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medicalmarihuanacard · 5 months ago

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[Lists] Local Marijuana Dispensaries Readying Recreational Sales

As of Tuesday, the Ohio Division of Cannabis Control has issued provisional licenses to 80 cannabis dispensaries aiming to sell both medical and adult-use marijuana, including 26 in Northeast Ohio.

However, these dual-use licenses are merely placeholder and actually does not permit immediate sales. Additionally regulatory steps are required before they can officially open for business, and the timeline for when local shops can start selling to non-medical consumers still remains uncertain.

When can you buy recreational marijuana in Ohio? New rules aim to expedite legal sales. Before issuing the certificate of operation that allows dispensaries to begin selling recreational marijuana, Ohio's newly formed Division of Cannabis Control is ensuring inspection requirement are met and that dispensaries point-of-sale system can differentiate between medical as well as non-medical cannabis sales and also apply the state's 10% excise tax.

These certificates will be issues to dispensaries in 'roughly the order' their application were received, according to division spokesperson James Crawford. So far, none have been issued.

"It's important to keep in mind that, based on the criteria above, there will be no one singular day when sales begin. We will state issuing licenses and it will be up to retailer based on staffing, stock, and other considerations as to which day they will begin sales," he said. "Give the foundation already laid through the Medical Marijuana Control Program, current medical permit holders positioned to apply for dual-use status, who have already undergone many of the comprehensive checks, are anticipated to have a much quicker turnaround for issuance of licenses over the summer".

Under the rules outlines in the state's new legal cannabis structure, the state must start issuing certificates to qualified shops by Sep 7.

Voter in November approved Issue 2, making it legal in Ohio for those aged 21 and older to possess up to 2 1/2 ounces of cannabis flower and up to 15 grams of extract. It allows Ohioans to grow up to six cannabis plants household, or up to 12 plants if there are two or more adults in the home.

The law also permits local communities to simply and easily opt out of allowing new adult-use cannabis businesses within their limits. Despite the growing number of new dispensaries in the state, at least 56 Ohio communities have enacted moratorium or permanent bans.

Here’s where the Northeast Ohio dispensaries are located:

Ashtabula County

Italian Herbs, 2712 W. Prospect Road, Ashtabula

Columbiana County

FRX Health, 1865 Dresden Ave., East Liverpool

Cuyahoga County

Amplify, 22803 Rockside Road, Bedford

Green Power OH, 13429 Lakewood Heights Blvd., Cleveland

Rise, 1222 Prospect Ave. E, Cleveland

Amplify, 1782 Coventry Road, Cleveland Heights

Rise, 11818 Madison Ave., Lakewood

Erie County

The Forest Dispensary, 5020 Milan Road, Sandusky

Ascend Dispensary Outlet, 6019 Milan Road, Sandusky

Lake County

Good Day Dispensary, 34480 Vine St., Eastlake

Insa, 27751 Chardon Road, Willoughby Hills

Lorain County

Nirvana Ohio, 914 Cleveland St., Elyria

Rise, 1920 Cooper Foster Park Road W, Lorain

The Citizen by Klutch, 5152 Grove Ave., Lorain

Body and Mind Dispensary, 709 Sugar Lane, Elyria

Mahoning County

Leaf Relief, 4323 Market St., Youngstown

Portage County

Bliss Ohio, 331 E. Main St., Kent

Supergood, 554 N. Chestnut St., Ravenna

Stark County

The Citizen by Klutch, 401 Cherry Ave. NE, Canton

ZenLeaf Canton, 3224 Cleveland Ave. NW, Canton

Ohio Cannabis Company, 4016 Greentree Ave. SW, Canton

Summit County

The Botanist, 46 S. Summit St., Akron

FRX Health, 1682 State Road, Cuyahoga Falls

Trumbull County

ACA Dispensary, 437 E. Liberty St., Hubbard

gLeaf Medical Cannabis, 2932 Youngstown Road SE, Warren

Tuscarawas County

Ratio, 1145 W. High Ave., New Philadelphia

See the full list of active Ohio dispensaries on the Medical Marijuana Control Program website.

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trollparty94 · 6 months ago

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I swag out of spite to the neo lib arts klass. It keeps me in their klutches its a dance i keep on dancing :(

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ballplayersxo · 2 years ago

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Ben is weird. He unfollowed a lot his basketball peers at the worst time, that’s the time you needed them to follow you sir lmao it’s like how did he work out who he wanted to unfollow or keep it’s random, I thought he’d keep his Klutch bros but they went too but he still follows both of the Darius’s and Anthony Davis who are on Klutch, I looked at his following thinking you kept following these players/people but unfollowed xyz? when he unfollowed Jayson, Miles (when he was innocent), Dame, Zo, Luka, Dlo (his high school basketball buddy) etc I was thinking chile only Ben. You never know with him. The only Sixer he follows is Tyrese and I wouldn’t be surprised if he unfollows him eventually but they used to talk a lot about their dogs. Ben only has a few associates or 1 or two friends in the NBA. He’s at the worst time in his career and is literally most hated, this is the time to you need peers or people that can relate to you even it’s a tiny bit. He’s always been a person that doesn’t care to make friends especially in the NBA that’s why these unfollows mean nothing, it’s not about beef or a falling out, it’s just Ben being Ben. It’s interesting cos his girl is the opposite, she’s still cool with a lot of her peers that she started out with at like 17 and doesn’t act brand new by unfollowing people cos she’s at a different place in life. Ben isn’t acting brand new though he’s just weird and lives in his own world.

i’m guessing that when he was at his lowest he didn’t have many people who had his back or reached out to check on him so maybe he felt a way. he seems like the if you can’t handle me at my worst you don’t deserve me at my best type of guy. idk tbh but he’s interesting

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katsukikitten · 4 years ago

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Wholesome Frat AU, Clearly aged up, college au, main characters are Bakugou, Kirishima, Denki, Sero, Jiro, Mina, and of course you my dear reader. Sexual themes, mentions of drugs and booze through out.

AHEM

Chapter 1

Denki lies upside down off his bed, staring at his phone when another invite to a party comes through. It's from a classmate he shares notes with and one of the few non toxic dudes on campus. A smile forms on his face, his fingers ready to fly across the screen to confirm his Friday night to be golden and one to remember.

Or maybe wish to remember as alcohol and maybe some weed numb his senses.

But then the location comes through, a frat house that's notorious for ignorance and low key rape culture. He turns it down claiming to study and sighs. Staring at his shared four walls from the top bunk.

"What's going on with you? No one wants you to keep their bed warm tonight?" Sero teases passing him up a beer before starting the next round of his game. Preferring to get buzzed and troll in Apex lobbies than find somewhere to be tonight.

Their phones buzz at the same time, Kirishima coming through on the group chat.

Big Red 🦈 : Any plans tonight boys?

Boomboi 💣 : Fuck off, busy.

Tape dispenser 🎞 : Apex

Zaptos ⚡: got invited to a party but location is sus af. You bro?

Big Red 🦈 : Yikes 😬 Keepin some ladies safe. Don't like the scene here…

Tape dispenser 🎞 : Same

Zaptos ⚡: Same

Boomboi 💣: FUCK OFF!

Denki and Sero both smirk at their phones before moving on with their Friday night with small talk of Instagram stories and received risque snapchats. As the beer fridge gets dwindles their thoughts seem to grow.

"Okay, listen. Here me out!" Denki says as if Sero would ever come off defensive. He finishes his eighth beer before continuing.

"What if we started our own frat? Like...like a fucking wholesome one."

"Dude not only does that sound impossible but what would we call ourselves?" Sero chuckles nursing his seventh beer. Denki pauses for a moment, trying to think of something, anything great.

"Alpha Kappa Wholesome." He smiles, "Yea that's it!"

Sero laughs from his bottom bunk earning an angry faced Denki to put half of his body over the side of his bed.

"I'm serious man! We could kick out whoever doesn't match our values. This college is supposed to be about making 'lasting connections' with fellow heroes! How are we supposed to do it when we are cooped up in our tiny dorm!" He gestures to their cramped room. A set of bunk beds and desks with their TV and shared dresser on the far wall. Sero looks around, this sure as hell wasn't like the dorms at UA that's for sure.

"Okay well two people isn't enough for a frat, man." Sero lets the dream die before it can bloom, running a hand through his raven hair. Denki scrunches up his face before he remembers where his crush stays. It's as if a light bulb lit up atop his upside down head. He jolts himself falling from the top bunk crashing into the empty beer bottle. They clink in protest but thankfully non break, just roll beneath the bottom bunk.

"But there is a sorority of only four and we have four friends in our group!"

Denki decides now is a good time to face time them. Kirishima answers first with a shout that he's gonna step outside, the roaring party and flashing lights die behind the shutting door while Bakugou is illuminated by the light of his screen glaring into the camera while a meek looking girl hides.

"This better be fucking good." Bakugou growls.

After an hour and a half of screaming Denki finally convinces Bakugou that sharing a house with the three of them as opposed to a rando was a much better idea. Reminding him that he had done it for three years in highschool surely he could last two more. He agrees but refuses to help argue with the dean meanwhile Kirishima is GLOWING with excitement over the idea formulating with his sober mind the best way to handle the notorious harsh Dean.

It takes petitions, several meetings and almost til the spring break to come down to this, the final meeting. Bakugou, who has attended every meeting and true to his word has said nothing. Denki nervous as a sinner in church, Sero who's sweating bullets and Kirishima all sit in the room with the board, treasury and the Dean in a final meeting of sorts.

Kirishima gulps and before he can explain the benefits the frat will have to offer the Dean stops him with a simple show of his hand. Taking a report from the secretary of treasury to look over, he just needed the monetary excuse to back up his favorite word.

"No." He clears his throat, "Unfortunately funds are too low to be able to support another fraternity." The Dean leaves it at that not even bothering to offer they join something preexisting.

Three of the four men accept defeat, mentally communicating that they did a good job trying. But the fourth man dreamed of his own room, of his own space to do as he pleased. And all without threat of being charged with murder. Although the fourth man would never admit that the reason he spoke up wasn't totally about the room, it was the look of defeat, anguish on his friends faces that had the room heating up a degree or two and smelling heavily of boiling sugar.

"Oi, toupee." The hot head let's his seat fall back to all fours, fixing the Dean a withering look, "You said something about not enough money huh?"

The Dean swallows thickly carefully thinking out his next sentence.

"Why, Yes its…." Bakugou interrupts before the Dean can even finish his thought.

"Pretty sure I'm the reason this campus is gonna be swarming with fucking no name extras next year." Katsuki's smile widens as his hand pops, "If you deny this request with the money I'm making you then I'll participate in the university sports festival with another college's across my fucking chest."

The Dean visibly sweats, Bakugou really was a hard student to land. His brash attitude and unapologetic behavior was popular among the younger generation bringing with it an influx of applicants and donations. It hadn't even been 24 hours since his announcement did it crash the admin and donation site. He panics, not even sure if there is any real estate available on or around campus in order for him to legally allow this fraternity to flourish. As if reading his mind the secretary of grounds offers him a file, an old run down home within a decent walking distance of the main campus. The Dean exhales the breath he didn't realize he was holding.

"Let's not act so rash. It has just come to my attention that we have some extra funding to be able to purchase a place for you all…" He looks over the file, he hopes this is enough to placate the hot head, "But it will need some old fashioned sweat equity, if we can secure it. The town has been kind enough to offer us first dibs to real estate within a certain radius of campus and if they like our offer you hardworking men will have your 'Alpha Kappa Wholesome home."

"They better like your offer." Is all Bakugou says before standing, "We get the keys in a month, got it?"

He doesn't give the Dean time to rebuttal, he just leaves while the other shocked three follow suit. It isn't until they are in the courtyard does their excitement hit them all at once.

"HOLY SHIT BAKUBRO ALWAYS COMING IN ON THE FUCKING KLUTCH!" Denki shouts, tackling Bakugou into a hug, Sero and then Kirishima wrap their arms around the yelling hot head who threatens to blow them up.

"I owe you a fucking drink!" Kirishima shouts lifting the group and twirling them

"OI OI OI SHITTY HAIR PUT ME DOWN!"

After that promised drink and a month of waiting the four musketeers stand before their new home. The house is trashed, easily a short sale of a foreclosure as the rent went higher but their wages stayed low. The amount of work to make this place semi decent was going to be astronomical at best.

Bakugou is thoroughly unimpressed, scoffing as Denki runs up the porch. The vision is clear in the electric blonde's head. The massive porch is clean, with a swing and some chairs, string lights hanging from the wooden ceiling while the half wrapped around, second story porch is draped in endless artificial star light cloaking the house in cozy warmth.

Dneki opens the front door and plume of dust rushes out around him, the other two follow suit. Taking the steps two at a time as they rush into the house. Harsh garnet stares after them before glancing at their luggage. He decides to leave it all stepping inside.

Their imaginations run rampant as they stand beneath the large archway to the main living room while Bakugou begins to second guess opening his mouth. That or getting more money from the Dean. Before displeasure can leave the hot head his friends turn to face him, their eyes shining and smiles stretched wide, wide enough it begins to hurt Bakugou's own cheeks. They encourage him to step into the home more, telling him what will go where. For a moment his smile is soft, tender as he looks at these three idiots seeing the bright side of everything before he steels back into his normal self.

"Oi! Quick acting all googly eyed. We've got a lot of work to do and a lot of fucking money to raise."

The four friends spend majority of their spring term picking rooms and doing basic cleaning. Bringing only one of the two full bathrooms up to par, trying their best to keep up with the old big house. Even after all of them picked their rooms there were still three bedrooms and a den with a door left. They brain stormed adding recruits but Bakugou shot the idea down despite Sero being elected the president of the frat.

Spring boils into summer, bringing with it the promise of cold hard cash. Bake sales and lunch deals thanks to Bakugou's cooking skills brought in a large amount of income, so did the odd jobs Kirishima, Denki, and Sero found themselves doing. Still they find themselves short.

"Shirtless carwash!" Denki announces earning a glare from Bakugou. Kirishima pipes up before the idea is blasted sky high.

"Think of the money man. The community around here is soccer mom's and freshly graduated college kids and I don't know about yall but when I go for a run or hit up the corner store after a good run I'm being stared at."

"That's a valid point Bakugou. I've seen how they flock to you for baked goods, they've been staring at your arms and eyes man." Sero adds voting yes to the idea making it three to one.

Just as Kirishima said, woman and even some men, flock to the area for a car wash. Some even coming back twice in one day! The cash flow is good but still a bit lacking. Denki wipes the sweat from his brow as he wonders how they will get enough to be able to get decent light fixtures and a working fridge in the dorm. Let alone anything aside from a blown up mattress and folding chairs in the living room. He scrolls through his social media on his break and comes across the miracle he has been asking for.

A lovely summer picture of four women in bikinis, three of them his housemates have lived with before. Mina Ashido, Jiro Kyoka, Ochako Uraraka, and then there is the new woman, you.

But what makes the picture that much sweeter isn't even the content itself, no it's that gorgeous caption just beneath it.��

"BASIC BITCH CAR WASH! Help us raise money for an apartment so our sorority doesn't get disbanded!"

An idea formulates in the electric blondes head so quickly he thinks sparks fly from his ears. A dangerous smile forms on Denki Kaminari's lips.

#bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou katsuki #bnha au #bnha college au #bnha wholesome frat au

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specialsituationsgroup · 4 years ago

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In Your Care

Vetinari singed off on the palace supplies bill, then handed it back to Drumknott.

"Satisfied, sir?"

"Quite."

Drumknott smiled shyly.

Vetinari got up to stretch his legs and clear his mind. He froze, staring unseen through the desk.

"Sir."

Vetinari grabbed the desk, turning the fall into a kneel. Drumknott dropped the file and kneeled next to him.

"Are you all rigth, sir?"

Vetinari's eyes were closed. He was shaking. Drumknott grabbed his shoulder. He swallowed his nerves and brought the back of his hand to Vetinari's forehead.

"Sir, you're burning."

"I think I’ve come down with a cold. I've been feeling faint since this morning."

"This is not a cold, sir. You need to rest."

"I do not have time. Lord Rust will be here in an hour."

"I will move all your appointments for three days. He will think you are making him stew."

"In three days there will be a backlog too great to ever catch up with."

"Then let me help."

"... How?"

"To start with, you don't have to read through every report to find the important parts - I can filter them for you."

Verinari looked at him, eyes hard. "Dangerous phrasing, Drumknott. You could keep things from me and I would never know."

"I could, sir. And you could be defrauding the city."

But we wouldn't.

Vetinari sighed. "Start with the reports then."

Drumknott smiled faintly. "I'll tell the kitchen to make you chicken soup."

"That will start rumors of the unwanted kind."

"Then I'll say it's for me."

"But you will be seen eating your usual lunch."

"Then we can eat togeather."

"Very forward of you, mr Drumknott." Vetinari was sly.

Drumknott shrugged.

"Help me to my room."

"Of course."

Drumknott let Vetinari lean on him. He made to move to the door, but Vetinari did not budge.

"This way, mr Drumknott." He nodded at a random bit of wall. "Remember what I do excatly."

Drumknott understood, torn between pride and fear. "Yes, sir."

Vetinari showed him how to open a sectret door and navigate the hidden pasages safely, Drumknott soaking up every minute detail.

Suddenly, they were in a spartan bathroom. Drumknott realized he was in the patrician's private chambers. He took over, helping Vetinari through the only door, to a room barely larger than his own.

Vetinari sat on the bed and instructed him to his nightshirt. Drumknott went to make tea while he changed. When he returned, Vetinari was curled up under the covers, sweaty and shivering. His eyes were shut tight and brow creased. Drumknott left the tea on the side table, then covered him with all the blankets in the room. The shivering stopped.

Vetinari relaxed. He had a strange look on his face.

Drumknott waitied.

"The last time someone took care of me like this, I was fourteen." Vetinari, no, Havelock, began. "Madam was fussing around me and I told her not to babybe me. But secretly I was glad that she did." His voice had gone hoarse. He shut his eyes, swallowing thickly.

Drumknott sat beside him and took his shoulder through the covers. Havelock calmed down.

"I need to cancel the meetings and order soup. Do you need anything?"

Havelock shook his head.

"Get some sleep."

He nodded.

Drumknott gave a little reassuring squeeze and left. He sent Brian to inform the lords, then feigned a cough in the kitchen, asking for chicken soup and mouldy bread. The maid Jenny looked at him like he was Duck Man, but directed him to the leftorvers destined for the bin, no waste to her. Soup wouldn't be ready by dinner, on account of asking for it so late. Drumnkto thanked her profusely. With a tablecloth bag and a ream of reports, he faced the unassuming wall. A deep breath later, he walked the gauntlett alone, his heart thudding.

At the last step, he stopped to compse hismelf. It felt odd coming in through the bathroom. He half expected to catch the patricain in the tub, butt naked and glaring. Of course, he found Vetinari asleep, doused in sweat but not in pain. Leaving bread by the tea, he pulled a chair over and started to read.

Half way through, Vetinari stirred, blinking at him.

"You're here." Vetinari was surprised.

Drumknott looked up. "I didn't want you to be alone."

Vetinrai gave him a tired smile.

Drumknott bit his lip in hesitation.

"Sir, the rumors that you live on bread and water and don't sleep, is there any truth to them?"

Vetinari took a deep breath. "I eat plainly, compared to other lords, and I sleep with a candle burning to confuse would-be assasins."

"But?"

"I regularly get engrosed in my work and forget to eat or sleep. Or rather, I ignore hunger and drowsyness."

Dumknott's heart sank. "You can't do that, sir."

"Can’t I?"

"Unless you want this to happen again. Or worse. " He klutched the papers.

"Indeed I do not."

"I can help." He offered, again.

"How very kind of you." Vetinari replied, but something was off.

Drumknott couldn't tell what, but the idea of Vetinari not being patrician made him feel like the ground had dropped form under him and he was in free fall.

"If something were to happen to you-"

"Ah. You are offering out of self interest." Havelock rolled over, turning his back to him.

It felt like a gut punch. On reflex, Drumknott opened his mouth to deny, but stopped himself. He fiddled with the corner of a paper.

"I am." He admitted.

Vetinari watched him over his shoulder.

Drumknott met his gaze. "I also hate to see you like this. A man can have more than one motive."

"... Indeed." Vetinari turned on his back, but stared at the ceiling.

Drumknott glanced at the reports, thinking. "Can you sit up?"

Vetinari did.

Drumknott left the papers on the chair and checked the tea. It had gone teppid so he mixed a litle honey in it. When he offered the mug, Vetinari met his gaze. The patirican took it in both hands and sipped. Curious, he opened the cloth.

"Mouldy bread?" He eyed Drumknott.

"A family remedy, sir."

"And you believe it works?"

A shrug. "No Drumknott in living memory died of illness."

"Curious." Vetinari picked up a slice. "The scholars should look into that." He was turning it over. "Perhaps there is something to it."

"Wouldn't know, sir."

Vetinari snifed at it. "Smells vaguely of blue cheese." He gave an experimental nibble. "Not very appealing but then medicine harldy ever is."

"As you say, sir."

Vetinari washed it dwon with a sip, alternating between bread and tea.

Drumknott sat back down.

"Anything of importance in there?" Vetinari nodded at the reports.

"Lord Rust is visiting the guild masters."

"Is he having any luck?"

"Not with the seamstresses."

"Ha. And has he tired the thieves yet?"

"No sir."

"Then he has more ambition than brains."

Drumknott chortled.

Vetinari smiled. "We need not worry then."

Drumknott turned to him, daring not hope. "We?"

"You lied for me, Drumknott. I am eting spoiled food on your assurance. We."

Drumknott blushed and looked away, his eyes falling on the papers. Rust's plotting watched back, sudden like the silence of Old Tom. He sobered.

"People like me are not figthters, sir." He didn't know why he was admiting weakness. Cowardice even. "We endure."

"I know." Vetinari was sympathetic.

Without looking, Drumknott knew his eyes were gentle. "I didn't hide the clerks just to protect them, sir."

"Oh?"

"I didn't want Wonse to be able to call on them."

"You wanted to punish him."

Drumknott shook his head. "No. I just didn't want him to get away with what he's done."

A nod in the corner of his vision. "Perfectly understandable."

He took a deep breath. "People like me, the worst we can do is not give our help."

Vetinari considered him. He picked up another slice. "That can be just as debilitating."

Face averted, Drumknott mumbled "I know."

#discworld #vetinari #drumknott #rufus drumknott #lord vetinari #gnu terry pratchett #pterry

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literaltrashforeverything · 4 years ago

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obnoxious songs they blast while picking you up | pt. 1

Ft. Daichi, Sugawara, Tanaka, Hinata, Kuroo, Yaku, Oikawa, Matsukawa, Hanamaki, Daisho

Warnings: Language, dorky boys, some songs are 18+ lmao sorry kids

A/n: I don’t really know where this idea came from. I was just vibing and listening to music and had the epiphany that I listen to obnoxious shit and decided to put some of them into writing and then it turned into this lol. I feel like half the boys in this show are petty as fuck and would do this just because of a small fight. This is also published to Ao3 and there will be a part 2!

Daichi – Bad Boys from COPS

This fucker probably pulls up to your job in a police car, windows rolled down, and blasts this song. Everyone in the general vicinity is just staring. You are too, but you’re staying in place because your husband is the worst human on earth.

He points at you and motions for you to get in the car, smirking.

You can’t even see his eyes. He’s wearing the classic cop aviators.

Honestly, fuck this guy.

You’re head is lowered as you shamble toward the car, face red, before getting in the passenger seat.

“I’m never asking you to pick me up again, Daichi.”

“Awe, you love it, babe. Plus you’re riding in style.”

This isn’t what you’d call style, especially when he blasting this particular song.

He even has the audacity to turn on the sirens and the lights as he drives away from your workplace.

You’ll have your revenge. . .

Sugawara – Can-Can by Offenbach

You think the person pulling up in a car that’s blasting Can-Can is a genius while also being extremely annoying, until you realize that’s your genius but annoying ass husband.

Sugawara rolls down the window and smirks at you. He’s trying to look cool, doing the whole single-hand on the steering wheel and one arm out the window thing.

And really, he would look cool if he wasn’t playing Can-Can.

“Twerk for me babe.”

You pull the hood of your jacket up and awkwardly walk to the car.

Your face is bright red, but let’s be real, the second you are both in the car together you’re headbutting your asses off to Can-Can because it’s an amazing song.

Fuck y’all if you disagree.

(Jk I love you anyway)

Yeah, he blasts Can-Can a lot at home just because it's amazing.

Usually he does it before cleaning the house because it's very motivating.

Tanaka – Seven Nation Army by The White Stripes

First off, this is the best song that’s ever been created in the history of music.

You can fight me on that.

Anyway-

Tanaka pulls up in your guys’ mini van because it just had the oil changed, and as payback for making him drive a mini van, he thinks he’ll be a little cooler if he just blasts the most badass song ever.

It’s really not. . .

Everyone is staring at Tanaka because for some reason your mini van has hella bass so it’s just vibrating everything in the general vicinity.

You stare at him, smiling, but internally raging. Your husband stares back, smirking widely and very mischievously.

He even dares to lean over the passenger seat and open the door for you.

“C’mon, baby. Get in and be cool with me.”

Hinata – Fur Elise by Beethoven (Klutch Dubstep Remix)

He’s not even trying to be embarrassing. He’s just legitimately vibing with this song when he picks you up.

He probably just got out of volleyball practice, too, so he’s in a tanktop and shorts, sunglasses on his head, and looks like he’s on top of the world as he waits for you to come over to where he’s pulled up and he’s literally headbanging to the song.

It takes you like a whole minute before you realize that’s literally your husband.

You’re like *surprised pikachu face*.

Just let him vibe. . . Don’t ruin his vibe. . .

You just go to the car and get in the passenger seat quietly. He doesn’t even notice because he’s vibing so hard. He’s doing hand movements and everything, as if he’s the one playing the piano.

When the song ends and he sees you sitting there, his face just lights up.

“Hey, baby! How was work?”

You smile and go on to tell him about your day. You don’t bother to tell him that your entire workplace just witnessed him aggressively headbanging to Fur Elise.

Kuroo – WAP by Cardi B feat. Megan Thee Stallion (but the Rihanna S&M mashup)

You and your husband had a fight earlier that morning. It was over basically nothing (it was about you not making him breakfast because you woke up late -.- This petty fucker—), and you did not apologize to him.

Never let a fight linger with Kuroo’s petty ass.

You watch your husband’s car pull up to the curb, where you’re waiting for him. The music could literally be heard from three blocks away.

Kuroo rolls down the window, smirking, and turns to you.

Deadass, this fucker is shirtless, and wearing aviator sunglasses that he casually pulls down to look at you from over the rim. His hair is even slicked back and he looks hot.

His arm is dangling over the steering wheel and the song is just blasting.

“Hey, kitten~”

Your face is absolutely burning. Everyone in the general vicinity is staring at this shirtless, attractive motherfucker who you unfortunately chose to marry.

“I’m not making you breakfast for a week, Kuroo.”

You don’t even call him by his first name even though you literally have the same last name as him.

“What!? >:(“

This is probably how he picks you up everyday until you make him breakfast.

Yaku – S my D by Blood on the Dancefloor

This is another case of the man being a petty bitch because of a minor fight.

You may or may not have called your husband short earlier this morning, and you both laughed it off after he scolded you for calling him short. You genuinely thought it was over with until. . .

. . . he’s picking you up for work.

You didn’t even know this song existed until this exact moment, but the lyrics are so vulgar.

Yaku has all the windows down and is screaming this song as it blasts from the speakers.

You deadass just turn around and pretend you don’t know him.

You’re literally five seconds away from just walking home, honestly.

“Isn’t that your husband, Yaku-chan?” one of your coworkers asks.

You glance at the car where your husband is still jamming.

“Hm, nope. Don’t know that guy. What a weirdo.”

Yeah, everyone knows you’re married to that lunatic but no one says anything.

Oikawa – I’m a Barbie Girl by Aqua

Why wouldn’t he? This fucker probably thinks he’s a living Ken doll.

Jk, but seriously.

You guys had a fight a whole week ago about his haircut. All you said was that he should cut it a little because it was growing into his eyes and he gasps like you’ve just murdered his whole family.

Yeah, he’s dramatic.

So, the next time you ask him to pick you up from work? Well, he’s obviously playing this song and he’s actually jamming to it.

He’s wearing sunglasses and staring at you like he’s staring into your soul.

He only sings the Ken parts and points at you at the Barbie parts like he expects you to actually sing back.

You’re so embarrassed because everyone is staring.

Everyone, and I mean everyone, knows the obvious implications of the song so all the older people around are mildly horrified.

“C’mon, Barbie. Let’s go home,” Oikawa says, winking.

You’ve never wanted to murder your husband as bad as you do right now.

Matsukawa – Skibidi by Little Big

First off, go watch the music video if you haven’t.

. . is this even a surprise?

Your husband is chaotic and he probably forced you to learn the dance with him. You both will randomly turn it on at inopportune moments and fully expect the other person to start the dance (someone do this with me).

You shouldn’t be surprised when your husband pulls up, looking innocent, before beginning to blare the song with all the windows rolled down.

Suddenly he looks like a maniac with the way he’s grinning.

Your jaw drops to the ground and you just stand there for a moment in shock.

Your face is bright red but you’re smiling stubbornly as you begin the horrific dance.

Matsukawa laughs. He literally gets out of the car and starts dancing with you like an idiot.

Everyone is watching in awe and honestly they should be jealous that you guys have so much fun.

Best husband.

Hanamaki – I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles) by The Proclaimers

This is probably a common occurrence honestly. This bitch is chaotic as shit so if you think he wasn’t going to be harassing you every time he picks you up then you’re wrong.

At this point it’s just a challenge to see how far he can go.

Pulls up blaring this song and rolls down the window revealing him to be wearing a beach-themed button up (ya know, the classic dad ones) and he’s smirking like a fucking maniac.

Points at you just before the chorus.

You’re smiling like an idiot because he’s just so stupid and lovable.

“I WOULD WALK 500 MILES AND I WOULD WALK 500 MORE~!!”

He’s screaming so loud that you can’t believe his vocal chords haven’t snapped.

Maki starts doing the rope-pull thing and you play along and go to the car.

Yes, you guys sit in the parking lot screaming that song together until it ends.

Honestly, everyone at your workplace just thinks your husband is the coolest guy ever.

Daisho – Daddy by PSY

Probably thought he was the funniest guy on the face of the Earth when he pulled up to your job blaring this song. He looks like a real cool guy, too.

Sunglasses, short-sleeved shirt to show off muscular biceps, slicked hair.

Ya man has the whole shebang.

You just stare at him, jaw dropped when Daisho turns to you with a smirk. He’s nudges his sunglasses down a little to look at you over the rim.

“Hey, babe,” he greets, too casually for your liking.

The music is so loud that you barely even hear him.

His smirk only stretches wider when he sees your growing embarrassment.

“C’mon, you like my body, just admit it!” he calls.

You get into the car before he can keep talking. You quickly roll up your window but the other three are still down and you know in your heart that there’s no escaping your husband’s will to embarrass you.

“I’ll get payback.”

“Sure you will, babe.”

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ponytailcoby · 3 years ago

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why would zach go to portland though. they just blew up their roster and even if dame stays they prob wont make the playoffs

I think Klutch is responsible for a lot of these "this team is interested in Zach" rumors to pressure the Bulls into paying him the max. It's a good tactic but I think unnecessary because I believe the Bulls are going to offer him the max. It's just up to Zach if he wants to take it or leave $50 million dollars on the table. But considering he keeps saying he wants what he's worth I think he's going to take the money.

#as long as the bulls offer him the max #i think he stays #we can offer him the most money #a good team #and a big market

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kynky · 5 years ago

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STRICTLY BASS... MAY 2020 UPDATE

Tracklisting

Alien X – Badklaat

All Night Long – Slushii, Holly

Bahebe – Dirty Audio, Leotrix

Bakken tool – Alex Index

BARRICADE – REAPER

Blood Thirsty – Chee

Bongo Dub – Wetman

Born To Die – Besomorph, Coopex, EthanUno

Break Em – Gawm, Runnit

Brother to Save – K.L.O., Kursa, Lone Drum, Osmetic

BS6 – Hyroglifics, Sinistarr

Bubble – DJ Zinc, Alicai Harley

Bull Run – Project Paradis, Mr. Carmack, Promnite

Bust It Out – FWLR

Cheesecake – Kill Feed

Chemicals – The Glitch Mob

Chunky – Kompany, Effin

Coffee Black – Feed Me

Coming Down - Dux n Bass Remix – Sikdope, Duke & Jones, Dux n Bass

Crusade – Marshmello, SVDDEN DEATH

Dark Artifact – G Jones

Data Transfer – Hekler

Deadsong – graves, 93FEETOFSMOKE

DEATHMATCH – SVDDEN DEATH, Snails

Delirium – The Brig, Rob Gasser

Earthquake – Borgore, KULTIVATE, BLUPILL

Epoch – Snavs

Everybodied – Holy Goof, Massappeals

Family - Dirty Audio Remix – The Chainsmokers, Kygo, Dirty Audio

Fidget Dub – Imanzi, Kontent

Frequencies – Black Tiger Sex Machine, ATLiens

Get No Better – ReauBeau, Eskei83, Dani Senior

Ghost In The Bottle – Kayzo, Ray Volpe

Glass Planet – Aweminus

Good News – Apashe

Got Dat – Jantsen, TVBOO

Gully Mode – Gentlemens Club, Watson

Gunning For You (feat. Nevve) – QUIX, Nevve

Haters – Albzzy, Coleman

(Having A Sick Time) In The Mansions Of Bliss – Kahn, Neek

Hijack – Skepsis, Zero

Inside - Ekcle Edition – Culprate, Ekcle

In The Dance – Jantsen, Conrank

Into The Abyss – Zeds Dead, Rezz

James Woods – Deft

Keep Raving – Wax Motif

KILLZONE – Black Tiger Sex Machine

Leviathan – Savant

Me and You – Champagne Drip, Lucii

Migraine – Oddprophet

Moments – Gentlemens Club

Neck Crack Flashback – Chee

Never Alone – Gentlemens Club

No Poetry – Paranorman

Norman's Bait – Badger

Obstacles – Von D

Only Solutions – Infected Mushroom

Party All the Time – Darkzy, Kay

Potions - Au5 Remix – SLANDER, Said the Sky, JT Roach, Au5

POWERMOVE – PEEKABOO, ISOxo

Radiate – Fytch

Ratatata – Borgore, ETC!ETC!, SNC

Ravana – Alix Perez

Rave – Sikdope

RAVEPUNK – REAPER

Reality - Le Lion Remix – Xakra, Klippee, Le Lion

Redo – Crankdat

Rhythmic Pulse – BVSSIC

Run – Kai Wachi, Dylan Matthew

Saviour - CRaymak VIP Remix – Flux Pavilion, CRaymak, Tasha Baxter, Kaleidoscope Orchestra

Sea Anomaly – Earthnut

Senses – Snavs, Todd Helder

Set Me Free – Protohype, Charmae

Shinobi – Defiant

Shlappy - Secret Recipe Remix – Mr. Bill, Au5, Secret Recipe

Show Dem – Truth

Sike – KDYN

Sleep on Me – Axel Boy

Smoking Blunts - Pushloop Remix – Abstrakt Sonance, Substance, Pushloop

Space Swamp – Figure

Starcrossing – NastyNasty

Stay – Franky Nuts, Katie Sky

STFU – Akeos

Stogned – Aweminus

Stop Lights – Watch the Ride, Prima, Emz, DJ Randall, DJ Die, Dismantle

Suffocate – Kayzo, Bad Omens

Sunshine – Truth

Supernoize – Yellow Claw, Juyen Sebulba, RayRay

Systematic Error – Sleeper, Youngsta

Team Takedown – Krimer, Spag Heddy

Tell Me – Fransis Derelle, Josh Rubin

Tomahawk – Mystic State

UKG G – Seb Zito

Walls Cave In – Soltan, NAZAAR

Wholesome Degenerate – Klutch, James Seville

Wish You Would – Slushii

World Builder – 12th Planet

WYN – Gl0bal

Yella - Keith MacKenzie VIP – Smookie Illson, CLB, Keith Mackenzie

Ymir – BEATSMASH

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#future bass #edm #dubstep #trap #electronica #spotify

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mousedetective · 6 years ago

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21 Questions Meme!

I was tagged by the lovely @invidiamalice to do this meme! Thanks so much! Sorry I waited to reblog but I wanted to queue it up for posting on my birthday.

Rules: answer 21 questions and then tag 21 people you’d like to get to know better

1) Nickname: Waltzy, Pennywaltzy, California Brown Bear

2) Zodiac: Aquarius (today is my b-day!)

3) Height: 5′7″ ish. I used to be 5′10″ until I was pregnant and then my spine compressed, causing all the injuries I have there now.

4) Last movie I watched: I saw the tail end of Sky High last week? Otherwise, the last full movie I saw on TV was Moana, and the last one I saw in theatres was The Grinch.

5) Last thing I googled: As of the day I answered it, it was “california state id requirements”

6) Favourite musicians: Linkin Park, Lorde, 2NE1, KoRn, Emilie Autumn, The Prodigy, Jun Areia, Panic! At The Disco, Donald Glaude, The Chainsmokers, f(x), Twenty One Pilots, Depeche Mode, Skrillex, Queen, Fall Out Boy, Marina and the Diamonds, Everclear, The Smashing Pumpkins, Splashdown, Marilyn Manson, Natalia Kills

7) Song stuck in my head: Currently there are two: “Tortuga (Radio Edit)” by Double-V & Formal One (my son sent it to me and then I lost it for a while and I sobbed because he kept sending me the wrong versions and then I found it and sobbed happy tears) and “Sunflower” by Post Malone and Swae Lee, which hilariously came on RIGHT AFTER TORTUGA as I was listening to my music player.

8) Other blogs? @pennywaltzy (my fic blog), @sherlollysecretsanta , @mollyappreciationweek , @holmesfortheholidays , @sherlockfanworkawards, @sherlockwomenappreciation and then two more I’m still trying to figure out what the heck to use them for ( @makeyourmoment and @blahblahblah-etc). I also have accounts on Dreamwidth, Insanejournal, Livejournal and Pillowfort.

9) Do I get asks: More on my fic journal than this blog, but those are usually requests for fics or headcanons.

10) Blogs following: I follow 1,988 blogs (1.365 follow me)

11) Amount of sleep: Depends on whether I’m in a bed or not. I can sleep 12 - 18 hours if I’m in a bed, especially if I’ve been sick or in the car for a while; otherwise, around 5 - 7.

12) Lucky Number: 23

13) What I’m wearing: On the day I answered this, black flowy wide-legged pajama pants (which I generally wear for everyday wear), and a burgundy tank top underneat my Sherlock acrosstic tank top.

14) Dream Job: Writing something. I’m on disability right now so I’m supported in a minimal fashion, but getting to supplement my income by writing would be awesome.

15) Dream Trip: A couple months in England, going to all the movie and TV locations I love. The reason I say months is I run out of energy really quickly so what an able-bodied person could fit in two weeks would take me about two months, especially if I go when weather is really bad.

16) Favourite Food: Macaroni and cheese (preferably Stouffers or from the Walmart deli), mashed potatoes (almost any way you can think of) and cashew chicken.

17) Play any instruments: I can sort of play piano? But not well.

18) Languages: English

19) Favourite Songs: “Say Amen (Sweater Beats Remix)” by Panic! At The Disco, “Monster (EXTENSION REMIX)” by Nicki Minaj, “REVOLUTION + MTBD + DIRTY VIBE (Live)” by CL x Diplo, “Ghostbusters (I’m Not Afraid)” by Fall Out Boy feat. Missy Elliot, “Heart Shaped Box” by Ramin Djawadi, “Killer Queen” by Queen, “The Beginning Is The End Is The Beginning” by The Smashing Pumpkins, “Für Elise (Klutch Dubstep Trap Remix),” “If The Town Blows Away” from Daria! The Musical and the entirety of the Spiderman: Into The Spiderverse OST, the OBC recording of “The Addams Family” and Linkin Park’s “One More Light” (now that I can finally listen to the latter without crying)

20) Random Fact: Apparently I’m double jointed?

21) Describe yourself as aesthetic things: A grizzled veteran of too many fandom wars (camping out on my little territory, smoking a pipe and trying to keep the peace) who’s chained to a typewriter with stereo headphones on and a pair of broken glasses, sweating blood, tears and ink.

#about me #queuel beans #i was tagged

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everlarkbirthdaygifts · 7 years ago

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Happy Birthday, jobanana7!

Today, we wish a very Happy Birthday to @jobanana7! We hope you had a wonderful day, and got just exactly the presents you wanted. To end your special day with a flourish, the lovely @mega-aulover has written a story just for you!

PROMPT: I would love a little story that talks about mental illness, ik is kinda weird but I would love to see like a growing back together after dealing with the process of going and dealing with a mental illness?? Idk of that makes sense. But I would love that. Thanks!!!!!-Jobanana7

RATING/WARNINGS: Rated T / Cannon Growing Angst- Trigger Warning mentions of suicide

A/N:

● Special thanks to @Booksrocksmyface for her guidance, encouragement and beta skills.

● Feliz Cumpleaños to @Jobanana7 Espero que tengas un día maravilloso! I hope I did justice to the prompt.

Fractured Glass:

1st Year Together:

A scream pierced the night air. Peeta gripped the pillow in his hand. He twisted it as he listened to Katniss’s blood curdling cries. Swaying back and forth, he put his hands to his ears to block out her screams. He can’t listen to her anymore, cannot hear her hurting. But as much as he wanted to go to her, to comfort her, Peeta was emotionally paralyzed, he wasn’t right just yet. Yesterday he had his worst episode, he’d held on to the back of the chair until it splintered in his hands.

“My name is Peeta Mellark, I am eighteen years old. I survived two Hunger Games,” he whispered to himself. “I live in district twelve. Snow is dead, and can’t hurt me.” He repeated the mantra Dr. Aurelius taught him to keep himself from having a hijacked episode. His breathing is ragged, and is holding onto reality by a thread. “I am not a mutt. I am no longer a piece in their games. I am safe.”

His lips quivered as he tried to speak the next sentence, but he choked on his words. “Katniss is not a mutt,” his fists curled up as he pictured Katniss covered in flames. “She is not the enemy. I once loved her.”

His mind breaks and he shakes from the violent images that began filling his brain. Katniss’s face contorts into a fierce demonic creature, pure fear raced through his body.

“It’s not real, it’s not real,” he whispered to himself over and over again. He uses one of the memories he knows to be true.

Tears fell from his eyes. Peeta conjured up in his mind the girl with the twin braids and the voice of an angel. He could clearly visualize her in the red dress, the shiny mary-jane shoes, rosey cheeks, and innocent eyes. His attack slowly ebbed away as he was able to distinguish the shiny Capitol memories from the real ones.

He didn’t go to her but Peeta vowed he would, one day.

Second Year Together:

Peeta stood at the entrance of the bedroom, he ran his hands through his hair. After a year of slowly becoming friends once more, they decided to try sharing a bed. His mind flashed to the footage he’d seen of his hijacked self choking Katniss. His breathing became labored and he opens and closes his fits to keep control.

“Katniss, I don’t know if this is a good idea.”

Her face fell, he could see it in her expressive eyes, how much she needed him. Katniss always kept her guard up, she only allowed him to see straight into her soul. He closed his eyes and pictured her at eleven, sitting by the empty trash bins. The icy slush could have killed her but didn’t. It was that vacant look, as death crept into her bones that he saw, that drove him to throw her the bread. He’d been willing to get a beating for it.

He couldn’t let her die then, and it still stands true today. However, he couldn’t do this with her tonight, Peeta was too afraid of physically hurting her. His mind was still like fragmented pieces of glass. Unable to look at her, he turned around to leave.

“Peeta.”

Her voice was desperate, it caused him to pause his retreat.

“You can stay in my mom’s old bedroom it’s just down the hall.” Her voice was hoarse. He turned around and saw she was combatting tears. “I just need you to be near, will you allow that?”

It was a solution that sounded too good to be true, but one he could live with. “I could do that.”

“Okay.” Katniss nodded. “I’ll go fix up the room for you Peeta.”

She pushed herself against the door jam as she slid by him. He was thankful she didn’t touch him. Right now touching, holding, intimate things were beyond his scope.

That night neither one could sleep. He was worried that he would get up and hurt her. And she feared the nightly terrors that plagued her sleep. They ended up downstairs. He made bread, she watched him, and in the morning they finally fell asleep sitting on the sofa sitting beside each other.

Peeta thought to himself this was a great start, they were at least under the same roof.

Six months later:

Katniss was moving in with him. She’d had her worst episode yet, she tried to cut her wrists. Katniss had gone inside of her sister’s room chasing the cat. Being in her sisters room triggered her nervous breakdown. Dr. Aurelius suggested she move in with Peeta as there weren’t any triggers at his house.

All that Katniss brought with her was her bow, the game bag with a few pieces of clothing, the plant book, and the memory book they’d made. Trailing behind her was that ugly, mangy cat who took off when he saw some of Haymitch’s geese.

That night Peeta was in his room, counting down until the moment his eyes slid shut, and the nightly terrors to start. He’s left the door opened just in case she needs him. He closes his eyes and when he awakes he sees a slight figure standing by the foot of his bed.

Katniss stands with her head cast low, her dark hair covering her face. He can see her hands are klutched together.

“Peeta.”

Her voice sounds scared and child like. Peeta realizes she's just as broken as he is. He lifts the blanket and she climbs into bed with him. He holds her trembling form. He vows they will never sleep apart.

3rd Year Together:

Sleeping together has helped them both. They comfort each other during the night as they face the onslaught of horrific memories and Capitol-spun lies.

They've become inseparable. During their joint therapy sessions with the doctor, they've learned the art of communication. He talks. she listens, her hand grips his, and her eyes reflect the care she feels for him. When she speaks, her words are few, but Peeta makes sure to be attentive and supportive.

Katniss isn't a talker she's much more of a doer, she acts on instinct. Peeta acknowledges he’s the one with the words, he is also a planner. Lately he's been speaking about the bakery, and the idea of possibly starting one again. He feels if he can have the same land then he can somehow have a piece of his family, of his old self back.

Unannounced, Katniss went out and filled out the paperwork to reclaim his family's old plot in town. She handed him the documents and told him, “For when you're ready.”

Peeta cried. She gave him back his family. He discovered he needs her strengths.

They've fallen into a routine: she hunts and he bakes. They take tentative steps every day as the doctor has ordered. They keep a journal of the good things and read it every night before they go to bed to remind them that life can be good.

His episodes don't last as long and the frequency diminished. He's able to see the girl who used to trade with his father at the back of the bakery. A shy girl, a smart girl, a girl that many people looked up to, including himself.

“Peeta.”

Her soft voice brings him out if his wanderings. His face contorts to make a smile. Peeta watches in awe as a blush blooms on her cheeks. He relaxes and his smile widens even more when he sees the shy glittering glance she gives him. Just like she did whenever she came to trade. Peeta notices how his hearts melts, and his hands shake not from fear but from the rush of emotions.

That night as they share a bed, he wonders if he's falling in love with her. He questions if it is even possible for his hijacked mind to fall in love with a creature he was conditioned to fear. His heart tells him yes.

4th Year Together:

Peeta rushed home from the main part of town. He saw the lightning race in the clouds ahead right before he heard the roar of thunder. He hurried his steps, he needed to get home quickly. The lightning illuminated his steps as he made his way through the darkened path to the Victors Village. The clap of thunder caused him to run.

Thunder is one of Katniss’s triggers. The noise reminds her of all of the awful things she suffered in her past, the death of her father, in her fractured mind the noise of the explosive Gale made when it took her sister Prim’s life, and it was also the cannon of the arena and the explosion she experienced right before they were separated and he was captured by the Capitol.

“Katniss,” he shouts into the still house. Closing the door he runs up the stairs toward her safe place. The closest in is his studio.

Everything's been going well between them. They were growing closer emotionally, romantically and physically. With each passing day they grew more intimate with the other but they were not ready to make the jump to make love, he often stopped short because not only was Katniss not ready he wasn’t either. The intensity between them was like blinding white light and he often slipped out of bed to take care of his hard-on.

It started with a shy kiss on the cheek. It developed to tender brushes on lips when they parted for the day. One day those soft shy brushes deepened. Soon lips parted, tasted and suckled. Kisses that made his heart fly and his hands shly wonder. Kisses that heated his skin. Kisses that inspired him to think of more than just innocent platonic meanderings, these were riveting thoughts like bright emotional colors on the canvas of his soul.

Today he’d been in town finalizing the bakery drawings with the architect when he saw the storm clouds roll in from the window. He made it to the house just as the rain fell, but the crackling, rumbling and the exploding echo engulfed their home in the Victors Village.

“Katniss,” Peeta called as he reached the room.

“Peeta,” she called, flying into his arms. Her face washed with tears, her fingernails bit into the flesh of his arms. “You’re real.”

“I’m real,” he whispered into her hair. He sat with her in the closet facing her terror together, because that’s what they did best. From the beginning they faced all obstacles as a team. The victory tour he recalled how she bravely took the microphone to speak to Rue’s mother. The way her voice started off quiet but grew as she gathered her courage. He didn’t know that it was due to his pledge to give a portion of his money away.

He could still picture her standing in that dress, clutching microphone stand, speaking her eyes showed a slice of her compasion. It fed the masses. It fed a rebellion. It also made him fall a little harder for her.

“I thought you were gone,” Katniss muttered.

“I’m here, Katniss, I’m always here.”

“Always,” she affirmed looking into his eyes. He gasped at the whirling emotions in her eyes, right before her lips touched his.

That day they had a small victory, but Peeta vowed that he would never leave her alone to weather the storms because they were a team.

The 5th Year Together:

Peeta opened his eyes, his hands ungripped the back of the chair. He’d suffered another episode. His body was weak, but at least he was able to weather another one. Today was their fifth year anniversary since he came back home.

Five arduous years where they had grown back together. Last night around midnight Katniss and he had finally made love and declared their love for one another. He was ecstatic but also panicked as this meant they were now an official couple. It also meant emotionally he was at his most vulnerable.

What if she didn’t want him? What if he wasn’t good enough?

“Peeta.” Her hands wrapped around his middle.

He closed his eyes.

“I still want you.”

Her soft words, caused his beating heart to slow down. “Katniss why would you want a broken, one legged, burned man.” Her hands slipped on top of his. Her darker ones contrasted with his paler ones. “You have every right to leave me, and find yourself a man who will value you.”

She hugged him tighter, her face nuzzled his back. “You tried giving me the same speech during the Quarter Quell, and It didn’t work then and it’s not going to work now.”

“Katniss,” he sighed heavily.

“Peeta, I love you.” Her hands splayed on his chest. “I do not want another man, I just want you. When you came back that’s when I came back, went hunting, that’s when I mourned my sister. You were the only one who acknowledged that she…” Katniss paused her voice was thick with raw emotions. “Passed away.”

Peeta turned her around and cupped her face. He recalled Katniss with her sister Primrose staring at the cakes in the display case. They were younger, but he recalled how the sun shone down on Prim’s golden hair and the love in Katniss eyes. He wanted to be loved like that. “Prim helped me become un-hijacked. She was good and sweet. I’m sorry for her death. It was pointless.”

Katniss had tears falling from her eyes, she nodded. Despite her sadness he saw a deep profound love displayed in her eyes. “You understand me better than anyone else. You fought to come back to me. You calm the rage within me.”

Peeta kissed her lips, they were soft, warm and they tasted like home. He was loved

15th Year Together:

Their laughter fills the air. Peeta’s little girl, with the twin braids that flap in the air as she runs. She’s laughing, stops and begins to dance. Her arms are spread wide as she leaps in the air and twirls in the tall grass of the meadows. His son’s blond head bobbing up and down as his chubby little legs run toward his sister. He’s just started to run. Katniss says he looks like Peeta but Peeta thinks he looks like his brothers.

Katniss is sitting underneath the tree, watching them, a picnic blanket spread around her.

“Hey.” Peeta leaned in and pecked her on the lips before settling down besides her. He was glad to be out of the bakery. He wanted to enjoy his time with his family.

“Hi, how was the bakery?”

He rubbed his face, “You were right, Joey, was the reason for the shenanigans down at the bakery.”

Katniss gave him an all knowing look.

“I can’t put him on the rotation on a Saturday.”

“He’s much too immature.” Katniss leaned forward and began fixing him a plate.

“Do you remember how different it was for us at that age?”

She sat back, a pensive look on her face, as she glanced at their children. Their little girl was making a crown of dandelions. His little boy was sitting yanking grass out of the dirt. Her fingers gripped the plate.

“It’s going to be ok,” Peeta put his arm around her shoulders.

“Peeta they’re playing on…”

“I know, the remains of our past.” Off to the side of the meadow was a small plaque with all of the names of the people that were lost to the bombings. The line of trees still has the long beams that once supported the electric fence.

Peeta remembers a time when we went to bed in fear of reapings. Of being called to the games thinking it was the luckiest day of his life. He remembers lying by the bank of the river silently wishing he would die. Then thinking he was seeing an angel appear from the heavens knowing he was dying. The way she fought him hand and foot and brought him back to life. He fell for Katniss when she kissed him for real in that cave.

He’d felt it, felt the moment she melted into his arms, and something more was happening between them. He never forgot that kiss or the one at the beach. Never forgot his brave girl, she was a woman now but he saw her lurking in the background of the fear that was in her eyes. “They will be alright, all of the arenas have been torn down. They are never going to have another Hunger Games.”

Katniss nodded. She handed him the plate.

“Come here,” Peeta took the plate and put it on the side. He opened his arms to her and she snuggled up to him. “We have each other, we’re a team you and I.” He could feel her relax. “Besides we have the book and when the time is right we’ll tell them about it.”

He wasn’t scared of the past anymore. It had taken him a long time to heal. Seeing their first born child in his arms cured his worry about the fractured glass that was his past. His daughter and his son were his future. And if they had any questions they had the book, written in their own words and not in the words of others to explain what they went through.

For now he was going to enjoy the angel in his arms and watch his children play in the meadow.

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