#but if i had to choose its a 3 way tye

[666godsperfectidiot]

Were is the "all" button?

My robin order might be incorrect but these are the robins I'm most familiar with currently

[ariel-seagull-wings]

THE GREAT MUPPET SURVEY

@princesssarisa @thealmightyemprex @themousefromfantasyland @amalthea9 @the-blue-fairie @moonbeamelf @angelixgutz @softlytowardthesun @goodanswerfoxmonster

1.   Who are your three favorite characters from The Muppet Show, Muppets Tonight, The Jim Henson Hour, the Muppet movies, etc. and why?

Gonzo - An energetic performance artist who evolved into a daredevil, actor, singer, writer and host, proud of being undefinable into one thing

Kermit the Frog - The leader who, no matter how stressed and fed up, discovers the potential in those whose society deems as "freaks", admiting that deep down he must be a "freak" too

Miss Piggy - A model of strenght, confidence, elegance, sophistication and charisma who always pursues what she wants while not being ashamed of showing vulnerability

2.   Who are your three favorite characters from Sesame Street and why?

Grover - Bumbling like me

Oscar the Grouch - Sometimes I am in a bad mood and want to be left alone

Bert and Ernie - I love how the naivety and energy of one completes the grumpiness and quieteness of the other

3.   Who are your three favorite characters from Fraggle Rock and why?

I have only seen two episodes of the series and the crossover event of Muppet Family Christmas, but already am in love with the characters

Uncle Traveling Matt - I love how he is an old man that has a curious and adventurous spirit and how he makes philosophies out of his researches

Wembley Fraggle - His innocence and tendency to give reason to everybody just to avoid fights is so relatable

Boober Fraggle - Also relatable is the anxiety and fear of the unknown of this little fella

4.   What is your favorite television program starring any of Jim Henson’s creations (e.g. The Muppet Show, Sesame Street, Fraggle Rock, Dinosaurs, etc.) and why?

Its a tye between the anthology series The Storyteller, wich presents least known european folk tales and classic cinema greek myths with great seriousness and sophisticated practical effects, and the family sitcom Dinosaurs, that subtly mixed elements of urban fantasy and satire to present a creative world with anthropomorfic dinosaurs as a way of comenting about the problems of human society.

5.   What is your favorite Muppet movie and why?

Muppet Treasure Island feels for me like the perfect mix of heartfelt storytelling with wish fullfillment action filled adventure and energetic musical sequences

6.   What is your favorite Muppet/Sesame/Fraggle song and why?

Turn the World Around, from The Muppet Show episode guest staring Harry Belafonte

7.   If you could have dinner with any living Muppet performer who would you choose and why?

I like to have dinner with Brian Henson, because I feel that his role to keep his father's legacy alive as a performer, director and producer is so underrated!

8.   If you could tell Jim Henson one thing, what would it be?

"Don't sell anything to Disney!"

9.   If the President called you and asked to discuss Muppet projects, what would you tell him was the “Greatest Muppet Moment of All Time”?

Miss Piggy's underwater ballet fantasy sequence

10.   What’s the name of that song?

Jamboree

11.   If a judge ruled that Grover had to be your personal assistant for a month, what jobs would you have him do?

Help me to write stories.

12.   In your opinion, what is the worst Muppet production ever made?

Based on backstage history, the mess that was to produce The Jim Henson Hour.

13.   Who is one celebrity you would love to see cameo in the next Muppet movie?

BRIIIIAAANNN BLEEESSED!

14.   If you could take a picture with any Muppet, who would you choose and how would you pose?

I would like to take a picture hugging and kissing the nose of Gonzo.

15.   What is your favorite piece of Muppet merchandise that you own? (Feel free to include a picture!)

I sadly still don't own any Muppet merchandise (better do a list of what I want for Christmas)!

[rainydaymiddleearthimagines]

Destiny Calling:Chapter 3

You and Aragorn felt almost like parents to your group at times, whether that be because of the height difference or the fact that Merry and Pippin both were so hyperactive like children, always rambling on about the proper times of the day for food. Which according to what they were saying, was almost hourly. The hobbits watched you, finding you to be the most suspicious because you never removed your hood. You walked through the woods, you being the one taking lead. Aragorn was familiar with the lands and where they would take him if he wandered far enough but small trails away from roads were more your specialty. You were quicker than him, which of course, he didn't mind.  You after all, could listen to nature.

You weren't exactly excited to make your way home either, seeing as when you left Elrond was summoning all great leaders and adventurers to Rivendell. You knew dwarfs were to be in that group. You didn't hate dwarves by any means, you actually sided with their reasonings on a lot of things. But they hated elves, assuming that none of them understood their logic or way of life. The only plus was that Legolas would most likely respond. You didn't tell Aragorn but once the ring had a proper master you were leaving with the group that would take it to Mordor. Elrond was not happy with your insistence but you brought up your father's failure to see the ring to be destroyed and told him that one or two people were clearly not enough. Hell, from the sounds of it, you weren't even sure an army would succeed.

"Where are you taking us?" Frodo asked as you moved deeper into the woods. "Away from any main roads." you said, ducking under a branch as you moved. You stayed silent most of the way leading them, unsettling the rest of the group. Aragorn, whenever he'd let you choose rather than just wandering or leaving to a specific destination, took this as focus. The hobbits however, took this as plotting. "How do we know this Strider and Y/n is a friend of Gandalf's?" Sam asked quietly, assuming you wouldn't hear. Both you and Aragorn exchanged a look but said nothing, allowing them to speak in ignorance to your abilities to hear them. "We have no choice but to trust them." Frodo muttered. "But where are they leading us?" Sam asked. You stopped, turning to him. "To Rivendell, Master Gamgee...to the house of Elrond." You said. Honestly it would be so easy for you to just explain that you were an elf. But it would be far more difficult to explain your royal status than your genetics. You were so awkward and uncomfortable in this moment. If you just would've removed the hood at the inn you'd be in the clear.

You walked along a small path, now out of the trees in the open. Aragorn was walking ahead with you now. You noticed two of the hobbits stop and you turned, making Aragorn turn. "Gentlemen, we do not stop until nightfall." Aragorn sighed. "What about breakfast?" Pippin asked. "You've already had it." you said. "We've had one, yes. But what about second breakfast?" He asked. You and Aragorn looked at Pippin with a blank stare before both of you began walking again. "I don't think they know about second breakfast Pip." Merry said. "What about Elvenses, Luncheon, Afternoon Tea, dinner...he knows about them, doesn't he?" Pippin asked. Aragorn pulled two apples out of your horse's pack. "Do not feed into this." you sighed. "Y/n, if we don't they will complain the entire time." He muttered. "Our children will be spoiled." You muttered, earning a grin from him as he tossed Merry an apple. He caught it with a surprised look but ate it. Pippin's apple smacked him in the face, earning a smile from Frodo.

After walking for a while, Merry tripped, making you stumble. You turned around, noticing his leg. "You cut yourself." You said. He frowned. "Darn roots, I didn't see it I suppose." He admitted. "Pippin. Come with me, we need to find herbs so infection doesn't set in." You said, getting up. Pippin walked with you. "We need Bailroot, sounds odd but—" "I know, Sam taught me some things." Pippin assured. "Sam knows plants?" You asked. "He's a gardener." Pippin said earning a "Ah" from you.

You walked through the forest before kneeling to a plant and cutting it. Pippin kneeled next to you, using a small dagger to cut it but it broke. You chuckled, handing him a dagger of your own. He took it with a nod as a thank you, cutting the plant. You took it and he sighed. "You haven't really said much to us... Is there a reason why?" He asked. You looked at him and sighed. "I'm going to be honest, I've been waiting for one of you to say something. I'm not usually this awkward or rude." You said. He chuckled. "We don't bite Miss Y/n." He said. You smiled and stood up. He handed you your dagger. You halted him. "Keep it. I use my swords more anyway." You said. He walked for a little bit. "Why did you keep your hood up this whole time?" He asked. You laughed nervously. "I uhm... Kind of reacted to strangers by lifting my hood and it's been too long to take it off now.." you muttered. "What are you hiding under there anyway?" He asked. You sighed and peeled back the hood, showing your ears. "YOU'RE AN—AN--" "SHHHHH!" you hushed. "Why would you hide that!?" He asked. "Because not everyone takes kindly to an elf." You muttered.

A very true statement. You actually did spend most of your time in any villages with Aragorn with your hood up the entire time. You heard many, many, MANY negative opinions on our race, mostly on how many of them had a "holier than thou" way of life. "We're not everyone. Sam has always wanted to meet an elf!" He said. "Just... Pippin please. Don't say anything it's just easier." You said softly. He looked in the direction of the group before slowly nodding. "It's alright Y/n... I won't say anything unless you want me to." He agreed. You gave an appreciative smile, nodding before lifting up your hood and walking.

You both walked back, you helping Merry with his leg. "There. Good as new." You said before  beginning the journey again. You all pushed through, crossing through the lands before ending up at Weathertop. "We will go hunting for food. Do. Not. Leave. This. Spot." you said. They nodded before you and Aragorn went off. "You seem very tense on this trip Y/n." Aragorn said. "I feel like I have to be, they think like children... They don't even know the weight of what they're carrying." You said. "Why haven't you removed your hood?" Aragorn asked. "Honestly? It was a panic response. I didn't want them to know I was a princess and my pin isn't exactly..." "Hiding your status." He nodded. "Precisely." You sighed. Aragorn kneeled to a berry bush. "Don't think I didn't notice your comment earlier." He said. "Comment? What comment?" You asked. " 'Our children will be spoiled'." He said with a chuckle, cutting berries off the bush. You shook your head with an eye roll. "Surely you've thought of this as well." You said. "We've been lovers for what most consider to be a VERY long time, yes I have thought of us having children." he said with a smile.

You felt a change in the air and your head snapped back in the direction of weathertop. "Aragorn." You said, noticing the small fire those idiots made. "Shit." He muttered before you heard the shriek. You both sprinted, running as fast as you could as Aragorn was trying to make a torch. You drew both of your swords, charging into battle as Aragorn held his sword and a torch. You fought one away from Sam, handling another by Pippin before Aragorn handled the final one. You let out a small breath, before seeing Sam kneeled next to Frodo. Both you and Aragorn kneeled by his side, you examining the wounds as Aragorn lifted the blade. "He's been stabbed by a Morgul blade." Aragorn said, tossing it to the side as the blade dissolved to dust. "Do something!" Sam begged. "This is beyond my skill to heal, he needs Elvish medicine." Aragorn said calmly. You shook your head. "We have to wait for it to be near daylight." You said. "why!?" Merry asked. "Do you want those things to come back, or should we light another fire to encourage them!?" you snapped. He went silent and you sighed.

You reached the woods, the light slowly climbing as you looked for herbs. Frodo groaned and you turned to him shaking your head. "Is he going to die?" Pippin asked. "No. He is passing into the shadow world, he will soon become a wraith like them." You answered. You heard the shriek and you sighed. "Sam, do you know the Athelas plant?" You asked, recalling a brief comment on him being a gardener. "Athelas?" Sam asked. Aragorn paused, remembering its common name. "Kingsfoil." He said. Sam recognized it then. "Kingsfoil. Aye. It's a weed." He recalled. "It may slow the poison." you said. "Hurry!" Aragorn urged. You three rushed through the woods, Aragorn and you running in the same direction. "Over here!" You said, Aragorn kneeling to the plant and getting it. You ran back, looking at Frodo as he groaned in pain. "Strider, he will not make it." You muttered, Sam running back. He frowned. "Y/n, What can we do? We're doing what we can right now." He said.

"We're six days from Rivendell. We'd never make it unless..." you sighed, closing your eyes. "No." He sighed. "Aragorn, emme don't have limbe -o a cilme símen. (Aragorn, we don't have much of a choice here.) " The hobbits looked at you confused. "What are they saying?" Merry asked. "No clue." Pippin muttered. "Ni cannot let tye linne- on your her-, vamme yare I wraiths are still eth tar.(I cannot let you go on your own, not while the wraiths are still out there.)" he said. "Aragorn. Please. Estel i ni pole- care- sina. Ni pole- at least get him ana Arwen. (Aragorn. Please. Estel i ni pole- care- sina. I can at least get him to Arwen.)" You pleaded. He knew there was no stopping you and he sighed, looking at your horse and then you. "Ride hard, do not look back." He said. "Ni mel tye." You said, Sam noticing the look in your eyes when you said that. "Ni mel tye too." He said to you, his hand lingering over yours as you held Frodo close. You sighed before riding off. "What are you doing, those wraiths are still out there!?" Sam asked, ignorant to Aragorn's pain of sending you off on your own.

You raced through the woods, the sun finally becoming noticeable before you heard another shriek. "Fuck." you whispered, terrified to even look around you as you held Frodo close, riding at full speed. Arwen lended you her horse, telling you it was faster. You decided to put that to the test, racing through the woods, bobbing and weaving through the trees. You raced to the creek, the group clearly gaining on you. You halted, as did they because of the water. "Give up the halfling, she-elf." The witch king demanded. You drew your sword. "You want him, come and claim him." You hissed, noticing someone had rode in behind you. The wraiths attempted to cross but you heard your sister's voice, using water magic behind you. You crossed the creek, pulling yourself away from becoming collateral damage as as water washed them out. "Thank you." you breathed before Frodo winced.

You frowned. You could feel him dying. "No, no...Frodo, no! Frodo, don't give  in...not now!" you breathed. Arwen dismounted as you brought him off the horse, kneeling to the ground with him. Arwen put her hand to his forehead. "What grace is given me, let it pass to him. Let him be spared. Save him." You prayed. You felt some sort of energy leave you as you said this, Arwen raising a brow. "Arwen he-he's dying." You breathed. "We will make it Y/n, do not fear." She assured. You both got on your horses, riding as fast as possible to Rivendell.

You handed him off to the medics, you leaning on the base of the fountain in the courtyard as you finally let yourself breathe. "He should be fine." Arwen said, walking over. You let out a breath of relief. "Good...Good." You said. "He however, is not the only patient we've had." She said. "Who was the other?" You asked. "Gandalf." she said. You closed your eyes. "Saruaman has betrayed us." you said. "Yes, he woke up saying that." she said. She sighed, pulling your hood back for you. She noticed how your hair looked, noticing the lack of leaves that tended to... Show up in your hair. "...You didn't take off your hood the entire time around them, did you?" She asked. "No, I did not." you admitted. "So they have no idea you're an elf?" She asked. "No." you admitted. "...Or that you're—" "A princess? No. They do not know." You admitted. Arwen sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "You need to get ready." She said. "I am not getting ready, Aragorn and the others are still out there!" you said. "Elladan spotted them two hours ago, they will be here soon." She said. You sighed. "This is ridiculous." You muttered. "Having to fight you into a dress is ridiculous." She said, pushing you in the direction of your room. You mocked her sentence and she smacked you. "Ow!" "You survived countless attacks, I assure you a small slap does nothing." She huffed. "Speak for yourself- a small smack my ass!" you whined as she dragged you off.

[cannibal-wings]

Meat Cute and/or That’s a Human Person?

Oh baby! Someone’s asking about some original work! I’m really glad it’s Meat Cute because this is the story I’m doing for NaNoWriMo this year and I’m really excited about it. The whole idea came from me thinking up the pun around the trope “meet cute”. The most basic idea is that its a horror/comedy/romance about a guy who moves to a quiet forest town that worships a giant cube of meat that tells them how to live their lives. There he meets a local man who tells him that it was “destiny” they met and that he’s so excited to finally meet him. (note: the meat cube here didn’t predict this, this isn’t a “fated lovers” story, he just got his fortune read once or looked at a cookie and decided this was his One True Fate) Of course our main character doesn’t buy a single thing about the town and tries to uncover the secrets of the Meat Cube while also trying not to get murdered by the town. Think like, the subtle horror that’s treated as normal in Welcome To Night Vale. Its more of that feel than like say, Silent Hill. I’m keeping things pretty vague here because like I said, this is my NaNoWriMo project and I kinda want to use it as either a self pub novella or as a pitch to a publishing house. 

That’s a Human Person is going under a cut because I have actual fic snippets I can share.

Ok so first off, you have to know a little about mirelurks in the Fallout world. Now, mirelurks are basically mutated crabs. They look like this, depending on the game you’re playing:

Pretty standard enemy for coastal areas.

But Tye, I hear you say, what do these have to do with that meme? These are clearly crabs. And not, Bill Wurtz voice, “a human person”. Enter, the Mirelurk King. Now, when I first started playing Fallout games, I started with Fallout 4, in which they looked like this:

Ok, not bad, I’m a certified monster fucker so like, its pretty human shaped huh? I mean it’s feral as all hell, and clearly an animal, but hey, it’s got some person attributes going on.

Then I played Fallout 3....

When I first saw these guys in game, I paused and started messaging my friend because that’s a fucking human person. Canonically the game says, no Tye, that is not a human person, that is a fish/crab monster that is also bipedal. But look here, I cannot be fooled. That’s a person. Or, at least, person like. Person enough for me to start developing advanced headcanons about a population of sapient mirelurk “kings”. I use quotes there because in this universe the term is human made and doesn’t denote the actual sex or gender of the creature in question. There are female mirelurk kings in this AU.

So, as my mind often does when I come across human enough monsters that appear to have a society, I start to expand on it and create wild headcanons. As I did here. I started to think about a population of escaped mirelurk kings that were used as research stock who are sapient and looking for a new home. They travel following rivers and streams, and are chased from area to area across the remains of the United States until they finally settle in a sea cave located under the ocean waves.

As my mind also does with Fallout, I discuss these things with my two close Fallout friends. One of which has an OC, Edward, that I frequently use in story ideas. Ed in this story is from this population of mirelurk kings, only he was found as a baby by a sweet old couple who raised him as their own in a bathtub and pond outside their hut. So he learned human language and mannerisms, unaware of the culture he is separated from. (His parents were killed before he hatched from an egg, having been separated from the main group during their search for a new home.)

Eventually he discovers his people and all that good stuff and has to choose between living with them, or living with the small group of humans who accept him. For visualization sake, imagine he looks like a cross between the two, upright, but with more fins and frills for emoting. 

Here’s a bit from the WIP file since I actually did start writing this a few years ago:

Ed was frozen in fear and awe. The creatures that came up out of the ocean looked just like him, not like the other mirelurk kings, not like Nate or the people of Vault 120, these looked just like him. And they were holding spears.

The weapons were primitive but he knew that didn't matter. A spear was a spear and he knew it could skewer him all the same. He looked around anxiously but there was no one nearby who could offer any help. 

They drew closer to him and started making fast clicking and chirping sounds. The closer they got the more energetic the sounds. They pointed and flared their gills and fins before reaching Ed who backed up in confusion and fear.

The other mirelurks stopped and made more clicking noises and chirped. They could tell Ed was uneasy and one of them dropped a spear and tried again, this time chirping softly.

“I-I’m sorry I don't understand what you're saying.”

The two gave each other a long glance before nodding. (He does not speak our language, but the language of the humans.)

(He is clearly our lost Brother though. The Elders will know what to do with him. Some speak his tongue, they can explain.)

(But what if he's a human aligned? He could put the whole nest in danger!)

(True but he is family. He must be given a chance. You know as well as I that our laws forbid killing one another. Besides, you felt the same hope and happiness I did when you saw him. Think of the family, think of the Elders. They will be overjoyed by his presence.)

(What if it's not him?)

(It's him. You can't fake our scent markers and color patterns.) The one who put down the spear approached Ed again calmly. (Please do not be frightened. You must have lived an awfully lonely life. We will take you Home.)

(He can't understand you.)

(Hush.) He hissed at his companion then regretted it when he saw Ed shy away. He tried again, making his voice as soothing as possible. (We are here to help, come with us.)

His companion made motions towards the ocean. And they started to walk into the waters. (Come on, come with us.) They motioned again but Ed stayed deathly still.

Ed didn't know what they wanted from him. He kept babbling that he didn't understand them over and over but it didn't work. Now they were gesturing at him and the open ocean. Did they want him to follow? He wasn't so sure he wanted to follow. One of them walked out of the water and reached for Ed’s hand. He jerked it away reflexively but the other mirelurk didn't give up. He reached again, slowly, and Ed let him grab his arm. The other mirelurk was soft and gentle and felt just like he did. When he pulled Ed hesitated but took a step forward anyway.

It wasn't until he was completely submerged underwater that his panic reaction started to kick in. He was being pulled further and further from shore by two creatures he had never met, who he couldn't communicate with and he would soon be on his own if something bad happened.

But surely if these creatures wanted to kill him they would have done it up on the shore. He followed them, noticing that they swam far differently than he did. They moved their bodies in a fashion similar to dolphins. Ed tried to mimic it but struggled, so he went back to swimming how he learned. He became acutely aware that he was probably swimming like a human.

They traveled further and further down into the ocean, where the waters became dark and murky. Mankind's treatment of planet earth didn't leave the sea in favorable conditions and even two hundred years later it was still struggling to come back. Ed noticed that the spearheads had begun to glow a soft blue in the darkness, then he noticed anklets and other jewelry start to give off the same glow. He wondered what it meant but had no way to ask underwater.

They traveled along the seabed for what seemed like hours. Normally Ed would be exhausted after swimming for so long but he felt even more energized than normal. This was new, this was exciting and he even though he was scared he kept on going.

There were more things that glowed the further down they went. Plants dotted the seafloor with oranges, reds and blues while animals fluoresced in purples, greens and yellows. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the colors. Ed wondered if life had this glow before the bombs, or if this was new, caused by the radiation.

A grouping of brightly glowing blue plants marked an opening to a tunnel. The two mirelurks headed in it's direction. Ed followed cautiously behind. The plants seemed like moss, but underwater and they clung to the rocky surface of the tunnel entrance. Once inside more of the moss lit the interior allowing them to see completely.

The mirelurks didn't slow and kept their pace which caused Ed to stop gawking and swim faster to keep up. There were different branching paths in the tunnel, some more brightly lit than others but his escorts only moved straight ahead. Eventually the tunnel curved upwards and opened up into a pool.

When Ed’s face cautiously surfaced he was stunned by what he saw. A huge cave opened up around him, with a ceiling so high it was difficult to see. The pool they were in covered a large amount of one side and he spotted dozens of other mirelurks swimming around. Some were sitting on ledges, letting their feet skim the water while others played and splashed. 

Ed was so overwhelmed he forgot to tread water and fell back under the surface. He blinked several times to try to focus and came up once more. His escorts had swam to the opposite end if the pool and were climbing out using a grand carved staircase. Edward hurried to follow. The stones were warm to the touch and he did not shiver when he exited the water.

He looked around with wide eyes at the sight before him. There were grand natural columns that held up the cavern ceiling, they were ringed with glowing mushrooms and moss. All around were groups of these mushrooms, they lit the walls and the ground in a soft blue and white glow.

And there were mirelurks everywhere. At least sixty in his immediate field of view. They came in many different sizes but they all looked like him. Nearly all of them were the same color and had similar markings. And all of them went silent as he climbed the last step.

It was so quiet Ed could hear the water dripping off of his body and the stalactites. He didn't know what to do, suddenly there were too many eyes on him and nowhere to hide. It was like he was a child being gawked at all over again. He didn't know if he should run or stay so he ended up shaking instead. 

Then slowly there was a rise in chatter. A few of the bigger mirelurks started clicking, and then one by one they flared their gills and fins and started chirping. More and more voices joined in until the cave was roaring with voices.

Ed wanted to scream at them to stop, to be quiet. He didn't understand any of it and he knew he was moments away from crying. Then, it was as if someone had read his mind. A larger, older mirelurk appeared from the crowd. They had a dull glow that emanated from their eyes, fins and gills. (Silence! The newcomer is overwhelmed.) They turned their attention to Edward and said softly in the new silence, (welcome my lost child, you are Home now.)

One of his escorts stepped forward. (Elder he does not speak our language but that of man.)

(I see.) “Then this must be very overwhelming for you.”

Ed didn't know what to say, even when he could finally understand something. He looked from face to face and tried to place the emotion that was surging through the room. 

“Don't be afraid. It's all right. The others just got excited. You are more than you know to us.”

Finally, Ed asked, “What does that mean? What is this place?”

“This is Home and your parents were part of our family. You are one of us. This is your ancestry, your blood. We are you and you are us.”

“We were a wandering people, child,” the old Lurk said to Ed. “Our history as old as the bombs. We came from far across the Land. We swam up rivers and nested along lakes, every so often we let the Big Water carry us someplace new. Our Family, like all our people came from the far side of the Land, only we never took to the Big Water. We followed a mighty river on our path away from the humans. All was good for a long, long time. But our numbers soon grew too big, humans were growing bolder, and stronger, and more scared than ever. We knew we couldn't keep wandering. We needed a home.”

“How do you know all this? Were you there?”

The elder laughed. “No child, I am old, but not that old. Our history was oral, passed down through the generations. Now we keep a written record, I will show you the tablets later.”

“There's written language?” Ed asked, surprised.

“Hush child, I am telling you the story of our people. We decided that we must find a permanent home, a place to rest our fins and grow strong families. We settled on a large lake. The fish were plentiful, plants abundant, and the creatures of the Land big and stupid. We could build strong nests and warm dens to outlast even the cold bite of snow. And we were happy.”

“What happened?” Ed asked. “Why are we here now and not there?”

“Humans happened child. Just like our feral cousins from across the Land who were driven from their caves we too were forced from our home.” The elder watched as Ed instinctively bared his teeth and hissed. “I must make this clear my child, we do not blame the humans for the humans were only doing what comes natural to them. As we hunt and grow and spread so do they. When we are frightened we emit our Power, they fire bullets. It is not anyone's fault, it is nature. The humans came and we left. Our Power is no match for the bullets and we did not want to die. We were a wandering people once, so we wandered again.”

“During that time your mother was heavy with eggs. We all knew she would not make the journey before needing to nest. It happened one day, she needed to nest desperately and your father stayed with her. We all would have stayed as well but our numbers were too great. They picked a small pond with clean water and we helped make them comfortable. We gave them food and cloth and kept them in our thoughts. During our journey we left signs for them, they said they would follow to our new home after the babies were of traveling age. So we left them notes and marks on trees. We hid supplies and wrote on cave walls. When we reached this place and made it our Home we hoped they would come. Many, many, full moons had passed and we knew something had gone wrong. When your family didn't show up for half a season we knew they had died. There was no way of knowing just how many eggs your mother was carrying but we mourned them all. The loss of a family runs deep with us and we felt the pain as strongly as if it were our own. We mourned your passing for another half season and moved on. So you can imagine all our shock and joy when many, many, seasons later you arrived. You cannot understand the joy we feel together, because all was not lost. You were not lost, and now my child, you are here where you belong.”

Ed didn't know how to feel about that. This cave was amazing, and he couldn't deny the instinctive kinship he felt towards his kind. But he was raised in a different world and they all knew that as well. “How did you pick this place? I've never heard of mirelurk kings living in caves.”

“That is because we are not mirelurk kings. Humans call all of us by that name but our family came from waters different from these. We are similar, yes. We share the same Power, and look alike but we are from across the Land. In those times we often chose caves as our Home, before we wandered. But competition with our more animal like brothers and sisters drove us to start a new life. Caves feel like Home so when we found this one we knew it was meant to be.”

“How come we are different? How come we have Homes and families and language?”

“Our cousins the kings and our brothers and sisters back across the Land have families too child. They care for each other the same as us. Only we have more complex feeling and thought. We do not know for sure our origin but it was passed down that we came from Humans. Our Elders talked of a great escape from a mighty prison. They spoke of a world of white and buzzing, where the sun was stored in tubes on the cave ceiling and humans controlled their families. When the great escape happened we branched off into the world. Some let the Big Water take them to places new. Others stayed close and others still started to wander. Perhaps our cousins here are descendants of those who went bravely into the Big Water. Or maybe they had their own great escape from somewhere. We are not sure.” 

And that’s really as far as I got, RIP. Maybe someday I’ll pick this back up and finish fleshing out their culture and world. As a parting gift, here’s some concept art from Fallout 4 of the mirelurk kings showing them as being more upright like their earlier counterparts.

[fiercyy]

We Need To Talk

A Viktuuri and Viktuuriyuri family fic <3

When Yuuri receives a text from Victor one morning, he tries very hard not to panic.

Vitenka (Blue heart, purple heart, gold medal, eggplant, hearteyes emoji): We need to talk tonight after dinner with Yura.

Perhaps Yuuri has been exposed to too much pop culture during his time in the States, but to him ‘we need to talk’ never spells out anything good. He resists the urge to immediately text back a thousand questions and demands about what they would be talking about, if he was okay, what Yuuri did wrong and if he would find his own suitcase packed and left by the door, or would he have to pack it all up himself when Viktor kicked him to the curb?

Yuuri had a really good morning. He woke up on his own, which was a miracle unto itself. To celebrate beating Viktor to consciousness, he kissed his fiancé awake. And maybe they were a little late getting out of bed because of it. “I’m sure my coach won’t mind,” Yuuri had teased and touched his nose to Viktor’s, then kissed his cheek. When he pulled away, Viktor was bright pink, from nose to ears and his smile was soppy and sweet. “You can’t say things like that!” Viktor had complained before throwing his arms around Yuuri, “It’s too adorable, I won’t survive. You’re trying to kill me aren’t you? Is this so I won’t make you do suicides again? I knew it! My Yuuri is so cruel!” All the while, smothering Yuuri by rolling on top of him.

A really good morning. They’d skipped their run because of it, went straight to the rink (where Yuuri and Viktor both cleanly skated their new programs for the first time). Then lunch together before parting ways for cross training.

That was fifteen minutes ago. What could have changed that Viktor could possibly want to talk about?! Or maybe it was about lunch or practice or this morning and he just hadn’t worked up the courage to talk to him yet. Maybe he’s been plotting a way to let him down easy. If so, Yuuri feels terrible about this morning, but also, incredibly glad that at least he’ll have one last time to remember him by.

But maybe it wasn’t as good for Viktor as it was for Yuuri? If Yuuri was doing something wrong, why wouldn’t Viktor just tell him? He could get better, probably. He hears there are advice columns all over the internet. He listens to podcasts on long runs now, there must be one that tells you how to be better in bed so your five-time gold medalist, perfect specimen of manhood fiancé stays in love with you.

“Katsudon, you’ve been in that forward split for ten minutes, are you showing off or did you fall asleep?” Yurio is sharing his ballet session. He hides his worry poorly. Or maybe Yuuri just knows him well at this point. His heart sinks. He’ll miss him so much when Viktor dumps him and he has to move back to Hasetsu and retire.

Yuuri shrugs and hopes he doesn’t pry further. The sixteen-year-old doesn’t. Instead he nudges him into pair stretches.

The anxiety chews on his heart, feral and unrelenting in its hunger. Yuuri’s own mind won’t rest until it consumes him one rending bite at a time.

While he does a pas de bourré into a plié, then saute, he circles back to the way he felt when Viktor first came to Hasetsu. He’d wondered then, how this could possibly be his life. He kept his distance out of self-preservation, because when Viktor eventually grew bored and left, any closeness would be ripped away, taking parts of him along with it. Yuuri could not afford to become dependent on Viktor’s kindness. Or later, Viktor’s love. Except it didn’t matter what Yuuri could and could not afford to feel. His foolish heart learned to beat for him, to the rhythm of the programs they choreographed together.

Yuuri’s stupid soul would suffer now that the inevitable had arrived.

Yurio clearly doesn’t want to leave Yuuri alone. Their cooldown session is quiet and punctuated by the boy starting a sentence and interrupting himself. It’s unlike him. Yuuri wants to pull him into his arms. That’s unlike him too.

“Stop looking at me like that. It’s freaking me out,” Yurio spits. “Why do you look like someone died? Is the idiot—” he means Viktor, “Ill?” he seems unconcerned by the prospect, but then he pales as something occurs to him, “Are you ill? Is Makkachin?”

And because Yuuri does not want to lie to him, but also does not want to tell him the truth at all ever, he throws his hands up and shakes his head. “No, no, nothing like that. Just in my own head today.” This is true every day, but it would be impossible to explain the day to day torment of living inside of his own brain. Plus, it might traumatize Yurio and make him second guess his decision to allow Yuuri and Viktor to ostensibly, semi-non-officially adopt him. Oh no… who gets to keep Yurio in the divorce?

Divorce? Oh god. Divorced before they’ve even made it to the altar. Maybe, now that Viktor is feeling inspired and skating again, he doesn’t need Yuuri in his life after all.

Yurio neatly answers the question of ‘who gets custody in the divorce’ by dragging him out the door and declaring that he’s going to drive Yuuri’s car home. Maybe custody is relative and Yurio takes care of himself.

He’s supposed to be supervising said driving since Yurio technically does not have a license, but instead Yuuri stares on the passenger window until he gets nauseous and has to close his eyes. The car stops and he opens them to find they’re at a grocery store.

“Your moron husband forgot to pick up garlic.”

“Not married,” he says and swallows down the bitter yet that gets stuck in his throat.

Yurio groans, “Have you not gotten that over with yet?” He knows very well that they haven’t. They once joked about eloping, which Yurio pretended not to have an apoplectic fit over. Viktor promises they’ll make Yurio their flower boy. Privately, Yuuri eggs him on because he knows that deep down, beyond the fury, he’s actually very touched.

Yurio takes one look at him and rolls his eyes, “Wait in the car,” he orders and slams the door. Yuuri listens and tries to take on the terrible spiralling tornado of fear. He needs to at least find the eye because it’s starting to suck the oxygen out of everything.

We need to talk we need to talk we need to talk we need to-

Soon, the door opens again and Yurio slides in. “Finally, the line was so-“ Yuuri startles and realizes there are tears on his cheeks. “Why are you crying?! Stop it!” He’s still not very good with Emotions™, but he’s doing his best. Yuuri and Viktor just have so many between them, it’s unreasonable to expect him to keep up. Generally, when the tears arrive, Yurio shoves him into Viktor’s arms. Yuuri’s not keen on that option at this moment.

They make it home with only a few awkward glances between them. The teen has his own key so he lets them in.

Yuuri doesn’t know what he was expecting to find upon returning home.

(Lies. As previously noted, he expected suitcases and packed bags and Viktor’s solemn face as he handed the ring back. He imagined kindness and pity but not love in his eyes. He wondered which would be his problem, if he’d be able to beg or be able to stop himself from begging. He knows he’d have cried, he doesn’t know if he’d have been able to speak at all.)

But Viktor is bustling around the kitchen, singing to himself. In the span of this moment, Yuuri exists outside of his worries. Ten feet away, the love of his life is making a family recipe that Hiroko passed on to him. He sings, and Yuuri’s not so far gone that he thinks Viktor a nightingale, but he loves the sound all the same. His bangs are clipped back behind his ear, his cheeks are rosy from the warmth of the stove. He dances around the kitchen, swaying his hips to the rhythm in his head. Then Yuuri realizes that he hasn’t looked up because he’s wearing headphones and hasn’t heard them yet.

Yurio aggressively removes his hat and launches it at Viktor in one motion. The older man startles and catches it, right before it falls onto a burner. “Vot tye na!” But then he sees them and his whole face lights up. It’s like watching dawn break over the mountains back. “You’re home!”

He’s not going to leave him. When Viktor looks at him, it’s hard for Yuuri to deny that he is loved because Viktor lays it all out in the open. He has never hidden his regard or intentions for even a moment. He loves wholly and without reservation.

The moment ends. The demons pipe up. Yuuri has been wrong before.

He tells himself all the things his therapist told him to. That he is safe. He is loved. He can trust the people around him. He’s going to be okay.

Dinner is a trial. Yuuri usually loves these dinners and he’s furious with himself for ruining what might be their last one. Because Viktor wants to talk. He gets quieter and quieter and shrinks down into his chair until he can’t take it anymore.

Viktor keeps the conversation going. He is cheerful and upbeat, but he keeps sneaking glances Yuuri’s way. Can he not wait to get this over with? Is he itching to be rid of him? He’s bad company, he knows it. He should be a better host, for Yurio at least. Who wants to be with someone who’s always sad and anxious, dragging down everyone around them. Viktor asks about Yurio’s day like the proud dad he is. Viktor would make such a good dad. In the vague way that he considers his future after skating, Yuuri hoped he’d get to co-parent with him someday. Again. From the beginning. Not that having a 15-year-old rage monster drop into their laps wasn’t a blessing. Maybe that’s part of it, who knows? He wouldn’t choose himself as a co-parent either.

Viktor holds his phone aloft, loudly reading all of Otabek’s tweets that Yurio has liked in the past 48 hours, while the kid tries to climb him like a tree to steal it and throw it down the garbage disposal. “Give it here old man, at least my twitter’s not some disgusting shrine to Katsudon like yours is-!”

“No, you took down the shrine to Yuuri in your locker when we moved to St-Petersburg!” He teases, “Is the one in your room at your Zaida’s house still up?”

“SHUT UP!”

And that’s all it takes, it’s all over for Yuuri. He starts to laugh and he starts to cry and the two men in his life stop roughhousing immediately, to stare at him in abject horror. They’ve both gotten better at dealing with crying, in their own ways, but they’re still terrible. They glance at each other, then back at him, then back at each other.

“Hey! Don’t cry! Look what you did asshole, you made Katsudon emotional!”

“Yuuri, oh no, are you okay? What should I do? Do you need-?”

Yuuri hiccups and tries to calm down, but he’s suddenly hyperventilating. “I…hic…I’m just…hic… I’m so happy,” he sobs. “I don’t want this to end.”

“Twice in one day? Why are you always crying?”

Viktor looks nonplussed, “You were crying earlier? He was crying earlier? When?” his gaze switches back and forth between the two Yuris, worry blooming like a bruise. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Yurio doesn’t seem to know what to do. He can’t drive himself home and he clearly does not want to be here for this conversation. He pushes back from the table, and because he was raised right, he takes his plate with him and deposits it in the dishwasher. “I’ll be in the guest room, he better not be crying when I come out.” It seems silly to Yuuri, to refer to it as the guest room, when he’s the only one who ever stays in it.

He was worried before, but now Viktor looks panicked, “Yuuri…”

“What did you want to talk about?” he says in a rush. He wants to get this over with. He doesn’t want to get this over with.

Viktor ignores the question.

“Zolotse,” Viktor switches to the chair closest to Yuuri and scoots it even closer, so he can get his hands on him. “Why are you crying if you’re happy?”

Yuuri accepts the hug, lets himself succumb to it, “Because I want to keep it. I don’t want anything to change. Please just… can we not talk about this?”

Viktor pulls away suddenly, violently, to look him in the eye. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, I just thought…” He closes his mouth and looks grim. “Never mind. It’s fine. Forget I said anything. Everything is fine. I am fine.”

Yuuri is not convinced. Viktor’s pain enables Yuuri to function in a way he can’t for himself. He wants to reach out, to comfort him now. Why is Viktor’s heart breaking before his very eyes?

“Wait,” he orders, grabbing his hand to keep him from running away. “I’m sorry. Anything you need to tell me, you can tell me. I’ll listen, I’ll always listen to you. What did you want to tell me?”

“It’s not about getting married,” Viktor swears, and it’s a crack in poor Yuuri’s resolve to listen. It’s cruel of him, to reject him so blatantly though. “I promise I won’t pressure you. Whenever you’re ready. I know I said when you win gold, but just because you won doesn’t mean we have to. You owe me five after all,” Panicked, “I’m joking! Everything can stay exactly the same. I’m lucky to have that much. I won’t ask for more, I won’t.”

“…So… you don’t want to marry me.” He thought he was prepared, but he was not.

Viktor once accused him of willfully misunderstanding him when they fight. He reminds him of this now. “That is not what I said! I’ve wanted to marry you since the day we met. You can even ask Chris. I said that to him. At the banquet I told him, ‘I am going to marry that man, unless he is straight. Please Chris, tell me that he is not straight because I will cry’, I swear.”

“So you’re not leaving me?” Yuuri is wary of getting his hopes up.

“Leave you?!?!”

The way he says it makes Yuuri defensive, like he’s being ridiculous. “You texted me that we need to talk!”

“Yes. Admittedly, your English is better, but how does that translate to breaking up?”

“Everyone knows that ‘we need to talk’ is code for ‘it’s not me, it’s you’, which is code for ‘it’s definitely you’!”

“What.” Viktor scratches his nose. “This is an American thing?”

“Yes.”

“So what do you say if you really just need to talk about something?”

This gives Yuuri pause, because he actually doesn’t know. He shrugs, “Not fucking that.” He might still be a little hysterical.

“Yuuuuuuuriiiiii!”

He sighs, “You know how my mind can be. I guess when I read your text, it got away from me, I thought of the worst case scenario and I spiralled.”

“Okay,” of course, Viktor is ever on a quest to be accommodating of Yuuri’s mental illness. “Then I won’t do that. I won’t prepare you. I’ll just surprise you!”

Wait. Is that worse? That might be worse.

“Surprise! I want to get a puppy! Thoughts?”

“What about Makka?”

“I think Makka could use a little brother or sister! She gets so lonely.” Upon hearing her name, Makkachin, who is very spoiled for attention, woofs from her fancy premium dog bed and prances over to join them. She drops her chin on Yuuri’s thigh, in an oddly accurate representation of her dad’s pout. “Look at her Yuuri, don’t you want another?”

He can’t believe he questioned whether or not Viktor wanted to co-parent with him. They share custody of a poodle.

“And the angriest kitten in all the land!” Viktor adds, when Yuuri verbalizes this.

“HEY!” They all jump and spin around. Yurio stands in the kitchen, holding a cup of water, peering suspiciously over the rim. “You better not be talking about me!”

They are definitely talking about him.

Later, they’re halfway through a movie and Yurio is asleep on the other couch. Viktor and Yuuri snuggle beneath a blanket and Makkachin snoozes on the ottoman by their feet. “I love you,” Viktor says into Yuuri’s hair, “And I want things to change,” he admits bravely. “But only if you want those things too.”

“More dogs?”

They smile.

“More dogs, more rings, more moody teenagers maybe?”

“Can we get those as puppies too?” Yuuri asks, lips against Viktor’s temple.

“Yuuri!” he cries in delight, “Are you asking me to be your baby daddy?”

“YOU TWO ARE DISGUSTING!”

Oops. The kitten is awake after all.

[old-lady-material]

Can I please have a lyric drabble? Its "She called from a truck stop In Tucson Arizona" God Love Her by Toby Keith. I'd prefer Jax or Happy but your choice :3 thank you

first off, LOVE THIS SONG! Toby Kieth - God Love Herreally hope this is okay, didn’t go the direction of the song but with the line you gave i got inspired.

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4 days, 3 hours, 32 minutes and counting, he was counting.thats how long you had been gone, taken without a reason given though there was plenty of reasons to choose from. being the old lady to someone who knew how to kill you with a teacup put targets on his back and yours.

you loved that man, Happy made you happy and no amount of torture or spilled blood could make you turn rat. not on him and not on your family.

you repeated the lies over and over hoping they would believe you, hoping you would believe yourself if you said it a couple more times. you don’t get a man like Happy’s crow inked on your body unless you’re all in, unless you know everything. Happy was the kind of guy who needed that and you were the kind of women who wanted that for the both of you. peace of mind comes only when everything is layed on the table.

it was dark outside when you came back to reality again but it had been for some time, early morning, had to be around 4am? you were guessing at this point. your body had gone numb in places you never thought could. if you were right that meant you had two hours before the next ‘guard’ came in as they long thought themselves safe and decided they wanted all their men to get sleep. that had started 24 hours ago, they gave up on a rescue coming for you, they had their fun with you and today you feared they would believe your words and do away with you.

it had taken every minute of every day sanding away with a piece of metal at your chains, every hour you grew closer. your hands were cuffed with a long chain inbetween so they could hand you from a hook like meat for slaughter and your one ankle was cuffed and chained to the wall.  when fatigue didn’t take you you worked like a mad women using the numbness in your limbs to keep at it, keep going to get away. filing away at the metal and wearing it down before you became wore down. it would do no good to go through the cuff metal as it was to thick but the chain attached to your ankle was thinner and the welding on some of the links softer.

they hadn’t fed you but they had given you water. it was enough to keep yourself alive but you knew you looked like hell. you could only see out of one eye, bruises turned colors you were sure would take months to fade and that still didn’t begin to hit everything. you couldn’t scream as your throat had been squeezed and rubbed raw the first 24 hours, you hadn’t tried to walk or stand but you knew with the deep bruise around your swollen ankle when it came time to run you would have trouble. the cuts, your blood on the floor, all ignored for freedom.

there was a ‘chink’ and you were thrown back a bit from the tight metal suddenly giving way you knew you would have cried if you could have but you didn’t have that luxury. looking outside it had to be 5am and that meant you had only 1 hour before someone came in and that wasn’t enough time to get away. cursing you looked around the old barn and you thought up a plan.

you waited in some hay and watched it all unravel for them. they thought you had escaped most of them left in a hurry and you just waited, waited for the right moment for a stupid prospect to come along to look at where the remains of the chain hung nailed to the wall. all it took was a good hit with the help of a wood board to the head and his gun was yours. hell the silencer attached did they rest. you would take out two re-stock and take out two more. 

you didn’t bother with the bodies you just limped along. once you cleared out what you could you made your way to a van, hot-wired that shit and got in.

you didn’t stop until you hit a truck stop in Tucson Arizona. you pulled in beside the semis and waited in the back until it got darker when you could sneak to the pay phone.

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“HAP! I got her!” juice ran out of Teller-Marrow’s office and Happy was right on him.

“Where! let me talk to her!” Happy was already walking into the office but stopped after juice continued.

“She called from a truck stop In Tucson Arizona! she hung up but i got the address!”��

“Arizona? that’s at least 12 hours away Hap!” Jax didn’t sound thrilled but Happy was already bee-lining to his bike. 

“Hap, brotha’ you can’t jus leave now! your lass is alrigh’ let me get some medical supplies and get the van ready, then we’ll go get er’.”

Happy’s hands ran over his face but he had stopped moving upon Chib’s making sense. he knew you had hung up to quick because if he started talking to you he wouldn’t have been listening to anyone, sense or not. he wasn’t born yesterday, he knew what 5 days of being in the enemies hands meant, what he would have to look at upon seeing you.

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6 days and some hours since you had been taken. you left the truck stop continuing to a school where you broke in the gym to use the shower. you called juice again, as much as you wanted to hear Happy’s voice you knew once you did you would break down and you still had plenty to do. 

as an old lady the title came with an image attached to it. you had stopped beside a donation bin and grabbed clothes out of it, the large shirt you had grabbed at random turned out to be tye dyed with a large yellow smiley face on it and after your shower seeing it had you finally breaking down. 

you managed to get yourself into the van and drive to the place you rested at now, a lake in some park off to the side. its as far as your gas would take you. crawling into the back you stayed curled up in a ball and slept.

12 and a half hours later from the first time you called them you finally heard the sound you had come to love. motorcycles, not just any but the sons. blinking you tried to roll over and sit up but you had met your limit all you could do was face the doors. with no adrenaline your body was demanding rest. the sound cut and in no time at all the back doors of the van you were in were flung open. 

time stood still, your eyes adjusted to the light and they met dark eyes full of worry. he stood there one hand on the door the other stretched out to you. Happy wasn’t a man that feared many things but seeing you, broken in every sense of the word did something to him and for once he questioned if touching you would do more harm then good.

you could see the conflict in his eyes, the emotions turning, the darker thoughts surfacing pushing forward trying to win over his mind seeing all that had you finding strength to sit up and touch his hand with your own.

“Hap-” your voice was almost as gravely as his but you kept going, you didn’t even know what to say really. you brought his hand to be held by both of yours and brought it to your face. he tried to pull back once his skin touched yours under the eye you couldn’t see out of but you held him strongly and didn’t let go.

bringing his palm to your lips you kissed it, a tear finally falling meeting his thumb and thats all it took for him shimmy his way into the van and rest his head on your shoulder holding you. his face nuzzled your neck and you could feel his tears, both of your hands grabbed his head cradling it there. you rested your head on his and cried with him. shushing him, running fingers down his back. 

Chibs, Tig, and you think that was Rat looked on faces full of concern. you gestured to the blurs they were in your eye to come closer and chibs set the medical bag into the van floor beside you. Happy let go enough to move you, he sat with you in his lap patting your hair down and touching your face as the scott climbed in and started evaluating your wounds. 

Tig turned away flipping his phone open no doubt calling the others telling them they got you. 

his voice was low and he talked to you, his mouth close to your ear he had you smiling and content just hearing him again after days of not knowing if you ever would. he whispered apologies and promises, ones you knew he planed to keep.

Chibs continued to work with what he had an hour fast going by. Tig had gone off on his bike and brought back large metal cutters to free your hands and ankle, he to apologized for the movements, he wasn’t as bad as chibs was though, the man was saying sorry every time he touched you and had to move you in any way.

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you slept most of the ride home, switching one van for another, layed out on the floor in the back, head on Happy’s lap. Chibs drove and Rat the nervous wreck he was rode Happy’s bike next to Tig on his. they stopped only for gas and food, happy tried to get you to eat anything but you just weren’t hungry.

at the end of the 7th day you pulled into the clubhouse and Happy moved you to a room he had claimed in the back. Tara had been in and out many times but Happy stayed.

by the 8th day Happy had you soaking in a bath and fed enough he was content.

by the 9th day you took a walk to the bathroom yourself to take a piss.by the 10th day you moved to the front and greeted your family.

by the 11th day you were well enough to move to your house.

by the 12th day you were going to Gemma’s to eat

and by the 13th day after your bath you came out to Happy sitting on your bed with a small box in his hand, moving it this way and that. nervous but smiling he held it out to you.

“This really isn’t the time, but i figured with our lives I want to do this now, i want to do this with you. this used to be my moms.”

you fit in between his legs perfectly, your hands holding his face, he was blurry from the tears in your eyes but the smile on your face made his grow even wider. one of his large hands came up to your cheek and pulled you into a kiss. pulling away only a short distance you gave him your answer.

“this is the perfect time, nothing would make me happier.” 

and if he got a little teary eyed well your eyes were still to blurry to see. you had his heart, his crow, and now his forever.

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THIS WAS SO LONG IM SO SORRY!

i have work in…FOUR hours! sorry for any mistakes! 

also a shout out to @telfords-glasgow-smile & @samperv for inspiring me to write and get better!

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Solangelo:  Kiss on the Big House Roof

Nico woke up in a panic as usual. His dreams were always haunted with the depths of Tartarus, and also ended in him drowning in popcorn. Drowning in popcorn may seem silly and maybe even fun for most people, but not to a demigod who once spent time as a stalk of corn.  He check he alarm clock beside he bed.  Was 3 in the afternoon? He sat up and sighed.

Being the only camper in cabin 13 had its benefits. It meant that he was head counsellor which meant he got to choose what his cabin did all day. It also meant it was easy for him to get out of training. Of course he couldn’t push his luck of Chiron would be at his door every morning to make sure Nico didn’t sleep his summer away. The Hades cabin was very dark, therefore it was very easy to accidently sleep in since there was no natural way of knowing the sun had risen. It was also always cold in the Hades cabin. Probably because it was made of solid obsidian. This was a benefit in the summer when it was scorching outside, but Nico didn’t know how this was going to work out come winter. Nico laid back down in his blankets. For a minute he contemplated going back to bed so he could stay up later tonight. He might even go for a midnight stroll through the forest. That sounded nice to him. He enjoyed walking in the dark.  The forest at Camp Half-blood was the most entertaining place to walk in the middle of the night since he scared the bejebus out of the dryads and satyrs.

Just as he closed his eye he heard a rap at the door. He opened one eye and looked at the door weighing his chance of pretending he wasn’t here. Then he heard a voice behind the door.

“Nico I know you’re in there. Get out here and come hang out or I’ll come in there and drag you out.”

It was the voice of Jason Grace. Nico sighed thankfully. For a minute he thought he jinxed himself and it was Chiron.

“Give me a sec, I got to clean up and get dressed”  he shouted back.

“Fine we will be at the beach”. Nico heard Jason walk off the Hades cabin porch.

Nico got up and went to the bathroom to clean up. He then went and picked out some appropriate clothes. It was warm at the beach so he grabbed some long black shorts, and his all too creative black t-shirt with dancing skeletons. There were a few holes in it from past quests, but Nico didn’t care. It was his favourite shirt.

He grabbed his stygian iron sword and strapped it to his belt. You know your typical beach wear.  He walked out of the cabin and walked through the bustle of Camp. Camp was full of activity because this was the last days the summer campers would be here. Soon everyone would be headed back to their homes, and only a few year rounder’s would be staying. Tonight there was going to be a big camp fire, with fireworks curtesy of the Hephaestus cabin.  As he passed the Hephaestus cabin he saw tons of burly looking kids scrambling with tons of explosives and various dangerous thing preparing the show. He heard Harley excitedly telling to his siblings about how he had packed the firework he was holding to turn in a giant dragon of sparklers that would attack another dragon he was going to make in another colour.

Nico really hoped that the firework dragons did what they were supposed to so he wouldn’t have to fight fireworks tonight.

As he approached the beach he noticed 3 people sprawled out on the sand. Two other people were in the water.  Jason, Annabeth and Will were on beach towels all talking to each other and watching as piper rode some waves on her surfboard. Percy sat on his surfboard probably making the waves, as Nico was pretty sure he had never seen waves this big in Long Island before.

We he approached Jason noticed him and waved. Annabeth and Jason were both sporting Camp Half-blood t-shirts, except Jason was wearing blue board shorts while Annabeth had bathing suit bottoms on. Will was leaning back on the sand half on his towel wearing plain orange shorts and a bright white t-shirt. Nico was glad to see him out of his tye dye shirts. He looked much better in white. Nico then swore at himself in his head for thinking that way.

What a dork Nico thought.

Then he smiled, Jason was great. Probably he only person he trusted. His list was short so you knew it was a very covenant list.  He only 2 other people that had made it were Reyna and Coach Hedge. Although as Nico go closer to Will he realised that Will was slowly making his list.

When he reached them he could hear Annabeth going on about artificial sweetener. Nico didn’t know how they got on that subject, but decided to let her continue her rant. He went to go sit in the sand beside Jason but Will caught his attention and waved for him to come sit on his towel with him. Nico was grateful because the sand was burning hot. He didn’t know how Will had the tolerance to lay his legs in the sand.

Nico looked out at the ocean. He watched as Piper paddled out to a wave with Percy. As they got close she stood up and rode the wave towards the beach. Percy on the other hand managed to get on top of his board shakily. He rode it for about 5 seconds before the board went flying from under him and he face planted in the waves. Nico snorted out loud, and quickly covered his mouth to stop the embarrassing sound.

He remembered when he first met Percy he asked him whether he was a good surfer since his dad was Poseidon. Apparently Poseidon wasn’t the god of surfers.

Jason stared laughing too. Annabeth stopped talking and looked up at what they were laughing at. Percy’s head could be seen bobbing out of the water. Piper had reached the shore and was walking towards them. Percy summoned a water current and aqua manned himself to the shore as well. His lost board washed up behind him.

Hey both came over and sat down. Will reached behind him and passed hem some sunscreen.

“Reapply or you’re going to regret it” he warned. “I can feel you guys are staring to burn”

They did as they were told. Will threw me a bottle too.

“You as well pale death boy”

He glared at him but did as I was told.

Percy laid back on the sand.

“I didn’t think it would be so hard” He protested.

Piper grinned “Just takes some practice”

Percy frowned. Then he sat up and grabbed Annabeth’s hand. The whole back of him was covered in sand.

“Come try it with me” he said.

Annabeth didn’t argue. She got up and walked hand in hand with him to the water.

“So Nico how are you doing?” Jason asked.

Nico thought it a strange question but Jason must have been trying to start a conversation with him.  So he went with it.

“Um fine I guess. Jus tired a lot lately.  You know nightmares. But I also think it might have to do with the fact the Hades cabin is super creepy. I don’t know who decorated it but I am not a vampire.”

Everyone frowned at the nightmare comment but didn’t saying anything. Demigods knew all about nightmares.

“Maybe Will can help you redecorate over the fall.” Piper suggested. “I’m sure he’d be able to brighten the place up” she joked.

“Ha ha, very funny sun god joke. But I don’t have my dad’s blinding personality or gifts so the most I could do is help repaint” Will replied.

Piper just smiled. She caught Nico’s eyes and he was prey sure she was up to something. It was the look Percy got when he was going to do something Annabeth told him not to do.

Nico averted his gaze. Piper’s mom was the god of love. He really hoped she could sense the sight tension Nico had right now being so close to Will.  He tried his best to keep a acceptable distance from Will so as to not raise questions, but also far enough so that Wills feeling didn’t get hurt. He guessed they were friends now so it might be rude. Well friends might not be exactly what they were. But Nico didn’t have a name for someone he was friends who he really liked, and had kissed only 1 ½ times. Also no one knew about those last 2 parts.

He finished putting on sunscreen. He had accidently forgot to run in a large patch on his nose. But no one said anything. They sat on the beach talking about yearly plans. Jason was going to travel between the camps between going to school with Piper in LA to build temples for he minor gods. Piper didn’t really have anything planned except spending time with her dad who agreed to take the year off from filming and touring. Coach Hedge, Nellie, and baby chuck were going with them too. Just one big happy family.  Nico was kind jealous. It sounded as if they had a lot to look forward to this winter. Plus baby Chuck was the most adorable little kid Nico had ever seen. It was also the first baby to not cry when he held it. Not than Nico had held a lot of babies. But most would start crying even if he passed their strollers. Chuck just grumpily shaked his fist and demanded more milk and mushed up recycled cardboard. Baby goats were weird that way.

Wil talked about how he wanted to start his first aid course, as well as work on his healing skills. A summer of training and improvement. How very typical demigod of him. Nico thought about what he wanted to do. He couldn’t think of anything. Then he thought about Will’s plans, and honestly they stated to sound very nice. He definetly could improve his skills. Other often told him that he was the most powerful demigod they met, yet Nico didn’t feel that way. He wanted to be a great hero, not some half hero hat passed out from using his powers to much.

He must have looked upset because Piper interjected his thinking .

“What’s wrong Nico?” she asked.

“Nothing I was just thinking about the same thing Will was saying. I think I want to stay at camp and work on my powers some more. It would be nice to be able to shadow travel without fading into the darkness.” Nico replied

“ Well this is the place to work on it Nico” Jason chimed in. “I mean what better place than home”

Nico smiled.

“Ya I guess this is home now,  but if it’s going to be home then I need to get rid of the coffin like decor in my cabin” Nico joked.

Everyone smiled.

 That night the campfire burned several stories tall. The singing from every camper and the excited atmosphere made it grow larger than Nico had ever seen it before.

Nico sat by the edge of the circle legs crossed with his hands in the grass behind him. Will came up beside him and sat down. He had put his first aid instructor sweater on. Red surprisingly went with his tan skin and blonde hair. It kind of made him resemble the flames hat were coming out of the camp fire.

Will didn’t say anything for a while. He just stared at the campers who had all begun a chorus of

‘When I’m gone. When I’m gone. You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone’

He felt something brush against his left hand. He jerked it away out of habit. Stupid battle reflexes. He noticed it was just Will’s hand. Will gave an apologetic smile. Nico returned it and put his hand back down where it was. Will moved his hand over Nico’s. It was subtle but Nico checkd around to make sure no one was looking.

Will looked at Nico.

“Is this ok?” he asked “ I mean if not I can go I don’t want to feel…” he trailed off

“it’s ok. I promise. Just umm idk if I want everyone to know yet?” Nico said very quietly.

Will gave him a sympathetic smile. Nico felt bad about what he just said. Not because it wasn’t how he felt, but because he didn’t want Will to feel like Nico was shunning him because he was scared.

“It’s not you Will. I promise. It’s just… well. I don’t know how everyone would react. I’m not very liked as it is. And ….” He trailed off and stayed silent for a long time.

Will just kindly smiled at him.

“Hey it’s ok Nico. I just want to let you know I really like you” he whispered for Nico’s sake.

Nico sat uncomfortably. He didn’t saying anything for a while. Then he realised Will’s smile was fading. Nico had a feeling he might have hurt Will’s feelings. Will just told him he like him, and Nico had said nothing.

“Hey, do you want to go somewhere cool?” he asked Will.

“Of course”

Will went to get up but Nico ushered him back down. He looked over his shoulders to make sure no one was still looking. He caught Jason’s face in the crowd smiling at him from beside Piper. He had a sly smirk on his face eyeing him and Will sitting beside each other. He raised an eyebrow at Nico from across the campfire. Nico suck his tongue out at Jason and then the and will faded into the shadows holding tight to Wills hand.

They reappeared sitting on top of the big house roof. From there they had a great view of the campfire and the whole camp from the strawberry fields to Canoe Lake.

Even though he was still sitting Nico swayed. The travel knocked his brain fuzzy, he was seeing double and his eyelids grew heavy. His ears rang and everything stared to flash white. The oh to familiar feeling of passing out. He gripped the roof shingles for support. Wil, looked no better. This was Wills first time shadow traveling. Which was pretty disorienting. Yet he shook his head and composed himself.

“Whoa there death boy” Will said and steadied Nico against himself.

Nico didn’t pull back he let himself fall into Wills shoulder. Nico groaned.

“Here drink this” Will said as he passed Nico a water bottle from his sweater. “Its’s unicorn horn and Tiber river water. I got some from Reyna before she left. As I heard it’s the only thing that works for you.”

Nico thought it was wired that Will had taken it upon himself to carry the unicorn water with himself just in case Nico needed it, but he didn’t protest and drank half he bottle. He felt much better after a few minutes. Although he was now still pretty tired, as though he ran 5 k and then eneded up on the roof.

“So why are we up here?” Will asked. “Not that I’m complaining I mean it’s very beautiful up here I’ve never seen camp from this angle”

Nico sat up from Wills support. He gently laid his hand on Wills which was holding ono the roof.

“I wanted to say I like you too” Nico said.

Will smiled wide.

“Although I’m not sure why you like me. I mean I’m all dark and scary to everyone else. Most people don’t really like the whole death thing very much”

Will let out a small laugh.

“Really because as I see it for a guy who wear nothing but black and commutes to the underworld you’re a big softy. Also for a big softie you’re also the most powerful demigod I have ever met. It’s super attractive. I mean watching you fight during the battle, Wow. I’ve never seen someone so... just wow. And you’re kind of cute I guess” Will replied.

Now that Nico admitted to liking Will he noticed Will was getting some of his son of Apollo ego back.

Nico smiled. He felt a little more courageous around Will “Kind of unfair don’t you think? You get kind of cute and I get smoking hot.”

Wills smiled couldn’t get any bigger. His tan skin glowed in the dark, his hair stuck out like a dirty blond flag, and his teeth shone white against the black sky.

From where Will was sitting all he could see of Nico was his pale face like a moon. His dark hair and clothes blended into the night seamlessly. Will could make out where his eye where though. They twinkled in the moonlight mimicking the stars behind Nico. Will had heard about opposites attracting. And this was definitely the case. His dad the god of the sun and warmth, and Nico son of the god who represented everything about the cold dark. They would perfectly balance each other.

They sat in silence listening to the campers sing camp songs. Nico still held Wills hand. It was warm and Nico used it reheat his cold fingers. The fireworks stared over the lake. And Nico had to give it to the Hephaestus kids they were the best fireworks he had ever seen. The fireworks formed bright colorful constellations of ancient gods and heroes who re-enacted their tales in the sky. From below they could just make out the voices Will’s cabin mates reciting out their stories in song as the fireworks danced across the sky. Hercules wrestle with a hydra in the sky in dazzling blue and purple.

Nico was listening intently and gazing up at the sky. He laughed when they started to tell the tales of the adventures the crew of the Argo 2 had gone on. They got to the part of the story where Heracles got buried with coconuts by the great hero Piper. Nico could make out Jason and Piper standing on a picnic table. Jason held up Piper’s arms and ushered for her to make a bow. Nico laughed and then turned his head to watch Will. Will was laughing as well, listening to the story for the first time. Then next thing Nico knew he was pressing his lips up against Wills. He wrapped his arms around Wills neck and pulled him closer. Will was shocked for a second and then leaned into the kiss more enthusiastically than Nico. He curled one hand into Nico’s hair behind his head and the other went down to his lower back. Nico moved his lips to match the pace if Wills. He had never kissed anyone before so he was slowly following Wills lead hoping he was doing it right. His head swan with heat. He completely forgot where they were. He could smell sunshine and citrus coming from Wills hair, his lips tasted like orange juice and freshly picked strawberries. He gasped for breath, he had forgot to breath. Will pulled his face back from Nico’s but they kept their hand there they were.

Nico looked into Wills eyes. They were shinning bright blue as if a small piece of the clear daytime sky was shining through the night.

“You ok?” Will asked. ”You’re swaying. Are you going to pass out? Do you need anything?” Will asked.

“I’m fine, just new to this” Nico admitted.

Will smiled “Ok, can I kiss you again then?”

Will didn’t need an answer because Nico flew himself back toward Wills lips. Nico could feel Will smiling as he kissed him. Will rubbed his fingers into Nico’s hair massaging his head slightly and to hold it steady as his increased he intensity of his kiss. Nico tighten his grasp around Wills neck.

*

When the last of the fireworks died out and campers could be seen walking back to their cabin will looked down at Nico. Nico was curled up under Wills arms leaning against his shoulder. His arms were wrapped around Wills waist. Will smiled. He felt like he was on top of the world, not just the Big House roof.

He shook Nico awake gently. Nico’s eyes fluttered open and he grumbled.

“You missed the best part of the fireworks. They talked about your heroic escape and fights and journey. They went to make you stand up to bow no one could find you “ Will laughed.

Nico made a sarcastic face.

“Jason saw me disappear with you. Hell cover me” Nico said.

Will looked at him quizzically. Nico had been very adamant about keep them a secret for now, yet Jason knew. Nico must had read his thought because he started to explain about how Jason was the first to know about Nico’s secrets. And how Jason had helped him through his fight with cupid .Will listened quietly.  He didn’t know about any of this but he felt grateful Nico was sharing it with him. It helped him understand Nico’s reclusive behaviour towards him and Camp Half-blood.

“The only other 2 people to know are Coach Hedge and Reyna. They saw my feelings of fear and hate when I unleashed in on our trip with the Parthenos.”

Will nodded. His leaned in and kissed Nico on the cheek.

“Come one death boy. Let’s climb down before the harpies come and eat us for a late night snack.”

Nico punched him arm but returned the kiss on the cheek to Will.

When Will got back to his cabin his siblings demanded to know where he disappeared to but Will shook them off by slipping into the bathroom. Although he was pretty sure he could hear them hypothesizing where he had been. Seeing as only 1 other camper went missing that night.

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Escape from Camp Funtasia Chapter 4: Best Day Ever

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Thankfully, everyone was able to get a good night's sleep, and they all started to wake up little by little by about 8:45 AM.

The bus supervisor, a younger woman wearing a bright-blue t-shirt that said "I <3 CF" on it in bright red letters, approached the four stowaways, Ollie being the only one that was fully awake. She had curly blonde hair with a neon pink-to-purple streak on one side, and a neon blue-to-green streak on the other. "Say, I don't remember us picking up you four. Mind telling me your names?" "O-oh, um," Ollie stammered, not expecting to be interrogated by a member of the Funtasia Crew in such a matter, "M-my name is Ollie, and these are Sophie, Nate, and Alice. We should be on the list, my mom signed us all up, and--" The woman smiled. "Say no more, little dude. Glad you guys could make it! For a moment there, we thought you flaked on us for some dumb lesser camp." Ollie laughed nervously. "Not by choice, anyway..."

The woman didn't seem to hear him, not that it would've mattered much. "Anyway, I'm Jodie, but you can just call me Jo. We'll be at Camp Funtasia in about an hour, so make yourself comfy and enjoy the ride!" Sophie sat up in her seat and stretched. "Will we be stopping at Watson's Waffle House for breakfast, Miss Jo?" "Why stop at some silly waffle house," Jo giggled, "When you can have a ginormous all-you-can-eat pancake buffet at the camp instead?" Sophie gasped. "With whipped cream?" "Oh yes." A tiny squeal came out of Sophie's mouth. Satisfied, Jo went back to the front of the bus to let the kids talk among themselves.

"Guys...!" Sophie was bouncing in her seat in anticipation, "They've got a pancake buffet!!" "So we heard," Ollie smiled as he unzipped his suitcase and pulled out his phone. "I feel like I should text my mom and let her know we made it to Camp Funtasia after all, but at the same time she might freak out that we ditched Wallahavanna..." "Man, she didn't even wanna send us to Wallahavanna in the first place! Why would she be mad?!" Nate pulled out his gaming system. "When you're done with that, I'm gonna set up a multiplayer battle. Feel free to join."

Ollie sighed. "I guess you have a point. I did promise her I'd send a message every so often to let her know we're okay, and there's no way Big Betsy would've even let me send one before confiscating it permanently..." "Realistically, she would've destroyed it as soon as she caught sight of it," Alice finished brushing her hair and grabbed her gaming system. "Huh...That's weird," Ollie held his phone up high curiously, "No signal." Sophie already had her gaming system ready. "Maybe they'll have a wifi hotspot at the camp. Now are you joining or not?!"

Ollie put his phone away and took out his gaming system. "Yeah, maybe you're right. Alright, I'm in."

~*~*~

The bus slowed to a stop in front of a castle that looked exactly like the one in the brochure. The campers cheered and immediately hurried out the door, where a taller man with messy hair awaited them. "Welcome to Camp Funtasia, children," the man grinned from ear to ear, "I am Mr. Funtasia, head-counselor and owner of the camp, but for the next three months, I also hope to be your friend -- Mr. Fun. But enough about me. Children...," The gates behind him opened slowly. Mr. Fun stepped aside. "Your paradise awaits."

All the kids gazed in awe as the gates opened all the way, revealing a giant ferris wheel and other rides off to the sides, various cotton candy machines scattered around the vicinity, and a big fountain with a statue of a tiger on it in the center of the area leading to the building. The paths were colored in bright tye-dye spiral patterns. "Now, children," Mr. Fun stepped inside, with the campers immediately following him, "I know all of this looks tempting, but please do be patient. We have yet to eat breakfast, of course. Follow me to the dining hall and we will begin out morning feast. After you have finished, you are free to roam around the park as you wish." The campers did not hesitate to continue following him into the castle.

"Oh, man, this is gonna be so awesome!" Ollie's eyes darted towards one of the roller coasters. "That one's gotta be like, 70 feet tall!" Sophie's eyes beamed. "Going at 80 miles per hour, too!" Alice rolled her eyes. "I wouldn't recommend stuffing yourself full of pancakes, then. You'll throw up everywhere. Gross, but cool under the right circumstances." The others looked at Alice in disgust and just kept walking.

The main room had a big circular sofa in the middle. Inside the circular couch was a big container of assorted snacks and candy. Around the room were more couches and cushions with various irregular shapes in front of multiple television screens, each one hooked up to its own gaming console on top of a bookcase below the screens. The bookcases were filled with gaming cartridges for each system. In between each screen were hallways that led to different parts of the castle. Mr. Fun straightened his peppermint-striped bowtie. "The dining hall is over this way. Come, children, and leave your bags here. You may come back for them when you are ready to get settled into a bedroom of your choosing."

~*~*~

The sun rose over Camp Wallahavanna. A speaker posted next to one of the cabins boomed all throughout the campsite. "Attention, campers, It's time to wake up. Please report to the mess hall for breakfast. Today's specials are..."

Big Betsy slammed open the front door of the counselor building and stormed over to one of the cabins for morning roll-call. "I just know one of those little punks tried to escape me, we'll see about that..." The first cabin she went to was Ollie's cabin, and she tore the door off its hinges and threw it behind her, hitting one of the campers on their way to the mess hall as instructed. She stomped toward one of the beds and vigorously shook the figure occupying the bed. "WAKE UP, YOU LITTLE RAT! IT'S TIME FOR BREAKFAST, AND SO HELP ME--" The figure revealed itself to be a holographic image of Sophie sleeping, which immediately disappeared as Betsy went to slap it awake.

Without a second thought, she ran back to the counselor building and snatched the intercom from one of the counselor's desks and pushed him off his chair. "ATTENTION ALL STAFF: WE HAVE FOUR RUNAWAYS AT LARGE. FIRST ONE OF YOU SORRY EXCUSES OF CHAPERONES TO ROUND 'EM UP GETS AN EXTRA FIVE MINUTES ON YOUR BREAK TIME. NOW MOVE IT!!!"

An alarm sounded as the counselors scrambled all over the campsite in a frenzy. Betsy watched on from the window with fire in her eyes.

"Those little punks aren't getting away. Nobody messes with Big Betsy."

~*~*~

After a long day of excitement, roller coaster rides and several counts of vomiting, the clock eventually struck 10:00 PM -- time for everyone to retire to their rooms and rest.

Ollie came out of the bathroom that was connected to both his and Nate's room and Sophie and Alice's room, with another door in between the two rooms. "Boy, have you guys seen this bathroom yet? There's fancy hotel-soaps and one of those fancy toilets that squirts back up at you! It's amazing." Sophie was sitting on her bed, brushing her hair. "I still can't believe you ate all that pizza and barfed it out on The Whiplash in that one kid's face!" "Yeah, I probably shouldnt've sat up front...Poor guy. I feel bad that it made HIM throw up, too." "Literally everyone threw up. It was still pretty cool, though," Alice piped up from her bed, reading a book on the study of dreams. Ollie chuckled sheepishly. "Yeah, I guess it was. I'm just glad I didn't get in trouble for it."

Nate, sitting on the bed next to Ollie's, stretched one of his legs out and pulled on a sock. "Hey, you heard the man. That stuff happens all the time. As long as we're havin' fun, y'know?" "Yup," Ollie laid down in his bedand tucked himself in. "And we get to do it all again tomorrow." "...Even the pancake buffet," Nate sighed. "Especially the pancake buffet," Sophie smiled.

"...Well, good night, guys," Ollie reached for the light and flicked it off.

[martadwatson]

Real Housewives Of Atlanta Season 11 Premiere Recap

Last night’s season premiere of Real Housewives of Atlanta was all about Porsha Williams turning right instead of left and finding Prince Charming – aka The Hot Dog King Of Atlanta, and hopefully getting a big ol diamond ring out of it. HINT, MEGA-HINT, HINT.

As we alll know Porsha is dating Dennis, who owns several clubs in addition to The Original Hotdog Factory. “Everybody loves hot dogs!” Porsha cheers, “Especially me!” And Dennis’s wienie in particular. Porsha met Dennis at one of his clubs, then went home with him. Porsha and Dennis’s one-night stand has now turned into ring shopping. He apparently told her he loved her the first night they met. “It just feels natural and we just went with it,” she gushes.

Porsha drags Dennis to her jeweler – the same one who provided her rings to Kordell, because, “Different man, different right, right?!” And bigger girl, bigger diamonds too! She’s a grown up now, no more playing housewives with a man who acts like her father. Also, it’s not like the jeweler cursed their marriage – RHOA did.

After diamond browsing, Porsha swings by Swagg Boutique to check in on NeNe Leakes. And NeNe is not doing well. Gregg has been diagnosed with stage 3 colon cancer – which I didn’t know his cancer was so advanced! – and most of his colon was removed. NeNe is taking care of him, and trying to be strong, but in her car and at night she cries. Gregg is determined to fight – if only to have more time with his wife – so they host a revitalizing prayer circle of family and friends to boost his spirit and keep him strong.  NeNe gets Porsha for her spirit boosting! Gregg looks so ill and depleted, I am heartbroken for this family. And alas I just cannot make fun of NeNe’s confessional hat at a time like this. So she gets a pass, because of Gregg.

Porsha came to Swagg because she just had to see NeNe’s face to truly understand where she is. They speak on the phone regularly, but Porsha knows NeNe is hiding her true feelings and has decided to make it her sole mission (other than getting a ring) to make NeNe laugh to cheer her up. And Porsha, bless her heart, she is ride or die about shaking her booty for a friend in need.

Dennis is taking Porsha to Miami to celebrate her birthday and guess what – NeNe is also headed there for a comedy gig. NeNe somehow talks Porsha into trying on this tie-dyed two-piece number which looked like a Crayola box exploded on Porsha’s ass, or maybe like one of those Jackson Pollak paintings that sell for millions.

NeNe wants to see what’s cooking with Porsha and her Swagg outfit. The answer is stir-fried crazy. Crazier than a tye-dyed spandex outfit.

What’s also cooking is that Porsha has a brilliant idea. Well, at least for her it’s brilliant. She – ahem, the producers – decide this is the perfect opportunity for Porsha to plan a girl’s trip to surprise NeNe in Miami to cheer her up. Yes, I’m so sure Porsha came up with this all on her own. Just like I’m so sure Porsha and NeNe just so happened to be traveling to Miami at the exact same time…

Next, let’s check in on Cynthia Bailey. Fifty Cynt turned out to be a bad year, but Fifty Cynt & Change is doing OK. Cynthia is now dating – and quite serious with – Mike Hill, a sportscaster who lives in LA, but visits Lake Bailey regularly to dive into its cool, swampy waters. Mike calls for some Skype-Sex and Cynthia is all prepared with a glass of wine swimming with frozen green grapes so it looks like she’s drinking a witch’s brew filled with eyeballs. Then in the middle of Mike telling her how he likes to be in control, Noelle walks in unannounced. Noelle and Mike have met, and like each other – so much so that Mike and Cynthia almost continue their raunchy talk while she’s sitting on the sofa taking a selfie. Classy!

For Kandi Burrrus her personal life is problematic while her professional one is hitting the highest notes ever. Starting with Xscape being honored with an aascap Golden Note Award. The award is all fine and good, but the really important matter for these Ol Girls of the 90’s music scene is what craft services will be serving backstage. Um, aascap isn’t using OLG as their caterers? Aunt Bertha won’t be personally presiding over the koolaid kocktails while terrorizing the other esteemed attendees? Apparently not because it doesn’t even appear that Mama Joyce attended.

Instead, Kandi brought her toddler and Riley, neither of whom want to be there. Kandi is shocked that Ace is cranky and crying – she doesn’t even seem to realize what time he goes to bed. Probably because, as Riley points out, Kandi is constantly working and never home. Todd is essentially running “Daddy Daycare,” but while he’s at the bar getting a much needed drink after finally escaping the kids, Don Jaun Daycare had to take over while Kandi grimaced from the red carpet. Girl time to hire a NANNY.

We also need to take a moment to truly honor the star of that show: Kandi’s weave. It must have been supplied by Porsha’s Go Naked Hair!

Of course, while Kandi is missing school meetings she forgot were even scheduled (OK I’ve done that too) and being publicly called out by her teenager for ignoring home responsibilities, she’s contemplating another baby because duh – she has two frozen embryos left which she’s not sure what to do with. Yes – another stupid embryo storyline! Really Bravo… you have got to cook up some new recipes. Let Porsha get into that kitchen and open the oven and stuff a hotdog bun in there or something.

Eva Marcille had Michael Jr, and is now engaged to regular-old Michael. Basically, everything is great except that her wedding is in about 6 minutes but she has no wedding planner or anything else done. However, she does have professional family photographs with everyone wearing denim-on-denim like this is 1992. So priorities. After taking a couple photos with the kids, Eva quickly shoos them away, kicks off her Louboutins and turns this into The Eva Show to relaunch her modeling career. Does ANTM do a senior series? Wasn’t LeeAnne Locken on something like that way back when?

Porsha comes home carrying a Chick-Fil-A cup the size of her head and announces that she’s going to call all the girls to invite them to Miami on a mission trip to recharge NeNe’s batteries. She’s scared though because she’s well aware that none of her s0-called friends even like her! She starts with Cynthia, who is too busy sucking on frozen grapes to be mean and having nothing to do, is an easy yes. Next Porsha downs a shot of Hennessy to give Kandi a call. Kandi was just telling us how much she loves to work, so she had no problem jetting off to Miami at a moment’s notice and ditching her kids (again) to fulfill her Bravo contractual obligations. Everyone else, obviously, can go because these trips are sooo authentic!

Porsha pats herself on the back for being brave enough to work the telephone and surprisingly everyone was nice. Even Kandi. Good things happen when you project your happiness to the world in the form of constant hair flips and high pitched shrieking giggles. Porsha in love is worse than five 8th grader girls.

Porsha prepared for Miami by packing all white, because she’s having a very bridal moment – hopefully – and then adding a bring red wig to signify love. Also red is the color of ketchup – which pairs perfectly with hot dogs! I assume Porsha is no longer vegan? If Dennis doesn’t propose in the next 5 minutes she’s gonna explode like a hotdog cooked too long in the microwave! When he arrives to pick her up and fly her in a private plane, Porsha is literally bursting with glee and practically levitating at the thought of being proposed to during the trip. Did I mention that they’ve only been together five months?

Meanwhile, NeNe is calling Cynthia hourly to beg her to come to Miami where she’ll be doing her first comedy show since Gregg’s diagnosis. Cynthia is the worst liar ever and stumbles over pretending she has to get off the phone for conference calls and phone sex and any other reason, oh my! Then she’s so flustered she packs the wardrobe equivalent of Porsha’s personality.

Driving to their hotel, Porsha prattles on about how she has so much to do in Miami like wear WHITE. A LOT. And make NeNe feel better by showing off her GIANT ENGAGEMENT RING, but there are no plans to introduce Dennis to the girls. Porsha wants to protect him from them eating him alive. Dennis actually already knows Kandi… from around. No details given. Also, he used to frequent OLG Restaurant on the regular, being that he lives right across the street, but since meeting Porsha he hasn’t partaken in their fried chicken. Hmmm… so do we think Dennis is a famewhore? Or something else? Porsha is choosing to remain unbothered by this revelation because she is much more focused on the fact that Dennis could be proposing this weekend. HINT HINT.

Dennis has the room all prepared with a private chef to make gourmet food, and WHITE (hint hint!) rose petals on the bed and we all know what white rose petals mean… THERE IS A RING HIDING IN PORSHA’S SALMON STEAK. Like a bad sitcom, Porsha runs into the bathroom to frantically call her sister, whispering about how she knows this is the night. She’s in there so long Dennis finally asks if everything is OK. Cause nothing says sexy like your man thinking you have explosive diarrhea!

Finally, Porsha sits down on the bed and Dennis whips out a giant jewelry box and … TO BE CONTINUED.

Also, of course, Dennis knows Kandi. And of course, Kandi will know something nasty about him.

TELL US – DO YOU THINK DENNIS WILL PROPOSE? WHAT DO YOU THINK OF CYNTHIA’S MAN? ARE YOU EXCITED EVA HAS JOINED THE CAST FULL-TIME?

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THE VINYL SCRATCH SERVES ITS FIRST SEASON

As part of Tileyard Education’s lustrous new events programme, a brand-new, all-inclusive, inspiring open mic night has been born – The Vinyl Scratch.

The Vinyl Scratch is a platform for Tileyard Education’s own MA students to showcase their talent, but it’s also an open call to any musicians who want a platform to perform in front of the industry, to build connections with our students, as well as the wider networks based within Tileyard’s creative hub.

Hosted within The Vinyl Cafe, Tileyard Studios, London, it is beating heart that serves the local community, and for one night a month, it is dressed in neon pink for some added ambience, fitted with a mobile backline, courtesy of EPA Sound, and is transformed into a fit-for-purpose live performance venue. The launch of the event was also supported Kazbar Systems, who have been nurturing the event through it’s first season.

The Vinyl Scratch kicked off with ‘Round One’, in January, 2018, serving the last Tuesday of every month. For each event, The Vinyl Cafe opened its doors for a sharp 7pm sign up, with a maximum of 12 acts per night. Each performer got to play one original song, or a cover of their choice, and at the end of the night, the audience were all invited to vote for their ‘Top 3’, which was tallied up to conclude with the 3 winners. Each winner got to take home a prize (including online music vouchers from Music Gurus and a £50 bar tab), and the ‘Top 2’ recieved an exclusive invitation to play the final Vinyl Scratch of the season, the ‘Industry Showcase’.

The event has also welcomed guest appearances throughout the season, including Emma Stakes (X-Factor), Penny Foster (Lana Del Ray), Sarah Goodwin, John Zazzaro (Media Tech Ventures), Horus Music and many more.

After serving 5 rounds, The Vinyl Scratch invited back their Top 10 for their Industry Showcase. With an ecclectic mix of Tileyard Education’s own students, ICMP students, beatboxing pros and solo artists, the diversity stunned the audience as The Vinyl Cafe packed out for it’s climatic grande finale. It of course, couldn’t have been an industry showcase without judges. Tileyard Education put together a line-up of A&R scouts and Label Managers. Joining the Industry Showcase was Jason Sharpe – A&R, Tileyard Music, David Rowell & James Corbitt – Autonomy Music Group, Vanesh – SYCO (scout), and Richard Hannan – Executive Vice President, Big Indie Records.

The judges were asked to mark each act out of 10 and provide feedback on their overall performance. Then, at the end of the night, they were given a final 15 minutes after to tally up the results and pick their winner.

The winner was granted access to Tileyard Education’s Summer Music Camp (worth £1999!), a meeting with Big Indie Records, and a half-day recording in TYe London’s world-class studio (used by Duke Dumont, Sam Smith, Ella Eyre).

Richard Hannan (Big Indie), announced the winner live to the audience, and it was ‘Begut’ that stole the show. Begut (Bea) is a Spanish singer-songwriter currently living in London, she is an ex-ICMP student and has been busy travelling Europe with her music. With neo-soul and jazz tones, her main influences are Lianne La Havas, Norah Jones, Jamie Woon and Leon Bridges. Bea and her band were thrilled with their win! We caught up with Bea after the event to ask her how she felt;

“Thank you so so much, I feel so honoured to be the winner! We had a lovely time playing and the atmosphere was amazing.”

We also caught up with Richard, to ask him what made Begut stand out from the other acts;

“There was so much talent to choose from on the night, but there could only be one winner – it was a difficult task for the judges. But in the end, it’s about the overall presentation, not just the song. Begut were a great overall band, their song was a cool indie pop rendition with a lot of heartfelt emotion by lead singer Bea. Likewise, the band were really tight, and performed flawlessly and with gusto. I personally feel they can fit in nicely alongside old-school Paramore and Wolf Alice.”

Richard and Bea are arranging their first meeting to discuss ways in which Big Indie Records may be able to support her and her music. Not bad for winning an open mic night!

The Vinyl Scratch will be back for its Second Season in September 2018, with some new twists! Dates to be announced soon. If you want to be one of the first to know when the new date is announced, sign up to our event mailing list here.

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Every Cricket fan has done it and done it many times ... Let's find out if we match here. We are going to create ALL TIME FAVIOURATE T20 team. It's a very new format so it's slightly easy to ignore old generation here. YES, anyone can imagine what Sir Viv would have achieve in this format too but we will just stick to players who actually played in format. So, when it comes to T20 the first and name comes to one’s mind is none other than Chris Gayle ... undisputed king of the game. 1. Chris Gayle - 21 centuries, 70 fifties what else you need to choose him. Whooping 335 games, more than 11 thousand runs at an average of 40 and strike rate of 148. He just nailed it here but that's not all. These are mere stats his presence make blowers fear and run for their lives. Just that fear makes me choose him over others. No more to say. 2. There are few players who have done really good at different leagues McCullum, Watson, Guptil, Finch, Klinger and many more but this place should defiantly go to David Warner. He has all the stats to support this and again like Gayle he is fearsome. Thriving to win… runs like a cheetah. Over 7 thousand runs and 65 50+ runs this is remarkable. So my choice is David Warner. 3. Now, when no.3 comes to mind there is only one player that stands out of the league is King Kohli. There are very few players who has the same hunger like him to win a game and that’s all you need with the calibre of an internal player. He can pace the game and toy every single ball the way he wanted. Casing a big score ahh … there is no one is better than him. He also has 7600+ runs and 64 50+ run, avg of 40+ strike rate of 133 … what else you need. 4. Here comes the Superman from SA … ABD. Who can argue this??? If there is a slight possibility or imagination about anything on the field this man can defiantly do it. Faster than a 20 year boy and tougher than any experienced pal. This man is true genius. Strike rate of 147, avg of 35 and 51 50+ scores. He can turn the game around any day. Common we haven’t talked about his fielding abilities … but do we need to? Nah… just enjoy this. Now, I think here on it goes tougher because there are plenty of good players knocking to make their marks and the big task is to choose few of them. 5. Suresh Raina, well this might surprise some of you but what he has done over the years for CSK in IPL is commendable. Again, 7800 runs, Strike rate of 139, at an avg of 33 this is a really good stat … isn’t it? Yes, he has done it at number 3 mostly but there is no doubt he can do at this number too. And numbers can change anytime during game. No to forget he is a part time spinner and a brilliant fielder that makes him a complete player. Struggles with short balls but it matters only in fast bouncy pitches and he is out of form. For any other kind of ball he is a monster. 6. When comes down to finish a game and a keeping wickets then there is no dilemma in this era. It has to be MSD who else it could be? Calm like a stone he can hold his nerves even this faster format and you defiantly want him at your side. Strike rate of 136, avg 38 and 6000 runs what else you can talk about. Not just run or captaincy he is the best wicket keeper also and trust me wicket keepers can make you win the games. Some may think that he is getting older and losing touch but still no one better than him. 7. Are we just playing a boring game or we need some fun too … YEAH then let’s bring some dance to the party … here comes the DJ Bravo. Ah… don’t tell me you are surprised he is the best all-rounder going around. 5600 runs, strike rate of 125 and highest wicket taker in world whooping 427 yes you read it right. One of the great death bowlers in T20. It’s difficult to hit him, slow Yorkers … fast bouncers he can do anything with the ball. Little unpredictable and can be expansive at times but over the years he has shown that why is at the top when it comes to taking wicket. 8. When it comes to T20 bowling who can forget Lasith Malinga second highest wicket taker 348 wickets, econ rate under 7 and strike rate of 16. And death bowling… one can just imagine. Along with DJ Bravo they can steal the show. Slightly predictable now but with pace variation still a very difficult bowler. 9. Well this guy is little bazooka… Rashid Khan. Just in span of 3 years he is the no 1 and why not econ of less than 6 (yes he made it possible…) and still 166 wickets trust me you don’t want to face him. And he is not like typical slow leg spinner … this guy is playing against all speed rules. Spinners have done better than fast bowlers in this format and there are some good names like Ashwin, Badree and Narine but he is certainly a next big thing, a really exciting newcomer. Yes … sadly, things can go horribly wrong for him! 10. Andrew Tye … this is again a fairly new bowler but T20 specialist and someone who has seen him will certainly agree his selection. His wicket taking ability is just remarkable. He has 12 wickets at strike rate of 15 and econ is also 7.81 which are good in this format. He is a new bowler not very quick and lacks a to create fear but who cares if you can still get wickets like him. 11. Surprise … Dale Steyn yes this lethal bowler has good T20 stats too if you like. 207 wickets 6.66 econ and 19.7 strike rate. But most of all we all know is he dangerous and create fear batman think twice before going after him. And anyone who has played game seriously will understand the meaning of it. We all had one bowler we didn’t want to face and who is better than him? You have all you need on the field. Now, there are few reserve players who can make their way to the team depending upon combination 12. Sunil Narine- again he is a king of the game. He can make guess all the time and every time you will be puzzled. Diminished a bit after action corrections but still effective and better than a lot. 334 wickets, strike rate of 19.6 and econ of 5.96. phew … these are not test stats, its bowling at its best in T20. Do you choose him over Rashid Khan? it’s debatable and we all can go on and on. And we will do that. 13. K Pollard – He is a murder of cricket ball. He hit it really hard and long as it goes. Even you york him doesn’t matter still ball can go for a six. He pulls, drives, slog does everything possible. Over 8000 runs strike rate of 150+ and not to forget 250+ wickets and brilliant fielder. He can finish any game in a blink of an eye and a complete package. Struggles a bit against good spin attack but still you can’t score those many runs without a good ability so still a good choice. 14. Yasir Arafat – 281 wickets, strike rate of 16 and econ of 8. Slightly expensive bowler but still with that strike rate and number of wickets he is a good choice. So, team so far 1. Chris Gayle 2. David Warner 3. Virat Kohli 4. AB De Villiers 5. Suresh Raina 6. MS Dhoni 7. DJ Bravo 8. Rashid Khan 9. Dale Steyn 10. Andrew Tye 11. Lasith Malinga 12. K Pollard 13. Sunil Narine 14. Yasir Arafat This is a shorter format and plenty of good players and top of that combinations work better than any personal stats or performance so you never know what will be best. However most of these players have played together so we know a bit. Let’s choose your combination and best 11 then we open the discussion…

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IPL 2017 Fantasy Tips (updated): SRH vs GL and MI vs KKR

With Mustafizur Rahman nonetheless no longer available for choice, the Sunrisers Hyderabad have honestly no reason to trade their gambling XI. The arguable selections – Moises Henriques, Ben Cutting, and Rashid Khan – all did greater than enough to justify their spot. The Lions, then again, confirmed why I said they’re a backside 4 group this 12 months. The great they could do is drop one among their overseas bats – maximum in all likelihood, James Roy – for James Faulkner/Andrew Tye, which isn’t always going to have tons of an impact, either.

As referred to in the preceding Lions’ article,

Their distant places bats are extraordinarily at risk of fine spin bowling, which changed into proved via Kuldeep Yadav at Rajkot. It is able to have been worse had they hung on to one of the many probabilities that Raina presented and Sunil Narine been his typical self.

Sunrisers have an equally capable bowling assault to take advantage of this weakness. If Rashid Khan receives his duration right nowadays, the game could be over very soon for the Suresh Raina-led side. Bhuvneshwar Kumar’s new ball talent could be a chance, too. Upload Ashish Nehra, Bipul Sharma, Moises Henriques and Ben Slicing to it, you will have as top an assist solid as you may ask for.

Fantasy Factors:

Shikhar Dhawan, Moises Henriques, and Yuvraj Singh – all appeared in excellent contact in the in shape against RCB, however, you couldn’t convey them all, are you able to? Henriques is if he’s one of the five principal bowling alternatives, but by way of the seems of it, he genuinely isn’t.

With Rohit Sharma suffering for shape, Robin Uthappa’s demotion, Ambati Rayudu’s damage and the unavailability of Indian batsmen like Murali Vijay and Virat Kohli, Dhawan and Yuvraj come back into competition. Among the two, Dhawan is each less expensive and bats higher up the order, so I have determined to go along with him. This suit, mainly, should provide huge returns, given how badly the Lions bowled against KKR.

Rashid Khan’s leg-spin could be an excessive amount of to handle for the Lions, and consequently, I convey him in as properly. The best Lions’ player who is worth picking is Suresh Raina, however, I can’t deliver him to his subsequent recreation and he wasn’t exactly cozy against the Knight Riders both.

IPL Or Laser Hair Removal, Which Is Best

Laser hair elimination additionally referred to as permanent hair discount become the first treatment which promised the chance of being hair loose forever. It changed into but, gradual, not to mention highly-priced when it first got here out. IPL (Intense Pulsed Light) was devised as a quicker and much less expensive technique for removing hair.

Each laser and IPL use high energy beams of Mild to kill hair follicles, but laser makes use of one wavelength of Light, IPL makes use of white Mild that’s made of many unique wavelengths. however, it has regularly been claimed that IPL isn’t as effective as the laser in relation to permanent hair discount.

The truth is that Both laser and IPL remedies will vary in effectiveness and there are numerous reasons for this, and several reasons why IPL may not be as powerful in some instances.

1. The IPL or laser machine used:

The nice of equipment varies fantastically. From medically graded machines with a proven remedy efficacy and thorough education of operatives to cheap Chinese imports and not using a training and the entirety in among. It’s far feasible for a salon to purchase an IPL system for a lot less than a laser which gave rise to many salons buying a reasonably-priced machine and offering inferior pleasant IPL remedies.

2. The ability and schooling of the technician performing your remedy:

If the gadget is not set up successfully on your pores and skin kind, at first-rate you will get hold of a treatment that doesn’t lessen the hair; at worst you may end up with excessive burns. That is real of Both IPL and laser hair removal.

3. The variant in pores and skin shade because of sun publicity:

skin type is classed via the Fitzpatrick scale from 1 being very truthful pores and skin which burns effortlessly to five being black pores and skin. In case you get a tan among remedies or use fake tan, this may affect the outcomes. This is because the Light power used within the treatment is drawn to pigment. If there’s more pigment to your skin because you got a tan then the Light electricity may be diverted into the epidermis and no longer introduced through the pigment inside the hair shaft to the hair follicle. This can bring about the treatment being useless and may additionally cause a burn

Point of View – Choosing the Best Point of View for Fantasy Fiction Writing

Factor of View in Fable Fiction

If you need readers to preserve analyzing your e-book, Factor of view need to be carefully taken into consideration. It is in particular vital in Fable fiction writing. Why? The Point of view from that you choose to inform your tale sets the overall tone for the e-book. It offers the reader a vantage Factor from which to view the whole story as it unfolds.

choose the wrong Point of view and the reader can also feel like they’re missing out on something, or that they are not connecting with the book’s characters. Flop around between distinct points of views and the reader will become burdened.

At this Factor, you’ve lost them inside the first few pages.

There are definitely too many Delusion fiction books out there. Self-published books now account for 75% of the overall market. In line with Bowker.Com-the arena’s main company of bibliographic facts and control, answers-self-posted titles have grown 287% for the reason that 2006, resulting in a whopping 250,00 new print and e-titles in 2012. What was once a cottage industry is now the norm.

What does this suggest to you? Well, it method you better ensure you’ve got all your ducks in a row, and that your writing is absolutely fine it can be to compete. There are plenty of factors to consider, and I’ll be discussing this in future articles. For now, permit’s begin by way of discussing the three maximum popular factors of view: first individual, 1/3 character omniscient, and 1/3 person limited.

First character Point of View

Writing within the first person Factor of view is limiting. It does now not allow the reader to truly “see” the arena; it simplest lets in them to be “told” what the arena looks as if via the recitation of the e-book’s foremost character. Does something seem fishy? It ought to. Do not forget what all of your writing instructors and teachers have advised you approximately display-do not-inform?

It is nonetheless effective, but after some time it starts of evolved to sound like a weather record.

Example:

I seemed down the darkish dungeon corridor. The elf stood beside me. I used to be scared, however, I didn’t need to permit him now.

“What do you observed that is?” I requested. I heard something respiratory.

The elf looked at me and frowned. “I do not know,” he stated.

don’t let this absolutely dissuade you. Sometimes, using the first man or woman Point of view can paintings, and work very well. but In case you pick handiest to use this Point of view, you’ll severely restriction the reader enjoy.

KKR Private Equity Investors to Come to the NYSE

The weekend has been quite quiet while discussing market-related information until I was boarding my train and obtained an alert titled “KKR Plans to head Public on NYSE.” To start with I brushed it off, however as I’ve notion approximately it, the more surprised I have become. I was sitting on the beach, Blackberry less, but changed into confident that the men at KKR had a cause for this unexpected tender. However, earlier than I continue any further, permit me to introduce you to Kohlberg Kravis Roberts & Co.

Meet KKR

Respectfully called KKR via the street, Kohlberg Kravis Roberts & Co has grown itself to be one of the most reputable personal fairness companies around. The 32 12 months vintage PE store has been involved in some of the biggest buyouts in history together with the RJR Nabisco takeover in 1989. The employer now has operations everywhere in the world which includes the Americas, Europe, and Asia. The company has caused waves within the calm IPO pond this yr with it’s today’s announcement.

IPO? Now? Why?

Control got here out and has stated that it plans to report an IPO wherein KKR might be valued among $12 billion and $15 billion and indexed at the NYSE. Kravis and Roberts are for this circulate as the corporation seeks to help out it is European arm- KKR private fairness Investors which has visible a great decline in its percentage rate because of concerns approximately its assets. The move comes a 12 months after Blackstone BX went IPO and has because now not reaped the blessings often associated with an IPO. KKR offers attractive terms to it’s Eu shareholders who should approve the provider earlier than the enterprise goes public. Below the set terms, Traders in the Ecu group will get extra shares if the stock does not appreciate in a hard and fast number of years. In addition to this, the enterprise has several phrases for its executives who are involved in the technique.

I’m very anxious for the team at KKR at some stage in this time,

I think the timing is very poor and the risks are a long way greater than the rewards. The European arm does seem to be undervalued according to the street, and a circulate through the figure to shop for now ought to yield rewards in the future. KKR private EquiBlackstone stock Charity Buyers has visible its net asset fee decrease within the modern-day area as overseas foreign money publicity and terrible investments dealt large blows. Know-how the needs of the organization, it’s far nevertheless difficult to fathom an IPO proper now. The markets have no urge for food for a large IPO, and one in non-public fairness? Let us get severe. The Blackstone organization has seen its shares decline with the aid of over 50%, But as a minimum, BX will now not stand alone as Buyers look on with much ambivalence.

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IPL 2017 Fantasy Tips (updated): SRH vs GL and MI vs KKR

With Mustafizur Rahman nonetheless no longer available for choice, the Sunrisers Hyderabad have honestly no reason to trade their gambling XI. The arguable selections – Moises Henriques, Ben Cutting, and Rashid Khan – all did greater than enough to justify their spot. The Lions, then again, confirmed why I said they’re a backside 4 group this 12 months. The great they could do is drop one among their overseas bats – maximum in all likelihood, James Roy – for James Faulkner/Andrew Tye, which isn’t always going to have tons of an impact, either.

As referred to in the preceding Lions’ article,

Their distant places bats are extraordinarily at risk of fine spin bowling, which changed into proved via Kuldeep Yadav at Rajkot. It is able to have been worse had they hung on to one of the many probabilities that Raina presented and Sunil Narine been his typical self.

Sunrisers have an equally capable bowling assault to take advantage of this weakness. If Rashid Khan receives his duration right nowadays, the game could be over very soon for the Suresh Raina-led side. Bhuvneshwar Kumar’s new ball talent could be a chance, too. Upload Ashish Nehra, Bipul Sharma, Moises Henriques and Ben Slicing to it, you will have as top an assist solid as you may ask for.

Fantasy Factors:

Shikhar Dhawan, Moises Henriques, and Yuvraj Singh – all appeared in excellent contact in the in shape against RCB, however, you couldn’t convey them all, are you able to? Henriques is if he’s one of the five principal bowling alternatives, but by way of the seems of it, he genuinely isn’t.

With Rohit Sharma suffering for shape, Robin Uthappa’s demotion, Ambati Rayudu’s damage and the unavailability of Indian batsmen like Murali Vijay and Virat Kohli, Dhawan and Yuvraj come back into competition. Among the two, Dhawan is each less expensive and bats higher up the order, so I have determined to go along with him. This suit, mainly, should provide huge returns, given how badly the Lions bowled against KKR.

Rashid Khan’s leg-spin could be an excessive amount of to handle for the Lions, and consequently, I convey him in as properly. The best Lions’ player who is worth picking is Suresh Raina, however, I can’t deliver him to his subsequent recreation and he wasn’t exactly cozy against the Knight Riders both.

IPL Or Laser Hair Removal, Which Is Best

Laser hair elimination additionally referred to as permanent hair discount become the first treatment which promised the chance of being hair loose forever. It changed into but, gradual, not to mention highly-priced when it first got here out. IPL (Intense Pulsed Light) was devised as a quicker and much less expensive technique for removing hair.

Each laser and IPL use high energy beams of Mild to kill hair follicles, but laser makes use of one wavelength of Light, IPL makes use of white Mild that’s made of many unique wavelengths. however, it has regularly been claimed that IPL isn’t as effective as the laser in relation to permanent hair discount.

The truth is that Both laser and IPL remedies will vary in effectiveness and there are numerous reasons for this, and several reasons why IPL may not be as powerful in some instances.

1. The IPL or laser machine used:

The nice of equipment varies fantastically. From medically graded machines with a proven remedy efficacy and thorough education of operatives to cheap Chinese imports and not using a training and the entirety in among. It’s far feasible for a salon to purchase an IPL system for a lot less than a laser which gave rise to many salons buying a reasonably-priced machine and offering inferior pleasant IPL remedies.

2. The ability and schooling of the technician performing your remedy:

If the gadget is not set up successfully on your pores and skin kind, at first-rate you will get hold of a treatment that doesn’t lessen the hair; at worst you may end up with excessive burns. That is real of Both IPL and laser hair removal.

3. The variant in pores and skin shade because of sun publicity:

skin type is classed via the Fitzpatrick scale from 1 being very truthful pores and skin which burns effortlessly to five being black pores and skin. In case you get a tan among remedies or use fake tan, this may affect the outcomes. This is because the Light power used within the treatment is drawn to pigment. If there’s more pigment to your skin because you got a tan then the Light electricity may be diverted into the epidermis and no longer introduced through the pigment inside the hair shaft to the hair follicle. This can bring about the treatment being useless and may additionally cause a burn

Point of View – Choosing the Best Point of View for Fantasy Fiction Writing

Factor of View in Fable Fiction

If you need readers to preserve analyzing your e-book, Factor of view need to be carefully taken into consideration. It is in particular vital in Fable fiction writing. Why? The Point of view from that you choose to inform your tale sets the overall tone for the e-book. It offers the reader a vantage Factor from which to view the whole story as it unfolds.

choose the wrong Point of view and the reader can also feel like they’re missing out on something, or that they are not connecting with the book’s characters. Flop around between distinct points of views and the reader will become burdened.

At this Factor, you’ve lost them inside the first few pages.

There are definitely too many Delusion fiction books out there. Self-published books now account for 75% of the overall market. In line with Bowker.Com-the arena’s main company of bibliographic facts and control, answers-self-posted titles have grown 287% for the reason that 2006, resulting in a whopping 250,00 new print and e-titles in 2012. What was once a cottage industry is now the norm.

What does this suggest to you? Well, it method you better ensure you’ve got all your ducks in a row, and that your writing is absolutely fine it can be to compete. There are plenty of factors to consider, and I’ll be discussing this in future articles. For now, permit’s begin by way of discussing the three maximum popular factors of view: first individual, 1/3 character omniscient, and 1/3 person limited.

First character Point of View

Writing within the first person Factor of view is limiting. It does now not allow the reader to truly “see” the arena; it simplest lets in them to be “told” what the arena looks as if via the recitation of the e-book’s foremost character. Does something seem fishy? It ought to. Do not forget what all of your writing instructors and teachers have advised you approximately display-do not-inform?

It is nonetheless effective, but after some time it starts of evolved to sound like a weather record.

Example:

I seemed down the darkish dungeon corridor. The elf stood beside me. I used to be scared, however, I didn’t need to permit him now.

“What do you observed that is?” I requested. I heard something respiratory.

The elf looked at me and frowned. “I do not know,” he stated.

don’t let this absolutely dissuade you. Sometimes, using the first man or woman Point of view can paintings, and work very well. but In case you pick handiest to use this Point of view, you’ll severely restriction the reader enjoy.

KKR Private Equity Investors to Come to the NYSE

The weekend has been quite quiet while discussing market-related information until I was boarding my train and obtained an alert titled “KKR Plans to head Public on NYSE.” To start with I brushed it off, however as I’ve notion approximately it, the more surprised I have become. I was sitting on the beach, Blackberry less, but changed into confident that the men at KKR had a cause for this unexpected tender. However, earlier than I continue any further, permit me to introduce you to Kohlberg Kravis Roberts & Co.

Meet KKR

Respectfully called KKR via the street, Kohlberg Kravis Roberts & Co has grown itself to be one of the most reputable personal fairness companies around. The 32 12 months vintage PE store has been involved in some of the biggest buyouts in history together with the RJR Nabisco takeover in 1989. The employer now has operations everywhere in the world which includes the Americas, Europe, and Asia. The company has caused waves within the calm IPO pond this yr with it’s today’s announcement.

IPO? Now? Why?

Control got here out and has stated that it plans to report an IPO wherein KKR might be valued among $12 billion and $15 billion and indexed at the NYSE. Kravis and Roberts are for this circulate as the corporation seeks to help out it is European arm- KKR private fairness Investors which has visible a great decline in its percentage rate because of concerns approximately its assets. The move comes a 12 months after Blackstone BX went IPO and has because now not reaped the blessings often associated with an IPO. KKR offers attractive terms to it’s Eu shareholders who should approve the provider earlier than the enterprise goes public. Below the set terms, Traders in the Ecu group will get extra shares if the stock does not appreciate in a hard and fast number of years. In addition to this, the enterprise has several phrases for its executives who are involved in the technique.

I’m very anxious for the team at KKR at some stage in this time,

I think the timing is very poor and the risks are a long way greater than the rewards. The European arm does seem to be undervalued according to the street, and a circulate through the figure to shop for now ought to yield rewards in the future. KKR private EquiBlackstone stock Charity Buyers has visible its net asset fee decrease within the modern-day area as overseas foreign money publicity and terrible investments dealt large blows. Know-how the needs of the organization, it’s far nevertheless difficult to fathom an IPO proper now. The markets have no urge for food for a large IPO, and one in non-public fairness? Let us get severe. The Blackstone organization has seen its shares decline with the aid of over 50%, But as a minimum, BX will now not stand alone as Buyers look on with much ambivalence.