#con surfboards

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Too hot to be true

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 16

Prompt: Modern AU

Rated: T

CW: none

Tags: Modern AU; Podcaster!Eddie; Steve and Dustin are brothers; sexual tension

Eddie almost snorts his morning cereal through his nose when he checks his messages, because - yeah, right.

Eddie pls answer me, the message starts. 

If that wasn’t enough, it is decorated with a veritable explosion of red exclamation marks. 

As if that wasn't enough, the guy in the profile picture looks like he walked right out of a wet dream. Big, hazel eyes and a beaming smile under a shock of wet, windswept hair. He's leaning on a surfboard, tanned chest sprinkled with shiny droplets of water. Eddie absolutely wouldn't mind pushing him down into the sand, tracing those glorious pecs with sun-warmed lips - if he were real, that is.

"Nice try, big boy," he mumbles and hits the block button. "Can you believe how persistent these scammers are getting? I dunno what they think you earn making podcasts and vlogs for video game nerds, but- … sorry, did you say something?" 

Chrissy scowls at him for a second longer, but then she shakes her head and sets down her coffee. 

"Just asked when that kid will be here." 

Eddie checks his phone. "Any minute now, the flight arrived an hour ago." 

She picks up her bag and they walk into the hallway together. 

"You really think it's a good idea? Him staying here?" 

Eddie shrugs. "It's only for the con. And Dustin’s a cool kid. Way smarter than his age, and his podcast slaps. Maybe we can record an episode or two together, that would- … what?" 

Chrissy still has this unhappy look on her face. 

"Eds," she says. "He's a fifteen-year-old you met online. I'm surprised his parents allowed this." 

Eddie laughs and holds out her coat. "Don't worry about it. His brother is chaperoning him, so it'll all be perfectly prudent. Dustin said he'd reach out, but somehow- oh, that'll be them." 

If Chrissy was going to say anything else, it's lost under the sound of the doorbell. Eddie opens and is promptly tackled by a curly-haired blur in a baseball cap. 

"Eddie!" Dustin cheers, "So cool to finally meet you in person, you won't believe what happened on the flight. That one guy…" 

But Eddie doesn't hear what the guy on the flight did, hardly processes how Chrissy pushes past them, mumbling something about needing to catch her bus. He's too busy gaping at the guy standing in the apartment door. Because he saw him just a few minutes ago. 

Granted, he's carrying a bulging suitcase instead of a surfboard, and he's wearing decidedly more clothes, but Eddie is pretty damn sure he'd know that ridiculously handsome face anywhere. Even though those pretty eyes are narrowed in an impressive deathglare now, and instead of a smile, those plush lips are twisted in a vicious scowl. 

"Oh," Dustin says offhandedly, shouldering past Eddie and into the apartment as if he owns the place. "This is my brother Steve. I don't think you’ve talked?" 

"No," the guy drawls, spearing Eddie with his gaze. "We haven't." 

If Dustin notices the tension hanging in the air, he masterfully ignores it. 

"Cool," he chirps. "Where do we sleep? I promised Mom I'd call once we're here."

"Chrissy's room," Eddie mumbles. The collar of his flannel is feeling too tight all of a sudden and when the fuck did it get so warm in here? "She's staying with her girlfriend over the weekend."

Dustin doesn't even wait for him to finish the sentence, just bustles down the hall and into Chrissy’s room. Eddie is left alone with the brother. 

The very hot, very mad brother who's still leaning in the open doorway, looking at him as though he just kicked a kitten. 

Well, shit. 

"Sooo," Eddie tries. "Steve, is it? Would you like to come in?" 

"Oh?" Steve’s eyebrows climb all the way up to the roots of his hair - neither wet nor windswept, but so absurdly floofy Eddie wants to bury his fingers in it and yank. "Can I? You're not gonna, like… block me on sight?" 

Eddie winces, even as his stupid, smart-ass mouth answers. "Don't think that's how it works in real life, dude." 

Steve's scowl deepens. Eddie wants to simultaneously cringe away and throw himself at him. It's a very weird feeling, to say the least.

"I dunno. I've been trying to contact you through every available platform for days, and you've been doing a pretty impressive job of it." 

"Yeah, sorry about that," Eddie blurts. "In my defense, I thought you were a scammer." 

The annoyance on Steve’s face is joined by confusion. He cocks his head. It makes him look like an upset puppy. 

"A scammer?" 

Eddie nods, brain-to-mouth filter rapidly eroding. "Or a pornbot. Real users usually aren't that hot." 

Steve opens his mouth. Lets out a strangled sort of croak. Shuts it again. A blush is rapidly creeping out of his shirt collar, pink and pretty.

"Told you," Dustin hollers from stage left. "Not a good profile pic." 

"Shut up, dipshit," Steve retaliates and finally pushes into the apartment. Eddie's grin drops off his face as the suitcase is pressed into his hands and he sags under the weight. 

"C'mon." 

Steve, already half on his way to the kitchen, turns, and Eddie is treated to a smile. It's just a ghost of the one from the profile picture - which is probably just as well, because if Steve unleashed the real thing on him here and now, he might as well go blind. 

"I got up in the middle of the night to catch that flight. You can fix me a coffee, and then you're gonna unblock me. If you're nice, I'll maybe let you follow me back." 

Eddie gulps as he trails after him into the apartment. It's gonna be an awkward weekend.

All my holiday drabbles

[toxicanonymity]

BuzzFeed Quiz: Which joelkémon are you most compatible with?

🚨 OMG @missannwinchester made a BuzzFeed quiz in collaboration with @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog to find out which of my Joels you're most compatible with and it's amazing and beautiful 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 blog FAQ. Text version below the cut.

I got Night Walks, hell yeah 💚. but I'm gonna take it more times bc as usual I had some indecision and it has six Joels, five of whom I want 😅😅 The six results:

Night walks

Raider Joel

Left in Lincoln

Stepdad

Thighs Out

Vampire

Text descriptions of options:

(reading the blocks left to right). If you want to send your answers I can take the quiz for you.

Color: red, white, green, Black, yellow, or blue

Perfect date: movie, a meal at a restaurant by the ocean, opera/theater, cozy night in with fireplace, a jetski, a picnic

Your Perfect weather: sunny no clouds, cloudy, thunderstorm, rainy, sunny with some light clouds, one backlit cloud in a very blue sky

Holiday destination: a camper in the desert, a palm tree in the ocean, a woodsy cottage, Paris (Eiffel tower), a pool at night, a castle

Favorite food: Pizza, casserole, soup, Steak, tacos, poultry

Place to live: rocky coast, very modern house with big windows, a modern house more warmly lit with big windows and a tree, a white house with a dark roof taking up much of the pic,  white house with red door and shutters, a rustic looking cabin by a lake and mountains but no woods 

Outfit: closeup of a blue bikini or bra, long white floral dress in a field, red floral minidress, jeans and a sweater, bikini with a surfboard, yoga pants and sports bra

What you look for in a partner: loyalty, openness, independence, sensitivity, composure, looks

Lyrics: a. "I think you're sweet like rock candy warm like beaches that leave me sandy why do you leave me with watercolor eyes" b. "You're a careless con and a reckless liar but baby nobody can compare to the way you get down, down, down" c. "I'm smokin while I'm running on my treadmill, but I'm cutting up rkses. Could it be I fell for another loser" d. "It took 13 beaches to find one empty but finally it's mine. with dripping peaches I'm camera ready almost all the time." e. "She wore blue velvet bluer than velvet was the night softer than satin was the light from the stars. F. "But if you send for me you know I'll come and if you call for me you know I'll run to you I'll run to you I'll run run run."

Drink: beer, piña colada, champagne, whiskey, tequila shot, red wine. 

[taz-ma-raz-skylar]

Taz Skylar on training his body and cooking skills ahead of One Piece Season 2!

Taz Skylar was met with an overwhelmingly warm welcome from One Piece fans at the 2024 MEFCC

By Sarah Kuleib ( February 15, 2024 )

Every pirate crew needs a cook. With a captain like Monkey D Luffy, whose ship seems to sail to the sounds of his stomach, finding a cook who could whip up the most delicious bowl of fried rice to join the Straw Hat Pirates was pretty high on his priority list. Luffy finds his cook in Sanji, and Netflix’s smash hit One Piece finds their Sanji in Taz Skylar.

When the Spanish-British-Lebanese Olivier Award-nominated actor was announced to be playing the romantic chef, Sanji, in Netflix’s live-action adaptation of One Piece, Skylar was catapulted to international stardom.

Skylar and his co-star Iñaki Godoy (Luffy), were recently in Abu Dhabi for the 12th edition of the Middle East Film and Comic Con (MEFCC), where they were met by thousands of passionate fans in straw hats queuing up for hours to take photographs, get autographs, and witness the pair’s charming interactions at panel discussions.

Esquire Middle East sat down with Taz Skylar at the MEFCC to discuss his intense stunt training, Season 2 of One Piece, and what’s in store for the rest of 2024.

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ESQ: You’re a man of many titles: actor, screenwriter, thrill-seeker, professional surfboard creator. What drew you to each of those things and how do they come together to inform one another in your career and life?

TAZ: I was a really shy kid and I never used to leave home much. Thrill-seeking, I used to see it in movies and I thought “Oh that would be cool!” Surfing was the first thing that I did. I remember the first time I got in the water with a surfboard and a wave hit me – it wasn’t even very big but I was little, and I was like “Ahhh!”, and I got out [of the water]. The guy who was teaching me – he was called Juanito, and he’s still my friend today, 15 years later – was like “What are you doing man? Get in!” He grabbed me, put me back on the board, and pushed me out and that changed my life that day. That was the gateway. I got into other scary stuff and I would get angry at being scared. So if I was scared I would be like, “Cool, now there’s no choice, now you gotta do it.” That kind of spiraled and now it’s just a thing that I do.

Writing and acting… well, acting was an accident.

ESQ: A happy one?

TAZ: It was a happy accident! I’m very happy about it! I only like acting when I like the thing I’m acting in; nobody likes acting when they don’t like the thing they’re acting in! So, I only act in things that I like – at least now, I’ve definitely made that choice – and I always like what I’m writing. I want to make films, I want to make shows. Being in them is a cool part of it, but I want to make stuff. In a world where financial security is there, I don’t find much point to life other than leaving a legacy I can be proud of, and I think that can achieved by making stuff.

ESQ: There’s a different joy in filmmaking and writing.

TAZ: Yeah, yeah! You feel resolved in what you’re doing and connected. You have some sort of choice over what it can say or what the outcome can be. One Piece in particular was really cool because Matt and the whole team were really good to us in terms of saying “What do you want to do with it? What do you want to bring to it?” and that’s not always the case. When I do a writer’s room with other writers, my thinking is like: What do you like? Do you want to sit on a chair? A yoga mat? Do you want to bob around on a skateboard? What makes you most creative? Because whatever it is, do that thing. That’s the kind of environment I want to create and be a part of. When a film or show or play has been made in that way, you can feel it, you can feel that it’s been made very rag-tag.

ESQ: On the topic of One Piece, how did you prepare for the role of Sanji – mentally and physically, I know you did all of your own stunts – and with season 2 confirmed, is there anything you learned that will inform or change how you prepare for season 2?

TAZ: Ooh… yeah I did all my own stunts! Part of how I prepared for it… I really went psychopathic on it. Like, let’s throw absolutely everything we possibly can at the wall because we don’t have much to stick right now, we’re starting from zero.

It was 4 hours of training in the morning, then I’d cook a dish we needed to do for the show, repeat that dish over and over again, another 4 hours, then we’d go to the sauna and stretch, they’d pull on my legs and push on my back. That made me improve really quick but what it also did was decimate my legs. I have scar tissue on the inside of my ligaments and it took me about a year to feel like I could land on my legs without pain – I used to duct-tape my legs! I had to be quiet about it so they’d let me do my own stunts.

There was no real way of improving whilst not hurting myself because of how far we needed to go. Whereas for the second season, because I’ve maintained my level and haven’t stopped training ever since– I trained this morning with Iñaki at the UFC gym [in Abu Dhabi]! Iñaki came with me to a kickboxing session and he’s gotten so good at tricking in between the seasons too! So, because we’re kind of at a level that we’ve maintained, the second season for me is about how much quicker I can be. There are not many new kicks or moves to learn, so it’s more about how great we can make those moves. Part of it is going: instead of training 8 hours today, I’m going to train 4 and focus on choreography. Or maybe today I’m just going to do 2 and then stretch, because the less injured everything is, the quicker everything moves.

So for season 2, I want to enjoy it more, and I want to make what we had a lot better… and I want [to do] the party table kick.

ESQ: Was there a specific stunt that was the most difficult to do?

TAZ: Yeah! So there was this one where we jump over a pool, kick the Fishman mid-air, and land on a little rock. And that was all practicals! It was so difficult to do because he was underwater and they had to time pulling him out of the water at the exact same time that I jumped, and landing at the same place so that I could kick, and then there was another wire pull that took him to the other side of the pool. That must’ve taken an hour and a half which doesn’t sound like that much, but we were up against time. I remember thinking: “If we don’t get this, they’re going to cut it. They’re going to cut the stunt and this stunt will never exist.” It was the last take where we just managed it and they all looked at it and went “Cool, we got it! We can keep it!”, and we just started cheering. Isn’t it mad to think that there’s a world in which half an hour would’ve made the difference between it existing and not existing?

ESQ: Now, I must ask… how do you really feel about Oregano?

TAZ: [Laughs] Ha! I love it! I put it on salads! It’s not for savages! It’s nice – have oregano it’s good for you!

ESQ: Who and what are some of your personal influences as an artist?

TAZ: Florian Zeller is my favorite writer. Rappers are my favorite poets. I like old films. Keanu Reeves in Point Break made me want to skydive and surf and jump out of planes. I love Bond. My dad loves Bond, we used to have a box set. I love the way those films are made. I just worked with Martin Campbell who made two of my favorite Bond films.

ESQ: What’s in store for Taz Skylar this year?

TAZ: I’ve got four TV shows in development, with different production companies. One of which is called Seesaw which made a lot of Florian Zeller’s films that I’m really excited about! I don’t have that much time until we go shoot [One Piece] again. There’s a book I’m trying really hard to get the rights to and adapt, so I’m chasing the author about that. I’m going to try and see if I can get all of those things done before I go shoot again.

https://www.esquireme.com/culture/interviews/taz-skylar-on-training-his-body-and-cooking-skills-ahead-of-one-piece-season-2

[jeremiah-fisher]

all my summers

—a the summer i turned pretty fic about first love, first heartbreak, and steven conklin ♡

「chapter three: what are we if we're not friends?」

STEVEN

Water drips from every inch of me as I flatten my hands on the edge of the pool and pull myself out. It takes all my strength, as my muscles are weak from months of nonuse. I had spent the better part of my junior year of high school studying and joining as many extra-curricular activities as possible, filling my schedule with painting, robotics, piano, and even yearbook. Everything except a decent sport. Mom tried to push me towards basketball, which was an activity I enjoyed playing with friends from time to time, but I denied her. Basketball was a reminder. I wanted anything but that. 

Jeremiah is lounging on a pool chair, his hand stuffed inside a bag of Skittles. Daisy, our friend and his almost-girlfriend, is sitting cross-legged on the chair next to him. They are lost in their conversation, speaking a language only they know the words to. When she laughs at a joke he makes, he grins and his cheeks bloom with the colours of his mother’s favourite tulips. How the two of them have gone all these years without confessing their love is beyond me. It’s genuinely nauseating watching them flirt and call it nothing. 

“Hey, pass me a towel,” I ask, throwing the request out in the hopes that one of them will look away from the other long enough to respond. Daisy flings a striped towel my way and I grab it mid-air, rolling it over my head then leaving it there to stare at the two of them. “Are you guys gonna sit here eating Skittles all afternoon?”

“Uh, yeah,” Daisy replies, smiling as if I am searching for an answer to the simplest question in the universe. Jeremiah keeps his eyes on her, not even granting me the courtesy of a look. He’s completely whipped. “Sounds like a good afternoon to us. Right, Jere?”

Jeremiah seems to gather some semblance of reality because he finally manages to meet my eyes and says, “Yeah, yeah.” 

Utterly useless. I would be better off asking a monkey to hang out with me right now than either of my lovesick friends. With the towel still on my head, I walk past the two of them and to the sliding door of the backyard. Off to the side, a slight motion catches my eye. 

As I turn to look, I notice Conrad standing alone. I don’t think he sees me because his focus is on the unlit cigarette set between his fingers. His vacant eyes gaze at the little thing as if it will light itself and solve all the mysteries of the world. 

“Con,” I call out before really thinking through what I want to say to him. He has been acting so weird since we got here two days ago. Usually, me, him, and Jeremiah start hitting parties on the very first night of our arrival, but after a failed attempt at Jumper’s bonfire, none of us have tried going out again, and more so Conrad who ignores everybody like they’re diseased and he is unvaccinated. “Wanna hit the skatepark with me?”

The skate park is something Conrad and I did together. Jeremiah almost never came. He was crazy good on a surfboard but put him on a skateboard and it was like he no longer knew what to do with his legs. It was strange but since he preferred being in the water, he didn’t care that we went off without him sometimes. Especially not when Daisy was around. He was a moth to a flame in her presence.

Conrad tenses, and even from the fair bit of distance between us, I can make out the subtle changes in his body language clear as day. He squishes his cigarette stick in his palm, acting as if he was not thinking about lighting it less than a second ago, then sticks that same hand into the pocket of his jean shorts. 

“Maybe later,” he says, refusing eye contact as he walks past me and into the house. 

I stare after him, confused and a little ticked off. Two days in Cousins and it’s like he’s forgotten that we’re practically family. I was never the kind of guy who wished he had a brother because I knew, at least in the summers, I had Con and Jere. Why does that feel like a fleeting dream now?

A sigh escapes my lips as I slide open the backyard door, too, and step back into the house. The cool air dusts my damp skin as I walk to the staircase, taking the steps two at a time to get to my bedroom. I have the room next to Conrad’s, down the hall from Jeremiah and Belly’s rooms. 

This house is so big that for as long as I can remember, long before either me or Belly were even born, this house had a spot for all of us. Mom would often tell us stories about the summers when she, Dad, Susannah, and Mr. Fisher planned future vacations. We all love this house, and the memories we have made in it. 

I try to think of my life being different from what it is right now, of summers at home, with my school friends and my Dad teaching me how to read constellations, like he does with Belly. Though it sounded fun, I knew it was incomparable to this. Even if Conrad and Jeremiah are lost in their own worlds this summer.

I shower quickly, cleansing my body of chlorine and other people’s germs. Then I throw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt which reads Palm Springs, California with a little palm tree stitched in near the heart. I think the shirt belonged to Jeremiah at some point, but who knows.

Downstairs again, it occurs to me that this is my last day of a true summer without responsibilities. Tomorrow morning, me, Jeremiah, and Daisy start working at the country club. They’ll be working the pool, with Daisy sometimes pulling shifts at the snack bar, whilst I’ll be serving rich kids butter tarts and gourmet milkshakes from behind a service desk.

My manager, Harry, had sent me a food and drink package highlighting all the necessary details about recipes and kitchen care that I needed to learn to effectively do my job. For a pay scale just a few dollars over minimum wage, it felt like a lot of work. I’m not complaining, though. Unlike my friends, I can’t afford college on my parents’ dime. Especially not if I plan on attending Princeton University next year. The one dream I have had since I started high school. Princeton means an ivy league degree. An ivy league degree means better – not to mention, more – doors of opportunity. Dad had instilled this thought in me and I was going to make him proud. 

I think about looking for Mom, just to whine about needing a snack Susannah probably has lying inside one of the many cabinets in her overstocked kitchen, but think better of it when it occurs to me that she would see right through me and demand to know where my head is at. The last thing I want to do right now is have a heart-to-heart with my mother. 

Inside my pocket, my phone vibrates. I pull it out to see a notification lighting up my screen. 

SummerInCousins has made a new post! 

Without giving it a single thought, I click on the notification and it whizzes in to take me straight to Instagram where I ‘like’ the post before clicking through it. It’s a photo dump with at least five pictures in it. I close the app so I won’t be tempted to look. 

The sound of footsteps and a muffled “Oh, gosh” catches my attention. I raise my head to see Susannah walking past the kitchen. I don’t need to call her name because she seems to notice me at the same time. 

“Oh, honey, I’m glad I caught you,” she says, her arms loaded with a box far too big for her small frame. I reach out and grab it before the whole thing topples over. When I look back at her, she’s smiling widely at me. “I love that I can always count on you, Steven. Thank you.”

“No problem. What’s all this?” I give the contents of the box a quick scan and see a whole lot of glass jars and fake flowers.

Susannah continues to smile as she guides me towards the front door. Her arm reaches out to unlock the door with ease and the next thing I know, I’m loading the box into the backseat of her car. Alongside it are two other boxes filled with tea boxes and name cards. 

“I’m on the deb committee this year,” she explains once everything is set. Her arm rests on the frame of the driver’s side. “I need to drop these off in time for tomorrow’s first event.”

“Right,” I nod, recalling dinner on the first night. Halfway through it, Susannah had presented Belly with an invitation to be a debutante at the country club. I thought it was really stupid because what does Belly know about poise and grace? And Susannah called her mature. Up until last week, my younger sister was having impromptu dance parties in the living room with her best friend, Taylor. Suddenly, a thought occurs to me. This is something I can do without the guys. “I can drive you there.”

Susannah leans over to kiss the top of my head. “My perfect angel. Thank you. Let’s go.”

On the ride over, Susannah is chatty as ever. She tells me about the book party she’s organizing for my mom’s next book; the fact that she started taking Farsi lessons because she wants to help out with Afghan refugees at the community center; and she asks me about Belly and me. What we’ve been up to and what we’ll be doing this summer. I don’t expect the question when it arrives, just as I’m pulling into the parking lot of the country club. 

“Will you finally introduce us to the girl you never brought home last summer?”

I am both stricken and impressed by Susannah’s knowledge. Not a thing flies past her radar, regardless of how busy her own life is. Even as kids, whenever I hid something from my mother, Susannah knew it, and then she would respect my decision if I said I wanted to keep it hidden. 

I don’t know why I thought last summer was something she wasn’t privy to.

“That’s over,” I tell her honestly, knowing there is no use beating around the bush. Doing so would only be an unnecessary step to her finding out anyway. “I ended it before we left.”

Susannah stays rooted in her seat even as I pull the keys from the ignition. Her confusion is loud, and I can hear it blaring in my ears, an insistent racket meant to scrape every last bit of honesty from my soul. “I thought maybe you were in love,” her voice is quiet, not pushy.

I scoff before I can stop myself. “Love? That’s…” That’s exactly what it was. Even when I didn’t want it to be. “No, Susannah. It wasn’t love. We were just hanging out and now… we’re not.”

My answer is garbage and she knows it, but what I love best about Susannah is that she never pushes anyone to show more than they want to. I remember when I was twelve and I was hurt that Dad wasn’t coming to the summer house to take me and the guys to see the streetrace show like he promised he would. He and Mom were already having their closed-door arguments on a weekly basis at that point but I didn’t think that would affect my relationship with him. But it did, and he didn’t show, and I was so embarrassed in front of my friends after I talked up how fun the day was going to be. 

Susannah found me shooting hoops in the backyard alone after Mom took everyone out to the movies instead. I refused to go, saying I had a stomach bug from eating too much of Susannah’s saltwater taffy. 

I shot hoop after hoop while she watched me from her adirondack chair. She had a book in her hands and the sun was setting behind her. At first, I thought perhaps she was just babysitting me even though I was too old for it. But when she didn’t turn the pages of her book for a long time, I realized she was keeping her focus trained on me. To see if my footwork was a little off, my shots a little off kilter. Eventually, I grabbed the basketball and sat down on it, and stared up at the hoop in annoyance. 

When she came and sat next to me, her legs crossed beneath her and completely silent, I just let myself spill my heart out. I told her I was sad and I was pissed and I was ashamed that I couldn’t make my Dad want to spend time with me.

She didn’t say anything for a minute after I was done. I thought she would have a lot to say because Susannah is very good with her words. My mother might be the published author in their friend circle, but Susannah is a storyteller in her own right. But she didn’t say anything that evening. Instead, she asked me if I could show her how to hit a slam dunk. I wasn’t very good at basketball but because she asked, I thought back to every game I had ever played with Jere and Con and I taught her what I knew. We played for two hours, just the two of us, and it made me forget, at least a little, what I was upset about in the first place.

Right now isn’t like that time. Anger with regards to one’s parents is a rite of passage for a teenager. I could explain that away. But this? I can’t explain this to Susannah and hope she understands. If anything, I think by the end of me telling her how I ruined a perfectly good thing, she will be the one infuriated with me. And I don’t think I can handle that today.

“I liked seeing how happy you were,” she says, “and so did your mom. We were both so curious about the girl you were with but we didn’t want to push you to tell us if you weren’t ready. No matter how it ended, she made you happy once. I’m grateful for it.”

I stare down at the keys in my lap and nod. “Thanks, Susannah.”

We decide to leave it at that. Well, mostly I do when I push the door open and head for the backseat to grab the boxes. I manage to stack two in my arms then jog back to grab the last one. By my second entrance, Susannah is in the corner of the room talking to a familiar girl with long, black hair with a bow in it. She brings her over to me as I’m setting the last box under one of the long tables. 

“Steven, this is Shayla Wang,” Susannah introduces. Her voice carries a hint of mischief, like Conrad’s does when he’s being sarcastic. “Shayla, this is Steven, my friend’s eldest and my third son.” If Belly got introduced as the daughter Susannah wishes she had had, I’m always introduced as the third of her sons. 

“Hey, again,” I say, allowing the smile to rest on my lips as I look at the girl. That night at Jumper’s party, Jeremiah pushed her towards me and we ended up sharing a bottle of beer and a kiss. We even exchanged numbers, but besides the occasional ‘what’s up?’ we hadn’t really said much to each other. I have a feeling Shayla is used to being wooed and fawned over, and I don’t really know how to do that. Back at school, a kiss and a good morning text was usually enough to keep any girl’s interest. “Don’t tell me, you’re a deb?” I take in her lavender blouse and white bell-bottoms and realize there was no point to my inquisition. I have hit the mark on the head. To Conrad, the deb scene may be complete bullshit, but it was made for girls like Shayla. 

“Yes, I was invited to be a debutante this year,” she goes on to reply anyway. Her British accent reminds me of the conversation we shared under the midnight sky. Her parents had raised her for ten years in London, England; two years in Perth, Australia; and one year in Hong Kong, before finally settling down in Vermont. “It’s truly an honour,” she adds on, for Susannah’s benefit, I’m sure. 

“We’re honoured to have you,” Susannah replies. Her eyes meet mine. “Steven, can I expect you to show Shayla around Cousins?” 

Panic floods my chest. I know Susannah is only saying this to help me, sort of like throwing a dog a bone, but I want nothing to do with it. Kissing her at Jumper’s party was one thing but spending more time with her than I needed to is something else. I can’t do it. I don’t want to do it. 

“I…” Susannah’s blue eyes are full of joy and anticipation, and coupled with Shayla’s timidly raised brow, I have lost this war. “Sure. No problem.”

“Perfect.” 

Shayla shoots me a smile and excuses herself to use the restroom. Susannah mouths a “thank you” and moves away, too, leaving me to myself. I think I have an opportunity to run back to the car and wait this out, out there, especially when Susannah starts speaking to another person, but then once more, she is calling my name and I’m being forced to act respectfully. 

I close my eyes for a second before turning around to face her direction, and once I do, I wish I had kept my eyes closed forever. Susannah is moving past a few people, her arms strung over an even more familiar girl’s shoulders. Her smile cracks as soon as our eyes meet with Susannah none the wiser. 

“Steven, this is Summer Winslow,” she says happily, “the crown jewel of Cousins Beach.”

A storm of anxiety and pleas rage havoc at the base of my throat, causing my brain to lose connection with my lips. They spill with a name I haven’t uttered in months. “Genie–”

One look. One look is all it takes for me to realize my mistake. Her eyes of hickory and scorn banish every other thought from my head. I’m hypnotized, and I’m bleeding with the need to apologize. 

I clear my throat and restart, even as Susannah appears to catch on as she watches us curiously. “Summer,” I try, my voice mussed with anguish, “Hi.” 

Her name and the impossibly mundane greeting hang tight in the air between all three of us. I hear Susannah take in a breath. 

“Summer is quite famous around here, isn’t that right, darling?” 

Summer tries to play it off but I catch the spark in her eyes. “I wouldn’t say that, but thank you.”

“Steven, you should follow her on Instagram. Her page is–” 

“Oh, he doesn’t need to do that, Susannah,” Summer cuts in, her ears kindling with pink. And like everybody else in her vicinity, my ex-girlfriend is not immune to my God-mother’s emotions because she, just as speedily, adds, “I’m sure we’ll have a chance to talk later and exchange details.”

Her words sound final, like religious script. All of last summer, I had spent weeks being enamoured by this part of her. Her conviction, her ability to stay rooted in the words she chose. If she said something, she meant it. And that’s how I knew, despite everything, she would talk to me later. And knowing her, I would have zero choice in when. 

Susannah excuses herself to go speak to someone else, managing to squeeze my hand as she goes. I know what it means, what it can only mean, and I wish I was a little bit more like my kid-self who was bad at reading signs so I wouldn’t have to deal with all this. 

I expect her departure to be the end of the conversation, but when I turn my shoulder again, a bolt of misery scatters its ashes around me and I become trapped in a fight between my head and my heart. Again. 

I don’t know which course to take, which decision is best to make. When Summer moves to take a step away – away from me – after nearly a year apart already, I forgo my head and heart and run on pure instinct. 

I capture her wrist, her empty wrist, effectively keeping her in place. She winces, and I let go.

“Wait, don’t go yet,” I hear myself beg, my voice and my thoughts lightyears away from one another. “Can we just…?”

Her voice comes out like lightning. Every word is like a thunderbolt. “What do you want, Steven?”

“I want…” I lick my lips, gathering courage in my lungs. I feel like I can’t breathe. “I want… I need… let me apologize to you.”

“Right.” Summer sounds dejected and it surprises me. Was she hoping for something different? “Okay. I’m ready to hear it then.”

I stand still for a moment, wondering if I made a wish up in my head like Belly often does, would it come true? Could I wish for this day to have never happened? Could I wish to go back to an hour ago when I agreed to come here with Susannah? Could I wish to go back to last August and slap myself for ever thinking I could move on from the girl in front of me?

Mom always says Belly is a hopeless romantic to an almost fault. She has spent her entire childhood being in love with Conrad who hardly ever gives her a second look. None of her wishes and prayers have ever brought them together. So then why would any of mine fix my life?

“I’m sorry about Susannah,” I tell her. “It was mad uncomfortable, right? She’s just like that.”

Summer holds my gaze, unwavering in its captivity of my own irises. I hate that she is so good at it. It makes me feel like she can see everything inside of me. All my lies. All my truths. 

Finally, she says, “I’m glad she doesn’t know about us. I’m going to be a deb this year. I don’t need the baggage.”

We both look at each other, and I don’t know what she reads on my face because try as I might, I’m not very good at hiding my pain.

Summer takes a step away. “See you around.”

I think about following her. I think about how not doing exactly this is what led us to this point in the first place. But I don’t. I stand there and I think about doing it a hundred times but in the end, I don’t move except towards the snack table where I grab a cloth napkin and fill it with teriyaki meatballs I’ll eat in the car.

[sleidog]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!! I believe you asked for OC questions; What is Sleibhan's most prominent memory with each of his pets or mounts?

i know i am almost a whole week late to this but recovering from con moment and replying to asks on mobile is ass 😂 slei has a few 'canon' pets and mounts most importantly: frosty, his ice drake! frosty is his favorite pet to have out and about with him, he's robust and chunky and slei doesnt feel particularly worried about him in a combat situation slei's big memory with frosty was probably taming him, because it took multiple attempts to get frosty to follow him, but slei is a patient guy and eventually won his trust sparky [lightning wyvern] is his canon pet for HoT, raised from an abandoned egg that, admittedly, he was probably going to eat lol but upon cracking it open, this little wyvern was already fully developed and imprinted on him basically immediately [slei thinks this was a far better outcome than an omlette lol] tulip [iboga] is slei's pet for PoF! tulip was a case of an iboga sprout who followed slei back to his tent and refused to leave, likely enticed by his scent [dude smells like lemons when he's hot/sweaty] and slei isn't one to turn down a new pet, but he is particularly wary of tulip, because she's not actually very tame and still needs training sleis pet for EoD, is a phoenix called breezy! he uses this pretty bird to glide around kaineng after his canon glider experienced interference post balthazar's death [he uses the forged surfboard looking glider] slei didn't take part in SotO, so he has no canon pet for that his canone mounts don't have any very specific memories tied to them, but their names are: raptor: kalaidoscope [kallie for short, the chameleon raptor] springer: lucy [temple gecko] skimmer: stinger [bright ringfin] jackal: howl [sunstalker] skyscale: moss [venomous greathorn]

[heartsoulrocknroll]

AEW Dynamite 1/18/23

Orange Cassidy (c) vs. Jay Lethal for the AEW All Atlantic Championship -- This was fine. Short and sweet. Lot of nonsense with Jarrett, Sanjay, Singh and Danhausen. Cassidy retains with an Orange Punch. Rating: 2.75

The Young Bucks vs. Top Flight -- Springboard moonsault-assisted powerbomb by Top Flight! Slingshot Canadian destroyer by Nick! Doomsday Device by the Bucks! Nice homage to Jay Briscoe. The Bucks go for the BTE trigger, but Darius ducks and the Bucks collide with each other. Darius rolls up Matt for the pinfall!!! Wow!! This was a really good match. Nice surprise victory there for Top Flight. Didn’t expect it, but love to see it. Rating: 3.75

The Gunns are in the ring to talk about The Acclaimed. They say that they made The Acclaimed popular. They even gave The Acclaimed their dad. Lol. 

Ricky Starks vs. Jake Hager -- This is fine, short serves its purpose. Menard and Parker continuously try to get involved. This is Hager's demise in the end, as Starks shoves Hager into Parker on the apron follows up with a spear and for the pinfall. Starks continues to run through the JAS!! Rating: 2.25

Bryan Danielson vs. Bandido – Great start on the mat with some nice exchanges of holds. Romero Special by Bandido. Danielson reverses by picking the ankle, then transitioning into the surfboard position. Instead of going for the Romero Special, Danielson stomps the knees of Bandido into the mat! Nice pinning combination by Bandido, with Danielson's wrists captured behind his own back. Danielson muscles up with no hands to get his shoulders off the mat. What abdominal strength!! Bandido catches Danielson out of the air with a huge delayed hip toss, then locks in a nasty submission hold! Danielson manages to escape and books it to the outside!! Big topé con giro to the outside by Bandido!!! Uppercuts and kicks in the corner by Danielson! Bandido is down, and Danielson says, "now it's time," putting Bandido in the Romero Special, then transitioning into a pinning combo with the arms still trapped! But Bandido gets the shoulders up. Bandido throws Danielson into the air and absolutely slams him down onto the mat with something of a facebuster!!!!! Dang! Huge exchange of chops! Thrust kick and tornillo off the top by Bandido! Huge display of strength by Bandido with a delayed vertical suplex!!! Cover, but Danielson kicks out. Frog splash attempt by Bandido, but Danielson gets the knees up and transitions into the LeBell Lock!! Danielson traps the second arm, but Bandido gets his foot on the rope to break! Round kicks by Danielson, but Bandido catches the leg and lands an X knee!! Bandido goes for the 21-Plex, but Danielson reverses out onto his feet! BEAUTIFUL drop toe hold and pinning combo by Danielson, but Bandido kicks out! Bandido returns with the same pinning combo on Danielson, but Danielson kicks out! Outside the ring, Danielson lands a running knee strike! Back in the ring, both guys are on the top rope. Huge backflipping cross body from the top by Bandido, followed by the 21-Plex and a cover, but Danielson kicks out!!!! Exchange of elbows!!! Huge round kick by Danielson to Bandido's head!! Thrust kick by Bandido! Danielson grabs an armbar, and Bandido starts to deadlift Danielson up, but Danielson reverses!!! Psycho knee by Danielson!!! Cover by Danielson! 1, 2, 3!!!! Really, really great match here!!!!! Great showing by Bandido!!!!! Loved it!!! Rating: 4

While Danielson is still in the ring, MJF shows up on the big screen. He says he hears and reads everything people are saying about him not deserving his position in the company as champion. He calls these people fickle. He tells Danielson that until now, they have been dealing with Masked Max. He says Masked Max likes to keep things light and have some fun. But the closer they get to Revolution and the iron man match that Danielson thinks he wants, the mask is going to slip off. And not even a dragon is a match for the monster behind the mask. Good stuff!!!!!

Saraya with more disrespect to Shida backstage, calling her throwing the kendo stick into the ring last week stupid. 

Brian Cage is announced by commentary as Danielson's next opponent in his quest for number one contendership. Backstage, MJF holds up an envelope and tells Cage that he has more money there than Cage has ever seen in his life. He tells Cage that he doesn't care if Cage wins or loses against Danielson, but he does care that Cage breaks Danielson's arm. MJF slaps Cage in the face!!! Cage puts his hands around MJF's throat, but MJF asks if he wants the money or not. Cage lets him go. MJF: "See that feeling you've got right now? That's hate. And I learned at a young age, there is no greater motivator. So next week, use it." 

Toni Storm vs. Willow Nightingale -- This is a fine match. Some nice power moves from Willow. Really nice-looking spinebuster and a vicious shoulder tackle. Saraya with some heel antics, distracting the ref, while Storm rolls Willow up for the three count, tights in hand. Saraya and Storm attack Willow after the bell. Ruby Soho comes out for the save. This seems to have come out of nowhere. Rating: 2.25

Backstage with Renee, Takeshita talks about how it was great to wrestle his hero Bryan Danielson and how he has learned so much from Danielson. He also calls MJF an asshole. Nice.

Darby Allin (c) vs. Kushida for the TNT Championship -- Kushida!!!!!!!! So, so happy to see that he has escaped the clutches of WWE. Here we gooooo!!!! BEAUTIFUL start on the mat. Standing switches, wrist locks, pinning combos, quick armbar attempts. Outside, Kushida tries to trap Darby's arm, but Darby stops it by driving Kushida hard into the barricade! Back in the ring. Beautiful rolling elbow by Kushida!!! Darby lands a Code Red!!! Kushida kicks out and gets to the outside. Darby lands senton from the top rope to Kushida's friends from the NJPW LA Dojo on the outside. But Kushida comes from out of nowhere, locks in an armbar on Darby, runs with the arm trapped, and drives the arm down on the floor!!! Oh my god!!! Huge palm strike by Kushida in the ring!! Kushida traps Darby's wrist with his leg, then traps Darby's other arm and one of Darby's legs with his own hands. Kushida drops onto his back on the mat, wrenching down on Darby's trapped wrist. Strike exchange!!! Cross body and pele kick by Kushida! Kushida comes off the ropes, maybe looking for a back elbow, but Darby catches him in midair with a Scorpion Death Drop!!  Darby to the outside. Kushida lands a diving knee off the apron to Darby's shoulder!!! Damn!!!! Stunner on the apron by Darby!!! (Nasty landing for Darby here, his back hitting hard on the edge of the apron.) Damn!!! Darby goes to the top and dives to the outside, but Kushida catches his arm in armbar!! Holy shit!!! Back in the ring, both guys are onma the top rope. Kushida with a wrist lock on Darby on the top!!! Then Kushida flips backwards off the top with Darby's wrist still trapped, driving the wrist down into the mat! Oh my god!! Kushida transitions right into the Hoverboard Lock!!!! Darby escapes! Quick last supper pinning combo by Darby! 1, 2, 3!!!! Darby retains!! Kushida shakes Darby's hand and raises Darby's hand in victory after the match. Loved that. 

What a match!!! This was exactly everything I want in a wrestling match. Exactly my taste. Absolutely loved it. So great to see Kushida here, and Darby rocked as usual. Rating: 4

[summerbirdie]

Jeremiah Fanfic:

Part 2

Notes: btw Addie is 16 and i only have plot for 1 or 2 more chapters so if u want give me some ideas or headcannons

Warnings: drug use, flirting ig, not edited very well

As we pulled into the driveway of the summer house I saw Susannah impatiently waiting. The second I stepped out of Jere’s Jeep I was met by her warm embrace. “Hi, honey. Look at you. Somehow you’ve gotten even more beautiful!” she said as she pulled out of the hug. “Well I don’t know about that.” I quietly replied. I was struggling keeping my eye contact with Susannah and I guess Jere noticed. “OK, I’ll go get your stuff and bring it upstairs, come on!” As we both walked towards the house I gave Jere a thanking look for saving me.

Before my mom died Belly and I shared a room but after that I decided I wanted to stay in her room. I felt closer to her that way. I felt more connected with her. I just… could feel her presence in that room.

Jere was following close behind me with my bags as I entered into my moms( well I guess my) room. As Jere put down everything, he turned to me with a smirk on his face “OK, so you have exactly 10 minutes to get ready because we are going straight to the beach. I’ve been DYING to surf all day but I was waiting for you… Dee, stop staring at me and start unpacking!”. “What will you give me if I do?” I asked jokingly with a cocky smile on my face. Jere stepped closer to me making me have to look up in order to keep eye contact. “You’ll just have to wait and see.” Suddenly it was getting harder to breathe and i had A LOT of butterflies in my stomach so I tied to laugh it off. “ Woah there, big guy I was just joking.” He didn’t say anything but continued to keep eye contact. I got very intimidated. “K, J get out I have to chaaaange.” He finally spoke”K, I’ll meet you downstairs”. When I was sure that Jeremiah couldn’t hear me I face slammed onto the bed. Why did I find that attractive. No, no… since when did I find JERE attractive. He had been one of my best friends for years but I had never though of him that way. I tried to put the thoughts in the back of my head as I quickly put on my bikini and headed downstairs.

J was waiting for me with two surfboards. “So how are the waves today?” I asked trying to break the ice. “Well Con went this morning and said that they were perfect. “Where is he anyway?”. “I think he’s at this girl Nicole’s place. He’s coming home soon so he’ll probably join.”. “Great!” I finished as we were heading to the beach.

After about an hour of sick waves me and Jere were just laying on the boards deep into the ocean. “Soooo, any hot hook-ups so far this summer, Jere?”. “Nope.” he said, popping the “p”. So he was single… not that I had though about it… that much. “So what are we doing tonight?” I asked flipping over on my board and getting a better view of Jeremiah and his might I say fantastic abs. No, why was I thinking about that? “Well, there’s a party at this guy Chris’s house, wanna go?”. “ It’s like you don’t know me at all!” I answered acting offended. Jere didn’t answer for a while, he just kept staring at me. “Ok, so I’m not waiting for Con anymore, let’s head back.”. “ I fumbled a quick “ok” and started paddling back to shore.

As we walked into the kitchen, Conrad was sitting on the counter eating something “Oh, hey Dee Dee, what’s up?”. “Hey, nothing much” I said going in for a hug which he warmly gave me. As I turned around facing Jere, I put my elbow on Con’s shoulder. “Nothin’ much, just hangin’ around my FAVOURITE Fisher, who BAILED on us!” I said smiling to Jere. “Yeah, sorry I got caught up with Nicole.”. After an awkward moment of silence I continued talking. “Ok boys, I know that you can’t possibly live without me but I wanna go unpack and have a nap before dinner.”. “Well, mom’s going out with some girlfriend tonight so…” Connie said. “Oh well, no problem we’ll just eat at the PaRtEyyyy then.”. I suggested. “Ok, ‘till later.”

I was really tired after the surfing and the unpacking so I had been laying in bed staring at my phone for about an hour and my head started hurting. I closed my eyes for a bit and the next thing I know I’m waking up 2 hours later, feeling sleepy but ready to go out. I walked over to my mom’s dresser and picked out a black tank top and some blue denim shorts. After that I put on some mascara, blush and a bit of tinted lip balm so I didn’t look dead. I walked over to the big mirror and checked out how I looked.

As I was walking down the stairs I checked my phone and it was already 9:30. I walked out to the back patio and so Conrad sitting by the pool smoking weed. I silently went over to him and sat by him. “Can I have some?”. He looked at me like I was joking so I continued “Come on, man. It’s not like my mom’s gonna find out.” I said trying to lighten the mood. “Nope, too early?… ok… But come on, just a puff?”. “Fine, but if my mom finds out I’m blaming you!” He said while giving me the roll. “So, you broke up with Aubrey, huh? You ok?”. “Yeah I’m great. How about you? Are we getting any action?” Conrad smirked and nudged my shoulder. “Oh yeahhhh, and I’m betting you wanna hear all the details.”. “Oh no, I fell right into that one.” He said holding the roll again and looking into the pool. We continued talking and laughing for about half an hour and I was very happy that he didn’t bring up my mom. By the time Jere was ready we had already smoked half of the roll but it hadn’t hit me yet. “Y’all ready?” Jere asked. I went over to him quickly and wrapped my arm around his shoulder. “Oh honey , we were ready way before you.” I said with a smirk as we walked towards his Jeep. “Oh really, what if I do this?” Jere started messing with my hair as I was trying to defend myself. As we approached the car I turned around to make sure Con was behind us, I quickly said “I call shotgun!”.

[ingloriousguzio]

Io e Michele Gailli ci siamo conosciuti per caso anni fa su Facebook: lui aveva pubblicato una caricatura di Igort che mi era piaciuta molto, gliel’ho scritto nei commenti e da lì abbiamo cominciato a chiacchierare di disegno, grafica e illustrazione.

Poco dopo ho scoperto che Michele aveva messo la firma sulla maggior parte dei brand di abbigliamento che adoravo da ragazzo (Bear Surfboards, Converse, Mambo…) oltre ad aver curato la progettazione grafica di colossi come la Sugarkane Productions (la casa di produzione di Jovanotti, Laura Pausini, Achille Lauro e Pierfrancesco Favino…giusto per fare qualche nome!)

Nonostante cotanto pedigree Michele ha accettato di buon grado di fare da sensei a un newbie come me e non ha mai smesso di darmi dritte e consigli preziosi per migliorare le mie illustrazioni e rendere più incisivi i loghi che disegno.

Diciamo che se ho centrato il bersaglio con l’illustrazione per il contest dell’ Associazione Locali Storici D’Italia é anche tanto merito suo.

P.s. Se non si era capito dalla vignetta Michele è Bolognese. Se anche a voi come a me piacciono i regionalismi e ci tenete a dargli una degna rappresentazione grafica qui trovate una bella guida fonetica al dialetto romagnolo cortesemente segnalatami da quel genio della ricerca multi-disciplinare di Anna Malandrino (my wife my pride).

P.p.s. Tra le altre cose il Gailli produce anche t-shirt serigrafate in tiratura limitata tra le più fighe in circolazione, tenete d’occhio il suo profilo IG

[liveglory]

MADELYN CLINE    ,    CIS WOMAN    ,    SHE + HER     |     I'VE  JUST  SPOTTED  DIANA BOWEN   ON  THE  BOARDWALK    ,    THE  MELUSINE  WHO  SEEMINGLY  EMANATES  THE  SOUND  OF  HIGH BY THE BEACH  BY  LANA DEL REY  WITH  THE  WAY  THEY  WALK    .    THEY'RE  FREQUENTLY  SPORTING  THAT  POKE HOUSE OCTOPUS SURFBOARD & BLUE BUBBLE SURFBOARD , BIKINIS UNDERNEATH .  AND  NEVER  KEEP  THEIR  BLACK PEARL BRACELET BEING THE ONLY CONNECTION TO HER BIRTH MOTHER  TOO  FAR  FROM  THEM     .    THEY'VE  BEEN  IN  TOWN  FOR   ALL HER LIFE    ,    THE  TWENTY-SIX  YEAR  OLD  WORKING  AS  A BARTENDER / OTHER ODD JOBS  AT  RISING TIDE  FOR  THREE YEARS    .    THEY  GIVE  OFF  THE  VIBES  OF  UNKNOWN SCALES THINKING ITS JUST A RASH , COULD SING PRETTY MELODIES ON UNMADE BEDS , SHE'S A SONG OF PERLS AND WAVES , THE SEA ALWAYS FILLED HER WITH LONGING, THOUGH FOR WHAT SHE WAS NEVER SURE , SHE’S A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM   WHICH  IS  PROBABLY  WHY  EVERYONE  THINKS  THEY'RE  SO  MOODY    .    BUT  THEY'RE  A  ZODIAC  SIGN    ,    WHICH  MEANS  THEY  ALSO  HAVE  THE  TENDENCY  TO  BE  PRETTY  INDEPENDENT AS  WELL    .    THEY'RE  FREQUENTLY  FOUND  AT  THE BEACH    ,    ENGAGING  IN  THEIR  FAVORITE  PASTIME  OF  SURFING    .    I  WOULDN'T  GET  TOO  CLOSE  TO  THEM    ,    THOUGH    .    PEOPLE  SAY  THEY'RE  HIDING  SOMETHING    ,    LIKE  SHE CONS TOURIST AND EITHER SELLS THEM STOLEN / USELESS ITEMS OR STEALS ANYTHING OF VALUE TO THEM WHEN THEY TAKE HER BACK TO THEIR PLACE    .    BUT  THEN  AGAIN    ,   WHO  HERE  DOESN'T  HAVE  SOME  SKELETONS  IN  THE  CLOSET?

[openvimark]

(vía Bolsa de tela con la obra «Surfing in Jeffrey's Bay: Ocean Style» de 0penvimark)

Surfing in Jeffrey's Bay: Ocean Style

Description: Cool surfboard design paying homage to Jeffrey's Bay, famous for its perfect waves.

Store/Design

https://www.redbubble.com/es/shop/ap/166368632

[gregory71]

The right cut of light. Restore vibrancy like a brilliant one does and cover everything else with shade. I love that you can explode and that you can become like the Big Wave of Big Wednesday. You are Bear's surfboard, the most desired object, and the only one capable of navigating the great sex storm. You are the light itself. You are the aroma of the day. And you're so shiny that you can't compete with the stars so you don't take them to the sky by turning them off

Il giusto taglio di luce. Restituisci vivacità come lo fa un brillante e copri d’ombra ogni altra cosa. Mi piace che tu possa esplodere e che tu possa diventare come la Grande Onda del Big Wednesday. Sei la tavola da surf di Bear, l’oggetto più desiderato, e l’unico capace di navigare la grande tempesta del sesso. Sei la luce stessa. Sei l’aroma del giorno. E sei così splendente da non poter competere con le stelle per non levarne al cielo facendole spegnere

[martinprietogreenpeace]

Paradoxal Surfboards ha revolucionado el surf con su nueva tabla impresa en 3D y hecha de algas. Este diseño innovador no solo es más resistente, sino que también reduce las emisiones de CO2, ofreciendo una solución sostenible y respetuosa con el medioambiente. La evolución de los deportes acuáticos es ahora más verde y responsable.

[armoniaverdemartinprieto]

La Paradoxal Surfboard está cambiando el mundo del surf. Fabricada con algas y tecnología 3D, esta tabla es más duradera y reduce el impacto ambiental. Un verdadero avance en la sostenibilidad deportiva.

[theboardroomsurfshow]

Shea Somma: Elevating Surfboard Design with Bonzers and Innovation

Surfboard craftsmanship

Immerse yourself in the fascinating realm of surfboard craftsmanship with Shea Somma, a surfboard shaper extraordinaire hailing from the SLO area. Shea's accolade-winning "Best In Show" entry at The Boardroom International Surfboard Show in 2023 serves as a testament to his mastery in surfboard shaping. In this engaging podcast, Shea takes listeners on a captivating journey through the process of creating surfboards that marry innovation with functionality, from the meticulous glassing techniques to the strategic balance of materials and design elements.

Through candid conversations, Shea shares his insights on navigating the intricacies of surfboard shaping, including the challenges of balancing work and family life while pursuing the passion for creating exceptional surfboards. From discussing the pros and cons of foam types like Polyurethane and Varial Foam to exploring the intricacies of stringer configurations and planer selection, Shea provides a comprehensive overview of the surfboard shaping landscape. Whether you're a seasoned shaper or a curious enthusiast, this podcast offers a wealth of knowledge and inspiration for those passionate about the art and science of surfboard design.

[catherineoconn]

Script (Beach Trip)

Scene 1

(Conlan and Henry are in Conlan’s truck with their surf boards in the bed.)

Conlan: Hen, did Evie say when she’d be ready?

Henry: Uhh 10. I think. (scrolling on his phone)

Conlan: What are you looking at?

Henry: My dad’s texting me. Him and my mom are fighting again.

Conlan: What’s it about this time?

Henry: My dad forgot my mom’s birthday. Again. He think’s she’s being dramatic. She think’s he doesn’t care about her. I am stuck being the middle man yet again.

Conlan: I’m sorry man. At least you won’t be in the house tonight. Turn your phone off. It shouldn’t be your problem.

Henry: I know. Wanna grab some food before we get her?

Conlan: Yeah, Hank’s Burgers?

Henry: Sure.

Scene 2

Henry and Conlan stand on the porch of Evie’s home.

Conlan: I had the strangest dream last night. We were on the road and stopped in a small town and I got married. I don’t remember to whom, but I know we had an Elvis impersonator as our officiant at the wedding.

Henry: You are so weird. Every time I go back to school, I think I forget just how strange you are.

Evie enters holding her own surfboard.

Evie: Hello boys!

Conlan: Let’s go I want to make it there by sunset. (Evie hands her board to Henry and the three of them pile into Conlan’s truck)

Henry: You miss us while you were at your posh ivy league school?

Evie: Oh, shut up Henry. Yes, you know I missed you guys. All the boys at Brown have cooties!

Conlan: We have a long drive ahead of us.

Evie: Why are we going all the way to Maine? We literally live on a beach. Couldn’t we have surfed at home?

Conlan: Because Popham is having a huge storm right now, by the time we get there, the waves will put our waves to shame.

Henry: Wanna play a game to pass the time?

The three-play random road trip games as they drive to Maine for Northern New Jersey

Conlan: Are you kidding me! (Conlan kicks the flat tire on the left side of his truck)

Evie: We are only an hour out. We could call a cab or something.

Henry: Our boards wouldn’t fit.

Conlan: That was a dumb suggestion Ev.

Evie: Well at least it was an idea. You’ve just been yelling about how mad you are for 15 minutes.

Conlan: (Yelling)Yes, I am mad. This was supposed to be the best day of the summer. Perfect waves.  Surfing with my two best friends and it was ruined by this god damn tire! (Kicks the tire again)

Henry: Let’s start walking, maybe there will be a mechanic in town. We can get the tire changed and go.

Evie: Yeah Con, we still have like two hours till sunrise. We can make it.

Conlan: I can’t leave the truck. The locks broke in April.

(A passing car pulls over)

Girl: You guys need help?

Evie: We have a flat but no jack. Any chance you have one?

Girl: I think I might, in the trunk! (She runs to the back of her car and pulls out a car jack)

Conlan: You are our savior!

Girl: No, just a girl living in the world. (She laughs)

They change the tire and continue on the road. They drive for an hour. They arrive just as the sun begins to rise.

Conlan: We made it. Would you look at that sunrise.

Evie: It is so beautiful!

Henry: Let’s get in the water. The waves look perfect.

[plutostillexists]

The good thing about Samar is that there are many surfing sites, so after Siargao and Catarman, Cons and I intend to go to our next surfing destination, and we're browsing for surfboards online lol. It was good to meet wonderful folks who are truly participating in surfing competitions. We're into surfing now 🏄‍♀️🌊🏄‍♂️