#granted i did not write him as a successful car battery

[lloydskywalkers]

I can’t believe Lloyd used the floating energy ball power he had in All I’m Asking For

askfjhf i was RIGHT thank you ninjago!! for creative lloyd powers!! 

-okay but real talk u know that thing that kills me is that i’ve had this bit in my drafts for a yeAR now and i never posted the fic and i wish i had because like:

i thought it’d be funny and now he IS A CAR BATTERY hnjkghfjg lloyd can now power your car its canon 

[g0ldengubler]

chapter 6~life is a “high” way

(*i do not own this gif*)

A/N: this chapter is honestly one of personal favs because we get to see more of spencer feeling more confident in himself in a way while still being him and it’s just aaaaa :’) tomorrow you will get chapter 7 but then after that, expect chapters to come out a bit slower, including requests (which i am working on currently and thank you so much for sending them my way!). lots of my focus needs to be on my personal life but writing helps me get through all of that hell, so i’m in a very wishy washy position lol. thank you so much for the love on nauseous i love uuuuuu

Category: fluff w smut at the end

CW: road head, d/s dynamic, daddy kink

Word Count: 3282

before you read | last chapter | next chapter (coming soon!*)

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Spencer parks in front of your apartment building and stays in his seat as you get out. You both had decided that packing up right away and not going to lunch was better. That way, you can learn more about each other on the way there. You couldn't wait to get inside that smarty-pants brain of his and find out what's really going on in there.

You shut the car door and start walking, but stop when you don't hear his footsteps behind you. When you walk back to the car, you see Spencer sticking his battery in the cigarette lighter to charge.

"You're more than welcome to come in, y'know." You chuckled.

Spencer looks up at you, licking his lips as he moves some of his hair behind his ear. "It's ok, I don't want to bother."

"You won't be a bother. I've been to yours, now you can come into mine."

"Oh, so that's how that works huh? You have to go into the guys apartment before the guy goes to yours?" Spencer said sarcastically.

"You know what I mean!" You pull open the car and grab his hand, "C'mon, Spence. You'll be fine!"

He giggles under his breath and comes out of the car. After locking it, the two of you head inside and up the elevator to the 4th floor. Once at your door, you unlock it and open up to 4 paws jumping onto you. You hear Spencer gasp in surprise and giggle at his reaction, making it seem like you were giggling at your two buddies. Sitting on your old couch was your next door neighbor, Seth, who was watching Pose on the tv.

"Thank you again for watching the boys while I was gone. I really owe you big time for doing this." you say as you get up from the floor.

Seth gets off of the couch and walks up to you to give you a hug. "Anytime! If anything, they can stay at my place when you go on a case-" He stops and looks over at Spencer, standing awkwardly by the door still and letting the dogs sniff him, "Although, it seems like this new case was a success."

"Shut up, Seth!" You giggle, lightly slapping him on the arm. Realizing you forgot your manners, you quickly try to take it back. "Seth, meet Dr.Spencer Reid. Doc, meet my neighbor, Seth."

Seth reached his hand out to shake, but Spencer politely denies. "Sorry, I-I don't shake hands. It's actually been proven that it's safer to kiss." You catch Seth's eyes looking him up and down. "Seth stop teasing him like that!" You laugh. Spencer wasn't into guys, but somehow Seth looking at him made you a little jealous. You're not even dating the man, y/n shut up, you think to yourself.

"You and I will talk later." He says.

"Oh, Spence! These are my babies. The scottie is Benedict and the husky is Draco."

The room went silent for a moment, Spencer trying to hold in a chuckle. "Yes, I did name them after Benedict Cumberbatch and Draco Malfoy. I've had them picked out since I was a teenager, don't judge."

"Oh c'mon hun," said Seth, "it's adorable that you named them the way you did."

"It is," Spencer spoke, "I didn't depict you as a nerd."

"Oh my god, you kidding? She's probably the biggest nerd I've ever met with all her Sherlock and other crime shows, Harry Potter, Doctor Wh-"

"Ok, I think he gets it Seth!" You cut him off. That was enough embarrassment for today.

"I will say, Benedict or Tom Felton could always come my way."

You slap him on the arm again laughing. You look back at Spencer, who was awkwardly chuckling along with. You then announce that you were going to get in the shower. "Seth, can you take them for a few more nights? We're going up to my dad's cabin back home for the weekend. Also, when I get out and do my makeup, you promised me that you would tell me how your date went last night with 'Mr.Perfect' as you said it."

"Bitch I have ALLLLLL the tea that I'm not missing on spilling!"

"Good. Now you two get along. And Spence," He looks up at you, his hazel eyes looking into you...

"Don't miss me too much, hm?"

Then you walked into your bathroom, trying to wrap your brain on the fact that you just said that to him.

                           ~Spencer's POV~ I can't believe she said that.

She left me here a little turned on. I could start feeling my pants getting tight and had to put my bag over myself as I sat on the couch so then I wouldn't embarrass myself in front of Seth. I looked around her apartment to distract myself of thoughts of being in the shower with her. She had a very interesting aesthetic. Walls white with old picture frames that had beautifully taken old photos in them. The lamps that were in the living room looked like they were from the 70's, old gold coating chipped off at some parts of the stand. While there was a vintage look to her place, it was also very modern at the same time, a minimalistic look took over her kitchen. She had a fake vine hanging from the wall behind her tv, some of it covering her maroon record player. In some ways, our aesthetics were similar. If she had a bookcase in here, I'd feel like I was at my place.

Seth and I began to get to know each other. I came to find out that Seth worked as a bartender at a club, and he enjoyed taking photos for his social media. "I would love to be a photographer," he said, "but right now it's just a hobby that I do mostly during the colder months." He says cold, cloudy days (especially if it's raining) were the best times to take photos, in his opinion.

"So," he says, "you work with y/n at the BAU?"

"Yeah, we've really become good friends in the past 9 days. It's like we've known each other for years. Plus, she's great out on the field. She's definitely someone myself and the rest of the team will never take for granted."

"Thank god," Seth said as I heard the water turn off, "She told me that it was her dream to be a part of the BAU. She would never stop talking about it when she was in college."

"Hm, she never mentioned that to me."

"Well, let her tell you on your way to the cabin. She'll love it."

After a little bit more conversation, y/n came back to the living room. Her hair was damp, not fully wet but not dry either. She had thrown on a white turtle neck shirt with a brown sweater vest over it. She matched it with darker brown corduroy pants, cuffing the bottoms. In her hands was what looked like to be her makeup bag. She sat down in front of the mirror that was in the corner on the left side of the tv (when you look at the tv), beginning the process.

Seth and y/n talk about his date from last night and got pretty detailed about it. He talked about how the man took him to a gay bar that was a few blocks from here, and how they danced and drank the night away. "Oh and then get this," says Seth, "we're pretty drunk at this point, right? Well at one point, the local queen that performed came up to me and tried to flirt and shit, thinking she was all that and a bag of lashes, and he saw how uncomfortable I was and stood up for me. And let me tell you, he was REA-DY to throw hands!"

"Stooooop he's literally a keeper!" y/n says.

Once she was done with her makeup, she gets up and goes back to her room, coming back out with her luggage. She goes over to the door to grab a pair of Vans and comes back to tell Seth and her children goodbye.

"I'll be back in a few days. Thanks again, Seth. I really-"

"Owe me one, I know I know!" Seth cuts her off, "Now go have some fun and relax, you need to after working so damn hard for this job!" He turns to me and waves. "And it was very nice meeting you, Doctor."

"It was nice to meet you, too! But please, you can just call me Spencer."

Seth smiles as we walk out the door. What this trip will bring? For once, I'm letting fate take the lead instead of science.

~Y'N's POV~ It had been about a few hours of being on the road. At this point, you were somewhere in Pennsylvania, but not sure if you were close enough to Philly to grab a cheesesteak. You think back to the start of the drive. You suggested that you'd be the dj because your library on spotify had a full range of genres with some songs you had no clue were in there. "It'd be a fun little journey!" You told Spencer. And that it was, a journey.

You ended up driving right by a dispensary before even leaving DC. Garcia told you that that's where she gets her stuff, but knowing that bringing a lot of weed across the country wouldn't be a fun trip, you two decided to go with the original plan and just wait till you get to Michigan.

You could tell Spencer was getting a kick out of your music library. While majority of the songs he didn't know, he was still being goofy and jamming out along with you, trying to match the same energy you were having. The songs that talked about sex, drugs, and/or alcohol surprised him every time, his jaw dropping or his eyes bulging out of his head as he listened to the lyrics. You couldn't help yourself but laugh at his reactions, which would make him laugh along with you.

You two weren't alone, however. You were pretty much sucking down on the carts you still had, although you both made a deal that whoever was driving could only get a little high if they wanted to, drinking plenty of water and eating snacks to sober you up a bit if needed.

Driving through Pennsylvania, you look out the window and onto the scenery around you. You weren't paying attention, however, because you couldn't stop the dirty thoughts that intruded your mind. You couldn't help to think about giving him head, since you hadn't done it yet because both times he gave you all the pleasure. You couldn't wait to get to the cabin and go straight to your knees for him. Suddenly, you tried to get them out of your head. 'You're getting way too excited, y/n. STOP IT!' you thought to yourself.

You decided to just feel everything around you, taking a few more hits from your pen before taking it in. Nineteen by Movements was playing; it was like you could feel the song itself and everything about it as you looked up at the very tall street lamps passing by. Nothing felt better than this moment. Just you and Spencer out on the open road. It felt like nothing could stop you two. You felt free, but you also felt safe and complete, something you haven't felt in a long time.

At one point, you couldn't take it anymore. It was 2:30am and Spencer was still driving. He told you to get some sleep but you weren't sleepy or tired at all. You tried to feel free but when you did, you thought of Spencer, which led to dirty thoughts. It was like you couldn't escape it, and every time the thoughts came, you couldn't help but secretly rub your thighs together for some kind of friction.

As you tried to get the thoughts out of your head, you look over to see a nice little surprise. The passing lights outside helping you see, you noticed the bulge in Spencer's pants. How in the hell would he be getting hard now of all times? Were dirty thoughts intruding his mind, too? Seeing that made you even more wet than you already were. This was your chance.

You look out to the open road in front of you, and gently graced your fingers across his bulge. You look out the corner of your eye...nothing. Not even a flinch. 'Playing hard to get, hm?' You thought to yourself. So you did it again, which made him shift in his seat a little, still pretending he didn't notice anything. Finally, with some kind of courage that you never knew you had, you grabbed his cock through his pants and slowly started to stroke it. His eyes came out of his head, letting out a small gasp.

"You know I'm driving, right?" He asked, "We could crash if I'm paying attention more to this and not on the road."

You give him a smirk, "It's almost 3am," you begin to say, but then you notice that you're the only car on the road, "and no one else is on the road right now."

You start to undo his belt with your one hand. "You pleasured me twice already," you continue, your hand successfully undoing the belt and undoing the zipper on his pants, reaching inside to pull out his already, fully hard cock, "I need to show my thanks somehow, don't I?"

Spencer shifts in his seat, keeping his eyes out on the road. You were kind of hoping he was looking for somewhere to pull over, but you wouldn't mind doing it as he drove. "You...you already did...b-by inviting me to your dad's cabin."

You stopped stroking and he almost let out a whimper. "I saw that bulge in your pants just a few minutes ago, are you suuuurree you don't want to...daddy?"

Just hearing the word 'daddy' made him grab your hair tightly. You smiled as you shifted your position in your seat to go down on him. When you were ready, Spencer stopped at a red light and pulled your face close to his, lips almost ghosting each other.

"You better make daddy feel good then, since you're being such a fucking brat right now." He whispered as you continued to slowly stroke him again.

You couldn't even react to what he said because once the light turned green, he guided your head down to his cock before letting the tightness on your head go and letting his hand rest on top. You decided to egg on your bratty-ness by teasing the tip, giving him kitty licks at first and then slowly just running your tongue in it, licking up the pre cum.

Spencer tightens his grip again, making you whimper. "I'm not sure doing that is a good idea, angel. Do you want to get punished once we're there?"

You shook your head no, but the thought of him punishing you made you feel yourself drip between your thighs.

Spencer moves his grip from your hair and slaps your ass with a huge SMACK, which made you moan loudly.  "You have to use your words, angel. Unless you want to be a little slut tonight."

You look up at him to see his eyes were still on the road. You smirk as you pump him a few times before taking his head in your mouth. You bob up and down slowly, hearing him grunt and curse under his breath. You step it up by going down a little lower, each time going back up and then going lower until you had all of him in your mouth. You stayed like that for a few moments, gagging on it.

"Oh fuuuck that's it...that's it baby, take my cock in your mouth, just like that." He says before pulling you off to let you breathe. He's quiet for a moment before he says, "Now I'm going to guide you, angel. You're gonna make daddy feel more good than he already was, got it?"

"Yes, daddy." you answer, knowing that he wanted to hear you say again.

He pushes your head back on his cock, moving you head faster than before. He couldn't get enough it, making you gag every so often and pulling you back up. Spencer's cock twitched in your mouth and you knew he was close. He controls your head faster, his rhythm getting sloppy.

"You want me to cum in that pretty mouth of yours, angel? You want daddy's cum?" He growled, trying not to thrust into your mouth as he continues to drive.

"Mhmm!" You moan, which almost made him go over the edge.

"Keep doing that for daddy, moan for me. God, I bet you just love having my cock in your mouth, but I'm sure you're just desperate for my cum."

You moan again. That you were. You wanted his cum so bad in your mouth so you could taste him; taste how good you made him feel.

"Don't...fuck...don't stop doing that, angel...that's it...fuck I'm gonna cum..."

And with that, you feel his cum shoot inside your mouth, letting out moans and cursing. You slowly continued to suck him, getting every last drop. When you did, you move up to face Spencer as he pulled over, showing his cum in your mouth at first and then closing your mouth to swallow and open back up to show him it was gone. The look in his eyes told you that that was the hottest thing he's ever seen.

Spencer pulls you in surprisingly and attacks your lips with his, as if he was hungry for them. He was almost eating your face but you didn't care, you kissed him back and let your tongues play with one another. You both pull away after a bit and he just looks into your eyes. You look into his hazel eyes and felt complete.

"Now, will you stop being a brat and get some sleep?" He asks.

You giggle as you quickly look at the time in the car radio. "It's 3:15," you said, "it's my turn to drive."

"But now you're all tired from pleasing daddy," he jokes, "so you get some sleep, and I'll drive. I really don't mind it. Honest."

"Are you sure?"

Spencer nods his head. You decided to give in and get comfy in your seat.

"Goodnight, Spence." You say as you move the top part of the seat all the way back. You grabbed your traveling pillow and placed it on top of your right arm, laying your head as you turned your body to face away from him.

"Goodnight, angel."

[ahnsael]

My car is finally fixed!

Went to a local Auto Zone that advertises free tests of batteries, alternators, etc to diagnose problems like mine. It was a REAL quick test. “Yup, that battery is DEAD.”

He explained that new cars usually come with cheap batteries, and you’re lucky to get three years out of them (I got about 3½ out of mine).

I told him we did the same thing at Disneyland -- when you buy a light-up toy, odds are it comes with “Rocket” brand batteries, which we got (at the time) for about 1¢ each. And they would last maybe an hour or two (if you were lucky) before you’d notice your toy getting dimmer (granted, we brought LOTS of spare batteries out with us to sell these toys, so any guest that came up to say their toy didn’t last long, I’d explain that the batteries are indeed cheap and don’t last long but when they put better batteries in, the toy will last. And then I’d give them enough batteries to change them out four more times so the toy would last them through the next couple nights of use.

I spent an extra $30 (in theory -- read on) to get a better AGM battery (at least it’s better for my situation -- they tend to recharge faster and withstand extreme hot and cold temperatures, unlike normal car batteries -- and since most of my trips are four miles to or from work, that wasn’t long enough to recharge what battery power I spent on starting the car by the time I reached my destination. And since I work graveyard, my car is outside in sub-freezing temperatures all night this time of year).

The guy said he wasn’t trying to upsell me (he was TOTALLY trying to upsell me), but when I went with the more expensive option (and after we talked Disney for a few minutes -- I’m telling you, once in a while being a former cast member still pays dividends) he asked if I was a veteran and I said “No, but he is” and pointed at my stepdad who was in the Army, and the guy took $20 off the price on the spot, and then he said that he’d take another $10 off if we left the old battery with them (which, THANK YOU, because I don’t want an old car battery to try and figure out how to get rid of).

So in agreeing to spend $30 extra without hemming and hawing over it (I had actually looked at batteries over the past couple days and knew that everything he was telling me matched up with what I had read about AGM batteries vs the standard wet cell battery), I got this battery for the same price as the other one that he had which would fit my car.

No more having to jump-start my car every time I go to work, recharge my jump starter while working, and jump start the car again to get home! No more worrying that I can’t stop at the store on the way home because the store isn’t going to charge my jump starter for me and I may not be able to start my car again to get home. No more leaving the car running when I run into a convenience store and hope I see it if someone tries to get in and drive away.

And now I ramble (yeah, yeah, I hear you shouting “too late, you’re already rambling!” at your computer screen), so here’s a “read more.” Some of you who have followed me for less than two years may learn something about me at the end of this post that may change your perception of me, but since tumblr is the only place I’ve talked (albeit sparsely) about this particular thing. Those of you who know me well already know this unless you missed those posts.

I’ll still keep the jumper in the car “just in case” -- I just have to charge it every 30 days to keep it up to snuff. Plus, it may come in handy if a guest at the casino needs a jump. Though I should check with my boss on that; it may bring up liability issues that we would rather not deal with. I have a feeling that would be a no-go. We’re not even allowed to administer first aid, or even have a first aid kit, because of the liability if we “treat” someone and it goes south somehow. We just call for the ambulance (which I’ve only had to do twice -- once for a lady who fell out of her chair [never did find out why but she was alert and coherent and walked to the ambulance but DID want their help] and once for a guest who had a stroke while at a machine -- and didn’t want the paramedics, he wanted to keep playing video keno with his left hand since he couldn’t lift his right one (we did get him on a gurney, but he literally did not stop playing until paramedics put him on the gurney, and then I cashed him out and gave his money to one of the medics to give to him -- if a friend of his hadn’t told me that he wasn’t okay I wouldn’t have known because other than playing with his left hand when the “play” button is on the right side, he looked okay, but after she told me he needed help and I wasn’t sure if he did I sat down and talked to him and it became very clear that she was right but without asking him about it I would have never realized what was going on, but because she told me that she thought he was having a stroke, and the 9-1-1 operator walking me through some tests which confirmed it, it was caught in time that there was no lasting damage).

But I digress with work stories.

Now to the thing newer people may not know about. As some of you know, I did something REALLY not-smart a couple years ago (I got behind the wheel of a car when I had no business being behind the wheel of a car), and I’ve been dealing with the consequences since then. Nothing too terrible, all things considered (thankfully I didn’t hurt anyone or cause any damage), and finishing the worst part by serving the rest of my 48-hour jail sentence was over in August of 2018. In February of 2019, I was freed of my obligation to attend counseling after the counselor signed off on me not being a continued danger and not likely to re-offend (which I WILL NOT do -- the consequences get worse with successive infractions, and just ONCE was enough to teach me that, even if I hadn’t felt awful for putting my community at risk, the punishment is NOT worth deciding to go to Burger King when I should NOT be driving to Burger King -- fun fact: the Auto Zone I was at today is next door to that very Burger King which I was leaving when I was pulled over).

In August of last year, I was done with “alternative sentencing.” What that was, was I had to call the probation arm of the Sheriff’s Department EVERY SINGLE MORNING to see whether or not they wanted to test me for alcohol in my system (the judge had ordered me to drink ZERO alcohol for a year -- not even NyQuil if I was sick). If they were to find alcohol in my pee test, I had a warrant issued for my arrest. Granted, in May of last year, the head probation officer told me that I didn’t have to call anymore -- but I was subject to search or testing at any time (and they did show up at my house a few times to make sure I was still complying -- they still had to monitor me, but I didn’t have to call anymore because I had earned a degree of trust with them; also they were genuinely nice people and I got along well with them, so our positive relationship may have entered into it as well; when I was officially released from their rolls of “people to watch over,” I went in the day after the judge’s order had expired to verify that I was done with them, and the head guy shook my hand, said “you’re off our rolls,” and admonished me: “Don’t come back”).

But then there was the year of having an interlock device in my car. I didn’t reinstate my suspended license until January of 1999, and that’s when the year (ordered in my August 1998 sentencing) kicked in. It’s not “wait a year and then reinstate your license without having to do this;” it’s “once you reinstate your license, you must have this device in your vehicle for a year from THEN”).

It’s actually been 13 months now. But I wasn’t sure about the process of getting it removed. I asked about it the month before my year was up at the place where I have to get it calibrated once a month, and they said to call the interlock company (this is a car audio place that also handles interlocks, but not the interlock company themselves), and they would tell me how to “petition the court” to get it removed.

I did more research and the interlock company says they need the “monitoring authority’s permission” to allow the interlock to be removed. But they don’t say who the “monitoring authority is” (which is understandable as they are a nationwide company and state laws differ but even when I found a page that broke down the removal process state-by-state, it didn’t say who my monitoring authority was or what kind of “permission” I needed to obtain or how to get it).

But yesterday morning, I emailed the interlock company and the DMV to ask them about the removal. Surprisingly, the DMV got back to me first (still haven’t heard back from SmartStart -- edit, yes I have, see below).

But it was a reply to my email address from a person in the “Drivers License Assessment Team” saying that they had looked at my record and that I was good to come in and get the interlock restriction removed, and that that should be enough for the interlock people.

And, as I was writing this, I got an email from SmartStart saying “Please be informed that removal authorization is not needed if you have had device installed (1) one year from date of when your restricted license was reinstatement.” Grammar aside (”when your license was reinstatement?”), this actually contradicts what the web site says. But I think I’m going to the DMV tomorrow morning to get my restriction removed, and then I’ll call the car accessories store that I’ve been using and make an appointment for its removal (I may have to call SmartStart and have THEM schedule the appointment -- I replied to SmartStart’s email asking with whom I make the appointment, so we’ll see if they replay today).

But the one other major stress in my life is going away. Not that I’m afraid “I may be too drunk to drive” because THAT IS NOT HAPPENING AGAIN but that it has occasional errors, gives me an “ABORT TAMPER” message (which means it thinks I tampered with it somehow) when temps get below 20º, sometimes reboots itself mid-drive (it will test me after about 10 minutes of driving after I start, then about every 45 minutes thereafter to make sure I’m not drinking WHILE I’m driving). When I leave work on a cold morning, I could be sitting in my car for 4-5 minutes before the thing is ready for me to breathe into it -- as I sit there shivering, because without the engine on, the fan isn’t blowing in heated air, it’s just blowing in outside sub-freezing air (and frosting my interior windows as much as it had been outside before I scraped the ice off while waiting for the interlock to warm up).

So that other major stress will be gone soon, too. And then that whole nasty experience is behind me after two years, as long as I’m never stupid enough to do it again. And I do NOT plan on that. My thing is that...I have a co-worker who I used to offer rides to once in a while (I’m off 30 minutes before him, but sometimes I stay and gamble for a bit). He walks a couple miles to/from work. But he doesn’t know about my DUI, and I don’t want him to know about it. I did give him a ride ONCE since then when weather was particularly nasty, but I wend out and started my car while he played a daily tournament, and by the time he got to my car I had gotten it started after passing the breathalyzer. Then I just hoped that it wouldn’t test me before we got to where he lives (I hid the interlock under my seat while he was in there). Fortunately, it didn’t request a re-test until a few minutes after I had dropped him off.

[niniadepapa]

I’m reading The Lost Boys for I what I think is around the 8th time? It’s still soooooo good. Definitely one of my top favorites!! And the fact that tumblr lets me message YOU the author is amazing. I’m never taking this for granted. Jesus I’m emo but god I love it and you and if you ever were to tell us what you’d think the characters were up to now I might cry. Okay that’s a lot but that story helped me get through a tough time in my life so thank you.

okay but this is so sweet ffs you’re gonna make me cry??? thank you so much, a while ago due to real life issues i was kind of considering taking my fics down or changing my username or sth but then i went... no way, mainly bcs of the messages, likes, reviews, etc. that still keep coming from time to time. i loved writing that fic. i loved writing it and getting to share it with you and meeting so many ppl because of it. even if today there is some stuff i may change, or my writing style would be different... i just love knowing it’s there and it can bring me back to that time, where writing this fic and these characters helped me through a time of change in my life too. so thank you for reminding me :)

well, i like to imagine that emma has gotten some proper buzz over her new indie projects and is in the way of getting several nods in awards over those circles. killian and henry are probably trying to convince her to give her dream of directing a go, and even if she says she’s not, she’s considering it (and hoping that graham won’t even hesitate in participating because lbr she’s doing nothing if he’s not on board)

henry’s written several stories in the leather-bound journal august has gifted him over the holidays, birthdays, etc., each new one in a different color. he’s embarrassed to show them to emma and killian, but sometimes he’ll conveniently ‘forget’ the journal at the kitchen table open at the new story he’s finished, and they’ll tell him in the morning at breakfast how much they loved it. so did nana. 

the band is doing great, thanks for asking, no of course they’re not splitting up, that’s just silly - who would take care of victor then? after their last tour, they’re taking a well-earned rest and charging batteries for their new album, which involves a /lot/ of brainstorming at the studio, stupid amount of takeout and several headaches for gold and belle. they’ve also taken to collaborating in singles with other promising artists like marian. the success was so overwhelming that emma bans the song at home and gets dibs on the car radio for a month.

david, to emma’s neverending amusement, finally fell under killian’s bromance spell. they have a private handshake and all. ruby claims an entire two week period of time for the girls to have gal-vacations and takes them to spain (yes. i need my girls here enjoying the sun and the sangria, sue me), and swear never to tell the boys what went down there (’what happened in spain stays in spain’). also emma brings killian a shirt of the local soccer team just to fuck with him. 

nana is just happy to be there. 

to sum it up, they’re all happy :)

[shealwaysreads]

Sterek Fic Recs: The Magic!Stiles Edition

You Only Live Once...Or Twice by @teenshmolf

““Anything,” Derek’s eyes are determined, boring into Stiles’.

Stiles huffs a laugh, “Careful there, big guy. Don’t want to be promising anything to every necromancer you meet. Some might ask for your soul or someth—”

“I’ll give you my soul to bring her back,” Derek says, his voice steady and strong with resolve, “if that’s what you want.”

Stiles’ mouth gapes open for a moment before his brain kicks into gear and he stutters out, “N-no, I don’t ask for that. I only ask for money.”

(Or the one in which Stiles is a necromancer who needs help stopping a rogue alpha and Derek is the solution, but at what cost?)”

This is a really gorgeous fic, full of emotion and it’s fair share of angst but it never feels overdone or hopeless. The characters are all beautifully written, and Stiles and Derek are lovely together. There are major character deaths, which is not something I would usually read, but I just think it is all handled so well that it is worth giving a shot. It has a happy, hopeful ending with resolution of the angst, and our boys driving off into the sunset cracking awful zombie related jokes. Oh. And prepare for Jackson to be your favourite character.

Kiss Me Under the Light of a Thousand Stars by @deleted-scenes

““It was a true love spell,” he admits quietly. “It was supposed to help me find my true love. And apparently I suck at magic as much as I suck at dating because I screwed this up too.”

~~~

In which Stiles' Valentine's Day love spell goes very wrong.

Or perhaps very right.”

This is so so sweet, and so so cute. You’re going to love it. Stiles casts his spell and then Derek fixes it. Derek’s perspective is so well done, and you get to see the full extent of his badass exterior giving way to the marshmallow we all know he is on the inside!

I Fall So Hard And I Call It Magic by @fishcommander 

“Stiles smells different.

It wasn't obvious at first—his car, his clothes, the people closest to him, they all smell enough like his old scent that it overpowers anything new. As far as emotions go, there's the usual anxiety, stress, tension, exhaustion, guilt.

But the base notes of his scent, the primary olfactory information anyone would use to track Stiles, are… stronger now, and not in a way that relates to being unwashed. They're sharper, more noticeable, less human and more…

Magical.”

This is such good fun, lots of moments that made me laugh, fantastic characterisations, and Derek’s perspective is just as sardonic as you think it would be. Stiles and his magic are just so...Stiles. And the way it all unfolds is lovely - the last lines will put a big smile on your face because secretly-a-dork Derek Hale is a beautiful thing.

Night Owls Early Birds  by @lissadiane

“Confession: Stiles is afraid of having magic.

The Spark had been cool. It had been small, manageable. He could do some funky stuff with Mountain Ash, all with the power of belief.

And now here he is, his Spark blown wide open, apparently coming down with a fatal case of magical overload, and all that stands between him and bleeding out is a grumpy owl that looks suspiciously like a feathered version of Derek Hale.

(In which Stiles learns he's a witch, but instead of a wand and a trip to Diagon Alley, he gets blood magic, a grumpy and reluctant owl as his companion, and an accidental blood bond with Derek Hale.)”

This is a fantastic story, with an equally fantastic equal, with a darker side to Stiles having magic. It’s really well written, with funny moments as well as some more horror themed moments! You are going to love Steve. Heed the warnings my lovelies, there is blood and gore throughout. But there is also lovely friendships and Stereky goodness too!

Werewolf Married by @inell

“Shealwaysreads said the perfect summary for this series is: 'Wherein Stiles nuts and runs, suspects any and all fairytale endings, but falls foul of sustained and earnest wooing by his alpha prince Derek Hale'”

I debated keeping this series for a soulmate fic rec, but this has badass Emissary!Stiles and is one of the most fun series I’ve read in a long time, written by my babe @inell. There’s your classic masquerade ball to kick things off, with a werewolf mating bite, but that’s where the standard trope ends. This Stiles is definitely not one for conforming to expectations, and instead of an instant happily-ever-after you get to read a beautifully real feeling relationship develop. The smut is scorching, the fluff is blush inducing, and the characters are amazing. You will love Stiles-Scott-Allison. And you will be so glad to have read this series!

In Desperate Times by @nokomisss

“Stiles gets magic wish-granting powers, but only when he's in danger. He begins to teleport to Derek in increasingly awkward moments.”

This fic had me quite literally wheezing with laughter in bed when I read it. It’s just got so many perfect moments - Derek’s infamous backflip, lucky charms, sneak-attacks. This will all make sense when you read it. Which you should. It’s a ball from beginning to end!

Echo by @saucefactory

“Soon after Deaton begins training him, Stiles starts weaving talismans for the pack.”

This is melancholy and so so beautifully written. Derek’s perspective is the perfect way to see the way that Stiles’ magic is changing him. It’s a really lovely little fic.

Misdirection by @bleep0bleep

“Derek's just moved back to Beacon Hills with his young daughter, whose newest favorite thing is Mr. Stiles and his magic shop. Derek likes Stiles a lot too, except he's a bit worried about how Stiles' magic is... actually real, and the local pack and their Emissary might find that a problem.”

This whole fic is completely adorable. You get yourself a lovely bit of single dad!Derek, magic!Stiles, and a beautifully settled and successful pack in Beacon Hills. Gena and Jimmy are the cutest kids, and Derek and Stiles are just as sweet. It’s a lovely, fluffy little fic to put a smile on your face.

Professional Werewolf Witch by @actualbird

“"Are you going to buy anything else?" Professional Eyebrows says and Stiles would like to buy him. A cup of coffee. On a date.

He just ends up pointing at the crate of whatever the fuck is behind Professional Eyebrows' head and says, "Uh, a box of that stuff."

P.E. turns, glances at the crate, and raises an eyebrow at Stiles. "You want a box of charmed rattlesnake tail?" God, magic is so fucking weird.

"Yeah." Stiles nods because he's making an ass out of himself. The hipster vampire browsing in the corner is not so subtly laughing at him. The sooner he leaves the better.

-

The one where Derek Hale is a Professional Werewolf Witch who owns a magic shop and Stiles fails at being smooth on a regular basis.”

The one where Stiles and Derek are both magical! This is hilarious from start to finish, and all of the accompanying cast are awesome. Scott and his love of dogs is basically who I am inside. This is fluffy and sweet with the perfect amount of snark for our two boys!

Soul seeker by @deleted-scenes

“Sighing, Stiles reaches for Derek’s big hands, cradled in his broad lap, his skin lighting up even more at Derek's touch. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, preparing himself to look for Derek’s soulmate. Whoever you are, he thinks, you better be worth him.”

Okay, so I love everything that deleted-scenes writes - and this is no exception. Stiles’ magic in this fic is really well thought out and the way he and Derek interact is just so perfect. Stiles’ perspective is lovely, and his reaction to Derek is absolutely so on point. The whole fic just makes you happy, and the ending is too beautiful - I adore the scene of Derek protectively held by Stiles.

The Color of Magic by vampireisthenewblack

“Stiles has to perform some kind of protection spell/ritual to stop the latest threat to BH, but according to Deaton and his terrible, terrible magic books, it requires that he willingly take the ‘life essence’ of an alpha within him so he can power the spell. Yep, semen, because druids were giant pervs back in the day. And apparently that shit is like a magical battery.”

This is so much fun from start to finish, very much a magic made them do it scenario - but I’m sure they would have got there on their own in the end! I love the interactions between Derek and Stiles throughout, and the ending is perfect. Not to mention the amazing smut in between ;)

What I Did On My Summer Vacation by @coyotequeens

“There's something weird about Beacon Hills that Stiles can't quite put his finger on. The way everyone in town knows his name the day he arrives. The way they insist the melancholic howling that echoes through the forest every night is just a dog. The way his dad denies getting a dog, even though Stiles comes home to find one sprawled across his bed, some big black thing whose eyes gleam red in the right light. The way that massive oak tree out in the woods vibrates under his touch, pulsing with sickly life.

There's something weird going on in this town, and Stiles is determined to get to the bottom of it.”

I love this fic a lot - it’s one I’ve re-read and honestly every time I read it I love it just as much. It’s beautifully written, and the whole idea of this town-wide pack is so incredibly pleasing. The sterek is slow build, but it’s perfectly done and it’s exactly how the characters would behave in this au I think. You will love all of the characters, and the world building, and oh - the Sheriff - you’re going to love him a lot. All I can say is you are in for a fantastic, long, and really satisfying read. You’ll thank me for it.

B.S.T.P.H.T by @uniwolfwerecorn

“Before Derek has the presence of mind to object, Stiles pushes the paper in his hands and makes for his jeep. “Just read it, okay?” is the last thing he says before slamming the door shut.

He starts the engine, and drives away in record time with gravel scrunching under his tires while Derek stands there dumfounded. He accelerates unusually fast, and the jeep’s back lights disappear into the night.

What. The. Fuck.”

This fic is a great imagining of what the alpha pack could have been like, and the ways that the Hale pack would have been stuck for ideas of how to save themselves. Stiles is a spark in this and enacts a ritual to protect the pack and their assorted loved ones. Derek’s perspective is lovely in this, and his view of the whole pack, and the way he takes Stiles’ advice (which works ofc) is really great to read. And the sex. Whoa boy. Awkward and tender and hot all at once.

Living Links by Miya_Morana

“This is it, he thinks as he dips his fingers into the bowl. No coming back. Once you tie yourself to a pack, to an Alpha, it’s a connection that’ll always be there.”

Oh boy. Short and sweet and so sexy - magical finger-painting is my new fave.

Writ in Hecate’s ink on willing skin by Lenore

"As you're always so fond of pointing out, you're the alpha. When bad shit happens to you, it affects all of us. If someone wants to use your alpha mojo or your wolf force or," Stiles waves his hand, "whatever you want to call it for diabolical purposes? We need to be ready."

This is great - I love the concept of the spell, and the intensity of the ritual itself. And I think with Stiles’ belief written all over him, our Derek will end up bulletproof.

Love Always Wakes The Dragon by hoars

“If you could only protect one person, who would it be?”

“Derek.”

“What would you do to keep him alive? What would you give up?”

“Anything. Everything.”

This is a really unusual fic, the narrative is not chronological, but it is beautifully weaved together. The Hale Pack that is imagined is a strange and dangerous one, but the future they have is beautiful. This fic might not be for everyone, but I really loved it. Try it, I think you’ll like it.

Of Course by @captainbuckingamerica 

“Semantics, Derek thinks. All Derek really remembers is the press of Stiles' lips against his, warm and wet, Stiles' mouth tasting like blue cotton candy, and Stiles' fingers curling into his shirt, and the clack of the roller coaster carts thundering above them. Derek hasn't kissed all that many people in his life, but Stiles is the best kiss he's ever had. He loves kissing Stiles, even now, two years later.

Derek's head rolls back, and he stares up at the ceiling. "I chose Six Flags because you'd never been there," he says, and when his neck rolls again, weakly, to face Stiles, he’s smiling at Derek.

"I know," he says, and Derek thinks, of course you did.”

This is beautifully written, heed the tags though - our darling boy Derek doesn’t have a great time to start with. But his and Stiles’ interactions are gorgeous, and it is the sweetest of endings, I promise.

All My Kingdoms Turn to Sand by @elisera 

“The real question is what Stiles wants. If he’s looking forward to seeing Derek again because they’ll complete what they started a long time ago or if Stiles is nervous because he’s feeling apprehensive. There’s a real possibility that he told the pack to finally send Derek up in order to tell him thanks, but no thanks. A lot can happen in six years; people change and grow apart and it isn’t like they were allowed to talk.”

This is wonderfully done - there is so much world building and back story implied that just makes it such a rich scenario. Stiles and Derek and all of their interactions are beautiful, and the closing scene is so happy making. 

We Put Down Roots Here by @bella8876

“A packs connection to its territory is sacred, it’s the place that they call home, the place that they draw their strength, the place that protects them and shelters them. As long as the wolves care for the land, the land will care for the wolves.

After the fire when Derek and Laura left Beacon Hills, they left the land, and the land left them. For the past eight years the territory had been Hale’s in name alone. But that was going to change, tonight.”

This is another lovely pack fic, there’s so much emotional punch at the end you’ll adore it. It’s a really interesting spin on Stiles practicing magic, and a lovely exploration of what pack is.

Last Call by @coyotequeens

“He doesn’t come to The Beacon to pick up people. It’s precisely the reason why he doesn’t go anywhere else. People in this neighborhood know him, know he’s not interested in being hit on, which allows him to have a drink in peace. Derek knows he’s good-looking, but the type of people it attracts disgust him. At least other werewolves can smell the unfriendliness on him and stay away, but that doesn’t stop everyone. He went to a gay bar with his coworker Isaac once and it was horrifying.”

You think this is going to be a snarky, sexy, hookup fic - and yes it is all of those things. BUT ALSO. Magic!Stiles, unexpected!feels, and ‘it’s-meant-to-be’ dreams. It’s all good stuff.

That Which You Cannot Undo by uraneia

“By twenty-eight, Stiles has resigned himself to a quiet life of working in his magic shop, selling Jackson Whittemore fart-inducing tea, and looking after his goddaughter. It's a good life. But the quiet goes to hell when his sister, Lydia, shows up with a crispy werewolf in her trunk and a bite mark on her shoulder, because hard on her heels comes the hottest person Stiles has ever seen, and he happens to be looking for his uncle.

You know, the dead guy Stiles helped Lydia bury last night.

(Or: the Pracitical Magic AU nobody asked for.)”

This is one of my favourite magic!Stiles fics - the world that the author has built is so believable and I adore Stiles and Lydia as siblings - their interactions are wonderful. This has everything I love - great Stiles & his friends interactions, Stiles as a parent, Scott being awesome, Lydia being awe inspiring, and Derek being his beautiful self. The last line will have you grinning all day.

Only By Entering the Wolf’s Den by @spurisani

“Stiles gets a call for help from his old babysitter, Laura Hale, after a slew of magical sabotage to the restaurant/gastropub she runs with her brother Derek. Mysterious magical and supernatural shenanigans are Stiles' bread and butter, so who is he to deny what's basically family?

Even if it does mean facing his age-old, hopeless crush on Derek again, and the fact that Derek hates him.”

This fic is an absolute joy to read - it’s got so many of my favourite things. Magic!Stiles, alive!Hales, chef!Derek, miscommunication, pining, baddie of the week. It’s got it all, and so many funny moments and sweetness and amazing character interactions. And the sterek is gorgeous - it’s the happiest of happy endings!

That’s all for this fic rec edition - I hope you love these fics as much as I do! Feel free to drop me a line with any suggestions for future fic rec editions you’d like to see!

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Did NASA Really Send Astronauts 1000 Times Further Than They Can Today – 50 Years Ago?

I grew up as the biggest fan of the “moon missions”, idolizing them since I was a child. As a four year old in 1969, my Air Force Major father gave me a VIP publicity packet of “Apollo 11” pictures. It contained a dozen 9×12 color photographs of the mission, which I thereafter hung on my cherished bedroom wall shrine to immortalize the occasion.

I saw these pictures of “men on the moon” every day for ten years, or some 3650 times, from the age of four to fourteen, before I even considered the possibility of their falsification. Fortunately, as a fourteen year old, I was still open-minded enough at the time to consider, at least the possibility of, a grand government deception about the technologically unrepeatable moon landings, done on the first attempt with 1960’s equipment, yet impossible today, even with 50 years of improved rocketry and computers.

If I went into all the proof of the moon landing fraud, it would take a book, which I am presently writing with the hope of an early 2020 release. Just ask yourself if there has ever been a technological advancement in the entire history of the world, such as the first airplane, the first automobile, or nuclear power, that was not far surpassed 50 years later, much less no one on earth was able to even repeat it 50 years later? Just ask yourself if there has ever been an occasion in the entire history of the world in which precious 175 billion dollar technology, and all of the original records and videos of it, were intentionally destroyed afterwards? (Only done so to hide the evidence of the fraud.)

I am a big fan of Mike Adams and Natural News. He is one of the ultimate “Truthers” on the planet. At the same time, I am fearful that this moon-landing-fraud subject is too controversial even for him. Yes, I believe that the earth is a sphere and that manned space travel into earth orbit is possible, and that unmanned probes beyond that are possible as well. This is about arrogant government corruption and their falsification of scientific data, not geography. The shape of the earth could be a triangle, and our federal government is still corrupt beyond imagination. If they are corrupt enough to kill millions of innocent people in repeated needless wars, then I think they are capable of counterfeiting one accomplishment in a television studio.

We have to take a stand for the Truth, even if it is unpopular or sounds “crazy”.  Mike, if you publish this article on Natural News, I will give you a chance to have the exclusive first release of the following information, which I was previously reserving for my 2020 book’s release.

One of my high-ranking military sources observed the filming of the first “moon mission” himself. He did not want his testimony published until ten years after his death, which has now passed, for fear that his family could be murdered as retaliation. He was even warned of this specific penalty, face to face by threatening superiors, 50 years ago when he first eyewitnessed the “moon landing” being filmed inside of two airplane hangers at Cannon Air Force Base in Clovis New Mexico.

It was June 1-3 in 1968, about a year before the first official “moon landing” supposedly took place. President Johnson said that the United States federal government was going to achieve martyred Kennedy’s goal to put a man on the moon by the end of 1969, “Come hell or high water!” The only way for the President to assure its success, and not risking killing three national heroes on live international television, was to stage it, like a bluff in poker.

President Johnson personally authorized the faking of the moon landing in order to guarantee its success. Therefore, the military code name for the deception was called “Slam Dunk”, in that by faking the moon mission, thus guaranteeing it, made it a “Slam Dunk”, or an easy victory.

President Johnson gave my military source, who was the security chief for Cannon Air Force Base, his personal list of names whom he permitted to enter the facility in order to observe the unusual event. President Johnson himself was there for the first of three days of filming on the elaborate “moon” set, which was supervised by the United States Air Force’s “Special Operations Unit” and the Central Intelligence Agency’s “Slam Dunk” task force.

These are the names, in the order in which they appear, on President Johnson’s list of permitted visitors into the secure airplane hanger inside of Cannon Air Force Base . . .

Lyndon Johnson – President

Neil Armstrong – NASA Astronaut

Edwin Aldrin – NASA Astronaut

Wernher von Braun – Rocket Designer

Robert Emenegger – Image Consultant

Eugene Kranz – NASA Flight Director

James Webb – NASA Administrator

Joseph Kerwin – NASA Astronaut

Thomas Paine – NASA Administrator

Glynn Lunney – NASA Flight Director

Christopher Kraft – NASA Founder

James Van Allen – Radiation Expert

Arthur Trudeau – Army Intelligence

Donald Simon – Unknown (Navy)?

Grant Noory – Unknown (CIA)?

Even though President Johnson was eligible for reelection the following year, as he only served a quarter-term after President Kennedy’s assassination, he smartly decided not to run. Historian’s assumed that this was because of the controversial Vietnam War, yet Nixon was elected twice by landslides regardless of the same. The real reason for Johnson staying out of the Oval Office in 1969 was that the faking of the moon landing was about to occur, and who knew if that would work? If Johnson got caught doing it, that would be one heck of a legacy to leave for all time, so he adamantly avoided that potentiality.

Democrat Johnson instead meticulously laid the groundwork for the moon landing fraud, which Republican Nixon obviously approved, yet was still too fearful of it to even show up for the historic launch, literally distancing himself from it, should the deception unravel. This should show us clearly that the battleground before all Americans is not “Democrat vs. Republican”, as that is just as much of a distracting ruse as the moon landings are. The dragon for all Americans to slay is the United States federal government, who’s CIA murdered Kennedy, attacked their own soldiers to enter the Vietnam War that killed a million souls, and who had the arrogant audacity to siphon 175 billion dollars from the people under their care to stage the moon landings, thereafter spending the money on all of these illegal murderous activities.

If we do not put a stop to all of this, then American’s hard earned money will be used to buy the very bullets to kill their own honest countrymen, who are in the process of exposing this corruption for the benefit of all. Exposing the moon landing fraud is just the right medicine that the sick American nation needs, as the disclosure of this outrageous deception would finally bring about a much needed overhaul of the corrupt United States federal government and its many rogue “intelligence agencies”.

I recently confirmed the details of this foregoing information with my military source’s son, who house was then burglarized a few days later. The only things stolen were the documents relating to this event. A few days after this, he received two more visitors, this time face to face, who threatened the lives of his children if he spoke of his father’s participation in the moon landing fraud to a journalist ever again. I have notified the Tampa FBI to provide whistleblower protection for him.

My sources name, who was the head of security at Cannon Air Force Base in 1968, who personally eyewitnessed the faking of the first “moon landing” there inside of two airplane hangers converted into a large television studio, was Cyrus Eugene Akers.

I produced a half million dollar documentary on this subject (linked below), which was entirely financed by a prestigious board member of an aerospace company that builds rockets for NASA. He knows from an engineering point of view that the supposed moon rocket did not have enough fuel to leave earth orbit, that the lunar module batteries did not have the capacity to run air conditioning nonstop for three days against an outside temperature of 250 degrees F, and that antique NASA computers, which were one-millionth as fast as a cell phone, did not have the ability to calculate thousands of mile per hour trajectories in real time without inadvertently killing the crews. This is precisely why all of the moon landing equipment, the specifications, the flight data, and the original videotapes, were intentionally destroyed afterwards. This itself is proof of the fraud, because if you spent 175 billion dollars to develop a real technology, the last thing you would do is destroy all of the costly hardware and data afterwards.

Here we are, fifty years later, and instead of space travelers being in another solar system by now, having been to Mars ten years after the moon landing, four decades ago, and with several established moon bases there today, none of which ever happened, NASA can now only send astronauts one-thousandth the distance to the moon, even with five decades of better rockets and computers. If I told you that Toyota, 50 years ago, made a car that could go 50,000 miles on one gallon of gasoline, yet today, with five decades of better technology, their best car can only get 50 miles per gallon, or one-thousandth the distance, you would easily recognize the first claim as the forgery that it was.

If it were not for people’s pride and emotional attachment to this grandiose boast, they too would equally recognize the unrepeatable claim, also with only one-thousandth the capability fifty years later, as the corrupt government fraud that it sadly is. Seeing how it is impossible for technology to go backwards, which it seemingly has, though only in this one instance in the entire history of the world, it can only mean that the 1969 claim was a scientific forgery. It is that simple, and that corrupt.

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WE ARE ALL TYPE A, ALPHA LIONS WHO WOULD ONLY PLAY A DECK WITH THE HIGHEST RISK AND REWARDS WHICH SUBSEQUENTLY RESULTED IN THE BEST LIFE CAN OFFER TO THE WORST. ★LISTED BELOW ARE SOME OF THE BEST, WORST, MOST EXCITING AND DANGEROUS EXPERIENCES WE SHARED TOGETHER: ★SOUTH AMERICA: 1st HAND EXPERIENCE WITNESSING DRUG CARTEL ACTIVITY, PERSONALLY PARTYING AND BEFRIENDING MEMBERS OF LOCAL GANGS, REGIONAL CARTEL MEMBERS, REAL ESTATE BUSINESS INVESTMENT WITH CORRUPT & FAKE GOVERNMENT OFFICIALS, VARIOUS ORGANIZED EXTORTION ACTIVITIES FROM LOCALS UP THE CHAIN OF REAL LIFE EXTORTIONIST IN SOUTH AMERICA. ONE WAY I CAN DESCRIBE IT AS EVERYONE YOU MEET AND DISCUSS YOUR INTENTIONS WITH IS SOMEHOW CONNECTED AND YOU BECOME IMMEDIATELY TARGETED AND STUDIED FOR APPROACH BY THE MOST SENSIBLE METHOD. EVERYONE FROM THE LOCAL PROP PLANE AIRLINE PILOTS TO THE STREET VENDORS. EVERYONE HAS A JOB, EVEN IF IT IS ONLY SIMPLE OBSERVATION. ★SUICIDE EPIDEMIC: SUICIDES IN OUR LIVES WERE EXTREMELY PREVALENT AND SOMETHING THAT WE EXPERIENCED PERSONALLY INCLUDING DANNYS BIOLOGICAL FATHER WHO KIDNAPPED HIM AT AGE 5 AND AFTER RETURNING HIM A DAY LATER WAS TOLD BY THE MOTHER THAT HE WOULD NEVER SEE HIS SON AGAIN. HE IMMEDIATELY DROVE TO THE SKYWAY BRIDGE, CLIMBED TO THE HIGHEST POINT AND JUMPED TO HIS DEATH. ANOTHER VERY DISTURBING EXPERIENCE WAS WHILE IN COLLEGE AT THE UNIVERSITY OF FLORIDA ON HALOWEEN NIGHT I WAS ASKED BY MY CHILDHOOD FRIEND TO PICK HIM UP ON MY WAY TO GO OUT. WHEN I ARRIVED AT HIS HOUSE HE WAS HANGING BY ROPE, GREEN AND YELLOW AND DEAD. WE WILL BE SHARING OVER 20 SUICIDES THAT DIRECTLY AFFECTED OUR LIVES DUE TO THE EXTENT OF OUR PERSONAL RELATIONSHIPS TO THE VICTIMS. ★MURDER, ROBBERY, THEFT AND VIOLENT CULTURE WE PARTICIPATED AND WERE VICTIMS OF. WE WILL SHARE STORIES THAT MOST PEOPLE COULD NOT SURVIVE TO TELL. OUR ABILITY TO PHYSICALLY DOMINATE MOST PEOPLE COMBINED WITH OUR EXTREME ANGER ISSUES RESULTED IN NUMEROUS VIOLENT INCIDENTS THAT SHOULD HAVE KILLED US AND INCARCERATED US MUCH LONGER. HAVING MONEY IS THE KEY TO OUR AMERICAN CRIMINAL JUSTICE SYSTEM. ★PRISON INCARCERATION - 1ST HAND EXPERIENCE BEING INCARCERATED FOR MAJOR VIOLENT CRIMES INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO ASSAULT, AGGRAVATED BATTERY, TAMPERING WITH A WITNESS, ASSAULT WITH A DEADLY WEAPON, BATTERY ON LAW ENFORCEMENT OFFICER, ATTEMPTED MURDER AND OTHER LIFE CHANGING DECISIONS THAT RESULTED IN PRISON TIME AND LOST FREEDOM. EXPOSURE TO PRISON GANGS AND THE MYTH AND REALITY OF PRISON VIOLENCE AND HOW EACH EXPERIENCE IS COMPLETELY DIFFERENT BASED ON THE INDIVIDUAL WHO IS IN THAT POSITION. MANY BREAK JUST LIKE MANY BREAK TRYING OUT FOR THE ARMY RANGERS OR TRYING OUT FOR VARSITY FOOTBALL. WELL WHEN YOU ARE 6'1 275lbs , PLAYED COLLEGE FOOTBALL LINEBACKER AND FULLBACK, MADE THE PROFESSIONAL ARENA TEAM IN ONE PRACTICE UNTIL A BACKGROUND CHECK REVEALED A VIOLENT FELONY CONVICTION ALONG WITH OVER 35 ARREST THE DREAM ENDED. POINT IS OUR BROTHER HAD A MILLION BLESSINGS THAT WERE AN INTEGRAL PART OF OUR EXECUTION OF PLANS AND THAT WAS HIS ANGER ..... THAT SAME ANGER ALSO MUST HAVE MADE US A FEW MILLION GIVE OR TAKE. NOW A SUCCESSFUL HUSBAND, FATHER, BUSINESS MAN, MENTOR, PASTOR AMONG OTHER POSITIVE LIFE ACHIEVEMENTS. ★CALIFORNIA GREEN RUSH 1995 - 2008 THE FULL CYCLE LATE 90s and EARLY 2000 CALIFORNIA WEED INDUSTRY. OUTDOOR FARMS IN THE EMERALD TRIANGLE. THE ENTIRE PROCESS FROM 1 KIDS PERSPECTIVE WHO ROSE FROM A 20/hr FARM HAND TO A 700 ACRE RANCH CAPTAIN IN ONLY 3 YEARS TO BECOMING A TOP DISTRIBUTER TO THE EAST COAST. HIS STORY STARTS IN ST. PETE AND ONTO THE UNIVERSITY OF FLORIDA AND THEN IN THE BIG YEAR OF 96 HE LEFT ALONE IN HIS VW BUG ALL THE WAY TO LA TO HUMBOLDT COUNTY WHERE HIS CAREER BEGAN IN THE FARMING STAGES OF OUTDOOR MEDICINAL MARIJUANA RISING TO MASS TRAFFICKING & DISTRIBUTION IN MAJOR CITIES ON THE EASTERN COAST, THE HIPPIE MAFIA AND ITS INFLUENCE IN THE FARMNG INDUSTRY, AND EAST COAST DISTRIBUTION. ★COLLEGE & TAMPA BAY NIGHTLIFE SCENE: CALL IT TIMING, CALL IT LUCK, CALL IT FATE...I DONT CARE ... ALL I KNOW IS EVEN THOUGH I WAS GIVEN A PELL GRANT TO GO TO COLLEGE I WENT BECAUSE OUR NEW BROTHER FROM CAJUN LAND HAD A FAMILY CONNECT IN MIAMI THAT FRONTED HIM 60 THOUSAND PILLS ... THESE PILLS COST 25 RETAIL AND HE ONLY WANTED BACK 5 A PIECE. REMEMBER THIS WAS 1993 AND X WAS COMPLETELY NEW TO OUR GENERATION. WHEN I ARRIVED AT FLORIDA NOONE SOLD OR USED X ....WITHIN 1 SUMMER AFTER A JOINED THE TOP PARTY FRAT WE QUICKLY BECAME VERY POPULAR AND MONEY STARTED TO GROW LIKE GRASS IN THE FLORIDA SUMMER. ONCE I DECIDED TO HEAD BACK TO TAMPA THE X GAME BECAME SOMETHING WE DID FOR FUN BECAUSE THE REAL MONEY WAS IN THE CORPORATE DOT COM DECADE. ★ THE CORPORATE DOT COM GREEN RUSH: CALL IT TIMING, CALL IT FATE, CALL IT LUCK I DONT GIVE A FUCK. I WAS ABLE TO INCREASE MY FIRST SALARY AT 23,400 to 265,000 in 3 years...NOT ENOUGH WHY ... NOT GREED ....WELL NOT GREED BY ME, GREED FROM THE CORPORATION TAKING 90% OF MY WORK, PAYING ME 265,000 WHEN I BROUGHT THE COMPANY OVER 4 MILLION REVENUE A YEAR WITH HALF BEING PROFIT ... QUICK MATH WAS 10% PAY FOR MY CONTACTS, CLIENTS, PEOPLE I BECAME FRIENDS WITH.....NOPE ....LEFT AND SUCCESSFULLY OWNED AND OPERATED A COMPANY FROM MY HOUSE FOR OVER 10 YEARS GENERATING AN AVERAGE LEGAL MONTLY INCOME OF 25k with a 3 YEAR PERIOD MAKING 50K A MONTH..... WELL IT IS TRUE WHEN A KID FROM THE HOOD WHO HAD NEVER BOUGHT A CAR AND WHO COULDN'T AFFORD FOOD AS A KID NOW HAD MONEY FLOWING IN LIKE A FLOOD WITH NO END IN SIGHT, OR IN MY SIGHT..... THIS IS WHERE THE STORY BUMPS TO A NEW LEVEL ... MO MONEY, MO PROBLEMS ... BIGGIE KNEW ! WE HAVE SURVIVED THROUGH MANY MAJOR VIOLENT INCIDENTS AND OTHER BAD CHOICES THAT LED TO PRISON INCARCERATION AND DEATHS ASSOCIATED WITH ADDITIONAL VIOLENCE AND TROUBLE THAT WE WERE ABLE ESCAPE AND/OR LEARN FROM. THIS IS JUST A SAMPLE ... WE WANT TO CAPTURE THESE EVENTS AS BEST WE CAN TO PROVIDE OUR AUDIENCE THE MOST HONEST AND COMPLETELY COMPELLING STORIES FROM OUR EXPERIENCES. WE APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCEFOR THE GRAMMATICAL MISTAKES AS THIS IS JUST A ROUGH DRAFT OVERVIEW. PLEASE CHECK BACK FOR UPDATES AND A DATE WHEN THE BOOK WILL BE RELEASED. WE ARE GOING TO WRITE THIS OURSELVES TO ENSURE THAT THE MOST REALISTIC AND DETAILED INFORMATION IS PROVIDED. Additional links: www.OurTrueStory.com www.Twitter.com/OurTrueStoryBio www.Instagram.com/OurTrueStoryBio www.OurTrueStorycom.Blogspot.com