Omg shit...

- Your turn Ro..

You heard a honking car outside

Damn it

- I guess we have to find a private spot at the party love

-... great..just great

You brushed your hands on the dress and stood up

Both of you ran downstaires and grabbed your coats, he kissed your nose tip

- I make it up to you... Promise..

You knew he would

The car was already filled.. Brian and Chrissie, also John and Veronica was there, they were lucky to have arranged babysitters on New year's eve

- Evening Rog.. You look cheerful

- Think that he just got laid mate..

- Well...well.. There you go Rog..

You felt unsatisfied and little grumpy

So typical

Garden Lodge was packed when you arrived and several tables was arranged with food and drinks

Freddie greeted you and as if he saw your pleading he placed you next to Roger in the corner

- Welcome everyone to the last party at my house.... At least for the 70s .. Freddie stood up and raised his glass

Everybody cheered and klinged their glasses, your glass touched Rogers and he looked deep into your eyes

- Love you Y/N

- And I Love you Roger Taylor..

The champagne filled your system fast and your mind already felt numb..

Suddenly you felt his hand under the table.. It trailed on your thigh

Further and further up towards your heat

You tried to not letting out a whimper

Roger continued to talk with John who were on his other side, pretending like nothing was going on

Your heart began to beat harder in your chest and you reached out grabbing your glass and drinking it to try and help calm your nerves.

He slid his hand under your dress and his eyes widened and he stuttered when he noticed that you didn't have anything underneath.

Brian ranted over some lyrics they just couldn’t get right. You held your glass so hard, you were surprised it didn’t break in your hand.

You adjusted your legs and Roger expertly slid his fingers between your folds, lightly teasing.

You bit your lip, feeling sweat beginning to form at the base of your neck and clenched your jaw.

Roger pushed his finger in and showed no mercy fingering and aggressively rubbing your soaked clit right there.. . You gasped audibly and jumped earning a weird glance from John. All the others around the table continued to talk, just one of them was aggressively fingering you under the table, anytime when there was a pause in silence you quickly picked up the conversation to cover up the wet squelching noises that were coming from between your legs.

You started to become very very tight as he pumped his fingers deeper and faster, your juices ran down his fingers and he coughed loud, he noticed you were close and covered your face expressions by kissing you hard

You let out a muffled moan between his lips

- Anyone wants dessert before we leave the damn 70's, Freddie glanced over to you

Roger pulled out, licked his index finger

- I would like some thanx

Brian chuckled

You needed air

On wobbly legs you walked towards the balcony.. People were already lining up to have the best view over the fireworks

Taking a well needed breath you felt an arm linger around your waist and a kiss were placed softly on your neck

- You hiding from me dove.. I am not done with you yet.. Come with me..

You followed him like a lost pup up to one of Freddies guestrooms

On the thanksgiving party you ended up here aswell and this was sertenly not the last

He pushed you inside the room, it was pitch black and you fumbled with his shirt.. giving up your try

He threw you on the bed and unbuckeled his belt

- Shit... You're making me so damn horny.. Lay down for me

You scooted up on the bed and took his tie pulling him closer, he slid up your dress and pushed his hard cock deep inside.. Snapping his hips in a fast pace..

People were outside preparaing for the last seconds

- You wanna see fireworks hunnie.. I fucking give you fireworks..

He took your leg and wrapped it over his shoulder penetrating even deeper in your soaking cunt

- Omg omg... Rog...

- Ahhh fuck... Shit hunnie..

Slapping noises almost muffled the cheering outside

He grunted and the pace increased even more

- Rog....shit shit..

You walls started to contract again

His head fell in the crook of your neck and his sweat was dripping on your burning skin

-Ahhh I am coming shit Rog I am coming.. Omg..

He started to shake and held your ass tight so your hips bucked upon his crotch

- Fuck... Fuck.. I love you...

Happy fucking new year..

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mattkenzie · 4 years

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Games of the Decade (2010-2019 Edition)

So since 2020 is approaching, I thought I’d make a list of games that I’ve played during my journey, the year is 2010 I was about 23 years old (on the cusp of being 24) and I’ve decided to stop playing World of Warcraft for my own physical and mental health (you see I never thought that this would happen to me being addicted to that game for so many years that I have shunned away from society, I gave up on humanity, I didn’t want to go out and celebrate with my ‘friends’ and Azeroth became my home for the past 6 years and it became an unhealthy obsession that one day I’ve collapsed at home and woke in a hospital.) When the doctors were swarming around my bed asked me “Can I remember what happened to me before I collapsed?” the answered but then they bombarded me with more questions... I wanted to scream “STOP!”, until one doctor (a psychiatrist) overheard my story and had an emergency 1-to-1 session with him, he even asked the ‘right questions’ (funny how we can say the wrong answers... but the wrong questions? Made me laugh.) The phychiatrist smiled and said “Welcome back”.

So I’ve decided to quit World of Warcraft and started to readjust to society that my Mum gave me an XBox 360. Now I was overwhelmed by the choices I didn’t know where to start (granted I had the Wii and now an XBox 360) I was really lost in thought until someone actually wanted to talk to me I shall call him ‘Dan’ and we hit it off “Yes, I do look like I am lost you see I am a recovering World of Warcrack addict and I am given an XBox 360, what games do you recommend?” and this is when Dan got out Borderlands, Fallout, Fallout: New Vegas (2010 Honourable Mention) and Mass Effect and Mass Effect 2 (2010). You see Dan’s preferred genre is Shoot ‘em ups and I on the other hand tend to enjoy RPGs so I got the best of both worlds.

Mass Effect 2 has this system where if you played and completed Mass Effect you can import your save file, get some additional perks and pick up where you have left off. I seem to like that concept where “Do I need to play the first game to play and understand the story?” to me the answer is “yes” as you gain additional content but it’s the iconic “suicide squad mission”

So we are at 2011 and Minecraft (2011 Honourable Mention) is in it’s infancy and even though I’ve played it later, I enjoyed watching the Yogscast’s “Shadow of Israfel” series and there are times when I occasionally watch a YouTube video looking at other people’s creations (“Man, I need to get myself a copy of Minecraft when I finish my games of the decade.” —Matt. But only 2 games have approached me and they are Xenoblade Chronicles (2011) and The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim (2011). With the Wii going into retirement and even though Super Mario Galaxy 2 (2011 Honourable Mention) is a popular title in the Wii library... I went down the niche path and picked Xenoblade Chronicles is the perfect swan song for the Wii and one of my all time favourite games that I’ve enjoyed playing. There are many things that Xenoblade Chronicles has offered me and what appealed to me are...

The amazing soundtrack (where it has music for the day and the night cycles)... I tend to use the nighttime music to help me go to sleep.

The unique world building, where Homs, Nopon and (there is this race of angels I can’t remember what they are called) live on these dead gigantic titans Bionis and the Mechonis.

A story that started out Shulk wanting revenge but that revenge eventually turned into understanding.

With Skyrim I ALWAYS seem to find my way coming back to this game as it gives me a ton of replay value that I even create my own D&D characters and put them in Skyrim. Whenever I am stressed with the latest releases I sometimes pop in Skyrim and go on all these adventures and explore and when I had enough I know I can always go to Whiterun and stay in Breezehome. I sometimes go on YouTube to watch my Grandma play Skyrim (OK she is not biologically my Grandma but she adopted/treated us like her grandkids).

During this 4 year skip all the way to 2014 and I’ve developed an awesome relationship with Dan for 5 years and I moved out of my parents house in 2011 (I was suffocating in my parents house (my sister was hit by clinical depression and my brother got kicked out of his flat by his knife weilding maniac of a wife) I am an adult and I NEED my own space so what did I get for a housewarming gift? Borderlands 2 (2014) I still have the loot box. But my independence was short lived by my roommate who I shall call William and he was so toxic to me and my friends who come round to visit, there was an incident when I left the house he goes into my room and steals my belongings (I know had to lock my bedroom door) It was Thanksgiving when I was in need of rescuing and William was becoming domestic abusive towards me and Dan’s Dad Scott who was visiting from the States felt a disturbance in the force... he felt that I was in danger and he was right. I had to move into a new flat (I was happy to live on my own) Dan saw it, my parents saw it and even my support workers saw how crappy/unhappy I was. When I moved into my new flat, Dan gave me a parting gift Shovel Knight (2014)

Now 2015 I have picked up the pieces that I’ve lost and rediscovered my sense of self after how much William warped mine for a few years and I’ve finally move on from it. With Dan moving back to the States and I picked up a copy of The Witcher 3: The Wild Hunt (2015) on a later date (I personally never thought it be be ported onto the Switch) I developed the concept that humans can be monsters (even in politics) and monsters can have a shred of humanity.

With 2017 was was hoping for Persona 5 to be released on Valentines Day but it was rescheduled and for me who has 8th Grader Syndrome (I know when to keep my Chunnibyou dormant and when to let my hair down and embrace it when the time is right) I enjoyed the story of how us millennials and Gen Z get to be viewed as degenerates. With the Wii U going into retirement I got the Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild and although not entirely my favourite Zelda title... I am a person who loves to have direction/structure and more importantly story (and not just charge into Hyrule Castle and fight Calamity Ganon) to have that amount of freedom and I can easily get distracted “Oooh let’s have a look over there!” I regret not giving Super Mario Odyssey (Honourable Mention) a chance nor gave it a fair shake, I bought the Switch because both of the joy-cons are uniform (I was leaning towards getting the grey but red spoke out to me the loudest).

2018 Super Smash Bros Ultimate need I need to say more? OK, I enjoyed the opening song Lifelight... Everyone is here (to have Roy from Fire Emblem) I even loved seeing the DLC fighters not being exclusive to Nintendo (Atlus) Joker from Persona 5, (Rare) Banjo Kazooie, (Square) ‘Hero’ from the Dragon Quest series, (SNK) Terry Bogard from Fatal Fury... although I wanted the Garou: Mark of the Wolves costume added into the equation.

2019 was the year that hit me hard the most Fire Emblem: Three Houses reminded me that I need to cherish the friends I have, I grew up with them since school and college but we all went on our separate paths. Some are married, some started have a family, some have jobs and some have moved to a different country. When I dumped my old friends that I grew up with since my childhood (but felt left out all the time) for new ones that I known for a decade as adults (and had a lot in common and felt that I was included.) So when Dan died in 2019... I felt a huge piece of me was ripped away from me... the man who exposed me to console gaming... I am never going to see him again.

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nothingeverlost · 5 years

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Fic: The Evolution of Thanksgiving (Penny For your Thoughts)

Thanksgiving prompt #1

@halfwayinlight asked for pennyverse, perhaps the greatest dividing line every thanksgiving: can Christmas trees and decor go out before thanksgiving is over? timeline: whenever it fits. but if belle’s not there, I might need a consolation belle thanksgiving with granny looking out for her _____________________________________ 2009

“Mary Margaret wants to know if you have plans for dinner on Thursday.” David caught up with her before she made it to the elevator.

“Thursday is Thanksgiving.” She’d been invited over for dinner twice since she’d joined the team, but not for a holiday.

“Yeah, I know it’s not a thing in Australia but you’ve been here for quite a while. Emma always comes over with Henry. Graham’s coming. And Gabe, of course. What do you say?”

“How can I say no to my first Thanksgiving meal?” She had her dad had never bothered with the American holiday but it was a good chance to be with her coworkers outside of work. And a chance to spend time with Gabe and see him somewhere less formal. “What can I bring?”

“So where do you stand, Belle? Decorations before Thanksgiving are wrong, or can the tree go up before the turkey is carved.” The way Emma shook her head made it clear which side she stood on.

“I love Christmas decorations. I have to confess mine are up already.” Belle took a sip of the very excellent wine she was drinking. Gabe had a whole cellar, apparently, and had bought three bottles for the six of them.

“I feel the same, Belle. But David likes to wait until December. We compromise and wait until tomorrow.” Mary Margaret folded her napkin neatly on the table. “Now who’s ready for pie?”

“Ice cream,” Henry demanded from his booster seat before breaking out into ‘Frosty the snowman,’ and making it clear where he stood in the debate.

“Let me help,” Gabe offered. Belle wondered where he stood on the decoration debate, or if he put up a tree at all.

2010

“Happy Thanksgiving.” Belle pulled up in front of the house the same time as Archie, and hugged him briefly before picking up her basket of rolls and bag of presents.

“Presents!” David opened the door but Henry was the one to run out and greet them. There wasn’t anything quite like a five-year-old throwing himself at you at high speed. Thankfully she was braced for him, and a moment later David was there to offer to carry things so she could pick up the boy.

“Are they giving presents or do we have to wait for Christmas because that’s a really long time?” Henry sighed just like his mother.

“They’re Christmas present that we open today.” The declaration earned her a second hug before he wiggled to be let down.

“Uncle Gabe we get presents,” he shouted excitedly before running into the house to spread the word.

“Isn’t it a little early for presents?” Gabe asked, waiting for them on the porch.

“You’re sounding a little Scrooge-like, Gabe. It’s the most wonderful time of the year.” She hugged him, because she could. He would allow that, but not the more intimate touches she craved. He stubbornly insisted that dating him would be a terrible idea.

“If anyone tries to haunt me I’ll take an Ambien and sleep through it.” Archie slipped into the house first. Belle followed, and almost thought she felt Gabe’s hand at the small of her back for a moment.

“It’s just something small.” Henry had pleaded his case and Emma had reluctantly allowed him to open his gift before dinner, which meant that Belle passed them all out. None of the boxes were bigger than a few inches except Henry’s, which was really two packages.

“Minions!” Henry figured out how to shed the wrapping paper quickly and held a minion ornament in one hand and a book in the other. Belle hadn’t known how interested he’d be in an ornament.

“What do you say, Henry?” Emma prompted.

“Thank you Miss Belle.” A moment later Henry was on the floor, reading his Despicable Me book to his new friend.

“There’s a theme.” She’d found ornaments for everyone. For Emma a mug of hot cocoa (laced with cinnamon whiskey, of course.) For Archie a tiny computer displaying a Christmas tree and wrapped up in lights. For Mary Margaret a little house; when you turned it around you could see a table set for dinner. She was proud that she’d found a little fencer for David. For Graham a tiny snowglobe with a wolf and a couple of trees inside. And for Gabe a stack of books. She’d used a gold pen to write ‘Feed the Madness’ on one of the books; it was the title of the book he’d published last year. She’d gone to one of his book signings and had waited until the end to bring her book up, teasing him into signing it for her, and then teasing him into dinner after.

“I hope you have a place to hang it, Gabe.” She stopped short of offering him a spot on her own tree.

“It will do nicely on the mantle.”

“What time does Marley show up?” she teased.

2011

“You look sleepy, love. Too much decorating last night?” Gabe pulled onto the street where David lived.

“It wasn’t the decorating that kept me up late, Gabriel.” She felt a little warm just thinking about it.

“Was it my fault you looked so irresistible wearing nothing but a Santa hat?” He sighed when she used his full name, which always abused her. When she really wanted to tease she called him an angel.

“I was wearing a lot more before you started unwrapping me.” They’d spent the whole day decorating not only a tree but the whole house. She suspected it was the most decorating his house had seen.

“My favorite present to unwrap.” There was still a space directly in front of the house. Belle grabbed the cranberry sauce and left the rolls for Gabe.

“Play your cards right and you might get to unwrap your gift again tonight,” she promised.

After dinner Belle found Mary Margaret in the kitchen and picked up a towel to help with the drying. Henry was sleeping on the couch between David and Emma, the only ones that cared about the football game. Gabe and Graham were cleaning up the backyard. Apparently it was the first and only time they were going to have a roasting pit outdoors for their dinner. The neighbors had been far less impressed by Graham’s skills than his coworkers were.

“I don’t think I’ve had a chance to say how happy I am for you and Gabe.” Mary Margaret passed her a plate. “I’ve never heard him laugh as much as he did today. There’s always been something so lonely about him and that’s gone now.”

“He makes me happy too. I’ve never loved anyone like this.” She wondered if this was what it would be like to have a big sister. Mary Margaret didn’t bother drying her hands before giving her a tight hug.

2012

“Gabe…”

“No.” The rest of the team was gone already but Gabe had enough files on his desk that he could push the workday a few more hours. If he was tired enough he might sleep through the next day.

“Tomorrow…”

“The only turkey I’m interested in tomorrow is 101 proof.” He turned back to his files, blocking any argument David might make.

2013

“You’re coming for dinner on Thursday. Granny says that the only excuse she’ll accept is if you’re going home to see your dad.” Ruby showed up at the bar in the late afternoon, three days before Thanksgiving. “Are you going home?”

“No, but I’m Australian, we don’t celebrate Thanksgiving.” She hadn’t the year before. She’d actually taken a two week trip up to Canada to avoid the day’s meaning completely, and had tried all day not to think of her friends gathered together. She’d failed miserably, and called Archie that evening. He’d let it slip that Gabe hadn’t shown up at the Nolan’s but that everyone else was there.

“So it’s just a huge meal with awesome food and a couple of good friends.” Ruby touched one of the walls of the room; they’d painted them together not long ago. Ruby had voted red but she’d gone with blue.

“It’s sweet of you both but…”

“It’s just the three of us, after the diner is shut down. There won’t be huge crowds or strangers.” For the first six months she’d moved to town Belle and Ruby had been neighbors at the B&B. It was harder to hide things from her. “We’d really like you there.”

“Okay.” Maybe it was time to start some new traditions.

2014

He stood on the front porch, a bag of store-bought rolls in his hand, for at least five minutes. He was the last to arrive and could hear all the sounds from inside the house, the chaos that followed a three and nine year old and handful of adults. Last year he’d scheduled a book tour that not-so-accidentally had him out of town on Thanksgiving. This would be his first Thanksgiving in three years.

He wasn’t sure he could do it.

“They’ll be glad you’re here.” Graham, as he did so often, seemed to materialize from out of nowhere. He leaned against the porch railing.

“I’m afraid I’m not very good at being thankful.” Work he could manage. He was getting better about not spending all of his time there, but a great deal of the time not spent at work was spent writing. He managed the occasional dinner at David’s, the occasional drinks with the team, but the most social he got were nights when they were in another city with only the team for company.

“Henry asked if you’d be here. He and Emma have a bet, and if nothing else you’ll make sure he gets an ice cream sundae if you go in.” Graham hoisted himself up over the porch rail rather than walking over to the steps. “She’s safe. She’s alive. That’s something, right?”

“Yeah.” When Graham went inside he followed.

2015

“Turkey lasagna is my favorite Thanksgiving tradition.” Belle opened the door to Ruby and Granny, inviting them in. She’d insisted that after two years it was her turn to host. Will had shown up an hour ago and was diligently tearing up the lettuce for their salad. The table was set for four.

“There’s enough for the freezer. It’s easy to microwave. You’re still missing too many meals.” Granny set the lasagna down so she had a free finger to wave in Belle’s direction. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”

“Thank you for caring.” She kissed Ruby’s granny on the cheek, knowing she only fussed over the people she loved, which meant she fussed about Ruby and Belle often.

“How come no one worries about me missing meals?” Will asked, half a roll in one hand and voice muffled by the bite he was currently chewing. Belle rolled her eyes and reached for a bottle of wine.

She paused to look at the picture hanging near her dining room table of her team; Gabe’s arm around her, Emma’s feet not on the floor as she balanced herself between Graham and David. “Happy Thanksgiving.”

2017

“Are you sure about this? If you’re uncomfortable at any point we can leave.” He’d already reminded Bay a couple of times but he wanted to make sure the lad wasn’t overwhelmed. The boy had been with him half a year and this was the first holiday.

“Graham said he’d be here.” Other than himself Graham was the one that Bay had bonded with the most, thanks to the camping trips they took.

“He usually is, and if he said it to you he’ll be here.” He’d missed last year, and hadn’t said anything about why but Gabe had his suspicions. “And Henry as well.”

“I want to go.” Bay was dressed in jeans and a button-down shirt that was starting to get short at the wrists. It please Gabe to see that already in six months there were signs of him growing. He was smaller than Henry despite being a year or so older, but good food and a safe place were doing their part to help him catch up.

“Okay. Grab the rolls on the counter and let’s go.” Belle had baked rolls every year. Somehow the tradition had remained that he was in charge of them, though they were baked at a bakery now.

“Do you think they’re plotting something?” Emma joined him at the kitchen window. Graham was in the backyard with Henry and Bay, all three of them looking up to the sky.

“I believe I’ve heard the term ‘snow camping’ bandied about.” Graham was so patient with the boys.

“Better them than me. That sounds horrible.” Emma shook her head. “I’m thankful that I’m off that invite list.”

“I agree.” He would need to get Bay a warmer jacket and some new boots. He was also going to have to figure out how to make his foster situation something more permanent.

2018

“You didn’t have to come down here, it’s just a cold,” her father protested from his bed.

“Pneumonia is not the same as a cold.” She’d spent a few hours in his shop, getting the last minute arrangements ready. They closed the doors at noon, giving Belle enough time to stop by a deli to pick up a quart of chicken noodle soup and a turkey sandwich.

“That doctor was thirteen years old and probably still in school.” Moe French’s argument was not made any stronger by the racking coughs that shook his whole bed. “It’s nothing to worry about.”

“You’re my dad, I’m allowed to worry.” She’d brought one of the folding tv trays into his room so she had someplace for her plate and drink. “The shop’s looking good.”

“There’s always a place here for you, you know that right.” Moe held the warm mug of soup to his chest. “Maine’s too far away for my liking.”

“I have my bar and my friends.” Will was watching the bar while she was gone. He was probably better at it than she was; at least he wasn’t tempted to profile the customers.

“So you’re not planning to return to the Bureau?” She was spared from answering when her dad started coughing again. Returning to the FBI or to DC weren’t questions she’d answered for herself yet.

2019

“Can I get you a glass of wine?” Mary Margaret greeted her at the front door before she even had a chance to knock. “I just so happened to be looking out the window when you drove up.”

“Thanks, I’d love a glass.” She had a basket of rolls with her and a tray of deviled eggs, and was glad to trade both for a wineglass. It was only the third time she’d been in the Nolan’s house since she’d returned and the first holiday. It felt strange and yet almost too familiar. “Where is everyone?”

“Emma and Ariel are in the living room. The kids are upstairs.” She gestured towards the ceiling above their head, where a sudden shouting could be heard.

“David and Graham?” They were usually trying to sneak something out of the kitchen.

“Like I said, the kids are upstairs. We broke down and got Neal an XBox this year and now they’re all up there.” Mary Margaret sighed. “Books were so much quieter.”

“Gabe?” She’d roll over in shock if she heard that he was playing or even watching video games. Black and white movies were more his speed.

“Someone who shall remain nameless but whose name rhymes with avid forgot to pick up potatoes. Gabe volunteered to run to the store.”

“You could say that, or you could say he dropped off a teenage boy and ran.” Emma came into the kitchen with two empty wine glasses. “Belle, thank god. I was going to have to go get you if you didn’t come and Gold’s vintage crap seems more potent than normal wine.”

“I wouldn’t have missed this.” She’d missed too many Thanksgivings. She’d decided to stay, and that didn’t mean just the job. “Looks like I have some catching up to do.”

She had to agree with Emma that there seemed to be something in the wine. Two glasses in and she was feeling pretty damn good. The nerves that had plagued her before showing up were gone. Three glasses in and she felt the need for fresh air. She was sitting on the porch when Gabe returned with the potatoes.

“Mary Margaret’s knight in shining armor.” She grinned up at him. She missed looking at him. Missed touching him too. She reached up a hand to him and let him help her up. It was a good thing for her questionable balance that she’d already abandoned her shoes inside, but it meant she had to stand on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “Happy Thanksgiving Gabe.”

2020

“It’s not my fault Neal really loves Christmas.” The tree was already up when they arrived for Thanksgiving. The moment they were in the door Bay raced up the stairs, seeking out Henry. It probably wouldn’t be long before Neal followed, but for now he was sitting at the base of the tree, looking at the ornaments. Belle smiled to see the little fencer and the house she’d gifted so many years ago.

“Our tree is up as well.” Gabe tried to sound like he was grumbling but Belle could tell that he was really just reveling in saying ‘our.’ She’d given up her apartment at the end of the summer and moved in with him and Bay.

“Can I get anyone a glass of wine?” David offered. When Gabe nodded Belle shook her head.

“My stomach is a little upset, I think I’ll make some tea.”

Later she found herself at the tree, looking at the ornaments collected over years of married life. She felt Gabe behind her, and leaned back to rest against him.

“Feeling better, love?” he whispered in her ear.

“Feeling perfect.” There was one more thing they had to be thankful for this year, but she planned on telling Gabe in private. For now she rested her hand on her stomach and looked at the ‘baby’s first Christmas’ ornament hanging on the tree. “Happy Thanksgiving sweetheart.”

#verse: penny for your thoughts #rumbelle fic #my fic #halfwayinlight #thanksgiving fic

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alexeth625 · 5 years

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It’s finally Thanksgiving break

It’s so weird to think about the fact that I can write in here again. What do I want to use this space for? Years ago, it really was a place to overshare to mostly people who would never know me in person, flex some creative writing muscles occasionally, and document my life in a more raw way I could look back on later than Instagram. I was thankful for this space and think I’ll continue to use it the same way.

There’s a lot I could feel the need to put here to reflect on the two years of time that have passed since I posted last, but honestly no one cares. I have journals for that. When I look back to those posts in 2017, it’s clear that I was unhappy with my job, and I hadn’t completely untangled myself from the insane relationship I had been a part of.

So much is different. I wouldn’t have admitted it then, but I did move back to Missouri, possibly subconsciously, to get away from my ex, once and for all. Physical distance works. I think about him less and less. Finally. I was tempted to write, “I never think about him anymore.” Or “I rarely think of him now.” But those are only half-truths.

I gained a lot of confidence I didn’t even realize I was lacking when I changed jobs and changed my life. What power we have. How hard it is to move across the country, yes. But also, how easy? (For the privileged, like me.)

My work is harder than it used to be, which, looking back, is exactly what I asked for. So what I’m saying is, if I keep up my little Tumblr, it won’t be during work hours anymore. 😂

I am so thankful to have found my way back to myself, mostly, after my very turbulent 2014-2017. I like my job and my boyfriend and who I’m becoming.

When you tie yourself seriously to another person all the sudden you can see your whole road out in front of you - thousands of other doors and possibilities close. That feeling used to make my chest tight, like the walls of my life were closing in around me, but with this one it’s different.

He is different, yes, but it’s just getting older, too. You start understanding that you can’t leave no stone unturned. Not without huge consequences. Opening all the doors won’t get you to happiness.

There’s something romantic about choosing to close all the other doors - risky as it is.

So for now I’m here. In his bathroom, where the grout needs replacing. He lit the candle and then brought me some tea. My relaxing bath is somewhat ruined by the sounds of his Call of Duty game in the living room. But he let me (and helped me) decorate his house for Christmas just now, which he hates. Win some, lose some, compromises, etc.

Tomorrow we will drive to my grandparents for Thanksgiving. He will spend four nights on a sofa bed (without me in it) without complaining. For some reason writing that sentence makes me tear up.

Sure, lots of doors are closing, at only 28, but I promise you, it could be worse.

#amwriting #mizzou #missouri #word vomit

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the-little-red-haired-girl · 4 years

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Pairing: Platonic!Sam Wilson x OC Mary Barnes, Bucky x OC Mary Barnes

Word count: 2,671

Warnings: Some angst and some fluff

A/N: this is a one shot from my fic Timeless on Wattpad that i liked quite a bit and wanted to post it here, so enjoy!

Washington DC

2014

Mary watched as her brother drove off with Natasha Romanoff after his run around The Lincoln Memorial Reflecting Pool, she turned to look at the man the siblings had met just moments ago, her smile shining brightly at the man known as Sam Wilson, "So! Coffee?" She offered.

The veteran chuckled, nodding as he says, "Sure, and you can tell me how you've been alive all these years." He repsonds. All his life he was taught and told that Mary Rogers-Barnes had been long dead, but she was standing in front of him, smiling widely at him like she hasn't aged a day over twenty-three.

"Deal." Mary teases, walking back over to the tree she was at while Steve had ran his laps with Sam. She collects her laptop, sliding it into the case it belonged in; she throws the strap of the laptop case over her shoulder and turns to her new found friend. "You start asking questions if you'd like." She tells him as the two begin to walk towards a coffee shop close by.

"I think i'm still in shock honestly." Sam begins, not knowing how to ask the world renowned doctor and founder of SHIELD any of the questions he has piled inside his mind, "How are you even alive? We all know how Steve is with the whole frozen in ice for seventy years. Was that you too?"

Mary chuckles, "No. I wasn't encased in ice like my brother." She answers his second question first, debating how to go about answering his first. "I was injected with a serum that has frozen my body, stopping it from aging any further than the age it happened. I'm forever twenty-three years old."

Sam whistles under his breath in amazement, "Are you immortal?" He asks.

"Yes and no." Mary begins, thanking Sam as he opens the door for her as they enter the coffee shop, "I will never age, so i can never die of old age. But i can be wounded. I suppose if i was hurt badly enough, then i would very possibly die." She explains, "But i don't want to test that theory." She laughs softly under her breath.

Sam nods, ordering his black coffee, Mary ordering her flat white after him and a chocolate scone. Sam quickly pays, much to Mary's protesting, and the two find a small table in the corner of the cafe to sit and continue their conversation.

"Have you ever been injured before? Like you mentioned before." He asks curiously, "If it's too hard to answer then you don't have to." He quickly adds, not wanting Mary to feel uncomfortable.

The doctor shakes her head, "No, it's alright. I was stabbed by Loki when he broke out of the prison The Avengers had put him in just before the Battle of New York. I was in the infirmary for i two weeks. I lost a lot of blood when that happened, and my friend lost his life." Mary answers honestly. Losing Coulson still wakes her up in the middle of the night some nights, She should have died as well.

Sam nods, remembering the Battle of New York in his own mind, "I was here in DC when that happened, watching it on the news.. I can't imagine what that was like to be in the heart of it. I've been war, but that is on a whole 'nother level."

Mary nods in agreement, "Can I ask you something?" She asks hesitantly.

"Shoot."

"What is war like now? How has it changed from World War two?" She asks, "I know i've been alive for a long time, but i've only seen real combat in a war twice."

Sam nods slowly, "It's different for sure. A lot has changed since the second world war. Our weapons are better, more advanced than they were back then. I was in the Air Force during my stints in the war." He says, "You saw it from the Army's perspective am I right?" He asks, Mary nods in confirmation, "Every branch sees different sides of the same war. Army sees more ground fighting, Marines as well, Navy sees ship battles and travels by sea more but also has an incredible flight crew, Air Force sees more air fights, we're also behind the scenes more than most branches." He states, then hesitates, "You said you've seen first hand experience of two wars? What was the second?”

Mary hesitates, no one but Fury knows she was involved in more than just the second World War, "I was a field doctor in the Vietnam War." She says softly, "I saw too many people on both sides lose their lives. That war should've never even happened in my opinion." She states sternly as Sam grabs their coffees, setting hers in front of her along with her chocolate scone on a plate.

Sam nods slowly, not knowing what to say, "You did your part in trying to help the men though, you tried to not let there be any more casualties." He says, trying to reassure her, "I'm sure if you weren't there, then there would've been so many more deaths than there was."

Mary smiles weakly at the airman, "Thank you. It means a lot hearing someone say that to me." She says, tilting her head slightly, "Are you a therapist?" She asks, genuinely curious.

"I am in a way, i work down at the VA, I sometimes do one on one sessions if one of the veterans ask for it." He answers, "You should convince your brother to go down to see me, make me look good in front of the other workers." He teases.

Mary laughs, "I'll see what i can do." She replies, sipping her coffee slowly as she breaks a piece of her scone apart, "Got any more questions?"

"You married James Barnes, right? That's in the history books, how long were you married to him before he fell off the train." He asks quietly, knowing that losing someone is a hard subject to talk about.

Mary hesitates, "We were married less than a year." She answers, "But i don't consider myself a widow, we were never able to recover his body." She points out, her hazel eyes glancing over her wedding band and engagement ring, "I was pregnant with our daughter at the time, i had just told him before he and the other commandos and Steve left to capture Zola." She says quietly, "He was so happy to be a father. His face lit up the second i told him, Steve was ecstatic to he an Uncle."

Sam smiles softly at his friend, "I bet, Steve seems like he'd be a fun uncle." He says, "Does your daughter not age as well?" He asks.

Mary hesitates, her smile faltering, "I don't know." She says, "She was kidnapped from me when she was five years old." She replies, looking out the window the table the two are sitting at is up against, seeing the traffic go by, "She was born in 1950, she was kidnapped in 1955." She mumbles, "I don't know where she is or if she's even alive. If she does age like a normal person, she would be seventy years old.. She could be dead and i wouldn't know."

Sam's eyes widen, he sees the pain in Mary's hazel eyes, the hurt that she's been through, she has been through so much pain and loss in her life. Losing her and Steve's parents at a young age, then losing her husband and brother in a short amount of time, then gaining a daughter but to only lose her five years later. And on top of it all, she's had to watch close to all of her friends pass away.

"I'm sorry you've had to go through so much loss, no one should ever go through the amount of pain and loss you've had to endure." He says in an attempt to comfort her. The doctor smiles at his words.

"Thank you, Sam." She says, "But i guess if it had to happen to someone, i'm glad it's happened to me and not anyone else. I don't think anyone else could withstand the pain. Because it is a lot of pain."

Sam nods, taking her hand into his own briefly, squeezing it in a reassuring manor, "That's extremely selfless thinking, Mary." He commends her, "Not many people would think like that, many would wish it wasn't them when things like loss happens."

Mary shrugs, "I've just had to deal with loss basically my whole life, it's something i'm sadly familiar with even though people shouldn't be. I was two years old when my Pa passed, my Ma passed when i was fifteen. But i had Stevie and James to get me through it. They were my rocks in everything, and i was theirs.”

Sam smiles softly, nodding, "Does anyone else besides your brother know about you?" He asks.

Mary nods, "Tony Stark, he's my godson." She says, "I lived with his father, Howard, when i had Becca, my daughter. Howard was one of my best friends, Peggy Carter was, still is too." She says, "And the Director of SHIELD, Nick Fury. As well as the Avengers." She says, "But other than that, i'm dead to the world." She adds, "And that's what i want."

"But why? Being dead to the world means that you have to hide who you are."

"I had my time in the world, and if i'm suppose to come back into the spotlight then i will, but right now, I'm fine with no one knowing i'm still alive, because that opens up the question of how. And i don't want to get into that on a large scale." Mary responds. "One on one like i'm doing, like with you i'm fine with, but if the world knew i was alive still, i'd most likely be hounded by news media like Steve is sometimes."

Sam nods, understanding a little better now as to why Mary has kept her life as a secret. "So what have you done with your life since Steve went into the ice?"

Mary smiles, eating a piece of her scone as she thinks of how to start her reply, "Well, i had Becca on Thanksgiving of 1950." She says, "That was a day i'll never forget no matter how long i live." She adds with a smile on her face, "I lived with Howard for basically the remainder of his life after that. Peggy, Howard and I created SHIELD in 1965 at the camp Steve and I were at during his and my training, Camp Lehigh. Howard was the machinery, Peggy was the logistics and i was the medical. After Tony was born we moved to Malibu, that would be Tony's home until just recently."

Sam nods, "I heard about that, his house was targeted and hit by a missile wasn't it?" He asks, Mary nods in agreement.

"It was, he fought this man named the Mandarin who turned out to be a fraud from what he told me. Aldrich Killian was the real villain. He destroyed all of his Iron Man suits for Pepper, which wont last long if i know my godson, which i do. He loves Pepper, but he can't leave the fight to make the world a better place, not when he has the ability to help." She says.

Sam nods, raising his eyebrow as he sips his coffee, "Like you?"

Mary glances up, her eyebrows raised, "What?"

"What you said about Tony, not being able to leave the fight to make the world a better place because he has the ability to help." He comments, "That's like you. Your name is under most of the medical buildings and hospitals i've been too in some way, whether that's a wing, a department ward, or an entire building. People think SHIELD is running those for you because you're dead. But you're not, you've been running those buildings since you put them under your name, didn't you."

Mary nods, shocked that Sam was able to figure out how she makes her own living now, but impressed as well. "You catch on quickly." She says, "But you're right, I can't leave the fight even if all i can do is provide affordable care. I don't have superpowers, i'm not a trained spy or am i able to make my own suit of armor. And i'm definitely not a god. I'm just me. And i want to do what i can in what little i can put out there."

"You feel as if this is all you can contribute." Sam concludes, leaning back in his chair.

The doctor nods again, "I'm not useful in many ways when it comes to combat or war. But i am skilled in medicine, so of course i'm going to do what i can to give my all in that field." Mary explains, compared to her brother, she felt as if she was useless. She wasn't the best at fighting off bad guys, she could shoot a gun with a fair amount of accuracy but nothing to the skill of her friends. She wanted to contribute more to her team, her family. She understood now what Steve felt when he kept trying to enlist into the Army, he wanted to help his country even though he couldn't do much. Mary was in the same position, despite her vast knowledge in medicine and her seventy years of experience in those fields, she could only do so much for The Avengers. She wanted to do more.

“What about you, Sam?" Mary asks, "I know you were in the Air Force but what did you do?"

Sam hesitates, "Pararescue." He says, "My wingman Riley and I were apart of an experimental rescue team."

Mary's eyes widen, sitting up in her chair, "Wait. I remember reading about you and Riley, there was a debrief about you and him." She says, "You weren't a pilot, you had experimental wings."

Sam nods, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly agape, "How did you know? All of that was classified."

Mary chuckles, "I'm Fury's boss, he lets me read classified files during our down time at the office." She says, "You were good too, you and Riley both. If you ever wanted to get back into it, i have some pull with the head of Stark Industries to get you wings if you'd like." She teases the last bit, causing Sam to chuckle, "I know Tony will be itching to get his hands on those prototypes to tinker with them and advance them. He can't be away from his labs for long."

Sam holds out his hand, shaking his head, "Thank you, but no. I'm good at where i'm at down at the VA, but if there's ever a time for an upgrade, i'll come to you." Sam replies, placing his fingers on his chin, his eyes focused on the steam coming from his cup, then looks back up at Mary, "If you ever need anyone to talk too about what you've been struggling with, my door is always open."

Mary smiles softly, "Thank you, Sam, that means a lot." She replies, then smirks, "I look forward to hearing from you about needing those wings." She states.

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Saturday Spectacular #12

Happy Saturday!!! So this is me thanking awesome fanfic writers for their amazing work and all the time they put into their fics. ♥️ I want to recommend spectacular fanfic stories I read this week! ♥️ They are posted in the order I read them. All posts will be tagged #saturday spectacular fic rec

When Did It All Go Wrong by @wrldtravler | Arrow | WIP

Summary: After a mission with A.R.G.U.S. goes south, agent Oliver Queen learns something he shouldn’t about Director Amanda Waller. Sent on the run when A.R.G.U.S. turns against him, he’s forced to seek out the one person that never wanted to see him again but whom he trusts with his life: his ex, Felicity Smoak. Putting their past behind them, the estranged pair come together along with John Diggle and Lyla Michaels to stop the looming threat. However, the past never stays buried for long. With their renewed connection comes great strength. But where there is strength, there is also great weakness – one that may cost them everything they worked to prevent.

“Time for a story” Drabble Series by @smkkbert | Arrow | WIP

Summary: This fic shows Olicity and their life as a (married) couple with family. Although Olicity (and their kids) are the protagonists, other characters of Arrow and Flash make appearances. It started as a drabble series, but developed more and more into a full domestic AU.

Providence by @so-caffeinated | Arrow | WIP

Summary: Will Queen has struggled in silence in the year since he was shot. But when a shadowy crime lord known as Domino targets the only woman Will’s ever truly loved, fate forces him to confront his demons in ways he never could have imagined… Whether he wants to or not. Amelia Prescott has fought to take control of her life since learning two years ago that her personal and professional worlds were manipulated by others. But nothing can prepare her for just how hard she’ll have to fight to set her own course, especially when her heart belongs to a damaged man and a crime lord threatens her every professional move… And her life. Destiny brings them together, but as chaos reigns and personal demons haunt Will and Amelia both, it may also threaten to tear them apart.

(i want to) save that light by @callistawolf | Arrow | WIP

Summary: What if one little thing changed in the history of Arrow? What if, instead of going to Laurel’s apartment after discovering the extent of Merlyn’s plans for the Glades, Oliver stayed at the foundry and talked to Felicity instead? This series of short vignettes explores some of the ripple-effect changes that could take place throughout the next season as a result of this one, fortuitous change.

Semper Fidelis by @oliversmuse | Arrow | Completed

Summary: Oliver Queen is a member of the Bravo Squad, a team that specializes in search and rescue, covert infantry and translating foreign documents. He is known as one of the best and even though he is one of the youngest recruits he advances quickly. While serving he meets Lance Corporal Felicity Smoak, a young woman with skills in hand to hand combat. Despite the fact they butt heads they fall in love and soon start to talk about a future together. However, when her plane disappears on a mission in China and she is presumed dead, Bravo Squad searches frantically for her, only to find her plane and her bloody dog tags. Five years later Oliver runs into “Megan” at a coffee shop near that gym he has been running with his friends. She has lost her memory from the plane accident but has had dreams of Oliver and the Bravo Squad. With the help of his friends and team mates, can he help her reclaim her past and fall for him once again?

grade 2 right shoulder subscapularis strain by @alexiablackbriar13 | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: Oliver Queen is an Olympic archer with a shoulder injury who hates sports therapy with a passion. Dr Felicity Smoak is his new physiotherapist. Sparks fly. Perhaps Felicity can change Oliver's mind.

Aftermath by @realityisoverrated-fic | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: Malcolm Merlyn has laid waste to the Glades. Laurel Lance is dead. Moira Queen is in jail. Thea is hiding away in her brother's nightclub. Oliver is licking his wounds, who knows where. Tommy would like nothing more than leave town and never look back, but someone needs to stick around and be accountable for his father's murderous undertaking.

Mothers know best by @smkkbert | Arrow | WIP

Summary: Since they have been kids, they have been best friends. Since they have been friends, their mothers wanted them to be together. After coming back from the east coast, Felicity takes over a position at Queen Consolidated, the company her best friend will soon take over from his father. Their mothers still push for them to be together, and they seem closer to that goal than ever because wedding bells are ringing. The only problem is that they both plan to get married to someone else.

Alpha by @oliversmuse | Arrow | WIP

Summary: Oliver Queen was a powerful vampire that was captured by a group experimenting on hybrids. Turned into a hybrid that is half vampire and half wolf he is strong, fast and deadly. While in captivity he meets Dr. Felicity Smoak a hermatologist who is called in to monitor his feedings. All Oliver wants is to be free, away from the experiments and being in a cage, and strangely he feels he can trust Dr. Smoak. There is also an unspoken attraction between them that is forbidden. Can he convince her to set him free or will her attraction to him tempt her to keep him close?

Artemis by @laxit21 | Arrow | WIP

Summary: When the Queen’s Gambit sank, two people were stranded on Lian Yu. Five years later, four came back.

Daughter of the Demon by @laxit21 | Arrow | WIP

Summary: What if in 1988 while traveling through Las Vegas Ra’s al Ghul bumps into a nice waitress named Donna Smoak and they have one-night stand together? A little bundle of joy named Felicity Smoak is the result. In 2014, the Demon Head becomes aware of his youngest daughter’s existence.

The Ravager by @laxit21 | Arrow | WIP

Summary: Slade Wilson’s plan for revenge against Oliver took time, money and no shortage of lives to pull together. His plan didn’t anticipate Felicity Smoak. How will his plan change now that his lost-lost daughter is working with the very man he’s trying to destroy?

Felicity of Themiscyra by @laxit21 | Arrow | WIP

Summary: Years ago, Donna Smoak left the island of Themiscyra and her sister Queen Hippolyta behind to live in man’s world. She never told Felicity the truth about where she came from. As a result of the Undertaking, Felicity discovers some of her Amazonian abilities and makes an interesting new friend: Diana Prince.

The Daughter That Was Left by @laxit21 | Arrow | WIP

Summary: Before the Gambit, Oliver Queen met QC intern Felicity Smoak. When he boarded the Gambit, he left something behind. Now, five long years later someone is waiting for him.

I Scream But No Sound Comes out by @laxit21 | Arrow | WIP

Summary: When Oliver returns from Lian Yu after five years, he comes back different. What happened there damaged more than just his body. How will his friends and family deal with this new Oliver?

| ONE | (Oliver The Footballer) by @someonesaidcake | Arrow | Completed

Summary: Felicity Smoak had a plan; to save enough money to kick her monotonous job and start up the company of her dreams. She made good plans, solid plans, attainable plans. He was never part of her plan. His name was Oliver Queen, the reclusive Brazilian football star with a broken smile and a story to tell He’d never planned on her either.

Did I Forget to Mention That My Dad is a Supervillain? by @laxit21 | Arrow | WIP

Summary: When Felicity told Oliver about her father, she wasn’t lying per se. She wasn’t completely honest either. It’s just that ‘my dad left us’ sounded better than the truth.

Or: A Series of one shots in which Felicity’s dad is a supervillain and we see how Oliver and the team finds out.

little wonders (twists and turns of fate) by @alexiablackbriar13 | Arrow | WIP

Summary: Oliver and Felicity's drunken mistake of a hook-up in the bunker comes with unexpected consequences in the form of a... souvenir. Deciding to remain romantically uninvolved, the two of them will have to battle all the trials and tribulations of maintaining a platonic relationship while Felicity is pregnant and the two of them are living together, coping with all the emotional baggage that they both bring to the table - and dealing with the fact that they are still very much in love with each other, but scarred by the events that broke them apart in the first place.

Winds of Change by Nerdofmanytalents | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: Tommy finds an unexpected visitor hiding under the bar. [This segment takes place before the events of "Whats the Matter, Baby."]

The Road Not Taken by @oneofthosecrazygirls-fics | Arrow | WIP

Summary: Canon divergence/fix-it AU. Everything that happened in the series up through 4x11 happens as it did in the show and this fic diverges from there.Direct sequel to “Swear This One You’ll Save” and “Have Your Cake (And Eat It Too)” so make sure you read those first before reading this one.This fic is part of the What Should’ve Been ‘verse.

A Hidden Life by @realityisoverrated-fic | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: It's Oliver, Felicity, and Tommy's first Thanksgiving together. Their plans for a shared meal are upended by the unexpected arrival of Donna Smoak.

The Cat, the Canary, and the Dinosaur by stick2theplan | Arrow | Completed

Summary: Nyssa and Sara are visiting Oliver and co for the week. Of course, this means they'll at least have to endure a semi-awkward pseudo-family brunch. Fighting bad guys is easy compared to answering awkward questions from Oliver's too-perceptive son.

ink stains and dumbbells by inlovewithimpossibility | Arrow | WIP

Summary: "Hey Dynasties, Oliver here coming at you with another video!"

"Hi guys, welcome back to Ghost Fox Goddess, I am Felicity Smoak."

When one half of YouTube duo, Queen-Merlyn Dynasty, lands himself in hot water with Principal Wilson due to failing grades, Oliver knows that he needs to step up his game. The principal recommends a tutor but little does Oliver know that she's also a successful YouTuber. The two of them set out on filming a collab but neither anticipates how popular their videos will be or the insane reaction the sight of the two of them on screen together will gain from the fans.

#saturday spectacular fic rec #weekly fic recs

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♡ STEPHANIE’S THANKSGIVING SHOUT OUT ♡

i’m thankful for the teen wolf fandom and how much joy it’s brought me. it’s given me so much to look forward to, celebrate, cherish & still brings me happiness. it’s inspired & unlocked a world of creativity in me with fanfic, roleplaying, graphics, cosplaying and continues to give my life purpose. i don’t care how long it’s been since the finale, i don’t believe fandoms / good stories have expiration dates. lydia, stiles, scott, allison, malia, kira, isaac & co. have truly become parts of my life over the years and i’ve met so many amazing people and made ( hopefully ) long term fandom friends through these beautiful characters and powerful stories and teen wolf feels like home to me. i've never been this passionate about anything else in my life and i'm thankful to have this show in my life because it's colored my life in the best of ways. it’s shaped so much of who i am now & helped me find you amazing people --- other fandoms included !

i wanted to take a moment out of my holiday to express love & gratitude to all my friends & mutuals here, the ones who have stayed with me for years, the ones who always cheer me up & love getting as emotional about plots and our babies as i do, the ones who have nothing to do with the teen wolf fandom but gave me a chance anyway, the ones i haven’t interacted with or barely talk to but you’re still here & it means the world to me. thank you so much for being so kind, loyal, positive, creative & lovely all around. i adore each and every one of you. i’ve found a place where i fit in and feel welcome & it’s truly a privilege to know and connect with you all. i’ve had lydia since 2014 and it’s still a wonderful experience, thanks to you.

thank you for following me. thank you for writing with me. thank you for being here with me. please know that it makes me so happy & that i love you.

wishing happy holidays to everyone !

#♡ ғᴜɢᴜᴇ sᴛᴀᴛᴇ — ( ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍs )#♡ ❝ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ sᴍᴀʀᴛ ❞ — ( ᴘᴏsɪᴛɪᴠɪᴛʏ )

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Inside Taylor Swift's Personal Diary Entries: Read All of the Biggest Revelations

By Tomás Mier August 24, 2019

Photo: DIA DIPASUPIL/GETTY

Lover of Diaries

Fans got an inside look at some of Taylor Swift’s most personal thoughts when they bought the deluxe version of her new album, Lover.

Along with some behind-the-scenes recordings, each album featured a 30-page booklet with excerpts from her personal diaries — some even from she was just 13!

“I’ve written about pretty much everything that’s happened to me. I’ve written my original lyrics in those diaries, just feelings,” she said on an Instagram Live announcing the booklets. “It’s everything from pictures drawn, photos of that time in my life, I used to like tape stuff in my diaries.”

Here are the top 10 takeaways from her personal diary entries.

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Swift the Lyricist

If the diary entries are filled with anything, it’s a deep dive into her song lyrics.

“Red” was born on a long flight — and everyone she played it for loved it.

“Its [sic] so different than anything we’ve done,” she wrote in 2011. “I can’t even tell you how alive and worthwhile I feel when I’m writing a new song and I finish it and people like it. It’s the most fulfilling feeling, like getting an A+ on your report card.”

The diaries also share early versions of “All Too Well” and songs like “Long Live,” “White Horse,” “Holy Ground” and “This Love.”

In a 2014 entry, she writes about the creation of her ultra-hit “Shake It Off.”

“The best way I know how to describe it is that the chorus just fell out of the sky,” she wrote in 2014.

“We all went home and I wrote the first and second verses and brought them in the next day. We wrote this chanty cheer leader bridge that I absolutely LOVE,” she continued.

As for the album cover that would accompany “Shake It Off,” she wrote that she “saw it within 10 seconds.”

“The craziest moment came when something caught my eye. The cover photo is photo 13. I kid you not,” she wrote about the polaroid cover to 1989, which she accompanied with a sketch.

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A Glamorous Gala

In a diary entry, Swift writes about being invited to “this event called ‘The Met Gala.’”

To an 18-year-old Swift, that day was “THE party of the year.”

“The paps started SCREAMING for me. It was crazy,” she wrote in May 2008. “We made our way up the red carpet, posing for everyone. All of the women looked so glamorous in their gowns.”

Along with meeting Anna Wintour, George Clooney, Julia Roberts and Giorgio Armani at the event, she wrote that “models stood as decorations, standing still and wearing gorgeous gowns.”

Once inside, she lists “every celebrity ever created” at the event, including Scarlett Johansson, Tom Brady, Beyoncé, Victoria Beckham, Tom Cruise and Jon Bon Jovi “who called me over to talk to him.”

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Borchetta's Beginnings

Weeks before the release of Lover, a public feud involving Swift and her old label Big Machine made headlines when the label’s founder Scott Borchetta sold the label (and ownership of her masters) to Scooter Braun.

But years before, Swift had nothing but kind things to say about the label founder who signed her.

After meeting with Capitol Records and not being offered “the deal I would want,” she met with Borchetta — and left with feelings of excitement.

“I really loved all the stuff he said in the meeting, and he stayed for the whole Bluebird show,” she wrote in November 2014. “And he’s SO passionate about this project. I think that’s the way we’re gonna go, I want to surround myself with passionate people.”

A meeting with Borchetta also made “Sparks Fly” as she came up with the name of her second album.

“We were talking about the record and I had this epiphany,” she wrote in April 2010. “I didn’t talk in interviews about how I felt about much of what has happened in the last two years. I’ve been silent about so much that I’m saying on this album. It’s time to Speak Now.”

“Scott freaked out. He loved it,” she wrote in April 2010. “We have a title, ladies and gentlemen!”

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"The Hunters Will Always Outnumber Me"

Swift also opens up about the lack of privacy that comes with being a celebrity — and how she’ll never get used to seeing “a group of people staring, amassed outside my house, pointing, camera phones up…”

“They could never imagine how much that feels like being hunted,” she wrote.

Swift compares her “mostly perfect life” to “being a tiger in a wildlife enclosure.”

“It’s pretty in there, but you can’t get out,” she described in the August 2013 note.

“No matter how big my house is or how many albums I sell, I’m still going to be the rabbit,” she added. “Because the hunters will always outnumber me. The spectators will stand by, shaking their heads, going ‘that poor girl.’ But the point is, they’re still watching. Everyone loves a good hunt.”

But her feelings about being “hunted” also translated into worrying about her generation’s obsession with taking photos “so that they can spend all day checking the comments underneath.”

“They will never truly experience a moment without attempting to capture it and own it,” she wrote, comparing pulling a flower from the ground to take photos. “Nevermind that picking a flower kills it, the same way taking a picture of a moment can ruin it altogether.”

Swift has notably kept comments off of her post to improve her mental health.

“I’m training my brain to not need the validation of someone telling me that I look 🔥🔥🔥,” she wrote in Elle. “I’m also blocking out anyone who might feel the need to tell me to ‘go die in a hole ho’ while I’m having my coffee at nine in the morning.”

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From Fearful to "Fearless"

Though Swift is now known for her jaw-dropping stage presence, as a young singer she wrote that she would “get stage fright every time I walk onto a stage.”

“I wish it wasn’t so, but I can’t blame my mind for freaking out about performances,” she wrote in 2010, days before releasing Speak Now. “Criticism of my performances has been the biggest source of pain in my life.”

“I sometimes feel like my college degree is in acting like I’m ok when I’m not,” wrote a 20-year-old Swift.

But even as a burgeoning singer at just 13, she would get hate while on stage. During one performance, her guitar pick broke in half and fell while she was playing.

“There was this huge silence! It was awful! I had to bend over and pick it up in front of everyone!” she wrote next to the broken pick. “And while I was singing, this guy was shouting stuff like, ‘Go on, b*#@! Sing that country bulls#*%! Go on motherf—!.’ It was awful.”

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Done with Dieting

In her diaries, she also candidly writes about sticking to a diet as a teen.

Soon after Thanksgiving 2006, she returned to Nashville to her “own comfy bed” and planned to go out to eat with her best friend Abigail Anderson during a day off.

“Oh and I’m dieting again,” she wrote right after.

“Over the holidays I didn’t watch what I ate and man its [sic] so weird how fast I can gain or lose weight… It’s crazy,” she ended the note. “So I’m going to lose some now.”

Earlier this year, she wrote about finally being okay with gaining weight.

“I learned to stop hating every ounce of fat on my body,” she wrote in Elle. “I worked hard to retrain my brain that a little extra weight means curves, shinier hair, and more energy.”

The “Daylight” singer also said that she’s constantly working on her body image.

“I think a lot of us push the boundaries of dieting, but taking it too far can be really dangerous. There is no quick fix,” she said. “I work on accepting my body every day.”

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"I'ma Let You Finish, But..."

“Ahh… the things that can change in a week…” wrote Swift in a Sept. 18, 2009 journal entry.

Five days had passed since Kanye West crashed Swift’s Video of the Year acceptance speech at the MTV Video Music Awards, but the whole ordeal was all she — and everyone else — could think about.

“If you had told me that one of the biggest stars in music was going to jump up onstage and announce that he thought I shouldn’t have won on live television, I would’ve said ‘That stuff doesn’t really happen in real life,’” she wrote.

“Well… apparently…. It does,” she ended the note.

Little did 19-year-old Swift know that West would cause more tumult in her life seven years later. In an August 2016 note, she simply wrote, “This summer is the apocalypse.”

The “apocalyptic” summer came when West referred to the singer as “that bitch”in his track “Famous” and featured a nude version of the “Shake It Off” singer in its accompanying video.

Then, Swift said she never approved of the lyric after his wife Kim Kardashianleaked a phone call conversation between the two singers.

“Being falsely painted as a liar when I was never given the full story or played any part of the song is character assassination,” she wrote then. That “Cruel Summer” ordeal would go on to inspire her sixth album, reputation.

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A Joe Alwyn “Love Story”

Like in Lover’s lyrics, Swift doesn’t hold back about her deep feelings for boyfriend Joe Alwyn in her personal diary.

Clearly writing about Alwyn, the singer confessed about wanting to keep their relationship under wraps as much as possible.

“I’m essentially based in London, hiding out trying to protect us from the nasty world that just wants to ruin things,” she wrote in a January 2017 note. “We have been together and no one has found out for 3 months now. I want it to stay that way because I don’t want anything about this to change or become too complicated or intruded upon.”

“But it’s senseless to worry about someday not being happy when I am happy now,” she concluded. “OK. Breathe.”

But Swift wasn’t always so sure about love being real — especially when it came to Valentine’s Day.

“I somehow feel like it’s my destiny to roll my eyes at happy couples and resent Valentine’s Day. I also feel like I’m the girl before ‘the one.’ I’m not ‘the one,’” she wrote at 19. “I’m the girl you think is the one for you, and when it doesn’t work out with me, you meet the next girl and realize she IS the one.”

And as a mere 13 year old, she imagined the first time she’d have her first kiss — and about being “such a romantic.”

“I just dream about looking into someone’s eyes and feeling something I’ve never felt before, you know?” she wrote. “I just never was able to put a face to my fantacy [sic]. But something tells me that my first kiss is really far away from happening!”

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The Night Before...

Before the 2014 Grammy Awards, Swift was confident her album Red would take home the biggest award of the night.

“It’s the middle of the night and I was at the Clive Davis party tonight which means… the Grammys are tomorrow,” she wrote. “Never have I felt so good about our chances. Never have I wanted something so badly as I want to hear them say ‘Red’ is the Album of the Year.”

Though she was up for four awards that year, Swift would head home empty handed.

Though she had won that award two years prior with Fearless, it wouldn’t be until her 2014 album 1989 that she’d take home the coveted prize again. In her 13-year career, Swift has won 10 Grammys from 32 nominations.

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“This Might Be Worth Money Someday”

Though her diary entries are filled with some insight into the more complicated times in her life, the entries also feature some cute memories of her youth — including her middle school class schedule, some song lyrics and memories about listening to Sugarland for the first time.

Accompanied by drawings and the number 13, in her first journal entry, she signs her name and writes “(That could be worth money someday!! Just kidding hehe).”

Under “Journal #1,” a 13-year-old Swift writes a poem: “The world is as big as you make it / Never be shameful to fly / When a chance comes you should take it / May you never be scared of goodbye…”

After performing at a school talent show, Swift wrote: “I ❤ SCHOOL!”

Reminiscing on the grand day, Swift wrote, “I got a standing ovation and everything.”

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