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sword-of-summer · 4 years ago

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All of them answer every question fuck you

ahahaha no i respectfully deny your "fuck you" and i accept the ask and so-

i am 5'10", and i don't wish to be taller or shorter- i am the perfect height for hugs and messy hair, and yep, i like it here-

dream pet would be a mix of golden retriver and a husky called Holly and a chonky cat called Loki- yes ofcourse my future kids have names everyone should name their future pets-

ripped jeans/black pants with a Darth Vader tshirt or a Ethnic Fusion Kurta with black sneakers/artificial leather slip-ons, and if it's cold, a black jacket open obviously- and a black wristwatch i love my black wristwatch.

favourite video game was Clash of Clans and going even back, GTA Vice City and, the og- MARIIOOOO

three things/people are Oreos, Nutella and Pizza. The Holy Trinity-

"Beware me my fingers are smeared with chicken popcorn grease"

you didn't mention an opinion, @chunkybirb, so imma give my opinion on Vanilla ice cream and Nutella- ANYONE WHO HADN'T COMBINED THESE TWO COMBINE THESE TWO THEY ARE FUCKING AWESOME

im either phlegmatic or melancholic bruh idk maybe ik or maybe not

im v v v v ticklish

not an allergy, but an intense hatred for ketchup- i vomit if it gets too close to me fuck you ketchup

im heterosexual

any between tea and coffee but full milk coffee (ik, kill me), never had cocoa- but i love a chocolate or nutella milkshake

both. both is good. (cat and dog)

i would be an elf cause hell yeah, knowledge and wisdom

favourite youtuber is Samay Raina, a stand up comedian turned youtuber who is just awesome-

as i mentioned in 1., i am 5'10"

i would not change my name cause it's the coolest fucking name ever, i am Tanay, and Tanay in Hindi means Son, and my parents literally named their son Son, and hell yeah i like it

i forgot how much i weigh- last i checked it was 75 kilos, but ive gained weight since 2019 so yep, gotta walk in the mornings

yes i believe in metaphysicality cause one- it seems cool- second- me and @theclassyghost discussed a metaphysical life theory that i really really like and metaphysicality gives preservation of knowledge so i believe in spirits

SPACE. SPACE. SPACE.

im not that religious, no

pet peeves no well nah not really

nocturnal def nocturnal i sleep at 4.50 anyway hehehehe

fav constellation is Cassiopeia

fav star is Sirius tho

what the fuck are ball jointed dolls

i do have a fear of losing people that's just anxiety i guess

yep, global warming is real

never thought that much about reincarnation tbh but maybe, i do

fav movie is Spider Man : Into The SpiderVerse and Inception and The Dark Knight Rises and Revenge of The Sith and yes, for my indian gang, 3 Idiots and Gully Boy

yep i get scared v v v easily

i have had no pets but i plan to once i grow up

@chunkybirb 's blog is fucking cool awesome and *chef's kiss* a masterpiece

blue calms me. i love blue.

live in Norway cause pretty lights, snow, and less people than this overpopulated country i am in

born in Mumbai, India

v v v dark brown like it's almost black but no it's dark brown

introvert

horoscopes and zodiacs, i do read them, never believed that much tbh-

HUGS I LOVE HUGS

i really wanna visit my brother i haven't met him in a long time i really wanna play cricket w him just like old times

my sister- she's annoying but well i care for her

nah

tattoos idk bruh im okay idk may get one or may not get one

nope, smoking is ewwww *vomits*

ah my crush- she's cool [ if she exists

when the chalk doesn't write on the board but goes iiiiiieeee I HATE THAT

a sound i love is rain pitter pattering i just hhhhhh sends me into happiness

nope fatass here

favourite actors have to be eddie redmayne, oscar issac and pedro pascal- and margot robbie and winona ryder in the actresses section also yes, elliot page

bruh already answered in 30.

im okayish!! spotify and tumblr, cool combo-

my hair are okay being black for me

yesterday, monday, from 6.40 to 6.50

music

uhhh naah not that i know of

well in Rick Riordan's Magnus Chase books, the sword of Frey aka Sumarbrander TALKS and demands to be called Jack, so here i am

bakwaas, music and comfy

yep, i believe in evolution

unfollow on hate and when they dm me sending nsfw pics ugh why are people like that

follow, well, i like people and they seem cool, so i follow them

fav kind of person is the one who'll sit with me for hours not even talking and just vibing to music

fav animals are beavers, doggos and cats

three fav blogs are @chunkybirb, @theclassyghost, @little-boats-on-a-lake, @aredhel-of-gondolin, @sue-me-imbadass, @alleenkaas, @my-ackerman, @brrrrrrrrrrzone

fav emoticon has to be ☹ this me seeing my stupidity outrank others

fav meme has to be Butternut is a master of psychological manipulation

INTP

Libraaa let's go

no dog, i have

black darth vader tshirt, black pants, black sneakers and black wrist watch

i have no selfies my phone has no cameras i live in eternal darkness

what the fuck are platform shoes

i, uhhh, i remember weird things like what i drew in class in 3rd while i was supposed to be doing english

lazy ass here, no front flips possible

i like birds they fly

nope i don't Iike swimming i like blankets

wrapped up in blankets reading books sounds better than both

ketchup

hyperspace travel

nope none

reading writing eating sleeping

my friend

tumblr seems cool

i have around 60-70 idk

yes i can run but why

yes they do but what's the fun in that

nope I'd fall over

sapphire let's go

koala bear or panda

sunflower or the one on a lemon tree

ketchup store

one cup of coffee is enough, tysm

read minds that sounds cool cool yeaaahh

nope never wore it a black clothes guy here BatMan

winter winter all year long

i don't know and i don't wanna try

i don't know and i don't wanna know

everyone cause they are better than me

bookstores cause bookstores any bookstores

sneakers, black onez

apparently some gas bitches mixed up to form a planet

non vegetarian but i partake meat just twice or thrice in two weeks

i don't know they don't seem like liking

naaaaaaaah

bugs ew

spiders ew

about the fact that i come off as arrogant and overconfident while in reality it's just that my communication skills suck

i can draw averagely whenever im in a mood

this thing im answering but i like answering it

uhhhhhhh brain freeze- idk bruh questions are good they give knowledge

yep, while sleeping

ahh yes calming, they are

cloudy days cause fucking cool vibes

hehehe wouldn't you like to know, weatherboy

CumuloNimbus i really like it's name yknow nimBUS

dark blue, dark blue always or black

naaaah no freckles

fav thing is when they laugh and it's just happy and we're both laughing like shitheads but who cares we're rebelling against depressing life and we laugh

both. both is good [ fruits and vegetables

sleep but i have to answer 170 questions cause @chunkybirb

sky sky sky it's my blog's header duh uh sKy

sweet and sour candy. SWEET AND SOUR CANDY.

dim lights it makes me feel cool

ahhh so here we go- Mooncalfs, Thunderbirds, Phoenixes, Sphinxes, Dragons that seem to be Space Nebulae, and more and more and more

i really feel like a boomer sometimes

i love everything about this site/app it makes me feel happy cause i like the people and the posts

uhhhhh i think too much about everything cause i just do. i like thinking

"He's dead, guys. For the sake of The Force, please watch Star Wars now he wanted to discuss it with you" actually no i would just say "A big shoutout to Garlic Bread he loved Garlic Bread"

myself cause i should be sleeping but sleep is for the weak and i am the weak and the strong i am a paradox-

that i obsess too much on things and try involving people it never works out

nope. had braces for 4 years, that beat out teeth showing smiles

i prefer computer-tv ahahahahaha

never tried them, so IDK

naaaaah not motion sickness- never travelled by sea so idk seasickness

lobed ears

yep i believe that deeds do count in life and beyond

idk bruh i don't believe in physical attraction too much- bodies are fake- mentally/metaphysically tho, im a 7

ahhhhh many many Stupid Genius, Tani, Tanu, Tanya

i still do-

i really want to talk to a therapist. converse. and discover.

im both, i am both.

10:1 is the ratio- giving 10, receiving 1

uhhh nothing just when i am right and people use the old "disrespect" argument

3, Hindi, Marathi, English

girls

uhh no i am not

my hair i love them everyone says things about my hair but i love them

knowledge vibes i give, someone tells me- and that's all i ever wanted

anyone i know tbh, my mutuals, my friends, my discord friends

ahhh no i wouldn't but i wish i was born 20 years earlier

bleh bloo, neither like nor dislike

i don't know if i have one

i don't know, haven't had physical contact in a long long long time in a galaxy far far away

the above point stands but i would like to ig

anything i write, 3 hours later, i instantly hate just idk why

anything i write

that i am normal no i am not and i am not okay hahahahaha

65-70 ish people

somewhere around-

many many many don't ask please but okay if you do ask

somewhat

uhhhhh idr exactly but i won't tell in public duh uh

mediummm hairrrr

last year lockdown i became harry potter

i don't know buddy i seriously don't know

yep i do cause knowledge i like knowledge

naaah never tried

no i definitely cannot stand on my hands or my head for more than 30 seconds

yep, im pretty sure i answered most of them correctly-

og link-

#personal #ask #tumblr

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forever-more-never-again · 5 years ago

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Thaw (A Request)

Requested: Anonymous

Word Count: 2375

Pairing: Natasha X Reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood, murder, fighting

Request: Could you do a Natasha x mutant reader where the reader has frost powers and she can control ice/snow/temperature? Maybe the reader starts off as a villain and gets arrested, then the avengers find out about her powers and send Natasha to recruit her? Thx luv

A/n: Didn’t specify a happy ending so ahahahaha....I may have made this a little angsty.... hahaha don’t hurt me, enjoy

Masterlist

Time seemed to stand still as you ran through the siberian forest.

The snow was pristine and the lack of any animals made it seem like you were running through molasses.

The scenery never changing.

Of course you didn’t feel the biting cold, you couldn’t feel the freezing snow under your bare feet, or the ice cold air drawn into your lungs.

Perks of being a mutant with ice abilities. You never got cold. Never felt cold. It was like you were immune to the one thing that made you a freak to normal people.

The reason you were currently on the run.

“Find them! Now! We can't let those documents fall into the wrong hands!”

The stern, bellowing voice broke through your reverie and you picked up your pace. The files in your hands tucked against your chest.

You had been paid top dollar to steal confidential files from an Avenger sanctioned Blacksite.

You didn’t know what was in the files, you didn’t need to know.

To survive in a world that had only looked down on you, had been cruel and unjust, you did what you had to to survive. Which was how you found a group of mutants in America that used their abilities to be sold to the highest bidder to survive.

It didn’t matter who bought your service. Be it government, villains, civilians, as long as they followed the guidelines used by the group.

No real names. No contact except through a secure site. Payment up front. And complete discretion from both sides.

You had survived breaking a prisoner of war out from camps in the middle east, stealing a priceless artifact from high security museums. You had even gathered evidence on the occasional cheating spouse.

This was the first, and you thought grimly, last time you would take a request to steal something from the Avengers or SHIELD.

When you dropped off the files, you would make sure to pass the info to any customers.

Because being chased by Captain America and Iron Man was not something you ever wanted to experience again.

“Got visuals on them...Holy Shit Cap’ it’s the Mercenary FrostBite!”

You growled low in your throat. Shit.

“Turn yourself in FrostBite! This doesn’t have to get messy!” Iron Man’s electronic voice boomed through the sky.

Turning quickly, without losing momentum, running backwards, you smirked up at the suit flying after you.

“How about no!” You shouted up at him before gulping in a breath of air and releasing it in a slow stream.

Before he could dodge, Iron Man’s entire suit was coated in ice and he fell like a brick out of the sky.

“Tony!”

Looking down, you saw Captain America sprinting towards me, gaze burning with determination.

You winked at him and blew a kiss, which brought up a huge wall of thick ice. And caused a flurry of snowflakes to block his line of sight.

Giving you just enough time to jump into the portal of one of the other Mutants and disappear back to the base in New Jersey.

“Woah. [Y/n], you look like hell. What happened?” The portal wielder, some young guy named Amuk, asked before shaking his head, “Never mind. I don’t care. Just get to the drop off site so you can go on your next mission.”

You huffed. You had just gotten chased by some of the Avengers. But that was the way it was around here. Everyone for themselves. No one was friends. If you died, no one cared. It was just a way to get money and survive.

You had a day before you had to drop the file off at the designated drop off site. And now you were curious.

What was so important in these files that someone paid for you to get them out of a blacksite used by the Avengers?

You tried to never look into what you were paid to steal, but this had your attention now, and the more you tried not to think about it, the more it called to you.

Finally you couldn’t take it anymore, and in the safety of your room, which was really just a hollowed out hole in the side of the abandoned subway station where the group lived, you flipped open the file.

A picture was the first thing to meet your curious gaze.

It showed a cell with the walls covered in plans and diagrams.

You were interested in them as they seemed to depict doomsday devices like bombs, pathogens, and different ways to take out high powered world leaders and officials.

The next page showed a picture of the guy who you believed was responsible for the frantic words scribbled along the diagrams.

A disgraced Hydra scientist. Adal Herscher. Seems like SHIELD had captured him during a raid on a Hydra bunker several years back and now Hydra wanted him back.

Your skin crawled. The money that sat innocently in your backpack now seemed menacing. Blood money.

Inner Ward you were wondering why this bothered you now. You never cared who bought your services before.

Then another side of you piped up saying you never knew who bought your services before so you never had to worry but now that you knew it was Hydra…

Now though, you wanted to destroy this file and get rid of the money you had from the organization.

You knew all about Hydra and you knew what they did to Mutants. How could you be sure that they wouldn’t come after you?

Even though you were anonymous, everyone who used the group knew that it was run and provided by Mutants. Particularly, mutants that had nowhere else to go. No one to miss them if they went missing.

And then you got to the page that showed who caught him. Natasha Romanoff. The Black Widow.

You were embarrassed to admit you felt your cheeks warm as you stared at her picture.

She was so strong and beautiful and deadly.

“Oi! [Y/n]! Just received a transmission. Whoever asked for that item you acquired wants it at the drop site today instead. Top Priority, they’re willing to give another five hundred grand for it.”

Startled, you slam the file shut and look up at Amuk. He just raised a disinterested eyebrow and waved a hand, opening a portal to where the drop site was.

For the first time in the five years since you had joined this group, you hesitated.

Drawing a deep breath, you stepped through the portal. And immediately regretted it. The sun blazed down on you. Causing you to drop your temperature to stay cool, but also taking a lot more energy from you to do so in the presence of such intense heat.

Looking around, you saw that the drop site was apparently outside the Colosseum in Rome. Great. You knew the client had said the drop site was an underground arena, but you had thought they meant like an underground boxing ring. Not a literal underground arena.

A bunch of tourists were giving you strange looks as the portal closed behind you.

You were still dressed in the outfit from Siberia which consisted of bare feet, black spandex and a plain tshirt.

Minimum protection, but it allowed you to use your mutation to its max capacity.

You held the file close to your chest, avoiding the weird looks you were getting as you walked to the ticket line and flashed your most innocent smile.

“Hello. There should be a ticket on hold for me. Under S.S. Dereks.” The woman behind the counter clicked a few times on her computer and smiled back at you.

“Yes. Here you are. Looks like you have a pass to tour the construction that is happening to the underground area of the Colosseum, so if you follow that path,” She pointed you in the direction away from the rest of the tourists, “You’ll see the security. Just show them your ticket and you’ll be good to go!”

You thanked the woman and followed her directions, ignoring the uneasiness that came from being underground.

The security guards gave me no trouble, but I eyed the stun guns they had on their belts.

The underground arena was quiet, and a lot cooler than it had been up top. There were boards of wood and power saws and tools scattered everywhere. Tarp covering areas, and signs marking certain historical stones and areas that weren’t to be touched.

You found a small insignificant toolbox off to the side and opened it up. Inside was the extra five hundred grand promised and you took it out and replaced it with the folder.

“I’m so sorry. I hate that I’m doing this. But I need to survive.” You didn’t know who you were apologizing too, or why you were talking out loud to yourself. But it didn’t help ease the small amount of guilt you felt as you closed the toolbox and began walking back out.\

That was when you felt it. The sensation of being watched. Not giving away that anything was wrong. You began forming icicles over your fingers.

And with one quick twist, you released the sharp claws up towards where you thought the person was.

There was a dim sound of the ice hitting stone, but no one cried out and nobody dropped from the rafters.

“Hmm…” You eyed the dark area suspiciously for a moment, before turning around, and immediately jumping back.

In front of you stood Natasha Romanoff. Black Widow, in her SHIELD outfit and glaring at you.

Snow blew in her face as you threw your hands up and let ice grow on your fingers again in preparation to strike.

But she didn’t charge. She didn’t settle into a fighting stance.

So you took the incentive to start the banter before the inevitable fight, “How did you find out about this?”

Black Widow shook her head, her gaze softening, “[Y/n] [Y/l/n], alias FrostBite. Mutant Gene carrier that gave ice and snow abilities. Abandoned and ran away from foster homes before seeming to disappear off the map. Joined a Mutant group in New Jersey that sells out their services to the highest bidder. Wether that be murder, arson, stealing, or otherwise. But you, you’ve never killed. The most you have done in the past five years is steal and spy.”

Your eyes were blown wide as she recited your history to you. How did she know all that?

“What do you want with me!?” A growl and snarl ripped from your throat as you raised your hands, the ice on your nails growing to a sharp point, ready to fire at a single moment.

Natasha cocked her head, you tensed, “You stole a file. Did you read it?”

Your eyes swept over to the toolbox quickly, but not fast enough that Natasha didn’t see it.

“We know Hydra wants that file. That they want that scientist back from the black site you stole it from. Why steal for them? You know what they do…”

You felt heat sting your eyes and silently cursed at yourself telling yourself not to cry. You would not show weakness.

“You remember what it’s like, don’t you Natalia Alianovna!” You spat her name, enjoying her mild look of surprise, “Yeah, I know who you are. You should know what it’s like for us who don’t fit into society's perfect little mold. You do what you have to to survive. To live another day. To hope that one day it will get better. I do what I do to survive. You seem to have forgotten what that was like ever since you became oh so popular Black Widow.”

Natasha’s shoulders dropped the longer you spoke. Your voice was growing in volume until you were nearly shouting. And then, with horror, you realized you were crying.

The tears were hot against your cheeks as they fell to the dusty floor.

“Then let me help you. Let me use the power I have now to give you a better future than the one you have right now.”

Her words were so soft. So warm. You wanted nothing more than to agree, to take the hand she held out to you and let her take you away. But you knew that the future was not going to happen.

“Your promises are empty Natasha Romanoff. Empty and cold just like my heart. I have done things you will never find out, things that haunt my nightmares. You can’t save me. No one can.”

A sob heaved through you, causing the ice on your fingers to melt off.

A soft hand on your cheek had you jerking and then you were swimming in emerald green.

“You can choose to be good. You can choose to help instead of hurt. If I can be redeemed, so can you.”

In a sudden decision that you would most probably later regret, you surged forward and captured Natasha’s lips with yours.

The salt from your tears mingled with the heady aroma of cherries and the taste of vanilla on her tongue.

It was everything you dreamed and more.

Just as suddenly, you tore away from her with a gasp, stumbling out of her reach.

She stared at you with wide eyes, one hand reaching up to touch her lips.

“Take the file. Once I knew it was Hydra that hired me, I didn’t want to complete the mission. Take it and never come after me again. Or I will fight you. Goodbye...Natasha.”

And before she could recover you ran.

You ran with your tears streaming down your face.

Regretting leaving her behind already.

But you knew nothing good could come of you going with Black Widow.

She didn’t know. No One knew. You had been the one...all those years ago...that had murdered your parents when they tried to beat you. You had been the one...that had shot and killed a witness...by shooting through Natasha’s abdomen.

Your crush would go unrequited, but, as you jumped through the portal, you touched your lips, remembering the taste of her, at least you got something to remember her by during the lonely cold nights.

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saultnpeppah · 4 years ago

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Day 6: Bachelor(ette) Party

Sorry for the delay. Day 6: Bachelor(ette) Party

December 19. Wayne Manor. 06:11 EST

Diana

The decorations that are hanging within the manor make me smile as I hop down the stairs, pulling a sweatshirt on as I make my way to the front door, where someone is pounding on the heavy piece of wood loudly. I know who is on the other end, and I am happy to see they are early for once, but part of me can't help be frustrated that they interrupted the only morning I've had with Bruce in two weeks.

The wedding is in two weeks and the stress has finally started to catch up as both Bruce and I try our best to finalize the small details. The florist, the band, and the catering are all booked and ready. The dress has been done and is hanging in Alfred's closet away from Bruce's prying eyes, and Donna has assured me a few of her friends here in Gotham will get both the conservatory, where our ceremony will be held, and the ballroom, decorated for the wedding.

The manor has been in Bruce's family for generations, it only made sense to get married here. But instead of the outdoor wedding both his parents and grandparents had, we decided to remain indoors, knowing the cold snowy days of winter would not make our guests comfortable. It was the easiest decision we made.

The only thing that we need to do is tradition, but with all the stress and the wedding only a week after Christmas, it is one I can go without: my Bachelorette party. Donna, and the rest of my bridesmaids, however, did not feel the same, telling me a girl's night out would help relieve some of the stress this wedding was causing. I had only agreed after they promised we wouldn't be doing anything too crazy, seeing as though Christmas was next week and the wedding was a week later.

The knocking continues as I step off the last step, sliding toward the front door, before glancing out of the peephole. My hand grips the door handle and I yank it open, whispering, "You don't need to be that loud."

Donna only giggles and shakes her head, pushing me aside to gain access to the warmth that fills the manor. "It's not like you have neighbors," she says sarcastically.

I only shake my head, watching as Donna removes her coat and hangs it up beside the door, before I turn to watch the other two women step out of the car. Lois closes the driver's side door of her car and tightens her scarf, pulling it up over her nose for the short trek to the open manor door. Beside her is Shayera who, having spent years on the sunny west coast, shivers under her thick jacket. She pulls the hat atop her head further over her ears, trying to warm them, as she rushes past Lois into the manor and out of the cold.

Lois shakes her head, chuckling at the redhead, before she steps inside, moving aside to let me close the door behind her. "Poor woman can't handle the cold," Lois says, pulling the scarf from her mouth, letting it hang loosely around her neck as she pulls off her coat and sets it beside Donna's, who has quickly made her way into the kitchen with Shayera, both needing something to eat to distract from being up this early.

I nod and chuckle. I will never understand why someone who hates the cold as much as Shayera decided to go to college in the east coast where the snow was plentiful and the wind chilled your bones to the point you felt they could snap. "She'll live," I say with a smirk.

Lois chuckles and pulls her phone from her back pocket, checking the time. Alfred steps out from the door leading to the kitchen, a duffle bag in his hands, a smirk on his face. He hands the bag to Lois, who accepts it with a nod and thanks him, watching as he turns on his heel and walks back into the room, most likely shooing Donna and Shayera from the kitchen as they rush out of the room moments after he disappears behind the door.

"What's that?" I ask curiously, although I already know the answer. Although Donna is my maid of honor, Lois has been helping her plan long distance, and none of the four, Charlie included, have told me what they had planned for tonight.

I've tried to pester Charlie at work, trying to get her to spill even the smallest of details, but it was to no avail. Every time Charlie got a text or a call from Lois or Donna she would smirk at me, silently torturing me; I am saddened that she will not be there, but her wife, Laura, has just had a baby, and even though it's been a few weeks, baby Aria had a troubling entrance into the world, so I don't hold it against her. She needs to be home with her wife and daughter, and in all honesty, I'd rather be at her home snuggling that little bundle than doing whatever crazy idea the girls have thought up.

"It's your bag," Lois says with a shrug. "And you will get it when we get to our destination, so you don't know where we're going."

I scoff and shake my head, glancing down at the sweats and sweatshirt that is covering a thin tank top I wear, raising an eyebrow as I pull my hair up into a messy bun. "Can I at least go change?" I ask.

Lois nods. "Yes, but no funny business with Bruce," she warns, "we're going to be late if the two of you can't keep your hands off each other."

Shayera giggles but Donna gags, not wanting to know her sister has a very active sex life. That's probably for the best. "I'll try," I say with a smirk. I begin to bound up the stairs, stopping at the top of the staircase to ask over my shoulder, "What am I supposed to wear?" trying to get one last hint to where we're going.

Shayera shakes her finger, shaming me for my attempt at more information, and says, "Just throw on a tshirt and jeans, Prince." I only nod, watch as Shayera smirks, and jog down the hall to my bedroom. "Don't make me come up there," she calls from downstairs.

I fling the door to the room open to see Bruce step out of the bathroom, wiping a towel over his freshly shaven face. "I assume they're here to kidnap you," he asks, watching as I pull the sweatshirt and tank off at once, leaving the top half of my body bare.

"Yes," is all I say, quickly pulling articles of clothing out from the dresser in the corner of the room. I pull on the clothing, a squeal escaping my lips when I feel Bruce's arms wrap around my waist and pull me up against him, his hand sneaking under the shirt I have just pulled on. "Lois is going to kill you if you make me late," I say, although part of me wants him to risk it. It's been weeks since Bruce and I have had a day off together, and I want nothing more than to shoo the girls away and stay locked up in this room.

"I'm not scared of her," he says in a whisper against my neck and I chuckle.

"You should be," I say, pulling my sweats down and discarding them alongside the other articles of clothing I threw on in my rush to answer the door. "But Shayera is also down there."

Bruce hesitates, freezing his movements that have his hands working circles along my hip. He is all too familiar with Shayera's tactics, after having been the receiver of a punch to the gut our freshman year of college. He now knows better than to test her and her patience. "Fine," he says with a sigh. He places a kiss on the back of my neck, watching as my breath hitches in the back of my throat, before he lets out a raspy laugh of his own. "Go. Have fun," he says, sending me off on his well wishes as he crawls back into bed, wanting to get another few minutes of sleep after the late night we had.

I pull on a pair of jeans and finish my outfit off with a pair of boots, before I lean over and kiss him one last time. With that, I rush out of the room, careful to grab my phone and my purse on the way out, and join the three women downstairs, still cautious about what these three have planned.

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December 19. Gotham Rec Center. 12:12 EST

Bruce

"That's game!"

Clark releases his hold on the rim of the basketball hoop, landing on the hardwood floor with a small thud, as Oliver struts up to him and pats his shoulder, beaming with pride. "I believe we won," Oliver says with a grin, giving a high five to Clark and his other teammate, Wally West.

My partner, John Stewart, only shakes his head and curses under his breath. He is not a fan of losing, neither am I. "That's only because you have an extra player," he points out, pointing to Wally, who only raises his hand in surrender, unsure of how he got roped into the game in the first place.

Having met Wally two years prior at a convention in Central City, I was at first put off by his irrepressible personality. He could talk for hours and still not get the point across, and I would find myself toning him out, responding with a nod here and there only to not seem disinterested in what he was saying. But after a day or two, I was won over by his knowledge of forensic anthropology and science, soon creating a friendship over our quick witted banter and thirst for knowledge. Wally was the youngest of the group, a younger brother of sorts, but I knew I wanted him to be part of my wedding as soon as Diana had accepted my proposal. And Diana loved him. She found him cute and his antics were endearing.

Like Wally, I hadn't known John for more than a year or so, having met at one of the military bases I was touring, looking for ways to help the Marine Corps incorporate new technology WayneTech had been working on. At first John was very skeptical of me, so he had told me, but after working closely together for a few months, he warmed up and we were able to form a friendship, finding the time to play a game of basketball every other week.

"Yeah, yeah," Ollie says, brushing off John's comment. He tucks the basketball under his arm and walks to the bench, where we have stashed our water bottles, phones, and keys, picks up his water bottle, and chugs its contents. "Considering West here spent half the game running after the ball instead of actually playing, I think we were pretty well matched."

He flashes Wally a smirk and a wink, hearing the younger man scoff at his comment, before he lifts the end of his tshirt and wipes the sweat from his brow. I've known Ollie nearly all my life. Our fathers used to do business with each other, and as much as I consider Clark to be my best friend, Ollie is the only one who knows the stress of running a company with a reputation like Wayne Enterprises or Queens Consolidated; if only he were a bit more responsible and didn't threaten the future of his company playing stupid games, something I've warned him against multiple times.

"Well I'm starving," I finally say in an attempt to keep the peace. "How about we go get some lunch, and then you can all tell me what we're doing?"

Everyone nods their head in unison and we all grab our items, before we head to the locker room and change into our clothes, stuffing our dirt and sweat filled gym attire into very worn out duffle bags. When we finally walk out of the rec center and back into the cold air Christmas in Gotham brings, I can't help but chuckle when I see poor Oliver shivering in his jacket, as we make our way to where Alfred waits with a limo. They don't get weather like this in California. We quickly make our way inside, each greeting Alfred as we get seated, before the Englishman starts the vehicle and takes off to a prediscloused location - one that I was not involved in planning.

"So what are we doing tonight?" I ask casually, trying to gain some information on the bachelor party that the four have kept quiet the last month and a half.

I am starting to worry they forgot to plan something and are hoping I will be their source of entertainment here in the city, but when Oliver says, "We're getting out of this negative two thousand degree weather," I know I'm in for a long weekend.

I never agreed to go anywhere. I didn't tell Diana I would be leaving the city, and the more I think about it, I haven't heard from her all morning. Whatever her bridesmaids dragged her into, I only hope she has fun, and doesn't get into too much trouble. "What do you mean?" I ask, flipping through the unread emails on my phone.

Oliver doesn't answer. Instead he throws a sly smile toward Clark, who sits there, chewing a piece of gum, trying to keep himself from spilling the secret before the big reveal. I know I'm not going to get anymore information out of Oliver and Clark, John is as much of a fortress with information as Lois, and Wally is too afraid of the rest of the guys to say anything, so I am out of luck and stay quiet, trying to enjoy the ride.

By the time I am done clearing out my inbox, the limo stops and Alfred opens the back door, where we all crawl out and onto a runway, where my private jet is waiting. "No," I say, shaking my head profusely at Oliver, who has the biggest grin on his face that could mean nothing but trouble. "I don't even have anything packed."

"I took the liberty of packing your bag for you, Master Wayne," Alfred says with a grin, pulling a suitcase from the trunk of the vehicle. He places it on the floor before he reaches in and pulls out everyone else's bags and I realize I've been tricked. So much for a quiet Bachelor party.

"You sneak," I accuse Alfred, who only shrugs his shoulders, promising to watch the manor for the weekend, before he gets into the driver's seat and takes off, leaving me stranded on the runway with the four men who each have devious grins on their faces. "I haven't even showered," I say, realizing that skipping the shower at the rec center, thinking I was going to be able to get a quick lunch and go home, was a mistake.

Clark shrugs his shoulder, bends down, and picks up three of the bags. "Shower on the plane," he says as he walks toward the plane, leaving me to shake my head, wondering how I got such sneaky friends.

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December 19. O'ahu, Hawaii. 16:03 HST

Diana

"I can't believe you brought me to the other side of the country," I say, my head still spinning from the flight that landed three hours ago. When Lois had driven to the airport, I figured we were headed to Atlantic City or New York. The furthest west I thought we would go was Vegas, but when I saw the destination on the ticket Lois tried to keep from me, I just about fainted.

Bruce had no idea where I was. As far as he knew, we were still nearby, having a girl's night at Lois' apartment, eating junk food and sipping margaritas. And while the margaritas were definitely a plenty, I had not expected to be sitting in a bikini by the beach while having my second drink of the night.

"Shut up and drink your margarita," Shayera says with a smirk as she and Donna come back to our table, dressed in their own beach attire, drinks in hand.

"She's right," Lois says, "besides, would you have come if we told you where we were taking you?" I only shake my head. "That's what I thought. By the way, Charlie wishes she could be here."

I let out a sigh. I wish my friend could have been here too, but she was with her wife and new daughter, and I couldn't fault her for that. Little Aria had definitely had an interesting birth story, scaring everyone that was anxiously awaiting her arrival, but now that all three were home and doing well, all that didn't matter. Still, Charlie was anxious about leaving the two of them a few weeks after her daughter's birth, not wanting to risk things. Now that I know we have traveled across the country, I understand her hesitation, and I send a quick text to let her know I miss her and can't wait to see that baby's sweet little face again.

Shayera takes a seat across from me and lets out a content sigh as she sips the drink in her hand, before she hands another glass to Donna, causing my eyebrow to raise. "What's that?" I ask, watching as Donna takes a sip and grins.

"Um, a margarita," she says with a shrug, unphased by the concern in my voice.

"Virgin?" I ask, tilting my head as I stare at my sister.

She contemplates her answer, before she shakes her head with a chuckle. "Of course not," she says, taking another sip.

I place my own cup on the table in front of me and snatch the glass from her hand, shaking my finger as she tries to protest. "Na uh," I say, "Drinking age is 21." I glance up at Shayera and furrow my brows. "How did you even get this anyway?"

Shayera chuckles and takes a large sip of her beverage, shrugs, and says, "That bartender was too busy flirting with her to realize she never got carded." After a pause she adds, "He also didn't charge me for the second drink, so I guess that's a win."

"Come on, Di," Donna begins, "Drinking age is eighteen at home."

I only shake my head once more. "We're not at home," I say, "And I don't feel like getting arrested for providing alcohol to a minor two weeks before my wedding."

Donna pouts, saddened by my newest rule, and Shayera tries to hide her playful scoff. "As I recall, you drank a lot heavier stuff than margaritas our freshman year, Diana," she says, stopping only when I kick her shin from under the table.

I know Shayera is right. I know I am a hypocrite for keeping Donna from drinking, even though I know she can handle her liquor better than half the people here, but while she is away from home, I am in charge of her well being, and I would hate for anything to happen to her, especially while we are away from Gotham. She's my sister, and if I have to be a little over protective of her, so be it.

Donna lets out a sigh, agitated that I did not let up, and pushes her chair back. "Fine," she says, standing from her seat. "I'll be right back." She walks back to the bar and I notice the bartender Shayera had mentioned before light up when he sees her, a smile on his face as his eyes fixate on Donna's, slowly listening to everything she orders.

"You've become a hard ass," Shayera says with a smirk, to which I roll my eyes and chuckle, knowing she understands where I am coming from.

I turn to face Lois and watch as she scans the room intently, her eyes roaming over every person in the room as she whispers something to herself. "You alright?" I find myself asking as I place a hand on her shoulder, pulling her attention away from a group of people at the opposite end of the bar.

Lois' eyes meet mine and she smiles, nods, and takes a sip of her drink. "I'm fine," she says, no further explanation given.

I nod, believing her, but I can't help but turn to scan the room myself. I have nearly completed a full sweep when I notice the group of people Lois had been staring at, my brows furrowing as I watch the men drink and laugh, each holding a beer as a few stare at the bikini clad women walking by, not a care in the world. When one of them turns, I shake my head and let out a scoff, before I rise from my seat and excuse myself from the table, intent on giving him a piece of my mind.

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December 19. O'ahu, Hawaii. 16:03 HST

Bruce

As we walk into the resort restaurant, I can't help but feel exhausted. An eleven hour flight was not something I had been planning this afternoon. If I had known this, I would have begged Diana to let me sleep instead of kissing her well into the morning - actually that is a lie, as I would always choose sleep deprivation over the deprivation of her lips on mine. The thought sends a flutter to my heart and I have to shake my head clear so that I can concentrate on not falling asleep as I walk.

The flight over was fairly monotonous. We had each taken showers in the bathroom at the rear of the plane, after which I claimed the bed in order to get one or two hours of shut eye while the others fended for themselves; Never had I been more grateful to have had my own private jet than I did today.

When we had landed, Oliver made sure we had a car waiting to take us to the resort, where we checked in, went to the suite to dump our luggage, and came downstairs to grab a drink, all in record time. And while at first I was convinced this was going to be a bad idea, where I would barely get to enjoy my time here and be exhausted a majority of the weekend, the more I thought about it, the more I realized this was a "Bruce Wayne" thing to do.

"How about a drink?" Oliver asks. Everyone nods their head, ready to start a weekend of relaxation, and he turns to me. "Bruce, come help me, will ya?"

I only nod and follow Ollie to the bar, watching as he tries to get the attention from the blonde bartender who is busy making a few extra drinks, her co worker on the other side of the bar, leaning against the counter as he flirts with another tourist. It takes a minute to finally gain her attention, and she comes over to take our order. "Hello gorgeous," Oliver says, giving the bartender a wink as he places his card on the bar. He runs a hand through his own blonde hair and tries his hand at seducing her without a word, but she doesn't fall for it and simply asks for us to repeat our order. Defeated, Ollie says, "Five of whatever you have on tap," watching as she nods and goes to grab our order.

I am unable to help the laugh that falls from my mouth as I watch Oliver sigh and drop his head, before he leans against the bar. Ever since he and Dinah ended things, yet another one of his stupid mistakes, he can't seem to get his groove back with women. It's a little disheartening to see someone who was as big of a playboy as I was, strike out with women, although as a man who is getting married in two weeks, I can no longer condone that behavior. I only wish he takes my advice and actually tries to reach out to Dinah once more.

The music shuffles and another song begins, providing some more up beat tempos to the couples dancing on a small dance floor. This place is small, but it is not boring, and as I continue to watch the people out on the beach, I decide I'm going to bring Diana hereafter we are married, as she will love it.

"Hey, Oliver," I say, turning my attention back to the man who is silently staring at a few surfers in the background. He turns to me. "Thank you," I say.

Oliver shakes his head. "No, thank Clark," he answers, "he was the one who set this whole thing up."

I applaud him for giving the credit to my best man, but I know for a fact Clark couldn't have paid for everything here. But Oliver knows what I meant, and only offers me a sly smile, pats me on the back, and says, "But think of this as a thank you. You saved me and the company back in February, and I can't thank you enough for that, Bruce."

Before I can respond, the blonde bartender comes back, a tray of beers in hand. Oliver hands her a credit card and tells her to keep a tab open, before he quickly grabs the tray and walks off to join the guys, myself not too far behind. When he makes it back to the three, Oliver begins to hand out beers, laughing at the last line of a joke Wally said that I just missed.

Clark makes a toast to the rest of the weekend, and to the wedding everyone can't stop talking about, before we indulge in our own little party, chatting about everything beside the wedding, because as much as I love the thought of marrying Diana in two weeks, I can't be stuck in another conversation about which flowers go best with lace. I'll leave that up to the bride and her friends.

"Now that is a beautiful woman," Wally says as he finishes his beer. He sets the glass down on to the table, turning his head to get a better look at the woman sporting a blue bikini, as she trots toward the water, surfboard in hand. Oliver nudges his arm and wiggles his eyebrows, before he whistles loudly, and I want nothing more than to hide my face, not wanting to draw more attention to myself as Oliver and the guys already have.

"Have some respect," Clark says as he takes another drink of his beverage and I am once again surprised at the will power this man has. Ever since he started dating Lois, he has yet to look at another woman in a manner that is anything other than professional. Although when you find the woman who you love more than anything, no other person will compare. I'm a testament to that.

I take another sip of my drink when I feel someone tap my shoulder. "Excuse me, sir," I hear from behind me, "care to dance?"

I place my drink on the table and turn, ready to let the woman behind me know I am unable to fulfill her request, but when I see who it is, my face lights up and my lips curl into a wide smile. "What are you doing here?" I ask in utter disbelief, surprised to see that my fiance so happens to be at the same resort me and my groomsmen are at currently.

Diana giggles as she leans in to my open arms. She kisses my cheek and I wrap my arms around her, the feeling of her body flush against mine sending chills down my spine. How has it only been a few hours since I've seen her and yet I feel like I'm going through withdrawals?

"Lois," she says, but she looks past me at Clark and narrows her eyes. "Although I suspect Clark and Lois conceived this idea together."

I glance over Diana's shoulder and notice Lois, Shayera, and Donna sitting at a table, enjoying what look like margaritas and laughing at something Donna has said. Our friends are sneaky people but they mean well, and I can't fault them for that.

"So," I begin, moving closer to Diana so I can whisper in her ear, "do you think they'd notice if we left for a bit?"

She ponders my question, a sly smile on her face as she realizes I want to continue what was interrupted this morning. "Let's go," she says as she takes my hand and pulls me away from the guys, maneuvering me through the crowd surrounding the bar, before pulling me out of the restaurant and onto the sand that covers the beach.

We walk across the sand, hand in hand, trying to find a spot where we can find complete privacy. Diana tells me of how she and the girls flew to Hawaii, Lois and Donna keeping her preoccupied until they boarded their last flight; only then did she know where they were headed. She tells me how she tried to call me the second she landed, wanting to let me know she wasn't going to be home tomorrow morning like she had originally thought, but I hadn't received her message because I had been on my own trek to the island. I tell her about my day, how after she left Clark and Oliver arrived at the manor, enjoyed a quick breakfast, and went about my day, not knowing I would be sleeping in a bed on the other side of the country that night.

"I can't believe Oliver is paying for all this," Diana says as we plop ourselves down onto the sand.

I stare out to the ocean, where the sunset has already begun to cast a beautiful array of red and orange over the water, and nod. "I know," I say, agreeing that he is taking this thanks a bit too far, but if he wants to splurge on me and my fiance, I'll happily let him do so.

It is quiet for a moment, the only sounds coming from the small waves crashing on the shore, and I am grateful to know the only other people on this side of the beach have found their ways home, giving Diana and I the privacy we so desperately crave. It isn't long before she finds herself in my lap, arms wrapped around my neck, as she kisses me fiercely. Without hesitation my hands find themselves around her waist, pulling her closer, wanting to feel her body against mine.

My hands caress her back, my fingertips dancing along her bare back as my right hand makes its way up into her hair. My fingers tangle into those dark locks I love and when I give it a small yank, she lets out a moan that ignites something inside of me. My lips kiss a trail from her lips to her neck, knowing what this does to her, a smirk on my face when I hear her breath hitch in the back of her throat.

"Bruce," she whispers, "we shouldn't be doing this here."

I nod as I place my lips over hers once more. I know she's right, but her in my arms feels so right, and I don't care where we are, I want her. I part my lips, knowing I need to respond, however the voices that come from a few feet away make me freeze in my tracks.

"I think they're over there," I hear. My heart races as I recognize the deep voice. It's John, and he and the shadowy figure he is with begin to run to where Diana and I sit.

"Diana," I whisper, "we have company."

She pulls away from me and looks over her shoulder just in time to see John and Shayera come running up, stopping when they realize the compromising position they have found us in.

"Woah, are we interrupting something?" Shayera asks with a smug smile. She crosses her arms over her chest, staring intently at Diana and I as John tries to look away, trying to avoid both Diana and I, and Shayera's bikini clad chest, which is right in his line of sight.

"Yes," Diana says, letting out a sigh as she stands and fixes the skirt she wears.

"Good," Shayera says. "It's only been a few hours and you can't keep your hands off each other."

I stand from the sand and brush off my shorts and shrug. "Can you blame me," I ask honestly. Shayera glances at Diana, pondering my question, and nods to herself with a sigh, before she shakes her head and waves away her private thoughts. "Beside, you guys are the ones who brought us to the same resort."

John sighs. "I told Clark that was a bad idea. Now they're going to try to sneak off every chance they can."

Diana glances at me and winks, before she lifts her hand and uses a finger to cross an x over her heart. "I promise. We'll stay away from each other until we all go home."

Shayera doesn't seem to accept Diana's response, but she soon shrugs her shoulders and lets it go. Diana turns to give me one last kiss, smiling as she looks into my eyes, before she turns and follows Shayera back down to the restaurant and resort.

John, who has been staring at Shayera, clears his throat and turns to me. "Oliver says we have plans," he says. I nod and we walk back to the restaurant, where the other three guys are waiting, ready for a night of partying and drinking, and although all I want is to still be wrapped in Diana's arms, I know that'll come in time. Two more weeks, Bruce. Two more weeks until I get to marry her.

I realize nothing too exciting happened here, but this was the one I was unsure of. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it!

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keepingupwithfundies · 4 years ago

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CO 1110: From Snow to Sand

The Vuolos host friends, and take them from snow to sand in one weekend. Joe and Ben host a Dad-chelor Party for John. Joy & Austin share exciting news with their family.

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Minor Miscarriage TW: Mentions of Miscarriage at the end of the episode, as Joy announces her pregnancy and hosts a gender reveal.

In LA, the Vuolos' friends James and Seung Hye are in town. They've been friends for a while, and have been on the show before. James photographed Jeremy's proposal to Jinger, and came to visit in Laredo and are now visiting LA. Seung Hye says California is so warm and nice, and asks how they're settling in. Jinger says it feels like home, and they are excited to snow their friends around. Jeremy says LA is one of the few areas of the country where you can quickly go from snow to sand, and that is the plan for the weekend. Everyone is excited for this plan.

Joe and Ben are throwing John a Dad-chelor Party- a play on "Bachelor party" for someone about to have a child. But Gracie came early, but they've decided to go ahead with the party anyway. Ben says it will be fun to have some guy time and celebrate with John. They're gonna do the "ultimate man food" steaks, and lots of games-diaper basketball. Spurgeon asks if he can go, and Ben says yes. They head to go shopping. First, they go to the butcher shop and the grocery store. They go to Jer & Jed's place, and Ben wets diapers in the sink. The guys arrive from the Duggar house- and Ben and joe have gotten funny tshirts for everyone- uncle shirts for the younger guys. Spurgeon says James is his favorite uncle, because he fixes stuff when it's broken. Austin's shirt says "I Make Cut Babies" and Josiah's says "Ask Me About My Dad Jokes." In talking heads, they tell dad jokes.

Back in California, the friends arrive at the mountains of Big Bear Lake. It's a bit warm, but there is snow. Another friend, Madison, watches Felicity while everyone else heads up the mountain. Everyone is excited for tubing, and they have fun heading down the mountain. Jeremy teases James for wearing a Team USA Olympic jacket, but James did a photoshoot for figure staking Olympians. After tubing, they head to the alpine slide- you ride on a little sled, and you can control your speed as you go. The Vuolos both head out and go fast- but Jinger uses her break a little, so Jeremy wins. James and Seung Hye go next, and James goes quickly as well. Seung Hye uses a heavy hand on her break and moves more slowly. Everyone teases her, and she makes it to the end of the hill. Everyone had a fun day, and they are excited to go to the beach tomorrow.

Back in Arkansas, John arrives at his Dad-chelor Party. John says they have been doing well since Gracie arrived, and they've been laying low and staying home so much. Ben sets everyone up to play diaper basketball-it's best of 5. Everyone has fun shooting and making jokes, and it ends up in a tie of John, Jer, Ben, Justin and Josiah with 3 each. They have them step back and go again. Justin ends up winning the tiebreaker. Next up, the steaks are served without any sides. As they eat, they talk about Gracie- and John says Abbie does most of the late nights to feed Gracie. In a Talking Head, Abbie says if she woke up him, he would do anything she needed. Joe says he doesn't wake up, he's a heavy sleeper-and Austin says he's a light sleeper and wakes up Joy. Josiah, Austin and Ben recount their experiences with newborns, and Ben says Ivy is their easiest baby yet. John says Gracie relies on them for everything, and taking care of her is a privilege and an honor. Ben asks everyone to give encouragement to John, and says he is an encouragement to his family and he is excited for them. The other guys say they knew John would be a great dad because he was a great big brother, and they joke about the boys room. JB asks John what he misses about the boy's room, and John says "absolutely nothing," and everyone laughs. The other brothers talk about what a good person John is, and Austin talks about how he always also saw John as a role model: he's wise beyond his years, and Austin is looking forward to seeing him raise Austin. Ben says it is important for guys to affirm and encourage one another. John says the party was a lot of fun, and he really enjoyed it. JB says they should do this for every new grandbaby, and Justin jokes they'd be over every week.

Back in LA, the Vuolos and friends head to Venice beach for a picnic. Felicity is so cute, and she loves the beach and food. She is very social, Jeremy says, and she is talking a lot to James and Seung Hye. Felicity is also particular, and she doesn't like to have anything on her hands. Jeremy says it is nice to be in a place where they can do things like this, and they should be more intentional about planning days out. Jeremy says while Felicity means they have to include extra planning, it is cool to see her explore the world. James asks Jeremy if he's been in the Pacific, and Jeremy says no. Jeremy and James agree to plunge in after lunch. They talk about kites- and Jeremy says he doesn't remember flying a kite ever. Jinger says they flew kites all the time growing up, but she's never done it on the beach. There is no wind on Venice beach that day, so Jeremy sprints to get it up in the air- it doesn't last long. Felicity is not impressed with the kites at all. After running around with the kites, the guys are ready to plunge into the ocean-and they both run into the very cold pacific. It was freezing, but both guys are pleased with their dip. The Snow to Sand adventure was a big hit.

Joy and Austin are expecting, and they are excited to reveal the gender to their family. Joy says the pregnancy has been harder since time since their loss, but the whole family is thrilled for them. The family gathers up together outside, and Jessa says just about every gender reveal has been used up so far. Joy is having John fly over in a helicopter and drop confetti over the group. The helicopter approaches, and everyone is looking for the color. Everyone guesses blue or pink, and Joy is so excited as the helicopter comes closer. Pink confetti rains down on them, and everyone celebrates. Michelle is surprised it is another granddaughter-and everyone is excited for another little girl. This baby means it will officially be 9 boys and 9 girl Grandduggars. Everyone is excited, and this reveal was over the top. Joy says it has been a tough road, but she is excited and thankful everything is ok.

#CO season 11 #recap #counting on #miscarriage mention

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reminiscences · 4 years ago

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another attempt at blogging

i started this tumblr a couple years ago at the same time kate did. i can’t remember why—i’m sure tumblr was in the news again for some reason. i guess it was before the great porn purge. i was talking about blogging again this week with my friend daniel, and i woke up this morning and he had sent me a blog he wrote on a new tumblr account early in the morning, so to continue my regression to the early 2010s, i too have rebooted tumblr, given it an era-appropriate name, and decided to give it another go.

the problem with having a newsletter is that i don’t think anyone wants to hear from me in their inbox daily, so i’ve become very precious about the things i write there. it feels like it has to really matter. i like blogs because they’re disposable and can be dumb and not your best writing. how many two-graf tumblr posts did i write in 2011 that were just thoughts i idly had during a statistics lecture? anyway, here’s the first blog, they won’t all be this long probably.

When I think about eventually looking back at this year I think about what I want to remember from it. I will remember the first week of March. I’ll remember the last birthday party I attended in person at Branch Ofc, a perfectly serviceable Crown Heights bar that was very full of people. I’ll think about that night and how I showed up to the party with a Ziplock full of homemade salted chocolate chip cookies in my purse, how I shared them with a table where the birthday-haver and their friends sat. Breathing in the same air as the four dozen other people crammed into the bar. I can’t imagine it now. I like Branch Ofc because it is unpretentious without pretending to be a dive, unlike Sharlene’s, which tries too hard to mimic the aesthetic trappings of an authentic dive bar but is really just a normal Park Slope bar. Branch Ofc is just a bar where you can buy drinks, and it was an eight-minute walk from my old apartment. It used to be a bar with a photobooth and Big Buck Hunter but I think both of those are gone now.

For a few days in March, it felt like people were preparing for a snow day. Everyone was slightly more on edge than giddy—but only slightly. “WFH but make it a coffeeshop” I saw on someone’s Instagram story, a selfie with four of their friends coworking somewhere in Bushwick, completely nullifying the point of a work-from-home edict. I ran into my friend Maddie at the renovated Key Food on Nostrand the next week. Maddie, her roommate and I were in the aisle with the Pop Tarts and the Oreos. “I feel like I should get those?” we asked each other, pointing at junk food. I wasn’t wearing a mask or gloves; nobody was. Some guy wearing a Cornell University Sigma Chi tshirt walked by us with the largest bag of dried beans I’ve ever seen in my life slung over his shoulder. That was a man who had never soaked dried beans in his life. I wonder if he ever ate the beans. We were a bunch of idiot 20-somethings blindly grabbing for cans of soup and Fritos for the end of the world. What were any of us doing there? Why was it imperative that day that I make and freeze a lasagna? Maddie’s roommate had fresh lasagna noodles from Eataly she wasn’t going to use before she left for her parents’ house, and she said I could have those. She brought them over for me and I idly wondered if you could get Coronavirus from someone else’s fresh pasta noodles or if the heat of the oven would kill the germs. I made my lasagna.

I’ll think about how March-to-May is just one long gray blurry streak in my head. I baked, I got into running, I said “running with a mask? No thank you, no more running for me,” I got a job, I felt bad about getting a job when everyone I knew in journalism was getting laid off. I did a lot of Zoom Zumba. At first I slept terribly, and then I started sleeping too much, and then I stopped sleeping again at some point during that stretch. There was a novelty to suddenly being inside all the time that made it feel like an excuse to get “really into martinis.” I got really into martinis. Then I stopped drinking for a couple months. Remember “Zoom happy hours”?

The thing I use most as a means of setting apart different eras in my head is the music I used as a soundtrack at the time. I rang in the 2014 new year in my cute apartment on Westcott Street in Syracuse with my college boyfriend, drunk and blaring Cold Cave, before we walked down the street to Alto Cinco and got Mexican food and passed out. It was my senior year and I only had a few more months of living like this and I loved the small life I’d built for myself there. Of course, it couldn’t stay. When we broke up a year and a half later after he moved to New York, where I had been living for most of a year, I walked around the neighborhood near the Myrtle-Wyckoff stop, close to where we were living together, listening to Mitski’s 2014 album Bury Me At Makeout Creek. I sat in Maria Hernandez Park and watched a bunch of kids play Red Rover. I didn’t especially want to go home because I hadn’t taken an escape route into account when we broke up and somehow timed it out so that things ended after the first of the month, leaving me with three-and-a-half weeks of continuing to share an apartment with someone whose heart I had just broken. In retrospect it’s clear to me that I had just outgrown a relationship with someone five years older than me who hadn’t grown up at all, but I hear that Mitski album now and all I think about are the cold early April days of 2015 when no place and no person felt like home. There’s a line in First Love/Late Spring, by Mitski, where she sings “胸がはち切れそうで,” which translates to something like “My chest is about to burst (with grief).” My advice to recent college graduates moving to New York is to simply not do anything the way I did it.

So when I think about 2020, I do not want to associate any music I previously had fond memories of with this year. This is unfortunate because every musician I like who produces sad music has nothing but time on their hands now and they’ve all come out with new songs and albums. My recently played selections on Spotify look like a cry for help: Phoebe Bridgers, Bright Eyes, even Tigers Jaw.

On Saturday I couldn’t sleep in. I woke up at 5:30 and watched the sun appear through my bedroom windows. I kept rolling over, trying to sleep again, but it was futile. Eventually I got up and got dressed, and left my apartment on foot. The walk into lower Manhattan is a few miles from my new place in Fort Greene. I walked west on Fulton, and then down Flatbush. It would have saved me ten minutes to take the Manhattan Bridge, but I’ve always regarded it as the ugliest of the bridges to cross on foot or on bike—last fall, I would walk home from Ben’s apartment over the Manhattan Bridge, and it was just so grey. You get an okay view of Dumbo, I guess, on the walk east, but it isn’t much to look at. When I got back to the Brooklyn side on those walks, I’d get on the A at High Street and take it back to Nostrand instead of walking the last couple miles.

So I chose the Brooklyn Bridge this time. It was as busy as you’d expect it to be in a non-pandemic event. Instagram boyfriends took pictures of their girlfriends, who took off their masks for a few seconds for the right shot. I saw a couple taking engagement pictures in front of the lower Manhattan skyline. It felt so normal, pedestrians and bicyclists squeezing past each other at the narrow points.

I was listening to Saint Cloud, the Waxahatchee album that came out a few months ago, turning it over and over in my brain like a rock you pick up at the beach and end up carrying with you on a long walk. The album, outwardly, has this gauzy blue-sky Americana vibe but when you listen to the lyrics of some of the songs it feels like peeling back layers of skin until you hit a raw nerve ending. Every song feels like a eulogy for this year. “You might mourn all that you wasted/That’s just part of the haul,” Katie Crutchfield sings on Ruby Falls. I got to the title track, which closes out the album, as I ascended the bridge. When you get baaaack on the M train, watch the cityyyyyy mutaaaaaaate, she sings. I guess she’s singing about New York. Is there another M train somewhere? I don’t know. I’m going to think about this stupid year whenever I listen to this album, I thought.

I got off the bridge at City Hall, surveyed the ongoing occupation movement there and the literal dozens of cops that had seemingly been deployed to stand there and, at best, do nothing. I walked down Centre Street, eventually winding through the little park by Baxter Street where two adults were playing ping pong, which felt like a socially distanced sport, all things considered. I walked down all those side streets in Chinatown as the sun struggled to break through the oppressive clouds. I walked by Nom Wah, past the salon Polly taught me will give you a very good $12 blowout, past that annoying bar where the bartenders are dressed like scientists, past the place where Kate and I got our auras read on her birthday in January, and ended up at Deluxe Green Bo. I ordered my spicy wontons in peanut sauce and ate them right there, the hot plastic container burning my knees as I sat on the sidewalk.

Afterwards I walked by all my favorite places—the skatepark under the bridge, Cervo’s, Beverly’s (RIP), Little Canal, Jajaja, the Hawa Smoothie near the East Broadway F. The skaters were hanging out in Dimes Square. Everything had changed but standing outside Kiki’s, it felt for a second like almost nothing had. It was almost a normal Saturday on Canal Street. The sky stayed electric blue until I got back to Brooklyn.

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rogertaylorislifestories · 4 years ago

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Hey Brother

After Brian comes from a tour after his illness you write him a song after years of hiding away, you meet Roger. But your Brian's sister that no one knows about...

"Brian May! Back early from tour after suffering an illness!" Was one of the many headlines in the paper. You sigh as you grab some more stuff from the shelf. "Hi Miss? can i get you autograph?" a little kid said as you knelt down. "What's your name?" you said as you looked at him. "Jimi!" he said as you sighned his shirt. "There you go kid." you said as you stood up. "What is someone like you doing here?" he said as you looked at him. "Can I have an aoutograph? I love Green Day!" Someone yelled as everyone looked at you. "Sure." you said as you put a smile on your face sighning everyones shirts and photos.

"Brian are you ok?" Roger asked as he walked into the hospital room where he was laying. "Yeah mate." he said as Roger looked to the present that was sitting on the seat next to his bed. "what is this?" Roger asked as Brian looked up. "It's a gift, but i dont know who from." Brian said weakly as he sat up.

Meanwhile you were in the airport with your Friend Billie. "So are we going to go to london, see your brother and come back in time for tour? Christ your crazy." Billie said as you touched his Blue hair. "Yes! but i dont think he will remember me." You said as you looked over to where Tre, and Mike were fighting over snacks. "Hey it wont be that bad." Billie said as you looked at the plane. "You just dont know, man i have had terrible experiances with planes." you said as you started walking. "Hey! come on." you said as you took your seat waiting for your dreaful flight.

Once you landed you saw that it was snowing. You saw that Billie was wearing his tshirt and pants, He is going to freeze. Tre is wearing a jacket and some shorts, legs are going to freeze. And Mike is just wearing a singlet and shorts for fucks sake.

You walked out of the airport and you took your glasses off. "wow not as cold as i thought. Come on." you said as you saw the boys freeze. (Imagine the scene from cool runnings when they land in Canada) "Come on dicks! let's go!" you said as you walked over to a cab. You see the boys run over to you as they get in as well. You told the driver to drive you to the hotel you were staying at before you would go to see your brother. When you walked into the hotel it reminded you of that time that you got into that fight with one of Brian's Friends.

flashback

You remember he had blonde hair and you were around 16 and Brian was 15. You walked up to him as you saw that he was Drunk and a blonde had his hands on his Jacket. "You fucking mad? hitting on my girl mate?" Brian said as he pushed to blonde. You walked over there as you pushed The blonde. "Y/n! no don't Roger isn't worth it!" Brian said but he got held back by his Friends. "You think you can hit on my brother's friend? what was your name Roger?" you said as you walked over to him. "Well yeah, she didnt want him anyway." He said as you looked at Brian who you saw a tear slip out of his eye.

"Fuck you." you said as you landed a punch on his face as it sent his flying to the floor. The person got up quickly and pounced on you punching you in the face. You back away as you land some more to his mouth as you see a cop car pull up. "Shit not again." you said as you looked at them. The blonde standing next to his friends holding the cut on his face. "Stand still! get your ass on the ground now!" The officer yelled as you knelt on the floor. First time Brian seeing you get arrested. "Get your hands behind your back and interlock your fingers!" the officer yelled as he walked up to you. "Man! what the fuck did i do?" you said as you looked at him. He walked over and handcuffed you.

"Get up." he said as he pulled you to the car. "This shit aint over!" you yelled as you got thrown into the car. You got into the station and you had to go to court. You got around five months for assault. You sat in your cell as you see them dragging another person down the corridor. You look out from where you are sitting on the floor to see a person with blue hair getting pulled back to where you were sitting. You saw your cell door open as he was thrown in here. "What are you in here for?" you said as you looked at him. "Drink driving, i think or getting into a fight i dont know." he said as he looked at you. "what about you?" he said as you looked at him. "Protecting my brother. sucker punched some guy and got thrown in here four five months." you said as you looked at him. "Wow." he said as you laughed.

"Never go into the shower at the end, and never use too much toilet paper becasue it blocks the toilet." you said as the person known as Billie looks up at you. "What do you do for a living?" he said as you looked up. "Playing guitar, was in a band, they kicked me out found someone new and i got drunk too many nights." you said as you saw an officer walk up to your area. "Y/n phone call." he said as you walked over to where the booth was. You sat down to see your mother. "Hi mum." you said softly seeing Billie getting dragged in next to you. "How could you do this? getting arrested again? your a descrace to the family." she said as you just laughed.

"What is so funny?" she said as you looked up at her. "what are you going to do? m' 16, you legalaly cant kick me out until m' 18." you said as you looked at her. "Well too bad! i hope you live a happy life in prison, all your stuff is moved in with your aunt, go get it when you move out of this place, and i never want to see your face again." she said as you looked at Billie. "Fine." you said as you slammed the phone down. You walked out as you placed your hands on the door and hit it. "I want out." you said as they opened the door.

"You see Tre? they are letting me out! in about a week, 5 months doesnt seem like a long time when you guys are here." yous said as you were getting ready for bed. "Can't wait." Billie said as the colour was fading from his hair. "You need to get that re died." you said as you touched it. "Yeah i will once we get outta here." he said as you laughed.

Surley one week rocked around as you were realeased. You started a band with Billie, and Tre and Mike. You picked up your stuff and when you tried looking for Brian, your parents moved out of your old house. You sat on the curve as you looked up to the sky. "Y/n we will find him, it will just take time." Billie said as you looked up. "time, the time i dont have." you siad as you stood up.

Flashback over

You walked into the hospital as you saw people looking at you. "Look! it's Green Day!" They all yelled as you nodded as they bombarded you. "Y/n! can i have your autograph!" They yelled as you went to the front desk. "I would like to visit Brian May." You said as the reseptionist looked up at you. "what relation?" she asked you as you looked down a bit. "Sister." you said as you she nodded and gave you the room number. You grabbed the boys as you walked into the elevator. "Why the fuck do they have a bloody elivator when they only have like 3 floors?" Tre said as you looked at him. "Becasue it is a fucking hospital Tre, why the fuck to you think?" you said as you rolled your eyes and stepped out. You walked down the corridor to the 39th room and you pushed it open. You saw Three people surrounding the bed looking at you as you roll your eyes and walk in.

"He doesn't want any more medication!" a raspy voice yelled from the bed as you said. "Do i look like a fucking doctor to you?" you said as Billie coughed trying to hide a laugh. "What the fuck to you want then smart ass?" he said as he got up. "I dont want you to blow your fuze love, m' only here to see him." you said as you pointed at Brian. "You remember me don't you?" you asked as he looked at you. "nope." Brian said as you sighed. you grabbed the guitar next to his bed to still see that your name as carven into it with all your stickers. "Dont touch that! it's his-" A shorter man said as you looked at him cutting him off. "Sister's? yeah i know." you said as you sat on the bed. "Maybe this will jog your memory.

~Hey brother! There's an endless road to rediscover~

~Hey sister! Know the water's sweet but blood is thicker~

~Oh, if the sky comes falling down, for you~

~There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do~

You sang as you looked at him. A tear falling from his eye as he remebmbers who you really are.

~Hey brother! Do you still believe in one another?~

~Hey sister! Do you still believe in love? I wonder~

~Oh, if the sky comes falling down, for you~

~There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do~

You sang as you looked at him and Billie Sat down next to you. You laughed as you continued.

~What if I'm far from home?~

~Oh brother, I will hear you call~

~What if I lose it all?~

~Oh sister, I will help you out~

~Oh, if the sky comes falling down, for you~

~There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do~

you looked at Brian as you held his hand. "DO you remember me? brimi? my baby brother? the person that i kicked that blondes arse for? do you remember me?" you said as he looked at you. "yes. Y/n! i missed you! where did you go?" he asked as you chuckled. "Well after mum kicked me out and I dropped out of school doin- you dont wanna know. I came looking for you, after being sucsessful becasue i didnt want to feel like i let you down. After what happened." you said as you looked at him.

"Wait so your her?" Someone siad as you loked at someone with black hair. "What do you mean?" You said as you looked at him. "Your the person who kicked Roger's ass when he was 15? after he tried to hit on Brian's girl?" he said as you sighed. "Yes, that is me! i got thrown in Jail becasue of it too." You said as you sat down. "Man! it was horrible! you know how many sleepless nights i had? but if it wern't for these people here i wouldn't be here." You said as you smiled at Brian. "Roger! got something to say?" He said as the blonde looked up. "Wait, it was you!" you said as you stood up. "You got me thrown in there!" you said as he stood up. "Love i dont know what your talking about. "He said as you went at him. "You wasted 5 months of my bloody life and got me kicked out of my family! what the hell?" you said as he was on the floor. "I'll make it up to you!" he yelled as you stood up. "Yeah you will, you wasted 5 months of my life! I will waste five months of yours."

#roger taylor imagines

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bythieves-a · 5 years ago

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SNAPSHOTS OF MODERN VIC. ( based on the story im writing about him ! many of the usual tw’s apply. )

you’re only thirteen the first time things become too much. a shadow in your school, no one there would even know you exist, if it weren’t for the smell of stolen cigarettes that follows you around. a short thing, with your mother-ruffled hair, the sleeves of an old, tattered, black coat stop just before your fingertips; and all your shirts are hand-me-downs——you think they were your dads. you wouldn’t really know. but your mother puts a ‘lucky flower’ in your coat pocket, every day, and that makes each school day bearable.

the baggy clothes make it easier to steal snacks after school, the darker make it easier to disappear. you hardly even go to class; the teachers don’t notice you, anyways. until they do——the children that do see you love to remark on what you lack; on money, on fathers, on new clothes, on lunch. one comment becomes too many and you’re in the office; don’t call my mum, you plead, you practically beg, she’s working. i can’t take her away from work. but they do. there’s no one else to call. it feels like robbing your mother of money. the embarrassment of taking her away.

when you’re home, you hit your lowest; lock yourself in your room and cry until morning. your chest is so heavy. such a mild dilemma, not the worst thing you’ll face, yet you find you can’t breathe because of it. why does everything hurt so much?

sixteen years old and your favorite spot has become a bridge; you sit with your legs swinging through the rail, watching the water flow below you, sound of cars rushing behind you--------the honking horns make you jump. you reek of cigarettes and fireball, when you come here, concealed bottle half-empty and hidden between your legs. arms and chin lean on the railing, tears flowing yet often concealed by a rainstorm you never bother to notice.

she’s so convinced he’ll come back. you hate yelling at her, but it hurts, to live sixteen years without someone, and watch your mother continue to set a place at the table for him each night. maybe tonight. its never tonight. and its your fault, you know that--------your mother would be happier without you, her drunken, drop-out, thieving son; she’d still have walter. she’d still have money. you don’t realize you’re her only joy.

the jacket you wear over a torn prince t-shirt is black denim, finally your size, the cuffs and collar lined with a fake-feeling, puffy sort of fur. its your favorite jacket, it keeps you warm--------but you find a picture of your parents together, and note your father wearing one of the same style. you never wear that jacket again.

you’re not sure why you cry on the plane to america, but you do. perhaps its homesickness. the change, the sudden wave of how different everything will be. its overwhelming. amos scoffed when he saw you, in your sweatpants and band shirts---------what? you’d asked. its just a plane ride. sat between him and your anxious mother, you hold her hand and wonder if he might do the same; its better not to try, you decide. he might just think you’re strange.

does he have weapons? he must. amos always has a knife, somehow. but how would he bring it here? maybe he’ll teach you that, someday. you’d like him to. he’d like you to stop crying.

smiling boy leaning against the counter of your pawn shop; everything feels better, now. amos has made you a partner in crime, his right hand man--------this cover-up is yours as much as it is his, and sometimes you wonder if you make him proud. you’ve grown into yourself; dark hair tickles at the tips of your ears when you let it get too long, you don white button-ups with two buttons always undone, and a long tan trenchcoat is the one thing you’re never seen without--------though, when you’re home you dress the way you always have; a steely dan tshirt has become your favorite, and it never takes you long to break out sweatpants after a days work. you lay on the floor like that and play guitar; mother likes to stand in the doorway and listen, sometimes.

there are knives on you, everywhere. they rattle against the phone in your pocket when it buzzes; you have two friends now who send you pictures of their cat, and they’re so normal, far different from the thief tommy you occupy your nights with---------but you enjoy them. they’re a taste of the life you wanted, as a child. but you think now that life might bore you, if you tried it. its not like you’re good at anything else, anyways. you and amos both know that.

your memory is coming in flashes, in blinks of light and sound tearing through the gaps of nothing, the times where you don’t know where you are, what you’re doing-------what time is it? have i eaten today? where’s mama?

the last thing you remember is the funeral. you tried to cry into amos’ arms, but he pushed you away; knocked you to the ground. get it together. m’not yer dad, kid. he left you crying on your knees before her grave--------but now, suddenly, you’re walking into your friend’s apartment. they’re each holding one of your arms; adrien looks worried, like he’s been crying. ray says something to you, but you don’t understand. you say okay, anyways.

then you’re on the couch with tea in your hand; you look at your phone and start crying. you haven’t been home in hours. mum would have texted you, by now. your chest is heavy again. you’re dizzy. adrien takes your phone and sets it away. you think he might have kissed your forehead, too.

the bottle of mum’s pain killers is empty, now. you don’t remember waking up. something burns. you’re screaming at your father in your doorway, but you don’t remember him knocking. ray looks mortified. she’s leaving today. wheres she going? italy? germany? please take care of yourself, she mutters into a tightened hug. wheres your father gone? she mentions him--------he must have been real.

you don’t remember the party, you don’t remember coming home, but you remember being warm. it felt like mama was back. you want to feel like that again.

adrien tries to take you out for christmas, but he has to bring you home. all the children were outside playing in the snow with their parents. mama liked to take christmas walks to look at all the lights. you can’t breathe again, so he holds you for the rest of the day, he pets your hair, kisses your head. its almost feels ok.

you watch the new year’s ball drop from the discomfort of a hospital bed. you still don’t remember much, but you remember screaming. you remember amos sitting nearby-----was that two days ago? he threatened you. walt was here, too. you threw a flower vase at him. the nurses won’t let you have flowers in the room, anymore. they’re watching you like hawks; better act like you’re alright, so they’ll let you out of here.

you check yourself out early. there’s no reason for you to be there. amos will get mad if you’re gone any longer. your father yells at you when you get home. why is he there? leave me alone.

the park bench is cold. you don’t remember running here, but you know amos was yelling at you. you haven’t brushed your hair in days. your tears feel like they’re freezing to your cheeks. distant police sirens. are they for you? your chest tightens------but they breeze past the park. you can’t stop shaking. your head hurts.

walts with you, suddenly, sitting on the bench beside you. he’s put your head in his lap, he’s been muttering things to you the whole time. how long has he been here? please, he says, the first thing you’re able to make out; let me get you home, i know you hate me, but let me be your dad for ten fucking minutes. you’re a mess, kid.

you’ve never spoken to him without screaming, before, but this time you let him. he helps you up, puts his coat around your shoulders. its the same one as in the photos, but older, it has holes in it. he keeps an arm around you the whole way home, lies you down on your couch, drapes mum’s couch blanket over you. he makes you a grilled cheese, complains about the spoiled groceries in your fridge. it feels nice. he should have been here to do this twenty three years ago.

for the first time since you’ve known him, you think amos is going to kill you. he’d never do that, you’ve always been so sure; but this time there’s rage in his eyes, they look hollow and dead---------you’ve seen this look before, its always followed by the snapping of bones. you can’t get that sound out of your head. you saved tommy from this look, once, but he’s not here to do the same. it hurts. you’re supposed to be partners, you trusted him with your life, but he’s going to kill you. oh, god, he’s going to kill me.

but he doesn’t get the chance. bent over from a kick to the ribs, the second you’re out of line with his head you hear a shot--------suddenly you’re covered in blood, but its not your own, and amos has a hole in his head. when he drops, you’re faced with your father stood nearby; shaking, out of breath, mortified-------holding a gun. jesus christ, he whispers.

dad? you sound helpless. you’ve never called him that, before.

#𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐈𝐈. ╱ modern.#i'm jus thinking abt him today.......#tw: drug mention #tw: drugs #tw: addiction #tw: violence #tw: parental death #tw: death #tw: implied suicide #jesus god KLJDFHLGKFJS be careful u know how vics story goes #its ok hes ok and gets a happy ending

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systlin · 4 years ago

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“David Attenborough voice” And here we see a remarkable seasonal phenominon...as the weather warms to above freezing, even as snow still blankets the ground, the Midwesterners emerge from their winter gear, in temperatures that would still send many seeking a warm fire, and cheerfully mill about outside. Many will be heard remarking to neighbors ‘oh sure is a nice one today!!!’ Observe the man taking the trash out in shorts and a tank top, and the local witch feeding the birds in a tshirt and yoga pants, with nary a coat to be seen.”

ITS 45F (7 C) OUT T SIRT TIIIIME

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spotconlonshitposts · 7 years ago

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Story behind the Sleeves (Or lack thereof) + Tank Top Spot 4 lyfe

-When Spot was younger he got eczema, and when he put cream on his body he had to wear sleeveless tops

-he eventually grew out of his eczema, but mental illness happened

-And because even though it sucked, scratching was a comfort to him

-After a while he was constantly made to wear tank tops to try and put him off of it, and for his parents to do checks

-He stopped the scratching, but felt too hot whenever he wore a top with sleeves

-so tank top’s were the only thing he felt comfortable in

-he started working out, so he could let out his anger, and give himself something to show off in his tank top

(Not that anyone was complaining tbh)

-the group would be confused that it was freezing outside and snowing, yet he was still in a tank top

-every shirt, top or jumper someone gave him ended up sleeveless

-people stopped caring after a while, it was just his Thing

-his wardrobe was FULL of tank tops and tshirts that had succumb to the sleeveless inevitable

-every year on his birthday, the group would get a super cool tank top for him

-he got a new tank top each year for pride (and would wear it solidly for a week, and visit his Not Good parents each time)

~Sprace section cause fight me~

-Race left his sleep shirt over Spot’s once, and couldn’t find it for months

When he did find it though, it had a slight rip at the top of the sleeve, but that was it. The single sleeved top in the entirety of Spot’s room

-It took another 6 months on top (4 of those were once they started dating) of that to find out that Spot wore it to bed on his bad days, he would sacrifice having a cover over him, to sleep in a sleeved top that made him hot, but smelt like Race

-(Speaking of them starting dating) Race asked out Spot infront of everyone by standing on a table, looking directly at Spot. Then proceeding to tell spot he’d rip his sleeves off if he would date him. Spot went a little pink, said “fuck yeah”, and Race tried to rip his sleeves of but failed miserably. Spot dragged him down from the table and tore them off himself

-Their wedding day was an interesting one, when they decided on who would be each of their best mans and grooms-people. They also decided the single defining factor between whose were whose. Spot’s had no sleeves. A full suit/dress depending on their choice. But No sleeves.

-Kath and Sarah decided to decline Spot’s offer of grooms-people and said they’d get a confetti cannon and put flowers in it. (It was interesting and flower petals hurt when they’re shoot out a canon very close to you, ask Jack)

-In their vows, Spot brought up how Race asked him out by saying he’d rip his sleeves off if he said yes. And said “there isn’t anyone else I’d wear sleeves for.” And Kath came through the doors with a tshirt canon, and shot a shirt (with a cute picture of Spot n Race on) at him. It hit him in the side, but stripped his top half off and put the shirt on.

-Race cried. Kath was ready tho and shot another shirt at Race who put it on straight away.

-Spot’s sleeves lasted a whole hour and a half, but Race was happy for the effort, even if it was just cause Spot is a Dramatic

#spot conlon #racetrack higgins #sprace #newsies #spotconlonshitposts #i didnt mean to add the Sprace #but we all know i cannot not do it #TANK TOP SPOT #im sorry for the shitty thing i put on your dash

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maynardmandem · 8 years ago

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Home For The Holidays - Jack Maynard Imagine

#jack maynard #jack Maynard imagine #buttercream imagines #buttercream boys #buttercream squad #imagine #maynard #maynardmandemimagines

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aoimori · 8 years ago

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1/14/2017 mode of Uroboros @ Zepp Nagoya (day 2)

let’s go

first of all. it was SNOWING AND FREEZING ALL DAY. i'm surprised we all survived. kyo tweeted right after the show telling us to be careful going home and not to catch a cold. he CARES

ANYWAy setlist was as follows:

BUGABOO Doukoku to sarinu DOZING GREEN Toguro Soshaku Magayasou GLASS SKIN VINUSHKA INCONVENIENT Gaika Reiketsu Revelation of mankind

EN. Kukoku RED SOIL STUCK MAN Sustain the untruth Utafumi

exciting live report under here:

THE SICK MAIN SET (REAL SICK)

- i was in front of toshiya as usual... halfway between both kaoru and kyo lol. i got pretty close considering my # - they opened with. get this. BUGABOO. I LOVE BUGABOO. it sounded REALLY cool and sinister and just ugh i love uroboros. - kyo was really on point tonight. just something about his voice idk. it was like richer than usual? it really showed in the ballads. idk he was just hitting these notes and o m g - toguro was gorgeous as usual. it's my favorite song off uroboros and was my #1 favorite song for a long time. there's this one part that's like. you guys know. when kyo is singing but without words and it just gives you CHILLS?? yeah. he hit that 100% perfectly. actual goosebumps. - i was surprised to hear magayasou for some reason but it was sick - ok i heard glass skin and i was transported back to tour 2008 the rose trims again except the atmosphere in japan is way different from in the us. in japan, because of how the audience acts, it feels like a quieter song. it was really beautiful. - CAN WE TALK ABOUT V I N U S H K A - THIS SONG IS SUCH A JOURNEY. I FORGOT HOW MUCH I LOVE IT. OK. the energy from the band was incredible during this song especially every time the tempo/tone of the song changed. the slow parts were beautiful and the faster parts were so intense and toshiya and kyo just kept provoking us to scream and headbang more. - that one line. "koko ga shinjitsu da". everyone went silent for a second, suddenly there were bright yellow lights on kyo, it's like everyone held their breath until he said it with this incredible emotion, and then the venue exploded and everyone just screamed and screamed and screamed. chills. - i LOVE what they did with inconvenient ideal. after vinushka parts of sa bir played. on the screen was a the burning outline of a circle that grew and grew and looked like an eclipse before the flames dissipated. while sa bir was playing this just ethereal choir started singing, and then it switched into the organ intro from the unplugged version of inconvenient ideal. kyo sang, then before the chorus started, the song stopped and changed into the album version of the song, and they went from there. - this was probably the part of the show with the biggest impact for me. i just love what they did so much. - then GAIKA. i want everyone to love gaika as much as i do. it's SO intense and SO fun and there's great parts where you can just go crazy and ughhh - then REIKETSU! this time they didn't play stuck man -> reiketsu but it's totally okay. WHAT A FUN SONG!??! everyone was jumping and kyo jumped along too and it was so fun. - last song of the main set... revelation of mankind!! mode of arche please

then ENCORE - kukoku no kyouon!? tbh i kind of love it when they walk on stage for the encore and everyone's LOSING THEIR MINDS and suddenly a slow song starts and we all go silent. it's just a really great effect lol. really wonderful performance. i spent a lot of time watching kaoru. - red soil is creepy and wonderful and i love it - STUCK MAN. I FORGOT. HOW FUN THIS SONG IS. everyone is just jumping and dancing and kyo has us sing along and it's just awesome. - sustain is always great because i love sing along songs and kyo totally does too - last song... UTAFUMI. YES. FALLFALLFALLFALLFALLFALLLLLLL. i got to witness kyo's hyper speed punching. every other time i've seen this song live i was looking at someone else LOL. the freeze in the beginning is STILL SO COOL.

WHAT WERE THEY WEARING?? - kaoru was wearing this low neck black shirt w/ his usual black cardigan and LOOKING GOOOOOD because you could see his chest piece wahahaaaaaa. his hair is shorter and it looks so good. i wish i could show you. he looks so great. and he wasn't wearing any lipstick or anything this time. he had black eyeshadow as usual and then... blush. a whole lot of red blush. i stand by every cosmetic decision you make, kaoru. he wore the same thing for the encore. - toshiya wore a black jacket & white shirt then the tour hockey tee for the encore. couldn't really see shinya but he had a white shirt as usual. die was wearing a sleveless shirt (?) with a scarf then the tour hoodie. then kyo. ok. - for the main set kyo was wearing... how can i describe this... a long sleeve black top, but most of the front was replaced with a panel of fishnet fabric. on top of that he was wearing harnesses over his chest. twitter is right it kinda does look like a bra, as in the bra style harnesses LOL aaaa and also black skinny pants but they didn't close? like the top was open? and was held together kinda with a belt on top. and he had more harness action happening around his thighs & a strap connecting his legs. i'm into it. his hair is black with that crazy haircut and he had a ton of makeup and i love it. - for the encore he took off ALL his makeup (FRESH. AND. BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!) and wore the same pants with a white tshirt (with a black design... i'm sure twitter has already found the exact shirt) with a simple harness on top. - tbh during the mains et he was this like OTT GOTH VISION!!!!! and then during the encore i think i fell in love again lmao

ASSORTED THINGS - kyo laughed at some point during the encore. it was adorable. i love... feelings... he smiled a lot tbh - the way he screamed NAGOYA was amazing. it was drawn out. i love him. TAUNT US SOME MORE. he also was hyping us up a lot and as usual got the back to scream, then each side, and then for the center he didn't say anything. he just SCREEEEAMMMED like a fan would. - toshiya is SO MAJESTIC and FULL OF POWER. I DONT UNDERSTAND HOW SOMEONE CAN BE THAT PERFECT TBQH - after the show toshiya tossed a bottle to the fans in the front. i just saw it out of the corner of my eye but it was brown. some kind of. alcohol lmao - WILL I EVER CATCH ANYTHING - kyo clapped a lot and mouthed "Bye bye" and left, the rest hung out for a while throwing picks. i received water from kaoru, toshiya, shinya, and die. 4/5 nice - i love how kaoru will act like he's saying things during the show but he's just moving his mouth lol. he looked like he was kinda lip syncing along. CUTE

A+++++ guys

uroboros is one of my favorite albums of all time but seeing it live now gives me a new perspective on it. i think they’ve improved on it somehow. everything sounded richer?? the atmosphere was so good, the flow of the setlist was so good, it was just a wonderful experience.

#dir en grey #mode of uroboros #live report #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa #lives in japan

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aaronmascoll · 6 years ago

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Chapter 11 - Colt

When Colt left, somebody had been there. They were invisible, but saw them. He was sure of it. When he reached the forest, they ran away. He chased after them, following their footprints in the snow. After he jumped over a small stream, the footprints disappeared completely. Then he turned his attention upward toward the trees, looking for anything that wasn't natural. Colt looked but found his pursuit at a standstill. "Shit!" Colt cursed.

Colt stood there wondering where he should go. He thought about going back, but for some reason, he didn't want to run into Leila, so he decided to keep moving forward. After five minutes, Colt realized just how tired he was. He had been chasing whoever that was for a little over an hour. His legs were freezing from melting snow that clung to his legs, and his sweater wasn't providing much protection either. He sat next to a tree and decided to rest for a minute. "Done following me yet?" said a random voice.

Colt looked around, but found the source of the voice absent. "Up here, dumb ass!"

Colt looked up and found a blonde women sitting on top the highest branches of the tree he was sitting under. She wore a long black leather coat, a white V-neck tshirt, loose fitting black sweat pants, and no shoes. "Naw, I thought it didn't look right," Colt said standing up. "Just think about. Angry black man chases innocent white girl through a forest. Doesn't look too good for me."

The girl in the tree began to laugh. She laughed so hard, the branch she was sitting on broke and she fell thirty feet to a hard landing. Even after hitting the ground, which didn't seem like a soft landing to Colt, she still continued to laugh. "That's hilarious, " she said standing up. "Me? Innocent? You are funny."

When the blonde started walking, Colt followed her. "So, where are we going?" Colt asked.

"I'm going to get a fucking drink," she said with a hint of animosity. "Follow me...if you want."

"Aren't you the one from the thieves faction?"

"Fuck no!"

She moved fast, Colt was struggling to keep up with her. "Then what are you doing in the middle of nowhere?"

The girl stopped and got in Colt's face. "Why are you so interested in me?" She said curiously. Her breath hot against his face, and he could just barely feel her lips brushing against his.

"Ever hear the story about the scorpion and the frog?"

She smiled, turned around, and started walking again. "And which one am I?"

Colt trailed after her. "Obviously you're the frog."

"Bitch please! You can frog these nuts."

Colt spent the next few hours talking to this girl about absolutely nothing. They spent the entire time cracking jokes, telling funny stories, and making fun of each other. During their time together, Colt managed to learn that her name was Al. He also managed to learn that she was the a champion for Samael, The Dragon of Light.

When they made it out of the snow, and the forest, Colt saw his first town. It was a small town, there couldn't have more than a hundred people living in it. The buildings were small and made out of wood, there weren't any roads, and the people dressed as if they were at a renaissance fair. He tried to say hello to the people he passed, but nobody spoke spoke to him. They barely even looked at him.

When they passed the last building, and started traversing a farm, Colt decided to ask. "Why didn't any of them talk to me?"

"That's because you're a champion," Al responded.

"Wait, so they aren't like us?"

"What? Champions? In their fucking dreams!"

Colt followed Al as she jumped over a waist high stone wall. "So they're human? I just figured since this place was call The Realm of Champions-"

"That everyone would be a champion?"

"Yeah kind of."

In the distance Colt saw a large Iron wall that stretched clear across the horizon. "At one point, you would've been right. It is true that only champions are allowed here, but once they're here, any babies they pop out are her to stay. That's how this fucking place ended up with cities, towns, countries, kingdoms, and nations."

"But how do they know we're champions?"

"Fuck you're annoying! Look, we give off this aura. It's like your about to shit yourself, but you also kinda wanna suck my dick at the same time. For us, you probably wouldn't even notice it. But, if they've got some God level powers, then you can bet your ass you're going to feel that shit."

As the wall loomed before them, Colt saw that there was a gate he didn't notice before. Guards wearing red uniforms stood in front of the gates entrance. Two on either side, one off to the left sitting behind a table. Two of the guards carried muskets, and the others carried swords. "I got this," Al said as they approached the gate.

"That'll be two silvers each," the guard sitting behind the table said without looking at them, "If you want to enter Bagwell city."

"And I'm still waiting on that gold you owe me," Al said bending over the table. "You know, you could always just win it back in a game of dice. Or, I could have Riot make a little trip to your barracks tonight, after she gets released. What's it going to be?"

The guard sitting began to turn a color of green that Colt had never seen a person turn before. "That's today?"

"Yup, ten years in solitary confinement. She might get a little rough."

"Open the gate," The guard said reluctantly.

"Open the gate!" One of the guards next to the gate shouted.

As the gate opened, Al began to walk through it. "I'll tell Riot you said hi," She said with a final wave.

What was beyond the gate was much more like a city. The buildings were more or less like the ones in the town they had just passed, except smaller and more condensed. There were people of all ethnicities, speaking every language Colt could think of. He saw vendors selling their wares out of storefronts, barrels, and horse drawn carts. The streets were small and obviously made to be walked on, but that didn't stop people from driving their carts down one of them. Anyone walking in the opposite direction of the carts had to either squeeze around it, or hide in one of the many store fronts and wait for it to pass.

When they reached a larger street more suitable for carts and the like, Al started to talk to a Chinese man who was tying an empty cart to a pole off to the side of the road. He wore brown overalls, a straw hat, and nothing else Colt assumed. "If I give you three silver, will you take me and my friend to the pier?" She asked.

The Chinese man spat on the ground. "Six silvers! Horse tired, been working all day," he said with a thick Chinese accent.

"Five," Al responded.

The Chinese man nodded angrily. "Be right back," he said. He jogged away from the cart, and disappeared into a nearby alley. Colt and Al jumped into the back of the empty cart. "Shouldn't people treat us better?" Colt asked. "Since we're champions."

"You'd think, but no. Humans are just a bunch of jealous little bitches, that are all pissy because the gods chose us and not them. But the stronger the champion, the more respect they'll give you. For instance, the guy who's in charge of the warriors. His name is King Milhouse, I think. That mother fucker is so strong, he might even be a God."

"I've met a God, your God in fact, and I didn't feel any of that."

"That's because they're good at hiding how powerful they are. These fucking mortals would have a heart attack if they felt a God's true power."

"That's funny, the way you say it makes it sound like we're not mortal."

"That's because we're not."

The shock wasn't as bad as he thought it should be. "What do you mean?" Colt said confused.

"A champion's service is for as long as your God is alive. And the gods are fucking immortal, so why shouldn't we be?"

"So I'm-"

"Yes!" Al growled. "The moment you stepped foot in this place as a champion, you became immortal. But don't get that shit twisted, being immortal means you can live forever, that doesn't mean you can't be killed."

Colt didn't feel any different. Maybe I'm not immortal he thought. Maybe whatever magic made champions immortal didn't effect him. Either way, he would find out in a hundred years. He could live a hundred years and never age. "I need a drink," Colt said in a exhausted voice.

"Its like we're speaking the same fucking language! What the shit is taking this guy so long!?"

It was another five minutes before the Chinese man returned, pulling behind him not a horse, but an ostrich. "I thought he said it was a horse."

"Who gives a rat's ass! As long as the stupid thing get us to the bar, he can call it a goat for all I care."

After hooking up his ostrich, they were ready to set off, but a small girl came running out of the alley yelling. She handed him a something tied up in a white cloth, and ran away. "Wife feed you," the Chinese man said. "Says ride to pier too long. My name Linhu." Linhu handed Al the bag, yanked on the reins and pulled them out into the street.

They traveled down one road for fifteen minutes, turned left down a smaller one way street, and then right onto a much larger street. This street was much like a four lane street back on earth. But this one was more commercial than the others. There were larger stores, hotels, restaurants, even brothels.

Only carts and private passenger carriages traveled down this street. Colt seen carriages being pull by all sorts of animals. Horses, zebras, camels, bears, and a many more exotic animals. Once a blue carriage with white curtains sped by being pull by two very large orange lizards. Drivers shouted at each, signaled when they were turning, and threatened to kill each other. It was exactly like being on earth.

Sooner or later Colt was able to tell how rich a person was from how their carriage was decorated, how the driver was dressed, and what was pulling it. After an hour the cart driver turned left at an intersection, where a man in a blue uniform was directing traffic. They traveled down this road for another ten minutes before, pulling over. "Give horse break," Linhu said. He took the white cloth from where it sat next to Al and untied it. Inside were four sandwiches and two smaller bags. He handed Al and Colt each a sandwich, then took one for himself. He then fed the ostrich seeds, leaves, and bugs from one of the small bags.

Colt and Al ate their sandwiches as Linhu fed his ostrich. The suns began to set, and rain clouds began to form. "Rains coming," he said. He finished feeding the ostrich and climbed into the back of the cart. From a hidden compartment he produced two plastic panchos, he put on one and put the other on the ostrich along with small straw hat.

As the suns disappeared behind the rain clouds, Colt put up his hood in anticipation for the oncoming showers. He seen Al produce a hood from the back of her coat. Just as they were about set off again, an alarm went off, blaring from an unknown location. Every carriage and cart pulled over. "What's going on?" Colt asked.

"You'll see," Al said as she closed her eyes and lied down.

From the buildings next to them, three men ran out into the street and stopped. They wore all black, carried daggers, and looked terrified. After them, ten guards in red uniforms ran after them carrying muskets. They guards lifted their rifles and held them at eye level. A thunderous boom shook the sky as rain began to fall. One more person exited the build after the guards. He wore a gold chainmail shirt with a red tabbard over it, two golden spikes pauldrons, golden gauntlets, a golden bucket helmet with an expressionless mask, leather pants, and leather boots. In one hand he carried a silver shield with medusa's head engraved on it, and in the other he carried a bronze bronze flail with a spiked head.

The man in gold marched past the guards and stood before the three men in black. They raised their daggers and he raised his shield. A feint grayish light emitted from medusa's eyes as he lifted it. A look of dread came over each of their faces as the light hit them. All at once they dropped their weapons and fell to their knees. The man in gold began to spin his flail in a wide arc above his head. The sky began to shake, thunder boomed drowning out the blairing alarm. As the man in gold began to spin his flail faster, lightning raced through the clouds in bright flashes. His flail spun faster and faster with every flash of lightning. The head of his flail began to spark, then it too left a trail of white lightning as it spun.

When he dropped his shield, the three men came to their senses, one raised his hands to shield himself and the other two got up and tried run. But it was too late. The man in gold brought down his flail, as a lightning bolt fell from the sky, split into three separate arcs and hit each of the men in black. The ground shook, the clouds roared, and nobody did anything. The men in black were now nothing but charred body parts and a mixed pool of blood. Colt's entire body was trembling with fear as he looked at the man in gold in awe. The alarm suddenly stopped and people began to move again. "We go now!" Linhu said with fear.

"Who was that?" Colt asked no one in particular.

When he looked at Al, she was smiling at him. "That my friend, was a demigod."

#thechampions #bookstagram #booklover #bookworm #books

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