#happy fox fucks friday sunday

[catboydogma]

FIRST NAME COMMANDER LAST NAME FOX

[ ID: a digital drawing of commander fox from the clone wars tv show, depicting fox as a clone trooper with graying short curly hair and several facial scars (one on the right side of his mouth, two by each corner of his left eye) and holding a gun up by his shoulder. a stylized set of red (fox) teeth in an open jaw frame his face.

a square of small handwritten text in the backdrop has a jumbled and repeating set of lyrics from the song "pale horses" by moby: put me on the train, send me back to my home / put me by the window, let me see outside / looking at all the places where my family died / leave me by the churchyard, leave me on my own / the storm will come and take me back to my old home. / end ID ]

[parsheliii]

Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria

"Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza... Err... This is your first night isn't it Great-"

"George, that's the wrong one"

"What?"

"That's the wrong script, you are reading the wrong one!"

"Uh...Oh! I see now, this one?"

"Yup"

"K...

Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria! Where all dreams come true!

Come enjoy a slide of pizza with all your family and friends while listening some fancy music from the Fazbear's Band! Or hearing some curious stories at the Pirate Cove.

Alfred Fazbear, the leader of the band, with Benjamin Babier, our guitarrist, will be the waiters that will assist you when their performance is over, they will be the ones to bring all your wants and needs.

Chanelle Cairo, our sweet vocalist, will also be the chef and cook, the pizza's recipe hasn't changed in decades, the main creator being Alfred's father, Dock Fazbear.

...

I gotta add that Freddy doesn't know how to cook and he is a fucking failure to his family, even his sister was the chef in her own pizzeria back then, how can you be the only one that can't even fry an egg, Fazbear??"

"Keep. Reading. The. F*cking. Script"

"...And last things last, Felix Farley, being our storyteller, is also our delivery, you will get your pizza in a blink of an eye if you use our delivery services!

Being said, the bear here himself, George Kietzman, will be the one taking your phone calls and orders by calling 1-800-083, don't forget delivery services is just for night time!

Afternoon phone orders will have to be taken in the pizzeria's location.

Other things to let you know:

• Fazbear's Band perform every monday to thursday from 4 p.m. to 6 p.m., so write that down in your schedules and don't miss it!

• Pirate's Cove is exclusive for saturday nights and birthday parties, so don't forget to book your next birthday party at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria to enjoy some new stories from our beloved pirate fox!

• Friday nights are the perfect nights for YOU to perform! Come over and show all your talent, or just have some fun at the karaoke with your friends while singing the songs of your choice!

• We are closed on sundays, so we will be seeing you on mondays back again!

That's it, how did I do?"

"...Could have been better"

____________________________________

Endless Show At Freddy's is based on the characters and story from Five Nights At Freddy's, owned by Scott Cawthon.

The story and characters are REALLY different. It includes a lot kind of relationships and ideas that aren't canon in game, but they are in this AU, if you aren't happy with them, I'm not going to change them just 'cause of ya', so keep your words.

The same goes with some characters' genders and designs, they might change from the original character, just because! For the fun of it :]

Who is who? Here is a short list:

Freddy Fazbear→ Alfred "Freddy" Fazbear

Bonnie The Bunny→ Benjamin "Ben" Babier

Chica The Chicken → Chanelle Cairo

Foxy The Pirate Fox→ Felix Farley

Golden Freddy→ George Frederick Kietzman

Notes:

• Mr. Cupcake is Chanelle's pet, he is a chihuahua. He doesn't work there, I just wanted to show how Chica's cupcake looks like in my AU

• If you have been here long enough, George still has ear piercings, but in this reff sheet I couldn't add them because they are in his other ear (this is mostly a note for myself, because I will probably forget lol)

• Felix has another outfit when he works as the delivery, I just preferred to show him with his pirate clothes, I don't want anyone confused by 'why doesn't he have pirate clothes???" I'll do an individual reff just for his delivery clothes, including Chanelle, she also has another clothes while cooking, i'm not going to let her cook with that cute dress!

[autumnleaves1991-blog]

College AU Week 1 Day 5 - Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia

A/N: We only have two more days for college week! On Friday we will begin the shop AU week! Thank you for reading, reblogging, commenting, and liking! I read all of it and it makes my heart happy. :)

Pairing: Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x F! Reader 

Warnings: 18 + (Language 

My Masterlist 

We’re studying in the library, and there are two people very obviously fucking in the stacks, and we keep sharing embarrassed glances - Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia 

You gazed up at him through the veil of your lashes. He was older than the others in your class, retiring from the army and going back to school on the G.I bill. The first day you saw him in the U-shaped classroom, he sat directly across from you. 

You shyly smiling at him as he almost seemed to glow from the brightness of his own smile. Every day you would wait in the hallway to talk to him, him always staying behind to speak with your professor. And every single day, he would shuffle out a quick hello and be dashing down the hall. 

You were beginning to feel like the looks you shared with him across the classroom were one-sided until last week. A group project was announced, and you felt the possibility swirl around you. The partners were assigned, and luck was on your side as the professor said your name and his, Santiago Garcia. 

Fuck, even his name was dreamy. On that day after class, he was the one waiting for you, and you exchanged numbers. Flirting heavily on both sides, as you agreed to meet at the library at ten in the morning on Sunday. 

That’s how you ended up across from the silver fox before you. His curls drooping across his forehead lightly, wet from the light rain outside.  Skin sun-kissed and tight in the confines of his t-shirt, his jacket thrown off across the back of the chair. 

And if you didn’t think he could get any fucking sexy, the readers on the edge of his nose have pushed you over the edge. You swear you could orgasm just watching him read from across from you. The way his fingers smooth against the pages of the book when his tongue comes out to swipe his finger as he turns the page. 

“Hey,” you shake your head and look up, alarmed, into his amused eyes. “Are you okay?” 

“Uhm, yeah, why?” 

“Because you were zoning out on me. I’m not boring you, am I?” his eyes alight with mischief, knowing he caught you watching him. 

“Yeah, I just…” quick think of something quick brain you search for an answer, “your glasses are really sexy.” You feel the heat on your face and drop your head groaning. Fuck, that is not what you meant to say. 

He lets out a chuckle, “You really think so? They don’t make me look like an old man?” 

“No, not at all! I…” you bite your lip, “I really like them.” Shit might as well go for it. “I really like you in general.” 

He smiles a real genuine smile and reaches across the table for your hand. They’re warm and calloused from his time in the service, and you tremble as he rubs his thumb in circles on your skin. “I like you too,” he whispers, never looking away. “Would you like to get dinner with me after we’re done?” 

You nod, “Yes!” you cover your mouth at the shout before you both burst out laughing. 

His smile warms you to your core, and you swear you could get lost in the depth of his eyes. But, something always ruins the moment, and this time it’s two someone's. The moans echo off the walls of the third floor. A woman moans loudly, and you hear the sounds of books cascading to the floor of the library as a man groans, both them panting. 

Oh fuck. 

Someone is fucking in the goddamn library. 

Santi looks around wide-eyed as he hears it too. Before looking back at you, smiling and trying to suppress his laughter. “I guess we aren’t the only ones feeling the love in the library,” you laugh before processing his words…wait, love? 

It’s almost as if he processes the same time as you, both of you sharing a look across the table. With the sounds coming from the stacks and the heat rising, you let go of his hand and push the books to the floor, crawling across the small table and straddling his waist. He’s waiting for you and pulls you to him faster, both of you groaning at being so close at last. 

His hands run over your back up and down, and your hands find their home on his neck. Your lips but a breath away, and you see the lust in his eyes as his iris are blown open. “Kiss me, Santiago,” you whisper, and before his name is off your lips, he is on you. 

It’s needy and sexual in nature. His lips and tongue working you open on a gasp, your hands moving up to those curls you’ve dreamed about. Running your fingers through and scratching his scalp lightly. He pulls away to let out a breathy moan dropping his head back. You take advantage and press your lips to the light scruff of his neck. His hands moving lower to knead the flesh of your ass as you nip lightly at his skin. 

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he lets out a groan as you circle your hips and feel his cock press against you through his jeans. 

“So do you,” you whisper into his ear before biting down on the lobe. The other moans in the room have stopped, but you both don’t seem to notice or care. Suddenly, you hear a loud cough behind you, and both of your freeze. Turning slowly, you see a couple standing there, arms crossed, smiling. 

“You son of a bitch,” the man laughs, pointing at Santi, “See, sweetheart, I told you I knew that voice!” The girl looks at him, annoyed, before she gives him a fake smile and a halfhearted call me before she stalks away. 

“Do you know him?” you whisper, and Santi groans. 

“Unfortunately,” he points to the grinning man, “this is my old buddy Benny.” 

“Hello!” the man shouts, waving at you, and you give a tentative wave back, smiling. 

“So this the girl you’ve been pining over? Finally got the balls to ask her out?” 

“Fuck, Ben, really?” Santiago asks, pulling you down and into his chest, tucking your head under his chin. “Yes, this is the one I’ve been talking about; damn, Benny, you are so fucking embarrassing.” 

“You’ve been talking about me?” You smile and pull back to look at him, still straddled across his waist. And when he nods, you kiss him again, both of you turning at the sound of laughter. 

“I’ll leave you both to it, and just so you know fucking in the stacks back there are dusty! I would recommend the ancient history section; it’s got much broader shelving,” he laughs and walks off. 

“Your friends are interesting,” you let out a chuckle and watch his dirty blonde locks disappear behind the corner. 

“Oh, that’s not even all of them. Wait till you meet Will and Frankie! So what do you say? Shall we take a walk-off into ancient history?” he teases. 

“Well, you know I’ve always wanted to learn more about Cleopatra and Julius Cesar.” You turn and grab his hat off the table, planting it on your head. 

He grins, helping you stand before taking your hand, “Then lead the way, my lady.” 

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[fictionkinfessions]

MPC, I'm really, really bored. Can you tell me about your week or something? I hope you've been keeping safe. - 🍬👿

Ok bestie, so.... ! This week

sunday: made latkes, beef stew with extra beans [because *bursts into tears* I burned my rice], and roasted brussel sprouts for the week. Stayed up way late watching movies on zoom with friends. [@ horror fans, watch The Wailing 2016. It's amazing. Ghost story. Kinda fucked up. Do check content warnings for it. Scary!! I might've slept with the ceiling light on, don't tell my friends, they think I'm brave xd]

monday: accidentally finished 'my time in portia'? I liked the conclusion, don't recommend exchanging money on account on some gross things in it. Nothing like Stardew valley tho, so don't buy it on that account. I installed thumbleweed park because it kinda looked interesting? Idk what else to play. Most of my games are those freebies from epic game store or things I bought on steam sales. Wait I have hiveswap and Night in the Woods, I should probably play them! I'm not sure what my laptop can handle. Alien isolation was very laggy and upset my poor compoopter :/ Fighting type games is hard without a dedicated controller. Also made cinnamon rolls!!!! With too much icing, which I drank the excess of... don't judge me <3

tuesday and wednesday: I finally got around to reading my stash of Neon Yang, Aliette de Bodard, and Oyinkan Braithwaite. Oh my god everyone should read 'My Sister the serial killer'. I loved the ending. Wow. I’m hoping to read 100 books this year! So far I’ve read 61! A lot were shorter novels but whatever, it’s the fact that I’m reading that is important! My brain feels so expansive and moisturized! Though it deflates when Storygraph says I have over 1000 books left to read. Well! I’ll get there! I also had a picnic in an open field with some friends which was nice. I miss looking at people?? Friendly people I mean, not customers. We didn't have to wear masks since the wind blew in a steady direction, but we still sat apart just in case. :| Kinda like frogs on a log lollerskates! [See we are totally keeping safe! Thank you for thinking of us!!! <3]

Cinnamon rolls didn't last long with me and my room mates, so I made two pound cakes with bananas and poppy seeds. I was going to make puto ube but my bananas looked accursed and afflicted, and on the brink of being a Darkest Dungeon character lollerskates

Thursday: you are here. welcome! We made green onion and sour creamed savory pancakes! Mostly because I ate all the latke and still had a bowl of green onions and sour cream left :v I finished Wicked Fox by Kat Cho, which was fun but kinda below my reading level though. I spent two hours cleaning the inbox

friday: probably after work grocery shopping :/ I've run out of some spices and will have to turn in my PoC card if I don't restock asap lollerskates I'm going to make pancit but I'm not sure what vegetables I'll make. Maybe steamed brocolli. Though I do love a roasted carrot and mushrooms. WAIT I have chickpeas I could toast for snacking too!! Idk, I'll think about this at work tomorrow!

I hope you have a happy friday, if fridays are ever kind to you! May you eat many toasted crunchy chickpeas!

Mod Party Cat!

[kevindayprotectionsquad]

A little Kevin falling for skater boy Aaron for your soul

I love skater boy kevaaron so I went a little crazy and this got long! I hope it’s good, because I was actually terrified to post it lol

• It took some time for Kevin to really notice Aaron. To him, Aaron was just another backliner on his team that just happened to look like Andrew. He knew Aaron existed, but that’s about it. 

• As he gets comfortable being at Palmetto, Kevin gets comfortable walking around campus on his own. His favorite place to go is the library, and he can’t get Andrew to go with him, so it’s not like he has a choice other than going on his own.

• It’s a normal Sunday, Kevin is going to the library to catch up on his class work. He’s in a good mood, the Foxes won their game Friday, they celebrated in Columbia Saturday, and now he’s got readings to catch up on.

• He is almost to the steps at the library when something or someone collides with him. He hears a skateboard roll away, but is too distracted by who is pushing himself up off the ground. 

• “What the hell, Kevin? Watch where you’re going.” Aaron snaps at Kevin, but Kevin doesn’t hear. He just notices the way Aaron pushes his hair back out of his eyes. Has it always been that long? When did it get so blonde? 

• Aaron doesn’t stick around for Kevin to figure it out. He’s off again attempting tricks right away. Kevin tries to ignore the way his chest tightened as he watched Aaron land an ollie. He tried to write the feeling off as concern for his teammate and their season, but he knew that was a lie. 

• Kevin starts noticing Aaron more. Especially ways that Aaron is different than Andrew. Aaron’s hair is a bit longer and more unruly. Aaron wears a collection of bands on his wrist. Aaron wears more color than Andrew, and almost exclusively wears vans, whereas Andrew wears converse. Aaron is leaner than Andrew. They both lifted a fair amount, but Kevin assumed the skating ate away at the bulk. 

• He finds himself looking for the tiny blonde on a skateboard when he’s walking around campus. Sometimes Aaron will zoom past him, and Kevin can’t stop himself from watching the way Aaron leans to weave in and out of people. Aaron makes it look so easy. He stands on the board so effortlessly. Kevin finds it hard to focus on his pre-colonial America lecture after that. 

• It gets harder and harder for Kevin to burry his feelings. It’s at practice one day, watching Aaron use his jersey to wipe away the sweat running down his face after a good block against Neil, that he realizes he has a crush on Aaron. He can’t ignore the pang in his chest when he watches Aaron at practice. It’s the same pang he feels when he catches glimpses of Aaron skating around campus. 

• Kevin knows better than to act on his crush. Aaron probably doesn’t feel the same way anyways. It’s better to keep it quiet and safe, than to put it out in the world where he can get hurt. 

• He continues with this train of thought until a night at Columbia. With too many shots and vodka cranberries in his system, Kevin can’t help but stare. Aaron styled his hair, and dressed in his club clothes. He looks amazing. Kevin, in true bi fashion, can’t tear his eyes away. 

• Aaron notices and gives him an annoyed look. “What the hell is your problem, Day?”

• Kevin, drunk bi disaster, can’t help but come clean. He simply just says, “You.”

• Aaron has no idea what Kevin is going on about, and assumes it’s an insult. “Fuck off then.”

• Kevin can’t fuck off. He can’t stop himself from smiling either. Aaron is talking to him. He doesn’t want him to stop. “No no no, you don’t get it, the problem is I like you.”

• Aaron takes a few more shots before finally answering him. Kevin doesn’t notice that he’s stalling. He’s happy just watching the way Aaron downs his shots. “That sounds like a you problem.”

• Aaron doesn’t stick around after that. He gets up to drag Nicky to the dance floor, leaving Kevin to drown his feeling in more alcohol.

• Aaron avoids Kevin after the incident. He stops skating past Kevin on his way to class, and completely ignores him at practice. When Kevin is at the dorm, Aaron is not. Nicky says he’s out at the skate park most nights.

• Regret takes over Kevin. He scolds himself for knowing better and still being so stupid. Isn’t this what he was told from the beginning? It’s easier to be straight? Why couldn’t he have fallen for someone else?

• It plagues him. He knows better than to let it affect his game, but it affects everything else. He stops being able to sleep. With the help of some liquid courage, he decides to confront Aaron. He stays up waiting for Aaron to come back to the dorm. He plans what he’s going to say, getting more and more anxious as he waits.

• When Aaron finally gets back to the dorm, Kevin is more than ready for an argument or a fight. He immediately started with his (slightly drunken) speech about how he was sorry for what happened, and how it wasn’t fair for Aaron to just pretend he didn’t exist.

• What Kevin wasn’t ready for, though, was for Aaron to pull him down into a kiss.

• It was quick and shocking. Aaron didn’t stay long enough to watch Kevin’s reaction. Kevin was thankful for that, as his face was frozen is shock.

• Aaron really just did that.

• Kevin felt his heart race and all the feelings he was trying to burry came flooding back.

• Aaron really kissed him.

• Aaron went to bed that night leaving Kevin alone with his crisis. And what a crisis it was. He had no idea how this was going to change things, not only between them, but the rest of the team. He didn’t know what the kiss meant. Did Aaron think of him the same way? Was it just an experimental kiss? What if that was it?

• The next day went on like the others had, with Aaron ignoring Kevin. Kevin tried to hold it together, and tell himself that it didn’t matter. He held it together until he stopped Aaron after everyone left the locker room after afternoon practice.

• Aaron just stared up at Kevin, a challenging look in his wonderful hazel eyes. Kevin tried not to stare as he prepared himself. He wasn’t going to let himself be hurt by Aaron again. He had to know, though, “Why are you avoiding me after last night. That’s not fair.”

• Aaron wasn’t phased by Kevin’s approach, and just shrugged. “The others don’t need to know.”

• Kevin was confused all over again, and before he could ask, Aaron explained himself. “I don’t want the rest of the team to know I like you too. At least I like you right now, just wait until you piss me off.”

• Kevin needed a minute to process it. Aaron liked him back. It wasn’t a cruel trick. He just wanted privacy. Kevin could understand that.

• Aaron pushed past him, done with Kevin just standing there. “I’m going to the skate park tonight if you want to come.”

• Kevin could only manage to get out an “okay” as he watched Aaron leave the locker room. A date. He was going on a date with Aaron. He didn’t even mind it was at the skate park.

• He had to force himself to calm down before going out to join the others. Aaron didn’t want the others to know, and honestly neither did Kevin.

• As soon as they were back to the dorm, Aaron was changing into his skate clothes and grabbing his board. Kevin gave him a head start before informing the others he was going to he library.

• When he left, Aaron wasn’t in the hall or in the lobby downstairs, and Kevin briefly wondered if Aaron had gone without him. When he went outside, Aaron was leaning against the side of the building.

• Kevin let himself stare at the way Aaron’s arms were crossed over his chest, and how the evening sun turned his blonde hair gold. He let himself think about how lucky he is that Aaron is giving him a chance.

• Aaron didn’t say anything when Kevin joined him, but he picked up his board and walked with Kevin. It was a quiet walk to the skate park. Kevin felt like he should say something, but he didn’t want to scare Aaron off.

• When they got to the skate park, it was Aaron who broke the silence. He dropped his board to the ground, and used his foot to stop it from rolling off. He looked up at Kevin and simply asked, “Do you know how to?”

• Kevin looked between the board and Aaron’s face. He didn’t expect Kevin to get on it did he? “No.”

• Aaron gave Kevin a quick small smile, and Kevin felt his heart flutter.

• “I’ll teach you.” Aaron got on his board and gave Kevin a short rundown on how to get the board moving, how to stand on it, and how to steer. Kevin couldn’t focus on what he was saying, he was too busy watching how effortlessly Aaron maneuvered the board.

• There was no Kevin was getting on the board.

• Or so he thought. When Aaron came back to him and offered him the board, Kevin couldn’t say no. He put one foot on and held his arms out for balance. It was harder than he thought to force himself to put his other foot up. He didn’t want to lose balance and get hurt. It was the middle of the season, the Foxes couldn’t afford to lose him to a stupid injury.

• Aaron seemed to have read his mind, and rolled his eyes at Kevin. “Here,” he offered his hands out for Kevin to grab onto for balance.

• Kevin hesitated for a moment before grabbing on to him. It would be more embarrassing to fall than it would be to just hold on. Goosebumps raised on his arms as Aaron secured his grip around Kevin’s hand.

• Aaron pulled Kevin and the board slowly around the park, Kevin silently panicking over both the chances of falling and the fact Aaron was holding his hands.

• Kevin finally stepped off the board, telling Aaron he wanted to see him skate. Aaron was happy take over.

• Kevin didn’t realize how terrifying it would be to watch Aaron really skate. He realized what he saw Aaron do around campus was nothing compared to this. This was Aaron stopping at nothing to get better. It didn’t matter how many times he hit the ground, or how many time he bailed, Aaron was back up to try again.

•Kevin couldn’t help but admire him. It was amazing to see Aaron try so hard and care so much about something. Kevin had previously thought Aaron had nothing he cared about. He treated exy like a chore. It was just something he had to do to be at school. But just like Kevin had exy, Aaron had skateboarding.

• A loud “Oh fuck me!” broke Kevin from his thoughts. Aaron was on the ground, board rolling away from him. Kevin had seen Aaron hit the ground enough that night to not immediately worry, but he was taking a little too long to get up.

• Kevin’s heart raced as he made his way over to check on Aaron. He hoped he wasn’t hurt. He could afford to lose his backliner.

• “Did I scare you?” Aaron asked him with a smirk, already sitting up.

•Kevin forced himself calm as he kneeled and glared at him. “Yes, asshole. I thought you wouldn’t be able to play.”

• Aaron just rolled his eyes and pulled Kevin down, “Typical,” he said as he kissed Kevin.

[aleapoffaithfiction]

III.

"But the second she opened her eyes and looked at me, I knew. She was  either going to be the death of me . . . or she was going to be the one  who finally brought me back to life."    ― Colleen Hoover

“Aye.”

The lids of my eyes slightly closed at the call for my attention and yet my eyes never peered away from the television screen as it illuminated the living room far more than the sunlight slightly peering beyond the curtains covering the windows. While slightly shifting to further my comfort, I leaned forward to adjust the bag filled with ice covering my ankle and lightly ran my hand over Mowgli’s head before leaving him to lazily lie beside me as he always does whenever I’m lounging around somewhere downstairs. Much like our usual unhealthy evening routine, while he lay there in solace, I popped a couple of Gushers into my mouth and cured my typical candy craving.

“Aye.”

“What?” My mumbled response surely wasn’t loud enough for anyone to hear but it’s whatever.

In the midst of the three men on the screen is by far the most intriguing being walking the planet. I can easily admit that I have not been everywhere nor have I experienced every good thing that this planet has to offer but I’m willing to bet on everything I know and have that I’m accurate in what I believe and have observed ever since I laid my eyes on her. A small smirk tugged along my lips as her eyes lit up and a fit of giggles erupted from her petite frame as Chad Johnson randomly tossed in his own hot take about why Lebron should have never left Miami, Chad’s native. They’ve been debating back and forth for over ten minutes about the ongoing James versus Irving tension that has lit the NBA and media worlds on fire.

On one end of the panel you have Kobe advocating for the hunger of leadership and the ability to withdraw from the immense shadow of the well-known king and then there’s Chad is who is standing with Lebron and deeming Kyrie’s antics to be a cry for attention that he may regret later on down the line. To the left of Sarai, there’s Scott, a heavy Lebron critic who will find any reason to rip the man to shreds, and today is certainly no different. He’s already assured in Kyrie winning a championship in Boston before Lebron wins another without him in Cleveland, which is a trash ass perspective because when it’s all said and done, Lebron is still Lebron. Sarai, per her usual, kept a balanced stance about the entire situation. Much like myself, she could see both sides of the issues between the men and thought it was best that the two did part ways despite the magic of the 2016 NBA Finals.

I’ve been tuning into the show since its beginning. I found out about it while skimming through my Twitter timeline and was instantly sold as soon as I read both Kobe and Chad’s names. As for Sarai, I’d only seen her name at the end of a couple of Sports Illustrated articles and though I didn’t physically see her, I know she was around when I shot for the ESPN Body Issue because I heard her name being mentioned throughout the hallways. It wasn’t until the first day of the show that I was able to put a face to the name that I hadn’t forgotten for whatever reason and within that very moment it felt like all of my organs halted their functioning for just a brief second. I stopped talking, stopped moving, and finally stopped breathing.

As she sat there with her back pressed against the upper portion of the chair, her fingers nervously toyed with the pen resting on top of the paper filled with the discussion topics for their first episode. Along her lips was a nervous smile and her eyes panned back and forth in a manner that could easily inform the viewers of just how overwhelmed she was. It didn’t seem to be the presence of men that overpowered and mentally belittled her, but instead the stature of the men who surrounded her. Despite being quite established in journalism, she was sitting among a five-time NBA champion, a six-time Pro Bowl and three-time First Team appearing NFL player, and a Harvard Graduate School journalist who came over to ESPN from Fox Sports. I’m sure she was wondering how would she ever be able to compete with that and just as I expected, it only took her a few days to figure it out; three days to be exact. By Thursday, she was on fire with every single perspective she brought to the table and had no issue going toe to toe with whoever challenged her. Most would say it wasn’t until she spoke up for me that she became the commodity on the show, but I beg to differ. She’d already taken that title by their second week running.

“Tud!”

Her poise is so alluring and she has this infectious giggle that instantly weakens your knees upon hearing it. I’m not sure what kind of skin care routine it takes in order for her milk chocolate skin to illuminate in the manner that it does, but I have to assume that it has to be God given rather than something that anyone has bottled up to be sold on shelves. I’ve encountered more women that I can count in passing and sometimes through simple introductions or interactions and none of them have come close to what I make sure I am able to see Monday through Friday whether I’m at home to watch it or not. Beautiful is too simple to describe her appearance. Intoxicating is beneath all that her aura is. I’ve never been so in awe at any point of my life thus far. I’ve never felt so small, so unworthy.

“Tud!”

“What?” My head finally snapped in the direction of Ben’s voice and he instantly sucked his teeth as he stood in the entry way of the living room.

“I been calling your deaf ass for twenty minutes and now I realize you ain’t been answering me because you deaf. You been mute as fuck because you’re in here about to fuck up your shorts over Sarai.”

“Shut the fuck up. Why you so loud anyway?”

“Because I been calling yo ass for twenty minutes. You staying here? Me and Kav about to head out and fuck the city up. We gon’ find somewhere to eat and then probably hit up that Future party at 1Oak. Get off the couch and come on.” As good as it sounds, I’m not in much of a partying mood and the last thing I need is to be photographed inside of a club after having sat out in our first game of the season against the Cowboys due to my ankle fucking with me from a slight injury during the preseason and then Monday night’s struggle and loss against the Lions. Even with my limited playing time and Engram’s momentum, our offensive line just couldn’t hold tight against their defense and an 88-yard punt return touchdown eventually sealed that loss for us. I’m not stressing about being down two games because we’ve been here before, but we definitely need to make some transitions and really get things going. I think we’ll be ready for Philly come Sunday.

“Nah, ya’ll got it. I’ll be alright right here. I’ma just chill with the dogs, watch a movie probably, and get momma to make some turkey chili.”

“You sound like an old ass man right now. Who the fuck sits on the couch with their dogs and eats turkey chili on a Friday? You depressed? I know yo ankle ain’t hurting that damn bad. You was on fire at rehab today.”

“I just feel like chilling, honestly.”

“Or you just feel like watching The Sports Haven, because you damn sure ain’t putting on no movie. She doesn’t want you dawg.” Ben’s laughter caused Mowgli to lift his head and the both of us stared at him as he amused himself.

“Who said that I want her?”

“Oh, you don’t have to say it nigga. We know. Everybody knows. The day you did the interview, all people could talk about is the way you were looking at her. You had dudes feeling some type of way because they swear they have claim on that lady and then you had chicks shocked as fuck because they swear you only dip in the snow. You ain’t the first one though. The way ya’ll balling ass niggas drool over her has become a running joke and now you’re officially apart of that collage of videos they put together of it. I was laughing at that shit the other day. I meant to send it to you.” He didn’t have to send it to me because I’ve already seen it. I’ve seen it a couple of times before I was included in it and it absolutely does contain footage of athletes from a bunch of different sports ogling, damn near drooling, and fumbling over their words while speaking with her or sitting up there at that panel. What makes it hilarious isn’t them, it’s her. All of it goes right over her head. I’ve yet to see her flinch or even slightly entertain any of it.

“You stay over exaggerating shit.”

“I ain’t over exaggerating a motherfucking thing. Ain’t she fucking with Big Sean?” No. I asked him while out in L.A. two months ago. A photograph of the two of them at a party began circulating the internet and rumors immediately followed and though the both of them denied any connection through tweets, I still asked him during a casual conversation. I had to know. He didn’t deny that he tried to shoot his shot, but it was an air ball. She laughed off his flirtation and instantly acquaintance zoned him.

“Nah.”

“How you know?”

“I asked him.” I could have lied to get him off of my back, but for what?

“Look at you snooping around in her business. Why you trying to scare niggas off? That’s not yo girl. You trying to block every shot that’s coming her way meanwhile you don’t even have her number. You a fucking fool.” Now that? I’m not confirming it. I’ll never hear the end of it if I mention anything about her number being in my phone. I’m sure it could earn me some points with my boys but I’m not seeking that kind of validation and besides, I finessed the whole situation. It’s not like I flat out asked for it, so those points would be in the negatives.

“I'm not trying to block shit.”

“You are though, but it’s cool. When she rejects yo ass, you’ll finally get it. How you know she ain’t married? Sean might not be her man but somebody else may be occupying that spot and you trying to plot on a happy home. She looks like the married type too. She probably married to some rich ass white dude with her bougie ass. You see the way Scott’s Squidward in the face looking ass be looking at her?”

“She never wears a ring on her finger.” I observed that a long time ago. “And you don’t even know her so how are you calling her bougie? You speaking on some shit that you don’t know about.”

“Aight nigga. I’ma leave you alone with that situation. You ain’t getting her so you better scroll through those hundreds of numbers you have and call up one of your typical flavors of the week or month. You don’t even commit and yet you trying to add Sarai Nazaire to your roller deck of women. You a dog fam.”

If we were talking about anybody else, I would have laughed that off and shrugged at the partial truthfulness. I’ve been in a few relationships and I sometime handle urges in certain ways that could easily depict me as the embodiment of a fuck boy, but that doesn’t necessarily mean it’s who I am. It’s not. Ever since my LSU days, my pop would always tell me to just live my life and not to commit myself to anything other than football and the books because life would be easier that way. I’ve lived in-between trying to gain some perspective and experience and living that lifestyle ever since. It’s no secret that my profession comes with women consistently flocking in my direction, willing to do whatever is necessary for the sake of some type of time with me.

Temptation is a bitch and she’s gotten the best of me on numerous occasions. I can’t say that I’m proud of it but I’ve never felt the need to kick myself in the ass over it either. Surprisingly, neither has my mother. Despite my vague responses when she asks about my behavior with women, she knows what’s going down and never fails to secretly store boxes of condoms in my bedroom drawers and bags whenever I’m traveling out of town. Then there are the talks when she warns me that though it is known for women to be swept off of their feet, there will eventually come a time when a woman will do the same exact thing to me. It’ll be mutual and despite any resistance, I won’t be able to escape the feeling. What’s for me will be for me and love will fall right in line with that, so she claims. I laughed it off all throughout my teen years but as I’m reaching my mid-twenties, there seems to be a truth to it.

“Are you done? Can I get back to the show now?”

“Been done. I’ll be back and I’m sure you’ll be right here on the couch, rewinding this shit back when I do get here.”

“Fuck you.”

His obnoxious laughter filled the halls as he trekked through them and I pressed play on the episode once again. I hadn’t expected the segment to transition to me but it did. Everyone’s been discussing what I’d be contributing to my team this year since I’m so “injury prone”. My rookie year, I missed the entire preseason and the first couple of games of the regular season with hamstring issues that stemmed all the way back to a back injury at LSU. From there, I’ve had some issues on and off with it but nothing too major. The ankle situation I’m going through right now is minor. I’m not necessarily one hundred percent, but I’m solid enough to play.

Surprisingly, no one had much criticism about any of it other than Scott. He questioned the Giants’ offensive dependency on me and made an argument that they needed to draft someone to supposedly pick up my slack, but that was interjected by Sarai who bluntly told him that players get injured, it’s all a part of the game. Yet again, my stats were her focal point and as she’s been emphasizing, when I’m on the field the energy and the numbers reflect that and when I’m not, the team greatly suffers. What was left in question for her was the severity of what this slight injury is. She claimed to have watched my postgame interview after our loss to the Lions and hoped that I hadn’t downplayed anything simply so I’d be able to play.

“Scott, you’re not making any sense. The man is the first player in NFL history with eighty or more catches and a thousand or more receiving yards in each of his first three NFL seasons. When he is on and off the field, it’s felt by the team and their spectators. We all know this.” Her smirk filled my core with faint fluttering. Shit.

I’m alright. The sprain is in much better shape now. The training staff wanted me to give it some more time, so I sat out the first game. The Lions game could have been better, but I still felt solid enough. I’m good for Sunday though.

A number of reporters have my direct number in case they want to verify information or may want a quote about a specific story that’s circulating about me. If Sarai wants, she could do the same as well. I don’t have much of an issue allowing her to know whatever it is that she needs to know.

Maybe it’s just me but I still find that by low hit by Boddy-Calhoun super dirty. I’m glad to hear you’re feeling alright.

A lot of people feel the way she does. I watched the replay and I can’t call it. It was a tough play for a defensive back and I’ll just leave it at that. While it did piss me off within those few seconds after the fact, I left the anger right there on the field.

Lol It’s all good. Am I seeing you Sunday?

This is the first time I’ve been anxious for someone to see me play in person since my family, when I suited up to play in my first official Giants game. Though I won’t actually see her watching everything, just knowing that she’s within the stadium experiencing the excitement of the game amongst the wild fans will easily put a smile on my face. I’d like for her to be able to see that I want to live up to every moment when she’s spoken highly of me.

I’m going to try to make it.

Try? That’s a less than fifty percent chance that she’s coming.

Try sounds like you won’t come. I’m sulking now.

Is it weird that I actually am? I’m sure the disappointment the day off will feel worse if I don’t see her face.

Lol you’re funny Beckham. At least I said I’d try rather than flat out saying that I won’t.

I’m persistent. I hate maybes or possibilities. I’m all about making shit happen.

Or you can say that you will. That ticket comes with a pass for one of the luxury suites in the stadium, so you have the option of being out there in the mist of the madness or being tucked away from it. You have a VIP parking pass too, so there’s no need to go insane looking for parking. There’ll be appetizers, snacks, and drinks too.

I had to pull a lot of finesse for that. Tickets to the game aren’t difficult to get but VIP perks in another team’s home stadium isn’t easy to come by. It’s always helpful to know people who knows people and so on. I just want to make sure she’s comfortable.

You’re really selling it. It all sounds pretty convincing though. You know, I easily could have shown up with a media pass.

She could have. Her ESPN credentials most likely work all over the place.

True, but then you wouldn’t be my guest of honor and I’d prefer it that way instead. It’s the least I could do after all that you’ve done for me.

With her love of sports, I figured she’d prefer that over some flowers of thanks that’ll eventually die or some materialistic possession that may lose value within her life at some point. There’s nothing wrong with flowers, I’d send them in a heartbeat, but memories never die. They’re the foundation to our experiences and everything that we stand for.

I’ll be there Beckham. The jersey is debatable but I’ll be there. Thank you for the invitation and all that you’ve included with it.

The bag of ice slipped onto the floor as I quickly sat up and read over her message once more. I couldn’t help but to stand up and pace the floor. Shit. Now I really have to ball out.

I’m glad to hear that and you’re welcome. See you then. 

Wait, how the fuck are we going to see one another? That’s the part that I’ve yet to figure out. I need to do that quickly.

Rest up that ankle, Beckham. Enjoy your weekend.

We’re riding by chartered bus out to Philly since it’s only about two hours out from East Rutherford and we’ll return the same way. Maybe I could invite her out to dinner after the fact? Nothing fancy, just somewhere cool. Maybe it does need to be fancy? I’m not sure if I should say date, because she’d never go out on a date with me in the first place. I can just call it us grabbing some food. Then again, I did say that there’s going to be food at the stadium so she might be full. Shit.

“O! Sweetie, are you here?”

My mother’s light voice filled the foyer as she closed the door behind herself and I could tear the tussling of bags as she further her way inside of the house. She’s now in the middle of the second week of her two weeks stay and should be heading back to Louisiana after the Eagles game. We’ve had a few conversations about both she, my step-pops, and my little sister potentially relocating up here but we’ve summed it up to it not being necessary. They visit enough and I visit home enough, so there’s no need to leave all that they know on my behalf though I’m honored that they would do it in a heartbeat. Her check ins to make sure all is running smoothly on the business side of things and that I’m physically and mentally alright are always appreciated. It’s the perfect balance of her being able to happily function within her motherhood while also allowing me to be an adult. Jazzy has school, so she couldn’t make the trip, but Thanksgiving is around the corner. I’m sure before the ending of November comes, she’ll get up here to hang out with me for a weekend.

“I am. I’m coming to help you.” I relieved her of the grocery bags that I’m sure are filled with far more healthier items that I typically ever eat. My junk cabinet is more impressive than what’s in the refrigerator. I can whip up an amazing bowl of chicken Ramen though. It’s my specialty. I even get fancy and put an egg in there from time to time. Then you throw some of that green shit on top. What is it? Basil? Cilantro? Whatever it is.

“What do you want for dinner? I figured I’d whip something up while I’m here. You’re going out right? When you get back, you’ll have something real to eat and won’t have to survive off of sour straws and Oreos.”

“Chili. You know I like it when you make it spicy too. Oh, and some cornbread with it. Can’t have chili without cornbread. I’m kicking it here by the way.”

“Chili is so much better than you saying gumbo, because Lord knows, if you did, I would have handed you a takeout menu and wished you the best.” Our laughter was nearly identical. I’m all for some southern comfort food, especially because I don’t get it much up here, but I’ll be fair. The next time she’s here, the gumbo is happening though.

“Nah, I have a taste for the chili.”

“I’ll make a big pot, that way you’ll have it to enjoy over the weekend. I’m going to make something on Sunday before heading to Philadelphia for the game. That way it’ll be out of the way and I won’t have to worry about doing anything before my flight Monday morning. I’ll make enough for you to have a decent amount of leftovers after you dig in on Sunday. How are you feeling? Are you ready?”

“I was born ready. I feel good. Rehab was good. The trainers said I’m in good shape, so I’m ready to play. You know I’ll always play and sometimes, that’s even with discomfort.”

“Which isn’t good, but I’m glad you’re feeling good now.” My mind transitioned through a thousand thoughts as my stomach did backflips in the midst of my contemplating if I should tell her about the invitation to Sarai or not. It’s not like I have much of a choice. They’re going to encounter and be near one another. I could never play it off as a mere coincidence after the fact. Shit, Ben won’t let me either way.

“I invited Sarai Nazaire to the game.” And just like that, both of her eyebrows flew up in surprise and her elbows met the surface of the island as she leaned in to get a good look at me. Her face held a mixture of amusement and warmth. The hue of her skin slightly picked up a faint pink shade once a chuckle spilled from her lips.

“Did you? So that’s why you visited her dressing room after the interview? I thought those tickets were for some sort of an ESPN fan giveaway or something of that nature.”

“No, they were for her. I figured I’d invite her simply as a thank you.”

“Is that all it is?” She folded her hands as those eyebrows flew up yet again. “Just a thank you?”

“Yeah.”

“Then why are you so nervous? You know, I’ve been waiting for a moment like this. Ever since you were a kid, you always played it super cool when it came to the girls. Even the little girlfriends that I met here and there, you kept cool about. Sarai Nazaire? Her name rolls off of your tongue like she’s a goddess. Your eyes literally just lit up at the sound of it. Oh my God.” Her laughter intensified my nervousness and I instantly ran my hand down my face to gain some sort of control over my expressions.

“No, they didn’t.”

“Yes, they did. You have it bad, son. You have a love jones for Sarai, huh?”

“A love jones? What’s that supposed to mean? I’m not in love.”

“I never said that you were. I said a love jones. Watch the movie.” 

“I just think she’s cool momma. I can’t think that?”

“Cool? Jazzy and I think she’s cool, but you, not so much. You think she’s far more than that.”

“Are you going to tease me the entire time I’m standing here? I just wanted to let you know so it won’t be a surprise or anything. Maybe you can make sure she’s cool and stuff? You know, with the accommodations. She may bring a guest.”

“I can do that. Is there anything else you may want me to do or say?” Her mocking tone was my cue to go. She can have those moments when she says little things to playfully embarrass me but she can’t do it on Sunday. If God is on my side, she won’t do it.

“Momma.”

“Okay, okay, okay. I’ll be on my best behavior. As a reflection of my oh so amazing son, I’ll make sure your guest is well taken care of. I mean, after all, I need to make a good impression on her too since she’s going to be around.”

“Who said all of that?” See? That’s what I mean. She’s assuming.

“Your actions.”

“It’s just an invitation of thanks.”

“You already said thank you. You told her that you want to make her proud directly to her face. That’s another thank you. The jersey? A third thank you. The game? A move to begin to court her.”

“You’ll call me when the chili is ready? Cool? Aight, Cool.”

What is with mothers and the third eye situation? I’m a momma’s boy to the core. The sacrifices my mother made to make sure that I was solid in life will never go without every aspect of thanks that I can give her, but in the midst of that, we’ve become like best friends and it’s allowed her to know and be able to read me too well. I can’t slip anything past her no matter how hard I try to. She figures shit out without even being here and a phone call immediately follows; sometimes it’s a flight. Her warnings about women have never come with a leash, because she’s always told me that it’s my life to live but it doesn’t mean that she won’t inform me about whether someone is bad news for me or not. We’ve had our fair share of conversations about particular women, especially over the course of this past summer but even then, I didn’t feel so exposed as I do now. Maybe because there wasn’t anything to expose, at least not emotionally.

I chose to relax in the theater room while awaiting the chili and after scrolling through Netflix and then eventually Amazon Prime Video, I gave in to the curiosity I’d been fighting and decided to check out this Love Jones movie momma mentioned. Given that Larenz Tate and Nia Long are pure talent within their craft, I figured it couldn’t be too bad of a watch despite me not being much of a romance film guy. Putting the love, sex, and romance aspect aside, which is all throughout the film, the most interesting and relative part about the film may have to be the reality of two young people trying to figure out themselves and their journey because I, for sure, am in that place within my own life. I may have the career side of things secured, though it comes with its ups and downs, but as far as everything else? I’m just coasting, fucking up occasionally, and learning as I navigate along. There are aspects of Darius within me and every other young man out here.

“Oh, I see you decided to check it out. How are you liking it?” My attention left Nina’s poem and I shrugged.

“It’s decent.” That’s all I can give it but I’m sure women love the hell out of this film.

“Mhm. The chili’s cooking. I just popped the cornbread in the oven. When it’s ready, I’ll serve you.”

“Have I ever told you that you’re my favorite person ever?”

“Only about a million times and especially when you’re trying to bribe me out of something. Enjoy your movie.”

A happy ending after a roller coaster ride of mixed emotions, complications, and setbacks. I guess it makes sense, given if it’s what you really want. If you walk away, did you really want it in the first place? That’s subjective, but in the case of Darius and Nina, the question stands. I guess their love really was “urgent as a motherfucker”.

What are you doing?

I pulled my lip in-between my teeth and internally cringed at the message I sent to Sarai. Since when are we so casual? I hate that I had to do it. I should have never watched that movie in the first place.

Her reply came my way twenty minutes later. Maybe she’s busy.

Beckham. Lol My life is not that interesting. I doubt you’d want to know.

But you’re the most intriguing human on the planet. How don’t you know it?

Try me.

Maybe she’s with her man and I’m interrupting. I pray she doesn’t say that. I’d rather not know.

In bed, watching Remember the Titans with a jar of Talenti gelato. It’s the beginning of a weekend that will consist of exactly what I’m doing. See? Uninteresting. What club are you heading to tonight? 1oak? Marquee? Lavo?

Hm. She thinks I party a lot. I can’t deny how much I hang out during the off season. L.A. is usually my playground.

Club home theater. I’m chilling with my dogs and scrolling through a couple of apps for movies or a good TV show to binge. Momma making chili for dinner. Just finished Love Jones.

Maybe I’ll check out that Game of Thrones shit that everyone loves. Actually, nah. I’m going to catch up on Power.

You? You watched Love Jones? I’m uh..shocked? lol

Shit, me too.

Momma suggested it. It was a good watch, I guess. Remember the Titans is a better one. We Are Marshall is another good football film. Check it out if you haven’t seen it. What’s your favorite Love Jones quote?

Fuck, I’m corny. I couldn’t help but to laugh at myself after asking that.

My favorite quote? Hmm. I guess it would be: “It’s funny what you can do in front of a room full of people that you can’t even seem to do in front of one person.” That one has always stuck with me. Goodnight Beckham.

I almost tossed my phone into the seat beside me but I couldn’t fight the urge yet again.

You didn’t ask for my favorite quote.

Not necessary and yet, necessary.

And that is?

Only three lines within the film really stuck with me. Out of the three, one seemed to resonate the most.

“One truism in my life, my friend, when that jones come down, it be a motherfucker.” Goodnight Sarai Nazaire.

A motherfucker for sure.

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Disney

The Connor siblings belong to @thebunnyartist check them out! they are really cool!

This is just a little fanfic about my headcanon on how the boys would like their Disney movies hahaha. Disney is the best.

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Obviously that Hank would show Connor and his brothers the movies from Disney.

Everyone deserved to watch it, everyone should watch it, Disney was great. Specially the classics.

God, he remembered the times when he went to the cinema with his family to watch Tarzan. The little mermaid. Hercules. All classics now.

He was really old.

But in any case, he decided to gather all of them for a family weekend, telling Fowler they would only come back on Monday, and rented a few of his favorite Disney movies so he could watch with the boys.

He bought popcorn, snacks, soda, juice, blue blood and all of those things, all that they needed for a good family time together.

"Okay boys. Here is the deal" he told them as they came back from their respective works that Friday afternoon. "I called your bosses and told them that this weekend, you four are free to spend some time with me"

"Okay" the four of them answered together, each one in their own way, but still, their coordination creeped Hank out sometimes.

"So, I rented some movies I used to watch when I was a kid, like you-"

"We are not-"

"-And we are going to watch them" Hank said, firmly, and the four androids looked at the each other, with Connor and Colton smiling and Conan and Colin shrugging. "I bought snacks, drinks, and rented the movies, because I am nostalgic as fuck and I love animated movies"

"We are not going to watch... Shrek again right?" Connor asked, furrowing his eyebrows a bit out of what Hank could only guess was disgust, making the man raise his hand, pointing to him.

"Don't you dare do that expression when talking about the best movie ever made" he said firmly, and Connor immediately relaxed his facial muscles, looking down ashamed. "That's right. Shrek deserves respect. But no. It's not that. It's the real classics"

"Like Disney?" Colton asked, eyes wide and shining. Hank hummed, smiling at him. He really liked that kid.

"yes. Like Disney. Now go get comfortable, get off those uniforms and join your dad in the living room. We don't have all day long"

"We have an entire weekend" Conan said, and Hank waved him off.

"Go!"

 They began with what seemed to be Colton's favorites: the classic princesses. Snow White, Cinderella, The Sleeping Beauty, and then some other classics, like Bambi and Robin Hood.

He seemed to like those the best.

Somehow, Colton knew all the songs (only after a long time Hank realized they could just look up the lyrics in their big brains), and sang them out loud to his heart's content. He even pulled Connor for a dance eventually, singing as they swayed around the living room, almost destroying all furniture and stepping on Sumo.

Eventually, by the fourth movie, Colin poked Hank on the arm and nodded towards Conan, and all of them turned to the youngest android, only to find him deeply asleep.

(he would never admit it later, that the animations Hank was so found of made him go in sleep mode, but Hank couldn't care less. He was adorable when he slept, and that was a rare occurrence)

Then, they kept going. Hank decided to focus the next segment on animal movies, so they watched 101 dalmatians, The Fox and the Hound, Aristocats, Mogli, the Lady and the Tramp. Those movies seemed to call Colin's attention the most, his eyes fixated on every scene, his hand 'accidentally' holding onto hank's blanket when something tense was happening.

But they were all surprised when they heard a sob coming from the quietest android as Colin hid behind his hands when the old woman left the fox in the forest in Fox and the Hound. Honestly, Hank himself didn't remember how upsetting that movie was, but he never knew it would make any of them so upset.

Specially Colin.

"S-she left hi-him!" Colin sobbed as they froze the movie, all androids and Hank looking worriedly at the middle brother. "Wh-why?!"

"She had to. He was an wild animal, she couldn't keep him inside forever" Conan said, as warmly as he could, which wasn't much, and only caused Colin to groan and hit him in the chest.

"Fuck that!" he said loudly, before hitting his own lap and wiping his eyes. "I want him happy!"

"Watch the end of the movie kid" hank chuckled, tilting his head. Colin frowned, eyes still teary.

"Will he be happy?"

"Yes"

Colin huffed and wiped his eyes some more before unfreezing the movie and curling up against himself, hugging his legs like a petulant child.

Gladly, the movie actually ended with the fox being happy with his girlfriend fox, which was a relief because Hank had totally bluffed. God, he needed to watch those movies again.

They moved on to the ones Hank had actually watched in the cinema. Hercules, Little mermaid, Lion King, Tarzan, Beauty and the Beast, Aladdin, Pocahontas.

Those were Connor's favorites. He really liked the ideas behind them, and made constant comments on it. He talked about costumes about the different places that they showed like China and Africa, he talked about the myths about mermaids, and about beasts and monsters and genies.

He was really into the whole fun.

At least, until they watched Tarzan, and his eyes widened at a certain song, something clicking inside his head.

"relate"

Hank furrowed his eyebrows and turned his face towards Connor while the others did the same.

"What?"

"Isn't that the expression? Relate? Relatable?" connor asked, looking back at Hank and making him chuckle.

"you mean you relate to the movie?"

"To the song, Hank" Connor explained, looking back at the TV. "Strangers like me. That was what I felt when I first met Markus. When I first saw all of those deviants."

"Oh. That's sweet" Hank said, smiling fondly, and Connor frowned, looking at him.

"it is intelligent, a really profound song Hank. It is not 'sweet'"

"I think he means you are sweet" Colton suggested, and Connor hummed, smiling a bit.

"Oh thanks" he mumbled, grabbing his pillow and hugging it as he looked back at the television.

But not before he leaned closer to hank and laid his head against his leg, while quietly mouthing the song to himself.

At last, they reached the movies from the 2000s. Since the android creator was born in 2002, he guessed they would know enough about those movies, and gladly, he wouldn't have to show many more from beyond 2020.

They didn’t even have that time anyway. It was already Sunday, after lunch.

He began with the ones he despised the least. Because yes, after he grew up, the movies began to suck. So they watched Atlantis, Brother Bear, The Emperors new Groove, Treasure Planet, Lilo and Stitch, Big Hero Six and some others. They finished it off with Coco, one of Hank's favorites. That movie was really good.

The only one he actually liked from the 2010s.

And, as he was guessing, those should be Conan's favorites. At least, he hadn't shown any particular interest in any of them, so he hoped he would like at least one to do something else other than raise an eyebrow or sleep.

But then again, maybe animations weren’t for him. And if that was the case, Hank needed to find out what was.

In any case, as the new movies played, Conan watched them attentively. Perhaps a bit more than the rest, seeming to really be analyzing them. However, unlike the other three, he remained quiet until the last one finished.

Hank couldn't really stand the silence, turning to Conan and humming.

"So. Conan. Did you like any?"

"yeah, you said nothing throughout the entire weekend" Colton asked, frowning curiously, and both Connor and Colin looked over at him, waiting.

Conan was still staring at the Tv, and his focused glance slowly turned to a frown.

"They were all... bad" he said, coldly, but clearly trying to say it in a way that wouldn’t hurt anyone.

"Conan!" Colton whined. "They are beautiful!"

"I enjoyed them quite a lot" Connor admitted.

"I wish they weren't so sad" Colin mumbled, crossing his arms.

"They are obnoxious, predictable, the voice acting could be better with the lip-syncing, the animations were reused many times throughout many movies, simply overlaid with different characters. The songs were weak, catchy and designed to be sung by children, there were morals to every single one of them and most of them ended up in the same complex. There were barely no morally grey characters, leaving the entire art as something very black and white and boring" Conan said, coldly, clearly irritated, and all others widened their eyes at his complains. "I'm sorry Hank. I did not enjoy it"

"... kid, you are the best" Hank chuckled, and Conan looked at him surprised. "Next time, we will find something you will like. Don't worry" he tapped his shoulder and shook his head, standing up. "Time to sleep boys"

"Already?" Colton complained, and Hank smiled at him.

"you four don't have to sleep" he chuckled, rolling his eyes. "Goodnight"

"Night!"

"Goodnight Hank"

"Sleep well!"

"Until tomorrow"

The silence remained for a while, as Hank changed. But as he laid down on the bed, the discussions began.

"I can't believe you didn't like Mulan"

"She was just crossdressing, Colton"

"Colin, you have no feelings"

"Do you think I should try it one day?"

"try what Connor?"

"crossdressing"

"... yeah!"

"Colton, be silent. Father is sleeping"

"Conan, you know he doesn’t sleep so quick"

"Does not mean you can be loud"

"Can we watch Lion King again?"

"Colin... why do you want to watch that?"

"I... like the songs"

"Fine with me"

"I agree"

"..."

"Conan?"

"... fine"

"Yay!"

Less then five minutes later, Hank could hear the opening song through his wall, and smiled lightly to himself.

He had the best kids.

[lnthefade]

S7

I had a really lovely birthday. I got flowers from Todd and a very sweet handwritten note in a nice card. I went out to dinner with my mother, my sister and my good friend. My son stopped over to say happy birthday, which is nice as I don’t see him that much. Natalie gave me gorgeous sunflowers (she had also given me the new Foxing album and a ticket to see them at an in-store two weeks ago). And there was Todd’s sober anniversary, which made me happier than anything else.

I was off Friday and I’m off tomorrow. I gave myself a little birthday vacation and I’m so happy I did. Sunday nights are so much better when you don’t have to go to work the next day.

I don’t like being chastised for my opinions/feelings. Chastise me if I get facts wrong, sure. But not for feeling something. If my opinion goes against the grain of what you think, that’s fine. That’s life. But don’t yell at me for having an opinion that’s different than yours. I’ll tune you right the fuck out, especially if you do it in a condescending tone.

The Yankees are 35 games over .500 and still 6.5 games back of the Red Sox. But the Sox are faltering a bit and we could be in for a really exciting race through September. I love baseball, but I love fall baseball the best. It’s nice to be rooting for a team that’s in the thick of things (hockey season, aka despair season, is soon upon us).

Speaking of sports, I’m done with the NFL. I’m not watching this year. I’m out. I’m tired of giving my time and energy to an organization that chooses to stifle players who choose to speak their mind. I’m sick of watching grown men do violence upon each other in the name of entertainment. I’m sick of their penchant for sweeping domestic violence under the rug. The NFL is a bad organization and I will not give it a second more of my time. Not joining the office pool this year. My Sundays are now freed up to do other things than staring at RedZone all day. I’ll watch baseball on Sundays until October, then I have hockey and a stack of books to keep me company. I don’t need football. 

We had ice cream delivered to us tonight. It’s my one extravagant luxury. I do it every Sunday. Tonight, Todd ordered a cookie ice cream sandwich.

Where the fuck is the ice cream in that sandwich? That’s some bullshit.

I want to find something to do with my day off tomorrow instead of scrolling twitter and napping. At some point, I’ll watch “To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before” but it’s also a good opportunity to spend some time with Natalie so I’m thinking of something we can do together.

Have a good Sunday night, everyone!

[abdicatedarchive]

not a date || rose and asher

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: TBD // early march 2021.

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: rose x asher.

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒: drug mention.

𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒: rose does her best to keep up her side of the bet, asher is not exactly thrilled. 

Rose got off her bed and changed out of her sweats in preparation for Asher picking her up to go get a slice of pizza. She figured that it would all be harmless, she was definitely not going to lose the bet with Marina over Asher. He had made it abundantly clear that he was available any time she wanted, and it made it easy to say no. She loved the chase, and with Asher there was no such thing. It was either on or off. She heard a knock on her door and opened it, bag in hand, "Let's head out" she said with a smile as she stepped out and locked her door behind her.

Asher slipped on a pair of jeans and a black tee shirt and headed over to roses dorm. Asher promised to be on his best behavior and he was willing to see how@long that lasted. Either way, him and rose could hang out without it being like that. Knocking on her door, the brunette smiled. “Hey babes. You ready?” He said “alrighty, let’s go.” He said with a smile as the started walking out of the dorms.

Rose walked by his side as they left the dorm building, "The real question is, what kind of toppings man are you?" she asked, you could tell a lot about people by the kind of pizza toppings they get. It was always a band conflict when it was time to order pizza, there were just a lot of differing opinions and they almost always had to split things or just say fuck it and get plain cheese. Sometimes it was strange walking campus with Asher, he had been here longer and had a very established reputation, she tried not to think about it. That was very high school of her to think about what other people were thinking of her just for walking in the evening with a boy. No one actually cared here, in fact most people just minded their own damn business. It must be the trauma reaction from having a gossip page at school.

Asher shrugged. "I mean, I'll eat anything on my pizza. I'll even eat it all." He said, He wasn't picky at all. He loved all different kinds of pizza. Anything would make him happy really. "What do you like on your pizza?" He questioned. Asher knew he had a bit of a rep around this campus but he didn't really care. No one cared to look beyond the surface of him so he only gave them surface effort. Except for Rose, she was able to see deeper, understand him a bit more and he liked that, he liked having someone that could see past the hot jock with a nice  dick game.

Rose continued to walk by his side, "I like artichokes, olives, and red onions" said the girl, "pretty much any veggie pizza." Their friendship is weird, she knew that he used her like he used everybody else. But at least most of the time they were able to cut the bullshit and just be friends, and good ones at that. She also wasn't totally blameless, she used him from time to time too. Of course, with the bet that was completely off the table. God, why did she suggest it? But a challenge was a challenge, and it had already gotten her out of her comfort zone.

Asher shrugged. "Thats cool, Yeah I just hate mushrooms, well the non drug kind." He said with a laugh. "So, I want to know a bit more about this challange? I mean, What Marina doesn't know doesn't hurt her and you know me. I can keep a secret babes." He said with a laugh. "Either way, Its just a weird bet to make, it could last months." 

Rosemary laughed when he asked about the challenge, "I would never betray the sanctity of a bet. It's a moral code issue. If I cheat, then all rules are off the table for the next one, and that's no fair" said Rose, laughing a little. The whole thing was really ridiculous, she had no idea why she suggested it in the first place. "Yeah, but we're both in a weird place right now, and not distracting ourselves with people is probably for the best. It's also good to get out of your comfort zone, I dunno" she explained as she looked up at the stars. "Hopefully it won't last until the summer, that would be awful. One of us will break, and if it was worth it, I would" she admitted.

“I do give you that, cheating isn’t fair.” Asher said, he just liked to temp people. Rose was hard, she knew what she wanted. People like Romeo Asher could have wrapped around his finger and play them like putty. He respected the hell out of rose tho. “Honestly that sounds pretty healthy if you both.” Asher said with a nod. “But yeah, if it lasts till the summer I’d be surprised. I could never go that long without flirting. Sometimes I’m flirting and I don’t even realize. I’m also a hot mess so there is that.” 

"There's also a difference between intentional flirting and unintentional flirting. I think flirting that would lead to anyone asking for your number or to hangout counts. But banter is another thing. I don't think I can physically talk to someone and not be a little tease-y flirty" Rose said, thinking out loud. They hadn't really discussed what defined flirting, but she believed it was if you were planning on something. "I mean, all three of us are kinda a hot mess. Flirting is just second nature" she said as they came up to the restaurant.

“I give you props, Hollingsworth. You impress me. And I will be watching carefully and reporting any flirting I see if you directly to the queen herself.” He said with a laugh. He opened the door of the pizza place for her. He might be a fuck boy but he did know manners. “After you,” he said with a smile. “I’ll do some extra flirting for you, you know, out of solidarity. I’ll be flirting for two next party.”

"Wow, thank you so much for holding me to such a high standard" said Rose giving him a playful shove. That definitely didn't count. "Thank you" she replied as he opened the door for her and smiled. "Awww, how sweet. Think of me when you do it" she teased, her and Marina had gone to a few parties so far under their new conditions. They had had a lot of fun, the night always ended with drunk eating and spending time with their girl friends. It was actually kind of refreshing to not go to some grimey dorm room with a guy and not know what you're in for.

"Of course, anything for you babes. You hold the highest standards in my eyes." He said playfully, though he did respect the shit out of the girl. "I know, I am just the best. And lets be real, would I think of anyone else?" He said playfully. He had that issue, not necessarily with thinking of Rose... sometimes it would be Romeo, other times MAdden, most of the time it would be David beckham or Megan Fox. Asher had some good friends, but he was never too close with many people and sometimes that hurt him sometimes. But thats what he liked about rose, she was always there when he needed it. "So what kinda pizza do you want, it's on me."

The girl smiled, she enjoyed her time with Asher. He could turn it on when he wanted to, she had to give him that. He was a little much for some people, but she thrived off of messy people sometimes. With the right energy, you could clean them right up. She had Asher pretty together when he was around her. "Just cheese pizza" she said sweetly, it was to avoid any complications. She liked food orders to be cut and dry, no options for anyone to have to pick anything off or any way they could do it wrong. How could anyone mess up a cheese pizza? "So what's with the chivalry this evening?" she inquired, wondering why he was on such good behavior.

Asher smiled. "You got it." He said ordering a cheese pizza and handing the dude his debit card. Turning back to her he smiled. "What? I can't be a jerk all the time, It does get boring you know." He said playfully. "Plus I promised to be a good boy today, so I am." He added in. "Why? I heard chivalry isn't as dead as everyone thinks."

She laughed a little, "I mean chivalry is archaic as an idea, but you playing nice is a treat." Somedays Rose didn't even know what to do with Asher, but he had a good heart under all of it. That much she knew for certain. "What are your weekend plans looking like?" she inquired.

"I mean, I am totally pro feminism, yall run this world, but chivalry is nice from time to time." He said with a shrug. "My weekend plans? Well I have football training on friday, and intramural lacrosse practice, but that just means friday night is a drinking night, probably out with the boys, saturday day recover and repeat. Sunday recover and bang out a bunch of homework."

Rose shrugged, "I think it's kinda harmful to the whole thing, but I did use the word. So that's on me" said Rosemary, thinking about her favorite teacher from high school would definitely shake her head at that. "Sounds like you're pretty busy" she teased, "are you going to have time for little old Rose Holly?"

Asher nodded. "Yeah, I am def pro feminism. Stick it to the patriarchy." He said with a smile. "I also know how to be mannerful, even when I don't seem like it." He added in. "Eh, I like keeping busy. Or else I get bored, but of coure. I always have time for you, rosie." He said as the guy handed them their pie. "Wanna find a place to sit?"

Rose half smiled at his use of the nickname, it was strange hearing that from someone outside her family. She knew he meant well, it was just very personal. Sometimes it caught her off guard. "Aww, I always have time for you Asher" she replied sweetly. He was a good guy, and she knew that, "Lets." The two found a table towards the back, there were a bunch of big groups taking up the majority of the tables. Pizza places on any night were always packed.

Most times Asher played above the line. He didn’t even realize Rosie was a family nickname. But again even if he did he would probably call her it anyway, he liked it for her. “So what are your big weekend plans?” He said as they moved to the table. He opened the box up and handed her a plate.

Rosemary thought for a second, "well, I'm going to a party on Friday, studying all Saturday, band stuff on Sunday and workouts all in between" she said with a smile as she grabbed a piece of pizza and put it on her plate. "and of course some face masks and time with mari" she added before taking a bite of her pizza, "you have any particular conquests in mind for this weekend?" she pried.

"Sounds action packed." He said with a smile. "Ah Rina. Facemask sounds fun and relaxing. I hope you enjoy." He said before taking a bit. "Conquests? Nah. Whoever is interested in a good time and seems like fun when I'm crossed." He said with a laugh. "That or that cute blond on the cheer team, I've been dying to see under that little skirt of hers."

"No conquests, but mild conquests" she said with a laugh as the cheese slowly pulled between her mouth and the slice. Rose didn't know who worked here, but whoever it was really knew what they were doing when they made this pizza. "Do you mean Chanel, or one of the other blond girls?" she asked, curious.

"I mean like, I always have someone in mind, like, I'm a active male with high sex hormones. I gotta keep it up to keep myself sane." he said playfully. "No not Chanel, that girl Kylie. The flyer that is hella flexible." He said with a smile. "She doesn't even have to fuck me. I just wanna see her bend."

"Kylie is really cute" said Rose with a laugh, "not that I approve of you messing with any of my teammates." He was crude, but that was just Asher. Rose took a bite of her pizza, enjoying the much needed food. "You must have a backup, who is after Kylie?" she taunted.

“Yeah she seems nice too which is a different pace for me.” Asher knew he was a player, but it wasn’t like he was breaking hearts. He liked to have sex, it brought him pleasure and he didn’t mind sharing that with other people. “She is the backup. You are always number one” he said throwing a playful wink at her

"Be careful with nice girls, they aren't as resilient as the guarded ones" she toyed, she thought it was a protective layer but she didn't really know how deep the damage was from being cheated on and toyed with throughout high school. She thought she was just having fun after everything, but it only caused more damage. "No flirting, this is your warning" she said laughing a little, "I'm so serious about this bet."

“Don’t worry I know the drill. Leave my emotions at the door, be clear about what I want and don’t call her the wrong name.” Asher said with a laugh. He knew his actions were a protective measure. After everything he had been through with his dad and now step dad, he never let anyone get to close to him emotionally. He couldn’t take anymore pain. “I was just testing you and had to make sure my devilishly good looks didn’t bring you astray” he said as he finished up his slice of pizza

"Funny boy, but for real. You don't want to ruin your rep with the whole cheer team, I've already done so much positive reinforcement" said Rose laughing a little. "I think I can manage" she joked, "but solid try. I give you a 5/10 for pursuit effort."

Asher shrugged. “Ehh. I don’t really care what people thing to be honest.” Not entirely true, but okay Asher. “I mean, I got what? Two more years here and then I’ll never see 90% of these bitches again. Like the weirdo in the chem lab, never see him again. Chad in the baseball team? Nope. You, jet and the Bois? Kidding of course I’ll see y’all again” he said playfully. “ can’t blame a guy for trying, am I right?”

"You never know who you're going to see again, that's the whole point! Good impressions all the time" said Rosemary, but she was also still sadly very concerned with how people viewed her. It was hard balancing fun and hardworking, and she thought her and Marina pulled it off well, but that was also just her opinion. "I mean, I can blame a guy for anything" she joked.

Rose did have a good point, especially if his dream of pro ball took off. They everyone would have stories of him. “I mean, yeah true. But also people these days are so judgmental, no one likes to just have fun and keep it casual anymore.” Asher pointed out. “ like I don’t care what someone ate for breakfast or what their zodiac is. And listening to some girl babble on for hours is draining.” Asher looked up at Rosemary. “Never me though. I always have an alibi”

Rosemary smiled, "Well just to have you know, I am a Leo on the virgo cusp. I'm an ESTP and an enneagram three" she said, a smirk forming. She did love to push his buttons, "and trust me I could go on for hours. I have plenty of times with Marina." She did find all of that stuff really fascinating, and honestly it wouldn't hurt Asher to listen to girls every once in a while.

Asher smiled nodded and did the basic guy not listening card. “Really? Wow! I would have never guessed that.” He said looking up at her. “I’m also a tiger with a Pluto rising and a devil sinking.” He added in just to be funny. “Wanna hear me roar?” He said throwing a wink. “Kidding kidding. But what I was saying is that when they pull the zodiac card then they start going deep into our compatibility and if we will get married and have kids and it’s kinda creepy

"Sweetie, I didn't mention my moon or anything. I'm talking about the enneagram" Rosemary teased, playing the hurt girlfriend. She couldn't imagine what it was like to actually date Asher, Rose had never seen it ... but she also figured that he shaped up quite quickly under the right circumstances. "It's just a fun thing, let people like what they like Ash" Rose reminded him.

“Well I don’t want to hear about your butt test.” He said making a disgusted face. “I thought only ok’d people get enneagrams.” He questioned, showing he didn’t quite understand the word. “They can like it, that’s cool. But I don’t want to get married.” Asher knew when the time came he could be a good boyfriend. He just never let anyone get close enough for that to happen. Rose was different though. Out of pure curiosity he somehow let her slip through his guarded gate and he didn’t mind. 

"Asher the enneagram is a personality test, not a prostate exam" said the girl, laughing at his confusion. At least he was an idiot in a funny way, she always laughed around him. "You say that, but I can imagine you married someday. She'll have to be a very very very special girl" said Rose as she took another bite of her pizza.

“ are you sure? Isn’t the butt water test called an ennema?” He questioned. “I don’t need a personality test, I already know I’m fabulous.” He added in with a laugh. “Well I mean yeah one day but not right now. I’m to young and hot.”

[andy-clutterbuck]

WSC Atlanta 2017

I just tried to eat pineapple with a knife so I’m not sure how coherent this will be. I don’t think the majority of it has sunk in yet and it’s like I’m in some sort of con AU version of my life but I wanted to get it out while it’s all fresh.

I have to say first and foremost that no matter how I feel about TWD(and how this con is run) TWD cast is full of gems. I don’t have any heart eyes to spare but maybe Andy can lend them out every other weekend or something. Yeah I know they get paid to do this but some of that sincerity and warmth just can’t be faked, actor or not. Secondly, the lighting in my hotel room is god awful. Thirdly, this weekend wouldn’t have been what it was without my TiTTD fam. 

Friday:

I met Ross that evening when I went to check out the layout. He immediately stepped around the table to hug me before he even said anything. ❤️  He was so sweet. He’s very genuine and super easy to talk to. Plus he asked to hold my Pikachu phone case.

Saturday:

The first full day. I met Khary first and what really struck me is that he stands in front of his table like he just gets right out there to talk to you and again he immediately came in for a hug. The warmth just radiates off that dude. He is so full of life. He gave my Pikachu phone case more love.

I went to meet Norman because I promised @peggy-steve that I would get his autograph for her. Again, came right at me over the table for a hug. He was incredibly sincere and very soft spoken despite the utter insanity that constantly surrounds his booth.

I met Lennie next! He immediately wants to know about you and engages you in conversation. I think it would pretty impossible to be nervous around him because he just puts you at ease and he’s so lovely. So lovely.

I met @oldmangrimes // @mdgart !!!!!!!! 🙌🏻  I walked up to her booth and said something to the effect of “If I told you the trash was here would you know who you’re talking to?” She surprised me with this big, gorgeous, glittery print of the Andy art she did for me for my birthday last year. I came back on Sunday before I left to get a print of this because how could I not? It has two of my most favorite things: a curl curving around his ear and CHEST HAIR. FYI she’s just as lovely in person as she is on tumblr. 💖 💝

The last thing I did on Saturday was pop by to see Jon Bernthal for @bernthalus-christ so I could get him to hold up a birthday sign for her. Success! Her post is here 💙

*I was planning on meeting Danai and Lauren but the scheduling didn’t work 😒

Sunday:

Did you scroll past everything else to get here? I don’t blame you. Holy early day, Batman. The panel was great I think everyone knows that. We were sitting in the 5th row! The first thing I did when Andy came out on stage after saying “That’s a good shirt.” was notice that my hands were shaking. My eyes were also sporadically welling up with tears which was aggravating. I love that Andy is 44 years old and still listens to his mom and dad about not swearing. 😂

@ricky-grimes took some A+ Andy photos that I will be editing once she uploads them 😻  😛

Andy op time. Mess™ Like a legit mess. And when the dude who runs the whole damn con comes strolling in like a douche and doesn’t tell a fuck ton of exasperated people what’s even going on.....ANYWAY ops are super fast so luckily you don’t really have time to freak out you just have to move. So I just opened my arms to him and he opened his and went “Yeaaaahhhh!!” Now let be trash for second but his body is hard. I didn’t expect him to be squishy but the dude is solid. Also the Santa beard is soft, it touched the side of my face and I didn’t even feel any roughness at all. He’s so beautifully proportioned...sorry moving on. We both said thank you and off I went. Here I am internally screaming legit 😂 : My digital download is MIA so terrible lighting and the reflection of my hand is all I can do right now. We’re not gonna talk about that 4th Freddy Cougar that happened just before I got in there ok....Andy legit wore 87 hats though.

@packt and I finally met up before Andy’s autograph! She had these gorgeous coins created for the cast and was I’m super honored that she wanted to give me because they’re amazing and I’m going to treasure it forever. 💜 💙 ❤️ I’m truly amazed by the wonderful people I’ve met through running this blog.

Andy’s autograph. I got in line and when @mamagrimes6 found me she was going to just go back so she wasn’t cutting in line but I wasn’t having that 😂  I very vocally stated that no I needed her and @ricky-grimes with me I wasn’t doing this alone. I was going to fight someone if they gave us shit but they both got in line with me without an issue. 🙊  We were at the very front of the gold line so the panic set in pretty damn fast. I couldn’t even look at him for the short amount of time that we could before we got up there. It legitimately felt like staring at the sun, that’s the only way I can put it, like it stings so you flinch away. Or a really handsome version of Medusa. I imagine that’s not a totally uncommon thing but when you spend as much time as I do staring at his face in photoshop it’s pretty amusing. I actually texted my friend and told her it was like I was just seeing him for the first time, I was legit shook. 😖  I could feel my heart beating in my chest and I got really short of breath, I wasn’t even sure that I was going to be able to say anything without sounded winded or something. I gave him my silver fox hat to sign and I managed to choke out some version of thanking him for all the goodness he puts out into the world because it’s really helped me, I don’t really remember exactly what I said, and he said “Oh wow.” and that he’s just trying to spread a love bomb to the world 😂  which is such and Andy thing to say and it’s so true. He put his hand up for a highfive so I gave him one and he held onto my hand for a moment. Said our thank yous again and I proceeded so quickly out of the curtain the volunteer chuckled at me. 

If you were at WSC you may have several silver foxes around because it was a thing we did.

I finished my day/con experience with the Kingdom panel and it was a great choice. Cooper, Lennie, and Khary were just wonderful and hilarious, it couldn’t have ended on a more upbeat note.

It’s sporadically sinking in. I think I’ve teared up two or three times tonight. It may sound silly but I just want to thank everyone for their support. Just to have so many people understand the way I feel and be happy and supportive has been so amazing. Also I cannot stress enough how utterly gorgeous Andy is ok? Like no picture, no video, nothing truly matches the real thing in the flesh. That’s my bean and I can’t believe i actually met him 😖

[hwisaacs]

LOCATION: Various / Travelers Rest, SC DATE: March 31st TIME: Various  TRIGGERS: abuse, homophobia (implied - there’s like one sentence about his dad and then the last paragraph where he’s ‘talking’ to his sister.) MENTIONS: @jackfuckingmonday CLOSED

         Henry should have cancelled on his parents when he had the chance. The last few days had been hectic, and he was exhausted. Classes started back up tomorrow; he was not ready for them after a long weekend of flights, games, and celebrations. He had already promised his mom he would be back, and he knew that his dad would have been annoyed at him for cancelling plans last minute. Henry would find an excuse to get back to Palmetto as quickly as possible, even if he had to fake an emergency. At least all his homework was finished, so that was one less thing he needed to worry about. Henry hadn’t actually thought about the consequences of his actions on Friday night and what it might mean for Sunday church with his parents, but now it was a problem he needed to be handled. Well, Friday was fun, if nothing else; maybe not the flight and losing the match, everything else was though. He wasn’t exactly complaining, at least.

         Sitting in his car, he looked at his reflection once more. There were obvious lines where the concealer was, but he couldn’t help that. Henry grabbed the scarf in the seat beside him and put it around his neck. Technically, it was too warm to wear it, he didn’t have a choice though. God, this was so obvious what he was trying to do. Henry hoped his parents were stupid enough to not ask. He walked up to his house, a deep feeling of anxiousness boiling up in him. He saw his mom at the door, she ran out, barefooted, to greet him—as if she didn’t live less than an hour away and couldn’t visit him if she wanted to. He bit back the bitter feeling about his mom away and gave her a hug. He knew this was all show for the neighbors anyway. It always was.

         “How was your break?” she asked, arm around his shoulders. Henry fought the urge to panic.

         “Busy. Professors like to give homework over break. So, I worked on that, then had practice every day, and then the game was on Friday. It feels less like a break and more like a small vacation from seeing the rest of the students at the school. How was yours?” he questioned.

         “Oh, the same as ever. Got some planning for events at the church done, went to the movies with my friends, worked on grading some papers and lesson plans. The usual break stuff. I cooked breakfast for you, if you’re hungry. We missed having you here for break.”

         Henry knew that could only be partially true, though he smiled anyway. He hugged his mom again. Some days he wondered how someone so kind could be married to a monster. Then other days he thought she was just as much of a monster for letting her husband treat his children so poorly. Sometimes his moods about his mom shifted practically within seconds and he still didn’t understand why that happened. He stepped into the house and he could practically feel his father’s foul mood from the doorway. Walking towards the kitchen, he tried to be as quiet as possible, so he wouldn’t piss off his dad more.

         “Henry,” the man spat, as he took a seat at the table.

         “Good morning, sir,” he said.

         “Take off the damned scarf. You’re indoors.”

         Henry did as he was told, putting the scarf on the back of the chair and praying to god that his dad didn’t notice the makeup. Luckily, he didn’t seem to, and he relaxed a bit as his mom put the food on the table. The rest of breakfast went by without a problem. He made small talk with his mom and let his dad lecture him about how he should be focusing on his studies instead of playing Exy—as if Henry was failing his classes, as if his dad was paying close enough attention. Finally, it was time to leave for church and his family piled in the car. The drive always felt either too long or too short. Today it was too long. He’d always hated being trapped in a car with his dad. Too much time for his dad to critique his looks or whatever else he was in the mood to have a problem with. It happened to be his hair and outfit choice today, which apparently was all wrong. Henry couldn’t tune him out, because the conversations always required more than a simple yes or no, sir. Eventually, they made it to the church; Henry flung himself from the car. The church was crowded today—and Henry went off to find any familiar face. Today that face happened to be Monica Browning, his high school coach.

         “Henry!” she exclaimed, a smile on her face as she walked over. Sometimes small towns weren’t the absolute worst.

         “Hey, coach,” he responded, matching her enthusiasm, even if it was fake.

         “I watched the last game. Congratulations on making it through. How’s your head?”

         “Thank you! My head is fine. I was given the all clear and it seems to be alright now. How is your team looking this year? I haven’t been able to keep up. Any potential Foxes?”

         “Oh, with you gone, the team hasn’t done very well. And I don’t think there are any potential Foxes. But I’ll keep an eye out for them. Why don’t you sit with me today?”

         “I’d love to, but I have to head back practically as soon as I get home, so I should really spend the time with mom and dad. But we’ll talk soon. You have my number. I’ll have mom invite you for dinner next time I can stay longer.”

         “Sounds like a plan. It was good seeing you.” She gave him a hug and he went off to find his parents.

         For the most part the ceremony wasn’t too boring, and he was able to pay attention to it the whole time. Henry didn’t hate church; he just hated this one. Everyone was too catty, talking about everyone else behind their backs. There were some things that were hateful. It’s saving grace was the youth program, which Monica ran, meaning it wasn’t the worst it could have been. Growing up, that had always been one thing he and Holland looked forward to at church. In almost no time, the people started clearing out, heading out to talk or staying in the chapel to chatter.

         “Oh, Henry, you have a smudge. Let me…” his mom looked over at him, grabbing her water bottle and dipping a tissue into it.

         “Mom, no,” Henry tried to move away, but couldn’t get away in time. She wiped off what little makeup was still there covering up the bruise. Just at the same time his father looked over—and Henry saw the dark look on his face.

         “Henry William, is that a hickey?” she gasped, moving back.

         “Marilyn,” he said slowly, “I just remembered something I have to do at home with Henry. If you could catch a ride with someone, I’d appreciate it. Henry, go to the car. Now.”

         Henry really should have stayed in Palmetto, but he listened to his dad, knowing what would happen if he didn’t. There were photos of he and Jack online from after the game and at the airport. Surely his dad hadn’t seen them. William had never taken an interest in his son’s life. As soon as the car started and they were out of the church parking lot, Henry spoke.

         “Dad, I—” he started.

         “How dare you make a fool out of me. Showing up to church of all places, looking like you do. Do you know that this entire town looks at us as a family? You’re way more trouble than you are worth. I have to deal with you and the crushing disappointment you’ve always been. And don’t get me started with your sister. What the fuck did I do to deserve you as a child?” William was shouting, though at least he seemed too angry to reach out and grab Henry. He kept going; Henry tuned him out. All of his dad’s speeches sounded the exact same. “I hope to god you’re not at that school slutting around. I won’t hesitate to cut you off if I even catch wind of you causing trouble.” So, he didn’t know who Henry was kissing. “Is she your girlfriend? Who is this woman you’re kissing? I deserve to meet her. Next Sunday.”

         “I can’t next Sun—”

         “You’ll do as I say. Now get in the fucking house.” Henry hadn’t even realized they were home already.

         “I really should be getting back to school soon.”

         “Get in the house.”

         Henry listened, his heart growing heavy with every step. The second he walked in, Wednesday was at his side. He gave her a pet on the head and told her to go to his room. He’d be fine; it wasn’t like his dad hadn’t been angry before. The black dog whined, then gave Henry’s hand a lick, and walked out of the room. His dad made quick work of the punishment and stormed off to his office to grab a drink. Which meant Henry had less than a half an hour to get out of here. He went up to his room, giving Wednesday some more pets on the head, wishing that he could take her back with him more than anything. Maybe he could talk to Betsy about that, since the only reason he had the dog in the first place was so he’d stop sleeping in his sister’s room when he was still in eight grade. Henry grabbed a few books and headed down the hallway, to the door at the end that was never open anymore. The pink and black H on the door contrasted to the blue and white one on his own door. He opened it and stepped inside.

         It was almost like stepping into a time machine. Back to junior year. The posters of bands and shows Holland was obsessing at the time covering the walls. CDs strung about, with clothing. He was surprised that his dad hadn’t gotten rid of this stuff already. Then again, it was a reminder of his failure or a reminder to Henry not to mess up. Getting rid of it meant that he had to admit his failure. Maybe he was hoping Holland would come back, admit he was right, and things would go back to normal. Henry used to think that too. When the pain of her departure was fresh. She’ll be back in a few days, he’d thought at the time. He’d been wrong. Dust collected on every surface. He looked back, but Wednesday sat at the doorway, not coming inside the room. She missed Hol too. For the first time all day, he let himself cry. He missed his sister so much. Even as happy as he was at Palmetto, playing Exy, learning, hanging with Jack, none of it would ever fill the void that was left in his chest when she left. Henry wasn’t sure seeing Hol again would even fix that. Holland leaving left a deep scar. For a little bit, he stood and cried. Then he wiped his tears, looked around once more—spotting something that he’d never noticed before. On her bookshelf, there was a rainbow flag pin. He crossed the room and picked it up, putting it in his pocket. He searched the room again, finding a few more pride themed things and taking them as well.

         “I miss you,” he whispered. “But why did you make me feel ashamed for something you were too? I was twelve. I felt so alone. And you told me to hide it, that it was better to not feel that way at all. You told me to be normal. Hol, I am normal.” Henry wiped another tear away. “You’d like Jack. They make me feel like you did, except I don’t feel like I have to hide any part of who I am.” For a moment he let the words linger in the air, as if he was talking to a ghost. “I’m going to find you.”

[fmlfpl]

Lineup Lamentations - GW9

Our Transfers, Captains, and Starting 11s for the week!

And if you missed it for subscribers Friday My Life episode came out an ~hour ago <333

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WALSH

TRANSFERS:

OUT: N/A

IN: N/A

Team is in basically good shape with only .1 in the bank and a reasonable looking starting squad there's nothing to do here.

Going to give Pukki this game and then reassess what I want to do with him depending on how Norwich look.

Otamendi is in my thoughts as I don't have many players who I can downgrade for money so will also be looking at how they look at Selhurst.

Rolling into next GW after UCL midweek games with two frees feels like a good place to be regardless.

GK:

Pope (lei)

Pope my steady hand at the back keeps just picking up a trickle of points.

Not a great clean fixture here but you never know with Burnley and he's always capable of grabbing a save point or two. Feels fine and I have no thoughts of moving him in the medium term.

DEF:

Alexander-Arnold & Robertson (mun)

Trent and Robbo go to OT on Sunday in what actually looks like a really reasonable clean shout especially with Alisson likely / hopefully back in.

Another couple who have served me reasonably well so far and who I have faith in.

Otamendi (cry)

Otamendi feels nervy as discussed on the pod but with three good fixtures incoming I have a feeling I will be holding him provided he is in the team.

MID:

Saka (shu)

It would be rude of me to start any place other than Saka when looking at my midfield. Pretty bad fixture and with Laca on the mend this is probablyyyy going to be the last time I throw him into the fire. Hopefully he repays my faith and unabashed love of him with some points. Prob not but fucking fuck me it would feel good if he comes in with anything.

Salah (mun) and Sterling and De Bruyne (cry)

The tidy trio of Mo Raz and Kevin are still in there.

Would really like a good performance and some points out of Raz but we'll see. It's not completely out of the question that I go to Kun for him on a double switch to get Kun to cap for their two home bankers incoming. We'll see but it's on my mind.

Mount (NEW)

Mount rounds out this group with a good on paper fixture off the back of a couple of returns. He's been solid and should continue to trickle in points as the continue with their good run of fixtures.

FWD:

Pukki (bou)

As previously mentioned, I am holding Pukki and would like very badly for Norwich to look competent going forward this game. I still like him a lot and believe in Farke. Maybe their peripheral players coming back into fitness will be the difference.

If they look like a dumpster fire again and put up an egg against a team that hasn't kept a clean in the league yet, though, I'll probably fuck him off.

Abraham (NEW)

Next to Pukki is Tamela. Not much to say about the boy. Similar to Mount..just seems like a great value pick in the game with good fixtures on a team that creates a lot of chances and scores goals.

CAP:

Abraham (NEW)

I'm on Tammy. Could see them having a difficult time against the bus but I'm backing his movement and competency in front of goal to get some shit done.

Doesn't feel tremendous but he's the best option I have since I don't cap against Palace so here I am.

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ALON

TRANSFERS:

OUT: N/A

IN: N/A

As mentioned on Friday My Life ad nauseam I just don’t know what’s going on I’m so out of the loop, been bedridden or in a hospital or urgent care for the last five days so just fuck me.

Saving is usually a good thing and my starting 11 looks fine so saving is the way I’m going.

GK:

Gunn (wol)

Definitely a spot of concern for me here. Gunn pick has been absolutely terrible for me getting three straight one pointers albeit in tough fixtures.

Wolves away is not fantastic but it’s cleanable.

But then the next two are home Leicester and away Man City so fucking hell this is going to have to change. I have money in the bank and will look at it next week.

DEF:

Tomori (NEW)

It’s nice to see that my bare bones cheap as fuck defense is sorta trendy right now with a lot of people downgrading expensive guys to defenders I already own in this moment; Tomori being one of them.

This miiiiight be the best clean-sheet fixture in the entire league competing with home to Manchester United so I’m just hoping Chelsea get the job done even without Kante... The entire match will be played in Newcastle’s half with the occasional sprung counter. Just deal with it don’t be dumb fucks please Chelsea lads.

Söyüncü (BUR)

Another guy trending upwards and I’ve been having Soy lattes since GW1. Love the guy. Thought he was really excellent vs. Liverpool too last GW a million years ago...

The run for Leicester begins now and in the next nine GWs I’m expecting a premium rate of cleansheet returns from the Foxes. Go.

Lowton (lei)

And rounding it out with Lowton my Burnley lad. It seems like everyone has Pope so I’m not really gaining on the field here but occasionally (GW7) he gets an assist so that’s cool keep doing that please Matthew.

Not expecting a clean here but as was stated on the IRL pod a few weeks ago buses can clean when you least expect them to do and you shall not keep a clean or sometimes you shall.

MID:

Salah (mun)

Hoping he’s fit but really don’t know anything. I assume he’ll start and be great and then rest for Genk in midweek where Liverpool really shouldn’t need him.

MUN will do their best to make this an unwatchable nightmare 0-0 so hopefully Liverpool can break through early and fuck them sideways.

Sterling & De Bruyne (cry)

Palace are organized and solid defensively and notoriously tough to break down buuuuut come on it’s City so this should probably be a 3 or 4 or 5 to nil if we’re being honest...

I went back to see what went down last season and it was a 1-3 fuckfest at Selhurst. City created 2.86xG, 1.53 of that being Raz’s brace, and KDB created 6 chances (1.29xA) with two assists.

Let’s do that exactly again please :) :) :)

Cantwell (bou)

Still rolling out Todd in 2019. I duno.

Maybe it’s just enough time away from FPL that I sorta feel good about Farke and Norwich with two weeks to prep and getting some fitness back. Norwich gonna do the thing this week.

FWD:

Aubameyang (shu)

Similar to Al below I brought in Aubz for Kun for the cap HAUL against Bournemouth AKA do absolutely nothing all game even that chance at the end was offsides so fucking hell fuck me fuck Emery fuck life.

Wish I had Kun now but also that money in the bank will help me fix Gunn and shit like that so I guess it’s ok. It’s fine. Fuck.

Abraham (NEW)

Tammy is just great. And ya gotta love Chelsea’s all out yolo attack. Why not?

What a revelation for Tammy this season he’s a top player top striker get the fuck in. Sometimes the eye-tests of yesteryear come good despite him playing for Swansea.

Pukki (bou)

Worried but confident. Or is that an oxymoron? Or am I just a moron?

We’ll see.

Come on you Canaries get the fuck in. Starting two Norwich attackers still what the fuuuckkk am I dooiiingggggggggggggg. Ok ok ok.

Gonna be great.

CAP:

De Bruyne (cry)

I’ve moved it to Kevin. Fuck it. It’s time. He’s been so incredible this season and City need the points. Palace should be parked to all hell and Kev will pull the strings and fuck it.

Walsh got me first thinking about it on Friday My Life and then everyone kinda started talking about it and doing it and feeling it and loving it on Slack and so here I am. Easily swayed on this one. Let’s do it man.

Late night switch - always bad.

Getting sucked into the hype on Slack - always bad.

Capping Kev - gonna be great.

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RANDOM SLACKER OF THE WEEK: AL

The words of Random Slacker are not officially endorsed by this website nor any employees of FML FPL LLC.

TRANSFERS:

OUT: Douglas Luiz

IN: Maddison

Have some spare cash in the bank, so a great time to make an upgrade and jump on Maddo for Leicester’s nice run.

Was tossing up between this move or moving Pukki to Wilson, but I’ve decided this move is going to improve my team more overall for the coming weeks.

GK:

Pope (lei)

Not expecting a clean this week from Pope, but hopefully can get a save point or 2 against Leicester. A solid option for the whole season, no need to make any moves here.

DEF:

Alexander-Arnold & Robertson (mun)

I’m sticking with the double Pool D and I’m still very happy to have them both. 

With Alisson back this week, the clean sheets should start to come, especially this week against a weak United attack. Plus they will continue to live in the attacking half for the majority of games, so plenty of attacking returns should come. 

Söyüncü (BUR)

Going with Soy Boy over Tomori this week. 

No Kante for Chelsea worries me, and I feel Newcastle may be able to sneak one past Chelsea, so I’m playing Soy and hoping Leicester can keep a clean against Burnley.

MID:

Sterling (cry)

The points are coming with Raz, I can feel it. 

He has been a bit disappointing with a lack of returns the past few weeks, but I expect this to turn around in the next few. 

Crystal Palace isn’t going to be an easy fixture for City, but hopefully they come out fired up after last weeks terrible loss. I’m hoping he can grab a couple of goals to get him back in form.

De Bruyne (cry)

Hopefully Kev plays and Pep isn’t playing his tricks again. 

No brainer to have the Ginger Prince, if he plays he’ll dominate and rip Palace apart. Easy.

Mount (NEW)

Loving Mount. He has been great to have for most of the season, and has a great fixture here to haul again and bring in the green arrows. Keep bringing those returns son.

Maddison (BUR)

My new lad, and it feels really good to have him. 

Leicester has a great run for the next 9 weeks or so, and I really wanted to get a piece of that attack. Maddo is so good because he’s just involved in everything Leicester do, and he isn’t afraid to get his shots off. 

He loves to play weaker teams, so I expect a lot of returns in the coming weeks to easily justify the move. And hopefully he’s feeling buoyant after his little casino trip.

FWD:

Aubameyang (shu)

Moved Kun to Aubs last week hoping for a captain haul against Bournemouth, but it never came. 

Not confident about this matchup, as Sheffield have looked great defensively at home, but Aubs is always dangerous and always a chance to get a goal or 3. 

Hopefully he is not to affected by Lacazette’s return, but they always seem to play better together anyway.

Abraham (NEW)

Tammy is just a must have. Such good value for his price, and with Chelsea’s juicy run, should get some big hauls over the next few weeks. Not much else to say. Love owning Tamela.

Pukki (bou)

I’m staying at the Pukki party. 

Last chance this week for Pukki, if he blanks again I’ll be looking to move him next week. 

A good fixture on paper for Teemu, but Norwich have been diabolical away from home, so I’m bracing myself for another 2 pointer. 

Come on Pukki, remember all the good times we had? Let’s have one more big haul and reminisce about this fun times.

CAP:

Abraham (NEW)

Not an easy choice for captain this week, but with City and Arsenal having tough away fixtures, the C has found its way to Tammy. 

A good fixture at home against Newcastle, and he’s flying high at the moment, I expect Tammy to either get double digits or to get a blank.

[goddess-in-the-stacks]

So last weekend we drove to Pittsburgh for Anthrocon, the second largest furry convention in the world. It was the largest until Midwest Fur Fest overtook it last year! If you’ve never heard of furries (or have only heard of them from CSI, ugh), they are a really fun subculture. Popular culture likes to call them a fetish, but mainstream furry culture is absolutely not. Furries are, simply, people who like anthropomorphic animals. Often they have fursonas, or an idea of who they would be if they were an anthropomorphic animal, and some of them have made or commissioned fursuits (similar to mascot suits) so they can dress up and pretend to be their fursona. Furry culture is a happy one, really – there is just so much joy at Anthrocon, from people dressing up and just playing. There are meetups for different types of animals, like bird suiters and cats and dragons. (I saw a photo on Twitter of a water buffalo at a lion meetup captioned “living dangerously” which cracked me up.)

One of the best things about furry culture, in my opinion, is the lack of giving a fuck about gender roles and sexuality. Most suits obscure your gender – and for gender non-conforming people, it can be an incredibly freeing experience. So there are a lot of pride flags flying, and transgender flags are incredibly common. (I saw several fursuiters wearing them like capes!) It’s just an amazing place to be yourself, because nobody judges you.

Husband in a badger mask, and boss trying on a tiger mask in the mirror.

So this is how we spent our weekend. We help a friend of ours sell leather masks and folding fans, both at this con and at the Maryland Renaissance Fair every year. (See photo above, and her website here!) It is an absolute blast, spending time with three of our best friends (boss and her partners) and chilling with furries.

Now that you know what furries are about, the rest of this post should make more sense! Thursday we drove up to Pittsburgh. We normally help set up the booth, but they only allow a certain number of people in with the Dealer, so Tiger and her partners set up her booth while we got our badges and wandered back to the hotel until dinner.

Three fursuiters in the Dealer’s Den.

Friday the Con kicked off for real, and the Dealer’s Den opened. We sold fans (SO MANY FANS) and masks until 6pm. We got to see some amazing fursuiters walk through the Dealer’s Room, and said hi to several people we knew from Fair and previous Anthrocons. I walked down to the Charity Table, because this year’s charity (Anthrocon supports a different one each year) was Pearl Parrot Rescue, so they had a few different parrots at their table throughout the weekend. We ended up raising a record $46,440 for their charity!

Saturday was another full day in the Dealer’s Den, with the Fursuit Parade in the middle of the afternoon. They actually blocked off a road outside the conference center, and put out a bunch of chairs so people from Pittsburgh could come watch the parade! Pittsburgh is an amazing city, and they’ve absolutely embraced Anthrocon and furries. The local restaurants usually have deals for people with Anthrocon badges, or furry-themed food specials, and many places do events themed around the furries. Anthrocon attendees regularly inject several MILLION dollars into the local economy over the weekend, though, so it’s no surprise they love us!

Scyther!

Sunday the Dealer’s Den closed at 4 instead of 6, to give the Dealers time to pack up their booths and load out. We still had 6 hours of vending time, and saw many more fursuits. I don’t remember which day we saw Scyther, but they were one of many Pokemon suiters. After packing up Tiger’s booth, we headed back to our hotel. They drove back Sunday night, but we stayed an extra night in Pittsburgh….

So we could go to the National Aviary Monday morning! BECAUSE BIRBS. The Wattled Curassow, above, liked to hang out on the railing. I was highly amused at how many people walked by her, or stood at the railing right next to her, without noticing she was there, just chilling. This was in the Wetlands environment, along with spoonbills and flamingos and pelicans and all kinds of birds.

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I actually got to hold a fish to feed a Tern as part of their interactive feeding talk. I took video of the first half of the talk. I’ll try to upload that soon, because it was really neat!

In other exhibits they had Stellar’s Sea Eagles, which were HUGE. I knew they were big, but DAAAANG.

Or at least I thought they were huge until we got to the Andean Condor exhibit. I was really excited by this one, and it was a large part of why I wanted to go to the National Aviary. Andean Condors are the largest flying bird in the world, and WOW. We walked up just as one of them hopped up onto a rocky ledge and HOLY COW THEY ARE HUGE. It’s hard to get a sense of scale through pictures, but trust me. These guys are enormous.

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In addition to these giants of the bird world, we also saw Tawny Frogmouths, a Kookaburra, and Flying Foxes. Which are bats. But hey. They fly!

In the Rainforest Exhibit were a pair of Hyacinth Macaws, which is one of my favorite species, and this fabulous bird in a nest, among many others. We saw a Palm Cockatoo – the amazing black ones – but he hid behind a tree very quickly, so I didn’t get a picture.

I also didn’t get a picture of the lorikeets, but we fed them! I had two come to me immediately – I’d been hanging out outside the enclosure talking to them through the wire mesh – and they didn’t want to leave when the nectar was gone. One of them I had to reach up and set on a branch, he was fairly determined to stick with me! The keepers were rather surprised he’d refused to leave, but I explained I’d grown up with birds. They seem to like me!

I have three souvenirs from the weekend – a shot glass from the aviary, and two AMAZING posters from Anthrocon. The expression on the parakeet’s face just KILLS me. (The artist is on Twitter at @TsaoShin)

Monday afternoon we drove back from the aviary, fell into bed, and slept until Tuesday. It was a fantastic weekend. We’d originally planned to go to Toronto instead of coming home, but that fell through, and we’ll probably try to do it next year instead. I am exhausted – well, maybe not by the time this post goes up, hopefully! – but happy.

Anthrocon Wrap Up! My weekend in #Pittsburgh at #Anthrocon2019 and the @National_Aviary! BECAUSE #BIRBS! (Poster from @TsaoShin) So last weekend we drove to Pittsburgh for Anthrocon, the second largest furry convention in the world.

[timaltman]

rules: once you have been tagged you are supposed to write 92 truths about yourself. at the end, choose however many people you want to tag!

tagged by: @hsinlvegas who has gotten me addicted to pinterest aesthetic boards and i’m mad at her for it but she’s still p rad. 

tagging: whoever wants to do it lmao idk it’s 2:30am here idek whats up or down rn i should probably be asleep but also like.... no.

LAST… [1] drink: water (i’m so exciting /sarcasm) [2] phone call: my mom called me while she was driving home from work  [3] text message: “oh my god no. not the kidz bop. pls no” - to my sister [4] song you listened to: reaching by audiomachine (which is so good pls go listen to it) [5] time you cried: last night thinking about steve irwin and how i owe him my entire life and career bc in 2 weeks i’m starting my first official zookeeping job and he was a huge inspiration for me as a kid 

-REST UNDER THE CUT-

HAVE YOU EVER…

[6] dated someone twice: no [7] been cheated on: no [8] kissed someone and regretted it: no [9] lost someone special: yes [10] been depressed: ☜(ﾟヮﾟ☜) all the fuckin time my dudes [11] gotten drunk and thrown up: no but i’ve gotten so anxious i’ve thrown up??

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS: [12] teal [13] pale yellow [14] silver

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU… [15] made new friends: yes! [16] fallen out of love: no [17] laughed until you cried: yes [18] found out someone was talking about you: yeah i mean i’m sure there are like three people who bitch about me all the time lmao [19] met someone who changed you: yes~ (in a good way)  [20] found out who your true friends are: (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧ -bitter fucking laughter-  [21] kissed someone on your facebook list: ye - my wonderful girlfriend~

GENERAL… [22] how many of your tumblr friends do you know in real life: i mean, i’ve met a lot of them after becoming friends on tumblr, but then i have some old high school friends and some internship friends on here, too.... so like 10 or so? probably a few more than that. [23] do you have any pets: my asshole cat, robin: the cat wonder, lives with me in my apartment. at home i have a beagle/terrier mutt named copper and a gray tabby named dusty. i’m hoping to maybe get a ball python this summer but i’m not sure yet! [24] do you want to change your name: yeah, i’ve considered it b/c trans but i’m not entirely sure what i want yet.... [25] what did you do for your last birthday: wielded a chainsaw, ate shitty walmart cake and watched step brothers with some classmates in a remote cabin in southern illinois? not my first choice but not terrible, all things considered. didn’t lose any limbs that day so i can’t complain. [26] what time did you wake up: robin woke me up at like, 5:30am to get fed, but then i went back to sleep again until 7:30, text billy to have a good day at work, and then i went back to sleep again until 9:45 b/c i didn’t have my 9am class today hell yeah [27] what were you doing at midnight last night: uh, pinterest-ing for my character aesthetic boards.... >_> [28] name something you cannot wait for: graduating college and being the fuck done with schoooooool. also mother fuckin wonDER WOMAN. [29] when was the last time you saw your mother: april 23rd [30] what is one thing you wish you could change about your life: how far away all the ppl i care about are :(((( [31] what are you listening to right now: more audiomachine but i was watching friends in the background earlier [32] have you ever talked to a person named tom: ye my old neighbor was named tom he was real nice [33] something that is getting on your nerves: not in the angry way but in the anxious way- i have to give a presentation on my research project to the college board in like... 6 hours. [35] elementary: yes? [36] high school: done [37] college: sO CLOSE TO DONE I LITERALLY HAVE TWO CLASSES LEFT [38] hair color: brown.... it used to have a white patch and be fun, but i dyed it for superboy and now i’m battling with myself debating if i should dye it back bc “””professional””” for jobs but that’s so boring i want to look like shiro again :((( [39] long or short hair: short god please short, regardless of what gender i present, short is so much nicer since my hair is so thiiiiick [40] do you have a crush on someone: ye my a m a z i n g girlfriend uwu  [41] what do you like about yourself?: noncommittal shrug emoji? i like my eye color i think that’s pretty radical since it’s like a gray-teal color. i guess i’m a pretty good resource for random ass animal facts too [42] piercings: mmmm i mean, i don’t care for them or about them that much? [43] blood type: literally no idea which is probably bad [44] nickname: sunshine, sam, sammy, teddy, timmy, timtam, dad [45] relationship status: -heart eyes emojis @ billy- [46] zodiac sign: aries i think? idk all i care is my celtic zodiac is a fox, so [47] pronouns: he/him [48] fav tv show: f ri ck en brooklyn 99 [49] tattoos: not yet, but after i get top surgery and no longer run the disk of mutilating or stretching it, i wanna get tim’s robin symbol on my chest [50] right or left handed: left!

FIRST… [51] surgery: wisdom teeth were my first surgery, i think? [52] piercing: got my earlobes pierced when i was like, 12? idk i don’t wear them anymore so they’ve all but closed up [53] best friend: this girl on the playground in preschool named asya but after her was this girl named natalie that i was friends with from kindergarten all through junior high. she just got married like, a month ago and i feel old [54] sport: like to actually continue with was soccer - i started at 6 i think [55] vacation: that i remember? disney world b/c my dad had drill down in florida so my parents dragged my sister and i with bc we didn’t have to pay for the hotel lol [56] pair of trainers: wut

RIGHT NOW… [57] eating: nothin [58] drinking: water [59] i’m about to: sleep maybe, hopefully?  [60] listening to: still audiomachine since they just asked this question like 10 questions ago..... [61] waiting for: my anxiety to calm tf down so i can go to sleep [62] want: foooood. i ate dinner really early (5pm) and now it’s 10 hours later so i want food again. [63] get married: -super noncommittal and also confused, disgruntled noises- ?? [64] career: dream career is a zookeeper, honestly. it’s what i’m doing, i’ve worked really hard to get to the place where i am, and i’m happy with it

WHICH IS BETTER… [65] hugs or kisses: hugs [66] lips or eyes: eyes [67] shorter or taller: no preference [68] older or younger: usually i get along better with ppl older than me- all my closest friends are older by 2 years or more except like..... amy [69] romantic or spontaneous: anxiety and spontaneity don’t mix lmao [70] nice arms or nice stomach: either or both or neither is fine idrc [71] sensitive or loud: sensitive [72] hook up or relationship: relationship [73] troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant only bc troublemaker makes me anxious lmao

HAVE YOU EVER… [74] kissed a stranger? nope [75] drank hard liquor? ye i’ve had like. one whole vodka and lemonade in my entire life because i am a raging party animal /sarcasm [76] lost glasses/contact lenses? i lose my contacts in my eyeball sometimes [77] turned someone down? ye kinda. my ~best friends~ have this bad habit of ~falling in love with me~ and then getting pissed when i don’t return the feeling and treating me like crap :))))  [78] sex on first date? nope [79] broken someone’s heart? sure maybe idk. not on purpose. [80] had your own heart broken? no [81] been arrested? nope [82] cried when someone died? i’m a monster and have no feelings so no, not really. i usually go into emotional shock and stop processing everything [83] fallen for a friend: kind of

DO YOU BELIEVE IN… [84] yourself? noooope [85] miracles? listen on friday i catered an event and the idiot who packed it up for us on their shift the day before forgot to put matches in the gathering. and the truck drivers loaded it onto the truck before i could check that everything was there. so we got to the location and couldn’t light the sternos for the hot food but somehow we found a box of matches in the kitchenette we were serving out of so yes i believe in miracles [86] love at first sight? maybe? idk not really i really don’t understand how anyone could love someone without knowing a bunch about them first [87] santa claus? billY AND I SAW SANTA ON OUR WAY UP TO C2E2 ON SUNDAY OKAY HIS CAR WAS RED AND SAID “MY OTHER RIDE IS A SLEIGH” AND HIS LICENSE PLATE SAID KRINGLE AND HE HAD A BIG WHITE BEARD IT WAS AMAZING OKAY. [88] kiss on the first date? maybe for ppl who aren’t like. super anxious about everything all the time [89] angels? no

OTHER… [90] current best friend’s name: marble, emma [91] eye color: teal-gray, which sounds pretentious and White Person af but like..... that’s the best way to describe them [92] favorite movie: i don’t knowwww that’s a hard one ;_; 

[drgoddamndmt]

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THE BACARDI FIVE-HUNDRED by TWP Outline CH 1: Tuesday Night; Chilling w/ the girls & some strange news. A frantic & fulfilling Race Home. CH 2: Thursday Night; Race to score liquor & drugs before pre-game ritual: Bonfire w/ friends. CH 3: Awkward Arrival of a Shorthaired White Girl; Painful dining experience @ Steak n’ Shake in the early AM. Then Home for final preparations. Yakira’s neediness preyed upon… Pack my bags & sleep on the couch… CH 4: Friday Morning Race to Bank & Store after waking up late; Get cleaned up & load the car. Smoke a bowl, have a shot, then hit the road, onto FL-417 North. CH 5: Party On the Road; Maps out, music blasting, blunts, & Bacardi from the canteen. Zach & I each eat one Adderall and two mushroom caps. Good times. Finally enter Daytona. Arrive early @ La Quinta Inn & now we wait. 21st Century Fox is fashionably late & every one wonders what James is doing here… CH 6: Check In & the Nightmare of Parking; Off on foot for quiet, awkward lunch. Weird scenes on the Boardwalk: Doomsday Preachers, hobo street performers, witches. @ Ocean Deck Bar & Grill, some bad vibes, & an acoustic revival. Then back to Hotel. CH 7: Git’ Down; Rolling blunts & mixing drinks, rushing off to ICE machine. Out on balcony, Race to catch the buzz before dusk. Down to pool & hot tub. Swirling whirlpool foursome in Jacuzzi. “Dead Cats, Dead Rats!” Josh takes Meghan to bed. Jackson, James, & Yakira help make sure she’s okay. Me & Zach stay downstairs. What now? Cocaine… CH 8: Neon & Noise; the remaining five of us roam on foot down Main St and Boardwalk theme park district. Go Karts. We race around, but not for very long. Me & Jackson eat some shrooms. Tilt-a-Whirl, then Sling-Shot, & finally photo booth. Singing drinking songs walking back. Waiting @ Domino’s for James’ food, me & her finally get to talk. Having a good time, glad you’re here. Back @ Hotel, more blunts on balcony before Ocelot wants food, TV & sleep. Jackson abides (?!?!?!) & now all beds are occupied. Still wired, what comes next..? CH 9: Night Alive; A messy exit, across street & down block to Yakira’s Corolla. Knew Jackson would snoop thru my bags, so I snuck out drugs & her present. @ Waffle House for another painful dining experience, and some horrible music. Paranoia, angst & hijacking the juke-box. Bad vibes. Madly laughing, “sympathy for the rooster…” Escape. CH 10: Race back to Hotel; Collect liquor & towels. Down to beach. Tequila, & The Black Angels on the dark shore. We split up… Naked run into ocean, cold swim. See something and return, witch going thru my belongings. She says hi. I say hi. In the distance, hear familiar voices & see lights of security carts. The witch was gone. Nervously dressed. Zach & Yakira return. Race back to Hotel… CH 11: Drunk Nostalgia on the Balcony; Three of us reflect on how much we’ve grown up & changed. Talk about the drugs we’ve done, the ones we haven’t & the ones we want to try. Eventually discuss sleeping arrangements & call it a night. Alone on the balcony, I reflect heavily on my journey w/ Jackson & what the future might hold. Heavy thoughts on a heavy night. Hear a party next door or downstairs but don’t care. Lay down w/ pillow & blanket, listening to laughter & sea birds… CH 12: Dreamlike Witch Encounter; Strange girl from beach woke me & invited me to party next door. Inside, there were 100 Corona bottles & a pound of ditch weed. Three other dudes, & the Witch. Balcony, shrooms, coke, weed, beer. Then we find ourselves talking about fulfilling our dreams, & the witch starts asking how willing/ determined we are… She started making strange promises in return for drugs & booze. I never gave her anything. Before dawn, I went over the rails & returned to my own balcony & slept. CH 13: Jackson’s Laughter Woke Me; Stood & saw her in hot tub, pale luscious & GD sexy… I saw James tho & calmed down. “Good morning, Crazy!” She laughed. Changed, grabbed stogies, and joined them. Got to sit alone w/ her half naked in day light hot tub. Shortly followed by Meghan & josh, only 2 minutes alone. I see the dudes from last night staring @ us from their balcony. They wave. I ignore. We all go upstairs to pack. Jackson tells me to clean up balcony, & trash talks. We stare each other down & watch each other’s hearts break. Alone, the dudes ask me what’s up w/ Jackson, & can they get w/ her. Dude, No. She’s my ex, & that’s her baby daddy. Leave her alone. Move cars, load up. Missing gift & key- card scene, was it the witch? EJ tells me don’t worry. Drive confusedly back to boardwalk theme park area. Get turnt & go out… CH 14: Johnny Rock n Roll’s Gift Shop on Main St; lots of amazing sights, beach stuff, Woodstock & Grateful Dead memorabilia. Biker chic, stoner chic, Veteran, Hippie, beatnik chic… Onto Boot Hill Cemetery, & a bad time taking photos, Jackson & James always bickering. Browse thru more gift shops, & I realize James is only here to buy Jackson anything she wants… CH 15: Boardwalk Gauntlet; Sling-shot, liquor, blunt roaches, & tilt a whirl. Philosophies of adrenaline junkies. Split up for taffies, Frisbees, kites & beer. Regroup on beach for full contact free throw Frisbee. Down to the ocean for a quick swim, & a tender moment w/ my woman. After her kite won’t fly, Meghan hears about the go kart track near by, & wants to check it out. CH 16: The Bacardi 500; We bribed some workers @ the track to let us all Race together. It would be three rounds, of five laps each. It was a brutal, unforgiving trial to weed out the worst drivers, & we were all drunk and stoned. Nearly an hour of high speed curving & passing, shit talking screaming, shouting, singing. Hearing anthems like L.A. Woman & Going the Distance in my head… There was no clear winner & the techs had no idea, so it was highly debated, but in the end, I didn’t care. CH 17: Last Look @ the Deep Blue Sea; Another round of drinks, Frisbee, & swimming before the rain clouds form. I finally tell her happy birthday. We head back to the cars… It was time to go. Jackson & her band had more places to stop & things to do before returning to Lake County. The three of us had to get back to Orlando while we still could… We said our good byes & hit the road. We followed her at first, until FL-400, then onto I-4, and finally, FL-417… CH 18: The Stormy Road Home; Still drinking & smoking, Yakira plays some music & suddenly they are venting, talking mad shit about Jackson, her attitude, the way she made everything a downer. I stood up for her but they chewed me out. Heavy music to cope w/ heavy thoughts. Silent breakdown. Finally Zach changes music & everything is better temporarily. We Race Home @ great time, less that an hour. But bad vibes soon return. Arguing & fighting upon return. CH 19: Angry Night Home; I brood & dwell on negative thoughts while Zach & Yakira waste all the hot water. Found the lost q in the backyard & salvaged it. Zach maintained his shitty mood & had to leave for work. Yakira & I went to the gas station & got more beer & cigarettes. Got turnt & made dinner @ the house. Ma came home, & Yakira talked her ear off. Eventually her & I crashed in the living room watching TV & I fell asleep. After two AM Zach came home. They woke me up giggling in the shower & I didn’t go easily back to sleep. CH 20: Sunday, February 19th, Jackson’s 21st Birthday; More ugly bickering w/ Zach. Both of us dope sick, he talks major shit & I break a glass pipe. He threatens to slug me. I punch myself & get a bloody black eye. He leaves w/ Jason to score more weed. Yakira asks if I’m okay, then leaves. Jackson never comes & alone @ the house I reflect heavily on the trip & her scornful words on the balcony. I decide to clean up. Then chill & drink w/ Jorge from work. CH 21: Strange Days; Jackson finally comes on Monday. I take her to get ice cream, then gift her card & an eighth. We talk. Neither of us seem very happy… Don’t hear from her for several days. Back @ the Hardware Store the owners are losing their grip w/ sanity, but I get closer w/ Jordan & Rachael & Shannon. Continue chilling w/ Jorge, Yakira & Yesse P. The next times I hear from Jackson is to buy weed & rush home. Sometimes she brings James, or somebody else… After I angrily speak my mind about it, she stops responding to my calls, texts, or snaps… Temporarily concluded that she hates me & it’s time for me to really move on & let her go. Have the epiphany that happiness comes not from others, but from within myself. EPILOGUE: The Uncertain Future; About a week later, Yakira wanted me & Zach to join her at the fair. We agreed. She came to the house & we chilled. Then she revealed Jackson was coming too. We went in two separate cars & the two of us talked everything out & felt much better. Ate some shrooms @ the carnival & staggered thru the fun house & rode all the attractions. Yakira & Zach got sick after all intense whiplash from the rides. They sat it out while me & Jackson shared a close moment on an incredibly dangerous ride. After everything was over, we had to part ways & go home. She had school & her child. I had work & hustling bags. But as we parted, we did knowing we’d always have each other there, as long as I stayed careful not to fuck it up…

[canaryatlaw]

Well, today wasn't great, probably partially because of the bad mood I've been in for the latter part of the day. Just tired and stressed about going back tomorrow, and just a little fed up with everything at the moment. So I woke up at 8:40 and met up with my two friends from high school for breakfast round 1. It was nice, we talked and caught up, didn't take too long. Drove back home, then went with my brother to meet our cousin (or "cousin" cuz she's not really our cousin) for breakfast round 2, which of course I stayed on the light side of lol. She's pregnant though, 23 weeks along, and I hadn't gotten to see her since she found out so I was happy I could do so. They're not going to find out the gender (which is crazy to me but hey, it's your kid) but I am going to love the crap out of this little boy or girl when they get here and buy them a ridiculous amount of adorable baby clothing because I adore baby clothing. She's having her baby shower in early June, so I'm hoping I can finagle my schedule into being here for it. So that was good. After we finished there I went home and started working the angel food cake I was making to celebrate my birthday tonight after we got back from dinner. Didn't take long of course, then I sat and worked on my appellate brief for a while. I'm up to 3,000 words, which is good, but I still have 2,000 words to go before Friday so I need to keep working on that. Then at some point I watched grey's anatomy with my sister just for kicks and to mostly laugh at how ridiculous it was (or I did, at least). Shortly after that we were supposed to get ready for dinner. We were going to this place two of our former teachers and their son who's a chef started and is this whole fancy thing, pretty cool. I ran around trying to find a shirt that looked okay with the patterned skirt I had (because I swear, everything I own is patterned) but then we headed out. Shortly after getting there I think my mood started to sour. It's just my brothers, they're so fucking annoying. They're not as bad to me as they were when we were younger when they were just being emotionally abusive to me 24/7 for years, they're just God awful people. Like the shit they say I can't even repeat on here because it's so ridiculously terrible and just disgusting and I hate having to sit there and listen to it, and when I even make a passive comment in response it just gets blown up and is that much worse and I'm like so done. It was really getting to me about my dad too because I'm already peeved at him about voting for Trump but they he laughs at and encourages the racist and sexist stuff my brothers say and openly condones it really, which just makes me think he has zero respect for me as a person and I fucking hate that. Ugh. The food was good though, they had a "chef's table" thing going on where the chef set the menu and you got 5 courses. I'm always hesitant about eating at places I've never been to before and I'm not familiar with the food because I never know if I'm going to be able to eat it until it's in my mouth. I told them about my restrictions though and they did a pretty good job with them. After we can home and all hung out for a bit (and I got further pissed overhearing my dad watch Trump being interviewed on Fox News and I said "please turn that crap off" or something like that) and then we did cake. My parents didn't have my present yet (no surprise there, they're not the best with these things haha but I don't hold it against them, it's fine) but my sister got me a very cute pair of earrings from Pandora that I look forward to wearing, so I'm pleased with that. And yeah, shortly after that I came upstairs and started packing (read: throwing all my shit into my bag) and then got ready for bed and now we're here. Mixed feelings on going back, but I'll talk more about that at another time, right now my eyes are really drifting shut and I'd very much like to go to sleep so that's what I'm going to do. Goodnight lovelies. Have a great Sunday.