#drink the kool-aid may have lean inside

[waitwhatohok]

Sturdy… We’re SOLID

I KNOW ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE ANY UPDATES. So Just really quick we’re on the mark to having the paperwork right, I dropped based elevator on September 25th it’s available where ever you stream music, I’ve made some cool designs so we’ll have some merch soon, I updated our mood on the site, I uploaded also some music to sound cloud and I put all my social media links in one nice neat place for you! Sorry I’ve been so distant. I’ve been productive! And I’ll be around more! So thank you for your continued attention! And I look forward to building and growing with you!

[reneebrxndxn]

Upstairs Storage Closet - Redwood Prom

where Ike and Renee get trapped in the supply closet together, they "talk" which goes as well as one would expect and Nicki saves the day.... @isaacapatow

ike apatow

Did they send you too? -Ike pauses inside the room, jam-crowded with a bunch of jars of preserves and linens and a stack of the plastic containers that they'd raided from a dollar store, so much stuff that he has to close the door to even fit inside- If you've got this covered, I can go. I'm sure they don't need two people finding the dandelion wine.

Renee Brandon

-Renee was unaware that Ike had been in the storage closet until she walked in.- No, I was coming up here to grab extra napkins. It looks like someone spilled some punch. But yeah, I can grab the wine if you want to go back.

ike apatow

Fine. -he goes to the door, some plastic tub lids tucked under his arm, but the lock won't budge- The fuck... -there's high-pitched giggling from outside, but then the giggles quickly disappear before Ike even has time to protest- Seriously? That better not have been your kids.

Renee Brandon

-Renee doesn't say anything at first, letting him walk past her to the door. She starts to grab the napkins but stops when she hears him swear which makes her stop- What better not be my kids?

ike apatow

Who just locked us in here, Renee.

Renee Brandon

-her face falls a bit- Please tell me you're joking.

ike apatow

-he scowls at her, the expression clear: would i joke about this? - and folds his arms, leaning against the wall with one foot kicked back- Somebody's bound to come along soon, at least.

Renee Brandon

-he head falls and she rubs her hand down her face.- Great.... -She gathers the supplies in a box and sets it down before sitting on a chair and takes off her heels- Yeah, you're probably right.

ike apatow

-he watches her, impassively, not saying anything for a while before asking- Is there anything to drink?

Renee Brandon

-With her not being his favorite person she figures she'd keep quiet instead of striking up a conversation. So it comes as a surprise when he asks her a question- ummm.... -She looks at the shelves and nods- There's some shub, some juice and some water and Kool aid packets if you want some punch

ike apatow

Water's fine.

Renee Brandon

-She nods and grabs a bottle of water to pass to him. As she hands it to him she glances up at his head.- Your head looks like it's healing up nicely.

ike apatow

Yeah, it is. I had enough people nagging me about keeping it uncovered and tending to it, I guess, to keep me from fucking up. -nurses some of the water, not really drinking it- I still smell it, though.

Renee Brandon

-She nods as she sits back down- That's good. -She considers opening one of the bottles of wine when he adds to his statement- Smell it? How so?

ike apatow

The burning. From when you seared it shut.

Renee Brandon

-She feels a mixture of relief that it wasn't rotting but guilt at the same time- I'm sorry about that..... I had to get the bleeding to stop fast before you lost too much.

ike apatow

I'm not criticizing you for doing it. I'm just saying. -rolls the bottle in his hands, gusting out a sigh-

Renee Brandon

-Renee taps her fingers on the nearby bottle- I'm not a therapist and I'm not your doctor, but I could offer my opinion on why you still smell it if you want.

ike apatow

-shrugs, but he's watching her intently, not blinking-

Renee Brandon

-She takes the shrug as a sure and sucks on a breath - It's your brain's way of coping from trauma. Like when an amputee feels pain from their extremity that is no longer there. When your brain focuses on the memory of it, you have a physiological reaction to it. Instead of phantom pain, it's smell.

ike apatow

Do you think I have trauma?

Renee Brandon

Mental trauma, maybe. After what happened, it's normal to be affected by it. You may not think it but it's possible you're still dealing with the effects of it.

ike apatow

-taps the water bottle against his side, with his arms folded- After what happened, Renee?

Renee Brandon

-She pushes out her breath- Yes.... after I screwed up and almost got us both killed.

ike apatow

Mmmmm. -takes a few long swallows of water- Somebody'll come for us soon.

Renee Brandon

-she leans back in her chair and folds her arms across her, hugging herself tightly as she shivers just a bit.- Hopefully soon....it's getting cold in here.

ike apatow

-he pushes off from the wall, reaching up onto one of the higher shelves to tug down some of the spare linens, all of them smelling like the lavender and rosemary strewing herbs that Bea folds into them for storage, the scent stirring as he hands them to her- It's a cold autumn.

Renee Brandon

-She watches him as he reaches up to grab the spare blankets and hands them to her- Thank you. -She gives him a small smile before standing up to wrap around her and hold them tight to her- It is, and lord knows it's not helping Henry right now.

ike apatow

I'm not making small talk with you. Not even about your kid. -returns to his place against the wall-

Renee Brandon

-She nods as she holds the blanket closer to her- That's fair. -She looks down at her lap and chooses to watch her knees bounce instead -

ike apatow

It's ironic how you keep acting like I'm gonna attack you or tear a strip off you or something.

Renee Brandon

-she looks up at him, genuinely surprised- I thought you didn't want to make small talk.

ike apatow

-snorts- Is that generally how people make small talk with you? Pointing out that you treat them like they're rabid?

Renee Brandon

-Her brow furrows and she shakes her head- No, Ike. I... -She pauses and she sighs- I don't know how to be around you, alright? You don't want to talk, fine, I won't try to talk to you. But now because I'm not talking, you think I'm scared of you, which I'm not. I'm trying to be courteous of you.

ike apatow

Courteous? Explain courteous to me.

Renee Brandon

Courteous. Aware of your feelings and honoring your wishes. Courteous, meaning be respectful and considerate.

ike apatow

-stares at her, then starts to laugh. and laugh and laugh, doubling over, until he's sobbing with laughter-

Renee Brandon

-Renee watches him, unamused by his reaction and heaves a sigh - Alright... What's so funny?

ike apatow

You are, Renee. You are. -slows his laughter, snuffling, dragging his sleeve across his face- I don't think I've ever met anybody so completely lacking in self-awareness. It's almost impressive.

Renee Brandon

-Renee sighs, pulling the blanket tighter around her- And what do you mean by that, Ike?

ike apatow

Mmmm. Naw. I'm gonna let you do your own homework on that one, because you know what, Renee? I know you're not gonna. So this way neither of us wastes our time.

Renee Brandon

-Renee grinds her teeth a little as she pulls herself into a standing position- No, Ike, actually, I would rather you just tell me this time because this whole guessing game you like to play is really starting to wear thin. I can't read your mind, I get mixed messages from everyone else when I try to figure out whatever lesson it is you're trying to get across....so I give. Yield, surrender, admit defeat, so on and so forth.

ike apatow

No you don't. You want me to fix everything so you can tell yourself you did everything you could and I'm still unreasonable. I'm not gonna do that.

Renee Brandon

Yes, I do. Honestly, I'm getting really tired you telling me what my intentions are. I'm not asking to gaslight you or make you out to be the bad guy or whatever contrived thing you come up with. I just want to know.

ike apatow

I know. It must be awful hard for you. But don't you worry about it, Renee, I'm not about to denounce you in town square so you can just keep on playing the victim and acting like I'm out to get you. Your halo ain't gonna be tarnished by the likes of me. -reaches over and hammers on the door with his fist, still looking at her- Hey! Get us the fuck outta here!

Renee Brandon

Really? Did you not hear a word I said? I.... -she doesn't finish and instead just groans- You're so God damn infuriating! -She falls back into her seat- You're just so adamant that everyone wants to blame you all the time. It must be so hard to believe that anyone else is willing to take the blame for their own mistakes. It's either that or you like taking the blame for some reason.

ike apatow

You're ... not taking the blame for anything. Are you serious?

Renee Brandon

For what happened at the clinic and your head? Yeah I am because it was my fault.

ike apatow

And I'm the only person you're willing to say that in front of. Because I already know that.

Renee Brandon

No, Ike. I told Ares, I told Jake. I'll tell Ermano and Jemma.

ike apatow

-looks at her for a minute, then, because he can't help himself- What did Jake have to say?

Renee Brandon

Well he wasn't thrilled, but we're working things out.

ike apatow

He wasn't thrilled? That's all you're gonna give me?

Renee Brandon

-she breathes a sigh- I mean, concerned about what happened, worried about the injuries, glad we're okay, and like a parent, wanted to make sure I learned my lesson from the stupidity of my actions.

ike apatow

But you're working things out. That's nice for you.

Renee Brandon

-she nodded- We are, yeah. Or at least trying to with....everything....

ike apatow

I wasn't concerned about your little affair, Renee. I don't care. It'll all work out for you.

Renee Brandon

Believe me, I know you don't care.

ike apatow

-looks at her, flatly-

Renee Brandon

What?

ike apatow

Your capacity to feel badly-used by people. It's somethin' else. But hey! At least you got your handsome movie star looking after you like a parent and worried about your injuries and concerned about the danger you were in.

Renee Brandon

-she scoffs as she shakes her head- You act like there's not a single person who cares about you.

ike apatow

That's not what I said. I'm not talking about me.

Renee Brandon

So you have a problem with someone caring about me.

ike apatow

...do you ever listen to yourself? I mean, do you ever think about any experiences outside of your own?

Renee Brandon

Yeah, Ike, I do. Or at least I try to when someone shares them. I know that's probably hard for you to believe, but it's true.

ike apatow

It's hard for me to believe because you sure as hell don't extend me the courtesy.

Renee Brandon

And I apologized for that, didn't I? I misjudged you and I was wrong and I am sorry. That's not be blowing it out my ass, it's the honest to God's truth.

ike apatow

Yeah? I'm sure your opinion of me's really changed. Not like you're constantly waiting for me to rat you out, or call for the Redwood version of your beheading. Anyhow. Doesn't matter. You'll go on being the camp's golden haired saint and martyr, and I'll go on being whatever the fuck I am. -hammers on the door again, adding a kick this time- SOMEBODY WANNA GET US OUT OF HERE?

Renee Brandon

-And there it was - the problem. At least she finally knew what it was now. But clearly the conversation was done - not that she felt better at all-

Nicki Torres

-it took Nicki probably longer than she would have liked to realize that the kids' attempts to set into motion Operation Bulbasaur had backfired when she noticed that Jake was at the party and Renee was nowhere to be seen....and neither was Ike. She headed up to the supply closet and heard Ike's residual pounding- Hang on, I'm here. -she unlocks the door and pulls it open, smiling as she spotted him- Look at me, rescuing you again. We really need to stop meeting like this.

ike apatow

-muttering as he sweeps out of the closet, gathering Nicki and hauling her with him as he goes, holding her clamped against him almost painfully tight- Thank fucking god. Whoever you were with is gonna have to do without you for the next fifteen. I'm gonna fuck your brains out.

Nicki Torres

-Nicki hoops in surprise as he yanks her in but walks alongside him, even as his arms seem to be almost crushing her- Now this is feeling more like prom.

[prettyshon10]

No, seriously, the fact that we only have three episodes left has me so nervous, because there’s so much about the CRM that we still have to uncover.

What are these “things” only the inner circle knows about that makes them drink the kool-aid? What is this “swear on the sword” moment supposed to be? What does the “500 year plan” entail?

We know Okafor’s initial intentions were to push up A’s as more open and idealistic leaders who would dismantle the current ways of the CRM and “save the world”. Problem is, people have different views on what it takes to save the world. Obviously, Beale and Jadis have aligned views that contrast with Okafor’s plans. And since her promotion (induction), it seems as though Thorne may be leaning more towards their way of thinking, as opposed to what Okafor had planned for her.

The writing has done such a great job at integrating cult vibes and fascist tones in ways that are realistic. Of course the people inside the city live blissfully unaware. Of course survivors of the ZA—traumatized, grieving, and fearful—so many years in would fall for the “last light of the world” rhetoric. Of course a powerful force would use the fall of society to reshape the world they see fit. Using dialogue such as “I’m a believer.”/“I know it all now. I see why we are out here, doing this”.

While I don’t at all think Rick will fall into Beale’s way of thinking, I am curious as to how Okafor’s influence will ultimately come into play. So much time spent in this environment, as much as Rick would want to go back with Michonne to their family, it’s also possible that he can’t just walk away. He’s definitely been conditioned, but the core of who he is isn’t going to bend towards whatever atrocities the CRM higher ups have deemed to be for humanity’s benefit. If anything, his “swear on the sword” moment might wholly convince him of Okafor’s plans: replace the regime. Which could possible align with Michonne wanting to put a stop to them back in episode two.

The Civic Republic itself is so massive and there’s layers to peel back. I haven’t seen World Beyond outside of a few clips, but the way they’ve been built up in TOWL alone has me so interested in the inner workings of this organization; I can’t see it all crumbling down in a manner of three episodes. So I’m very invested into how Rick and Michonne are going to combat it (and with consideration of innocent civilians), as well as how this ultimately shapes Rick’s mindset.

i'm ngl there's something about the whole thing with beale and the echelon briefing and "when you reach that point (a promotion?) swear on the sword, but don't let it take" that gives me some crazy brainwashing vibes. and beale wanted to debrief rick? oh hell naw. glad michonne got him out when she did.

[thelowlysatsuma]

y’all know what? fuck it. time for headcanons

so. SO. logan, patton, and janus being the Tired Adult Friends

they are. so fucking tired

they have two brain cells that they share between the three of them in order to keep the other sides in line. patton is least often seen in possession of them, but sometimes he’ll show up with them in hand

they do “boring adult shit” for fun like go drink wine together and talk shit about the others

they’ve each had turns having to stop the other two from getting too into something and doing something monumentally stupid. janus had to stop a sleepless marathon of sherlock holmes audiobooks. patton had to disarm MANY dangerous thought experiments. logan had to prevent the great puppy heist of 2020.

the all listen to the adventure zone together. logan and janus take turns awkwardly reassuring patton when the swearing/innuendos get too much. they all get a little weepy over lucretia. patton dresses up as magnus one day and forces the other two to cosplay with him. they go as john (jan goes ALL OUT with the eye imagery) and barry (logan allegedly didn’t wanna put in the effort, but actually did some very convincing skull makeup) respectively.

they have a group chat and all silently judge each others’ texting styles

patton: check out this cool meme I saw on Facebook!

janus, looking into the camera like he’s on the office before checking out the meme he’s seen 17272818272828 times before: you’re doing amazing, sweetie; I love it

PRANK WARS!!!! but lovingly!!!

patton and logan fill janus’ room with cats. logan denies being a part of the scheme, but he was VERY excited about it. janus walks into the common room covered in cat hair and ready to murder

logan and janus bonding over art theory and shit talking famous artists

logan and janus are science buddies!! it is terrifying! do not let these two be alone together because they will Wreak Havoc!

patton: *sticks up for someone who’s hurt*

logan: 👀👀👀👀👀😳

janus: 🙄

logan walks into a room and patton starts gushing abt how happy he is to see him and janus is done with this sappy feelings bullshit so he says “wow, glad to see you too, friends of mine” and patton immediately Pouts and does puppy dog eyes and goes in for a hug

*distant explosions* *roman screaming*

logan and janus, in unison: not it

any time patton understands or references a dirty joke/swear word, janus puts a quarter in a jar. it’s half full, but nobody will ever believe him

i would say cuddle piles, but knowing these three dipshits it’s more likely that logan passed out annotating papers on the couch, patton fell asleep beside logan waiting for him to wake back up so he could say hi, and janus just flopped down on top of both of them because he honestly doesn’t give a shit anymore

they do just. the most ridiculous competitions together. patton gets a visitor’s pass to the imagination so he can whip up a wipeout course for them. logan makes them games of jeopardy. janus hosts EXCELLENT murder mystery parties

patton may be bad at most board and card games, but if you try to beat him in uno, you will face death in the face. janus finds this hilarious up until it gets turned on him

in their group chat, patton will yell at the others for being up late, in spite of the fact that he himself is also up late

okay but if you think they don’t gossip about stupid fictional crushes together then You Are Wrong

janus is just as touchy feeley as patton, but he leans more towards arms around shoulders and back claps than hugs

patton, entering the common room, hands dripping red:

janus: oh my god he finally killed somebody

logan: absolutely not. the consistency is all wrong for blood. he stuck his hands in a bucket of kool aid

patton, who’d just returned from helping dye roman’s hair: guys, could you lighten up a little?

patton and janus cry together at 3am over that one time a cornsnake curled around thomas’ arm and it was very cute.

logan and janus shit talk discrepancies in popular media, especially doctor who. patton is generally just there for the good shows and the snacks.

janus: shut up, fives. a ten is talking.

logan: we all have the same face???

god save anyone on the receiving end of the combined powers of patton’s “i’m not mad, I’m just disappointed”, logan’s “explain what exactly you think you’re doing right now”, and janus’ “why are you like this you dumbass” glares

patton makes them friendship bracelets. logan and janus both hide theirs on their person but patton knows they keep them with them at all times

patton tries to convince the entire mindscape to go as the scoobies for halloween one year. he and janus divide and conquer with the core four and the others, and together, they manage to pull it off. remus is a truly horrifying scrappy doo

logan goes through a pirate kick for a little bit and teaches the other two how to duel. patton is surprisingly good at it, and logan dies a bit inside. janus thinks all this is fucking hysterical, and appreciates it immensely

they play calvinball together once. only once.

“sincerely meeeeeeEEEEEEE” “siNCERELY MEE”

yeah don’t even get started on all the musicals they do karaoke of. logan and janus insist it was patton’s idea, which it was, but they’re filthy liars who have just as much fun as patton

janus: *turns on anaconda*

logan: *plays phantom of the opera along to it*

when they get bored they just lie on top of one another, throw wads of paper at the walls of the commons, and play word association games

they fuckin Jam Out to schoolhouse rock. don’t tell me they wouldn’t

anyways I’m back on my sanders sides bullshit, y’all. please feel free to throw some more headcanons out there

( @coconut-cluster : 👀👀👀)

[anianimol]

HDHSKWBS THANK YOU!! the drabble for the request was amazing!! since i may as well, i have yet another song for you!! this one is a bit more light hearted, so same rules as the last one, and make sure to have fun!! your song shall be “gimme love” by joji! again, thank you!! — 𓂉.

“Gimme Love”

Kuroo Tetsurō x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

WC: 1.1k

Warnings: none

a/n: Hi my loves! This prompt kinda hit home for me in an unexpected way, since this is a pretty upbeat song. But I think the longer you listen, and the more you read the lyrics, the clearer it is that this song is actually pretty somber. That feeling of wanting love from your lover, but not vocalizing it. How we each want someone who can understand without needing words, someone who can sense that something is wrong, even if it’s not relayed verbally. We all just want to feel loved. And we want someone to notice that. 

“Give me love. Even if I say I don’t need it or want it.”

5:30 AM. Wake up. Brush teeth, comb hair, a quick shave. Pull on a suit, sling a tie over the shoulders, grab an apple and the briefcase. 

5:47 AM. Feed the dog, grab a coffee to go. 

5:50 AM. Kiss her on the cheek, pull up the covers, slip out the door. 

Kuroo Tetsurō was accustomed to this schedule. In fact, he appreciated it; it kept him sane. 

It allowed him to take a glimpse, though a short one, at that angelic sleeping face of yours, all curled into the now-empty space where his body had been. 

That was a sight only he was lucky enough to see. 

On his early commute into the city, his mind wandered, as per usual, back to his cozy home, all things warm and tender, filled with love, filled with you. 

Something ached deep inside him—that ugly beast rearing its head once again. He tried to shake the feeling, telling himself that he was only being selfish. 

But he would be lying to himself if he said it wasn’t lonely. 

-

You awoke to the cool, slick sensation of your two-year-old Siberian husky pup lapping eagerly at your cheek, the buzz of your alarm sounding at your bedside table. 

“Morning Lola,” you grumbled, ruffling her marbled coat and stretching your limbs, sighing as you clambered out of bed. 

Shuffling into the kitchen, you stifled a yawn, feeling around the countertop for your favorite mug. 

Pouring yourself a cup of the lukewarm drink, you frowned slightly at the pot. 

He made extra for me. 

It had seemed that Kuroo was always the one that was taking care of you. His new job undertaking the majority of the financial burden of your living expenses while you finished off grad school. Waking up at the crack of dawn and somehow not making a single sound, slipping out of your arms and off to work. Absorbing all the stresses from your daily life like a giant sponge, never complaining about the burden of your emotions. 

He seemed fine. Almost too fine. 

It was as if he was always on. Always at the lab, always listening to you talk about your day, always making time for you, for friends. 

Though he didn’t show it, you had assumed it was beginning to take some sort of toll on him. 

You wondered if he was truly doing it for himself anymore. Did he feel weighed down by you, on top of work? Was there something he needed to get off of his chest? 

Was he scared to confide in you?

-

6:43 PM. Pack your things, grab your overcoat, say your goodbyes. 

6:47 PM. Take the elevator to the ground floor. Walk two blocks to the parking garage, start the engine. 

The black SUV rolled its way out of the garage, turning onto the congested street as Kuroo found himself slipping back into his thoughts. 

He sighed heavily, his back muscles relaxing into the red leather as he stared mindlessly out into traffic. 

Could he even muster the courage to tell you? He knew how swamped you were; between work and your part-time job, you didn’t need the added stress of his futile thoughts. Knowing your personality, you’d drop everything to cater to him, which was something he did not want. 

But what did he want?

He wasn’t exactly sure. 

-

The sound of keys jangling in the lock at half-past seven was promptly followed by Lola’s excited barking as she scratched at the door. 

“How’s my little girl?” 

Kuroo’s voice was low, a bit raspy as he greeted the pup, bending down to scratch her lovingly behind the ears. Slipping out of his Oxford’s and making his way inside, he padded his way into the kitchen, where you were putting the finishing touches on dinner. 

“Evening, my love.” 

His arms found their way around your waist, his chin coming to rest at your collarbone as his body slumped against yours with a heavy exhale. 

You smiled at his touch. Turning to face him, your lips brushed softly across his cheekbone as he nuzzled your cheek, humming as you leaned into him. 

“Tired, baby?”

He shook his head, though the constant throbbing inside his skull said otherwise. 

Dinner was delicious, as usual. You had a way of knowing exactly when to make his favorite comfort foods, the meal settling comfortably in his stomach to ease the pain of the day. 

After sifting through emails and unread text messages, Kuroo placed his phone and glasses on the bedside table, blowing out the smoldering flame of the candle with a soft huff. 

Reaching across the sheets, his fingers grasped a cold hand, a chuckle escaping his lips as you instinctively moved closer. 

“You sure you’re alright?”

Your question hung in the darkness for a quiet moment before he answered.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good.”

The voice inside screamed, clawing its way up his throat. “Can’t you hear me?”

“Ok.” 

You were silent as he shifted, the mattress creaking beneath him. His back now faced you, blank and cold.

The bedframe squeaked once again. 

Kuroo stiffened against you as you curled against his back, arms weaving around his torso, squeezing him tightly. 

You placed a gentle kiss to his shoulder, finding your way into the crook of his neck.

“You’re not okay. Let it out, love.”

You had known. How could you not? This was the man you had spent half of your lifetime loving; you knew every nuance of his personality, the meaning of each expression, how his sighs sounded different when there was something weighing heavily on his chest. 

His back shuddered against you, his entire body shaking as he tried to muffle his sobs, anguished whimpers escaping his lips as his bit down, hard, on his clenched fist. 

He turned in your grip, instantly burying his tear-streaked face in your chest, letting the cries wrack his body as he bowed into your touch, allowing you to hold him.

Your hands clutched his agonizing form to you, one stroking the back of his head tenderly, the other rubbing gentle circles into the small of his back.

As his voice quieted, sobs turning to shaky breaths, you felt his body release the tension it had been holding, his muscles loosening into your hands. 

“I’m sorry.” His voice was barely a whisper as he panted against your chest, his hot breaths tickling your skin. 

“Look at me,” you ordered, softening your own voice.

As he tilted his face upwards to look at you, your expression melted, seeing the vulnerable expression that rested upon his features.

Cupping his cheeks, you tugged him towards you so his forehead lay against yours, his skin slightly sticky with sweat.

“You never have to apologize to me. Not for your feelings. Not for anything.”

“I love you. And I hear you.”

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[tsukikoayanosuke]

“This is your captain’s order!” - Twisted Wonderland OC

School Uniform

Dorm Uniform

(Picrew used)

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Jonah Argentum is the main protagonist in my fanfic, Twisted Wonderland: Our Precious Treasure and taking the role as MC/Yuu. A mysterious non-magician student who doesn't have any memories of his past. Gaining the title ‘Captain' of the Ramshackle Dorm’, he's the one who leads his crew out of their own mess and is very protective toward them.

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==/Technical Information/==

Japanese: ジョナ・アージェンタム

Romaji:  jona aajentamu

Voiced by: Akira Ishida

Debut: Chapter 1: The Flickering Darkness!

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==/Biographical Information/==

Name: Jonah Argentum (ジョナ・アージェンタム / jona aajentamu)

Gender: Male

Age: 16 (Chapter 1-68); 17 (Current)

Birthday: 31st October

Star Sign: Scorpio

Height: 157 cm

Eye Color: Black (left), Yellow-and-Red (Right, covered by an eye-patch)

Homeland: Radiant Haven

Family: Benjamin Argentum (father); Dinah Argentum-Goldstein (mother, deceased)

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==/Professional Status/==

Dorm: Ramshackle Dorm

School Year: First

Class: 1-A, Student no.3

Occupation: Student, Part-timer at Mostro Lounge (former)

Club: Board Game Club

Best Subject: Flying Skills; Astronomy

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==/Fun Facts/==

Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous, but prefers right hand

Favorite Food: Bonzabeast Stew

Least Favorite Food: Kimchi

Dislikes: His 'crew' getting into troubles; Any memories problem; Not understanding anything

Hobby: Cooking; Flying; Stargazing or just looking at the night sky in general; Just talking to people; Exploring, investigating, and treasure hunting

Talents: Cooking; Strategist leader in battle; Possible Team Mom

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==/Personality/==

Jonah is, at his core, a nice guy. He tends not to get involved too much but can be curious. He likes exploring new things that he didn't understand before (even if he had trouble catching up with school). Around his friends, which he often calls them his 'crew', he's the voice of reason and probably the only sane one around the bunch, which makes him the captain of the crew.

And speaking of being a captain, Jonah does have that commanding aura. He knows when he can be lenient or when to be serious. He takes the role of 'captain' pretty serious, making sure his crew listens to his order so that they can get out of the mess they got themselves into.  Because he cares to much about his friends, sometimes he forgets about himself. He would risk himself jumping into trouble as long as his friends are save. Thus, he very often gets himself in trouble that almost takes his life.

Between his days, he grows to have a big heart. Compassion can be his biggest strength. He believes in forgiveness, second chances, and people can changes. He wants to understand the situations first and provide helps the best as he can. He may step back if it becomes a more private matters, but willing to be a mediator.

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==/Relationships/==

Grim (closest friend; crewmate; fellow Ramshackle Dorm)

Dire Crowley (possible father-figure)

Ace Trappola (close friend; crewmate)

Deuce Spade (close friend; crewmate)

Riddle Rosehearts (friend, Riddle may have a little crush on Jonah after Heartslabyul Arc)

Trey Clover (friend)

Cater Diamond (friend)

Azul Ashengrotto (he cleaned the Ramshackle Dorm and Jonah keeps reminding himself to say thank you, Board Game Club member, former his boss at Mostro Lounge, their relationship is a bit wobbly after the whole contract shenanigans,)

Jade Leech (former coworkers at Mostro Lounge, fellow-chef , their relationship is a bit wobbly after the whole contract shenanigans )

Floyd Leech  (former coworkers at Mostro Lounge, he likes to hug Jonah unannounced, their relationship is a bit wobbly after the whole contract shenanigans)

Leona Kingscholar (acquaintance but grows some respect between them; Jonah stepped on his tail once and Leona disintegrated his arm)

Ruggie Bucchi (acquaintance ; Ruggie is grateful from Jonah saving his and Leona’s butt and grows respect between each other)

Jack Howl (friend; crewmate)

Vil Schoenheit (potential brother-figure since both of them are Crowley’s godson)

Epel Felmier (friend; crewmate, flying buddies, Epel saved him once from falling)

Idia Shroud (acquaintance, Board Game Club member)

Ortho Shroud (acquaintance;   Board Game Club (honorary) member)

Malleus Draconia (acquaintance, they had a cryptic midnight conversation once; Apparently they met each other once when Jonah was 10 years old)

Kalim al-Asim (partner in training camp)

Jamil Viper (not the best considering he’s behind the training camp fiasco)

Alchemi Alchemivich Pinkaa (unknown relationship, though it appears that they were good friends back in Royal Sword Academy)

Jacob Orion Columbus (childhood friends before amnesia; their relationship are rather shaky)

Magdalene Killigrew (childhood friends before amnesia; their relationship are rather shaky)

Bridgette Eduarda Newton (childhood friends before amnesia; their relationship are rather shaky)

Benjamin Argentum (father and son; their relationship are rather shaky)

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==/Trivia/==

Jonah has amnesia. While he can do basic stuff like talking, writing, cleaning, and cooking (which he’s really good at it), his other memories revolving around his past and family are blocked [Chapter 136-137]

The Dark Mirror said that he has magic power inside but is dormant for an unknown reason [Chapter 3]. Though it could be related to his blot-absorbing eye.

When he takes the lead, he usually reveals his strange eyes. It makes him more confident.

He’s a slow learner. He’s not great at schoolwork, but when he finds his right tempo. he can learn faster.

Jonah has a history with Royal Sword Academy and Che’nya implied that he once attended there. During the Interdorm Magishift Tournament, when Jonah passed with some RSA boys, they recognize him despite Jonah himself doesn’t because of his amnesia.

After Savanaclaw Arc, Jonah loses his right arm starting from below his elbow. It’s replaced by a modern prosthetic/cyborg arm (courtesy from Idia) [Chapter 64-65]

While magic can work on him, Jonah is immune to potions, poisons, and non-magic medications (like aspirin, kool-aid, and cough medicine). This is the reason why his bone can’t grow back after losing his arm despite bone-growing potion exist. His body basically rejects them, leaving him throwing up everything. If you force him to drink them and he somehow managed to swallow them, he'll just become sicker than before. [Chapter 63; 97]

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==/Behind the Scene/==

Jonah is basically my version of the MC, though I'll try to make him stand out more. 

 In the game, it is unclear why the MC can’t get home, that’s why I gave Jonah one reason: he’s unable to remember his home, thus the Dark Mirror can’t send him back

Jonah is actually based on an already existed Disney villain. I will talk more about this when my fanfic is nearing the end.

While Jonah's eye is also related with the Disney villain, it is also inspired by Itsuki Iba from Rental Magica (who reminds me of Ciel Phantomhive from Black Butler)

My goal is for Jonah to befriend with all first years. We're going to make a squad! Outside of Ace, Deuce, and Grim, there will be Riddle, Jack, Azul, Epel, Sebek, and Malleus. I don’t know about Scarabia and Ignihyde yet, because I can’t really separate Jamil-Kalim (but leaning toward Kalim) and Idia-Ortho (possible both).

I've sort-of planned for Jonah to end up in a romantic relationship with one of the characters. Who? I won't tell you. Yet.

I often refer to the gang as the ‘Golden Trio’, because Jonah, Ace, and Deuce remind me of Harry, Ron, and Hermione (this is coming from someone who never read or watches Harry Potter) so can I ship ADeuce now?

If you want to read more about Jonah, check out my fanfic Twisted-Wonderland: Our Precious Treasure [https://archiveofourown.org/works/23666923/chapters/56812873]

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

The Girl Next Door (Part 12) - Fourth of July

Summary: Dean spends some time bonding with Jack and he and the reader share a special fourth of July night with one another...

The Girl Next Door Masterlist

Pairing: Neighbor/Mechanic!Dean x baker!reader

Word Count: 4,000ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Parts of this series are told from two different POV’s. Dean’s POV are written from limited third person. Reader’s POV are second person (like a typical reader insert). Enjoy!…

Reader’s POV

“Hello boys,” you said, smiling as you saw Dean and Jack slip out of Baby next door around lunch the next day. You sipped on your lemonade, taking another bite of your sandwich. “I got more inside made up if you want some.”

“I think I like this having a girlfriend thing,” said Dean as he walked across the grass. “Sammy behaving this morning?”

“Perfect angel,” you laughed, looking to Jack when he hopped up the front step. “You’re off baking duty this afternoon, Jack. Go enjoy the sunny day, have your talk with Cas.”

“Kicking me out?” he asked.

“I think your sister is saying take a ‘me’ day, Jack,” said Dean, climbing over the railing and plopping onto the bench next to you.

“Can I borrow your car?” he asked.

“My car is in a scrap yard, Jack,” you said with a laugh. “Sorry.”

“Mine too,” frowned Sam, carrying out a plate of sandwiches and a pitcher of lemonade. “Still need to get a new one.”

“Are you wearing an apron?” grinned Dean, already reaching into his pocket for his phone.

“I will go destroy that pie, Y/N, made for you,” he said. Dean narrowed his eyes but leaned back, grabbing a sandwich. “That’s what I thought.”

“Why do you need a car, Jack? Gonna buy a big screen for your room?” asked Dean.

“I got a big screen in the family room,” you said.

“Yeah but-“ said Dean.

“No,” said Jack, taking a seat on the railing, taking a few bites of his meal. “I wanted to go to the art store. Buy a canvas.”

“Here,” you said, popping into the house, coming out with an envelope. “Money for your art supplies.”

“I got it...and that’s a lot Y/N,” he said as he looked inside of it.

“Supplies are expensive and I’m the one that asked you to make something after all,” you said.

“Fine,” said Jack, tucking the envelope in his pocket. “I still need a car though.”

“Alright. I guess we’re going shopping after lunch,” said Dean, sipping on his lemonade.

“I could borrow your-“ said Jack, Dean already shaking his head.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no no, no-“

“I guess you’re driving me then,” said Jack,

“Awesome. Benny and I’ll take you to a buddy of ours sometime soon so you can get your own wheels. He’s got plenty of used cars in good shape, sells to car guys at a discount,” said Dean.

“No,” you said. Dean cocked his head, Jack opening his mouth but you held up a finger. “You’re in a new car, something safe. God knows we need safe cars around here.”

“She’s got a point,” said Sam.

“Alright. We’ll go car shopping soon. Y/N should be getting a new one soon herself,” said Dean. “You sure you two got your baking stuff handled today?”

“Mhm. You boys take the afternoon off. We got this.”

Dean’s POV

“Woah, that’s big,” said Dean, Jack carrying the long canvas he’d picked out around the back of the store. “Whatcha going to do again?”

“Y/N asked me to paint something for the wall by the front door,” said Jack, turning down the paint aisle, leaning the canvas against the shelf while he tossed a few brushes in the basket.

“Cool. What are you going to paint?” he asked.

“Well, a lot of the house is white downstairs. White kitchen, white walls, light colored furniture. I want it to match you know?” said Jack.

“Yeah. It kind of looks like it’s out of some home magazine or something. It all fits together so well,” said Dean.

“I’m pretty sure she had a home designer decorate for her,” said Jack. “One of our parents friends did that sort of thing. We’re from Kansas City so I wasn’t sure why she moved out to Lawrence really or how she even found it. It’s very beautiful inside though, like Sam’s.”

“Yeah but I like that the houses aren’t cookie cutter on the street,” he said, Dean picking up a few bottles of paint. “Don’t let me tell you how to work your craft or anything but I think you should do something colorful.”

“It’ll stand out. I think something muted would be better for the house,” said Jack.

“So you want it to blend in with the rest, not stand out?” asked Dean, cocking his head.

“You don’t have to talk to me like I’m five, Dean. I’m only a few years younger than you, you realize,” he said.

“Alright then, big guy,” said Dean, lifting his chin. “I’ll shut up then.”

Jack rolled his eyes and stared at the paint, Dean crossing his arms while he waited.

“Stop staring at me,” said Jack.

“Well don’t take all day. You got Cas’ soon,” he said.

“She didn’t ask me so I could make some perfect picture for her. She only asked so I would get back into painting, something I used to really enjoy, like Y/N and her baking,” said Jack.

“So why are you so worried about making sure it fits in with the house then? If she asked you to paint so you get some enjoyment, I think you paint what you want, hm?” said Dean.

“...I get why Sam calls you the most annoying older brother in the world,” said Jack.

“Yeah, well. You’re stuck with me, Jack,” said Dean with a smile.

“And if you and my sister ever decided to call things off?” he asked.

“If she does ever come to her senses, and I sincerely hope she doesn’t, we can still be friends. You’ll still have your job, still go to Cas. My relationship with you might have started because of your sister but that don’t mean it has to end there,” said Dean.

“Benny says you always took in the strays,” said Jack.

“He doesn’t understand,” said Dean with a smile. “I love him, but he doesn’t.”

“What doesn’t he understand?”

“I was never friends with the new kids because they needed me, Jack. I was friends with them because I needed them. They didn’t know me. I might as well try to be friends before they changed their mind,” said Dean. Jack stared at him, blinking a few times.

“Would you want to come to therapy with me today?”

“Dean,” said Cas, raising an eyebrow when he walked into his office. He gave Jack a smile, spotting the guest tag on Dean’s shirt. “You’re here as Jack’s guest?”

“Yeah but don’t be shrinking me buddy. I’m just here cause Jack asked,” said Dean.

“Alright,” said Cas, taking a seat in his chair. He flipped open a new page on his notebook, setting it down on the table beside him before he crossed his legs. “So. Jack. To be honest I was expecting Y/N to be your first guest.”

“Yeah,” said Jack, glancing at Dean. “Dean’s uh-”

“Again, we ain’t shrinking me,” said Dean.

“Dean,” said Cas, lifting his chin and closing his eyes. “Jack, perhaps you can better explain the rules and relationship we have in this room versus outside of it, seeing as we are friends outside of it. I think that will help Dean understand what I expect when he’s here, guest or not.”

“Excuse me? You want me to give you a noggie over-”

“You may refer to me as Dr. Novak the reminder of the session, Dean. I think that will help you understand that for the next 58 minutes, we are not friends as you think of us,” he said.

“Alright, angry spice. I got it,” said Dean.

“Cas, Dr. Novak,” said Jack, “...he has a very strict confidentiality rule so he never shares anything in here that’s said with anyone, even if it’s about people he knows. He never brings anything up outside of the room either. We have to be honest and there’s nothing wrong with being honest with how we’re feeling. It helps us grow.”

“Alright. I ain’t drinking the kool aid but alright,” said Dean. Cas gave him a glare but turned back to Jack with a smile.

“Please continue Jack.”

“So like I was saying...Dean made a comment today and it made me think...maybe he’s not the guy I thought he was,” said Jack. Dean turned to his left, Jack ignoring his gaze. “You know, perfect.”

“No one is perfect, Jack,” said Cas. “Including Dean.”

“I know that. Dean just...he takes care of everyone. He does everything. He never complains or gets mad. He knows the right thing to say and...I guess I realized that he’s as scared as everybody else deep down,” said Jack.

“Would you like to respond to that?” asked Cas.

“No thank you, Dr. Novak,” said Dean, looking around the room. Cas snapped his fingers, Dean’s eyes landing back on him.

“I’m going to cheat a little,” said Cas.

“Shocker,” said Dean.

“Dean,” said Cas, leaning forward in his chair. “Jack’s not saying anything I didn’t already know. You have put yourself below others your entire life. I’m not saying you need therapy or to talk about why that is or any of that stuff. I just want to know, knowing all it is that you do about Jack, do you want to say anything back to him about what he just said?”

“I’ll tell you that life is shitty. And hard, Jack,” said Dean, leaning forward in his seat. “And I do all of those things because it makes me valuable, and needed, and I like taking care of my family. I got scars, just like you. You grew up rich, I didn’t, but we’re very similar. You had problems with your folks, I have problems with my folks. You got a little sibling you’d do anything for. I remember at the hospital. I know you snuck off to donate blood. I know you think you’re less than her too, that she’s more important than you. I think you feel like you disappointed her, broke something between the two of you after what happened last year. I know that, Jack.

“I don’t know what happened after that accident back then. I don’t know if you two fought or what but I don’t imagine it was good. I think that cute little thing next door that I love could destroy someone if she wanted to without even thinking twice. I do think she’s capable of it. I think she feels guilty though, like she let you down the past year. I think she was sad about your parents and even worse when she realized the kind of place she left you in to recover. I think she was lonely and you were lonely and you’re both learning it’s okay to trust each other again.

“People aren’t perfect Jack. Most of us are fucked up and we just hide it from everybody. Hell, two months ago my life was on auto-pilot. It wasn’t a bad life but I lived with that shitty feeling all the time. Last night, your sister made me feel like I was this amazing person. She was proud of me and she made me happy, still makes me happy. She’s in love with me and I love her. So you know what you do when shit happens? You pick yourself back up and you keep going, cause someday, someone’s going to walk into your life that’s going to change it. Somebody is going to come in and change it and it’s going to happen again and again and someday you’ll look back and think wow, look at what I got going for me now, look how different things are. I’m still not perfect but it’s not so bad anymore and I’m still learning that I’m important too. You get that, Jack?”

“So I shouldn’t...so when lift gets shitty, I should keep going cause it’ll get better eventually?” asked Jack.

“Sure,” said Dean, leaning back in his seat.

“Well. Okay then,” said Cas with a smile. “Why don’t you tell me about your day so far, Jack?”

“Hey, hold up,” said Cas when Dean and Jack were leaving. “Just you, Dean.”

Dean held a blank face as Jack left the room, rolling his eyes the second the door shut behind him.

“Do not go therapist on me, Cas. Seriously,” said Dean.

“I’m not. I just wanted to say...I really like Y/N,” said Cas. “It takes a special person to get through to you.”

“Okay...you aren’t gonna be weird or anything about the stuff I said in here…”

“About what? You told Jack to keep going and that life can be good. I think that’s pretty good advice,” said Cas.

“You’re not going to try and get me to talk to someone?” said Dean.

“Not unless you ever wanted to. You and Jack have different needs. Yours are being taken care of elsewhere. The fact you haven’t ripped my head off yet tells me it’s not just your relationship with Y/N that’s changing, it’s all of them,” said Cas with a smile. “Your friends are starting to notice you’re happy, Dean.”

“I really hate shrink you,” said Dean with a smile.

“Mhm. Go on. I got another appointment. I’ll see you Thursday at Benny’s for the party?” asked Cas.

“See you, buddy.”

Two Days Later: Reader’s POV

“Dean, I’m glad you enjoyed the pie but I really don’t think I should make you another one so soon. You’ve eaten two in two days,” you said, pressed up against him on your porch swing.

“But it’s so good. When do I get to have one of those Fourth of July cookies?” he asked.

“The second we get to Benny’s place for the party, you can dive in, babe,” you said.

“I am a babe, aren’t I?” he said, pecking a kiss on your cheek.

“I’m still not convinced Y/N isn’t the one without a brain injury,” said Sam. Dean turned behind himself with a scowl, Sam chuckling as he stood up.

“She’s still got a concussion,” said Dean. “Hey, you’re not done with your yoga crap. Get back down there.”

“I’m cutting it short today,” said Sam. “Eileen’s driving me and Avy so we’ll catch you guys at Benny’s?”

“Mhm,” you hummed.

“Avy, let’s go home and cool off for a minute before we head out, okay?” called Sam. She popped her head up from your driveway, ditching her chalk in her bucket and picking it up to bring home.

“See you, Sammy,” said Dean. He stood up from the seat and stretched, walking into the garage where Jack was working. “Painting’s looking good.”

“Thank you,” he said. “I should wash up before we leave.”

“Probably. Never know if there’ll be a cute girl there,” said Dean, flashing Jack a wink.

You heard Jack laugh as he picked up the hose in the driveway, spraying off his hands.

“I’m not quite ready for that yet,” said Jack.

“Benny’s got this cute cousin, Maggie, your age apparently. She’s gonna be there,” you said.

“I don’t need a girlfriend,” he said.

“No. But she’s just moved back to town. Could be a friend,” said Dean. “I’ll be back to pick you two up in thirty.”

“Jack!” you called, standing by the top of the stairs. He appeared at the bottom, half a cookie in his mouth. “Why am I not surprised...can you help me down when you’re done stealing cookies?”

“So you aren’t going to sneak down the stairs like you did this morning?” he laughed. He hopped up the steps, throwing an arm under your shoulder and got you down quickly. “Leg feeling any better?”

“Yeah. The skin is forming together some. Lacerations were always cool to me in school. One time I got to stitch up a guy that had a stabbed himself with a Bowie knife. It was all curvy and...” you said, Jack blinking at you. “I didn’t hate every aspect of med school, just most.”

“You always did like operation when we were little,” he said, looking you up and down, the cut on your cheek and your bruises faded away now. “Your face looks less revolting than normal at least.”

“Thanks, dick,” you laughed. You slipped on a pair of flip flops, Jack smiling when you grabbed your bag off the front table. “What?”

“You look nice, Y/N,” he said.

“So do you,” you said, fixing a piece of his hair. “You always looked good in light blue mom said.”

“I never heard her say that,” he said.

“She said it to me plenty. It’s very true,” you said. “Goes with your hair.”

“I miss them sometimes,” said Jack. “They weren’t great but they were still ours.”

“I do too,” you said, rubbing your hand down his arm. “But then I remember how tense life used to be. Everything. All the time. It was like everyone was pretending we were one big happy family all the time when we weren’t.”

“Tense...that’s a good word for it,” he said.

“Still feel that way?”

“No, not really. Still learning that this is what normal feels like I suppose,” he said.

“I’ve been thinking...you don’t need a curfew Jack. You’re older than me. If you’re gonna be out late or stay over somewhere, just text me and say you won’t be home. Deal?” you asked.

“I can agree to that,” he said, glancing behind you. You heard Dean whistle, popping inside and picking up a platter of cookies off the table.

“One of these is missing,” said Dean, raising an eyebrow at you. “Trust me. I know. I counted.”

“Oh my god, just take one,” you laughed. Dean shoved a cookie in his mouth and another, humming as he carried the rest out the door.

“I shouldn’t be surprised that Benny lives out here near the lake,” you said, walking off a burger and all the other party food you’d spent the afternoon and evening gorging on.

“It’s pretty nice,” said Dean, holding your hand, slowly keeping pace with you. “Let’s let you rest your leg for a minute.”

He turned right and popped onto an old dock, taking a seat along the edge with you, your legs dangling off the side.

“This may or may not be a pretty good spot for watching fireworks,” said Dean. “Not that I would know of course.”

“You take all the girls out here?” you teased.

“No. Not at all. I might actually be kicked out of the club for bringing you here. Club members only,” he said.

“Well how does one become a club member?” you asked, leaning over, brushing your lips over his.

“Well ordinarily you gotta jump over the barrel in the woods back there but I think given your current situation, a kiss would be more than enough,” he said.

“You win this one,” you said, pecking him on the lips. “So what kind of club did I just join?”

“The one three idiots and their baby brother made up in fifth grade,” said Dean. “Benny’s folks live in the neighborhood, you met ‘em earlier. Well, Benny convinced his parents to let me and Cas and even Sammy sleep over that Fourth of July. Our parents were going at it so I think Benny knew I didn’t want to leave Sam home alone that night. So us four idiots snuck out when his parents told us not to and we came to the lake cause the real good fireworks are so close and we got this great view of them from this dock, right here. It was awesome. We all got reemed out a new one when we snuck back in but it was worth it.”

“I see. So I’m the first girl to ever come out here?” you asked. He chuckled, shaking his head.

“With me, yeah. But my boys...I think Cas had his first make out session out here and Benny got to second base somewhere around the lake. He brought a blanket even. Very classy,” he said with a laugh.

“There’s nothing wrong with a little makeout session,” you said. “I mean, I don’t even get a blanket.”

“I took you here to watch fireworks, dork,” he said, throwing his arm over your shoulder. “And a little kissing.”

“That’s my boy,” you said, kissing his cheek.

“You’re a special girl, Y/N. Special to me,” said Dean, smiling softly at you. “I want to do that stuff. You got no idea how attractive you are. But I need a little more time for me first. Sex turned into this bad thing for me. I know you don’t think I’m a piece of meat but I got to convince myself of that first.”

“Dean,” you said. “I’m only teasing. I don’t have the most experience but...I don't want to do it until we’re both ready.”

He smiled and nodded his head, pressing his lips to your temple for a long moment.

“Thank you for being understanding,” he said.

“Thank you for sharing that with me,” you said. “I do find you very attractive, Dean. I’ll even admit to purposefully watching you wash Baby in your driveway. You are freaking handsome and hot and your body makes my brain forget how to function at times. You’re attractive, don’t get me wrong...but that’s not what attracts me to you, if you get that.”

“I get that,” he said quietly. “Took the words out of my mouth. I mean...you’re a pretty girl. A beautiful girl. But you aren’t beautiful because of what’s out here. You are but you aren’t. The stuff you can’t see is what makes you beautiful. If you get that.”

“I get that,” you said. “You’re like a hallmark card, but I get it.”

“Not even gonna ask what makes me think that?” he asked, brushing his knuckles over your cheek.

“Maybe someday. Not tonight,” you said, scooting closer to him. “I got a feeling I wouldn’t believe you anyways.”

“S’okay. I’ll believe enough for the both of us,” he said. You wanted to roll your eyes but he turned your head just so in his direction, bright eyes looking back, a loud few pops in the air going off, the sky lighting up in your peripheral. “Fireworks started.”

“Okay,” you said, neither one of you turning away.

“Okay,” he said, another one going off, a smirk tugging onto his lips.

“You know...I could get used to these little dates,” you said.

“You asking me out, Y/L/N?” he asked, moving forward a few inches.

“For sure. Tomorrow night?”

“I’ll be there,” he said, closing the gap, kissing you with a hum. “Always taste like sugar.”

“You still like it?”

“I still like it, sweetheart.”

A/N: Read the Final Part here!

[queensdivas]

Wildest Notes Chapter 4

So there’s about three reasons why this chapter took a little long to come out! But they’re good reasons of course because I like to make sure things are somewhat perfect! 

First! Mostly because I’ve been busy with Grigor and trying to work on such a historical fic and y’all know I throw myself into my fics. 

Second. I got in touch with a certain bad ass artist by the name of @punky-peach​ who drew that beautiful picture below for Cora and Gard. Oh yes. It’s absolutely beautiful and I might have cried when I received it ten minutes ago. It’s so fantastic that I just can’t stop looking at it and I know y’all can’t either! Especially after this chapter.  

Third. I got distracted. And I got into bioshock for a while (I’m still binge playing it over and over. But fear not! I’m back and 

Okay here we go! 

Y’all ready!!

Next Chapter

Previous Chapter. 

Masterlist 

My fingers softly began rubbing my eyes as we finished the last set of the night. Sometimes I forget that playing the piano day after day would hurt my eyes. I hate that sometimes I forget that I’m near sighted. Should probably take a day off because I’ve been doing this nonstop since I moved here. Luckily I’m not clumsy with them and have never broken a pair in my life! Which is saying something about myself. 

Closing the lid to the piano as the club was beginning to clear out of everyone excluding the waitresses, bar tenders, and us musicians. I began gathering all my music sheets together as I watched everyone go into their own little social pods. Not that I don’t wanna become social with any other them. But a first impression of them flocking towards me in all directions to screw me wasn’t exactly a warm welcome. 

Once my music was all put together. I knocked off my heels to switch over to my Jesus slippers so I could walk home comfortable. Do you think I walk from my house to the city in heels? I don’t even like being in some sort of heels in the first place. My preference is my Jesus slippers or my bare feet. I mostly garden in my bare feet so it’s safe to say that I really hate shoes. 

Kobi the bassest and Chandler who played first chair trombone approached me as I placed my feet into my Jesus sandals. Kobi was rubbing the back of his neck as I waited for them to speak to me because obviously he was going to say something. 

“Chandler and I were wanting to apologize for what happened when you first arrived here. Kind of got us all excited for a new member and we acted like wild dogs. I’m sorry.” Wait what? An apology? Kobi smacked Chandler's chest as he shot up from the ground. 

“Yes Cora. We’re sorry..” 

“It’s quite alright. Thank you for the apology.” 

“Listen why not have a drink with us?” Chandler offered as I took a step off the stage with all my belongings. 

“I don’t drink.”

“Then water. C’mon you have to socialize with us eventually and running off back to your house isn’t an option.” Kobi mentioned that both of them walked over to the bar along with the workers and other musicians. I mean a sprite does sound delicious and I could use the energy walking home. 

I sat down on the bar stool as the tender was mixing all sorts of drinks for everyone. He stood in front of me and waited for me to give him some sort of answer. I get the feeling their eyes are shooting bullets at me for not drinking liquor. Look I know being a jazz musician you’re supposed to smoke and have a thing of Jack Daniels by your stand in order to fit the profile. But I’d rather have a really bubbly sprite and some grapes and we’re sitting. 

“Just a sprite please.” I told him as he filled a tiny little glass of sprite for me. 

“You work at a nightclub and you drink a sprite?” Chandler commented as I took a sip. 

“I told you two I don’t drink.” It’s like talking to a brick wall. Like I said I will not socialize with these people and just come to work. 

“Heys guys great news!” Theo jumped down from the stage and sashed himself over towards us. 

“We got ourselves a new lead female singer by the name of Kyia Mair. Just graduated from Oberlin Conservatory of Music in Ohio. She said she was looking for a full time gig and bam! We got one!” HE clapped as he sat down on one of the stools. 

“A round for everyone! Make it an Irish car bomb for everyone!” Theo pulled out his cash as everyone cheered as for free alcohol...for me I was slowly sipping sprite from my glass. I should’ve mentioned that I could’ve also sang..though it’s not excellent like Gaga or even Billie Holiday. But it’s decent. 

The bartender placed the shot in front of me as my sipping through the straw began to go faster as I was trying to avoid the car bomb or whatever it was called in front of me. No..no I don’t drink. Drinking leads to drugs...drugs lead..lead...

“A shot isn’t going to kill you Cora. You gotta live a little.” Theo moved the shot in front of me as I kept sucking up more and more sprite till the glass was empty. My throat closed as I looked away from the shot. Time for me to head home and read some sort of book. Digging into my purse then my wallet to find some sort of cash. 

“Tell ya what. Here’s twenty dollars on me for whatever you want and you guys never speak to me again that isn’t business related. Now if you’ll excuse me I’d like to go home. Goodnight everyone.” Telling them as they slapped the money on the bar and began my walk home. 

Wrapping my arms around myself to place my binger down onto the ground to feel the warmth of the night rest on top of me. Taking in a deep breath as I dove into the inner layers of my confused train wreck of a mind. It felt like I was pushing the door shut of my past self trying to keep those memories shut. 

Think of something nice Cora c’mon! 

“I’m..I’m sorry. I.. I generally don’t hang out with civilians this much.” Civilians? DO I look like I’m in the army? Do I need to salute him or something? 

Why is it that this tightly wound mailman by the name of Gardner is prancing around in my mind? Is this what a crush feels like? Heck I’ve never had my first kiss in my life with anyone! I’ve lived quite the solitude life for obvious reasons..and no one has ever had that kind of talk with me. 

Stopping along the river as my upper body leaned over the railing. Surprisingly a warm gust of wind entwined itself around me as I just stared down into the dark water. The lights from the city began dancing upon the top of the river. 

Mama Seymour wasn’t into the relationships because she was always busy with myself and my brothers and sisters. Mr. Lister..er Dad..may he rest in peace. He was just there for me in the end and never got around to this conversation. So I’ve got no idea what on earth I’m doing. Normally my ass would be running from this situation and just diving into a different situation. But..

I..I wanna dive..

This whack uptight mailman…

“Gard? What are you going?”

“I’m sorry. I heard you playing and I wanted to stay till the end.” 

Someone tell me how the heck this is supposed to work? No mailman would just casually stay and let himself come inside the house. Not to mention he let me dry his socks after walking around in the rain. It’s not love...it’s just my heart rapidly beating out of my ribbed cages and spewing out all over the sidewalk!  My right hand rested over my heart as I stood up standing tall.

Just keep calm..if you see him tomorrow just be nice and not do anything.. 

Walking back to the house to see that Angus was sitting in front of the front door sleeping soundly as I stood in front of the gate. Opening the gate woke him up and trot his way over to me. Sniffing my feet, licking my palm, and then walking back towards the door. For some unknown reason Angus loves to sit outside or sleep when I’m gone for work. 

Sitting down on the porch steps as Angus sat up next to me then began licking my face, yet stopping when he had some of my makeup in his mouth. My nails softly scratched the top of his head as he laid back down next to me with his head resting on my thigh. Time to let my hair down, literally. Pulling apart the large black bow I had in my hair that was keeping at least some of it up to let my grande cluster mess known as my hair. 

“C’mon Angus. Time for bed.” Kissing his forehead as we both got off the ground to walk inside and get ready for bed.  

*Gards P.O.V.*

Wasn’t supposed to be 90 degrees today. Stupid weather! Looking up to place the mail in the box I noticed that I was right around the corner from Cora. I imagine she’s out in her garden planting or digging until it gets too hot. 

Turning the corner then down the hill as I kept my eyes on what I could see but sadly trees we’re covering my view. Just keep going..wait. What should I say to her? Hey? Is it hot outside or what? Too cheesy? I’ll just be quiet, drop off her mail then moving on. 

Is..is that Margaritaville? I don’t know much about music but I know Margaritaville whenever I hear it. I remember Dad and I would be on the boat washing it down and whenever this song would turn on, he would just go berserk. Cause ya know, it’s a Dad song.  

“Wastin' away again in Margaritaville..Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt..Some people claim that there's a woman to blame..Now I think, hell, it could be my fault..” I could hear her singing as I got closer to the gate. 

When I made it to her white gate. My head looked up. I saw that she was sitting in the front yard sitting in a beach chair. Her feet were in a kids plastic pool as Angus came around the corner to then step into the kids pool and watch me. 

“GARD!” Cora cheered as she stood up to then stand in her pool. Opening the gate as I approached her as she kept herself in the pool. 

“Want a drink? It’s kool aid.” She held out her glass as I shook my head. 

“How’s the route on this stupidly hot day?” I shrugged as she offered me her seat. I sat down as she went around back to probably grab another chair. Placing my mail bag next to my chair as I watched Angus in the pool. He’s literally just laying down in the water with only his head laying on the rim.  Coming back as she had one of those really colorful beach chairs. Opening it up then sticking her feet back into the pool as Angus was laying down in it. 

“Gard relax for a little bit. It’s 90 degrees and there’s no way you’re not boiling alive.” Fair enough. 

“While you get comfy. I think I got some sunglasses for ya.” Getting up again to go into her house. I took off my shoes then socks to stick my feet into the ice cold pool. I let out a very large sigh as my entire body relaxed. I should get a kids pool for Calvin and I because this is so relaxing. 

She came back out with a glass of water and a pair of sunglasses. Smiling as I took them from her hands as she climbed back down into her seat then laying out in the sun. 

“Thank you.” Telling her as I placed the sunglasses on my face then taking a sip of the cold water. 

“No problemo Gard.” She smiled as she bent forward to splash some water on Angus who tried to eat the water she splashed him with. She looked so beautiful with the sun shining down on top of her. Coras skin was shining and her smile..it feels so genuine and contagious. Like if you’re not smiling you’re out of place. Not to mention she’s just so bubbly that..it’s a good feeling when I’m around her. 

Blinking a few times as Angus got up from the pool to then shake himself as all the water splashed over Cora and I! If a dog could smirk I think Angus would. We both watched as he opened the screen door to then walk inside. What a dog. 

“Sorry that my dog just gave you a shower.” She took off her glasses to whip off the water. 

“I’m assuming that you taught him how to do that?” Asking her as she nodded. She put her glasses back on her face to look at me. 

“Spoiled loveable child.” She shook her head as she went down to take a sip of her kool aid. I reached down for water to start drinking it. 

“Glad you’re finally relaxing. Though it would never happen to Gard. You 're more wounded than a screw itself.” I’ve always had my own way of doing things and enjoyed my very..tight.. Schedule..But here Cora comes to basically destroy that schedule..and I’m kind of okay with it...

“Not that there’s anything wrong with that of course. I mean it’s great that you have such a tight schedule and you like to do things your way. But sometimes you just gotta take a step back and breath a little. Also have your feet chillin 'in a kiddie pool while you get a sun tan and take a break from the job.” I will say though we look a little silly sitting in her front yard. But I imagine her backyard is covered head to toe in veggies and flowers. 

“If you keep working and not taking a second, you’re gonna watch your life go by without ya. Sorry..didn’t mean to sound so preachy there holy crap.” She laughed at herself as I couldn’t stop looking at her. Why does she care so much? I know that about 90% of the people I deliver mail to don’t even know me. Trudy is the only one I talk to..and then she comes into play...and..

I..I want her to see the boat. I mean. She’s shown me her entire home and she’s yet to see mine. Wouldn’t you think she’d like to see mine? I know she’s asked but..I didn’t know what she would do if I told her I lived in a boat. 

What do I say to her? Hey why don’t you come see my boat? Wanna see my boat? How do I make myself sound extremely creepy towards her? Her beautiful copper hair that was just all over the place shined beautifully. Cora’s smile kept making my heart skip a few beats as her fingers were messing with the book. I want her to come on my route so I can show her the boat. Don’t most women love boats? 

“Wanna see my home?” Blurting out as she turned towards me then rose up in her chair. 

“Sure. Let me get my keys.” She looked so adorable. A big Hawaiian shirt that had a tank top underneath, a cute pair of white shorts then her sandals. She walked inside her house as I finished chugging the water for the walk home. 

“How long have you been a mailman?” She asked as she was walking backwards in front of me with her hair flapping with each step. 

“Since I was eighteen. I was even a designated note passer for these two kids in school, kind of appropriate.” She looked so..pretty. Her hair shined, she walked with such a lovely step. As if she was almost skipping. How does someone be this happy all the time?

I found out that she’d been playing the piano since she was a kid. Umm she can make a mean lamb roast, and sells vegetables at farmers markets and even tries to get a stand at county and or State Fairs. I had no idea she was so resourceful. Is it weird that I kind of want her to make dinner for me so I can try this great lamb roast. 

“It has a crap ton of garlic but don’t worry it works extremely well together.” She was so passionate about her cooking and bubbly. Most women I know who are my age who can’t even cook spaghetti. 

“What side dish?” 

“Marinated white beans. You’ll have to come over for dinner sometime and you’ll be leaving ten pounds heavier!” She laughed as we turned down my street. Oh boy. How is she going to react that I live in my boat instead of inside with Calvin. 

“Here we are.” Telling her as she began walking in the driveway. 

“Umm Cora.” I stopped right next to the ladder that led me inside my home. She took off her glasses, rubbing her eyes then back at me. I began walking towards the ladder to climb in. 

“The nameless grace.” She pointed out as I halted. 

“Huh.” Turning around as she had her arms crossed. 

“You do know boats are meant to have names right? There was this one boat that was always docked and it’s name was Floppy Wenis!” I mean I’ve heard of some weird one in my books when I’m trying to sleep. I think there was one called Buoyoncé and another called The Cod Mile. 

I climbed up into the sailboat as she followed right behind me. Glad I got the place cleaned up before going to bed last night. Not that it was dirty or had underwear all over the place. Crouching down into the sailboat to stand straight up as she poked her head in. 

“Cute. I love what you’ve done with the place.” Cora giggled as she held out her hand so she wouldn’t fall flat on her face. Helping her inside as she kept a hold of my hand. They were a little cold but extremely soft to the touch. Wait..I’m still holding them! 

“I’m sorry!” Walking over to the radio as I turned it on for some soft acoustic song to start playing. 

“I sit there. You can sit anywhere else.” Telling her as I tossed my bag on the other side of the booth table. I placed the sunglasses she’d given me on the table right where I usually sit. 

“Gard this is so homey. Really love what you’ve done with the sailboat. Also the ferns that hang off the railings.” She commented as it made me smile. Cora looked around to then sit down across from me on the bench. 

“Thank you.” Molding my fingers together as I made my thumbs started going in small circles.

“So do you have a thing for not sleeping in houses? Ready for some sort of flash flood coming here and all of us vanishing overnight?” Very funny. 

“I’ve liked boats. SO why not live in one.” Shrugging as she raised her eyebrow right at me. Yeah figured she wouldn’t accept that excuse.  

“Why not live with Calvin then? I mean I love my sunflowers but you don’t see me sleeping in the middle of my garden.” Fair point. She put her legs up close to her chest waiting for some kind of response from me. 

“I came from school one day and my parents were gone. The house was empty. The only thing they left behind was this boat. So I moved it to Calvins driveway. His parents took me in.” I somehow get this feeling she can sort of relate. I’m not sad about it anymore and have moved on. But...sometimes I keep thinking they’ll come back for the boat even after all these years just to say hi. A pipe dream and realistically impossible. But wouldn’t it be nice. Her face that was once filled with bubbles just turned into concern and somewhat saddened. I didn’t mean to make her feel sad..just wanted to be honest. 

“Any luck trying to find them?” Her voice cracked a little as she stared directly at me. 

“What would I say?” 

“Something I would Gard. Why? Why have me if you wanted to run?” Shaking her head at her own comment as she looked at the wall then back at me. 

“If we’re being open with one another. I sadly don’t remember my mother at all. Either she died of childbirth or just left right after I was born. Father was a..an extreme druggie who ended up..ah doesn’t matter. Oh what do we have here.” She grabbed one of my binders of my stamp collections to start going through them. I noticed on her ankle looked like some kind of old scar around the ankle. Probably none of my business. 

“I love this one so far. Ya know I wasn’t going to make the assumption that you collected stamps due to the fact you were a mailman. But I gotta ask. Why stamps?” Nothing is more cliche than a mailman collection stamp. Cora’s eyes looked so passionate while she skimmed through all my stamps.

“It’s just this endless potential that sits within these little tiny squares. Kind of wonder where they could’ve gone sometimes when I look at them. Always wondered what people would’ve said in these letters, though no one writes letters anymore. But if they did, they need one of those.” I’ve...I’ve never had the chance to fully tell someone about my stamps before. I mean besides Calvin and my friends down at the office when we have our meetings. But she seems so interested in them and letting me vent about them. 

“I’m going to assume you’ve got a favorite?” My eyes drifted over to The Duke as I motioned her to come over and look. She got off the bench to squat a few inches next to me. So close I could see deep into those sparkling dark blue pools. 

“So why is the shirtless man so special?” 

“That my dear friend is The Duke, King of the Longboard. You have your Elvis china and I have my stamps, sort of the Elvis of my collection.”

“Why? What’s so special about Mr. Duke?” 

“It’s a misprint.” 

“Wait what?” She giggled to take another look at the stamp. 

“It’s a misprint. It’s the only one in the world. His longboard is upside. See?” She nodded as our heads were almost butting into each other. 

“Well..son of a biscuit. What a misprint.” My throat unexpectedly dried up quicker than I expected as we just kept smiling at each other. 

Slowly moving towards each other as our lips finally made contact. Her beautiful lips sent shivers up and down my body. I’m too afraid to touch her or even do anything..last girl I kissed was a bet in High School..I could feel my face turning dark red as I cupped her face in my hands. 

Cora abruptly backed away from against the wall with her finger types on her lips. Gulping as her eyes were widened. She was going to say something but kept falling short of words. 

“I’m..I’m sorry..I..” Spinning around to dash out of the boat and almost tripping trying to get out. 

“Wait Cora!” I was about to sprint out towards her but she must’ve knocked over the sunglasses because they made a loud cracking sound in my feet. 

No...no..I didn’t ruin it did I!? Looking at the time as I realized that it was already after four...I’ll keep my bag for the night then when I do my route tomorrow I’ll just deliver whatever else I didn’t get the chance to deliver. 

Should probably go inside and try to act normal. Although I imagine Calvin will be having a field day because today is his day off. Climbing out of the boat then down the ladder as I tried to keep myself panicking in front of Calvin. He’s going to go on and on about approaching her and how to get her into bed. Not exactly what I’m going for. 

I made it through the front door then into the kitchen where Calvin already had dinner ready. And now I just realized that I’m extremely late for dinner. This should be absolutely fun to deal with. 

“Sorry I’m late Cal.” Sitting down at the dining room table but he didn’t turn around to say anything to me. But only letting out a big sigh. 

“Cal!” He smacked the eggplant on the plate as he was about to say something. 

“My eggplant parmesan is congealing.” I’m not quite sure if I’m even in the mood for eggplant. Vietnamese or Greek just sounds better than eggplant. 

“I had to work late.” 

“Am I living in a house of lies! You come through that door everyday at 5:29 pm on the dot for the past six years, and who was that guy with the 80s hair band running from your boat?” She’s not in a hair band? I mean obviously I knew he would catch me but she’s not even a man, Cora just has beautiful humongous hair. Which I imagine is super soft. 

“It was a woman.” Never thought I would have to say that. 

“My man! She smokes your hogan?” 

“I don’t think so and what does that even mean?” What does smoking your hogan your mean? Like..a..I don’t even wanna think about it. 

“Where did you meet her?” 

“Work.” 

“Is she a mailman?” She’s far too beautiful to be a carrier. 

“Carrier and no she’s a customer. Her name is Cora.” 

“Whoa whoa whoa. Is she an old lady?” 

“No.” 

“Lady of the night?” 

“No!” 

“Housewife?” 

“Single and no. She lives by herself.” 

“Single, her own home and on the route nice! So okay theres lots of ingredients here for a very erotic role-play situation.”

“You gonna see her again?” 

“Probably tomorrow.” 

“You nervous?” Shaking my head as Cal saw right through it.  

“You must not like her if you’re not nervous.” 

“I’m a little nervous.” More like shaking in my own shoes from the fact that I don’t wanna mess this up. 

“All right okay lets get a good solid plan together. This is you and this is her.” He was messing with the table mats. 

“No no I don’t wanna plan this.” Last time Cal had one of his plans he ended up spilling the nacho cheese all over the girls jeans. Yeah never letting him plan anything dealing with my love life. 

“Well you’re gonna need a plan or you’re just gonna get passed over like celery at the salad bar.” 

“I just wanna let it happen.” 

“Alright if that’s your play.” He began reading through his magazine of Martha Stewart recipes and home diy. 

I really don’t wanna mess this up..she’s absolutely fantastic..just the thought of her..oh boy what have I gotten myself into now.��

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[soulofgenocide]

Drink The Kool-Aid

Stealing was the typical reward he got for killing, it was much less effective than just blackmailing people, or making them fear him to their core, but tonight he had a different reward in mind as he hummed happily. He had no idea what that reward might be, but he knew he wanted it, she had offered it up if he was a good boy after all and that had to mean it was at least something somewhat good.

With a bit of a huff he leapt up to grab hold of an apartment window, his threads quickly squirming underneath and unlocking it as he slipped it open and popped inside. He hunted police quite often, the dirty ones being his typical go to considering they usually had money to steal, or have them give to him, but it had been awhile since he went after a ‘good’ cop, though refusing to play ball didn’t just default make you a good person. It was certainly more likely, that an already shitty person would become a crooked cop, but for the most part he hadn’t even bothered to do much digging into his target, there wasn’t a need for unimportant people.

Learning their schedule never took a long time, so the click as the apartments front door was unlocked didn’t surprise him, rather than just make a charge though Richard slipped into a separate room and listened as they entered their home. He silently looked over family photos, most of the officer with his parents he could only assume, and then a couple with what looked like friends, people that were cared about were a bit more difficult to just erase, so flushing him down the toilet might be a less than good idea.

They went to their kitchen almost immediately, tossing their keys into what sounded like a ceramic bowl and opening up the fridge, the sound of a carbonated drink hissing then filling the air as Richard wandered silently over to the front door. A thread slipped inside of it to lock it without making a noise, he then very quickly took a few steps to the side as the officer walked through the hall toward the room that Richard had already noticed had a television in it.

The sound it made as it clicked to life made it a bit easier to slip around, but he was already practically silent so it didn’t matter much, it did make it easy to slip into the kitchen and grab a drink for himself though. He began to hum, cracking open his drink as the television suddenly fell silent, but he walked into the room and leaned against the doorframe before the officer could even go searching.

“Welcome home honey, I see you’ve already got yourself something to drink.”

“Who the hell are you, what are you doing in my home!”

They went to make a move, but Richards threads were already coiling up their legs and very quickly kept them down in the position they had been enjoying their nightly television watching in. A couple quick shouts escaped their mouth, but his threads made sure to quickly cover that too, basically forming a tight scarf to gag them and keep them quiet so the neighbors didn’t get any ideas.

“Should’ve just drank the Kool-Aid, my friend, rather than cause problems for my employer, wait is that too American of a reference, oh well.”

Richard moved to next to the officer, looking them over closely and giving the chance for them to do the same in return, their eyes full of fear were certainly giving him a good scan too.

“I believe your quirk is what, you can harden your hair, quite useless in this situation then isn’t it, hmm? That usually seems to be the case though doesn’t it, people who are quirkless or who have useless quirks become police, people with amazing ones becoming heroes or villains, so I mean you’re just on a different level from me by default. No offense, I am a serial killer after all, though I guess if I steal I’m more of a serial.. theft that also.. ya know what no, I’m a serial killer, fuck the appropriate definition.”

Slowly a thread began to coil around the police officers throat, digging into their flesh as it grew tighter by every passing second, the thread gag slithering away as Richard placed his hands on their cheeks.

“Y-You’re the Hangman.”

“What? Is that what I’m called now? That’s shit, so generic, do I have to carve my name into a skull to get a decent name?”

“P-Please, whoever hired you, tell them I’ll do whatever they want just don’t kill me.”

“I mean I could call her, but no, I’m not even gonna risk my reward, I was told to kill you and that’s what good boys do.”

“You’re going to take a human life just for some reward?”

“I’ve killed for nothing before, so yes, I’m going to kill when an enticing reward is offered to me. Maybe it’ll be something lewd, like handholding, oh I’ll definitely go to hell for something like that.”

“You’re a psychopath!”

“Yes I did tell you I’m a, S-E-R-I-A-L K-I-L-L-E-R, did I not?”

“Go fuck yourself, you’re just some dog, I bet you’re working for the Yakuza, on their leash until they decide you aren’t worth it and kill you too!”

“Silly.”

Richards thread around his neck shot up to the ceiling, pulling the loop tight and lifting the police officer up off the ground, his legs immediately beginning to kick as he tried to move his hands up to his throat. No threads stopped him, there was no point, even as the officers hands found the thread nothing he would be able to do could get him free.

“I’m a good boy, but I’m just doing what interests me, they could send all they’ve got at me and sure I may die, but I’ll certainly drag them to hell with me. It’ll be fun at least, I’ve never been in a little war before, maybe I’ll drag the police in too if it ever comes to that and really up the slaughtering, but well, you won’t be there of course.”

His squirming began to slow, and with a small smile Richard stared into the eyes of the officer which were gazing deeply into his, he remained like that until the last bit of light left him. With a quiet yawn he stretched his arms before severing the thread from his body that was currently acting as a noose for his latest victim, it quickly tied itself off and dangled the body peacefully in the middle of the room. He turned to leave, but then quickly turned back around and grabbed a nearby piece of paper, writing very quickly onto it and tucking it into the police officers front pocket. Making him just disappear would be easy, but it would raise a lot of questions and possibly make things harder for his employer, so simply taking all the blame himself and completely diverting the eyes of the public to him was the easiest route.

His hum returned as he went to leave, thousands of his threads pouring from his body to slither along the ground of the apartment, gathering up every bit of even the tiniest evidence that he had been in the residence tonight. They returned to him only when he was back through the same window he entered with, closing it behind him and slipping back inside his body before he could even take the first step toward home.

The note was a very simple statement, meant for the police that would eventually discover the body, and for the news teams that would eventually cover it as well, it read: “Your name for me is shit, but I’ll take it. -The Hangman”

[post-itpenny]

Glow

@grotesquegabby As requested, something with the fairies. 

The sky was dark and threatening rain as Alex strolled up to the large manor that sat at the far corner of a group of warehouses. No one seemed to notice him, but then again, no one seemed to notice the manor or it’s effect on the environment. Roads made of pastel cobblestones, otherworldly plants creeping up the sides of buildings, small specks of light floating around. It seemed the Elder of Creation’s home was slowly contaminating the world around it.

Whatever, it looked more fun this way.

Alex didn’t bother to knock on the door, no need when the building recognized him. Casually letting himself in with a whistle.

“Whatsup Lady Luck!” Alex shouted as he closed the door behind him, blocking out the distant rumble of thunder.

There was a small buzzing sound, from one hall came a small fluttering creature that couldn’t be more than a foot tall. Her tiny wings being the source of the noise.

“Good afternoon sir!” She greeted in a small voice. “How may I- EEK!”

Fanny launched at the creature only to miss as it dogged out of the way and flew behind Alex, peeking over his hat at Fanny who now swiveled around in confusion.

Alex chuckled and scooped Fanny up in his arms. “Hey now little lady, Fanny just wants to say hello.”

The creature hovered above Alex’s shoulder, now that he could see her properly the little creature looked like a fairy. A small thing with translucent wings and a dress made of what looked to to be flower petals. Alex snickered, of course Magpie would have stereotypical fairies flying around her house.

The little fairy inched closer to Fanny, reaching out to gently pat the creature’s head. Fanny made a strange purring sound, the little fairy giggling as she settled on Alex’s arm to scratch Fanny under her chin.

“See? We’re all friends here, and speaking of I’m looking for my friend Magpie. Is she hanging around somewhere?”

The little fairy floated up till she was eye level with Alex and gave a tiny curtsy. “My apologies sir, my name is Peasblosom and I serve the lady of this house. If this is Fanny then might I ask if you’re Mr. Calamity? My mistress has spoken often of you.”

Alex chuckled, “yeah that’d be me, call me Alex.”

“Mr. Alex, it's a pleasure to meet you. My lady is currently working in the theater. She is setting up something for an upcoming performance that promises to be totally lit.”

“That’s cool but just call me…” Alex paused as he realized what Peasblosom said. Giggling to himself as he followed along as she led him through a large set of double doors.

The theater was large and grand, a space that in no way should have been able to fit inside the building however Alex was the least bit surprised Magpie was branding reality to fit the space. Everywhere thin clear strings hung, not seeming to have any particular rhyme or reason to them.

Magpie herself was perched atop a tall ladder fixing a string of some sort. Hovering around her were two other fairies. One stitching the hem of Magpie’s jacket and the other rattling off a schedule to her.

“Looks like you got yourself a little squad going on here,” Alex laughed.

Magpie turned in surprise, grinning when she saw who had spoken, “Alex! Just give me one second, I think you’ll rather like this.”

She adjusted something on the string before instructing the two fairies to hang it back up with the others.

“I’ve been setting this up all day, suppose I could have done it in a snap but sometimes it’s so nice just to take the time to make something! So then, ready?”

Alex sat down in one of the seats kicking his feet up. “Aiight, lets see what you got.”

Magpie clapped her hands, the lights flicked off in the theater revealing a myriad of colors swirling across the ceiling and walls in intricate patterns. The strings glowed in the dark apparently. Undulating in some unfelt wind making the colorful patterns move up and down like waves on the sea.

Alex gave a whistle at the spectacle, “looks like a rave Lady Luck. All you need is some good music.”

Magpie giggled, her eyes glowing in the dim light. “I have been putting music more and more to my shows, it makes things more fun.”

She clapped her hands again and the lights came back on. Fanny launched herself at Magpie’s face just as the magician climbed down from the ladder.

One of the fairies began to panic, tugging at Fanny and yelling.

“Shush, shush!” Came Magpie’s muffled command as she pulled Fanny off her head and cuddled the creature. “I’m just fine Mustardseed, see? Fanny wanted to say hello.”

Magpie handed Fanny back to Alex before pulling out a handkerchief to clean her face with. “It’s wonderful as always to have you Alex. You and Fanny are just in time for-“

CRASH!

A large stack of props tumbled down from one side of the stage.

“Cobweb!”

A fourth fairy rolled out of the rubble, sitting up with a guilty grin, “hey.”

Magpie frowned, tapping her foot as she waited for an explanation.

The fairy called Cobweb chuckled before clearing his throat. “M-my bad mistress. I’ll clean it up after tea.”

Magpie smiled with a shake of her head, “well all of you do come here and introduced yourself. This is my friend Alex.”

At this the four little creatures lined up in a row, all giving a polite nod except Cobweb who crossed his arms with a huff.

Magpie however was too excited to notice- “Alex I want you to meet my four new assistants! Peasblosom, Cobweb, Moth, and Mustardseed.”

“Hello again Mr. Alex!”

“Afternoon sir.”

“Hello sir.”

“.... Sup.”

Alex chuckled, “Cool to meet you all, and it’s just Alex.”

They all soon made their way to the parlor. Outside the weather had grown stormy as rain beat against the windows.

Magpie poured four tiny cups of tea and a cup of hot kool-aid for Alex before turning to fix her own cup. “So what does kool-aid actually taste like?”

“You haven’t tried it? Whaaat? I mean most people drink it cold but here, take a sip.”

Magpie gingerly took the cup and took a sip, Alex just catching the look of panic on Cobweb’s face. Magpie sputtered and slammed the cup down, “it’s salty!”

Three small heads turned to their sibling. Alex calmly taking the cup and gulping its contents down as Cobweb looked on in shock.

“Huh, yeah I guess it is. No big deal, just sorry your first experience with kool-aid wasn’t all that.”

Magpie grabbed the tea pot that held the rest of Alex’s drink and took a sniff, she frowned and snapped her fingers before pouring Alex a fresh cup, a familiar syrupy scent telling him the salt had been changed to sugar.

Magpie took a careful sip, just as surprised as before but not upset, “it’s incredibly sweet but not bad.”

They sat and chatted over drinks and the cookies Magpie had made, Peasblosom curled up with Trouble and Fanny as the other three flew around the room playing.

Alex grinned, “so you made them yeah? You like a mom then Lady Luck?”

Magpie choked on her tea, “I beg your pardon?”

Boom!

The sound of lightning hitting the House was akin to a giant hammer falling down. The lights kicked out as all four fairies shrieked, Alex feeling one of them scurry under his hat as the others crashed into various objects looking for hiding spaces.

Alex looked, eyes adjusting to the sudden darkness, before at last finding Magpie, who surprisingly had not tried to comfort the little creatures.

Magpie herself had curled up in a ball, head ducked down, trembling.

Ah that’s right, Magpie was afraid of the dark herself.

“Hey Lady Luck it’s all good, no need to wig out now.”

Alex scooted his chair closer and wrapped an arm around her shoulders with a chuckle, “I’m the scariest thing here anyways.”

At this Maggie gave a small laugh, leaning against him but not uncurling from the ball she was in.

“It’s lonely,” came Peasblosom’s voice from under Alex’s hat, “and cold.”

Alex grinned, “you good up there?”

“Yes.”

“Ouch.”

Magpie finally lifted her head, wincing in pain as apparently Cobweb had tangled himself in her hair.

“Mistress make the lights come back on,” he whined.

Magpie was still trembling, “I-I um, I-“

“Mistreeeeeesssss!”

By this point Moth and Mustardseed had come out of their hiding places to seek refuge in the pockets of Alex’s jacket. “Cobs I can’t even with you right now,” Mustardseed groaned.

“Yeah well why you gotta complain?”

“You’re just being salty because-“

“S-Stop, stop.” Magpie insisted, head buried in Alex’s shoulder.

Alex chuckled, “we’re all fam here now, let's be chill.

“F-fam?” Magpie questioned.

Moth on the other hand was delighted, “he gets it mistress!”

“What a goat!” Peasblosom agreed.

“H-he’s not a goat,” Magpie insisted, “Alex is Alex.”

“Yeah a clown,” Cobweb mumbled.

Alex caught what he said, laughing in response, “yeah I’m a party clown… pal. And I know how to make any time a good time.” Alex patted Magpie’s shoulder, “ol’ Alex will chill with y’all till the lights come back on.”

Magpie seemed to relax slightly, finally uncurling from her tight ball.

From the nest he had made in Magpie’s hair, Cobweb stuck his tongue out at Alex.

Magpie patted the little fairy’s head and shifted a little, seeming to try and concentrate on something. Alex was about to ask what when a dim glow began in her chest, spreading out along the veins of her body as it slowly brightened. A warmth radiating off of her like sunshine.

Alex grinned, “well you do like glow-in-the-dark stuff.”

Magpie chuckled at the joke as Cobweb grumbled and buried himself deeper in Magpie’s hair.

[smilingformoney]

Platinum Diamond Scene: Shane’s Dorm Party

Shane: Damn, Cadence, you look great! Loving the hair. Is this your version of a Sasha Fierce alter ego? You: Thanks, Shane. Man, I haven’t been to a college house party since that dead week trip we did when we were seniors. You: Do grad students go hard? Shane: I guess we’ll have to see.

After a quick subway ride, you glide through the doors of Shane’s dorm and, wow, the party is already in full swing. Dozens of students fill the space, music blasts in the speakers, and red cups clutter the ping-pong table. Shane: So, what do you think? Is this as cool as Propaganda? You: Oh, much cooler. I feel like I’m right back in my element.

You: Come on, let’s… -Play a drinking game.

You and Shane grab a couple cups of some really potent punch and join a circle of students on the couches. Film Student: Oh hey, Shane! We’re playing ‘Never Have I Ever.’ Shane: Damn, what a high school throwback. Film Student: What can we say? We’re feeling nostalgic tonight. You: I can get behind that. Film Student: I’ll start. Never have I ever… been naked in public! You don’t take a sip… but you definitely see Shane take one. Shane: The band trip to Florida, sophomore year of high school. You: Wait, the one where we were staying in that motel with the gross shared bathrooms? Shane: That’s the one. I got out of the shower, and someone had taken my towel… Shane: So I just had to sprint all the way back to my room, covering myself up, praying no one would see. You double over laughing, along with half the circle. Film Student: All right, moving on. Never have I ever had a dream about someone in this room. You: (I mean, Shane and I have known each other since forever. I bet he’s popped into a few dreams over the years.) You take a drink, and out of the corner of your eye, you see Shane do the same. You: (Wait. Has he been dreaming about me… or some other person here?)

-Meet some of your new friends.

After grabbing drinks, you and Shane head into a far corner, where a group of film students are in a heated debate. Film Student: First all, Return is definitely a stronger film than Empire, and secondly… Film Student: Are you kidding? If it weren’t for the Kubrickian cinematography in Empire, we wouldn’t even talk about Star Wars! Film Student: Who watches Star Wars for the cinematography? If that’s what you care about, just watch 2001. Film Student: The final act of Return of the Jedi is so morally complex! It nods at Kurosawa, and-- Shane: Hey, guys! This is my beset friend from back home, um… Sam. Film Student: Wait, Sam? I don’t think you’ve ever mentioned a Sam before. Film Student: Yeah, but you’re always talking about someone named Cadence. You: Oh, is that right? Film Student: Yeah, he never shuts about her. It’s always, ‘This one time, me and my friend Cadence…’ Film Student: ‘My friend Cadence is always saying…’ Film Student: We’ve actually started calling him ‘Myfriend-Cadence’ as a nickname, because he says it so much. Shane: Wow, would you look at my suddenly empty glass! Time for a refill. Nice to see you guys. You and Shane turn away from his friends. You giggle and elbow him in the ribs. You: Aww, Shane! I didn’t know you missed me that bad. Shane: Good thing you’re here, and I don’t have to miss you anymore.

-Talk about what’s going on with you.

You find a quiet corner of the dorm and sip on your drinks as you watch the party. You: So do you guys host parties here often? Shane: Here and there. Shane: But I spend so much time in class, or trying to get work experience. Shane: And then when I do have free time, I want to use it for… you know. Sleeping. Eating. You: Aww, Shane. One month into grad school and already working yourself to the bone. Shane: I mean, I’m having the time of my life! The people are amazing. You: Isn’t it hard, though? Balancing everything? Shane: It’s hard, but it’s the good kind of hard. Shane: When you really care about someone-- Shane: I mean, something… Even when it’s hard, it still feels good. It still feels rewarding. You: Wait… someone? Shane, oh my god, have you met someone already? Tell me, tell me. Shane: Um, no, I just… I misspoke. Let’s get another drink!

You and Shane are making your way back to the fridge for another round of drinks, when suddenly… Speakers: Don’t know who you think you are, but I know what I’ve seen… Shane: Oh my god, Cadence, they’re playing your song from the Once In A Million finale! You: No way! You watch as the students around you sing along, arm-in-arm, raising their cups. Film Student: SO WHY DO I STILL TRY TO BE WITH YOUUU? +5 Film Student: WHEN I KNOW IN MY HEART WHAT YOU SAY ISN’T TRUE! A literal shiver runs down your spine. Film Student: This is my new favourite song! Film Student: Right? I think it was the best performance on One In A Mil, maybe ever. Shane: You hearing this, Cadence? You: Wow, I can’t believe it! You: It feels amazing to hear about it while being anonymous! Shane: I’m sure you needed the break. All around you, the party breaks out into people dancing to your song…

You: (I should…) -Slow dance with Shane.

You: May I have this dance? Putting on an overly formal accent, you place your hand out for Shane to take. Shane: Really? I mean, I know I’m not the best dancer, but… You: Come on, Shane. You tore up the floor at our senior prom. Shane: Then… Of course, m’lady. Shane gives you this shy, stupidly cute grin, and he puts his hands on your waist, and… Oh, god. You are feeling feelings. You are feeling all kinds of feelings. You: (Get a grip, Cadence! This is Shane! This is your best friend! You’ve seen him eat Play-Doh!) Shane leans forward, tilting his forehead against yours. Shane: I’m so glad you’re finally here, Cadence. I’ve missed you so much. You: Yeah? I’ve missed you too, Shane…

-Break out into our choreo from when we were kids!

You: Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten our iconic choreography set to the Junior High Musical soundtrack. Shane: I’m offended you even insinuated that. Right in sync, even though you haven’t practiced in years, you do the moves, including lots of stomping and clapping. Shane: Hey, I feel like the moves translate over to the song really well! You: Yeah, it’s almost like we planned it this way.

As the song comes to a close… You: Man, who would’ve thought we’d be dancing to my song one day. Shane: I did. I’ve always believed you could do it, Cadence.

Later, you climb onto the fire escape together. You let out a low whistle, taking in the view. You: Okay, NoHo, you win. Shane: I bet the apartment the label put you up isn’t too shabby, right? You: It’s amazing. You: I just wish our neighbourhoods were a bit closer. This city’s so sprawling. Shane: Hey, where there’s a will, there’s a way. Shane: We’ve gotten into too much trouble to break the tradition now. You: Yeah, we got away with so much nonsense when we were kids.

You: Do you remember that time… -We got married in front of our teddy bears?

Shane: Oh my god, yes! Mr. Fuddlewuddle was the pastor! You: And Barbie was my maid of honour! So kind of her to be in our wedding party. You: Even though we beheaded her and amputated her plastic limbs. Shane: Poor Barbie. Suffering in the name of science. You: You know, I hate to break it to you, Shane, but I don’t think the ceremony was legally binding. You: I mean, unless Mr. Fuddlewuddle went out and got ordained without us knowing… Shane: Regardless, the reception was great. Orange Kool-Aid. Oreos. Mac and cheese with little cut-up hot dogs, courtesy of your dad. You: Oh, yeah. We were party planners extraordinaire.

-We had to raise an egg as our child?

Shane: Yes! Our little John Jacob Jingleheimer-Schmidt! You: Can’t believe we were advanced enough to give our egg a hyphenated last name. Shane: And we made it the whole week without putting one single crack in that little guy! You: He really reeked by the end of the assignment, though. You: And we rode our bikes out to the overpass just to drop him on some unsuspecting vehicle. Shane: Man, it was so hot out, too. We watched our son fry to death, right there on the car’s sunroof. You: Okay, but we were really good parents up until we threw him into traffic.

You: I had an awesome time tonight, Shane. We need to do this again sometime. Shane: Yeah, for sure. I know you’re super busy all the time, but… You: But I’ll make time for you. I’ll always make time for you.

You: (I should…) -Get closer.

Standing look out over the city, you rest your head on Shane’s shoulder. He puts a warm, comforting arm around you, and you watch the cars go by. You: Shane… You tilt your head up to look into his brown eyes, your face only inches apart. Shane: Cadence, I- Suddenly, you hear a resounding crash, and the music cuts short. Grad Student: Ooooowww! Shane: Oh, shoot! Looks like a keg stand gone bad. I better go handle that. You: I should head back anyway. I have an early studio session tomorrow. Shane goes back inside to handle the situation, and you begin to pack up your things. You: (What is happening? Today’s been so wild…)

-Keep watching the view together.

Standing looking out over the city, you watch the cars go by. You: I wonder where we’ll both go next… Shane: Wherever it is, I can’t wait to find out.

[class-wom]

Thanks @glofigs​

Legion seems to invite questions to its own third season story in “Chapter 24” by wading into the existentialism of time travel. Locked away in essentially a deprivation chamber, Switch dreams of her sterile, almost robotic existence as her audio lessons on time travel discuss the lonely, highly existential existence of the time traveler.  Though Switch was likely lonely to begin with, the voice on the tape wonders how the time traveler can feel connected to others if they know that everything ends, or that everything can be erased? I suppose the better question would be, how could viewers feel connected to a time travel plot if everything can be walked back or fixed?

That’s the danger in calling attention to Legion’s time travel elements and asking big questions about them. David can’t be asked to care about the body count in “Chapter 24” because what will it all matter if David can prevent any of the series’ events from happening? Why wonder what an ending looks like for David and Syd, the resolution of their tangled tale, if there’s a possibility that they never even meet to begin with? These larger questions about the timeline and the series’ stakes distract from an otherwise lean, mean episode that feels like a real ramp up into the story’s ending.

Part of the success of “Chapter 24” hinges on the episode leaning into its horror elements. Though I’d never say that Legion is a horror series, it’s often at its most effective when its borrowing from horror and suspense filmmaking. David’s assault on the Division 3 bus is frightening in its ruthlessness and David’s utter indifference, like the horror genre’s most memorable boogeymen, and later with his followers on the airship, Legion channels some folk horror and Manson Family vibes. Just like last week with the Time Demons, I’m most gripped by Legion when I’m unsettled by it. 

Perhaps most unsettling, just beating out the tragic fates of Clark and his husband, is Lenny’s death. David is ready to wage war on Division 3, but Lenny is no longer interested in the game. Whether it was real or fake, Lenny’s experience of watching her child’s entire lifespan in a few short moments had a profound effect on her. She no longer can deal with David’s narcissism and need for control. David asks Lenny to put her own pain aside to help him handle his own, but she’s done drinking the Kool-Aid. David’s inability to be empathetic to Lenny’s plight, his casual suggestion that he can erase what’s happened, which sort of feels like an invalidation of her feelings, causes Lenny to snap. Not wanting to be controlled by David and his power, she kills herself.

Without taking a moment to realize how his actions may have led to his only remaining friend’s death, David takes Farouk’s bait and teleports to the airship. The other members of Division 3 were planning on avoiding David completely, but a better, subtler plan is afoot. Naturally, David attempts a conversation with Syd, and at first, it appears to be a warmer-than-expected dialogue between the two about the messiness of love, about not being able to quit those that have hurt or wronged you, as if Syd is finally coming around to David’s time travel plan. She poignantly asks whether being erased from the timeline will hurt, and for half a second, I believe we’re witnessing some sort of ill-advised reconciliation. But then Syd reaches a hand out and swaps bodies with David and I’m instantly reminded of Farouk’s conversation with Syd a few weeks back about emotional manipulation being their best tool against stopping David. In David’s body, Syd tries to get Kerry to kill him, but the other voices inside of David’s head, finally addressing themselves as Legion, wrest control back from Syd, wiping her mind in the process. It’s a fantastic sequence, with Dan Stevens really getting a chance to stretch himself out. As for Farouk, he attempts to stop David, but Switch helps David trap Farouk in the space between time. It’s a bit anti-climactic and simple for someone who was once such a formidable villain, but there are enough other things go right to forgive this, and I certainly don’t think we’re done with the Shadow King yet.

In true Legion fashion, the episode ends with the cast members, alive or dead, singing along to “(What’s So Funny ‘Bout) Peace, Love, and Understanding.” It’s the quirky little stylistic flourish we’ve all come to expect from Legion’s more dexterous episodes and it works well here considering the carnage that David has caused and misguided vision for how peace will be achieved. “Chapter 24” may have left me worrying about how time travel could be used to help the show cheat its way to a convenient ending, and whether I’m supposed to feel these losses or expect things all to be wiped clean, but I have to give Noah Hawley more credit than that. He’s not going to bright side this one or cut corners, he knows this is all more complicated than that.

[sofuckingmoe]

Party fever

My friend dragged me to a party and then abandoned me but you came over and we started talking and somehow I started talking about how I didn't want to be here while you start smirking and then I find out that your the host of the part. Please forgive me AU

Jungkook frowned, glaring at the boy  in front of him.

“Jimin, are you sure about this? He questioned anxiously, gesturing to his body. He was clad in a striped red and black sweater with holes and jeans that were way too tight.

Course’ I am! Slurred Jimin half drunk but still confident, as always. “ What's not to be sure about?”

Well I’m glad you asked answered Jungkook, quickly launching into his argument before his hyung could argue. “ It has holes, that's weird! The entire point of a sweater is to keep you warm, the holes destroy that. SO basically you destroyed the sweaters reasons for existence, have you no guilt?”

I’ll think about the moral righteous of holes in sweaters later, presumably in the morning after my hangover.  Quipped Jimin, leaning over the mirror to fix his hair, tousling it slightly.

You just wanna get laid muttered Jungkook, spinning on his heels and making his way to the door.

“Jeon jeongguk gasped scandalized Jimin- I’m going to strangle you!”

Can you even reach retorted Jungkook, quickly running outside, trying to dodge his tiny murderous hyung.

After both Jungkook and Jimin had safely seated them inside the car, and Jimin was done fussing over Jungkook appearance.

You wanna get laid right? Right, right,righhhttttt??

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Jungkook sighed as he pulled into the driveway of the house, Jimin had drunkenly guided his to.

Jimin he whispered shouted, suddenly feeling the need to be quite.

Jimin who had been dosing himself with shots of whiskey(SHOTS JUNGKOOK!) turned his head to stared questiongly at Jungkook.

Yah’ he whisper shouted back at Jungkook.

We’re here.

Jimin instantly shoot up, leaning forward to fuss over his hair. “Hey Kook how’d I look? Jimin asked trying to look casual but his apprehension showing through

You look good  answered Jungkook, but hyung why are you so scared, you do this shit a lot.

Jimin frowned I’m not nervous, what’re you talking about,haha Jimin chuckled awkwardly.

Hyung…. Jungkook frowned trailing off, gazing at his friend with pleading doe eyes.

Don’t gimme that look Kook, pleaded Jimin.

,.....,(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ Jungkook stared...

Fine answered Jimin throwing his hands up in the air, Yoongi’s gonna be there.

That's the one with mullet? No?...Ohh! Th one that possesses e quotes on quote “a poet's soul.” Jungkook clasped his hands together, mimicking Jimin's awed expression.

OW!ow,owwww Jiminieee! whined Jungkook as his friend swatted his arm in retaliation.

“Shut up”, snipped Jimin “at least one of us is getting laid today.” With that Jimin swept out of the car, not forgetting to tousle Jungkooks hair on the way out- his hyung could never stay mad at him for long.

Jungkook sighed and climbed out of the car...maybe if he was lucky Jimin would do something embarrassing and Jungkook would have something to laugh about.

◎[▪‿▪]◎TIME SKIP…

Jungkook sighed miserable, he was slumped against the wall with one of those red cups, that were in every generic teenage party in high school musicals. Jungkook chuckled at the irony but doubted the host of the part understood his not-so funny joke.

He was alone, Jimin having ditched him after the famous Yoongi had appeared, although Jungkook had also scared away any potential dates with a few well placed glares and not-so subtle snarky comments.

A sigh escaped from his lips as he watched countless teenagers mingle, he couldn’t help but envy their carelessness.

Another sigh escaped from his lips as he stared forlornly into the crowd.

This is the second time I’ve heard you sigh, is something wrong? A surprisingly sober, foreign voice uttered from near Jungkook

Jungkook jumped, turning swiftly to face the person.

Whoa! The person held up his hands, in a placating gesture.

Who are you? Snapped Jungkook glaring fiercely at the person

I’m Kim Taehyung, a dazzling smile was paired with the rather vague introduction.

Well Kim Taehyung you scared me, said Jungkook taking a sip of his drink.

Sorry, Taehyung said, looking surprisingly sincere, he grinned apologetically. ‘You are?” Asked Taehyung tilting his head and appraising the younger.

Oh. I’m Jeon Jungkook, Jungkook took another sip of his head, throat dry.

Nice to meet you, another grin. If I may ask, why are you looking so miserable?

How can he smile so much? Wondered Jungkook. “I’m not miserable, just tired” Answered Jungkook half heartedly, knowing his wasn't’ fooling Taehyung.

You look like someone ate all of your cereal or ran over your dog-wait! Strike that, you look like someone ran over your do while eating your favorite cereal. Taehyung grinned, clearly pleased with his assessment.

Well this part kinda sucks. Answered Jungkook bluntly.

Taehyungs grin widened as he tilted his head to the side. Oh? Really. Why do you think so? He purred looking delighted.

You asked for it, Well first of all, why are so many people making out-

It's a party, the only reason people come is to hookup! Answered Taehyung eyes twinkly with unknown amusement.

Don’t interrupt, what's wrong with not sticking your tongue down someone's throat? Argued Jungkook. He plowed on, not giving Taehyung a chance to retaliate.

“And the drinks taste like spiked kool-aid and pigeon shit!”

How do you know what pigeon shit tastes like? Inquired Taehyung.

I don’t but I imagine it tastes similar to that pizza! Jungkook gesture wildly to the admittedly grotesque looking pizza  in the corner, and out of the corner of his eyes  Jungkook spotted Yoongi and Jimin fumbling toward one of the bathrooms.

And I’m pretty sure people are having sex, Jungkook whispered the last word, flushing red. Also it’s loud and the mood lights suck. But the music’s good, its G-Dragon, I like G-Dragon. Conceded Jungkook.

I like G-Dragon too, exclaimed Taehyung looking delighted

Jungkook found himself smiling back,  Taehyung's grin was wonderfully contagious.

KOOKIEEEEE, TAEEETAEE A familiar voice screeched from across the room. Jungkook and Taehyung turned to see Hoeseok making his way slowly towards them, stopping every once in awhile to greet a someone.

You know Hobi-hyung? Questioned Taehyung tearing his gaze away from Hoeseok to look at Jungkook.

Of course! Hes- Jungkooks breath caught as he inhaled sharply, during their conversation Taehyung had inched forward so that he had Jungkook against a wall, he had turned around to face Taehyung so they were now face to face, practically inches away from each other.

 “What?” Asked Taehyung, a devious smirk playing across his lips.

What,what? Jungkook answered openly staring at Tae, unconsciously his eyes darted to Taehyung's lips, watching as his tongue swept over his bottom lip.

“You were saying something about Hoseok?” Taehyung leaned over Jungkook, practically purring.

“Er, Right I gotta… tell him something! Yea’ thats it!, So i’ll just go….”  Jungkook tried to move past Taehyung producing a body movement that made him look like an electrocuted eel.  Not very attractive to say the least.

Taehyung just chuckled, stepping closer to Jungkook.  “He’ll be here soon, so let's wait”

Jungkook nodded, trying his best not to do anything embarrassing like ask Taehyung to marry him, that would be weird.

Hey. What re’ you guys doin’ slurred an obviously drunk Hoseok.

Nothing answered Jungkook quickly. Not seeing the hurt look on Taes face.

So this is nothing? Questioned Taehyung, glaring at Jungkook.

Er, I meant... talking! We were talking!

Oooohhhhh Kooks getting cosy with the host, huh? Hoseok chuckled slinging an around Jungkooks shoulder.

WAIT HOST! Jungkook screeched, staring in shock at Hoseok(You could say he was jungshook). He had spent the last hour or so complaining about the party to the host. I want death, i don’t even care about not meeting g-dragon, dear god please just kill me. The hot stranger thinks im an asshole.

Taehyung chuckled at the obvious look of startled terror on Jungkooks face. “Is something wrong.” He asked innocently, mind set on teasing the boy.

“Oh God! I’m sorry, I feel like an asshole.” Jungkook babbled nonsensically. “Please forgive me.”

Well…. Taehyung pretended to think, tapping his forehead. “ You could give me your number. I might find it in myself to forgive you then”

My n-number? Jungkook stuttered, staring quizzically at Tae.

I love being the third wheel, definitely. This is not sarcasm, not at all. Announced Hoseok sarcastically ”Just give him your number Kooks, I’ve known Tae for 7 years and this is the first time I’ve seen him look so whipped for someone.

“Hyunggg!” Whined Taehyung covering his face with his hand.

“Damn he looks cute embarrassed.” Thought Jungkook, flushing slightly at the intrusive thoughts.

“You think I’m cute?” Taehyung was smirking, all the previous traces of embarrassment forgotten.

Jungkook cursed under his breath “I said that aloud?” He was pretty sure he was bright red. This was too embarrassing.

Yep. Taehyung was grinning, a boxy smile that made his eyes wrinkle adorably in the corners.

Hoseok made a gagging sound and wandered off, probably to find someone to hook up with. Leaving Jungkook and Taehyung in their own little world.

Suddenly Jungkook's phone rang and he fumbled for his pockets, glad for the distraction.

Tinehyung;

Hey Kook, where are you? We gotta go home.

Kookie🍪:

Yeah be right there

Jungkook closed his phone, quickly shoving his phone in his pocket. “I gotta go.” He offered Taehyung a cute bunny grin and made his way to the door.

Wait! Called out Taehyung, he was frantically scrambling inside a drawer, clearly in search of something. Taehyung whipped around holding a pen aloft, he walked towards Jungkook brandinging the pen with a triumphant grin. “I’m giving you my number.”

His number! Jungkook flushed but obediently held out his hand to let Taehyung write.

Taehyung bent over Jungkook's hand with a concentrated expression. He looked adorable with his tongue poking out of his mouth and eyebrows furrowed slightly. Jungkook internally cooed at the olders expression.

There! Taehyung grinned at Jungkook, drawing a heart next to the number with a flourish.

Jungkook blinked and grinned softly at Taehyung, suddenly shy. “Bye Tae”

Bye Jungkook.

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I have suffered many years with PCOS- Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome  from a teenager, I was diagnosed officially in 2008 and I hit a huge depression state because the symptoms was terrible and once I really wanted to try to have children I was told it would be impossible (and i tried for 4 years).

PCOS- Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome A hormonal disorder causing enlarged ovaries with small cysts on the outer edges along with other hormonal dysfunctions and side effects such as:

infertility

hair thinning/loss

severe cramping (especially during menstrual)

face/body acne and hair

weight gain or (RARELY:severe weight loss)

skin discoloration and skin tags

low energy/fatigue

cysts on the ovaries

pre-diabetes

diabetes

blood pressure issues

glucose levels high

insulin resistant

and much much more!

I have done it all from starving myself,portion control,no salt foods,low fat, vegetarian lifestyle and much more but although i lost much weight and got rid of some symptoms… I just could not get rid of them all permanently! Unfortunately once i was able to get pregnant these symptoms tripled even when i ate clean and ate nothing but fruit,”healthy carbs” and popcorn because of morning sickness during my whole pregnancy so couldn’t stomach anything else and after my second child i just gave birth to in July 2017; I felt like i was going to DIE! I had heart issues and everything was out of whack! I visited my doctor a month after labor in Aug 2017 and he told me i needed to start a low carb diet,exercise and i needed to take all these meds to manage not just my PCOS but my IBS (irritable bowel syndrome), Joint Pains,Fatigue etc. too! I was so scared so i tried lowing my carbs but i felt deprived and even more hungry,sore all over and fatigue (now i know its because i wasn’t adding fats to my meals). So i gave up! Started eating “low fat and clean” again because that’s what i knew about more and even worked out daily killing myself! My days was typically doing Smoothie cleanses on weekend(lots of fructose aka glucose/sugar), ate my whole grains lunch and dinner(more glucose aka sugar) and lean protein(way to much sometimes which spilled over as glucose/sugar in my body) plus fruits and veggies daily(which also caused insulin spikes and bloat) lots of water- Sounds very healthy right?…. My body didn’t think so

Late Oct. 2017 I went to see my endocrinologist and she told me that my glucose(sugar) was sky high and that i was pre-diabetic/borderline diabetic AGAIN but worse this time and she wanted to put me on all kinds of meds including metformin at a higher dosage but she wanted me to meet with her and her nutritionist first and she will give me the prescriptions next appointment, During this meeting they talked about foods that im currently eating thinking they’re healthy but they’re actually doing my body a disservice just like some people who apear “healthy” on the outside but really not inside. So they suggested a ketogenic lifestyle change… not just a typical low carb diet because i needed the high fat as fuel and they went into details but at that time i was so lost and confused because i was told the opposite for so many years to avoid fats,eat all fruits and veggies and low calorie plus no salt etc. that i just was not listening! Sad part is this was also suggested for my autistic daughter back in 2010-ish vs a gluten free diet from her old doctor because its great for the brain and kids with autism and epilepsy as well but that time i was still drinking kool-aid and eating processed foods so i really was not for it!…

I went home and acted like nothing happened and never set my next appointment,Got depressed because i thought i was eating clean and it worked before in the past so the ’emotional eating’ began! I kept telling myself that i couldn’t do something new with holidays and birthdays coming up(my biggest excuses) and although i did try some of these keto meals and i was partially looking into it for awhile, I still didn’t take it seriously…Until I did a Christmas photo shoot in Dec. 2017 and i realized just how much i let myself go! I always feel beautiful and full of spirit but health makes a huge difference to show it as well!!

Enough was enough… I started to research even more of the science behind ketogenic lifestyle watching people on YouTube like Dr. Berg,Keto Connect,thomas lauer,Jason Whitrock and many more plus i watched a very great documentary called “The Magic Pill” on Netflix and I WAS SOLD! I was totally starting to understand and listen. So i started eliminating carbs,keeping at 50 grams or less daily, removing stuff in my kitchen and although i had my cheats here and there i still lost 10 lbs going from 250lbs to 240lbs but then my anniversary month came and that threw me off my game for all of feb 2018 and march 2018 then last week of April came and i decided enough cheating and its time to really make this my lifestyle for the long hall and it was time to set a date for may 1st and just go all in… no sweet treat besides a cup of ice cream on the weekend once every  week or two, I didn’t do the bread,pasta or rice instead i found alternatives and i actually love it more now! Once i did this for only 6 weeks with occasional tracking and checking in with my app called “Carb Manager” then i decided to jump on scale and i lost 30 lbs in just a short 6 weeks, My mind was BLOWN.

I noticed right then and there that this was gonna be my new lifestyle forever! I guess they was not lying when they said ” Results have you addicted and coming for more” becuase this was truly how i felt and still do! So far it has been 5 months since starting my keto lifestyle journey and i’ve already lost 53+ lbs and counting!

After watching a very close friend of mines have outstanding results of 90+lbs in only a little over a year! NOW i want to help others do the same and have partnered up with The Ketogenic lifestyle company Wakaya Perfection owned by the founder of the very own Fiji Water David Gilmour and is also one of Oprah’s favorite things in her magazines! The company focuses on using the keto lifestyle and incorporating hydration,detoxing and using holistics such as very high impact Fijian turmeric and ginger,essential oils and much more! So far it has made a difference in making my joint pain go away completely and giving me the energy to be a busy mom with 3 kids at home,working and helping people live this lifestyle . Im super excited to whats to come with Wakaya Perfection and if you have any questions about the system or the products i use, please contact me or comment below and ill reach out! Stay Tuned for future updates ❤

Click below to watch my interview with Keto Queens very own beautiful Dr. JaTaya Wiley aka Taya Belle!

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  Keto vs PCOS: My Story and My Interview! I have suffered many years with PCOS- Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome  from a teenager, I was diagnosed officially in 2008 and I hit a huge depression state because the symptoms was terrible and once I really wanted to try to have children I was told it would be impossible (and i tried for 4 years).

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Survival Skills and Survival Devices

Wilderness survival utilized to be part of every day life. However despite the fact that we feel secured inside our contemporary cocoons, getting a grip on survival skills is still a wise 'simply in case' set of skills to obtain. Even in today's world, survival skills are not just for the Backpacker, outdoors lovers or sportsperson anymore.

However exactly what are survival skills?

Survival Skills are the strategies and the knowledge that may assist you to make it through dangerous conditions (such as storms or earthquakes), unsafe areas (like the desert, the mountains, the jungle and other severe environments.

As quickly as practicable, attempt to find out the important survival skills, for instance, methods to prevent getting lost, the best ways to build a shelter, the very best method to load a survival set, the best ways to make a fire, and the best ways to get access to tidy and safe water are the important skills to lean for every single severe environment - whether winter season survival, desert survival, forest, mountain or other environment.

So exactly what should you do if you discover yourself lost or stuck in a severe environment?

The order which survival skills to concentrate on very first are based upon fundamental human requirements and the harmful situation you discover yourself in. Nevertheless, producing a shelter to secure yourself from the severe conditions is generally your very first and primary job. No matter whether you produce a lean-to shelter or a poncho shelter - making certain you are securely from the extreme climate condition must be your instant focus. Next is water.

Getting tidy drinking water is maybe the 2nd most crucial component in enduring a harmful circumstance. Water may be gathered in a number of various methods, one method desert or hot environments for instance is through condensation traps or solar stills but nevertheless you discover your water, it needs to be given a rolling boil to cleanse and make it drinkable through fire. That leads us to the next vital survival skill which is understanding the best ways to produce fire.

Fire is an exceptionally beneficial tool for survival. From drying your clothes, cleansing water as well as helping in the making of tools and keeping threatening animals or pesky bugs at bay, fire is required for both heat and defense. Fire will certainly make it more comfy however a shelter is more vital in a lot of circumstances.

An Emergency treatment Set (If you are Prepared!):

My survival devices consists of a crucial book on survival (the United States Army Survival Handbook) and your emergency treatment package is probably to be the most vital product in any emergency situation set and having the ideal devices is crucial for wilderness survival.

Why an emergency treatment package?

Due to the fact that injuries need to be had the tendency to as quickly as they strike prevent more issues or infection.

Your emergency treatment package must consist of plasters, antibacterial and preferably, you must have taken an emergency treatment course and understand the very best methods to handle heat stroke, snake or toxic insect bites, abrasions and other injuries. A fantastic initial step is getting the United States Army Survival handbook which covers the majority of the crucial details you'll require.

Suitable Foods-- slim, high fiber foods and synthetically sweetened drinks

Beverages - Consume all you desire of diet plan sodas, tea, coffee or Kool-Aid either unsweetened or sweetened with a sweetening agent such as Splenda, Sugary food 'N Low, Equal, saccharin or a mix.

Travel In Extreme Winter season Issues:

With skis you can get further into the wilderness much faster than any other method, so winter season survival skills are important for all levels of ski mountaineering.

Beneficial skills consist of lighting a fire, discovering shelter, making water safe to consume, discovering and determining food, dealing with injuries, and climbing up, swimming, and utilizing particular or makeshift tools. Practically all Survival Skills are environment particular and need training in a specific environment. Discover standard survival skills, such as ways to prevent getting lost, the best ways to construct a shelter, the best ways to load a survival set, the best ways to construct a fire, and more using the United States Army Survival Handbook FM 21-76.

Understanding basic survival understanding will assist you keep your cool in many situations. Do your finest to develop your survival understanding so that you will be effective in the basics for instance navigation, producing fire, getting and preparing food and water for safe intake, and developing shelters. Get prepared by describing the United States Army Survival Guide - a terrific starting point for guaranteeing you and your household are all set for any severe environment.

All the best and pleased journeys.

Fundamental Survival Skills You Required For Pestering Out

The more skills you discover, the more self reliant you are and the greater your opportunities for survival ended up being. Here we are going to discuss some standard survival skills and teach you the best ways to finest use them to secure yourself and your enjoyed ones when catastrophe strikes.

When you are out by yourself without the safeguard of an operating society, these are the qualities and standard survival skills you have to master in order to be successful.

Have a favorable psychological mindset Find and purify/filter water Look for or develop shelter Obtain and prepare food Have the ability to dependably begin a fire Favorable Psychological Mindset

This is in fact more vital than any of the others due to the fact that when you are counting on your capability to wring survival from your environments, when you quit hope you are completed. There are lots of impressive stories of individuals who have actually made it through avalanches, fires, floods, and being separated for prolonged durations and making it through thanks to an undying will to withstand. They are every day individuals who would just not confess defeat. Keeping a favorable psychological mindset will provide you the strength to never ever quit on yourself no matter the scenario.

Some methods to impart this mindset are:

Set objectives on your own - These might be day-to-day or perhaps per hour objectives such as making it to the next ridge or acquiring a meal from your environments. Ensure they are attainable and unbiased oriented. Every action you finish will be a mental increase for you and will develop self-confidence in your fundamental survival skills.

Concentrate on exactly what you can alter - If a considerable catastrophe has actually struck, concentrating on the oppression of the resulting circumstance or the loss that has actually taken place will not assist you. Nevertheless, concentrating on constructing a shelter or remaining dry will assist exceptionally. Focusing your efforts to enhance your circumstance will assist you both in the long and short-terms. Neglect the huge image and absolutely concentrate on enhancing your instant scenario.

Keep hydrated and nurtured - This will provide you the energy to continue in the face of difficulty. A consistent water and food supply are essential and important. You wlll not be looking for to feast day-to-day however satisfying your fundamental calorie and hydration requirements will suffice to keep you going. 2400-3600 Calories daily is a strong total up to go for. In addition to that, if this requirement is rectified it will enable you to actually focus more on healing efforts or getting assistance.

Be outwardly favorable - Positivity creates more positivity. Revealing fellow survivors that you are with that you have a favorable psychological mindset will stop the group from being dragged down under the pressure of the catastrophe. Be the seed that becomes greater spirits for your group.

Water

Beyond your very own internal perseverance, water is the most essential resource you will require. Discovering it and understanding the best ways to make it suitable for intake are 2 of the most essential fundamental survival skills you can master.

Know the best ways to find indications of water. This might be looking where plants are growing, where surface slopes or shapes into a natural water trap, or observing animal motions to see where they are getting their supply of water.

If you have the ability to map a path as a part of your bug out strategy, determining most likely sources for water along the method will be a huge benefit.

Completely comprehend ways to deal with water to make it suitable for intake. Consuming infected water can be lethal.

Purification - this includes passing water through especially great membranes to get rid of particles and some pathogens. Some infections might still make it through even the finest filters offered.

Filtration - dealing with water with either chemicals such as iodine or UV lights. This reduces the effects of all pathogens however does unclear away particles.

Boiling - This is a kind of filtration as it eliminates all pathogens however does not get rid of particles. Water ought to be maintaineded at a rolling boil for a minimum of 1 minute to decontaminate it.

Due to the fact that of the varying advantages of both purification and filtration it is suggested that you utilize both techniques to be 100% sure of water security that a mix of the 2 be carried out. The most standard method to do this is to put water through a fabric then boil it. Nevertheless a much better carrying out method is to pass it through a filter gadget and after that cleansing it with tablets of Steripen. These products need to be thought about necessary products for any list of bug out bag basics.

Have the ability to gather rains if possible. This might consist of capturing it in a poncho or container if readily available.

Make use of a Solar Still - This can be acquired or constructed of your survival equipment. A Solar Still utilizes the sun's heat to vaporize liquid then regain it as tidy water.

Understand what does it cost? water you require - An individual can endure 72 hours without water. It is nevertheless suggested that somebody who is active takes in 75% of their weight in ounces daily. So if you weigh 150 pounds then you ought to be consuming about 113 ounces (3.31 liters) of water every day.

Food

Treking with your Bug Out Bag packed with survival equipment will trigger you to burn 400-500 calories in an hour. To keep your body working as an effective maker it is crucial to keep it sustained up.

First of all, provision what food you have with you. You are focusing on survival, not feasting. Consume little parts when you are starving however do not over do it.

Enhance your provisions with foraged nourishment from your environments. This implies you will have to discover exactly what edible plants are around and the best ways to select them. Likewise discover where these plants grow. Does a particular berry grow around water holes? Does a high calorie plant choose the shade? Find out these elements to comprehend where to look for nutrients. Some plants are just edible after cooking or boiling, discover exactly what you have to made with your regional plants to make it tasty. In addition, discover exactly what is harmful or harmful to consume to prevent making yourself ill!

Comprehend exactly what kinds of animals reside in your area. This consists of possible predators to prevent and prey to look for. Discover exactly what environments these animals live in. Exists a specific fish that likes eddies and whirlpools? Target these areas to discover them. Does an animal in your location prefer to consume a specific plant? Positioning snares in the area of these plants would be helpful. Likewise find out the best ways to prepare these animals for cooking. This consists of skinning and butchering animals and filleting fish.

Shelter

A well prepared individual will have a method of safeguarding themselves from the aspects as a part of their bug out bag basics. Nevertheless, a COMPLETELY prepared individual will likewise have actually found out survival shelter structure as one of their standard survival skills. A survival shelter does not have to be made complex or expensive however it must keep rain/snow out, keep heat inside, and be quickly patched together from offered products.

A survival shelter can be built from many anything - particles from collapsed structures, brush, animal hides, or a tarpaulin or poncho

Take into account bringing paracord and a survival saw or hatchet when establishing your bug out bag contents list as these can be your friends when building a shelter. With these products you can assemble a survival shelter from practically anything in a brief quantity of time.

If you do not have paracord, zip ties, duct tape, or another binding product, primitive rope can be improvised from strips of tree bark, little green saplings, branches, and vines.

A fundamental survival shelter might include building a frame from long stiff products such as tree branches or 2x4's and laying a poncho or tarpaulin over it.

If you can not utilize your poncho or tarpaulin for this, layer brush on to the frame sloping away to the ground to insulate for heat and keep wetness out.

Fire

Fire can supply many things when in a survival circumstance and both structure and preserving one are important fundamental survival skills. A fire will offer a spirits increase, offer heat and light, and let you to cleanse water and cook food.

The standard requirements to construct any fire are to offer it air, fuel, and an ignition source.

Air - A fire takes in air hungrily and it is important to develop it in a way that permits air to stream into the combustion. Do not smother a fire by putting excessive fuel onto it.

Fuel - This is exactly what really burns in a fire and can be sourced from lots of locations. If a branch or stick snaps easily it is dry and will burn well. If it flexes and splinters it is still green and will smoke and smother a fire.

Ignition Source - this can be a lighter, matches, or a fire starter that you bring with you. You must nevertheless find out more primitive methods of fire beginning as one of your standard survival skills in case these products can not be discovered.

A fire is integrate in succeeding layers of progressively bigger wood. You begin with tinder, which is extremely little, dry, and captures quickly. Different sort of tinder are tree bark, clothes dryer lint, coconut husk, and pine needles. From tinder you step up to kindling which is typically twigs as much as the size of your little finger. Next is fuel wood which remains in measure to your thumb. Continue to include more wood slowly till you have a fire big enough to spark logs. These logs are exactly what will produce the huge bulk of your coals in a fire pit.

Discover the best ways to utilize a fire to prepare food. Coals are a more efficient method of cooking food than a naked flame. Coals will produce a more even heat and enable you to manage the rate at which your food cooks, instead of having actually some parts scorched with the within raw. A naked flame is nevertheless more skilled at boiling water.

The most typically utilized kinds of fires are called a Teepee and a Log Cabin.

A Dakota Fire Pit is another type that is less commonly utilized than these however more effective.

Conclusion

There is no doubt that finding out fundamental survival skills will considerably enhance your opportunities of survival. Putting in a long time now to teach yourself these fundamental survival skills will make you much better ready and assist you offer yourself and your household when catastrophe strikes.

Thank you for reading. If you would like more details about city or wilderness survival, catastrophe readiness, or want to attempt our Free Bug Out Bag Preparation Tool, please come go to my website here.