#camping trips and organizing dance party’s

[an-established-butt-dent]

Art warmup! After working on some digital artworks, it’s good to go back to my roots in traditional media.

And look at this beautiful winter sunrise as a backdrop!

Now first I have to wait for the masking fluid (the blue spots) to dry, before adding the first washes of watercolour. Which gives me plenty of time to make more tea. :)

[authorscurse]

A Little Too Drunk To Remember

[P.J Masterlist] | [Main Masterlist]

Warning: usage of y/n and y/l/n (like 5 times I think), mention of alcohol and being drunk, Annabeth close to murdering Percy, kissing, aged up pjo characters

Pairing: reader x Percy Jackson

W.C: 2k Note: I'm planning on making my Percy Jackson tag list! Comment if you want to be part of it! Also if you want to be part of my overall taglist! Synopsis: After celebrating a bit too much after their win, Percy gets a little too drunk to remember who his girlfriend is.

Camp Half-Blood had just completed another successful game of Capture the Flag on Friday. The blue team emerged as the victors, thanks to the exceptional leadership of the Athena Cabin. To commemorate their win, a celebration was organized in their honor. Once Chiron and Mr. D had retired for the night, the real party began. The Hermes cabin unveiled their covert stash of pilfered alcoholic beverages. Both blue and red team members danced and reveled throughout the night. Percy, being part of the blue team, was not exempt from the festivities.

By midnight, Grover, Annabeth, and a thoroughly intoxicated Percy stumbled onto the front porch of Poseidon's cabin. "Percy, get up! You can't sleep outside here!" whispered Annabeth, attempting to help him rise from his slumber on the chilly cement floor. "Hold him while I open the door," Grover instructed Annabeth, who stared at him with wide eyes. "I swear, I'm getting annoyed," she grumbled, struggling to keep Percy upright. "Come on, Percy. We're almost there," Grover said, taking one of Percy's arms and placing it over his shoulder, guiding him inside the cabin. The three of them attempted to enter the cabin discreetly, but Percy tripped over nothing, causing Grover and Annabeth to stumble along with him.

"Ow! Percy!"

"Seaweed-brain, you're heavy!"

"Shhhhh! Be quiet, both of you!"

"What the hell is going on?" a voice asked, and moments later, the lights flickered on. You stood there, slightly shocked, observing the scene before you. "You guys look like you could use some help," you chuckled, walking towards the group. You assisted Annabeth and Grover in standing up before the three of you carried Percy to one of the beds in the corner of the room. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you gently laid Percy down on the soft mattress.

"I was this close to leaving him on the ground," Annabeth said, raising her hand to demonstrate the small distance between her thumb and forefinger. You laughed at her playful gesture and glanced at Percy, who lay on the bed completely oblivious to the minor predicament he had caused. "I would have done the same if I were both of you," you shrugged, causing the two of them to laugh.

After some persuasion, you managed to convince Annabeth and Grover to retire for the night instead of trying to assist you with the situation that went by the name of Percy Jackson. You sat down on the bed beside Percy and reached out to touch his curly blonde hair, which had grown longer over the past three months. Rising from your seat, you walked towards the small closet next to the bed and retrieved some fresh, comfortable clothes for him to sleep in. Placing them on the edge of the bed, you attempted to wake Percy. "Perc? Babe, you need to wake up and change," you whispered. He emitted a small grunt, slowly sitting up and rubbing his eyes, adjusting to the bright light in the room.

He took the clothes from your hands and was about to lift his shirt when he paused, looking at you. "Miss, you seem nice and all, but could you please look away? I don't think it would be appropriate to change in front of a girl, especially considering I have a girlfriend," Percy's words caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but giggle, causing his eyebrows to furrow in confusion. "Uh, okay. I'll be in the restroom if you need me," you said, trying to stifle your laughter. He nodded, waiting for you to enter the restroom and close the door before changing out of his soiled clothes.

You covered your mouth with your hand, attempting to suppress your laughter. The serious expression on Percy's face as he made his request amused you. It was at that moment you realized that he mistook you for someone else. After a few minutes, you decided to emerge from the restroom. You saw Percy surveying the room as if it were his first time entering it."You okay, Perce?" You asked him out of concern. He had only broken out of his trance when you placed a hand on his shoulder. His blue eyes looked up at you and you were stopping yourself from melting right there and then. "You still need to brush your teeth before bed," You reminded him and he calmly nodded before walking towards the restroom. 

You stared at his stumbling figure as he walked. You were about to walk over to him to help but he raised his hand in front of you, giving you a sign that he's alright. You lay down on your side of the bed, waiting for your boyfriend to come back. You didn't realize you were starting to fall asleep and didn't notice he had already left the restroom. 

You woke up to the sound of shuffling. "Percy?" You groggle reaching out for his side but feel only the cold bedsheets. Eyes lazily opening, you look down from the bed and see Percy lying uncomfortably on the cold tiled floor of his cabin. "Parcy, baby, you can't sleep there," You tried convincing him but he only shook his head. 

"I can't. I don't want to upset y/n," He sleepily said. "Why is that? I'm sure she wouldn't mind," You giggled lightly and hoped it convinced him but it didn't. He shook his head again and turned in the other direction. "I don't want to sleep beside someone who isn't my girlfriend. Goodnight, miss," After that, you realized you wouldn't be able to convince him at all so you just decided to sleep. 

You had a bit of trouble sleeping since you weren't exactly used to sleeping without Percy beside you. Eventually, as the music from outside slowly ceased, your eyes also slowly closed due to sleepiness. It wasn't the best but it would do. 

Hours later, you woke up to the sound of loud music playing. Being a child of Apollo does suck sometimes. The sun god would ride in his amazing chariot in the morning while blaring loud music that only his children would hear. "He does like showing off, even to his children," You mumble as you get out of the bed and walk to the restroom. You spotted Percy still lying on the cold floor, sleeping. You crouched down by his head pushed his hair out his forehead and gave it a gentle kiss. 

You walked to the bathroom and did your business. When you walked out you saw Percy sitting on the floor with his hands on his head. "You okay there babe?" You asked him. You obviously know he wasn't feeling well, you just wanted him to confirm it. "No, my head is throbbing like crazy and why am I sleeping on the floor? My whole body is screaming in pain right now," He said massaging his shoulder. 

"You refused to sleep beside me last night so you just slept on the floor," You said sitting on the bed with a hot cup of coffee in hand. "Why would I do that?" He asked confused. "I swear I couldn't remember a single thing from last night," 

"Well, you got carried here by Grover and Annabeth and when you got in you refused to let me touch you or be near you in fear of your "girlfriend" getting angry," You recall the happenings from last night. He stared at you in confusion while grabbing your hand to let you play with his hair. 

"Why would I do that?" He asks himself while staring off into the distance. "I don't know, baby. You tell me," You shrug while sipping your coffee. You spent a few minutes in silence, your hand never stopping to play with Percy's hair. "OH MY GODS" You suddenly hear him say out loud and you instantly realize he remembered everything from last night. "I did not just say that," He had his face buried in his hands with his ears turning a bright shade of red in embarrassment. You laughed while he continued to whine and complain in embarrassment. 

"I'm so sorry," he whispered. "It's okay baby don't need to say sorry. I found it hilarious last night," You laughed. Percy slowly stood up and wrapped his arms around your frame. He had to bend down a bit because he was taller than your sitting figure. "I'm sorry," His head was burning in between your shoulder and neck, and you felt wet and gentle kisses being placed on your neck. 

"It's fine, baby, I understand," You chuckled lightly and stroked his hair. If you never heard a human purr before, now you do. You and Percy stay silent like that for a few minutes more. It was getting rare for the both of you to have any peace around her now that more campers were starting to enter camp day by day. Damn, those gods be multiplying every day. Percy had to help train some kids while you had to take care of the new Apollo kids that were claimed by your father. Both of you seemed so busy that it's starting to become a rare occurrence for you both to be like this with each other. You just realized now how much you craved your boyfriend's warm and soft embrace. It makes you not want to let him go. 

"My headache is healing," Percy mumbles after a few minutes. You look at your hands and see them glowing golden. "Oops, my bad," You laughed. Percy grabs a hold of your thighs and lifts you. You yelped and held on to him in panic. He laughs at the sound and sets you down on his lap. "I missed you," He says brushing a strand of hair out of your face and behind your ear. "I missed you too," You say while you stared at his blue eyes that greatly reminded you of the ocean. 

"I missed you too, Percy," You smiled. He stared at you a few seconds more before removing the gap between both of you. His lips tasted sweet from the sugary blue candy his mother gave him before he left for camp and a hint of saltiness that reminded you of ocean water. How did he taste like that? You don't even know. His lips felt so soft and pillowy against your own and you just know he was using the lip cream you gave him after you told him how chapped his lips were. 

After a moment you both pull away, breathless. Percy smiles as he stares at your breathless figure. Lips plump, cheeks flushed, and eyes sparkling. That's when he realized how so in love he was with you and you felt the same about him too. The two of you stared at each other with love and so much passion. Not even the gods can deny how much you both were made for each other. 

"Y/n we need yo-" Both you and Percy's heads turn to the door of the cabin. You saw Will and Lee standing by the entrance, cheeks pink after seeing the position you were both in. "Percy are you awa-" Annabeth and Grover arrive behind the two Apollo children and freeze after seeing you both.

"We'll just-" "I think it's better if we-"

"Yeah," The 4 close the door, and you and Percy look at each other and start to laugh loudly. "Did you see Grover's face?" Percy asked in between his laughter. "Poor young Will!" You wheezed. "Jackson you better get out of there in the next 5 minutes!" You both hear Annabeth yell from the outside but none of you paid attention after remembering the way her face turned so red. "Y/L/N we need help out here!" Lee yelled out. 

"You heard them, Jackson, you need to leave," You say to him after the both of you calm down. "You need to as well Y/L/N," He said back with a smirk. He was leaning down to kiss you again before…

"Y/L/N!" "JACKSON!" 

Maybe next time…

[urarart]

Teenage teasing

Ok so- I got lost in the brainworms (hah) and just had to write this. 2k words in an hour and a half is a new record for me, though, and this fic was a pure delight to write.

For any tags and warnings:

Characters: Tav (Eira, she/her, set personality, check my blog for further information and whatnot), Halsin, all six Origin companions, and the tadpoles

Warnings: Absolutele shameless thirsting, and equally shameless teasing. Also probably second hand embarrassment

Relationships: Everybody being friends with each other, and one-sided attraction towards Halsin from Tav

Timeline: A few days after the party, but the setting is still in Act I

It's an uneventful night at camp.

Everyone exhausted of the day before, all camp members were doing their leisure activities in peace.

Lae'zel tending to her weapons, Astarion reading his book, Shadowheart in her own corner a while away, Wyll and Karlach practicing some dance at Karlach's tent, Gale organizing his own items including the food, Eira reading a book they picked up on their travels, and Halsin whittling wood.

It was supposed to be an uneventful night at camp.

// This is so unfair \\

At the sudden sound, Astarion pauses his reading, his ears unconsciously perking up.

He looks up.

Everybody is still focused on their own activities.

// Who told him he can be so cute? \\

He can't locate the source of the noise.

Gale also stops, his hands freezing in mid-air, and turns towards the center of camp.

Astarion raises an eyebrow, a silent question, and Gale shrugs and shakes his head in response.

// How was I supposed to know he'd be this adorable in his down time, making wooden DUCKS??? \\

Lae'zel stops polishing her sword, a scowl on her face.

She shoots a glare at Astarion, and he puts on an offended face.

// Ugh and he has such pretty hair... I just want to kiss him silly and mess it all up \\

At that, Karlach slows down, a smirk on her face.

// And maybe sit on his face as well \\

Wyll trips over.

Karlach wordlessly helps him up, trying her hardest to hold back a laugh.

Halsin looks up at that, and asks him if he's alright.

Wyll takes a second to respond.

“Yeah I'm.. I'm fine. Don't- Don't worry about me.”

He shakes off the grass on his face.

“I think I heard Shadowheart call me.”

And he leaves the scene at that.

Astarion shuts his book closed and sits on the ground- whatever is going on now is way more entertaining.

// Aww, but they were dancing so well... \\

Karlach shines at the compliment.

By now, it's obvious who the source of the daydreaming is. The remaining members- Karlach, Astarion, Gale and Lae'zel- all share a look of various degrees.

Only Eira is not in the know.

// I hope I can dance with Halsin like that someday \\

Ah, young love, Gale thinks.

Which is immediately followed up with-

// And a different kind of dance as well \\

A blush creeps up his neck.

These thoughts are supposed to be private, especially when they're of this degree.

...yet he can't turn away.

Astarion wears a mischievous grin, while Karlach is full on smiling, the gums of her teeth showing.

It's obvious how Eira is not looking at the book anymore, completely enraptured by everything Halsin does.

// How someone that huge can be so cute is BEYOND me \\

Lae'zel scoffs, while Karlach coos.

// He can split me open like a walnut and I wouldn't even complain \\

Gale sputters, while Astarion simply chuckles.

Karlach has less success in keeping in her amusement, if she was trying in the first place, by giggling like a maniac.

Eira is none the wiser, no hint of shame on her face, her thoughts wandering off course all the while.

She doesn't know, does she, Astarion thinks.

Gale sends the three a furious glare, his embarrassment reaching new levels, urging them to do something about this.

Astarion thinks it over once, twice.

Sure, he'll extend an olive branch.

// You know, darling, if you want him to bed you so bad, you can just ask him \\

// Well I can't just walk up to him and ask him to nail me down to the ground like the Oak Father intended! That's rude! \\

Gale bangs his head against his bag, tired of it all.

// Tsk'va, coward. \\

Ah, thanks for the helpful contribution Lae'zel, Gale internally thinks. It seems like they're not intending to make Eira stop, and who knows if she realizes the situation.

// I do have to admit, soldier, I never expected you to have such thoughts \\

THANK YOU KARLACH, Gale screams internally.

// What do you mea- \\

At that point, the stream of constant dialogue stops.

He looks up at Eira, who seems to have frozen up in time, her gaze a thousand miles away.

Slowly, her mouth pulls back, her eyes widen, and a small but rapidly growing yellow blush spreads her face, daring to overtake her natural green skin.

// YOU GUYS COULD HEAR ME THE ENTIRE TIME?????? \\

She looks at their faces, their answer obvious.

She covers her face with her hands, shame shrouding her entire body.

// Oh I'm sorry that was- no I'm- UGH I'm sorry- \\

// Dearest, it's fine, it's fine. If anything, this was a nice shake up of our usual routine- and we learned you're not as frigid as we thought \\

She sends him a glare at that, still yellow in the face.

// I don't even have any words for you, of course you'd enjoy my shame like this \\

She mindlessly combs her hands through her hair, making a mess of it instead.

Gale decides it's time to step in, to remedy the situation.

// If I can say anything, Eira, we don't mind you thinking this, it's a healthy outlet \\

He awkwardly coughs.

// But maybe try not to use the tadpole to... declare your intentions like that. \\

// I didn't even do it on purpose! \\

// This lusting of yours was so strong you used the ghaik powers, you mean? \\

// ...well if you say it like THAT \\

Astarion lets out a laugh so loud it startles them.

“Is staring at the ground mindlessly so entertaining, Astarion?”, Halsin asks.

“Hehe- well. You can say something like that, yes.”

// If you say anything to him I will stake you, don't you DARE \\

// But what's the fun in not doing anything~ \\

“So, Halsin-”

Astarion speaks the next words, but no sound is said.

He stops his question, tries saying something else, but nothing comes out.

He turns to the only suspect.

Eira cast a Silence spell on him, the brat.

“Are you alright? You were asking me something?”

Astarion shoots a glare at Eira, which then transforms into a smirk.

// Well, if I can't speak, then body language works \\

// nO DON'T DON'T DON'T DON'T- \\

Astarion ignores her pleading, and stands up to walk over to Halsin.

He, however, fails to notice the leg Karlach sticks out.

He stumbles forwards, ungraciously, and Karlach takes that moment to sweep his leg under him.

He falls to the ground, hard.

“What he means to say, big bear, is that he had a bit too much blood for tonight, so he's out of his mind right now.“

”You mean he's drunk?“

”Yep yep!“

// Thank you Karlaaaaach \\

Karlach winks at Eira in response.

“So, Halsin, ever had any lovers in the past?”

// KARLACH WHY \\

Astarion looks up, still on the ground, repositioning his body to make it look like he wants to lay there, assuming a comfortable position, with one knee in the air and an arm resting on it.

“Hm. That's a sudden question, but yes.”

Halsin sets down his project, the duck almost finished.

Eira covers her face with the book, her curious eyes peeking over the edge.

Gale sighs.

Even though he's among the youngest, in comparison to elves, he sure feels his energy being drained quicker and quicker by this teenage teasing.

“Ohhhh do say more~”

Halsin chuckles, a bit of a frown on his face.

“I'm not sure why you're suddenly curious for this old elf's past relationships.”

“He's uncomfortable, Karlach, leave him be.”

Astarion turns his head towards Eira so fast, it was almost like it snapped.

// Trying to save him from embarrassment, huh? You might as well be declaring your wanting for him right now, darling \\

“Well- oh I can talk, finally- we were simply curious. It's called bonding, you know?”

He narrows his eyes.

“And besides, why do you care, Eira? You never had any, so why does it matter to you?”

She puts her book down, almost slamming it to the ground, her mouth a thin line, her eyes burning with fury.

“It's called common courtesy, Astarion. Not like you'd know what it means.”

“To answer your question, Karlach- yes, I've had previous lovers, but they never held for long.”

“Hmm, a believer in carnal desire, then?”

“I- well, that's crude wording Lae'zel, but yes. You can call it that.“

Astarion nods in understanding, ignoring the way Halsin doesn't speak about it with pride.

He mindlessly picks up his duck again, continuing the project.

”My heart doesn't stir lightly, so I never had the bliss of calling someone my lover.“

”But you DID have sex, right?“

”Of course.“

Astarion chuckles.

”So, when does your heart shake, or whatever that wording was. What does it take to move the beast?“

Halsin raises an eyebrow in response.

“Why are you so curious?”

“No reason~”, Karlach grins.

Halsin hums, thinking for a second.

“Thinking back, there is no pattern in any of them. Nothing with race, gender, body, or conviction. There were a few that I refused, but the ones I wanted were all good by soul, nothing else.”

“Ah those blessed souls, to have the grace of your company for a single night without putting in the work.“

”Fangs you know you're not any better.“

He only shrugs in response, and then turns to lay on his back, his arms splayed by his head, his shirt falling open just a bit.

He turns towards Eira.

”Any questions you have, my friend? Surely you must be buzzing with them, you never know when to shut up without concerning the others' privacy.”

She only frowns in response.

“If... If I can ask, and do say if it's rude or anything like it.”

“I don't mind, I will answer to the best of my ability.”

“...these... experiences you have. Were they all with humanoids?”

It takes a few seconds before the question is understood, Gale getting the hidden message before any of them.

”What kind of question is that, Eira?!“

”I'm just curious!“

// pfffttTTHAHAHAHA- \\

“Tsk'va, sorcerer, that you'd ask.“

”Oh come on Lae'zel!! I regret asking already. And stop laughing, Astarion!”

She crosses her arms, an annoyed pout on her face.

“...there was this one instance.”

All heads turn to Halsin immediately.

“One day, I was grazing through the forest while my wildshape was a bear-”

“Ugh, seriously? You fucked a bear while you were a bear? That's dirty, even for me, and I've seen some stuff.“ Astarion waves his hand, bored.

”-if you can let me finish my story. But while I was in the forest, I forgot it was the mating season, and a female bear tried to claim me. However, she didn't appreciate my refusal, especially when I turned back into my Elfish form, and that is,“ he holds a hand to his face, touching his scar, ”how I got these marks.”

Karlach and Gale stare at him, stunned. Eira covers her mouth with her loose hair out of shame, and Lae'zel looks mildly interested in the story.

Astarion, well.

“Boooooo, you couldn't go through with it. Cowarddddd.“

”I would never disrupt the cycle of nature like that- and to answer your question, Eira: yes, only with humanoids.“

It's awfully silent on her part.

While Karlach and Astarion continue to talk and joke with Halsin, she remains quiet.

So quiet even Lae'zel gets confused about it.

”Sorcerer, did Gale cast a Silence spell on you? Why are you-“

// HE DIDN'T GET THOSE SCARS FROM FIGHTS AND I NEED TO GIVE HIM NEW ONES \\

The force of the connection stuns Lae'zel halfway, and a little chuckle escapes her.

Eira looks at her, wide blue eyes staring in shock.

Lae'zel only nods in response, her approval granted.

Gale has decided to completely separate himself from the conversation at that point.

They hear a yell from Shadowheart a distance away.

“What was that I heard?”

Halsin looks in her direction, confused.

”Nothing happened, what's wrong?“

”Something about scafjskflj!”

She gets shushed by Wyll before she can finish her sentence.

She slaps his hand away, but he hurriedly talks over her.

“Nothing, we just thought an animal was walking nearby and got spooked!”

He talks in a lower, quiet voice to Shadowheart, too soft for the rest of camp to hear.

“Ah, that's good to hear. Nature lives on as it should.”

“Ugh you bo~ore me with all that nature talk every time. That gossip just now was way more entertaining.”

“Right, of course. Although I'm sure you have more interesting stories in comparison to mine.”

He holds up his wooden duck, looking for faults or anything he can improve.

He's quickly satisfied, however, signified by a small smile.

“Well, this is done.”

“It looks good, very neat and super cute!”

“Yes, yes, that's a nice wooden duck, whatever.”

Astarion turns to Eira at that, his grin so wide his fang pokes through.

“Darling, you like it as well, right? His duck.“

She takes a deep breath in, both frustration and shyness evident in her face.

The insinuation of Astarion's comment was not lost on her.

”Yes.“

Short and sweet.

Seems like I got to her~, Astarion notes.

We're not short on entertainment in this camp for sure.

He grins, sharing a look with Karlach.

She smiles in response, a twinkle in her eyes.

Oh this will be a very interesting time at camp.

[theawkwardterrier]

Year by Year

Steggy Week 2k23, day 1 Prompt: headcanons and meta

Summary: They mark the day with their own particular observance.

Thanks to @steggyfanevents​​ for organizing!

It is not something celebrated with that mild fanfare the way that birthdays and holidays are in their house, nor like their wedding anniversary either — no gifts or dinner out or being allowed to pick the details of activity or company or entertainment for the day.

But it is also not like those other milestones of their past, the ones that crop up even though so much of the war had blurred together or taken place in ways that make memorializing specific events impossible. Still, every so often one of them might realize that this was the date Steve started boot camp and therefore the one on which they saw each other for the first time; that it has been so many years or decades since that day in a SSR lab in Brooklyn; that although they are here in the midst of an ordinary winter now, the two of them once stood on a frigid Russian battlefield on this same day so long ago and saw one another for the first time in months and knew each other to be alive. It is not even like those more easily noted commemorations, Memorial Day or Veterans Day, which are memorialized for them with more solemnity than for many of their neighbors, especially as the decades wear on and war becomes a more remote thing for so many, nor even like the more personal times of remembrance: the day that Bucky fell, and the days, as time wears on, of their friends’ passings, or the day that Steve's plane went down.

Yet it also does fade for them entirely either, blurring into normalcy among the notes on the calendar about appointments with the dentist or the elementary school's spring orchestra concert, conferences in Brussels and a spate of classmates' birthday parties.

Instead, it becomes something contained and particularly theirs. Wherever they might be on the day, whether in their own living room or a rental house on vacation or the tarmac waiting for a SHIELD plane to bring them back from some world-saving venture or the middle of a national park because they somehow foolishly agreed to chaperone the latest Scouts trip or the Stork Club just before it closes for the final time, they will find a few moments and turn to each other, clasp hands and turn in slow, swaying circles. Sometimes they will have music — they keep a turntable on hand at home even as it begins to eventually feature a cassette or CD player alongside, preferring their old 45s of Etta James or Ella Fitzgerald or Harry James — and sometimes they will only have the quiet or the crickets or the wind around them. Pressed together and without speaking, they will think of the time apart and the time together, all that they have gotten to do in the years since, the life they have built and the ways that things might have been different and the parts that they wouldn't change.

"I'm glad you came back," Peggy will say softly after a while.

"I'm glad I could," Steve will say. "I'm glad that you were here for me to come back to."

And, absorbing the feeling of the two of them together, relishing it all the more for the familiarity that they have earned, they will dance as they commemorate another year of return.

[rosesinspirationandreference]

🎈 159 Random Fic/Art Prompts 🎈

A 159 random prompts to hopefully inspire your creativity!

A Game of Baseball

A Geographic Feature

A Great Explorer

A Hurried Look

A Large Dog

A Life of Crime

A Life of Song

A Well-Known Book

Alcohol

Animal Sounds

Anniversaries

Around the House

At the Casino

At the Opticians

At the Racecourse

Athletics

Bags

Baking a Cake

Beach Holiday

Bicycle Trip

Boats

Body Marks

Boiled Sweets

Bring Me a Shrubbery

Camping Tent

Cast Aside

Celebration

Cheese

Chemistry Lesson

Chess

Coins

Colourful

Colourful Horse

Container

Copy That

Counting Up

Definitely Not Clean

Definitely Not Warm

Different Type of Coffee

Doesn’t Really Care

Draw a Diagram

Driving Test

Educator

Exam Time

Family Members

Fast Food

Faultless

Fears and Aversions

Feel Better Soon

Financial Matters

Floral Bouquet

Fluffy Animals

Fully Primed

Game of Cricket

Garden Pond

Gardening

Get It Done

Get Ready for the Day

Getting a New Hat

Give It a Knock

Gone Dancing

Gone Swimming

Good at Something

Grand Prix

Hair Care

Holiday Island

Hotel Stay

In a Month

In the Ocean

Inside Your Head

Internal Organs

Investing

It Goes Bang

It Won’t Happen Again

It’s Just A Table

It’s Only an Overview

Job Application Form

Kitchen Implements

Lacking Courage

Laws of Science

Leisure Time

Logic Puzzle

Looking for a Bargain

Lots of Energy

Martial Arts

Materials

Math’s Hard

Medicine Cabinet

Minerals

Morning Cereal

Mountain Climbing

Moving Around

Needing a Car Part

Newspaper

Not a Good Plan

Not a Secret

Not Everything

Not Feeling Too Good

Not Getting Much Done

Not in the Real World

Not Shutting Up

Not Very Sensible

Noxious Gas

Olympic Sports

On a Diet

On Another Planet

On the Computer

On the Outside of the House

On Top of the World

Out of the Norm

Party Games

Personal Qualities

Pizza Topping

Plant Flowers

Populated Area

Reading Music

Romantic Evening

Rooms

Ruin It All

Second-Hand Account

Second-Hand Item

Security Service

Shades of Green

Shoes

Shopping on the Internet

Sliding Around

Smell a Rat

Snorkelling Trip

Soft Drink

Solving Crimes

Something Funny

Somewhere to Sit

Somewhere to Stay

Stargazing

Styled Furniture

Symbols

Take Flight

Take the Biscuit

Team Sports

Tell Me What You Think

That’s It

The Birds and the Bees

This Kind of Thing

Time for Sleep

Time for Tea

Tittle-Tattle

Total Failure

Travelling by Air

Try to Get Your Own Way

Trying to Sell You Something

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Visit to the Dentist

Visit to the Post Office

Visit to the Theatre

Volcano

Whodunnit?

Windy Outside

Woodwind Instrument

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December 22-28, 2013

Sunday, December 22

The sun was already high when we finally stirred from our sleep, the remnants of last night's laughter still lingering in the air. I helped the girls cook a lazy breakfast, the aroma of bacon and eggs filling Djaneng's kitchen, but my mind was already drifting to the tasks ahead. After we ate, I said my goodbyes and headed home, ready to help my parents pack for our trip to Isabela.

When I arrived, the house was a whirlwind of activity. Boxes and suitcases were scattered everywhere, and my parents were bustling around, organizing and double-checking lists. I jumped right in, sorting clothes and packing essentials, my thoughts occasionally drifting to Roxanne. She was heading to Antipolo and needed some extra cash, which I had already given her.

By evening, the house was finally calm. The packing was done, and everything was ready for the trip. I dropped my parents off at the terminal, the night air cool and quiet, a stark contrast to the day's hustle. Roxanne, still with classes to attend, stayed behind, her studies tethering her to the city for a few more days. As I drove back home, the city's lights flickered around me, my mind a mix of anticipation for the holidays and the relief of having everything under control.

Monday, December 30, 2013

The day started like any other exam day. I took my final exams for English 7, my mind racing through essay prompts and literary terms. The relief of finishing my last exam of the semester was palpable, a weight lifted off my shoulders. But the day was far from over.

Allysa invited me to go clubbing tonight at Ampersand. I mentioned it to Mansoor, who frowned at the idea. He didn’t like me drinking or partying too much, but I assured him it wasn’t something I did often. His disapproval lingered in my mind as I got ready, choosing an outfit that struck the right balance between fun and responsible.

The night started innocently enough. We hopped from bar to bar around Leonard Wood, the excitement of freedom mixing with the buzz of alcohol. At each stop, we laughed and danced, the music a backdrop to our celebrations. When we finally made it to the camp, Allysa began snapping photos and quickly uploaded them to Facebook, tagging me in every one. Notifications buzzed on my phone, signaling that the whole world now knew we were out and about.

Needing a break from the noise and the crowd, I stepped outside for a smoke. I hadn’t smoked in a long time, the habit having faded as other concerns took precedence. As I lit up and took a drag, a familiar figure materialized out of the shadows. Sir Apollo. His eyes were reddish and heavy, a telltale sign of too much drinking.

"Ano ginagawa mo dito?" I asked, my voice sharper than intended.

"Why won’t you give me a chance? I like you," he said, his tone a mix of frustration and longing.

"I don’t know," I replied, my mind a whirlpool of conflicting emotions.

"I will walk away if I hear you that you won’t," he said, taking a step back as if to prove his point. He turned to leave, and I felt a surge of panic. My thoughts were a jumble, the angel and devil on my shoulders screaming at each other.

"Sir, wait, don’t do this," I called after him, my voice breaking.

He paused, and I could see the vulnerability in his eyes. "Stop making me so confused. I hate this! People playing with my head," I said, tears threatening to spill.

"I’m not. I really like you," he said, stepping closer.

And then he kissed me. It was a kiss that drowned out the world, a kiss that tasted of cigarettes and longing. I kissed him back, my body moving of its own accord, our lips locked in a passionate embrace. His hands roamed to my behind, and I let out an involuntary moan. I grabbed the lapel of his jackets and latched on to his lips. It was sensual and delicious. He hugged me closer while we continue the indecency of kissing in public.

Reality hit me like a cold splash of water. "I need to get back inside," I said, pulling away.

"Kita tayo bukas," he insisted, pulling out his phone and making me enter my number. He called it immediately to ensure it was real. Then he kissed me again, softer this time. "I’m so happy," he whispered.

I stumbled back inside, my mind reeling from what had just happened. I drank more, trying to drown out the guilt and confusion. I was two-timing. I couldn’t deny it anymore.

I had to break up with Mansoor.

Tuesday

I went home past 4 AM, feeling the remnants of the night’s chaos. Divina and I made a pit stop at 7-11, craving something to cure our hangovers. Instant noodles and hotdogs seemed like the perfect remedy. We sat on the curb, eating in silence, the early morning chill biting at our skin.

Back at home, I collapsed into bed and slept the entire day. When I finally woke, my phone rang. It was him.

We agreed to meet, but discretion was key. We couldn’t be seen in public together, given our teacher-student dynamic. We met in his car, the tension palpable.

"You seem tense. Relax ka lang," he said, trying to soothe me.

"What are we doing?" I asked, my voice wavering.

"Hindi ba tayo na? Wala kang boyfriend, di ba?"

"What if I have?"

"Then you should make a decision."

I pouted at him, my heart a tangled mess of emotions.

"Halika dito," he said, pulling me closer.

We started kissing, our lips melding together in a heated dance. He laid on top of me, his weight comforting yet thrilling. Our tongues swirled, the taste of him intoxicating. I sucked his tongue and he did mine. I explored his mouth with my short tongue. His weight is digging into me whereas I felt hardness of his male appendage. My hands grabbed his thick hair.

His tongue was invading my warm mouth. It's thick and textured. Good thing I had my teeth done.

We had to break apart to get air.

"Ang sarap mo humalik," his eyes are heavy-lidded. His smile faint of euphoria.

"Ikaw yung nag-report sakin, no?" he suddenly asked, breaking the spell. I smiled mischievously.

He smirked, then kissed me again. His lips trailed down, sucking on my neck. "Sir!" I gasped as his hand landed on my breast.

I stopped him immediately. "Virgin ka pa ba?" he began to ask.

"Yes, and hindi pa ako ready," I replied firmly.

He nodded, understanding. "I understand."

He continued kissing me, petting my neck with his lips. I stopped him again, worried about leaving a mark.

Eventually, I said I had to go. "Kailan tayo magkikita ulit?" he asked.

"Next year na siguro," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

He kissed me one last time before I stepped out of his car. Guilt and happiness battled within me. I was terrible, wasn’t I? But I loved it, too. What was I going to do? I needed to tell Sir Apollo the truth.

Later that evening, Mansoor and I talked on the phone. It was Christmas Eve, and I was alone in my house, celebrating Christmas solo again.

Wednesday

It's Christmas. I treated myself to cake and Korean chicken while watching "2 Broke Girls".

Both men were texting me, but I chose to engage with my real boyfriend.

I packed my things for tomorrow.

Thursday

Mansoor and I met up at the GL station in the chilly morning. I didn't enjoy the journey through Halsema Highway; it made my stomach twist and turn. By 2 PM, we arrived in Sagada and stayed at his aunt's lodge, though we had separate rooms. I tried to push aside the guilt and savor the moment. After this trip, I knew I had to make a decision.

We were too exhausted to do much, and plenty of other visitors were there. We cooked for ourselves and later enjoyed a bonfire, which was delightful. Mansoor admitted I was his girlfriend, although his parents didn't know who I was yet—only that he had someone special.

We talked for hours under the starry sky.

Friday

I wasn't keen on visiting that cave, so instead, we hiked Marlboro Hill and Blue Mountain.

The day was eventful. Mansoor's uncle picked us up in his truck, and we lent a hand at the local market. Later, we gathered around another bonfire at night, camping out on the grass under the stars. It was incredibly romantic, and we found ourselves making out passionately. Mansoor showed restraint; if he sensed any hesitation from me, he would stop.

"I love you," he said earnestly.

"I love you too," I replied, mentally chastising myself. I'm a cheater.

Saturday

We traveled to Bontoc, my hometown, and met Nikki, who graciously gave us a tour. Returning to Sagada, we explored the lake and indulged in cafes and pies.

We were set to go home the next day.

We were in the same bed, making out. I gave his neck a mark. We were laughing about it.

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Exploring the Dubai Desert Safari Experience: Uncovering Adventure

Introduction:

An classic event, the Dubai Desert Safari takes nature lovers and thrill-seekers on an amazing adventure across the immaculate dunes of the Arabian desert. This article is an all-inclusive guide to going on a Dubai Desert Safari; it highlights the thrilling adventures, fascinating cultural experiences, and stunning scenery that this captivating desert environment has to offer.

Overview of the Desert Safari in Dubai: An overview of the Dubai Desert Safari, a well-liked outdoor adventure destination and tourist attraction. I'm looking forward to an exhilarating ride across the vast Arabian desert.

Kinds of Safari Tours in the Desert: Morning Safari: Sandboarding, camel riding, and dune bashing await you on this dawn excursion. An unforgettable evening safari complete with views of the setting sun, traditional Arabian entertainment, and a delicious barbeque meal. Overnight Safari: An enchanted camping trip under the stars that includes astronomy, cultural performances, and bonfires.

Exciting Things to Do in the Desert: Dune Bashing: thrilling drives in 4x4 cars across the dunes under the direction of skilled drivers. Camel Riding: Enjoy leisurely rides on a camel while taking in the expansive views of the desert.

Sandboarding: Exciting, adrenaline-pumping sandboarding experiences down steep dunes.

Cultural Events and Interactions: Bedouin Camps: Genuine Bedouin-style campgrounds that provide cultural experiences, refreshments, and warm Arabian hospitality. Henna Painting: Masterful henna work including classic Arabian motifs on the hands and feet. Tanoura and belly dancing shows: captivating exhibitions of traditional dance forms performed by gifted artists against the backdrop of the setting sun in the desert.

Gourmet Treats in the Desert: Scrumptious buffet buffets with a range of grilled meats, salads, and traditional Arabian fare are served throughout the barbecue dinner. Free refreshments will be provided, such as Arabic coffee, tea, and cool drinks to slake your thirst in the scorching desert.

Scenic Views and Natural Wonders: Views at Sunset: Stunning panoramas of the desert terrain illuminated by the sun's last rays. Starlit Skies: Unmatched views of stars and constellations during magical nights spent beneath the desert sky.

Safety and Comfort Measures:

Skilled Guides: A safe and pleasurable desert safari trip is guaranteed by knowledgeable guides and drivers. Comfortable Facilities: To enhance the comfort and convenience of tourists, well-equipped campsites and safari vehicles with contemporary amenities are provided.

Organizing a Desert Safari: Some pointers for planning a desert safari journey include using trustworthy tour companies, selecting a package, and making bookings online. When choosing your desert safari vacation, take into account factors like party size, spending limit, and favorite activities.

Get Ready for Your Adventure in the Desert: What to Wear: Lightweight, comfortable clothing appropriate for desert weather is advised. Essentials: Sunscreen, sunglasses, caps, and cameras to record priceless moments should be on your packing list.

Treasured Moments and Enduring Testimonials: Testimonials and firsthand accounts from tourists who have taken a Dubai Desert Safari, sharing their priceless moments and life-changing experiences.

Conclusion:

The Dubai Desert Safari promises visitors an amazing tour through the heart of the Arabian desert with an exciting blend of adventure, culture, and natural beauty. Experience the stunning views, cultural interactions, or heart-pounding activities that will leave you with lifelong memories and a renewed respect for the captivating desert landscape—all of which can be found on a Dubai Desert Safari. For more info:- Dubai Desert Safari

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Pirate Chains - Volume 2 - Against Tides

*Warning Adult Content*

Chapter 7 - Dance - Part 2

Agenor

When we arrived at the camp, the sun was dipping into the horizon.

The beach was busy and some of the mates were lying here and there, drinking or playing games, while others were gathering wood to start a fire.

Ace walked towards us and greeted me with a nod.

"Captain."

"Was everything okay for the day, Ace?"

"Aye, Captain."

He pushed a sword into Nyx's hands.

Nyx looked at his sword in surprise.

It was the Jian he had left on the Martina. Strangely he just answered with a weak...

"Thank you..."

Ace didn't even reply, he just gave another nod and walked away.

Agenor: 'My God, I swear, Ace is getting less and less talkative each passing day.'

"Boy. I heard you made it to land in one piece. Where have you been all day. Oh... hey, Captain."

Agenor: 'Alright. I'm fine with Baril being all... 'Nyx works for me'... from time to time... but his questioning every time Nyx isn't in the galley was starting to piss me off.'

I didn't spare Baril a look, instead a small nod and a 'hey' and that was generous enough.

"We went to look around Esme Island. It was very beautiful and not as bad as I thought it would be."

"Ha. Of course it's beautiful, have you seen the whores? Expensive but they ride to please."

"Euh... Yes, I saw them. Here let me help you with that."

Nyx paced towards Baril and took the firewood out of his hands.

"Put them by the pile near those fuckers over there. We are going to party hard tonight."

Nyx smiled at him and went over to the herd of pirates to do as Baril had told him.

He was tired by all the walking he had done but still insisted on helping and working for his keep.

I should just command him sit his ass down and rest.

Then again, I should just let him do what he wants.

I look back to see him bite his lit to prevent himself from laughing, while the brothers, Ajax and Yeager, point at Nash, teasing him.

Lou stretches his leg to trip Nyx but he easily avoids it and smiles victoriously at the bully, then went to organize the wood into a pile, like nothing even happened.

Agenor: 'He's happy and he's safe. That's all that matters.'

I turn and go to join the herd of idiots.

Sometime later, we were all sitting around the fire, eating and drinking.

Ace was half-way drunk and obviously still bothered by something.

If I knew him well, I would say it was over something he had almost screwed up but had managed to fix.

Now, all he had to do was come clean and tell me.

To think that all the years we have spent together, he still doesn't know that the best thing to do is to step forward and just spill the truth but if he's so eager to torment himself, so be it.

A pair of blue eyes draws me out of my thinking, when Nyx hands me a skewer of nicely grilled meat.

I nod my thanks to him and bit into the food.

He sits beside me, nipping slowly into a baked sweet potato.

In the distance we could see the torches closing slowly towards us. From the way the silhouettes swayed, I recognized the whores coming to earn some coin.

Of course a commotion started around us as soon as the crew figured out who was heading their way.

"Captain Agenor."

Izel bowed her head at me politely and the flock behind her did the same.

I always applauded the way she kept her hyenas in line.

"Izel."

I took another bite into my skewered meat.

"To what do we owe this late visit."

"My girls wanted to come and please your crew."

As soon as she said that... 'her girls' scattered amongst the wolves, who received them with open arms and groping hands.

The burly guards that came with Izel put some covered boxes on the sand and then joined us by the fire.

She always chose fighters with enough muscle that would make the bandits think twice before laying a hand on her or her girls, unless they paid first, of course.

Izel walked closer, her new girl following close behind her.

She ignored the lustful looks and the vulgar words the men sent her and her eyes traveled to watch her whores being caught and fondled.

She sat beside me and I ignored her colorful dress that fell on my right thigh.

"I expected you to come visit us and spend the evening."

When I didn't answer her she continues...

"I even prepared the girls for your men and a nice room for you, Captain."

"Thank you, Izel but that will be unnecessary. As you can see, these hooligans can enjoy themselves anywhere."

"Of course," she said, sounding disappointed, which was understandable.

These people made a living out of providing whores and rooms to fuck and they do their best to fill those rooms.

"When you didn't show up, Cherri insisted on bringing you a present. Cherri, come here my dear and serve the Captain," she ordered the new girl and Cherri obeyed.

She walked to my side, holding something in her hands.

I felt Nyx stiffen uncomfortably.

The girl bowed her head a little.

"My name is Cherri. I've been waiting to meet you, Captain."

No matter how much she sweetened her voice it was obviously the result of Izel's training.

I've seen so many whores in my lifetime that I know the difference between a woman who wants to be a whore and a woman who is forced to be one.

Cherri was a bit odd though, she was obviously younger than the other whores, she was well dresses and looked quite clean, unlike most of the whores that wore old shirts and ragged dresses.

I nodded at the girl, who definitely looked new to this.

"If anyone bothers you, feel free to kick their ass and stay away from Britt... he tends to crush the newbies... literally."

Britt, who was sitting a few feet away, with a hand under a whore's skirt and the other hand holding a lamb shank, looked at Cherri and grinned deviously.

Izel laughed in her unique way, soft and composed, while Cherri smiled at me in a seductive way.

I glanced beside my at Nyx, who was looking away, glancing towards the sea.

Cherri approached more, looking at him but when he didn't move away she sat in front of him, now blocking his view of the fire.

She put her hand on my left knee.

"Agenor, I have bought you some very expensive wine. I've saved it just for you, my Captain."

Agenor: 'My Captain? Nyx hardly ever calls me that, usually when he wants something. And when he does say it, it's so fucking sexy.'

She uncovers the jug, then pours some of the red liquid into a cup.

"Here, Agenor. I hope you find my present, delicious.'

I took the cup and smelled the alcohol.

"Cherri is very well mannered. Don't you think, Captain?"

I don't get what the old fox wanted.

Usually she just clapped her hands and the whores gathered around and I would chose one or two for the night.

"You know I hate games, Izel."

She blushed her long finger up my arm.

"On the contrary, Captain. I know you love playing games."

"Not when it feels like I'm the one being played."

She drew away her hand dramatically.

"Oh, I would never dare. Especially not with the most famous and handsome of all the pirate Captains."

I glance her way and she just winks at me.

"Cherri is simply a special gift I've been preparing for you for months and months now. She is very well trained and not touched by many..."

"I though you kept whore, Izel. I didn't know you raised courtesans?"

That must have stung because she when quiet for a while.

Izel used to be a courtesan, a whore only for the very high born.

She seduced a rich Lord spoilt he and made her his favourite.

As soon as he fell ill, the wife tormented her for months, until one day she escaped but not before murdering the Lord and his wife and stealing whatever she could carry and ran to Esme Island.

From that day onward, she was no longer a courtesan but just a cheep whore for anyone to buy.

Izel cleared her throat and continued, despite the hinge of anger in her voice...

"Cherri is beautiful, clean and very obedient. My only wish is to serve you and keep you content. I've noticed that you almost never sleep with the same whore twice. So, I handpicked one that would be to your liking. I have also trained her in the ways of pleasuring men. I'm sure she'll please you, Captain."

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Bachelor Party

A bachelor party is a celebration of the last days of a man's single life before he gets married. It is usually organized by his best friends or groomsmen, who plan various activities and surprises for him. Some common bachelor party themes are: - A night out in the town, with drinks, dancing, and entertainment at bars, clubs, or casinos. - A weekend getaway to a nearby destination, such as a beach, a lake, or a ski resort, where the group can enjoy outdoor sports, relaxation, and fun. - A camping trip in the wilderness, where the group can bond over nature, fire, and beer. - A sports event, such as a golf tournament, a bowling competition, or a paintball match, where the group can show off their skills and challenge each other. - A themed party at home or a rented venue, such as a poker night, a video game marathon, or a costume party, where the group can indulge in their hobbies and interests. Whatever the theme, the bachelor party is meant to be a memorable and enjoyable experience for the groom and his friends. It is also an opportunity to express their friendship, loyalty, and support for each other. However, it is important to respect the groom's wishes and boundaries, and not to do anything that might jeopardize his relationship with his future spouse or cause him any trouble or regret. #WeddingPlanning #WeddingDirectory #WeddingTips #Weddings #unitytheweddingdirectory #unity #weddingdirectory #weddingplanner #weddinginspiration #weddingideas #bachelorparty Read the full article

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Gay-Friendly Guide to South Delaware

Southern Delaware is a thriving destination for the LGBTQIA+ community, welcoming all its gay friends with open arms to have a lot of fun and even meet some amazing fellow queer friends. From beaches to bars, and everything in between, let’s dive into some of the best gay-friendly things to do in Southern Delaware. (Tip: Stay at the Heritage Inn & Suites, Rehoboth Beach when in Rehoboth, to get great deals on your booking)

Delaware Pride Festival

Every year, the largest LGBTQ gathering in Delaware takes place at Dover, Delaware and is a chance for you to to know more about the LGBTQ community and its culture. It's a celebration of love which helps the community gain exposure and recognition, by welcoming people of every sexual orientation. So if you are in South Delaware around that time, be a part of the celebration as the event is free of cost and features local vendors, food and entertainment. You can take part in the day to day events and activities hosted by them like pride bowling and pride meetings.

A Must-Do Beach Day

Southern Delaware has many gay-friendly beaches - plus, you cannot skip the beach when you’re visiting the East Coast! Located near Rehoboth Beach Boardwalk, Poodle Beach is a widely renowned gay friendly beach where gays can chill with their friends, and even make some new ones. If you are looking to meet fellow lesbians, head to North Shores located on the south of Cape Henlopen State Park. No better plan than to get that perfect summer tan while you socialize with some amazing people and don’t forget to enjoy a captivating Atlantic Coast sunrise or sunset.

Live The Night

While Southern Delaware has many spots where nights come alive, Rehoboth Beach is where the main fun is at. It might be a quaint town but it can do both—have the small town charm by day, and a bustling nightlife by night. Catch some of the best drag shows of the area and sing your heart out at karaoke when you visit the Purple Parrot Grill at Rehoboth Beach. Or, meet some of your fellow queer friends while enjoying a night of drinks, dance and live music at the Diego's Bar Nightclub. Another beautiful place to meet fellow queer and gay friends is the Aqua Grill, and while you are at it, don’t forget to enjoy the fresh seafood from the grill and stunning ocean views from the deck. 

Purple Parrot Grill, Rehoboth Beach. Courtesy: @jeff.hyman

If you are headed to Dewey Beach, make sure to check out North Beach for a night of live entertainment and exclusive club parties. Situated over the Rehoboth Bay is the Rusty Rudder, Dewey Beach where you can enjoy an evening of live music with some amazing food and drinks. Step into the Victorian era with a visit to Heirloom, Lewes and indulge in the in-house cocktails at the cozy bar and delight yourself with a wide variety of delicacies from the menu.

CAMP Rehoboth

A dedicated NPO creating safe spaces around Rehoboth for the whole community. When you are in Rehoboth, make sure to check their calendar to see which of the LGBTQ events are aligning with your trip. Be a part of exclusive workshops, art exhibits, social gatherings and much more that ensure the upliftment and celebration of everyone irrespective of their sexual orientation. 

Nature’s Pick

When it comes to nature, you can surely catch beautiful sunrises and sunsets on your getaway but don’t forget to get your hands on the best of natural produce at Rehoboth Farmers Market every Tuesday, from May to October. You can fill your bags with the best of produce from farmers, bakers, and beekeepers who set up their shops in the Grove Park, near the heart of downtown. Pick some organically sourced strawberries and peaches and spend an afternoon full of flavors and friendly people to meet. 

Clear Space Theater 

While Rehoboth is known for its beaches and bars, the Clear Space Theatre is a place for theater fanatics with many plays and great musicals on a daily basis. Along with passionate actors and actresses, you will also find queer artists on the stage who have mastered their art and will keep you spellbound. Don’t forget to purchase your tickets for one of their most popular musicals, Grease, that will have you give the actors a standing ovation for their outstanding performance. They also have themed seasonal musicals and plays that are always worth a watch to get yourself in the spirit. 

Rehoboth Art League

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Immerse yourself in art exhibits of the Rehoboth Art League! With a number of galleries featuring permanent collections and changing exhibits all around the year, art enthusiasts will love to spend a day interpreting paintings and sculptures here. The art league offers many events like Cottage Tour of Art, Outdoor Fine Art and Fine Craft Show. If you want to delve into the world of art, Rehoboth Art League also offers classes for new learners that include drawing, painting, pottery, fiber art, creative writing, mosaic art and much more.  

Shop It Out

Rehoboth is a place to shop anything and everything and one reason is that everything is tax free. Get your favorite brands, tax free at the Tanger Outlets because you pay exactly what you see on the price tag. Local creations like unique clothing, jewelry, and home decor crafted by local artists are also available at downtown Rehoboth. A must visit during the golden hour of Rehoboth is the Penny Lane Mall which is lined with affordable shops and small cafes adorned with homemade food options. Don’t forget to snag some colorful souvenirs to remember your beautiful beach trip.

Explore The Outdoors

A vacay to Rehoboth is incomplete without exploring the beautiful outdoors. Carry your surfing board along and ride the waves of the Atlantic East Coast. Step out and explore the Delaware Seashore State Park that is spread across miles and you go fishing or kayaking in the bay and also take a relaxing sunbath. It's now or never that you can rent a bike and ride one of the many biking routes that South Delaware has to offer like the Gordon's Pond and Georgetown to Lewes Trail. If you are someone who likes to explore on foot, then take a hike at the Cape Henlopen State Park, Lewes which sits at the mouth of Delaware Bay with a coastline spanning 6 miles. 

Experience the unforgettable coastal scenery when you take a boat tour with the Cape Water Tours from Rehoboth to Lewes Beach. When you are on the Lewes stroll, Nassau Valley Vineyards is the place to grab a glass of your favorite wine and spend a day among the serenity and peace of the gardens. If you want to know more about the history of the beach town, the Zwaanendael Museum, Lewes and Biggs Museum of American Art, Dover and get know more about those who lived on the eastern coast of Delaware along with American Art respectively. 

The Boardwalk

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Lastly, a trip to Southern Delaware is incomplete without visiting one of its beach Boardwalks, especially the Rehoboth Beach Boardwalk. Take a stroll at any time of the day and grab a tub of the famous Thrasher’s fries (now available with ketchup) or get a scoop of your favorite ice cream from the Kohr Brothers. Enjoy some of the best sweet treats from Dolle’s Candlyland and enjoy the foot-tapping music during the Summer Concert Series on the Rehoboth Beach Bandstand. 

At Heritage Inn & Suites, we believe that love is above everything else and we welcome all our LGBTQ community friends for a comfortable, relaxing and pet-friendly stay. We are located conveniently near all the places that you have on your list to explore, offering spacious and affordable accommodation with complimentary breakfast, gym, high-speed internet, seasonal outdoor pool and free parking. Book your stay with us at the Heritage Inn & Suites, Rehoboth Beach to enjoy an unforgettable stay for yourself and your cute furry travel buddy. Book directly from our site and don’t forget to avail exclusive offers to save more on your stay with us.

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10 Fun and Creative Date Ideas to Reignite the Spark in Your Relationship

Are you and your significant other stuck in a date night rut? Have you been together for a while and struggling to come up with new and exciting date ideas? Well, fear not! Here are some creative date ideas that are sure to reignite the spark in your relationship.

Try something new: Have you and your partner always wanted to learn a new skill or take up a new hobby? Sign up for a class together! Whether it's cooking, painting, dancing, or pottery-making, trying something new together can be a fun and bonding experience.

Plan a themed night: Take turns planning a themed date night for each other. It could be anything from a classic movie night with homemade popcorn to a "back to high school" night complete with cafeteria food and a dance party.

Get outdoors: If you're feeling adventurous, plan a hiking or camping trip together. Or, if you're looking for something a bit more low-key, take a leisurely stroll through a nearby park or botanical garden.

Have a game night: Unplug from technology and spend the evening playing your favorite board games or card games. For added fun, make it a competition with prizes for the winner.

Volunteer together: Giving back to your community can be a rewarding experience, and doing it together can strengthen your relationship. Find a local charity or organization that you both feel passionate about and volunteer your time and skills.

Take a road trip: Pack a bag and hit the road for a weekend adventure. Explore a nearby city, go wine tasting, or simply enjoy the scenery on a scenic drive.

Go on a food tour: If you're foodies, plan a food tour of your city or town. Try out new restaurants or visit some hidden gems that you haven't tried before.

Have a spa day: Pamper yourselves with a day of relaxation and rejuvenation at a spa. Get massages, facials, or other treatments and enjoy some quality time together.

Attend a concert or show: Check out your local theater or music venue and see if there are any shows or concerts coming up that you're both interested in. Dress up and make a night of it!

Cook a meal together: Spend an evening at home cooking a romantic dinner together. Choose a new recipe or stick to a classic favorite, and enjoy a bottle of wine and some good conversation while you cook.

No matter what date idea you choose, remember that the most important thing is spending quality time together and enjoying each other's company. So, get out of your comfort zone and try something new - you may just discover a new favorite activity to enjoy together!

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120 Solo Date Ideas

HOME EDITION

1. Write a love letter to yourself

2. Try out a new recipe

3. Have a dance party

4. Give yourself a pep talk

5. Redecorate your room

6. Watch your favorite movies

7. Cook yourself a fancy meal

8. Read an interesting book

9. Bake a Heart Pizza

10. Sign up for an online class

11. Organize your closet

12. Try new outfits

13. Listen to motivational TED Talks

14. Write a poem or short story

15. Learn a new language

16. Meditate on your dream life

17. Write a letter to someone

18. Make yourself a fancy cocktail

19. Make a list of goals

20. Watch a movie in a new language

21. Clean & declutter your home

22. Write your own life story

23. Teach yourself a new craft

24. Learn a new instrument

25. Journal your thoughts

26. Sketch or paint a picture

27. Write a letter to your future self

28. Play a video game

29. Write a song

30. Play a board game with yourself

31. Give yourself a makeover

32. Start writing a novel

33. Listen to a nice podcast

34. Declutter your phone or computer

35. Do a puzzle

36. Scrapbook your favorite memories

37. Create a bucketlist

38. Start a youtube channel

39. Do a deep dive on an interesting subject

40. Make a gratitude list

NATURE EDITION

41. Take a forest walk

42. Go swimming in a lake

43. Take a boat trip

44. Go stargazing

45. Feed birds in the park

46. Go wildflower picking

47. Explore a new park

48. Watch the sunrise or sunset

49. Take a rain walk

50. Take a bike ride

51. Plan a solo camping trip

52. Go Kayaking or paddleboarding

53. Watch the clouds

54. Lay under the sun

55. Road trip to a national park

56. Go on a hike

57. Do some outdoor-yoga

58. Journal in a local park

59. Go bird watching

60. Stay in a cabin in the woods

ART & CULTURE EDITION

61. Visit a concert

62. Attend a pottery workshop

63. Go to a museum

64. Visit a planetarium

65. Hit up a new bookstore

66. Visit a theatre

67. Sign up for an art class

68. Go to the opera

69. Hang out in a library

70. Improve your photography

71. Go to a musical

72. Go to an art exhibition

73. Visit a local winery

74. Go to the movies

75. Attend a local festival

76. Go to old buildings

77. Dance in a jazz bar

78. Head to a comedy show

79. Go to a drive-in

80. Volunteer at a charity

FUN EDITION

81. Buy yourself flowers

82. Have a solo photoshoot

83. Go thrift shopping

84. Book a solo trip

85. Read in a coffee shop

86. Do a sky-dive or bungee jump

87. Go to an amusement park

88. Explore a new neigbourhood

89. Get a tattoo

91. Go to a climbing park

92. Play tourist in your town

90. Go for a long drive

93. Go ice skating

94. Visit a local viewpoint

95. Get a piercing

96. Read a book outside

97. Take dance lessons

98. Create a,,white space" day

99. Book a night at a hotel

100. Take a late night walk

WELLNESS EDITION

101. Give yourself a massage

102. Have a spa night

103. Book a facial

104. Take a bubble bath

105. Visit a salt cave

106. Book a spa day

107. Get a mani & pedi

108. Visit a sauna

109. Book a massage

110. Attend a yoga or fitness class

FOOD EDITION

111. Go to a farmer's market

112. Take yourself to dinner out

113. Take a cooking class

114. Go for brunch

115. Bake cookies

116. Go seasonal fruit picking

117. Make yourself a three-course meal

118. Have a picnic

119. Visit your favorite bakery

120. Go berry picking

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JANUARY THAW (Part 2)

By CJ Wells

Disclaimers: See Chapter One.

CHAPTER TWO

FRESCOES OF THE NYMPHS

Lindsay stood inside of her massive walk-in closet. Situated ever so neatly there hung an organized assortment of blouses‚ skirts‚ dress suits‚ dress slacks‚ casual dresses‚ evening dresses and elegant evening gowns. Below the clothing were shoe racks lined with footwear of almost every type. Staring at her clothing‚ Lindsay heaved a heavy sigh. My closet is the size of a warehouse and I have absolutely nothing to wear‚ she thought. She had the perfect apparel for her work‚ business meetings‚ business travel‚ fine dining and important social functions‚ but for brunch at a popular cappuccino hangout‚ with a beautiful girl‚ she believed that she was sorely lacking.

Frustrated‚ she stormed out of the closet and grabbed her car keys off her dresser before realizing that she was still only in her underwear. Laughing at herself‚ she plopped down on the edge of her bed and stared at her keys.

Lindsay Alasdair’s life had been perfectly mapped out for her. Born into extreme wealth‚ it was her destiny to step into her father’s shoes as the head of the Alasdair family fortune. As an only child‚ Lindsay was spared the quagmire of sibling rivalry‚ but she was also therein denied the joy of having a sibling. She did have friends here and there; daughters of her parents’ college friends or business associates. However‚ those relationships were often contingent on the continued association of Lindsay’s parents with the others. Richard Alasdair‚ Lindsay’s father‚ was never one to maintain close personal ties with anyone over any extended period of time‚ thus Lindsay never experienced slumber parties‚ summer camp or Saturday morning soccer matches. Sadly‚ as she grew into her teens‚ any need for friendship was replaced by a determined focus on her studies and that destiny.

Lindsay was sent away to a top boarding school on the East Coast. As an adolescent‚ her extracurricular activities were stereotypically blue-blooded: equestrian sports‚ semesters overseas‚ ski trips to Vail‚ debutante balls‚ summer vacations at Martha’s Vineyard and arranged dates with future Ivy Leaguers. As for her predetermined entry into the Ivy League‚ she chose the smaller Dartmouth for her undergraduate education.

However‚ it was during Lindsay’s first year at Harvard Business School that she met Martin MacMahon. He was completing his second year at Harvard Law. Lindsay was attracted to his keen intellect and sharp wit. They hit it off so well that they became engaged after only a six-month courtship. Although Lindsay’s mother‚ Evelyn Summerfield-Alasdair‚ was initially concerned that the two young adults were rushing into marriage‚ Richard was immediately excited about the union. Martin hailed from a prominent New England family and was a sixth generation Harvard Law graduate. Richard saw the union as the picture perfect family and business collaboration.

Despite Lindsay’s vacuumed existence‚ she did manage to keep one well-maintained secret during her formative years. When she was a young girl‚ she began pen palling with her cousin‚ Keith Newburgh. Keith was the son of one of Lindsay’s maternal aunts. Evelyn Summerfield’s family was prosperous‚ but unlike the silver spoon Alasdairs‚ who could trace their banking and real estate fortune back to before the American Revolution‚ the Summerfields were "new money" upstarts. In Richard Alasdair’s mind‚ his father-in-law was not a successful businessman‚ but rather a high-school dropout who started a commercial lumber equipment company and married a Catholic. To him‚ his wife’s siblings were equally troublesome. Evelyn’s brother Danny drank and bet on the horses. Her brother Frank protested the Vietnam War and did time for civil disobedience. Her sister Francis was twice divorced and "refused to marry" her current longtime live-in boyfriend. Evelyn’s other sister‚ Shelley Newburgh‚ also divorced‚ once danced topless at a Las Vegas nightclub. And they all voted for Bill Clinton... twice.

Because Richard considered the Summerfields to be bad influences on his precocious daughter‚ he manipulated an increasingly restrictive interaction between Lindsay and her mother’s family. It was when she was eight that Lindsay first noticed that her aunts‚ uncles and cousins were not appearing at the Alasdair estate for the annual holiday gatherings. When her favorite cousin Keith and his mom were absent from the annual fundraiser that following January‚ Lindsay sneaked her mother’s phonebook and‚ stealing one of her father’s stamps and an envelope‚ wrote Keith a letter on her notebook paper. Keith‚ who was a year older‚ wrote back and explained the reason behind his absence at the Alasdairs. Although this greatly angered the child Lindsay‚ she dared not confront her menacing father. Thus began her clandestine correspondence and friendship with her cousin Keith.

Cell phones and emailing had long ago replaced years of stealing stamps and envelopes‚ and Lindsay found herself seriously needing the advice of her dear cousin. Throwing her keys back up on the dresser‚ she grabbed her cordless and dialed Keith’s cell phone number.

"Hey sexy-mamma‚" said the voice on Lindsay’s receiver.

"Keith‚ I’m having a crisis‚" Lindsay exclaimed to her cousin.

"Calm down‚ girlfriend‚" he replied. "What’s the matter?"

"I’m having brunch in less than an hour and I don’t have a thing to wear!"

Lindsay had to take the phone receiver away from her ear to avoid the noise of the laughter that followed.

"Okay‚ here’s what you do‚" Keith said in his thick New York City accent after calming down to chuckling. "Walk into your closet‚ close your eyes and point. When you open your eyes‚ put on whatever you’re pointing at."

"I’m serious‚ you asshole!" Lindsay cried out. "I can’t wear what’s in my closet to THIS."

"Well‚ help me here‚ Lin‚" Keith replied. "What exactly is THIS?"

"I’m giving a newspaper interview‚" she declared.

"Yeah‚ and?"

"I’m meeting her at eleven."

"Okay‚ so?"

"It’s at a coffeehouse."

"Hello? I’m still not seeing the problem‚ Lin."

At that moment‚ Lindsay’s heart started pounding in her chest. "I don’t want to look stuffy‚" she said. "I want her... to know that I’m not stuffy."

"Why do you give a shit what some newspaper hack thinks‚ Lin?" Keith asked. "Hell‚ if she works for that local rag‚ she probably already thinks that you’ve got a rod up your ass."

"I don’t think she does‚" Lin said. "And if she does‚ I want to change her mind."

"Why?"

Lindsay couldn’t answer.

"Why?" Keith repeated.

"I just fucking do‚ okay?"

"Calm down‚ cuz‚" Keith stated. "Tell me what you expect from this interview and perhaps I can help you."

"I want it to be casual‚" Lindsay said after a few deep breaths to slow her heart rate. "I want to talk to her‚ not just answer questions. I want her to be comfortable with me."

Keith was at a loss as to why it was so crucial for this very important woman to impress a newspaper reporter‚ until something that he had long time suspected struck him.

"Lin‚" he started‚ "do you know this gal?"

"Not really‚" came Lindsay’s reply.

"Do you like her?"

"How can I like her if I don’t really know her?"

"Okay‚" he said after a deep sigh. "Do you want to KNOW her?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"You tell me‚ dear‚" Keith flamboyantly quipped.

"Are you going to help me here or not!?!" Lindsay exclaimed‚ obviously avoiding Keith’s line of questioning.

"I’ll help you‚ cuz‚" Keith said. "I just have one more question."

"What?" came Lindsay’s curt query.

"Does this reporter have short fingernails or play softball‚ by chance?"

"EXCUSE ME!?!"

Lindsay and Keith went back and forth for several more minutes before he was able to persuade her to wear one of her more casual blue cotton blouses with the one pair of beige low cut‚ flare-legged stretch khaki pants that she possessed. Topping the ensemble off with a wide studded belt and a pair of high-top hiking boots that she had purchased over two years ago but had not worn‚ Lindsay stood in front of her mirror and eyed her attire. A mysterious smile invaded her face. This is perfect‚ she thought before picking up and speaking to the patiently awaiting Keith.

"How are things looking on your end‚ cuz?" he asked.

"Just fine‚ Keith‚" she replied. "Thank you."

"Not a problem. Just be sure to tell me how this interview goes‚" he remarked before chuckling and hanging up.

* * * *

Rejeanne arrived at the Karmic Java Coffeehouse fifteen minutes early. She wanted to be on time and anticipated midmorning-parking problems‚ especially since piles of plowed snow on the street would have invariably sacrificed a spot or two.

Once seated‚ Rejeanne debated whether or not she should order her first double mocha latte before Lindsay’s arrival. When the waitress approached to take her order‚ she decided to wait. Fortunately‚ the wait wasn’t long.

It was only moments later when Lindsay walked into Karmic Java. Rejeanne spotted her immediately and flagged her over to the booth where she sat. As Lindsay approached‚ Rejeanne’s jaw nearly dropped. Lindsay was removing her long‚ sleek black leather coat as she walked‚ which revealed a beautifully contoured‚ casually dressed body. Hanging the coat on an adjacent hook‚ Lindsay gracefully slid into the booth. It was at that point that Rejeanne noticed that she was hopelessly staring.

"Hi‚" Rejeanne said shyly.

"Hi‚" Lindsay replied as she too realized that she was staring at the blonde beauty sitting before her. "Sorry I’m late."

"You’re not‚" Rejeanne remarked. "Actually‚ you’re a whole two minutes early."

"Groovy."

Rejeanne chuckled. "Are your parents ex-hippies too?"

"Uh‚ no. Why?"

Before Rejeanne could respond‚ the waitress reappeared.

"You first‚ Lindsay‚" Rejeanne said.

"Raspberry herbal tea‚" was Lindsay’s order.

She’s in a caffeine addict’s paradise and she orders that? Rejeanne thought. "Double mocha latte for me‚ please."

"Will either of you be ordering lunch?" the waitress asked.

Lindsay and Rejeanne looked at each other. "Perhaps in a little while‚" came Rejeanne’s response as she looked into Lindsay’s dazzling blue eyes for her approval.

"Yes‚ in a little while‚" Lindsay confirmed as she smiled at Rejeanne.

* * * *

Rejeanne’s interview began as most of her interviews begin‚ with a superficial history of her subject’s life. Lindsay told her all of the basics; her birth in New York City‚ her schooling‚ her parents’ backgrounds‚ their schooling‚ their work‚ her work and her husband’s work. She provided a general outline of the Alasdairs’ financial holdings in domestic and international banking and real estate‚ their corporate stockholdings and the rich history and valuable work of the charitable foundation. As Lindsay spoke‚ Rejeanne typed away on her laptop‚ which was positioned at an angle on the table so that it didn’t obstruct her view of Lindsay. As she typed‚ she also looked away from it occasionally to nod‚ smile or somehow affirm her interest in what Lindsay was saying. It was Rejeanne’s intent to capture the woman behind the words.

After about her third double mocha latte‚ however‚ Rejeanne was ready to alter the subject somewhat. Saving her document and closing her laptop‚ she rubbed her hands together‚ took a gulp of her latte and turned her full attention to the beauty sitting across from her.

"Okay‚ Lindsay‚" she stated. "Let’s talk about some real stuff."

"Pardon me?"

"Well‚ I know everything I need to know about ‘Lindsay Alasdair-MacMahon‚’" Rejeanne said as she cupped her fingers‚ quotation-style. "Now I want to know about home-girl Lindsay."

Lindsay couldn’t comprehend why‚ but all of a sudden‚ she was feeling nervous. "What have I not told you?"

"Well‚ for starters‚ what was your favorite TV program as a kid?"

Lindsay looked down at her mug. "I don’t think I had one."

"Okay‚ well‚ how old are you?" Rejeanne asked.

"Almost thirty-three‚" was Lindsay’s reply.

Nice age‚ Rejeanne thought. "So you mean to tell me that ‘The Facts of Life’ wasn’t totally your fave TV show?"

"Why should it have been?"

"Rich girls‚ boarding school‚ Nancy McKeon... need I say more?" Rejeanne said with a smile that made Lindsay even more nervous.

"I loved ‘The Cosby Show‚’" Lindsay finally admitted.

"I loved that show too!" Rejeanne announced. "I totally dug Mrs. Huxtable. What a classy lady. Why did you love it?"

"Because my father hated it‚" was Lindsay’s response.

"Why would your dad hate a show about a doctor married to a lawyer?"

"Because they were black."

"Oh."

"It's my dad‚ Rejeanne‚" Lindsay added.  "It's not me."

Rejeanne fell silent for a few moments‚ finally allowing herself to absorb all that she had learned about this magnificently beautiful but somewhat sad woman who sat across from her.

"Tell me about you‚ Rejeanne‚" Lindsay spoke up. 

"Me?"

"Yeah‚" Lindsay said.  "Are you from Dell Valley?"

Rejeanne smirked.  "Honestly‚ Lindsay‚ is anyone really from Dell Valley?"

"True‚" Lindsay conceded‚ considering that her parents‚ like most of the people of affluent Dell Valley‚ relocated there from other parts of the country.

"I was born in Milwaukee‚" Rejeanne started.  "Mom joint-majored in biochemistry and allied health at Marquette when Dad the grease monkey knocked her up.  They had to do the right thing then‚ so they got married."

"Are your folks from Milwaukee?"

"No‚" Rejeanne replied.  "Mom's from Madison and Dad was raised on a farm about fifty miles south of Eau Claire.  Dad lives in Milwaukee now‚ but my grandparents still live on that farm.  He grates my last nerve‚ but I do try to get up to the farm at least a couple of times in the summer to see the grandfolks.  They’re a riot. You’d love them."

A strange sensation traveled through Lindsay’s body after that last comment. "So your parents married after you were conceived‚" she remarked after relaxing somewhat. "Are they still together?"

Rejeanne started laughing uncontrollably.  "Oh‚ no‚ Mom dumped his ass before she got her degree.  Being a single mom slowed her down‚ but she eventually graduated when I was five.  Then she went to med school."

"Really?  Where?" Lindsay queried.

"Wayne State University Medical School in Detroit‚" Rejeanne answered.  "Mom and I lived in a townhouse on the massive campus of the Detroit Medical Center‚" she continued. "Detroit is eighty-eight percent African-American‚ you know. It was a real education being a part of that twelve percent."

"Was it terribly difficult?" Lindsay asked‚ finding herself thoroughly fascinated with Rejeanne.

"Naw‚ black people are much more receptive about the token white than the other way around.   But if anyone did give me any shit‚ my core group of friends had my back. I learned how to break dance and do the "smurf." I listened to early rap... you know‚ Run DMC‚ Ghetto Boys‚ NWA. I played in abandoned houses in the Cass Corridor.  Spent hours at the video arcades with my posse.  It was way cool."

Rejeanne had Lindsay’s full attention.

"Wayne State is right alongside Detroit’s cultural haven. Mom and I spent many a weekend going to the various museums there; the Institute of Arts‚ the Science Center‚ and the African-American Cultural Center to name a few. There were also street fairs and art fairs aplenty. It was really important to her for me to embrace other cultures and heritages."

As Rejeanne spoke‚ Lindsay found herself noticing her coffee companion’s hands.

"Sometimes bad shit happened. Our place got broken into once. One year‚ someone stole the cassette player out of Mom’s car. I’ve seen a few drug busts go down. But I never saw all those stereotypically horrible things one hears about Detroit. Our neighbors were really tight-knit and looked after one another. The dude that ‘B-and-E’d’ our house was caught by one of our neighbors who was a burly off-duty firefighter. So‚ overall‚ I really loved living there."

Lindsay was specifically observing the elaborate ring on Rejeanne’s left thumb.

"My best friend as a kid was this girl named Shanita Weams.  I called her ‘Neeta’ and she called me ‘Jeannie P.’ She loved to braid my hair and play jacks.  She lived with her grandma‚ Mrs. Turner because her mom had a nasty drug habit.  I loved Mrs. Turner’s sweet potato pie.  I loved Mrs. Turner.  What a genuine woman.  She was always telling me to hold my head high.  'Don't let nobody cut you down‚ child‚' she'd say.  She commanded respect and told me to always do the same."

"It sounds like you had a very adventurous childhood‚ Rejeanne." Lindsay said. "Did you stay in Detroit through high school or college?"

"No‚" Rejeanne replied. "After med school‚ which Mom managed to do in four years I might add‚ and her residency in Detroit‚ she was really missing Wisconsin. So we came back when I was twelve. She returned to Madison and is practicing internal medicine now. That’s where I went to junior high and high school."

"Did you go to the University of Wisconsin there?" Lindsay asked‚ impressed with just how proud Rejeanne was of her mother’s accomplishments.

"No‚" Rejeanne replied. "I was totally bored with Madison. Too hippy white‚ I suppose. I did a year at Mom’s alma mater and then transferred to DePaul in Chicago. How I ended up here in Dell Valley is still beyond me." Rejeanne looked at her hands.

Lindsay was looking at them again as well. "Rejeanne‚ do you play any sports?" For reasons unknown to her‚ Lindsay needed to ask that question.

Rejeanne’s eyebrows rose. "A couple. Why?"

"I dunno‚" Lindsay replied honestly. "Just asking."

A tense silence fell upon both women that was quickly broken by the waitress. "Have you two decided on lunch yet?"

Lindsay found the waitress’ tone rather rude until she looked at her watch. "Wow‚ we’ve been here for over two hours‚" she announced to Rejeanne.

"I guess that time really does fly when you’re having fun‚" Rejeanne said to Lindsay before turning her attention to the waitress. "Well‚ shoot‚ I guess we should dilute all of this tea and latte in our respective bellies."

Both women decided on bagel sandwiches and salads for their lunch. While they ate‚ the conversation was reduced to small talk about the weather and current events. However‚ after wiping the last remnants of mayonnaise off her mouth‚ Lindsay was eager to return to the topic of Rejeanne. She wanted to learn more about this young reporter who was captivating her.

"Tell me‚ Rejeanne‚ are you an only child?" she asked.

"Not really‚" Rejeanne answered.  "Mom eventually remarried but never had any more kids. Dad‚ on the other hand‚ remarried three times after he and Mom divorced.  I have two half brothers from the second marriage‚ Devin and Haley‚ and a half sister from the third‚ Chelsea.  Dad wasn't married long enough to wife number four to knock her up‚ but he has another son‚ Chase‚ by this chick that he was seeing on the side from wife number three."

"Your dad sounds like a busy man."

"Yeah‚ busy avoiding child support payments."

Both women laughed together for the first time. Lindsay was instantly struck with an inexplicable urge to hold Rejeanne’s pretty little hands that were busy crumpling a napkin.

"Are you close to any of your half siblings?" she asked in a desperate attempt to take her mind away from Rejeanne’s tempting hands.

"I’m actually closer to my step-dad’s daughter‚ Kira‚ from his first marriage. But I get along well with Devin and Haley."

Rejeanne found herself eyeing Lindsay’s lips and thinking how soft they must be. "How about you‚ Lindsay‚" she said‚ breaking her private reverie‚ "are you close to anyone?"

Lindsay leaned in closer to Rejeanne. "To be honest‚ I’ve never really had any close ‘girlfriends.’"

Rejeanne had to quickly define in her mind Lindsay’s interpretation of that word.

"No one to braid my hair or play jacks with‚" she continued. "I do have this cousin‚ however. His name is Keith. He lives in a loft in So-Ho. He’s my closest friend. He’s gay."

Lindsay thought about why she had to reveal that last bit of information until Rejeanne’s next comment nearly floored her.

"What a coincidence. I’m gay too."

When Lindsay didn’t react‚ Rejeanne became nervous but for only a moment. That old investigative reporter in her resurfaced. "I have a question for you‚ Lindsay."

Lindsay’s eyebrows rose and her stomach tightened. "Shouldn’t your husband Martin be your closest friend rather than your cousin Keith?" Rejeanne asked.

Lindsay didn’t respond‚ causing Rejeanne to feel as if her long interview-cum-brunch was going south really fast. "I guess that I’ve taken up enough of your time‚" she said as she flagged the waitress for the bill. "I didn’t mean to pry."

When the waitress approached‚ Lindsay reached over to grab the check. Rejeanne grabbed Lindsay’s hand. "I’ll get this‚" she said to Lindsay.

Her hand is so soft‚ Lindsay thought. "No‚ I should get it. I’m the filthy rich one‚ remember?" she said.

"Like this bill’s gonna break me‚" Rejeanne said with a smile. "I inconvenienced you. I should pay."

"It wasn’t an inconvenience. I... I really enjoyed this."

"I’m pleased‚ Lindsay‚" Rejeanne said. "The article that I write will do this interview justice‚ I promise."

When the waitress returned with Rejeanne’s change‚ both women stood and were able to get a full close up view of the other. While both timidly smiled‚ Rejeanne and Lindsay helped each other with their coats. "Thank you for the interview‚ Lindsay‚" Rejeanne said as she put on her gloves. "And sorry about rambling on so long."

"No‚ I thoroughly enjoyed talking with you. And please call me Lin."

"Groovy‚ Lin‚" Rejeanne said as she boldly chuckled. "My close friends call me Jeannie. You can call me Jeannie‚" she added as she lightheartedly nudged Lindsay’s shoulder.

Lindsay smiled from ear to ear. "Thank you for a most invigorating brunch‚ Jeannie."

As Rejeanne turned to exit the coffeehouse‚ Lindsay gently grabbed her arm. "Can I‚ uh‚ can I maybe call you... to see how the article is coming along?" she asked.

"I’d like that‚ Lin."

[madphantom]

Anyway the year is coming to its end and it was probably the most bewildering year of my life so here's a summary of some of the more random events

The year began with finally being able to reach my best friend who had ghosted me a few weeks prior, asking why she left and getting told I was too boring for her.

Desperate for human interaction I went to a lecture on feminism in a bar, started talking to the organizers because I had never attended events they'd hosted before, traded numbers and now we're best friends and I'm part of their organization and we're planning weekend trips together.

Also I got an issue of a feminist magazine at said lecture and was amazed by it, and recently I wrote an article for it myself after the girl running it personally requested it.

I graduated school with an average of 2.3 which is insanely good, considering I didn't study the slightest bit for my finals and didn't do my homework in three years.

I went to a graduation party, met a guy I seemingly grooved with and we ended up drinking an entire bottle of white wine and making out on the town square as the entire crowd cheered for us. That evening we went to a club together, started dancing and talking and then I found out he was transphobic and ended the relationship the next day.

I saw MCR live and I was in the third row and Mikey Way winked at me, and that's like one of my biggest flexes now.

I went to pride in our neighbouring town. Then I went to pride in our town a few weeks later and made out with a very attractive trans guy and a very pretty lesbian, both of which I lost touch with. Luke, if you're out there and you're single again, I'm still available.

I went to a fun fair with a guy I'd briefly met at pride and all his friends which I'd never seen before and at some point that evening I was driven to my hometown in the back of a black van with tinted windows belonging to a guy I didn't know and basically just hoped I wouldn't get murdered later.

I went to an antifascist summer camp for three days, got a crash course in krav maga and tried to defend the camp with a rock when I thought we were being attacked (it was fine, they were just fireworks in the valley)

I went on a cross country train trip with a guy that I later found out was a serial rapist, and miraculously nothing happened to me.

I went to the first party in my life that lasted all night, a very hot band member with immaculate eyeliner danced with me and bought me a drink and at some point in the morning like four of us were sitting in an empty bar eating breakfast, drinking Berliner Luft and watching the sunrise.

I held my first ever self written speech at a protest.

I started bartending at a communist bar, which has the worst reputation in the entire city and is known and feared as Incredibly Shady™

I enrolled in university and started studying film and media.

I got wasted and randomly decided it would be fun to be a board member of the university film club so I texted the current board leader that I volunteer and now I'm a board member of the university film club despite being in my first semester and completely inexperienced.

I got drugged at the Christmas market.

I confessed a crush on someone, got rejected and miraculously we stayed friends instead of never speaking to each other again.

I spontaneously performed a vent poem about my crush as a punk song at a jam and now I'm being offered to be the frontman of a band by multiple people.

I became Tumblr famous with a Goncharov movie and my follower count rose from 1200 to over 6000 within a month.

[astrolovecosmos]

IC, Childhood and “Home”

The IC marks the beginning of the 4th House. It tells of your past, roots, programming, and childhood. Other notable places to look for childhood descriptions and associations are the 3rd house (early development) and the Rising/1st House. Some astrologers believe the younger you are the more you are attune to your Rising and 1st House environment. Some also believe as you age you get more in tune to the Rising. Maybe we lose it as we grow up and have to find ourselves again? 

Aries IC: Not coming home until the streetlights pop on. Late nights - never sleeping. Scrapes and bruises. Spicy, sassy, spunky moments. Competitive tyke. Center of attention. Brain freeze. Feels at home with satire, excitement, change, and room to breathe and make decisions.

Taurus IC: Finger painting, night lights, slime time. 🧸 Bright, colorful spring and summer days. Birthday parties and gifting holidays are everything. Taking their time - maybe a late bloomer. Camping or nature walks. Never letting go of a hand in a grocery store. Material needs highly met or under met. Feels at home with routine, boundaries, is safe, wealthy either metaphorically or literally, patient or slow moving.

Gemini IC: Climbing the walls. Hobbies, hobbies, hobbies. Schoolyard drama. That new book smell. Questioning everything. Imaginary friend. Speaking up or in the zone. Impactful friendships. Jumping on the bed. Tree houses. Home should feel talkative and sharing. It feels lively, always a new adventure, filled with wonder, a safe place to learn.

Cancer IC: Days and nights at the grandparents. Mamma’s boy or girl. Arts and crafts. Plenty of baking or sweets offered. Hugs and kisses. Family stories and heirlooms. Shyness or timid. Playing house, playing mermaid. Digging or wrapping up in warm laundry. Playing in the rain, mud, lake, creek. Blanket forts. Sticky fingers. Needs a home that feels safe, encouraging, stable, nostalgic, emotionally close, such deep bonds.

Leo IC: Playing dress up. Center of attention. Sore loser. No watered down juice. Sunny, special. Dancing and running. Sand castles. Art on the fridge. Always talked about in the family. Warm summer nights. At every sleep over. Roasting marshmallows. Playing with fire. Home is a place that lets them express themselves. Home should feel empowering, validating, and adoring. 

Virgo IC: Weekends at the library or YMCA. Girl/boy scouts. Hayrides. Adventures in the closet. Learning from the garden. Camps and summer school. Don’t mess with their routine. Understands the rules. Picky eater. The best patient or terrified of doctors. Playing doctor, playing vet, playing teacher. Chores and bedtimes. Feels at home with structure, caring, being prepared, busy or productive. It needs to feel organized, clean, or healthy and that can be literal or metaphorical. 

Libra IC: Well behaved. Never forgetting to give a classmate a valentine or party invite. Paper fortune teller. Tic-tac-toe. Secretly exploring attics, basements, offices, or closets. Spoiled or lack of discipline. Solving or hiding from parental arguments. Feeding the ducks or pigeons. Passing notes. Messing with parents’ jewelry, makeup, ties, clothes. Wants a home that feels peaceful, balanced, loving, and filled with feelings of fellowship and cooperation. 

Scorpio IC: Highly sensitive. Taking in everything. Reading or scrolling on an iPad under the covers in the middle of the night. Monsters under the bed and in the closet. Playing spy or detective. Solving puzzles. Eavesdropping on adults. Making potions. Hiding their diary/journal. Facing childish fears. Getting lost in fantasy. Always talking about their favorite subject. Master hide and seeker. Feels at home with sarcasm or honest humor, stimulating challenges, a place where they have control, reassuring.

Sagittarius IC: Nature or animal lover. Pillow, snowball, water balloon fights. Mischievous, prankster. Never ending questions. Giggly. Field trips and summer vacations. Book fair love. Tomboy. Horse girl. Sports star. Class clown. Playgrounds and the smell of wood chips. Acting out. Daredevil. Roller coasters. Water slides. Pen pals. Home should feel happy, exuberant, hopeful, filled with meaning.

Capricorn IC: Taking care of siblings. Expectations. Lemonade stands and homemade bird houses. Precious summer break and snow days. Little pleasures of crunching fall leaves or poking holes in erasers. Growing up fast. Mimicking adults. Feels at home with discipline, stability, possibly authority or hierarchy, privacy, when they have control, and material comforts.

Aquarius IC: Making up their own rules and games. Cherishing unique treasures or toys. Surprising everyone. Standing out in the family or classroom. Secret experiments. Sharing what they learned in school. Clubs and block parties. Ghost stories and prank calls. Wishing wells. Home to them is where they can truly be themselves.

Pisces IC: Vivid dreams or nightmares. Otherworldly sensitivity. 🌈Imagination 🦄. Fantastical adventures. Handle with care. All types of friends or unlikely friendships. Playing alone. Tears, laughter, smiles. Bubble baths. Making/finding their own toys. Fish or hamsters that mysteriously keep looking a little different every few years. Remembering everything or lost memories. From the mouths of babes. Training wheels and floaties. Besties with every animal they meet. Lack of rules or discipline. Home should feel connected, harmonious, completely free of judgment or harshness, compassionate.