#bc bad day = stoned tub time

[eversweetflowerpot]

just soaked ya know?

[jamasauruos-blog]

Story time. How my Ed started.

Since this is kinda like a diary for me. I’m gonna post about how my Ed started.

I was roughly about 9 maybe… idk my childhood was quite the blur. I was living w my mom at the time in hartwell ga. She had a few boyfriends since my dad had been gone. This one tho was violent n drunk n controlling. He may have done other drugs too. I vaguely remember seeing lil plastic bags w twist ties on their bedroom floor. At the time I was too young to know what it really was.

Back then my mom could hold down a job. But one night he had gotten mad n when my mom came out of the bedroom the next morning, her face was bruised. A black eye n a busted lip to match. She had tried to use make up to “even out” the black eye but it didn’t really work.

He hated that she was so nice to ppl at her work (I think she worked at a Murphy gas station). She was the kind of southern woman who called everyone “honey, sweat heart, darling ,ect”. N that was everyone. No matter if you were a young man or an old granny. But couldn’t stand it. He would actually sit at her job n watch her.

I think that’s one of the things that lead to the fight that night. Bc she didn’t go to work. He had gotten what he wanted; she quit her job out of embarrassment. She didn’t want ppl to see her. After this is when shit got bad.

Since my mom wasn’t working, he needed to find work. He found a job at a rock quarry n the bonus part was they had a house that could be rent free all we’d have to do is pay electric n water. Sounds awesome right!!! That is until i saw the house. The first impression I got was disturbing. There was no front door so a dog had made that his shelter. He slept on a mattress in the entrance. When he came out of the house he was sick looking. His skin was red in splotches covered in scabs. My mom said he had a skin disease called mange.

I thought to my self “gross this is gonna be my home?”. Me n my sisters refer to the house as the cement house bc that’s what the house was made of. Looking back this place was so gross. The floors were solid stone like the floors you’d see in sams. All the walls were made of cement blocks. It was a cold home. I distinctly remember there was no “normal shower”. The tub was gross. When you tried to run the water discolored mess would come up from the drain. But we made it work like always. We got one of those storage containers n stood in that for the tub. N as for the water (cause I don’t think there was a shower head just to spout) uuuuugh well we used a water hose. If you were the lucky one you got your shower first. Bc in the beginning there was 5 seconds of warmth. The water that was sitting in the hose all day was so warm. But the cold water soon snapped you back to reality.

I hated showers. I would try to do just my hair bc I didn’t want to be shivering all over. O wash my body while cupping water in my hands. I think one day my mom got a lil frustrated w me n she took control. This time it wasn’t slow n easy. Her way was to rip it off like a band aid. I hated her bc now I was shaking but relieved that it was over.

In that house is where to bad stuff started. One night while me n my two sisters were sleeping he came in n dragged me out on a blanket, half asleep. When we got to his destination, he started his work. He told me I was beautiful n that if I had sex w him then he would give me anything I wanted. He begged n pleaded while running his hands over my body. I was in shock like what did I even do. Then he proceeded. When he touched me w his “thing”, I jumped up. Thinking time was over. I needed to get away from him.

There were other times past that but I won’t get into details. I didn’t know what to do. Should I tell me mom? Or should keep it a secret? I didn’t know where we would live. In my mind it was this situation or be homeless. So I decided to keep it a secret.

Fast forward a few years n I still hadn’t talked to anyone about it. A friend here n there but not anyone who knew how to help me. My anxiety continued to grow. I became fearful of men. What were they thinking? Did they look at me in a sexual way? Were they secretly planning something? Going to the store was different now. Waiting in doctors office was nerve wracking. Teachers, uncles, n so much more were scary. I soon thought well they must be looking at my butt o boobs but if I lost them then I would be safer. I wanted to look stick thin. I wanted no more curves. Soon this ideal body was my new idea of beauty.

N that’s how the Ed started. Now when I relapse it’s not bc I’m scared of the men. Its more I need that figure. Bc that is what beauty really is.

For anyone who made it till the end comment your experience. Why did your Ed start?

[unloved-cadillac]

Hey can i request dabi

Where he isnt a villain anymore bcs of reader...he love them but bcs of depression they killed themselve...dabi is hurt cs he thought reader r happy...they always smile then bcs of tht he become villain back :3

Btw love ur acc so much

C/n: look. MORE ANGST! Thank you for requesting and I hope that you enjoy🤍

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The Dark Times Never Leave. (Dabi x Reader)

TW: suicide, self-harm, drug use, Death.

The life of an ex-villain was actually better than what Dabi expected. Many knew who he was but they realized that he was a good person underneath those scars and just had some catching up on life to do. He got a few stares and weird looks, but he never really cared. He got a job with people who were proud of him for turning his life around and a beautiful significant other who loved him for him.

When Dabi first met you, you were in an alleyway buying heroin from a drug dealer. In the night lights, he could see that you were ethereal. But, you were so broken. So lost.

He was a villain, obviously, but he wasn’t going to sit back and watch a beautiful person like you throw their life away like that. He tracked down the drug dealer and told him to leave you alone and he paid the guy a handsome amount of money just to go away. You were upset, of course, but when you realized that this man, this villain, could’ve saved your life you stopped using. Or at least tried to stop.

Dabi never left you alone. He knew what it was like to be addicted and depressed. He had lost too many people because of it. And he wasn’t going to let that happen to you.

He took you back to his old, shitty apartment to stay the night. But that night became a few days turned to a few months. You didn’t know how he did it, but he managed to get you new clothes, food and everything. You told him about you severe mental illness and how this life wasn’t worth living anymore. You had lost everything at the mere age of 24 and maybe leaving this earth was the best way to run away from it all.

Dabi hugged you that day. He hugged you and promised you that he would help you no matter what. Fast forward two years later, he kept that promise. He quit the League, got a job and moved the both of you to a brand new apartment complex. He was happy..and he thought you were too.

He got you into therapy. And he was seeing results in your happiness. You were going to start a new job soon and Dabi couldn’t have been prouder. You could get out of bed and you were laughing and smiling often and Dabi just fell more in love with you.

He thought you were fine. He thought you were getting better.

When he came home after work, he had so much to tell you. New people tried calling and the telephone line got cut and it was havoc. It was one of the best days he had since he started there. “Y/n. You won’t believe what happened at work today!” He yells out as he places the bags on the counter while laughing to himself, thinking of today’s events. “It was crazy! Even a hero panicked and it was pathetic!” He chuckles as he unloads the groceries.

The house was quiet. Too quiet. You didn’t come and greet him like you normally did. He looked around and raised his eyebrows. The house was spotless. No blanket on the couch, no chip packets on the coffee table. He looked at the sink, no dishes. The house smelled like lavender. Did they clean today? “Y/n. Babe?!” Dabi calls out to you and no answer. Ok. Maybe they’re asleep. He walks out the kitchen to your shared bedroom, ignoring the little panic in his chest. The door was closed but not locked. So he opened it slowly and looked inside to see the bed perfectly made with new pillows and everything. You weren’t there. He walked in and looked around and then turned to see the bathroom door shut.

Dabi took a breath and knocked on it. “Babe? You in there?” He asks and rattles the doorknob. Locked. “Babe! Answer me! If you’re taking a shit just say!” He tries to joke but his panic mode was activated. He rattled the doorknob, trying to open it. One hand on the doorframe, he tries to pull it open. “Dammit, Y/n! Open the fucking door!” He screams and walks back. “Stand back. I’m opening it!” He calls out and slams his shoulder onto the door. It didn’t budge. Another time, nothing. “Fuck. I don’t want to do this but it looks like I don’t have a choice.” He places a hand on the door and his blue flames form burning the door. As it spreads through the door, puts it out and yanks the door open.

The scene beyond the door made him break.

He looks inside to see you on the tub, with a needle in your arm and vomit in your mouth. “No. No no no no no!” He runs to you and lifts you up. He takes the needle out of your arm and turns your head. The vomit was removed and he pulled you into his lap.

“Y/n! Come on! Wake up!” He tells you and he feels your pulse. He places a hand on your chest and...no beat.

“No! Fuck, Y/n! Why?! Don’t FUCKING DO THIS TO ME!” He yells out to you and cradles you. You were so cold. It made him sick. Your warm, beautiful skin turned lifeless and all its beauty faded away. You were gone and he was alone again.

He called the ambulance and when the rushed over, they took you away. He watched as they put you in a body bag and the police came to ask him questions. He explained everything. How the door wouldn’t open so he used his quirk and he found you like that. They thanked him and left.

The next day, he buried you next to his old grave. He made sure that it was beautiful just like you.

Here lies Y/n L/n. A beautiful soul and partner.

Dabi couldn’t cry. But he felt so angry. His flames started to spark and before he left, he gave the stone a quick kiss. His life would never be the same anymore. The light in his dark world turned off and he was broken.

~~~~

Time passed by and Dabi left. He left his home, he left his work and disappeared into the shadows once again. He took the ring he had and put into his pocket, carrying it with him wherever he went.

“Dabi? Well, well. How long has it been? Two, three years?” Shigaraki asks and Dabi looks at him. “Yo, Dabi! How’s it going man?!” Twice yells out and Dabi just stares at Tomura. “I want back in.” He says and Shigaraki laughs. “What about your life? How can we trust you again?” He asks and Dabi throws a whole bunch of documents in front of him. “These are the list of students in UA and the next field trips they’re going on.” Dabi tells him and Shigaraki looks through them. “Not bad. Not bad at all. Welcome back, Dabi.”

“We should meet in another life,we should meet in air. Me and You.”

-Sylvia Plath.

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“My dark circles are so prominent now. I look like a zombie.”

🖤🤍Thanks for reading🤍🖤

-Caddy.

[rockerfemme]

how did it go???

THANK YOU !! I FUCKING LOVED IT

- i've realized mick jagger is kind of h*t and his geriatric ass could get it any day of the week yessirrrrr sorry for saying that - keith had a yellow beanie on and it was so cute. i hate it he comes across as such a wholesome and sweet old man even though HE IS NOT... HE'S KEITH RICHARDS

- THEYRE SO FUCKING GOOD LIVE AAAAA!!! theyre so smiley and happy when they play and you can really see how much they love performing it's sooo 💖💘💖💘yes we are both having the time of our lives! - i made friends with the couple sitting next to me! :) their names are donna and ernie and they shared their tub of popcorn with me - this is a light nitpick not a real complaint but i feel like their merch for this tour could've been better in terms of fonts and stuff

- ??? is it just me being a hater or is that tidy font juxtaposed with the scratchy "2021" font a kind of bad look

- and i DON'T like the fact that 99% of the tour shirts just say "Stones" as if they're just some stationary stone sitting on the ground. i feel like the key aspect of these particular stones is that they are, in fact, rolling

re: getting stranded i underestimated how much battery i needed before leaving for the concert so it was super low by the time i got out and uber decided to just give the fuck up because of all the traffic around the venue so i tried and tried to connect to one but it wouldn't and then it died and there were somehow no cabs in the area despite the fact that a stadium full of people was there and a lot of them needed rides

so i found a few other people who were in similar situations and in particular this one woman whose phone was also almost dead and she couldn't get an uber either and we were really scared for 2 hours because it was getting cold and we had no way to call for help but she ended up flagging down one whose person hadn't come to get in and checking if he could take both of us back to our hotels, he refused to take me at first bc i only had $20 (which i don't think was fair bc it was only 5 miles and my uber there in the afternoon had been $12) but she offered him $40 and apparently $60 for us both was ok for him

i literally would've been shit out of luck if it wasn't for her and i did thank her with my WHOLE fucking heart but i wish id had some money to give her or something i'm reeling both from being so scared that i wasn't going to have anywhere to stay for the night (and i only rented the room for 1 night anyway so they might have thrown my stuff out or something if i wasn't back by check in the next day, plus i didn't actually tell my mom the address of the hotel so while i did use some of my last minutes of battery to text her that i was unable to get home she wouldn't have known where to come get me anyway and that's just so terrifying to think about) but also being just so deeply unbelievably grateful for her for saving my fucking ass

[lovingmyselfcore]

Protect You Chapter IV

Oh my god I did it. I wrote a thing for this thing!! You guys are def getting other writing things from me this week but idk what it'll be bc apparently my brain is god and works in mysterious ways (is that offensive?)

Significant lack of Cardan today and I apologize for that but he will deffo be in the next part (if you've read the end of this then you know)

Chapter IV; Some Attempted Breaking and Entering ft. Nicasia being Nicasia and I hate her :)

“Ow,” I deadpanned.

Oriana looked up at me, mouth pinched at the edges, “Jude.” She had the way of saying my name (always has) that perfectly conveyed her distaste at my existence and scolding me for whatever I had done.

We were in Vivi and I’s apartment, Oriana had me propped on the counter while she adjusted my sling and bandages. Every time she saw the injury she grimaced in disgust, which meant that was her only current expression.

“When Vivi does this it’s much quicker,” I muttered, crossing my ankles and swinging my legs against the counter.

“Well, Vivi has had weeks of doing this for you.” Oriana pulled the bandage tighter and my ‘ow’ wasn’t deadpan anymore.

I didn’t think she was going to speak again but she did, “Training,” She scoffed. “I can’t believe you injured yourself so severely.” She looked up at me, “But at least it wasn’t a gunshot wound. At least your life isn’t as dangerous as that.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. Lying always has been my specialty.

Oriana pressed her lower body into my legs to keep me still against the counter. “Stop banging, you’re going to dent or chip it.”

I rolled my eyes and her grip tightened on my arm before she released me entirely.

“All done.”

I rolled my shoulder as best I could, “Great.”

Oriana stepped back and I hopped off the counter. Grabbing my jacket and slinging it over my available shoulder I called back to Oriana, “I’m going to work, Dain needs me.”

I was two steps from the front door when Oriana caught me by the shoulder. “Tayrn’s engagement party is tomorrow night,” She said it like I hadn’t been thinking about it since it was announced.

“Don’t worry,” I grinned at her, “I’ll be there to make everyone’s life hell.”

~~~~~~~~

“Jude,” Lilliver waved her hand in front of my face. “You’re spacing. Everything good?”

“What? Oh, yeah. It’s just…”

“The party.” Garrett said, matter of factly.

I gave him a look. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“Well lucky for you, you’ll be spending the whole time on a job,” Garrett said. Van and Lilliver winced.

“What?” I asked, meeting Garrett’s eyes. He didn’t flinch away from the harsh edge to my voice, the undoubtedly even harsher look in my eyes.

“Dain wanted us to tell you,” Van said, raising his voice as the music caught a crescendo.

We were in some day club that was clearly only for rich people. Sitting at a table tucked in a dark corner, watching as Dain mingled amongst the crowd. Shadows in the shadows, I mused. Weirdly appropriate.

I wasn’t sure who it was, but someone had rented the place and filled it with the highly respected, feared, higher-ups. Dain had heard about the event and invited himself, using the situation to make connections, and further the ones he already had.

He’d dragged us with him, of course. It was 11 at night, I was supposed to be curled on the couch with Vivi, eating ice cream out of the tub and watching Criminal Minds or beating up the punching bag in my room until my knuckles had split, even through the bandages and I couldn’t feel my arms. It depended on my mood.

But Lilliver had called me, said Dain needed his shadows, and that Garrett was waiting outside my apartment building. He had been. I have no idea how he got my address, but I’d refused to let him be my ride. He was too unpredictable, I couldn’t give him that blind faith. So I’d yelled to Vivi that my bike was out of gas and I needed hers and I’d pay her back for the miles, took her keys, and trailed behind Garrett’s car. And now, here we were.

I was nursing a glass of whiskey, mostly to calm my nerves as I followed Dain with my eyes, watching everyone who got too close to him.

“You don’t think anybody would try anything?” I’d asked when I got here, sliding in next to Lilliver in the booth.

“Someone’s done it before.” Van had muttered grimly.

I arched a brow, “What happened to them?”

Van just looked at Garrett, who was eyeing everyone and everything like they all had guns and were about to start shooting people.

I got the message and hadn’t inquired further.

“What does he want me to do?” I asked now.

“Locke’s a friend of Cardan’s.”

“I’m aware.”

Garrett rolled his eyes and I glared at him.

Resting my forearms on the table and leaning forward until I was closer to Van I said, “But Dain isn’t worried about Cardan taking the power, is he?”

“No.”

“But,” Lilliver cut in. “Locke has been seen with Madoc and Balekin. Being with Madoc isn’t that weird-”

“Yes, it is.” I interrupted.

“But Locke is going to be Madoc’s son-in-law. How is that weird?” Garrett asked, tearing his gaze from Dain.

“Madoc hates Locke, he isn’t very happy about Taryn marrying him.”

“For what he did to you?” Van asked.

I snorted, “You’re overestimating him. Nah, he just thinks Locke is a stuck-up prick who doesn’t deserve everything he has.”

“Fair,” Lilliver murmured and I nodded my agreement.

“But Balekin?”

I shook my head, “You don’t know Madoc like I do. If he’s talking to Balekin and it’s not about just security stuff? It can’t be good. Throw Locke into the equation and anything could happen.”

“Great,” Van drawled with an exasperated eye roll.

“So, Jude,” Lilliver asked after a moment of silence. “You have a good outfit, right?”

~~~ A few hours later, I was sitting on my couch, crossing and uncrossing my legs, waiting for Vivi to be finished getting ready.

“Viv!” I yelled.

“Patience is a virtue!” She screeched back from the bathroom.

“Anybody that has time for patience is wasting their life,” I muttered to myself, trying to relax back into the couch unsuccessfully.

I was too stiff all over, shoulders tight, leg muscles straining as I dug the soles of my heels into the carpet as if trying to keep myself on the ground. I curled my fingers into the plush cushion of the couch.

I was wearing a gold dress and matching heels, a small handgun strapped to one thigh, a knife on the other. The slits up the legs of my dress would allow me to retrieve them but kept them hidden enough from prying eyes.

Vivi was taking too long. I rose slowly from my place on the couch and walked to the bathroom. Some Taylor Swift was playing from the Bluetooth speaker perched precariously on the windowsill and Vivi swayed to the beat, slivers of dying sunlight curling in through the window to wind around her gold curls. She was touching up her mascara so she didn’t look at me when I entered.

“I know I’m taking forever, but you should be thanking me for not making you go too early.” I rolled my eyes and leaned against the doorway, not saying anything in response.

Suddenly Taylor’s voice cut off as Vivi’s phone rang. “Can you get that?” She asked me, but I was already reaching for it. I had to twist my arm half under her upper body to get to the other side of the countertop but I eventually reached it and glanced at the caller ID.

“Heather,” I said.

Vivi looked away from the mirror to blink at me and I took that as my cue to answer.

“Hey, Heather,” I said.

“Jude?”

“Yeah. Vivi’s busy being narcissistic so you get to talk to me instead.”

Heather’s laugh sounded like a fairy. “That’s alright, you’re not bad to talk to.”

“Thanks for lying to me,” I replied, leaning against the doorway again. “Is everything okay?”

“Oh, yeah. I just knew the engagement party was soon and figured I’d talk to Vi now before she gets too drunk to do anything.” I snorted, “That’s a very fair assessment. We would’ve been at the party already but Vivi is taking forever.” The last word was louder and Vivi stuck her middle finger up at me without even turning to face me.

Vivi finally set down the mascara wand and turned to me with her hands on her hips before making a toddler-esque grabbing motion.

“Well Vivi’s finally done getting ready, but she wants to talk to you.”

Heather snorted, “Nice. Well, have fun at the party, Jude.”

It was my turn to snort.

Heather’s voice got softer, “It’ll all be fine. You don’t have to stay for very long, and maybe you can find something to distract yourself with.” Oh, I have something to do, alright.

“Thanks,” I muttered before handing Vivi the phone. “Hey, baby,” Vivi said immediately and I shook my head. She stuck her tongue out at me before turning away and I took that as my cue to leave the bathroom.

~~~~

I was physically unable to stay still.

Vivi and I didn’t own a real car, so we’d called an Uber, and sitting in the backseat, I was doing everything but stay still. Vivi kept side-eyeing me when she glanced away from her phone, but she hadn’t said anything.

I was bouncing my leg, tapping a rhythm on the door of the car, the seatbelt, the seat below me, my arms.

Vivi paused in her texting, probably to Heather, to clamp a hand on my knee. It didn’t do much to actually stop my movements but it got me to look at her. “Why are you so nervous?”

“I’m not,” I said stiffly and turned away.

Vivi sighed and took her hand off my knee. “You can talk to me, Jude.” She whispered.

I didn’t respond.

~~~

Locke lived in a mansion. I’d been there before but it was still impressive. What took away a bit of that was that I knew he hadn’t worked for it. He was just a rich kid, born and raised. Like all the others that had looked down on me my entire life.

He fit in with Cardan.

Vivi thanked our Uber driver as we stepped out of the car onto the winding stone pathway leading up to the front door.

As the car sped off Vivi linked her arm through mine and yanked me forward to start walking to the door.

“Stop looking at the house like it murdered your cat,” Vivi muttered, her arm tightening briefly around mine.

I tried to school my scowl into something more neutral. It wasn’t easy.

“We’re here for Taryn,” Vivi continued, “You might not even have to see him, or them together at all.”

I nodded mechanically as my eyes drifted to the window on the second floor that I knew belonged to Locke’s bedroom. Would he keep his secrets locked in there? Taryn could get in there, so maybe not, but it was worth a shot.

Some servants pushed open the door to let us inside and Vivi and I froze in the doorway. It looked like some kind of fancy 1800s ball, but with smaller dresses.

“Is that Elowyn?” Vivi whispered. I followed her gaze. It was, indeed, Elowyn Greenbriar in all her glory, perched near a huge window as if preparing to leap out and make a run for it soon. She was eyeing everyone with that look of judgment that seemed to be a Greenbriar birthright, looking more expensive than Locke’s mansion itself.

“I didn’t think she and Locke were that close.”

“It’s not just her,” I realized, as my eyes fell on Cealia, who was worming her way through the crowd of people to reach her sister.

But Vivi had noticed something else. “Nicasia’s here,” She hissed. “And she’s headed this way.”

Vivi and I’s arms were still linked so I tugged lightly and dragged us deeper into the house and crowd of people, effectively disappearing from Nicasia’s line of sight.

I wasn’t ready to deal with her quite yet.

I breathed deeply through my nose and snatched a glass of champagne off a tray nearby, scanning the room.

How could I slip away and snoop without being detected?

“Hey, Jude.” I tightened my grip on my flute of champagne and turned to face Nicasia. Her expression wasn’t pleasant, so I didn’t bother trying to act pleased to see her, either.

“Nicasia,” God. Why did she have to be so pretty, a long, flowing dress that was so many different shades of blue, I couldn’t even count them. It looked like it was tailored to fit her-it probably was, actually. It rippled as she moved, like ocean waves on the shore. Her hair was loose for the most part, aside from a few intricate braids woven in that she had curled around a single finger.

She plucked the champagne from my hand and sipped leisurely. It made my blood boil.

“I figured you’re one of the few people who hates being here as much as I do.”

I grudgingly nodded and her answering grin was sharp.

“Why are the Greenbriars here?” I blurted before I could think better of it.

Nicasia blinked at me before responding. “Because they’re Greenbriars. They do whatever they want when they want.”

It wasn’t a real answer and I had a feeling that she wasn’t just being difficult; she didn’t know, and hated that she didn’t know.

Well, Nicasia and I had something in common.

“Are they all here?” I asked.

She shook her head, “Balekin was here for a total of fifteen minutes before he vanished somewhere,” She gestured vaguely, lips turned down in disgust. “I haven’t seen Dain anywhere, but the girls are here. And Cardan,” She added, pretending like it was an afterthought.

My gaze automatically shot into the crowd, taking note of every face. But none of them were Cardan.

“Do you love Locke?” She asked scornfully.

“Do you?” I shot back, like we were third graders.

She rolled her eyes, “I’d rather crawl naked over glass.”

“Then you have my answer.”

She just looked at me for a beat

Nicasia drained the glass and thrust it back into my hand. She gave me a final judging once over before strutting off in the other direction.

~~~~~~ The next half hour was nothing but mingling; I had to make it clear I was here, that I supported this. After Nicasia had left me alone, I gritted my teeth and dove into the cage of hungry sharks.

I slipped back into the darkness, listened to aristocrats talk to each other, pretending they were all above each other and felt the weight of the gun shifting under my dress; the cold metal pulsed like it was branding me.

I pretended I was one of them; the lies felt warm and comforting on my tongue, honey on a warm summer afternoon.

The realization hit me like a truck: I couldn't entirely blame this on the Shadows' crash course training these past few weeks. I had always had the capacity for this; lying and manipulating and scheming came as effortlessly to me as breathing. I had been born for this. The thought should've been terrifying, but it settled beneath my heart, caged in my ribs with a comforting weight that couldn't be ignored.

“Excuse me,” I murmured and slipped away from the group I’d been attempting to charm.

Balekin hadn’t resurfaced and I wasn’t stupid enough to think he’d left the party entirely so as I slid along the walls of the second floor of Locke’s mansion, I kept my ears and eyes tuned to catch any and all movements.

Locke’s office.

Yes!

I glanced around, feeling like I was in some kind of cliche mafia movie before attempting to turn the door handle. Locked. Okay. Not great. I could work with it though.

Being Madoc’s daughter and Vivienne Duarte’s sister gave me access to an arsenal of weird abilities to use in a pinch.

I reached up to my hair before remembering I didn’t pull it up, so I turned my attention to my clutch, hoping there was a bobby pin or paper clip or something in there.

I’d let my guard down.

I heard his uneven steps coming towards me too late.

“My sweet nemesis,” Cardan slurred. “What do you think you’re doing?” ~~~

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Douchifer for the domestic ship meme? :D

domestic ship meme!

send me a ship and i’ll tell you:

who reaches out to new neighbors

lucifer, because he’s stupid nosy and dan usually can’t grab him in time. dan usually does the Lucifer Apology Tour afterwards - you know; yes that was my boyfriend, yes he’s very charming, yes he sunbathes naked in my yard, he will probably invite you to an orgy or offer you Fun Muffins at some point, sorry in advance. 

who remembers to buy healthy food

dan. you don’t get abs like that by eating junk. 

who remembers to buy junk food

unless you’re lucifer, apparently. he lives off all the crap dan can’t eat if he wants to stay in shape and lowkey dan hates him for it. lucifer must have hollow legs or something, because he’s always eating. 

who fixes the oven when it breaks

dan, while lucifer stands around watching him, making inappropriate comments about dan’s hammer and working himself up into a horny mess. what? it’s not my fault you look delectable when you bang things, daniel.

who waters the plants/feeds their pet(s)

they don’t have any, which is probably a blessing. dan is too forgetful to remember to water plants, and lucifer is…lucifer. 

who wakes up earlier

dan, because he goes either to the gym or out running before the school run and then work. dan is very often up before the sun. lucifer on the other hand doesn’t actually go to bed until stupid o’clock in the morning, so he’ll stay in bed until he absolutely has to get up to do his obnoxious beauty routine before work. 

who makes the bed

lucifer. he’s the one who’s fastidious about tidiness and house chores, which seems weird to dan bc, dude, aren’t you royalty? don’t you have servants doing this shit for you? at the penthouse lucifer has a cleaner who comes in weekly, someone who delivers his groceries, and gets all his clothes dry-cleaned, but he’s also super anal about keeping his living space spotless. dan, an overworked single dad with very little free time, is considerably less worried about how much mess there is in his lounge, and didn’t realise quite how obsessively clean lucifer is until he brings trixie over to lucifer’s place and watches his face do very complicated things as he watches her get sticky fingerprints all over his nice clean surfaces. 

who makes the coffee

dan, because he gets up first. he’ll take a mug of irish coffee into the bedroom to wake up lucifer when he comes back from his workout. while he’s showering, getting dressed and getting trixie ready for school, lucifer will be drinking the coffee, getting up, and putting breakfast on. by the time dan and trixie are all sorted, lucifer has breakfast on the table. 

who burns breakfast

lucifer when it’s chloe’s week to have trixie and dan tries to convince him they can absolutely have a quickie before he needs to attend to the bacon. 

how do they let each other know they’re leaving the house

lucifer tends to just disappear and dan won’t even realise he’s gone out until he gets a picture of like. a random dog across the street, or a car lucifer just decided he wants, or lucifer’s own reflection in the window of a store with the caption handsome devil. he’ll respond tf where are you, by which point lucifer’s phone is inevitably back in his pocket and forgotten about until he turns back up eventually like a bad penny

dan shouts from the front door once he’s all ready to go. 

how do they greet each other when one of them gets home

if lucifer’s had a good day he’ll burst in with a sing-song oh danieeeeeeeeel and launch straight into whatever story he’s itching to tell about his day. if he’s had a bad day he doesn’t really say anything, he just sort of tucks his head under dan’s chin and attaches like a limpet. dan can usually get away with pointing out you’re extra cuddly today, what’s the matter? but god help him if he teases about lucifer’s Emotional Human Moment. 

dan will shout, “i’ve got beer/chinese/whatever”, because a) priorities and b) mentioning food will bring both trixie and lucifer into the room to investigate, so it’s killing two birds with one stone really.   

who brings home little gifts like flowers/chocolates more often

lucifer. dan’s not massively romantic like that. he loves lucifer a lot, for all that he irritates the fuck outta him like 98% of the time, but he’s very much constrained by his own idea of masculinity and how much emotion he’s allowed to show. lucifer doesn’t give a fuck about your petty human gender roles, daniel. 

who picks the movie for movie night

dan. they have very similar tastes in films, and the last time lucifer was topside was in the 70s, so he has a lot to catch up on. their movie nights are usually dan introducing lucifer to all his favourite franchises from the 90s and early 00s. 

their favorite kind of movie to watch

they both fanboy over the weaponizer and body bags franchises so it’s pretty safe to assume that they’re into movies with lots of explosions, tough guys in wife beaters, improbable action scenes and plenty of nudity. lbh they also both like hot tub high school. 

who first suggests a pillow fort

lucifer, and it’s less of a suggestion and more lucifer calling in something stupid in exchange for doing dan a favour. 

who builds the pillow fort

lucifer. look, if he wants turrets on the bloody thing, he can do it himself, okay? dan is the father of a 10 year old, not a structural engineer. lucifer argues that technically this doesn’t clear dan’s half the deal if he’s having to build the stupid fort himself.

who tries to distract the other during the movie

listen, lucifer is a simple man. he sees dan relaxed and happy, he’s gonna kiss him. he notices a tent in dan’s pants, he’s gonna sit on it. fulfilling desires is his thing. 

who falls asleep first

lucifer. dan makes it a point of pride to fuck him into an exhausted, melted puddle. 

who is big spoon/little spoon

dan is the big spoon. lucifer’s his first actual relationship with a guy, not counting the occasional hookup in college that he felt a lot of catholic guilt over, so he’s used to his girlfriends wanting to cuddle into him and just sort of. automatically does the same with lucifer. and lucifer lives for it, honestly. nobody’s held him for billions of years. he soaks that affectionate shit up like a sponge. 10/10 soft cuddly devil

[lanamemories2]

rides onto the dash nude n on horseback like this pic of sam way. oh fancy seeing u here.......... im impeccably tensed our entire exchange. buns like steel cld crack a nut open between them. i’m nai n it’s so nice to meet u all!!!! i’m one of the admins here (josefine frida pettersen on the main) n i’m so Excited 2 get things going........... some facts abt me r i sometimes hv a witch’s cackle, i once drunkenly swung frm a tree branch pretending to b tarzan n fell n grass stained my fav jeans at 4 in the morning n i lov spicy food despite the fact it mkes me sweat like a hog in the sun. more abt lana under the cut!!! also like this or hmu if u wna plot n her pinterest is here n playlist is here 👺🌚

「kristine froseth & cis-female」⇾ jameson , lana, the junior radcliffe student’s records show that she is a gemini and 22 years old. she is studying dance, living in off campus and can be vivacious, passionate, childish & impulsive. when i see her i am reminded of stepping out in the cold wearing just a red slip, lipstick on a stranger’s throat, a bumper sticker on the back of a convertible cadillac that says ‘SCRAPPY DOO IS A FILTHY SLUT’. ⇽「nai & 23 & gmt & she/her.」

AESTHETICS:

scalding your fingers in shower water until they glow like rudolph’s nose, cherry red gym socks tugged high and nothing else, stepping out in the cold wearing just a red slip, an origami swan made from an old receipt, tickling a stranger’s chin with the end of a feather boa, crowning each finger with a miniature raspberry, hugging a knee close to lick a stripe of fruit juice off a bruise there, doodling penises in the condensation of a car window, a water pistol topped with rum and covered in glittery pin-up stickers, believable smiles that feel more like baring teeth, a bumper sticker on the back of a convertible cadillac that says ‘SCRAPPY DOO IS A FILTHY SLUT’, prancing around in your underwear to a vinyl record with the curtains open.

HISTORY:

lana grew up in a big house in albany, NY. albums framed on the walls. mayb some rolling stone covers too frm way bk when of the bands her dad’s label signed. kind of like… a rock star palace w no evidence of children at all. i think i summarised it best in one of lana’s self paras once when i said the garden ws “as big as it was unloved”, not that u wld know from all of the gardener’s pruning

lana’s mum victoria (vic) ws a music journalist w a pretty fruitful career ahead of her when she met lana’s dad richard (rich). his record label ws jst starting out, founded on the coattails of his rich best friend’s (jensen peters) investment w his other best friend (who he jst calls knoxville). it rocketed to success when they signed poppy injects, a rock band w an electric stage presence, n victoria ws drawn to the glitz n glamour of a man tht ws at the helm of his aspiring industry. their love ws very impulsive, all or nothing right frm the start, n it ws almost like she ws mre in love w his accomplishments n what he represented than him

anyway so jameson records repped a few big rock bands bk in the eighties, altho poppy injects r who they’re mostly known fr, namely bc of hw brightly they crashed n burned. (drugs/addiction tw) they were a big chart success bt the lead singer hd quite an intense struggle w heroin (wsnt rly subtle abt it either while he ws in the public eye as u cn probably imagine frm such an on-the-nose band name) n he ws always in n out of the papers. it eventually brought down his career n it ws a big publicity nightmare

lana pretty much… grew up around figures like this throughout childhood. rly troubled characters who wld kind of… b extremely volatile n destructive abt their troubles. the jameson house was kind of an open one as welcoming clients went n a lot of parties took place there. a lot of the time musicians wld b snorting lines in the kitchen when she wnted to grab a bowl of cereal fr breakfast. very strange environment fr a child to grow up in

her parents always kind of jst… didn’t like her much. her older brother caleb ws unplanned bt they sort of welcomed the surprise more bt… quickly realised they weren’t cut out fr parenthood n then when lana came as another surprise 3 yrs later they didn’t even try to hide their resentment abt the situation. her mum ws actually booked in to have an abortion bt cldnt go through with it at the last minute. once when lana asked her why shes so cold towards her she jst turned her head frm her dresser, looked at her, told her abt this n said “idk why i didn’t go”. lana didn’t kno wht to say to tht so she jst left her room n closed the door

(dissociation/delusion tw) bc of this growing up lana adopted this weird like…. she didn’t rly kno what it ws bt it ws a delusion of sorts where she thought she ws a ghost. she’d jst sort of… drift around the halls w noone acknowledging her n sometimes she ws jst convinced she wsnt actually there or they cldnt see her n she ws jst haunting the house frm a previous family

the one saving grace tho tht sort of?? gt her thru this n made her feel Seen ws caleb. lana quite genuinely hs always thought the sun shines out of her older brothers ass like she jst thinks. hes the best person in the entire world. wld b rly bewildered if anyone questioned tht. he wld always look out for her in the zoo they called a home n cut the crusts off her PBJs so they lkd like teddy bears (he’d cook fr them most of the time bc their parents were too busy/didn’t care to) n sometimes wld even sleep at the bottom of her bed curled up like a guard dog. it ws always lana n caleb n his best friend tommy against the world in tht house (tommy lived next door n was always over bc he had very strict parents / a military father tht he found suffocating)

SO when caleb n tommy announced tht they’d signed up to the army lana ws understandably…….. blindsided. she ws rly upset tht they were leaving like pretty besides herself bt she tried not to b mad at them n made them promise theyd b safe n back as soon as possible. she even asked if they cld somehow take her w them n they were jst like :/ it doesn’t work that way luv x

(death tw, ptsd tw, grief tw, trauma tw, hospitalisation tw, drugs tw) anyway caleb ended up getting discharged under grounds of severe ptsd when he witnessed tommy die in an explosion tht took place in a shock raid. caleb returned home sans tommy bt he was never the same after tht. he’s been in n out of hospital n he turned to using as a way to cope so it’s been a rly bumpy road since. lana kind of felt like two of her brothers died out there in a way n jst like tht it wasn’t them vs the world any mre, it was jst her

ANYWAY whew tht rly…. took a dark turn there….. chuckles nervously at hw sad lana’s life is bt it’s fine it’s all fINE!!!!!!! ok. so on a mre lighthearted note the jameson family r pretty well off n bc of her relation to such a big music industry figure she’s hung out w a fair few relatively high rep ppl thru her teens. mostly kids of celebrities n stuff like tht. she amassed kind of an instagram following mainly fr her style (penny lane-esque in some aspects aka lots of fur cuff trimmed jackets bt then also jst…. a wild combination of everything honestly. pastel faux fur coats, seventies style platforms, flame red cowboy boots, pink fishnet tights n glitter used like highlight Everywhere) n bc she’s undeniably Pretty Gorl

(trauma tw) after caleb got back he was rly withdrawn n depressed. he shut lana out n was kind of harsh to her a lot of the time, always telling her to leave him alone or pushing her away. it didnt help either tht lana had a rly traumatic experience w some of her dad’s colleagues at the label when she ws 16 n he was away n she cldnt even tell him abt it once he was bk bc of his own traumas. she kind of jst shut it all in n kept it to herself

(hypersexuality tw) this obviously?? made her spiral a lot. she was already a girl tht loved sex but since her trauma it got…. completely out of hand. it got to a point where she couldnt rly go 2 days without it, probably not even 1. her lowest point has probably been scrolling thru craiglist for anonymous encounters n meeting up w strangers on there fr hookups even tho it’s insanely dangerous n she cld wind up getting herself killed. the risk is honestly part of the appeal to her sometimes she’s :////// quite self destructive n jst likes a thrill to mke her feel Alive. it’s v clear at this point tht she has a sex addiction whether she’s ever admitted it or not. it kind of… almost mingled w tht same feeling she used to get when she ws younger of being a ghost?? like she jst. only rly feels Real when she’s being touched

(violence tw) she’s had.................... SCH a bad history dating wise. she almost always dates fking.... actual beasts like i jst wna gently shake her by the shoulders sometimes bt :////////////// one of her recent exes is in prison aftr he beat up someone she’d slept w in front of her like she jst. has had a very Not Sexy time w romance...... she hd to b a witness in the trial abt it n he ws found guilty n sent down so it ws like Intense n a gd example of the kinds of disastrous relationships she gets herself into. perks of being a wallflower voice: We Accept The Love We Think We Deserve.

this past summer she gt a job at a burlesque club in downtown lovell!!! it honestly is her dream job like. dancing? being sexy? fav hobbies................. most delicious pastimes... 10/10 ideal fr her............... she almost started working at a coyote ugly bar bt this one won her over. she usually jets off to some foreign country n has a rly exotic n action packed summer bt i think she wldv just been working local there fr this one to b close to her brother (the rehab he’s at is close like a 40 min drive so!). she’s also moved into a big lofty apartment w 3 roommates tht’s above a chinese take out w lots of lanterns hung outside. the street? scott street......................... tribute to mizz phoebe bridgers hunger games salutes to the sky so it travels 2 her............. she gt a red heart shaped bath tub installed which hs always been her dream so honestly the summer hs been pretty gd to her....... five stars on yelp she deserves Some happiness once in a while

PERSONALITY:

always smells vaguely of wild cherries or strawberry starburst or jst the candy aisle in general. if she ws a vinyl record she’d b this one n she’d only play good vibrations by the beach boys, dancing on my own by robyn, play that funky music by wild cherry, femme fatale by the velvet underground n (i can’t get no) satisfaction by the rolling stones

growing up lana was always a HUGE social butterfly. knew everyone n everyone knew her. she ws one of those girls tht ws kind of impossible to ignore or forget (cld b a gd or bad thing depends on ur Stance...... she can be a lot tho frankly). very animated, always made u feel like u were the centre of the universe whenever she spoke to u, always made it feel like u were best friends even if ud only spoken to her once.

deliberately puts on tht kind of Magnetic Alluring act tht femme fatales wear in movies sometimes. kind of…. is always playing A Role of the person tht she wants to b seen as or the person she feels ppl want her to be. chameleons to situations. feels like she’s performed as the vivacious n fun loving Lana Jameson fr so long tht she doesn’t rly kno who she is beneath tht bt she isn’t too keen to find out

always the last one awake at the party. jst doesn’t seem to hv.... an off switch. every1 else cld b passed out at 6am n she’d still b swaying around to sunday morning by the velvet underground in her underwear drinking frm a bottle of merlot

she’s always been rly spontaneous n adventurous. always doing something weird n wild every weekend. she has ten thousand ridiculously absurd n chaotic stories

uncontrollably flirty. she’s tht tumblr post tht’s like flirting will b ur hubris n the reply is like kind of sexy of u to say so................ SO confident cld talk to anyone. makes a joke out of anything. tends to laugh when she feels like crying. even if she DOES cry she’ll smile thru it like it isn’t happening she jst.... doesn’t like to b negative ever if she cn help it

she’s amassed a weird collection of like... Things various ppl she’s known hv made abt her. this guy she ws friends w wrote a song abt her n performed it at a gig she went to without telling her in advance. it ws rly dramatic he sang it n looked at her the whole time n she ws jst a bit like.... omg.... lmfao............... she’s also hd various paintings done of her. i honestly dnt even rly kno hw it happens she jst has a personality where she..... leaves an impression like a lipstick print on a white shirt w some ppl.................. she’s like tht tumblr post where someone arrives at a poetry reading n is like hi yes........ where do the muses sit? except she isn’t rly.... obnoxious abt it she jst shrugs n is like.......... oh that........... KJHSFKHGSFKGHSFKGSFHGK. it’s a charmed life fr some

always dapples her fingers thru the breeze when she’s driving in a car w the window down. she almost always has some sort of sweet on her, whether it’s sour haribo cherries or strawberry lollipops.

PLOTS:

exes tht lana’s fucked over hideously. she’d probably cheat a lot and it’d be a whole…mess. whips her in the town square like gale

mayb someone tht flipped the switch and cheated on her??? chaos. anguish. strife. 

someone tht works at the burlesque club in downtown lovell w her!!!!! as like a bartender or another dancer or security or................... whtvr honestly. hvn’t worked out a name fr the club yet bt i think it cld b a fun setting to write stuff in n there cld b lots to build off there!!

a cousin plot cld b fun too

her n freya nilsen run smthn called Dick Sisters Inc......... they hv a twitter fr it n everything.... n a hq based in one of the abandoned dorms in the leach building.... lots of inflatable furniture disco balls.............. lana even gt replica airplane seats so they cn sit n b served drinks by this guy tht runs errands fr them who they call bucket....... they bsically like. set ppl up n help ppl get laid it’s a matchmaking service of sorts.......... started as a joke bt nw it’s genuinely become quite a profitable business w word spreading all over campus........ ugh entrepreneurial icons... anyway mayb ur chara cld come to lana fr Dick Sisters assistance......... mayb they’v come to them in the past......... 

a friend tht lana fel out w bc she slept w their significant other.

someone tht’s getting lana into drugs?? she’s kind of impressionable/down for anything so tht’s a likely scenario she’d get into tbh

briefly did camgirl stuff on an independent bt up n coming porn site....... titters.......... mayb ur muse used a pseudonym n recognises lana frm it bt is too embarrassed to admit they were subscribed............ mayb they happened upon her on there once n nw r jst like. what do i do w this knowledge. idk cld b fun to work around perhaps

an unrequited crush!! (either way is cool)

someone tht is just hanging out w her/using her bc she has a lot of instagram followers or they want to b signed to her dad’s label

someone in a band!! she’d probably make like penny lane n b their groupie/sleep w them all i won’t lie to u. relentless.....

umm a good influence too mayb?

honestly?? anything is fine i cld ramble for days. mayb even one of the high profile kids she grew up hangin w idk. world’s our oyster fellas!

[biobab]

undergrad immunology internship: 3/14 update!

SO its basically been a month since I started working, and so far, I'm really enjoying it!

50% of what I do is media and buffer prep, which maybe would include making antibiotic plates on some days, and 50% plasmid processing. oh and 30% of that first 50% is running around the building checking and waiting for and fixing the autoclaves.

but boy howdy have I learned a lot! I'm way more confident making buffers and sterile solutions from stock reagents. I was so lost at first bc I had to learn where to find everything, learn their waste disposal procedures and the most efficient way to make certain media. because it was QUITE A SHOCK to me that agar settles within 0.5 seconds in a graduated cylinder, thus sticking to the bottom when you try to pour it out??? yeah so "1L of plate media" actually means "1L of media + 15g of agar".

ok so this gets REALLY LONG and i go into detail what my day is like, so if u into that keep reading but tl;dr,,, i’m learning a lot and doing things!!!

I've also learned labs should REALLY invest in disposable metates or somethin bc a lot of crystalline reagents form clumps that are like ROCKS. so i'll spend like a good minute chopping up salt crystals with the tiny side of a scapula when it really needs 5 seconds with a mortar and pestle. but ANYWAYS

buffers were scary at first bc I nearly accidentally inhaled the imidazole (why the FUCK does it smell like that??) but they are super chill and easy now, more a waiting game for things to dissolve anyway.

so like 40% of my job is autoclaving a buncha stuff, and always gotta be autoclaving 250mL flasks. now there are like 3 different brands of flasks the lab uses, and all are valid but have different shaped mouths (like the top of the flask). there are the Lipped Ones, the Skinny Guys and my favorite,, the Chunky Bois!!! i gotta cut EXTRA large aluminum foil for them, bc boy they got GIRTH. anyhow i am just a stones throw from naming and recognizing each individual flask of the maybe 100 in the lab :-)

the autoclaves i may also name too. there are three in the building. the north one is the Good Child who occasionally acts up and refuses to work, but that has only happened once this whole past month. the south one is Extremely Problematic and will just,, refuse to open and scream as it holds hostage your stuff, until to call Walter, its only friend, to coax it back open (S.O. TO WALTER THE FACILITIES ENGINEER HE'S A HOMIE). and then theres the Forbidden One, which we of the first floor are technically not allowed to use, as its on the second floor and only for those labs to use. but,, if we really weren't supposed to use it, why would they install an elevator? 🤔

so we use it when Extremely Problematic is screaming and Good One is in use.

now finally the benchpros. these little powerhouses i love them but tina-marie (who is SERIOUSLY one of the coolest ladies I've ever met and I have SO MUCH respect for her and she STILL catches me off guard with how nice and understanding she is, despite how stressed she always seems, which is pretty understandable she does so much) always talks about them with a suspicious trust, as if they are only communicating in the midst of a cease-fire. anyways they extract and purify DNA from e. coli cultures, which you just dump into a tub, insert some cartridges and press "run". i like how compact and easy they are to use, and when you finally collect the purified DNA there is like a sense of small excitement bc you're like "hm! lets see what we got!". the moment of truth is getting DNA concentrations of at least 300 ug/ul, and lately we've gotten upwards of 1000 ug/ul! which is weird but not bad.

anyhow the other interns are really nice, esp. the one i work with the most, she goes to SDSU and is really sweet, its nice to talk 100% comfortably with someone there. everyone else is super nice, but also tend to keep to themselves when working (besides tina-marie). I kind of prefer that actually, I find I do best when I'm working by myself, bc I dont have to worry about what someone else is doing or coodinate. I have more stuff to do, but I actually really like the constant pace and always having something to do. its very fulfilling to start with a whole list of stuff to do in the beginning of the day, planning how to tackle it in your head as you put your hair up, then gradually wipe off every task you complete, until there is nothing left before you leave, a little tired but happy everything is done and done right.

SPEAKING of done right,, I've had a few whoopies (besides the agar debacle.....) but none too serious and I've recovered well, havent made the same mistake twice. First was forgetting to vaccum filter a buffer solution, then foiling the LB flasks for autoclave while floating the caps, then not finishing the processing of a couple cultures, then using TBS to blank the nanodrop when I should have used water, and today discovering I used the wrong LB tablets to make media (I DIDNT KNOW WHAT LENNOX WAS BUT APPARENTLY ITS DIFFERENT FROM NORMAL LB). more affirmed that asking questions is a good thing!!

all in all, I really enjoy working there and I really hope I can do full time during the summer. if not, I can easily still do part-time but I'll probably have to do something on the side as well (grubhub, taskrabbit, esty?)

this was REALLY LONG but i wanna document my journey through this so. idk if someone reads this plz like and maybe give feedback maybe it'll help someone idk!

thas all for now~~~

[touristguidebuzz]

We found a slice of Pacific Northwest paradise on South Pender Island

South Pender Island, British Columbia

One of the things we love about living in British Columbia is its ability to consistently deliver awesome travel experiences. Our trip to Pender Island was yet another reminder that we need to invest more time exploring our home province. It continually surprises us.

Earlier this year we created our personal goals for 2017. One of Nicole’s goals for 2017 is to visit another island on British Columbia’s coast. There are so many islands in the Pacific Northwest that we still want to visit, so we made this a priority and put a few feelers out to the universe.

We connected with the good people at Poets Cove Resort and Spa on South Pender Island and decided it was time to put our plan into action. South Pender Island is part of the Southern Gulf Islands archipelago and the closest Gulf Island to the U.S./Canada border. It’s connected to North Pender Island by a single land bridge.

To maximize our time on South Pender Island, we decided to visit over the Easter long weekend. It’s one of the ways we’re able to create more travel experiences with the same amount of vacation days (learn more by reading this post).

Poets Cove Resort & Spa

We spent 3 nights in a spacious private cottage at Poets Cove Resort. It’s a beautiful resort that overlooks Bedwell Harbour and the marina. The property is nestled in a cove that’s relatively isolated, so you’re forced to slow down and soak up the laid-back Gulf Island vibes.

We captured some video footage that we recently uploaded to our YouTube channel. For those of you that are curious about Poets Cove, we will write a more in-depth blog post about the resort soon. In the meantime, below are a few photos of the resort and the spectacular views of Bedwell Harbour.

Views of Bedwell Harbour and the marina from the lobby balcony at Poets Cove.

Kayaking around Bedwell Harbour

The Gulf Islands offer some of the best paddling in the Pacific Northwest. Beaumont Marine Park, located on the west shore of South Pender Island in Bedwell Harbour, is one of the most popular marine parks in the Gulf Islands. It’s a short paddle from Poets Cove to Beaumont Park and there are several beaches along the shoreline.

The area is part of the larger Gulf Islands National Park Reserve, one of Canada’s newest national park reserves. The reserve protects over 15 islands and the surrounding islets and reefs.

You can rent kayaks and canoes from Dog Mermaid, a local company that offers equipment rentals and guided excursions. The kayaks are located at the beach in front of Poets Cove. In the off season, you’ll need to call ahead to book the kayaks. Here are the contact details.

The beach on the horizon is Beaumont Marine Park.

The water in the marine park is super clear. I was able to see about 15 feet below the surface.

Searching for sea creatures at low tide

A highlight for Braydon (and Nicole) was searching for sea creatures at low tide. The water retracts quite a bit on the coast, revealing the ocean floor and hundreds of little tide pools. We saw plenty of little crabs (and big ones), purple starfish, thousands of barnacles and a baby eel.

This big guy was stuck in a hole near the rock face. He appeared to be dead, but when Nicole picked him up he moved slowly. He must have struggled to climb out of that hole. High tide would not have reached him, so he likely would have died or been eaten by a bigger animal.

We put him back in the water and within a few minutes he had wandered off.

At high tide, this beach is completely covered by water.

Thousands of barnacles and mussels are attached to this rock formation.

A trio of purple starfish protect themselves in a shaded crevasse at low tide.

Look at all those barnacles! It’s quite the sight, actually.

This massive rock formation is teeming with sea creatures and wildlife. Braydon found a few more starfish clinging to sides of those dark holes in the rock. He was pretty excited about that. He felt like he was on a sea creature scavenger hunt.

This strange looking crab was already dead when Braydon found him on the rocky beach.

I don’t know what the heck this is, but it’s some kind of spongy sea creature. Anyone?

Spectacular Sunsets

Poets Cove faces west, which means it’s perfectly positioned for evening sunsets. It was overcast the first night of our stay, but we were treated to soft pastel sunsets the other two nights. The marina and calm water create a stunning landscape.

The evenings are so peaceful and quiet on South Pender Island.

Walking through the Enchanted Forest

The Enchanted Forest is within walking distance to Poets Cove Resort. It’s a relatively small forest that has a network of trails and bridges that connect to each other.

The walk to the forest from Poets Cove is straight uphill and on the main road, so we decided to drive to the entrance instead. It’s only a 3 minute drive from the resort, but we didn’t want to risk burning out their little legs before we had a chance to visit the forest.

The forest trails are an easy walk. Bring proper shoes, there are slippery and muddy sections.

Brotherly love. The Enchanted Forest is a fun walk for little ones.

This is the main road that takes you to and from Poets Cove. As you can see, things move a little slower over here. The main trail in the Enchanted Forest ends at the side of this road, so you have to either turn around or walk back along this road to the forest trail entrance.

Wine Tasting at Sea Star Winery

Did you know there are wineries on the Southern Gulf Islands? We didn’t! It was a nice surprise to learn that we could go wine tasting during our visit to the Pender Island.

The Sea Star Winery is located on North Pender Island, on the eastern side. The winery owns two vineyards; a seaside vineyard that cascades down to the beach and an upper vineyard that terraces up to Mount Menzies, which is part of the Gulf Islands National Park Reserve.

You can purchase wine directly from the tasting room. Check the hours of operation before you go. We were told that the winery is not open during the winter months.

Coastal hikes to secluded beaches

The Gulf Islands are filled with coastal trails and secluded beaches. During our stay at Poets Cove we found a trail in front of our cottage that leads to multiple beaches. We made it a daily ritual to wander down to these quiet beaches to take advantage of our surroundings. The best part is that you have these beaches and coves all to yourself. We rarely ran into other people.

Our boys had so much fun turning over rocks in search of baby crabs. We threw stones in the ocean and listened to the birds sing. Pender Island is the perfect place to connect with nature and recharge your batteries.

We spotted two little garter snakes on this section of the trail. Connor wasn’t sure if he should be excited or terrified. This was the first time he witnessed a real snake in the wild. Within seconds the snakes quickly disappeared into the thick grass. He was okay with that.

The coastal landscapes are incredible. We even lucked out with a little sunshine.

The water in the marina is surprisingly calm. Especially in the morning.

Marina reflections. The calm morning water was like a mirror.

This is the Canada Border Services Agency building. Not a bad place to be positioned if you’re a border security agent. Sure beats the chaos of the Vancouver International Airport!

Relax and Unwind

We really enjoy the pace of Pender Island. Everything moves a little slower. Nobody is in a rush. There are no traffic jams or long line-ups. People seem genuinely happy and relaxed.

Every time we visit the Gulf Islands we can feel the tension in our shoulders disappear the moment we drive off the ferry. A sense of calm washes over us. I don’t think we could live here full time (we do like the city life), but we’re always grateful to spend time on the islands.

Braydon wanted to be in that hot tub as much as possible. He literally woke up one morning and said, “can we go in the hot tub now?” He didn’t have to beg. We were all over that hot tub too.

Pull up a chair. But don’t lean back to hard!

We love watching our boys connect with nature. It reminds us of our childhood and takes us back to simpler times. When was the last time you down a beach just because you felt like it?

Who doesn’t love a private hot tub?!

We visited the island over the Easter Holiday and the fun people at Poets Cove Resort hosted an Easter egg hunt for the little ones. Did you see this video on our Facebook page? Pure chocolate egg panic!

How to get to Pender Island?

Most people will arrive on Pender Island via the BC Ferries. The ferry terminal on Pender Island is called Otter Bay (pictured above). It’s a small terminal with limited facilities.

There are no direct ferries to Pender Island from Vancouver.

If you’re coming from the Lower Mainland (ie. Vancouver), you will depart from Tsawwassen. The ferry will likely make stops at Galiano Island and Mayne Island before reaching Pender Island. If you’re coming from Vancouver Island (ie. Victoria), you will depart from Swartz Bay.

Here’s the ferry schedule to Pender Island.

It is highly recommended that you make reservations when sailing from Vancouver to the Gulf Islands. There are limited sailings in the winter months and on weekdays. Plan to arrive at the ferry terminal at least 45 minutes earlier (minimum). If you miss the ferry, there may not be another one that day.

We learned something new about the BC Ferries on this trip to Pender Island. Watch this video to learn about the best kept secret on the BC Ferries.

You can also catch a float plane to Pender Island. The main airlines are Harbour Air, Kenmore Air, and Seair. Prices and schedules will vary depending on the time of year.

There is no public transportation on Pender Island. There is a taxi service, but there are limited vehicles. It’s best to bring a vehicle with you on the ferry.

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