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TickleTober Day 7, Fidget:
Summary: Peridot ends up accidentally tickling Lapis and doesn’t understand why she’s laughing. Lapis shows her.
Characters: Switch! Peridot, Switch! Lapis
Warnings: None, just a tickle fic!
Peridot was a very expressive person. Temperamental, aggressive, egotistical, always so sure of herself and confident even when she had no place to be. It didn’t seem like pairing her up with Lapis, much less having the two live together would end of anything short of disastrous. But it worked. Despite Lapis being reserved, blunt and forceful, Perdiot’s invasive nature revealed the better parts of the two of them, the desire for healthy connection, a love for the new world around them; Peridot showed Lapis that their was more to life than just living. Lapis too saw past Peridot’s initial impressions to recognise her as the passionate, supportive determined gem that she was, leaving the two as a beautiful dichotomy of blue and green.
Lapis picked up on some of Peridot’s more smaller quirks as well. Her tendency to go non-verbal when she was upset, the excited tone in her voice whenever she got the chance to explain something and, most adorably, the way she moved. Lapis could practically feel the joy in Peridot emanating from her movements, she was hyper, frantic, unable to sit still most of the time. Peridot often talked with her hands, though Lapis noted that she always had to be doing something with her hands, rubbing them together, holding them behind her back, she couldn’t just sit still.
Lapis noticed it now, when the two were sitting on their shared balcony on the barn, when the sky was a blackberry colour and the air was frigid and cool. She’d all but zoned out, the static noise from the TV (Camp Pining Hearts as usual) being the only thing keeping her awake and providing a dim glow of the couch. Peridot was sitting cross legged, intrigue spilling from her eyes, whereas Lapis had slumped over on the couch, lazily following along. Her real interest laid on Peridot, while her body was mostly still, Lapis took note of the way her legs shook whenever something excited happened and the way her fingers was wriggling and flexing about, itching for something to do. Wordlessly, she placed her hand in Peridot’s lap, to which she looked down at it, confused.
“You know, if you want something to mess around with, and stuff,” Lapis explained bashfully, but snuck a glance at Peridot’s face, overwhelmed by her smile, who seemed to take this as a big deal. Willingly relinquishing her control didn’t seem like something Lapis would do for just anyone, it made Peridot feel special. Special to her.
“Thanks!” She tried to keep it casual though, gently taking Lapis’ hand in her own, starting to play about with her fingers. It felt oddly relaxing, the feeling of her fingers being pulled apart and scrunched back up, or Peridot’s fingertips rubbing her knuckles. She flipped Lapis’ hand around so that it was bottoms up before starting to trace the lines in her palms, over and over again, Peridot probably liked how soft her skin felt there.
Lapis’ face twisted slightly as she thought the urge to smile, nonchalantly covering her mouth with her hand. Up until now, Peridot’s touch felt dull, but nice given how warm her hands were compared to Lapis’ freezing ones. But something about how she was so gently tracing her fingers against Lapis’ palms was already threatening to make her crack up, the tingly feeling already coursing through her arm.
She managed to keep her composure, for a bit at least, though Peridot’s fingers remained steadfast. She started tracing against Lapis’ fingers like how one would doodle in a sketchbook, drawing little shapes and patterns, zig-zags, squares, circles. Lapis decided it was much, much worse to know where Peridot’s fingers would go next as opposed to not knowing, knowing she’d just have to sit there and take it.
Well, she could just pull her hand back but how could she disappoint Peri like that? Plus, this wasn’t totally awful…
Lapis’ breaking point was when Peri starting using her nails, starting to draw bumps between her palm lines. She couldn’t help but crack up, starting to cackle as she figured to just let her hand slip down from her mouth, showing off a rare smile of hers.
“Lapis, you do know this part of the show isn’t meant to be funny, right?” Peridot asked, tilting her head in a perplexed fashion at Lapis’ outburst.
“Yohohur tickling mehe,” she informed her, though that did nothing to help Peridot, who slowly blinked at her.
“What’s ‘tickling’?” Peridot sounded out the word carefully, all she was doing was touching Lapis’ hand, how could this be different from any other forms of touch?
“I-It’s whehen you tohohuch someone and it mahahkes them laugh,” Lapis offered, she’d only learned about it through Steven who didn’t know more than that himself, so she wasn’t really sure how to explain.
“How could touching someone make them laugh?” Peridot asked, dissatisfied. Like most things relating to touch, this ‘tickling’ thing eluded her. Though, at that innocent enough question, a little idea sparked in Lapis’ head on now she could help Peridot understand this.
“Here, why don’t I show you?” Peridot considered this for a moment before giving Lapis a slow nod in confirmation, and was promptly hoisted into Lapis’ lap. She curled up comfortably, being much shorter than the other gem. Her head was tilted upwards to look at Lapis, confused but content.
“I’ll go slow, okay?” Lapis noted, knowing that Peridot wasn’t the most touchy person. Delicately, she placed her hand on Peridot’s stomach before shallowly kneading her fingers against her skin. Peridot felt her body grow ridged and tighten up, her breath getting caught up in her throat, suddenly feeling a compulsive need to both cling to Lapis’ hand whilst simultaneously batting it away.
“W-whahaht is thiiihihis?!” Peridot squealed, her still body starting to come to life, wiggling and flailing about in Lapis’ lap. Lapis secured one arm around Peridot’s waistline to prevent her from tumbling down onto the floor.
“Tickling,” she offered simply, digging in her fingers a little deeper which earned a ton more cute snickers from Peridot.
“It’s-ihiht’s like pahahahain, but nice!” Peridot decided, still trying to wrap her head around the whole thing, Lapis being so light at least allowed her to think. She didn’t want to get away, but it was as if her body had developed a mind of its own, one that oh so desperately wanted this to stop.
“You like it, huh?” Lapis noted, starting to grow a little more bold at that information, starting to squeeze around Peridot’s hip and the bottom of her side with the hand wrapped around her waist.
“Pfft-bahahahaha, yeahahah, dohohohon’t yohohohou?!” Peridot screeched, all her little giggles and squeaks being squeezed out of her, softy pounding her feet against Lapis’ thighs. Lapis blushed lightly and averted her gaze at the question, focusing instead on squeezing up and down Peridot’s sides.
“This isn’t about me,” she decided, not technically lying. Peridot was squirming like a fussy child, shifting and tossing and turning; it felt good to do that, like she was letting go of all the excess energy she still had in her body, resulting in a frantic relaxation.
“M-my sihihihihdes are sohoHOHO bad!” Peridot squealed, coiling her arms around her face to try and hide the bright blush that was appearing for whatever or reason.
“Oh, really?” Lapis asked, fully slipping back into confidence as she began digging her thumbs deep into Peridot’s sides, travelling up and down the pudgy skin. Lapis made sure to give special attention to her lower ribs, plucking and squeezing at them.
“OHOHO CLOHOHOD, LAHAHAPIS, WHYHYHY?!” Peridot screamed, mouth opened up wider than she thought was possible as bleating laughter joyfully, uncontrollably poured out of her mouth, like she was overflowing with ticklishness.
“Just, let me know when your ready for this to stop, okay?” Lapis asked attentively, a little worried about how much of this Peridot could handle, especially since this was her first time. Peridot barely lasted a few more moments before her grip on Lapis’ dress tightened, kicking her feet all around in the air.
“PLEAHAHAHASE STOHOHOHOP!!” Peridot choked out through her laughter, to which the tickling ceased almost immediately. Though Lapis’ touch didn’t leave her just yet, tenderly rubbing up and down the gem’s sides to brush away any lingering tickles while Peridot caught her breath.
“There there, it’s all over,” Lapis comforted her dutifully, much to Peridot’s appreciation though it did make that little blush of hers worse.
“Thanks, uh, that was really informative and..” Clod, why was it so hard to say she just enjoyed this stupid thing? “enjoyable, so thank you, for that.” Peridot voiced, looking away shyly.
“It’s no problem,” Lapis smiled at her, her hands leaving Perdiot’s side finally, leaving the gem sitting in her lap. Peridot shifted about, the shorter gem sitting up on her knees to be at eye level with Lapis, something ecstatic evident in her expression.
“So, your also ticklish, huh?” Peridot asked, for some reason finding it easier to talk about someone else’s…sensitivity rather than her own. Lapis, on the other hand, did not, a little stunted before she nodded slowly.
“Would you let me tickle you then?” Peridot asked with zero tact, her openness about this subject just worked to fluster Lapis even more, who couldn’t really deny that she would want that.
“Just uh, keep this between us, please,” Lapis asked coarsely, not willing to explain right now that liking tickling was a bit more than embarrassing for her.
“Whatever you say!” Peridot agreed immediately, not thinking to question it. She thought for a moment, both her and Lapis could be a bit iffy about touch sometimes, so she started by just hovering her fingers next to Lapis’ armpits, unknowingly instilling a terrible sense of anticipation in the poor gem. Suddenly, she snuck her hands beneath Lapis’ armpits, wiggling about four fingers against each one.
“Ahaha-hahahahaha!!” Lapis’ laughter came out a little hoarse and awkward, she wasn’t used to laughing so much, though Peridot was being lovingly gentle, making it easy to give into the sensations.
“Wow, Lapis, I didn’t expect someone as strong as you to be this ticklish!” Peridot praised her, wearing a blissful, happy expression, as opposed to Lapis’ timid giggling.
“Thahahahnks, I thihihink,” Lapis responded though the appreciation in her tone was obvious. Lapis’ arms clamped down to her sides, causing Peridot to wiggle her fingers free, deciding to focus on Lapis’ stomach. Her nails scribbled against the soft fabric of her dress, sometimes going in circles, other times just randomly skittering her fingers all about her torso.
“Nohohohohoho!” With her arms now free, Lapis buried her face in her hands and pounded her feet against the floor, occasionally wiggling around or jutting sharply whenever Peridot switched spots.
“I see why you seemed to enjoy uh, tickling me Lapis, this stuff is really fun, we should do it more!” Peridot babbled out, even though she wasn’t trying to tease Lapis, she was doing an impressive job at it, blots of dark blue covering her cheeks.
“I-ihihihf you wahahahant to..” Lapis offered meekly, though Peridot knew that she wasn’t the type to do something to appease other, she must really want this.
“Thanks!” Peridot cooed appreciatively, starting to get a little more experimentative, Lapis had been solely tickling her upper body before, and Peridot, ever the completionist, wanted to test out some other spots. She started off with her upper thighs, tracing her fingers down there from Lapis’ tummy as to not catch her off guard, before kneading her fingertips into her thighs.
“Eeeek!!” Lapis started bucking around even more, Peridot hopped off of her lap to allow her to squirm, going back to sitting cross legged next to her. Lapis brought her hand to her face, gently biting down on it to muffle her loud squeaking, which Perdiot found pretty cute. Scientifically speaking, of course.
“Wow, are everyone’s legs this ticklish or is it just you?” Peridot asked earnestly, only fuelling Lapis’ embarrassment, who flailed her legs about in the air a little harder.
“I-I dohohohn’t kn-eeeep!!” Lapis squealed as Peridot pinched the underside of her knee, all her thrashing about had left her pretty exposed. She tried to correct that, tucking her legs in closer, though this just allowed Peridot to keep on scribbling against her thighs for a little while, still trying to gauze Lapis’ sensitivity, and how comfortable she was. She was blushing, but that wasn’t necessarily bad, and she was actively bringing her legs closer to Peridot…this was alright, Peridot concluded. Still, when she ended up tucking Lapis’ ankles together beneath her arm, she made sure to pause and turn back to her to make sure that wasn’t taking it too far. Lapis still made no attempt to stop Peridot, who at this point was able to guess that she was enjoying this. Neither of them were prepared for the gem’s reaction once Peridot started crawling her nails around Lapis’ sole.
“PFFT-HAHAHAHAHA, PEHEHEHRIDOT!!” Lapis screamed with laughter, twisting about on the couch, getting more squirmy than ever before. Not even her hands could muffle her laughter, which dazed Peridot slightly, a little blush coming onto her face. She never expected a reaction like this from Lapis of all people, but she was definitely pleased with the result.
“Wow, I found a real bad spot, huh?” Peridot noted, before deciding to stop, not wanting to tucker out Lapis too much. Lapis huffed tiredly, leaning against the couch, and Peridot, for support with her legs tucked tightly to her chest. Lazily, she tried to fix her messy hair, which had gotten wrecked from all her squirming. Peridot helped.
“Yeah, I didn’t even know I was that, uh, ticklish.” She quietened down on that last word, mumbling it into Peri’s shoulder. Peridot relaxed against the couch, tenderly looking at her drained companion.
“Well, you took it like a real gem! Thanks for helping me understand that tickling stuff, Lapis!” She smiled, to which Lapis returned it.
“Your welcome and thank you for, uh, you know, being so cool about it.” Lapis forced out. Peridot deserved to know, to be appreciated.
“Yeah, well I am pretty great,” Peridot smirked, placing a hand to her chest, “your welcome.”
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤️
oooh thank you for this! I think I've done this before but it was a while ago and now I have a few more fics under my belt!
I'm Better Now, I know My Faults - my completed dadstarion long fic, coming in at 206k. I recently reread this, and while it's a fucking mess from my inability to stick with tenses in the first like 14 chapters (I promise I'll fix it one day, I'm so sorry new readers!!), I am super proud of what I created. It's not perfect, it's kinda long, but damn I wrote all of that and I miss my lil characters. I wrote well over 100k of it before I actually started posting online and every word was a labor of love.
Till Lies Break Our Hearts - current WIP. Arranged marriage AU between Astarion and my OC/Tav Hircine. Inspired by a lot of Korean manwhas that involve the same trope, I've been really enjoying writing this one. Manipulative Astarion and secretive women, what's not to like? Lots of Elder scrolls references, drow lore, spooky shit and eldritch happenings in this one so I have a lot of fun just doing whatever I want.
If You Give A Vampire A Polymorph Scroll - probably my favorite short fic of Astarion and his big (little) dragon gf getting up to funny business in Waterdeep. Crimes and lots of biting to be had with these two goobers. I just like silly stories
Crash Landing - a little dad-batstarion. Astarion learns how to fly as a bat and becomes much to confident. A cute little fluffy story. Also one of my faves.
Damn, this is what it feels like to be you? - this one is definitely a labor of love... I've struggled a lot with just keeping the characters properly differentiated and then I could complain all day about writing smut lol but it's been a ton of fun writing something so different, especially for a character that is resistant to this type of stuff.
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I'm bored so I drew the beta designs of the weevils
Basically, I found the sketches I drew back at January 2023, the earliest idea of these guys.
they had no color on them so I just imagine what it would've been. I found what type of weevils they could've been except for the very obvious ones. I honestly forgot about these designs until a few months back after I made the final designs for the characters. Even forgot the names so basically I just started off a new leaf since these designs weren't going anywhere. What I can remember with the early idea for the weevils was still a adventure story but it would've been more lore-focused. Like very story-focused. it would've like they were the only creatures around a human world rather than the bugworld in the final story. It would've been like the-creature-of-the-week rather than the treasure, and heavy lore tying the whole story together. I forgot but like it didn't worked out like as intended. I only wrote 2 manuscripts before deciding to give up and go back to the idea 8 months later. If this continued, yeah it would've been a massive lore dump and there would've a massive conflict somewhere in the lines. Overall, I just lost interest with this version of the story As for the characters, Rita (Vee's First Design) is the leader. There's her partner Kinsley, The bag guy. Literally just the guy who carries the stuff, I don't believe I actually considered his character. Madelyn (Liz's First Design) would've ended up being a antagonist and backstab them at some point. The Hudsons were step-siblings, I thought it would be fun to write siblings in the mix but I realized that I already am writing like a sibling type relationship with the characters. Yeeeeah, I think it was best that I scrapped this idea. It wasn't structurally sound and when writing the two manuscripts. It didn't felt like this was it, yknow. As of writing this, The first story for the weevils is finished however I'll release it at June since I have been given a shit-ton of schoolwork. At least during the time of that, I've been writing the second story. I wish I could publish it sooner but like there isn't alot of freetime for me to properly publish it. I'll post mini-comics to my instagram, making them to build more character into these goobers Like always, I'm just talking to myself. Nobody cares about this Have great day, Adios
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Yuletide Reveal!
One of the great experiences to come out of 2020 was that I braved joining not one, not two, but three fic exchanges. And only two were for Jaime Lannister and Brienne of Tarth!
In Yuletide I was given an excuse to write a story for the Never Have I Ever fandom, a Netflix series I found funny, sweet, cringey, frustrating and altogether charming. Mindy Kaling being at the helm got my attention, but the silliness and heart of the show itself was why I kept reccing it to my friends.
NHIE, as I try to describe to fellow adults, is a teenage show told from the perspective of adults looking back, slapping their foreheads and going whyyyyyy, why was I such a moron and how did I not know I was? It hurts, y’all.
John McEnroe, of all people, narrates for the protagonist, the first generation Indian-American Devi Vishwakumar. She is brash and funny and clever and rude and so fucking self-absorbed, but you really want her to be okay. She’s grieving over a huge loss from the beginning scenes and perhaps that is what made me so attached to her but man, oh man, does she do some stuff that makes me just want to shake some sense into her.
Then there is Ben Gross. Devi’s scholastic nemesis, the one who goes toe to toe with her on countless occasions, both of them equally horrible to one another. Ben gets one episode where his own unexpected narrator takes the reins and it is the most. Perfect. Casting. Ever.
So Devi and Ben are constantly at odds. Neither of them is an innocent victim, but they’re also just teens, with bad ideas that seem good at the time, home lives that could stand with improvement and more in common than they are willing to admit.
Of course I ship them. Wouldn’t you?
And, in writing about a prickly, proud young man who has everything except the understanding of those around him, if I happened to write a story from his perspective and just happened to once or twice type Jaime instead of Ben, could you really blame me?
That’s not to say Ben is a Jaime Lannister stand in, absolutely not. He doesn’t have even a quarter of the emotional armor our JamLan does and Devi is certainly not a sub for Brienne, not even close. But maybe I just have a soft spot for goobers who discover they know what they want, but have no clue how to ask for it. These are my people.
In any case, I received the most perfect prompt from nausicaa_lives and had a ton of fun writing Best Night Never. I’d love for my fellow J/B fans to read it but, more than that, I hope they give Never Have I Ever a chance. It was entertaining as hell and if any of the absolutely fucking fantastic writers I know were to add that fandom to their repertoire, well. 2021 would be off to a great start, is all I’m saying.
Nausicaa_lives, if you’re out there in tumblrland, please know that I am incredibly thankful for the chance to write for this pairing. It wouldn’t have happened without you! ❤️
https://archiveofourown.org/works/28144446
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survey by tickticktmr
Do people spell your name wrong very often? LOL, of course. When your name is the less-common variant, expect it to be misspelled all the time. Only like 2 out of 10 times do people ask me if my name is spelled with an i or y, but it’s them I appreciate the most.
Who will your next phone call be with? I’m not expecting any phone call for a while.
Would you rather be taken or single? Ugh, taken. I love being in a relationship; I always enjoyed looking after someone else and doing things to make them happy. Being independent has its perks too, but I always feel lonely at the end of the day.
Do you plan to move any time soon? Nope, I’m taking it slow.
Would you rather have pink or green hair? I’d go with green but only if it’s a dark shade, like the color of seaweed. I wouldn’t appreciate neon green on my hair.
Do you miss anyone's smile right now? I saw it again yesterday, so I’m good.
Do you want kids? I used to, but now I’m back to the drawing board when it comes to kids.
Do you know who sings 'Let it rock'? It’s not ringing a bell, and honestly the first thing I remembered was the Goofy Goober Rock song from the Spongebob Movie HAHAHA. Sorry to disappoint.
Do you think stargazing is a romantic thing to do with someone? Sure, but I think it also works platonically. Stargazing is generally a nice and relaxing thing to do whether you’re alone, with an SO, with a friend, or with a bunch of friends.
Do you want to tell someone something right now? Yes, but I can’t.
What's your opinion on sex before marriage? It’s whatever. People can do what they want, and the only things they should watch out for are consent and being safe.
Do you own a car? I don’t own it, i.e. I didn’t pay for it, but it was given to me so I can have a car to drive myself when I need to go to places.
What is something that is always in your kitchen cupboards? Rice.
The last person you spoke to: have you ever lied to them? For sure. Growing up with strict parents taught me how to lie convincingly.
Have you ever made out with them? That person is my mother. No.
What woke you up today? I did so naturally.
Have you ever had a pet rock? No. People do that? How do rocks become pets?
Have you ever been lost? LOL like the lost-in-life kind of lost? Sure. I’m going through it at present because life threw a shit ton of curveballs at me over the course of two months.
How long is it until your sibling)s) birthday? My brother’s birthday is in 5 months; my sister’s is in 10 as she celebrated her birthday just last September.
Are you lazy? I can be if I want to. But I’m not always, of course.
Do you read the newspaper? No.
Have you ever heard of the song 'Teeth the size of piano keys'? No.
Who was your last thought about? You got me thinking about my sister because of the earlier question about her birthday.
What made you in the mood you are in right now? I’m relaxed at the moment and that’s thanks to the fact that it’s Sunday, I’ve recently gotten into a new hobby and a show I can dive into, and tomorrow’s a holiday so no work for me :) Gonna make the most out of this evening for sure.
Have you ever told someone to go to Hell? I’ve most likely done so, but only as a joke.
Do you know anyone named Jos? As in, pronounced ‘Jaws’? No. That’s one of the more unique names I’ve heard.
What's your font on MSN/AIM? I don’t use either. I never used either, either.
What's more important to you: books or music? Music.
Do you have any magazine subscriptions? Nah. Even when I still collected magazines, I preferred physically going to magazine stands and buying new issues. It was more exciting that way.
Has someone ever really hurt you without even realizing? Yeah.
What do you sleep in? A bed, most often. Sometimes I’ll pass out on the couch but that doesn’t happen too much anymore.
Have you changed in the past six months? Yes, both naturally and forcibly. It’s been... quite a year for me, even if we put Covid aside.
Do you bite your nails? When I’m anxious. I haven’t had to do this for a while though, and I mostly did when I was in school awaiting a presentation I had to make.
Do you like the name Natasha? I used to like it when I was younger, but it slipped out of my favorites for no real reason at some point; it just did.
What's a food that starts with the last letter of your first name? Naan.
Does your house have a white picket fence? It used to, but we had them removed after a string of typhoons increasingly deteriorated their quality over the years.
Have you ever been given flowers? Sure.
Do you have a YouTube account? How many videos have you watched on it? I do. Is the second one a real question lol? I’ve watched thousands, as I’m sure most people who use YouTube have done as well. This is like asking how many tweets in total I’ve read on Twitter since I first signed up.
Do you know anyone who is really, really conceited? My mom can be one. She likes to act as if she can do no wrong.
Who’s the last person you told off? My manager at work. I did something she asked me to do and followed the instructions down to a T...and then she said I shouldn’t have done it? That kind of thing happens at work every now and then and it’s fucking exhausting. It’s like every move I make has its own script and the script changes every five minutes.
Are you optimistic? Sure, but not always.
How do you get to school/your job? I work from home, but under normal circumstances I would’ve been driving myself to the workplace.
Love or lust? Love.
Do you smoke cigarettes? Yeah, but I keep my use of it at an extreme minimum. I’ve only done it socially and I’ve only asked for cigarettes from my friends who have their own packs (and were willing to give me a couple of sticks, of course).
Have you ever been so mad at someone you hurt them? Like, physically? Yes, but it’s only because I was hit first.
Have you ever met someone you met online in person? This is on surveys a lot...yes. I’ve met several online friends who were once in the wrestling circle with me; and one time I bought a product from someone online so we had to meet up for that, too.
Have you ever not studied for a test and gotten 100%? Probably not a 100%, but close. I never studied for my Language exams in middle school because it was just literal English grammar, which I was already good at by that point.
Where is your boyfriend/girlfriend right now? I don’t have any.
Have you ever won a contest for public speaking? No, but I’ve joined one. I got a little frazzled by the middle of my speech (it was impromptu and I didn’t know my question until I got on stage) so in the end that cost me first place.
Are there any woods near where you live? Nah, it’s a private village so it’s super suburban and no hidden woods or forests anywhere.
What did you do today? So far I’ve watched 3/4 of an episode of Start Up, cried, washed my face, washed the glass that I drank soju from last night, and sat up in bed and continued this survey.
Have you ever considered suicide? Yes.
Do you have a lot of myspace friends? No. I never really used my account.
What was your favorite subject in grade six? Science was fun then. Partly because I could tell the teacher liked me, and partly because her method of teaching was big on memorization of terms and processes which was always more my speed.
Hot chocolate or coffee? I could go for coffee right now. Hot chocolate is best when I’m on vacation and having breakfast at a fancy hotel.
Do you like your neighbours? I don’t dislike them, that’s for sure.
Did you do something stupid today? Not yet.
Name a five letter word that starts with the same letter as your first name. Ripen.
What time did you go to sleep last night? Around midnight. That soju/Yakult combo knocked me out.
Did you have fun yesterday? It was an okay day, sure. I got productive and even drank for a bit last night just because.
How many people are online on your MSN/AIM right now?
Would you like to/did you drop out of school? No, that was never a part of my plans.
What was your favorite book as a child? If we’re talking kids’ books, I never got tired of rereading Corduroy and The Giving Tree. I also had a book of poems and nursery rhymes and I remember taking a liking for The Owl and the Pussycat because it was the longest poem in the book and it helped me train my English.
How far away does your best friend live from you? Both live around 20-30 minutes away, just in different directions.
Do you think you could write a book? A memoir, yes. Anything fictional, no.
Is it hard to tell someone you like them? Yes.
How many bedrooms does your house have? 4.
Do you know anyone who can't speak French? Nearly everyone I know.
When's the last time you brushed your teeth? Last night.
Are you the same religion as your parents? Legally. But I disowned Catholicism/Christianity a long time ago.
Would you do anything for a certain person? Yes, I would.
Do you know anyone in your science class? The last science class I took was a course on chemistry, and I only knew one person in that class.
Describe your room: Cozy, starting to get a little cluttered, big enough for one person.
Do you still write letters to Santa, even when you know he's not real? No, and I never wrote letters addressed to a Santa.
Can you name all of Santa's reindeer? Nope.
Have you ever been lied to by a girlfriend/boyfriend? I’m sure she did.
Where is your dad right now? I can’t tell whose turn it is to make breakfast today, so he’s either in the kitchen cooking or in their bedroom watching TV.
Are any of your relatives pregnant? As far as I know, no. But I also haven’t been on Facebook in a while, so I’m poorly updated on what my relatives have been up to.
How many garabe buckets are in your house? I have no idea what this is talking about.
Would you want the truth if you asked if your pants made you look horrible? If I asked that then yeah, I obviously would want to hear the truth.
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Finding Kurt Hummel: Old Dogs, New Tricks
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5x19: Old Dogs, New Tricks
Previously on Glee: Everyone else is doing things - while Kurt has his collections of neckerchiefs. Kinda wondering if Chris wrote that one, lol.
So.... Yeah, this is the episode that Chris Colfer wrote. And what do I think of it? Because I know you guys are all here for my very professional opinion on all these things... lol. It’s... fine. There are some things that really work -- Santana as a publicist - excellent!! Sam and Mercedes’s relationship issues -- great. Dogs dragging Lea Michele down the road because of her bratty behavior - totally here for that. Honestly, I think the Kurt portion of the story may be the weakest aspect of this episode, but this is Chris’s first try at a TV script, and I think he’s done a lot better than a lot of people out there -- including whoever wrote I Kissed a Girl, ug.
I do think there’s some dialogue that’s a little stiff, and Chris has a tendency to write a little on the cheesy side, but I’m really sad that season 6 wasn’t longer to give him another go at it, cause I think TV writing might have been a good avenue for him. And I really hope that some day he gets to head his own TV show - because I think it’s something he’d do rather well at. So - that’s my two cents.
I will say - this episode is mostly stand alone. And with the season drawing to a close -- I really am missing those extra two episodes that were chopped off the end of the season. I really would have liked to play around in this sandbox for a tad bit longer, as I think there were most definitely more stories to tell. At least I am grateful for what we got.
Problem Child
So, I’m not going to spend much time (or really at all) trying to figure out how Chris feels about this or that as evident through the script. I mean -- TV is a collaborative process -- and even if Chris wrote the script, I’m sure a lot of people still had their input, and he didn’t direct it, so... But I think this still is a good indicator about how he felt about Rachel. I mean... yeah, it’s probably how we all feel about Rachel, tbh.
So as we open -- Kurt wants to see a movie, but, well, Blaine is too busy doing stuff with June, Santana just doesn’t want to, and Rachel’s freaking out that image is being tarnished because she fucked up in the previous episode. And, as most things do, it becomes all about Rachel. Santana, however, steps up to be her publicist -- which is -- incredibly inspired!! Can I just keep the headcanon that Santana sticks to being a publicist, this is a fantastic choice for her. Thank you, Chris, for this.
Anyway - Kurt’s more than annoyed -- and even has to tell Rachel to keep her voice down because they’re in side -- because he is, more often than not, Rachel’s care giver. Because seriously, this girl cannot seem to function on her own.
So -- here’s my thing. This script is a little awkward going forward -- a lot of it is Kurt harping on how his ‘friends’ aren’t there for him, though only specifically focusing on Rachel. And while I think the Rachel was the safest route to go, and one that’s been clearly building for a while, I do think it might have been interesting to see how that played out with others -- such as Mercedes or Santana or even Blaine. (Though, honestly, I’m glad Chris did the smart thing and not include a lot of Blaine in this script. I totally get why he did -- because he really didn’t want to be harassed about it -- and that was the wisest choice for him.)
Oh and then to everyone’s shock - Rachel goes to yell at someone for putting their dog in their purse. I mean, is this an LA thing? I kinda wonder if this is an LA thing that pisses Chris off and he gets to yell through Rachel. It kinda feels like it, lol. Anyway... Kurt’s in the background, but his ‘wtf are you doing’ look is classic.
Pillsbury
So - this episode has to do with three of Chris’s favorite things: 1. Dogs (animals); 2. Old People; and 3. Fairy tales. I mean - I don’t think it gets much Chris-ish than that -- unless you wanted to throw in aliens. I do find it hilarious that he brings all these things to Kurt, because they aren’t really there before -- but it seems to fit in pretty well.
Anyway - we get June Squibb in the form of Maggie Banks (Do you see -- it’s a combo of Maggie Smith and Mrs Banks from Mary Poppins -- at least that’s what I assume is the inspiration.) I’m not going to talk too much about June Squibb’s performance -- because it’s awkward at best (I can’t tell if it’s her acting or if it’s the lines). But it makes a ton of sense that this actress just coming into her own in her 80s is who they got to play the part. I assume Chris adored working with her.
Anyway, this old folks home is doing a rendition of Peter Pan (get it - cause they’re old, and they want to stay young forever -- this script is full of stuff like this. I can’t tell if it’s clever or not.) And Maggie’s gonna start screaming elder abuse if the poster doesn’t go up in the diner. But -- that doesn’t stop her from noticing that Kurt’s full of his usual ennui.
Hilariously, he says he files all his problems away and lets it out during an episode of Long Island Medium. (This is another Chris-ism. Yeah, I can’t stop pointing these out.) While questionable choice of reality TV aside, I do think this is a fascinating beat for Kurt -- he’s internalizing all of his issues. Maybe it’s cause no matter how far he gets in his life, and partially cause he does have super involved in themselves friends, Kurt’s not one to reach out when he’s got issues. THIS IS NOT A GOOD THING KURT!!
You wanna know why Kurt and Blaine break up a second time? Cause Kurt pretty much sucks at letting people know he’s struggling with something. He thinks he can fix everything himself, and you know what? You can’t sweetie -- so talk to people!
Well -- here he gets to talk to June, and let’s it out that he’s feeling a little left behind lately. Santana’s starring in vaginal cream commercials, Mercedes’s is becoming the next Beyonce, Blaine has found a sugar mama, and Rachel has already hit her mid-40s where she’s fucking up her Broadway career for a shot at TV. And Kurt feels like he’s gotten nowhere. Which -- yeah he hasn’t. And that’s not a bad thing, not really, since he’s the only one on a sure and steady course, but when everyone around you feels like they’re miles ahead in their lives, it can feel heavy being the only one not /there/. (I getcha kiddo, I really do.)
Also - I think it’s hilarious that he says he’s the mother in a Nancy Myers movie. (That is so Kurt, and so Chris.) And, god, yeah, let someone else take over handling Rachel. Geez.
Kurt then finds out that his therapy session is with /The/ Maggie Banks -- the woman who once starred in the worst Broadway show of all time, a musical about Helen Keller. (Eesh) And after being awkwardly asked to come back to the home, she invites him back to watch them rehearse. Sure - why not, he doesn’t have anything else to do.
Look at what a happy little goober he is -- he’s gonna hang out with old people!
Broadway Bitches
Oh Broadway Bitches. I have a heancanon that Chris came up with this at 2 in the morning and immediately texted Ashley cause he thought it was so funny. Is it clever? Yes. Is it something I’d use as a name for an organization dealing with kids? No... But moving on...
Can I just reiterate that Santana as a publicist is hilarious. Also her line -- ‘a designer so fancy I can’t even pronounce his name, there’s hardly any vowels’ is a line Chris probably came up with way back on the season 1 press tour and never got to use.
Anyway - to rehabilitate her image, Rachel, Santana, and Mercedes are going to do a show. And Kurt wants in -- cause Chris remembers continuity and Dani’s off doing roller derby and Elliott’s at a yoga retreat so no more One Tree Hill. You know - I hate to say this - but I kinda see why he’s not invited here, cause it is about imaging - but they don’t have to be such awful people about telling him no.
Santana actually says if he’s there he’d probably pull focus which is a) meta and b) probably true. But Kurt’s rightfully hurt. They get to continue to roll around in their self-involvement while Kurt gets to be shoved aside. Again.
I’m kinda surprised Kurt hasn’t taken up a drinking problem at this point.
Memories
So Kurt goes to check out the retirement home. They’re getting ready for their production -- and there are three different headshots of Maggie on that board. Just saying. Kurt thinks it’s pretty cool. And I mean -- I think there is a cool story there to be told about actors who are now considered over their prime when in fact they’re still awesome and kicking butt.
This episode is going to be a bit heavy handed about it -- cause as much as I love Chris, he’s incredibly heavy handed in his writing -- but it’s a nice sentiment. And I do think it’s proper that Kurt would be infatuated with stars of old.
I don’t really have any thing to add -- it’s just a nice shot of Kurt. He’s amused by this sweet little production.
Also! I suppose it’s time to bring up Billy Dee Williams and Tim Conway, who have really minor roles in this episode. I kinda wish they were in it more - their characters are a bit fun.
And then the woman who plays Peter dies. Okay, so I kinda find the dark humor funny. (Also Chris-ism.) It’s fine guys. I’m sure she had a delightful life.
After the commercial break, and after Maggie’s irritation that the dead woman was selfish for dying and ruining the production, we get some more heavy handed commentary about how old people need a reason to keep on living. Which -- is fine? Chris not to edit your script but you gotta work on more showing and less telling
And then we get this weird beat of Tim Conway wanting to sit on the chair. Move kid - it’s his chair! idk. I think it’s funny?
Kurt claims he can fill in, unless they have rules against that. They only really have two rules -- a) don’t loose your teeth and b) take the correct meds. Sure. The guy claiming he was a pterodactyl however steals the show with his delivery. It’s absolutely hilarious.
Meanwhile - Kurt goes on to say how much he adored Mary Martin’s Peter Pan back in the day (which explains a lot. Also Chris-ism. Five bucks that was one of Chris’s favorite movies as a kid.) Anyway - he also still sings like a girl so he can totally take it on.
The retirement home has standards so they have to at least have to hear him sing -- which is great! Cause Kurt always carries around sheet music just in case, lol. That’s such a Glee-esque line. What?
And then Kurt sings a perfectly adequate version of Memory from Cats.
Okay - I don’t have a lot to say about it, tbh. It’s nice, Chris sounds just fine on it -- and I’d guess this would be his last solo of the series if Maggie didn’t come in at the end. But, you know, the song is more about cherishing the memory of these actors -- and people in general who are worth remembering for their great accomplishments - even if they aren’t doing as such any more. Again - a nice sentiment. But I don’t really have anything to meta about on Kurt.
Also I don’t like this song (I’m sorry! don’t send me hate mail).
By the end - Kurt’s inspired everyone to get up and keep on living. And has proven to himself that he can handle Andrew Lloyd Weber.
Btw - the couple of guys dressed up as the lost boys are super cute.
Homocchio (Ha!)
The scene before this, btw, is Rachel being dragged by dogs a block. I mean - it’s funny, yes, but also, c’mon -- are you really going to tell me it’s not at least a little bit of payback?
Anyway - Kurt bounces in to let Rachel and Santana know that he’s scored the role of Peter in a retirement home’s production of Peter Pan -- to which they are like - eh, okay, nice try Kurt. And well, Kurt doesn’t take that too well. I mean, sometimes a role is a role -- and Kurt’s obviously excited about it -- so if you’re a good friend, you suck it up and at least congratulate your friend. I mean seriously. But this is Rachel and Santana - Santana mocks him and Rachel gets incredibly self-involved. This has been the case since season 1 - so I’m not sure what Kurt was expecting.
Kurt asks them to go - but they say no. Santana’s honest about it being dumb, but Rachel claims she has her image to keep up and her stuff is more important. And Kurt finally lets her have it -- he’s right, she calls him day and night to fix her shit, but when is she ever there for her? Honestly, this rant could have gone on for another five minutes. It’s nice to see that I’m not the only one irritated by the unbalanced Hummelberry dynamic that’s been going on since season 3.
Kurt storms out of there cause seriously, he’s had enough.
Dress Rehearsal
Hey - it’s time for an awkward dress rehearsal with some pretty entertaining jokes and some more heavy handedness about how you’re only as young as you feel. I don’t think it’s a bad idea -- but does every scene have to have a speech about it?
Anyway - Kurt’s sweet in his attempt to inspire them and himself, and suggests updating the music.
Btw - there’s this line: Ever since you were a question on Jeopardy, you’ve been a know-it-all. (ha! that made me laugh)
And then we get some back story on Maggie - how she sends herself flowers because her daughter is estranged. And Kurt feels sad. I mean there’s some stuff in there about how Maggie’s daughter is like Kurt’s friends -- not really there when needed, which again, is a nice parallel. I’m just not really fond of Kurt feeling like he’s gotta fix things with Maggie instead of trying to fix things with his friends. YMMV.
I Hate This Scene - Yup, I’m Going With That as a Header
So - Kurt claims he caused an oil spill in a national park and gets himself in to see Maggie’s daughter. Oh my god - Kurt, no... At least Clara directly calls security (one guy - cause it’s Kurt) and then when Kurt claims it’s about his mother -- she thinks he’s ‘dating’ her to get her money.
Oh, god, Chris, why did you write this scene??
So here’s my real issue. The crux of it is about Kurt trying to get Clara to see her mom again cause Maggie misses her so much. But Clara tells him that basically -- Clara was emotionally abusive to her, which is why Clara doesn’t go see her. And then Kurt gives a song and dance about why she should just get over that -- and omg NO KURT NO!
Look - I get the sentiment here -- that we should maybe try to make amends before it’s too late. But - Clara made the healthy choice of cutting out an abusive family member and looks like she’s just doing fine on her own. And to have a stranger, who has no understanding of the situation come in an tell you to try to fix it is over stepping like whoa. Kurt is so in the wrong here - and I can’t even a little bit defend him.
This story would have worked just fine if Maggie had her regrets and talked to Kurt about living his life and not having them -- it wasn’t needed for Kurt to fix Maggie and give her a happy ending. Stories don’t always need to have happy endings to make their point.
Anyway - Clara rightfully throws him out. But not before Kurt goes on to talk about how his mom died and he wished he’d had one - so she should be grateful that she does. And be the better person and take care of Maggie now that she’s old - even if she sucked as a parent. Again - no - this is also emotional manipulation. Kurt, no! Stop! This scene is just... no!!
I am glad that Clara just doesn’t say anything and gets him out of there.
My Old Ladies Are Better Than Yours
To make up for the atrocity that was that previous scene - we get a Klaine scene that is really quite beautiful in its simplicity. Chris didn’t have to put this in here -- but he did, and I’m grateful, because it’s sweet and warm and old married-like, and while Blaine really isn’t in this episode, I’m glad that they were allowed to have this small moment and leave the drama for someone else to write.
So -- Blaine jokes that he’s missing stuff with June to be there for Kurt -- but ultimately, of course he’s there for Kurt. Because he’ll always be there for Kurt. Like I said earlier -- this story is more about Kurt’s issues with Rachel (and himself for feeling like he’s going nowhere) more than anything having to do with Blaine.
I do think it’s interesting that Blaine comments on how happy Kurt’s been -- and how that hasn’t been the case lately. I like that Blaine’s checking in, even if Kurt isn’t fully open. Kurt admits that he feels like this role is finally a step forward in his life, and being with the retirement group is giving him something that he’s been missing -- but I do think there’s an underlying sadness that Kurt’s not addressing.
Kurt’s not opening up to Blaine about his insecurities and his feelings -- and that is going to cause a problem. While they are mostly fine -- I do think Kurt’s continued withdrawal from admitting how he feels is going to blow up in his face later. Communication is key, guys, do it!
How adorable is Kurt in this outfit? :)
The other thing I really love about this scene is the casual intimacy of familiarity. They are an old married couple in this scene -- from Blaine helping Kurt with his costume, to Kurt telling Blaine to sit a row back cause Gladys can’t keep solids down. It’s not in-your-face affection - it’s light touches and smiles and I really love that during this arc they finally allowed Klaine to have that.
Peter Pan
Before the show - Kurt asks Maggie if she’d like to be his family, since their own families are too busy for them. It’s a sweet moment - but I’m also like -- Kurt, seriously -- talk to your friends!! But yeah, sometimes you do need to carve out your family where you can find it. Non-tradition is an okay thing.
For reasons I don’t fully understand, Kurt breaks down and calls Rachel -- apologizing for yelling at her (seriously?) and tells her he hopes her own show goes alright. Kurt’s a good egg. Rachel’s lucky to have him as a friend.
She rushes him off the phone -- but only because she’s sitting with the rest of the gang waiting for his show to start. And he’s stupidly excited. See -- they love you Kurt -- they do!! (Plus, it’s my headcanon that Blaine had something to do with rounding them all up...)
And... then we get the whole reason Chris wrote the episode -- so he could fly around as Peter Pan while singing Madonna’s Lucky Star, with an entourage of old people in the background. Lol. The whole thing is cute and ridiculous and cute. And of course, it works for the show, and gives a chance to Chris Kurt to completely geek out. I mean, yes, I know, Kurt in that costume, but the old people are also ridiculously adorable in this scene.
I’m not sure about the whole old people turning into little kids thing (man with the heavy handedness, the metaphor works fine without it) but it’s nearly blink and you miss it, so I won’t really even comment.
Clara ends up showing up and reconciling with Maggie. And I have a cold, dead heart because the scene just doesn’t work for me. Like I said earlier -- not everything has to have a happy ending.
But at the end of the day, this show is still Glee.
But the important thing is that Kurt’s friends all showed up. Rachel gushes that some day they’ll be old folks in a home (eesh) and Sam goes straight for the crotch to comment on the harness squeezing, um, things, lol. But ultimately - Rachel’s set it up so that the old folks can come do the performance again -- so we can combine old people with puppies and could this episode be any cuter? The only thing missing is aliens.
Kurt: What do you say, Maggie, you think you got a second act in you? Maggie: I never used to believe in second acts. But you’ve proven me wrong.
Omg. Chris - this should be your submission for a place on the staff of a Disney show.
Take Me Home
See -- look how adorable?
After a rousing speech from Rachel about being shallow is dumb and you should care about things that are bigger than you are -- they break out into a chorus of Take Me Home. And this is where I appreciate Lea Michele - because she’s able to sell the incredibly cheesy dialogue better than June Squibb. I mean, look, I like cheesy - I do -- but it’s dialed up to 11 in this episode. Chris, I love you to death, but you don’t have to try so hard to get your point across <3
I’m sorry if I came off as extra harsh about the episode -- I don’t think it’s bad, and it’s certainly better than about half the other episodes of the show. I think it’s just me nitpicking - cause I do adore Chris and I really want him to push himself to be better. This is a great first try, and I really do hope he gets more tries in the future -- cause I do think he has potential. I just want someone there to soften the rougher edges of his writing. That’s all.
And the episode ends with a mutual love fest for everyone. Cause it’s not a true Glee ending without everyone barfing glitter and rainbows. Lol, I’m only half being facetious - it’s cute, and a little wrong about Rachel, but fits the episode perfectly.
Oh my goodness - one more season 5 episode left...
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Lions, Tigers and Bears, oh my! pt. 2; Winchester brothers x teen sister reader
And here is the second part of my new series and here is where I leave you guys cause I’m in the process of writing pt.3 but it’s still the beginning part and idk when I’ll end it before beginning pt.4. Now fill free to listen to the music choice I’ve chosen and if for some reason the link doesn’t work PLEASE LET ME KNOW so that I may try to fix it. Enjoy pt. 2 my lovelies and until next time ;)
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I was currently on the couch and Sam was huffing and growling almost as if he were talking to me and lecturing me.
Dean wouldn’t stop glaring at me almost as if he were ready to attack me while Gabriel was enjoying every second of it.
“There’s no point in going at me Sam. It’s Gabriel’s toy!” I then turned towards the Archangel and said. “How do we reverse this?”
“Ohh see that’s the thing. There’s no potion or spell that can reverse this one”.
“What?!”
“And there is one more thing. By the second sunrise, your commandment will be permanent”. At that my jaw dropped as I turned to my brothers who were now both glaring at me.
“Please Gabriel, there’s got to be something that can be done to undo this thing”. He looked at me then my brothers as he hummed before I snapped out his name in anger then he said.
“Well there is one way to undo this. But it’s not by the usual way you Winchesters try to do, it’s what you have to do baby Winchester” I glared at the nickname as he then continued, “The one way to reverse this curse is to remember this phrase; Fate be changed, look inside. Mend the bond torn by Pride”.
“Isn’t that out of a movie or something?” I questioned.
“Movie or not that’s what you have to learn in order to change dear old Dean and Sammy boy back to their original selves. If you don’t realize that lesson before the second sunrise….well that’s just bad news for you kiddo”. I remained silent and looked at my brothers before Gabriel’s voice spoke up again “Well now that I’ve got my orb back, I bid you Winchesters adieu”. He bowed graciously.
“Wait no, no, no, no, no!” But it was too late as he was gone and the sound of fluttering wings echoed through the cabin. I kicked down a table and cried out “SON OF A BITCH!!!” I then turned towards my brothers and they both looked down solemnly.
I looked at them sadly and I knew that I couldn’t keep a full grown lion or black bear in the cabin for much longer. Pretty soon the rangers would come in to check on me and my brothers so I might as well use the damage that my brothers had already done after not recognizing each other at first to make it seem like wild animals had gotten in and trashed the place.
After packing up the bags into the car I got inside and just before Dean got in I told him.
“Whoa, whoa what do you think you’re doing?” He roared at me but I didn’t understand him. “What?” I asked. My eldest brother then proceeded to roar very slowly and enunciating his roars at some points before looking at me as his ears perked up. “Sorry Dean-o, I don’t speak bear”.
Even as a bear he still was able to give me a bitch face as he gestured to himself first before pointing at the driver’s seat where I was currently sitting at before pointing at me then at the backseat.
“Oh no, no, no. Dean you don’t even have apposable thumbs, how the hell are you supposed to drive Baby? Hell you won’t even fit in this car with all that fat you’ve got”. His bitch face grew darker and it was then Sam stepped in and placed his paw on top of Dean’s back and pulled him backwards and the two of them proceeded to argue about it.
Both of them roaring and growling at each other before finally Sam let out a let roar and growled lowly and soon Dean submitted and started grumbling lowly as he sat on his butt. Sam turned to me and I smiled at him and said.
“Thanks Sam, now you boys follow me, and try to stay out of sight”. He nodded then I started Baby up and I pulled her out of the driveway and proceeded to take the road further down until I found a path leading straight for the woods.
I made the left turn and drove up the pathway until I came to a clearing where I could hide her well enough up until the spell reverses. I exited the car and locked her up then I took out the camouflage sheet cover and put it over her so that she wouldn’t draw anyone’s attention with her fabulous black paint.
I then heard a snap of a twig and soon coming out of the trees was Sam and Dean.
“Hey guys, well let’s see if we can’t find ourselves an old cave or something to set up camp for the night”. I then walked on ahead with some of the bags and my brothers followed behind me.
After about an hour and a half hike, we finally came up to good area with a cave. It was a nice area that was close enough to a small river with plenty of fish for Dean to eat. And I knew where there was water, some game would come as well and that should satisfy Sam’s hunger as well as Deans should he want anything bigger.
“Well at least we’ll be nice and dry should any rain come. Check out the cave for a second Dean, make sure no one’s home”. He immediately went inside the cave and after about a minute, he head poked out and he gave us a gesture to enter.
Sammy and I went inside and I set the bags down and settled myself down. Man hunting is one thing but hiking….ugh that really knocks you right now. Dean settled himself right down in front of me while Sammy came around behind me and lay down on his stomach and let out a big old lion yawn.
“Tired already?” I gently brushed through his dark mane he turned towards me before falling down onto his side. “Well lions to typically sleep 23 hours a day, especially the males”. He glared softly at me and I held my hands up in surrender telling him that I was just telling the facts.
It was then I took notice of Dean sniffing through the snack bag and I pulled it away from him and said.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XT3gSBCZjNc
“Ah-ah not those!” He growled at me and I instantly knew he was asking ‘why?’ “Because you big goober you’d eat the whole thing and I’d have nothing to eat. You need to eat what bears eat”. I then pointed out to the river where I knew there would be some salmon there.
Now Dean being a smug little shit that he is, thought that he could catch a ton of fish and especially now since bears were experts at getting fish. So he swaggered over to the stream and stood on top of the small rock formation on his two feet and as fish came flying up he missed each and every one of them.
He kept trying and trying until finally he almost had one but it kept getting out of his paws until he finally fell off the top of the stream and fell into the river. As he came up two fish slapped each side of his face and he just sat there with yet another bitch face on him. I rolled my eyes and stood along the river and gestured for him to get back on his feet.
I now stood beside him at the top of the stream and gestured for him to watch me. I waited patiently for a fish to come and as soon as one came right at my feet, I grabbed it quickly with both hands and then made eating motions towards Dean.
He then looked towards the stream to see more fish coming up towards him. He decided to keep his mouth open hoping that a fish would just jump right in which eventually one did but it kept squirming in Dean’s mouth so he spat it out which made me laugh as he licked his lips before finally catching one that flew right by him on instinct.
He let out a surprised grunt and turned towards me and I applauded him. Fish after fish he caught then when he caught another fish he decided to see if he could toss it up onto land to save it for me but he didn’t throw far enough and it landed on the smooth rocks which allowed it to swim back into the water.
Dean grumbled and slammed his paw on the water which made me laugh before he turned towards me and I shut my mouth teasingly while still smiling at him.
The rest of the time Dean and I spent fishing together. As he was on the tail of one of them, I cried out to get his attention on a big one that I had nabbed.
When suddenly it slipped out of my hands and I fell backwards into the water but some of my fall was cushioned and when I turned around, I saw Sammy. He looked at me with warm golden eyes and pushed me back up the rocks before following behind me. Soon the rest of the afternoon was filled with fishing with my brothers.
The things we never got to do growing up, that they never got the chance to do since hunting had been a part of their lives much longer than it has mine.
Having fun.
Sammy like a house cat trying to chase after a laser pointer, was trailing behind a fish while Dean was on point of another one. And if we weren’t fishing then we were playing with each other. Sam and Dean wrestling with each other splashing water everywhere trying to see whether Lion or Bear was the strongest beast.
Then I would get in on the wrestling match or just start kicking and splashing water towards them and that’s when Dean would stand up before slamming his paws on the water sending water my way. Or with Sam when he would playfully but gently pounce on me sending me down to the water.
I now brushed the wet hair out of my face to see Dean sitting along the water like a real bear with a salmon in his paws while Sammy was up along the shore licking his catch like a real lion claiming his kill. As I stared at them I almost couldn’t help but think back on all that’s happened this far.
Maybe Gabriel was right. We Winchesters are known to be stubborn and prideful at times because we always want to be right and prove that we can save everyone, especially me.
I’ve lost my brothers so many times that if I had lost them on that witch hunt—I wouldn’t know what I would’ve done. I just….couldn’t go through that heartbreak again.
That’s why I did what I did on that hunt, and now here I was with my brothers for the first time since I was a kid before I got involved with hunting playing with them like I used to.
It was then both my brothers began to walk away but in different directions. I quickly raced out of the water and grabbed my gun and first followed behind Dean calling out to him.
“Wait! Where you going?” As I got closer to Dean I couldn’t help but giggle after still having the adrenaline of having fun just a second ago as I reached out to him saying, “Dean come back” but as soon as I touched him, something happened.
He turned and growled at me.
I looked at him confused and softly backed away. He fully turned towards me his head now lowered as he grunted and growled aggressively, his ears pointed backwards and he showed no sign of fear as he kept stomping towards me. But what struck me most were his eyes, pure black but they were demon eyes, his irises were just blown up pitch black as his brown eyes weren’t there anymore.
“Dean….is that you?” he then lunged his paw out his claws ready to slice me to pieces but I ducked and let out a cry but felt no claws on me. I slowly looked up to see Dean mid-way in his attack almost like with a snap of a finger he was back to normal.
He looked at his paw fearfully before I said his name like a scared little girl. Dean let out a soft bear whimper as he backed away before standing up on his two legs with his front paws crossed over each other.
“You changed. Like you were a—” he grunted again worriedly as I try to break it too him gently, “I mean….like you were a bear on the inside”. He grunted regretfully then he got back down on his fours and nuzzled me, begging me to forgive him. “I forgive you Dean-o but you don’t think Sammy…..” He huffed before he gestured for me to get on his back.
I did as told and he ran on ahead as we tried to find Sam. We soon found him out in the open eating himself a large moose growling lowly as he ate the large creature.
“Never thought I’d live to see when our moose would eat a real moose. What would Crowley think of that?” I stated. Dean let out a bear grumble and he cautiously walked up towards Sam. Once we were about a foot away from Sam, I slowly got off of Dean and I cautiously said.
“Sammy?” It was then he turned towards me growling defensively as his big paws pulled his kill closer to him. I knew then that I wasn’t talking to my big brother, but a real lion. He continued to growl defensively at me before he did a false charge which made me jump back as Dean stood defensively on his hind legs and roared as Sam and whacked him with his paw.
At that moment, Sam’s growling stopped and he just looked at us before looking down at me with sad eyes. Dean stood down and said something to Sammy in bear language which Sam understood.
Sammy looked to me and slowly walked up towards me and I held my hand out to him and he placed his strong muzzle against my hand and I felt through his soft, golden fur.
“It’s okay Sammy, Dean about did the same thing. But that means we’ve got to get you guys back to normal and fast, who knows when you guys could go rouge again”. I looked up to see that the sun was starting to set so I lead the boys back to the cave campsite.
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The Girl and the Closet by GZDude13
The following are select journal entries from the many journals belonging to Shelly Mary Jones
August 29, 2006 Dear Diary,
Mommy and Daddy are making me start writing in this journal after I got in trouble. Marcy is a girl in my class. I barely started the second grade. Marcy was mean to me and took my brand new markers without asking so I pushed her and called her a goober. I was sent to the office and my mommy and daddy had to come and talk to my teacher. They said I was fighting, but that was not true. The principal talked to my parents about bullying and they said they would talk to me about it too.
So today I am writing in this diary as there-a-pee or something like that. Daddy told me that if I’m mean to others then the dark eye monster will come and get me. They said that the dark eye lives in the dark parts of the world like shadows and sewers or under my bed and loves to go after bad kids. Kids that bully other kids and hit or call them mean things. My teacher says that I am too smart to be a bully and should focus on being a good student. I think from now on I will be good even if others make fun of my red hair and freckles.
From now on I will be a good girl.
January 25, 2010 Dear Diary,
I came home crying from school today. I get made fun of a lot at school even though I do my best to be kind to everyone. Today I think I reached my limit because I ended up slapping Jenny after she pulled my hair. She was mad at me because she has a crush on Brandon and he likes to talk to me during lunch. She and her group of friends came over to my table when I was alone and started saying mean things about why I always sit alone. I tried to be nice and tell her that she had the wrong idea, but she only chastised me for putting on the “good girl” act. When I tried to answer her she yelled “shut the fuck up bitch!” and pulled my hair. I didn’t mean to slap her, it was just reflex. Mom and Dad are going to be so disappointed.
I’ve heard the rumors… everyone thinks I suck up to the teacher and that’s why I get good grades. Everyone says that I only pretend to be nice and pretend to be sweet because I like the attention from the adults. My parents use to scare me with stories about the DarkEye monster to make sure I didn’t turn out to be a bully. I guess it stuck pretty well because even though I know my parents are going to flip out over me getting detention I’m more scared of going to sleep tonight because of the DarkEye monster. It’s such a stupid childish fear to have, but it’s still there.
January 26, 2010 Dear Diary,
I had a really bad nightmare last night. I went to bed still feeling really guilty over what happened with Jenny yesterday. It didn’t help that my parents were pretty upset with what happened at school either. I am effectively grounded for the next two weeks… I guess I deserve it. But the worst part was the night after. I dreamed of a black shadowy demon with the darkest glinting eyes I had ever seen. It was the DarkEye monster my parents use to scare me with. I know the DarkEye isn’t real and that it’s a childish and stupid tactic my parents used to keep me in line, but it felt real in my dream. It was pitch black yet I could still see two eyes that were darker than black and shined like polished onyx.
I woke up sweating and panting as if I just ran a million miles. The DarkEye isn’t a real thing, my parents made it up, but just in case I’m wrong I promise to be a better person. I promise to be kinder to people no matter what.
October 19, 2016 Dear Journal,
It was a fairly good day today. The student council members all met up during our open period in the morning and we agreed on all the decorations for the Halloween dance. Edgar Ochoa asked me to go with him, but I politely turned him down. Shannon doesn’t have a date and I agreed to go with her and the rest of the girls as a group. We’re all going with themed dresses and outfits. We agreed that no costumes should be allowed at the dance, only themed outfits. The teachers will be in charge of how that craziness will be defined.
As a side note, I think we have to address the issue of bullying in school again. I’m going to bring it up tomorrow because today while walking to my 5th-period class I had to step in and stop the jocks from bullying Sean Snider. He’s an easy target because he’s a little shorter than the average high schooler and a bit awkward. I can relate a little bit because I use to be made fun of for my bright red hair and pale skin. Devin Martin and Jerry Shoemaker seem to be the ringleaders in most fights and bully-related issues on campus. I’ll talk to Mrs. Hartwell and Mr. Terrance tomorrow about the issue.
July 4 2017 Dear Journal,
First off, HAPPY 4TH OF JULY! It was a fantastic day… up until the end. It was a Tuesday, so I had to go to work and then come home for a lunch break before meeting up with mom and dad for a BBQ. Keeping with our yearly tradition we headed to the park to watch the fireworks when the sun goes down. The city went all out this year! There were a ton of awesome stands selling funnel cakes, hotdogs, pretzels, and even a German wiener stand! Nothing says American patriotism quite like German sausage, haha!
But now for the negative part of my day… I saw Sean Snider again today. I honestly think he really is stalking me. I don’t get any weird messages or anything online and so far I haven’t really felt like my life is being directly affected by him, but he has come into the coffee shop several times during my work shift including today. I’ve seen him at the store while applying for classes at college, and today at the park. I literally bumped into him at the German sausage stand. I turned around to walk back to my parents to get some cash and walked right into him! I know I’ve mentioned before that I think he’s following me around, but today I think this proves it. He’s being a little creep! The way I bumped into him really disturbed me. He’s so short that when I turned around and walked into him… just… ew…
April 6, 2018 Dear Journal,
Oh god, I haven’t been sleeping well during the past few weeks. I’ve been having nightmares and end up waking up around 3:00 am. I started having nightmares around July of last year. I know what it is too; I’m stressing and letting in negative thoughts. I have to try and stay positive and polite, but honestly, some people are complete garbage! I notice that the only nights I have nightmares are the days when someone ticks me off.
The nightmares are always the same too. That stupid childish monster my mom and dad made up to keep me in line… DarkEye… In every nightmare I see it creeping after me, slowly getting closer and closer every night I dream of it. I’ve gotten into the habit of looking under my bed and in my closet just in case there are monsters hiding there... namely DarkEye. Maybe I’ll start meditating again and try to think more positively.
April 9, 2018 Dear Journal,
Between college, work, and the possibility of having a constant stalker, (I saw Snider the creep today AGAIN!), I am stressing out and people are pissing me the hell off! Every night I have the same nightmare of DarkEye coming after me. I wake up at 3:00 am and find my closet door open when I’m sure I closed the damn thing!
I’m probably just being a drama queen, but I keep up the façade of being unaffected by the bull crap people throw my way. My coworkers talk smack about me behind my back and have accused me of going as far as sleeping with the boss to get my promotion. Two of my teachers are completely incompetent when it comes to grading papers, and I swear that sniveling little hobbit, Snider, somehow memorized my daily schedule because I see him EVERYWHERE! I’m just glad he doesn’t know where I live.
April 11, 2018 Holy shit journal!
My patience is being tested today. I woke up again last night and again my closet was wide open. I’m driving myself insane because this time I could have sworn I saw a monstrous dark figure stepping out. I managed to get my desk lamp on only to find myself completely alone, seriously the DarkEye is just make-believe. Going back to sleep was hard, but I got a bit of sleep afterward and managed to make it into work on time. My coworkers were being the usual assholes again. College life is just as annoying as usual. My professors must be retarded or drunk because they don’t seem to understand the course material at all.
I need to get a hold of myself. Maybe working and going to school is burning me out. I’ll try to slow down and relax for a bit this weekend. Also, I’m going to sleep with my lamp on tonight just to try and keep the nightmares at bay. This is getting ridiculous…
On the evening of April 12th, 2018 local media reported on the brutal murder of Shelly Mary Jones. In the following weeks, police and investigators used Shelly’s journals as well as the statements of witnesses in her neighborhood to piece together the events leading up to her death in the early hours of April 12th, 2018. Shelly was found by police responding to a 911 call made by concerned neighbors who reported hearing screams emanating from Shelly’s property a few minutes after 3:00 am that morning.
She was discovered lying in a puddle of her own blood in her bedroom. Her body was covered in bruises and multiple lacerations. Evidence discovered on the scene included: A large carving knife, taken from the victims kitchen, a blood-covered baseball bat also belonging to the victim, a cellphone and camera on the outside of the victim’s bedroom window with pictures of the victim taken from the outside of her home, DNA samples on the outside of the victim’s bedroom and bathroom windows, and multiple fingerprints on and around the outside of the victim’s bedroom window.
Witnesses reported hearing screams emanating from Ms. Jones’s home a few minutes after 3:00 am. The neighbor on the east side of Ms. Jones’s property reported hearing a loud crash as if someone knocked over some trash bins. The neighbor on the west side of Ms. Jones’s property was awoken by the sound of screaming and also reported hearing a similar crash that made him step outside in time to see a short man running down the street with a visible wound on his arm trailing blood.
Further investigation proved that the camera and cellphone found on the scene belonged to a man named Sean Caleb Snider. Investigators believe that Mr. Snider had developed an unhealthy obsession with Ms. Jones. Ms. Jones wrote about her suspicions on the very matter in her personal journals. Evidence suggests that Snider allowed his unhealthy obsession to build up to the point in which he began to gain entry into Ms. Jones’s property while she was asleep.
Investigators believe that on the night of the murder, Snider gained entry into her property, retrieved a knife from her kitchen with the intent to assault Ms. Jones in her sleep. A struggle ensued which led to the death of Ms. Jones. It’s believed that the bat and knife found on the scene were both used to assault the victim. The DNA and fingerprints found on the scene of the crime came back as a match to the suspect in question, Sean Caleb Snider.
He was later arrested the same day by police who found him hiding under his bed at his parent’s house. He had sustained a similar injury as described by the neighbor that witnessed Snider fleeing the scene, furthermore, the injury matched the lacerations on the victim’s body. It’s believed that he sustained the wound during the struggle with the victim. The baseball bat must have been a weapon of opportunity.
Snider was arrested and taken to the local hospital to treat his wounds. He has not cooperated with investigators and has shown signs of extreme mental instability.
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ECCC2017 goodness: my recap
Ok, so I've actually never written a blog, nor am I on tumblr too much, but I had such an incredible experience at my first comicon that I thought I should write a bit about it! Let's see how this goes. It all started when Sam and Cait (and Eddie), posted that OH SO ADORABLE video from the makeup trailer telling everyone they would be at Emerald City Comicon in Seattle. I was so busy at work that day, it was almost a blur. Twitter was abuzz about it, and my girlfriends and I were messaging back and forth like....I'm going, how can I not go, are you going? We have to go! And before I knew it, I was telling one of them...just buy me a ticket!! I'll make it work! And alas....ECCC2017 was a go. The opportunity to see Sam and Cait in person, and also a chance to meet 7 of the most wonderful girlfriends in the same city? SIGN ME UP! The first night in Seattle was so much fun! 7 of us (none of us had ever met, but have been talking on twitter every day for about a year), completely clicked so seamlessly, it was like we had met 10 times before! Meeting them was seriously the highlight. Ok yes, seeing Sam and Cait at the same con was also an out of body experience :). Besides majorly fangirling over seeing our faves the following day, the night i arrived at the hotel and meeting and spending hours laughing and drinking and eating lots of non MPC approved snacks, and playing Cards Against Humanity, and Never Have I Ever.... was priceless! The next day, on verra little sleep (how can we sleep when we were gonna see Sam and Cait the next morning!!), we arrived at the convention center at 7:15am. We mayyyy have gotten 4 hours of sleep night before, and that’s being generous! The doors were going to open around 10am, and we just HAD to get up close and personal at that panel. We arrived so early we were super close to the front of the line. It wasn't so much a line as a....smush together and stand for 3.5 hours... But heck, for them it was worth it, sore bodies and all.
They didn't let us in until 10:30, so needless to say our legs were about to fall off. When the time came to herd us thru, the organizers said..."no running".... ummm...yeah good luck with that. So we "walked super fast" and tried to get pretty close, but our squad of 8 kinda broke up in the shuffle and some of us grabbed seats in row 5, and the other girls a few rows behind. Still great vantage points! Cait came out first looking absolutely adorable. And in that leather jacket she wears soooo well. She looked beautiful in all black! Then Sam came out IN A KILT! Hallelujah!! It's been so long, I was like...are my eyes deceiving me?? They were not. And then he killed us with a wee kilt twirl. Lawwwwwd! Cait laughed! They seriously make each other laugh, oh...about every 5 seconds. And they were both wearing black leather jackets. As per usual...matchy matchy. The panel was great! They're just SO giggly and adorable and happy together, you can't help but feel the same! I love how much Cait teases him. It's the cutest thing ever to witness in person! They truly are just such bright lights and so engaging and caring and they love their fans so much. It's so evident when you watch them together.
There were tons of Q&A questions, and one of my girls, @heyheykatiemae asked one too!! It was perfect. Cait said ‘Hi Kate’...and I think we all died. Of course, after the fact, I now have like tons of questions I'll ask next time! The panel was about an hour or so, and after taking tons of pictures (most came out blurry....damn those low lights in the event room!), alas, the panel was over. We all had autograph tickets for Sam and/or Cait for that day after the panel but the room was already full so we were told we can go back for the 2nd shift around 4pm. So instead, we grabbed lunch and then headed to the hotel where they were doing the group photos! Omg, soon enough I would get my samcait sandwich!!! Kind of a dream! Long lines were completely fine bc it gave us time to catch our breath. Although, the nerves were definitely rampant! I mean, these two beautiful humans would be NEXT TO US in a matter of minutes. Never having a con experience before I didn't know what to expect regarding the photos . People around us who had already taken their solo pic with Sam said it's super quick and u barely have enough time to say hi! I wore my Unusual Lady tshirt, and under it I had my MPC shirt. Yes, my plan was to flash Sam the MPC shirt after Cait saw my Unusual Lady shirt. I also recently got into knitting so I knitted them both hats! Granted they'll be in 80 degree temps in South Africa, but eventually they'll be back in cold Scotland! Hearing that the photos would be super fast, I had no clue how I would say hi (or ramble incoherently), give them their hats, flash Sam (uhh the MPC shirt, that is), AND take a pic w them in the minimal time allotted! I was on line to take my pic, and after dropping off my jacket and bags on the nearby table, I heard NEXT! I saw them standing there and omg are they tall and gorgeous, and as I walked up to them I THINK I held out my arms and said Hiiiiii! I heard Cait scream and point to my shirt and smile! My unusual lady shirt!! I quickly pulled up my shirt to show Sam the MPC one underneath. And omg thank goodness I held down the shirt so there was no actual flashing 😳.. and he pointed and smiled and said that's great! I then mumbled...I knitted you both hats! Mind u, as I walked up, someone literally snatched my bag with the hats from me and put them into a box with other gifts. So after I said I knitted u two hats, I remember Sam saying oh great! In the blink of an eye I was between the two of them, and both of their arms were around me, and mine around them. Hello out of body experience.
Oh wait...let's back up slightly. So the day of the Con, I said to the girls..ok so I want to show Sam my MPC shirt after Cait sees the unusual lady shirt , and I said my fear is that I'll forget to pull my shirt down for the pic. Well, lo and behold half of my shirt was up for the pic. 🙈. As I was flashing Sam, I heard the organizer go MOVE. Umm gee, thanks for the time. So I ran between them for the pic and I remember pulling my shirt down, but I guess not all the way! When the pic was printed I was like oh nooooo 😂. But heck, it gives the pic more of a pop of color, and to be honest, no one is even looking at me when those two stunning humans are in that pic! Ok so back to being in between them... they both really squeeze tight and I remember that feeling so well! The photographer said.. READYYYY ... and then there was the FLASH. Then he yelled NEXT ! I said thanks and ran off. Problem was I ran the wrong way bc I was so flustered and then I hear someone say..wrong way! And I ran back to the correct exit side like a chicken with my head cut off. Thankfully there was no video of this! I tried to wait for my friends bc I was the first to go, but we had to move it along. After we were all done, there was a lot of screaming and squee'ing!! It really felt so rushed and I wish they gave us more time, but omg it was still so amazing taking a pic w them! They really are so tall in person! And so gorgeous and so kind!! Sam's leather jacket was so soft! And I remember putting my arm around Cait and it ended up on her arm! And Sam's hand ended up on my side and his fingers were pressed down. *faints*
So after we picked up our hard copy pics, we had a little time before the autographs. We composed ourselves. Ok, who am I kidding, there was zero composure as we all rehashed our picture experience with one another! We were freaking out! Next stop...the autographs! We lined up rather early but neither Sam nor Cait were in the room as of yet. It was so intimate! Didn't realize the room would be so small and cozy. They each had their own table next to one another but they were somewhat on opposite ends. After about 10min or so, Sam came in! So he walked in to all of us hootin and hollerin. I can't believe I just used the phrase hootin & hollerin. Does anyone say that anymore? Anyway.... when he walked in he did his cute schoolboy smile and wave. Granted I was just next to him for a photo but he was so close again! Cait was gonna be another few minutes bc she was still taking individual photos with fans. Because of this, they allowed the people who only had Sam autographs to move up in line while the others (I only had Cait bc Sam was already sold out) waited on Cait. I actually thought that half of the room would start to move up in the line, but it was only maybe 10 people or so. The others had both Sam and Cait, or just Cait. After a few min Cait arrived to a raucous applause. Not to mention a banging on the table by Sam when she walked in, and his big smile at her as she sat down. Such an adorable goober! Ok where was I... so we were waiting for the line to move and all of a sudden the lights went out! Then u hear Cait go... ladies, this is not the way to get to Sam! 😂 To which everyone laughed. When the lights came back up, both Sam and Cait were leaning back in their chair looking at each other and smiling. They continue to kill us. Sam was just sitting there alone, cause at the time no one was lined up at his table. So he made a funny comment like, where is everyone? I was standing so close and decided to talk to him. Cause I mean...why not, right? So I said yeah what's the deal. I said something like I'll keep you company. So he looks at me and goes (with a hand waving gesture) come on over. And then he winked. And then I died. I of course wasn't allowed to hop over the rope (darn), but that wink and smile was everything. A few minutes later Sam walked over to Cait, put his arm around her and scrunched down to her, whispered something, and then stood up and hand gestured that she talks too much, basically saying that's why he has no one in his line. Haha! He's the cutest, and he can never stay away from her! She laughed. We all swooned.
So I had brought with me the main promo card picture of Jamie and Claire from S1. I had Ron D. Moore sign it while ago and thought it would be great for Cait to sign it too. I was so sad I wasn't able to buy Sam's autograph ticket bc he was sold out. Cait is seriously so stunning. She just radiates joy. She is so genuine and so warm and friendly. You could truly tell she was having such a great time! She needs to go to cons more often! She's just so real, you can't help but smile in her presence. I was so thrilled to see how much love she was getting at this con. I mean...we all love Sam, that goes without saying! But Cait never attends these events, so to see all the attention and admiration from the fans, it was really a sight to behold. Both she and Sam are legit mesmerizing in person! They are just so beautiful, with such beautiful hearts. Sorry, got distracted there for a minute...ok, so it was finally time to walk up to Cait. I had my season 1 promo pic for her to sign, as well as a gorgeous pic of Cait that a couple of my friends & I had printed out to surprise one of our girls who couldn't be here. You really do lose all sense of speech when looking right at her! She signed both pictures and then i rambled. Earlier on, when I took my pic with her and Sam, I had brought them hats that I knitted, but someone snagged them from me so fast and put them into a box, so I asked Cait about it! *burrows head in sand*. I was like...hi! Question for you! So when we took our pic, someone took these hats I had knitted for you and Sam, and I was was wondering if you'll get them? So she goes, oh yes, they put everything in a big box for us and we'll definitely get it! She thanked me! Then she looked at my unusual lady shirt and said, with a big smile, thank you so much for supporting. I said oh of course, I'm so happy to. It's such a great charity and you do amazing work. She thanked me again, and I floated away. So, as I mentioned earlier, I didn't have a Sam autograph, but after leaving Cait's table you end up walking right past Sam to head out of the room. No one was in front of him at the time, so I verrrrry slowly walked by, while holding my picture that Cait just signed. His handler (not sure if that's the correct name) holds out his hand (to take my autograph ticket), but I said...I don't have one *sad face*, he was sold out. He felt so bad that he handed me (also with a sad face), one of Sam's headshots that was sitting there, unsigned. So I said thank you and then Sam looked up at me. He also held his hand out for my pictures, and I said....you were sold out, so you won't be able to sign my picture. I still had my sad face on, which was valid! He looked sad too and said oh noooo. He then put out his hand and goes..I'll sign it! Then he takes the picture from me. His handler lady says, did u buy an autograph? I was lost in the moment & didn't say anything, so she gives Sam a dirty look, he looks at her, continues to sign and goes...I'll pay for this one. DEATH. DEAD. GONE. He's the sweetest person in the world!! I cannot believe he did that! Then I proceeded to say thank you and blurted out...I'M A PEAKER TOO! I DID A 5K LAST WEEKEND. Yes, I blurted! He goes oh that's great! So good, way to do it. Then I left....walked into the hallway, and screamed with my girl Katie, because she was standing there next to me basically the entire time while waiting to have him sign her picture. So yeah...that moment was kind of everything.
Sam and Cait are just incredibly generous and genuine. Such good people. The OL fans at this con were so respectful and gracious and I enjoyed meeting other twitter and tumblr fans, as well! It was just the thrill of a lifetime seeing Sam and Cait together at the con. And what made it even better was getting to spend it with 7 of the best girlfriends, and going thru this experience together. They also had incredible experiences with both Sam and Cait, as highlighted wonderfully in @heyheykatiemae's blog! Take a gander, if you haven't already! My first con was absolute perfection. Fingers crossed they go back again next year, because we're all currently saving up money for ECCC2018 :). Ok well, that’s about all! Thanks for reading my ramblings! xx
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some wholesomeness for maz, jack and anze?
intimidating dude, intimidating but harmless dude, and the least intimidating thing in the entire universe, edit: oh god this is super hard when dissociating, edit 2: i’m back after three hour breather i’m sorry i’m just very sick rn
Blue goober
When they discover they’re got a crush: They’ve had a ton of little crushes but those didn’t show any interest back, they have no idea what happened with Moran, they just suddenly felt so giddy being around them and just wants to make them feel as happy as they are, very much confuse, so happy, a true crushHow they confess/hint: They’re really bad at hinting/flirting, it’s a straight up confession, it’s a simple ‘i like you, you know?’ if they say nothing back, they keep pampering them and just showing how much they like them, in the end it’s ‘i wish i could kiss you’Big gestures of love: Cuddling, pampering, all out kissing/holding, just let them show love to yaLittle gestures of love: Asking how your day was, making food for them, listening/talking etc. For both romantic and platonic loveHow to win their heart: Be gentle and not too imposing, they are tiny, a simple thought out gift helps tooHow to break their heart: call them names, start unecessary fights, pay no attention to them in a long whileTiny little turn-ons: imma leave these out bc they’re in the ace spectrumThings that make their heart flutter: a simple ‘i thought about you the other day’, holding handsTheir type: tall with four hands apparently, gentle, someone who lets them be themselves without it feeling awkward, Ideal date: quiet, only two of them, just spend time with one anotherPast relationships: few really short ones, any of them didn’t appreciate their lifestyleHow they might affect current relationships:‘Goals’ in a relationship (marriage, kids, a house, etc): It took a long time for them to consider marriage, but after meeting Moran it finally seemed right. Moving together has always been one of the goals in Maz’s mind when seeing someoneAny other love headcanons: It takes a trained eye to spot the difference in their showing of platonic and romantic love, because for them, the romantic parter should be a friend with lotsa kisses
Ex drunkard
When they discover they’re got a crush: disappointed, not again, please no,he gets flustered by said person more easily, he’s a nervous wreck nowadaysHow they confess/hint: he’s hardcore flirting, cracking out the worst puns, basically trying to make the person notice him, confessions and invitations catch him off-guardBig gestures of love: show as much affection as humanely possible for him, publicly showing affection as wellLittle gestures of love: his adoring look every time his significant other walk into the room, asking about the persons day, How to win their heart: be genuinely interested in him, be cheery and fun to be aroundHow to break their heart: leave him be, make it clear as day you don’t tolerate him anymoreTiny little turn-ons: touches on his neck, low husky voice, sweaty musclesBig turn-ons: Being handled rough and lovingly if that makes any sense, all out innuendos, groping his butt also gets a good reactionThings that make their heart flutter: lmao if the person of interest as much as looks in his direction he gets the doki dokisTheir type: for the last 20 or so years he’s seen himself as someone who should not get too picky, especially with his habits and looks or the lack of them, he can’t help it he’s still into buff men, scars are a nice plusIdeal date: Something fun together, doesn’t mind if in middle of a large gathering or just the two of them, beach is nice, as australian he is, also enjoys showing off his tats and admiring his parterPast relationships: few flings here and there, few more serious ones, most recent was andreas and it has been ten yearsHow they might affect current relationships: he’s very insecure, taken that the last one ended him in jail penniless by the man he loved and trusted, he can’t help it, and his way of coping with it... hasn’t landed him another partner‘Goals’ in a relationship (marriage, kids, a house, etc):Any other love headcanons: He falls in love head over heels very fast, but when actually getting a response he turns defensive. But if you keep it up and show him you’re 100% in he’s quick to lower his guard again
Fine commander
When they discover they’re got a crush: He’s brushing everything off really fast because he has work to do and civil war to prevent and ambassadors to deal with, in his younger years he was too busy training and hiding his sexuality from his father to crush on anyone, when Nics appeared, it took him a lots of flirting and shameless invitations to catch his attentionHow they confess/hint: He’s hinting very subtly, but once you notice it, he’s doing it all the time, his confessions are like his fighting, straightforward and better watch your feet you won’t fall overBig gestures of love: Kissing, an not just your everyday smooch, he gets passionate and into it. Actually saying ‘i love you’, letting you see in his most vulnerableLittle gestures of love: paying extra attention to your wellbeing, the state of your gear, bring you his share of food, suggest training together (bc combat medic Barros)How to win their heart: Be patient with him, show concern for him and genuine interest other than ‘oh a commander, looks good, acts good, fights good, gotta get a piece of that’How to break their heart: i don’t think he has ever had his heart broken. But speaking to him like he is is his father is a good way, dismissing all he’s done for his partner, accusing him of cheatingTiny little turn-ons: That special person complimenting him, heavy touching, Big turn-ons: Feeling his partner melt down under his touch, quivering, breathing heavily against his skin, letting him take the lead, and with consent, grab that crocth and let him pin you against a wallThings that make their heart flutter: his heart doesn’t flutter, it explodes, say something like ‘hey i was wondering where you were i want to show you something completely unrelated to your work bc i think you’re gonna like it’ admit that he’s crossed your mind and you haven’t forgotten him in two dayTheir type: he hasn’t had a much of time to think about that, but someone who contrasts him nicely, someone more calm and less reckless, maybe even cute, like sun and moonIdeal date:Past relationships: lmao watHow they might affect current relationships: he is very inexperienced‘Goals’ in a relationship (marriage, kids, a house, etc): he really doesn’t know what to look for, fer few years into being with Nics he only thought about maintaining it, towards the end he was seriously thinking about proposing but chickened offAny other love headcanons: i mean there’s no reason there wouldn’t be few writer and novels about character he has inspired to write in that cheesy romance novel for lonely women style
#is-that-what-i-think-it-is#ocs#ask#oh my god this took forever and the answers are half assed and now i feel even more terrible#also for still not replying to your answers too#i'm a mess
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Chapter Ten - Dark Portals
Brandon was a potato acrobat. Whoever was controlling him this time had him expertly dodging, leaping, and sprinting all over the place. He now had the orc’s giant ax in his small arms and was crushing foes left and right with it, and he was complaining the entire time.
“My body is my own! It’s not to be used as a play thing!”
Naomi really didn’t pay him any more heed. The dead had dropped to her amazements another bomb. She took it and laid in wait for the stone statues to come for her. When the first Anubis statue approached, she threw the bomb just right as his left leg, blowing it away , and causing him to fall into the other stone monster. They both crumbled and dropped a ton of loot. With the orc’s bag, she could now miraculously hold a lot more items. She loaded up on gems, magical items, and some extra daggers. Sadly, she had used up her only bomb. Thankfully, she had found an invigorating potion, and she was back to full energy.
The real problem was now figuring out how to get out of this game. A storm was was forming over Hyrule Castle, and the normally smoky and fiery air was being sucked up into a monstrous funnel cloud.
“Brandon, we either need to get away from here, or brave the palace,” Naomi shouted to him. She doubted it would do much, since he was being controlled, but she could only hope. She could hope that he might die in the game. Then it wouldn’t be her fault right?
To the west, the Tabantha Frontier erupted in stone and darkness. Some of the blackness dropped like goo near them, and people of the Twilight Realm formed from the dark substance.
Oh crap, what is going on now!?
“I think I have to go to the castle,” Nate said. “The girl just suggested it in the text.”
“Sweet stuff,” Vince replied. “And now that you have some materials around you, maybe there is something good for Brandon to use.”
“Hold on a sec.” Nate brought up the menu option and then started exploring. “Hold the proverbial phone! There’s a multiplayer option!”
“No way! Would I get Loink then?”
“Who knows,” Nate shrugged. “We gotta check this out!”
“Multiplayer Breath of the Wild with super hacks!? who wouldn’t play this,” Vince gushed.
Nate kept the game paused, which kept Naomi, Brandon, and all the enemies frozen in place. Vince started looking around for extra controllers.
“Why didn’t I think of that,” Kyle said, smacking his face. “I could have paused the previous game and we might have found a way to get them out.”
“I didn’t think this game would let you do that,” Tiffany said.
“There must be a way setting this up like Smash,” Vince muttered.
“I don’t think it would have worked that easily,” Agent Miles said, trying to sooth Kyle. “I think this indeed game that requires that they play through it to get out.”
“Oh man! I think that this game had brought back Twilight Princess! Dude! Dude! The ships might just sail here,” Nate squealed with delight.
Vince soon got a new pair of controllers running, and the screen split.
“Well, that kinda detracts from the beauty of the game,” Nate admitted.
“But still, this has gotta be the coolest thing ever! We’re going to dominate now,” Vince cheered. He looked at the menu for Naomi and then said, “Woah there! Check this out! I got the girl, and she a sword called Excalibur, and it can be enhanced. Just gotta use some of these items…”
“Dude, that is legit! You gotta kill some stuff and see how it does,” Nate said excitedly.
“And the flavor text says that this sword cannot be broken. So cool!”
And with that, the two boys got to work.
Naomi felt like life had suddenly paused, but she couldn’t explain why. Suddenly, Excalibur burst into radiant light and she started being controlled! She had to agree with Brandon that it wasn’t fun having someone else determine her actions, but she made certain not to complain like him. She was directed towards a group of Blue Lizalfos charging them. The Twili huddled together and begged for protection. Naomi cleaved her way through the lizards like a hot knife through butter. They exploded on contact with Excalibur.
“Alright! Now this is the kind of sword I wanted,” she exclaimed happily.
There was a clunking sound, and a sentinel came lopping into view. Before she knew it, Naomi was racing towards it with Brandon flanking her. He now had a cool halberd instead of the ax. He looked ready to cry, the goober. The sentinel locked in on them, but Naomi deflected the laser blast with her sword. Its light then started winking out. Whatever boost it had gotten, was probably wearing off after that attack.
She jumped and and swung Excalibur through the leg of the sentinel, slicing it clean off. The machine toppled and Brandon thrust his halberd into its eye. The health bar over the machine already showed that they had done significant damage to it. Her limbs being moved by somebody else, Naomi hacked away at the sentinel, even after Excalibur’s boost ended. The machine soon rumbled and blew up in a cloud of smoke and rubble. She and Brandon were then directed to pick up the dropped items.
Naomi looked up at the gathering storm and saw a massive dragon descending from it. It did not look like any dragon she had seen in a Zelda game. It was gray with red armor all over its body and two axes in its claws. Bright blue eyes gleamed from under its helm and it started bombarding the land with fire bombs.
I really don’t want to fight that thing, Naomi thought.
She was then whisked off in the direction of the castle.
“This is going to be a crazy boss fight when we get there,” Nate said.
“But are we ready?”
“We need to see what we are up against and get some resources. Vince, quickly see if you recognize that dragon, or if the internet does,” Nate instructed to his friend.
“Hold it,” Trick screeched, sliding into the room. “I know how to get them out of there! Look, we need to find this portal!”
He shoved the paper from the mailbox into Kyle’s hands, but Kyle directed him to the college students playing on the Switch. “They are in control of Naomi and Brandon right now.”
Trick didn’t bother wasting time asking who they were or where they came from. “Look, in order to win, we need to get Brandon and Naomi to this portal. It says that it is revealed when the Twilight Realm is revealed.”
“Hold on, let me compare maps,” Vince quickly said.
Nate paused the game again to give his friend time. They soon put their heads together to look at the different maps and talked about where the Twilight Realm should be in relation to the new game.
“The Tabantha Frontier makes the most sense,” Nate finally said. The maps say it is so, and that is where we saw the Twili fall from, I think. We need to go there.”
“Better than fighting that boss dragon now,” Vince agreed.
For the next hour, Trick, the agents, and the Jackson family watched and cheered with anxiety as the two strange savior led their loved ones through the bizarre alteration of the game. They led a crowd of Twili and confused citizens through a sea of enemies and towards the fuming wastes to the west.
Naomi had no clue where they were going, but she was certain now that they would make it. Whoever was playing was really good, and was guiding them along well. They had been fighting their way to the dark western horizon. The dragon had pelted them with fire and the storm was growing stronger, but thankfully the further they got from the castle, the storm lessened and the dragon stopped attacking.
During their flight, Naomi noticed that her stamina bar acted more like it should in the game, and she grew weaker less quickly. The same held true even for Brandon. She figured it was a positive side effect of the game now being played, rather than survived by them. The players also regularly boosted and healed her and the potato kid.
As they crested a broken mountain, she saw a land riddled with portals before her. They were all made of either stone arches, or giant behemoths of metal and machinery. She couldn’t fathom why she was brought here, unless….
They must have found a way home!
She shed a small tear at the thought of finally getting free! She and Brandon were led to explore the many portals. She saw curious writing on them, but couldn’t decipher it. Abruptly, she and Brandon were thrown through one portal. Everything started spinning, and she felt sick to her stomach. Then it all slowed, and she was alone in a void.
Feeling lost and abandoned, Naomi looked around. She saw not too far off two figures, talking together. One was clearly Midna, restored to her full glory, and the other was the Tscheapwhetzar! And she could hear them talking.
“I can assure you that you will see Link again, and when you do, you will finally have the chance you never thought you would,” the cloaked and hooded man said in a low voice.
“And if I do,” Midna said slowly, almost anxiously.
“You will be able to do whatever you want, but I will ask the Twili and the people of Hyrule to serve me in the coming war when I have their need,” the Tscheapwhetzar answered. “It is the Contract: your freedom, a chance to be with him again, in exchange for your friendship.”
Midna considered and then asked, “How will this disrupt our worlds? The timelines? You being here, my actions… They could have devastating effects.”
“I will ensure that there are no negative repercussions on your side,” the man assured her. “I stand between your decision and the judgement of the Guardians and all other powers. Seal this Contract, and I will never forsake you. I remember my friends and will always be there for them.”
The way he said that, with so much emotion and force being choked back, even Naomi felt like she could trust the Tscheapwhetzar. But she still wanted to warn Midna. There was something off about this, but as she tried to call out, she found she couldn’t.
“Then you will have my friendship,” Midna declared.
“Excellent,” the Tscheapwhetzar said in a soft hiss like a snake.
He handed the princess a shard of a black mirror, wreathed in red lightning...
Naomi was then pulled forcibly back to Earth and landed with a thud on the Jackson’s living room floor. The next thing she saw was Trick coming to her and helping her up. She was finally back! She took Trick’s face in her hands, and then headbutted him.
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I Went on Vacation
I spent the past weekend on the east coast with my sister, visiting Boston and Salem for my first time. Honestly, I can’t remember the last time I set foot in a new place and didn’t feel like an outsider. This is the first time I can remember arriving somewhere foreign and feeling totally at home. I fell in love with Boston, and I am already missing it more than I ever thought I would. There’s something about the east coast that feels like home to me.
I had an incredible couple of days, saw and did so much, and had a ton of fun with my sister, Aubrey. She lives in Key West (and I live in Michigan), so we don’t get to spend much time together. I’m so grateful for the relationship we have and for the time we were able to spend with each other this past weekend.
If you want to read more about my trip and see some photos, keep reading!
Thursday night, I stayed in South Lyon so I wouldn’t have such a long drive to the airport. And although it was pitch black and pouring rain, I made it there before midnight. (Super big thank-you to the Heinrich’s for letting me crash!) I was up at 4:00am and on my way to Detroit Metro, bright eyed and bushy tailed, to navigate my way through the construction-ravaged airport until I found myself in a parking garage. I didn’t care how much it would cost or how far I would have to walk, I just wanted to be out of the car and on the airplane. I fumbled my way to a shuttle, was herded through security, and found my gate without any real problems. I finally boarded around 7:00am and the flight departed shortly after.
(here’s the plane I took from Detroit to Boston)
(bye-bye, Michigan)
Here’s the thing about flying; I don’t necessarily like it. The more I do it, however, the less I hate it. The worst part for me is the initial take-off, and of course the landing. But being able to look out the window and watch the world fall away, soaring between cloud layers 30,000 feet above land... there’s something about it that is so freeing.
(above the clouds)
I landed in Boston around 9:30am - short flight! I found my way through the airport rather easily and made my way outside to grab a cab to the hotel. My sister booked us a room at the Yotel Boston, which has only been open for about 8 weeks. Check-in wasn’t until 3:00pm, so I decided to go out and explore Boston on foot.
I don’t know what I was expecting out of the scenery or the people or the weather, but I was absolutely blown away by how comfortable and happy I felt as I walked. I found myself down by the water, near the Children’s Museum and the Boston Tea Party Museum, and just could not stop smiling. I walked some more, mesmerized by the history and the architecture, falling more in love with this city with every step I took and every corner I turned.
(buildings across the harbor)
(Harborwalk and a peek at the Boston Tea Party Museum and Ship)
The weather was perfect; warm, with a nice steady breeze. It was cloudy, but I didn’t care. Everything was beautiful. After walking for a while, I started to feel a little tired and overwhelmed, so I went into a quiet cafe, got a coffee, and read some of my book to decompress and wind down a bit from the excitement of exploring a new city.
(the book is “Writing Down the Bones” by Natalie Goldberg)
By this time, I’d made the conscious decision that I was going to need to buy a pack of cigarettes. (I know, I know. I quit a long time ago, but they help when I feel anxious, so I caved. I’m back off the wagon now, promise.) I found a 7-11 just a few blocks down the street and bought a pack, and a lighter, then headed back toward the hotel to wait for my sister’s ferry to get in from the Cape.
Aubrey arrived at our hotel around 1:00pm. We had the concierge team hold our luggage and immediately went in search of some food. We ended up at a place called Brandy Pete’s, where we got a vegetarian platter (salad, olives, peppers, hummus, pita, veggies, etc.) and a cup of clam chowder. Oh, and a beer, of course.
After lunch, it was back to the hotel to check in, and our room was amazing. If you haven’t heard of Yotel, you should really look it up. It’s all very techy and their main focus is on efficiency. Unfortunately, I didn’t take a lot of pictures of the hotel or our room, but you can see the cool amenities on their website. We relaxed, unpacked, changed our clothes, and got ready for the rest of our night exploring Boston.
First, we headed down to the Tea Party Museum for the 5:00pm tour. But it wasn’t just a tour; it was an interactive exhibit and reenactment, and it was amazing. The actors were so funny and nice, and the exhibit was educational without being boring. We toured a ship, got to throw some “tea” into the harbor, and were given roles to play at the town meeting. I even had a line to read, and that was really fun. At the end, we watched a short film that was actually quite emotional. I stopped in the gift shop on the way out to buy a tiny snow globe that contained Paul Revere on horseback. Unfortunately, photos were not permitted through the majority of the museum, but I didn’t mind.
(my sister with Samuel Adams)
(the museum from the side)
After reluctantly leaving 1773 and the museum behind, we walked around Quincy Market and found ourselves at Ned Devine’s Irish Pub for a beer. As we continued to explore the area, it started to rain, so we ran to yet another 7-11 and bought a bottle of wine to drink at the hotel. Before getting back, however, we stopped at Shake Shack (right next door to our hotel) for burgers and fries. We ate, drank wine, and relaxed until falling asleep.
(just some of the gorgeous architecture)
(this statue’s got swagger)
(this city is calling my name)
(this wine is not very good, fyi)
On day 2, I woke up and took a shower in the coolest shower ever, got some coffees from the lobby, and my sister and i got ready for another day of walking, exploring, and getting tears in our eyes. We were headed to Salem.
On our way to North Station, we passed the Holocaust memorial. There are no words to describe the feeling you get when walking through the memorial - towers of glass printed with thousands of numbers, not names, memorializing those who were unjustly killed. There were flowers laid all over along the walkway, which was mostly made of grates through which steam poured constantly. It was an out of body experience to say the least.
(just one of the many towers of glass - you can see how small the print is, how many numbers are listed. it’s truly heartbreaking.)
(here I am, trying to keep my shit together as I read quotes from Holocaust survivors printed on the glass - you can see all the steam coming up from the ground.)
(flowers and other offerings lined the memorial)
We finally made it to North Station, where we hopped on an express bus to Salem. We didn’t necessarily have a plan for when we arrived, but I had purchased two tickets to tour the Witch House at 1:30pm, so we had some time to explore before and after. We left the station and just kind of started walking.
(this church was the first thing that caught our eye as we wandered - No Place for Hate!)
Since we’d both skipped breakfast yet again, we needed lunch first before walking all day. We found our way to the Howling Wolf Taqueria where we had some of the most amazing nachos ever, and a couple drinks.
(before we demolished it, along with Aubrey’s jalapeño margarita)
(after the carnage.... we were hungry!)
While we were inside the restaurant, a parade began in the streets. We weren’t 100% sure what it was for, but it seemed like a peaceful demonstration, preaching love and peace and unity. It was heartwarming to see, knowing that at the very same time, in Boston, some assholes were throwing together a “free speech rally.” (However, upon returning to Boston that night, we discovered that counter-protesters outnumbered the white supremacists and the rally was over before anyone could get hurt. So thankful for that!) Finally, we finished our drinks and continued on our walking journey.
(a memorial we passed on our way to the Witch House)
We arrived at the Witch House right on time, and began our self-guided tour throughout the entire house. It was yet another moment in which I felt incredibly emotional. The pressure in my chest remained all throughout the house, and didn’t go away until we’d vacated the property. I can only chalk this sensation up to my heightened sense of intuition and empathy, and I felt like I could really feel the history in the walls and furniture, and just in the atmosphere of the house itself. It was amazing, informational, and everything I’d ever dreamed it would be. This was the thing I was looking forward to the most, and it did not disappoint.
(here’s me being a goober under the sign)
(the entrance to the house)
(panoramic view of the children’s room, courtesy of Aubrey)
When we left the Witch House, we had no specific destination. So, we just wandered some more. And we ended up finding all of the best things.
(the Bewitched Statue)
(a cute little street marketplace, with live music)
(a memorial for Bridget Bishop, the first of many to be accused and punished for practicing witchcraft)
(a very old cemetery, with tons of headstones and even some tombs)
(we didn’t go inside the museum, but the outside was pretty enough)
(admiring the stick work)
(we clearly geeked out over the stick work)
(a beautiful Goddess statue and book of shadows in a witch shop window)
Honestly, we saw so many amazing things that day in Salem, it’s overwhelming. We truly got the best out of our day. While we weren’t able to get a reading from Lorelai, a local psychic, we got to meet her for minute and walk around her shop. Everything was vibrating with energy. We went into another shop near the wax museum and I got my sister to play with a pendulum. Never thought I’d see her dowsing, but she was into it! Score one for me. ;)
To rest our weary legs, we went searching for a bar, and I was beyond relieved when we found Brothers Taverna and a pitcher of PBR. Our bartender was very friendly and it was a great place to relax and gear up for the walk back out of town. On our way to the station, we stopped at HausWitch and I grabbed a little amethyst cluster to remember Salem by.
We were exhausted by the time we got back to Boston, (shout out to our Uber driver, Angel - he was hilarious) and in desperate need of more food. We tried out the rooftop bar and restaurant at our hotel, but the food did not seem like it was worth the money. And after a $15.00 mojito, I was ready to get the hell out of the swanky joint and hit something a little more our speed for dinner. So we went a few blocks down to Yo! Sushi. And let me tell you, it was the most fun I’ve ever had eating sushi. There was a conveyor belt that went around the whole counter where you sat to eat, and you just grabbed what you wanted. The plate colors indicated the price range. It was easy, fun, interactive, and most importantly, delicious.
(our dessert... I was so full that my sister was fortunate enough to eat the majority of it, but it was soooo so good)
Before heading back to the hotel for the night, we went back down by the water to get one last look at our new favorite city in the dark.
Nothing could have prepared me for how quickly I fell in love with Boston, and I am so happy that I got the chance to explore such a wonderful city with my big sister.
(I think that expression says it all - I love you, Boston, and I’ll be back soon)
(I was sweaty and tired, and the shadows were not good to me, but I still love this pic - one of the few of the two of us together this weekend)
(just a little bedtime selfie, saying goodnight to Boston one last time while my sister snores next to me)
Sunday was our final day in Boston - the day of travel. We started our morning with a few hours of stress as we both scrambled to access held funds in order to travel and eat that day. Let me tell you, traveling on a budget is hard work, but we somehow pulled it off. After everything that could possibly go wrong absolutely went wrong, we gave up and grabbed an Uber to the airport (shout out to Lorraine - best music selection of any Uber I’ve ever been in).
Once we arrived at the airport and dodged a few more curveballs that life had to throw at us, the dust settled and we got ourselves more nachos and drinks at Todd English’s Bonfire. My sister and I watched Bad Moms on her kindle while we waited, and then her flight left and I waited for a few hours until my own flight began boarding later that night. I mostly just watched Ozark on my phone or wandered around listening to podcasts. Then, I boarded my flight back to Detroit and pouted out the window as Boston drifted away into darkness and lights.
I landed in Detroit super late at night, and had one hell of a time figuring out where I had parked my car. With the help of multiple desk agents, shuttle drivers, and pilots, I found my way back to my car and nearly cried at the sight of it. I made my way out of the airport and back onto the highway to drive three hours back home. I almost ran out of gas and had to pull off near Grand Rapids to fuel up before finishing the remaining 45 minutes of my drive to Muskegon.
When I came inside and went up to bed, my dog, Loomis, promptly smothered me with his entire giant body and would not let me move. I was okay with it. I missed him, too. I woke up in the morning to another smiling face - my daughter, Olivia was ready to join the snuggle party, too. I gave her the snow globe I’d bought at the Tea Party Museum, and showed her the amethyst cluster and all the photos I had taken over the weekend. Then, we made pinhole boxes so we could watch the eclipse without going blind.
All in all, I’d say this was an incredibly successful weekend, topped off with a rare celestial phenomenon and a quiet day of relaxation.
I can’t wait to return to Boston, and Salem, and explore even more of the amazing east coast. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed re-living this journey with me! Now, back to reality - work and class and writing.
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The Bachelorette Episode 5 recap: What was absolute garbage last night, and where were the bright spots?
Lee’s racism is still a main storyline, and it’s still super gross.
Hey gang, welcome back to hell, aka the recent episodes of The Bachelorette. This week, we’re going to do things a little bit differently, because I’m fed up that the producers are still making one guy’s flaming racism a main storyline.
In case you missed it, we left off primed for a two-on-one date between Lee and Kenny, from which only one man can return. Oh, and as though that weren’t bad enough in and of itself, they’re dragging this out for two nights. There’s an episode tomorrow, too, which is, for a Bachelorette beat writer, like having two back-to-back exams in college and but without Cheetos from the library’s vending machines to get you through.
Last week I wrote about how this show stopped being fun. I debated not writing about it at all anymore, to be honest, because a) last week made me want to stop watching, b) I have only so much to say about how slimy it is, and c) I said it all here. I have a feeling that until Lee and his Richard Spencer haircut get sent home, I’ll just keep writing some version of that over and over, with varying degrees of disgust.
However, I’m hoping that once this Lee B.S. is done, the show will get back to being what it’s supposed to be: a dumb (as opposed to sinister), Monday night diversion. In the meantime, I’m going to write about this program by scoring it like a sports game. I’ll be awarding an arbitrary number of points to Team Garbage and Team Bright Spots, so that at the end of this we can see whether there was anything worth watching at all.
BACK IN GOOD OL’ SOUTH CAROLINA BECAUSE THAT’S WHERE WE ARE FOR SOME REASON
Ugh, Kenny and Lee are talking on the porch. Kenny’s trying to stay calm. Lee says, “I respect how f[bleeping] calm you are, because you couldn’t do that the other night.” Lee is egging Kenny on, asking if he wants to get violent, twisting his words, gas-lighting him. I hate this. Lee calls Kenny a stack of bleeding muscle.
+1,800 for Team Garbage.
But then Kenny says this about Lee when Lee eventually backs down: “See what a b**** does when a b**** is confronted?”
+1,800 for Team Bright Spot.
BRYAN IS A TOOL
Bryan and Rachel are making out in a sailboat tied to a dock. It’s reminds me of kids making out in parked cars behind the high school gym, but instead of a car it’s a boat, and instead of high school it’s a reality show, and instead of kids it’s two humans over 30.
Bryan’s smarmy, smooth voice sounds like that of a late night DJ on a soft rock station. He says to Rachel, “So if you think I’m too good to be true for you, and I think you’re too good to be true for me, then there’s a very simple solution: I just think we’re a perfect match.”
Someone call Shakespeare and tell him there’s a new all-time great wordsmith coming for his throne!!!
This is not a point for Team Bright Spot, but it’s not a point for Team Garbage either. It’s more a point for Team Goober, so let’s go ahead and add that to the mix.
+900 for Team Goober.
Bryan's priorities are in order. #TheBachelorette http://pic.twitter.com/cla5qLM32i
— The Bachelorette (@BacheloretteABC) June 27, 2017
OH NO, OH JACK STONE, OH POOR JACK STONE
The last one-on-one date in South Carolina goes to Jack Stone, the lawyer who, for some reason, is the first person in the history of The Bachelorette to get a last name rather than just an initial.
I thought Bryan was a tool. But Jack Stone is giving him a run for his money from the get-go, when he says, from the perch of the horse-drawn carriage, “I like to joke, and if someone can’t take a joke, and joke back, it’s boring.”
Jack Stone, buddy, pal, my friend: if you have to say it, it probably isn’t true. This schmuck has definitely texted one of his friends before and been like, “Why do nice guys always finish last?”
Rachel and Jack Stone go to this bar called Shuckin’ and Shaggin’, where they eat oysters and do a dance called shagging. Which is not, as Austin Powers would lead you to believe, another word for having sex. Rachel doesn’t seem to be having much fun. Jack Stone gets pretty creepy on the boardwalk afterwards.
Jack and Rachel laying down the law on the dance floor! Well, Rachel anyway. #TheBachelorette http://pic.twitter.com/r9RJbRP0QM
— The Bachelorette (@BacheloretteABC) June 27, 2017
“So it was really hard to focus in there,” Jack Stone says. “Did you not notice? I kept staring at you? You looked amazing. You looked so pretty in there.”
Then he tries to kiss Rachel and Rachel is like “Eh, I’m sick, you don’t want to kiss me,” and he’s like no I do, and she’s like, no you don’t, and then he kind of pecks her on the lips and I AM DYING. I couldn’t be experiencing more second-hand embarrassment if I were actually the second hand on Jack Stone’s body.
OH MY GOD THE MOST AWKWARD EVENING DATE IN THE HISTORY OF THE BACHELORETTE HAPPENS
Note: If you’ve ever been on an incredibly uncomfortable date and don’t want to relive it, skip this, because I guarantee it will bring those memories flooding back. After watching and writing this I can’t stop thinking about this one date I went on where the conversation was the romantic equivalent of pulling teeth, so I lied and said that my roommate called to tell me my dishwasher broke. And I said I had to leave to “fix my dishwasher.” I might be a jerk.
Jack Stone tells the camera he’s falling in love with Rachel, which is strange because I think they’ve had maybe one (1) conversation before today. She looks as though she’d like to fall into the void she’s wishing would open up underneath the table.
Rachel says all the right things though, about how he’s great on paper, and how she’s hoping there’s some chemistry there. I find it hard to believe she thinks there could be after she looked physically repulsed when he tried to kiss her that afternoon, but I guess she’s all in on Bachelorette-speak.
It becomes very clear very quickly that there is no chemistry to be found when Jack Stone starts getting super weird. This, I have to say, is quality television. I’m laughing pretty hard as Jack Stone says, “I love parents,” and, “is your dad funny? I feel like I get him.” Rachel’s like “you don’t know my dad?” And Jack Stone’s like:
When it's just not there. #TheBachelorette http://pic.twitter.com/M78lb36ibz
— The Bachelorette (@BacheloretteABC) June 27, 2017
AND THEN JACK STONE SAYS HE’D LIKE TO TAKE RACHEL TO DALLAS, LOCK THE DOOR, AND JUST LAY IN BED AND HANG OUT
Which is what serial killers say before they murder you. I’m pretty sure Jack Stone is blacked out; I think that’s what’s going on. I don’t know how many drinks he had at Shuckin’ and Shaggin’, but he can barely string sentences together, and has trouble processing it when Rachel sends him home from the date for being the Mayor of Sketchyville.
I don’t know how to score this. I think we might be back to Team Goober. And I think it’s, like, +90,000.
LEE TALKS MORE TRASH, WILL EXPLAINS RACISM TO HIM, LEE DOESN’T LISTEN
Lee is trying to get Will to be on his side about the whole Kenny thing. And Will is like, “When you call someone aggressive, there is a long-standing tradition in this country of regarding black men in america as aggressive to justify a lot of other things.”
Lee goes on a rant about how he doesn’t respect it when people play the race card, and I want to put my foot through the television.
+320,984 points for Team Garbage.
ROSE CEREMONY
We know Lee won’t go home because they’ve been teasing the two-on-one date with him and Kenny forever. My question is: Are the producers making Rachel keep him around? Is she okay with this? She cant LIKE him. Ugh.
+10,000 points for Team Garbage.
+900 points for Team Bright Spot, because Iggy finally got sent home.
BRYAN’S ONE-ON-ONE DATE IN NORWAY BECAUSE SOMEONE AT ABC HAS CONNECTIONS TO THE NORTH POLE
I don’t know why, but for the past two seasons we keep going to the arctic. Nick took his ladies to Finland, and now Rachel’s taking her gents to Norway. Nothing against either of these countries: They both seem great. But whatever happened to romantic beach escapes? One of the producer’s dads must owe Santa Claus a ton of money and this is how they’re working through the debt.
Anyway, Rachel and Bryan go on the first one-on-one date in Norway, which is funny, because she hated Jack Stone and loves Bryan and they look exactly the same. Actually, they both look just like Joel Osteen, as Clinton Yates of The Undefeated pointed out. And then Jeff Weiner of the Orlando Sentinal made this:
I don't know what this is (network sitcom? cult brochure?) but creating it was a welcome distraction from what's happening on this show rn. http://pic.twitter.com/zGDpzTQicA
— Jeff Weiner (@JeffWeinerOS) June 27, 2017
Anyway, Rachel and Bryan-Jack-Joel go to this huge-ass ski jump left over from the Olympics (I think, I dont know, kind of made that up) and repel down it. Rachel is scared.
“I think I'm more afraid to let go physically rather than emotionally, but today I’m afraid to let go physically,” says Rachel, and it’s the most impressive Bachelorette platitude I’ve ever heard.
They make out in mid-air; Bryan makes these soft humming sounds while they kiss and I feel physically ill.
RACHEL IS INTO BRYAN, PHYSICALLY
Rachel and Bryan have a ton of chemistry, I’ll admit, so I think she just wants to seriously smooch (wink, wink) him. She wonders why Bryan is 37 and still single if he’s so great, and I’m like, hey, listen, let’s not assume people aren’t dateable just because they’re not already spoken for. I say this out loud to the pint of Ben & Jerry’s in my lap and the house plant near the television that I have named Steven.
Your friendly neighborhood Bachelorette, Rappelling Rachel! #TheBachelorette http://pic.twitter.com/ZXWAMOyXxr
— The Bachelorette (@BacheloretteABC) June 27, 2017
Rachel is being honest about not being able to believe it when good things happen to her when it comes to relationships. She says she doesn’t believe men when they say nice things, and that she has trouble taking compliments, because she’s guarded and skeptical. I relate to this, and would imagine many other women probably can too, so this is a big win for Team Bright Spot.
But then Bryan’s like yeah I used to be skinny and had acne and no one liked me but then I got super hot when I was a senior in high school LOL. Who among us, Bryan with a Y?
Anyway I guess they had a nice date, Bryan’s fine, whatever, who cares. I don't know why he creeps me out so much. He just does. He tells Rachel he loves her.
Let’s give Team Bright Spot +20,000 for this date because the bar is so low.
HANDBALL DATE AND ALSO OH YEAH PETER IS GOING TO WIN THE SHOW
“He was like Jordan in the ’97 Finals.” –Rachel on Will #TheBachelorette http://pic.twitter.com/3y76Moiplb
— The Bachelorette (@BacheloretteABC) June 27, 2017
So the guys go play handball. Alex the Russian dude calls the Norweigians vikings, and the Norweigian handball coach says, “Handball is life.”
Peter is so clearly going to win this whole thing — he and Rachel make out (she straddles him!) in a hot tub at the night portion of the date. They walk back into the main room three and a half hours later the way two college kids who had sex all night walk into the dining hall in the morning and have to face all their friends.
But Rachel gives Will the Immunity Rose because if she gave Peter the Immunity Rose everyone would be like yeah, I’ll pack my bags and leave because there’s no way I can catch up to how much Rachel likes Peter.
There is, however, this really funny moment when Josiah tells Rachel, “You are the woman for me. The woman of my dreams. I just want to grow old with you and I really, really mean that, Rachel.”
Rachel is like hey, the thing is, you don’t ask me questions about myself.
Josiah says, “Right. You’re so perceptive.”
He leaves the conversation being like, “Nailed it!” and she literally tells the camera: “Do I question it? Of course. He sounds disingenuous. He likes the idea of me than rather than really getting to know who Rachel is.”
I love how this probably happens all the time with dudes. Where a woman leaves a date being like, eh, he seems up his own ass and self-involved, and he’s on his group text with his friends being like “she loves me, bro, I killed it, we’re totally going to bone.”
#TheBachelorette http://pic.twitter.com/6eEiPIA3RC
— The Bachelorette (@BacheloretteABC) June 27, 2017
Team Bright Spot gets points because Rachel dunked on Josiah behind his back. +1,825
LEE AND KENNY’S AWFUL, MANIPULATIVE 2-ON-1 DATE
This is where stuff gets bad again. I’m still so appalled by how long this storyline has gone on.
I have a hard time believing Rachel doesn’t see exactly what’s happening. It’s not about her relationships with them at this point, these guys have become a side show. Yes, that’s what the two-on-one date always becomes — no one who goes on it ever makes it very far after. But this is the grossest yet.
The whole back-and-forth on the date is fairly extensive, but, in short: Kenny tells Rachel he isn’t aggressive the way Lee says he is, and then Lee lies and says that Kenny tried to pull him out of a van one time. Rachel says she believes Kenny.
This reminds me a lot of WWE. Kenny’s a wrestler. He’s the face. Lee is so one-dimensionally evil that I don’t know whether this is scripted; he’s the quintessential heel. The producers have set it up so the two of them just sit there talking trash to each other for a while, and Rachel isn’t there. I don’t know where else she could be if not told specifically to hang back, considering they just flew into the middle of nowhere on a helicopter.
Perhaps it’s real. But either way, we’re all being manipulated racism for ratinga, and it’s and ugly and I wish they hadn’t gone this shameful route. No amount of knowing or not knowing absolves this plotline of it’s terribleness.
Tomorrow won’t be any better — Kenny bleeds from the eye and weeps, and Rachel cries a lot. I am dreading this with every fiber of my being.
But hey, nothing like a bunch of active racism to promo the next episode! This has moved to extremely shameful levels
— Clinton Yates (@clintonyates) June 27, 2017
Team Garbage points: +2,890,267
TOTALS
Team Garbage: 3,223,051
Team Bright Spots: 24,525
Team Goober: 181,800
Welp, Garbage won tonight by a landslide and I can’t imagine tomorrow will be any better! Classic 2017 for ya.
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