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rjhpandapaws · 4 years ago

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A Cup of Something Better

Ch 12: A Weekend with Sumo

Connor was excited to be staying over at Hank’s to help with Sumo. Friday night they didn’t get up to a whole lot. Connor arrived around seven; fed Sumo, took him for a walk and then fell asleep on the couch. When Connor woke up Saturday morning he saw he had a good night text from Hank that he had missed, so before he got up for the day he sent a reply.

Connor: Good morning Hank :) I hope you had a good flight.

Sumo heard him move and sat up enough to rest his big head on the couch. Connor smiled and reached out to pet his head, “Good morning to you too bud. Let’s get you some breakfast. A little later we’ll go to the park.” The Saint Bernard perked up at the word ‘breakfast’ and made a b-line for the kitchen. Connor couldn’t help but let out a slight chuckle and got up to follow the excited dog. He fed Sumo and went about making his own breakfast. He’d been surprised to find the note on the counter last night that had said Hank had bought groceries so he wouldn’t have to worry about it. Connor had planned to go grocery shopping today. He got out what he would need for French Toast and started cooking. When Sumo finished his breakfast he came to sit beside Connor and begged for scraps. It didn’t take long for Connor to give in, he tore off a chunk of piece of bread and gave it to Sumo after he had followed the signed command to lay down. It was going to be a long weekend if Connor didn’t get over his puppy eye weakness soon.

He finished making his breakfast and put the dirty dishes in the sink. He made his way to the dining room table and Sumo followed close behind in hopes of getting more scraps. Connor took a seat at the table and Sumo placed his big head in Connor’s lap and stared up at him with wide sad brown eyes. “I can’t feed you anymore or your dad will get mad at me.” Sumo let out a huff, “I’m sorry. I just don’t want to make you sick or get in trouble.” Sumo let out another huff and inched his big body closer to Connor. The brunette had tried his best to ignore him, but by the time breakfast had ended Connor had given Sumo two more bites of bread and an bite of scrambled eggs. His weak will once again crumbling under the weight of Sumo’s puppy eyes. “No more for the rest of the weekend.” he told the dog as he did the dishes. Sumo just boofed at him, they both knew he was lying. He let Sumo out to go to the bathroom, and when he came back inside Connor settled on the couch to get some studying done, he wanted to get ahead on his classes. It was early afternoon when he decided to pack Sumo into Hank’s car and headed for the park. It was nice out and Connor had plans to stay for a few hours or at least until Sumo wanted to go home.

He found a place to park, grabbed the toys he brought for Sumo and got out. He walked around the car, put the lead on Sumo and let him out of the car. They walked around the park for a couple of laps. Sumo stopped on the path just as curious about the green eyed black cat on a walking harness and lead as Connor was. The man attached to the cat cleared his throat. “Pretty cool huh?” The man said with a smile to his voice, “You can take a picture if you want. Also, I love your dog.” Connor took out his phone and snapped a picture of the cat while the stranger did the same with Sumo. It was one of those moments of a picture being taken only seconds before disaster. The black cat had soon decided that she’d had enough of having a big dog in her face and sat back on her haunches to smack Sumo in the face. Once was all it took for Sumo to cower behind Connor, who was doing his best not to laugh as he tried to soothe him by petting his head. He heard the stranger begin to lecture his cat. “God Franklyn, why are you always such a bitch? This is why you have no friends.” Connor looked up to find him holding the cat in his hands so that they were eye level while he lectured her. A reverse Lion King king of thing, “He was just trying to say hello.”

With his cat sufficiently lectured, he turned his attention to Connor, “I’m so sorry about that.” Connor shook his head with a slight smile, “It’s no problem. You didn’t know she was going to do that.” “Fair enough.” The stranger conceded. They both moved on with their walks. Sumo crossed over to the other side of Connor when they had to pass Franklyn. When they had finished their walk and Connor had found a bench to relax at, he sent the picture to Hank.

Connor: I hope you are having a good day :)

Hank <3: It’s going about as good as one of these can Hank <3: I have to leave in a few and I’ll be hit and miss for the rest of the day.

Connor: Alright. Connor: Good luck with your speech! :P

Connor put his phone away and played fetch with Sumo until the Saint Bernard came to lay at his feet and refused to give up the tennis ball. They stayed at the bench until Sumo was willing to move. Then they headed back to the house. Now that he wasn’t as exhausted and he had the time, Connor cleaned up his makeshift bed from the living room and moved his things to the guest room. When that was finished he looked through the fridge and got things out to start on a late lunch. He decided to make a grilled turkey sandwich and Sumo stuck close to his side to beg for scraps.

“I’m not supposed to give you people food.” He said when he glanced down at Sumo, “Your dad will get upset with me and I won’t be allowed to come stay with you anymore.” Connor didn’t actually believe Hank would be that strict with it, but he needed some kind of outside motivator not to feed Sumo. He finished making the sandwich and moved to the dining table with Sumo all but underfoot. The moment he sat down the Saint Bernard glued himself to Connor and begged for food. Connor did his best not to look at him because he knew the moment he looked down it would all be over and Sumo would be getting some turkey. Lunch passed without an incident which gave Connor’s bride a boost. The brunette spent the next couple hours working on Sign Commands with Sumo. He went over the ones he already knew and tried to get him to learn the ones from last week. When evening rolled around Connor fed Sumo and started cooking spaghetti for himself. When it was done he sent a picture of it Hank as well as one of Sumo who was waiting for him by the dining table. Dinner passed without Connor giving in, mostly because of the fact that he knew dogs couldn’t have tomatoes. After dinner was done and the dishes were cleaned Connor sat on the couch with Sumo sprawled out beside him. He clicked onto the profile Hank had made for him on his Netflix and found a true crime show to watch. He got absorbed in it and continued to absently pet Sumo.

He was scared out of his half asleep stupor by his phone ringing. Both he and Sumo jolted upright, and the large dog let out a single loud bark as Connor dug around for his phone. When he found it he was surprised to see Hank’s name on the screen. He blew through his shock and answered it immediately. “Hank?” Connor asked in a rush, “Is everything okay?” “Connor?” Hank slurred. He’d been drinking apparently and was either already drunk or well on his way there. “ ‘Nor ar’ya there?” “I’m here Hank.” He reached out to calm Sumo who was still agitated from earlier, “What’s wrong?” Connor hated to immediately assume that something was wrong, but he couldn’t think of a positive reason as to why Hank would be calling him of all people while drunk. “Ezra is here.” Hank said surprisingly clear, “She’s th’ key fuckin speaker. They’re hav’n me intr’duce my own ex fiance.” Ah, so that was the problem. Hank’s excitement over getting invited to speak at the convention had gotten over shadowed by a ghost from his past. A ghost he still had feelings for if the drunken phone call was anything to go by. Connor buried the hurt that was threatening to pry his chest open and spoke, praying his voice was level when he did. They were only friends, if Hank still loved Ezra that was none of his business. “You’re just introducing her right?” He said slowly so that Hank would have an easier time understanding him, “If you don’t have to talk to her, just introduce her and be on your way. That would be the easiest way to do it.”

Hank hummed on the other end of the line and Connor couldn’t tell if it was because he was thinking or because he was having problems staying awake, “That shoul’ work. I jus’ hope she’ll stay away fr’m me.” So it wasn’t left over feelings. The relief that flooded Connor’s chest was closely followed by guilt. Something about this situation had pushed Hank to drink. As much as he wanted to ask about it, he wouldn’t because Hank wasn’t in a state to give a coherent answer and it was none of his business. Who Ezra was and what she had done didn’t matter right now. All that mattered was helping Hank get through it. “How was the convention today?” Connor asked in hopes of distracting Hank. “It was good. I didn’t have to talk to day s’ I listened to a few of the others ‘nd walked around.” Hank let out another hum that sounded a little more tired than the first, it was nearing midnight in Michigan so Connor could relate, “What did you an’ Sumo do today?” Connor smiled as he pet Sumo. “We went to the park and met a cat named Franklyn as well as the person that belongs to her. Played fetch for a little bit and then came back home. I tried teaching him the Sign Commands again and that went about as well as you would expect.” He heard Hank give a soft sound on the other end of the line. “Now we’re watching tv and talking with you.” Connor turned his head away from the phone to muffle a yawn.

Hank let out another tired hum, “Alright I’mma go t’ sleep. I’m g’na be fuckin hungover tomorrow.” “Sleep well Hank.” Connor said with a slight smile. “You too Con.” Hank responded before hanging up. Connor stared blankly at the tv for a few moments before he stood up to let Sumo out. His thoughts kept cycling back to Ezra. What had she done, that just introducing her would prompt Hank to drink himself into a stupor? Something had to have happened. Hank, according to his own words, had been doing better; only having a glass or two of whiskey on the good nights. So something had brought him to this, and Connor couldn’t be there to help. Sumo pulled Connor out of his head by brushing up against him when he walked back into the house. Connor shut the door behind Sumo and sighed as he headed to get ready for bed. He had work Monday morning and his classes started Tuesday evening, so this was his last weekend to relax. When he was ready for bed he climbed into the guest bed and invited Sumo up with him. His worried kept him awake for a while, but Sumo’s snoring soothed him into a light sleep. Despite his late night, Connor found himself awake early Sunday morning. He stayed in bed and stared at the ceiling until Sumo decided it was time to get up. He let Sumo out and put the food in his dish while he was outside. When that was done and he was waiting for Sumo to come inside he texted Hank.

Connor: Good morning Hank Connor: Don’t forget to drink water and take some pain pills Connor: You had a rough night :)

Sumo came back inside so Connor shut the door and put his food dish down. With Sumo taken care of Connor got started on his own breakfast, a veggie omelet with cheese and a couple slices of toast. Sumo finished his breakfast and came to sit beside Connor while he cooked. Connor looked down at Sumo with a slight smile. “You got over here too late bud. There isn’t anything for me to give you.” He said as he got back to cooking. They went through the usual breakfast routine of Connor eating and Sumo pressed as close as possible begging for food. He caved and gave Sumo a couple of bites of his omelet. They sat on the couch and watched tv for a couple of hours. Connor was getting ready to take Sumo for a walk when his phone chimed from his pocket.

Hank <3: I am SO sorry Connor! Hank <3: I don’t remember much of last night, but I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable.

Connor: Don’t worry about it :) Connor: You just needed some company Connor: It happens to the best of us

Hank <3: Thanks Con Hank <3: Have a good rest of your day

Connor: You too Hank :)

Connor put Sumo on his lead and headed out the door. He let Sumo take charge since he probably knew his way around the neighborhood better than Connor did. They were out for about an hour and both he and Sumo flopped onto the couch. Connor turned the tv on and stayed like that until his body decided it was time to have lunch. He give Sumo a little extra food as well to keep him occupied while Connor cooked. He decided on having a grilled tuna wrap and tomato soup. He had the soup on one burner and the innards for his wrap on the other. As soon as Sumo finished eating he came to lean against Connor’s leg as he cooked. He looked down at Sumo and smiled. “This isn’t for you bud.” Connor said in a gentle tone, “You’ve already had your lunch, this is mine.” Sumo huffed at him and Connor laughed quietly. He finished cooking the insides for his wrap and put them in the tortilla, rolled it and then took the time to cook the outside as well before he put it on the plate. He checked the soup and added a little more seasoning before putting some into a bowl. He headed to the table with Sumo close on his tail as usual. He managed to make it through lunch without feeding Sumo. He did the dishes and put the left over soup away. Connor would make something for dinner to go with it. After lunch he tried to teach Sumo the Sign Commands again. It went a little better today, he seemed to finally recognize a couple of them. They did that for a couple hours before Sumo gave up and laid down. Connor put the tv back on and stayed like that until Sumo decided it was dinner time.

Connor let the large dog out then got his food ready and set the dish on the counter. He messaged Hank to check in.

Connor: Just checking in! Connor: I hope your speech went well :)

Sumo came back in and Connor put his dish down. Connor was feeling pretty exhausted from his long night and decided that reheating the soup from lunch would be good enough. He put the remaining portion in a bowl and put that in the microwave to cook. Sumo came to lean against him again and Connor reached down to pet him. “No cooking tonight bud, I’m not feeling it.” He said and Sumo huffed not seeming to mind all that much since he was getting attention. He grabbed a spoon when the microwave went off and took the bowl to the table. Sumo made a passive attempt at begging but Connor didn’t feed him. Hank had sent a reply by the time Connor had finished dinner.

Hank <3: Thank you! The speech went well :)

Connor: That’s great

Hank <3: How was your day?

Connor: Pretty good Connor: We went for a walk and practiced commands again Connor: I have work in the morning though, so I’m going to call it a night

Hank <3: Sleep well

Connor: You too Hank :)

He let Sumo out one last time before he got ready for bed. He set his alarm for early the next morning so he wouldn’t have to rush. He wouldn’t have to call a cab either he had permission to use Hank’s car. tomorrow would be a busy day; he had work in the morning, then around three-thirty he would need to leave so he could be on time to the airport to pick up Hank. He climbed into bed, Sumo hopped up beside him and it didn’t take him ling after that to fall asleep. His alarm went off at its set time and he was glad it was set to a softer song, he didn’t think he could handle one of Sumo’s full volume barks first thing in the morning. He got up and got dressed for work. He let Sumo out, fed him, and made a couple pieces of toast for breakfast. Sumo stared at him with wide eyes like usual, begging for toast and Connor chuckled. “You’ll beg for anything, won’t you bud.” He said with a smile curling at his lips, “I’m not gonna share this with you, I need the energy for work.” Sumo just huffed and oved closer. Connor finished his toast and showed Sumo his empty hands. The big dog huffed again and headed for the living room. Connor finished getting ready for work, let Sumo out one last time, and then texted Hank before he left.

Connor: Have a safe flight. I’ll be there to pick you up when you land :)

The drive to work was relatively uneventful. He turned the radio on and nearly scared the soul out of his body when heavy metal rolled to life out of the speakers. He turned the radio off as soon as he collected himself enough to move and drove the rest of the way in silence. His shift went by without incident. Macchiato Guy came in, and Connor was reminded of the guy from the park who had been walking his cat. Richard also came in so that was pretty nice. When he got off work, he drove back to Hank’s house and let Sumo out as soon as he got back. He made himself a quick lunch by microwaving what was left of the spaghetti. After he ate he did the dishes, pack his things and cleaned up around the house so it looked neat again. When it came close to time to leave he put his bag in the trunk and then went back to grab Sumo. He was pretty sure Hank would be excited to see Sumo when he got back. Before he left he messaged Hank again.

Connor: On my way! See you soon.

He didn’t expect a reply and he didn’t get one. The plan they had come up with was that Connor would pick Hank up at the airport, then drive back to his complex, and from there Hank would drive himself home. Sumo laid down in the back seat and the drive was quiet. He drove around for a bit until he found a parking place that was somewhat close to where Hank had said his exit gate was. He messaged Hank and cracked the windows for Sumo while they waited.

Connor: I’m here :) let me know when you land.

Connor turned in the driver’s seat so he could pet Sumo and passed the time that way. It didn’t feel like all that long before his phone went off. Hank had sent a picture of his baggage claim trolley as well as one of the marked entrances near him. Connor was pretty proud of his self for managing to park relatively close.

Hank <3: Just waiting on bags Hank <3: You can come in if you want

Connor smiled at his phone. He cracked the windows a little more, told Sumo to stay and made his way inside. He followed the signs until he found the one that matched the picture on his phone. He found Hank pretty easily after that, due to his unique taste in shirts. “How was California?” Connor asked once he had gone to stand beside Hank. “You know, most people start with hello, right?” Hank shot hack but smiled at Connor anyway, “It was good. How was Sumo?” “He was good. He seemed to like that I didn’t have anywhere to be for two days.” Connor replied as the trolley started up, “He was very cuddly.” “I’ll bet he was.” Hank said half heartedly with most of his attention now on the baggage trolley as he looked for his. Connor looked too, though he wasn’t much help since he didn’t know what the bag looked like and Hank was too focused to answer him when he asked.

It took about ten minutes to get the bag and once they had it they headed for the car. Watching as Hank lit up when he saw Sumo was what made Connor’s day. Hank rushed to put his bag in the trunk and then opened the back passenger side door so he could shower the massive dog with affection. It seemed like Hank had missed Sumo as much as the big dog had missed him. “Surprise.” Connor said with a broad grin. Hank straightened up so he could look at Connor over the roof of the car, “You’re the best.” Connor ducked his head and smiled as he opened the driver’s side door, “I figured you’d like to see him without having to wait until you got home.” He heard Hank close Sumo’s door and it was a short time later before he got in, “Thanks for that Con.” Connor smiled and pulled out of the parking spot, “It’s no problem Hank.” They fell into a comfortable silence after that. Connor had a million questions about the convention, but Hank didn’t look like he wanted to talk about it. There was still something heavy in his eyes despite his best efforts to make it seem like everything was alright. Part of Connor wanted to press, but now wasn’t the time to be nosey. If Hank wanted him to know, he would have told him. They arrived at Connor’s apartment complex about a half hour later and the brunette parked in his rarely used space. “Thanks for letting me look after Sumo.” He said, turning to Hank with a kind smile, “I’ll do it again whenever you need me to.”

“I should be thanking you Con,” Hank argued. “The trip was so much easier knowing that he was in good hands.” “I’m glad I could help.” Connor replied before they both got out. Hank made his way to the driver’s side and Connor walked around the car to say his goodbye to Sumo before he grabbed his bag. He waved to Hank one last time before he headed up to his apartment. He unpacked his things, got what he would need for his classes together, and decided to veg out on the couch a bit before bed. After a couple of hours he decided to call it a night early again so he would have enough energy for his work and classes tomorrow. He sent a good night text to Hank.

Connor: Good night :)

Hank <3: Sleep well Con.

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mandareeboo · 5 years ago

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If you don't mind me asking. Have you seen the new season of Carmen Sandiego Netflix?

I know I’m waaaay late on this and season 2 dropped fucking forever ago but I finally got off my butt and watched it and WHOO BOY I loved every dang minute of it!! I made a bullet point list for you but it kind of turned redundant so idk if ya’ll’ll get anything out of it but here she is!

Shadow-san and his brother’s backstory fucking wrecked me. The final scene where he’s bowed to the floor and his brother quietly leaves holy shit.

That said I legitimately cannot handle reading/writing the name “Shadow-san”. I just can’t. Mr. Shadow. Bitch. Pick a better name.

(Along the same lines: Paper Star-chan fucking killed me. I paused. It was bAD.)

Ivy and Zack continue to be 10/10 and I love them

Shadow-san constantly demanding to know why Carmen ‘hired’ a bunch of super-hyper millennials was great.

“Can I get this?” -Raised eyebrow- “Zack got ice cream and pizza.”

Shadow-san: I do not understand why I bother with you hooligans Zack: yew say that like you ain’t part of this family, bucko, but yer on the card.

The entire thing with Julia and Carmen at the fashion show was great. I will never be over it. Julia coming in like “Alright time to bust some crime” and Carmen effortlessly taking her sleepy-time gun, studying it, and handing it back before telling her her fashion is shit was amazing.

Julia is so smart and has such a great gut instinct and everyone holds her back or brushes it off except for Carmen and that episode rlly proved it- she readily handed her peeps over for Julia to lead and Julia fucking kicked ass.

Ivy honestly assuming Player lived “on the cloud” like he wasn’t a real ass person they have video calls with often was amazing I love these dumb children

The whole thing with widdle Black Sheep pestering Shadow-san to take her to Japan made my heart melt. You really do get the feeling that she looked up to him and tried to get him to pay attention to her the same way the other heads did, not realizing Shadow-san was caring for her in his own uptight way.

Ivy and Zack literally stumbling their way into one of the biggest worldwide conspiracies is just so… Them.

Carmen: I’mma make a quip about Boston. Ivy and Zack: SIDDOWN WE’RE HAVING A WHOLE ASS LECTURE

Idk why it took me this long to realize that no one can really tell that Carmen’s talking to Player but it did. I always just read it as a Bluetooth earpiece situation, but it’s just a high-tech earring. Carmen doesn’t give a shit, obvi, but I can only imagine the looks she gets in public.

Ivy: we don’t have family. Carmen (screaming internally): UnDERstood.

I know that Carmen’s hair being so much longer just a few months after leaving VILE is just cartoon logic but I prefer the idea that she just wore a long ass wig until she got it to the length she’d always wanted but was too embarrassed to ask mom Coach Grunt for

La Chevre being 100% willing to just let Carmen walk out and never return and never telling anyone is such a really good small moment.

Same with El Topo apologizing

Also Carmen trying not to fight Chevre and tossing a little floaty thing after him and Topo

Like you can really tell these people cared for each other for a long time, once

Shadow-san being a proud dad to his hellion adopted daughter is great

Carmen being lowkey salty for AGES about Shadow-san bringing up the possibility of a base is so damn petty I love it

“How does it feel to be wearin’ the coat?” “Pretty tight around the shoulders… but powerful.” Ivy and Zack stanning Carmen is so damn precious

THEY FUCKING STOLE??? A PATIENT???? AND AN AMBULANCE???? STOCKHOLM POLICE ARE HAVING AN ANYURISM RN

I don’t think we mention this often enough but on the rare occasions Carmen does get hurt it’s always so…. horrifying?? Like the times we see her falter aren’t from a kick to the face- it’s shit like cracking multiple ribs, it’s shit like being left in the tundra for hours until she literally needed hospital attention, it’s shit like being tied up and left with no way to get help on a train. The show doesn’t fuck around with its punches.

Carmen taking after her dad is so damn bittersweet

I love Chase but I’m terrified of what he’s gonna do with ACME power

Julia’s gonna end up a thief before this show is over and it’ll 100% be bc the dumbasses around her didn’t trust/listen to her in the first place

#Ask #Question Mandar #professoruber #Black Sheep #Ivy #Zack #Shadow-san #Player #Chase Devineaux #Julia Argent #Carmen Sandiego

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anythingstephenking · 3 years ago

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Full Darkity, No Doubt

Jesus Christ Stephen King, who hurt you? I say this very lovingly because I worry about him, but man, Full Dark, No Stars is a really kind way to title a collection of novellas that should be called “Don’t Read If You Have Any Trauma At All”.

King begins with a dedication of “For Tabby - Still” and I’m all “awwwww” because fuck every celebrity couple, and I’mma let you finish but Steve and Tabitha are THE BEST pairing of all time. I think I’ve posted this before, but I would so very love to have a cup of coffee in the kitchen with this family.

So I hopefully wander into a book I know nothing about, other than the dedication to Tabitha, ready for some nice little novellas. The first story, 1922, wasn’t all that triggering and honestly pretty entertaining. Sure it starts with some scumbag dillhole (Wilfred) convincing his son to help murder his mom. She’s a nag and a vulgar drunk. Remind me not to time travel back to live in 1922 Oklahoma, cause this guy would NOT care for me much I don’t think.

But after being unceremoniously tossed down a well, Wildfred’s wife, Arlette, haunts them as a corpse that has been reanimated by rats. It’s like real gross, but she gets her revenge, and honestly, good for her. Wilfred and Arlette’s son breaks away into his own mini Bonnie & Clyde storyline that gets a little lost behind the darkest version of Ratatouille the mind can imagine.

So that’s 1922. Reanimated corpses and nagging wives are really nothing new in my King journey. Onto Big Driver.

Jesus Christ (my second time taking the lord’s name in vain in this post, sorry grandma). This story. Here’s the jist. Tess, a writer, takes on a speaking engagement. After getting directions home from a friendly (female) local, she pops a tire on a deserted road, and things go real bad for her. This is where the trauma nightmares start. It’s a tough read when the main character gets raped and left for dead, then won’t tell anyone or go to the hospital. I struggled so hard with judging Tess for her poor decision making, knowing that victim blaming is the literal worst, but she’s a fictional character so whatever. She goes home and takes a shower and I scream “WHAT ARE YOU DOING??” into the pages.

Tess instead chooses her own Sherlock Holmes path, hunting down her rapist, finding out that the kind woman who gave her directions was actually the rapists mother (good god) who sent her off to be murdered and stuffed in a drainage pipe. Tess murders everyone and covers her tracks appropriately so we’re left to assume she “gets away with it” - term used lightly since those fuckers definitely deserve to die but the journey is just so very very painful. I hate reading about rape. This revenge story did not serve to make me feel any better about it, in the same way as Last House on the Left conducts its revenge tale. No thanks. Next.

A Good Marriage. A hypothetical look into what it would be like to be married to a serial killer that lives a “normal” life. I immediately drew a parallel to BTK Dennis Raider, who lived a standard middle class life in middle America, while murdering people and taunting the police in his downtime. Turns out that BTK inspired this story, according to King’s afterward. Ding ding ding, I got it.

Anywho, Darcy and Bob and boring people, they collect coins together (the yawn-iest of all hobbies), their kids are upstanding citizens and they do things like wear housecoats. Seriously, there’s a lot of talk of Darcy’s housecoat in this story.

Turns out Bob is actually masquerading as the serial killer “Beadie”. LOL. Beadie. He sends notes to the police like “I’M BACK! BEADIE!” If you didn’t know, BTK was also a total turd. He would eat and leave bowls of cereal at his crime scenes. Cause he was a serial killer. Cereal. Serial. Get it? God BTK is the literal worst.

Darcy discovers Bob’s secret and wrestles with what to do for a while, before pushing him over the second floor balcony of their middle class middle America home. Bye bye Beadie.

Seriously this book has so many bad men getting their cumuppins but in a way that is totally unsatisfactory. Let me grumble my way through the last story.

A Fair Extension. Probably the worst of all of them? This one is men-on-men shittiness and thankfully the shortest of all 4 stories. A dude dying from cancer comes across a traveling salesman (def from the Dark Tower somewhere, is he Randall Flag, I dunno, don’t care) who offers him an extension on his lifespan for 15% of his take-home pay. Seems like a decent deal, but we learn he has to pass his own bad fortune onto someone else. Because this guy is a total DOUCHECANOE, he chooses his best friend, Tom. He doesn’t like Tom because he has a hotter wife, cooler kids and a successful business. Cool bro.

He takes the deal and over the course of a couple years Tom’s life falls to pieces, basically everyone he loves dies, while our deal-getter prospers and NEVER ONCE FEELS BAD ABOUT WHAT HE DID. This guy suuuuuuuuuuucks. That’s all I have to say about this.

At the end of the day I read through this one quick; mostly because I knew my last Dark Tower was next and also that if I didn’t plow through the pain in these pages I’d be back bumbling around without reading anything for another year.

3/10

Adaptations:

Three out of four of these stories have become movies (WHY?) and I watched two of them. I hard passed on the adaptation of Big Driver because I respect myself enough not to subject myself to a film version of this story.

1922 was made by Netflix, and dear god, it was dreadful. Film snobs seemed to enjoy it, but why? Why Why Why I asked again and again. Why is there no reanimated rat-corpse? Why is Tom Jane digging a random hole in the middle of a fully grown corn field? Why is he talking like an old-timey mobster?

I JUST WANT MY KIDS BACK! (Token Tom Jane Arrested Development joke.)

A Good Marriage was released theatrically and also was not very good but in a less offensive, more forgettable way.

Onto my last palaver with Roland!

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likorys-shimenawa · 5 years ago

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Do you seriously think your 10$ a month is worth anything in the case of making a season of anything? Cause it’s not and if you think any business will just go ‘let’s wast millions so people feel better’ I don’t know what to tell you except where did you live until now to be so naive.

I’m gonna take the OA as an example because it’s the one that I had shoved down my throat for months now.

From what I can see, popular TV shows on average have a budget f 1 milion+ per episode. Let’s be kind and say OA would half of that since it requires special effects from what I can assume, but it’s Netflix so they probably cut some costs.

All yout petition I could find put together would MAYBE get you 3 episodes if every person actually paid for what they signed for and if all of their one monthly abonnement went to it.

That’s assuming Netflix would just not get money from them for just one month and that everyone would actually care more than ‘I’mma sign and forget about it’.

Like, you don’t pay them to ‘give you what they want’. You pay to rent meeting rooms, you pay the cleaning lady, you pay for servers, you pay the salary of supports chat worker, you pay for bottled water in the break room, you pay for artist to make nice ads.

It’s producers and investors who pay for stuff to actually be made. Netflix being Netflix they probably pay part as well, so you’re not as absolutely reliant on selling an idea as normally, but I will never believe they just shell out all the costs for everything they make.

Business doesn’t work to make you feel good, they exist to make money. Expecting them to go charity on something as expensive as a full season of a show is just never gonna work like you want it to.

Go and advertise the shows DURING their runtime, not complain about them after their cancelled. That’s when any actual effort might do something.

Then stop fucking cancelling your best shows and renewing your shitty ones

#it's sad #sure #one of my favourite shows got cut while shit like TTGO is on endlessly #I'm not gonna go and demand copany sinks MILLIONS OF DOLLARS into somethin just cause I wanna

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Reynard “Rain” Bannister, II was never wanted to live in the house next door to his mother. However, it wasn’t because of his mother’s endless prying, but rather he was tired of being stuck with his infamous brothers.

“RAIN!” His mother’s voice rung from outside of his bedroom window, acting as an alarm clock to pull him out of his sleep. As if the indistinct noises coming from downstairs hadn’t done enough damage to his slumber.

“I swear she picked your room.” Kendie groaned as her eyes peeled open as well. As she climbed out the bed and started to dress, she was sure to keep her body low from the window and Juliette’s trained eyes.

“REYNARD!” She called again, as the young man she was calling laid still watching Kendie move carefully around the room. “Well shit, KENDIE! One of y’all better answer me!”

Rain let out a soft laugh before climbing out of his bed and approaching the window to answer his mother, “Ma, you cannot be screaming like that in this neighborhood.”

“Fuck this neighborhood! Your brother called, he needs some more clothes. I don’t know why he just ain’t take all his shit with him. Either you can take ‘em or Kendie can. Y’all need to be up anyway.”

Rain smiled a little, before looking over to Kendie, who was using hand gestures to deny the responsibility. “I’ll take them, Momma.”

“I got some biscuits and gravy if you’re hungry. Lord knows, I ain’t seen not one bag of groceries go in that house yet.”

“I cooked him breakfast already, Miss Juliette.” Kendie quickly called down the woman. Nearly tripping over Rain’s drafting table to make it to the window. She was definitely lying, but Rain just softly pecked his girlfriend’s forehead to try and solidify her win. Even though he knew that his mother would see straight through their façade.

“Mmmhmm. Well, then y’all should be ready to go.” She said before turning around going back into her own home. “And tell Shadow he can stop sending them fucking kids over here to ask me for shit!”

Closing his window and pulling down the blinds, Rain turned to Kendie. “So is you really gone cook or…”

“I’ll pour you some cereal, Momma’s Boy,” Kendie answered before kissing Rain passionately. Just as he began to take the top she had just put on, back off, Kendie pulled away. “And you better tell her it was delicious.” As Kendie exited the bedroom, Rain shook his head. If she really did make him a bowl of cereal, he was definitely having breakfast at his Mother’s.

After getting dressed, Rain headed downstairs. He knew that Heaven would be sitting in the living room complaining about there being nothing left to watch on Netflix, but the rest of what he was walking into was a gamble. Rain and his siblings may have grown up together, but he was nothing like them. By the time Rain was born, his father was a made man in the streets, running his outfit with the 218 drug syndicate. Desmond would try and be a present father, but with all the bullshit he was involved with, it was better that he was away more than he was home. Rain was nine years old when his father was sentenced to twelve years in the penitentiary. While his older brothers quickly stepped up to fill the void Desmond had left behind monetarily, Rain remained close to his mother.

“What’s that smell?” He questioned as he passed by Heaven in the living room. It was obvious the smell was breakfast being cooked, but just like his mother had mentioned – they didn’t have any groceries.

“Kia making breakfast.” Rain stopped long enough to pass Heaven a look that questioned, who the hell was Kia. Heaven’s response was a light chuckle and a Bannister smirk as Rain quickly understood to pretend he had heard all about her from Heaven – and her only.

Inside the kitchen, Rain took in the scene – speechless. This is why he didn’t want to live with his brothers. They were animals. Sitting at the island, was Shadow and three of his four children. As one of the Princesses moved around the kitchen preparing the group something to eat. However, Princess wasn’t alone as she worked around Tempest, Kendie, and who Rain assumed was Kia. While Princess and Kendie were dressed appropriately, Tempest and Kia were still in their undergarments.

“Okay then,” Rain said sitting down next to his niece. “Well, what’s for breakfast?”

“Cereal.” Kendie answer before sitting a bowl of Lucky Charms in front of Rain, while Princess served Shadow a plate full of grits, eggs, bacon, sausage, and French toast topped with powder sugar.

“Thank you.” Rain said before pecking Kendie’s lips – those biscuits and gravy were calling his name now. But before he could put the spoon in to eat, the kitchen erupted in laughter as Kendie slid the bowl down to one of the children.

“Your Momma not gone be talking bout me.” She said before maneuvering around the women to make it back to the stove. “Cause I know you still gone eat some of them biscuits.”

“My Momma made biscuits?” Dasun asked coming from the bathroom, dressed only in the towel wrapped around his waist.

“And I made waffles. Fuck you gone do with a biscuit? Go put some clothes on!” Tempest ordered as Dasun stole one of Shadow’s sausages and headed up the stairs to his room.

“I don’t know my momma biscuits pretty good.” Shadow added to the conversation, while his twin spoke up from the living room.

“Guess that’s what I’mma be eating. Since everybody else seems to be getting their food before me.”

As this Kia person and Heaven began going back and forth, Rain tried to make sense of what he was seeing. Rather than just making one large meal for everyone, each woman was in the kitchen making a separate meal for the Bannister Boy of their choice. While he knew it would be something for his brothers to talk shit about and compare later, all Rain could think about was the food that they were wasting.

“I’m fine with just cereal.” He spoke up, as Kendie looked back at him from the stove.

“It’s fine, Reynard.” Whenever she used his government name it was a subtle suggestion that he was overreacting. Unlike his brothers, who kept a revolving door of women, Rain had only been with Kendie since they were 17. He had even properly introduced the girl to his mother – unlike his brothers.

“I just think-”

“You always thinking.” Shadow shot as he sat back from his half-eaten plate and began texting.

“Its fine,” Kendie said presenting Rain with a plate of scrambled eggs, hash browns, and biscuits. “I don’t know how to make gravy.” She admitted as Rain just smiled happily.

“That’s fine. I don’t even like gravy.”

“Why you lying? That’s the only reason Momma makes that shit.” As Rain tried to explain his lie, Kendie just shook her head and exited the kitchen – leaving one of the other girls to clean up, just like Rain anticipated they all would.

“What you gotta do today? Don’t you wanna take Little Man his clothes?” He asked Shadow while digging into his plate.

“I got my kids today.” He responded flatly.

“What about you, Dasun?” He asked as his brother entered the kitchen to get his food.

“I ain’t got time today.” He spoke before pecking Tempest’s lips, raising a whole new set of questions for Rain. “I gotta go to the store and get some food for these plates. Plus, I gotta go to work later.”

“Wouldn’t the kids like the beach?” Rain attempted to bargain with Shadow.

“Now, why would you say that word?” He quickly shot before standing and turning down the cries from his children to go to the beach.

“I’ll do it.” Heaven joked. Or course no one paid him any attention because he was house arrest and couldn’t go any further than the stop sign. “Why you don’t wanna go? You ain’t even been down there. Its cause of Letitia, ain’t it?”

“Just tell Little Man to come outside and get his shit. You ain’t gotta go in there.” Dasun informed him about avoiding their father’s new wife at the request of their mother.

“You been in the house?” He asked and Dasun nodded his head.

“I’m not scared of Mom.”

“I’m not scared of her.” Rain defended himself, only for his brothers to tell him that he was wrong.

“Just tell her you gotta go to work and Legacy gotta come get his own shit.” Kendie spoke up as she came back into the kitchen, she had put on her jacket and was carrying her phone and keys in her hand, as she leaned in to kiss Rain goodbye.

“You not eating anything?” He asked.

“I had a bowl of cereal, I’m good.” As Rain went to explain how that too made no sense, Kendie gave him a look to let him know there was no reason to interject. “I’ll see you when you get off?”

“Aye, if you really gotta go to work, that’s not lying. It’s like an hour drive just to get down there.” Heaven said, as Rain just sighed softly. He really didn’t want to stay here with his brothers. They all acted as if their mother was the nosey one, but it was really them.

“It’s not that bad.” Rain responded in a low tone. He didn’t mind taking the drive, but since he didn’t have to be to work until later this afternoon he was hoping to spend some more alone time with Kendie. “You didn’t want to ride with me?” He questioned his girlfriend. “We can drop Legacy stuff of and check out the beach down there.”

“I was going too. But my Mom just called me, and you know how she gets. Almost make me wish I was Juliette’s daughter.”

“Tsk, I don’t.” He said with a smile before kissing the girl. While Rain was hoping it would be a modest kiss in front of his niece and nephews, Kendie slipped her tongue inside his mouth and pulled his hands up to grab ahold of her butt. At that point, simply for the sake of their audience, Rain pulled back.

“I’ll call you later.” Kendie said flatly as she headed towards the front of the house.

“Why she with your square ass?” Shadow shot, opening up the floor for his brothers’ childish laughter and crude jokes. Rain, however, was not laughing as he followed behind Kendie to walk her to her car. As he went to call the car back to him for a proper goodbye in the semi-privacy of the enclosed porch, he heard Kia’s voice call from behind him.

“Hey! Can I just ride with you? You going to Oz’s, right?” As Rain turned to look at the girl, who was standing on the porch, still dressed in her boy shorts and cropped baby doll shirt. He cleared his throat and instead, motioned over to his mother staring out of her kitchen window at the porch.

Meanwhile, Kendie looked over Kia with a cross look. She knew Kia in the same way everybody did, she was neighborhood dope boy’s Emil’s real girlfriend. And with whatever she was up to with Heaven, it didn’t give her a reason to speak to her so candidly in front of Rain. “I was going past that way, yeah. My Momma wants some oysters from Nanny's.”

“At 9 in the morning?” Rain questioned, keeping his eyes on his mother – who was obviously ranting at Kia’s presence from behind the window and sending Rain signals to get rid of the girl.

“I don’t know what she be thinking. I just do what I’m told, love you.” Kendie responded before quickly walking towards her car parked on the street – since no one was allowed to park in the driveway.

“Can I get that ride?” Kia called out to her, way louder than she needed to be. Just as Juliette was pulling open her window to do her dirty work for herself, Rain motioned for Kia to step back inside the house. “What? I’m not scared of y’all Momma, y’all grown ain’t y’all?”

“Some of us are.” Rain mumbled under his breath, before closing the door behind her and going to answer his mother’s questions.

“Who the hell was that, and where the hell her clothes?”

“I think those are her clothes, Momma.” Rain attempted to joke from outside her window.

“She must be there with Heaven, his nasty ass. And boy,” Rain just sighed. Just because he had done the right thing and introduced Kendie to his mother, didn’t mean she liked her any more than the rest of the girls her sons kept around them. “Kendie lying to you. Don’t nobody need no damn oysters this early. Nanny’s ain’t even open yet.”

“They’ll be open by the time she gets there.”

“Maybe when she had that little hooptie. But thanks to you, I’m sure she’ll get to where she going pretty quickly.” Rain took a moment to look over to Kendie inside her Audi coupe. Obviously, his mother believed he had purchased the car for Kendie, but he hadn’t. However, the circumstances revolving around how she did get it were still unclear. So instead of trying to explain something he didn’t even know, Rain just looked back up to his mother in the window.

For a second he wanted to tell her he had to work and couldn’t do what she asked. But with Kendie off running errands for her own mother, he’d still be in house and Juliette would know he was lying. “She even know that girl?” Rain turned back to see what his mother was watching as Kia climbed into the front seat and the two girls drove away.

“I guess. I’mma come grab Little Man clothes.” He said walking around towards the front door.

“It’s all in that bag right there by the door.” She informed him, as Rain looked on at Kendie’s car driving away.

The controversy around Desmond’s new wife didn’t come with how quickly the two married after his release from Fox Island, but instead, the fuss was that she was one of the numerous women Desmond had slept with while he was still dating Juliette. While his siblings ignored their mother’s request to steer clear of Letitia, Rain did whatever it was his mother said.

“Thanks, man. I was bouta turn some drawls inside out.” Legacy joked as he opened the backseat of Rain’s Pontiac Grand Prix.

“Why not just wash them?” Rain asked from behind the wheel.

“I don’t know how to do that. A garbage bag, really, Ma?” Legacy spoke to himself, as Rain stayed seated. “You not gone come in and speak to Dad?” Growing up, Rain and Legacy were almost like twins themselves. He was Rain’s best friend, up until high school, and then Legacy began acting just like the rest of the Bannister boys.

“Naw, I gotta go to work.”

“The Comic Store don’t open for another two hours, you can come say hey.” Legacy paused for a moment. While he didn’t make fun of Rain for following all of Juliette’s rules as everyone else did, he still didn’t understand why he did it. “Look, go through the back. That way you ain’t gotta tell Ma you were in the house.”

Turning off the engine, Rain disagreed with him and climbed out of the car. “It’s not Letitia. It’s him.” He admitted, only to grow silent when he noticed a car in the driveway. It was a 2020 Dodge Challenger SRT, a Hellcat, the official car of the Bannister Boys. “He got a new car?”

“Oh, that’s mine.” Legacy admitted. “Before you start, I told Ma I would come to get my clothes myself. She said you was gone bring them, and I knew not to argue with her.”

“True,” Rain said. “Heir bought it?”

“Naw, Pops did. Said he wasn’t finna drive me around all summer.” As Rain looked over the car, Legacy headed towards the front of the house. “I can’t take it to school. You can have it once I leave if you want.”

“Naw, I’m fine.”

“Go ahead and go in the back. We’ll meet you back there.”

Before Rain could explain he didn’t want to see Desmond, Legacy walked into the large house. Alone in the driveway, Rain took a moment to look around the neighborhood his father had settled into. And he thought about how come it didn’t bother his brothers more. For the twelve years Desmond was away, their family continued to struggle in the Samuel-Young projects in Little Rico. All the while, Shadow was spreading both his seeds and weed, Heaven had turned his apartment into The Carter and Dasun acted like his hands were lethal weapons. Then of course there was the Godfather himself, Heir. When Desmond was released, he figured his work with raising the boys was done. Since they were graduating high school or in the twenties, and he somehow managed to ‘retire’ down by the beach in Key Beach Park. In a lovely five-bedroom beachside cottage, with a private pool, game room, and his mistress who was now the boys’ step-mother.

“Rey J!” His father called from behind the three-story home. Rain just exhaled slightly as he began to travel towards the back. That was until something much more interesting caught his eye.

He tried not to stare, but amongst the picturesque scene of mansions, rolling hills, and ocean air, the young woman walking her two French Bulldogs was a sight he had to stop and take in. Rain could hear his mother’s voice in the back of his head, cursing him for gawking. But as he took in the girl’s exposed peanut colored skin that was covered in various tattoos, he figured it wouldn’t hurt to disobey his mother for one moment longer.

“Hey Amina,” Legacy called as the girl passed by Desmond’s house. Of course, Legacy knew who she was. She was far too beautiful to stay off of a Bannister’s radar. “This my brother I was telling you about.” Rain turned to quickly look at his brother and was not shocked to see Desmond too was staring at the girl.

“The one who’s name you don’t know.” She responded, stopping at the edge of the driveway for Rain to take in the full view of her slim body and long natural locs.

“I told you I knew his name. I just don’t know what he’d want you to call him.” Legacy spoke, as Rain smiled a little. Only Legacy understood how much he hated both Rain and Rey J.

“Reynard,” Rain introduced himself.

“Nice to meet you, Reynard,” Amina answered, lifting her hand for Rain to shake. She said her name herself before questioning. “Little Man, said you draw? Is that true or more bullshit.” Rain tried not to smile like a schoolgirl, but he couldn’t help it.

“Yeah,” He spoke up, ignoring Desmond and Legacy’s snickers. “Why’d that come up? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“I paint. It came up when I met…Ummm, he had another weird-ass name. Shadow?”

“Oh shit, sorry, about that.” He joked and Amina laughed.

“Told you he was corny. Bring yo ass to the back when you done talking.” Legacy said.

“Yeah, I got something I wanna show you, Rey J.” Desmond added before the two walked away, just as fast as they appeared.

“You live here too?” Amina questioned. Rain shook his head no, before wondering what lies Shadow had told the girl. Unaware of how far the two of them had gotten.

“Did Shadow tell you he lived here?”

“No. Your brothers lie often though, huh? I swear mines would probably drop dead if they ever had to tell the truth.”

“You have brothers?”

“Four. Don’t worry though, they all bark and no bite.” Rain continued to smile as his mind drew blank, he had no idea of what to say next. He didn’t want to stop talking to Amina but felt the urge to bring up his relationship with Kendie, which was the last thing he wanted to say. “Well, I guess I’ll see you around then, Rey J.”

“I would definitely rather you call me Rain then that.” He said before laughing awkwardly. Rain was the name his mother began calling him, to offset the fact he was named after Desmond’s father. Amina chuckled along with him, smiling brightly before agreeing to stick to Reynard.

“You better be careful, Rey J. Your Momma can sense when one of us smiling.” Desmond teased as Rain found his way into the back of the house. Even though the beach was a short walk away, Desmond had a large pool in his backyard where Letitia was lounging in the sun in her swimsuit and a thick pair of shades, completely carefree. “Come here, I want you to see something before you leave.”

Rain softly spoke to Letitia, as Juliette would be twice as pissed if he didn’t show his manners before following behind his brother and father. “Now,” Desmond started as they head down a small path, towards the sand of the beach. “Don’t be getting all sensitive with me, but you 20 or 21?”

“20, his birthday in two months. And don’t call him sensitive, that’s worse than forgetting how old he is.” Legacy coached his father.

“You go back in the house. I know you dying to figure out this code.”

“Ain’t nobody worried about that little lock. The whole window open in the back.” Desmond stopped to reprimand Legacy, and Rain was slightly impressed. He figured Legacy was down on the beach running a mile on Desmond, but apparently, he still had chores and other responsibilities to take care of. “Let me know when you getting ready to leave. I wanna show you the pier.” Rain agreed as Legacy headed back up the walkway.

“He just as pesky as Son-Sun was, always speaking up for you.” Rain reminisced with his father, thinking about the time when the boys were children and all got along. “So the twins are 21 now?” He questioned, keeping up the small talk as they traveled down the walkway. He was still wrong, but Rain just reminded quiet to see where this was going. “When I bought this place, I didn’t know this little shack back here was included. Then the HOA started fucking with me about some overgrown bushes and I was like where! Shit, I pay my gardener – well not really – he a crackhead I used to serve from back in the day, but he does good work. So I’m like, show me some overgrown bushes. And then that’s when they showed me.”

At the end of Desmond’s story, the two had come to a small structure right on the beach. Obviously, Desmond’s gardener was now keeping up with the HOA’s rules, as the small bushes in front of the place were perfectly trimmed to lineup with the walkway, creating a serene entrance to the small bungalow. As Desmond approached the door to put the code in the smart padlock, he continued talking for some reason, “The code your Momma birthday. I think.”

Opening the door, both men stepped inside and Rain quickly understood what Desmond wanted to show him. “I was gone offer it to Shadow, trick his ass into fixing it up since he still works with Big Rey. But, he got all them fucking kids and I know one of them Princess still be sneaking in y’all momma house.”

“Legacy told you that?” Rain said admiring the small area. It wasn’t much now, but an open space and a small kitchenette. But Rain saw the perfect place for him to work alone, without any distractions from his brothers.

“Ever since your Momma got sick when she was pregnant with you, she’s coddled you.” Desmond paused for a moment, he never knew how to talk to Rain. “Look, I admit I ain’t much. But I don’t need nobody to tell me anything about my sons.”

“Besides our birthday.”

“Well, shit, we was popping y’all out back to back, I’m bound to forget one of y’all every now and then.” As much as he didn’t want to, Rain couldn’t help but laugh. Juliette often mixed him Rain and the twins' birthday herself because they were so close. “I figured Big Rey could give us some materials, and we turn this into a loft. You can put your drawing table somewhere over here, so you can still work on your comic. Make it a little sitting area or something, because we gotta fix this small ass kitchen up. You know your Momma ain’t gone let you miss a meal. And that’ll be the first thing she finds to complain about. Fix the plumbing in the bathroom, it’s a tub right now. Don’t no man take no bath. You’ll be 21 soon, so a little bar or maybe a bookshelf over here.”

“Bookshelf,” Rain muttered imagining the space with his father. “You already talk to Ma about it?”

“I wanted to talk to you first. Otherwise, I’d be fighting with that woman for nothing if you don’t want it.”

“She’ll probably be here a lot.” Rain admitted.

“That’s your business. Them HOA motherfuckers, say it’s supposed to be a private entryway, but other than walking through the back like that, I don’t see shit. Maybe that’ll keep her nosey ass on the boardwalk. We’ll figure out how to work Juliette in though if you want it.”

“What if I don’t?”

“I’m still gone fix it up. Find that private entrance, rent it out. That’s what most of the neighbors do.”

“What if I wanted to help?” Since Heir had taken on the providing role with Desmond’s absence, the boys’ Uncle Reynard, Jr – the real Rey J if you asked Rain – would bring the boys’ with him to work with the family’s construction and landscaping business. Surprisingly, Shadow kept working with Uncle Rey into his adulthood, but Rain actually missed spending the summers working on houses.

“Oh, I’m definitely gone need that. Little Man scared of sweat. How y’all all grew up together, I don’t know.”

“I wonder the same thing.” Rain answered, laughing with his father and admiring the space.

“So what you think?” Legacy asked as he and Rain walked the beach’s pier.

“Is that the boardwalk?” Rain asked, peering out into the ocean. Although they lived in Andreas all their lives, they only saw a half of the city from Little Rico.

Legacy laughed a little before answering his brother, he asked the same question when his father brought him down here. “Kinda, that’s Mason. You can’t see Little Rico from here. It’s like a whole new world, in the exact same place.”

“I think that’s beautiful.” Rain joked as the boys continued to walk. “So, what’s it like?”

Legacy passed Rain a quick look. He knew what Desmond wanted him to say to convince Rain to stay down on the beach with them. But Rain was too much like their mother to fall for the silver linings. “Desmond can’t afford that house. He really don’t sell drugs no more. Uncle Rey won’t give him a job, because he thinks Pops gone play him like he did back in the day and Letitia’s fat ass don’t work. Only reason why he stay there is because it’s all he had left once he came home. He figured with you and me staying there, Heir’ll help him pay for it.”

“All he had left? He been had this house?” Rain spoke upset, and rightfully so. Heir may have managed to move them out of the projects, but that was eight months ago. This whole time, they could’ve been living down here away from police sirens and gunshots.

“Momma didn’t wanna live here. He brought it after you was born, trying to make up for everything. She said she ain’t nothing else from him. Only reason why the feds ain’t take it is because he had it in someone else’s name.”

“Probably Letitia’s.”

“Probably. I don’t say shit to her, and Pops don’t make me. I wake up, get dressed, and find me something to do. But you, you ain’t even gotta see her. Or Desmond.”

“Where I’m supposed to park, though? How I even get down there, and what about my job?” He questioned and Legacy just smiled before walking away. Rain sighed, before checking the time and following Legacy’s wicked smirk.

It was a short walk from where the boys were standing to a quaint little bookstore right on the busy pier. “Motherfuckers keep saying it’s a private entry, but Pops thinking about just expanding the driveway, so you can just drive right up there. Amina however,” Legacy said as he pointed to the girl through the window of the bookstore. “She park right on the beach. Her spot be lit after the beach close.” Right as Legacy went to enter the small store, Rain noticed a help wanted sign going up in the bookstore’s window. “I swear we had nothing to do with that.”

Rain just shook his head, not believing him, as he followed Legacy inside. “And what about Kendie?” He whispered as the two of them began to approach Amina inside the shop.

“Bring her with you. What she doing in Sam-Yo? Unless,” Legacy teased. “If I would’ve known you was coming down here, I would’ve just sent him with you.”

“Like you got something better to do. You ain’t never been to the pier either?” She questioned, Rain figured Legacy would answer for him, but instead he remained quiet for the first time in his life.

“No,” Rain spoke up for himself. Pausing for a second to clear his throat and speak with a little more bass in his voice. “Growing up right on the boardwalk wasn’t no need to see another beach.”

“Fair enough. So, I guess you ain’t never been to Mason either.”

“Oh, we definitely gotta go. That’s where Amina from. She know all the spots.”

“That explains it.” Rain said attempting to flirt a little with the girl. “Cause you definitely don’t look like anybody around here.” Amina blushed a little before responding.

“Too bad you’re the one with a girlfriend. So far, you’ve been cutest.”

“Don’t get too excited, you still haven’t met Heaven.” Legacy butted into the conversation, setting up Rain to brag about himself. However, Rain didn’t take the hint and instead, he inquired.

“What about Heir?”

Legacy shook his head to himself, while Amina smiled, “He aight.”

“Yeah, well, you still haven’t met Heaven.” Rain awkwardly laughed once again, as Legacy cringed and Amina giggled. “You work here?” He recovered.

“Kind of, I use the back to work on my art. One of my brothers owns the place.” Rain just looked over Legacy, once again thinking about the timing of the help wanted sign. Yet the boy just denied the timing of it all once again.

“So, y’all really hiring?” Rain asked goofily as Amina agreed and went to grab her brother, as he and Legacy took a seat at one of the tables inside the bookstore. “Ma is not gonna let me move in with Kendie.”

“Don’t tell her that part.” Legacy said as he and Rain both pulled out their phones. “Oh shit,” He said looking at Facebook. “Maybe you should.” He finished as he passed Rain his phone. As Rain waited for Kendie to pick up his call from his phone, he looked at a status she had posted to her Facebook about twenty minutes ago; All niggas do is wear white tees, text fifteen girls, fight demons, smoke, and lie “Damn, Rain. What you do?”

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I was tagged by @elven-flower <3

Coke or Pepsi: Mexican Coke. Give me that real sugar Disney or Dreamworks: Disney mostly, but i really like the How To Train Your Dragon movies too Coffee or Tea: I’m more of a tea person, coffee only makes me jittery Books or Movies: both. Give me every story telling format known to mankind Windows or Mac: windows?? I’ve never even used a mac DC or Marvel: DC tv shows, Marvel movies. Cartoons from both. XBOX or Playstation: XBox mostly, but also Nintendo a lil bit. The GameCube was our first real console and I will never forget playing this dumb Shrek 2 game with my siblings and fricking losing it when we beat the final boss for the first time. So fun Dragon Age or Mass Effect: I feel like I’d be more of a Mass Effect fan, but I love both Sci-Fi and Fantasy, so I could probably get into Dragon Age too Night Owl or Early Riser: night owl for sure Cards or Chess: cards Chocolate or Vanilla: CHOCOLATE Vans or Converse: Converse. So uncomfortable and yet so aesthetic Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash or Adaar: hmmm. I don’t know who these people are but based on their names I assume they must be fantasy characters, which means I would probably love all of them, especially if they are some sort of friend group/team. Fluff or Angst: depends on my mood actually- I don’t read that much fanfic in general though Beach or Forests: forest, mountain, desert, literally anything but beach Dogs or Cats: DOGS Clear skies or Rain: clear skies are better for my mood but i love a good rainy day Cooking or Eating out: eating out but only occasionally as a treat Spicy food or Mild food: I love spicy food, but in moderation. Too much spice cancels out all other flavors, which is not fun Halloween/Samhain or Solstice/Yule/Christmas: Thanksgiving. Would you rather be a little too cold or a little too hot?: a little too cold. I can get a blanket and be just fine... there’s not much you can do with heat, especially not on a budget If you could have a superpower, what would it be: I wanna be rich like Batman. Animation or Live action: right now i tend to favor cartoons and anime, but I like both actually Paragon or Renegade: what is this? the names sound fun Baths or Showers: showers, i’m too poor for a bathtub Team Cap or Team Iron Man: Team Let’s Stop Fighting And Be Friends Fantasy or Sci-Fi: YES TO ALL. I love stories in all forms regardless of genre. Do you have 3 or 4 favourite quotes: not really? idk. YouTube or Netflix: both Harry Potter or Percy Jackson: I have nothing against Harry Potter but Rick Riordan is a better writer than Rowling. Fight me. When do you feel accomplished: when I think about how I’m only 22 and I’ve written three books Star Wars or Star Trek: Both please. Paperback books or Hardback books: all books in ever form including electronic Handwriting or Type: hand writing is pretty but type writing is easier. Velvet or Satin: velvet. I love the whole velvet trend :) Video games or Movies: Video games as movies. I don’t mean movies based on video games I mean machinima like Red v. Blue or whatever Car Boys is. (it’s not exactly machinima but it’s somewhere in that category right? idk) games are a really cool way to tell stories and I want more of this in my life Would you rather be the dragon or own the dragon: i wanna be friends with the dragon HTTYD style. I like being human but I don’t want a dragon pet just a chill dragon friend who is his own person and does his own thing with/without me Learning Chinese or Learning Spanish: I already know spanish so chinese I guess? i think my brain might be a little too old for that :/ Would you rather be able to speak every language or be able to speak to animals: speak every language. I’mma watch anime without subtitles! Be front row for your favourite artists and not meet them, or meet them but have lawn seats : I’m not even sure I could handle being front row... I mean... you know that one episode of Community where Troy loses it bc of Levar Burton? that’s me. City or Countryside: City by day, country by night. I want to be able to see the stars but also still hang out at the mall every once in a while. Would you rather be a mutant, jedi or wizard: wizard? The Jedi are real sticks-in-the-mud and there’s too much stigma against mutants in the X-Men universe. I just wanna have a little fun, maybe dispel flying monsters with beams of magical light. That sort of thing. Fried pickles or Mozzarella Sticks: mozzarella sticks! who even eats fried pickles? *shudders* Vampires or Werewolves: Monster hunter. Or maybe X-Files type paranormal investigator? I’m Team Human is what I’m saying Pizza or Pasta: Pizza! Pasta! Both! Watching a movie at a cinema with the excitement of its night premiere or wait a few days and watch it later more relaxed: a few days later, because I like relaxing with friends and not being stressed about ticket availability What is your favourite band or singer?: NEEDTOBREATHE, Owl City, Relient K, Twenty One Pilots, Imagine Dragons. What is your favorite fruit?: Pineapple. Fuzzy socks or slippers?: fuzzy socks with slippers. Dusk or Dawn?: Dusk. If I’m up at dawn I’m just an angry ball of tiredness and frustration Would you rather Travel Through Time or Travel Through Alternate Universes?: I’d really rather just respect the laws of physics and stay home. What’s the first book you remember reading? Oh The Places You’ll Go by Dr. Seuss. I was probably like 4? I started reading young. Deep space, or deep sea? *chants* DEEP SPACE DEEP SPACE DEEP SPACE What’s the best compliment you’ve ever received? some people have said I’m a good listener, which like, how. Have you even met me? I have the attention span of a squirrel Would you rather play a physical sport or a sports video game? physical sport for sure. I know it might be hard to believe but I was actually a pretty sporty kid back in the day... * goes to lean on fence, trips, laughs nervously*

anyway I’m not tagging anyone in particular, unless one of you wants to do this tag, in which case go for it! *double thumbs up*

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surgoiaru · 8 years ago

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@thelovelyaleclightwood said anybody could do this and a certain question made me jump right on board! (they are such a sweet person btw I /highly/ recommend their blog <3) (also fel free to tag me in anything and everything like this beb! I’m always so happy to do these :D)

Rules: Answer all questions, add one question of your own and tag as many people as there are questions (I can’t tag that many people but I will tag a few mutuals at the end if that’s ok with them ;; <3)

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1. Coke or Pepsi: Pepsi Max is my drug i swear to god *is unhealthy af*

2. Disney or DreamWorks: Disney <3

3. Coffee or Tea: idk I like raspberry moccacinos but I also like lemon scented tea ;; If I had to pick one though it'd be tea

4. Books or Movies: B O O K S #1 priority in my life

5. Windows or Mac: Windows

6. DC or Marvel: DC

7. Xbox or Playstation: Playstation

8. Dragon Age or Mass Effect: idk I've never played ether nor am I in either fandom??

9. Night Owl or Early Rise: Night Owl af

10. Cards or Chess: I like both but if you shove a chessboard in my face I will play for hours, even if by myself

11. Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate

12. Vans or Converse: Converse (never had vans so can’t compare)

13. Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash or Adaar: idk what/who these are??? someone explain to me pls

14. Fluff or Angst: oh god I need fluff to brighten my day but angst is just so /good/ in a bad way, I'd have to pick Fluff though

15. Beach or Forest: Forest <3

16. Dogs or Cats: Either as long as it's super fluffy af

17. Clear Skies or Rain: I like me some rain on a clear day

18. Cooking or Eating Out: I love my fucking cooking it's so great *can only cook pasta and butter chicken curry* but I prefer eating out

19. Spicy Food or Mild Food: The only spicy thing I like is Spicy Butter Chicken Curry, anything else is mild

20. Halloween/Samhain or Solstice/Yule/Christmas: uh is this not obvious??? official spoops for a day??? FREE CANDY???????? dressing up for the spoops??? the classic sheet over your heard with cut out holes to be a ghost???? Horror movie night??? Halloween is my life

21. Would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too warm: This is really hard because I can't handle too much of either, if anything I'd pick to forever be a little too cold because then I'd have an excuse to snuggle up to my s/o whenever

22. If you could have a superpower, what would it be? I want the superpower to materialize and control any power seen in fictional universes that are described in detail via writing or visually detailed via show and/or movie so I can picture it well in my head, but I’m limited to summoning one a day (it’d be draining) and I’d have to access the same power a few times via visualizing it in my head before I can summon it at whim from memory, after every use I’d get a horrible craving for butter chicken curry and therefore most of my expenses would go towards ingredients for making home made curry and I’d just fill my fridge and freezer with containers of it.

23. Animation or Live Action: Animation pls

24. Paragon or Renegade: idk what either of these are??

25. Baths or Showers: Showers, sure they make my life harder but I'm very uncomfortable with baths

26. Team Cap or Team Iron Man: Team Iron Man ofc

27. Fantasy or Sci-fi: Fantasy child here, gimme them hot fictional villain babes

28. Do you have three or four favorite quotes? *inwardly groaning* I have so many favourite quotes but I can't remember a single one off the top of my head but they're all so good and they're all from my otps I guess one I like is "I will haveyou without armour, Kaz, or I will not have you at all" - Inej to Kaz, Six of Crows or Crooked Kingdom?? (my mind’s gone blank on which book it was in)

29. YouTube or Netflix: Youtube i'm broke

30. Harry Potter or Percy Jackson: Wizarding world or mythology world I'm internally screaming I love both so much, Percy Jackson tho 'cause demigods <3 but magic... ;;

31. When You Feel Accomplished? I don't. Once I had, and it was because I actually finished a story I started writing.

32. Star Wars or Star Trek: I'm not like /super duper obsessed/ into either but I kinda like Star Trek???

33. Paperback Books or Hardback Books: I WOULD KILL TO HAVE HARDBACKS OF A FEW BOOKS I WANT BUT ME BEING BROKE HAS TO SETTLE FOR PAPERBACK

34. Handwriting or Typing: It depends what i'm writing tbh, if it's something creative I have to handwrite it first to get my imagination flowing, anything else is just straight up typed

35. Velvet or Satin: Velvet is so nice to touch

36. Video Games or Movies: I like video games a lot tbh but I won’t pass up a good movie

37. Would you rather be the dragon or own the dragon? I HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT THIS SO MUCH, THIS IS THE QUESTION THAT MADE ME WANT TO DO THIS WHOLE THING. I want to be a dragon, a dragon who masters illusion/shapeshifting, to my fellow dragon friends I would appear as a dragon (unless they see it as a threat then I would be humane), but to the humanoid race I would be seen as a mere mortal, watcher of the dragon lands, and if ANYBODY tries to touch my precious scaley babes or steal their eggs then I'll unleash my draconic fury on them.

38. Sunrise or sunset: Sunrise, I see it every morning from the lounge window *should upload pics of it tbh*

39. What’s your favorite song? right now it's a toss up between Volt by Yung Lean and Touch Fluffy Tail by Ken Ashcorp

40. Horror Movies yes or no: Y E S, I say that but I really can't handle the next few days after watching one because i'm so jumpy and paranoid of everything and everyone and I lose sleep over it but in the moment YES PLS

41. Long hair or short hair: I have short curls right now (natural ofc) and I love them to bits, I wouldn't wish for anything else (trying to love myself is difficult ok)

42. Opera or Theatre: I'd have to go with Theatre

43: Assuming the multiverse theory is true and every story ever told has really happened somewhere, which one of the movie/book/tv show/game/etc worlds would you pick to travel to first? FUKKING DUMP MY ASS IN THE GRISHAVERSE PLEASE I BEG I NEED TO BE THERE EVEN IF I'M A MERE MORTAL OR A GRISHA I JUST NEED TO BE THERE

44: Are you scared of thunderstorms? Yes and no, I'm petrified of them when i'm alone (which is most of the time tbh) but I'm chill if someone else is there with me and we're wrapped up in blankets under a blanket/pillow fort sipping hot chocolates and talking about anything and everything to distract myself from the storm outside ;;;

45. Would you rather travel back in time or into the future?: You can't change the past and I'm not really dying to know what shaped this world to what it is today, so I'd have to go with the future (the only thing I'd go back in the past for is to see where the fuck Matthew went so I know here to go to punch him in the face C: )

46. What is, in your opinion, the most pointless/unnecessary thing ever invented? Me. I kid I kid, idk really, I guess the most unnecessary thing ever is money currency, why can’t we just like pay with smiles or jokes or compliments or just something nice to get nice stuff?

47. Favorite band/artist? Favourite Band currently: 10 Years Fav Artist currently: Yung Lean or Ken Ashcorp

48. If you could meet a Famous person that’s either Dead or Alive who would it be? Lewis Spears

49: How old were you when you had your first kiss? ... *hasn't had first kiss* *is 17* end my life

50: Favorite TV Show: Hannibal, Shadowhunters, Gravity Falls, Steven Universe, uhhh I can't think of any off the top of my head but HEY PLS RECOMMEND ME SOME GOOD SHOWS IF YOU KNOW ANY ;;;;

51: What is your dream outfit? Grisha kefta(all of them) OR a black long sleeved shirt, black jeans, black cloak, black combat boots, black muffler scarf, black fingerless gloves a long steel staff engraved with angelic runes or two small ones that can connect.

52. Who would you like to be for a day? I don't really like anyone to the extent where I would want to BE them, I'd prefer to be with them than anything else, so I guess for a day I'd prefer to be me (i'm trying so hard with the self love :<)

New question! 53: (it's not really a question but whatevs) Pick two of your favourite characters from different fantasy universes and shove them into a modern au where they're rivals from first meeting but slowly become rivals with friends, what would it be like? (They'd still have their powers if they had any, and accustomed to certain terms or slang from their universe)

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Now for the tags! You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to I just like to remind my mutuals that I still think and care about them <3 (also if you do do it and I get tagged i’mma stalk and answer that extra question you put in the chat thingy just because <3)

@witchery-goddess @raphsantiagay @cats-sarcasm-and-fandoms @i-am-the-jack-of-all-trades @claup777 @sunnysugarsock @vuhniller

I also tag anyone else who wants to do this!

#personal #question post thing #idk #I LOVE DOING THESE PLEASE TAG ME IN MORE????

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