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love-fireflysong · 4 years ago

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Day 5: Storm

Fandom: Until Dawn Character(s): Josh Washington, Chris Hartley, Ashley Brown, Sam Giddings, brief appearances by Hannah and Beth Words: 2164 Rating: M (Mortal Kombat fatality descriptions, it only the second paragraph though I swear) Author’s Notes: Holy shit. Day 5 you guys. 1/6 of the way through and I can’t believe I’m still somehow managing these. I didn’t think I’d make it past day one honestly. Timeline wise, I’m imagining everyone circa 2011-2012 range in this so keep that in mind. Also that I have never once played the Mortal Kombat games in my life.

“I seriously cannot believe that you’re doing homework right now.”

The wind howled outside as Josh lounged on one of the couches in the main room of the lodge, PlayStation controller in hand as he just stared disappointed in the direction of Ashley. Who, true to his word, was currently working on what looked like her English homework at the coffee table.

“I mean, c’mon Ash, it’s our February break! I was nice enough to invite you and Chris up my swanky family lodge—” the sound of the a deep voice interrupted him with a cry of ‘Finish him!” and he returned his attention to the TV with a cry of horror. Just in time to watch as Chris’s character called up a double and both grabbed on to Freddy Krueger’s legs and pulled. The lodge now filled with the sounds of a bones cracking and breaking as the body was methodically ripped in half with shower of blood. Chris had the gall to actually snicker from where he was sitting next to Ash on the couch. It wasn’t nearly enough to cover the taunting ‘Noob Saibot wins. FATALITY!’. “What the hell, Cochise? That wasn’t fair!”

Chris shrugged as Ash shook her head in exasperation and a vague expression of disgust. “Not my problem, man. Should have been playing closer attention to the game. All’s fair in love and war.”

“Love my ass! You cheated. There was no way that Noob could ever beat Freddy in a fair fight and you know it! I demand a rematch! But first,” Josh turned his attention back to Ashley. “Do you have any idea of the things I had to promise Beth in order to convince her to give me her friend invite? I have to be her personal chauffeur for the next month and this is how you repay me? By doing homework?”

“This report is due next week, Josh! You may be able to not care about any of that, but I certainly do. I can’t afford to fall behind!” Ash made a wide sweeping arc with her hand, Chris frantically grabbing at the pen clenched within before she almost stabbed Josh in the eye with the end of it. “Wait. What do you mean you had to beg Beth?”

“Parents’ only allowed each of us a single plus one. Not important.”

Chris took over for Josh, almost like they had planned it. “Exactly. What is important is the fact that there is no way you can fall behind from being late on a single book report. What, you scared you’re 4.0 is going to drop into a terrifying 3.9?”

She shoved at Chris and tried to steal her pen back, but he was holding behind him out of her reach. “Not funny Chris. Only reason I was allowed to come was if I promised to finish all of my work before we got back.” The two of them began to play an entirely childish game of keep away with the pen, Chris appearing to lower his guard before yanking his hand away just out of reach and Ash scowled as she started to practically climb over him. “Seriously Chris, give me back my pen.”

“You’re gonna have to take it from me Ash.”

“Oh my god, what are you? Five?”

“I know you are, but what am I?”

Next to the both of them Josh debated on giving Chris a hand for roughly five seconds before turning back to the game, intent on giving him a taste of his own medicine. Maybe with the boiler? He wasn’t sure yet, the pit of hell was always a goodie after all. He would unfortunately never be able to find out what his choice would have been though, as with a loud bang from outside, the electricity went out and entire lodge was cast into darkness.

There was two shouts and a scream from the couch (and no, Josh was definitely not the one scream, no matter what Chris and Ash would say later) and Josh frantically dived to the coffee table in front of him. Blindly, he smacked his hand around on the tabletop until he finally found the familiar rectangular shape of his cellphone. Sighing in relief, he turned on the flashlight function and moved the beam towards the others.

“Alright, I think that the wind may have blown out one of the power lines nearby and—” he paused a moment to simply take in the image in front of him. It seemed that in response to the sudden outage. Chris and Ash had grabbed at each other in surprise. Except since they had been fighting only seconds before, she had ended up straddling his lap with her arms around his neck, while he had his arms wrapped quite firmly around his waist. If there had been any space between them, it was purely microscopic. “Well, if I knew that a simple power outage would be enough to finally drive you into each other’s arms, I would have done this ages ago.”

With the phone quite literally casting light on their situation, the both of them seemed to realize their position and they frantically began to push away from the other with apologies and burning faces. Except in their struggle to try and untangle themselves, they both managed to fall off the couch with a surprised yelp, thankfully missing the coffee table in doing so.

“Well, I’m going to go and check on the girls, make sure that they’re alright. Once you two lovebirds figure yourselves out, try to find some candles or flashlights or something.” With that, Josh stood up among the embarrassed stammerings and frantic fumbling and walked towards the stairs. He stopped, and turned his head to yell over his shoulder, “Oh and try to find something to start a fire with, and some blankets. There should be some in the linen closet by the storage room. With the power out, the heats gonna be out as well.”

He walked up the stairs, catching the way the both of them practically ran in opposite direction of the other with an unrestrained snort. And ran into Sam once he reached the top of the stairs on his way to Hannah’s room where he had last seen the blonde and his sisters. Though he squinted painfully at the light from her own phone’s flashlight shining directly into his eyes.

“Jesus Christ Sam, lower that a little will you? I think one half-blind Washington is more than enough for this family thank you very much.”

“Josh? Oh, right. Sorry.” Dutifully, Sam lowered the beam coming from her phone. “Is everything okay? I heard a scream coming from downstairs.”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, that was just Ash.” Josh shrugged nonchalantly. “You know her, easily spooked and all that.”

“Uh huh.” Sam said slowly with disbelief and looked over his shoulder, and was surprised to not see Chris and Ashley right behind him. “And where are Chris and Ashley now?”

“Well it’s quite simple. You see, in the darkness they flew into the other’s arms and got so caught up in each other that they fell off the couch.”

“Uh huh,” Sam repeated again, with impossibly even more disbelief. “Sure. Whatever you say Josh.”

“Sammy, is that disbelief I hear in your voice?” Josh placed his unoccupied hand onto his chest scandalized. “I swear to you on my third aunt four times removed grave —bless good old Aunt Prudence’s soul— that every word I have just said is one hundred percent true.”

Sam rolled her eyes but even in the low light from his phone, he caught the growing smile on her face. “Okay, okay. I get it. What are you doing up here anyway?”

“Just came to check on you and my sisters. Make sure that Beth didn’t strangle one of you in fear, really.”

“Well you’re not wrong about that. I just managed to pry her off of Hannah before I ran into you. Though I think it was the blood-curdling scream from downstairs that got her if you ask me.” Sam turned to stare out one of the windows nearby on the second floor and frowned. “Jesus, that blizzard really came out of nowhere didn’t it? Did your parents make it back from town yet?”

Josh looked over her shoulder and was surprised to see nothing but a thick sheet of white blocking his vision from seeing more then a foot out of the window. “No, not yet. They’re probably just gonna spend the night at a hotel or something until the storm clears up enough for them to make it back up here.” He turned to look back at Sam. “Speaking of, I think that there’s a couple of flashlights or something up here. I think they’re further down the hall towards Hannah’s room. I’ll help you look for them, but then I should probably get back downstairs. Make sure that Chris and Ash didn’t manage to knock themselves out by walking into a door or table in the dark.”

"They’re not really the most graceful of people are they?”

Josh sighed wistfully as he once again placed a hand over his chest, this time in extreme fondness. “Bless their dorky little hearts, but they are as awkward and clumsy as a newborn deer.”

“Well, lead on then. Bring me to these rumored flashlights oh great and all knowing one.”

With that, Josh spent the next several minutes with Sam helping her to locate and bring back the flashlights and extra blankets when they managed to find them. After confirming that his sisters were fine, if not a little annoyed that their brother had thought the need to check up on them, he recommended that the three of them sleep in one of the guest room’s on the main floor, as it was the only bedroom other than their parents’ that had a fireplace. He then had to spend another couple of minutes reassuring them that he would be fine, he would just spend the night sleeping in front of the fireplace in the main room with Chris and Ash. Then, and only then, was he was finally able to go back downstairs to confirm that neither of his best friends had managed to lose a limb by running into the sharp corner of a table. Only to stop at the bottom of the stairs and raised his eyebrows.

“Wow, I know that both of you have a weird idea of romance, but I think doing homework by candlelight is a little nerdy even for you two.”

Chris turned from where he was trying, and failing fantastically, to light a fire in the fireplace. “I told her that she was insane for doing it, but she refused to believe me.”

Ash turned to look at the both of them, eyes catching first on Chris before moving to Josh on the other side of the room. “I meant what I said earlier, I really need to get this report done.”

Josh groaned as he went to go over and help Chris out with the fire. “And I meant what I said too: we are vacationing in a ski lodge and you are doing your homework. You are a killjoy of the highest degree.” He and Chris fumbled with the fireplace for another few seconds and gave a shout in victory when a flame finally managed to catch onto the dry timber and newspapers.

Walking over to Ashley, he noted the quite frankly insane amount of blankets that covered nearly every surface of the couch and the pile on the floor. While he was relieved that they, or more likely Ashley, had figured out his plans, had they they looted every single bedroom in the lodge or something? He hadn’t even been aware that there were this many blankets in the building to begin with.

He sat down next to Ash on the floor, Chris not far behind, and began to take away her papers, making sure that they were well away from candle flames. As much as he joked about getting rid of it sometimes, he didn’t actually want to burn any of it.

“What the—? Josh!”

“Ash. Ashley. Ash-oh-ley Bu-row-nuh. Let’s be honest here. Your kids are already gonna be getting terrible genes in the eyesight department, we don’t need to add yours to the mix.” Ash face’s colored a bit, but she let him remove and give the papers to Chris who carefully tucked them away.

“Now that that’s dealt with, you know what’s just the thing to do on a dark, stormy night when the power’s out?” Josh grabbed a flashlight from off the table and flicked it on, making sure that his face was cast in shadow from the beam of light, and gave a wide, toothy grin. “Scary stories.”

Honestly, the two pillows that came from either side to hit him in the head was just rude.

#pride month prompt challenge #my writing #until dawn #josh washington #ashley brown #chris hartley #sam giddings #hint of chrashley because im weak #once again late #im sorry #also first josh centric fic from me!#dont know how i did but i tried?

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merlinistheredheadedstepchild · 4 years ago

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2 Shape Shifted - June 4, 2012

Isaac’s dad is such a real kind of monster It’s really upsetting

The semester’s only half over

“Well that was your fault.” Too fucking real

The effect of the blood pulling back into his face is kinda cool

How exactly is that shitty little house on the same street as Jackson’s

Isaac runs Dad follows And he’s driving through a city area Like that’s not suburban at all Those building are six plus stories

The not being able to see because you don’t have your glasses on speaks to me

Enter Kanima It’s vision is green and it kills the shit out of Mr. Lahey

Allison’s sneaking out to meet Scott and they’re writing secret messages in the fog on car windows It’s the full moon tomorrow night Scott is super worried about Gerard but wont tell her exactly why

Chris is threatening the for some reason British principal So is Victoria Who is honestly more intimidating And willing to torture A human

Isaac comes to Derek freaked out

“Derek!” “What’s wrong?” “My dad. I think he’s dead” “What did you do?” “That’s the thing it wasn’t me”

The red effect on his eyes in the dark is cool

“it’s not like the last full moon. I don’t feel the same”

So full moon number three

Stiles is still worried about Scott killing him He finds it all very stressful

Scott instantly knows that another werewolf is in the locker room But he can’t pick them out

Lydia is telling Allison about her fugue state

“I lost nine pounds” “It’s not like my aunt’s a serial killer” Teenagers are the worst

“Maybe it’s the nine pounds” That might be the funniest Allison’s ever been

Jackson is getting a digital camera from Matt “To record something in lowlight all night long”

Scott could smell the wolf but couldn’t’ place it Scott is very slow sometimes Stiles is frustrated by this

But he gets to tackle the whole team to smell them Danny does not look happy about being next

“Stilnski what the hell is wrong with your friend?”

“It’s Armani”

“It’ll be the first ever suicide run that ends in a suicide”

Jackson uses his old shoulder injury to get out of it But Isaac’s next They glow they’re eyes at each other Isaac looks really worried Why does he think Scott would tell?

Stiles is concerned that Isaac is gonna get put in a holding cell over night Scotts concerned because he can tell Isaac has the urge to maim and kill

“Why would Derek choose Isaac?” “Peter told me that if the bite doesn’t turn you it could kill you and maybe teenagers have a better chance of surviving”

Stiles is too smart

Jackson is being questioned by the Sheriff Because they live across the street from each other Stilinski thinks Jackson deserves a punch in the mouth for never reporting Mr. Lahey

Stiles has perfect grades but little to no extracurriculars Does the school not know he’s on the team? Gerard knows that Scott was dating Allison And he’s freaking out Stiles has to take the fall

Lydia is trying to say thank you for saving her life Jackson does not want to be responsible for her He actually looks a little human when he says it And he warns her to stay home

Scott gets out of school in time to watch Isaac get driven away Isaac looks so fucking lost And then Derek pulls up with those fucking sunglasses

“Get in” “Are you serious? You did that. That’s your fault” “I know that. Now get in the car and help me”

Isaac told Derek about the basement He knows that when the cops search it they won’t believe Isaac didn’t do it

The Argent’s are pretty sure Isaac is a wolf Chris is not for genocide His word Gerard doesn’t care and wants to kill him even without proof

Matt gives Jackson the camera and reveals his crush on Allison Jackson is not keeping his cool

That house is a rectangular nightmare

Derek doesn’t know who killed Mr. Lahey but he trusts his senses that Isaac isn’t lying to him Also he was watching the lacrosse practice Because he’s a creep but also because he’s a good dad

One of the hunters is dressed as a deputy

“You wanna learn start now” Cause Derek is making this a teaching opportunity And we find out about the freezer Derek is silent like a prius

We find out they are the beacon hills cyclones or possibly I just never noticed

Allison and Stiles are in charge of trying to get Isaac out

“You can’t just go around turning people into werewolves” “I can if they ask”

He told Isaac everything and he still said yes Derek knows that Scott and Allison are still together Derek is offering to teach him control. Even on a full moon. All he has to do is join the pack.

“If I’m with you I lose her”

Scott wont be part of the pack but he’ll help get Isaac out because he feels responsible for Isaac because he’s innocent

This music is terrible and Jackson is in love with himself

Allison shoots out the not deputies tires And then shoots him in the leg

Stiles is going to the station by himself Scott has a mediocre plan

Allison goes to Isaac’s She’s gonna chain Scott up so that the freezer gets trashed

Why does that holding cell look like solitary?

Scott is still worried about hurting Allison She kisses him before she locks him up

Derek and Stiles in the jeep again

“I was exonerated.” Fucking when!

“What’s your plan” “To distract her”

Have you seen my face? It’s magnificent They are just so good together

Derek is a cheesy but not bad flirt

Allison doesn’t want to leave Scott alone in the freezer

Stiles breaks into his dads office but the keys are gone Gimpy the hunter has them And a syringe full of wolfsbane And now he has Stiles too I like that Stiles figured him out at a glance

Allison is having a panic attack in the Lahey kitchen and there’s something snakey in there with her Scott freaks

Stiles manages to pull the fire alarm Isaac got out of his cell and fucks the hunter up Derek break the wolfsbane syringe Isaac wants to eat Stiles So Derek roars him into being human (which somehow no one hears) Isaac looks scared

“How did you do that” “I’m the alpha”

So smug

But what about the female deputy? How did he get past her? Did he knock her out or just sneak past? How didn’t she hear him roar? She must have been knocked out. By the hunter?

Scott gets out Allison gets a knife Scott explodes a door And snakey runs on the ceiling No one’s happy about this

Stilinski finds Stiles standing alone in the empty cell with an unconscious deputy

“Uh he did it”

Jackson wakes up and finds nothing on the camera

They’re really going for cliff hangers this season

End episode two

#teen wolf #tw rewatch #tw s2 #shape shifted #2.02

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yourghastlycloseness · 4 years ago

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H created and sent me these lovely hanyu gifs. i sent her the link to his program for haru yo koi and she said she’s going to start a collection of these gifs yay haha

H doesn’t know this blog exists; nobody i know irl does BUT CREDITS TO H sry that i posted your gifs here, they’re just too lovely to not store somewhere

ok now i’ve gotta delete all this splendid hanyu visual content from my phone because i need memory space for work-related photos lol

so long, farewell, i hate to say goodbye but you have an eternal home on my tumblr blog so it isn’t goodbye, not really

he looks like sakamoto in that one pic where he’s wearing glasses. reminds me of kyouya from ouran high school host club too lol. how is this even possible? no one can look like an anime character irl

also i have so many pictures of him in the under armour gear lol because these are my fitspo pics lol. his body mass and shape look ideal for both men and women.

honestly i have never found big, tall, and super bulky male bodies attractive. i even wondered if i was asexual for a while because i just didn’t understand the appeal of jason momoa or chris hemsworth or all the big and fit sporty boys at school. people would talk about this cute broad-shouldered guy with toned arms and i would nod along, but i just couldn’t get it. i also don’t like curvy kardashian-type bodies in women — it makes me think of explicit sex and reproductivity, for some reason. these are vulgar notions to me haha

ideal male bodies, imo: jimin, yuzuru hanyu, got7’s jinyoung (small and slight bodies that look breakable at first sight, but in actuality may/may not be toned, and look rather feminine overall. not too tall. sadly i’m very into the bishōnen look lol. it’s incurable at this point. i didn’t know there was a name for this until i got into manga & anime. generally, the more bone and the less muscle, the better)

ideal female bodies, imo: keira knightley, jennifer lawrence, charlize theron, shu qi, cara delevingne, seulgi, irene, suzy, zhang ziyi, ronda rousey, hailee steinfeld, emma watson, elle fanning (the range: thin, tall with broad shoulders and goddess/athena-like. generally, the more rectangular and slim, the less tits-and-ass, the more desexualized, the better. it should look light or strong; be a flower stem or a towering, masculine woman. i would kill for keira knightley’s body lol)

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The Resistance: Chapter 1

*disclaimer I apologize in andvance for these character intros they are super similar to other character intros in an other story but I pronise the characters branch out* Chapter 1: An Introduction to the Activists It is said that spring is the time of rebirth but if it is why do we start our years in winter, why are world leaders elected in fall, and why do revolutions take place in summer. That was the question set to ponder on the chilly February day. It was a gray day the kind of sent to remind you that it was still winter and not yet growing warm. The icy sheets of rain had let up just long enough for people to walk from their homes or for tourists to spend time outside. This February day was quite different from any other cold almost spring days for today was valentine’s day, a day for love to prosper but the world then was filled with hate, pure hate. Love, now that was needed and sadly that was in very short supply. The people of the United States had trouble with loving anything for too long. They had trouble loving each other.

Down the street in the village below the Georgetown campus was a coffee shop and above that coffee shop was a loft of sorts in that loft was a pretty sight there was a tubby wood burning stove in the corner that everyone worried would cause a fire. It was packed with students well, packed might have been an exaggeration. It held at least fifteen people today. The room was used by no one most of the time but when it was being used it was being used by a group of students. They were loud and could be heard out the well lit window on summer nights but during days like these the window was locked shut and sound did not leave the room. Everyone was silent. Their heads bowed over something, for some home work for others it was personal project, and for the majority it was publications for a newspaper/web news site. ‘The Activist Paper’ as it was known on campus. It was actually called The Student Sentinel. It was a collection of bipartisan articles, even though all of the people who wrote the newspaper were liberal shmiberals.

The newspaper was not the only export of the room. This room was like the tavern where the sons of liberty met, like the salons where the Jacobins discussed the happenings of Paris, The Play Royale, it was where the great liberating minds of the times met. That room was, pardon my reference, the room where it happened. In it was the planning of rebellion in a time where everyone wanted to rebel against the government they felt was looming on becoming oppressive. The group was known by many names. There official name was the Coalition of the Friends of the Discriminated. They were more commonly known as The Activists of DC. The DCs as they were referred to in casual conversation, much to the displeasure of one of the two leaders . The room had six booths three on each wall of the rectangular room on the other side of the room was a few wooden tables in chairs. The members sat quietly in a thick tension between the two leaders in the room.

The first was Gabriel Saint Louis, otherwise known as Gabe. Gabriel was a beautiful young man whose charm and charisma lured even the most hesitant in yet he was neither warm nor patient. He could be terrible in many ways. Gabriel however fair of appearance, had no tolerance for anything that stood in his way. The 22 year old Political Science major’s pure blue eyes never seemed to be completely present they often seemed to be looking at something that only he could see. In them you could the history of the men like him before him, you could see Robespierre, Adams, Washington, Hamilton, Lenin, and Danton. You could see the desire for revolution that lurked in the heart of the handsome Gabriel. His blonde curls fell onto his tan forehead above his puppy dog ice blue eyes. Though he had men and women thrusting themselves at him constantly he rarely noticed them. Gabe was not looking for someone to love, he was looking for people to help him make a change. His atypical behavior had gained discussion around the room and the campus. He was the priest, the saint, the protector of the revolutionary flame, the priest of the movement.

The other leader sat slammed in a booth. That was Mathilde Brennan-Boivin. Mathilde, or as her friends knew her Mat, was ruthless and strong but she unlike Gabe had patience, she had a human level of compassion. She was stunning as Gabriel but unlike him she used her beauty. Her fair appearance was used to seduce the best minds even if she didn’t sleep with them, they still were drawn to her. She shone like a beacon of light to all the activists. Her passion was evident and it inspired everyone including the Patron Saint of the movement Gabriel, even though he would never admit it. Mathilde looked very different from Gabriel. She had green gray blue eyes that reminded one of an ocean in a storm and that was what was in her eyes a coming storm, a flickering flame, that light and power showed through;those eyes could cut you like knives or welcome you like an old friend. Mathilde had both sides in her character. Her dark hair was often worn down hanging around her pale face and onto her shoulders. The black curls that hung around her face gave her a further air of mystery. Her face had a cold look to it. Despite her smiling eyes, her high cheek bones, danity, slightly upturned button nose and the way the corners of the her lips always found a down turned position. That gave her the look of Gabe, that look of unadulterated devotion and cold emotions. Mathilde was not the saint or the nun of the ideals. She, like Saint Just, really embodied them; she represented what the idea of revolution was. Mathilde was ruthless and could be cold. Passion burnt in her eyes. She also had compassion for the people who were the most vulnerable. Most importantly, Mathilde, like the enticing flame of revolution, drew great people to her. She and Gabriel were more similar than they liked to admit. Gabe and Mathilde challenged each other. They had no reason to the both of them were equally as worthy as the leadership position. However both had a strange want for each other. The man devoted to his ideals and the woman who embodied them.

Mathilde slapped a sleeping man next to her. It was her adopted brother Jared. Where Mathilde had this passion and conviction to her belief in her ideals Jared lacked; he had beliefs but he had not the desire to fight for them like his younger sister.

Jared was handsome and charming when sober but when not he was crude and brash. He drank often more than his precious little sister wanted him to. Jared had a deep love of his sister and felt the one of the few things he was good at was protecting her from the dangers of life, when he was not high or intoxicated. The alcohol and drugs were driven by some degree of self loathing. Jared had deep affection toward his sister but he had none for himself. Jared sat up quickly and looked at his little sister. He looked sloppy, with his maroon t-shirt covered by stains. His sweatshirt lay on the table as a pillow. Jared’s dark curls were oily and slightly matted but he hid it extremely well with a beanie. His face had a thin layer of stubble around it and although he got more than 8 hours of sleep each day his blue eyes resembled someone who had not slept for days. Dark ikea bags outlined the bottom of his bloodshot eyes. Jared shared an apartment with Mathilde. They often said it was them against the world. Their parents not very attentive to Jared and over attentive to Mathilde their perfect baby girl that did not come from them. Jared was five when Mat was adopted. Mathilde was still an infant when she had been adopted. Jared had vowed that day to protect his little sister to always be there for her. To do her hair, to help her with anything from dancing to homework. That was his purpose.

He had met Gabriel Saint Louis in his Senior year. He had been given the task of showing the kid around campus but he and Gabriel never became great friends. However, he was the first person to dwell in this back room; he had brought Gabe here on their first day of showing him around. Well, he brought Gabriel, and Gabe’s two friends Christopher and Conrad. It was his way of showing them the hotspots. The trio had planted roots here and the boy who had showed them never really left. Jared graduated stayed to get his masters and let his little sister move in with him. It was better this way he could keep her safer in general.

Christopher Wiatt sat next to Gabriel reading, simply reading. Christopher was Logos in the equation of the group. He was logical, calm, cool, and collected. His face was fair and prone to reddening when frustrated. He had black rectangular glasses that framed his sapphire eyes, eyes that seemed deeper than the darkest ocean. The boy was quieter but inquisitive. He troubled his head with Marx, Locke, Voltaire, Rousseau, Plato, and Proudhon. Enjoying reading them and sharing what had learned with other especially Gabe and Conrad. Chris did not have many friends but with Gabe and Conrad he could be himself and even though he was dreadfully awkward and quiet Conrad and Gabe sure weren’t. Christopher combed his sandy hair out of the way of his glasses. He ought to get it cut; he hated when it got past his glasses. It became a nuisance then. Christopher dwelled in a collection of cardigans, sweater vests, and geeky t-shirts. His dorky smile perpetuated his asserted nerdiness. He was the proofreader of all articles, he was also the official organizer of the group. Mathilde, Gabriel, and Conrad were not always the most organized of people no matter their other stunning qualities. Chris liked binders and spred sheets, he also liked folders, those were just a few of his favorite methods of organization. The tall nerdy boy was the essential, he was the coolant. When everything went up in flames he put them out, with them help of Conrad, sometimes. Conrad and Christopher had been friends first. Gabe had moved to their street when he was 10. They quickly gained the title the three musketeers.

Conrad the final member of the trifecta sat trying his hardest to make Chris laugh. It wasn’t working extremely well. Conrad was the only one who seemed to have some humanity in him. He was not socially awkward like Chris nor was he unreasonably harsh like Gabe. Conrad was charismatic because he connected with people. He was extremely emotionally intelligent and was an emotional sponge. Conrad had a warm smile that he often wore to show that unlike his friends, one of whom did not give a shit about you unless you were holding a demonstration, he was a normal human. Conrad cared, he cared for every single person on the planet. His heart was always in the right even though sometimes he went too far with his antics. Conrad had a knack for trying to set couples up and it seemed to everyone a massive waste of time, everyone was mostly Chris, Laurent, Gabe, and Mathilde. Jared didn’t mind. Hell he liked seeing his friends being shoved at each other as the Beatles song “All You Need Is Love” played in the background. It was only when he tried to set Mathilde up when Jared freaked out. His sister would never, ever date someone in this God forsaken little group.

Conrad was now pulling up the front of his swooshy brown hair off his forehead and trying to make it into a horn shape. Chris was still refusing to break. Conrad’s warm bright brown eyes crossed as he looked as his nose that was wrinkled in frustration. He always looked very nice and presentable. Not in the nerdy Christopher way, but in his very own way. Conrad liked sweaters, he liked flannels, and he liked patterned button ups the most. Today he was wearing a navy blue button up with white polka dots. He was also a sucker for expensive shoes. If you looked inside the boys closet you would find that he had stashed away at least 20 pairs of shoes. Today he had gone with his black shiny doc martins with the sunshine yellow laces. They thumped on the floor. Conrad had for a long time been the tallest in the group until Gabe and then finally Chris shot up to tower above him. He liked that the doc martins gave him a little height so he did not seem so small besides his friends. Though anyone standing besides Gabe looked small no matter if they were a giant. Conrad was still trying to get Chris to laugh still no luck. He was confusing the hell out of his cousin Laurent though.

Laurent was sitting next to the other female in the room. The other female was named Esmeralda but her introduction is coming latter. Laurent was Conrad’s cousin and a friend to the rest of the group. He was lanky but not unattractive; he had that artsy slim look going for him. He was a shameless freckle face with jade green eyes and blonde hair. Laurent was naive, he had grown up in the bourgeois suburbs in Southern California. His mother and father took great care to protect him from reality. It was this naivety that made him valued. His innocence and his wide eyed enthusiasm. It was hard for him to be independent. He was glad to have Conrad as a faithful cousin to help him get adjusted to life outside of his immediate family’s thumb. Laurent had come into his own though. He had made friends with everyone in that room. Esmerelda fiddled with the collar of his green dress shirt as he smiled fondly at the pretty girl leaning into him.

Esmeralda, or Essie, was a beautiful girl. She was a lovely thing with soft brown eyes and chocolate curls a top tanned skin. Esmeralda was slim and elegant with a bit of shape to her. Her name had been taken from a Victor Hugo novel, by her mother, a professor of French literature. Esmeralda was not as passionate about the cause as Mathilde was but she was a believer in what the people in that room stood for. Essie was from a family that wanted their daughter to experience everything. So she did. Esmeralda Keeper had seen wealth and poverty, sickness and health, death and life, despair and joy, and so much more. It was what gave her, her character. Esmeralda was witty and sassy but she was also a bit prone to jealousy. Not that it ever showed. Emeralda was a beautiful girl often covered by some hand made garment. She made her own clothing most of the time using scraps from her own and goodwill. She also helped run a cute bohemian clothing shop. Esmeralda often wore these unique colored clothing and one eye catching piece, today it was a light pink silk scarf with cherry blossoms on it. Her eyes were often framed by white eyeshadow and dramatically winged eyeliner. She was beautiful. Laurent whispered something into her ear causing her to smile. Laurent Morel had met Esmeralda when Essie was still sixteen. They had become friends. Esmeralda often worked as her mother’s errand boy. Laurent knew who her as the girl who dressed in patches and walked around campus barefoot. She had helped him get to his classes on time, sadly Laurent’s sense of direction was lacking. They did not really become friends until after Esmeralda joined the ranks of a college student. It had been just recently that Laurent and Esmeralda had decided to date. Everyone agreed that Essie was perfect for Laurent.

The final booth was louder than the others. Laying basically on the table was Jakub. Jakub was mixed race his father was Polish and his mother was African American. They had raised him in an apartment in New York city and with a deep love of history. Jakub was not quiet about his adoration for history in general. His frequent trips to the UN also gave him an immense interest in foreign policy making him a champion in Model United Nations club as a kid. He was reaching for the letter from his mother that Blaise had taken from him.

Blaise was a flame haired boy with a calm yet slightly intense demeanor. Blaise was a football player and all in all tough. He was intense, very intense, when it came to the cause or anything else in life. He was like drinking hard alcohol from a shot glass intense. His attitude was generally pretty positive and people generally liked him.

Next to him, was a man name Jehan. Jehan Hugo was small in stature and a very pretty person. He was the kind of person who could pass as a beautiful girl if he really wanted too. Jehan liked all sorts of things most importantly he liked the arts. He worked part time in the gift shop at the main art museum at the mall. He and Esmeralda often shared clothing pieces and was very fond of her scarves. His hair and face always looked perfect. He had taken to the trend of drawing on freckles to his face and his own trend of purple guy liner. It looked great to everyone though no one dare admit they wished they could pull off little eyeliner hearts under the corners of their eyes.

The final boy was named Felix and he was the kind of person with a sweet demeanor about him. He had orange hair and sparkling green eyes that showed a level of insight. He seemed the kind of person who should wear glasses although he never did. Felix studied medicine with Chris here on campus. Felix took it much more serious when it came to implementing that training into practice his christmas gift to everyone was hand sanitizers from bath and body works. He also took it open himself to be the human dispenser of advil and cold medicine. He even carried around some of his friend prescription meds in order to remind them to take their meds. Together the entire bar was quietly working and all because Mathilde and Gabe had gotten into a pissing match.

When the two clashed it was an intriguing display, for the fact that Gabe represented the protector of the ideals and Mathilde the ideals themselves. When they fought a sexual tension lingered between them and it made everyone uncomfortable, except for Mathilde’s brother who was usually drunk or stoned out of his mind. The substance of their quarrel was the location of the rally they were planning. It was a common enough bickering point and everyone knew that Mat and Gabe loved each other too much to ever do lasting damage.

Mathilde and Gabriel were not dating. They were co-leaders, co-leaders that had an abundance of sexual and most likely romantic attraction that showed when they argued or were working super well together. Gabe constantly eyed Mathilde. His blue eyes drifting from his plans to Mathilde and her brother.

Gabe had always found Mathilde beautiful, but he never acted on it. His attraction for her had grown as she had gained her footing as the co leader in the group. Jared had first brought his sister when she was a sophomore after she had spent a year basically leading a feminist group. Jared brought her to the meetings to keep a better eye on her, even though he usually got too drunk to take care of her at this place.

Jared liked Gabe very much, he found the man noble and highly moral. Gabe seemed to have a zeal about him that Jared admired. Whereas Jared seemed to have no nobility or anything to be zealous about. Jared was the kind of person who appeared to have nothing going on. Jared was a smart and could have done even better things in his life. When he was a high school student he got into the party scene. He had played lacrosse and too dance aswell, but something happened. Parties and stupidity and pressures of society had driven him into a jaded state. He had been driven into such a pit of self loathing. His sister had tried to help him but it was hard for her. She was five years younger and could only do so much.

Mathilde had dragged him out of bars, out of friends houses, and literally any place where one could party and get high/drunk. It was a sad sign when your ten year older sister had to literally pull you home in a wagon on her beach cruiser. By the time she was 13 Mathilde had been driving for two years illegally getting her brother home. It was rough but Jared did care very much for her and did try his best to be there for his little sis. He had helped her practice her dancing, drove her to class when he could, and came to every single competition. When ever he found her stressed out of her brain doing homework, crying because she was overwhelmed, or was feeling down in general he would distract her, help cheer her up with music blasting/ watching bootlegged musicals/musical movies. When he got his car he would take her out for whatever food she wanted and they would sit and eat together while he joked around to make her feel much better. He took care of her like a big brother should care for a little sister.

Gabriel, then turned his eyes away and noticed the loving glance that Conrad was giving Chris. It was so annoying the fact that both his best friends were madly in love with each other and had been since highschool but never ever did anything about it. He cleared his throat causing Chris and Conrad to snap their heads to look at him.

“Yes?” Chris perked up at the opportunity to take on a new task.

“Have you finished the organization of those past articles to add to our archive?” Gabriel asked his organization happy friend.

“Yes, anything else?” Chris sighed. Gabe wrinkled his forehead.

“Can you and Conrad work on figuring out the next location for our protest?” Gabe ordered

“Yes, of course,” Conrad smirked and tugged on Chris’s cardigan. Chris smiled and opened his binder and Conrad rolled his eyes. Conrad had fallen in love with a nerd, a goddamn beautiful nerd. A nerd he wanted to date.

Gabe looked back at Mathilde who was chatting with her brother. He frowned a bit and looked at the memo on his laptop a text from his mother warning him about his activities and his funds from his parents.

Younger generations tend to see the world as it could be not as it is. Students want to change the world more than many of their parents who were content with their bourgeois existence. In the youth you find the vision of how the earth should be and not as it was. That is different in their predecessors who can no longer see that view their lives adjusting to the problems they live with. They assimilate to the problems and begin to forget about them even justify their existence. Then there is the matter of religion and how many people find it truly latter in life. Religion has been the reason for wars and laws for years and when someone has found it they use it justify even the worst kind of laws. That was essentially why Gabe found his funds under threat by his parents.

Gabriel Apollinaire Saint Louis belonged to a prominent and wealthy family resting comfortably in the top one percent. Gabe had opportunities for everything growing up, he attended multiple high brow boarding schools. Gabe’s family lived in a large house in Connecticut. It was sandwiched between the houses of the Philander and the Wiatt family. The homes of Conrad and Chris. The boys stuck together in their high class, very posh lives. Their large back yards and game rooms gave the three relatively well behaved boys enough entertainment for the summers and holidays in which they were home from their boarding schools and exchange programs.

It seemed that no place would be more unlikely for a young revolutionary to be spawned. That was his background Mrs. Saint Louis was a well mannered woman who had a very strict idea of how things ought to be done. It must be mentioned that the surname Saint Louis, was pronounced San Loui, at her discretion. She could not stand when someone pronounced it Saint Lewis, like the city. She dressed in highly fashionable and simple clothing with delicate elegant jewelry. Her favorites were pearl necklaces and sapphire earrings. The woman kept the appearance as neat as possible with perfect modest makeup. Her blonde hair that had to be dyed regularly to hide the gray that was showing itself more and more with age was always swept off her face and done perfectly never frizzy and with no hair out of place. She looked perfect constantly as if nothing in her life had ever been wrong.

Mrs. Saint Louis, or Reinette, was a strictly catholic and pious woman. She had been born in France to a well of family, that raised her in a slew of religious schools around the world. Reinette dragged her small family of three to church every Sunday, unless they were sick or had a conflict that could not be ignored. She was known as a leader of book clubs, charity galas, and countless bible studies. Reinette loved gardening and had a beautiful garden that was maintained by her and the staff of three grounds keeper. Although, she seemed strict she would never lay a hand on her son if not in a loving embrace. Her little angel, her Gabriel, whom she had named. From the second he was born she had made sure her only son had every advantage in the world. She constantly insisted her son was a genius and fancied him a successful high power lawyer and maybe a senator. Her love for her son knew no bounds but it did not mean she was not willing to be strict with her little angel. When he did things in which she disapproved she did not hesitate in punishing him with taking away things.

When it came to politics she had very firm opinions. Most of the time Fox news played through the home although Gabe most often changed it to CNN which was as liberal as Mrs. Saint Louis was willing to allow in her tightly run ship of a home. However, when Gabe had tried to watch MSNBC on the living room tv she had a fit and blocked the channel as if it were something nasty like porn. Her dismay at her son’s new radical opinions was very evident. Yet she could never do anything as cruel as cut her son off.

Mr. Saint Louis, or Charles, was a charming man with wit that was used sparingly. He dressed constantly as if he was in the public view his blonde hair always neatly combed and his clothing well ironed and crisp, his shoes were always shined and he had a liking of expensive fine watches. His hobbies included attending sporting events, besides basketball, through box seats that were always high class and comfortable. He also liked painting and art in general. That was how he had met Reinette.

He had traveled to France to study art for awhile, where he met Reinette Lebelle. She had met him at a cafe they both frequented. They had married fairly quickly after that meeting. Then they had Gabriel and he became their world. In Gabriel, Mr. Saint Louis saw his replacement as the leader of his company. In Gabriel he saw a brilliant and charming young man capable of wonderful things. His son’s upbringing meant the world to him and he parented Gabe the best way he knew how. He parented him with the goal of raising his replacement and a mini version of himself and his wife.

When he had figured out that Gabriel was an activist for causes that he, himself had considered a threat to the family’s own well being, he had been furious and constantly made Gabe show them his finances. What he spent his generous allowance on mostly, every time they saw that he was spending a sizeable amount on his revolution they threatened to cut him off. Gabe worried sometimes about it. As much as he wanted to be independent of his family, he did need their money to go to school, to help pay his share of the rent, and it allowed him to plan protests most of the time. That was the only reason he even took their money.

So yes his family while they ment well were the least likely people to raise someone like Gabriel.

That brings us back to the earlier statement about the youth seeing more for what they want. That is what Gabe saw, it was what everyone in that room saw. That was what they stood for revolution. They stood for the spark of rebellion that existed in the youth who could strive to create a change.

Still the debate over where they were to host their rally hung in the air and Gabe kept looking at her expecting for her to apologize. The more she sat without giving him even a glance. Gabe would furrow his brow. Then he would turn back to his two other friends.

“She is as stubborn as an ass,” Gabe swore.

“Hmm…” Chris looked out pushing up his glasses. “I do assume you have her all wrong if you think that she will just concede.” He scoffed in his own thoughtful manner.

“Ah…Mademoiselle petit Saint Just,” Conrad laughed in his usual mischievous tone. The boy quite adored French; he found it absolutely lovely. He had taken it in school with Latin as required. Chris chose to study Chinese and Greek along side, Gabe was brought up speaking French but ended up studying Latin, Russian and Arabic. Gabe winced when he heard the French language because it reminded him of his mother and that brought him some small form of shame. “She is a strong one.” Conrad finished. ‘Little Saint Just’ was Gabe’s nickname for Mathilde who adored the revolutionary Louis Saint Just.

“Ugh…” Gabe grunted “She is getting on my nerves.” He tightened his fists.

“Oh leave her be, go talk to her if you feel so strongly that she is too stubborn.” Chris pointed out slamming a binder closed.

“No!” Gabe exclaimed “Then she will have won!” He swore.

Mathilde did not share this feeling toward Gabe. She did not want to apologize but she sure as hell did not expect Gabe to come up to her and apologize. She did not care what Gabe thought and it was a spectacle because Gabe desperately wanted her to care what he thought. Gabe’s life as an only child had made it hard for him to share.

“Jared,” She swatted her brother again.

“What!” He snapped in annoyance then immediately realised who he had snapped at. “Sorry Matty,” he sighed.

“Jared, do you want me to drive you home?” She asked softly.

“Not unless you wish to go home too.” Jared returned. Mat smiled gently and gave him a nod.

She turned back and caught Gabe staring at her. She knew he was angry with her for debating with him about how to run the next protest but he didn’t need to keep glaring at her.

“Actually, let’s go get ice cream and call it a night, come on Jare…” She smiled and gathered her stuff. She pulled her red rain coat on and waited for Jared to get ready to go. She snatched the flask from her brother’s bag. This area was for almost only storage and so alcohol was brought by the participants. There were nights in which Gabe would confiscate the drinks that were brought in. Tonight was one of those nights. Jared always brought a flask and Gabe never found it.

“Alright,” Jared followed his sister out.

“Where are you going?” Gabe asked as she made her way past the table. She froze and turned back to him.

“I am leaving, Jared and I are going to get food and then I have to study.” Mat shrugged at Gabe. It seemed a harmless comment but Mat stood with the authority of someone who had come for a fight.

“But we have not resolved the topic of location,” Gabe said sternly.

“Gabe, I must go but I may be willing to compromise, goodbye.” Mat smiled at him and left the loft. Gabe realised then that Mathilde had won. She had won even though she didn’t know that she was competing.

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Product Longevity

My dad’s watch has lasted 30 years. It wasn’t particularly expensive ($50) when it was purchased, but it was a fairly advanced “digital” model at the time. It is still available now for $20. It was also a well regarded brand: Casio. It isn’t rated for scuba diving levels of waterproofness. He has however worn it scuba diving, and it is still working. Total maintenance over 30 years has involved replacing the battery a few times. It hasn’t crashed. It hasn’t suffered water damage. It hasn’t slowed to a crawl due to a firmware update intended to make it better. It also has a longer battery life than a modern Apple Watch. The battery life is about seven years, so that makes it roughly seven years longer battery life than the Apple Watch (which is 1 day). It also doesn’t have a cracked screen despite years of rough sailboating, salt spray, hiking and other outdoor activities. It does have a scratched screen, but then my friend’s Apple Watch that is a few weeks old has that as well.

Why are some of the products we use so long-lasting and yet are often fairly inexpensive? My Costco gold-toe socks have been derided by my more fashion-conscious friends, but my socks haven’t worn out after 6 years and theirs die after a year. So why are we capable of making socks that practically do not wear out, and yet can’t manage to integrate that technology into high-end fashionable socks?

Why are some of the most expensive items we purchase obsolete or non-functional in 2 years? I purchased a pair of Marmot climbing pants with a “lifetime warranty” which I regularly wore for a year. Then the pocket zipper broke and the material on the legs stretched and became unsightly. When I brought them in for repair/replacement they said “pants do wear out you know” and then they only fixed the zipper. And yet, unbeknownst to me, I was wearing a pair of REI canvas outdoor pants as I was having that discussion. I had owned and worn that pair regularly for at least 6 years. Why is it OK to sell pants that will last a year and brand them with a lifetime warranty that isn’t fulfilled?

The list of products that seemingly last forever is endless, and it’s not just non-digital items. Here’s a short list of common items that seem to have very high levels of durability (thanks to Facebook for contributions):

- Leatherman tool, Victorinox knife, tool sets (40+ yrs) - Computer monitors and TVs (30+ yrs) - Casio digital/analog watches (30+ yrs) - GE clock radio, Sony clock radio (31+ yrs) - Pelikan fountain and rollerball pens (23+ yrs) - Hondas, Subaru cars, Dodge Durango (20+ yrs) - bikes, motorcycle helmets (20+ yrs) - backpacks (15+ yrs) - cheap toaster (13+ yrs) - Delonghi coffee grinder (13+ yrs) - Curiosity rover (nuclear powered) (11+ yrs) - hair straightener (10+ yrs) - generic BBQ (10+ yrs) - microwave found in trash (10 + 10 yrs) - iPod Nano (10+ yrs) - Bose speakers (9+ yrs) - Mac laptops (8+ yrs) - socks (6+ yrs) - jeans (5+ yrs) - Light and Motion bike light (5+ yrs) - Simple kids toys

The longest-lived items don’t necessarily have a lot in common. Some are cheap (socks), some are expensive (laptops). Some are very analog and mechanical (BBQ), while others are digital (watch). Some are quite simple (toaster) while others are exceedingly complex (TV). There do seem to be a lot of kitchen appliances on the list and I know many people have ancient fridges, freezers and washers. So there’s no clear trend other than quality crafsmanship, good materials, durability and designing for extended use are probably factors.

Increasingly we are moving to a build-on-demand culture where broken things will be recycled and new ones with the latest technology are printed out on the spot. In this scenario things typically don’t need to last as long, and we may not even want them to last long. The newest thing is better and as long as it survives the current vacation we’re on, then we can print out a new one when we get home. We also live in a faddish society where one year rectangular glasses frames “are in” and the following year, rounded frames “are in”, regardless of how they look on your face. In this sort of consumer society you either need hardware that can morph to the latest desire, or a way to cheaply update the shape of devices repeatedly and rapidly. Basically hardware and physical product design is increasingly more about memetics than about physical needs of the user.

This leaves us with the question of whether longevity even matters any more. The cost of replacing things constantly can be high, but as the cost of most types of products falls over time, it is unlikely to be a primary concern. Environmental concerns related to consumption of more products are likely to be mitigated by better atom-level recycling technologies. The only scenario where you actually need one device to survive is post-apocalyptic or “stranded on a desert island” situations where replacement is not an option and features of the device are critical.

Still, it seems that as technology gets better, even the things we choose to recycle every 6 months could be physically capable of operating for 100 years. And there are reasons to make things last for an eternity. Babylonian clay tablets have lasted thousands of years while our modern books fail to survive a hundred, resulting in data being lost forever. If our devices only last for a fleeting moment, the history they embody and records they carry may not last long. It is also likely that consumer will come to expect higher levels of durability. “What, sitting on my phone cracks the screen?” “What, I can’t take my Internet chat scuba diving with me?” However, some types of objects have very practical reasons for being designed with longevity as a high priority. Data storage systems, basic human essentials (food, buildings, heating systems), transport devices, shoes, appliances, and a variety of other products have significant advantages if they last for very long periods of time. Our species will definitely be better off if they at least know how to make long-use devices, even if don’t always choose to use them that long.

Related links: The Long Now Foundation Buy Me Once

Thanks to the following people for long-lived product submissions: Joe L, Jennifer N, Chris K, Aaron M, Qays P, Melodie T, Stas K, MikeK, Alex M, Sara G, Elisabeth K, Beth O, Steven L, Steve D, Mark G

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MY SPIRITUAL SELF

I used to have a fairly regular meditation practice. I would even attend a Buddhist meditation service once a week. This was way back when we still lived with Chris’s mom, before I flipped our lives into moving chaos. The meditation practice came to a screeching halt when Chris got sick and it never recovered. Sitting still with my thoughts is very very difficult. There was a long time when I couldn’t even be in savasana. As long as I kept moving in my yoga practice, everything was A-okay. Stopping for a final relaxation moment was torture. I got over that. Kind of. I will admit that more often than not, I end up dozing off in savasana. If I was one of my students, we would be having a discussion about sleep management and bedtimes. I’d have to explain to myself that I have a very reasonable bedtime. I just don’t always stay asleep.

There have been attempts to regain my meditation practice, but it just never sticks. I’ve made excuses and declared that mindfully chopping vegetables for dinner is my meditation act of the day. So I decided that if I was going to resolve to do anything in 2020, it would be to re-establish my meditation practice. Chris will be gone seven years in February. It’s time I learned to sit still with those thoughts and other thoughts not necessarily related to Chris. So I set my alarm clock for 5 AM (my usual wake up time is 5:50) and placed the new journal my Mom bought me for Christmas on the nightstand. Monday morning, when that alarm went off, I rolled over and hit the snooze button on the alarm. Fifteen minutes later, when the alarm sounded again, I moved to hit the snooze button again, but just turned the alarm off instead. I laid there for a minute deciding what to do next. Going back to sleep was a bad idea because it would just make getting up on time more difficult. So I propped up my pillows and sat up in my bed and set my meditation timer for twenty minutes.

Here’s what went down in those twenty minutes:

Should I rearrange my bedroom? What if I moved my bed over to that wall? Would it even fit there? If I moved the bed there would I still be able to open my closet door? If I move the bed to that wall, then I would have to move the giant elephant brass band poster to that wall over there. How many holes would I have to patch in the wall? Can I move this furniture on my own? I should probably measure the bed and space before I try to move it. Is this room square or rectangular? It looks rectangular, but that could be an optical illusion from the way I’m sitting. I really need a tape measure. If I move my bed, I have to come up with a new night stand option. Would moving the furniture around in this way give me more floor space or would it pretty much just be the same? I’d like to get new curtains. If I get new curtains, I might as well repaint the room. I like the color of this room, but I could go with a darker shade of blue. Oh wait…I’m supposed to be focusing on my breath right now. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. I’m going to peek at the timer. Okay, one minute left.

Then I wrote about all of this in my journal. I have my Mamaw’s bible and in the notes section she wrote down the dates for when she moved the living room rug and the refrigerator. So writing about moving furniture runs in the family. Also, I had zero expectations about this. I knew that I would not just be able to sit down into meditation and find peace and enlightenment after so many years away from this practice. Creating a habit like this happens in steps. The first step is getting my body used to getting up at this time in the morning. It is making the conscious effort to sit and be present in the early morning hours. The next morning, I got up when the alarm went off. I wrapped myself in my robe and created a comfortable space to sit. Then I chose one of the guided meditations in my meditation timer. It was the kind of guided meditation that made my cynical brain roll it’s eyes, but I listened to it any way. Just when I thought I had had enough, the speaker said “Energy flows into the thing you are focusing on.”

Alright. Those are words I could use.

Where do I want to be sending my energy? More importantly, where am I wasting my energy?

Those are some really good questions to ponder as I get this meditation practice re-established.

Now excuse me. I need to go find the tape measure.

#meditation #rearranging furniture #focus

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networkingdefinition · 5 years ago

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I’m pretending to be a ballplayer. – Ken Fox • I like Halloween. It gives you a chance to dress up like something you’re not, you know? Like when the Miami Dolphins put on football uniforms. – David Letterman • I love finding things that scare me and doing them. That’s how you grow. • I love Halloween and dressing up. I usually have at least three costumes. Audrina Patridge • I love Halloween! I love it so much that I used to work at a haunted house every year.- Daniella Monet • I love Halloween. It reminds me of my happy childhood days as a student at Wampus Elementary School in Armonk, N.Y., when we youngsters used to celebrate Halloween by making decorations out of construction paper and that white paste that you could eat. – Dave Barry • I love scary movies. I like blood and gore, and I love Halloween movies. • I love the spirit of Halloween and the energy that comes with it. Katharine McPhee • I loved New Jersey. I thought it was the greatest place in the world because on Halloween kids could start trick or treating right after school. Isn’t that great? – Joel McHale • I only eat candy on Halloween. No lie. – Michael Trevino • I saw thousands of pumpkins last night come floating in on the tide, bumping up against the rocks and rolling up on the beaches; it must be Halloween in the sea – Richard Brautigan • I see my face in the mirror and go, ‘I’m a Halloween costume? That’s what they think of me?’ – Drew Carey • I sort of have a dark, twisted, offbeat way of writing, which I see coming up in my kids. It’s funny, on Halloween, one of my daughters said, “Halloween isn’t supposed to be happy, dad, it’s supposed to be dark. ” No smiling pumpkins at the Sixx household! Nikki Sixx • I take the palette with me, but I have a lot of makeup. I was a makeup artist when I was younger, but I’m not that good compared with my makeup artist, so I keep things pretty simple. I explore a lot with pink and nude lipsticks, but I love red lipsticks. I love a line and a lash and a brow. So I don’t need a lot, but I have a lot. It’s all there just in case – for Halloween or whatever. Gwen Stefani • I think a lot of times it just looks like Hollywood actors in Halloween costumes, you know? And I think what we’re going to do with Fantastic Four is going to be very grounded and it made sense to me. When I read the script, I didn’t feel like I was reading this larger-than-life, incredible superhero tale. These are all very human people that end up having to become I guess what is known as the Fantastic Four. So for me it was just a really good story and gives me an opportunity to play something different from my own skin. It’s a proper character and that’s my favorite stuff to do. Miles Teller • I think that Michael Myers is an icon. The bad guys, it’s always the bad guys that everybody loves. It’s Michael Myers, it’s Freddy, it’s Jason, they’re like the Dracula and Frankenstein of our generation. I think it started a new wave of horror films. They’re cult classics and they’re something that everybody wants to watch on Halloween. – Danielle Harris • I told Pat I want to be him for Halloween. I almost got hit and I told Pat I should stop teasing him. Tie Domi • I turned down Halloween parties every year, where people wanted zombies raised at the stroke of midnight or some such nonsense. The scarier my reputation got, the more people wanted me to come be scary for them. I’d told Bert I could always go and threaten to shoot all the partygoers, that’d be scary. Bert had not been amused. But he had stopped asking me to do parties. – Laurell K. Hamilton • I used to compete with my brother to see who could get the most Halloween candy, I remember doing that. – Jermell Charlo • I used to dress up as a model for Halloween, like every year. – Chanel Iman • I want to be Michael Clifford for Halloween. – Luke Hemmings • I was kind of a dark kid. I loved Halloween, and I loved vampires and the black and white old monster movies. • I was offered a choice of a flat salary up front or a percentage of the film’s future earnings. I took the up front money. Nobody could have figured what Halloween would ultimately become. Donald Pleasence • I went to a party at the Playboy Mansion once. For a Halloween Party. And everyone wasn’t in costume, or if they were they were little bunnies or something, and I went as Michael Jackson. – January Jones • I wish everyday could be Halloween. We could all wear masks all the time. Then we could walk around and get to know each other before we got to see what we looked like under the masks. R. J. Palacio • I would love if gay men responded to me. All I want is for many gay men to dress up as me for Halloween. – Mindy Kaling • If human beings had genuine courage, they’d wear their costumes every day of the year, not just on Halloween. • If I could’ve picked a birthday it would’ve been on Halloween. Yeah, it’s always been my favorite holiday. Not because it was my birthday, but actually because, I think it was the freedom, you know? When you were a little kid, you got to go out and be an adult for a couple of hours. You got to, like, just go out with your friends and knock on peoples’ doors and be nuts and pull pranks and stuff like that. You could be whoever you wanted to be, you know, I guess that was the appeal to it. – Frank Iero • If I wasn’t even famous or had any success, I would still wake up and put tons of make-up on, and put on a cool outfit. That’s always been who I’ve been my whole life, so that’s never gonna change. I love fashion. I love getting dressed up. I love Halloween, too. – Gwen Stefani • If I were to remake a movie, I’d love to remake Halloween 3 Season of the Witch because even though it’s a very flawed film, at its core is a brilliant idea: An evil toymaker is set to kill all the children of the world on Halloween night – and I think that’s absolutely fantastic. So whoever has the rights can give me a call. – Bryan Fuller • If I’m really honest, I’m not a huge fan of scary films. I remember being a teenager, and people getting out like Halloween [1978] or Saw [2004], and watching them, and I’d kind of just stare at the television logo and blur my eyes and pretend I was watching but I wasn’t because I just found that I would take the movie home with me. I can scare myself like a pro. – Imogen Poots • If people work together, if they can keep a cooperative spirit and use their ingenuity and balance it all with good humor and good will, then there’s nothing to be afraid of. That’s the sappy part of it, … On the other hand, every Halloween for many years when my kids were trick-or-treating I would put on my ‘Ghostbusters’ jumpsuit with a police flashlight to protect all the kids from ghosts. Harold Ramis • If you are an adult, and you are planning to dress up on Halloween… don’t. I will find you. I will hurt you. – Lewis Black • I’ll bet living in a nudist colony takes all the fun out of Halloween.- Charles S. Swartz • I’m a festive guy to begin with and Halloween is my favorite holiday. I went all out on this one costume. It’s a ghoul that makes me approximately 10 feet tall when I wear it. I actually got an offer to work at a haunted house because the costume is so great, and I did it for about an hour and a half before I got too cold and had to quit to go inside. Michigan winters are no joke. – Andre Dirrell • I’m interested in the self. And in the limits and transformations of self. And in self presentation. And in doubt. And in playing with the audience’s expectations. But I don’t like dressing up like on Halloween. – Rachel Zucker • In Cuba they don’t celebrate Halloween but my favorite moments have been trick-or-treating with my kids here in the U.S.: they really enjoy it. – Erislandy Lara • In Halloween, I viewed the characters as simply normal teenagers. Laurie, Jamie Lee’s character, was shy and somewhat repressed. And Michael Myers, the killer, is definitely repressed. They have certain similarities. – John Carpenter • In masks and gown we haunt the street, And knock on doors for trick or treat, Tonight we are the king and queen, For oh tonight it’s Halloween! – Jack Prelutsky • In recent years, there have been reports of people with twisted minds putting razor blades and poison in taffy apples and Halloween candy. It is no longer safe to let your child eat treats that come from strangers. -Ann Landers • In San Francisco, Halloween is redundant. – Will Durst • In some ways, Halloween is much easier for women. They can just dress as sluts, and it’s kind of a costume, if they never do any other time. – Chuck Klosterman • In the midst of all the candy and commercialism, let’s not lose sight of the true meaning of Halloween: tree worship and animal sacrifice. – Dana Gould • It hasn’t even been competitive. That’s the first thing we’re going to have to do is just find a way to stay competitive because these (first two games) have been over by halftime. We saw that last year too (on Halloween). It was 21-3 (Steelers) at the end of the first quarter. Bill Belichick • It took me a moment. I blinked, and suddenly it swam into focus and I had to frown very hard to keep myself from giggling out loud like the schoolgirl Deb had accused me of being. Because he had arranged the arms and legs in letters, and the letters spelled out a single small word: BOO. The three torsos were carefully arranged below the BOO in a quarter-circle, making a cute little Halloween smile. What a scamp. – Jeff Lindsay • It was sort of fun tonight, it was a little exciting on Halloween. Hines Ward • It’s said that All Hallows’ Eve is one of the nights when the veil between the worlds is thin – and whether you believe in such things or not, those roaming spirits probably believe in you, or at least acknowledge your existence, considering that it used to be their own. Even the air feels different on Halloween, autumn-crisp and bright. – Erin Morgenstern • It’s a very appropriate show to be doing around Halloween because it’s very dark and mysterious. There are some great chorus scenes and some dark stuff and funny stuff as well. It’s a really perfect balanced show in many regards.- James Marvel • It’s Halloween! It’s Halloween! The moon is full and bright, And we shall see what can’t be seen, On any other night. Skeletons and ghosts and ghouls, Grinning goblins fighting duels. Werewolves rising from their tombs, Witches on their magic brooms. In masks and gown we haunt the street. And knock on doors for trick or treat. Tonight we are the king and queen, For oh tonight it’s Halloween! – Jack Prelutsky • It’s not a giant thing, like graduation, Mardi Gras, Halloween or New Year’s. We do get business from it. That’s why we put stuff out; we don’t skip it. It’s our big thing for March. – Suzanne Smith • It’s not that I want you to be a certain way–don’t you want a boyfriend?” “Why bother with that? Let’s find incubi.” “Incubi?” “Demons. Plural. Like octopi. And we’re much more likely to find them”–her voice dropped conspiratorially–“while swimming naked in the Atlantic a week before Halloween than practically anywhere else I can think of. Holly Black • I’ve had some movies that have been ridiculed, but that’s OK with me. I don’t feel that really defines me. Should I change who I am to be popular? – Kevin Costner • I’ve seen lots of Halloween people dressed up like me and they’ll send me pictures. And I found that very rewarding to know that I’ve reached anyone. – Bray Wyatt Joe Manganiello • John and I had a few meetings about what direction the sequel should take. I made some real insane suggestions. True to what you’d expect, he ignored them all and just picked up Halloween II where the original left off. Donald Pleasence • John Carpenter created the idea of Halloween, so his vision remains the most focused and intelligently directed of the series. The directors that have followed have kept the original intent of the concept. Donald Pleasence • just because I don’t have on a silly black costume and carry a silly broom and wear a silly black hat, doesn’t mean that I’m not a witch. I’m a witch all the time and not just on Halloween. E. L. Konigsburg • Last Halloween a kid tried to rip my face off. He thought it was a mask. Now it’s different when I open the door the kids hand me candy. – Rodney Dangerfield • Last Halloween I ran out of candy and I had to give the kids nicotine gum. – David Letterman • Like at Halloween: I knew I’d arrived when I saw people dressing up on Halloween as my character. – Jane Badler • Mr. Crossley suddenly wondered why he was why he was worrying about the note. It was only a joke, after all. He cleared his throat. Everyone looked up hopefully. ‘Somebody,’ said Mr. Crossley, ‘seems to have sent me a Halloween message.’ And he read out the note: ‘SOMEONE IN THIS CLASS IS A WITCH.’ 6B thought this was splendid news. Hands shot up all over the room like a bed of beansprouts. ‘It’s me, Mr. Crossley!’ ‘Mr. Crossley, I’m the witch!’ ‘Can I be the witch, Mr. Crossley?’ ‘Me, Mr. Crossley, me, me, me! – Diana Wynne Jones • My favorite memories were never about candy or anything like that. When I got to be a teenager, my friends and I used to get together and do all kinds of crazy stuff on Halloween night. We had a ball starting trouble. Now that I’m more mature I realize that wasn’t the right way to act, but it was the time of my life back then. – Tony Harrison • My favorite time of year is October, Halloween is my favorite holiday, and I know that watching horror movies was such a special thing to me as a child and my only dream is that I get to make it feel like Halloween all year round for other kids, for other weirdos like me. – Matthew Gray Gubler • New Rule: If an Evangelical tries to use Halloween to pimp Jesus to kids, they get to egg his house. On Halloween, the president of the American Family Association urged his flock to hand out a Christian-based comic book instead of candy. Excuse me, Halloween isn’t a time to push your beliefs. You don’t see me handing out pot to kids…Okay, well not the little kids. Bill Maher • No matter what time of year it’s always funny when a person walks by me dressed in religious garb and I say Happy Halloween! – Gary Gulman • Nothing on Earth is so beautiful as the final haul on Halloween night. – Steve Almond • Now, I have a Halloween mask I think you might get a kick out of. That’s scary. – Jay Leno • On Halloween, don’t you know back when you were little, your mom tells you don’t eat any candy until she checks it? I used to be so tempted to eat my candy on the way to other people’s houses. That used to be such a tease. – Derrick Rose • On Halloween, the parents sent their kids out looking like me. Rodney Dangerfield • On Halloween, witches come true; Wild ghosts escape from dreams. Each monster dances in the park.- Nick Gordon • On the Night of the Halloween, I have never seen any evil apparition or fearsome ghost, but politicians on TV! They are the real goblins and specters! Mehmet Murat Ildan • One of the tours we had scheduled – the gaslight tour of Jack the Ripper’s haunts, and on Halloween, no less, was canceled at the last minute. I recommend making sure you know the numbers of your tours and destinations so you can confirm your schedule along the way. Also, though we laugh about it now, the Eiffel Tower was on strike so we couldn’t go up! Andrea Phillips • People give you a hard time about being a kid at twelve. They didn’t want to give you Halloween candy anymore. They said things like, “If this were the Middle Ages, you’d be married and you’d own a farm with about a million chickens on it.” They were trying to kick you out of childhood. Once you were gone, there was no going back, so you had to hold on as long as you could. – Heather O’Neill • People value Halloween, like Valentine’s Day, because they can tell themselves that it’s not merely secularized but actually secular, which is to say, not Christian, Jewish, Hindu or Muslim. – Amity Shlaes • Pixie, kobold, elf, and sprite, All are on their rounds tonight; In the wan moon’s silver ray, Thrives their helter-skelter play. – Joel Benton • Pop culture is more and more about skulls and skeletons and zombies and vampires, and that’s not just on Halloween. Michael Almereyda • Remember when we used to worry about some weirdo having a razor blade inside an apple on Halloween? Not anymore. Like a kid today would eat an apple. Jay Leno • Right. Because there’s no bigger sign of commitment than a Halloween dance – Richelle Mead • Shadows of a thousand years rise again unseen, Voices whisper in the trees, “Tonight is Halloween!” – Dexter Kozen • She liked anything orange: leaves; some moons; marigolds; chrysanthemums; cheese; pumpkin, both in pie and out; orange juice; marmalade. Orange is bright and demanding. You can’t ignore orange things. She once saw an orange parrot in the pet store and had never wanted anything so much in her life. She would have named it Halloween and fed it butterscotch. Her mother said butterscotch would make a bird sick and, besides, the dog would certainly eat it up. September never spoke to the dog again — on principle. – Catherynne M. Valente • Since I was 15 years old I’ve never been able to spend Christmas, Halloween or Thanksgiving (with friends and family). This was the first time I was able to enjoy a Super Bowl. – Brendan Shanahan • So when I open the door on Halloween, I am confronted by three or four imaginary heroes, such as G.I. Joe, Conan the Barbarian and Oliver North, who would look very terrifying except that they are three feet tall and facing in random directions. They stand there silently for several seconds before an adult voice hisses from the darkness behind them: “Say ‘Trick or treat! – Dave Barry • So when it came to making the movie I guess I had a really good sense innately of what it was that makes Halloween really great. In that it is a holiday for everybody now. When I was a kid I felt like it was mostly for kids, maybe that’s just the way it always is when you’re a kid, but I think now more than ever it’s for grown ups too. When I was a kid I don’t think there were quite as many sexy adult costumes and we definitely didn’t have all these Spirit Halloween stores that pop up every October. – Michael Dougherty • Speak out, educate, do not be intimidated by the apologists, and do not let extreme racism be mainstreamed. Hopefully there will come a time when we don’t need to tell our kids that Halloween is no excuse for hate, and that blackface has no place in a civilized society. Christine Pelosi • Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires. William Shakespeare • Studio 54 made Halloween in Hollywood look like a PTA meeting. Lorna Luft • Target launch date for Falcon I maiden flight is Halloween(October 31) from our island launch complex in the Kwajalein Atoll. For potential customers out there, I should mention that Kwajalein has some of the worlds best scuba diving and snorkeling! It is literally a tropical paradise. Elon Musk • Technically my dog’s naked most of the time. Except halloween, when I dress him up as Liza Minelli. – Craig Ferguson • That’s definitely true! It was before my father died, so I can’t attribute it to an obsession with death. When I was seven, I loved those old Sherlock Holmes movies with Basil Rathbone. The Scarlet Claw was one of my faves. And I loved all the Halloween’s and that film about the haunted house… Burnt Offerings, with Oliver Reed. Every birthday party was a slumber party and we’d watch horror films. – Cate Blanchett • That’s why we’re doing this, to defend our traditions a little. I don’t have anything against it (Halloween), but it’s not our tradition. Fernando Flores • The artist must bow to the monster of his own imagination. – Richard Wright • The biggest surprise was a picture my mom sent me, just about the time that we were about to wrap up the book, of me as a 5-year-old dressed in my first Halloween costume that she made for me. I said, “What’s this? I never saw this photo.” And she said, “We made you this black-and-orange Halloween costume out of crepe paper” – we were too poor to have fabric back then – “and you wanted to go as the Queen Of Halloween.” And I was like, “What?” And she said, “Yeah, the Princess Of Halloween, the Queen Of Halloween, something like that. – Cassandra Peterson • The first Halloween was very well made. The second one was also well made, though I didn’t like it as well as the first one. The third one had nothing to do with the series at all and perhaps shouldn’t have been made at all. Donald Pleasence • The holiday is clearly growing in importance for the industry. Halloweens fun, enjoyable and doesn’t require a big investment to celebrate. The primary focus is the child and families typically do all they can to make sure the children have fun. – Richard Hastings • The idea is to make sure that these sex offenders are occupied with constructive matters and not focused on the children who may be knocking at their doors this Halloween Andrew Spano • The idea of dying and coming back is what makes the Halloween films work. Donald Pleasence • The Jawbreaker writer-director Darren Stein was a huge fan of Carrie and Halloween. He was like a kid. He was 26, so he was such a fan. He wanted William Katt and I, from Carrie, to be in the movie as the parents. We had a little bit more that ended up on the cutting-room floor, but that was kind of fun. Everybody that worked on that movie was really cool, including the girls, especially the new girl, the blonde, Judy Greer. – P. J. Soles • The perfect weather of Indian Summer lengthened and lingered, warm sunny days were followed by brisk nights with Halloween a presentiment in the air.- Wallace Stegner • The Queens Of The Stone Age have teamed up with multimedia wizard brain Liam Lynch to make the video for ‘Burn The Witch’ , a home-made affair that’s just in time for Halloween. For the band, playing both the roles of cast and crew paid ginormous dividends, in the form of a video that cuts the heads off all contemporaries . – Joshua Homme • Then, finally, the third year, begging the parents, I got the Superman Halloween costume. Cardboard box, self-made top, mask included. Remember the rubber band on the back of that mask? That was a quality item there, wasn’t it? That was good for about 10 seconds before it snapped out of that cheap little staple they put it in there with. – Jerry Seinfeld • There is nothing funny about Halloween. This sarcastic festival reflects, rather, an infernal demand for revenge by children on the adult world. Jean Baudrillard • There’s going to be a Halloween costume [of lavash from Sausage Party]. The whole thing is just so ridiculous. It’s nice. It’s silly, and it’s surreal. – David Krumholtz • They take the greats from the past and compare us. I wonder if they’d ever survive in this era. In a time where it’s recreation, to pull all your skeletons out the closet like Halloween decorations. – Drake • This Halloween, the most popular mask is the Arnold Schwarzenegger mask. And the best part? With a mouth full of candy you will sound just like him. Conan O’Brien • Two Polish men at Halloween with burned faces. What happened? They were bobbing for french fries. – Henny Youngman • Waiting is one of life’s hardships. It is hard enough to wait for chocolate cream pie while burnt roast beef is still on your plate. It is plenty difficult to wait for Halloween when the tedious month of September is still ahead of you. But to wait for one’s adopted uncle to come home while a greedy and violent man is upstairs was one of the worst waits the Baudelaires had ever experienced. – Daniel Handler • Want to continue to try and break the barrier between male and female. If you want to do that, that’s fine. At our shows, it’s like a Halloween party, which isn’t a bad thing. I’d like to see more of it actually. – Twiggy • We had nine pails of candy for Halloween, now we are down to one. They go for a lot of the candy mixes. I think that they buy them for themselves sometimes. Brenda V. Smith • We post photos of the Halloween costumes and the mustaches made of cupcake frosting. We don’t record the tantrums?and that’s as it should be. But we shouldn’t mistake that for reality. It’s stagecraft. Libby Copeland • We talked to a lot of filmmakers who had worked on other anthologies and we looked at every anthology, and we wanted to just find a different way [for Tales of Halloween]. And being that unity was what the whole spirit of the project was – unity and friendship and community. – Mike Mendez • We used to go around tipping outhouses over, or turning over corn shocks on Halloween. Anything to be mean. – Loretta Lynn • We were a family that made our Halloween costumes. Or, more accurately, my mother made them. She took no suggestions or advice. Halloween costumes were her territory. She was the brain behind my brothers winning girl costume, stuffing her own bra with newspapers for him to wear under a cashmere sweater and smearing red lipstick on his lips. – Ann Hood • We’ve become great friends with Rob Zombie, and I gave him my original script for Halloween for his 40th birthday. Like, Nicolas Cage was there with a shrunken head he brought as a gift, all these things, and I’m thinking, “What can I give Rob Zombie? This is very weird.” And I just happened to look at my pile of scripts and I went, “My kids don’t need all these. I think I’ll give him my original Halloween script, since he told me that was his favorite movie, and I was his favorite actress from that time period.” I said, “He deserves to have that.” – P. J. Soles • We’ve got a major scandal with Clinton. Plus, Halloweens on a Saturday this year. – C. Sue Carter • We’ve never done a coordinated music effort. Everything else we’ve done has been around a holiday – Halloween, Mardi Gras, half way to Mardi Gras, St. Patrick’s Day. – Craig Johnson • What we think of as Halloween is really the product of media barons, city mayors, and candy-makers. You know, before the 1920s, Halloween was really a terrible, terrible night. Chuck Palahniuk • When I came off the Halloween movies, they were very stressful movies to make. That had been four very stressful years. I’m happy with how they turned out, but getting the end results took so much fighting with people and so much craziness, that at the end of it I was so burnt out. Rob Zombie • When I was a kid I got busted for throwing a rock through a car window and egging a house on halloween. – Gavin DeGraw • When I was a kid my family was really poor and I remember one Halloween I wanted to dress up really scary and my parents came home with a duck costume. I wore that costume for years! I hated it. R. L. Stine • When I was eighteen, River Phoenix was far and away my hero. Think of all those early great performances – My Own Private Idaho. Stand by Me. I always wanted to meet him. One night, I was at this Halloween party, and he passed me. He was beyond pale – he looked white. Before I got a chance to say hello, he was gone, driving off to the Viper Room, where he fell over and died. That’s a lesson. – Leonardo DiCaprio • When I was just five years old, I loved the scary layer and the symbolical power of the red cloak. I made my mom make me that red cloak, and I had to wear it on Halloween, two years in a row. – Catherine Hardwicke • When it comes to romance, I’m really simple. I am really a ‘dinner and a movie’ type of person, and I love food, so surprise me and order something different or adventurous when it comes to food, and I’m like a kid at Halloween. Sasha Grey • Who are you writing to, Linus?” “This is the time of year to write to the Great Pumpkin. On Halloween Night, the Great Pumpkin rises out of his pumpkin patch and flies through the air with his bag of toys for all the children!” “You must be crazy! When are you going to stop believing in something that isn’t true?” “When *you* stop believing in that fellow with a red suit and the white beard who goes, ‘Ho, ho, ho!'” “We’re obviously separated by denominational differences. – Charles M. Schulz • With Halloween coming this weekend, they say not one person in the country is planning to dress up as Governor Sarah Palin. You know why? … The costume costs $150,000. – Jay Leno • With Halloween on a Monday this year, that gives people a chance to have parties on Friday, Saturday or Sunday. – Suzanne Smith • With Halloween, the director was this genius wonder boy who was the writer, director, producer, along with his girlfriend. They were this team, and they were making this small movie, and it was just completely different, but it was really inspiring and a lot of fun, and also allowed me to do a lot of improvisation, because they just depended on the girls to expand their parts to bring some real life, being girls ourselves, to the characters. – P. J. Soles • With the garden I planted for the Reina Sofia, each plant related to different celebrations along the calendar – Christmas with evergreen trees, Valentine’s Day with roses, Halloween with pumpkins. All these symbols are so culturally loaded, but they are organic living entities – just like the fish in the tanks. They grow on their own. The symbolic ecosystem is growing without a narrative anymore. It’s a physical and mental landscape. – Pierre Huyghe • You kids have fun, and be home by Thanksgiving!” our parents would call to us on Halloween night, as we staggered out the front door, weighed down by hundreds of pounds of concealed vandalism supplies, including enough raw eggs to feed Somalia for decades. By morning, thanks to our efforts, the entire neighborhood would be covered with a layer of congealed shaving cream and toilet paper that, around certain unpopular neighbors’ homes, was hundreds of feet thick. This is how the Appalachian Mountains were formed.- Dave Barry • You look at Cheney, Rumsfeld, Karl Rove, and Bush – if you saw them on Halloween, they wouldn’t need a costume. You’d give them a treat and compliment them on what great-looking demons they were. They are demons. There’s no doubt about it. Tommy Chong • You would think that Halloweens tomorrow because of their attempt to scare the American public. Jim Sensenbrenner • You’ll see everything from gold teeth to hood ornaments. It’s almost like Halloween during August. David Carson

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The Sequel - 898

Black Belt

André Schürrle, Juan Mata, other Chelsea/BVB players, and random awesome OC’s (okay they’re less random now but they’re still pretty awesome)

original epic tale

all chapters of The Sequel

Fried panko prawns with arugula, mango, and red chili salad with Melocha sauce, crispy flatbread topped with sautéed wild mushrooms, more arugula, goat cheese, and truffle oil, Brazilian Picanha, ribeye, beef tenderloin, flank steak, Australian lamb chops, and Achiote marinated chicken carved at the table, and chaufa rice with chicken and egg tortilla- Christina tried a little of everything while Juan and his DJ friend and the guy’s manager talked about Manchester United. He made sure to tell them how much she hated that phase of his career, and how much she hated Manchester itself, just to ensure there would be extra teasing. Kyrre and his manager, Myles, were nice people. They were funny and easy-going. Juan got along with them really well. They talked music and football together like old friends, and had plenty of more getting-to-know-you type conversations too. The rider made cameos in all the conversations, and led a few when asked about her horses and the Olympics. She felt like she was contributing just enough to sound smart, funny, and interesting, without trying to inject herself into everything, without asking a million questions, and without seeking attention. One reason she ate so much food was the mixture of self-exclusion and lack of interest. She wanted to make a good impression, and reflect well upon her friend, but she was also tired, kind of bored, and really into the delicious Toro Toro food. Each time a server appeared at their table with a giant skewer of meat, she was the first to pass her plate over for a piece. She was also a little afraid the big EDM star would judge her music tastes if she discussed them too much. Only one of his songs tickled her fancy, after all, and it happened to be because Selena Gomez did the singing on it.

The restaurant was morphing into a lounge by the time Christina was declining dessert. Half of it was all comfortable seats and low tables anyway, meant for cocktails and hanging out, listening to the Latin DJ performing somewhere far enough from the foursome’s regular table that they only had to shout a little to hear each other rather than shout a lot. It was a pretty big place, and decorated kind of generically for such a high profile spot. The German girl and the Spanish guy had seen luxury hotel restaurants just like it all over the world. The vibe was nice though, and along with the more loungey atmosphere taking over late at night came a sense that fewer people were watching. Christina always felt in Qatar like there was someone ready to scold her like the security guard at Al Shaqab. Also, not a single person recognized Kygo, and only one stopped her date for a selfie, on the way into the hotel. The less noticeable she felt Juan was, the more free she felt to be unguarded with him. She could lean on him, or touch his arm, and not worry that it would become a “thing”.

“I’d love another one of these though,” she said about her cocktail. The actual alcohol in it was a mystery, but it tasted like apple, orange, lime, and bitters, with ginger ale.

“Are you lubricating for dancing?” the Chelsea man asked back with a warm smile. He paid the right amount of attention to her throughout dinner, and she appreciated it. He also spoke very proudly about her, and she loved that. “She loves Latin music,” he explained to his friends.

“No. I’m saving my dancing for tomorrow.” The girl in the sheer black button-up winked at the artist and then busied herself with refolding the sleeves that had been falling down all night. Her top was loose and comfortable and the tiny rouched cuffs refused to stay rolled near her elbows. She turned to Juan when the sleeve was somewhat secure again. “Can you go away for a minute?” she requested sweetly. “I need to speak to Kyrre about your Christmas present.”

“I guess,” he chuckled, his eyes doing an entry-level performance of the exploding mosaic thing she loved so much. I hope I didn’t just give it away, Christina worried, afraid that his happiness was an indication that he already knew what she intended to give him for Christmas. He got up and took his phones with him, and after a short trip to the men’s room he returned an interesting call, to André.

“Hey man, how’s it going?” the BVB player asked pleasantly enough when he answered. It wasn’t quite so late in Dortmund yet, so he was just heading back to the sofa after putting Lukas to bed.

“Everything is good. You said to call you back when I’m alone. I’m alone, for the most part,” Juan clarified, glancing around the entrance to the restaurant from where he loitered sort of between there and the hallway with the bathrooms.

“Yeah, I was just wondering...is Chris okay? Her ankle, I mean. She’s not hobbling around is she? Or pretending it’s fine but it’s actually terrible?” André collapsed heavily on the leather couch in his big boy playroom and then immediately regretted not grabbing the TV remote first. Spencer and Lucky both hopped up next to him and then took turns standing on his stomach with their front paws.

“No more than usual, I don’t think. She wrapped a zip bag of ice on it for the ride from the show to the hotel tonight. Why are you asking me instead of her?” Juan sounded slightly disapproving, but mostly curious.

“She went to see Müll yesterday and she said it went fine and there was nothing new going on with either ankle, but then one of the Dortmund doctors handed me a bottle of pills today that he said is for Chris from Müll, because she didn’t know of a pharmacy to tell him to call in the prescription. I get everything from the club, you know, and when she was sick last month her doctor had the medications to give her. We didn’t have to go get them. Well, there was some over the counter things too...”

“What are they for? Are they painkillers or something to make it better?”

“They’re for pain, yeah. I don’t want to call her and interrogate,” the German forward sighed. “I hate to cause problems when she’s at a show, and I don’t want to sound like I don’t trust her. So I was just wondering if she seems like she’s in a lot of pain.”

“Not really. It’s normal that she ices it, no?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you want me to ask her about it? Not about the pills, obviously, but the doctor visit? She told me the same thing, that it was fine and nothing new came of it.”

“I don’t know. Maybe just...Just watch and see how she is. Where is she right now?”

“We’re still at dinner. I got up to use the restroom. She’s been a little quieter than normal but I think it was the food. Too busy eating to talk.”

“Okay. Well just let me know if you see anything...weird,” André finished with a shrug. Occasions uniting him and his wife’s boyfriend were always “weird” too, but sometimes he found it reassuring to have a partner in watching out for her wellbeing. The surprise pills really bothered him. He hated the conclusion that she was deliberately hiding anything from him, but something relating to her health was extra disturbing, and something relating to pain medicine, which she’d had issues with before, was even worse. He hoped it was all just an oversight- that she forgot to mention the drugs. The only problem with his hope was that it came with no explanation for why she’d need any drugs to forget in the first place if she weren’t concealing new, worsened pain, or worse.

“I will.”

“Thanks.”

“I’m sure she’ll call you when we get back...”

“Yeah.”

“All right, well...”

“Okay, ciao.”

“Bye.”

Juan returned to the rectangular booth, where Christina was holding court. The Christmas gift discussion must have been short, because she was talking about how the top dressage riders have professionals compose a bespoke score for their musical freestyle classes from scratch rather than simply using a track or doing an amateur job of cobbling clips together. She was also talking about how much she preferred recognizable tunes for dressage tests, either in whole or in part, because familiarity creates an emotional link to the audience right away, and an engaged audience can help the horse, and their energy about the test can help subliminally sway the judges. A little mistake here and there might not be punished as severely if the whole arena is loving the mood of the test, for example.

“Are there any events with music for jumping?” the composer at the table inquired curiously as Juan watched her sip from just her second short cocktail.

“Not specifically. Lots of shows play generic pop songs over the PA during rounds in not very big classes. Usually you get quiet for a grand prix course. There’s always loud music queued up for the end of the course if it’s a good one. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve jumped a clear round and then almost bit the dust because the second we land on the other side of the last fence they blast Katy Perry or something and the horse flips out. And then sometimes for fun classes, like gambler’s choice or hit and hurry, you can actually choose your “walk out” music.”

“Which do you pick?”

“Depends on the horse and the occasion but I love to go with Crockett’s Theme from Miami Vice. It’s Jan Hammer,” the equestrian giggled, blushing.

“I know Jan Hammer!” Kyrre exclaimed.

“Personally, or like, know the music?”

“Both!”

“You have no idea how much headache you’ve just come in for,” Juan snorted. “She will want an introduction now, so that she can make a music video with her favorite horse and Jan Hammer.”

“That is 100% correct. I’m going to need that hookup!”

“We can do that,” Myles nodded.

“Yay!” Christina clapped, her face all lit up with excitement and alcohol, and then leaned into Juan’s ear beside her to whisper, “Can we go soon?” I’m stuffed and tired, the rider thought. And it’s getting louder in here, and it’s not even the good kind of Latin music. I don’t think Juanin is desperate to stay. We’ve been here almost two hours.

“Of all the artists I’ve been asked to link someone up with, never has it been Jan Hammer.”

“Chris is...original,” the Spanish player commented. “And she turns into a pumpkin at midnight during competitions, so I’m going to have to get her back to the hotel.”

It took another 20 minutes to finish drinks and settle the bill, and 15 more to get back to the Four Seasons. Christina didn’t actually want to go to bed yet. She asked Juan if he was interested in finding a hidden lounger in the mazey garden around and between the swimming pools, and just hanging out for a little while with the smell of the sea and the din of the people closing down the beach bar. He was down. And he was picky about the lounger. After rejecting two of her suggestions, he selected the most private and secluded bed, near the grotto, concealed from the balconies above by a canopy, shielded from people walking on the main thoroughfare by tall and dense plants, and lit only with the obscured lights embedded in the walls of the shallow pool next to them. They put the back of the lounger up at about 45-degrees and got comfortable right away. The Spaniard had a light cardigan to put over his tee and was thus warmer than the girl in the silk harem pants and see-through shirt, so she snuggled up to him and stole his warmth. Naturally she shed her heels.

“Don’t let me fall asleep,” she yawned once settled in the perfect spot. Juan had an arm around her and was preparing to show her the videos he made of Socks and Rio earlier on his phone.

“I’m surprised you’re so tired, cariña. It wasn’t the busiest day. Did you take anything for your ankle that makes you sleepy?”

“Nah. We stayed up late last night, and then you didn’t let me nap!”

“How is your ankle? It’s okay?”

“Same as always. It hurts a little extra right this second from walking around in those shoes.” Christina drew her right leg up and rested her heel on the player’s stomach to poke and squeeze her Achilles. It was the usual amount of swollen. “Daniel’s been trying to talk me into trying new lightweight stirrups. Almost everybody uses them. I like my old school ones though. I have traditional irons on all my saddles.”

“Can’t hurt to try, right?”

“I dunno. It’s hard to change something you’ve been using forever.”

“Can you get your foot out of my stomach now?”

“Sorry,” she laughed as she righted her pant leg and put her foot back down next to his. “Did you enjoy dinner? The food was so good.”

“Good company.”

“They’re cool. It’s really nice of them to get passes and stuff for all the guys.”

“I think I should tell you something.”

“You have a big gay crush on Kygo?”

“I told him you think all his music sounds exactly the same and that he’s a one piano trick pony.”

“Juanin!”

“I’m kidding!” the Blues midfielder sniggered while under attack from small but mighty pinching fingers. Two of them got a hold of his nipple and squeezed mercilessly. His knees curled up and he tried to twist away from the assailant. “I didn’t tell him! Stop!”

“Oh shut up, you probably like it,” Christina quipped after being forced to let go. She couldn’t reach over his arm when he turned all the way to the right, away from her. He rubbed his abused right nipple while pretending to be in great pain, and then snatched her hand to drag under his arm and squeeze right in front of his chest. The squeeze tightened enough to make her complain about the pain, and then he lightened up the grip but kept the hand for a few seconds, like he was hugging it, like when they were in bed or on the couch and she was the big spoon.

“Don’t start fights you don’t want to see to the end,” he advised her.

“You started it!”

“And now I own your hand. It’s mine. You’ll have to pay me to have it back.” Juan tugged her palm all the way up to his mouth and gently bit down on one of her knuckles. Her eyes were rolling.

“What’s it going to cost me?” she snorted.

“A lot. I’m very wealthy, cariña. I can already buy most things.”

“Name your price.” She pulled on her hand, found it completely trapped, and wiggled her fingers. Inside, she enjoyed the imprisonment. She enjoyed Juan being affectionate in any form.

“You know what it is,” he confidently replied.

“One miiiiillion pounds.”

“No. It’s actually not a monetary fee. It’s something else.”

“Then I have no idea.”

“What’s the one thing I want and can’t buy?”

“You can’t literally have my hand, Juanin. We’re not getting married at the Four Seasons Doha.” Christina was just kidding around, as she was sure her friend was, but the growing frustration in her voice was real.

“Besides that,” he droned back. “Think harder. What do I want?”

“How should I- No! You can keep my hand. We are not having butt sex!”

“Shhh!” The Chelsea star let go of her hand and rolled over quickly to cover her mouth with his own palm. Loudly talking about anal sex at the Four Seasons Doha was an even worse idea than getting married there. His girlfriend glared above his digits. He held the other pointer to his lips to emphasize the “shush”, and then slowly removed his hand from her natural pink lips.

“We are not having butt sex!” she whispered.

“Why not? Why don’t you trust me?” He relaxed back against the lounger and smiled with warmth and calm. Technically he was hounding her to do something she made clear she never wanted to do, but he wasn’t being a terrible jerk about it. There was even a palpable sense, to Christina, that he was mostly still just kidding around. “You don’t trust that I know what feels good?”

“It’s gross. It’s icky. It’s degrading.”

“It doesn’t have to be any of those things. At least let me get you started- let me show you how good it can feel.” Juan wrapped his hand around one of hers and folded down all of her fingers but one, which he held up between them. “At least try it. Just a finger. One. You don’t have to do the full thing the first time.” His persistence was annoying, but his genuine care for her showed in his persuasive case too. He truly believes that I’ll like it, she realized, perhaps for the first time. I’ve always just assumed he loves it and wants that and it would be great if I just tolerated it and let him do it. But he seriously thinks I’ll like it, she sighed to herself. I don’t know why. He’s yet to be wrong in that department, but come on. What could be enjoyable about sticking things up your butt if you’re a girl? This isn’t like when I was younger and said there’s no way any girl likes giving head and just pretends to please her boyfriend and then I found out that it can actually be totally awesome. This is objectively gross!

“Are you thinking it over, or...”

“It’s so...unclean though,” she complained, whining. “Even if for some inexplicable reason I did like the feeling, it’s so ewwww. The smells involved! I can cope with horse poop and baby poop and even toddler poop but I can’t cope with them in a sex environment. That’s so not sexy! What if something icky happens? You’ll never not think of it whenever we’re having sex! You’ll make fun of me forever. Or you’ll just be totally grossed out and never turned on around me again. It’s also not even safe. There are infections!”

“Oh come, I won’t make fun of you. Baby girl I know what I’m doing. I know how to be safe, and nothing gross will happen.”

“You say that like you’re some kind of anal sex pro,” Christina bristled. This is one of those times when he makes me feel like a dumb kid because he is old and wise and experienced. Bah humbug. Look at his face though. That face is like...begging to be trusted. “How many girls’ butts have you fucked?” she asked in a tone befitting of the age she felt, maturity wise, in comparison to him. The Spaniard’s eyes shifted away from hers and he began to mumble numbers.

“Carry the two...”

“Juanin!”

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding,” he man-giggled at her, reaching to take a hold of her other hand so that he had both in his possession. His laughter and smile said he was having a ball with the teasing, even as he promised not to make fun of her if anything embarrassing happened. “Do you really want to know?”

“Yes.”

“Four.”

“Taylor...”

“Taylor, Alexis, a random girl I saw a few times years ago, and my first girlfriend.”

“And did they want to do it or did they just do it for you? Weh- Lex definitely wanted it, right? She had “cum in my butt” written all over her.”

“Three of them already liked it, and the other we just tried together and enjoyed it.”

“I’ll take all of this into consideration but don’t get your hopes up,” Christina warned. He nodded and winked at her.

“It’s a start. Now relax. You look so stressed.”

“You’re stressing me out! Plus, why are you so obsessed with this? Is my vagina not satisfying enough? Am I boring you? You need to-“

“Shhhh! And no. Your vagina is...by far the best place my dick has ever been.”

“Riiiight.” Despite her continued dismissive eye rolling, the German girl stretched out on her half of the chaise again and snuggled into the player’s chest, where she had been perfectly at home before he said whatever he did that made her try to pinch him in the first place. She couldn’t remember. As she finally got still and relaxed inside and out, the sound of the sea in the distance returned, she could make out laughter and music from the bar, and their hiding place felt cozy and nice again.

“I swear, that’s the truth. I’m not obsessed with anal. I just think you’d like it. I like to make you feel good. You don’t know how good it can feel to have so many different places stimulated at once.”

“Yeah, sure. You’re always talking about it for me. Nothing to do with you.”

“Do you want me to never bring it up again?”

“I don’t care.”

“Can I have a kiss?” The Chelsea man asked sweetly. Specifically, he asked in a voice no one but his girlfriend ever heard. It was cute, and intimate, and kind of immature almost. It was only ever used at close quarters, in private. In was flirty but in a way reserved for only the person he didn’t need to flirt with anymore. He’d never use it to speak to some new girl he flirted with for fun. It was like his version of the little girl voice Christina used in very affectionate situations. She scooted up a little and pursed her lips together for the smooch. “I love you,” he added after, in the same voice, while she nuzzled into his sweater.

“I love when you’re sweet-boyfriend Juanin and not black-belt-in-anal-sex Juanin.”

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