#birthday party Spokane

[throatcoat]

//on love and longing//

sugar-free root beer dribbles down my parted lips, reminding me of summers spent laying in parks & sharing cold soda cans from the vending machine just outside the local i.g.a. as the syrup slides down my desert-dry-stomach, a shiver runs down my crooked spine. a hint of lip-balm follows- maple syrup pancakes.

when i was a little girl, we would go to the local (and tiny) rural run-down airport every father’s day, right before the fishing derby. the little old white-haired-sun-spotted-air-men’s-wives cooked buttermilk pancakes on the griddles. my dad would slather the jacks in homemade peanut butter, drowned in maple syrup from the mountains of british columbia. it was the only time i ever spent in an airplane. my little sister on my lap in the quivering, too-small-for-comfort retardant plane. once, as we flew over the cherry & apple orchards, over the okanogan river, i watched as a helicopter dipped into osoyoos. tendrils of smoke wrapped around the mountains that surrounded the valley. my stomach dipped as we descended to the grounds from the heavens.

i felt like an angel in the same way i did on the old carousel in spokane. my fingers reaching up, grasping the neon colored rings. the same way i did as we floated down the columbia. the same way i did in the middle of a wildfire as the familiar smoke choked my parched throat.

love is the lavender outside my bedroom window, the bleeding hearts & the honey suckles blooming. it is the glow-in-the-dark-stars on the ceiling, the dust floating around the projector in the middle of the night on a school night. it is the rabbit i buried by the well, it is the rabbit my grandfather turned into stew meat when i was 11. it is the worn-cover of animal farm that my father gave me in second grade. it is the peppermint iced tea in the summer & the hot black coffee in the winter. it is the halloween birthday parties & the homemade costumes & trick r treaters laughing. it is the playground where i won my first fist fight. it is the swing sets that i fall from. it is the pebble still stuck in my shin. it is a missing tooth & cracked wish bone. it is vhs tapes & tape recorders & karaoke machines. it is dusty roads & sneaking out through the window. it is the trampoline under the shooting stars. it is the coyotes that call out beneath my window pane covered in vine leaves. it is the waves crashing on the beach where we slept. it is the taste of metal as we shovel spaghettios down our gullets by the camp fire. it is the sleeping bags i cocoon myself in, mummify myself in, bury myself in. it is sleepy silence & the miles in between. it is the songs sung under the breath by the steering wheel. it is the cornfields in indiana that i rot in. it is the roadkill on the side of the free-way in wyoming- probably the same coyote who once sung me to sleep with her lullabies of mange & rabies & dust & field mice. it is the barn owls that rest on my windowsill. it is the smell of a summer thunder storm in the middle of the desert in july. it is the faded sneakers i refuse to give up.

it is how he makes me feel.

like this.

the nostalgia.

it rots my bones like the radioactive dust particles of pripyat.

rootbeer dribbles from my lips as i grin. sheepishly. i grin.

[saturniiinae]

//on love and longing//

sugar-free root beer dribbles down my parted lips, reminding me of summers spent laying in parks & sharing cold soda cans from the vending machine just outside the local i.g.a. as the syrup slides down my desert-dry-stomach, a shiver runs down my crooked spine. a hint of lip-balm follows- maple syrup pancakes.

when i was a little girl, we would go to the local (and tiny) rural run-down airport every father's day, right before the fishing derby. the little old white-haired-sun-spotted-air-men's-wives cooked buttermilk pancakes on the griddles. my dad would slather the jacks in homemade peanut butter, drowned in maple syrup from the mountains of british columbia. it was the only time i ever spent in an airplane. my little sister on my lap in the quivering, too-small-for-comfort retardant plane. once, as we flew over the cherry & apple orchards, over the okanogan river, i watched as a helicopter dipped into osoyoos. tendrils of smoke wrapped around the mountains that surrounded the valley. my stomach dipped as we descended to the grounds from the heavens.

i felt like an angel in the same way i did on the old carousel in spokane. my fingers reaching up, grasping the neon colored rings. the same way i did as we floated down the columbia. the same way i did in the middle of a wildfire as the familiar smoke choked my parched throat.

love is the lavender outside my bedroom window, the bleeding hearts & the honey suckles blooming. it is the glow-in-the-dark-stars on the ceiling, the dust floating around the projector in the middle of the night on a school night. it is the rabbit i buried by the well, it is the rabbit my grandfather turned into stew meat when i was 11. it is the worn-cover of animal farm that my father gave me in second grade. it is the peppermint iced tea in the summer & the hot black coffee in the winter. it is the halloween birthday parties & the homemade costumes & trick r treaters laughing. it is the playground where i won my first fist fight. it is the swing sets that i fall from. it is the pebble still stuck in my shin. it is a missing tooth & cracked wish bone. it is vhs tapes & tape recorders & karaoke machines. it is dusty roads & sneaking out through the window. it is the trampoline under the shooting stars. it is the coyotes that call out beneath my window pane covered in vine leaves. it is the waves crashing on the beach where we slept. it is the taste of metal as we shovel spaghettios down our gullets by the camp fire. it is the sleeping bags i cocoon myself in, mummify myself in, bury myself in. it is sleepy silence & the miles in between. it is the songs sung under the breath by the steering wheel. it is the cornfields in indiana that i rot in. it is the roadkill on the side of the free-way in wyoming- probably the same coyote who once sung me to sleep with her lullabies of mange & rabies & dust & field mice. it is the barn owls that rest on my windowsill. it is the smell of a summer thunder storm in the middle of the desert in july. it is the faded sneakers i refuse to give up.

it is how he makes me feel.

like this.

the nostalgia.

it rots my bones like the radioactive dust particles of pripyat.

rootbeer dribbles from my lips as i grin. sheepishly. i grin.

[taylorswiftisalegend]

Hey Taylor Swift!

Hi! So, my name is Katelyn and my mom and I are HUGE fans! 1989 is her FAVORITE album and I want to get her the most amazing surprise for her birthday gift. She is the most amazing mom I could ask for and I want her to know how much she means to me, so, it's a huge favor to ask, but I want to get the two of us into one of your secret session album parties for 1989 Taylor's version! I know no one has ever probably asked you something like this, and it's very demanding, but I love my mom so much and I really want this for her. I would figure out transportation money and what not if needed. We live in Spokane Washington, so wherever is closest would be best but any state would work. we love you, and thanks for listening! Bye! :]

#Taylornation

[remedykitchen]

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[jumpingjackalopeaxeco]

How is axe-throwing done Like a Professional?

Axe throwing is an ancient talent that diverse mountain peoples employed for hunting and as a weapon. While the movies make it appear to be so brutal and straightforward, it isn't as quick as it seems. An axe was a close-quarters weapon employed by Native Americans and other mountain-based societies. 

Your axe-throwing capabilities can be a great party trick. The complete toss may be more complicated than the movies portray it to be, but techniques can make it easier for you. 

Preparing for throwing an axe

With an axe in your hand, you've already completed the first step. Make sure you're in a safe area where you can toss dangerous materials; the last thing you want to do is hurt the people around you. A good-sized tree stump or simply a solid piece of wood wide enough to catch any unsuccessful throws is the most acceptable target for practice. 

Ensure the wood is soft enough to stick the throwing axe on without it bouncing off, as this could be dangerous to people nearby. 

A four-inch thick stump is an ideal size to affix a sharp axe and to it back pull easily after the axe has sunk in. After that, you can put it on a metal or wooden stand, but never against a hard surface, as this will break the axe if you miss the target.

Safety First, Always

It's never a good idea to play with sharp objects, and these throwing axes aren't toys. Avoid tampering with them needlessly, and keep in mind that the space surrounding you must be cleared before you throw it. When others are in front, behind, or beside you or your target, don't throw any axes. To handle such equipment, one requires expert assistance, and it's always better to perform such sports under guidance. If you want to enjoy Axe Throwing in Birthday Party, then visit Jumping Jackalope. 

Form Is Everything

By holding it like a hammer, you can improve your grasp. If your palms are sweaty or smooth, don't toss them; instead, use chalk to create grip. Check the axe head's alignment before throwing it. Correct any rotations to the left or right of your grip, so it flies straight and without wobbling. Place your thumb on top of the handle, then bring it behind your head and throw it with a spin. Ensure you're not too far away from the target so the axe doesn't lose momentum too soon.

It should be relatively simple, and if you have your area and time to practice, you will effortlessly be able to master it in no time. Jumping Jackalope can offer ample space to learn the skill, where it is safe and has staff equipped to teach first-time axe throwers. 

Reach us out at Jumping Jackalope for Axe Throwing Group Events and Parties in Spokane, WA. 

[cordelldrake]

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[scarletdawnxx-blog]

Bucky Barnes x Reader One shot

“Are you sure you are ready to do this?” you asked Bucky barely able to contain your laughter.

  “Very ready,” He replied with a grin looking you up and down in the costume you had on and licking his lips making you blush under his gaze. The two of you had been peas in a pod since the moment he had arrived at the compound. Picking on Steve being your favorite thing to do together. The two of you had been working on your plan for his birthday for weeks. You could always count on Tony turn a small gathering of friends into a full blown party.

 You peeked around the corner into the room where everyone was gathered and queued F.R.I.D.A.Y. to really get the party started.

 “Captain Rogers, Ms. Y/N and Sargent Barnes have prepared a special birthday surprise for you.” She announced and Steve groaned when he heard the song. You rushed out and took your spot. The red and white skirt swishing against your thighs. You gave Steve a wink before you started singing…

Who's strong and brave, here to save the American Way?

Everyone erupted into laughter as Bucky came out wearing a replica of Steve’s old costume and holding his shield.

 “Not all of us can storm a beach or drive a tank, but there's still a way all of us can fight” Bucky started copying Steve from all those terrible Captain America propaganda films. The two of you smiling and enjoying every minute of this.

Who vows to fight like a man for what's right night and day? 

You continued, the two of you moving perfectly around each other having practiced the routine more than a few times, always ending in both of you almost crying from laughing so hard. It had warmed your heart seeing Bucky so carefree and laughing. He had a devastating smile and you knew exactly why he had been such a ladies man in the forties.

“Series-E defense bonds; each one you buy is a bullet in the barrel of your best guy's gun.”

Who will campaign door-to-door for America? Carry the flag shore to shore for America From Hoboken to Spokane The Star Spangled Man with a Plan!

“We all know this is about trying to win the war, but we can't do that without bullets and bandages, tanks and tents. That's where you come in, every bond you buy will help protect someone you love, keep our boys armed and ready and the Germans will think twice about trying to get the drop on us.”

“I’m gonna get the drop on you,” Steve yelled making his way to the two of you, you squealed with laughter before starting to run away from the approaching super soldier. The whole room was a roar of laughter.

“Do you not like your gift Captain?” you asked laughing the whole way, Bucky in tow as you made your way through the crowd. Bucky tossed the shield towards Steve causing enough distraction for the two of you to get away, finally stopping when you hit the night air outside of the compound. The two of you laughing and trying to catch your breath. “Oh that was priceless, I hope Stark got that all on camera.”

 “Knowing Tony, its already on the internet.” Bucky chuckled sweeping you up into hug and spinning you around. “That brain of yours better start working on a new way to torture him.” 

“Only if you help me pull it off,” You said smiling up at him as he put you down. 

“Always,” he said smiling. The lines around his eyes crinkling. “You coming back inside?” he asked hearing thunder in the distance. A storm was moving in. 

“No I think I’m going to stay out here for a minute.” You said waling further away from the compound, into the night air, watching the storm clouds roll in. 

“Don’t come crying to me if you get caught in the rain.” He said watching you, crossing his arms. 

“What? Scared of a little water? Afraid that arm of yours will rust up Tinman?” you teased him just as the skies opened up and started to down pour. You tilted your head back and felt the drops hit your face, stretching your arms out and dancing in the rain. Bucky watched you closely, and you met his eyes, a smile on your face. You couldn’t help but smile when he was around, big make your cheeks hurt smiles, but seeing the look on his face made your breath catch in your throat and your heart pound, it stopped you instantly. “You just going to stare at me?” you asked raising a brow at him, baiting him. 

“What can I say, I like the view.” He looked so calm and casual leaning against one the beams that held up the large glass portico. 

“It’s even better out here,” you called to him, walking even further into the open field, spinning around, arms thrown wide. You forgot how fast Bucky was because before you could register what was happening you were in his arms again. You couldn’t help but admit it was your favorite place to be. You put your arms around his neck as he cradled you in his arms, the weight of you nothing to him and his super solider strength. 

“You’re right, the view is much better out here.” He said his eyes going to your lips before meeting your gaze. Of course, you had mused to yourself more than once, what it would be like to kiss him, to have him come to your bed at night, but you never wanted to ruin the friendship, never let it go further than a little light teasing, but now, in his arms, feeling his breath on your neck, your heart felt like it would leap from your chest. Another boom of thunder made you jump, the nervousness getting to you. You let go of him and put yourself back on the ground. 

“We should probably go back in, before it gets too bad out here,” you said, wanting the tension of the moment to break. Bucky just looked at you confused. You tried looking anywhere but his face. 

“If that’s what you want,” he said in a quite voice, his hand trail down your arm, causing you to shudder, his eyes still studying your lips. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” you said feeling extremely self-conscious all the sudden. 

“Like what?” he said stepping closer to you, but you took a step back, pulling your arm from his grasp and wrapping them around yourself. 

“Like you are going to devour me.” You said annoyed with his teasing. He had never teased you like this before and you didn’t like it, didn’t like feeling as if he was…mocking you somehow. 

“Maybe I do,” he took another step closing that distance again, the rain continuing to pour on you both. 

“Don’t” you breathed.

“Don’t what Y/N?” you looked up at him, those blue eyes watching you so intently, shining with more than teasing, but with want, desire. “Tell me you don’t feel it too.” 

“You want me to lie and say I have never thought about it, thought about us, of course I have, but what if I fuck it all up and ruin what we have now. You’re my best friend Barnes, I can’t, I won’t lose that.” You admitted to him. He laughed and you soured at it, brushing past him and heading back towards the compound. Bucky’s hand grabbed your arm and whirled you around crashing your body into his before his lips met yours. His vibranium hand reaching around to the back of your neck deepening the kiss, his tongue urging your lips to part. You melted into him, your arms snaking around his waist, as he slid his another around your back. You stood there kissing in the rain, finally letting yourself feel more than just friendship. 

“Hey, will you two stop trying to eat each other and get out of the rain,” Sam yelled out at the two of you. Bucky broke the kiss and whispered. “I’m going to kill him.” You chuckled and looked up at him. 

“This isn’t over,” he said kissing your forehead before turning to Sam with a deadly glare. “You best run Birdman.” He said taking off towards Sam who quickly made his way back inside. You laughed watching him, your face hurt from smiling, again, your heart leaping in your chest as you finally made your way back inside. Steve’s birthday was now your favorite day of the year for sure.

[lilhawkeye3]

This Ohio discourse has got me dying to create discourse about every other state now hehe so I officially present:

Hawk’s review of 36/50 US states!

In alphabetical order because that fuckin song “50 nifty United States” has been stuck in my head since fourth grade.

Arizona: Phoenix is hot. Can’t believe y’all choose to live in a place that gets haboobs. Saw Sen. John McCain in the airport. I feel that sums up the state well. 4/10

California: as a resident of the state of Oregon, I’m legally required to say fuck California😌 unless anyone else talking shit about Cali and then we got your back😤 SoCal vs San Fran vs Northern Cal are totally different worlds though. 7/10

Colorado: damn idk how y’all breathe there, them air is thin. But really pretty out there! 7/10

Connecticut: oh my god fuck New Haven. And Stamford, and Hartford, and— Yknow what? Let’s just toss the whole state into the Sound. For real, traffic is the WORST here and I’m so sorry that y’all gotta live like that. 3/10

Delaware: I cannot believe this is considered a state. There’s no difference between Delaware and Maryland/Pennsylvania. 1/10 should not be a state

Florida: “the only hills in Florida are the highway ramps and the Matterhorn!” —the shuttle driver at Disney World. He was right. Shit is flat as fuck here. And hot. And humid. The Gulf Coast is nice? But tbh it’s just all very touristy which is kind of a bummer. 5/10

Georgia: ...I can’t with the humidity or thinly veiled racism. But y’all got nice peaches! Also Black Panther filmed there so thank you for blessing us with that. 6/10 for fruits

Hawaii: okay pineapple farms are cool. Tbh I just feel really bad for how much mainlander/tourist bs all the islanders put up with. Ik price of living is v high and keeps going up. That said I did love Hawaii... although I was stung by a jellyfish. Hate those little bastards. 8/10 for wonderful people and nature

Idaho: as an Oregonian I’m required to also say fuck Idaho 😝 you da hoes. Okay for real tho southern Idaho has become v white white and kinda scary tbh. The northern part of the state is pretty chill tho. Also Oreida kettle chips are partly made in Idaho so I gotta give you half credit for that. 4/10

Illinois: at least you’re not Indiana. 4/10.

Indiana: I never want to step foot in Gary, Indiana again in my life. (Passed a Mack truck hauling a race car to Indy 500 though so that was cool.) 2/10

Iowa: I almost moved here. I’m so glad I didn’t. Why are the Quad Cities actually a group of five towns? I hate that. Also the roads were all cement, felt like driving on a sidewalk. Was also interesting because the second we got out of the city proper, it was just... corn fields everywhere. 2/10 y’all raising children of the corn.

Kentucky: I really don’t have anything to say about Kentucky. I thought the trees were pretty? 5/10 yeah idk

Maine: my relative has totaled two cars by hitting moose in Maine. Maine scares me. Or rather, the moose do. Also the lobster roll hype is real. And the coast truly is beautiful. 8/10 but an extra point for the moose bc I hate that relative so 9/10

Maryland: oh god Baltimore. Also I’m blaming you for the DC traffic because it’s on the land you gifted them. 3/10

Massachusetts: Patriots fans are the worst NFL fans (the racism is real, especially after fans burned the jerseys of Black players who knelt for the anthem). Liking Dunkin’ Donuts is not a personality trait. The North End in Boston is truly the best place to get pizza in the entire country. Western Mass is not the same state. And the Cape Cod bridges give me nightmares. 5/10 but cause I had to pay taxes two years and it really is Taxachusetts, knocking it down to 4/10

Michigan: it’s a lot bigger than I initially thought. 5/10

Minnesota: it’s Canada but in the US. Pretty driving through the southern part. Cops suck tho. 5/10

Montana: okay Montana is downright gorgeous. (Except Billings. Sorry, Billings.) I must include a photo. I wanna get a cabin here and just exist. 8/10

New Hampshire: can’t decide if it hates Massachusetts or wants to be Massachusetts. All it knows is that it’s better than Vermont. Which... y’know, valid. (If you wanna see NH culture watch North Woods Law tbh). 4/10

New Jersey: why are there so many goddamn highways in this state? Also there are more places to weekend trip than the Shore or the Poconos. Although you do have people pump gas for you just like Oregon, so... that’s valid. Things my friends have added: Newark airport is cursed (valid), the jughandles are nightmares (true), pork roll/Taylor Ham is good and so are bagels and New Jersey pizza (allergic so idk), and everyone is split on whether the shore is actually decent or not 😂 I give it a 3.5/10 out of spite

New York: NYC is fun, Upstate is MASSIVE but really beautiful. Long Island is... yeah I don’t have anything nice to say about Long Island. 8/10 For NYC, 6/10 for Upstate, -2/10 for Long Island, gives us an average of 6/10

North Carolina: very good peaches. Isn’t South Carolina. Keep it up👍🏽 6/10

Ohio: I already told y’all how I feel about this flat ass boring state. I feel no need to slander it any more lmao. 3/10

Oregon: she flies with her own wings, mi amor🥰 to list all the reasons I like Oregon (and the issues too bc it ain’t perfect), I would need a whole other post. I’ll just leave you with this picture I took of Mt. Hood, the queen of our Cascades. 11/10

Pennsylvania: so apparently PN is three states hiding in a trench coat like NY. There’s upstate, philly and Pittsburg. Personally I think they’re just trying too hard and wanna get the same recognition as NY. Meh. 5/10

Rhode Island: THIS FUCKIN SHAM OF A STATE Just merge it with Connecticut and be done with it!! It’s tiny. Providence sucks. There’s nothing unique about this state that you can’t find in Southern Mass (except MA has cheaper taxes so y’all come to work and shop in MA anyways smh). Also the fingers are really annoying to drive down to get to some beach areas haha. 2/10 you’re barely better than Delaware.

South Carolina: my Black father was invited to a party celebrating General Robert E Lee’s birthday. So... 0/10

South Dakota: very gorgeous, didn’t realize the Missouri River went this far west, but VERY LARGE. I mean it looks big on a map but then you get there and... yeah. No speed limit on highways is a great time though. And the Badlands have mountain goats! 6/10 bc while pretty, living there seems really hard. (Picture is me in the Badlands).

Texas: gave us Juneteenth and Beyoncé and JJ Watts. Thank you Texas. But is very big, got independence from Mexico to keep slavery (yikes), is like 97% private land (yikes) and is like the second or third largest state. Very big. That said, everyone I’ve ever met from Texas is lovely. 6/10.

Utah: Other than Idaho, this is the whitest state I’ve been to. Or it feels that way. Like a, the people crossed to the other side of the street and held their bags because I’m brown, state. And I don’t ski so I can’t even say that’s a good thing (I fell off the ski lift the one time I went, long story). Yeah 0/10.

Vermont: wants to be New Hampshire or Canada and can’t decide which. So it’s just kinda there. Pretty hills though. 3/10

Virginia: let’s be real we all forget that Virginia exists west of Richmond. Nova is a beauracratic and traffic nightmare and half our neighbors had to pass security clearance checks. Hampton Roads and beach area is a tourist and mosquito nightmare. But there were dolphins and I made snowmen on the beach. Good times. 6.7/10

Washington: again, legally required as an Oregon resident to say fuck Washington because it’s all your fault we now are getting a toll on the I-5 border. But you’re better than California. And the Sound is really cool for fishing, love Wicked Tuna. And the fish market. Best salmon I’ve had. Eastern Washington... y’all got Spokane but the rest is kinda sparse. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 8/10

Wisconsin: cheese is actually good. Again, pretty state, much larger than I initially thought. 7/10

Wyoming: this was the ONLY STATE I lost cell service in when diriving cross country. Kinda surprised it wasn’t Montana, but no, it was Wyoming. Views are gorgeous though so I was distracted either way. 4/10

Thank you for joining me on this cross-country edition of Tea Time with Hawk. Please respond with any reactions, corrections, addendums about any and all of the states mentioned. And thank you for taking part in this wholesome Clone Wars fandom discourse with me 🥰💕

DISCLAIMER: THESE RATINGS ARE ALL A JOKE PLEASE DO NOT ACTUALLY GET MAD ABOUT IT

[mayleitz]

Elliot's birthday party

I don't know why I want to tell you this. I woke up this morning stewing again. Most the time I can dish to Azrael and then it'll leave my brain for a day and I can move on with my life.

In both the post Elliot made and Lina made about me, I could easily go through each of the claims and explain the situation and then you'd see how desperately and sloppy these things are made to make me look bad. But one agregious one is Elliot's birthday party.

See, his claim is that I flirted with all of his friends on his birthday. But the reality is more like all his friends were drink and flirting with me and trying to get me involved in a big sex party thing when I was horrifically uncomfortable in a dirty hotel room.

So Elliot has a thing for shitty hotels, I don't know why. He loves that they're dirty and uncomfortable. He loves the smell of cigarettes burned into the paint and carpet. And genuinely I could not be more grossed out by those things. The smell of cigarettes on clothes makes me sick. I used to smoke, I smoked when Elliot was around, and genuinely the thing that was the worst was how I smelled. Again, it makes me sick.

Anyways so he rents this room for his birthday and invites all his friends. I don't know any of these people and I have horrible social anxiety. Elliot frequently objectifies me to people he knows, like I'm his hot girlfriend or something, but really I just want to be alone and comfortable, but it's his birthday so I try not to think about it. His friends, mainly Milo, come over and start just blatantly trying to sleep with me and I'm offended and baffled so I ask leading questions to see just how shitty he's gonna talk to me.

It's all awful and there are 30 people there. Surrounded. Elliot has left to be with his friends and he tells me to mingle. So I start talking to this burnout person that Elliot knows. They're cool enough but we really don't say much. I tried to be sweet but again, I can feel the disconnect and it makes me feel awful. So I go hide in the back room to smoke cigarettes and wish I was dead, an activity Elliot made me pretty familiar with.

Then once Elliot realized this, he started shotgun blasting friends into the room to scare me even further so now I had nowhere to go. Then of course everyone started talking about sex, then sex with me, then group sex with me in it, then Elliot was encouraging them in this gross fucking hotel. But everyone was drunk so...excuse?

At the end of it all, Elliot hit me hard on the ass in front of all his friends. I cried, but they cheered at how well he objectified a woman at this craaaAAaaazy party, and I left to cry and freak out and have a minor asthma situation by myself. This was the second awful asthma flare up of the week in Spokane.

Elliot and I had a big weird sad fight because he was being real down on himself and it felt like he was using it to make me shut up about being scared and upset and having nowhere to go in a city that I knew no one in. I talked to one of his friends about it and ended up having a big cry and sad. I told this person that I was worried that Elliot and I are doomed to fail badly because I was a lesbian before him and I'm still a lesbian now and they basically told me not to worry about it and try to move on. I've tried.

It's just hard when the boy that you told you were a lesbian, who despite that tried to sexually persuade over the phone, sent unsolicited nudes to, harassed while 'drunk' then 'moved in with' which is a fancy way of saying kidnapped on false pretenses, then took you to a place that didn't know to be with people that you had to impress and didn't much like you for more than your sexual potential, then punched you in your ass for the attention of everyone in the room, I mean. Fuck. I just wish I could wake up and that not be there.

I wish I could wake up a year ago.

[unexploredcast]

Join us as Andrew takes a spin in the GM seat and leads Christine, Roman, and Chris on a daring chase across the American Northwest in pursuit of a stolen Jeep, a sick mixtape, a drone that dabs, and a whole lot of beef jerky. Will the crew make it to Sam's birthday party in time? Will they ever recover the Jam Jeep? And what, exactly, is Bigfoot doing heading towards Spokane, anyway? 

Find out in this special two-part game of Oh, Dang! Bigfoot Stole My Car With My Friend's Birthday Present Inside, a hack of John Harper's Lasers & Feelings by Paul Matijevic. 

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[supernaturallymarvellous]

Birthday Celebration

Author: @supernaturallymarvellous

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 818 

Warnings: None

A/N: Day 22 of the Daily Writing Challenge being hosted by @sdavid09.  Tag Lists are open if anyone would like to be tagged for the rest of these fics all based around the character of Steve Rogers.

Prompt: Today is your character’s birthday!  How does it go?

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You've been planning this day for what seems like an eternity. In fact, you've spent every single spare minute of your time plotting and scheming, arranging every tiny detail so that the event will be perfect. You've had help of course. Never one to miss a spot of party planning, organiser extraordinaire Pepper Potts has been lending a hand whenever she was able, as well as offering forth her incredible list of contacts. Months of preparation, not to mention blood, sweat and tears, have been poured into what was going to be the best damn birthday party Steve Rogers has ever had.

Despite the party not actually starting until seven in the evening, you've been awake since five am. Too nervous and excited to sleep, you managed to creep out of bed, leaving a slumbering Steve to dream for a few more hours while you put together the final touches. Even though he was fully aware of what was going on - there was no way of hiding something from Steve when he was determined to find out what was going on - you still had one or two surprises that you needed to coordinate. So while Steve slept, you were sat at the breakfast bar, planner open beside you, working through the day's timetable as you quickly grabbed some food and a desperately needed early morning coffee. In fact, you're so engrossed in your task that you don't hear Bucky enter the room, not even registering his presence until the coffee pot is held up in front of your face by him.

"Morning, sweetheart. You all set for tonight?" 

"Absolutely. The cake's being delivered in a few hours. The caterers will be here later on to set up. The only thing I need to chase up are the dancers."

Bucky's arm stops it's movement, the cup of coffee he was lifting to his mouth now being held aimlessly in the air. "Dancers? We're having dancers?"

"All in good time, Bucky, all in good time. You'll find out later on. I just need you to keep Steve occupied for the day. I don't need him bothering me and trying to find out what the surprises are!"

With that, you swiftly grab your possessions and head for the seclusion of Pepper's office, determined to finish your work in peace.

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The rest of the day went quickly. Thanks to the fact that you were able to harangue a couple of junior agents into assisting you, everything was set up with time to spare.

You managed to get ready quicker than you thought possible and in barely any time at all, you're stood in the doorway of the room that has been dubbed "the Party Deck" by those of have had the pleasure of attending one of the many soirees that Tony has thrown in the past. People stream through the doors, saying hello to you as they pass before making their way over to the birthday boy and overloading him with presents, card and good wishes.

It was as you were chatting with some party guests that you spotted Natasha on the other side of the room, subtly trying to catch your attention. A simple, pre-arranged hand gesture let you know that the main entertainment had arrived so, gathering up your long tailing dress, you made your way over the small stage-like area and gently tapped the microphone that had been set up.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, if I could have your attention please. I want to thank you all for coming tonight, for giving up your fourth of July evening to help us celebrate Steve's birthday. Now I know you've all been waiting for tonight's big entertainment and I have to say I'm pretty damn proud of this. So it just falls to me to ask you to raise your glasses to the birthday boy and then welcome to the stage, without further ado, a wonderful dance troupe who are going to serenade us."

Applause swept around the room interspersed with cheers of Steve's name. And then silence descended as a group of women walked out from the side room dressed in red, white and blue outfits. A song familiar to Steve started to play as the women began their routine.

".....Who's strong and brave, here to save the American Way? 

Who vows to fight like a man for what's right night and day? 

Who will campaign door-to-door for America?

Carry the flag shore to shore for America

From Hoboken to Spokane

The Star Spangled Man with a Plan!....."

As the song continued, Steve made his way over, coming to stand behind you, his arms wrapping your waist. Nestling his head onto your shoulder, he spoke gently into your ear.

"Honey, this is incredible. I can't believe you want to all this trouble for me. Thank you."

"My pleasure. I just wanted to make sure you had a celebration to remember forever."

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Tagging: @sdavid09   @murdocksmartinis  @xxloki81xx   @waywardimpalawriter    @zepppie     @helvonasche   @redlipstickandplaid

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Flew directly to CA on May 30, where my oldest friend FINALLY married her girlfriend of ten zillion years (June 1st, god bless em). For context: my hb (who, admittedly, i knew for multiple years before we went to california and i reconnected with my friend), has ONLY ever known them as a unit. he's known them both equally long and long enough to consider both dear friends in his own right. THAT'S how long time coming this wedding has been. i cried very much and there may have been multiple occasions of me clutching my bestie's rosy cheeks and screeching, "you're doing so good!" like a fool.

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We've arrived back in detroit just in time for my brother in law's birthday, which we celebrate tonight before ditching at 9pm, whereupon literally all of our detroit friends have "going away party" shenanigans planned with us.

Tomorrow my family will fly in from Los Angeles. We will entertain them by freezing them out of their skin on my father-in-law's best friend's nifty new "i'm retired!!" sailboat, out on the lake.

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....Which will take more time to complete than I've got to spare, bc I start work at my residency on June 17th. So I will be sailing until we reach Buffalo, NY whereupon I will leap onto an airplane, fly to Spokane, and begin doctor stuff.....

.... while living in a long-term Airbnb with a Turo car, where hb will join me by mid-July (having safely delivered the boat and then driven our car from detroit to spokane), until we find lodgings more permanent.

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For the love of elephants and dolphins: In lieu of birthday presents, Emma Agee, 10, requests $10 donations to Wildlife Conservation Society - Mon, 07 Feb 2022 PST

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