#and if you guys don’t want to play I’ll just watch steel magnolias by myself!

[olivieblake]

please help me make a list of the best romcom love interests from the 90s and 00s by replying or reblogging your answer(s). this is not for science it is for galloween

[delstonejr]

This week, Mladen Rudman and I review "The Arbors," a monster movie that is not a monster movie.

“The Arbors” Starring Drew Matthews, Ryan Davenport, Sarah Cochrane and Alexandra Rose. Directed by Clayton Witmer. 1 hour, 59 minutes. Unrated. Streaming on Amazon Prime, Tubi TV.

Del’s take

Ethan Duanes (Drew Matthews) has a problem.

His problem is life.

Ethan is a locksmith but he cannot unlock the secret to happiness. All he can do is remember an earlier time when his parents were still alive and his younger brother a constant companion. The world seemed much better then.

Now, the world isn’t better. His parents have passed away and his brother, Shane (Ryan Davenport), has started a family. The ancestral home, like Ethan, is slowly succumbing to rot and ruin, and the future seems as dark as the night shifts Ethan works.

One night, as Ethan is driving back to his rented house after a call, he comes across a dead deer in the road. He notices something moving inside the deer, a kind of insect or arachnid. He takes the carcass home, builds a container to hold the strange creature and lures it inside with cuts of meat. Then, he proceeds to care for it.

Until the creature breaks out. And people in the community begin to die.

That is the premise of “The Arbors,” a “monster movie” that isn’t a “monster movie.” It is less about things that go bump in the night as things that go bump in the heart.

“The Arbors” earns high marks for its layers and its obvious pathos. Ethan is a sympathetic loser to whom many people can relate: He is overwhelmed by life, fearful of change and nostalgic for the simpler times of the past. This theme of resistance to change operates throughout the movie – Ethan says it more than once by rhetorically asking, “Can’t this all be over?” His fidelity to the past is expressed in other ways, too. He is constantly sorting through photographs of him and his brother when they were kids. He gives his brother the gift of a toy soldier from a game they played as children called Out of Time! Ethan has kept the game; his brother absent-mindedly drops the toy soldier on the floor and before movie’s end it returns to Ethan’s possession. Ethan tells his young niece, Robin (Sarah Cochrane), he hopes to purchase the family home and restore it so that he may live there again. When Shane reveals he and his wife, Lynn (Alexandra Rose) are contemplating a move out of state, Ethan becomes agitated and for once, shows strong emotion.

Where “The Arbors” fails is its glacial pacing and the infuriating passivity of its viewpoint character. Ethan doesn’t simply miss the past; he is mired in it and will never escape. He rejects chance after chance to change his circumstances, at one point avoiding a former friend who has offered to take him away from his ennui and show him the world. In truth he doesn’t want to escape, and he would draw everybody around him into the tar pit of his inertia. This slow vortex of apathy oozes over both character and audience alike, preserving the misery in a sluggish and vapid shadowbox that never answers the question “Why?”

And when the “monster” kills people who have threatened Ethan’s attempt to restore the past to the present, “The Arbors” morphs into “Donnie Darko” and the audience is left with a new batch of questions.

What’s remarkable about “The Arbors” is that it was shot in the Winston-Salem, N.C., area in 25 days on a budget of $14,000, then finished for another $11,000.

Witmer deserves kudos for trying to rise above the meager expectations of the genre, but “The Arbors” has some deficiencies that outweigh its virtues. Still, it’s not a “bad” movie. Just slow, with unanswered questions and motivations. I expect Witmer will do better his next time out of the gate.

I grade “The Arbors” a C+.

Mladen’s take

Through much of “The Arbors” I kept telling myself, “Wow, the kid playing the principal misfit really looks like a young Dennis Quaid.”

That’s how I managed to stay entertained when “The Arbors” got batty or the story cryptic or incoherent, which wasn’t all the time. Just much of the time.

Delblew a lot of words summing the plot. I’ll do it for you with one, short sentence: Rogue nostalgia is a deadly when you’re connected to person-sized spider with a mammal-like mouth packing white shark teeth.

One of my biggest problems with the movie is that I have no idea how or why Ethan and pseudo-spider are telepathically linked. If I was the angry wayward mutant arachnid, I’d be pissed at Ethan for putting me in a cage when I was but a maggot or whatever. That would be reason enough to eat his eyeballs rather than serve as an executioner for the human.

And, who the hell where those guys in the white hazmat suits? And, why didn’t at least one of them have a gun for self-defense because they were chasing an aberration of nature?

I don’t mind that “The Arbors” portrays itself as horror but is really about shitty, navel-gazing stuff like hurt feelings. People, after all, are more frightening than zombie werewolves with rabies waving Trump is My President flags. But, at times, I felt like I was watching, I don’t know, “Kramer v. Kramer” or “Steel Magnolias.”

The problem is that the film seems to want to get good and then backs off. A scene of driving at night might be too long. Or there’s the crappy voice acting when Ethan is talking to someone on his flip phone. Yes, director, I get it that Ethan is stuck in a time that no longer exists. And, why the fuck does “Connie” care about Ethan? She didn’t even sign his high school yearbook. What proof is there that she let him feel her up when they were teenagers or that they went to prom together? She materializes, tries to get him to leave town, and then de-materializes.

On the plus side, “The Arbors” provides a holistic moodiness as the backdrop of life in an unnamed town somewhere in the foothills of the Appalachians. Everything seems afflicted by Ethan’s desperate unhappiness. I liked the score. It meshed nicely with the moodiness.

The movie gets a C- because it failed to meet its promise to me like life failed to meet its promise to Ethan. It didn’t allow him to stay 13 years old forever. And, the film failed to create a sympathetic, lonely man with control of a monster who I could like.

Mladen Rudman is a former journalist and technical writer. Del Stone Jr. is a former journalist and author.

https://youtu.be/kQFq_T-wbgY

[theolddarkmachine]

12 Days of ODM: Day 6

Dedicated to: @bluuesparrow

Prompt: Gajevy It Happened One Night AU

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12995151

“You seem to be lost,” Gajeel said casually, his tone as flippant as he could make it as he led her carefully towards his inevitable victory.

“Lost?”

“I mean, I never thought I’d ever see a McGarden at a bus station.” All of the color drained from her face as her eyes widened, staring at the journalist as her mouth opened and closed wordlessly. Checkmate.

BLUE MY DEAR! I gotta thank you for such a great prompt, and also tell you that it was too good lol So, before you go any further, please note that that one time I was beating myself up over needing to split a prompt into another part, that was yours. It was either decide to release it in two parts to do it justice, or rush everything and make it bad. So I bit the bullet and decided to split it. So I’m so sorry if the ending of this isn’t satisfying. IT ISN’T MEANT TO BE. Once holidays are done and we get another update in on the multi-chaps, part two is coming. I hope that isn’t too much of a letdown, and I hope you enjoy part one! Merry Christmas!

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Gajeel’s lungs started to burn with the breath he’d been holding in an attempt to focus on anything else beside the inevitable loss of his job, and the dingy surrounding of the bus depot. He’d been sitting in the station for longer than he cared to admit, mind set on the measly $100 left in his bank account and the ultimatum from his editor to either “get out of this writing rut of his” or “find his ass another job.”

The first option, was easier said than done.

The second option, wasn’t an option at all.

Gajeel had worked too hard to get to his position as chief news writer at Fiore Times  to just “find another job.”

So, he did what any sensible, nearly broke and nearly fired journalist would do and headed down to the depot to think. Some of his best stories had come from the downtrodden and lost drawn to the place of escape. Hidden deep beneath the cracked exteriors of the hopeless was often times a treasure trove just waiting for Gajeel to write about.

Except, apparently right now when he needed it, as the only other person there was the unamused, spotted teenager selling tickets.

The breath left his mouth in an angry huff as it finally escaped, the sound of it not even enough to make the ticket seller look up from his phone as he popped his gum. He had been there for the better part of an hour, only successful in making himself more annoyed the longer he sat there and heard the sharp pops of the teen’s bubbles.

“Could ya stop—“ he started to say, voice slightly angrier than necessary in the situation before it was cut off by the chime of the bell above the door. A petite woman stood in the doorway, her chest heaving and the slick sheen of sweat across her forehead shining under the fluorescent lights of the bus station.

She looked… tired.

He watched as her eyes lit up as she looked at the expanse of empty chairs before her, a small chirp of happiness escaping her as she dropped into the seat nearest to the door. Delicate hands fluttered over the strands of blue hair that had been whipped free of the headband holding the rest back from her face as she tried vainly to contain it again. The yellow of her blouse was bright in the otherwise drab room, its coloring playing up the azure highlights of her hair as if she was a slice of the sunlit sky.

From where he sat, he watched the way her breathing steadied as she collected herself. Just from the few moments she had been in the bus station, her grand entrance ignored only by the the ticket seller, Gajeel could tell she was not the kind of girl that made a habit of frequenting public transport. Hazel eyes settled on him from across the room as the woman finally registered that she wasn’t the only one there. Her delicate brow pulled upwards to her hairline as she appraised him.

The recognition hit him like a freight train as he held the gaze. He had seen her before. Would know the curious coloring of molten honey and periwinkle anywhere. In fact, one of the last stories he’d actually been able to write had been about the very hotel empire she would one day inherit.

Levy McGarden.

Heiress to the Magnolia Hotel dynasty that made her one of the wealthiest women in the country. Wealthy enough to be able to travel in other ways aside from a dingy bus. Interesting.

Now there may be a story, he thought to himself as he stood up from his seat and made his way towards her. Levy’s eyes narrowed as she watched him make his way over, walking with over exaggerated confidence before dropping himself into the seat just to the left of her. The air about her was expectant as she waited for him to say something as she steeled herself for whatever it was he might say. When he didn’t say anything, her gaze hardened to a glare. Time stretched between them as she waited, only making her grow more visibly irritated with each passing second. He bit the inside of his cheek to stop the grin that threatened to crack his lips wide.

“Can I help you?” She asked finally, her voice bell like as she broke the silence first. For added effect, Gajeel looked around before he turned his attention fully towards her, pressing as hand to his chest.

“Me?” He asked innocently.

“You are the only you I could be speaking to,” Levy deadpanned as she crossed her arms over her own chest. Her mouth turned downward in a scowl as she shifted so she was pressed into the opposite side of her seat.

“Nope. I was actually wondering if I could help you out.” He watched as she processed his words, her stare filled with nothing but distrust as she waited for him to elaborate, while he waited for her to prompt him to answer. Another sigh danced between them.

“What do you mean, help me?” Levy’s eyebrow arched dangerously.

“You seem to be lost,” Gajeel said casually, his tone as flippant as he could make it as he led her carefully towards his inevitable victory.

“Lost?”

“I mean, I never thought I’d ever see a McGarden at a bus station.” All of the color drained from her face as her eyes widened, staring at the journalist as her mouth opened and closed wordlessly. Checkmate.

“Now, I imagine there’s a story here,” he continued, not allowing her the opportunity to find a retort. “So I was thinking we could strike a deal. I assume you don’t quite know how to work the bus system, so I’ll help you get to where you’re going, and you give a struggling journalist the story that led you here.”

Silence filled the lobby as they held each others gazes. His, lit by the confidence of having the advantage. Hers, colored by disbelieving disdain.

“And if I refuse?” She finally asked, voice hardened by

“Well something tells me if you’re here, you don’t want to be found. And I know just about everyone that would be looking for you.” It was a slight bluff. Gajeel didn’t actually have any contact for her father. The man was insistent on keep his number out of the hands of the media. But he did know a couple people who could eventually get the information to him. Her glare could cut diamonds as it bore into him, her scowl deepening as she considered her options.

“Fine.”

The single word was a curt thing, made entirely of cut glass that sought to tear his skin. It seemed that Levy had claws hidden behind the demure mask she was known for wearing.

“Excellent,” Gajeel said with a smile as sharp as her tone. “All we need now is this destination of yours and some tickets.”

Another voice answered him, the spotted teen’s voice bored as he finally tore his gaze from his phone to look at the duo in the lobby.

“You guys know that the last bus for the day left like, an hour ago right?”

It was with that disinterested tone that the small victory he had felt was swept from him. Gajeel rolled his eyes upwards, not bothering to even look at the short woman beside him as she groaned loudly at the news.

Of course it had.

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He only wants you for the fortune you’ll inherit.

Her father’s words continued to echo in her mind, spurring her first from the hotel that they were at and then to the bus station just on the outskirts of the small town. Levy had known he wouldn’t approve of her and Erik’s engagement. He hadn’t even approved of their dating, constantly telling her that her then boyfriend was nothing but a fortune hunter that couldn’t be trusted. If she didn’t love Erik so much, she might have stayed with him anyway if only because her father disapproved so vehemently.

But she did love him, a fact that had been made all too apparent when he’d dropped down to one knee one sunny afternoon and finally asked her to marry him. It was the happiest moment of her life, even if it was overshadowed by the fact he had to head back to the city later that evening and she had to go with her father down south for business. Then her father decided to remind her just how against the union he was.

He only wants you for the fortune you’ll inherit.

I’ll prove you wrong, father. I’ll get to him one way or another, and I’ll do it without your money and you’ll see.

You are a foolish girl.

I’ll prove you wrong.

Levy’s plan consisted of three very simple steps: get to the bus station, ride a bus to the city, find her fiancé. It should have been a breeze, the hardest part being choosing between which bus to take, yet something went wrong.

That something wrong being a no good, rotten journalist with a nose for a story and the ability to ruin all of her plans.  

“Do you even know what you’re doing?” Levy asked from where she was now perched atop a short wooden fence. Her eyes were hawklike as she watched the stranger— Gajeel, she reminded herself— standing on the side of the road with his arm held out and his thumb up. It had been almost two hours since they’d left the station after learning that there wouldn’t be another bus until the next afternoon, spurring the journalist to proclaim he knew how they could get going. From where she sat, it seemed he lied.

“Yes, Shrimp,” he huffed, not bothering to turn back and look at her as he continued to stare out at the road. She could only imagine that he was willing some sort of vehicle to materialize before them, if only to protect his ego that took another hit with each passing car. It might have been funny if it didn’t mean another lost opportunity for her to finally get started on her journey to Erik. In the distance, Levy could see the inky silhouette of a truck driving towards them. Silently she made a wager with herself over whether or not the vehicle would stop for the man. If the past 16 cars were any indication, it wouldn’t.

“It’s hitch hiking. You probably don’t know anything about it, being a princess and all."

Honestly, Gajeel was an insufferable man. Armed with an angry scowl and a worn leather jacket, he reminded her of an angry old man trapped in the body of a 25-year-old. She knew the journalist’s name. In fact, she’d loved reading his articles for how in-depth and articulate he was. The love for his craft had come through in the words, carrying the research he’d done and shaping it into stories that were award winning. Levy had made it a point to buy each paper that had a piece of his as the headline, up until that headline had been about an investigation into how her father had come into his fortune.

It was one thing for her to question her father’s ways, it was another entirely for someone else to do it.

“Heiress, actually,” she muttered as she watched the truck barrel by, the wind from its speed blowing Gajeel’s wild hair around his shoulders. The sound of his cursing was drowned out by the roar of the vehicle as it continued down the road and away from them.

“From the looks of it, you don’t quite know anything about it either.”

Her words earned her a loud grunt and a cold glare as Gajeel spun on his heel to face her.

“Then why don’t ya give it a try, Short Stack.” Levy shouldn’t have found herself smiling at the overtly annoyed edge in her companion’s voice. It was unfair to laugh at the man’s misfortune, especially since he was helping her get to Erik. Granted, he was only helping because he wanted something, but it wasn’t like it had been the first time someone had come into her life for the sake of gaining something.

The left corner of her mouth betrayed her as it pulled upwards.

“Don’t mind if I do.”

Hopping down lightly, she made her way towards where he stood watching her with a weary expression.

“Go sit down,” she said as she patted him on the shoulder. “I’ll get us a ride.”

The next 15 minutes were the longest of Levy’s life as she waited for the next car that would come by, and hopefully stop. She wasn’t a very prideful person, but there was something about the wild haired man and his untamed eyes that made her want nothing more than to beat him at this small game they were playing. Gajeel’s stare was almost as hot as the sun above as it bore into her back, neither of them saying anything as they both waited in thick silence. A bead of sweat dripped from her hairline and rolled lazily down her neck as she stared into the horizon, looking for any sign of life.

She was close to caving and breaking the quiet when she’d finally seen the distinct shadow of another truck coming over the hill. Perfect.

Slowly, Levy ran both her hands through her hair, gathering the blue strands into the clutch of her left so that it exposed the long line of her neck to the road. Once it was all gathered, she used her free hand to pull down the shoulder of her blouse so that the expanse of her skin was bared. Leaning her weight to one side so that her hip jutted out just so, she waited until she could hear the roar of the motor before she added the final touch.

With a barely there smile, she leant her head back just slightly as she began to fan at her skin.

Gajeel snorted behind her as she assumed her position, the sound filled with disbelief at her audacity for thinking that was all it would take. He clearly didn’t know the power of a little bit of skin. Almost as if to prove her point, the sound of the truck’s engine grew impossibly loud as it drew close before it began to fade into a gentle purr as it rolled up next to her.

“You lookin’ for a ride, doll?” A thickly accented voice asked through the open window. Her smile was genuine as she dropped her hair and stood straight, imagining the look that must have been etched across Gajeel’s face as he watched the exchange.

Levy- 1, Gajeel- 0, she thought to herself wickedly as she walked towards the truck.

“Me and my friend her were hoping we could hitch a ride with you to the next town,” Levy said, aware that her voice was smug and loud enough for the journalist to hear. “Or at least as close as you can get us.”

The man, who was pleasant enough, agreed to take them to the next town over, with the only stipulation being that the pair ride in the bed of the truck. Levy had not seen an issue with the arrangement, and Gajeel didn’t get a say. Within just a few minutes of the man stopping, they found themselves sat amongst leftover hay and gardening tools with the air whipping through their hair.

“No thank you?” She asked once their ride had picked up speed. Her gaze was trained on Gajeel as he kept his own locked onto the landscape around them. A very small part of her purred in contentment over the displeased pout that had turned his features downward.

“Thanks,” he said gruffly, not bothering to look at her as he spoke. If she hadn’t been waiting to hear his response, she might have missed the words entirely as they were whipped away with the wind.

“And here I thought you were supposed to be helping me.” Levy kept her voice light and teasing as she attempted to goad a response out of him, if only so she could revel in her victory for just a few minutes more. Gajeel may have agreed to help her, and she may have agreed to give him a story, but she never agreed to make it easy. That can be his story, she thought to herself as she watched his onyx hair fly around his shoulders, Levy McGarden is a sore winner.

“Very funny, Shrimp.” His voice said it was anything but.

“I’m serious,” she continued as she tied her hair up to keep it out of her face. “Maybe I don’t need you after all. Can keep my story all to myself.”

The garnet of his eyes flashed as quick as a sword stroke from the scenery towards her in a barely perceptible glance. It was such a fast movement, she almost didn’t see the worry that softened them from the hard rubies they’d been that entire afternoon to silk sheets.

“It was just beginner’s luck,” he grumbled.

“Maybe.” It was her turn to shrug as she leant further back into the wall of the truck bed. “But I’m sure I still could have managed. Contrary to what you may have heard, I’m pretty self-sufficient.”

Waiting for a biting response that didn’t come, she pressed further in search of some answers of her own.

“What I want to know is why you’re so adamant about helping me.”

Gajeel’s sigh was heavy as he finally turned his full attention on her, its intensity sending a shiver dancing down her spine.

“Do I need a reason to want a good story?”

It was Levy’s turn to pause as she leveled him with her own gaze, ignoring the way her skin was erupting with a long line of goosebumps. She should drop the subject now and just play the hand she’d been dealt. There was nothing but danger in trying to untangle the twisted reasoning for the journalist’s help, especially with the way her heart had started to rattle her ribcage. Levy should be throwing up guards of her own.

Instead, she opted to lower her defenses. It’s for the sake of getting what I want, she told herself, ignoring a small voice in the back of her mind that suggested ulterior motives to her thoughts.

“I’ve read your work, Gajeel, I know you have a never-ending supply of good stories.” She allowed her voice to grow soft as she spoke as if she was trying to coax a wild animal closer. “Compared to some of them, mine is hardly worthy of all this work.”

The minutes felt like hours as she waited for a reply that she wasn’t even sure would come as he carefully scrutinized her. His gaze could level fields as he attempted to read the very thoughts in her head, making his decision on whether he could trust her with the truth of his intentions. She almost gave up waiting when she saw the line of his tensed shoulders slacken.

“Recently, writing has been,” he paused again, as he searched for the right word. “Difficult.” Gajeel’s studded brows pulled together as he spoke, almost as if the realization was coming to him as he revealed it to her.

“I haven’t had any inspiration in awhile and it seems I have found the end of my editor’s patience.”

Whatever Levy had thought he would say, that wasn’t it. She’d been ready to hear that he was a headline hungry journalist, ready to pick her life apart for recognition. Would have been ready to accept that he was just opportunistic. Even would have suspected he was just a sadist who happened to make her his next victim. Levy had absolutely not expected for him to have an actual, human reasoning.

Gajeel turned his attention back to the fields the whizzed by them as if he could no longer speak as he looked at her. She didn’t miss the way his hand fisted over his knee as he continued, trying to settle back into an air of indifference to cover up the piece of himself he’d just given her.

“If I don’t find my next story, I get to kiss my job goodbye.” His voice was filled with so much more than the careful nonchalance he tried to exude as he shrugged. She also didn’t miss the way his lips twitched downward, or how a distant sadness darkened the red of his eyes.

Levy didn’t feel bad for him. At least, that’s what she told herself as she chewed on her bottom lip. Her gaze flickered from the flat expanse of land that whizzed by in a blur of various shades of green to find his face. For the first time, she allowed herself to really see him. She noticed the way his jaw was set as if he was constantly waiting to hear bad news, and the severe crimson of his eyes that seemed to see everything as he looked out around them, only missing the way she stared at him now. There was no denying that he was handsome. Handsome in the same way a jungle cat was: nice to look at, but ready to tear any that came too close to shreds.

No, Levy couldn’t feel bad for someone that was so hard and abrasive, knowing all too well that that behavior was what most likely got him into the spot his was in now. Yet, the sadness in his eyes as he’d spoken of losing his job had been something she had known on an intimate level. She understood loss, and loneliness, her own demons crying out as they recognized their brethren in the ruby of his stare.

She swallowed down the small stutter of her heart as his gaze met hers before she could tear it away. The land around them stretched on forever in a darkening sea of shadows as the sun set, the truck driving them to the first stop on their journey.

Once she was certain he’d averted his own stare, Levy let her gaze flicker back towards his face and ignored the way her insides filled with fire.

It was going to be a long ride.

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[ohnohetaliasues]

Lucy or Lisanna? {Fairy Tail Fanfiction} {Ch. 6}

(Kat)

I'M REVIEWING A THING.

I've been doing a lot of school related stuff so I haven't been very active.

In the time I've been gone, I found a freaking Columbine fanfiction (YES YOU READ THAT RIGHT) that I'm incredibly hesitant to review. If I even do, I will be incredibly somber and critical throughout the entire thing. (I found it on LiveJournal)

Anyway, I reread this story since it's been a bit since I reviewed it last.

Natsu POV... It had been 3 days since the Lisanna and I hugging thing happened and the guild thought we were dating now. Lisanna was quite happy about this and asked me if I would date her but I don't know what to say.

Please don't switch tenses.

Lucy is still fighting in her trance and this isn't the time for me to be playing families with Lisanna but we could use each other to lean on for support and when Lucy was awake I would tell her. Plus, when we hugged I felt a connection, a strong one.

DON'T YOU CARE ABOUT LUCY?

Lucy POV... I was out of strength and tired and sad. I was in here fighting the demons and grim reapers while Lisanna and Natsu were dating.

They aren't.

Natsu's busy having a really confusing existential crisis, and Lisanna is busy being thirsty enough to drink an entire freshwater river.

Great. I heard many people talking about it but I haven't seen anything... Yet. Gray visited me quite a few times and told me he loved me.

BUT JUVIA.

I have to admit Gray was on my dating options. So maybe I'll ask him out since he admitted he was nervous.

Gray doesn't usually outright admit weakness. That's out of character for him. But if I recall correctly, didn't Gray say that Lucy was like a sister to him?

But how could Natsu just forget about me? I'm in some sort of coma thing and fighting demons while he is frolicking with Lisanna!

Yeah, I don't understand either, Lucy.

I have to wake up, I want to leave the guild.

BUT YOU LOVE FAIRY TAIL.

FAIRY TAIL IS YOUR HOME.

WHEN IT DISSOLVED AFTER THE WAR WITH TARTAROS YOU KEPT YOUR GUILD MARK.

I don't think I can stand being here if they are dating.

Maybe Gray would come. Happy was upset with Natsu too apparently,he told me Natsu was forgetting about him and not caring about me.

AND THAT IS UNLIKE HIM.

Even Happy thinks more about me than Natsu. Please wake up... Please wake up!

NO. NATSU CARES VERY DEEPLY FOR HIS FRIENDS STOP.

Happy POV...

OH OKAY NOW WE'RE HERE.

I want Lucy to wake up. Lisanna is hogging Natsu's attention and he is starting not to care about Lucy! He is even forgetting about me.. His best friend. He didn't feed me the last too nights so I had to eat at the guild.

Happy usually feeds himself, but okay.

Mira's cooking was even starting to decrease in yumminess. I have mash potato and it was soggy and lumpy. I want Lucy back because she cares and she will feed me.

I question the logic of this story.

Natsu POV... Lucy is slowly starting to depart from my mind. I confirmed with Lisanna that we are dating and she is more clingy than ever but I don't mind.

NATSU NO YOU'RE A BETTER PERSON THAN THIS.

I wish Lucy would come back, then I wouldn't have to look after happy. Wait! What was I saying? I love Happy. When did I last feed the poor exceed.... 2 nights ago. Geez, I've been too caught up in Lisanna. I need to snap back to reality. Lucy is battling in there and I'm dancing around!

YES. WAKE UP. LISANNA IS POSSESSED OR SOMETHING THIS IS UNLIKE HER.

I have never wanted to hit someone over the head with a steel beam more than I do right at this very second.

(Interruption!

Oh good, I hate it when authors do this.

Sorry about this but I was thinking of publishing one or two a day so comment of what u think of this idea 😜 back to the story...)

I think you should actually watch or read Fairy Tail to find out how to write in character.

Normal POV... Everyone says their goodbyes to Lucy

But she's not dead.

She's in a coma for no reason.

as they make there way home from the guild. Everyone except Makarov, Gray and Happy had gone home. No one was in the room with Lucy but she slowly felt as if she was being dragged through thick sheets of water until she broke the surface panting heavily.

Personally, I'd like to see a 'thick sheet of water' myself.

Gray rushed in with Happy by his side. Makarov was still in his office and did not hear anything. Gray sat on the side of the bed while Happy landed on her stomach.

Who's stomach? As far as I knew, Gray was male.

" Lucy you died again! You promised you wouldn't and I haven't been fed for three days! Natsu is dating Lisanna and he doesn't care about anyone else anymore!"

We're just going farther and farther down the rabbit hole.

Happy cried into Gray's arm. "It's true" muttered Gray while scruffiness Happy's head.

How do you 'scruffiness' something? It sounds painful.

" I'm leaving the guild, you guys wanna come?"

Wow, you're surprisingly chipper.

Lucy announced despite the sad aura in the room. Gray nodded and Happy replied with a "As long as you never forget me like Natsu did!". "Never" Lucy confirmed.

Gray POV... Natsu went on a mission with Lisanna and Erza so they weren't a problem.

No offense to anyone who likes Lisanna, but she's utterly useless. She has won a grand total of zero battles, and whenever she is in one, she ends up needing to be rescued. Her strongest attack is a sexy cat.

Put some clothes on. You're leaving your body completely vulnerable by basically wearing your underwear.

Yes, people could argue that Lucy is the same, but she actually has a personality and good character development.

But why would powerhouses like Erza and Natsu go on a mission with her? Sure, they're her friends, but they aren't on her team, and frankly they outrank and outclass her.

I felt strange leaving my home. But I would follow Lucy anywhere

BUT

WHAT

ABOUT

JUVIA?!?!?!?!?!?!

and that anywhere ended up being a new guild we made on the other side of Magnolia called Celice...

??????????????????

Magnolia already has two guilds: Fairy Tail and Twilight Ogre. It doesn't need a third which was created because Natsu was charmed by possessed Lisanna.

WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST JOIN BLUE PEGASUS OR LAMIA SCALE OR SOMETHING? YOU HAVE FRIENDS THERE!

Anyway, that wraps up this review. I'm going to do the next chapter in a bit, so stay tuned!

~Kat

[carolina-writings]

Like It’s Your Birthday

Long, angsty harry piece I wrote with fluff at the end of course! Enjoy XO

When you were a small child, your birthday was your favorite day of the year. Always filled with pancake breakfasts, helium balloons, and handmade cards from your family - the day was one out of the year where you were celebrated. A day that your parents were able to put aside their marital problems, and your siblings would put aside their busy lives to make you, their youngest baby, feel special. 

But as you grew older, your birthday lost it’s novelty. Your parents eventually were unable to even play nice one day out of the year, and your siblings lives’ grew busier. It didn’t bother you, as you understood life moved on and people were busy; so by age 10 you learned that birthdays didn’t really matter. 

While other children in your 5th grade class would share about their birthday dinner at a fancy steakhouse, you’d sit quietly, thinking about your own celebratory meal of reheated leftovers and the silence of your dad’s empty apartment. I don’t need to be celebrated - I’m not that special, you’d think to yourself, trying to curb the feeling of disappointment upon not receiving even a text from your mother.

When you first started dating Harry, he never understood your opposition to the day. He’d tease you about it, unrelentingly bugging you until you finally agreed to let him do something. Your first birthday with him, only 3 months into the relationship, it took him a week to convince you to go out to dinner. 

Now, three years later, you’re beginning to love the day again. Harry always goes out of his way to make you feel special, reminding you that it’s not a terrible thing to allow yourself to be celebrated every once in a while. 

So when you came home from work on your special day, you had whole heartedly expected Harry to be waiting there for you. Especially considering the fact that he was gone when you woke, and hadn’t texted you a peep, regarding the birthday at least. 

But when you walk into the apartment to find it empty, your stomach sinks. No, you think, he would never forget. He must be planning something, throwing you off to make you think he forgot. That’s more like it.

Mid-thought, your phone buzzes. 

From: Harry 

Why don’t you have some pals over tonight? I’ll be home late. Happy Friday xx 

You sigh at the message, immediately taking your phone out and calling your best friend, Violet. If Harry truly was planning something, you wanted to know. Although it was looking less and less likely. 

“Vi,” you nearly shout as she answers. “I have a question.” 

“Well damn, birthday bitch!” she responds, laughing. She’s clearly on the subway, chaos ringing in the background of her call. “What’s up?” 

“Okay it sounds weird but,” you pause, thinking of how to phrase this. “Is Harry planning anything for me? For my birthday? Because he hasn’t acknowledged it at all, and that’s not like him.” 

Her sharp breath and mumbled “fucking asshole” is all you need. 

“I’m gonna come over,” she assures you, as you feel tears brimming your eyes. “I’m sure he’s just busy. But I will bring wine and pad thai and more wine.” 

You sniffle, heart hurting and anger swirling. How could he do this to you? Make you finally excited for a birthday, and then leave you in the dust just like your parents would. 

“Ok,” you head upstairs to change out of work clothes and into sweats. “You’re the best.” 

“Girl, I know.” 

Within an hour, Violet was bursting to your apartment with an obscene amount of junk food and wine, her free arm open to pull you into a hug. 

“I brought two bottles of pinot grigio for you,” she smiles. “And one for myself. Drink up, bitch. Forget him.” 

“A savior,” you sniffle, reaching for the bag in question, popping open a bottle and chugging the liquid straight. “I need to be drunk.” 

“Slow down, kid,” she grabs the bottle from your fish-like lips, tilting it down, laughing at the amount already consumed. You two are set up on the couch, wine and food in hand, watching a film. “You haven’t even eaten anything yet. No puking on my watch.” 

“He fucking forgot my birthday, Vi. After everything.” 

“Look, you know me, I’m honest,” she takes another bite from her food, sitting on your counter. “Harry can be a lot of things. He can be grumpy, he can be scattered, he can be a bit of a dick at times; but there’s one thing that I know and it’s that he loves you with all of his fucking heart and soul. Everything he’s got. So yeah, he fucked up, but he loves you.” 

You simply nod, taking another swig of wine. By now, you’re about 3/4 of the way done with bottle #1, and the effects aren’t lost on you and your hot cheeks. 

Just as you were about to respond, the door opened, signaling Harry was home. His Chelsea boots clamored across the wooden kitchen, humming a casual tune as he heads towards the living room where you’re laid out on the floor, chugging the rest of your wine. 

“Oi!” he greets the two of you, taking a seat on the couch in front of you, playfully resting his feet on your stomach. You furrow your eyebrows up at him, pushing them away from you. “This Steel Magnolias?” 

“Yeah,” Violet answers the question, knowing it was unlikely you would satisfy his smalltalk with an answer. “We were gonna watch Sixteen Candles, but this was on.” 

Kicking your friend at the forgotten birthday reference, you polish off the bottle, earning an eyebrow raise from your boyfriend. 

“Full bottle?” he jokes, clearly not realizing that he’s the issue here. “Who pissed you off? Was it tha’ guy from work, wha’s his name? Buggin’ you again?” 

“No Harry,” you say coldly, sitting up to face him completely. You were ready for a fight now. He still has no idea. “Some absolute dickhead forgot my birthday! Which normally, I’d be fine with. I’m used to disappointment. Except for this said dickhead finally taught me to enjoy birthdays again, and then got so wrapped up in his life that he left me disappointed, yet again. Like when I was a kid.” 

Harry’s eyes fill with guilt immediately upon realizing what he’s done, but his jaw clenches with anger at your drunken rant. 

“Bloody hell” he sighs, running a hand through his hair as his voice grows a bit louder. “I’m fuckin’ trying! Tryin’ to balance everything. My career, my family, my personal life, you. It’s all too fuckin’ much!” 

“Oh look at you, Mr. Rockstar!” you mock him. “We get it, you’re fucking busy, but it’s one day. ONE. Even your fucking AUNT sent me flowers, but not even a peep from you!”

“I’m gonna go,” Violet whispers, quietly ducking out as you square up to your boyfriend, your hand planting firmly on your hip. “Call me tomorrow, don’t kill each other. You quite like each other.”

Harry simply shakes his head as you wave her out, standing and turning to pace in the kitchen. You stand up, following him, the alcohol running through your veins making you braver and more combative than usual. 

“‘m sorry! I wouldn’ hurt you,” his words are sweet, but his tone is still angry. “You know tha’. You know it wasn’ intentional.” 

“Doesn’t make it hurt any fucking less, Harry! You left me in the dust, just like my family used to! I thought you were different.” 

He rubs his hands over his eyes dramatically before slamming both fists down on the counter in rage, tears brimming his eyes. 

“Fuck,” is all he whispers, realization hitting him. “You mean everythin’ to me. You have to know that. Please, please tell me you know that.” 

“I do.” 

“I fucked up,” his anger suddenly turns to sadness. As if admitting his wrongdoing lifted his defensiveness off of his shoulder and leaves him with the reality of the situation. “’m so sorry, my love. I’m trying so hard.” 

You inch towards him, all of your rage disappearing at the sight of a single tear streaming down his cheek. A tear that opens the floodgates for even more tears, which compels you to wrap your arms around him, your face resting on his back. 

“We all fuck up sometimes,” you whisper, kissing between his shoulder blades. “I still love you.” 

He turns and looks down at you, eyes red and cheeks stained. You kiss his lips softly, running a thumb over his cheek. 

“It’s jus’ all so much,” he whispers. “I’m tryin’, though. Really am. I’ll do better on our anniversary. And next year.” 

You chuckle a little, kissing him again, and again. The alcohol in your bloodstream tells you to deepen the kiss, hands tangling in his hair and pulling him down closer to you. 

“There’s nothing you could do that would make me stop loving you,” you whisper, looking into his eyes before placing a peck on his nose. “Even when I hate you, I still love you.” 

“Would you still love me if I looked like this?” he inquires, using his finger to upturn his nose and flash you a goofy grin. 

“Yes,” you kiss his knuckle, resting your head on his chest. “Now please, my love, let’s get to bed.” 

“I have jus’ the presen’ for you,” he smirks, slapping your ass cheekily and pecking at your neck. “Y’know, it’s still your birthday for 23 more minutes. I can give you a happy endin’, babe.” 

“Maybe we shouldn’t even try to get upstairs then,” you smirk, hopping up on the kitchen counter, allowing him to consume you with his kisses. “Let’s celebrate my happy ending right here.” 

And you did. 

[sweet-ree]

10 QUESTIONS

I was tagged by the adorable @estalfaed , the beautiful (literally, have you seen her selfies?) @scientistsalarian , and the always funny @natalia-nat-shepard for this. Thank you guys! This is going to take a month to type, I almost wrote it out by hand, lol.  So, yeah, this is super long, sorry! If I can figure out how after all the wine I”ll make a cut. I relaly had fun with this. there are few things I won’t answer - mostly due to not remembering that far back - but I think those masturbation questions from the nsfw ask that went around a few weeks ago cover half of them :p.  ANYWAY… Here’s the deal. 

RULES: ANSWER 10 QUESTIONS, THEN TAG PEOPLE WITH 10 QUESTIONS OF YOUR OWN.

@estalfaed

1. Dream vacation location?

Greece and the islands, a tour of the temples and ruins. That was my major in college, I should probably see them in person during my lifetime.

2. Who did you save - Kaidan or Ashley?

HA! Nothing against Ashley but I saved Kaidan AND I ALWAYS WILL! He is one of my two favorite imaginary husbands, my biotic booty, and just thinking about him makes my hands start with the pinchy grabby motions. which makes typing difficult :)

3. What is your favorite dessert?

It’s called Charlotte Russe. There are many different versions of it, but mine is the best, LOL. When I make it, it is basically a gelatinized custard, fluffled with whipped cream, spike with a shitload of sherry, and lined with cakey lady fingers. Decadent and rich and difficult enough to make that nobody else bothers and thus loves it when I bring it over.

4.What is a MUST-HAVE in a prospective partner?

I try not to be serious. Like EVER. I have alays demanded a compatible sense of humor. I love to laugh. It is important to me and my well being. Now, I am married, and the days where we do not make each other laugh hard at least once are few and far between.

5. Which was your favorite Dr. Who companion (if you watched the show)?

I’ve watched a bit through the years. My favorite companion was Rose. Mostly because I liked Billie Piper from another show she was in Secret Diary of a Call Girl, lol. It was fun, I liked her, so shes my fav.

6. A salt circle is good for keeping out what?

Um, I have no idea. But its great for making my margaritas more delicious!! 

7.Favorite Movie? 

This was a toughie. I didn’t want to say it, but its gotta be Star Wars original trilogy. I grew up with it. One night - long story short - my friend passed out on my floor. I put Star Wars on the dvd player and freshy cooked bacon by her face so she would have ‘Star Wars Bacon Dreams’. At the time, I thought I was being the BESTEST friend ever, LOL. She was just really confused when she woke up with bacon in her hair XD

8.If you could have any superpower, what would it be? 

ooh, cool question. I’ve thought about this a lot actually and never come to a decision. one the one hand, I REALLY want to fly. But I think I’d have to go with selective mind reading. I’m seriously nosy as all get out! So you can see the appeal of this for me, LOL.  can be discreet - with other peoples information.

9. You have 3 paths before you, one leads to a misty forest, one leads to a ruined castle, and the last leads to a quiet lagoon. Which do you choose?

The forest is right out - there are spiders in there, and hell no. The castle is tempting for the history, but its probably too spooky for me, I’m going with the lagoon. I LOVE water! Yes, there are probably spiders there too, but I think I can deal with them because of the promise of cool clean water to float in. priorities.

10. If you could see your future, good, bad and in between, would you want to?

My first response was yes. But I changed it. If I couldn’t change the outcome, I wouldn’t want to know because I’d be constantly frustrated. Also, if you don’t make mistakes, you don’t grow as a person. I know that sounds philosophical and dumb, but I’ve been told I’m basically a 12 year old in a 40 year old body. Apparently I need all the personal growth I can get. LOL

NOW THE QUESTIONS FROM @natalia-nat-shepard :)

1. If you could be a character in ME series, which class would you choose?

I’m a sniper in video games by nature. Its kinda my thing, my MO. I actually played all ME as a soldier so I’d have a good reason to keep Kaidan on my squad for 2 of the games. I’m gonna say soldier, but I intend to go back and try out the biotics and all the infiltrator stuff. Though being a soldier never kept me from having other soldier types (Wrex, Grunt, and James) in my squad!

2.Had any exotic/extraordinary pets? 

I had a pet snake in college, he was adorable and named Yossarian. He escaped his cage and lived behind my radiator for months. My roommate was livid, but she was the anti-me and I didn’t care :)  I never did get him back, By the time I got around to it, he was gone. My first pet after I truly lived on my own was a bunny named Chadwick. She was the cutest! 

3.You’re phones ringtone is? 

Really fucking lame. Its the old school phone sound that I grew up with., I keep meaning to change it, but never get around to it because nobody ever calls me. Eventually it’ll be Lady Marmalade 

4. If you could get anything right now, what would it be?

I want a puppy. Actually I want two because they need friends. I want 2 teacup pomeranian puppies. I have chosen the breed, my family decided they get to choose the names… the front runners are Godzilla, and Lord Poof Destroyer of Worlds. #help me

5.Do you remember your first fictional crush?

Yes, yes I do. The real question is do I want to reveal it? Fine. It was Mark from Battle of the Planets. ROFL. Yes, I used to climb our giant magnolia tree that made the perfect spaceship and pretend I was Princess and basically talk to myself all day, LOL. NO REGRETS

6.Your biggest fear is…

Serious things? Failing my children as a mother. I want them to be happy and healthy and smart and cultured and prepared and badass. Slightly less serious? My biggest fears are burning alive and GODDAMN SPIDERS!!! 

7. Phrase from a video game which became like a mantra to you?

LOL! There are few. Just sayin, I’ve been playing video games for a REALLY long time. A few phrases stuck with me all these years. #1 “It is dark. You are likely to be eaten by a grue.” Y’all are too young for the Zork text games eh? #2 “I’m here to kick ass and chew bubblegum and I’m all out of bubblegum.” Gotta love Duke Nukem. #3 “Strap yourselves in boys” from StarCraft. #4 “I never asked for this.” Adam Jensen, first imaginary husband. Those are just the ones that come up in my everyday life.

8. Post a gif/smiley face/emoji of your current mood.

Super cool question, I’m totally stealing it! But here… no surprise

9. The best movie you;ve ever watched?

I gotta go with Steel Magnolias. I know its supposed to be a tear jerker, but honestly, I see it as a comedy. I see me and my bestie in the roles of those two ornery old ladies in 40+ years. I think about it all the time in my real life. I know people who can fill almost every role in that movie. But, mainly, “Don’t ask me those questions! I don’t know why. I don’t make the rules!” and “well you know what they say: if you don’t have anything nice to say about anybody, come sit by me.” Yes, I’m terrible. I want ALL THE GOSSIP! but I don’t spread it without permission!

10. You’re introvert or extrovert?

I can’t decide if I’m an introverted extrovert or an extroverted introvert. I meed my alone time or I’m a bitch on wheels. But, I need my social time or I lose my mind. I’ve read descriptions of both, neither seem to work. so I’m torn. whatever, labels, ugh

OK, on to the really tough questions posed by the kick ass @scientistsalarian! These were the hardest, and I’m not sure I can answer them all even now, after a few weeks when I forgot to do it… oops :P 

1.If you could cross any two animals and keep the result as a pet, what would they be?

I gotta say hamster and bunny. can you imagine a teeny tiny bunny as a pet? It really doesn’t get much cuter than that.

2. What is the oddest thing that attracts you to someone else (romantically or platonically)?

FUCK! That’s tough one, LOL

3. Who always makes you smile?

There are two answers to this. One is a new friend here on tumblr who is fucking hilarious. I’ll keep his name to myself, but he likes to think he’s boring. HA! I smile every time I read one of his messages. The other is a local friend. She says we’re twins… except I’m not Hispanic or catholic. Those are easy to overlook. She always gets me in trouble. We can be in the middle of a karate class and she and I are turning everything the instructor says into a dirty joke XD. AAAHHHHH a dirty mind is a terrible thing to waste!

4.Do you like spicy food?

YES YES YES! Not SO spicy that my tastebuds burn to dust, but if its spicy and I can still taste the floavor, bring it on!!! Put jalapenos on anything and make it better! Hey, not many people know this… champagne goes great with a burger with hot pepper cheese and fries dipped in Henry Bain sauce! Just sayin.

5.What person has had the biggest influence on your life?

6.Favorite Comedian?

hmmm, Dennis Leary was my favorite for a long time. But I think the one that stands out most is Eddy Murphy and Raw. I watched that with my dad when I was in high school. Most of what I remember is that it was all about sex and I was trying to appear like I didn’t get the joke! Seriously, I REALLY didn’t want my dad asking me why I was laughing at all the oral sex jokes ;D  No, Dad, I have no idea what he’s talking about <snicker><eye roll> yeah, I don’t think he bought the whole “innocent routine”

7.If you had the power to make one fictional character real, who would you choose?

another toughie. Could I guarantee that this character would be my LI? Then no second thought, Adam Jensen! Well, maybe second though Kaidan Alenko. But if I as trying to be altruistic… I’d say Shepard. This world needs someone who can do what has t be done and say fuck you at the end of it… of course that is all based on MY opionion of what has to be done…

8.What song is your guilty pleasure?

LOL. Its a guilty pleasure so I don’t want to tell you… I have a few. Basically anything by FloRida, I can dance or run to that. There is also the ooccasional Grateful Dead when I’m drinking and cooking. But I think my main guilty pleasure is anything by Hatsune Miku, especially Ievan Polka. I took my daughter to her concert in Chicago last year and it was the coolest thing i’ve ever seen in my life! The singer was a damn hologram! wtf. it was amazing.

9.You now have the power to grant the hiccups to anyone at anytime. How do you use this power for maximum comedic effect/chaos?

ROFL. Easy. Trump rally/speech/whatevcer. Anything to keep me from hearing what that jackass spews on a regular occasion.

10. How quickly do you fall in love?

Unfortunately its too quickly. I’m kinda old, and I’ve been around the block a few times. Ive been in love a good handful of times. Some lasted some didn’t. I’m married with children now. But that falling in love thing, its still too easy.

Now, the hard part. Coming up with my own questions and tagging other.s  I’m totally stealing the questions I found most intriguing. I’m tagging people I’m curious about and I KNOW haven’t been tagged for this yet. I’m also atgging people I know won’t answer, but tough shit. If nothing else, it makes me happy to think about you thinking about these answers even if in your own mind only… that made sense in my head… whatecver

NEW QUESTIONS

1. What’s your sign? Birthday?

2. Favorite cocktail? (If you don’t drink, favorite concoction?)

3. Do you have any special/unusual/secret talents? 

4. What is a personal accomplishment you are proud of? Did anyone tell you that you couldn’t do it?

5. What is your favorite stuffed animal? Current please (and don’t tell me you don’t have any, I’m over 40 and I have lots incl a giant Appa, I wont believe you) LOL

6. Favorite fic writers?

7. Phrase from a video game which became like a mantra to you? (one of my favorite questons!)

8. Who was your first fictional crush? (another favorite)

9. Any kinks you’d like to share?

10. Post a gif/smiley face/pic/emoji of your current mood.

You guys tagging me makes me feel special. I am thrilled to think that someone cares about these things. If I don’t tag you, and you want to answer, please do!!! I’m so fucking nosy, LOL. If I tag you and you have NO INTEREST in this stuff, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE let me know so I don’t tag you again - I know some of you have dedicated blogs and don’t want this crap on them. sorry for duplicate tags, its too hard to keep track of this shit.  So, @thebustystclair @conartist23 @javixr @blueteaparty @nightmarestudio606 @missannaraven @bardofheartdive @hiroike @humblydefiant @gayscottryder @izzabellatee @willowdeville @saphistar @shotce @skartoargento @mshenkoaddiction @arkesstuff @ellebeedarling

As ALWAYS no expectations! Take it for what it is, Me being curious :)

[papermoth-bird-blog]

Nashville: Laces get tangled.

Like the hills of the city itself, I’ve found myself going through some ups & downs over the past few days. Though I’ve been getting up really early still, I’ve found myself slow to start the actual day. At night too, I’ve been watching some southern-themed movies (Ballad of Buster Scruggs & Steel Magnolias) instead of partying at Honky-Tonks (which kinda scare me... just not into the excessive drinking). We’ve been able to rope some other folks into going to Mexico last minute, which is fun. I’m definitely getting more excited for that leg of the journey now that it’s being laid out. The Jungle & the cenotes are definitely taking centre stage in my daydreams. 

I’m craving the countryside. I need to hug a tree. or ride a horse. or pet a dog or something. I went to Centennial park for a picnic (where the Parthenon is) & it still didn’t do quite the trick. I really hope I can go on some hikes in Texas. I did hear there were some really great spots in the greenbelt. If I said Nashville was walkable earlier- I should add it is, but not for the faith of heart or easily tired. The sprawl is real, so are the rolling hills. Especially in the east. It’s very much a car-town. With that- I’ve noticed a lot of people have really dark tints on all their windows- like they all have secrets or something. Theres also a drive-through everything- including Krispy-Kreme & banks.

I’ve found myself a little more lonely here- but maybe I’m just picking up on the general vibration of the city. Like New York, Nashville is definitely a city of broken dreams. My date from the other day (Shibby) said that apparently 100 people move here a day. I suppose they are all chasing something by coming here, and many many many of them end up chewed-up and spit-out. Even the ones that are skirting by sometimes play for empty rooms. It kinda makes me really sad. Everyone seems lonely in that way. But I mean, just as I start to feel realllly sad, a lady scream over the fence of the daycare she was working at and said “I HAVE TO TELL YOU, YOU LOOK SO CUTE I COULD HUG YOU MISS.” So, there were reasons to smile again.

Nashville definitely has a charm to it though. The Murals are beautiful & there is plenty more art to see in the museums (the frist) & little boutiques. Fashion is definitely real here too- and let me tell you I got into some trouble at Buffalo Exchange. After that, I promised myself I wouldn’t buy anything else, but I did wander through a few other stores with my eyes half closed. I mean- the weather has been great too honestly. Today was as hot as a summer day in Nova Scotia. Yet, I’ve seen a few people wearing full blown coats (with fur trim!) while I busy sweating in my overalls. Also, the Magnolia trees here are so huge! I literally had a lump in my throat looking at them (they are my favourite). The Forsythia is in bloom too (my second favourite). 

I walked around East Nashville today for a bit of a grounding excersize. That’s where more of the artists tend to live. I had lunch at a cute spot called Sky Blue. (Where I overheard a man say “our species isn’t designed for socialism. It’ll just never work! It’s impossible!” Which I couldn’t help but laugh out loud at.)  There I pondered many of the things that have been coming up for me emotionally lately & really reeling over the strange things/happenstances that the universe has been sending my way. And I’ll say, I can’t get into all of them, cause some of them are far too strange & I haven’t been able to fully process them myself, but I will say one.

So over the past few days I’ve been trying to vaguely figure out if I was going to go to California or not. I had to decide because I needed to pick and airport to fly out of for Mexico. Anyways, my uncle Eric lives in Venice Beach, so I reached out to him to see if I could stay with him & if he had any ideas of things I should get up to. He told me I’d love San Francisco & Santa Cruz. San Francisco, though a place I’ve always wanted to go, is a little more north than I can justify wandering on my way to Mexico, so I decided to look into Santa Cruz. 

I don’t know much about the place, to be honest, although I definitely know people that have spent time there. So I decide to watch some cheesy montage-travel vlogs on the ol’ Youtube. I’m watching one, half asleep, when I kinda had to take a double-take. For all of two seconds, who do I see playing a banjo & base drum on the side of the road in random Santa Cruz?? Nick. Nick Shoulders. One of the musicians I met in New Orleans. So I messaged him all “I don’t mean to be weird but.. is this you??” Praying that he understood that the universe was a prankster that likes you psyche you out, and that he’d understand I wasn’t a weird stalker. Of course, he did ask “HOW THE HECK DID YOU FIND THAT?” It’s literally two seconds in this random video on the internet. His name isn’t anywhere near it- like I’m sure the guy that made the video doesn’t even know Nick. Anyways, turns out he lived in Santa Cruz for a year in his van. The world is freaky and small & getting smaller everyday. I both find that a little suffocating & also a little cosy (depending on my mood). Anyways, I might have to take that as a sign and go there- I mean--- **something** is flashing big flashing lights in that direction for some reason. Nick said I’d be able to find some good country/dancey type shows there too. 

I still feel the universe being on my side, ushering me along on this trip. I mean the radio has been playing all my favourite songs, like a reminder that home is a feeling that can live inside me. I do feel some homesickness, though.  (Then I think of going back to work, and some of the dramas unfolding in Halifax and I KNOW I’m not ready to go back yet). I’ve been talking to many of *my people* on the phone. And making an effort to meet people here too. You can’t force friendship though. I’m definitely feeling super grateful to have the friends & the life that I do back home- I mean it’s prettttty dope. I’m spoiled by it all. Meeting new people definitely helps remind me of that. They all give me such strange looks- as if I’m making it up. But I just laugh- cause it is stranger than fiction in so many ways, even if it is a bit messy at times. 

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• A Christian might drink only ginger ale at the tavern bar, but there he is already on the way to drinking beer and whiskey. The girl who attends a ball but never dances a step, will soon surrender her body to the lustful embrace of every casual male acquaintance as other dancers do. – John R. Rice • After all, Ginger Rogers did everything that Fred Astaire did. She just did it backwards and in high heels. – Ann Richards • And then there were cats, thought Dog. He’d surprised the huge ginger cat from next door and had attempted to reduce it to cowering jelly by means of the usual glowing stare and deep-throated growl, which had always worked on the damned in the past. This time they had earned him a whack on the nose that had made his eyes water. Cats, Dog considered, were clearly a lot tougher than lost souls. He was looking forward to a further cat experiment, which he planned would consist of jumping around and yapping excitedly at it. It was a long shot, but it just might work. – Terry Pratchett • Are you not aware that my profession involves beating the living hell out of some poor-unfortunate wearing nothing more than a pair of green lycra knicks? I’m practically naked each time I step in the ring. But I tend to cover up my privates in public. No one likes ginger pubes. – Sheamus • As a dancer I couldn’t outdance Ginger Rogers or Eleanor Powell. As a singer I’m no rival to Doris Day. As an actress I don’t take myself seriously…I’m the girl the truck drivers love. – Betty Grable • As Gloria Steinem said about Ginger Rogers: She was doing everything Fred Astaire was doing, just doing it backwards in high heels. Well, Southern women are doing and enduring what other women have to do and endure, but (at least until recently) they had to do it in heels and hats and white gloves and makeup and a sweet smile, with maybe a glass of bourbon and a cigarette to get them through the magnolia part of being a steel magnolia. – Michael Malone

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[clickbank-storefront-bestselling] • Gimme a visky with a ginger ale on the side – and don’t be stinchy, beby. – Greta Garbo • Ginger Rogers was one of the worst, red-baiting, terrifying reactionaries in Hollywood. – Joseph Losey • He boils milk with fresh ginger, a quarter of a vanilla bean, and tea that is so dark and fine-leaved that it looks like black dust. He strains it and puts cane sugar in both our cups. There’s something euphorically invigorating and yet filling about it. It tastes the way I imagine the Far East must taste. – Peter Høeg • He’s of the colour of the nutmeg. And of the heat of the ginger…. he is pure air and fire; and the dull elements of earth and water never appear in him, but only in patient stillness while his rider mounts him; he is indeed a horse, and all other jades you may call beasts. – William Shakespeare • I always have a beard between jobs. I just let it grow until they pay me to shave it. People are quite surprised it’s ginger. Sometimes they ask me if dye my hair and I always say ‘Wow, no!’ I’m ‘trans-ginger.’ – James McAvoy • I bought one of those anti-bullying wristbands when they first came out. I say ‘bought’, I actually stole it off a short, fat ginger kid. – Jack Whitehall • I drink a lot of everything; beer while watching football. I have a taste for whiskey, but Jack Daniels and ginger is about as fancy as it gets with me. – Jeff Gannon • I grew up watching old musicals and seeing Ginger Rogers wearing a beautiful fitted bodice that had ostrich feathers. I love how it moved when she danced. Theatrical pieces like that stayed with me. I wanted to grow up to wear those kinds of things. – Gina Torres • I have been wearing black, which was a reaction to the Ginger thing. But now I have hopes and I can be anything. Tomorrow I might be naked with a feather boa, who knows? – Geri Halliwell • I have to be a ginger for 3 weeks. – Katy Perry • I haven’t shaved my private parts, but I dyed them once for a laugh! They looked more ginger, though! – Lee Ryan • I loved old black and white movies, especially the Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers musicals. I loved everything about them – the songs, the music, the romance and the spectacle. They were real class and I knew that I wanted to be in that world. – Sharon Stone • I personally don’t think ginger men have a habit of being attractive. We have to make ourselves seem attractive by doing stuff. – Ed Sheeran • I put out a good 10 different types of drinks for them and they just said, “Oh, okay, so it’s just one choice.” One choice? I gave you Coke, Pepsi, Ginger Ale, Sprite. They saw that as one choice. Now why was that one choice? Because they felt, well, it was just all soda. – Sheena Iyengar • I really enjoy making dinner for my kids and my husband – chopping ginger and marinating the tofu. – Sadie Frost • I’d love to play Neil Kinnock. Because of my ginger hair, I thought that was a possibility. He’s a hero and a villain in most people’s eyes, but I’d like to do that, I think I’d be right for it. – Jason Flemyng • If I could eat only one thing for the rest of my life, it would be rhubarb fool, which I make with ginger and a hint of elderflower cordial. – Sebastian Faulks • If I had to rate myself between one and 10? If you’re a gingerist and like ginger guys, I guess I’m a seven, with make-up on maybe an eight. If you’re not a gingerist, I’m probably a six, six and a half. – Jason Flemyng • If there is one thing of which I am most proud, it’s that I made being ginger cool! – Rupert Grint • I’ll always be the ginger one from Harry Potter. – Rupert Grint • I’m ginger, so it’s hard to rate me – Jason Flemyng • I’m half Scottish, half Welsh and I regard red hair as perfectly ordinary. And to set the record straight, contrary to reports, he has never referred to himself as the ‘Ginger Ninja’. – Helen McCrory • I’m just some irritating, lying, ginger kid from Cornwall who should have been locked up in some youth detention centre. I just managed to escape and blag it into music. – Aphex Twin • I’m out here to represent the gingers, the gypsies, and the outcasts. Because I am all of the above, and I’m all about having a great time. – Neon Hitch • I’m quite sexy – if you like gingers. – Jason Flemyng • I’m so proud to be part of Harry Potter and even prouder to be representing the gingers. – Rupert Grint • In England we burnt redheads at the stake, because we thought they were witches. There are still young redheads in Britain getting ripped for having red hair. ‘Oy, Ginger!’ – Damian Lewis • Inside my heart, there’s a 12-year-old girl who has always wanted to be Ginger Rogers. – Samantha Bond • I’ve always been quite a proud ginger so I couldn’t dye it and betray the other gingers. – Rupert Grint • I’ve had years of teasing about my red hair, but I definitely think it toughened me up. If you’re ginger, you end up pretty quick-witted. – Ed Sheeran • I’ve never had food in my fridge. All I have in my fridge is one shelf of Canada Dry ginger ale, Diet Cokes on the next shelf, and ZeroWater on the next shelf. That is it. – Brigid Berlin • Jamaica has the best coffee, the best sugar, the best ginger and some of the best cocoa in the world. – Chris Blackwell • Last time I was sick, the guy I was seeing brought me a bottle of ginger ale… and expected me to pay him back for it. ~Jaime Vegas – Kelley Armstrong • Money can’t buy you love, but it can get you some really good chocolate ginger biscuits. – Dylan Moran • My dog, Ginger, is jumpy-like me-sensitive to sound and sudden movement. She wasn’t that way at first, but not long after we got her, my grandfather told me to stand still outside and hold her leash tight. Then he shot a gun off by our feet, several times. “This is how girls learn to obey,” he said, “how to be seen and not heard.” – Mira Bartok • My father said once that if I didn’t have my mother’s ginger hair, I wouldn’t blush or curse as easily. Which I though was unfair. I hardly ever curse or blush, even though I’ve had plenty of days that required both. – Maggie Stiefvater • My favorite ginger is Prince Harry! – Andy Cohen • My fridge is really just vegan: coconut water, Gatorade (my favorite!), cucumbers, mint, kale, vegetables, ginger, and wheat grass. – Serena Williams • My ginger tabby cat Oscar – he’s got his own passport – he comes everywhere with me. – Ashley Madekwe • My husband calls me a ginger every single day of my life, so that Im completely used to it, and Ive come to see it as a term of endearment. – Jayma Mays • My mother told me I was dancing before I was born. She could feel my toes tapping wildly inside her for months. – Ginger Rogers • Nose, nose, jolly red nose,And who gave thee that jolly red nose?Nutmegs and ginger, cinammon and cloves;And they gave me this jolly red nose. – Francis Beaumont • Now, many of us in the Labour Party are conservationists – and we all love the red squirrel. But there is one ginger rodent which we never want to see again – Danny Alexander. – Harriet Harman • Of course, Ginger was able to accomplish sex through dance. We told more through our movements instead of the big clinch. We did it all in the dance. – Fred Astaire • Oh, God, I’m so lonely. An entire weekend streching ahead with no one to love or have fun with. Anyway, I don’t care. I’ve got a lovely steamed ginger pudding from M&S to put in the microwave. – Helen Fielding • Only a ginger, can call another ginger Ginger. – Tim Minchin • Power is all. Another falsification; I do not tell how I gain or maintain it. I only record the ginger stroll through the vaguely fetid garden of its rewards. – Samuel R. Delany • Prepare a little hot tea or broth and it should be brought to them . . . without their being asked if they would care for it. Those who are in great distress want no food, but if it is handed to them, they will mechanically take it ‘ … There was something arresting about the matter-of-fact wisdom here, the instinctive understanding of the physiological disruptions… I will not forget the instinctive wisdom of the friend who, every day for those first few weeks, brought me a quart container of scallion-and-ginger congee from Chinatown. Congee I could eat. Congee was all I could eat. – Joan Didion • Right now Jack lives with me. Jack is my Jack Russell. I also have a Yorkie named Ginger, but Jack and Ginger can’t be in the same place at the same time because she is very jealous. Even if Jack’s not in the same state, she would growl if she heard his name. – Mariah Carey • Scholes was playing tiki-taka football when nobody in England knew what it was. He was another of those players, like Denis Law or Bobby Moore, who at 15 probably looked as if he wouldn’t make it. Too small, you would think – can’t run, dumpy little ginger nut – but then the ball would come to him and he would dazzle you. He was the best footballer in that Manchester United midfield, better than Ryan Giggs and Roy Keane. – Harry Redknapp • The only time I feel pressured is when some woman’s husband comes over and says, “Will you go ask my wife to dance? She’s a great dancer and would just love to dance with you.”Suddenly there’s a crowd of people standing around us and they expect that they’re about to see Fred and Ginger. Here the woman and I have just met, and these people think that it’s showtime. That is the only time I think it is really embarrassing. – Gene Kelly • The only way to enjoy anything in this life is to earn it first. – Ginger Rogers • The real color of my hair is mouse. I always want to be ginger, which I was when I was born, or blond, because I live in L.A., and I want to look like I go surfing without any physical effort. – John Lydon • The things that brought me the most comfort now were too small to list. Raspberries in cream. Sparrows with cocked heads. Shadows of bare limbs making for sidewalk filigrees. Roses past their prime with their petals loose about them. The shouts of children at play in the neighborhood, Ginger Rogers on the black-and-white screen. – Elizabeth Berg • There was never any question about Scholesy’s quality as a footballer. He was known as the little ginger magician in the youth team. Some reckon he’s the best United player of the modern era, and there’s a case for saying that. You don’t hear him blowing his own trumpet, though – he just gets on with his job. He’s the real deal. – Steve Bruce • Was that Will?” she said finally. Henry arched one ginger eyebrow. “Perhaps he’s been kidnapped and replaced by an automaton,” he suggested. “It seems possible…” For once Charlotte could only find herself in agreement. – Cassandra Clare • We live thetime that a match flickers; we pop the corkof a ginger-beer bottle, and the earthquake swallows us on the instant. Is it not odd, is it not incongruous, is it not, in the highest sense of human speech, incredible, that we should think so highly of the ginger-beer, and regard so little the devouring earthquake? – Robert Louis Stevenson • What kind of tea do you want?” “There´s more than one kind of tea?…What do you have?” “Let´s see… Blueberry, Raspberry, Ginseng, Sleepytime, Green Tea, Green Tea with Lemon, Green Tea with Lemon and Honey, Liver Disaster, Ginger with Honey, Ginger Without Honey, Vanilla Almond, White Truffle Coconut, Chamomile, Blueberry Chamomile, Decaf Vanilla Walnut, Constant Comment and Earl Grey.” -“I.. Uh…What are you having?… Did you make some of those up? – Bryan Lee O’Malley • What’s all this talk about me being teamed with Ginger Rogers? I will not have it Leland–I did not go into pictures to be teamed with her or anyone else, and if that is the program in mind for me I will not stand for it. I don’t mind making another picture with her but as for this teams idea, it’s out. – Ginger Rogers • When Ginger Rogers danced with Astaire, it was the only time in the movies when you looked at the man, not the woman. – Gene Kelly • When I realised I had a facility for humour, I latched on to it, and it gave me confidence and I built my personality around it. So I subconsciously made myself become the funny one so that would be my label rather than the ginger one or the red-faced one. – Catherine Tate • When I think back about my immediate reaction to that redheads girl, it seems to spring from an appreciation of natural beauty. I mean the heart pleasure you get from looking at speckled leaves or the palimpsested bark of plane trees in Provence. There was something richly appealing to her color combination, the ginger snaps floating in the milk-white skin, the golden highlights in the strawberry hair. it was like autumn, looking at her. It was like driving up north to see the colors. – Jeffrey Eugenides • When I was a little kid I always wanted to be ginger. My best friend was ginger and he was pretty cool. – Noel Fielding • When I was younger, I definitely did face anti-ginger prejudice. As a child, all teasing hurts, whether it’s because you’re fat or a different race or have red hair. I had enough comments from a couple of people to make it a sore point. – Lily Cole • When I’m off the road, and I can really control my diet down to the calorie, I juice seven days a week. Every afternoon, whatever I have at hand, beets, carrots, ginger, whatever. I juice, literally, every single day. And on the road, I try to find fresh juice wherever I can. – Henry Rollins • When two people love each other, they don’t look at each other, they look in the same direction. – Ginger Rogers • When you have a Dancing partner, there’s always gonna be a moment where the girl’s gonna cry, Ginger didn’t do that. But, most every other girl I’ve worked with have cried because they said “aah, I can’t do it” and I have to go “Yes, you can, Shut up!” and they do do it. – Fred Astaire • Whoever takes just plain ginger ale soon gets drowned out of the conversation. – Kin Hubbard

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Ginger Quotes

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• A Christian might drink only ginger ale at the tavern bar, but there he is already on the way to drinking beer and whiskey. The girl who attends a ball but never dances a step, will soon surrender her body to the lustful embrace of every casual male acquaintance as other dancers do. – John R. Rice • After all, Ginger Rogers did everything that Fred Astaire did. She just did it backwards and in high heels. – Ann Richards • And then there were cats, thought Dog. He’d surprised the huge ginger cat from next door and had attempted to reduce it to cowering jelly by means of the usual glowing stare and deep-throated growl, which had always worked on the damned in the past. This time they had earned him a whack on the nose that had made his eyes water. Cats, Dog considered, were clearly a lot tougher than lost souls. He was looking forward to a further cat experiment, which he planned would consist of jumping around and yapping excitedly at it. It was a long shot, but it just might work. – Terry Pratchett • Are you not aware that my profession involves beating the living hell out of some poor-unfortunate wearing nothing more than a pair of green lycra knicks? I’m practically naked each time I step in the ring. But I tend to cover up my privates in public. No one likes ginger pubes. – Sheamus • As a dancer I couldn’t outdance Ginger Rogers or Eleanor Powell. As a singer I’m no rival to Doris Day. As an actress I don’t take myself seriously…I’m the girl the truck drivers love. – Betty Grable • As Gloria Steinem said about Ginger Rogers: She was doing everything Fred Astaire was doing, just doing it backwards in high heels. Well, Southern women are doing and enduring what other women have to do and endure, but (at least until recently) they had to do it in heels and hats and white gloves and makeup and a sweet smile, with maybe a glass of bourbon and a cigarette to get them through the magnolia part of being a steel magnolia. – Michael Malone

jQuery(document).ready(function($) var data = action: 'polyxgo_products_search', type: 'Product', keywords: 'Ginger', orderby: 'rand', order: 'DESC', template: '1', limit: '68', columns: '4', viewall:'Shop All', ; jQuery.post(spyr_params.ajaxurl,data, function(response) var obj = jQuery.parseJSON(response); jQuery('#thelovesof_ginger').html(obj); jQuery('#thelovesof_ginger img.swiper-lazy:not(.swiper-lazy-loaded)' ).each(function () var img = jQuery(this); img.attr("src",img.data('src')); img.addClass( 'swiper-lazy-loaded' ); img.removeAttr('data-src'); ); ); ); • Because we are human, because we are bound by gravity and the limitations of our bodies, because we live in a world where the news is often bad and the prospects disturbing, there is a need for another world somewhere, a world where Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers live. – Roger Ebert • Being a singer now I have to get all fussy… I must have my ginger and lemon and all that. – Graham Coxon • ‘E’s all’ot sand an’ ginger when alive, An”e’s generally shammin’ when’e’s dead. – Rudyard Kipling • Fireheart was interrupted by a screech from Cloudtail. “Fireheart! Fireheart, Brightpaw isn’t dead!” Fireheart spun around and raced across the clearing to crouch beside Brightpaw. Her white-and-ginger fur, which, she had always kept so neatly groomed, was spiky with drying blood. On one side of her face the fur was torn away, and there was blood where her eye should have been. One ear had been shredded, and there were huge claw marks scored across her muzzle. – Erin Hunter

[clickbank-storefront-bestselling] • Gimme a visky with a ginger ale on the side – and don’t be stinchy, beby. – Greta Garbo • Ginger Rogers was one of the worst, red-baiting, terrifying reactionaries in Hollywood. – Joseph Losey • He boils milk with fresh ginger, a quarter of a vanilla bean, and tea that is so dark and fine-leaved that it looks like black dust. He strains it and puts cane sugar in both our cups. There’s something euphorically invigorating and yet filling about it. It tastes the way I imagine the Far East must taste. – Peter Høeg • He’s of the colour of the nutmeg. And of the heat of the ginger…. he is pure air and fire; and the dull elements of earth and water never appear in him, but only in patient stillness while his rider mounts him; he is indeed a horse, and all other jades you may call beasts. – William Shakespeare • I always have a beard between jobs. I just let it grow until they pay me to shave it. People are quite surprised it’s ginger. Sometimes they ask me if dye my hair and I always say ‘Wow, no!’ I’m ‘trans-ginger.’ – James McAvoy • I bought one of those anti-bullying wristbands when they first came out. I say ‘bought’, I actually stole it off a short, fat ginger kid. – Jack Whitehall • I drink a lot of everything; beer while watching football. I have a taste for whiskey, but Jack Daniels and ginger is about as fancy as it gets with me. – Jeff Gannon • I grew up watching old musicals and seeing Ginger Rogers wearing a beautiful fitted bodice that had ostrich feathers. I love how it moved when she danced. Theatrical pieces like that stayed with me. I wanted to grow up to wear those kinds of things. – Gina Torres • I have been wearing black, which was a reaction to the Ginger thing. But now I have hopes and I can be anything. Tomorrow I might be naked with a feather boa, who knows? – Geri Halliwell • I have to be a ginger for 3 weeks. – Katy Perry • I haven’t shaved my private parts, but I dyed them once for a laugh! They looked more ginger, though! – Lee Ryan • I loved old black and white movies, especially the Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers musicals. I loved everything about them – the songs, the music, the romance and the spectacle. They were real class and I knew that I wanted to be in that world. – Sharon Stone • I personally don’t think ginger men have a habit of being attractive. We have to make ourselves seem attractive by doing stuff. – Ed Sheeran • I put out a good 10 different types of drinks for them and they just said, “Oh, okay, so it’s just one choice.” One choice? I gave you Coke, Pepsi, Ginger Ale, Sprite. They saw that as one choice. Now why was that one choice? Because they felt, well, it was just all soda. – Sheena Iyengar • I really enjoy making dinner for my kids and my husband – chopping ginger and marinating the tofu. – Sadie Frost • I’d love to play Neil Kinnock. Because of my ginger hair, I thought that was a possibility. He’s a hero and a villain in most people’s eyes, but I’d like to do that, I think I’d be right for it. – Jason Flemyng • If I could eat only one thing for the rest of my life, it would be rhubarb fool, which I make with ginger and a hint of elderflower cordial. – Sebastian Faulks • If I had to rate myself between one and 10? If you’re a gingerist and like ginger guys, I guess I’m a seven, with make-up on maybe an eight. If you’re not a gingerist, I’m probably a six, six and a half. – Jason Flemyng • If there is one thing of which I am most proud, it’s that I made being ginger cool! – Rupert Grint • I’ll always be the ginger one from Harry Potter. – Rupert Grint • I’m ginger, so it’s hard to rate me – Jason Flemyng • I’m half Scottish, half Welsh and I regard red hair as perfectly ordinary. And to set the record straight, contrary to reports, he has never referred to himself as the ‘Ginger Ninja’. – Helen McCrory • I’m just some irritating, lying, ginger kid from Cornwall who should have been locked up in some youth detention centre. I just managed to escape and blag it into music. – Aphex Twin • I’m out here to represent the gingers, the gypsies, and the outcasts. Because I am all of the above, and I’m all about having a great time. – Neon Hitch • I’m quite sexy – if you like gingers. – Jason Flemyng • I’m so proud to be part of Harry Potter and even prouder to be representing the gingers. – Rupert Grint • In England we burnt redheads at the stake, because we thought they were witches. There are still young redheads in Britain getting ripped for having red hair. ‘Oy, Ginger!’ – Damian Lewis • Inside my heart, there’s a 12-year-old girl who has always wanted to be Ginger Rogers. – Samantha Bond • I’ve always been quite a proud ginger so I couldn’t dye it and betray the other gingers. – Rupert Grint • I’ve had years of teasing about my red hair, but I definitely think it toughened me up. If you’re ginger, you end up pretty quick-witted. – Ed Sheeran • I’ve never had food in my fridge. All I have in my fridge is one shelf of Canada Dry ginger ale, Diet Cokes on the next shelf, and ZeroWater on the next shelf. That is it. – Brigid Berlin • Jamaica has the best coffee, the best sugar, the best ginger and some of the best cocoa in the world. – Chris Blackwell • Last time I was sick, the guy I was seeing brought me a bottle of ginger ale… and expected me to pay him back for it. ~Jaime Vegas – Kelley Armstrong • Money can’t buy you love, but it can get you some really good chocolate ginger biscuits. – Dylan Moran • My dog, Ginger, is jumpy-like me-sensitive to sound and sudden movement. She wasn’t that way at first, but not long after we got her, my grandfather told me to stand still outside and hold her leash tight. Then he shot a gun off by our feet, several times. “This is how girls learn to obey,” he said, “how to be seen and not heard.” – Mira Bartok • My father said once that if I didn’t have my mother’s ginger hair, I wouldn’t blush or curse as easily. Which I though was unfair. I hardly ever curse or blush, even though I’ve had plenty of days that required both. – Maggie Stiefvater • My favorite ginger is Prince Harry! – Andy Cohen • My fridge is really just vegan: coconut water, Gatorade (my favorite!), cucumbers, mint, kale, vegetables, ginger, and wheat grass. – Serena Williams • My ginger tabby cat Oscar – he’s got his own passport – he comes everywhere with me. – Ashley Madekwe • My husband calls me a ginger every single day of my life, so that Im completely used to it, and Ive come to see it as a term of endearment. – Jayma Mays • My mother told me I was dancing before I was born. She could feel my toes tapping wildly inside her for months. – Ginger Rogers • Nose, nose, jolly red nose,And who gave thee that jolly red nose?Nutmegs and ginger, cinammon and cloves;And they gave me this jolly red nose. – Francis Beaumont • Now, many of us in the Labour Party are conservationists – and we all love the red squirrel. But there is one ginger rodent which we never want to see again – Danny Alexander. – Harriet Harman • Of course, Ginger was able to accomplish sex through dance. We told more through our movements instead of the big clinch. We did it all in the dance. – Fred Astaire • Oh, God, I’m so lonely. An entire weekend streching ahead with no one to love or have fun with. Anyway, I don’t care. I’ve got a lovely steamed ginger pudding from M&S to put in the microwave. – Helen Fielding • Only a ginger, can call another ginger Ginger. – Tim Minchin • Power is all. Another falsification; I do not tell how I gain or maintain it. I only record the ginger stroll through the vaguely fetid garden of its rewards. – Samuel R. Delany • Prepare a little hot tea or broth and it should be brought to them . . . without their being asked if they would care for it. Those who are in great distress want no food, but if it is handed to them, they will mechanically take it ‘ … There was something arresting about the matter-of-fact wisdom here, the instinctive understanding of the physiological disruptions… I will not forget the instinctive wisdom of the friend who, every day for those first few weeks, brought me a quart container of scallion-and-ginger congee from Chinatown. Congee I could eat. Congee was all I could eat. – Joan Didion • Right now Jack lives with me. Jack is my Jack Russell. I also have a Yorkie named Ginger, but Jack and Ginger can’t be in the same place at the same time because she is very jealous. Even if Jack’s not in the same state, she would growl if she heard his name. – Mariah Carey • Scholes was playing tiki-taka football when nobody in England knew what it was. He was another of those players, like Denis Law or Bobby Moore, who at 15 probably looked as if he wouldn’t make it. Too small, you would think – can’t run, dumpy little ginger nut – but then the ball would come to him and he would dazzle you. He was the best footballer in that Manchester United midfield, better than Ryan Giggs and Roy Keane. – Harry Redknapp • The only time I feel pressured is when some woman’s husband comes over and says, “Will you go ask my wife to dance? She’s a great dancer and would just love to dance with you.”Suddenly there’s a crowd of people standing around us and they expect that they’re about to see Fred and Ginger. Here the woman and I have just met, and these people think that it’s showtime. That is the only time I think it is really embarrassing. – Gene Kelly • The only way to enjoy anything in this life is to earn it first. – Ginger Rogers • The real color of my hair is mouse. I always want to be ginger, which I was when I was born, or blond, because I live in L.A., and I want to look like I go surfing without any physical effort. – John Lydon • The things that brought me the most comfort now were too small to list. Raspberries in cream. Sparrows with cocked heads. Shadows of bare limbs making for sidewalk filigrees. Roses past their prime with their petals loose about them. The shouts of children at play in the neighborhood, Ginger Rogers on the black-and-white screen. – Elizabeth Berg • There was never any question about Scholesy’s quality as a footballer. He was known as the little ginger magician in the youth team. Some reckon he’s the best United player of the modern era, and there’s a case for saying that. You don’t hear him blowing his own trumpet, though – he just gets on with his job. He’s the real deal. – Steve Bruce • Was that Will?” she said finally. Henry arched one ginger eyebrow. “Perhaps he’s been kidnapped and replaced by an automaton,” he suggested. “It seems possible…” For once Charlotte could only find herself in agreement. – Cassandra Clare • We live thetime that a match flickers; we pop the corkof a ginger-beer bottle, and the earthquake swallows us on the instant. Is it not odd, is it not incongruous, is it not, in the highest sense of human speech, incredible, that we should think so highly of the ginger-beer, and regard so little the devouring earthquake? – Robert Louis Stevenson • What kind of tea do you want?” “There´s more than one kind of tea?…What do you have?” “Let´s see… Blueberry, Raspberry, Ginseng, Sleepytime, Green Tea, Green Tea with Lemon, Green Tea with Lemon and Honey, Liver Disaster, Ginger with Honey, Ginger Without Honey, Vanilla Almond, White Truffle Coconut, Chamomile, Blueberry Chamomile, Decaf Vanilla Walnut, Constant Comment and Earl Grey.” -“I.. Uh…What are you having?… Did you make some of those up? – Bryan Lee O’Malley • What’s all this talk about me being teamed with Ginger Rogers? I will not have it Leland–I did not go into pictures to be teamed with her or anyone else, and if that is the program in mind for me I will not stand for it. I don’t mind making another picture with her but as for this teams idea, it’s out. – Ginger Rogers • When Ginger Rogers danced with Astaire, it was the only time in the movies when you looked at the man, not the woman. – Gene Kelly • When I realised I had a facility for humour, I latched on to it, and it gave me confidence and I built my personality around it. So I subconsciously made myself become the funny one so that would be my label rather than the ginger one or the red-faced one. – Catherine Tate • When I think back about my immediate reaction to that redheads girl, it seems to spring from an appreciation of natural beauty. I mean the heart pleasure you get from looking at speckled leaves or the palimpsested bark of plane trees in Provence. There was something richly appealing to her color combination, the ginger snaps floating in the milk-white skin, the golden highlights in the strawberry hair. it was like autumn, looking at her. It was like driving up north to see the colors. – Jeffrey Eugenides • When I was a little kid I always wanted to be ginger. My best friend was ginger and he was pretty cool. – Noel Fielding • When I was younger, I definitely did face anti-ginger prejudice. As a child, all teasing hurts, whether it’s because you’re fat or a different race or have red hair. I had enough comments from a couple of people to make it a sore point. – Lily Cole • When I’m off the road, and I can really control my diet down to the calorie, I juice seven days a week. Every afternoon, whatever I have at hand, beets, carrots, ginger, whatever. I juice, literally, every single day. And on the road, I try to find fresh juice wherever I can. – Henry Rollins • When two people love each other, they don’t look at each other, they look in the same direction. – Ginger Rogers • When you have a Dancing partner, there’s always gonna be a moment where the girl’s gonna cry, Ginger didn’t do that. But, most every other girl I’ve worked with have cried because they said “aah, I can’t do it” and I have to go “Yes, you can, Shut up!” and they do do it. – Fred Astaire • Whoever takes just plain ginger ale soon gets drowned out of the conversation. – Kin Hubbard

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Trisha Yearwood: Still cookin' in her 'Southern Kitchen'

Trisha Yearwood’s husband, Garth Brooks, affectionately refers to her as “The Queen.” The title is more than simply endearing, however, when considering the singer/TV star’s reign over a royally packed schedule — not only is she in the midst of a world tour with Brooks, she’s also entering the 10th season of her popular Food Network series Trisha’s Southern Kitchen. Her endeavors juggling a music career, tv show, and high-profile marriage gracefully — and with a fair amount of humor — have paid off, earning her an Emmy as well as legions of fans who love her for her ability to make it all seem down-to-earth.

Yahoo had the opportunity to chat with Yearwood and discover that the easygoing, family-oriented, and fun-loving personality she displays on television translates exactly to real life. The 10th season of Trisha’s Southern Kitchen premieres Saturday, August 19 at 10:30am ET/PT on Food Network.

YAHOO MUSIC: When you started out doing your show, did you have an idea it would run this long — all the way into 10 seasons?

TRISHA YEARWOOD: We set out to do six episodes for Season One, and I didn’t even know if we would have fun. I actually asked my agent, “I know it’s probably never been asked, but could we have something in there where if [the network] loves it and we don’t have fun, can I get out of it?” (laughs) Because I wasn’t sure I’d enjoy it.

I resisted doing it for a long time because I wasn’t sure If it would be fun, and and I ended up having the best time. And they were happy with the show and it did well, so I’m just enjoying it as long as it lasts. We do two seasons a year, so it’s been five years, and I’m surprised that it’s still going strong and continuing to grow.

I appreciate Food Network because in the midst of this — about two years in — this world tour with my husband happened. It’s pretty intense. I thought “I don’t know how I can do the show and this.” So they don’t get as many new shows from me as they’d probably like, but they’ve been very kind about taking the new shows when they can get them.

We spoke with Garth last fall about your world tour, and he enthused that as long as he was able to tour with you, it wasn’t “work” at all, just a lot of fun. However, you’re juggling the TV work as well! Do you agree with his assessment? 

It is fun for me…I think you’re tired and there’s a part of you that wants to say “y’know, man.” But I’m sure if that if you had a real job you’d really be tired. The kind of tired we are, you bounce back from. And it is fun. But, in the midst of this tour, I joke with my husband that we come home and he sits by the pool with the other husbands and I go to work. (Laughs) Great! But there is also downtime. The tour we’re gone usually on the weekends, sometimes it’s a Thursday through Sunday, but then we’re home during the week. So it’s really a nice mix.

One thing I will say, I have learned a lot these 10 seasons. I’m working with a production company called BS TV, they also do The Kitchen and they came to the table a few seasons ago and had some ideas about how we could really make our production work to our advantage a little more efficiently. So just the way we shoot, the order in which we shoot, has really tightened up our day. I used to go in at 7 in the morning and I’d get home at 8 or 9 and I’d be so exhausted and have to get up at 6 again the next morning. [Now] our days are sometimes over by 4:30! So it’s really doable and I think a lot of that has to do with who’s making the schedule and how they figure out how to get it all shot.

It still sounds like a lot. How do you manage to find any time for yourself? 

This month right now, we’re actually off, we usually take a month a year on this tour to give everybody a break. So this is when I go to the dentist, get my yearly mammogram, I do all the things I don’t have time to do during the year. I’m checking off the boxes this month.

But in the beginning, when we started this tour … I’ve done 200 days a year, I’ve been on the road nonstop in my life, but I’ve never been on a tour that lasted three and a half years (laughs). When it started, I really had anxiety about it – I love to sing, I love to perform, but I didn’t know how this is going to work and how we’re actually going to have a life too; how we’re going to see our families, all of those things. But you get into the rhythm and you realize, it’s all doable. And I will say that it took me a little bit to get into the rhythm of it but once I did I have enjoyed every second.

And now, this portion of the tour will be done in December. We’re not going to retire—and I’m going to do my own thing, do my own music and my own stuff—but this particular tour in this form will be done. It has been really intense, but it’s been so much fun. We work with about 50 people in our band and crew that are family to us — most of these guys and gals we’ve known for 25 years. So we really do enjoy each other’s company. And we enjoy being out there because he and I aren’t leaving a spouse at home. We wouldn’t have done it if we couldn’t have done it together; it’s just not possible.

What is your favorite way to recharge when you are home?

When we get home after a Thursday through Sunday run, I’m gonna be in my pajamas all day Monday — I won’t lie (laughs). That’s what I need to do. I might read a book and drink a pot of coffee all day. Garth will sleep in, but then he’ll get on the tractor somewhere, just to move some dirt around or knock a tree down. That makes him happy.

Is it strange for you to have such a prominent role now as a lifestyle/TV star when your primary career identification has been a musician for so long? 

I think at first I actually had a problem with it. At first I was like, I don’t want people to forget that I do music. And at first I felt I needed to defend that I wasn’t done doing “the other,” because people ask “So are you not going to make music anymore?” And I’m like “I’m actually making an album right now! I’m on tour right now! I’m doing that, dammit!” (laughs). But now I feel I am really proud of it, because it has been an incredible surprise career for me, that I didn’t know was going to happen. So I’m embracing it. And we play music on the show when it makes sense — most of the people who watch the show know the music, but there are some who don’t, so I think it’s kind of fun when they go “Oh my gosh, she sings too?”

Can you pinpoint some of your favorite moments on the show?

There’s a lot. I have to remind myself a lot that we’re doing a cooking show, because we do such silly things. But we have so much fun! I’m not a chef — I’m a home cook, like my mom. I think most people cook like I do, so we like to show the mistakes, and show how to fix these mistakes. Like if you drop an eggshell into the bowl, you don’t cut and make it look perfect, you show the mistake.

My favorite moments have usually been with my sister, she’s my “person,” she is the kinder and gentler version of me. She’s not as outgoing and loud as I am, but she has really evolved in this show. Like I’ll call her and say “We’re going to dress up like Steel Magnolias and you’re going to have really big hair,” and she’s like, “OK.” This season, we dress up in gear and go paint balling. It’s hilarious. My favorite moments are those that are just fun. My production team knows now that I will pretty much try anything.

Anything you put your foot down on, though?

They thought roller derby would be really funny, but I can’t even roller skate so that’s not going to happen. I have ice skated with the Nashville Predators — that was really fun!

The show is nominated for an Emmy — and you’ve already won an Emmy for it (in 2013).

That was one of those things that wasn’t on the [bucket] list, y’know — you want to win a Grammy, you want to win Female Vocalist of the Year, but you don’t think about an Emmy. So it’s kind of the only thing I have on my husband. Which, I’m sure, he’ll figure out a way to win an Emmy soon. So I’ll have to figure out a way to get past him on that!

Speaking again of your husband, your duet medley on the 50th Anniversary of the Country Music Awards last November — people are still talking about how amazing that was! 

That was my favorite CMAs ever, they really honored the past, which was awesome. There were artists there who just don’t go to the CMAs anymore, you know? I loved it, and I loved being part of being able to pay tribute to those great duets. It’s something that we’ve carried over [on our tour] — we’ll do a little piece of those songs, which is just so much fun, just to get to sing that stuff.