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survey--s · 1 year ago

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550.

What is in the back seat of your car right now? Just the hammock that’s on there for the dogs.

What was the last thing you threw up? Probably just water. It was when I had that awful bug back in February and was basically in bed for three days. It was horrendous and I felt so unwell.

Menthol or regular cigarettes? Neither.

What is your favorite episode of Friends? The One Where Ross Got High.

Does anyone have any blackmail on you? Nah, I don’t think so, my life really isn’t that interesting lol.

If you could marry any celebrity today who would it be? Nah, I’m good.

Have you been to a strip club? No.

Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you? My toenails are painted pink.

Are you wearing socks right now? No, it’s really warm and humid still.

What was the last thing you had to drink? Iced Coffee.

What are you wearing right now? A black sleeveless jumpsuit.

Last food you ate? Chicken Ramen.

Have you bought any clothing items in the last week? No.

When is the last time you ran? Yeah, I don’t run lol.

What’s the last sporting event you watched? I have no idea, probably football.

Last person’s house you were in? Aside from my own, Sarah and Ella’s.

Last movie you saw? Alice in Wonderland - the original Disney cartoon version.

Who is the last person you sent a message to on Facebook? Susie - we’re planning on going out for breakfast tomorrow and we’re just organising the timings.

Ever go to camp? Yeah, day camp as a kid - I absolutely hated it.

Were you an honor roll student in school? We don’t have those here.

Do you like sushi? It’s okay but it’s not something I’d go out of my way to choose.

Do you have a tan? Yeah, from working outdoors in the heatwave for three weeks.

How old do you want to be when you have kids? I don’t want children.

Have you ever drank your soda from a straw? Sure, all the time in restaurants etc.

What is your age? 34.

Are you someone’s best friend? Personally I find it really strange when adults have best friends.

What are your siblings’ middle names? I don’t have any siblings.

Where is your dad right now? I assume he’s at home - probably eating or showering after his daily run.

What was the last thing you said? “I won’t be out all day”.

What color is your watch? I don’t own a watch.

What do you think of when you think of Australia? My family.

Ever ridden on a roller coaster? Yes.

Favorite gemstone? Rubies, emeralds, amethysts, sapphires.

Do you go in at a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? It depends on how long the lines are and how much parking there is.

Do you have a roommate? I live with my husband, two cats and a dog.

Do you have any bad habits? Yeah, drinking too much caffeine, spending too much time online and being addicted to my phone/the internet in general.

What is your favorite number? Thirteen.

Do you know anyone named Lori? Nope. That’s not really a very common name over here.

What color is your mom’s hair? Grey nowadays, but it was brown.

Do you have a dog? Yeah, a beagle. He’s upstairs snoring his head off after an 8-mile hike yesterday.

What happened to you in 1993? I turned five and started school.

Does your first memory involve your dad? It does, actually.

Do you remember singing any songs as kids? All the time. I used to put on plays and concerts for my parents ALL the time hah.

When was the last time you went swimming? Last summer at the beach.

Has your luggage ever gotten lost? Yeah, twice. Once it was only delayed by a few hours and I got it the same day, just later on, and the second time it arrived maybe 3-4 days later.

Biggest annoyance in your life right this minute? The humidity is really annoying.

Have you ever thought it would be cool to smash a guitar? Nope.

Do you like watching a bonfire? I love bonfires.

Are you allergic to anything? Nickel and aspirin.

What is one thing you miss about your past? Not having to worry about bills or money or responsibilities.

Do you ever get flu shots? No.

Favorite shoes that you wear all the time? I practically live in Skechers for work as they’re so comfortable.

What is one thing you’ve learned about life recently? People are generally pretty decent, all things considered.

Are you jealous of anyone? Not really.

Is anyone jealous of you? A lot of people have said they’re jealous of what I do for a living. They probably wouldn’t feel like that if they joined me on a day where it was howling wind and pissing it down with rain lol.

#survey #surveys

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thekavemangagemarshall · 1 year ago

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Playa Del Carmen June 8th thru June 13th

This trip was with Michelle Ramirez, Devin Albaugh, Eric Harris, and Alex Anguiano

The five of us planned this trip almost last minute since the trip before was cancelled. We planned it over a phone altogether, it was quite nice. I have never been on a trip with Eric nor have I ever met Alex before June 8th but it was a good time to get to know them. Alex was very helpful getting us hooked up with deals, rides, hotel stuff, etc. She is originally from Mexico but moved to America quite young. I have a hard time finding things in common with Eric, but it was nice getting to know one of Devin’s best friends a little more.

The first day of the trip we went to the pool to start getting what we paid for in our all inclusive trip to the Paradisus De Perla hotel. This included our food and drinks! It started to rain when we went to the pool. It was nice enough relaxing in our rooms because they were so nice for suites, they had two bathtubs (one inside and one outside). The crew had trouble finding things to do on that Thursday night, but I was straight chilling. I could have suggested to go to the night life for adults in the Red Lounge, but I just wanted to be present. They hoped to find more things going on throughout the weekend.

Friday started out eating breakfast with the gang, nice coffee and mimosa drink and chill with the crew. We started drinking really early. Shots were being taken when we went to the pool right after. We are still eating AND drinking a lot at this point. Devin and Eric eventually knocked out under the umbrellas because they were too drunk/tired while me, Michelle, and Alex stayed in the pool and drank some more. We got to talking, chilling, and getting to know each other more. I imagine my closest friend being Michelle yet I believe we get closer more when we drink together. The 3 of us talked about how lit we were the rest of the trip and how nice it was. When I got to my room though, I puked 🤮. When everyone wasn’t tired and drunk, we got ready to go eat some more food and then go to Coco Bongo, thank you again Alex. I started feeling dehydrated at this time and had trouble getting around. I eventually felt better when I got to this club. I will talk about this club a little bit. It is a world famous club where people dress up as famous people and lip sync/dance to popular music. It has a dance floor in the middle that seems to be a ladies only spot. I can see how the club will be ‘poppin’ at some points. Very good experience. I remember my favorite performance being the Moulin Rouge song and dance. I also liked the Beetlejuice dressups. When we were done with the club, we went to a taco place to eat. Drive back was interesting because we had some chats with some England folk and New Yorkers.

Saturday was a day at the hotel for the crew. A few of us were tired, I was at this trip for relaxation purposes, I was chillin. Alex vocalized at one point that she doesn’t just want to sit around at the hotel the whole trip, I understood this. I also understand that we aren’t all there to just do everything all the time. My friends were just tired. We did go to the water park and chillax a little at the hotel this day. They spent a little of their time signing up for the Xcaret the next day. That night we played Truth or Drink, where we learned a little about each other at a Peruvian restaurant.

The four of them went to Xcaret the next day while I stayed at the hotel by myself. I did some relaxing, some gaming next to the jungle, music listening, swimming, etc. I wanted to see myself in this ‘other world’ and how I would do at this resort. Michelle and Devin were nice enough to come visit me when they got back to tell me about there day, it seemed nice and I am glad they had fun.

Monday was our technically last day there. I ate an early breakfast with Michelle in which she showed me another restaurant across the resort, very nice breakfast. Once everyone got together again, we started the early drinking…again! During this trip I would start to feel a little anxiety on and off, but it got worse this day. We were drinking and having a nice time though but all of a sudden the anxiety hit me! I know I came into this knowing that there are two other couples and then there is me, the 5th wheel. I started to get a little anxiety when they started having their little couple chats, comparing each other or whatever. I remember at one point I was with Michelle and I said to her that I did not know what to talk about because they were talking about relationship stuff. She said to me something along the lines of day what you think and talk about past relationships. I was certainly hoping that she would change subjects in fact while in the group, but no biggie. I spent the rest of the day wanting to be alone. We still ate some habashi grill food.

The next morning we found ourselves waking up early to end our trip! I rated this trip an 7.5 or 8 out of 10. I definitely would recommend the hotel except the AC was not strong enough. I found myself sweating when I woke up in the middle of the night. I would say the most memorable thing about the trip was Friday when we got super drunk in the pool and least favorite was being a 5th wheel in the pool 😅. I am really happy that Michelle invited me to join them on this journey!

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emubop · 3 years ago

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Oh fuck it’s my birthday I almost forgot to edit my bio

Anyway I’m a quarter of a century old now, happy birthday to me and Steve Rogers and not to the country we live in

#emubops life #it was a very good day. went swimming. ate good food and drank good drinks. just kinda vibed all day.#this is what life is about. going to bed full of cake and love #anyway next post will probably be back to loki on main again but I always like to make a birthday post so here

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sxfik · 4 years ago

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han seo headcanons (part 4)

writing this is cathartic tbh. of course, i always write on the days i have an exam to prep for (aka my lit exam tmrw thats technically today)!! we make good life decisions here at clown nation <3

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tw: mentions of abuse

the first time they competed, vincenzo was away on his buisness trip to italy. he had some loose ends to tie up after his little contract and getting paulo off the helm of the mafia.

which meant that jipuragi was particularly empty without the italian-korean's presence. no one to give han seo a pat on his back. no one to look over cha-young's shoulder.

they all felt it hard, as if the firm had a huge hole where vincenzo is supposed to be

han seo felt himself looking at his desk every single time he passed by it. the first day was more jarring than the rest, he had gotten used to vincenzo's presence in his life.

it was a particularly late friday night at jipuragi. han seo lugged into the firm a gigantic stack of contracts and internal documents about babel so the laywers and him can go through each one. cha-young had to carry both her and vincenzo's load for that week with vincenzo in italy.

they were stressed and tired and had a million paper cuts from sorting through each pile of documents. all three of them were working quietly, the silence comfortable, save for the sounds of russling paper and pens scratching across notepads

"alright, i'm off for the night. i have a airplane competition tomorrow morning and i need jason to fly far for me so i can finally win that 500 dollar prize. goodnight byeonosanim, mr. jang" the paralegal said as he put on his satchel and took out his cycle. he waved his goodbyes as the he left, leaving han seo and cha-young in the office by themselves.

they had only known each other for two weeks, really. han seo always met his hyung vincenzo over drinks or over at his house. he only ever saw the pretty lawyer from a distance, usually when taking note of how his hyung vincenzo dotes over her just so he can tease him about her

and use her to distract his hyung

it always works

cha-young didn't know much about the young ceo, despite meeting him a couple times from her time at wusang. part of her never wanted to trust him, even though he had proven himself and his loyalty to vincenzo, because in the world she lived in, everyone could betray the other at any time

but his presence in the office was comforting to her. he had come in, dressed like an 80s disco star and all asking if he could join the team, and somehow, he stuck with her.

something in her wanted to trust him. he seemed unassuming and loyal to the core, especially to vincenzo. the way he always walked into the firm grinning, visiting the plaza residents. he had an energy about him that reminded him of a younger sibling she's always wanted

but she was burned once with prosecutor jung and she's learned her lesson so it was time for the ultimate test

"are you hungry?" she asked, shuffling through her papers one last time before standing up, and putting the stacks back into their file system

han seo was startled for a second, his head buried deep with in the papers, the words almost swimming together with the amount of times he had to look through these contracts

for a second, he thought she was speaking to vincenzo, not himself before he remembered that vincenzo wasn't here this week

"Oh yes, byeonosanim. Would you like to order something or..?" he'd replied as he stood up from his seat, giving his legs a strech. he had forgotten just how tired he was until she asked him, his body feeling the effects of running the company and being at jipuragi

"Yeah, we can. I have the perfect restaurant to get some food from! they're always open late too so it's really convenient" she quipped back, her back facing him as she started putting all the contracts back into place and started pulling out new ones to look over

he followed suit, clearing up the table he was working on and moving to the paralegal’s desk.

even though his work was often hard for him to understand, the legal and formal language needing multiple reads, he felt refreshed each time he came to the plaza

he'd established a daily routine here, going to check on the hee-soo at the snack bar, visiting the pawnshop

he's quite good with his hands. he'd always known he had a knack for taking things apart and fixing them, which especially helped at the pawnshop when college students and older families would come by with broken tablets and gadgets.

even though he was rich, barely anything was spent on him when his dad was alive. every single new outfit or toy always went to han-seok, where as he was stuck with the ragged hand me downs, and old toys.

so when he had gotten his first phone, and broken the keypad, (because han seok threw it across the room when he got angry that he had the same model as his illegitimate brother) he understood it was up to him to figure it out.

he was always good at taking things apart, from all his toy cars to majority of the gadgets and clocks he had in his house.

(there was a day, when he was younger, that he took apart han seok's toy car. the next school day he walked around with gloves, trying to forget about how his cuts hurt as he curled his fingers around a pencil)

taking things apart and then putting them back together the same way was somehow natural to him. but of course, none of that mattered since he couldn't score well enough on his exams to get past the courses he needed to into engineering. plus, he could imagine the sneer on his father's face if he told him what path he was considering...

for most of his life, he'd felt useless compared to his brother. he was never the quick-witted boy at school, failing his english courses and having to go to cram schools and tutoring sessions just to pass by.

he hated going to school everyday, having the teachers shame him for not being as smart as his brother, not being as charismatic or as smooth talking

the exam days were always the worst. looking at the exam sheet, his palms sweaty and his throat tight as he looked at the questions

the doubt was overwhelming. the pressure made him sweat and freeze up even though he knew the problems.

the kids at his schools always seemed to prefer han seok, for some weird reason, when to him he's always been the menace in his life.

han seok was the one to head the company. the one he can't measure up to in front of his father. the one to push the family forward. every bit of praise, every second of attention, it all went to han seok.

han seo was the mistake. the one who always fucked it up. the one who seemed to mess up his brother's plans.

his brother seemed to take it upon himself to remind him that he wasn't meant to be alive. and their father, believing it to be good for han seo, would force him to be tutored by han seok every day.

his brother had a field day with it, finding the most creative ways to abuse and torture him

of course, he's not allowed to say a word about it.

at first, working at jipuragi was anxiety inducing, sweat drenching his shirt each time he brought a document he thought useful to vincenzo, his throat closing up imagining the consequences of fucking up

he knew deep down, that vincenzo wasn't like his brother, he will not hurt him, he will not kill him

but the anxiety and panic are second nature to him

his eyes were glued to his shoes after he handed it over to vincenzo.

vincenzo paused, looking over the document with scrutiny. and his body was automatically bracing for a slap, a punch. at the very least a snide remark or a sneer.

instead he looked up at han seo, nodding, and told him "this is very useful. thank you."

thank you.

thank you. he blinked.

the words echoed in his head as he replayed them back over and over. thank you. in all his years working, no one had said thank you. no words of appreciation were ever dealt for doing his job. for doing something right.

unable to think of a reply, he walked back to his desk and sat down, the shock overwhelming him before he got his mind working again

although it took him double the time to go through the contracts than it did vincenzo or cha-young, he was never berated. there was never a comment about how slow he was, how he wasn't cut out for this, only appriciative glances and words when he did well

and when he didn't, they corrected him, gently. never maliciously, never taunting, always gentle.

and for the first time, he could breathe

the time passed by quickly as they both continued working in silence, han seo finishing up half a stack before the doorbell rang.

"i'll get it! ceo jang, can you set the table up?" cha-young looked toward as she went to grab the food from the delivery man

"yes, byeonosanim" he replied as he went to grab some disposable plates and wooden chopsticks from the cabinet

he set everything out just in time for the lawyer to set the food down. he squinted at the bowls she pulled out, the bright red liquid a stark contrast to the white containers.

"uh, byeonosanim, what is that?"

"hm? oh it's fire noodles. you don't mind spice do you, han seo?" she quirked her eyebrow at him, her voice sickly sweet

and he grinned at her and that was enough of an answer: it was showdown time.

so there he was, sitting across from cha-young, the container of red chili oil central to both of them. both of their suit coats were off, lest they start literally heating up.

oh, and if either of them reach for their water: they're out.

for about 10 seconds, they stared at each other, trying to psych each other out, before his phone timer counted down.

....3, 2, 1 and they were off!

both of them grabbed their chopsticks and spoons and ate two large bites and drank the broth before angling for one spoon full of chili oil into their noodles.

and on they went in this cycle, eating a bite and drinking broth, and pouring chili oil in after each cycle.

3 pours in, and they were still doing good, neither of them showing any signs of redness

6 pours in and his tongue was swollen, her eyes watery, their broth bright red

7 pours in and .... was it just him or was the room getting hotter?

8 and you could see the sweat dripping the lawyer's forehead, the sniffles of the lawyer getting louder and louder. meanwhile he was panting, trying to increase the circulation into his mouth

9 and their arms meet across the table, inches from the chili oil. their eyes lock, their faces bright red and the pain of his tongue unbearable

his eyes are squinted (from his eyes burning or from concentration, we'll never know) and the lawyer is making faces, trying to get him to give in

"it'll" *huff* "be easier" *huff* "if you give in now" *huff*

he laughed back, in response. "and let you win? no way. I'M getting that paper crown"

their eyes both glance at the flimsy, blue paper crown set upon it's carrier, a stack of contracts

she scoffed back (and almost choked) "absolutely not"

they stare each other down as they pour more in and go for another round

they swallow and in that second, cha-young made a fatal mistake

she breathed in the fumes. and coughed. and grabbed the water before she could think about it.

"AHAHA I WIN!!" he yelled out, the chair flying back as he jumped up, the layer of sweat easing up when he grabbed the bottle of water and chugged the whole thing down

the lawyer on the other hand, was slumped in the seat, taking the opportunity to also chug the water.

for around 10 seconds all they did was pant, getting their bodies back into a normal pace before cha-young spoke up

"fine i guess you win, have a great night!" she jabbered out quickly but he knew what she was trying to do

"nuh uh, nope, you're not getting out of this. we agreed! loser has to crown the winner." he grinned at her, his eyes completely closed as his happiness shone through

sighing, the lawyer grabbed the crown from it's holy pedastal and stomped over.

"tun ta da da !!! all hail king han seo, destroyer of spice, the unyielding one" she sang out, her voice deeper as traces of laughter tinted her voice

she placed the crown upon his name and bowed, "may he reign forever" and looked up and shot him a wink "at least, until i win next time"

he struck a superman pose, and puffed his chest out, before both of them crumbled into laughter, cha-young dramatic one ringing above his cackling

"we should do this again please, noona!" he wheezed out, his stomach hurting from laughter.

but it was only his ringing out, as hers cut out sharply.

"noona?"

he paused as his head whipped around to the lawyer, her head tilted as she looked at him

did i say that? i swear i called her byeonosanim... and he replayed the moment.

fuck.

"ah, i'm so sorry hong cha young byeonosanim, i overstepped, i apologize," he bowed in apology to her.

"do you call vincenzo byeonosanim hyung?"

"huh?" he looked up at her in confusion, "uh, yeah i do call him hyung. why?"

"you can call me noona then." she quipped back and for a second, he stared at her. wait what?

she clapped his back, and he choked on his spit, the clap knocking the air out of him "relax. you passed the test han-seo. i've always wanted a younger brother, you know? you can call me noona. as long as you remember your manners, that is," shooting him a wink

he glanced at her, before breaking out into the biggest grin, his gums peaking out.

"okay... cha-young noona!" he giggled, as they took their seats.

she grinned back, settling in.

"ah, you know noona, he said the same thing as you"

"huh?" she squinted back

"vin hyung! he said the same 'you better mind your manners'" han seo laughed as he mocked the korean-italian mafia's voice

"you know, that impression is spot on!" she laughed as he continued the voice, adding in the classic hand gestures, until both of them broke into laughter.

for some reason, both of them were instantly comfortable with one another.

for han seo, laughing with cha-young, trading insults and teasing felt warm, it felt like he'd found a best friend (a best friend who once upon a time he almost maimed by sending thugs after her, but she swore to him that all is forgiven) they had similar humor, similar tastes, similar personalities

for cha-young, he felt like a partner in crime. not like the way vincenzo her partner in life in crime, but in the way that they were both pranksters, both with similar personalities and bright humor

it felt like finding a sibling, a person to commit crimes with, a person to clown together with

"you know, noona, is vin hyung..." he paused mid-sentence, contemplating if he could ask this.

"go on, han seo" cha-young encouraged him, one hand bringing the bottle of water to her mouth

"is he your boyfriend?" he rushed out the words and—

he was sprayed in the face.

cha-young was sputtering as the water dripped off his face, and his eyes shut as he wiped off the excess

"yah, why would you even ask that?" she scoffed out refusing to meet his eyes, but he could see the red tint creeping up on her neck and her cheeks

he shot her a look.

"yeah, yeah okay. he and i are... partners"

"oh." he quipped back, a sinister smile slowly spreading across his face

"no, no, no" she shook her at him, "i do not have a crush on him"

he raised an eyebrow back "who said anything about a crush hm, noona?"

she froze and he knew he'd have next weeks entertainment sorted

"you know maybe i'll take back that younger brother thing if this is how it's like" she taunted, but he didn't feel any hurt. instead her teasing just made his heart soar, her teasing somehow a comfort

"oh, we're just getting started!" he quipped back, as they cleaned up for the night, continuing their conversation as they restored the firm back to order.

"i've noticed you going to the pawnshop a lot recently" she noted, as she grabbed a stack of contracts to put back into the filing cabinet

"ahh, yeah i've been helping them out. they're having a baby you know and it must be hard on both of them to run the shop" he responded as he stacked another set of contracts together, clearing Mr. Nam's desk

"you should do it."

"what?"

"study electronics. or at least continue working for the pawnshop."

he stared at her.

how did she know? for someone so bright and busy he didn't expect her to be so observant to him.

"oh please, like it's hard to notice. i've seen the way you always seem to be happier as you pass by the pawnshop. when i popped in during lunch, i saw you, hunched over the tablet. it's the happiest i've seen you look."

"oh." he grew quiet "it's a little too late, don't you think noona? for me to even consider that? i'd be a little foolish to follow that"

she sighed and turned to him, grabbing the stack from his arms. "let me tell you a story han seo. i'm 34 years old and a lawyer and don't get me wrong, i love doing this. but when i was little my dream was always to sing. but for years, i pushed it back, thinking i could never do it."

she stuffed the papers to the back corner, somehow managing to stuff it in and turned back to him.

"so, noona? did you do it?"

"patience. a couple weeks after my final exam for law school, i said why the hell not. and now i've been taking lessons one and off for years!"

"you should give a demo!! sing for us"

"oh, please i couldn't possibly do it" she tucked her hair back, looking bashful.

"ple-" he barely got the words out.

"oh of course, if you insist!" she grabbed the empty water bottle and climbed on her stool, the makeshift stage for the night

"noona! noona!!" han seo cheered her on as she stood up. she cleared her throat, moving her head to the side and warming up

and she opened her mouth.

and sang.

if you could call that singing.

what came out was more of a series of tone-deaf screeches, making him wince but mask his face with a smile, trying to solider through the pain.

he clapped as SOON as she finished the last note, his ears grateful for the break. she took a flourished bow as she jumped off the stool

"how was it?"

"noona, that was amazing!" he lied, trying his best to stop the ringing in his ears.

she smacked him with her water bottle "yah! you liar! i'm god awful" she made one of her classic faces.

"you know??? and you made me endure that???" he touched his ears. he expected to see blood but luckily the damage wasn't too bad

"YAH!" she smacked him again. "you brat, the point isn't that i'm good or not."

"then what is?" his eyebrows furrowed as he looked in confusion.

if you're not good at it then what really is the point? why should i keep trying?

"the point is that i'm happy. it doesn't matter how good you are at something for you to consider it an interest, as long as it makes you happy."

he paused. no one had ever said that before. to do what makes him happy. not what made his father or his brother happy. everyone's advice all his life was to stick to what you're good at and that there isn't a point in trying if you aren't good from the beginning.

"look i'm terrible at singing. but i know that if i had never pursued it, i would have grown old and regretted it. so what if i am bad! at least i got to do it while i'm alive! give electronics a shot, han seo."

han seo bit his lip slightly. and he nodded.

he was going to give it a shot.

"good! now lets get this cleaned up and go home!" she sashayed off to her desk, grabbing the last of her stuff before they left the firm.

the next week, when vincenzo was back from italy, he had expected to find the firm just like he left it. what he didn't expect was his girlfriend wife partner and brother han seo, one sprawled on the couch and the other on the floor, piles of blankets and what looked like a mic and SEVERAL bottles of sujo scattered across the table.

they were both in matching pajama sets, and snoring very loudly. he shuffled over to his desk where a note that looked like it was written in crayon was left

and it said

"dear vin hyung: noona and i were having a sleepover last night. i made sure she was extra safe and did not do anything overly amitious (like call you in the middle of the night to ask you if you had to leave) if you are seeing the mess that we probably made, please excuse it. i will clean it up as soon as i can. grazie!

p.s. you should ask noona out sometime, i have it in good word that she might be interested ;)

to be continued...

a/n: let this be a fic reminding you that if you are passionate about something, pursue it! our world conditions us to believe that you have to be good at something in order to be able to do it but that's absolute bs. please give your younger and future selves a chance by taking up something you've always wanted to do <3

#mine #vincenzo #vincenzo cassano #chayenzo #hong cha young #song joong ki #tvn vincenzo #jeon yeo been #vincenzo x cha young #han seo supramacy #jang han seo #canon divergence #kwak dong yeon #jang han seok #ok taecyeon

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the-shiftshop · 5 years ago

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What’s In The Water?

Credits to @maleappreciasian for the pictures. Check is page out to appreciate more asian hunks.

"Jinho, thanks for inviting me.”

“No problem. I told you I’ll repay you soon enough. Now’s the time for that.”

“Naw, man. You didn’t have to go this far. Inviting me to your family’s farewell party? I ain’t part of your fam, man.”

“You treated me as a family when no one did at school, Daniel. Of course I’d treat you like that too.”

I just smiled back as I couldn’t disagree more. Jinho gave me an eye smile with his hand on his face and I couldn’t help but feel much calmer.

The story here is that Jinho was a transferee from Korea and he enrolled to our school to study for just a year, which was a bit unfortunate, although I know he would be happy for that. Jinho was bullied throughout the whole year for being Asian. I couldn’t see what’s wrong with being a different race, but students in our school didn’t think the way I did. I was the only person who approached Jinho, kindly. At first, he was kind of intimidated by me but I tried my best to connect with him. I started following him around, sitting with him at the cafeteria, studying around him at the library, and more. Soon Jinho got comfortable and I did all my best to protect him at all cost.

Today is the last day Jinho will stay here in the US. Since the party only accepts Jinho’s family members who live here in the state, he decided to sneak me in the venue in the morning. The party doesn’t start until 6 pm so we have the rest of the day for us to have fun together.

“Just drop us by the building, Gramps.” Jinho said to his driver as we approach the building. “And please make sure you won’t tell Mom or Dad.”

“Yeah of course I wont. I don’t want to ruin my favorite grandson’s last day here, right?” The man chuckled as he pull over by the sidewalk.

Jinho and I got out the car and he told me to enter the building as he would need a few word with his grandfather first, so I went in with my small backpack and sat on the sofa on the lounge. A few minutes later, Jinho came in with something in his hand. It looked like some sort of a small glass bottle with something shiny in it but I didn’t get a clear look at it as he hid it in his pocket. He pulled me by the arm and lead me to the elevator.

The elevator binged and the door opened. We entered and waited until we arrived at the highest floor. The door opened again and we got out and see the glory of the venue.

Jinho’s family was well prepared. The venue looked as if someone’s getting married today. There was a buffet on the side with a lot of tables for guests. Curtains fall down from the glass roof which made it look like a bit of a ceremony. There were tons of foods I’ve never seen before, and I quickly guessed that those were Korean foods.

There were people behind the buffet, most of them are still preparing for the party. These were also people fixing the curtains and tidying up the whole venue. What I’ve noticed though is that everyone were Asians. More specifically, Koreans. Jinho’s family was really picky with whom to let in the venue and it shows.

“Daniel.” Jinho called my name and I looked behind me. “Do you wanna eat first before we take a swim?”

“Ah... No. I’m full. Thanks.”

“Come on! At least just a few spoons. I want you to try my country’s dishes.”

I couldn’t really decline from Jinho. He’s very nice to me and all, and I can’t help myself but follow him. He grabbed me a plate from the buffet and got a few desserts and sides. Jinho told me what they are called whenever he get one. He got a few dumplings and placed them on the plate. On a small bowl, he poured some of those rice cakes with some sort of a spicy sauce. He also took a few of those vegetable rolls with rice wrapped in seaweed. After that, he guided me to the table.

“If you can’t use the chopsticks, here’s a fork.” He placed the plate and the utensils on the table and I sat down.

Jinho went back to the buffet to get me a drink. While he does so, I tried picking the dumplings with the metal chopsticks. It was very slippery and I always fall down the sticks. I gave up and proceeded in eating with a fork. I thought I wouldn’t enjoy the dumplings, but I finished all 8. There was something in the food that makes me want to try more. It might be because it’s very unique or, I may say, it have that unfamiliar taste. I then tried those rolls. I tried to pick it up with the fork but it only got the vegetables in the center, and eventually, the whole roll fell off, leaving only the radish, carrot and what seems to be a ham. I then decided to scoop it with the fork and put in it in my mouth. Again, it was delicious and I ended up eating everything on the plate. What were left were the spicy rice cakes.

I was really nervous at first. I never ate spicy food before. I never even tried putting sriracha on my food as well. This is basically my first time eating something intentionally spicy. I forked the rice cake and slowly placed it into my mouth. I chewed slowly at first, but soon, my tongue began to sting and I can’t help but chew faster. Though that didn’t help and I breathed heavily, trying to get the air cool down my mouth.

“Dan!” Jinho rushed to me with a glass of water. “I’m so sorry!”

“N-No. It’s fine.” I said as I drink water. Although it didn’t help that much, the icy feeling in my mouth eventually felt much better than having fire dancing in it. I fell back the support of my chair, trying to keep my tears from welling out my eyes.

“I’m really sorry. I thought you can handle it.”

“No, really. I’m fine! See? I have recovered already.” I said. “Bet I can actually finish this.” It was supposed to be a joke, but I still proceeded in getting another bite. As I chew down, I suddenly realized it wasn’t that spicy as before. I drank more water so wash down the small stinging in my tongue, then I took another rice cake. Soon, I can taste nothing but pure sweetness, though with a little bit of spice but it wasn’t that painful at all. “This is actually very good!”

I heard Jinho do a soft chuckle and stood up from his chair. “Glad you like it.” He then took of this shirt and exposed his skinny body. “Should we go and take a swim now?”

“I guess we can.”

I stood up and tried to take my shirt off. I then stopped for a bit, noticing that my shirt felt a little bit tighter than before. My eyes widened for a second but I just disregarded that and took it off.

Jinho jumped into the water of the pool. As for me, I couldn’t run to the pool. There’s something that feels off. I felt as if I’m slowly gaining weight. I felt much heavier by every second that passed by. I started to feel lightheaded as well. I got dizzy for a full minute and noticed as if the ground looked much farther than before. I noticed the black hair blocking my sight so I tried to comb it away with my fingers.

Wait... Black hair? As far as I know I have blo.... blon.... bl... black.... Yeah... What’s wrong with me today? Why do I feel so off?

I placed scratched my chest and felt them grew with muscles. My eye’s widened, but then I realized it wasn’t the same as how I used to make it big. My eyes felt much smaller. Back to my body, I looked down to see abs starting to form and my biceps starting to get gains.

I smirked. I guess my exercise routine is working... But... I haven’t went to the gym before...? No... I haven’t returned to the gym for a week...

“What the heck is wrong with-” I cut myself. I grabbed my neck and felt a much prominent bulge on my throat. Why did I thought of my voice weird? It’s supposed to be this deep... right?

“A-Ahhh...” A moan escaped my mouth as I felt something grow in my boxers. I suddenly felt so horny and my cock was hard.

Get a grip of yourself! Snap out of it, Da-... Dan...

“Hey, Daeho! Are you really just going to stand there?” Jinho called and I was brought back to reality.

Fucking hormones, suddenly doing this to me at this time of the day. I don’t want my brother to find me weird. I’m not gay and why am I feeling aroused around him? No. It’s just that I haven’t jacked off in a while. It’s not because of him. That’s weird!

“Wait a bit, okay? I’m technically 7 years older than you and being this old is giving me random nausea.” I shouted back... in Korean...

I grasped my mouth, but then again. What was weird about that? Of course I can speak fluent Korean. It’s not that I lived too long here in the USA to forget how to speak in my native language.

Fuck this. Maybe pool water will calm my mind down.

I slowly dipped into the water. I remembered my phone was in my pocket so I pulled it out and sat on the corner. I looked at me phone and saw my reflection on the black screen.

Right. Haha. Very funny, brain. Stop messing with me, making me think like I’m not Asian. I’m Daeho Park, 25 years old. A Korean in America.

Jinho swam near me and sat beside me under the sun.

“Bro. I’m so happy you’ll come back home with me.”

“Same, Jinho. Same.”

“I’m so thankful Grampa Timothee convinced you to make up with me.”

“Hey, Jinho. Let’s forget our problem before, okay?”

“Yeah.”

Jinho gave me one last smile before he splashed me with water.

“Hey! This jerk! My phone might get-”

“Then swim with me, you idiot!”

#age progression #body modification #racial change #gay to straight

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uwu-boll · 3 years ago

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Yesterday I consumed nearly 4 grams of mushrooms. Here is what that was like for me:

First, this isnt my first rodeo. I've consumed psychedelics a few times before; I wouldnt call myself necessarily experienced but I have an education background in psychopharmacology and I have a couple of trips under my belt already so I knew what to expect and how it was going to feel going into it. 2 months ago. my girlfriend and I purchased 7 grams of mushrooms to split for our anniversary weekend this past week. We purchased a hotel room - I wanted to avoid doing this at home due to a very stressful living situation - and situated our setting so as to be best prepared to go about our experience. This included water, music, videogames, some snacks, etc. The necessities.

Our day started following a night of several shared margaritas and burgers between us. We went swimming, had coffee and a light breakfast, went to therapy together, and then a healthy midday lunch. Following that, we gathered the supplies for the night and settled in at around 3pm. Starting then, I measured out the dosages for the both of us; 2.75g for her, 3.87g for me (the dosages were more or less arbitrary, but we had a ballpark of what kind of experience we were looking for). She ate hers straight up, while I prepared a 'lemon tek'; powdered shrooms soaked in lemon juice for some time. There is some science behind it, but the idea is to shorten the duration or the experience while making it more intense. This also helps with digestion to prevent nausea, although there will still be some present as your body tries to 'reject' the chemical.

My shrooms sat in lemon juice for 20 mins before I tossed them all in orange juice for me to take big gulps of. Disclaimer - I HATE the taste, smell, texture, EVERYTHING about mushrooms. This... isnt necessarily better, but it's the best way to consume them short of capsules, I've found.

3:25 PM: I start drinking my pulpy orange juice - mushroom cocktail. It tastes like sour orange juice, because of the lemon juice I added, but the thought of the mushrooms in there makes me gag before I even get the concoction in my mouth. I can already tell this is going to be an endeavour. I take one big swig, maybe a fifth of the bottle, and approximately a quarter of the dose. I wait about 5 mins before taking another swig

3:35: one more swig, followed by a dab, hoping that the weed will calm my tummy. It does, but not before I nearly puke coughing up a lung

3:45: I finish the cocktail. This whole time I'm watching my girlfriend - who is approximately 15 minutes ahead of me having already dosed - set up the Nintendo switch and design a character on Tony Hawks Pro Skater, the remastered edition. She finishes, we take a dab, and we start playing. We, for some reason, start with a VS game, first to 500,000 points. I dont know why we thought that was a good idea, but we did. From here on, times are approximate.

Approximately 3:50: We are mindlessly skating in complete silence, absolute fixated in this game. I'm pretty high from the dabs as it is, so I'm spacing out and having trouble coordinating.

Approximately 4:00: I'm focused entirely on how gross my stomach feels having drank the cocktail. My body feels heavy, and it's very difficult to coordinate in the game properly.

Approximately 4:15: We are probably 100,000 points into this game before we both realize how long it's going to take before anyone wins. Were both kinda over it, and clearly struggling with performing and we only know it's going to get worse. As the come up begins, I feel a profound sense of anxiety. Recognizing it as the comeup anxiety, I dismiss it, but it's quickly becoming pretty overwhelming. The lemon tek, in shortening and intensifying the experience, creates very powerful come ups. We stop playing THPS and switch to Super Mario 3D World, which makes me feel better

Approximately 4:30: We get through 2 levels before we stop playing for the night. We decide to cuddle and try to calm each other down. We put on Bo Burnham's 'Inside' to listen to while we come up, which was a great idea because we love him. Really got us talking about our pasts and the meanings behind each of his songs. My body is very heavy, but I feel at absolute peace within it - I'm not biting my nails compulsively or shaking my legs - despite the come up anxiety and the slight nausea. I feel attached to the bed, I didnt want to get up even if I had to. I am absolutely CHEESIN, smiling so hard my cheeks still hurt a day later.

Approximately 4:45: I am staring at the wall, looking at what appears to be a pattern overlaying the texture of the wall. I see the same pattern on the bathroom floor. I'm questioning as to whether or not it's really there. I quickly move to the ceiling - a popcorn ceiling - where I am blown away; the lighting in the room makes the ceiling look both purple and green. My pareidolia is going crazy and I see constantly shifting patterns in the white noise that is the popcorn ceiling. The crazy thing is knowing that there is no pattern to the nonsense I am seeing, but making out patterns regardless. I stare at this for awhile. The ceiling is flowing like water.

The exact order of events henceforth are kind of a blur. We lay in bed for the rest of the night, but the topics of discussion vary from point to point, mostly us complimenting each other and praising each other. At some point, Inside ended, and we listened to Hamilton. However, I hardly remember both the end of Inside nor the entirety of Hamilton, and so it's likely that around d approximately 5 oclock, began the Great Existential Breakdown (TM)

At approximately 5 oclock, I was peaking. Emotions were running high, and, in response to being hungry, I had a breakdown because I hated the fact that I was born into a world dominated by cruelty, inhumanity, and the insatiable drive for profit. I hated that I lived in a world where something as simple as hunger was a problem, and that food - a human right - is commodified. I hated that consumption was obligatory, and that to feed the endless gluttony that is the human need to consume, we exploit both our fellow humans, and the planet. I hated that in that obligatory need to consume, weve facilitated this social climate in which it's okay to pollute our world and exploit the human labor condition so as long as its convenient to the consumer and profitable to the corporation. (Now that I think about it, this may have been spurned by Bo Burnhams 'That Funny Feeling', which I feel like is his most powerful song on the album. ) This quickly evolved into how being born, and forced into a world without your consent where conditions like this exist in the first place is inherently a violent act, and that having children is immoral until we create an environment where those conditions are obsolete. Then to how bullshit it is that I am forced to take care of a meatsuit for the whole of my life, but I have to pay to upkeep all of it as if i had some choice in the matter. This lead to me talking about how I wanted to be a transient observer of the universe, untethered to any physical point in space. Not quite dead, not quite alive - still able to see things happen, but not be able to participate. I then went on to say how I didnt think suicide was the answer to my problems because that doesnt necessarily get rid of the conditions that lead to my despair, but rather creates new problems for my loved ones. I knew that the key was to live in despite of the despair and to continue on in search of my own personal meaning.

This breakdown lasted approximately 3 hours and was very emotional for both of us. We spent a lot of time crying and talking about stuff weve never spoken about before. The comedown was very gentle and helped me feel very cathartic and relaxed. Over the course of the comedown I took several dabs, a few of which brought me back to 'The Wonky Space' (TM). However, this was short lived. My girlfriend sat in the tub naked from the waist down, which quickly turned into a bath, and from there, after my breakdown, we started to relax, watch some Shameless, went downstairs, got some snacks, some drinks, and went to bed.

Before I fell asleep, and once I knew the experience was 100% over, I took some time to reflect and felt very satisfied with what happened. It wasnt at all what I expected the night to be, but I felt like I needed to do that, and experience that kind of existential pain. I felt very relaxed once I got control of my body again, and that peace - the general sense of wellbeing, happiness, lack of anxiety, connectivity to my partner and my fellow man - has persisted well into the next day, and will likely continue for at least the next week. 10/10 would do again.

Would I say I had a bad trip? No. Was it a good one? N...no. but I had a great time, it was fun, and enlightening, and helped me realize where I feel like I am struggling mentally.

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aboutcaseyaffleck · 4 years ago

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BOSTON BY CASEY AFFLECK

October 25, 2020 For the record, what follows is nostalgia, false memories, and generalizations. But it’s all true. I grew up in Cambridge, Massachusetts, across the Charles River from Boston proper. Cambridge was one of the most diverse, multicultural cities in America. It was a beautiful, colorful, vibrant place. People from all over the world lived there, all mixed-up together. It is the place I was born and will return to, God willing. It is the city with the smells and sounds and tastes and people I love the most. Despite how much I loved it, when I look at old photos, I often look like this:

I’m in the front in the blue shirt. My best friend was Michael, the tall kid in the red shirt, whose family came from Barbados. Through the middle school years, anytime we weren’t in school we were roaming the streets like Dickensian urchins.

In the ‘90s, Cambridge got rid of rent control. Families who had lived there for four or five generations were squeezed out. Now the city is gentrified; but when I was growing up there, it was scrappy and beautiful. It was mostly working people, except for West Cambridge—where wealthy families lived, where professors lived. Where Cornel West, Yo-Yo Ma, and the Governor lived. East Cambridge was working-class Portuguese families, butcher shops, funeral parlors, and tow yards. Cambridgeport, where I lived, was mostly poor, Italian, Black, Greek, and Irish families. North Cambridge had some big housing projects and the school where my mom taught fifth grade—in a gigantic cement structure called The Tobin School that felt like it was far away because I would have to take a train AND a bus to get there. In reality, it’s like three miles from where we lived.

This is me hanging out in her classroom:

As people and places evolve, the past always reveals blemishes unseen at the time. However, Massachusetts manages, as time unfolds, to be a place that was so often on the right side. Not always, but often enough that I am proud to be from Cambridge, Massachusetts, no matter what.

From Massachusetts came the first national publication denouncing slavery, America’s “first feminist”, and The Cambridge Woman’s Suffrage League, which formed in 1886. My high school had the first girl to play tackle football in that division. Cambridge voted-in the first openly gay African-American mayor in our country. Right now our mayor is a very popular and forward-thinking Muslim woman who immigrated from Pakistan named Sumbul Siddiqui. We have marvels of architecture, science, and tech. It was in Cambridge that the very first email was ever sent (and received). And every year the Red Sox stand up to the wealthier bullies from the Bronx. These are all things we are immensely proud of, but nobody is resting on these laurels.

I am going to tell you about the places I remember fondly, whether they are still there or not.

Luckily, the city’s history isn’t going anywhere, and it hasn’t lost all of its charms. It is a place best seen by walking. So just walk. It’s also seasonal. Different activities for different seasons. But if you can hoof it for a few miles do this: start at the Old North Church and go by Paul Revere House, through Faneuil Hall, by The Old State House through Boston Common, through the Back Bay, go left and pass through Roxbury, another left, and go through South Boston till you hit the water and go left till you hit the Children’s Museum. Sit down and relax. If you just want a path, walk that. Map it or wander around. The city is full of little back streets with lots of character.

MY BOSTON FAVORITES

When looking for things to do and see in the area, you can ask ten people and get ten different answers. You will get a long list of historical buildings, or you will get names of some of the country’s prettiest parks, or you will get pointed toward the campuses of some of the very best schools in the world. But for every Bunker Hill, there are ten other places you haven’t heard of. So I am going to tell you about the places I remember fondly, whether they are still there or not. The thing about Boston is you can miss all the best stuff, and you will still leave thinking it is one of the best cities on Earth. Have fun.

Pinocchio Pizza, Harvard Square. I asked my son to describe it. He says, “the food is good but the vibe is fire, old school; whatever, just get a slice and sit on the ground. That’s why I like it.” I have no idea why he wants to sit on the ground, but I guess that’s part of the charm of the place. We’re both vegan so we both scrape the cheese off and eat bread and sauce. That should tell you something.

Oleana Restaurant on Hampshire Street in Cambridge. Chef Ana Sortun is a baller. The food is Turkish inspired, and it is delicious. Always. Friendly people, pretty inside, and it is in a nice residential neighborhood. My dad lived in an apartment a few blocks away behind a Store 24 until he was evicted back in 1989.

Maharaja, Harvard Square. Incredible Indian food. And it has one of the only third-story views of Harvard Square.

Veggie Galaxy is great diner food. It is vegan. It has breakfast, lunch, dinner, milkshakes and other deserts. All day and all night food that is filling and really good.

Life Alive Organic will serve you the healthiest and heartiest meal you can find anywhere. It’s across the street from City Hall, the post office, and the oldest YMCA in the country.

Cantab Lounge, where my dad was a bartender, and then a janitor when he was too drunk to be a bartender. I drank six thousand ginger ales, sitting in the corner at a sticky table while he worked. Forever it was a bar for postal workers that opened at 10 am, where alcoholics ate hard-boiled eggs from jars that had been sitting on the bar top for two weeks. A couple of days after initially writing this, I got an email from the owner. It is being sold after tens of thousands of years. I don’t know why I care because I don’t exactly have any fond memories from the place, but seeing the brick-and-mortar of your childhood torn down is a kind of mid-life, coming-of-age moment. Life is change.

Darwins Ltd coffee shop and attached mini-grocer and sandwich spot. If you get a coffee and then walk west two blocks on Mt. Auburn St. you will discover on your right a nice little park with a fountain to hang out. It is called Longfellow Park. Or you can look to your left and you will see the Charles River, and you can stroll there.

Fomu for dessert.

Zhu Pan Asian Cuisine and True Bistro for good vegan food.

Newbury Comics is famous and cool.

Million Year Picnic is for comic connoisseurs. They are both great. And they were both plagued by roving bands of middle school thieves in my day. The most notorious was named Mathew Maher. He is now a well-known theater actor on Broadway and appeared in the comic book movie Captain Marvel. But back then he stole shit.

Harvard Coop is the best place to browse for books. Especially the kids section. We spend hours there and nobody kicks us out.

After the game ended everyone would come out and buy sausages [from me] on their way home, then I would clean up and go into a bar outside the park, where my boss was drinking and I’d wait till he was done so I could get a ride home. I was 12 years old. A couple of years ago I threw out the first pitch. Life is change.

The Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum is my favorite museum in town, maybe anywhere. It was once her home and it features an indoor garden that is perfect. It also has a great collection of art from around the world. Back on March 18, 1990, two famous paintings were stolen from the museum. As I remember it, a couple of guys showed up in the morning in police uniforms and the guard let them in. They tied the guard up and took a dozen paintings—Vermeer, Rembrandt, Degas—and vanished. The FBI never found them and never found the art. There are two plaques below two empty spaces on the walls to this day. On some days, classical musicians perform in random rooms while you walk around. You won’t want to leave.

Fenway Park. Greatest professional sports arena of any kind. I used to sell sausages in front of the Cask ‘N Flagon, a bar behind The Green Monster.

It is the best baseball bar in the country. When everyone was in the park watching the game, and there was nobody buying food, I would go in and find a seat and watch the game with whoever I was working with; I have seen hundreds of games from every part of the park. After the game ended everyone would come out and buy sausages on their way home, then I would clean up and go into a bar outside the park, where my boss was drinking and I’d wait till he was done so I could get a ride home. I was 12 years old. A couple of years ago I threw out the first pitch. Life is change.

Plimoth Plantation is a living museum in Plymouth, which is 40 minutes from Boston. It is amazing. The actors working there are some of the best I have seen anywhere. If you are even mildly interested in history you have to go there.

Fresh Pond is where you can go running or biking. Two and a half-mile loop.

Or you could hit The Emerald Necklace which is a great run that hits many of the best green areas, Franklin Park included. When we were young we would hop the fence and swim in the water. That isn’t done anymore ever, and everyone has grown up and leading better, more responsible lives.

John Weeks Footbridge is a very pretty, very old, brick walking bridge that spans the Charles River. Watching the Charles Regatta from here is awesome. That is in the Fall. But it’s also great any night.

The King School is a grade school not too far from there. It has maybe the best playground in the city. If you are there in the summer you can just walk on. When I was a kid, the King School is where a girl went who I was head over heels in love with. I finally got a shot at winning her heart in my early twenties and blew it.

Mount Auburn Cemetery is beautiful if you like that kind of thing. Lots of cool people are buried there, and the trees and stones are really nice. It’s a maze but just walk uphill. You will reach a monument with a great view of the city.

The American Repertory Theater puts on good plays. I grew up going there cause a friend of my mother’s directed many of the shows and could sneak us in the back. I wasn’t the adult making that decision; had I known better I would have scraped together the ticket price and supported the arts.

Boston Common is beautiful but you have to avoid all the shopping around it. If you have to shop go to:

NOMAD on Mass Ave in Cambridge is a store that you shouldn’t miss. In a world lost to chain stores and general homogenization of everything, Nomad is the real deal. Deb Colburn has been curating this place since I was ten. It is her store, and she has been trying to wake people up to folk art from around the world since Reagan was in office.

Bodega is a hidden high-end sneaker and casual wear store that must be entered through an unmarked door inside a bodega on a nearby side street. It’s cool how they have done it. Great presentation. Kids will like it.

KIDS ACTIVITIES

There are lots of things you can force your kids to do—things they won’t like the sound of at first, but will ultimately enjoy.

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On a rainy day, hop on the T and ride around town all day reading comics. Then stand outside in the warm rain (kids from LA don’t get this much).

Looking at murals. Cambridge has great murals everywhere. They are old and, incredibly, not vandalized. This one has been on this wall near the river since I was a kid. The child is mine and he is sick of walking around Cambridge.

If you feel like a pilgrim hit the gift shop at Plimoth Plantation.

Playing chess at Leavitt & Pierce Tobacco. You can inhale the scent of pipe tobacco without smoking it, and rent a chess set, clock, and table for $2 an hour in a beautiful old, wood-paneled shop with great ambiance.

Going to the oldest YMCA in the country.

Kayaking on the Charles River. You can get your kayak on Soldiers Field Rd. Take it east under all the bridges until you get to the inlet at Kendell Sq. It will all be clear. It will take about an hour.

Climbing the stairs at Harvard Football Stadium.

Reading books at the Harvard Coop.

NEARBY BOSTON

If you wanna go a little farther, go out to Gloucester for the day. Swim, eat, walk around, go back.

Whale watching sounds like a lame tourist trap but seeing whales up close will change the way you think about life on Earth.

You can take the ferry from Downtown Boston to Provincetown. It is a great place to visit or stay a few days while in town. Ptown is the eastern-most point on the continent. I might be making that up, but it’s close. It’s an arm that sticks out into the Atlantic. It’s really lovely there with a great vibe all around. You can’t have a bad time and everyone is super happy to be there. The beaches are all beautiful. Sharks mostly only eat the seals and won’t come any closer to shore than two feet—but if you want to see a great white up close, we can make that happen.

Cape Cod has some great flea markets. If you plan on spending time on vacation with your family you can find some essentials, like a medieval battle helmet, at the flea market.

SALEM, MASSACHUSETTS

30 minutes on the local train line from downtown. Made famous by the Salem witch trials; a fun place to visit and walk around for about 128 minutes. Newburyport and Rockport lines, which depart from Boston’s North Station, stop at the Salem station. You can go into the homes of people who lived during the witch hunt.

The House of the Seven Gables, made famous by American author Nathaniel Hawthorne‘s novel The House of the Seven Gables, is a 1668 colonial mansion in Salem, Massachusetts named for its gables. The house is now a non-profit museum, with an admission fee charged for tours, as well as an active settlement house with programs for children. It was built for Captain John Turner and stayed with the family for three generations.

The Jonathan Corwin House in Salem, Massachusetts, known as The Witch House, was the home of Judge Jonathan Corwin. It is the only structure still standing in Salem with direct ties to the Salem witch trials of 1692, thought to be built between 1620 and 1642. Corwin bought it in 1675 when he was 35, and he lived there for more than 40 years. The house remained in the Corwin family until the mid-19th century and is located in the McIntire Historic District.

A MECCA FOR ARTISTS

Lastly, for centuries, Cambridge has been a mecca for artists, especially writers. Here are some spots to see if you like that kind of thing:

The corner of JFK Street and 1390 Massachusetts Avenue. This is a good spot. Here is why: America’s FIRST PUBLISHED POET was a woman named Anne Bradstreet who died in 1672 and lived on this spot! It went through lots of changes, and 300 years later, by the time I was walking around, it became a great burger place called THE TASTY. In 1996 or whatever, The Tasty appears in the movie Good Will Hunting in the scene when Matt Damon kisses Minnie Driver. It might have also appeared in the film Love Story back in the 70s. I mix them up. Now it is a CVS. God help us.

The Longfellow House. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow lived at 105 Brattle Street. The great poet taught at Harvard and lived in the Georgian mansion from 1837 until his death in 1882. Before the author, George Washington used the house as his headquarters during the Siege of Boston. The house is open to the public, and it is where I had my eighth-grade graduation ceremony. The mayor attended and forgot the name of our school in his address to the kids. I heard people mutter that he was drunk. I can’t blame him. I had my first drinks hours before that ceremony.

71 Cherry Street, Cambridge. The woman considered to be American’s FIRST feminist, Margaret Fuller, was born and lived here.

Henry and Alice James lived at 20 Quincy Street. The house was knocked down in 1930 and the Harvard Faculty Club was erected there.

W.E.B. DuBois lived at 20 Flagg Street. The writer and pioneer of civil rights rented a room in this Cambridgeport home from 1890 to 1893. This is blocks from my childhood home. He was the first African American to receive a degree from Harvard.

Robert Frost lived at 35 Brewster Street. Frost, who attended high school in Lawrence, Massachusetts, lived in the West Cambridge home from 1943 to 1963.

T.S. Eliot lived at 16 Ash Street.

E.E. Cummings lived at 104 Irving Street. He was an innovator. He also wrote a poem about “Cambridge Women”. He lived at the Irving Street home from 1892 until about 1917.

Also you can find homes of the genius Nabokov and the great and beloved Julia Childs if you look around.

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diabloindigo · 3 years ago

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Are you the person to open a box of cereal just to get the toy inside? As a kid yes. Right now, I don’t buy cereals with prizes anymore. Do they even stuff toys in cereal these days?

Do you get scared easy? If it’s in the anxiety induced variety, yes.

What was one of the stupidest things you cried over when you were little? Not sure, it could have been anything from not wanting to wear a fancy dress or dress shoes to a party or a broken toy.

Have you ever drank milk from the carton? Despite having a working dishwasher and plenty of glasses, I “waterfall” milk and juice from the containers.

Juice or milk? I go both ways, leaning more towards juice. Apple or orange.

Do you ever turn off your computer properly? Once in a while.

Do you wish you were a fish? Not really, though I kinda envy the blue Dory (Doctor Fish?) in the tank at my gynecologist’s waiting room. It likes to swim to the bottom of the tank and ride up to the top on a bubble jet. That damn fish has probably had more fun than I have in the past several months.

Who’s your favorite super hero? Invincible (Amazon Prime). Along with Spider-Man (2002) and the Big Hero 6 movie, that character/series is a rare superhero show that makes me feel strong and vulnerable at the same time.

Who’s your favorite super villain? Slade Wilson/ Deathstroke as seen in “Teen Titans: The Judas Contract” animated movie and the 2003-2006 “Teen Titans” cartoon series.

Spiderman or X-men? Spider-Man. Tobey Maguire and Peter B. Parker from Into the Spiderverse.

Movie theatre or stay at home movie night? Theaters. Alamo Drafthouse. I love ordering boozy milkshakes and finger foods.

Do you have a Blue Ray? I have one of those external drives for my Mac though I never use it.

How about HD television? Yeah

Do you think HD television is kind of a waste of money? No.

Do you get why people get so frickin’ freaked out during football season? I do not, and living in a state with a hard-on for (American) football makes it weird when I tell people that I do not have a favorite football team/player.

Do you ever sneak scraps to the dog even though you’re not suppose to? I don’t sneak him food. If I cook or order too much to eat, then I scrape a couple of cup’s worth of leftovers in his bowl. He’s probably got only a year to live so let him live it up a little.

Are you reading a book right now? If so what? A friend gave me a copy of “The Only Good Indians” but I can't get into it so I’m reading “Full Throttle” by Joe Hill.

What was the last book you were required to read for school? It’s been so long I can’t remember.

O donuts or jelly filled? Whipped cream filled. I love Krispy Kreme’s whipped cream filled donuts with raspberry filled donuts as a close second.

If I’m feeling bland then I do like crullers.

Do you like your ice-cream in a bowl or cone? Bowl unless it’s a tasty cone.

Marshmallows in your hot chocolate or no? I could go either way unless it’s a tiny cup of chocolate.

Do you like cherry coke? Hell yes. I love going to Sonic for a cherry-vanilla-lime Coke or this greasy little 1950s type burger joint for their cherry cokes since they load the cups with several cherries.

Do you really think diet Dr. Pepper is the equivalent of a cupcake? No, it tastes artificial. Like a bastard child of a soft drink that wants to pass for cherry soda.

Do you snore in your sleep? Drool? Talk? Snore and talk (I’m pretty stressed out).

Have you ever sleep walked? no

Are you a morning person? I am now.

How do you wake up in the mornings? by alarm during the work week, naturally at 6-7 on vacation days.

Do you think guyliner is hot? What is that?

Is variety the spice of life? yeah

Do you think strawberry milk is disgusting? I like it.

Have you ever drank after anyone? Like sharing a cup/bottle? Yeah, loads of times.

Have you ever drank after anyone you don’t know very well? No.

Do you have any limits on who you drink/eat after?

If we’re talking about sharing, then I will share food/drink with family and friends. If someone offers me bite-size pieces that are individually wrapped or can be torn off the main portion, I’ll eat it, but only from co-workers or acquaintances.

Would you eat a sucker if someone already ate some of it? No.

Would you chew somebody else's gum? Hell no.

Do you know anyone who’s going to die of mono because of that? No.

Do you enjoy school? My English and psychology classes.

Are you a teacher’s pet? no

Do you have a job? Yes.

How did you get to and from school? Parents drove me or I walked for elementary through high school. I drove when I went to college.

Do you have a bedtime? And if so what is it? I’m in bed between 11-12 a.m.

What time do you get up? 6 am so I can walk/exercise before the sun boils the earth in full force.

Have you ever pulled an all-nighter? Yeah in college.

What’s more important? Beauty or brains? brains

Do you believe in yourself? Sometimes I do, and sometimes I don’t.

Did you ever want to be an astronaut when you were little? No. Being a veterinarian or scientist were my highest ambitions as a small kid.

How about the president? Never.

What did you want to be when you were little? Veterinarian, scientist, cartoon character.

Did you ever want to be a super model? no

Do you believe you’re attractive enough to be a super model? No.

Have you ever had an X-ray? Several in the past few months for pre-surgery and dental work.

What’s your favorite guy’s name? What’s your favorite girl’s name? Guys’: Shane, Mark, Tadashi, Austin, Cade, Trip.

Girls’: Quince, Sienna, Amy, Kit, Lizzie (Elizabeth), Raven.

Who’s your second cousin’s, grandparent’s, sister? The fuck...

Do you laugh to yourself whenever the ketchup bottle farts? No, in fact, I get annoyed when other people hear it and ask me if I farted.

Do you have any real guns in your house? I have several.

Do you know how to use nunchucks? No, I bought a pair at one of those Asian imports emporiums, but I donated them since I never learned to use them. They were these crappy foam padded ones with dragons printed on the handles.

Do you know anyone who can use nunchucks? No.

What do you want to be next Halloween? In better health and not shitting bricks about using up my paid time off to go to doctors’ appointments.

Did you ever consider getting a job as a mall Santa? No. I’d rather be one of his elves or a reindeer.

Are you the one responsible for taking out the garbage? Yes. Grosses me the fuck out sometimes with smelly discarded poultry trays or rotten food, but somebody’s gotta do it.

Do you recycle? My city has the blue recycling bins, but I heard that since we’re an ass-backward community, “recyclables” and trash all go to the same place. I just place recyclables in the blue bin to help clear up space in the trash bin. Maybe I’m wrong and this city does recycle? Can’t hurt.

When I was 11, I’d collect empty soda cans to take to the recycling guy since back in the day, they’d pay for aluminum cans. That’s how I scraped up funds for dollar movies and hot dogs.

Are you a pyro? Yeah. I carry/collect Zippo lighters but mostly because the “click-click” is satisfying to hear since I flip the lids open and closed to relieve stress. And I burn a lot of old bills and letters with sensitive info on them.

What was the last word/thing you wrote down? I was researching high fiber foods that are also low in carbs to make a grocery and dinner meal plan.

Sleeping or eating? After my surgery, sleeping.

Are you overall a positive person? I try to be realistically positive, if such a thing exists. The world will never be all sunshine and My Little Ponies, but I try to find some comfort and positivity when my world is a shit-show. Filling this survey out kinda helps.

Do you hate hypocrites? Yeah, especially the “do as I say, not as I do” types.

For instance, a certain family member is pushing good diet and health habits, but it aggravates the hell out of me if I see him drinking high sugar iced tea or eating ice cream. Or Door-Dashing Burger King, even if it is a Beyond Whopper with a diet Coke.

Do you like to prank people? Yes, but I do benign pranks like leaving dirty riddles and meme drawings on their front doors.

What was the worst prank you’ve ever done on anyone? I tried fucking with a telesolicitor but I could not stop laughing.

Have you ever jumped on a trampoline in the ice? I don’t own a trampoline.

Have you ever ice skated? No. I tried once after a local minor league hockey game. I got the skates on, but my ankles were bending/bowing out so I changed my mind.

Ever water skiid? No.

Is vacuum spelled funny? Yes.

Democrat or republican? I don’t associate formally with either party, but I hitch my pony a little to the left.

Who’s the biggest asshole you know? My former boss circa 2013. Very unprofessional and a veritable loudmouth and a poor (shit) showman wannabe.

Pen or pencil? Gel-ink pens.

Should all paper have holes? nope

Speaking of holes. Swiss cheese, what’s the point of that? Fewer calories? Spinning slices in my hand like a TV cowboy spinning his revolver in the trigger guard with his finger?

Have you ever been in a helicopter before? No.

Own any airbrushed tshirts? Nope, not even in the nineties.

Have you ever been suspended? No.

Have you ever been in a fist fight? A few playground fights as a kid.

Ever said something to someone that you didn’t mean to say? Yes.

Do you forgive too easily? I don’t think so.

What are you listening to right now? The AC running.

Have you ever seen any of MCR’s music videos? Nope.

Are you tan? No.

Have you ever been in a tanning bed? No. I have no desire to look like a Cheeto or woo skin cancer.

Have you ever played water volley? Once at my uncle’s neighborhood swimming pool.

Ever had a sunburn? Yes, from neglecting sunscreen re-applications or underestimating the sun.

How about wind burn? It hurts….. Nah, I don't live in a cold enough climate for that.

What was the first word you learned how to say? I think it was “mama.”

#random monkey shit #survey #ask #bored #Q and A #long post

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romioneficfest · 5 years ago

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Ignoring Ron

Title: Ignoring Ron

Prompt/Day: Day 6- Ron’s Bedroom

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Rating: pg-13

Brief summary: Muggle AU- it’s a few weeks before they take their A-levels and Hermione is trying very hard to ignore her infatuation with her best friend.

Any possible triggering/warning tags: nudity mentioned, alcohol, drunkenness, not ace safe thoughts?

Hermione hadn’t wanted to come. She wasn’t meant for parties with heavy drinking and music so loud you couldn’t talk.

“This isn’t just any party; it’s celebrating the team winning the championship! My parents are out of town and it’s just the twins watching us; they don’t care what we get up to! You’ve got to come! Plus, Ron would be really disappointed if you didn’t,” Ginny wheedled. Hermione hated how easily this made her say yes.

Ron had been one of her best friends for years, but would they remain so? In a few weeks they’d take their A-levels, then who knew if they’d be at the same university, or even the same city! The most painful part was how infatuated with him she was.

She’d tried not to be. She had tried not noticing his crooked smile with straight teeth. She had tried ignoring the way he was the only person who could make her laugh so hard she snorted. She had willfully forced thoughts of his freckles and just where they ended out of her mind.

She’d been unable to ignore the fluttery feeling in her stomach when he helped lug logs about for the party’s fire pit, but that was no matter. After that she was fine!

Ginny set up a rickety pair of folding tables for drinks and the snacks Hermione had brought for the occasion. A lot of good it did, though, because most of the food was being thoroughly ignored for a ridiculous amount of alcohol that made the tables sag in the middle. How was it that dozens of people showed up, and no guests thought to bring food but her?

“Raise a glass to our team!” Seamus crowed over the din. The rest of the other tipsy students raised their cups and bottles high in the air. “For a game well played, arses well kicked, and a good excuse to CELEBRATE!” They all shouted and whooped before tossing back their drinks with enthusiasm.

Hermione held her cup aloft but didn’t drink from it. Whoever had poured her drink had been rather heavy handed.

The fire pit crackled and Hermione moved to avoid the trail of smoke that seemed to blow in her face no matter where she sat. There was a great rumble of laughter coming from everyone, but she didn’t feel anywhere near jovial. Lavender Brown had been flirting wildly with Ron for a few hours, and the way he smiled and chatted with her he seemed to like it! Not that she cared. It wasn’t her business if he wanted to make an absolute arse of himself. Hmm… Maybe she would drink a bit of the unknown concoction she’d been given.

The drink burned its way down her throat, and the taste was just as bad as the burn. She would not notice his kind deep-set blue eyes. She would ignore his charmingly wild gesticulations as he told a story. She would willfully force the thought of how broad his shoulders looked out of her mind! A few more deep drains of her cup wouldn’t hurt in that.

As the night went on Hermione found it much easier to forget about Ron and his absolutely scrumptious bottom lip that he had between his teeth after he asked her if she was ok. He was out of her mind as she danced with some of the other girls, and Ron steadied her before she tripped on a log, hand enticingly skimming her side. She didn’t think about him at all when a group decided to go skinny dipping, and she heard him give a swear right as she toddled into the lake. Ron Weasley who?

Thirty minutes into her swim with the others they were all laughing and having fun, and she was beginning to feel that same melancholy she had by the fire. Plus she was getting tired of keeping her wobbly balance on the one algae covered rock that kept her from having to tread water.

She heard a splash beside her and turned to see the boy she’d been very successfully ignoring all evening.

“You alright?” Ron asked. He was so tall he didn’t have to tread water.

“M’tired and cold,” she dazedly mumbled, before giving an embarrassed sigh. “And… I dunno where I left my clothes.”

Ron gave her a teasing look. “Yeah I didn’t think you would… I put ‘em in the shed for you.”

“I’m naked!” she exclaimed, almost losing her footing on the rock.

“Noticed that,” Ron said with a barely restrained grin. “I’ll go get you a towel and your clothes. Can you swim to the pier by yourself?”

She shrugged.

“Okay… hold onto my arm,” he said, putting out his forearm. She took hold of it, and he kept her at a respectable distance as he swam them to the pier.

She didn’t stop herself from silently watching as his waterlogged boxers fell down revealing a white arse cheek, but were quickly pulled back up in place. He went into the shed and came out with a large beach towel stretched between his hands.

“I won’t look,” he said, giving the towel a shake. She climbed the slippery ladder at the end of the pier and was very grateful for the large towel now wrapped about her. He lead her to the shed, where she took a very long time dressing herself in the dark. She wasn’t entirely sure she’d put her dress on right and had nearly fallen over twice.

When she finally emerged he had a towel wrapped around his waist and a t-shirt on.

“Wanna warm up by the fire?”

She nodded, though doing so hurt her head. She stared at the fire, and sleepily smiled as Ron tucked her into a camp chair with a blanket and sat beside her. He’d gotten her water and some of the food she’d brought for the party.

“You’re eating my food!” she said with a smile, seeing he’d made a plate for himself as well.

“Of course! Most of these heathens didn’t bring anything to eat!”

They ate in a comfortable silence and watched the low flames flicker and crackle.

“Hmm… My head hurts…”

“Yeah, drink the water I gave you.”

She silently drank the whole cup, letting out a sigh as she finished.

“D’you think we’re gonna be friends forever?” she asked, leaning her head on his warm shoulder.

“Course,” he said with an amused laugh.

“What if we don’ go to the same schoolthingy?”

Her eyes were closing.

“Doesn’t matter. I’ll always be there,” his baritone rumbled through her and made her feel even more cozy.

“I’m sneepy.”

“And drunk.”

“No! I don’t drink!” she protested, snuggling further into his arm. “Love you, Ron…”

She woke up to a low throb through her head and realized she was in a bed. Opening her eyes all the way she oriented herself. It only took a moment for her to recognize Ron’s bedroom. And she was in Ron’s bed! What had she done?

In a panic, she looked about, but she quickly realized she was still fully dressed, though her dress was on backward and inside out. She slowly sat up and found Ron snoring away on the floor next to his bed, with only one pillow and a too-short blanket to keep him warm. Even through her headache she stopped to appreciate him and the way the morning light danced across his ginger locks.

She cautiously stepped over him and sorted out her appearance the best she could in his small mirror. Kneeling down she gave his arm a light touch.

“Huh?” he grunted, immediately beginning to sit up. “Y’ok?”

“I’m fine,” she said with a smile. “You can have your bed back. It’s early still. Maybe you can get some sleep.”

“Hmmokay,” he sleepily mumbled, transferring himself into the bed. She watched him for a moment. He seemed to have fallen back asleep. Before she left she leaned down and gave him a small kiss that just grazed the corner of his mouth.

“Love you, Ron.”

“You’re not still drunk are you?” she heard him ask. Her cheeks flamed as she stood up straight to stare him in the eye.

“Erm, no…” she mumbled, as he sat up. “No I’m not.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, I’m quite sure!”

“Good.”

And then his lips were on hers with little preamble. It was a soft kiss, asking for permission she was happy to give him.

“I love you too.”

From that morning on she could happily notice his straight teeth and crooked smile. She didn’t have to ignore the way his hand perfectly held hers, or the way he watched after her in a million little ways. She even could think about the white bit of bum she’d seen on the pier.

She didn’t have to ignore Ron Weasley at all, a fact that delighted them both.

#Romione FicFest 2020 #Fic Post #Romione #Ron Weasley #Hermione Granger #Submission #Queue Up for the Dragon #cw:#cw: alcohol #cw: nudity #Not Quite Ace Safe

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kieraelieson · 5 years ago

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Mer Logan

I was supposed to be writing on one of my two long-form stories, but then I was distracted by tiktok, and I saw a mer!logan one, and I just started writing and couldn’t stop.

The storm had only just subsided, and the sea was still angry and wild. It was the perfect time for hunting.

Logan always found the most food just after a storm. While he was not opposed to eating the deep-sea fish, they left him craving variety.

He had an island to himself. It was small, but just large enough to have a small freshwater pond in it. Because of this, the human ships forced to land there often let what few animals they sometimes had onto the island to drink. It was the perfect trap.

Although, with how frequently he’d used it, the island was starting to get a reputation for being haunted, and the humans weren’t stopping there unless they absolutely had to.

Logan swam once around the island, but there wasn’t a ship there at the moment. He shifted into a form comparable to human, and walked up onto the island. Perhaps he’d cook one of his freshwater fishes. There weren’t enough of them yet to eat a whole meal, but one or two wouldn’t harm his growing population too much.

Logan stopped short when he saw something that was not supposed to be on his island. It was a human. The human was tied to a tree, slumped in either sleep or unconsciousness. Or, Logan considered, it could also be dead. It had something tied over its eyes, and it’s exposed skin was red with sunburn. It must have been here a while then.

Well, the first thing to do would be to ascertain whether or not it was alive. Logan put his hand to its throat, feeling for a pulse, and the human jerked his head up with a terrified sound.

“Hush,” Logan said, rather annoyed.

The human’s mouth snapped closed, but his breathing quickened. It was clearly terrified.

Well, now that he knew it was alive, Logan had to deceive whether he wanted to keep it alive or kill it. He’d rather not just leave it to die, but he didn’t have a particular liking for humans, so he wasn’t certain if he wanted to keep it. It would certainly have to stay on his island if he did.

Logan left the human and went to his pond. He took a large leaf, and used it as a cup to gather water. He brought it back to the human and pressed it to its lips.

“Drink.”

The human drank the water greedily, and when it was gone started sobbing.

Logan frowned in confusion. That hadn’t been the response he expected to get. He left the human alone again and went back to the sea. He wasn’t going to waste his freshwater fish on a human.

After a while, he had the fish roasting over a fire. He stared into the flames, thoughts racing through his brain. The pros and cons of keeping a human. If he kept it, should he leave it tied up or allow it to roam? Tied up would be less of an annoyance, but if he freed it it could care for itself.

The fish was soon done, far before he’d made up his mind. He went back to the human with a smallish piece. It wouldn’t be good for the human to eat too much if it hadn’t eaten in several days.

The human’s head came up as soon as it could hear him. Logan pressed some of the fish against its mouth, and didn’t have to give any kind of command before the human was eating.

When Logan turned away, and the human realized that he wasn't going to feed it anymore, it spoke, in a raspy, pained voice. “Thank you.”

Logan turned back to the human, mildly curious.

“This is— you own this island, don’t you?” The human asked.

“The sea owns the island,” Logan said, his voice unused to the human language. “But I have claimed it, yes.”

“Please, may I stay?” The human asked.

Logan was surprised. In all his thinking, he hadn’t considered that the human’s would want to stay, much less that he would ask.

“Please, please don’t kill me. O-or leave me here.” And the human was crying again.

“If you were left here like this, surely you were intended to die,” Logan commented.

The human wrenched with a sob. “I know… but I don’t want to die. Please.”

“Should I consider your desires in my decision?”

“Please…” the human asked pitifully, dissolving into sobs.

Logan couldn’t think clearly with the human carrying on like this. He went back to the beach, and ate his own dinner.

Finally he decided. He’d let the human stay. If for nothing else, he certainly brought up more questions. And Logan enjoyed having more questions.

He buried the bones and scales in the sand, not wanting to bother with them any longer. He went back to the human, who was still crying, but much more quietly now.

The human didn’t notice his approach this time, so he made a click in the back of his throat, not wanting to startle the human. The human started shaking.

Logan reached behind the human’s head, and untied the blindfold. He lifted it away, and found that it left a strip of white skin it had covered, and pale blue eyes that were rimmed with red and swimming with tears.

The human looked straight into his eyes, not roaming its gaze over his body like many humans did, and not looking as if it was scared of him. Logan was now further intrigued. He moved to the back of the tree, untying the ropes.

As soon as the human was released it fell to the ground, letting out sounds of pain and curling up, rubbing at its hands and lower legs.

“Are you injured?” Logan asked.

“I-it hurts…” the human whined.

Logan wasn’t very knowledgeable in human healing, and just left the human alone to heal itself however it was able. He went back to the beach, rolling the new questions over and over in his head as he stared at the fire.

The night grew long, and the fire slowly burned out. Logan laid back, watching the stars instead. There was a shuffling sound, and the human laid down near him. Logan turned his gaze to the human, who was watching him just as intently.

“Am I allowed to stay?” The human whispered.

“Yes,” Logan said, further inspecting his human.

Wait.

His human?

Where had that come from?

The human was still looking directly at his face. Logan was surprised that the human wasn’t more curious about his markings.

“My name is Patton,” the human whispered. “What’s yours?”

Logan scanned the human’s face, wondering why he wanted to know his name. “Logan.”

Patton gave him a slight smile, and then closed his eyes.

Logan turned his gaze back up to the stars, now having far more questions to roll around.

He moved Patton to the shade before he went back to the sea.

••^*^••

Logan returned a few days later. When he arrived Patton was asleep, underneath a lean to he’d made to keep out of the sun. He was near the pond, and had a well-used firepit, around which Logan could see the signs of eaten fish. His freshwater fish.

At first, he was very much inclined to be angry, but he realized that he had neither told Patton to leave them alone, nor had he given him an alternate source of food.

Logan went back to the ocean, and brought back quite a large fish. He started cooking it in Patton’s firepit.

“Logan!” Patton exclaimed, nearly startling him.

“What?” Logan asked, annoyed.

“You’re back!”

“Yes. That seems redundant, as we can both clearly see that I am here.”

“I thought you weren’t coming back!”

“It’s my island, of course I would return.”

Patton started bouncing up and down. Logan narrowed his eyes, trying to understand the behavior. “Is something the matter?”

Patton shook his head. “I’m just happy. You’re the only real person out here.”

“I am not human.”

“I know. But I can still talk to you, and touch you, and— and I can know I’m not crazy.”

“I would prefer that you do not touch me,” Logan said.

“Ok. But I can still talk to you!”

“Yes, I suppose you can. Is talking to a person an important thing for humans?”

Patton nodded. “If we don’t we tend to go crazy.”

Logan nodded slowly. This would need more consideration. “I suppose I’ll have to return more frequently.”

Patton’s eyes went wide, and he came even closer. “Can you come a lot? Like every day?”

“Every day would quickly become tiring.”

“I can be distracting! I won’t be tiring! I can— if you need quiet I can also be quiet!”

“Your mere existence tires me, and will likely continue to do so until I understand you more. I need to have adequate time to consider.”

Patton wilted. “Please don’t leave me alone.”

“I have already expressed an intention to return frequently.”

Patton nodded slowly. “How many days is frequently?”

“I haven’t decided.”

Patton nodded, his head down.

“Are you upset?”

“Well, kinda. I’ve just been really lonely.”

“Should I find you another human? Humans are typically in groups, is this a necessity?”

“Well, yeah, we need to be together but you can’t just go and kidnap someone!”

“There is no need of kidnapping. There are several places where humans are abandoned frequently. Given a few weeks, I am certain to come across one.”

Patton’s eyes were wide, but it seemed to be for a different reason this time. Logan really needed more time alone to understand this.

“They just die out there?”

Logan shrugged. “I haven’t waited around to see.”

“Well you have—!” Patton cut himself off. “Yes, please rescue another human and bring them here.”

Logan nodded.

After a short silence, Patton tried making small talk, which Logan didn’t so much participate in as he analyzed.

••^*^••

Logan’s eye was drawn by movement, and he swam upward.

There was a human child, struggling to remain on top of a board. This was especially strange as they were quite a ways from shore. He could still see land in the distance, but likely the child was unable to. This also was not one of the places he had intended to check for humans.

Logan raised his head above the water, allowing himself a few seconds to adjust to the air before speaking.

However, in those few seconds, the human child was panicking, thrusting away from him with all the speed it could muster.

“Calm yourself.” Logan commanded, lifting the child and setting it on the board before it could drown itself.

After a few minutes, the child was calm, his eyes glassy from the control.

“Why are you out here?” Logan asked.

“I’m running away.”

“You’re more likely to die than to successfully escape if your vessel consists of a single board.”

“It used to be a raft, but it broke.”

“I see. Well, I suppose I was looking for a human. You’ll do as well as any.”

“Are you going to eat me?”

Logan’s face twisted in disgust. “The few times I’ve resorted to eating humans were marked low points in my life. No, I do not intend to eat you. I have a human that would like company.”

The child curled in on himself. “I don’t like humans.”

Logan nodded, starting off for the island and pulling the board behind him. “Neither do I, and yet this one seems different.”

“Does your human like kids?”

“I don’t know. I do not imagine that he dislikes them.”

The child curled in on himself farther, and Logan turned to see that he was exhausted, and beginning to fall asleep.

“If your human is mean to me I’ll run away again.”

Logan took the child in his arms. This made the second human he found himself growing attached to. And yet he could not find what made them different. “If my human is mean to you I’ll take you away myself. But I don’t think he will be.”

The child nodded, his eyes slipping closed.

••^*^••

Patton is woken by crying. Logan is coming towards his little ‘camp’ and carrying a little boy, who’s crying and clinging to him.

“I don’t want to! I’m scared!”

“Hush, he’s right here.”

The boy turned to look at Patton, and then buried his face in Logan’s chest.

“Hey, what’s the matter?”

The little boy started crying harder as Logan tried to push him into Patton’s arms.

“Logan, Logan, wait, he doesn’t want to come to me.”

Logan frowned, but he let the boy cling to him.

“Hey, buddy,” Patton said, coming closer. “What’s the matter?”

“I don’t want you!” The little boy nearly screams.

“It’s ok, I won’t touch you. Are you alright?”

The crying started dying down. “ ‘m fine.”

“Wonderful, then you can get down,” Logan said, trying again to push the child away from him.

The little boy got down, but hid behind Logan’s legs, causing him to sigh heavily. “I’m leaving. I’ve had barely any time to myself and this just introduces a whole new host of problems.”

“No!” The little boy screams. “No, don’t leave me! Please!”

“Why do all the humans I meet seem to require my presence?” Logan said, clearly getting more annoyed. “I will return.”

The little boy was holding tightly to Logan’s leg. “Don’t leave!”

“Calm yourself and let go.” Logan said, and Patton felt a wave of calm wash over him, placating his worries.

The little boy let go of Logan and sat down.

Logan turned and walked into the sea, leaving Patton wondering idly how long it would be until he came back.

“If you touch me I’ll run away,” the boy said, hugging his knees up to his chest.

“It’s ok. I won’t. I’m just going to make some dinner.” Patton said lightly.

••^*^••

Logan returned to the island several days later, feeling much better. It was the middle of the afternoon, and when he found Patton, he was asleep, with the child laying on top of him, also asleep.

Logan was pleased with this development. His humans seemed happy. Though, that was an odd thought. Why did he care if they were happy? He’d never cared for humans. But strangely, he found himself still pleased.

The child’s eyes cracked open, and then he jumped up, jabbing Patton in the stomach with his hand. “Logan!”

Logan was suddenly tackled by the small human. When he made his way back to a sitting position Patton was standing very close, longing in his eyes.

“Can I hug you too?”

Logan sighed. Humans really seemed to require physical touch. “You may.”

He was tackled to the ground again. Both of his humans were giggling. Maybe this wasn’t so bad.

#logan sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #mer!logan #platonic moxiety #platonic analogical #platonic logicality

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purplesurveys · 4 years ago

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What’s the last vegetable you ate, and when did you eat it? My dinner had broccoli and bell peppers in it.

What was your last Facebook notification for? It was Aliyah replying to our comment thread on one of my posts. There wasn’t anything in her comment that was worth replying to anymore, so I just reverted with a Haha react.

What bands have you seen live? Paramore, Coldplay (not super legally), and One Direction.

Tell me an interesting fact about your mother: She almost became a flight attendant, but she failed the final screening because of her height. I think the idea of her nearly having a completely different career is very interesting.

What do you think is the most important thing to happen to you before the age of 13? In my case, probably getting my period. I got my first one when I was barely 10.

What were you super against as a young child but aren’t anymore? Chicken curry. I also hateeeeeeeed Dora the Explorer with a passion, but now I find the show hilarious haha.

What are your plans later today? My work sched this week had been so fucking PACKED, that I want to do nothing but catch up on sleep all weekend. But seeing as I’m a proponent of revenge bedtime procrastination, I also highly doubt I’d let myself fall into a nap (Exhibit A: Me currently taking this survey at 2 AM...) If anything, I’ll probably just continue watching BTS In The Soop and finally start on Season 2 of Bon Voyage.

Are you doing anything exciting this weekend? Well, it’s the weekend already, so...that ^ I will also have to take Cooper to the vet this Sunday.

Who do you talk to the most? Other than my team at work, Angela. I’ve been extra talkative these days because of our now-mutual excessive love for BTS, that I sometimes feel bad that I keep bombarding her with messages.

What are some things you do regularly that make you feel old? Talk to my friends who are still in college, especially when they update me about the current happenings in UP that I have absolutely no clue about anymore.

Who is your best guy friend(s)? I don’t have any best guy friends.

Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? Neither; I’m fine with my tannish skin tone.

If you had a tiny scar on your face, would you get it removed or just keep it? Keep it; I already do.

Have you had an x-ray in the past year? Nah. My last one had been nearly 5 years ago, when I needed to get my back checked for scoliosis.

Do you think your first love still loves you? No. And that’s okay. :)

What is something that is “going right” in your life? EVERYTHINGGGGGGGGGGG I am so so happy with my life right now weeeee. I have the job of my dreams – I’m even working with THE ACTUAL K-POP GROUP SLASH PHENOMENON SLASH ICONS BTS for one of the clients I handle FHKDHGKHGFDKGHDKGH, I have the best and most supportive friends in the world, and I am now starting to grow my collection of BTS merch with my hard-earned money. Everything is going abso-fucking-lutely perfectly, and to think I didn’t think I would make it past 2020.

When did you feel ready to start dating? Middle of high school.

When was the last time your pet bit you? If you don’t have a pet, have you ever been bitten by someone else’s? I was play fighting with Cooper earlier tonight, and he got a little bit excited and ended up biting my upper lip quite harder than usual. It stung for a while, but it’s okay now.

Where were you the last time you made out? I think it was my bedroom.

When was the last time you cried tears of joy? Yesterday.

How do you type your sad smileys? Just this :(

Do you have “decorative hand-towels” that cannot be used in your house? Nope.

What was the last soda you drank? Probably the Coke I drank at an org event last year, pre-pandemic, out of sheer thirst. There wasn’t any water being served so I just gulped down the soda and tried to ignore the annoying fizziness. I don’t drink soda.

What was the last thing someone made fun of you for? I was having a video call session with my workmates this afternoon as a way to end the week on a good note, and I recounted my experience of being locked out of the office while I was in the middle of a presentation for a client, and how I managed to get myself back in.

Have you ever had any type of surgery? Nope.

Should kids be allowed to get tattoos/piercings without parental consent? No.

Who was the last person to hit on you? No one has in a while.

What was the last thing you decided not to do, that you were supposed to? A deliverable a client asked me to do. It can wait til Monday.

What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever had to tell someone? Maybe straight up admitting to my mom that she can be hurtful sometimes. It’s hard because she never actually processes things like that and they do nothing but vanish into thin air, even though it takes everything in me to be that honest.

What do you put on hot dogs? Mayonnaise.

Ever fallen in the shower? Like once, when I was 10 or 11.

What’s the worst thing you’ve ever called someone you care about? Continued from last night. It was probably ‘bitch.’ Based on what I’ve learned from my mom, I put extra effort in particuarly watching what comes out of my mouth, because I know how words stick.

Do you think that things will get better? I did, and now it has.

Have you ever legitimately saved a person’s life? I think I may have. The story is a little triggering though, so I wouldn’t share it.

What’s your favourite book genre? Doesn’t really count as a genre but I like auto/biographies.

Have you ever walked out of a movie at the theatre? I’ve felt like it, but I’ve never done it.

Do dogs like you? Yes, at least for 99.5% of my experiences.

Would you say that you project an air of authority? In certain circles. But there are some groups where I trust others to lead rather than me.

Have you ever jumped off a high dive into a pool? Nah, because I’ve never seen one. But even if I did, I think I would be too scared to do it hahaha.

Do you use one towel when you shower or two? (one for hair, one for body) One. I use it to wash my entire body already.

Have you ever been to one of the great lakes? No.

Who do you know that had a baby recently? The son of one of my old college instructors. I believe she had been born in March because that prof recently posted family photos on Facebook that celebrated the baby’s first monthsary.

Do you like Usher’s songs? Not in particular.

When was the last time you went to a waterpark? Not a big fan of these as I find them unhygienic haha. The last time must have been...like anywhere between 12-15 years ago.

Have you ever ridden a train? Just once, and I had to go with Jum because I didn’t want to go alone.

What do you eat your French fries with? Mayonnaise. If there isn’t any available, I’d want the fries to at least be generously sprinkled with salt; otherwise I’d find it too bland.

Do you have family problems? Nothing blatant, but I know we are more dysfunctional than how we make it out to be.

What’s the last food you ate that was stale? Pizza. I got two extra large boxes for my birthday last Wednesday and until now we still have some of it around :((( I ate some slices at around 3 AM earlier and they were tough as fuck to chew, hahaha. Still good, though.

How do you like your grilled cheese? I don’t have grilled cheese sandwiches often. Surprise me.

What is the most challenging meal you have ever cooked? I don’t cook.

What was your favorite thing to do as a little kid? I liked watching my cousin play video games; playing outside; and answering my friends’ autograph books (aka my pre-survey days, lol).

Have you ever been close to drowning? Yup but just once. I was swimming and was just about to come up for air when one of my cousins, coming from the bottom of the pool, suddenly started to playfully pull me down. I was nearly out of breath by then and he had a much stronger grip on me, so I struggled for a while and ended up panicking and thrashing around a bit before I was able to wriggle myself free.

Have you ever had a panic attack? It’s rare that it happens, but when it does it’s really bad and there’s no telling when it would subside.

Do you like doing housework? Some, and only if I’m in the mood to. If I feel like I have to do it, then I get lazy.

Would you ever get implants? I considered it before as a teen, back when small-chested girls were still bullied or made fun of on an everyday basis. How fucked up is that? I’m so relieved at how much social media has progressed.

Do you own a robe? No.

Do you have a little sister? What’s her name? I have a younger sister but she’s barely a baby; she’s literally turning 21 this year. Nina.

Do you like crust on pizza or do you cut it off? I like crust as long as it’s normal crust or stuffed crust. I can’t stand thin crust.

What was the last song you listened to? Euphoria - credited to BTS, but it’s a Jungkook solo.

Have any of your family members been to jail? Not blood relatives, but I know of super extended unrelated family members who’ve been to prison. Is there anyone that you feel you still need some closure with? I don’t think so. Sometimes no closure is closure.

Can you remember when you first learned how to read? I can’t, actually. All I remember is that I suddenly wanted to read everything by the time I was 5 and asked for nothing but storybooks every Christmas.

What event in your life has transformed your personality the most? College. Gabie also had a very big influence on me during our relationship.

Have you ever had any teeth pulled? Yes, but it was because it was already decayed.

Do you still want to be what you wanted to be in elementary school? No, but I do elements of it in my work so that works out well for me. I wanted to be an author when I was in grade school, and today I regularly write various materials in my job.

What’re some TV shows that you would like to get into? I just wanna get reconnected with The Crown again. I was already into it but I had to stop watching for a LONG time, because the show had some personal connections to my ex and so it seemed hard to get into the new season without breaking down lol. Now that I’m doing fine, I feel like it’s a good time to revisit the show.

How would you feel if you were drafted for the military? Won’t happen here, but it’s the kind of situation where I wouldn’t really have a choice and would have to follow.

What is your favorite Queen song? I don’t have any.

Do you know how to use any foreign currency? What do you mean, use...? Don’t you just use money to pay?? Hahaha or if you mean convert, then yeah I know how to do that with several currencies – US dollar, Korean won, Euro, Japanese yen, and whatever official name the pound has.

Been kissed by someone who you knew was “bad” for you? Nope.

Ever taken an at-home pregnancy test? I have not.

When was the last time you were at a loss of what to do? I usually don’t have plans laid out on weekends these days anymore, so lately it’s all been a matter of winging it and just wanting to make sure that by the end of the day I get to say I made the most out of my free time.

What did you do on your favorite date with a guy/girl? The time we did museum hopping + Italian dinner, or the one where we had French dinner + jazz bar.

What’s a movie you have seen in the theater more than once? I never do rewatches for movies still in cinemas.

What is the reason you’re still alive? I was stubborn and wanted to see if life would get better; I didn’t want to leave my dogs behind; I didn’t want to miss out on how potentially great and exciting my life could end up being; I didn’t want to cause and leave an even bigger emotional rift on my family.

I’m so happy I stayed.

Have you ever had sex in someone else’s bed/bedroom? Yeah. Not the best decision, and I wouldn’t do it again lol.

Do you ever brush your hair before you go to bed? Sometimes, so that it doesn’t look like a bird’s nest when I wake up the next day.

Have you ever had a dream about sleeping with a celebrity? (You don’t have to give details.) I don’t think so. I have definitely imagined it in...other ways, though.

Has anyone ever told you that they needed you? Do you think they meant it? Both in the superficial and loaded senses, yeah.

How did you feel when you woke up today? What was the first thing you thought about? I felt kind of like shit, just because I slept for only 1.5 hours – my body automatically wakes me up by a certain time, no matter what time I fell asleep. And also because my back and shoulder muscles were killing me with how sore they felt.

Do you still tell your parents that you love them? I show it, but I don’t say it. I’m pretty stingy when it comes to that phrase.

Have you ever said “I love you” to someone you weren’t going out with? Yes? It shouldn’t be limited to people you’re dating? I express it to Anj and Andi all the time.

Have you ever been threatened before? Sure.

Would you date someone with a physical disability? Yes.

Think of the last person you had sex with. Do you think they’ve slept with anyone else since they last slept with you? Purely guessing, it’s likely. I’m not updated about her life anymore, though; life has been going on as if she never existed.

The last time you dyed your hair, what color did you dye it? I’ve never had it dyed.

Think of the last time you went out to eat. Who paid? I went out by myself, so I paid.

Do you save at least 15 percent of your income? Yeah. I had a very good saving streak in which I was able to save anywhere around 50-60% every month...and thennnn I became a fan of BTS early this month LOOOOOL so now I’m back to like square three when it comes to my savings haha. Like I still know my limits and when to fucking stop taking out money from my bank account, but I’ve been spending dramatically more than I have been in the last few months.

Do you ever go on Reddit? If so, what are some of your favorite subreddits? I used to go much more regularly, to the point where it was a part of my daily routine. Now I go at least once a month. I usually check out the Ask Reddit (for anecdotes), Today I Learned (for trivia), and GMM subreddits. Sometimes I’ll get on the Squared Circle subreddit as well to be updated on wrestling.

Were you ever a flower girl or ring bearer in anyone’s wedding when you were little? Many times as a flower girl, yeah.

Are your parents in good health? Fortunately, yes.

Have you ever been a caregiver to a sick/disabled relative? Nope.

Is there any type of medicine you can’t take? For what reason? Not that I know of.

Do you have a favorite pair of pajamas? What do they look like? I don’t have pajama sets since I find them too warm.

Do you have any interesting pillow cases? Eh, I don’t think so.

If something on your body hurts, which part is it most likely to be? Shoulder muscles or my lower back.

Are you more afraid of spiders or bees? Bees.

Have you ever worn fake nails? If so, what did the last pair you wore look like? No.

Is Russian or Native American history more interesting to you? Native American.

#survey #surveys

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lovemesomesurveys · 3 years ago

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—:: Who ::—

… was the last person you saw face to face?

My mom.

… was the last person you texted or messaged online? My aunt.

… was the last person who asked you for a favour? My mom earlier.

… was the last person you lent something to? I don’t recall.

… was the last person who told you a secret/confided in you? Probably my aunt.

… is the tallest person you know? My brother.

… the shortest person you know? Me, ha.

… your oldest (in years) friend? I don’t have any friends.

… is the oldest (in length of time) friend? --

… is your youngest friend? --

… is your newest friend? --

… is your closest relative? My mom and brother.

… was your favourite teacher? My 4th, who also ended up being my 8th, grade teacher.

… was your least favourite teacher? These two math professors I had at community college. They were really rude.

… did you spend the most time with when growing up? My parents, cousins, and grandparents.

… knows you the best? My mom. And ya’ll, ha.

… always beats you in games or sports? I don’t do a lot of competitive stuff, but let’s be real everyone would probably beat me cause I suck at everything.

… who is the most creative of the people you know? I have a few artistic and creative family members. I sadly did not get the gene.

… is the funniest person you know? My brother.

… is the most organised that you know? One of my aunts.

… that you know has travelled the most? My paternal grandparents and one of my uncles.

… has always been there for you? My family, especially my mom.

… has given you the most personal gift? What’s a personal gift, exactly?

… has an annoying laugh? *shrug*

… never forgets a birthday? I think I’m pretty good about that.

… do you live with? My parents, brother, and doggo.

…,do you have the most in common with? My mom and brother.

…is the sportiest person you know? My dad.

…was your last missed call? A spam call.

…did you last open your door for? Delivery person.

… has your heart? Me.

…do you share a special song with? No one.

…do you miss right now? I’ll always miss my loved ones who have passed away.

…last made you angry? Not sure about a who, but situations and circumstances lately have.

…did you last buy a gift for? My dad for Father’s Day.

…did you celebrate your last birthday with? My parents and brother.

…have you gone to a concert with? A former friend.

…can make you laugh? My family.

…has taught you how to do something? Teachers.

…has lost something of yours? Hmm.

…has broke your heart? A couple of people.

…has stood you up? Joseph.

:: What ::

...I

s your favourite colour?

...Pastels, rose gold, sea foam green, coral, yellow.

...Can you do that most your friends can’t? ---

...Is your birthday? July 28th, mark your calendars.

...Colour eyes do you have? Brown.

...Form of transport do you take to work/school? I don’t work/done with school.

...Music do you like to listen to in the car? My parents and brother each play their Spotify playlists in their cars, so I hear whoever’s playlist of the car I’m in.

...Languages can you speak? I’m only fluent in English, but I know a little Spanish. ...Was the last thing you drank? Water.

...Was the last thing you ate? 4 over-easy eggs, loaded hash browns (shredded cheese, country gravy, and onions), and toast with strawberry jam from Denny’s.

...Time did you wake up this morning? Around 8.

...Colour are your bedroom walls? White.

...Drink do you usually order when eating out? Coffee.

..Food can you cook well? Just ramen.

...Animals have you had for a pet? Doggos, fish, and a couple of hamsters.

...Are your initials? ---

...Kind of activities do you like to do on the weekends? I don’t do anything different.

...Movie do you know line by line? There’s a few.

...Band(s) have you seen in concert? I’ve seen several.

...Do you buy/get to treat yourself? Depends what I want.

...Colours your phone cover? It’s a clear one.

...Part of the world would you love to visit? I’d love to be able to travel all over.

...Subject were you good at in school? English.

...Careers do your parents have? My mom works at Walgreens and my dad works at a car repair shop.

...Brand of clothing do you buy most often? Most of my clothes are from Boxlunch, Hot Topic, and Kohl’s.

...Chocolate bar is your favourite? White chocolate.

...TV show have you watched every series of? There’s a ton.

...Radio station do you listen to the most? I haven’t listened to the radio for like 4-5 years now.

...Podcasts are you subscribed to? None.

...Is your favourite dessert? Milkshakes, ice cream, brownies, cheesecake, cookies, cupcakes, donuts, muffins.

...Can’t you do that most around you seem to? >> Function. <<<

...Are 5 qualities you value in a friend? Someone I can confide in, someone that’s easy to be around, good listener, loyal, understanding.

...Are 5 qualities you value in a partner? Patient, understanding, caring, good sense of humor, loyal.

...Size pizza do you usually order? It depends. If my family and I are all getting pizza, we usually get 2 mediums ad one of those are the toppings of my choosing and they’ll have some of that as well as the pizza of their choosing (I’m the picky one that’s why we get two, ha). If I’m just getting pizza then I’ll get a personal.

...Cuisine do you like to order or cook? I love Italian, Mexican, and Chinese food. I’m not a cook except for ramen.

...Colour(s) dominate your wardrobe? Black.

...Toothpaste brand do you use? Sensodyne.

...Sounds can you hear right now? ASMR video, my fans, and the TV.

...Is the weather like today? It’s currently 90F.

...Are your plans for tomorrow? Just another day.

:: Where ::

...

Do you keep your phone when not using it?

It’s usually always near me somewhere.

...Were you born? California.

...Do you go to unwind? My bed. And the beach when I’m able, which isn’t often. :( I wish I lived near one cause I’d be there a lot.

...Is your best friend right now? Work.

...Can you go nearby to have a good time? My city is lame.

...Is the nearest restaurant? Not even a 5 minute drive from my house.

...Is the nearest beach? About 2 1/2 hours away.

...Did you meet your closest friend? --

...Did you go for your last vacation? I went to Disneyland last year and it ended up being right before the pandemic and lockdown stuff happened. Like literally two weeks before.

...Is the nearest mall or superstore? About a 10 minute drive.

...Did you last get an injury? I don’t remember.

...Is the most extravagant place you’ve stayed at? I’ve stayed at nice hotels.

...Do most the local kids play? *shrug*

...Have you been with your family? Uhh, lots of places?

...Did you spend Christmas last year? At home.

...Did your parents grow up? My mom has lived here all her life and my dad moved around a bit coast to coast.

...Did you buy the shoes you’re wearing? I'm not wearing shoes, but no I didn’t buy the pair I last wore.

...Would you like to go right now if you could? Somewhere with cool weather and a beach.

...Do you miss the most from your childhood? Being a kid.

...Is the best restaurant you know? Wingstop.

...Will you never go again as it was so bad? I haven’t had that bad of a restaurant experience.

:: When ::

was your last vacation? ...February of last year.

…did you graduate? I graduated UC in 2015.

…did you decide what career you wanted? My freshman year of high school.

…did you have your first kiss? I was 16.

…did you learn how to swim? I haven’t.

…did you have your first relationship? 2005.

…did you meet your best friend? She’s my mo.

…do you feel the most at peace? At the beach is the closest I get to that.

…do you usually fall asleep? When the sun is almost rising or already has.

…do you usually wake up? Between like 9 and 12.

…did you last watch a movie? I saw A Quiet Place 2 a few weeks ago.

…did you last go to a party? A few weekends ago to my bro’s grad party.

…did you last cry? Yesterday. It’s a daily thing nowadays, at least once. Usually more.

…did you laugh really hard? I don’t remember.

…did you buy something pricey last? For Mother’s Day.

…did you have an argument last? Recently.

…did you last have a sick day? All the time?

…did you last recieve a hug? The other day.

…when is your best friend’s birthday? September.

…did you learn how to drive? I haven’t.

…did you last receive a surprise? I received a bad, unexpected one recently.

:: How ::

Many pets do you have?

One.

Many houses have you lived in? A few.

Often do you shower? About every 2-3 days.

Well can you cook? I only cook ramen.

Many close friends do you have? None.

Many Brothers or sisters do you have? I have two brothers.

Often do you go swimming? I don't.

Many times have you texted today? Zero.

Do you like your toast (colour, topping)? A light brown with butter or jelly.

Do you like your tea and/or coffee? I like a packet or two of sweetener with my tea and flavored cream or cream and sugar with my coffee.

Do you like to celebrate your birthdays? Just chill and lowkey.

Are you feeling today? Hot and tired and meh.

Serious are you about your career goals? I’m not even doing anything in regards to that as of now. I have no idea what I want to do and I can’t put the time, energy, focus, or effort to figure it out at this time. I’m dealing with and focusing on my health and can’t work right now anyway.

Many bedrooms in your house? 2 bedrooms.

Did you do in your school exams? I did well.

Close do you live to your parents? I live with my parents.

Close do you live to your siblings? I live with my younger brother and my older brother doesn’t live far away.

Sensitive to criticism are you? I’m sensitive, but it’s definitely gotten worse in recent years.

Motivated to make changes are you? That’s something I’ve been struggling with and it’s certainly doing me no favors. :/

Creative are you (1-10): I missed the creative gene.

Hard working are you (1-10): Not very much at all anymore. :/

Sporty are you (1-10): Not at all.

Musical are you (1-10): I don’t play any instruments. Do you prefer your eggs? Over-easy, scrambled, deviled, hard boiled.

Often do you go out to eat? I get takeout a lot. I just started going out to eat again recently, having been to Denny’s twice now in the past week. It’s a new tradition my mom and I are starting couple or so times a week when we go for a morning walk.

Would your best friend describe you? Meh.

Can someone cheer you up if you’re sad? It’s honestly better to just leave me alone.

Often do you meet up with your friends? ---

Important is religion to you? My faith is very important to me.

Old were you when you first stayed overnight from home? *shrug* I was a kid.

Old were you when you got your first pet? Like 3.

Tech savvy are you? Eh, I know some stuff.

Often do you cut your hair? It’s been over a year since the last time.

Often do you paint your nails? It’s been a few years since the last time.

Many countries have you visited? Just one apart from my own.

Boyfriends/girlfriends have you had? Two.

:: Why ::

… did you choose your username?

Cause I love me some surveys. ‘Nuff said.

… did you take this survey? I wanted to.

… did you choose the career you did? I don’t have one.

…did you last leave the house? My mom and I took our walk this morning and stopped to have breakfast along the way.

…did you last give up on something? I gave up on myself in a lot of ways the past few years and I’ve paying for it.

…did you search the last thing you searched? I was looking up how many miles away something was for one of the questions.

…would you give up on someone completely? I did that easily with myself, but it would take a lot to do that with someone else.

:: If…::

You could live in any country which would you choose?

I’ll just stay here.

You could choose any animal as a pet which one? I like having doggos.

You could be famous for something what would you like? >> I don't want to be famous. <<<

You are sad, how do you combat it? >> I am sad almost all the time lately, and there's nothing I can do about it. It's not something to "combat", I'm not trying to be in a fucking battle with myself and I'm tired of that rhetoric. I just wish I was less sad. I can't be less sad. But I wish I could. <<<

You can drive when did you learn? --

You could have any job what would it be? I don’t knowwww.

You could go anywhere for a vacation where would you go? Somewhere far away with a nice beach.

You could eat anything right now what would it be? I just put in my Doordash order for Wingstop.

You wrote a book what genre/topic would it be? Murder mystery/psychological thriller.

You had a theme song what would it be? *shrug*

You could meet any band/singer in person which one? Hmm.

You could act in any movie which would it be? No thanks.

You get married what venue would you like? I don’t want to get married.

If you have kids do you have names picked out? I don’t want kids.

Could describe your dream home what would it be like? Spacious enough for 4 adults and a doggo, near a beach, hardwood floor, big backyard with patio deck, pizza oven, grill, deck, nice sitting and eating area, pool, and a balcony.

You could go back in time what would you change? I’d take better care of myself.

Could use 3 words to describe your childhood which ones? Good, fun, memorable.

Could get the answer to any question which question would you choose? I don’t know cause if it’s bad I don’t wanna know.

You could have an endless supply of something what would it be? Money.

Meet anyone who no longer lives who’d you choose? Chester Bennington.

:: Can ::

… you ride a bike?

No.

… you ski? No.

… you bake a cake? >> I'm sure I could wing a box cake. <<< Yeah, that’s all I do. I’m not in there whipping stuff up from scratch.

… you sing well? Nope.

… you do your own taxes? >> I don't do taxes, I don't earn a taxable income. <<<

… you remain calm in a crisis? I tend to freak out.

… you do first aid? No.

… remember your best friend’s family members’ names? They’re my family, too.

… you fire a gun? I’ve only done it once when I went to a shooting range with some friends a few years ago. I didn’t want to do more than that.

… your parents drive? Yes.

…your best friend dance well? She doesn’t like to dance.

…you make people laugh easily? I don’t think I’m funny. I’ll have my moments now and then and I own that shit when it happens haha but it’s at random.

…stand up for yourself? I’m not great a that. I’m too shy, too awkward, suck at expressing myself, and don’t like confrontation.

…you do a martial art? No.

:: Would ::

You like to learn a new language?

I’d like to be fluent in Spanish. I only know some.

Save the life of a stray animal? If I could help in some way.

Know what to do if there was a hurricane? >> Not entirely, because I've never lived in a hurricane-prone area. <<< Me either, thankfully.

Try a new cuisine? If it sounded good to me. I’m very picky and particular with food.

Risk your life for anyone? My loved ones.

You like to get back in touch with someone? Ideally, but it’s not ideal right now.

You drive in the middle of the night to get a stuck friend? I don’t drive so I wouldn’t be any help. I could call them an Uber, though.

You Know how to perform CPR? No.

You likely win in a game of chess? Nope, I don’t even know how to play.

You stop talking for a day for $100? Yeah.

#personal #text #survey #surveys #categories #long survey

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ayanna-wild · 5 years ago

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Please Don't Say You Love Me

Word Count: 1617

Pairings: Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, sad fluff

A/N: Request from anonymous

Summary: You always left, always changed the subject or cut him off, just before he could utter those three words. The three, not so little, words that would change everything, the words you feared you might not say back.

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People gathered around as you downed another shot. The small crowd that had begun to steadily grow cheered as you slammed the now empty glass down on the bar. You smiled victoriously, turning to your opponent, who had finished his own shot only seconds after you.

"Pay up Morningstar." You grinned.

Lucifer laughed, handing you a wad of cash. The crowd, sensing that the fun was over began to wander away, resuming whatever they had been doing before you challenged the devil himself to a drinking contest.

"Are you absolutely certain you're human darling? That amount would have knocked any normal person on their ass." Lucifer said.

You shrugged, sliding onto the stool beside him.

"You're just upset I beat you." You teased.

Although it was seldom that you got drunk, but when you did, you could drink with the best of them. It's one of the first things that had drawn Lucifer to you. It was one of the rare nights you decided to party and you had drank three grown men under the table. More accurately when they hit the ground you were still going strong.

"Well I'm sorry my dear, not all of us can unhinge our jaws like a snake. Honestly it was a little mortifying to watch you drink those." Lucifer chuckled.

You moved to give him a playful shove but missed and almost tumbled off the stool. Lucifer was quick to catch you, your face red with embarrassment as he helped you to your feet. His chest shook with laughter, which you found contagious in your intoxicated state.

"Perhaps you're a bit more inebriated than I thought, we best get you home." Lucifer said.

Your laughter faded to a lazy smile, and you nodded. You reached for your keys in your pocket, common sense seemed to have abounded you for the time being. Luckily Lucifer was there, and he quickly snatched your keys from your hand.

"Oh no, I can just see the headlines now, Local woman dies in a fiery crash, honestly love did you think I was going to let you drive yourself home." Lucifer scolded.

You shrugged, laughing a little.

"Guess not."

You pinched his cheek, making him swat your hand away as you broke down in more laughter.

"I've got the best boyfriend, but that supernatural metabolism of yours is so unfair!" Your words began to slur as Lucifer helped you walk towards the exit.

He merely chuckled, agreeing with whatever your drunken mind decided to have you blurt out. The car ride was filled with you insisting you were sober enough to get home on your own. Then following it up with an apology for him having to cut his night short. Lucifer finally pulled into your driveway.

"You are beginning to sound like a broken record, honestly darling I don't mind driving you home." Lucifer assured you.

You smiled, a little more sober than you had been earlier. You swayed only slightly as you stepped out of the Corvette.

"Wait, wait, how am I going to get my car?" You mumbled.

"I'd hardly call that rusted deathtrap a car." Lucifer muttered.

"Hey I've got a lot of memories in Bertha. Besides, I didn't hear you complaining a few days ago, when we were fogging up the windows in the back." You winked.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, shaking his head a little.

"Please don't ruin that memory for me by referring that mutation as Bertha." Lucifer sighed.

"Oh you love those that car."

"The car no, you on the other hand yes, I lo-"

Lucifer let out a surprised noise when you suddenly leaned over the side of the car and pressed your lips against his. You pulled away just before he could start kissing back.

"Goodnight!"

By the time he came back to his senses, you were already inside your house. He sat there for a moment confused before pulling out of your driveway.

You watched the black as night car fade from your sight and you sighed. The sound of your jacket hitting the floor could be heard in the quiet house. You stumbled your way to your bedroom, falling forward onto your bed. You turned your head to the side so, you weren't smothering yourself with your pillow.

"That was almost bad."

The thing was you knew exactly what he was about to say. Knew exactly how that sentence would end, and you didn't want to hear it. You just couldn't let him say it. An almost inaudible sigh left your lips and you curled up into a ball, letting yourself drift off to sleep.

Lucifer had gotten back to Lux not to long after he left your house, however his desire to party had vanished. Instead, he went up to his penthouse, and settled into one of the tan chairs across from the couch. He placed a hand under his chin, thoughts swimming through his mind.

You had kissed him to keep him from finishing his sentence, to keep him from saying those last three words. The question on his mind though was why.

Why would you stop him?

Why was he just now noticing it wasn't the first time you had stopped those words from rolling off his tongue?

To say your head hurt when you woke the next morning would have been an understatement. It felt like there was a marching band playing in your skull, and you groaned pitifully. You almost considered just going back to sleep but immediately pushed that thought aside when you heard someone rummaging through your kitchen.

"Lucifer?" You yelled, almost instantly regretting it when your headache got worse.

"Just making you some lunch!" He called back.

Luckily his voice was muffled from being in a different room. You rolled onto your back staring at the ceiling a moment before swing your legs over the side of your bed. You almost cursed when you opened your bedroom door to be hit with a bright beam of sunlight pouring through the window in your hallway.

"Good afternoon, it's about time you got up." Lucifer smiled.

You weren't feeling particularly peppy at the moment so, you gave him a small smile that more resembled a grimace than anything. Lucifer resisted the urge to laugh at your miserable albeit funny state. He placed a bottle of water in front of you when you sat at the table, followed by a few pills. You smiled gratefully at him, taking it quickly.

"Oh I nearly forgot I made you lunch!" He announced a little too loudly.

You flinched at little, and he apologized as he stood to get you a plate. He sat it down in front of you, before retaking his seat beside you. The entire time you ate, Lucifer was silent and patient which immediately made you suspicious. Because Lucifer wasn't a silent nor patient person.

"Ok, what did you do?" You asked swallowing the food in your mouth.

He looked at you confused.

"Nothing."

You narrowed your eyes a little.

"What do you want."

"Nothing."

You set your fork down, sitting back a little, just staring at him. He was silent for a moment before finally caving in.

"Last night, why didn't you let me finish what I was saying?" He asked.

It was your turn to look confused.

"What do you mean?"

"Well cut me off, just before I tell you that I-"

"Oh right that."

Lucifer frowned at you.

"You did it again."

You forced a laugh, trying to play it off as if nothing was wrong.

"You're overthinking it Luc."

He didn't look like he believed your phony laugh nor your poor excuse.

"No, I over thought it last night, and you know what I realized my dear? You've never let me say it, you've cut me off or just changed the subject before I could ever even finish saying love. Why is that?"

Your body tensed and your eyes looked everywhere but at him.

"I... is it really that important?" You muttered.

Lucifer's frown deepened, and he began to get a little angry.

"Yes, we've been dating nearly two years, yet, you've never let me tell you that-"

You sat up, grabbing his hands to silence him. Lucifer peered into your eyes, you looked so vulnerable and so scared.

"Please don't say you love me. Please, because I might not say it back." You begged.

"Why, do you not love me?" He sounded hurt and you quickly shook your head.

"No, that not it! I do Lucifer, so very, very much, but if you say that, if you tell me that and I say it back, then this becomes something even more important to me than it is now. If it does then if I lose you, or something happens, it'll hurt so much more. And I just can't handle anymore heartache right now. I will say it to you one day because you mean the world to mean Lucifer. But for now please don't say you love me, because I can't say it back yet."

You weren't sure what response you were expecting from him. Maybe anger, or annoyance, maybe assurance. Lucifer however, simply smiled at you, and raised a hand to your face to lightly caress your cheek. He kissed your forehead.

"I understand Y/N, it's ok, I don't mind waiting to say it."

You pulled back to meet his eye, grateful tears blurred your vision and you laughed a little when he wiped your tears away. He pressed another kiss to your forehead, whispering just loud enough for you to hear.

"But although I can't say it, I want you to know that I do, very much."

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love-fireflysong · 4 years ago

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Day 8: Seasons

Fandom: Until Dawn Character(s): Hannah Washington, Makkapitew Words: 2972 Rating: E (Cannibalism, graphic descriptions of blood and dead bodies, graphic descriptions of eating said bodies, possible descent of author’s sanity) Author’s Notes: So yeah. I think you can get what this is going to be about from the warnings and the character list. Because clearly when thinking of seasons, the next possible conclusion to draw on is obviously cannibalism. So, enjoy! :]

Just, be gentle. This is the first time I’ve ever tried writing horror, or in any person other than third. And as someone who isn’t particularly familiar with horror as a genre, this was an experience and a half let me tell you.

WINTER

Winter is cold. It bites at your skin and leaves your eyelashes frozen with tears. You want to keep crying, but your eyelashes are already so full of ice and snow that none come out anymore. It just makes you want to cry more.

How long have you been crying down here, trapped in the mines?

The days would have started to merge together. If not for the scraps of paper and burnt charcoal you had managed to find on what may have been the second or third day, you would have no idea. But the tally marks say four days, then eight, then two weeks, a month.

You must be so lonely, down here on your own.

Except you’re not, Beth is here with you. Just like she always is. Always was. You had to steal her sweater first, just to keep the cold off, another layer couldn’t hurt after all. But then it turned into her pants, then her socks, her shirt. Anything to keep the cold off. The pants hurt the most, sliding them over your broken and mangled leg had let out shrieks and and cries you weren’t aware you were capable of making. Sometimes you can hear voices from above, from the cliff where you fell. Shouts and yells and cries and screams and howls. You’re not sure it helps the loneliness, or makes it worse. When the calls stop coming, you’re not sure if you’re relieved or not.

When did you bury her?

Beth? You want to say not long after the first week. You’d like to think that you would have buried her sooner, but your muscles are so weak, and you’re so tired, always so, so tired now, and it took a couple of days to dig the shallow grave you needed. Your fingers are black with the cold when you grip the piece of wood you used to methodically scrape away every inch of clay that you could. Finally, you were able to bury her, almost as naked as the day she was born, into the shallow pit and you used your makeshift shovel as a grave marker. She rests there by the underground pool. She had always loved swimming.

When was the last time you ate?

You remember eating a bag of chips sometime before dinner, back when you were still at the lodge. Safe and warm and Beth still alive. You had skipped dinner that night, still full from chips, and Sam had chastised you for it. You had laughed then, promising to eat a small snack before you went to bed that night. That she was worrying too much.

Except you never got to go to bed that night, or have that snack. Instead, Mike had played with your affections and humiliated you in front of everyone else. They had all been laughing—laughing at you—and you ran to escape the jeers. Ran outside, and ran off a cliff. You wish you had had supper that night after all.

You’re so very hungry.

Drank?

You’ve been drinking some of the water in the pool nearby, dragging yourself to it a little as you can manage. The water is brackish, stagnate, and so cold it burns your blackened fingers and throat. It helps, until it doesn’t. Not long after drinking you always puke it back up it. You can feel your stomach turning itself inside out with every heave, ejecting nothing but the brackish water and bile. There is nothing inside your stomach otherwise.

You’re so very thirsty.

You really should eat something.

But there is nothing to eat.

But there is.

No there isn’t. You’ve tried. You can sometimes hear the skittering of mice on the floor of the mines, but you cannot catch them. They are too fast, too small, and you are too weak.

But there is.

You don’t understand.

Yes, you do.

No, you don’t. You don’t want to.

But you will die if you don’t.

No. Nononononono!

She protected you by giving you her clothes.

But you’re not wearing her clothes, not anymore. The layers were once fine, but it was too much a couple of days ago. It brought relief for a little while, but you’re not even wearing yours now. All you’re dressed in now is your underwear. You would have take those off, but the shame of Josh, or worse Mike, finding you dead and naked is enough to make you endure the heat. You would rather die than have Mike see you naked.

She can still keep protecting you anyways.

You don’t want to. But you find yourself dragging your emancipated body over to where you buried Beth. With shaking fingers—from fear? from exhaustion? from anticipation?— you grab the makeshift cross, and begin to once again scrape away at the clay. Inch by inch you get deeper until you see the first traces of the pallid grey frozen skin of your twin. Even without your glasses, you can make out the dead, milky white eyes staring into nothingness.

Hurry. You need to feed. There isn’t much time left.

You remember the old knife where you had found the paper and charcoal and wood. You used it to carve BETH into the cross for the grave. But where had you put it? You can’t remember.

No time.

Murmuring apologies under your breath, you grab her arm—stiff, lifeless, cold—and sink your teeth into the skin. The skin is tough, but your teeth are sharper then you remember them being, so they pierce easily enough.With a lurch you rip a piece away, but meat is dead and dry in your mouth. There is no blood. She has been dead and frozen for so long that it has frozen with her. You don’t know it that makes it better or not. You struggle to swallow. The tears burn as they fall down your face, the first bit of heat you’ve felt in ages.

Yes. Feed. You need to gather your strength.

(You’re not sure how long you’ve been thinking in second person now. But it helps keep some of the loneliness at bay, so you don’t mind it too much.)

SPRING

Spring is life. For most of the winter you were stuck beneath the mines. You were still too weak to leave and there was nothing to hunt. Only the body of your sister, and you had to ration that so you wouldn’t starve. But it has been months since then, and now you can hunt.

How do you feel?

Your limbs have started to elongate, and when you ran your hand through your dark hair, strands had fallen out in chunks. It doesn’t bother you has much as you would have thought. Your broken leg has healed as well, though it doesn’t quite look the same as the other. It’s just as long, the limb just as ashy-grey, but it bends a little too sharply.

Climb. You need to hunt. The sun has set. The night is yours.

It’s awkward to walk on, so you don’t. It doesn’t hurt necessarily, it’s just uncomfortable. You prefer to leap or hop as you scramble up the loose and broken rocks at the base of the cliff side where you had fallen. Soon enough, you reach the top.

Now, hunt. You need to hunt.

You take off into the wooded area of the mountain, enjoying the freedom you haven’t felt in so very long (not since you were forced off the cliff). You leap among the branches of the trees, searching for food. Anything would work. As long as it’s alive. You are so tired of dry meat, tough and tasteless from the cold.

There, over there. Do you see it?

You do. A flash of blue amongst the sea of reds and oranges and yellows that is your world now. The first cool color you’ve seen in so long. It’s a large elk, scavenging along the forest floor. It’s hot breath causing dried pine needles to scatter. It’s body thrumming with the blue signature of a creature alive and moving. A distant part of you realizes that your eyes have never been this sharp, that you’ve never been able to sense movement like this. You ignore it for the saliva pooling in your mouth, dripping out between your jagged, razor sharp teeth and down your chin.

Go. But be careful. It’s horns will still do some damage to you. You aren’t strong enough just yet.

Keeping the advice in mind, you carefully move through the trees, keeping quiet to not spook your first, fresh meal in ages. You freeze when the creature raises it’s head to sniff at the air, it’s muscles tensing, but with a snort it goes back to eating the dried twigs on the ground.

Now! Attack now!

You leap at the elk with a screech that echoes through the trees. It shoots its head up in fear and starts to bolt, but it is too late. Your claws dig into the the neck of the beast and you drag it to the ground with your weight. It tries to fight back, smashing its antlers back into your face, but your teeth are already in the process of ripping out its throat. it’s fear is unnerving—intoxicating—and a part of you cries for more.

No! You are moving too fast! Don’t you want to savour it?

But the blood is so warm. You didn’t realize how thirsty you still were, that your thirst had never been quenched when you were trapped down inside the mine, until now. Slowly, the creature’s breath lessens, its dark, beady eyes darkening until all life is gone. You are momentarily distraught that now it is dead, the fear you fed on it over. But you ignore it for the blood that draws you in.

It’s fine. We still have time.

Now you can feed. You rip into the carcass with your claws, pulling out organs and meat and blood that is still so very warm. The blood slides down your throat thick and hot and you have never drank anything so good in your life. The bones crunch beneath your teeth, working to suck every drop of marrow from them. The meat is thick so very fresh, every bite sending more warm blood into your mouth, the fat delicious. You slurp down the entrails, enjoying the way they slide down your throat.

(You have never felt so alive. The other you agrees.)

SUMMER

Summer is growth. Everything grows. Your knowledge of the mountain grows. The ability to hunt grows. Your skin, while still the ashy grey of the dead and frozen, has grown tough and impenetrable. Soon, even the variety of food on the mountain grows as well.

It has been ages since our last meal.

They’re right. It has been. You took down and ate a bear, large and fat from its meal of deer that it had been eating when you killed it. You like bear. It is the largest and most fierce predator of the mountain, everything fears the bear and it fears nothing. But that just makes the fear it does feel when you send your claws into it all the more satisfying and delicious.

You still kill too quick. You don’t give us enough time to savour it.

You know that. You’ve tried. But something in you just gets too excited (too horrified) at the sensation of fear and you end it before it has really begun. It’s fine though. Soon, you will both be able to truly enjoy a meal as it’s meant to be. But now, the sun is down, and the hunt begins anew.

And this prey, you like most of all.

Do you remember where we saw them?

Of course you do. You had been stalking them for ages now, waiting for a chance to strike. But they like to sit at the large fire every night and you don’t like the fire. The fire is too hot and burns, it is not nice and warm like blood. Fire reminds you of the burning you had been feeling just before you had first fed all those months ago.

Yes. Good. Remember that feeling. Fire will kill us both.

You spend the first couple of hours, roaming the mountain, hopping from tree to tree, keeping an eye out for your next meal. You do not go towards the northern end of the mountain. The north feels of death, not the death that you bring, but the death that comes to you.

It has brought death to both of us before.

You find your prey quickly enough in the end, and it is your lucky night. They still have that cursed fire going, two of the one’s that look like you. But their skin is not ashy enough, their limbs too short, their hair too long. But the third is missing.

Quickly. We must find the third before they return.

You leave the site behind, leaping through the trees. You sense one of them turn towards the sound, but you ignore it, no matter how tempting the flash of blue is. Too close to the fire. Too dangerous. Not worth it. You do find the third one though. Further on from the others, facing the large red shape of a bush. Still too close to the others though. You need to lure them away. Further away.

It’s easy. We know what to do already.

(You do?) Of course you do. You move yourself so you’re even further from the other two prey, and you call down.

“Hey.”

Making the sound is odd. You haven’t used your voice other then to scream in so long. So the word sounds odd to your ears. Too gravely, too masculine, too fake.

“Huh? Dad?”

“Hey.”

“Why aren’t you back with Mom? Did something happen?”

“Hey.”

Not yet. Just a little longer. Then we will feed.

FInally, the figure moves, more then just the strange thin stream of blue, towards you. The aura is perfect and bright, and getting so, so close. And becoming more and more terrified.

“D-dad?”

“Hey.”

Finally—finally—you strike. And the figure screams. The scream fills you with ecstasy (horror) and power. The last thing they will ever see is claws and your bloody, sharp teeth as you reach towards them. You go to wrap your claws around them and drag them away, down to the mines, where I can peel away their skin and crack their bones and hold their slimy, grey entrails in my claws as I feast upon their meat and blood and fear as they scream and scream and scream and scream and scream and (MAKE IT STOP!)

Your claw strikes out and with a single swipe, their head falls from their neck. Eyes still wide in fright, mouth open in a wordless, voiceless scream. You make your own scream in frustration (satisfaction) and loss (victory).

“Rylee?!”

We need to go. Hurry!

“Rylee?! Are you okay?! Answer me!”

You grab the body by the ankle and drag it away towards your home in the lower reaches of the mine. The blood still pouring from the now empty neck leaving a trail behind you. You don’t care. You leave the head behind. You don’t care about that either. You have a meal again, that’s what’s important.

“Rylee?! Rylee?! Oh god, please. Please, please, please be okay. Not my baby, not my baby.”

You continue through the trees until you find the cliff and descend into its depths once again. You can hear two heartbreaking screams behind you.

But we don’t have a heart, do we?

(You do have a heart, don’t you?)

AUTUMN

Fall is change. The hunter, the one who wields fire, who has captured the others like me, knows I am here again. Has been hunting for me ever since.last season. But it’s okay. I was reborn in the mines, he doesn’t know the mines like I do. Like we do. Does he?

No he doesn’t. The mines are our home. (You don’t want them to be)

The better prey have been coming around less and less now. Some from the weather, some from the botched hunts. I haven’t been able to kill or take or maim as I should. Do you know why that is?

No, we don’t. (You do.)

I am meant to savour the fear, it is the most exquisite of flavours. It sweetens the meat so well, makes the marrow of the bones more fatty, the blood thicker and darker, and the entrails. Oh, the entrails. You would understand. If only you would let me!

We want to. We want to so bad. (Never. Never never never)

It’s fine, I suppose. We have all the time to make things better. Soon you will know the true taste of fear. Still though, you are more stubborn then most. Most fade off after a short time, and though you grow weaker, we will win in the end. I will win in the end.

We’re so tired. We want to sleep. (But you can’t.)

Someone is visiting my mountain though. Entering my hunting ground. I can feel them, see them occasionally. But the hunter is always too close, so I can’t get to them. It’s fine. It’s always fine. The one who lives in the center always brings more food with them. I mean, you were one of them. Did you know that?

More food? We’re so hungry. Always so hungry.

I know. I know. Just a little longer, and soon we will feast. I will grow fat off their fear and you will know what it truly means to be full. Or well, as close as we can get.

Just a little longer.

WINTER

Winter is death. I am death.

(You wish you died back in the mines.)

#pride month prompt challenge #my writing #until dawn #hannah washington #makkapitew #tw: death #tw: cannibalism #tw: violence #tw: hypothermia #just all the triggers #if you thought day 1 was sad #oh boy do i have a treat for you!#and look #its 2am #fucking knew it

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