#fresco’s done coke again

[frescoisnotinthemilitary]

The Way of Another

Tags: MWIII SPOILERS, Angst, Major Character Death (implied and mentioned), Swearing, Simon is in denial of his feelings, resurrection??, will add tags when I think of them

A/N: Sorry for literally vanishing off the face of the earth. I’ve been cheffing it up over the last couple of days. This is proofread by me but unchanged. As AO3 tags will read, no beta, we die like men. For anyone waiting on the second chapter of Sweet Tooth (I see you), I’ll do my best to get that up next week (as if I haven’t been saying that for six months). Life has fucking sucked for the last few months, and I’ll leave it at that. I’ve already written too much here, so without further ado, I’ll just get to it.

This is like chapter .5, by the way. Y’all have been waiting weeks for me to post again, so I figured I owed you something. I hope this is sufficient until I can get myself to write something more

He never believed he’d adopt another’s mannerisms. Slip of the tongue, really. Kyle was getting on his nerves. He couldn’t have helped it. 

“C’mon, mate. Just take it off, let me see you!” Kyle urged, leaning over the back of a rec room recliner. “We’ve been working together a long time.”

“Oi, away and boil yer ‘ead.” Teeth clenched, nostrils flared, eyes widened. Simon squeezed his eyes shut, cursing himself, almost crushing his sandwich in his fingertips. “‘M sorry, mate. I didn’t mean”–he paused. “I don’t know what I meant. Just fuck off, yeah?” Brown eyes met brown eyes, and understanding threaded itself in the needles of the gaze.

Kyle pressed his lips together, inhaling sharply. “Yeah, sorry. Shouldn’t have pushed.” He glanced down at his hands, nails picking at his torn cuticles. 

It was pitch black when Simon awoke. He cracked his folded legs out of the fetal position and rolled onto his back. Chilled sweat rolled off his forehead, sinking into the pillow beneath his head. There was no shine in his eyes now—shadows swallowed any midnight glow that might’ve made its way under the thick door. 

Simon. 

He sat up, brushing a tickle of the quickly-drying liquid away from his eyebrow. Rubbed sleep from his eyes and threw his legs over the edge of the bed, whose aged springs creaked for help, to no avail. His phone screen read 02:47. Large fingers nimbly turned the knob on his bedside table, and a warm glow flooded the room. Darkness retreated back to the corners, freeing him from its hold. 

It was silent, with humid air stifling in the small space. Simon’s socked feet padded across the floor and he pulled the door inward, flooding the room with cooler air from the hallway. He stepped out onto the tiled hall, wishing he’d put on sweatpants, but persevering. 

The base was dimly illuminated only by the soft bluish light from the moon that filtered in through the windows, a glow that guided him through the well-worn twists and turns of labyrinthine corridors. He finally stepped into the kitchen, still bleary-eyed but more alert. He drifted around the room, eventually stopping in front of the coffee maker. 

The drawer under the counter protested ever-so-slightly as Simon pulled it open, finding the darkest blend he could think of. The jar was half-empty, the way it had been left. He grabbed a spoon and dumped exactly three spoonfuls of the grounds into the coffee filter. No more, no less. Simon carried the empty coffee pot to the sink and filled it to the line, then brought it back and poured the water into the corresponding area of the machine. 

The lid closed with a pop that almost made him start. A monotonous beep filled the room for a moment, then ceased, and Simon resided in silence again, until the soft gurgle of the coffee maker began.

The warm, rich smell inundated the space, flooding his senses-

Thought you didn’t like coffee. 

“Johnny.” The blond man whipped around, tearing his tired eyes open and searching around the empty room. A breath of warm air ghosted over his ear, taunting him. “Please don’t leave me again,” he whispered to no one. 

The coffee maker droned its harsh song, alerting Simon to the accomplishment of its task. He turned back, eyes downcast, and poured the dark liquid into a mug from the dish rack, not filling the cup fully. It steamed lazily, the only movement aside from him in the shadowy space. He stirred a spoonful of sugar into the bitter stuff and took a burning sip. The way he’d done it. 

(Tagging my dear friends because you all haven’t heard from me in a while: @kaeriustehe @forsaire @tapioca-milktea1978 @losersimonriley )

[frescoisnotinthemilitary]

YOU CANT FUCKING TAKE MY CONNECTICUT FUCK YOU AMTRAK

Someone on Twitter stole my fucking post

[artsistory]

Goin’ Gion! (10.1.19)

It’s our first day in Kyoto! Again it was going to be another scorcher so we decided to try and spend some time in a museum to beat the heat. We tried to go to the National museum but it was closed. We kind of expected that it was closed but wanted to check and make sure for ourselves because the website is a little hard to navigate. It’s disappointing but we went to see the Modern art museum instead!

The permanent collection is pretty small but we still saw come cool things. Like this Japanese Fresco!

The main reason we went was to see the fashion exhibit they have up! I think I succeeded in convincing Brandi that CDG is the best fashion brand. Maybe I’ll have to do an episode on Rei Kawakubo.

Once we finished at the museum we were ready for a snack. We packet some onigiri before we left the house but we needed to find somewhere to eat it! It’s seen as rude to eat or drink on the sidewalk in Japan. We were unsure where would be okay so we opted to buy a couple drinks from the 7-11 and eat our food there. I got an apple coke! It was actually pretty good. It tasted like cinnamon and apples a little.

After that we decided to take the long walk home and see some of gion on the way. Gion is the historic district of Kyoto! It’s filled with adorable shopping streets.

And beautiful walkways along the river.

Everything is historically accurate and preserved. Even the Hard Rock Cafe has to fit the scene!

Gion is also known for Geishas/Maiko. A lot of people come here and get makeovers to look like Maiko so you see a lot of cute people walking around all dressed up. It’s rare to see actual geisha these days however because they get harassed on the street too much and will often just take a car instead. On our way home Brandi and I turned down a fairly deserted street and saw the most beautiful maiko! Usually the tourists don’t have their make up done and their outfits aren’t as elaborate. These looked like the real deal! We were awestruck by how amazing they looked! Of course we didn’t take a picture of them because that’s the whole reason they’re hard to come across. It was super cool though! Here’s a good representation of what it looked like.

We also wandered into a temple on our way home. In the middle of the bustling Gion streets we suddenly found ourselves in a peaceful haven of zen art and nature.

Because we were there so close to closing time it was pretty empty.

It felt so surreal to be there! We liked the experience a lot and the minimalism feels like a relief after all those baroque churches in Rome.

The temple closed and we made our way home. It started to rain on us a little just as we started to get close and by the time we got home it was a full blown thunderstorm! It was kind of scary! But still very cool. We love Kyoto so far! It’s easy to see why it’s a lot of people’s favorite city.

[thejosh1980]

Travel Update #17 - Day 1 to 4 in Quarantine

Posted on Friday 11th September 2020 Good morning,

It’s bright and early here at the Pullman Hotel in Adelaide.

Sorry, this is a bit of a long update…

A lot has happened, but at the same time nothing has happened. It becomes a little bit of a Groundhog Day situation quite quickly ;)

Let's begin back in Germany…

There were only 19 passengers on the Frankfurt to Singapore flight. 10 in economy and 9 in business class. (We asked when we checked in.) The passengers entering Singapore were separated from us transit passengers during boarding, the flight, and disembarking. There were 5 people in our economy seating area.

In Singapore we took a long walk to a transit holding area, so that we wouldn’t come into contact with any other passengers, but honestly, I’ve flown through Singapore airport a few times, and it was dead. No one around, other than staff and us transit folks. Everything went smoothly.

The Singapore to Adelaide flight was busier, with probably 50 people on the flight, around half in business class and half in economy. We actually had people in the row in front and behind us. Everyone was staggered so there was some distance.

The inflight meals were the most expensive meals I’ve ever bought. 5,000 Euro / 8,000 dollars for the 2 of us!!

Once we disembarked in Adelaide everything ran smoothly and was well organised. The airport was very quiet, with security and police everywhere. We had our temperature checked, our masks were replaced, and immigration was quick. We got escorted onto a bus, carefully not touching anything other than our suitcases on the way. After a 20 minute drive we arrived at the hotel.

The hotel was well organised, with our suitcases waiting for us, welcome packs and a quick security check before being escorted to our room. This was it, in we go…

It all felt very surreal to be honest.

We had to wear masks the whole time (except when eating) from Frankfurt Airport to our hotel room in Adelaide. 26+ hours. This was something we didn’t really think about, luckily we both had comfortable masks, and the airline also provided disposable masks… It was a breath of fresh air to finally be able to take them off.

We were pleased to find we have a really nice room, with a bath, coffee machine and a balcony! It’s the small things… We’ve read some horror stories online of dirty and really really small rooms at other hotels.

We overlook 4 parks on a fairly busy city cross roads. It’s very pleasant.

So a quick unpack and then our first meal came. They deliver 3 meals a day, usually they are “3 courses”. Our first meal was pork cutlet, and it was damn good. We have a set menu each day, and so far the meals have all been good to very good. No complaints here!!!

Day 2 - With a few dollars sent from my Mum (thanks Sue)  we ordered from Woolies a little care package. Basically any grocery store or shop that delivers, we can arrange for them to deliver to reception and they’ll bring it upstairs to our room with contactless delivery. We got coffee, beers, coke, chips, salts for the bath, kitchen paper and a few other things. Again, it’s the small things….

The hotel managers set up a private Facebook group for those in quarantine. It’s been great source of laughter, info on the hotel happenings and support amongst those in quarantine. We can partake on daily quizzes online, and discuss the hotel rooms, or how we are feeling. The managers here are very active in helping and supporting us during our stay, and it really has had a positive effect on us.

We also had our first of 2 Covid-19 tests. We were both dreading the test, I mean, they stick a cotton bud up your nose!!!! I read up on some comments in the Hotel FB group, and everyone said the nurses were very gentle, which was a relief. When it came our time to be tested, it ended up being… nothing…. Well, almost nothing. Sure there’s a tiny bit of discomfort, but the swab at the back of the throat was worse than the one up the nose!!! Results should arrive today, latest tomorrow.

The trash is picked up from outside our room each afternoon. Bed linen and towels are replaced twice a week. No contact or interaction with the staff.

Day 3 - In the morning I did a live on air radio interview with Joanne Shoebridge on ABC North Coast radio, and while that kind of thing makes me nervous and I always worry I don’t answer the best I can or get my point across, it was really nice to talk with Joanne again.

We needed Aussie SIM cards, and after some hiccups, eventually the awesome folks in reception brought us up two cards. So now we have fully working Aussie phone numbers, if you need it, get in touch with us ;)

We were able to use our balcony for some al fresco dining at lunch time on day three. What a treat to be able to go outside! I know some folks in other hotels (and this hotel too) don’t have a balcony, and that really would be tough. I couldn’t imagine 14 days inside with no opening windows!!  A part of me feels guilty that in the end, we have it pretty good all things considered..

The hotel nurses called us for our first health check. After confirming our details, we were asked a bunch of health related questions, such as our dietary requirements, allergies and mental health concerns. Going “mad” in here is quite easy. It’s not a walk in the park and it is not a holiday or a honeymoon. Some people are alone, and when you’re in here for 14 days, with almost zero human contact (which in the end is just the 2 times someone sticks a cotton bud up your nose!), it is not easy. It’s not really easier when you’re with your partner or with a family either, with no space to just get a way for a few moments.  I am really glad the nurses called, and they will call again regularly.

We have had several calls and messages from friends, family and fans, and it has done us the world of good just to have someone to chat with. It was really helpful in our “stranded” weeks, and now in our “quarantine” days, it’s been a much needed injection of positivity to our day.

Day 4 - A good night’s sleep has still evaded us. Last night I managed 4 hours!! Alex managed longer but not by much. So I figured I should start the day with this (big) update.

We both agree the escorts, the airports, the security and the protocols in place from Frankfurt to hotel room have been really good. It feels very safe.

We can’t praise the hotel enough for their efforts in making our quarantine stay more than tolerable. The energy on the FB group, the support from the reception, games and more… It’s given us (and many of the other guests in quarantines) a community feeling. Friendships are being built within the walls, within the rooms.

The Government’s response to the Aussies stranded around the world hasn’t changed. There’s pressure from a lot of folks (including the airlines) for the PM to remove the caps. I think restrictions and quarantine aren’t a bad idea, but 4,000 people a week is just too little… After 6 months into this pandemic, a better system should be in place. Having said that, all the people on the ground (the hotel staff, escorts and nurses) have been exceptional.

@dauntlesscoffee has been in touch with a reporter from CNN regarding our story. We are not sure when it will air, but it’ll be a report on the world wide situation regarding Aussies being stranded.

If you’d like to keep up to date with the daily happenings, we are posting on our IG and FB stories when things happen.

Please check out and support Pieter Den Heten's removethecap.com website regarding 1000’s of stories of stranded Aussies. 

I am starting to think about a question and answer live stream over the weekend, if you’d like to catch up, let me know and I’ll try to figure out a time suitable for Aussies and Germans ;)

Today marks 2 months since my last live show “American Car Day” in Dresden, later on I’ll be posting the live videos from the show on youtube!

Josh and Alexanne (room 707)

[frescoisnotinthemilitary]

some Jon fanart i cooked up the other day because he’s my pookie

shitty computer drawing software doesn’t let me use the lasso tool without a subscription to the app but whateverrr

Edit—forgot to mention, this is from my sister, also a tma fan

RBs are always appreciated!

[frescoisnotinthemilitary]

I have to put books down and take a breather sometimes because they just break me inside.

How dare books. You devote six hours to one and it fundamentally changes you as a person and somehow you're just supposed to go back to your regular life after that? Like nothing is different??? The gall.

[frescoisnotinthemilitary]

PICREW TAG GAME

I’m starting one for once :)

Two pictures!

What you actually look like

And what you want to look like

Tag all your favorite people!

@kaeriustehe @forsaire @tapioca-milktea1978 @worms-for-brains @losersimonriley

@alixisdeadlol @blackoutspoetry @bewareoffreaker

EDIT: SHIT GUYS I FORGOT THE LINK

[frescoisnotinthemilitary]

Icarus was young. Simply a boy.

Simon is a man, sensible. So he convinces himself.

Apollo’s charm swayed him. Icarus is dead of the warmth of the sun.

Johnny’s charm will not lure Simon. So he convinces himself.

Eventually, all things change. Impermanence is the way of existence.

Icarus’s love led him to his demise. Apollo was the center of his galaxy. He could only cling to life so long before the draw of Apollo’s beauty pulled him inevitably to Tartarus.

Johnny may carry me to the same fate. But at least I’ll be in his arms.

[frescoisnotinthemilitary]

Hi!! I really love your works.. can I request a fic? I was maybe hoping for Soap helping reader through caffeine withdrawal? 👀 I know it's a bit specific, but I find it really endearing ☹️☹️

P.S. I love Amelia!! Such a neat OC. 🫶🫶

What’s In A Drink? Caffeine, Apparently.

A John “Soap” MacTavish x Reader fic

A/N: Thank you, Anon! 

I’ve been wanting to write something for Soap for a bit, but I couldn’t really think of anything I might want to do. I’m going to make this two parts, just to give you all something to nibble on while I work on the other things. Thank you to my readers for the brainworms and all the support! I’m sorry that this part is so short :/

This one’s a little heavy on the content warnings only because addiction is a sensitive topic, and I get that it’s hard for some people. That being said, it’s entirely understandable if you don’t want to read this. Feel free to keep scrolling. 

CW/TW: slight angst, discussions and symptoms of addiction/withdrawal, depressive and self-deprecating behavior, swearing, implied self-starvation

18+ only please, MDNI (I can’t control your content consumption, but if you’re underage, don’t interact). As much as I appreciate the support, I don’t want to block people.

Reader: GN Reader, You/Your PNs, use of R/N

“C’mon, ye’ve gottae eat.” It’s the same familiar brogue that you love-hate. Johnny. 

“I can’t,” you say, picking your head off your arms. The all-too-familiar prickle of irritation scratches at the back of your skull. “My appetite is nonexistent.”

“At least try, please. It’s no’ good to starve yerself,” Johnny pleads.

The prickle starts to feel more like cactus spines with every passing second. “I said I’m not hungry, John.” John. You never call him John. “Just back off.”

But of course, Johnny’s persistence remains. He steels himself for the rest of the harsh words that are sure to spill from your lips. “Look, ye dinnae need to be cunty. I’m only tryin’ tae help ye. It’s better tae eat proper food than chug an energy drink. And ye ken we’re using vacation days for this.”

Your head falls back down to rest on your forearm, your other hand fidgeting with the ties of your sweatshirt’s hood. You’re staring at the ground beneath the table, between your socked feet. “I didn’t ask for your help, Johnny. You just kind of inserted yourself into my business, now you’re wasting your vacation days making sure I get out of bed and eat more than half a bowl of cereal. I didn’t ask you to.”

“Look, I ken,” Johnny sighs. “I ken ye dinnae want me around, but I want tae help ye feel better. I ken it’s hard, but it’s easier tae do it now than tae deal wit’ it on a mission when ye cannae have a Monster. Not tae mention, they’re shite for yer health; the taurine in those things, Jesus.”

“Alright, Johnny, I get it. Just back off,” you grumble, pushing your chair from the table as you stand. “I don’t need your help. Just leave me alone.”

Johnny looks at you softly, almost sadly, as you turn and walk towards your room. “Love, I didnae mean to pester ye, I only want ye better.”

“Why, you can’t deal with me like this?” You spit. 

He’s shocked, taken aback, but he still tries to fix it. “No, I didnae mean it like that, I swear. I only meant-”

“It doesn’t matter what you meant. I don’t care. Might just be better if we broke up, seeing as you don’t want to put up with me anymore.”

“What? No, R/N, I didnae say that! I dinnae want tae throw us away over a little misunderstanding. I love ye, and I want tae marry ye one day. I-” He cut himself off. 

“Look, I don’t care, okay? I mean- wait, what did you say? You want to marry me?”

I'm cutting this here (for the cliffhanger hehe). I'll probably have the other half out for y'all in a few days. I've been extra busy lately and haven't found much time to work on the fics, but I'm trying when I can. Thank you all for being so patient and supporting me!

P.S. I'll upload this to Ao3 later. I'm a bit short on time at the moment.

[frescoisnotinthemilitary]

Thanks for the tag, Spider! I couldn’t get my hair quite right (it’s a bit messier than that) but it’s close enough. I crashed out (as the kids say) and cut it myself. I am on web, yes—I’m kind of like an old man in the sense that I don’t care much for notifications ToT

No-pressure tags! @kaeriustehe @mistermeanor @tetradfreaker @forsaire

I’m starting a picrew chain because I’m bored.

blog vs blogger!

tagging:… @kirks-exquisite-vegan-pancakes, @marthtron, @backseatrhythm, @aimbuddylist, @aspartame-parent and YOU.

[frescoisnotinthemilitary]

Once you get this, you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly. Then you have to send this to ten of your favourite followers (positivity is cool~)🌈🌈

I was tagged in one of these by @polishmenace, too :)

Took a minute but here goes

I like the level of creativity I can hold when I run with a little idea

I like the way I’ve been changing since I’ve started improving my mental and physical health and strength

I like my ability to love easily (you never know who hasn’t had it)

I like the absolute lack of filter I have when I’m around my closest friends because usually I think of the funniest things

I like my willingness to try new things, whether that’s an experience, or food, or a style, etc.

@forsaire @kaeriustehe @tapioca-milktea1978 @alixisdeadlol @leviathanleva

@losersimonriley @justaboredcryptid @blackduck11 @iloveghostfromcod @bewareoffreaker

[frescoisnotinthemilitary]

Don’t mind him, he’s just tired

[frescoisnotinthemilitary]

Part Of Your World AU where you wake up in barracks, and the first thing you hear is Reveille over speakers. You fall out of bed in a room full of soldiers waiting for Selection. They choose the Elite today.

You’re a soldier.

[frescoisnotinthemilitary]

AHH this is awesome :)

@kaeriustehe @tapioca-milktea1978 @alixisdeadlol @worms-for-brains

no pressure my people

New Picrew tag game!

Here's mine! Tagging: @likelyscam @greiiliss @lex-the-lesbiann @apricior @twacn @dip-the-stick and literally anyone else who wants to join, the more the merrier!

[frescoisnotinthemilitary]

For anyone wondering. No.

I don’t work. I don’t sleep. I don’t leave my hole. I dream and run exclusively off jet fuel, Adam Sandler movies, and the occasional strawberry lemonade Monster Rehab. The things around me float and orbit around me due to the gravitational pull of the pure idiocy that surrounds and exists within me.

[frescoisnotinthemilitary]

FIC ANNOUNCEMENT

PREPARE YOURSELVES MY DEAR FRIENDS

ONCE I FINISH FORMATTING YOURE GETTING CHAPTER ONE OF MY NEWEST CREATION

@kaeriustehe @forsaire @tapioca-milktea1978 @sp1derbyt3 TAG YOUR MOOTS