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[livmightlive]

American Chain Headcanon 😮‍💨

this is stupid 😭

I was laying down, having myself a maladaptive daydream session, and couldn’t get this out of my head

here’s which state I think each member of the chain would be from if they were American

Wind is from Hawai’i and you cannot take that from me. If I were being biased I would say he’s from Oahu, but I could also see him being from Kauai. I just really see him as a town rat though growing up in Honolulu. I just think he’d love screwing around with tourists and sneaking into resort swimming pools

I think Hyrule would be from Alaska. Something to do with the sheer amount of wildlife and surprising rate of violent deaths that occur there resonate. In all realness tho, I think he would grow up on a frontier or homestead of some type. Maybe he would be a reservation kid

Warriors would be from Virginia. I believe he would grow up surrounded by military communities. I think he’d grow up as an Army brat (he’d probably move a lot but Virginia is home base to him). He’d get into West Point and follow his family’s footsteps in the military.

Wild would be from Florida. I don’t really feel like I need to explain this one. He’d go barefoot into the Everglades and mess around with wildlife. He’d love petty crime. 

Legend is a NYC kid but he’s spent every summer of his life visiting family in Boston. He grew up in Queens and has a thick NYC accent. When he comes home from the summer he has a Bostonian accent 😭 he knows the subway like second nature, how to barter, and the best food joints. 

Sky is midwestern I think he’d grow in Minnesota. He’s also got a strong accent. Very well adjusted to the cold. His idea of a salad is probably not your idea of a salad 😬

I think Twilight would be Texan but I’ve seen strong arguments for him being Appalachian and honestly I can’t decide. No… I think he’d grow up in Appalachia. Ugh or maybe he’d grow up in Montana on a ranch there. I can’t decide. Pls help

I think Time would be Californian but he brings it up never 😭 one day somebody asks him where he grew up and he’s just like: Sacramento. The only reason I thought that is bc Sacramento is the city of trees… Time gave me lots of trouble. Another possibility is that he just answers with a different city each time he’s asked. Maybe he’s from Cincinatti 😭 Ohio

Four is so weird. He’s Canadian (ily Canadians). I think he’d be from Montreal but has zero accent. He’s fluent in French.

pls feel free to argue with me or offer your own thoughts

[dabisbratz]

KISS ME THRU THE PHONE — eren jeager x male reader

w.c: ~4.2k

WARNING: dirty talk (a lot of it), degradation, dumbification, camboy!reader, twitch streamer!eren, nerd!eren, parasocial relationships, crossdressing(? reader wears bikini lingerie), amab reader, use of the words ‘pussy’ and ‘cunt’ as synonyms for (ass)hole, fingering, phone/cyber sex, praise, butt plugs, dildos, mutual masturbation

“Fuck,” Eren’s voice crackles loud in your headphones, staticky and grainy as you wriggle the wire until his voice is clear again. It pops in your ears, but you don’t mind, because the next thing you hear is the melodical chime of Eren’s maniacal laughter. He’s streaming a playthrough, about three hours in, and stuck on a certain mission. You can’t help it, his voice is smooth and comforting, like a blanket fresh out the dryer… Even as he yells. It’s easy to imagine how he sounds above you, glasses discarded and his silver chain dangling over your face as you blink away tears. “Fuck! Fuck you! I had it!”

His eyes are a striking type of blue-green; set ablaze by his PC screen and sparkling with shades that remain nameless to this day. His glossy, rosy, lips curl into a frustrated sneer.

It’s not your fault, you ration, failing to wipe away the lewd thoughts somersaulting in your brain. It’s not your fault, the tightening of your pants as you wriggle in bed, laptop illuminating in the dark room. It’s not your fault, the twitch of your dick when Eren’s grainy lips let out an unimpressed grunt. It’s not your fault, the way you’re quick to squeeze the base of your cock in an attempt to satiate the need bubbling in your stomach.

There’s just something different about Eren, something that makes your body tingly and needy.

Okay, maybe it’s your fault.

You inhale sharply, fisting the soft material of your blankets until you glance at the time, digital numbers ticking in the right-hand corner of your laptop screen. Fuck was right, you had your own stream to do and you were running late, too busy focused on the pretty boy reading his chat messages. Heat prickles your neck, the realization of your erection standing strong and determined at mention of the man. You quickly rip the headphones free from your ears, ready to close the tab with an exasperated sigh. At least you didn’t have to pretend to be riled up.

Before you leave, though, you donate a generous amount, giggling to yourself when the streamer pauses to read it aloud, thanking you for the money.

Truthfully, being a camboy was hard work. You had to pick out cute outfits, keep up a cheery voice to satisfy whoever was watching, and… think of something to get you going on the spot. There’s only one thing— one man — occupying your state of mind, making your stomach drop and fill with rocks during normal, mundane tasks.

That stupid, stupid streamer. He’s ruining your career!

Him and his brown tufts of hair that swirl around his head like a makeshift halo, messy and unkempt as if he’d just rolled out of bed to interact with his viewers. His hair that melts like chocolate, warm as it cascades down his cheeks and rests just above his shoulders.

You wish you could see him up close, study the curve of his lips as they pull into a mischievous smirk, watch the way his emerald irises turn into bottomless pools of rich, deep sacramento. With gangly limbs and unruly hair, fingers tousled between chestnut bundles as he groans in reaction to your terrible joke, responding with the energy only an animation could portray.

You wonder what he’s like at home, just as Eren. The nerd, the nobody, the offline ‘soulmate’ to many— his chat was living, breathing evidence. Is he just as funny? Does his voice crack when he speaks, or does he make that up too? You stare into your reflection, pulling at the skin of your cheeks in an attempt to free yourself from his digital grasp. The distorted image of Eren stares back at you, castleton eyes wide and prominent, twinkling at you like he wants to reel you in. You try to ignore it, the tugging feeling in your chest that mocks you endlessly. At the end of the day, you’re just a fan.

Shit, you’re late.

You can’t help but pout, jutting out your bottom lip, shiny and plump as you rearrange your tripod in the direction of your bed. Flopping back onto the pillowy mattress with a quiet ‘humph!’, you shimmy out of your clothes to retrieve new, cuter ones, settling for striped (blue and white) panties that were much too small for practicality and a thinly veiled, matching bikini.

The straps are silky against your skin, hugging your shoulders until the fabric dips between the middle of your chest, divided and exposed, with a cute, white bow barely bigger than the pad of your thumb to hold it together.

You look pretty. Angelic, even.

‘AngelzConnect: bunnyboo is live..! Tap in 2 spread ur wingz!’

Eren squints his eyes, vision darting to the notification on his phone. He’s almost four hours into his own stream, and honestly… He could use some time to himself. His skin ends up flushed, a blotchy shade of pink that clashes with the rest of his face.

“Look, guys,” He starts, tired fingers already maneuvering his mouse to click the “end livestream” button. His tone falls flat, thick with fatigue as chat flies by, understanding the tone almost instantly. “It’s getting late… I gotta go!”

“Hi, guys!”

You wave to the camera, apples of your cheeks fattening as you smile, bright and warm. Enough to supply an entire solar system. Your boyish face relaxes, softening as you lean forward to read the influx of messages sprinting across the screen of your old laptop. The catchlights make your eyes look wobbly, bright and doe-eyed as you respond to a few questions, readjusting your spot in bed out of a nervous habit.

You look so sweet in your revealing outfit, arms flexing as you make hand gestures while you speak. Eren wonders how you keep your hands so soft, clearly flawless and callous-free.

With his PC screen large and high quality, he can take in your every detail. An excited tremor racks Eren’s body, forcing blood flow straight to his groin. The upward angle makes shadows meet to frame you perfectly, a realistic display of standing above someone while they sit at your knees. The curve of your face, the slope of Adam's apple, the dips and bends of your silhouette as you shuffle in bed, shy.

He can see an array of pillows behind you, soft and plush as they’re propped up against your headboard. You also have an arrangement of toys places biggest to smallest, beside you. They’re just as cute as you, decorated and sparkly in the camera. His heart stutters in his chest, loud in his ears as he audibly gulps.

“How was your day?” You speak like it’s natural, as if you’re talking to every viewer personally. Like you genuinely mean it. Like you’re talking to Eren himself. He sighs, heavy and hot as he shuffles to pull his cock out the confines of his black sweatpants.

Your thumbs loop around the white spaghetti straps of the bikini until the fabric stretches and snaps, landing against the soft skin of your chest. Your whine is breathy, barely audible as you push yourself back, sure to get the rest of your body in frame. You can’t exactly imagine how you look right now, spreading your thighs as you sit on your knees, staring into a camera with pleading eyes. But you feel good about it, fluttering your lashes as your computer chimes with donations.

You’ve hit your first goal, which earns an excitable laugh that Eren can’t help but coo at. Your eyes curve and crinkle, a sweet smile that’s all teeth and glossy lips. He watches you reach for the glass dildo beside you, moderately sized and gleaming under the soft ring-light that traces your body off camera.

He watches you trace its edges with your fingertips, pretty eyes scanning the chat as users tell you (in great detail) what they’d like you to do with it. Call him parasocial if you must, but it makes Eren’s blood boil. His fit doesn’t last long, because the next thing he knows, you’re suckling on the glass, pink tongue circling what would be the head of a cock had it not been fake.

Eren doesn’t miss a beat, spitting a thick glob of spit into his palm to start at his head, inching his hand further and further down until he’s palming his balls. He’d like to imagine the dildo is his dick, thick and veiny as he pushes it into the aching insides of your throat, feeling it contract and convulsive around him. Oh, fuck.

“In n’ outta that fuckin’ throat… let me use it…” He groans, just a low whisper to himself as he watches your eyes glaze over with tears. “Fuuuck, let me use it while you sit there n’ take it for me.”

You sputter around it, loud and pathetic as your eyebrows knit together. It’s obvious you’re trying to deepthroat it first try, your tongue rolled out of your mouth as drool slides down your chin and into your lap. Your skin is slick and wet, shining in the camera.

“Damn,” Eren gasps, the sound caught and strangled in his throat as he spits down on his cock again, imagining it as your drool. There’s something charming about it, the way you gag and choke, just to blink harshly and try all over again. “Bet you crave it.”

“Gonna be my good boy..?” Eyes glued to the screen, Eren watches you turn to the side, showing off just how deep you can take the makeshift dick. It bulges in your throat, the pretty area stretched out and swollen with the more cock it takes. Your eyes flutter shut, handsome face relaxing as you concentrate on burying it to the hilt, back arched. “Knew you could do it. Mmh, good b—oy.”

He sighs, shaky and tilting into a desperate whine. His heart is stuck in his ears, beating loud as he pumps his cock with more vigor, pressing his thumb into the underside of the pink head, massaging the beading precum into his shaft.

You’ve moved to expose your lower half, slowly inching the striped underwear until you’ve exposed your winking hole to the camera, pretty cock dangling just below frame. Even after all this streaming, you still never got ahold of the framework. Cute. But you’re not empty, whining as you press a cute, bunny-tailed, glass plug into your hole, whimpering loud enough to have Eren’s cock leaping.

His climax is approaching embarrassingly fast, but Eren feels the urge to hold on gripping the base of his cock so he can direct his attention to the ‘donate’ button. He wants to save his cum for you, keep himself pent up so he’ll have plenty to shoot deep inside you.

Your dick weeps, a thin trail of precum connecting itself to the panties around your thighs, and the bashful look you gift to the camera has Eren re-entering his credit card information ten times over.

“Oh my God!” You shriek, voice shrill and surprised as you stumble over your own limbs, tears and drool still running down your face. “Holy… Thank you! Wait, hold on—”

There’s visible embarrassment on your face, eyes wide and mannerisms frantic as you click around, apologizing under your breath. You can barely read the chat, viewers either complaining about being unable to top the donation or claiming it’s a scam.

“Is this.. Are you real, jeagerbomb?” Your eyes scan the donation over and over, pretty and still hazy from your earlier display. The username ticks in the back of your head like a clock, continuous and gnawing as you try to shake the thought. The thought of Eren— your Eren, watching your streams. “I can’t accept this!”

‘im real.’ Eren types, one handed. It’d be awfully embarrassing if he’d just paid to video chat with you for no reason— your acknowledgment almost has him blowing his load over your pixelated face.

‘and you will.’

Your jaw goes slack, lips forming a wide ‘o’ in response to the question. He’d paid the maximum amount, bought a private session with you. Paid to be your ‘Daddy’ for the night.

You’re much more shy one-on-one. It’s the first thing Eren notices. Your demeanor has completely changed, a little less confident and saccharine, much more shy and hesitant. Still, you look like the perfect pornstar, the cutest display of a boy who’d be plastered under a sketchy hentai site. He supposes your coyness adds to it, your shaky hands nervously playing with the strap of your underwear.

Stained with a wet patch of precum that has yet to dry, and he watches you cuddle a pillow, big and distorted as you hug it to your chest. You’re shifting your weight, sinking into the mattress and looking a lot more vulnerable than he expected. Still, you nervously laugh, a small giggle of a thing that has Eren’s lungs filling with water.

Before you’d started to chat, Eren made sure to fix his hair and straighten out his sorry excuse of facial hair. He’d even kept his contacts in, hair tied back so none of his hair could obstruct his vision. He wants to burn

“Hi, jeagerbomb,” Hearing it come from your lips never gets old, and Eren finds himself once again squeezing the base of his cock. He’s glad you have yet to see below his belt, your eyes squinting into crescents as you take in his familiar background and steady the curve of his lips. His camera cuts just above his top lip, but you can still see the memorabilia in his room. Dedicated to Marvel comics and anime characters, it’s charming, a shelf holding up figurines from some of your fondest videogames. “Is there something else I should… Call you? Or.. Or is Daddy okay?”

Butterflies flutter in your stomach. He reminds you so much of Eren, and the username certainly isn’t helping.

His frame looks comforting, a large t-shirt draping his body as he lifts his hips, careful not to expose himself. As he lifts himself up with his forearms you notice the veins in his arms, snaking up his wrists and disappearing into his large, skinny hands. He has a few tattoos littered across his knuckles, a cursive ‘Carla’ cascading up his ring-finger. Just below the area that disappears beneath the shadow of his dark t-shirt’s sleeve, there’s a bird tattoo, flapping its wings oddly and fitting for the stranger. Funny, your favorite streamer has that, too.

Wait. . .

“Eren,” He breathes, and your world crumbles. “I’m Eren.”

His voice tilts, breathy and hitched. You’ve dreamed of moments like this, of hearing his voice in your ears while he spreads your legs, sinking deep inside your velvety walls with the click of his hips. It’s nothing compared to the real thing.

“Eren,” You purr, sweet and gentle as you smile at him through the camera. “Thank you for the donation, Eren.”

It’s only a matter of time before lust catches up to you, grabbing you by the throat as you watch Eren’s pretty hands in motion. Every noise he makes is audible, the small pants and sighs when you say his name, the ruffle of fabric when he has to grip his cock to stop himself from cumming early. It was innocent at first, a sweet talk that had the two of you bouncing back witty quips and flirtatious glances.

There’s a bite to your lip, heat flaring in your tummy as you open the chat box.

‘You look pretty.’ Was he too nervous to say it aloud?

“Thank you!” Your grin spreads, body lighting up from the praise.

“My bad, I’ve never…” His mouth opens and closes, like a fish out of water, as he scrambles to rearrange his words. He is not a pent up virgin. You’re so used to hearing him yell, his natural speaking voice sounds much more relaxed.

“I’ve never done this before. I jerk off to you all the time, just never, you know… With you.”

You nod, clear as day on his large screen as you shyly trace stars on the exposed skin of your thigh. Eren looks like he regrets telling you that, hands curled up into fists before releasing, again and again. But you can feel the tension, thick and palpable even through computer screens. So you swallow down your nervousness, your fear of embarrassing yourself in front of your favorite streamer, and wave away his stubborn outlook.

“We can guide each other! Mhm?”

“Wanna give you sweet kisses… all around your hole… run my tongue down it…my…warm, fuck, wet tongue…” Guide you, he does, and you can’t take it, a moan flowing from your mouth as your fingers melt into your sopping entrance, lube spilling onto your thighs as you work it inside, slippery and wet. “Bet you taste perfect.”

Eren’s rambling to himself now, legs spread wide and in-frame as he twists his fist around his fat cock and spits down onto it.

“Bet my boy’s hole tastes so fuckin’ good.” He reiterates. Shaking his head, unsteady groans float into the air as he watches you finger yourself, hole opening and closing over the digits like it’s too shy to fully present itself. Your eyes are heavy, legs kicked up into the air as you keep yourself as open as possible, holding onto the back of your knees so Eren can clearly see inside of you.

“Please, mhmm, Rennie...” You whimper, and Eren swears he blacks out. You’re not entirely sure what you’re begging for. It’s the implication because you being his. His boy. His to fuck, his to use, his to hold. So, what is it? His presence? His dick? His hands? His cum? Whatever it is, he wants more. And he wants to give it to you, fast and deep and ruthless.

There’s something about your eyes, the way they stay in contact with Eren’s cock as he gently squeezes his balls and bucks up into the air with increasing desperation.

“Yeah, look up at me while I spit on my cock,” Hes breathless, lowering his face into frame and gathering saliva in his mouth. This spit should be yours.“You like that? Such a good boy for me.. so pretty.”

You nod profusely, though he’s not sure if it’s because you like the nicknames or if you’re answering his question. But it’s good enough for him, watching your head bob eagerly as you fuck yourself on your fingers, lube occasionally squelching and shooting straight into the camera.

“That’s it, pretend like you’re fucking my cock.” His pupils are blown wide, lips parted as he watches you scramble for the dildo beside you, patting your hand against the arrangement of toys until you’ve found the one you like. The glitter is green, this time, and the toy has a slight curve to it. It’s thick, too, and he can’t wait to see it splitting your pretty hole open.

“Re— Rennie, can I.. Want you here.” He watches your fingers slip out, slick and sticky as you spread yourself open. Your gooey hole throbs against your fingertips, achy and needy as you struggle to see past your balls. You press a small tap to your gaping entrance, puffy and empty as you whine and beg for something to fill it back up. “Want you in here.”

“Yeah, pretty boy, you have permission,” He twists your words back to you, punching you right in the gut as your eyes roll back and your brain short circuits. You have his permission. “Get my cock wet for me.”

His cock. You’re quick to nod, squirting more lube onto the toy with something a little more pitiful than grace. A little more desperate. But Eren doesn’t seem to mind, instead lifting the hem of his shirt to pin the fabric down with his chin, dick fully exposed and pulsing on camera. He’s waiting.

“Ohh, ‘Ren,” You mewl, your rim expanding around the glass toy as it slides inside, pushing past the band of your puffy hole and sliding obscenely from the lube. Your eyes burn with unshed tears, wrists working to push it deeper and deeper, aiming for that spot that’ll have you seeing stars. “You’re… inside…”

“Keep takin’ it for me. That’s it, let your brain go empty,” He groans, swiftly reaching to the side to grab a toy for himself. Under different circumstances you’d laugh at the implication of Eren streaming to a huge audience with a fleshlight just beside him and out of frame, but this time it makes you moan. “Don’t have to think, just go dumb on this cock.”

You admit it. It feels better to think with your dick, tears spilling from your eyes as you fuck yourself like a whore, whimpering and moaning around the glass. It should be Eren, warm and wet and real. You should be able to feel him pulsate inside you, burying himself against your prostate until you’re babbling on his dick, holding onto him for dear life while he desperately ruts into you

“Feel how hard I am inside of you? Feels so fuckin’ good, pretty baby. Just hold on.”

You look pathetic, spread open with drool painting your face as you moan on his cock, quickly timing your thrusts with each rapid stroke of your cock, loud and messy and so fucking greedy.

“Pound that hole for me… There you go.. You look so good like this.” Eren can’t wait to shoot his load, watch the thick ropes shoot around his fist and hopefully onto your face, he can’t wait to hear you thank him for his cum. It’s all for you, after all.

You’ve always made the prettiest noises, high in your throat and whiny. Your voice comes out in tiny squeaks, barely comprehensible as you gurgle on your own drool and keep your cheeks spread. Jesus wept, he wished he could hold you open with his own hands.

“Stro— Stroke that cock with that pretty fuckin’ hole.”

Eren can feel himself getting closer, the sight of your eyes rolled back and blank while you fuck yourself into oblivion, helpless and frenzied. You can’t look at him, not when your brain is derailed and hijacked by the thickness of Eren’s dick.

“F—aster? Oh, fuck, go dumb on my cock.” The brunette’s voice cracks, cute and high as he struggles to keep his eyes open, thighs trembling and burning. “Keep moaning for me, keep pounding that pussy, s’all your little whore brain can tell you to do, huh? You got it.”

“Uh huh, uh— Rennie! M’gonna cum, wanna cum on your cock! Ican’tIcan’tIcan’t!”

“Gonna take care of you, gonna make you feel good.” His fist and just as sloppy as your hole, arm tensed up and tight as he cums with a gasp. Thick, milky ropes of cum spurt from his cock, dribbling down the crown and painting itself on his PC screen. “Just keep listening to that cunt, s’telling you to keep pounding, don’t stop.”

“I can’t.” You sniffle, overstimulated and sensitive as the glass cock shifts inside you. Your voice comes out wet and staticky, but despite the shakes of your head, you’re grabbing the toy again, and slowly pushing back in and out.

“I know, baby,” Eren’s voice comes out soft and quiet, barely audible as he tugs his cock tantalizingly slow. You can see him growing softer in his hand, so he must be riding the wave of an afterglow. “Not gonna hurt you, just milk my cock for me.”

It’s weird. You’re fully capable of pulling yourself free from the searing hot grasp of overstimulation, you could easily pull the toy out and end it there. But you feel the desire to please, the need to listen to Eren’s calm voice as he catches his breath.

So you listen, rocking your hips back and forth with tiny moans that clash perfectly with Eren’s labored breaths, until you’re both soft and melting into your collective seats.

“See? So fuckin’ perfect..” Eren grins with a breathless laugh, the clarity of what he’s just done hitting him like a pickup truck. Heavy shades of pink dust his cheeks, pooling at his ears as he averts his intense gaze.

You look cute even like this, fucked out with a head full of cotton as you aimlessly wipe your face with the backs of your hand. Your underwear is haphazardly pulled back up to your hips, and there’s an obvious cum stain on the matching top. You don’t seem to mind all that much, a sleepy murmur erupting from your throat as you try your best to direct your attention to Eren, who you expected to be gone.

“ ‘Ren?” You ask, reverting back to that sweet shyness from earlier. Your handsome face contorts into something of uncertainty, but he’s not sure what you have to be nervous about.

“Yeah?”

“Could we.. Stay ‘nd videochat ‘til my laptop dies?” There’s a beat of silence, no longer than twenty seconds, but it has backtracking apologies ready to spill over.

“Yeah,” There’s a giddy glint in his eyes, bright and familiar— like he’d just received a successful hype-train. That’s the Eren you recognize, all smirks and knowing eyes. “Y’know, I stream sometimes too. We should collab sometime.”

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Thanks to Curieously for this wonderful 1928 pink house in Sacramento, California. The owner spent 3 yrs. restoring it and I'm so impressed, b/c the interior is actually pink, too. 4bds, 5.5ba, $2.795M.

It's a very soft, peachy pink blended with a sponge technique, so it's not a strong, overpowering, solid sheet of color.

The tiles and plaster walls give it a California hacienda look.

In the living room are beautiful beams and a fireplace with contrasting tiles in green & gold.

The family room has a TV area and a game table in the corner.

3 doors in the dining room open to the garden.

The kitchen's a large square space and has the typically tiled counters that hacienda style has. The stove is professional quality and is set into a wonderful niche that simulates an old cooking fireplace.

Alongside the kitchen there's a smaller dining area for everyday. A door opens to a patio.

The half bath was remodeled with a softly understated green tile.

Beautiful balusters and an antler chandelier at the top of the stairs.

There are 3 suites with baths. This one is the primary. Look at how the tiles curve around the column.

The bath is enormous.

There's even a nook with a built-in vanity.

Suite #2 is spacious and opens to a terrace. It has a smaller bath done in a nice pink and green.

Suite #3 also opens to a terrace and has a larger bath also in pink and green tiles.

Isn't the terrace lovely?

Beautiful big patio with a pergola.

The pool is wonderful.

And, the grounds are stunning.

Across the courtyard there's a great guest house. What guest wouldn't want to stay here?

The stunning home has stunning grounds as well. 1.45 acres.

https://www.realtor.com/realestateandhomes-detail/3011-Morse-Ave_Sacramento_CA_95821_M10278-80464

[storiesofsvu]

A Dangerous Game Ch 12

Emily Prentiss x reader Warnings: language, alcohol, mentions of smut.

I promise y'all I AM putting the read more's in, this hellsite is glitching still...

While Sacramento had once been on your list of travel destinations, you hadn’t wanted to be exploring the city’s streets solving a string of murders.

The upside: the team had taken down the unsub in a matter of days meaning you’d make it back home for the weekend.

The downside: the jet was being serviced and wasn’t available until late Friday morning and you were stuck another night.

Everyone had split off but with a little bit more energy left you and Morgan found the closest dive bar to the hotel with a pool table and cheap beer, alternating between who was paying. You’d just missed your third shot in a row, letting out an annoyed huff before swiping your beer off the side of the table and chugging half of it back.

“You’re off your game Wilson.” Morgan teased, easily sinking his shot, “ya pent up or something?”

“Oh I’m sorry did you already forget about the fact that you booted me in the ribs earlier today?”

“I was aiming for the unsub!”

“Well your aim sucks. And you should be picking up the entire tab tonight.” You scowled in his direction until he finally missed a shot.

“Tell me something, why’re you so grumpy? Weren’t you the one complaining about being stuck in DC? We’re in sunny California and you’re frowning. Or is this about your so called enrichment time?” He waggled his brows in your direction and you scoffed with a roll of your eyes.

“I get plenty of enrichment time.” You stated, stepping up to the table to unfortunately miss yet another shot. Your words were true, it was just that this week Emily was stuck back in the office with extra administrative duties. There was no point in Vegas being a thing if she wasn’t in the field with you.

“Yeah? What’s her name?” Derek grinned.

“Your mom.”

“Very funny Wilson.” He shook his head for a laugh, “and I’m serious, you need to get out more.” Extending the pool cue he went to prod at your ribs and you let out a shriek before he sheepishly backed off with an apology, having already forgotten again.

“I get out perfectly fine.”

“Yeah, coffee with Garcia, farmers market with Prentiss, babysitting for JJ and third wheeling my dates. How many phone numbers did you get that week?”

“Nine.”

“And how many have you called?”

“One.” You half confidentially replied, hoping he would drop it.

“Savannah doesn’t count.” He chuckled and a puff of air blew through your lips as you dropped against a chair behind you. “C’mon, I know a perfectly pretty girl who’d love to go to dinner with you.”

“Oh Derek… please… no.” You eyes widened slightly, shaking your head and he chuckled, pulling out his phone and firing off a couple of texts.

“Tomorrow’s Friday, you always say all you do Friday nights is take out and tv.”

‘And Emily.’ You thought, glancing away as you tugged your lower lip into your mouth. Your moment of distraction had Derek thinking you were considering it, clapping you on the shoulder when his phone pinged.

“Perfect! Look, six thirty at Monocle!”

“Ugghh!” Groaning you pushed off the chair, grabbing his arm to drag him off to the bar, “you’re buying me tequila shots.”

*

Back in DC Emily was working late, which honestly she wasn’t surprised at, extra admin duty plus signing off on any paperwork from the Sacramento case the team had sent over already. Not to mention she wanted to get it all done by the end of day tomorrow, to not have to drag it into her weekend, she had plans.

Since the floor was basically empty and she was in the privacy of her own office she figured she’d get comfortable, her blazer was tossed over the back of a spare chair, her sleeves rolled up and a couple extra buttons of her shirt undone. She’d also pulled her hair up and if you asked her what was in her coffee mug she’d be lying when she told you it was coffee. With a soft sigh, she scribbled a signature onto the last page of the case papers and went to flip the file closed when a loose piece of paper from the back went rogue, shooting across her desk. Picking it up her brow furrowed, quickly reaching out to her phone, swiping up to your contact.

‘Why is there an incident report on my desk?’

It took a couple of minutes, she glanced at the time to do the quick math in her head as she tried to figure out what time it was in California and finally her phone buzzed.

‘Cause Morgan doesn’t know how to aim his kicks.’

‘Where’d he get you?’

‘Ribs.’

‘Please tell me it was your good side…’

‘Oh but that would mean luck was in my favour.’

‘You okay?’

‘EMT’s did a check, should be bruised but fine, just wanted to cover all my bases in case something flairs up.’

‘He better be sucking up.’

‘He’s currently kicking my ass at pool.’

‘Dick. Tell him he should be letting you win.’

‘He can pay my tab. I really just want to get home. It’s weird without you here.’

Her lips curved up into a grin and she felt her entire body relax at the unwritten words in your sentiment and that you were un injured enough to be out and not curled up with an ice pack. Her mind began to wander, wondering if maybe this weekend you could go out rather than do the usual take out, she’d just opened a browser on her phone to look up fancy at home date night meals, her mind still full of images of you when her ears picked up the sound of high heels approaching her office.

“Hey.” Penelope greeted and Emily glanced up, shooting her a grin, “am I interrupting?”

“No.” She shook her head, locking her phone and dropping it onto her desk, “what’re you still doing here?”

“Lost track of time going through the unsub’s hard drive and then I noticed you were still here and I knew you weren’t going anywhere anytime soon, so…” She held up the bag of take out, “figured I’d order for two.”

“You’re an angel Garcia.”

“Oh I know.” With a proud smile she moved through the room while Emily cleared off her desk so she could unpack dinner. “Also I won’t tell if you won’t.” She pulled down the side of the bag to reveal a bottle of wine and Emily chuckled.

“Way ahead of you.” She gestured to her coffee cup, earning a laugh from the other woman. A comfortable small talk over took the office as they began to dig into dinner, little bits of playing catch up and almost gossiping about the team and most recent case.

“You have plans this weekend?” Penelope asked and Emily nearly groaned.

“I dunno…. I mean I’m still trying to decide between home cooked, take out or going on for dinner tomorrow. It’s not like it’s hard!”

“Well if you’re cooking, make sure you’ve got everything in your fridge already, cause you’re not gonna want to stop after work tomorrow to pick things up. I’d go take out, privacy of your own apartment but quality food you don’t have to worry about cooking and both of you can choose exactly what you want.”

“What’d you mean both? I don’t let Sergio order himself a human dinner.”

“You think I didn’t see you smiling like an idiot at your phone when I walked in? Not to mention you haven’t been in the field all week so I know the bruise on your tit isn’t from a punch.” Emily gasped, her hand shooting to clutch the sides of her shirt together, attempting to do up a button with one hand while Garcia chuckled, “and actually, now that your hair’s up I can see the fading one behind your ear. I’d place money down on the bet that there’s at least one on your inner thigh too.” She smirked and Emily blushed a deep shade because there certainly was one on her thigh, and it wasn’t exactly fading yet despite being a week old.

“Thought you weren’t a profiler.” She grumbled, finally admitting defeat and using two hands to redo the button.

“I’m not but I’m surrounded by them all the time, and because I’m not you guys have a tendency to let your guard down a little bit when it’s just little old me. So… who is she?”

Emily sighed, letting out a small groan but when she looked over at Garcia she saw her eyes full of hope and excitement, a warm smile on her cheeks. The girl loved love, and loved seeing her friends happy even more than that, she just wanted to be supporting, an ear to listen so Emily shook her head with a grin on her lips.

“Girl I met at a bar a few months back.” It wasn’t a lie, so why did she feel so flustered about the entire thing?

“You take her home that night or wait til the third date?” Penelope asked with a grin and she laughed.

“Technically we didn’t make it out of the bar…”

“Oho… you’re naughty.” She giggled over a bite of food, “so how long have you been together then?”

“Oh! We’re not— it’s not— uh… no.” She fumbled, “just sex, strictly sex.”

“Must be good then. Because you have been like, blissfully fucked recently.”

“Penelope!”

“You sure it’s just sex? That’s how all these things start off…”

“Yes.” Emily laughed, doing her best now to keep her guard up.

“How often do you two see each other?”

‘Oh only Monday to Friday nine to five not counting trips out of state, Saturday afternoons together and countless hours in the bedroom each week.’

“Once a week…” Emily strained, “dinner, drinks, you know… we usually grab take out, watch a movie or something.”

“And you like her…”

“Well obviously!” She chuckled once again, “it’s not like I’m going to let someone I hate into my apartment. And before we play twenty questions, she’s nice, sweet, gorgeous, a great cook with even better choices of take out, I’m pretty sure she’s Sergio’s favourite person—”

“Sounds like she’s your favourite person too.”

“I—” Emily bit at her thumb, if she admitted it to someone else it meant admitting it to herself and she wasn’t sure if she was ready for that yet, “she could never replace you Pen.”

“While I appreciate the sentiment I highly doubt you right now Agent Prentiss.”

***

Emily had managed to duck into the break room right in time to find you on your own, rinsing out a Tupperware container from lunch.

“Hey, glad I caught you.”

“Did I miss some paperwork?”

“No.” She laughed softly, “I know it’s your turn to buy tonight but I’m stuck in a craving of either Thai or Indian, what’d you think?” Her smile faltered on her cheeks at the way your eyes widened.

“Oh fuck me…” you muttered, “I totally forgot to tell you, I can’t tonight, I’ve got a… thing, tomorrow maybe?”

“A thing?” She raised a brow and you groaned, wincing when you spoke.

“Morgan set me up on a blind date…”

“That’s his way of making up for kicking you in the ribs? Good luck.” She teased and right as you opened your mouth to reply Spencer rounded the corner, greeting both of you before turning to Emily and beginning to ramble off about a theory for a case leaving you to freely slip out of the room.

*

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been on a date, or at least an actual date. After Skylar there had been a couple of girls here and there in Jacksonville but nothing ever stuck, nothing was ever meaningful or substantial enough to bother continuing on. You found yourself digging through your closet for almost an hour before you finally found clothes that were appropriate to wear. At the very least, Derek had given Maya your number and you’d been able to hash out the details for tonight and exchange pictures so you weren’t going in blind.

Monocle was by far fancier than what you’d expected, it was lavish, five star rating, and the prices on the menu were far beyond what you would normally be willing to pay. You couldn’t help but let out a tiny sigh, if tonight went well, if Maya seemed to be worth the effort, would you really have to be getting all dolled up for too fancy places for weeks on end? You already missed take out on Emily’s couch in sweatpants where you didn’t have to care about what you looked like, where you were completely comfortable with each other already. You knew each other’s history, flaws, favourite shows, preferred drinks, you didn’t have to sit through this boring awkward small talk over drinks. Entrée’s had been ordered, Maya had started on the appetizer while you chose to just continue to pick at the bread basket, doing your best to contribute to the conversation.

If she had asked, you would’ve lied, but you were a hundred percent profiling her right now. She was nice enough, she’d already insisted she would take care of the bill, her dress was well fitted, a high end brand, same with the jewelry, she held herself with confidence, almost too much though. She could hold a good conversation, but it was almost stale, like she was only spewing off things she knew would be impressive, things to show off with, there was no full bellied laughter, no smiles that crinkled her eyes, smirks as she teased you with a glimmer in her eye. At first you thought she was just lacking personality, and then it dawned on you.

No matter how hard she tried, she would always be lacking something.

She wasn’t Emily….

*

Emily thought that maybe a free Friday night would be a good thing, a nice chance to relax by herself, do some self care, have a nice meal. Instead she was reminded as soon as she got home about Garcia’s comment, there certainly wasn’t anything in the fridge she wanted. She didn’t have it in her to try and choose where to order from so she tossed a frozen ravioli into the microwave for dinner, pouring herself a hefty glass of wine. She settled at the kitchen island, blowing on the pasta in an attempt to cool it down when Sergio jumped up on the counter.

“I already fed you.” She grumbled but did give him a scratch behind the ears and he sat down on the counter, looking between her and the empty spot across from her before he let out a particularly loud meow. “What?” She laughed over a bite.

“Mrroooww.” He looked again toward your spot at the island and she huffed.

“Relax buddy, she’s not coming tonight.”

“Mow?” His head tilted.

“I know, it sucks.” She sighed once again, she knew there was a chance you’d gone on the date just to get Morgan to shut up, but something was still irking her, she was so used to having your company on Fridays. It helped the entire wind down for the week, not having to do it alone, not to mention it was your turn to pay this week.

“Meoow?” Sergio plopped down onto his side, baring his stomach as if he was demonstrating exactly why you should be there instead.

“I dunno, she’s out with someone.”

He let out an almost annoyed purr, rolling back onto his stomach as he glanced between the two sides of the island, meowing in Emily’s direction.

“Stop asking me questions I don’t know the answer to!” She mumbled, taking another bite of food.

This time Sergio got up, wandering over to her with an extra loud meow before he head butted her chin.

“Oof, jeeze bud.” She began to scratch at his head as he continued to yell “I know, I know, it’s not fair, she should be here. Friday’s are our days.”

And there it was, she had basically said it out loud.

“Fuck…” she muttered, Sergio mewling up at her once again, glancing between her and the ravioli she wasn’t eating. “You really want this? It’s disgusting…”

“Mow.” He nearly nodded and with an eye roll she slid the container in his direction.

*

You had your phone on the table just in case something happened, but to be polite you’d stashed it underneath your napkin. When you picked that up to wipe off your hand your eyes darted toward the screen, the only reason it was alit was the brief touch from the back of your hand, nothing was going on. Maya let out a little chuckle,

“Everything alright over there?”

“Yeah.” You mumbled, eyes still on the screen almost trying to manifest a message popping up when you realized you didn’t actually need a real message and picked up the device, “but, work…” you feigned a wince, “never ends.”

“Must be nice.”

“What?”

“Having a guaranteed get out of jail free card.” She stated with an amused grin, folding her hands under her chin.

“You’ve lost me.”

“With a job like yours, you can use it as an excuse to get out of basically anything you don’t want to be doing. You’re seeing someone, I get it.”

“No! I— that’s not, I’m just distracted tonight.”

“Because you’ve been thinking about her since you walked in the door.” She stated plainly, surveying you for a moment, “let me guess… it’s been going on for a while but you both insist it’s only casual, nothing serious, maybe even secretive. But now that you’re out with me on an actual date you’re realizing that you’re wishing it was her on this side of the table instead of me?”

You paused for a moment, your brow furrowing in her direction across the table, “I thought I was supposed to be the profiler…”

“The psychiatry degree comes in handy once in a while.” She shrugged, flagging down the server as they walked passed, asking for a couple of take out containers, “take your food to go, enjoy what’s left of your night.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” She smiled softly, “no point in wasting time, right?”

“I’m so sorry…”

“Don’t worry about it.”

*

Emily, completely unable to stop thinking about the fact that you were out on a date with someone else, that there was a chance you were going to spend the night with them, had decided to start deep cleaning her apartment in a feeble attempt to distract herself.

Rock music played through the apartment, a little louder than she would normally have it, trying to drown out her thoughts as she went. She’d finished the kitchen, clearing out the fridge and freezer, already having taken out a couple loads of garbage. Now that she was into the living room Sergio seemed to want to help, continually jumping up onto whatever surface she was trying to polish no matter how many times she dropped him back to the floor. Clearly she wasn’t the only one affected by your absence tonight. She sprayed the tv with Windex as Serg began to slink between the picture frames and artificial plants on the television stand, meowing and purring as he went. He reached the end, turning around to do it again and gave a little extra sway of his back leg, effectively kicking off one of the plants and sent it to the floor where it shattered.

“Sergio!” Emily yelped, scolding him again before she scooped him up to lock him in the bedroom while she cleaned it up to make sure he didn’t step in any broken ceramic.

Letting out a weary sigh she grabbed the broom and dustpan, starting to sweep up the dirt and little pieces, she was sure she was just sweeping dirt and faux leaves when something clinked against the metal dustpan and her brow furrowed. She tilted the dustpan a bit, shifting the dirt and a piece of silver buried amongst the black caught the light in the room, glinting right back at her. Her body shifted into high alert, her heart jumping in her chest as she shifted it again, metal glittering back at her and she was thoughtful enough to keep her mouth shut. Squatting down her fingers shifted through the dirt until she managed to pick it out and her suspicion was confirmed.

It was an audio bug. Someone had been in her apartment, more importantly, someone had been listening in to everything that had been going on in her apartment. Letting out an internal swear she suddenly remembered the night at Rossi’s when she’d found her window cracked open. Whoever had planted the bug had been listening in for months. She practically jumped out of her skin when her phone rang, ringtone blaring through the apartment effectively stopping the music and she dropped the bug back into the pile of dirt.

“Hello?”

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[allthingsfern]

I want to thank all of you who read my posts and look at my photos, who also had me in your thoughts, and especially:

@themazette

@matthewschiavello

@ksjanes

@nh-art

@photoshamanism

@bwwhitney

@mostlythemarsh

@uwhe-arts

@sharonbphotos

@pointandshooter

@stephiramona

@coloradoprairie

The photo I took right after the surgery. I am also grateful to my ophthalmologist, who is great about explaining everything (and being succinct) and has a great sense of humor. Actually, after the surgery he came by and we started talking about his playlist during surgery (country western). We both agreed about some of the old great and I suggested he listen to Trio (Dolly Parton, Emmylou Harris, Linda Ronstadt). They cut 2 albums together, both superb, and the first one is one of hte most beautiful collections of music I've ever heard. The video below, from a live performance on The Tonight Show w/ Johnny Carson, features 3 songs performed by them. A fucking treasure.

Then he went on (and on) about David Allen Coe's The Ride. When he started trying to perform the damned song, I wound up laughing while I told him to "Get out! Get out!" Maybe not the best move, since he is going to operate on my left eye on the 21st of December...

All of this to say my eyesight is really good. I can see, as my cousin who has had cataract surgery told me, "in Technicolor." I am fortunate that my ophthalmologist recommended I just have the basic lens inserted, since my eyesight is still pretty good.

It has been a weird challenge, though not unsurmountable, since I spent a lot of time sleeping but am getting a sense of me again. Grateful I can work from home and my bosses are understanding and put up with my shit.

Also am grateful for my 2 sisters (one of my sisters and her best friend, who has been part of the family for decades) who came out to be with me for a few days. They drove me nuts, but then I would expect (or want) no less. But we had a nice drive to SF and the Golden Gate Bridge and had some great meals and watched old movies. They went by themselves to the Sacramento Railroad Museum (one of my favorite museums) and to the outlet stores close by. And they bugged the shit outta me, for which I love them.

So, all's cool in the pool.

[bluesnow21]

Someone You Know is Trans; They don’t deserve to Die in the Closet.

It’s been two years, four months and twenty days since the day my best friend committed suicide. She was a transgender woman struggling with mental health, had admitted herself into the psychward a few times prior, and I thought she was taking her meds and getting better. There had been three instances where she’d mentioned/struggled with deciding over the ten years I knew her whether to go back on HRT or not.

At the time, she was back in college pursuing an IT degree, she planned to go back on HRT, move out to Sacramento CA permanently, have a small piece of property, and adopt a black kid. She was a stoner, a grease monkey, an atheist, pool player, and a big part of what made living my life in NJ easier and more enjoyable than it ever would’ve been.  She also wrote letters to queer/trans inmates within the Black/Pink Project. She loved reading, film, collecting license plates, and muscle cars. Some of her favorite writers included Chuck Wendig, Douglas Adams, Michelle Tea, and Joe Hill. I got my first tattoo with her present, and the same day backed her car into a brick wall while she was trying to teach me stick-shift (she took I really well). We went to concerts, played pool, smoked weed, made trips through the Adirondacks, and every bit of time I spent with them was memorable. She got me through a bad relationship just by being there and comforting me, helped me out whenever I had car trouble, and was there to help me move into new apartments three times; Anytime I needed help or a friend she was there. Our birthdays are exactly 3 months apart, or as they would say when I’d forgotten this fact, “You Idiot! We’re exactly 9 months apart how do you forget this!?” She didn’t give a shit what anyone else thought about her. I admired her courage to be herself.

I miss her.  I still remember the last hug I gave her a week before it happened; the last time I’d gotten high with her she’d told me her name she wanted to start going by but I was so high I couldn’t remember it when I sobered up (I had to Uber home). I thought I could ask again next time I saw them in another week. I knew something was wrong. When I got the news the morning of: I got drunk, then I cried my eyes out about a week or two later.  I helped bury my best friend and I couldn’t remember her name that she’d wanted to change it to, so the funeral was a misgendered funeral; It’s something I still feel awful about.  She wanted to be buried in a Rheingold Beer Jumpsuit that had belonged to her grandfather; instead it was a regular suit (not what they wanted). There was only one photo at the funeral of when she’d briefly started transitioning when I first met her, before she went off of HRT. I didn’t know how to bring any of this up to her Dad. He wasn’t a transphobe. I just didn’t know how to bring it up and since I didn’t have the name she wanted to go by I thought it more important to help bury my friend. Out of respect for not wanting to dead name her, I won’t use names.  I just want to finally put something up here and TransDay of Remembrance seemed appropriate.  It’s taken me time to put this up here because I wasn’t sure how the parents or other friends would feel about this.  I know I’m not the only person she shared this with, but know that if she’d had more time more people would’ve known about this. 

I’m posting this in memory of my friend and for all the trans-women/men/etc, who never come out and who never will.

Memento Mori Memento Vivere

Remember you will die. Remember to Live.

[nevalizona]

John goes for a swim.

Pardon any errors.

He dunked his head under, immediately there was nothing. No sound. Just the water slapping against the sides of the pool. He wishes he was in a lake, any lake, but this will have to do. Today is a particularly rough day. His head is moving quickly, hardly giving him time to actually think. He's more scattered than he's ever been, which in his defense, is normally only when he's like "this" anyway. He just needs a break. A pause.

He focuses on his breathing or lack of breathing. His lungs aren't burning, not yet. Years of swim and water polo have somewhat prepared him for this. The burning will come soon, he will welcome it. He has always enjoyed toying with that sensation. Knowing when he should go up for air, and pushing that point a tad. It's thrilling in its own way.

He's a little out of practice. Can't spend that much time in water these days. Been so busy. He didn't realize how busy he'd actually be. He ran through the "coming home" process a hundred times in his head. He thought he approached it from every angle. But apparently not. He's been swamped, being pulled in so many directions he can't keep his head straight.

"You're gonna come visit us, right Johnny?" His mom had asked several times since he's gotten home. She calls every evening, and always closes off her calls with that. He doesn't hate the idea of visiting home. Sacramento. He actually longed to see his mother. But he just can't do that right now. Be that vulnerable. Seeing people, his parents, and his mother, means tears. It means asking him too many questions. It means poking and prodding him. He can't do that. Not right now. Maybe not ever.

He burst through the surface of the water, gasping for air. He coughed and sputtered. He wasn't focusing enough. His chest and throat ached.

"God-fucking-dammit!" He exclaimed, smacking the water, causing a splash. This isn't smart. He needs to focus. His mind is wandering too quickly. Too fast. He grumbled to himself about 'broken fucking brains' as he climbed up a little ladder and onto the patio.

He walked over to where his towel was and tossed it over his head, and quickly rubbed his hair, so it wouldn't drip down his neck. He sighed and took a seat on the little plastic chair, grabbing his pack of cigarettes and grabbing one, not hesitating to light it.

The drag that followed calmed him slightly. Being home means a lot of things. Pressure. Work. Being back to the "normal" day-to-day. He wants to fall face-first back into his work, but he can't. Not right now. Can't focus. Can't do anything right. Can't even swim.

[remembertheplunge]

A day in Sacramento

11/4/2017. Saturday 4:33pm Sacramento. 

Like Jim will soon do in 2009 (the wind down was beginning around now) Naked Coffee has died. It’s still here, but, it’s been white trash Jetsoned. Steril. Boring. Austere. Naked Coffee’s soul. Jim’s soul. Gone—

9:43pm

Soon, 8 years ago, would be Jim’s final words to me “Cover me”.

I lived that last day again today. Watched a dark mountain descend into dusk.

Heard a song “I’ve done all I can here. I fall into your arms. Hold on to tonight. I’ll be gone in the morning."

----------------------------------------

I Sacramento’d today—

1) 24 hour fitness gymed and Jacuzzied

2) washed away my story in the pool

3) attended the funeral of Naked Coffee

4) addressed the apple lap top world at Weatherstone’s Coffee House bar. This is not 1986 anymore.

5). Listened to songs from November 1969 on the drive up

6) Gave a handsome blue eyed young drunk homeless man a sweat shirt outside Demples on Broadway.

7) Had Mc Donald’s dinner with Rick, a homeless man, at Mc Henery McDonalds in Modesto.

8) Sweet, crisp, windswept, cloud swept, peek a boo full moon day.

9) Patricia called. Great talk. Greg told her that he and I talked.

End of Entry

Notes:  Jetsoned comes from the 1960’s cartoon “The Jetson’s” about a family living in the sleek, sterile future. Naked Coffee had a bohemian interior which was very conducive to my soul inducing journal writing there. But, the owners killed that when they modernized.

On November 4, 2009, in the late afternoon, in our home,  my partner Jim’s liver failure had reached a point where ammonia started building up in his system. He became more and more disoriented as there evening progressed. He refused to let me take him to the hospital. I put him in bed, and his last words to me were “Cover me.” By 3am, he was incoherent. He was taken to Doctor’s hospital by ambulance. Two days later he was returned home. Two days after that, he died. He never regained consciousness.

Weatherstones was a coffee house I used to write at when I lived in Sacramento in 1986 and 1987. It had a very rough and Bohemian feel to it. We read book, wrote and talked there.. By 2017, the interior was more like a Starbucks. Books were replaced by lap tops. Like Naked Coffee, Weatherstone’s had lost it’s soul.

Demples was a record, DVD store in Sacramento located across from the Tower Theater. It has since closed.

Patricia was the mother of Greg. Greg was a homeless man in Modesto. His parents lived on the East Coast. I met Greg at a gas station in Modesto on 9th street earlier in 2017. I brought him home. He called his mother from my phone. He spent the night here  at my house that night. Greg was an artist. I have a painting that he did for me. He painted my house numbers on the curb in front of my house. He painted house numbers for a living. Eventually, his Mother , Patricia, called me. Based on her conversations with me, she and her husband took a train to Modesto to find Greg. They did find him here, but he refused to return to their home on the East Coast with them. Greg had mental health issues that his parents wanted to have him treated back home. 

[spirearchitecture-blog]

project 100

a  home in the sierra foothills on a 20 acres parcel with views of snow capped mountains on one side and downtown sacramento on the other. the home is based on a simple "H" layout with porches running front and back to shade the building in the summer while still allowing for winter sun to warm the building. 2 spacious suites on each side of the house are used depending on the season, one suite for summer and the other for winter. clearstory windows fill the home with light and plenty of windows allow for light , air and view to the outside landscape and pool.

architect : doron dreksler

builder : spire architecture 

[homemagazine]

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How Often Should Roof Inspections Be Conducted?

Experts recommend scheduling roof inspections at least once a year and after severe weather events. Regular evaluations ensure that the roof remains in top condition, even in challenging climates or aging structures.

The Value of Proactive Maintenance

Proactive roof maintenance is an investment in the property’s long-term value. Inspections provide insights that allow property owners to budget for necessary repairs or upgrades, avoiding unexpected expenses. Superior Home Solutions emphasizes the importance of proactive care, helping clients preserve their investment and maintain peace of mind.

Final Thoughts

Roof inspections are a vital part of property maintenance, offering protection against the elements and ensuring the building’s structural integrity. By identifying issues early and providing actionable solutions, professional inspections save time, money, and stress for property owners.

For those in Sacramento seeking dependable roof inspection services, Superior Home Solutions combines expertise, advanced tools, and a commitment to excellence. Their comprehensive evaluations ensure that your roof remains durable and efficient for years to come.

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Welcome to Sunday Senior Living Solutions, your go-to social media series dedicated to exploring the best housing options for Age 55+ Active Senior Buyers.

Whether you’re looking to sell your current home and move into a brand-new, maintenance-free community with resort-style amenities, or seeking independent living that feels like a cruise ship, we’ve got you covered.

We also delve into assisted living, memory care, and skilled nursing options to ensure you find the perfect fit for your lifestyle today.

In our first episode, we introduce you to the beautiful Four Seasons community in Dixon, California. Located near UC Davis, this age 55+ active senior community offers a vibrant environment with all the benefits of a university town.

Direct message me today at 408-829-4141 to financially model and storyboard your target destination. Let’s make the transition to your new home seamless and predictable.

Introducing Your Dream Home at 475 Buckeye Street, Dixon, CA! 🌟

Step into luxury and comfort at this remarkable residence in K. Hovnanian’s® Four Seasons at Homestead, an exclusive community for those aged 55 and over.

Ellen and I were particularly taken with the exceptional features of this home, perfect for multigenerational living!

Home Highlights:

* Extra Suite Plus for Granny Unit/Au Pair/In-Law Quarters: This one-bedroom apartment with a separate entrance is ideal for extended family or guests.

* Enjoy ample outdoor space for gardening, entertaining, or simply relaxing in nature.

* Covered Front Porch & Rear Patio: These charming outdoor areas provide the perfect spots to unwind and take in the serene surroundings.

* Palatial Kitchen: Designer cabinets and striking quartz countertops make this kitchen a chef’s dream.

* Delightful Dining Area: Perfect for family meals and gatherings.

* Breathtaking Great Room: High vaulted ceilings create an open and inviting atmosphere.

* Secluded Owner’s Suite: Featuring elegant crown molding and a spacious walk-in closet.

* Lavish Owner’s Bath: A luxurious retreat with a white freestanding double vanity.

* Resort-Style Amenities: Enjoy a vibrant lifestyle with access to a community club house, pool, spa, pickleball courts, fitness center, billiards, and more.

Conveniently Located:

This home is ideally situated off Highway 80, making it easy to reach Napa Valley's renowned wineries, Sacramento Airport, UC Davis, and the vibrant San Francisco Bay Area.

Experience the best of both worlds with peaceful living and convenient access to these prime destinations.

Home Info for 475 Buckeye Street (FaroeModel):

* Price: $666,395

* Square Feet: 2,194

* Status: Under Construction

* Bedrooms: 3

* Garages: 2

* Zip: 95620

* Bathrooms: 3.5

* Story: 1

* Move-In Date: January 2025

Homes in this exclusive community are going fast, so don’t miss your chance to own a piece of paradise!

For more details and to schedule a tour,

DM me at 408-829-4141

Or visit

https://www.showingnew.com/johnvpinto/home/california/vallejo-napa/faroe/475-buckeye-street/s2839202

Come home to luxury and elegance at

K. Hovnanian’s® Four Seasons at Homestead. Your dream home awaits! 🏡✨

John V. Pinto, Realtor

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Apartment Complex in North Hollywood

Alexan NoHo West is a top choice for an apartment complex in North Hollywood. It offers a stylish residence in North Hollywood, surrounded by a new retail and dining destination. This is also a designer rental home that boasts modern interiors and a luxurious "staycation"-worthy amenity collection, including sun-splashed pools, social spaces, and serene indoor-outdoor retreats. This community is designed to be convenient and carefree, with an online portal for easy rent payments or maintenance requests. The community is pet-friendly, with washing and grooming stations and a bike repair shop. To find your new home, schedule a personal tour, and connect with Alexan NoHo West, simply call (818) 629-0106. By the way, the property is centrally located, with easy access to public transportation, major highways, and popular attractions.

North Hollywood, CA Entertainment

Who wants to have fun? Of course, most people want a fun place, a happy place, and various entertainment options available in the area. North Hollywood is a center for the entertainment sector, with a large number of film studios, production businesses, and theaters. Amazing, right? You can just go to these places and enjoy yourself. Actually, this makes North Hollywood a thriving arts and entertainment scene. Of course, the actors, directors, and musicians interested in pursuing their careers might find possibilities in this thriving cultural community. Then, there is a diverse array of cultural activities, such as live performances of music and drama, as well as art exhibits that are available to the residents of the establishment.

Zombie Joe's Underground Theatre

One of-a kind and absolutely immersive theatrical experience is Zombie Joe's Underground Theatre. It is in Los Angeles, perfect if you're just at North Hollywood. The theater is well-known for its experimental plays, often gloomy and uncomfortable. It also offers a unique perspective on the craft of acting and story. The group is able to provide viewers an interesting and unforgettable experience by combining elements of theater, movie, and music into its presentations. Zombie Joe's Underground Theatre is really worth exploring for anybody seeking a very unusual and provocative theatrical experience. Give it some time and enjoy what this has to offer.

WeWork Inc. to Assume the Lease of Office Building in NoHo

WeWork Inc. has filed a motion to assume its lease at 5161 Lankershim Blvd., a 205,000-square-foot office building in North Hollywood's Arts District, nearly six months after filing for bankruptcy. Near significant film and television players, the property features modern private offices, lounges, a boardroom, and two classrooms that can host up to 80 people. WeWork worked with the landlord to amend its lease terms to reach a new, mutually beneficial agreement. This marks the second lease WeWork has assumed in Los Angeles, following its lease at Constellation Place. WeWork has announced substantial progress in portfolio optimization to assume 90% of its global portfolio and reduce its total future rent commitments by over $8 billion, or more than 40%.

Link to map

Zombie Joe's Underground Theatre 4850 Lankershim Blvd, North Hollywood, CA 91601, United States Head northwest on Lankershim Blvd toward Huston St 0.5 mi Turn left onto Magnolia Blvd 0.4 mi Turn right to merge onto CA-170 N toward Sacramento 1.0 mi Take exit 8A for Oxnard St 0.3 mi Continue straight onto Laurel Plz Dr 0.2 mi Turn right onto Laurel Grv Dr Destination will be on the left 46 ft Alexan NoHo West 11950 W Erwin St, North Hollywood, CA 91606, United States

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House Prices in USA California: Market Insights

When it comes to house prices in USA California, the market is as dynamic and diverse as the state itself. California is home to some of the most expensive real estate in the nation, but it also offers properties at a range of price points, depending on the region. Cities like San Francisco, Los Angeles, and San Diego are known for their high house prices, driven by demand, location, and the state's booming economy.

In Los Angeles, for instance, the price of a home in affluent neighborhoods like Beverly Hills or Malibu can easily surpass several million dollars, while homes in more suburban areas may be more affordable but still highly desirable. The California market is driven by demand for the coastal lifestyle, high-tech jobs, and access to entertainment, making it an ideal location for buyers looking to make a significant real estate investment.

For buyers who are looking for more affordable options, areas like Sacramento, Riverside, and San Bernardino offer competitive pricing while still providing access to the state's unique culture, weather, and amenities.

Real Estate Palm Springs USA: The Oasis of Luxury Living

Known for its stunning desert landscapes and luxury resorts, Palm Springs in California has become a prime destination for high-end real estate. Whether you're looking for a mid-century modern home or a sprawling desert estate, real estate in Palm Springs USA offers something for every type of buyer. This iconic vacation destination, once the playground of Hollywood stars, remains a hot spot for those seeking a luxurious lifestyle in a serene environment.

Palm Springs offers a range of properties, from sleek modern homes with panoramic mountain views to expansive desert estates with private pools and gardens. The city's appeal is not only in its unique architecture but also in its vibrant arts and culture scene, proximity to major cities like Los Angeles, and year-round sunshine. As a result, Palm Springs real estate attracts both primary homeowners and investors looking for vacation homes or rental properties.

In conclusion, the real estate market in the USA offers a vast array of opportunities, from purchasing big houses to exploring unique resort investments. Whether you’re interested in the luxury market of California, looking to buy property online USA, or searching for a resort with high income potential, there’s something to suit every taste and investment goal.

For those interested in finding their dream property, platforms like A.Land provide detailed listings of homes, resorts, and investment properties across the USA, making it easier than ever to explore and secure the perfect real estate.

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How to Choose the Right Pool Plastering for Your Sacramento Home

When you own a pool in Sacramento, one of the most important decisions you’ll make is choosing the right pool plastering. The plaster not only gives your pool its smooth, finished look, but it also serves as a durable barrier to protect the structure of your pool. With Sacramento’s hot summer weather and frequent sunshine, choosing the best pool plastering is essential to ensure your pool remains in excellent condition for years to come. But with so many options available, how do you choose the right one for your home?

The first thing to consider is the material of the pool plastering. Traditionally, pools were finished with white plaster, a classic choice that provides a clean and simple appearance. However, there are now several modern alternatives to traditional plaster, including colored plasters and aggregate finishes. If you want to add a unique touch to your pool, you may want to explore these options. For example, colored plasters come in shades like blue, gray, or even beige, allowing you to match your pool to the surrounding landscape or to create a vibrant, eye-catching feature in your yard. Aggregate finishes, on the other hand, blend small pebbles or stones into the plaster, giving your pool a natural, textured finish that’s more resistant to wear and staining.

Another factor to think about when choosing pool plastering Sacramento is the durability of the material. Traditional white plaster is prone to staining and may require resurfacing every 7 to 10 years. This is a consideration if you live in an area like Sacramento, where heavy pool usage during the warm months can take a toll on the plaster. Colored plaster options and aggregate finishes tend to last longer than standard white plaster, reducing the need for frequent maintenance and offering more resistance to staining and roughness. If you want a long-lasting option that stands up well to the sun and chemicals used to maintain your pool, these alternatives might be ideal for you.

The climate in Sacramento plays a significant role in the wear and tear of your pool plastering. Sacramento is known for its hot, dry summers, which can cause pool water to evaporate quickly and lead to chemical imbalances. This can affect the integrity of your plaster over time, making it more prone to cracks and rough spots. For this reason, choosing a pool plastering Sacramento contractor who understands how the local climate impacts pool surfaces is crucial. A good contractor will help you select a plaster finish that not only looks great but is also designed to withstand the region's weather conditions.

Additionally, you should consider the maintenance requirements of the pool plastering you choose. Some types of plaster, such as aggregate finishes, require less maintenance and are more resistant to algae growth and stains. Others, like traditional white plaster, may need regular cleaning and periodic repairs to maintain their appearance. While white plaster can give your pool a timeless, classic look, it’s important to be aware of the higher maintenance involved. If you’re someone who prefers a low-maintenance pool, you may want to consider finishes that require less upkeep and offer better long-term performance.

Another important aspect to keep in mind is the cost of pool plastering Sacramento. Prices can vary widely depending on the material you choose, the size of your pool, and the complexity of the installation. While traditional white plaster is typically more affordable, colored plasters and aggregate finishes are often more expensive upfront. However, they may offer better value over time due to their increased durability and lower maintenance costs. When evaluating your budget, make sure to factor in the long-term costs of maintaining your pool plastering and consider the potential savings from choosing a more durable option.

The reputation and experience of your pool plastering Sacramento contractor also play a key role in the quality of the final product. It’s essential to choose a licensed, experienced contractor who has a history of working with different plaster materials and understands the specific needs of Sacramento homes. A professional contractor can help guide you through the selection process, offer expert advice, and ensure that your pool plastering is installed correctly, giving you peace of mind and a pool that lasts for many years.

In conclusion, choosing the right pool plastering Sacramento for your home is a decision that should be based on a combination of factors including material durability, climate considerations, maintenance requirements, and budget. Whether you opt for traditional white plaster or a more modern aggregate finish, selecting the right pool plastering can make a significant difference in the longevity, appearance, and maintenance of your pool. By working with an experienced contractor, you can ensure that your pool is both beautiful and functional, providing enjoyment for years to come.

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Revitalize Your Pool with JF Pool Plastering: Sacramento’s Top Contractor

A swimming pool is more than just a place to cool off on hot days; it’s a centerpiece of relaxation, fun, and luxury. However, even the best-maintained pools can lose their luster over time. That’s where JF Pool Plastering comes in. As the premier name in pool plastering Sacramento, JF Pool Plastering Sacramento has helped countless homeowners transform their pools into stunning, durable, and safe retreats. With over four decades of experience, their reputation as a trusted swimming pool contractor Sacramento speaks for itself.

Time, weather, and regular use can cause a pool’s surface to deteriorate. Cracks, discoloration, and rough patches are not just unsightly—they can also affect the functionality and safety of your pool. Hiring a professional pool plaster repair contractor is the key to bringing your pool back to life. JF Pool Plastering specializes in pool and spa plaster repair Sacramento California homeowners trust to restore and enhance their investment. Their expert team ensures every project is completed with precision, leaving your pool looking as good as new.

JF Pool Plastering Sacramento is renowned for its expertise in swimming pool plaster refinishing. Whether your pool’s surface is showing signs of aging or you’re ready for a fresh new look, their refinishing services are the perfect solution. The team offers a variety of finishes to choose from, allowing you to customize your pool to match your style while ensuring long-lasting performance. From traditional white plaster to luxurious pebble or quartz finishes, JF Pool Plastering delivers results that combine beauty and durability.

When searching for a new swimming pool contractor, it’s crucial to find a company that understands both the technical and aesthetic aspects of pool construction. JF Pool Plastering has earned its reputation as a top swimming pool contractor Sacramento residents can rely on. They approach each project with meticulous attention to detail, ensuring your pool not only meets but exceeds your expectations. Their commitment to quality craftsmanship and customer satisfaction sets them apart from other contractors in Sacramento California.

The process of revitalizing a pool goes beyond surface repairs. JF Pool Plastering takes pride in offering comprehensive solutions that address both aesthetic and structural concerns. As a leading pool plaster repair contractor, they ensure that every repair or refinishing job is done to the highest standards. This dedication to excellence has made them a trusted name in pool and spa plaster repair Sacramento California homeowners can depend on for superior results.

Sacramento California is known for its sunny weather, making pools a cherished feature in many homes. With JF Pool Plastering, maintaining the beauty and functionality of your pool has never been easier. Their expertise in pool plastering Sacramento ensures that every project is tailored to the specific needs of the homeowner, delivering personalized solutions that stand the test of time. Whether it’s addressing cracks, restoring faded finishes, or upgrading to a more durable material, JF Pool Plastering Sacramento delivers exceptional results.

If you’re considering a pool renovation or need urgent repairs, JF Pool Plastering is your go-to partner. Their team of skilled professionals understands the challenges posed by Sacramento California’s climate and ensures that every project is built to withstand the elements. Their swimming pool plaster refinishing services not only improve the appearance of your pool but also enhance its longevity, making it a worthwhile investment for any homeowner.

JF Pool Plastering’s dedication to quality and customer satisfaction is evident in every project they undertake. As a trusted swimming pool contractor Sacramento, they take the time to understand your vision and bring it to life with precision and care. Their expertise extends beyond pools to include spas, offering comprehensive pool and spa plaster repair Sacramento California homeowners need to maintain their backyard retreats.

With JF Pool Plastering, you can trust that your pool is in the best hands. Their reputation as the top pool plaster repair contractor in Sacramento California is backed by years of experience, unmatched craftsmanship, and a commitment to delivering the highest quality results. From swimming pool plaster refinishing to complete renovations, JF Pool Plastering Sacramento is the partner you can count on to revitalize your pool and enhance your outdoor living space.