#honestly though i've been so cooped up in my room because of the way the world is and it's had a really bad impact on me

[nephilimarecool]

Concert

Jack Kline X Reader

Warnings: none

I've never written a X female teen reader before so point out any mistakes but give me a bit of slack. I'd love comments and re-blogs also requests are open but NO smut.

Y/F/B = Your Favorite Band

Y/N = Your Name

F/B = Favorite Book

"I'm going out!" You called across the bunker, Dean, Cass, Sam and Jack were sitting in the library studying lore.

"Where?" Dean questioned, you were Jack's girlfriend not his daughter but he still acted like it.

"Out." You responded vaguely, you were actually going to a concert. It didn't take place till about 10 pm though and it was only 6 pm so you figured you'd explore Kansas a bit.

"Like hell!" Honestly Dean was way overprotective. You sighed, you were going tonight no matter what. It was Y/F/B and you were going to see them.

"Dean she is 18." Cas tried knowing how bad you needed to leave the bunker. You'd been cooped up for weeks now since he wouldn't let you hunt. Honestly it was stupid, you were on your first hunt when you met them for crying out loud.

"Too bad Cas." Dean quipped. You groaned.

"I've been cooped up for months! I need this Dean!" Dean gave you his resting bitch face. Sam seemed to be pointedly staying out of the argument.

"Too bad sweetheart." You groaned but knew there was no arguing with Dean when he was in this mood. You decided you wait and sneak out later.

"Fine!" You growled. Everyone looked at you shocked, it was unlike you too give up so easily.

"Fine?" Dean asked.

"Fine." You repeated you could see Cas trying to see if your ok or if something else is going on. You found a chair and sat down with your favorite book.

"What are you reading Y/N?" Jack stuck his head over you shoulder. You smiled, the Nephilim always managed to make you smile.

"I'm reading F/B." placing you book down you stood up and kissed Jack's cheek. "You want a Coke?" The Nephilim shrugged.

"Never really tried one." He admitted sheepishly. You just chuckled and handed Jack one of the bright, scarlet-red cans. He cracked his open easily but you struggled, your hands shaking slightly from nerves because of what your gonna do later. Seeing this Jack took the can and opened it for you. "Thanks Jack." You said.

"Of course Darling." Damn that boy was so sweet.

"Want to listen to some music and read a book?" You suggested smiling at your boyfriend. "I'm pretty sure you'd like Percy Jackson, there's a copy in my bag." You simply enjoyed spending time with Jack, he never judged you.

"Sure." He agree softly. You nodded and went to grab the book from your room.

"Is she ok?" Cas asked Jack confused why you were acting so strange.

"I believe so. Yes. Just sad." Jack replied just as you walked in with your phone and Percy Jackson: The Lightning Thief.

Later on that night you were sleeping in you room which was right next to Jack's. It was about 9pm and you knew you'd need time to walk there. Sighing you kept to the shadows and slipped out the front door of the bunker. You made it about 200 meters before you heard a voice behind you.

"Why'd you leave the bunker? What are doing? Can I join you?" You let out the breath you were holding, it was only Jack. You silently laughed at yourself, you were scared by Jack of all people.

"I'm going to a concert, the same band we were listening to on my phone. Dean wouldn't let me leave so I snuck out. Sure you join me Jack, it's after dark and what better company then a Nephilim." You smiled and grabbed Jack's hand pulling him with you.

"Where is it? I can just fly us there." You were going to walk but he seemed so proud, you knew he'd only recently learnt how to teleport more than just himself.

"Sure. It's about 2 miles that way." You pointed to the road and Jack nodded. Jack nodded and pulled you too him, next thing you knew you were slightly green and the two of you were just out side the concert.

Knowing he'd never been to a concert before you began explaining things to Jack. You pointed to a booth on your left, "That's were you by tickets." As we walked over you pointed to the stage, "that's where the singers are, I like sitting further back as it gets loud."

You walked to the cashier. "Tickets for 2 please." He nodded.

You handed the man $200, ticket plus tip. "Why did you give them extra money?" Jack asked, you should've known he wouldn't know what tipping is.

"It's called tipping, they take the extra money for themselves. Some jobs don't pay very well Jack." You did your best to explain but obviously didn't get your point across quite right.

After the concert you glanced at Jack "Did you have fun?" you asked curious. He was beaming from ear to ear.

"Very much, thankyou." Jack replied obvious joy in his voice. "I'll take us home now." You nodded my smile just as large. Taking Jack's hand you were suddenly back in the bunker, it didn't effect you as much as earlier.

After a few seconds you realized the lights were on.

"Balls!" You grumbled. You should've known this'd happen as it was as it was about 2am.

"Y/N!" Dean came into the library fuming. You glanced at Jack. "Jack?" He asked almost disbelieving he was in on this.

You and Jack looked at each other. "Uh oh." You murmured in unison.

"Run." You whispered, Jack nodded and you took off in opposite directions.

"You have got to be kidding!" you heard Dean yell, let's just say you didn't dare stop.

Masterlist

@graceloveswolves

[chickie-birdies]

It's been a very long time since I've been active so I wanted to make a quick little list of everyone I still have — with updated photos, especially!

I no longer live with my chickens — I moved out in December 2023 and had to leave my chickens behind, as I live in an apartment now. They still live with my parents so I still get to see them and certain responsibilities like their health and cleaning the coop are still mine.

Recently I split the flock and gave half of my chickens to a family friend who I trust will take good care of them, because my parents haven't taken care of them to my satisfaction.

Here are the chickens who, for one reason or another, remained here.

Bee — Blue Laced Red Wyandotte, born May 2018. Honestly the worst at doing a rooster's job, but I love him anyway. He's very shy and very cute, can be a bit of a bully towards other chickens but is super well behaved with people!

Florence — Blue Laced Red Wyandotte, born May 2018. Softest, fluffiest bird imaginable. It doesn't fully come across in photos but her feathers are incredibly plush! She's a bit nervous and seems lazy. It's part of her charm!

Adelaide — Black Australorp, born May 2018. A very calm bird with a surprisingly raucous voice. She adores Bee and never leaves his side, and always snuggles up next to him at night.

Tofu & Dumpling — Gold Laced Wyandottes, born June 2023. Two babies I accidentally acquired and they've been here ever since. They're always together! Quite shy since they didn't get handled much growing up, but naturally very curious so they'll approach anyone they find interesting. They like exploring the yard and the edge of the woods together.

~

The rest of the chickens in this list have been moved to their new home, where I will still be visiting them.

Midnight — Gold Laced Wyandotte, born March 2013. My old lady! Calm and sweet, she took a shine to the younger chickens right away when they were little. At feeding times she usually calls the other hens over to come eat like they're her babies. She started doing this in the past year or so and I'm not sure why. It's very cute though.

Moth — Barred Rock, probably born in 2018. Got her as an adult from my neighbor when he stopped wanting chickens so her age is an estimate. Survived a fox attack some years ago and lived in my room for two months while recovering, and she became a dear sweet bird in that time! She likes to follow people around and observe them.

Magpie — Dominique, born May 2018. Nosy bird who likes to be in the middle of whatever I'm doing! She makes noises like a squeaky wheel instead of clucking, which is very entertaining.

Crow — Dominique, born May 2018. Looks like a barred rock because of her single comb, but she is about two-thirds the size of one. Very small! Little baby who wants to be held and carried all the time. Likes to walk up to the nearest person and stand on their feet until she gets picked up, and she'll eventually start pecking my legs if I ignore her!

Dawn — Silver Spangled Appenzeller, born May 2018. Independent and energetic, she's always wandering off to explore as soon as she gets the chance. Gets along with people better than with other chickens. She's always finding her way onto my lap or, preferably, into my sweater.

[haxxy]

on a pseudo-related note i like that i spent two days at a friend’s house and it boosted my productivity a ridiculous amount

[wheelcr]

can you share more about miles from your turning dr ??? he’s just so unique and i’m rlly curios about what his little quirks and preferences are <3

ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐑. ✧ ˚ ༘ ゛

hihi whoever nonie this is hello this has been rotting in my drafts for a full week now so sorry about that JSHSJDN

♡. miles is a fucking menace. i'm sure we've established that well enough already ( a hot one though ... ) also the fact that he's not really a menace on purpose

♡. he's also very smart. like he can solve complex equations way faster than i ever could. he also knows how to sew, to bake, to play all kinds of instruments, and he speaks over 5 different languages including, but not limited to; greek, french, japanese, chinese & getman

you bet he speaks in french with flora just so me and kate have no fucking clue what they're saying, little rascals

♡. the thing is, he's a prissy prince, but he's genuinely not aware of it?? he was raised a wealthy boy, and was really young when his parents d.ed and was put into the care of ms. grose who definitely did nothing to fix his attitude

like when i tell miles to clean up after himself he's not like "lmfao that's not my problem" no it's like a genuine "?? but that's not my job???" like mf was raised to believe that, and flora unfortunately has the same exact mindset

♡. not to mention, he sucks at doing basic household shit because of this?? like, he's 15, you'd expect that he has at least a little knowledge on how to do a few chores, right? wrong!!

"how the— what? how the fuck do you—?" all i could do was stand and watch in disbelief as he grunted, repeatedly putting the soiled bowl under running water

he sent me a pleading look, growing even more frustrated from the expression i was giving him "what?" "miles, you've gotta be kidding me right now—" "this whole thing was your idea! you wanted me to 'get my ass off the couch and clean my own shit'" his voice going higher near the end, mocking my words from earlier

i scoffed and snatched the bowl from his hands "yeah, but did you really think that you wash dishes by just.. putting them in water?" there was a long pause

"yeah..? i dunno, this is commoner person stuff completely new to me" "oh my fucking god"

♡. does this really cute thing where he scrunches up his nose!! idk why he does it but it's fucking adorable like one of the few moments when i don't wanna punch miles is when he does that he looks like a little bunny

♡. he's one of those guys who wears sweaters even on the hottest of days. like in the middle of july he's out in jeans and a fuzzy turtleneck. honestly?? i don't blame him. the sweaters that he owns are all fucking bomb, though you can't expect anything less from a multimillionaire kid. he doesn't even sweat! which makes it creepier bc i swear this kid is cold blooded

♡. miles love love loves the night sky! when me and kate moved into the mansion, i got a guest room that had a clear view of the moonlight, so much so that on some nights, my room would be completely illuminated by the light :o

♡. part of the reason why i didn't like miles a lot at first is because i would wake up in the middle of the night i would see him?? in my room?? like, he wasn't even looking at me, he was, however, faced outside the window ( ngl the soft glow of the moonlight did look really pretty on his face )

turns out the room i had occupied was one of miles' favorites to hang out in, because of the stunning view of the sky. and, y'know, miles being miles, couldn't really communicate that to me like a normal person so he opted to break into my room every night with a spare key just to go stargazing

♡. hence, my tag for him being 'star!'

♡. will never admit it but he's a huge huge bookworm. spends lots of time cooped up in the library which is god knows where in the stupid manor, i've been living there for like 2 weeks now and i still don't know my way around. though i know that if miles isn't jamming out in his room he's either out with samson or sprawled out on one of the couches with his nose shoved in some dusty thriller novel

the nickname he gave for me actually comes from a book ^^

"i'm sorry, uh, what won't do?"

the teen in front of me shrugged and walked a little closer. "your name. flora? we've already got a flora around here," he said, gesturing behind him to his younger sister "that's gonna make things a little complicated"

feeling a little embarrassed, i shrunk in on myself "oh, well, uh, sorry about that, uhm—" miles looked up as if he were pondering for a moment, mumbling my name to himself. "florelise, elise, florelise.. florie, lorie.. lorelei"

"what?" i quirked a brow at him "i'll call you lorelei, like lorelei lee from—" "gentlemen prefer blondes" he gave me a charming grin that sent off dozens of butterflies in my stomach

but then, i realized "wait a second, are you calling me a gold digger?" "dunno, am i?" and with that, miles walked backwards— into the next room, his figure disappearing upstairs

♡. wears jeans a lot, not only because yk they look good on him ig but also because they're quite strong. miles has a habit of scratching at his thighs and knees when he gets agitated, and it used to lead to some tears in his old pants or scratches on his skin

♡. knows how to use a gun. no i will not elaborate further upon this

♡. when he's not waking me up in the middle of the night by breaking into my room, he's waking me up at 4 in the motherfucking morning to the sound of him and his horse samson laughing and running around by my window

which, i'll admit, i did get out of bed early one or two times just to fondly watch him from my windowsill, trying to hide behind the pink curtains

♡. poor boy bottles up his feelings a lot :c given miles' history with anger issues n violence + the fact that he's filthy rich, he didn't have very many friends in any of the schools he went to ( aside from maybe the boys n girls who were all over him ) so he's just gotten used to letting all his anger out on his drums

♡. super fucking touch starved because of this. but he's spent so much time without anybody but flora and their governesses ( who always seem to go missing ) that he's never really known how to interact with people, aside from either babying and doting on them or making fun of them

i remember when we first met, i could tell he was trying to be nice to me, he just didn't know how, so he ended up coming across as flirtatiously snarky? i thought it was his own spin on 'bad boy charm' but no it's genuinely his lack of social skills

♡. often uses spiders as a way to touch people because, again, he just doesn't know how to communicate the fact that he wants to hold me

the hair on my neck was rising, i couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching me, and it didn't help that the study was quite cold as the sun was beginning to set

and then, i felt it. a pair of bony arms snaking their way around my waist. a soft "hey there sunshine" whispered into my ear

i didn't even flinch, instead relishing in the feeling for a moment, having grown used to the random displays of affection the weird boy would offer. "miles, what are you doing? i didn't even hear you coming"

silence fell upon us for a few seconds, i could've sworn he was pressing his face into my stomach, and.. his grip on me was getting tighter? before he pulled away, cheeky grin back on his face

"i just saved you from this little guy!" he announced proudly, lifting up his hand to show a small spider crawling along the back. i fought the urge to flinch away as i looked up at him "right, yeah, no. there was no spider on me"

his eyes got all wide and his lips formed a pout, that same look when he was trying to manipulate flora into playing along with his jokes "how would you know, silly, you had your face buried in that book!"

deciding to play along, despite both of us knowing that he had the spider in his pocket just for an excuse to snuggle up with me for a few seconds "i guess so, thanks miles"

♡. he's a huge lover of waffles. yes, exclusively waffles. it only ever will be waffles. will literally whine and cry if he gets pancakes for breakfast because "the syrup doesn't stick to it! it has no ridges, so it just slides off!" which is honestly super valid, i was shocked when he made that point during breakfast

♡. painfully obvious liar. either his excuse is complete bullshit or he cannot meet you in the eyes when he lies. it's honestly quite cute in circumstances like when he's telling me that my outfit looks weird and he just can't bring himself to make eye contact with me. he looks so kissable negl

♡. can i just say that miles is the best brother ever? well, maybe not the best best but, he's done so much for flora. he's never made fun of her for her fear of going out, is so super duper patient with her, is so nurturing and kind and overall just amazing to his sister

♡. miles is honestly a sweet sweet boy, according to the stuff that mrs. grose tells me. though, to be honest, she's not that much of a reliable resource, but i won't complain

she told me stories from before he was corrupted at the hands of quint. how he was terrified of spiders and horses, how he was always the one who made morning coffee for his parents, how his face would flush red and hide when someone so much as looked at him for a few seconds

♡. and y'know? sometimes, i still see that boy, in the moments when he shares his secret stargazing spot with me, in the moments when he hesitates before hopping on samson, in the moments when he makes me and flora hot chocolate on a cold rainy day. he's still in there

in conclusion, miles fairchild quit being stubborn and choose me i can fix you i swear /hj

tagging my girlies @msdiorlvr & @baby-ditzzy bc ik they're waiting on this

[lesetoilesfous]

The smell of freshly baked bread + Zevran/Anders (I've never considered that ship before! I'm curious)

I’m so glad you requested this, thank you! I think they’re fun. I love to imagine both polyamorous scenarios with the Warden, and dirty weekends at The Pearl for thiese two...This one is pre-relationship, but I hope you like it!

(If you’d like me to write you a dragon age fic, send me a prompt from here!)

@dadrunkwriting​

Pairing: ZevrAnders

Characters: Zevran, Anders

Tags: pre-relationship, allusion to past torture, allusion to past starvation, casual polyamory

Rating: Mature

There are very few things better than the smell of freshly baked bread. One of them is Talen: the specific blend of leather and wood polish he uses to work his bow, a smell that Zevran cannot taste without a bone deep sense of safety, even in the most outlandish of environs. Another is Antivan leather, the rich, stinking, choking scent of tanning, smoky and so heavy in the air that it feels like you can touch it. But freshly baked bread: to a man who had more than once flirted with starving to death, was a very special kind of paradise. 

So Zevran follows his nose, out of the main hall of the Vigil and down towards the kitchens and the scent of baking wheat, feeling his mouth water even after all these years, even now, when he always knew where his next meal would come from, and how to get it if he didn’t. Zevran walks past the soldiers of the Vigil in a daze: the only person who’d likely catch his attention at this point is Mahariel, and he’s working on training the recruits. 

(Recruit, singular, the Howe boy who Talen claims Zevran does not have the patience to deal with, yet. Zevran’s answer, that the boy would learn, had not been accepted by his all-too-patient lover. Yet despite his best efforts, Zevran could not resent him for it. After all, it was Mahariel’s generosity of spirit that had seen him not only survive a contract on a Grey Warden but find his freedom, and there were very few Crows who could say the same.) 

The soldiers and walls of the Vigil blur into a river of greys and browns as Zevran follows his nose to the kitchen, ears ringing when he’s close enough with the familiar percussive cacophony of rattling pans, slamming doors and sizzling roots. A pair of young mabari are crouched by the door to the kitchens, whining, and a skinny ginger tabby is perched on the wall above them, watching them warily. Zevran’s mouth lifts in a small smile as he regards them, before setting his hand on the iron handle to the door and pressing on the latch.

At the exact same moment, another hand touches his. 

Zevran reacts on instinct, pressing a dagger to what he had assumed was the height of an elvhen stomach and instead pushes into the too-thin meat of a skinny thigh. At the same time, the (very tall) figure beside him yelps, stumbling backwards - which in turn startles the mabari and the cat. The mabari start barking, great whooping yelps, and the cat disappears in a flash of red fur. Zevran glares at the human beside him as if that will save face for the utterly stupid lack of judgement that had let - what, a mage? Sneak up on him. Ice runs cold into Zevran’s stomach as he considers how firmly deceased he would have been if this man were anyone else, and the taste of freshly baked bread dissipates in his mouth.

The mage, for his part, with long blonde hair tied back from his face and a rickety wooden excuse for a staff, holds up two long crooked hands in an open gesture of surrender. “Sorry! Sorry, sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean, I didn’t see you -”

Attempting to collect himself, Zevran sheaths his knife. This man is no threat to him, judging by the way his long, skinny limbs are shaking. He forces an exhale, pushes a non-existent strand of hair out of his face, and tries to ignore the cold sweat on his back, painting on a smile. “No, it is I who should apologise. You... gave me a fright.”

The mage nods, and swallows, glancing between Zevran and the door to the kitchen. “The feeling’s mutual.” Slowly, he stands and brushes down his - skin tight suede - robes, before holding out a hand. “I’m Anders, by the way.”

Zevran takes his hand, and is surprised by how firm Anders’ grip is when he shakes. “Zevran. You are one of the recruits?”

Anders’ thin lips pull up at one corner, as if at some private joke. The smile doesn’t reach his eyes. “Something like that.” At Zevran’s questioning gaze, he clarifies. “I’m an apostate. And given a choice between a quick death and a slow one, I chose getting eaten by Darkspawn.” Anders’ lips twist, and his fingers flex as he lowers his hand.

Zevran very deliberately does not think about Talen, and what will happen when his Calling comes for him. The mage, Anders, puts his hand on the door handle, then seems to catch himself. “Oh, but I’m not dangerous. Like, I’m not a blood mage. I just.” He shrugs, an awkward movement of his too-thin, broad shoulders. “Don’t like being cooped up.” He offers Zevran another humourless smile. Then he opens the door with a faint click.

There’s a broad, fat woman inside the kitchens, and when she sees them she beams at Anders, her cheeks red with the heat that wafts out of the room in waves of sweet-smelling steam. “Anders! I should have known it was you causing such a commotion.”

Anders’ sharp shoulders drop as he makes eye contact with the woman, and he steps away from Zevran quickly, crossing the space to drop a kiss onto her cheek. “Sarah. Sorry about that, I, um -”

He glances back at Zevran, and she follows his gaze. Zevran gives them both a wave, and then a flourishing bow, because it amuses him. “Zevran Arainai, Antivan Crow.” He grins when both of them startle, “I am not here in a professional capacity.”

The mage, Anders, has moved to stand between Sarah and Zevran - which Zevran thinks is either brave or stupid, considering how awkwardly he holds himself, and how easy it would be to unbalance him. He frowns down at Zevran, “So why are you here?”

Zevran performs a gusty sigh, imitating an actress who’d once made him laugh in a Rivaini streetshow. “Perhaps you will know me better as the Warden’s paramour.”

Anders’ frown transmutes from suspicion into confusion. “Which warden?”

Zevran laughs, then, honestly, and catches the moment that Anders’ mouth quirks upward in a shadow of a smile when he does. “Aha, I had become so accustomed to there being just two in our travels during the Blight that I have neglected to remember his recent efforts. No, I mean the Warden. Talen Mahariel.”

Anders’ eyebrows hit his hairline at the same moment Sarah dips a hurried curtsy of stained brown skirts. “Oh my word, the commander’s paramour in my kitchen! Oh, everything is such a mess.”

Sarah immediately begins to busy herself with clearing surfaces, apparently at random. Anders looks caught between soothing her and keeping his eye on Zevran, so Zevran spares him the decision, stepping quickly forward and easily around the mage to catch her hands. They’re warm and soft in his, and Sarah stops immediately, eyes widening as she flushes. She, at least, is a more ordinary size, and only slightly taller than Zevran.

“Please, do not stand on ceremony for my sake. I admit I was only drawn here by the scent of fresh bread.” Sarah’s eyes, if possible, widen further, an effect exaggerated by the flour sticking to her cheeks. But then her expression softens, and she gently pulls her hands back.

“Well then! You should have said. Here, sit down. You too, Anders.” Sarah’s tone takes on a distinctly matronly quality when she speaks to the mage, though she can’t have had more than a decade and a half on him in age. Zevran supposes he’s known younger mothers.

Both of them sit at a rough wooden table on simple stools. Over their heads, sunlight spills like honey across the deep stone windowsill. Anders offers Zevran a tight smile, whilst Sarah ducks and opens a heavy iron door in the oven built into the wall. The smell of fresh bread intensifies, savoury sweet and warm on Zevran’s tongue. Sarah hums to herself tunelessly as she fishes out two iron plates from a cupboard, and slices the bread with a soft crunch.

She presents the plates and a clay dish of butter, as well as a tiny clay pot of rock salt, and puts her hands on her hips. Zevran stares at the steam rising in curls from the fresh bread and resists the urge to lick his lips. Sarah bumps Anders’ shoulder with her hips, and moves a hand to muss his hair. “You should have seen this one when he got here. Skinny as an alley cat and led by his nose just as easily.” Anders flushes, and opens his mouth to respond, but Sarah just claps his shoulder hard enough to make him buckle forward. “Go on you two, enjoy yourselves. I’ve got dinner to prepare for a small army.”

Then she turns and moves back to the kitchen, humming as she goes. Zevran pauses before touching his bread, glancing at Anders. He isn’t sure what he’s looking for, but the mage hunches his shoulders defensively, crooked hand frozen with his bread halfway to his mouth. This close Zevran can see that his fingers are littered with scars, and several of the knuckles are out of alignment. He is familiar with the treatment that elicits such effects, but he had not expected to see its marks on a mage. Perhaps Talen was right, and he based too much of what he knew of magic on cheap romances. Zevran had always assumed a mage would stop anyone before they could do such a thing.

“Withholding meals is Templar 101,” Anders mutters, glaring at Zevran defensively, “At least here I don’t get in trouble.”

Several things fall into place. Zevran picks up his bread: the crust is gold and thick, and warm to the touch. He butters it with a generous pat before sprinkling a little salt over the top. Anders watches him with poorly concealed curiosity. Zevran pretends not to notice. “Disciplinary starvation is not uncommon among the Crows.” Zevran offers Anders his first honest smile, and tries not to feel as if he exposing a vulnerable organ. “It seems we have this in common.”

Anders stares at him for a long moment, then, before eventually ducking his head and offering Zevran a hesitant smile in return. Satisfied, Zevran bites into his bread, and lets out a moan that he knows is pornographic. Sarah giggles, and Anders flushes pink across his cheeks, down his long neck and across what areas of his chest are exposed by those truly inviting robes.

Zevran hides his grin in his next bite. Well, Talen had a pet project with the Howe boy. Perhaps some amusement could come of knowing the mage better. It would, at the very least, be a pleasant enough way to pass the time.

[zebra-warrior]

Five things I'm greatful for and then some.

1. My parents. I honestly couldn't ask for a better set of parents than I have. As a kid we didn't have much money. My parents wanted to purchase a nice house to raise me in so I had the best environment to grow up in possible but in choosing the home they did everyting else was very tight but they never made it feel that way. Back in the day when crafting and building things were less expensive than buying them (boy have things changed with crafting) if we didn't have someting they would make it. I remember a lot of my friends would have birthday parties at places like Chuck E. Cheese, Magic Mountain, the Zoo or a skating rink. My parants didn't really have the money to do that and what they had they would have rather spent on a nice present for me so my mom would decorate the house and my dad would go out and mow the grass really short. They would dig holes in the ground and put PVC pipe in the holes that my dad would get at work from the dumpster and turn our back yard into a put put course. They would put up a vollyball net and crochet set and we would use big workshop vice grip clamps and turn them upside down as putters. The house they bought already had a swing set and swimming pool so I would have pool parties and with magic mountain in my own back yard. It was a lot of work but not a lot of money even though to me it felt like they spent a fortune. Everyone always looked forward to my birthday parties as a kid. They were always a bit hit. Not to mentuon sidewalk chalk was someting they also would splurge on so setting up the driveway with lots of fun stuff was something my dad liked to do. He used to like drawing with chalk as much as I did. As I got older they always made things work. When I began getting bullied at school I was switched to a private home school coop. Which my great grandma who was also the best grandma ever paid for knowing my parents couldn't and she couldn't stand seeing me hurt the way I was but my mom would drive me 35 minutes to school, drive almost an hour to work then after work wound drive almost an hour to pick me up and then 35 minutes back home every day for 3 years until I got my driver's license. She was so excited for me to get my license she took me a month early for my T

temps. I told her it was too early and she said it wasn't and whan I got there they said come back next month lol. I never wanted to drive. I was always afraid but she couldn't get me to the BMV fast enough lol. My parents also taught me a lot about the value of money and work ethic and now say they taught me too well because I'm known to shop for several months for something more costly that I need like contact lenses in order to find the best price, all coupons and all rebates and sales available. I got my first job at age 11 and was able to buy my first car myself, pay for college myself without taking out one loan and buy my first home outright and as a foreclosure to remodel and fix up how I wanted it to look. My second car was the only thing I've ever taken out a loan on. When I got sick and OSU tried to put me in a nursing facility my parents offered to help me sell my house and take me back in with open arms so I could be cared for in their home instead of a long term care facility. They still help me to this day cooking for me, driving me to appointments when I can't use transportation services, cleaning and helping me bathe myself. I now pay them rent and utilities as well as half of groceries and personal needs of my dog and myself not because I think for a second they would dump me into a long term care faculty if I didnvt but because it's the right thing to do. This ties in with family but I'm so very greatful and thankful to still have my mom. She was on life support after having her liver cut into during a botched surgery which resulted in a full blown liver rupture. It was the hands down the scariest moment of my life. We weren't sure she would make it and her doctors couldnt even give us that reassurance but she did everyting ahead of schedule and all I had to hold on to was her promise that she wasn't going anywhere. She kept that promises and on the day she was released the nurse that called when she began crashing came into the room shocked she was alive and admitted that she was sure my mom wasn't going to make it and that was the end for her. She was completely amazed my mom was still here. My mom was caught in the battle of her life, a battle she should have never had to fight and now has PTSD because of the experience but she's alive. My mom is here. I know a lot of adults have already lost a parent and I can't imagine the pain. Having my parants bring really the only family members I have a close relationship with and being my caregivers, I don't know what I wouls do without them. I would probably be in some nursing home somewhere without them. With my dad has Autism, though he was able to work, my mom paid bills, did most of the shopping as my dad can't use a debit card. But my mom does most of the money, paperwork and phone call related stuff for him so I can't imagine how life would even be able to continue without her. Or my dad. They both have two totally different rolls and being disabled I need them more than ever so I couldn't be happier this is in the past but couldn't be more upset or had to happen to begin with. In Ohio doctors are protected against medical malpractice and though she almost lost her life and will have life long physical complications and likely somewhat shorter of a life due to these complications she will never get the revenge she deserves and the doctor didn't even get a slap on the hand for what he did to her body and with now having PTSD, her mind.

2. Maggie: This dog has rolled with the punches and adapted flawlessly. She's my best friend and fur daughter. She picked up cardiac alert from my last baby Sandy and took to training to be able to use that ability as a career line a champ. I have seen her blossom from the puppy from heck. (no offend Ma-mag) but she would literally rip wallpaper off the wall with her teeth, it took 8 months to housebreak her and there was no such thing as no in her dictionary. She got into everything but I've since learned that was only because she was so intelligent and always curious because once she began training she excelled and grew into the most trusting and obedient dog I've ever had. Not only that but she thrived on structure. When working she walks on the leash beside me just fine but when I put her on my lap at that point nothing can stop her. She sits up all straight, sticks her chest out and thinks her poop doesn't smell. My lap is her thrown. I don't mind because she can alert just as well up there as she can waking, if not better because she doesnt have to try as hard to get my attention in loud and busy places. Not only is she obedient but when she's not formally working, even at 8 years old she's still very playfil and silly, always doing things to make me laugh or my heart melt. She's a velcro dog so I've always got a snuggle buddy and someone to keep me warm and my face coated in a layer if dog spit lol. I got her the day before I got my first pacemaker and she was the first one to sit at my bedside when I came out if surgery for my second one. As I went from a much closer to healthy individual who would take her on long walks and when stuck in a terrible relationship I would walk she and Sandy some days for several hours a day, sitting around the pond eating snacks, going into every store in walking distance that allowed pets and exploring the neighborhood to much sicker, in a chair with her only real walks occurring when she worked outside the home and a much more stagnant lifestyle Maggie never loved me any less, if anyting she loved me more because to my surprise she fell in love with my wheelchair and head over hills for my powerchair. When I turn my power chair on it makes a chiming sound and whan she hears that sound she makes a mad dash for the room I'm in begging for a ride. In her mind these changes in my life had made me no less the mommy to her as I was before. She is one person (yes I will call her a person) who I can count on to always love me no matter what. If it wasn't for her, I don't think I woukd he here. This conditon has made me want to go to bed and not wake up more than once and she's saved me every time and I can't thank her enough for being such a good girl.

3. My neighbor Pam has been my neighbor since I was 5 years old so she's been in my life most of my life and much more than any family member outside my household has ever been. She's basically my aunt or a second mom to me. As a kid she helped in reaching me the value of money and hard work my giving me my first two jobs at age 11. She has me clean her primates cages and prepare food for them not only teaching me the values of good, hard work but further fostering my love for animals. She's always had the primates as well as dogs and cats I would take care of when she was out of town. I was the first kid I knew to have a real job even if it was part time. It wasn't much later that I began babysitting her grandson who even now that he's grown and I no longer talk to him, I think if him as a little brother to me. He was the most well behaved kid I ever babysat and boy was it an eye opener when I started babysitting a lot of other kids in the neighborhood and saw how some kids can really act lol. Pam has always been there for me and my family. She would take me on summer trips sometimes like I remeber a trip to Wyndot Lake that really was a blast and she has always treated me like family. We have a key to her house and she has one to ours. When I got to the age I could stay home alone I never woried too much about if I couldnt find my key or the screen door was locked because I always knew she was just a short walk away if I needed help. She watchs our houses and we watch hers contacting each other if we see anyone or anyting unusual. She comes over each year for Christmas dinner and will occasionally surprise my parents by bringing over a soup she made or some cookies she baked and last summer sent a Chimney Sweep to our house because she knew my mom needed a break and we like to have fires in the winter but haven't had our Chimney cleaned in a while. For my 16th birthday she took my awe dry car to her business at the airport to clear coat it with the same material used to clear coat jets and whan I got sick I didn't have to worry because she is always nearby. Before I got transportation services she was always willing to drive me to my medical appointments and with Corona, she helped with shopping. Over the summer we could pick anyone in our family to go on a trip to the zoo with us my dad's last year of work and we chose my neighbors and had a great time. We may not be family by blood but my neighbor is my family. Not many people are lucky enough to have a neighbor they get along with or even care for yet ours is closer than extended family and for that I'm thankful.

4. My home. I couldn't be more lucky when my parents bought this house. It's almost as if they knew that when I grew up I would be in a chair. We live in a one story floor plan with a kitchen. That has an island in the middle so if I have someting I hand its still easy to just grab the counter and zip around in a circle to any part of the kitchen I need to get to. Before the passing of my grandma, she used a walker and wheelchair so my dad had already installed a ramp in our garage so I went into this journey with access to my home. My home is also set up so my dad found easily set up a ramp onto the back porch. I have always had a large bedroom, bigger than most people I know. It's similar in size to a master bedroom and being in a chair, thats very much a necessity now. In a chair you need a lot more room to navigate an area efficiently. Of course my home is far from perfect. The bathrooms are much too small to be truly accessable so I have to make due with what I have and my bathroom. Needs despiratly to be remodeled. Unfortunatly the bath tub that was put into my bathroom could quite possibly be the most unexcwssable bathtub for someone in a wheelchair in existence. I don't have a pull down closet nor do I have pull down cabinets in the kitchen or appliances I can easily use. I don't have a stove that rises and lowers or countertops that are at my height it an elevating powerchair to be able to reach those areas. Even the microwave is a Hazzard but as far as manuverability we have that. I can access every too. In our home except our basement and one part of a bathroom we have. It would be easier to menuvour here if my parants didn't have so mucb stuff and such big bulky furniture it I think that's also part of living with my parents. They have more life experience and more stuff but it's doable. Not everyone is lucky enough. After becoming disabled to have a home that's usable or has porential. Many were forced to move after getting sick or disabled. I was forced to move out of my home but my parents home is usable and I can't be more happy for this home.

5. Doctor Joseph and his staff. I went 30 years of my life unable to get help for this condition slowely robbing more and more from my body. When I came across Dr Joseph they were something I had never seen in the medical community. This was all new to me. I entered into a facility of four of the most caring and compassionate individuals I've ever encountered. I finally found a doctor who specializes in my conditon and he was just over a half hour away. But only was he familliar with the disease but also the comorbidities, Misconceptions, PTSD we have all faced from others who hold some form of medical degree and how we likely have no one to advocate for us and we have been on our own literally fighting through the pain and suffering. For appropriate medical treatment to only be dealt more pain and suffering. When he took me on I was the sickest I've ever been in my life and I so much pain I frankly can't believe I hadn't taken my life much before even hearing about him not only did he take me on as a patient knowing how big of a project I would be after over 200 doctors in the past saw me and just pushed me off but he never gave up, hasn't given up and I don't see him giving up on me in the future. His staff has fought tooth and nail with insurance companies on my behalf, files formal complaints about hospital care for me, brought me in on days they were fully booked to try to help me and spent weekends and holidays on the phone with my mom and the hospital angerly fighting with them to do the right thing and provide appropriate care. They may have not listened to him, learned to hate him and failed me terribly but at least I can't say my doctor and his staff didn't try. His wife came in on her day off to fight with my insurance company and they have helped me find the right goverment officials to contact with problems. The goverment officials may not have done anything but again, at least I can say they tried and that says a lot about a doctor. I. Not on the best treatment and the battle still continues to get me into a surgeon, gst testing completed and fight for more than the fifth or sixth best medication. They treat me no different than they would treat their own family members and that is something I've never seen in a doctor. I have seen improvement. It may not be as much as they would like but every bit of improovment is because the continue to fight to me, continue to teach me to advocate for myself and refuse to give up on me just because I'm a complicated case. I couldn't thank his office more for what they have done and continue to do each day.

I know that's five but just to list a few, I'm thankful for my late dog Sandy, my late Great Grandma, nature and other non harmful animals that cross my path, my local church, my online friends and the availability of support groups, the internet, with the virus I'm thankful for the new door that has opened for those of us who are homebound with all of these vertual tours and other New online resources that open the world up to us from our beds and couches, that I still have my mind, my manual and powerchair as I would have no way to access anyting, including my own house without them, the nice days after the ground has dried up and I'm able to roll around my yard and around the garden. To re-establish a love for crafting. My cricut and sewing machine and mich more. So just because there are things I'm very upset with in this world doesn't mean there aren't things I'm thankful for.

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[everyonesastar]

I have been watching your blog for awhile now and your stories are really good. I especially like the protective Buster. I've actually been meaning to ask for a request, but I wasnt sure. But I was wondering if you could do a story about Buster, where he is so busy helping his friends and working on his new theater that he kind of forgets about his health, like eating and sleeping, like he turns into a workaholic and Rosita and the gang starts to worry. Just wondering. Love your stories

Hmm, I’m going to try and think of how to make this creative, im sorry if this isn’t my best..but still i hope you enjoy it! Also thanks!

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Buster had been drowning in his struggles with his new theatre, paying loads of bills that had been coming in and dealing with the construction workers who were now building some rehearsal and make up rooms. He had to plan a party along with that as well, the grand re-opening party he had only been planning for a few weeks without a thought of what could happen with theatre until now.

He would also need new props and equipment for shows, including backdrops. How come he didn’t think of all of this at the start? He grumbled while sitting at his desk while Eddie looked at the list of what Buster was desperately going to need. 

“Dang Buster….you sure you’re not going to need..” Eddie paused while noticing his friend was asleep, he wasn’t getting much sleep. He decided to not wake him up and left the office quietly.

A few hours or so, the gang had been waiting for Buster to get out of his office because they all had agreed to help with the party. “Is the guy ever going to come out of his office or is he livin’ in it?” Mike said while crossing his arms. “For once I am agreeing with you Mike, when is he going to come out of there? The party is this weekend isn’t it?” Johnny asked.

“I think so..” Meena mumbled, it seemed like the gang was worried about Buster, they hadn’t received any social interactions with him except for when the new theatre had opened. They tried to get a reach of him through the phone which he did answer,but they weren’t long phone calls…

“Maybe we should all just go pay him a visit in his office” Rosita suggested and watched the others agree, so they began to walk to his office

“Hey Eddie, you know where Buster’s office is?” Ash asked “Yeah but, I don’t think you should go in there now…” “But we have to plan the big party this weekend, no?” Gunter said. “Yes but, he’s just really busy right now…so maybe tomorrow?” Eddie said with a slight shrug.

The gang left, but they still wondered on what they were going to do with Buster being so busy with whatever was bothering him.

He jolted awake, not realizing he had fallen asleep. He checked his watch quickly and rubbed his eyes. He checked the time again, he had slept for at least more than four hours.

He looked through the papers on his desk, where was it? He looked everywhere in his office until he spotted his check book on the floor “Thank God” He said before bursting out of his office. “Mr. Moon?” Mrs.Crawley asked. “Don’t worry Mrs.Crawley! Just paying Judith a visit!” Buster yelled while running past a few construction workers on the way.

“Alright! I’m here to pay for some of the bills and put some money in my account!” “Finally, first time in a while that you’ve done this, though Mr. Moon, you’re late to paying one of the bills which means I could charge you a little extra….” Judith grinned at the thought.

“Judith not now please, I still need equipment and costumes and-” “Fine! I’ll….be nice” She said it as if the word ‘nice’ burned her skin. “T-Thank you so much Judith! You won’t regret this!” Buster said while quickly running out.

“Lets hope not” Judith said while rolling her eyes.

He raced back to the theatre, “Wow! That was a fast visit!” Mrs.Crawley exclaimed “Y-Yep now time to…” He paused. “Gosh! I forgot to help with the partying planning today!” He said hitting his head before sitting back at his desk. 

“You also forgot your lunch with Eddie this morning or any lunch or dinner’s before that Mr. Moon” Mrs.Crawley said. “I forgot to eat? I forgot to go plan?” He whispered to himself, was this all too much for him? Should he just quit?

“Are you alright Mr. Moon?” Mrs.Crawley asked while opening the door to his office “Honestly, I don’t know.” He paused while laying his head on his desk, “b-but hey…how about you go head home? You need sleep too!” Buster said while looking u[ and forcing a smile. “Alright Mr. Moon! See you tomorrow!” She said while closing the door.

He laid his head back down, he slowly felt himself dozing off-

Music began to play loudly from something on his desk, it had the song ‘Call Me Maybe’ playing. He jolted from how sudden it was and searched for what it could be coming from. His phone, of course, “H-Hello? Who’s this?” Buster asked. 

“Just me buddy, anyways, I looked on your list of what you need to do and saw you still needed music?” Eddie mumbled, he sounded tired as well. “Oh god…i forgot abut the music equipment…” Buster said with an aggravated sigh. “Don’t worry, I have some good news about it. Anyways lucky for the both of us, I know how to operate that kind of equipment, so I purchased it for you and got some samples of music for it as well…” He paused noticing Buster had remained quiet.

“Uh? Buster?” “EDDIE! YOU’RE A LIFE SAVER!” Buster yelled into the phone,it sounded as if he was running around. “Hey, no problem…anyways um…shouldn’t you be getting some sleep?” Eddie said while yawning a little.  “Your right…and you should be sleeping as well! Anyways see you tomorrow Eddie!” Buster said while slamming the phone on his desk, that probably wasn’t the proper way to hang up a phone…

“Ouch…” Eddie whispered before Buster actually successfully hung up the phone while whispering “Sorry” to his friend. He probably shouldn’t have gotten a new phone…

But finally Buster could cross a few things off of his to-do list, ‘pay the bills’ and ‘music equipment’. Then he could finally get some sleep…

He woke up to the sounds of construction going on down below him. “Mrs.Crawley! What time is it?” Buster asked “It’s 3:45 Mr.Moon!” “Have I missed anything?” “Lunch and maybe planning time for your-” Buster ran out of his office and downstairs, it was only a matter of time before he’d miss it.

He saw them all leaving the theatre and yelled for them, “W-Wait! I-I’m…” He stood on the stage to catch his breath. “I’m here!” “Well finally! You’ve missed two of these weird meetings and I honestly cant stand them any longer.” Mike grumbled.

“S-Sorry! But hey! Now you can all tell me what you’re thinking of for the big party!” Buster said. “Ok…anyways we were thinking of making things a little easier by just performing songs ourselves so we can keep the guests occupied …” Johnny mumbled.

“That’s great! I’d love that!” Buster said while Rosita passed him some water, he looked exhausted. “Also I have some cool decorations and balloons!” Gunter said while pulling some samples out of his bag. He even blew up a balloon, “Isn’t this great? No?” Gunter asked “Ya! Thats good!” Buster said with a surprised look.

“Hmm, now what about food and drinks?” Buster asked. “We….Well you see…we haven’t gotten to talk about that part yet….” Meena mumbled, this wasn’t good seeing how today was Friday and tomorrow would be…

“Oh….d-don’t worry! I’ll just um…” Buster felt himself getting more nervous and stressed, he felt like he could pass out at this moment. “Buster? Are you ok?” Rosita asked “I dont think so..he’s looking really pale..” Ash said while walking up to Rosita.

“Mr. Moon?” Johnny said before they all saw him fall on the floor with a thud, he blacked out.

“And now I think he’s dead” Mike said while staring at Buster’s body on the floor.

A few minutes had passed, they were all unsure on calling an ambulance or not but his pulse was there. “Ok guys, I think he’s waking up!” Rosita exclaimed as the others surrounded her.

He was, his eyes began to open up a little. “Wait..what?” Buster said, he was confused out of his mind on what had happened. “Buster, you alright dude? You kinda passed out not too long ago..” Ash asked “You mean I fell asleep?” Buster asked.

“In a way..” Johnny mumbled. “Yeah we all thought you were dead for a second there” Mike said while snickering a little.

“Buster, just tell us all one thing…what’s going on?” Rosita asked, they’ve all been concerned about him…he was never around. Buster sighed “just….” He paused “It’s nothing to worry about! I promise!” Buster said getting up off of the ground.

“Buster come on, you just blacked out, we aren’t going to stop asking until you tell us.” Johnny said. Buster felt nervous, would they get mad?

“Fine…” He sighed and began to explain everything, why he had been so cooped up in his office the past few weeks, why he probably blacked out due to his health at the moment, and why he was unavailable all the time.

They didn’t know what to say or do for their stressed friend, “Buster…we’re so sorry…” Meena whispered. “N-No! It’s not any of your guys fault! It’s just..things are getting harder than i thought….” He mumbled. “Is there anything we can do for you?” Rosita asked.

“I’ll be fine, I just need to eat and sleep is all..” Buster said grinning a little. “Ok! We’ll leave you to it Mr.Moon! Tomorrow is going to be great!” Rosita said, there was an idea forming in her head. The gang was confused by her smile but decided to go along with it as well, as long as he got better they’d all be alright.

Buster was confused as well, but before he knew it Eddie was pushing him towards his office. “You’re going to get some sleep and you’re going to eat, alright?” “But Eddie” “No! You have to! I even ordered that Chinese food you like and you need to eat it ok?” Eddie said while sitting Buster down on pillows that were on the ground.

“Now here” Eddie said while handing Buster a bag filled with the Chinese take out Eddie had gotten him. “Now, stay here ok? Mrs.Crawley will be watching over you…” Eddie said while approaching the door “Wait you’re leavin-” But before Buster could even finish his sentence, Eddie has already left with the door closed.

“Thanks…” Buster mumbled before eating his food.

“Alright guys let’s think, what are we going to do?” Ash asked “No need to think thanks to a friend of mine” Rosita said with a small grin, they were now totally confused.

Eddie walked out with the list of Buster’s “To-Do’s” “Here you go Rosita” Eddie mumbled. “Thanks! How did you get it without him noticing?” She asked “Food is a very good distraction” Eddie said smiling a little.

“Alright, decorations and props….thats basically what we’re capable of doing on this list, also since we’re having a party, Meena and me will be doing food while you guys can go pick out decorations, though I think Mike should handle that one since he hasn’t really been participating…” Rosita said smirking.

“Oh you gotta be kiddin’ me” Mike grumbled while the others snickered. “And Ash and Johnny, you both can make props and other equipment needed, Gunter, once they’re done with making them, you will paint them and you will be making backdrops as well!” Rosita said smiling.

“Also Eddie, I’m sure you know some things about electricity? It seems here on the list that the lights need to be fixed and replaced. Could you do that?” Rosita asked. “Sure why not, if I can operate music and lights then im sure i can fix some..” Eddie said with a shrug. “Thanks! Now everyone, lets get to work!” Rosita said before they all had left the stage.

After a few long hours that were filled with work, they had finished their plan. Meena and Rosita stored the food at Rosita’s house and Johnny, Ash, and Gunter brought the finished props and backdrops. Mike picked decent decorations as well and returned with them, “This is all so amazing guys! Also Eddie, how are those lights going?” Meena asked. 

“I think” Eddie paused for a second while hitting the wall, and saw as the light stopped flickering. “I think they’re all finished! I also brought in the music equipment while you all were gone.” “Good job! Now we need to put up the decorations Mike got and the backdrops, then we can just head home and get ready for tomorrow. Got it gang?” Rosita said.

“Yes Ma’am!” Johnny said while he and Ash put the props in a closet backstage. 

They all began doing their duties, though mike had some trouble with the decorations, thankfully there was Meena who helped out. Majority of the gang helped with putting up the backdrop that was surprisingly heavy, but within minutes, they were done.

“Alright, its time to go home guys…tomorrow’s a big day! Remember, wear something nice ok?” Rosita said as they all exited the theatre.

Buster woke up slowly, unusual seeing how he always jolted up.His stomach wasn’t empty as it had been recently, he felt satisfied.He got up and out of his office, he felt so awful for not doing anything the other day with the party, he headed out onto the stage.

He was surprised at what stood before him, “Wha-Guys?” He said in disbelief. “Hi Buster! Did you get any sleep?” Rosita asked while the others smiled, they wore dresses and vests, they looked amazing. “You all look great! The stage does as well! Everything in this room looks great! How did you do it?” Buster asked, he looked so amazed.

“Well if we didn’t have Rosita around, this would’ve never happened.” Ash said while crossing her arms. “Well thank you so much Rosita and you all” Buster said smiling, then there was a noise heard. “What was that?” He asked “Well, good thing you woke up, thats the guests….Mrs.Crawley, let them in will you?” Eddie yelled.

“Alright Mr.Noodleman!” Mrs Crawley said while opening the front door.

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The End!

This one took so long for me come up because had no ideas, so I mixed it up a little, I hope you enjoy it anon!