#like loading a bunch of boxes into the back of a car. saying ‘we can fit four across the back’

[reikunrei]

sometimes i sit here worrying “oohhh i’m not qualified enough to do xyz” irt applying to new jobs and then i have days like today where i realize people don’t know how to do something as simple as stack boxes in an orderly manner and i go. ah. maybe i actually am the best for this position

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

*shaking cup* freebie? Freebie for the poor? (Your writing is great and I hope you're doing okay :))

"He saved my life" was the magic sentence. Ordinarily, Erik might have taken it personally having a human pull a shot gun on him but- context mattered.

Your elderly grandfather had no way of knowing WHY he was with you. Or how he knew you. Not until you explained what happened. Still. It took... restraint.

It was... curious though. Seeing this part of your life. The fear and the pride on their faces when they hugged you to them- relieved to see you alive still. "Come on son," your grandfather said. "We'll load the car. Let the girls get supper on the table." And he followed- not sure what else to do.

"Be nice," you call.

"I'm always nice," your Grandfather called back, "it's the General you gotta worry about."

Erik smiled just a little as the old man popped your trunk open and shook his head at the chaos, "You'd think she lives in here, good grief."

"She does, for the most part," Erik snorted, "long hours. And she never knows what she's going to need."

Paul shook his head and hefted a box into place, "You have questions, don't you, son?"

Erik regarded him for a moment. There was a tense moment in the beginning. But... after that, he'd been treated like a friend. Like you'd just dragged any other misfit home. "Why does she do this?" he asked.

The other man adjusted his glasses and glanced towards the door. Erik can see him weighing what to say. Not looking for a lie, but looking for a way to tell the truth that respects your dignity. He can feel an ugly story coming, the way he can feel violence. "Because," Paul said, shoulders sagging, "when she looks at those children, she sees a best friend she couldn't help. Because by the time she knew what happened it was too late." He pushed himself off the side of your car and went to his tool chest, pulling a drawer open and extracting a framed picture.

It's old. You're there with another little girl. He's know you anywhere- it's the eyes. And the smile. You have your arms around each other. Beaming on the beach. "Allie's parents just... disappeared her. She was scared. Afraid no one would help her. And by the time Y/N managed to track her down again- it- she was dead. Someone just beat her to death."

Erik looked at the man in front of him and tried to keep control of his temper. It's not his fault.

"Y/N was so angry," Paul said, shaking his head. "To this day, I don't think she believes in god... For years we thought she was going to kill herself trying just to numb the pain. Pills mostly. Parties. But... one day she just dropped out of sight. Just was gone. We got phone calls and emails sometimes. She sounded good. just busy. Distracted."

Paul smiled ruefully, "We figured she was on a bender and tracked her down. We were gonna haul her little ass to rehab so help us god- and we found her handing out blankets and food to homeless mutant kids, telling a bunch of bigots to- well. You've met her."

Erik chuckled, "Yes, I'm familiar with her vocabulary." He handed Paul the photo back and studied him, "They're still looking for her."

"I figured." He exhaled slowly. "I don't want to have to bury my granddaughter. But, we know- she may not believe in God but, he'll hold her in his hands anyway."

"Paul-"

"If anything happens," he said, putting the photo away, "we're going to lay her next to Allie. We learned a long time ago to hope for the best and plan for the worst. My girl can work miracles but she can't stop bullets."

[fuck-customers]

I'm still a bit mad about this so here we go-

My place of work closes at 5. These two customers come in like ten till and get a bunch of plants (I work at a plant shop). The one guy wants delivery, fuck me cause delivery orders take a while to do with all the damn paperwork and he has like 15 plants. I tell him the delivery fee, he asks if it's subjective on the amount of plants he gets, I explain it's a flat fee and that it gets delivered by a box truck. He decides he's gonna go back and get more plants. At 4:51. I tell him we close at 5 sharp, he says okay, but we all know that doesn't mean jack shit. He spends like another 10-15 getting more plants.

While he's going back there I start writing up the information for delivery. Plant name, gallon size, quantity, price, ect...

One of my coworkers comes up with the golf cart full of plants. There was probably 15+, atleast. It's like 4:55 now. He says the lady is still shopping in the back and has another cart full of plants. Fuck me again. He says she has a Beep and isn't gonna fit it all in there and is probably gonna do delivery. Double fuck me. I haven't even counted the cash drawer yet. I start writing up this first order. Again, all the details. Everythin.

One other coworker says she already got the prices of plants for the second order (the second cart, on top of the golf cart, the customer brought up) in the register computer. I say she (customer) wants delivery, so she walks away. Just leaves, as I'm writing up the order. Thanks for the fuckin help.

This is where I get more angry than I already was. Manager comes up, asks what's going one. It's past 5 at this point, we're closed. Except we're not cause both these fucks are out in the garden gettin more plants. I explain *both these customers want delivery. She says I can't do two things at once and that we need to 'divide and conquer'. First of all, divide and conquer my ass. I am conquering, no one is helping me. One cowroker even left while I was doing the order write up. I already wrote up all the information for the first order (besides stuff like customer address, I just did the plant details) and I'm pretty much almost done with writing up the next order. Bitch customer number 2 then is up front and loading plants in her car, which no one told me, which the coworker who brought them up who's helping her SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME the customer was taking certain plants. My manager and I have a back and forth, me basically explaining 'I already wrote down the information for BOTH orders'. She then makes me hand her my paper with order 2 on it and she basically disregards my entire work I just did, redoing everythin. I literally had it under control, I wrote down EVERYTHIN (that I could do). Plant names, quantity, prices, gallon size, and it was over 40+ plants in the end. At this point I'm pissed cause it's like 20 past five, neither one of these customers have their order written up officially (I use a scrap paper first then write nice on the order form), I don't want to leave in rush hour traffic and neither customer is upfront actually paying for their order.

Eventually another coworker comes up and helps the other other one who's still slow with doing orders. I give her all my information I wrote up for order 1. Weather or not they actually used it, idfk. I'm just pissed that all my effort went to waste for NOTHING for my manager to tell me I'm doing it 'wrong'. I was *this🤏 close to just clocking out and leaving since clearly no one wants the actual effort I put into these two damn fiasco of orders. Someone else can count the two cash drawers out, if you're gonna disregard my effort then you clearly don't want it and you can get someone else to do it.

This and the other shit that has been piling on, like my coworkers not helping me when we get busy and me feeling singled out for 'not checking customers out fast enough, not being vigilant of the front' makes me want to look for a new job. I'm tired of hustling my ass just to be told I'm slow at it, that I'm not cognizant, that my effort isn't enough. Why they don't get on my coworkers, idk. They do fuck all while the phone is blowing up and I have a line of customers upfront. They literally have 20 minute chats with the manager while I'm gettin slammed with customers or I'm actually doing somethin productive. It's only been six months but I'm already thinking of leaving.

Posted by admin Rodney

[altschmerzes]

nah but i’m still thinking about ‘and rohan will answer’. i’m thinking about rohan will answer and barn raisings and my theatre friend’s fiance and one of the best days of my life.

so i lived in minnesota, right, and i’d gotten involved with a theatre community there for a while. i was pretty new, had some new friends, and things were going well. there was a woman a little older than me, we’ll call her emily, and she was engaged to a guy we’ll call mark. i didn’t know her very well, and i’d never met mark at all, but she was nice, and we got to chatting at rehearsals and whatnot. the big thing was that her parents were getting older and in bad health and they lived in pennsylvania, and she and mark were moving back there soon.

anyway so our show ended and we were all still milling around hanging out every so often and then we hear the news - emily’s dad got abruptly very much worse, while she was on a trip out there to get their new apartment settled, and she wasn’t coming back. she was staying there, mark was going to handle things in minnesota, and then go join her. and she messaged a bunch of us with a favour to ask - the move-out was a big job, and mark was unexpectedly and suddenly doing it all himself, and could any of us please help him. none of us knew him. barely any of us had met him. and so we said yeah, of course we will.

so like seven of us got our shit together, arranged cars and supplies, and went over to their apartment. hi, we said when we showed up. you don’t know us but emily sent us, we’re here to help. and we did. it was the dead of summer in minnesota and it was hot and muggy and gross and the place had no a/c but we packed up the last of the things that needed packing into boxes, we loaded up his truck, and we ran things to the goodwill. we cleaned that entire old place from top to bottom. i must have spent hours alone in the bathroom and kitchen, scrubbing the fridge and the tub and the sink and whatever else. it was hard work and it sucked and mark was tired and stressed and not in a good mood.

and on the way out, he hugged every one of us. and i went home that night exhausted and sweaty and aching and loving him more than i knew it was possible to love someone i didn’t know. and i’m minnesotan, right. we do loving strangers like it’s our life’s calling (pushing cars out of snowbanks, say hi to the neighbours, how are you doing, do you need any extra, let me know if i can help). emily wrote us a long message thanking us profusely later on but i didn’t know how to tell her that i wanted to be the one to thank her for asking us to do something like that. for letting me be part of something like that. i didn’t know how to tell her that it was more human, more part of a community, than i’d ever felt in my life. i haven’t seen or spoken to her in years but i’d still want to thank her, if i saw her again. i think about that day all the time.

[eddiesgorlie]

If Everyday Was Like Christmas

Austin Butler x Reader

Summary: Austin and Y/n enjoy a nice day of Christmas shopping and decorating

Warnings: None except for an overwhelming amount of fluff!

Word count: 1,622

I woke up to soft kisses being placed on my neck. “Stop it, your beard is scratchy.” I said with a laugh. “Just one more.” He said kissing my cheek, God his morning voice was addictive. I turned towards him and snuggled into his chest with a happy sigh. “How do you feel about decorating for Christmas today?” He asked. He of course, knew my love of Christmas so he knew what the answer would be. “Of course!” I said as I met his blue eyes. He placed a kiss on my lips and then got out of bed, lifting my body into his arms. I was always insecure about my short height but Austin always made me feel better by saying I’m “Fun Sized” and perfect for carrying.

He carried me into the kitchen before setting me down on one of the barstools at the kitchen island. “Now how would you like your coffee this morning?” He asked. “Mocha.” I said with a smile. He walked over the coffee maker and made us each a coffee, he sat mine down in front of me before sitting on the stool next to me. “So today we need to get a tree, is that all?” He asked. “I know we need more firewood for the fireplace and maybe some new lights for outside, I think theres a bunch of bulbs burnt out.” I said. “Okay, perfect.” He said with a smile.

After we finished our coffee and breakfast, we got dressed. He wore black jeans, a blue flannel, his favorite boots he thrifted and his brown carhart coat. I wore bell bottom jeans, a white chunky sweater and tall white snow boots. “You ready?” I asked as I grabbed my long coat. “Yep.” He said as he grabbed his keys. We walked out to the car and headed to the hardware store to get lights and wood. “5 bundles?” He asked. “I think that should be enough.” I said as he put wood bundles into the shopping cart. “Where are the Christmas lights….” He mumbled to himself as he wiped his hands off on his jeans. “Christmas lights….. Christmas lights…… Christmas lights!” He pointed towards the aisle once he found them. He sped walked to the aisle like an excited little boy. “These are pretty.” I said as I grabbed a box of lights. “I like ‘em.” He said as he grabbed a couple of the same box.

We bought our items and then headed out to the car. “Get in the car and I’ll load everything up. Its freezing and I don’t need you getting sick.” He said. I nodded and got in the car, immediately turning on my seat warmer. When he got into the car his hair was completely covered in fluffy snow and his nose was bright red. “Oh, come ‘ere.” I said, grabbing his hands, I held them in mine and blew hot air into them. “We should have gotten you gloves while we were in there.” I said with a giggle as he started warming up. “You’re probably right.” He said with a smile. I kissed his nose before he started backing out of the parking lot. “Do you have the directions to the Christmas tree farm?” He asked. “Let me see here.” I said as I pulled up my GPS and typed in the address. “And here you go!” I said as it started saying directions. I tuned the radio to the Christmas channel and we made our way to the farm.

After the short drive, we got out of the car and walked into the farm. The snow wasn’t coming down as hard as it was before but it was definitely present. “How tall can the tree be?” I asked. “10 feet.” He said. “This is a pretty one.” I said as I stroked the pine needles between my fingers. “It really is. Lets see, I didn’t bring my tape measure.” He said as he checked his pockets. He looked around for a moment before he saw a man that looked like an employee. “Sir, do you work here?” Austin asked. “Yes I do.” He said. “Wonderful. My wife and I are looking for a 10 foot Christmas tree and I completely forgot my tape measure at home. Would you be able to tell us how tall this one is?” Austin asked. “That one looks to be a 10 footer but let me make sure.” He said as he took a tape measure from his tool belt. “Yup, 10’ 3”.” He said. “Perfect, we’ll take it.” Austin said. We paid for the tree and the man helped us carry it to our car. “Thank you sir.” Austin said shaking his hand. “You’re welcome and merry Christmas.” He said. Austin and I lifted the tree onto the roof of the car and he secured it down with ropes.

We jumped in the car and blasted the heat. “Cold, cold, cold.” I said as I rubbed my hands together. “Aw, your nose is all red.” He said as he kissed the tip of my nose. We drove home to the sound of Christmas music. Once we made it home, I took the bags inside and Austin followed behind with the tree. He set it in the tree stand and stepped back to make sure it looked right. “I love it.” I said as he cuddled into his side. “Me too.” He said. I started walking to get the ornament boxes when Austin stopped me. “Baby, wait.” He said. I turned around to face him. “Here, an early Christmas present.” He said as he handed me a box. “Really?” I asked with a smile. He nodded as I ripped the paper off of the box, I opened it and inside I saw Christmas patterned fabric, once I completely took them out of the box, it finally registered what they were. Matching Christmas pajamas. “A-are these?” I asked tearfully. As a child I always wanted my family to have matching Christmas pajamas but there was always too many arguments and too many “They’re to expensive’s” from my dad that it never happened. Austin was aware of this and it seemed he wanted to help child me, heal. “Do you like ‘em? We can switch them for a different pattern if you like.” He said with a smile. “They’re perfect.” I said as I completely broke down. “Oh baby, come here, don’t cry.” He said as he held me to his chest. “Happy tears.” I said.

Once I calmed down, we put the jammies on and started decorating. This was my childhood dream, decorating a huge tree, wearing matching pajamas with Christmas music playing and drinking hot coco with the man I’m so deeply in love with. I was currently up on a ladder, hanging garland around the house and Austin was hanging wreaths and changing out decorative items for Christmas items. “Baby!” I heard Austin call from another room. “Yeah?” I yelled back. “Can you come here?” He asked. “I have one more strip of garland to hang!” I yelled back. “Okay!” I hung the last piece and climbed down the ladder. “Whatcha need, honey?” I asked. “How about we get started on the tree?” He asked. “Yes!” I said excitedly. We each took a side of the tree to decorate and of course it turned into a competition of who could finish the fastest. We put lights on the tree and then started hanging ornaments. “I love this one.” I said, showing him the small cat ornament. “Thats a pretty one.” He said with a smile. “We should get a cat.” I said. “Oh we should?” He said with a laugh. “Yes, a black cat.” I said. “Lets think about it.” He said. I won the decorating race, but both sides looked beautiful, there was a perfect mix between traditional solid color ornaments and fun hallmark type ornaments. “Drum roll please.” Austin said as he went to plug the lights in. I smacked my hands against my lap and cheered when the lights filled the room. Our home looked so beautiful. “Oh, Austin.” I sighed happily. “Its perfect.” He said smiling.

“Before we get into our 2022 Christmas movie marathon, how do you feel about cookies?” He asked with a smirk. I smirked back and started off towards the kitchen, I opened the fridge and pulled out the store bought sugar cookie dough. “Can you get the cookie sheet, babe?” I asked. “Sure.” He said as he reached up to a high cabinet and grabbed the sheet. I cut open the packaging and started laying them on the sheet. Just as I was about to grab the last piece, Austin grabbed it and popped the raw dough in his mouth. “You’re disgusting!” I said with a laugh. “Aw, but you love meee.” He said, puckering his lips. “Nope, I am not trying to get salmonella today, mister!” I said, putting the cookies in the oven. Just as I was about to turn around, he pulled me into his arms and started swaying. “I’ll have a blue Christmas without youuu, I’ll be so blue just thinking about youu.” Austin sang. “Dork.” I said with a laugh as I leaned my head against his chest. “Decorations of red, on a green Christmas tree won’t be the same, dear if you aren’t here with me.” He sang.

After pulling the warm cookies out of the oven and pouring two glasses of milk, we settled on the couch and started our movie marathon with ‘A Christmas Story’ my favorite. “I love you.” I said as I leaned into his side. “I love you more.” He said, wrapping his arm tightly around me.

[etraytin]

New Solutions, Old Disasters

More volunteering this last few days; it feels like the only thing to do that makes sense right now. There's a website that local people can check to find volunteer opportunities, so I signed up to help at the local food and water distro. They get lots of help on weekends, it looks like, but much less during the week, so I brought husband and Kiddo along as well. It was us and three other volunteers, a few city librarians who have been assigned to disaster duties while some of the libraries are still closed, and a handful of National Guardsmen working this center. The National Guard contingent has set up near our house at a summer camp tucked back in the hills, and I have never seen so many Chinooks in my whole life, much less had them rattling my windowpanes. Glad to have them though, they're doing a huge amount of work and supply transport!

Anyway, Kiddo and I directed traffic all afternoon. That meant meeting every car, figuring out what they needed and giving each driver a post-it note to say what and how much of each item to give them. Anyone who comes to the center was eligible to get one box full of 12 liters of water in 1-liter tetrapacks and one box of 12 MREs per person they were picking up for, plus as much potable and nonpotable water as they wanted in the containers they brought themselves. Some folks just got stuff for themselves, some picked up for others, a few loaded up for whole neighborhoods. I taught Kiddo how to do the post-it ticket and we took turns each time a car approached. He was nervous at first but quickly got the hang of it and was getting very fast and confident by the end of the day! I'm really proud of him because socializing can be a tough thing for him but he powered through and came out the other side. By the end of the day, he was saying that this was his favorite volunteer gig of all. (It did not hurt that the weather was exquisite all day and we got to enjoy a lot of it from our chairs in a nice shady place at the front gate.)

World Central Kitchen brought lunch for us, which was wonderful and delicious. It was some kind of chili-goulash with big chunks of vegetable in it, and there were three massive pans (sometimes we have many more volunteers than we had that day!) At the end of the day, the volunteer coordinator asked us if we wanted to take the leftovers home and we said sure, if nobody else was going to take them. Turns out there was an entire pan left and with everybody else being singles, nobody wanted that much, lol. We took it home and shared it with our neighbors and still had enough for two big meals. Our neighbors are a nurse in one of the hard-hit towns and a handyman plus two teenagers, so they were also happy to get an easy hot meal! We also took home one box of MREs because we ate through so many of our emergency supplies during the days when power was out, and it feels good to be prepared. I may give them away at some point, hard to say. We have given away a whole lot of my emergency stash at this point on the grounds that it feels bad to save up for an emergency that is happening right now to other people.

Yesterday I did actual Red Cross work for the first time in awhile. (I did an overnight shift at a Red Cross shelter the day after we got back to town, but the post I made for that got half-finished and left in drafts and I'm still picking at it.) They wanted someone from the local Disaster Action Team at the shelter to help with casework intakes because we use the same program as they do and are already familiar with it. I drove down to the shelter and found there'd been a miscommunication, they wanted me working intake, but not at the shelter near me, at shelters all over the disaster area by remote. So I went home and made a bunch of phone calls instead. It was a little frustrating, but above all things you must be flexible if you want to be a good disaster worker. There are always going to be screwups and miscommunications and hurry-up-and-waits. As long as nothing life-threatening is happening, you just shrug and roll with it and do what is needed. That's one reason I've taken so much Red Cross training; if I get to a place and they don't need me for what I thought I was going to be doing, there's usually something else I can do.

I did end up in a shelter anyway, when we realized that the shelter I was trying to contact was isolated enough that they still didn't have reliable cell coverage in the area. Rather than continue beating my head against the wall, I hopped in the car and drove out an hour to the shelter, which was up north in a very tucked-away corner. MIracle of miracles, the shelter did have enough WiFi that I did not have to resort to paper forms intake and I was able to get nearly everyone in the shelter taken care of. I also got to hold someone's kitten, which was pretty great. Unfortunately, about two hours into my visit it became clear that several residents had just (as in _just_) tested positive for COVID, and this was now going to be a COVID shelter. I, who had just interviewed all the folks in the shelter, had also gotten a good solid exposure. Great.

All of that to say that this weekend is not a big volunteer weekend for us anymore, as we are staying home for a few days to make sure I'm not ferrying germs between vulnerable congregate populations and the general public. I did dig out my masks today so I could drop off some bottled water and go collect the last of my belongings from the office of my canvassing job. That is officially over, with final paychecks this week and our field director reassigned to another office. At least I got my bag of hats back! Wearing a mask right now feels surreal; nobody has given me a hard time or anything but it makes this disaster feel like 2020 again and the feeling of cognitive dissonance gets kind of intense.

At least now I can tell myself it's a good thing to see people gathering in groups again because it means that the restaurants and businesses are starting to open again! The boil order has been rescinded for a large chunk of the county, and I counted five open restaurants on the main street this evening, all of them busy. No place was as busy as the town laundromat though, which has become a huge gathering place as one of the only 24-hour laundry places in a county full of waterless folks. That place is _busy!_

[shirohige-pirates]

Just Like Fire

CisFem Reader x Portgas D. Ace

CW: angst, language, erotic, violence, serial killer, stalking, poisoning, over-bearing controlling parents, attempted forced marriage, possible dub-con, Munchausen by proxy (aka Factitious Disorder), wildly cute and fluffy despite the warnings. 18+ only

Summary: You're Sabo's biological sister in this AU. After college you moved in with your dear brother and his two sworn brothers in order to avoid going back home. You and Sabo despise your family equally.

Chapter 1: Nakama

“Thanks for letting me stay here.” You say for probably the fiftieth time in as many hours, setting down a small box of personal items in the room you’d been provided.

Sabo, your beloved brother, smiles at you. “Of course, (Y/N), I told you as long as you can deal with Ace and Luffy, you’re welcome to stay as long as you want.” He gives you a hug as the two of you hear a crash from downstairs, and can hear Ace and Luffy starting to squabble. “… Try to make it a month, at least.”

You start to laugh as the two of you head toward the stairs to see what happened.

“Oi! Be gentle with it Lu!” Ace snaps, picking up the scattered books carefully while his younger brother helps him.

Ace, Sabo and Luffy had been “brothers” since they were little kids. Your parents blamed Sabo’s rebellious nature on the other two, but there wasn’t much they could do about it. You knew Ace and Luffy were cursed, Sabo had talked to you about it when you were considering moving in with him. Cursed people had all sorts of things they could do, but the cost was an inability to swim. There were some other weaknesses, something about a certain kind of stone or metal, but unlike your parents you didn’t care if someone was cursed or not.

People were born that way, there wasn’t anything they could do about it, for better or worse. Just like how you and Sabo had been born to parents that didn’t suit you – there wasn’t anything you could do to change that.

“Honestly, we could just dump them.” You say, coming down the stairs.

“Oh, those are The Books, huh?” Sabo asks, his voice changing when he says ‘the books’.

“Haha, yeah, yeah.” You smile as you pick one up. Luffy looks confused, and so does Ace for a moment before he smiles. “Dad’s collection of must read titles.” You roll your eyes. “I couldn’t control what got packed, so these ended up coming along. I’m not going to suggest we burn them, but if you have a wobbly table or something?”

“What’s so bad about these books?” Luffy questions, flipping through one idly. “Aside from a lack of pictures.”

“It’s a bunch of flawed philosophy. Blood purity bullshit,” you say with a grumble. “Debunked theories and bigot science.”

“Burning stuff like that could be bad for the air.” Ace says flatly. “Oh! I know what we can do with ‘em – Lu, help me get ‘em gathered up.”

“Might I ask-?” You start as Ace looks up at you with a smile.

“It’s a surprise!” He beams up at you.

You tilt your head and feel Sabo’s hand on your shoulder. He gives you a reassuring smile before he continues past you to help the other two gather up the books.

“We’re going to the station, I assume?” He asks and both Luffy and Ace chime in the affirmative. Sabo looks back at you. “The station’s cooler and usually filled with some rough-.”

“-but nice!” Luffy interjects, head popping up over Sabo’s shoulder as your brother takes a second before continuing.

“-but nice people.” Sabo finishes. “You might not need a jacket, but you might want to dress warmer.”

“Any chance of a meal while we’re out?” You ask, already heading back upstairs.

“You just ate.” Sabo gapes.

“Just was nearly three hours ago, dear brother.” You correct. “We’ve been hauling boxes up these steps for the last three hours. I am hungry.”

“How does something so small eat so mu--.” Sabo stops as he and Ace look over at Luffy who’s already laughing. “Never mind.”

With the books eventually gathered, the four of you loaded into Sabo’s car.

“I still can’t believe you ended up with the Odyssean.” You muse as the box is loaded into the trunk. You clear your throat when you see a smile from Sabo, and confusion from the other two. Doing your best impression of your father you open your arm toward the vehicle.

“A masterpiece of bespoke stitching and sustainable design, this mainstream produced Bentley offers a balance of luxury and quality, while still leading the edge of sustainability and viability. A perfect first car for my chosen heir.” You rolled your eyes at the end. “If dad hadn’t said the words ‘mainstream produced’, Stuffy might have actually kept it.”

“Pfft – hahaha.” Ace laughs, Luffy breaking into a laugh with him. “Stuffy, ah-hahaha!”

You grin. “You’ve met him, it seems.”

“He came camping with us once, remember?” Sabo says as Ace holds the passenger door open for you with an exaggerated flourish.

“Oh right, he pitched a fit for weeks to be allowed to go, and then was livid when he came back.” You laugh. “I’d almost forgotten, you were what, eleven?”

“Mm, it was one of the few times I had been hoping that father wouldn’t give in.” Sabo sighs.

“How long are you staying with us?” Luffy asks as the drive begins.

“A few months. I was thinking a year tops if you can all put up with me that long.” You answer with a smile, turning a bit to look at Luffy while you talk. “That should be enough time to job hunt and then start apartment hunting.”

“You should just stay!”

“… HUH?” You feel your mouth go slack.

“There it is.” Sabo says flatly.

“Well, it’s been decided.” Ace says with a smile.

You recover quickly and laugh. “Just like that huh? What in the hells just happened?”

“Luffy determines friend or foe very quickly.” Sabo explains as you sit back in your seat.

“I am in the friend column, it seems.” You muse as you hear Luffy laughing.

“No you’re not.” He says, still laughing, and there’s a second of tension in the air. “(Y/N) is nakama!”

“Sorry, what?” You ask, turning fully toward the backseat.

Ace points to everyone in the car. “Nakama.”

“Is that like siblings?”

He shakes his head. “Think of it like a step up from friends. Kind of like a found family, but not necessarily familial.”

You can feel your face starting to heat up and turn away before it shows. “Well… thank you then. Not even done with my first official day and I’ve been adopted.”

Sabo reaches over and pats your head. “It’s going to be a lot of adjusting. Ace and Luffy are doing a good job of holding back.” He admits. “Luffy usually hugs everyone he likes, and Ace is pretty handsy too.”

“Han- HANDSY?! Don’t say it like that, it makes me sound like a pervert!” Ace growls, hand on the headrest of your seat as he leans forward. “I give better hugs than Luffy, and I’m not asking to see people’s panties like Brook.”

“Will Brook be at the station?” You question, trying not to sound too concerned.

“Huh, no – er – he works at the Library downtown with Robin and Nami.” Ace answers you. “The guys at the station are pretty tame, you don’t have to worry about them.”

You can’t help yourself. “Mm, but I do have to worry about you?”

Sabo and Luffy are laughing as Ace’s entire face goes red. “No, I’m-.”

“Y-you can-can not say you’re tame!” Sabo manages between laughs. The infectious laughter hits you too and the car’s filled with it for a couple minutes.

“Ah, haha, haaa,” Sabo wipes a tear from his eye. “Oh, but you can trust Ace and Luffy, (Y/N), as I’ve said before. No matter anything else, they’re my brothers for a reason.”

“Brothers with you cause they’re menaces just like you are.” You tease, causing Luffy and Ace to laugh at Sabo’s expense. Which seemed only fair since you’d been tossing around teasing one another all morning.

The rest of the car ride was a continuation of the same. A little roasting, a lot of chatting, by the time you made it to the station you were pretty tired. Between all the moving you’d done that morning and all the laughing you were starting to run on fumes.

You let out a yawn and Sabo pats your leg. “I’ll go get us something to eat after I drop you off. Will you be okay with Luff, and Ace?”

You nod. “Even if all I had was your trust of them, but it’s been a fun few days moving with their help. I trust them on my own.”

Sabo smiles as he pulls into the fire station’s lot. “I’m just going to grab some grub - given the time should I-.”

“Oi!” A man with brown hair, a wide smile and a scar on the side of his face is waving at the car. “I recognize that beauty anywhere! What timing you lugs have!”

Ace opens the door getting out. “Whaddya mean, Thatch?”

“Izou and Marco just came back with a truck load of subs and sodas. There’s plenty to go around come on— oh, hello Miss.” Thatch offers you a wide smile. “You must be the mysterious sister.”

You open the door with a grin. “The mysterious sister does vaudeville on the Red Line.” You tease, offering your hand for a shake. “I’m just the disappointing sister, (Y/N).”

“Disappointing to our parents maybe.” Sabo says after putting the car in park and shutting it down. “Food’s already here? How fortunate.”

“Yeah, it’s Ducky Bree’s birthday and we’re just having some grub.” He explains. “Nothing too over the top.”

“Birthday?! Thatch did you make a cake!?” Luffy asks, nearly tackling the older man.

“Yes,” Thatch says, hooking Luffy with his arm and holding him back. “For later, you unhinged little black hole!”

“At least make sure the birthday boy gets a slice first, Luffy.” Ace teases. He holds out his elbow toward you with a smile. “Would you like an escort, oh mysterious sister?”

You laugh, putting your arm through his offered one. “I see you offered your elbow so as not to be too handsy, hm, Mr. Portgas?”

Sabo laughs as Ace’s cheeks flush a little. “Not living that down huh?”

“We’ll see.” You say with a smile as the two of you walk toward the station. “Sabo said you’re a firefighter. Luffy as well, yes?”

“Yeah, he’s a part-timer, he does volunteer EMT work for the main hospital. He’s good friends with a couple of the doctors there. I mean, it’s Luffy, he’s never met a stranger.” Ace explains.

“I don’t feel like you have either.” You say with a smile.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” He says, unthreading his arm from yours and opening the door. “After you, Miss.”

The man-door opens into a huge, cooled room with several large fire trucks in it. There’s lines painted on the floor to direct traffic, and where to park the trucks. There’s poles, stairs, and gear everywhere, and there’s a few fold out tables set up with food and drink on them. There was a small mess of people inside, all well-built guys walking around in little more than pants and boots with the tops of their fire gear hanging around their waists. Some wore t-shirts. Some did not.

Everyone looked warm and kind, and several people greeted Luffy, Ace, and Sabo. Most of them gave you a wave from a comfortable distance – they probably knew they could be an over-bearing and rowdy bunch and were doing their best to hold back a little.

Ace brought you a seat, and Sabo brought you something to eat, the two sitting with you for a while.

“You doin’ alright?” Ace questioned.

You nod, swallowing your bite of sandwich. “Yeah, my uh, constitution’s a little weak, but I do well enough.”

“The move’s worn her out a bit.” Sabo offers. “If it had only been a day or two it probably wouldn’t have caught up like this.”

“Oh. Oh, hey, if you need to stay in we can go back, I didn’t mean to drag you out when-.”

You put your hand up. “It’s okay. I promise.” You say reassuringly. “I don’t like to let it hold me back if I can help it. If I was really worried, I would’ve spoke up though, I promise.”

“Alright.” Ace accepts it, looking at you for a moment before going to get himself something to eat.

“He and Luffy will likely worry about you,” Sabo says. “I hope it’ll be okay.”

“Mm.” You nod. “It’s genuine concern, I can’t fault that. It’s not like what mom and dad did my whole life.”

“Once he comes back I’ll go get some-.”

“Sa-boo.” You tease, sticking out your tongue a little. “I’m good, go get something to eat. These guys aren’t going to eat me if you leave me alone for a minute.”

Sabo grunts a half-hearted laugh before getting up and going to get his own food. You look around a little while you eat, noticing some pictures taped onto the wall. There’s a bunch of guys in various states of uniform dress in the pictures. You recognize quite a few of the guys who are here right now. You find a couple pictures with Ace and Luffy in them, and even a few pictures with Sabo reluctantly hauled into the middle.

It warms your heart. Growing up with your parents wasn’t easy for either of you. Sabo came away from it with physical scars, and you came away from it with emotional ones. Both of you were considered disappointments to the rest of the family, but once they shifted all their hopes and dreams onto Stebby’s shoulders things almost got worse.

At least for a little bit. Once you were both able to leave for more than just a few hours a day, things began to improve. You’d both specifically chosen Universities and jobs in the New World, instead of the East Blue. It kept you further from home, which suited you both. Ever since the One Piece had been found, the New World had been the center of growth and opportunity. Maybe a little rough for you, but Sabo had a solid foundation here and that gave you a better chance of getting your own feet under you.

The better you could do for yourself, the less likely you were to get dragged back home.

“Ah, you found the pictures, huh?” Ace asks, sitting back down and breaking your train of thought.

You smile. “I did. Quite the lively bunch. I can see how you and Luffy fit in.”

Ace beams. “They’re good guys. The Family I didn’t know I needed sometimes.”

“Nakama.” You offer, and Ace smiles wider. You feel your heart skip a beat at that smile.

“Exactly! Catching on fast.” He says taking a few big bites of food. You’d spent a couple days with him and Luffy now, though most of it was packing, moving, unpacking, organizing and then sleeping like the dead, so you hadn’t really had time to just chat. But you’d seen the two of them eat, and your only thought was how your parents would be appalled.

Somehow, it made it endearing.

You’d matched up most of the people in the photos to the people in the station, but there were a couple you didn’t see. Either they were off today, which seemed unlikely, there were a lot of people in the station in civilian clothes, and it seemed everyone meant to come by for the celebration. Or they had moved on to something else.

Ace talks you through some of the people in the photos, pointing from them to the hubbub in the room. He gives you names, and little anecdotes about them. Sabo joins in when he comes back, sprinkling in complaints about what some of them had nearly done to his favorite hat. One you realize he isn’t wearing right now.

“Who’s that?” You ask, pointing to a man with shaggy black hair and an impressive beard for a guy running into burning buildings.

Ace’s eyes darken. “Teach.” He says before giving you a sheepish look. “He… was executed.”

Your eyes go wide.

“We kept the one picture up because for a long time he did save people, yoi.” Marco interjects, causing you to look over at him. You recognize the blonde from Ace’s earlier run down of people, and already you know he has a high regard for the older man. “Doesn’t excuse what he did, but -.”

“No, I get it.” You say, looking back at the picture. “The good he did doesn’t excuse the bad, but the bad he did doesn’t invalidate the good. People are complex like that.”

Marco’s eyebrows raise a little before he tips the bottle of soda toward you and the picture. “Well said.”

“… I think I remember the story about that.” You admit quietly.

“It was international news.” Sabo agrees. “I wouldn’t be surprised.”

“He was… cursed, right?” You ask tentatively. Sabo nods, but you can see Ace is getting uncomfortable. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-.”

“Ah, no – no, it’s okay.” Ace interrupts, giving you a sad smile. “It’s just-.”

“It’s an extra sour subject for us.” Marco interjects again, having come a little closer. “Most of the people at this station are cursed.”

You make a dissatisfied face. “There needs to be a better word for that.”

“Eh?” Marco’s head tilts and Ace looks at you questioningly.

“Cursed is such a negative connotated word. But you’re not. You’re not monsters. There’s nothing wrong with you. If anything, … I don’t know. If anything, I think people should at least be kinder about it, I guess.”

There’s a moment of silence and you see a flicker of blue slide over Marco’s shoulders.

“Sabo, your mysterious sister is divine, yoi.” He says before smiling brightly at you. “Pardon me, but I think you need to meet everyone.”

“Wha-uh, sure?” You question as Marco leans down and lifts you up easily onto his shoulder. You yip a bit as Sabo and Ace move to steady you if Marco loses his grip, but the older blonde has a good hold on you.

“Sons of the New World!” Marco says getting everyone’s attention. “Meet the guardian deity of the station!”

“… the what?” You murmur, holding onto Marco’s head as he steadies you easily.

There are hoots and cheers and people are raising their bottles of soda and water. Thatch cheers over the crowd.

“Three cheers for (Y/N)! Hip!”

“Hoo-rah!”

“Hip!”

“Hoo-rah!”

“Hip!

“HOO-RAAAAAAAHHH!!” Even Sabo and Ace were cheering for you by the end of it.

Your face was burning hot as Marco set you down. You were smiling, even if you were confused to no end.

“What just happened?”

“Nakama.” Ace says with a smile, catching your gaze. “Feeling okay?”

“Yeah. I mean, a little confused, but I’m good.”

“The New World is a little more accepting of the cursed,” Marco explains. “But there’s a lot of fear and anger around it still. Most of us end up in jobs that are dangerous, yoi. People expect us to take the risk, but there’s not much acceptance or reward to go with it.

“Hearing you say something like that, it’s kind of its own reward, yeah?”

“Ah, but I’m nobody.” You try to say, but the words die on your lips a little. You might not like your family, and you might not like that they are your family, but you and Sabo are still nobility.

“Even if your family was different,” Marco says, crouching down to catch your gaze. “What you said shows you get it. That’s rare, yoi.”

After that there was a blur of face-to-face introductions with the people at the station. You met enough people you were losing track of names, but the faces were easy to remember. Eventually, Ace remembered why he had dragged everyone to the station in the first place and got a few people to help him bring the books from Sabo’s car.

The books were set near a brick wall out in a small training area.

“We train everything except live fires here.” Ace explains as he, Marco, Luffy, Izou, Jozu and Thatch help him set up a hose. “It’s enough to help keep us all warmed up without any big risks. Stand there.”

Ace points and you do as he instructed. Sabo is nearby, but he’s standing away from the set up. Ace stands behind you, with Marco on the other side of the hose. The other men line up behind the three of you.

“We’re going to brace the hose, so don’t worry about that.” Ace says, continuing his explanation. “Put your hands here, and here. When you’re ready, we’ll turn it on.”

“… You’re letting me use a fire hose to …?” You prompt, tilting your head.

“It’ll tear those books to pieces.” Ace beams. “C’mon, this is why we came here.”

“I’m not strong.” You admit a little reluctantly.

“We are.” Ace says, making sure you realize how many people are keeping the hose steady. “You’re not alone, I got your back. Sabo’s at the emergency shut off, it’ll be okay.”

You grip the hose a little more surely. “O-okay, let’s do this then.”

“Good, you can brace against me, it might buck a bit even with all of us holding it, but don’t worry.” Ace assures you.

“S-Sure.” You nod, setting your feet in a way that you hope is a little more steady than how they were.

“Relax, (Y/N).” Marco says.

Easy for you to say, you think. You don’t have your brother’s unexpectedly hot roommate ‘braced’ against you.

Ace has you put your hand over his as he engages the hose. There’s a small jolt as the pressure’s released and a jet of water shoots out of it. Ace lets you guide his hands as you take out one book after the other. There’s a thrill in the rush of water, and the catharsis of destroying the damnable books – especially in the company of the kind of people the books lambast.

You’re giggling and the guys holding the hose are laughing and cheering. You don’t even know if they know what’s written in the old books, but the whole thing gets your heart pumping.

After a few minutes, Ace turns the hose off and the blast of water turns into a slow trickle. A few shifts in the wind had misted you a little, but the cool water was refreshing and it was still plenty warm out.

“Oh – whew – that was more fun than I expected!” You say, bouncing a little as you head over to the ruined books. Sabo and Ace follow you as the others get the hose put away properly.

“Father would be furious to see these in this state.” Sabo says with utter delight in his voice.

You laugh. “Yeah. I almost want to take a picture.”

“What’s stopping you?” Ace asks.

“I wouldn’t get to see the looks on their faces when they opened the email.” You say with a devilish grin. “I’d much rather tell him in person.”

“Going back home anytime soon?” Sabo questions.

“Nah, but I’m not going to forget this day for a long time.” You admit with a smile.

[tyforthevnm]

My Chemical Romance | punknews.org

Contributed by katie4213  Posted by Scott Heisel April 13, 2003

"My Chemical Romance has hopped on the Taking Back Sunday tour, and when they stopped in Seattle, I had a chance to speak to these guys. Let me say, I don't think I have met a group of more funny guys in a long time. They were all hilarious, extremely kind, and open to all the questions I asked, often elaborating into some pretty funny and outrageous stories." Click READ MORE for the full interview, in all it's crashing-into-parked-cars glory. 

 How would you describe your music to someone who has never heard MCR before?

Gerard: I would describe it as rock n roll played by a bunch of guys that listen to Iron Maiden, Black Flag, The Misfits, Classical music, Fantasy Metal, and Brit-pop. Mikey: It’s rock n roll played by a munch of man boys. We’re hard core R&B.

Who are your influences?

Gerard: Iron Maiden, Misfits, Black Flag, Classical music, Brit-pop, At The Gates, The Descendants, umm, fuck who else, Pantera, …

Do you have a favorite city or venue to play at? Why?

All : Chicago, the Metro in Chicago. It’s the shit. Boston and Jersey too. Gerard: We’ve played at the fireside two times, and I think if we had played there more that would be out favorite venue, but we have only had like two really brief experiences there.

How do you set your music apart from all the other emo/hardcore bands out in the industry today?

Gerard: Well what’s different about us is that we are not really an emo band, we get booked on a lot of the same tours and shows with what people are calling emo bands. Everyone will obviously say that emo is a really loaded term, it is pretty much just what people are calling music that kids are playing now a days. Um it’s punk, it’s rock, it’s hardcore, and we are not really part of that whole emo thing, but we are booked with a lot of bands that are emo, so it’s really interesting for us. What makes us different is that we kinda have an attitude about it, like a rock band, like a rock and roll band and uh, we kinda bring something like that to the table.

Do you see MCR ever moving to a major label in the future, or sticking to the smaller Indy labels?

Gerard: Major Labels are something that . . . well it depends. When you start a band you want to get you message out to as many people as possible. And major labels are a way to do that, and um, we see a lot of bands using that method like Thursday and stuff like that and it never, well shouldn’t change the band. I know it hasn’t changed Thursday, I can speak for them for sure. But sometimes it does change people, but, it doesn’t really change the band. A major label is just a way for them to get better distribution, you know, they get to make records they really want to make. Even a band like Radiohead can spend millions of dollars on a record, now you know? But we defiantly see ourselves always, well we will always consider ourselves and Eyeball band no matter what. We will always consider ourselves Indy, we come from that, no matter what happens in the future we are always going to be involved with the Indy labels, doing splits, doing seven inches, whatever.

What would be the lineup for your ideal tour?

Ray: Wait! We decided this a couple of days ago. It would be us, Recover and The Iron Maidens- an all female Iron Maiden cover band. And they are ugly. In the background – “No they’re not dude! Not all of them” Ray: Yea, well one of them is. And it will be incredible.

When you are on the road what do you listen to/what do you do to pass time?

Matt: We got Nintendo to pass time. Ray: We got the Zelda game that this kid’s been playing all the time. We have an X-Box buried somewhere in here too. Gerard: We’re like game Nerds. I got the new Cradle of Filth too, so that is what I have been listening to now. Everybody always picks up cd’s. All: The Exit. We have been listening to them a lot. And The Ghost.

Have you had any really horrible experiences or really great experiences on the road so far that have impacted the band?

Matt: Mikey got into a fight and broke his foot. Ray: Ha-ha, he got into a fight with a wall. The wall was mouthing off to him. Mikey: I got to hobble around with a cane for a while. Matt: Ray ripped the fender off the van. Ray: That was pretty funny though, it gives it attitude, don’t you think? Gerard: My dad keeps asking about the fender too. He goes, “Did you guys put the fender on yet.” And I was like, well we have it. Ray: It was also a crazy time when I ripped my head apart. Gerard: Yeah he got a really bad gash in his head in Columbus. And his face was like a mask of blood. We were terrified. Ray: And then this girl sent a picture to me. She sent this email because we put on our website that we wanted a picture of us playing live. And she sent this email saying “oh, we say you guys in Columbus, um, Gerard is so cute. I wonder if you guys remember me, I hugged Gerard after the show.” And the picture that she attached was called Gerard, and it was me and Gerard standing nest to each other, You can hardly see his face, but my face was completely covered in blood.

After you finish a set, and you leave the stage, what message or impact do you want to leave on your audience?

Ray: “I just got fucked” Gerard: Well the main theme is the whole anti-suicide thing. You know we really want to get that across to people that there is always someone to talk to even us, especially us if you are at a show and you are feeling upset. I mean I have had tons of people come up and talk to me about it and that’s the best. When we can talk about that, rather than my hair or some shit like that. Well, that is one main message, and the other message is like just fuckin’ be who you want to be, be yourself, and live out everything you absolutely want to live, cause were up there, and we are like five, probably most self conscious dudes in the world, and we get up there and we try to act like in Queen, you know what I mean. It’s not very characteristic for people who have self esteem issues, you know. And we have gotten over that and so many other problems involving our mental health with this band. This band is our therapy, and we try to get that across to people.

What were your inspirations during the beginning guitar in “Headfirst for Halos?”

ALL: Van Halen, Queen. Ray: Queen was a big one. Background: (there were certain other influences too. . . ha-ha) Ray: Ohhh well that influence was for the rest of the music in this song. We were fuckin’ zoinked out of our heads when we wrote that song. It seems like it is really against what everything sounds like on the record. It’s really major. Gerard: We wrote it literally on the spot. I mean that song wrote itself. In like 10 minutes, lyrics, everything. We were just joking’ around and I was like this is the catchiest, popiest, stupidest shit I have ever heard, and I was like how can I make lyrics make it not. And then I figured a way to do that. At first we were like no, this in not a My Chemical Romance song, but we just kept fighting it until it was.

What is with all the vampire/hospital allusions?

Gerard: Um, the vampire stuff is actually only in one song. The hospital stuff is in a lot of them. The hospital theme is like; I mean with me personally I am in and out of freakin’ hospitals, constantly and emergency rooms epically, for God knows what. So many different things, and all of us are in the hospital or sick, or so many things, and the hospital is just a good metaphor for a lot of stuff. It’s kinda a safe place but yet scare place so I kinda put it in the songs as a metaphor so people always have something to go to. Like in Vampires I say “take me to the doctor” obviously another hospital type reference. But I don’t know, it is just like the last safe place. And the vampire this was only once, but, we get a bad rep for it. Mikey: And we’re not even talking about vampires. Gerard: I think a lot of that came from how we were in the beginning. A little gothic, ya know. Now I got that leather jacket and it is all cool.

What Jersey bands are you into right now? Any we should look out for?

Matt: Up and coming you should look out for Senses Fail. We’re going out with them soon. Gerard: The only problem with us answering this question is that we haven’t been in Jersey since October so. . . Matt: Well every band that we like from Jersey is already huge. Mikey: Yeah ha-ha, check out this band called Thursday, they are pretty good. Matt: Yeah check out Midtown and Saves the Day. Ray: I miss “Little Buddy” dude . . . (someone in back) Little buddy?? Ray: “Little Buddy” you know, from Senses Fail, the singer. He’s a good kid.

Do you feel you have ever done your fans a disservice by not performing to you full potential because you were intoxicated? (I told the band that this was a question submitted on line before I read it to them)

Ray: Hahahaha. Wait did someone actually ask that?? All: Wow . . . . I wonder what show was at. Gerard: I think maybe he’s asking because he fuckin’ plays live and gets wasted. Ray: Wait can I read the question? Gerard: You what the weird thing is. I think people think we are intoxicated, I think that the thing. A lot of people think we are wasted up there and we are not at all. An I think that people have this impression that I am loaded off my ass on booze, and most of the time I am completely sober. (Background: ha-ha completely sober?) No, seriously most of the time I have had at most one or two beers. Matt: I think the biggest drinker would be Mikey. You know you can never tell if he is drunk or not. Ha-ha. Ray: Wait, real quick though, I will say that I have felt that I haven’t played as good because I have had like one or two beers and it slows me down. Gerard: Yea, in the beginning we defiantly had a couple of shows, I mean in the very beginning, because we played a lot bar shows. Matt: That was also because some people were really scared to get in front of a crowd. So they may have needed to get fuckin’ loaded to do it.

At this moment the door van opened and Ross and Dan from Recover stopped by to say hi. They also asked My Chemical Romance to back their van up a little. So Ray jumped into the front seat to move the van, and as he backed up, Ross didn’t do too good of a job directing him, and we backed the trailer into a car parked behind us. The laughing took a while to calm down. And the band decided that this incident belonged under my question of memorable experiences on the road. Ray: Well we just backed into a random car with our trailer. Ha-ha.

How much technical guitar lesions have you had, you music seems very sophisticated and impressive?

Gerard: Well, it’s just that we are very sophisticated gentlemen, and out music is very sophisticated. No no, we just listen to a lot of metal, and Ray is a fucking genius on guitar. That’s it. That is what you are hearing. Ray: Ha ha genius? Do you want to hear about my years of technical guitar lessons? I had no life in high school. No fucking friends, nothing. After I got out of class I would just sit at home and play guitar all fucking day. And play street fighter too. Oh, and I also took typing lessons. Typing lessons help with your fingers. Gerard: Well we basically have four punk rock dudes, backed up by a really great guitarist, and it sounds really technical.

Can you give your feelings on your album “I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love”

Gerard: We love it, um, I think the experience itself in making the recorded and getting to hang out with Jeff and Alex and John and Tucker, it was just a great experience for us all and we’re always going to look at that record as being special. We only did it in like nine days ten days something like that. But it was such a great experience and we love everything about the record, we love every song and we love the way the cover looks. Ray: it was defiantly an incredible experience. It was the first time I think any of us had gone in to record fucking for real, and it sounded so fucking good. We were blown away. We were like whoa, that’s us. It was awesome.

What expectations do you have for MCR in the future?

Ray: To be the biggest fuckin’ rock n roll band in the world. Gerard: To open up for iron maiden- direct support. We actually almost did in Germany, but we can’t go over there now, so it stinks. But to directly support Iron Maiden that is my personal goal. And to just be a rock band. And to reach as many people as possible. And not so much to leave a legacy, because that kinda stuff is bullshit, but to make a difference, you know what I mean, and then people will remember that as opposed to like “ah they were the biggest rock band ever” which is cool too.

As far as new records or videos go is there anything coming up?

Ray: Well we hired a group of writers to write the second album, because we didn’t feel like doing it, ha-ha, so they are the guys who worked on the last “NSYC record. Gerard: The same guys that worked on the Good Charlotte record. Ha-ha that was for you Frank because I know you want to talk shit. Ray: Yeah the new shit is going to be a lot more commercial and radio friendly, all over TRL. We are trying to keep all the songs under two minutes and twelve seconds, song titles really short. It is going to be amazing. I can’t wait to hear what it sounds like. Matt: I can’t wait to learn it. We have to learn to play that stuff live you know. Ray: Honestly, we’re writing all the time. Well actually that’s a lie, we haven’t written in a couple days. But we are always experimenting with shit. We just need some time off, but at the same time we don’t want time off because we just want to fucking tour forever. Gerard: It’s really hard to find the medium in that you know. Ray: I am fucking psyched about recording the new shit because it is going to be sick. All: It will be out when it’s ready.

At this time, we had finished with the interview, but the guys wanted to show me what some of their fans in Chicago had made for them. Gerard pulled out this huge scrap book that covered every show they had played in Chicago with full picture detail. It was extremely impressive, and the guys were so honored, proud, and appreciative to have fans make it for them. I was extremely impressed as well. There was a lot of work put into this scrapbook, and I could tell that My Chemical Romance loved it and is going to treasure it forever.

All: It’s the best thing we have ever gotten. It is amazing. It’s incredible. This is every show we have ever played in Chicago. Pictures of us playing at all the shows. This is taken by Teresa, Amanda, Lil Motherfucker, Sarah, Ashley. It took them two months to make. It goes from playing the Fireside to Metro. And in the back it gets even better because they all wrote us notes each. It’s amazing. The best thing we will probably ever get and we love it. It’s saying what the bands means to them, and how they found out about us and all their experiences at our shows in Chicago. We love it. When you see something like this, it’s just . . . . I don’t know. That’s Chicago for you. We are very lucky. We have the best fans.

Although these guys are lucky to have fans like that, the totally deserve it. They are all extremely friendly, funny, and humble, and deserve all the success in the world. They are a great group of guys, and if you get the chance you should support them when they come to your town.

[poupeesdecirque]

Travel Blog: Leipzig Bookfair Sunday

or: Merch, improvising and Good Byes

4th and last day of the fair. I have to say the last two days went by so fast it's kind of sad how fast. The 4th day was premiering the Ch 249 outfit but as i forgot half of it at home I had to improvise... like doll bag, breakfast jar for Tim, different pants. At least my Road Plushy was with me.

The day started with sadly one of my friends still being sick, we had to left her behind for the day :C I'm still sad about this.

Other than that... if you saw an Allen Walker loading their car that was me lol.

At least it was not raining that day and we were able to get inside pretty quick.

Schu told me he had seen a booth with a box of D.Ggray-man Merch and I checked it out as soon as the vendor hall opened and ...

Con prices are horrible but I needed them. I later swapped the Lavi though as I looked up photos and noticed I already had this variant, I now have a different one (con haul pic at the end of the entry).

The whole day was running around trying to find my DGM Mutuals as they wanted to see the blue coat, it took us a while but we found them. I managed to ... not take any photos with them. :') just one super quick one with Alice but they were very busy with filming stuff, that's alright, it's so nice to see people loving cosplay and having fun.

We took a ton of photos that day, the light was awful on some locations, but there are some very pretty shots! Also featuring the shirt I made as I love the poofy sleeves.

The day ended around 4 this time as my friends went back to their place to pick up the sick friend and leave on time and I had to travel back home as well.

No DGM Cosplayers I found that day but I was told several times that it's great to see DGM Cosplayer around and I was complimented for the amount of details I put into my costumes and props ;w;

But I have to say I somehow did not manage to see the whole fair this time?! Like I didn't get to visit the children's book department, I didn't check for new books there, the fantasy one was a very brief visit, we didn't came to the vintage book museum, the cook book isle was just mere 20 minutes and wow q_q how can 4 days pass so darn fast?! I already miss it.

Here is my Convention haul, mostly DGM, I am surprised! Also the sadness my new bowls are... I am aiming to fix the bigger one later on with a gold repair kit.

The new figurines moved into the cabinet the day after.

AND I HANGED THE PANTS TO THE COAT. Same for the bag. And put the jar of Tim into my make up bag as I don't want to forget the half of a costume again OTL

I really enjoyed the convention, I missed attending them. I'm glad the break is over now and I will hopefully see my friends more often again.

The next event I will attend will be a concert though. Then the Burgfest will follow, another concert and mid May a new Convention is on the list. A smaller one.

There is overall 1500 photos (incl photo snaps) I have to get through, i sorted out a bunch while I looked up photos to feature in the blog entries as this was my priority. I hope to narrow them down, edit and put them into the queue later this week. And then to put them into a photobook before I jump at working on the next project.

[tea-and-fanfictions]

Treasure Hunt - Chapter 1

Summary: What if there would be someone in Jess's friend group who is always the last choice? And what happens when she crosses paths with an attractive villainess? Will she betray her friends or the villainess who wants her on her side?

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“Tea please come with me.” Oren whined as he grabbed on my hand. “No, it seems…catchy.” I say as I wiggled my hand from his grasp. “How the heck did she even find you? And also you don’t know that woman. At. All. May I remind you.” I roll my eyes. “Others would be angry if I would ask them, come on we don’t even have to wait in line for them. At all.” I sighed, he was right I’m the one who is the ‘not so angry’ friend. “Fine but I will kill you if anything happens.” I said as he happily walks out of the house and I follow him.

We got into a car that was parked in front of our house. A woman sat in a back already. She introduced her self as Billie and let me tell you, she was this gorgeous blonde haired woman dressed in black T-shirt and white pants with white coat over it. In front in the drives seat sat a red haired woman and a man beside her. We got to a loading dock with bunch of bins. They opened one and it was full of boxes with shoes. “You can pick what ever you want, all of it even.” Billie says with a smile. Oren’s eyes lit up I smiled. “I’ll stay outside, I’m not that much of shoes maniac, thanks tho.”

The whole time I was standing outside of the bin with a redhead that was Billies bodyguard I guess. We had a small talk where I found out her name was Kacey then we asked each other random questions. Turns out we have a lot in common. I wanted to point it out but than I hear “Your friends lives … for the relic.” I turn around looking at the blonde woman who was on the phone probably with Jess. I looked at Oren frightened. I’ll happily kill him now. “Oren!” I say with wide eyes. “I’m sorry okay? I didn’t know.”

When Jess a agreed to give her the relic I was relieved. We got into the car again as we drove to the meeting spot. I was looking outside through the window but I could feel someone’s eyes at me. I turn my head and notice Billie looking at me. I looked at her for a few seconds before going back to watching the outside. I couldn’t stand having eye contact with her. She was intimidating, but probably the other or the actual reason would be that she’s really and I mean really good looking.

We arrived to some museum gift shop. “You stay here. They’ll bring you in when it’s time.” Billie said as she went inside. We didn’t wait long before Kacey and that guy brought us inside too. “Oren thank god.” I heard Jess said. I could see Billie turning to us to look at me but before she managed to look me in the eyes I turned my head away. After a while I turned back watching Jess giving Billie the relic. Then she motion us to go to our friends. When I was passing her she grabbed me by my wrist. “They’re not really good friends now are they?” She whispered to me. I looked up at her. I tried to look like I don’t know what she’s talking about but I bet that my eyes were telling a whole different story. “I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.” I got out of Billie’s grasp and went to them but they were talking to Oren already. I turned around to look at Billie as she was leaving the Antenna starts beeping. It ended up with guard coming to her and wanting to search her purse witch she didn’t have. He apologised and wanted to leave but Jess quickly said: “She kidnapped our friends.”

Billie turned around once again. Jess looked at me hoping I will say something. I looked at Billie. I could see her shaking her head, showing I should say no. I looked at Jess and than I looked at the guard. “Eh n-no, that hat to be misunderstanding nothing like that happen.” I said looking over his shoulder at Billie. She was smiling as she went away. We than all went to Jess apartment.

“Why didn’t you say anything!” Jess yelled at me. “I don’t know, I wasn’t even the reason for this to happen! You should ask Oren he’s the one that brought me with him!” I explained angrily. “Don’t bring Oren into this.” I looked at her with wide eyes. “Don’t bring O- are listening to yourself Jess?! I wouldn’t be there if it weren’t for him!” Everyone else was just watching the scene play out. Nobody stopped us, until I’ve decided I’m done. “You know what Jess? I’m done, with all of you. Just done. Oren? I’ll move out as soon as possible. I can’t do this anymore, be the last choice even in friend group.” I said as I quickly got out of the apartment and walk down the street. I didn’t wanted to cry I really didn’t, but as soon as I stepped into the streets I couldn’t stop it anymore. Tears silently rolled down as I walked around. I had to go to Orens eventually and get the stuff but I couldn’t, not now. It was getting quite late and so I decided to go to a bar I knew was close.

I ordered a drink and sat in one of the booths. As I sat there starring at the drink I wanted to cry again. I could feel a tear rolling down but I won’t cry again, not here at least. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing here alone with her emotions.” I know I shouldn’t know that voice, but really I couldn’t get it of my mind. I looked up to meet the coffee eyes of the woman who kidnapped me. “Do you want to kidnap me again or what?” I said quite harshly. “No not at all, I’m sorry you weren’t really part of the plan actually.” She said as she said on the other side of the booth. It shouldn’t have hurt. But it did. ,You weren’t really part of the plan, of course I wasn’t. I never am. “So what’s your point? To laugh at me? That my friends are fake or they don’t care about me?” I said as I looked at her. She had smirk playing on her face. “I came to give you a deal perhaps.” She shrugged. “Join me, I know you talked with Kacey and she likes you, or she doesn’t mind you at least and that’s something. I know you’re part of the brains in your friend group, you could get revenge on them by joining and helping me.” I sat there quietly. Should I do it? What I’ll have to lose anyways. “Fine, I’ll do it, I’ll show them they should have care about me.” I said and she smiled. “Great to hear that darling.” She brought her glass to mine and clinked them. “To new friendships.” I raised my brow. “Friendships? Well I guess we see where it ends.” I said as I drink a little of it.

[valdestrate]

I've started working at a certain thrift store known for its values. I was texting my mother about how I might not be cut off out for people pleasing retail and people yes people, not just therapists, have been telling me to write/ keep my writing more. So I decided to save this text and I'm not sure what to do with it so I'm saving it here. If by some reason another person ever reads this I would appreciate any character building you can give me!

The main example of why I'm not cut out for this. The Tardilious! This lady that came to donate today who passed right by the line up, stopped in the middle of the enter/exit lane and got out of her car. I told her she couldn't stop in the road but I'd pause traffic in our unloading lane and she could cut in quick. She gave me this smarmy "the guy ahead of me did '' and I said I told him it wasn't allowed either. He had one item in his hands already so he threw it to me over his truck and immediately left. So she gets back in her car And pulls into the area that I asked her to. Well then she just stays there in her vehicle and I kinda like walk over to the window to look at her. She's on her phone tap tap tapping life away and I'm busy. If she's not ready, I keep moving, to the vehicle behind her, see if any of them need a hand with anything. I recognize they are more easy going people as soon as they comment how busy I look and they're fine unloading into the bin themselves. 90% of the time most people do. Either it's a two person job, they're in a hurry/trying to hurry for my sake, or it's an old person dealing with a awkward, heavy, or a large load, but people like showing they're doing something. Maybe they feel their good dead or "charity" doesn't mean as much if they pull up with a bunch of garbage AND sit on their assess while a minimum wage employee frantically unloads their vehicle. I dunno but long story longer while they unloaded into the bin I turn my attention to the lady ahead of them that was on her phone but now was out of her car walking towards her trunk. I have a bullshit meter that's fairly low. My fuse has always been short but I make Buddha lament in sackcloth and ashes his inadequacy of patience compared to mine so it usually stays pretty balanced between the two and she had not blown my bullshit fuse. Yet. So I start with my apolowing (apologize explaining, not to be confused with Apolloing, which is blowing up. Usually in space on live TV) and she cuts me off "do you guys not go in order?".

Bullshit meter climbing.

"Pardon me" I am genuinely confused at what she possibly could mean

"The sign in front of me says to wait on your vehicle and an attendant will come do it"

Right! I forgot about that sign. But it doesn't say anywhere that we will just start unloading your vehicle, just that we will come AND ask if you we can help

"Yes of course Miss! I tried but your window was up and you were busy on your phone" I happily and confidently respond

"Whatever"

She throws back like verbal pancake covered in syrup

"Well is there anything I can do for you now? Can I help you unload?"

Pancake --dodged

"No, I can do it myself"

She throws out to the crowd of Facebook followers in her mind like Rocky might throw out to the crowd in response to his challenger telling him he can't. That is if Rocky was about a beauty pagant instead of boxing and played by Honey booboos mom instead Sylvester Stallone.

She immediately whispers useless under her breath. I cheerily say

"Well in that case how about a coupon?"

Pancake? Eaten

Coals of fire? Smells like burning hair

She snaps around with her hands outstretched, sees my big grin hiding my sweaty flushed face and the line of traffic, half a dozen people unloading their own stuff looking at this failed suburban mom in the very unflatteringly horizontal bright striped shirt berating a thrift store grunt working for a charity after she just cut in front of everyone. She pauses, stammers a "no thank you" and takes off.

I'm immediately back to work. Tell the whole thing to my supervisor later and he doesn't seem bothered. I feel like I need write a book about the different types of people I meet dropping off stuff. Need to create classes to assign them to, highlight the general different types and differences/nuances, and combine that with individual stories and "highlights"

[solemnlydairy]

one particularly normal morning, I open the sliding door to my small backyard. I’m in a ripped white take and dirty underwear. I’m drinking a cup of coffee. In the sky, I see a plane, dangerously close to me. A thick black cord hangs from the plane and at the bottom a man dangling, tied to the plane by his left ankle. The plane and man start to come closer. This would be such a funny Snapchat I think. With a caption like “that’s so me”. I run inside to grab my phone, I come out and think he’s disappeared but no the man is now caught in some telephone wires trying to free himself. The airplane hovers higher slowly trying to pull him up. The man frees himself, and grabs on the cord in an up right position, he then pulls out a cigarette and starts smoking. I finally press record. I didn’t like it. I delete the snap and record again, the man yells something in my direction, it sounds like he’s concerned and angry.

I think nothing of it. I forget to send the snap.

The next day, an old white man - clean shaven - appears at my door in a beige trench coat and holding a Manila folder. I live with my ex boyfriend.

“Greetings ma’am” the pudgy old man stutters out. He said a bunch of gibberish and said he had to fill out some forms with me regarding the incident. He said there are parts that I will need a representative for… I didn’t know what that meant, I assumed it’s similar to a guardian where someone needs to be there with you. I guess I could ask my ex. I tried to tell him now’s not a good time, I was about to move back to my parents place today.

“It’s imperative we get this done as soon as possible, albeit it is a lengthy process… and if you don’t have a representative with you….”

He forces himself in and has a look of shock on his face when he sees how awful the place looks. Broken dishes from last nights argument, a stack of messily duck taped boxes, clothes strewn across the floor. Food splattered on the walls - also from last nights argument.

When Joel and I moved in together, I thought it was true love. I consistently make rash decisions. Three weeks in he’s treating me like a maid, and if I don’t do everything perfectly he gets really upset. He hasn’t ever hurt me physically - thank god. I’m actually the one who broke our dinner plates yesterday, frustrated when he kept critiquing the way I played his Mac n cheese. That’s when I had it and decided to start packing. He left last night, and god knows when he’s coming back. I hoped to be gone by then.

The man cleared himself some space at the table and sat down. He took out his pen and opened the Manila folder.

“A-alright” he stuttered “please have a seat ma’am, let’s start with your name”

“Meena”

“And can you spell that out for me”

“M, E, E-“

The door swings open. Joel walks in, looking agitated and clearly drunk.

“You want to throw away our entire life together all because I didn’t like the food you made!” He exclaimed. “God women are so crazy, I’m sure this guy gets it” he said pointing to the man at the table. “This your dad? Didn’t think you’d have a white dad” He’s met my parents before, I’m glad I’m leaving.

“Oh dear,” the old man said, “I see this is really not a good time. Can I help you load the boxes in your car?”

“Sure.”

We pack up my car to the brim. My boyfriend, my ex boyfriend passed out on the couch.

“Good luck” the old man says, “I must leave, but I will be back to finish these forms”

Exactly three days later. I am having breakfast with my family. I made pancakes for my younger siblings. There was so much love in the house. A knock at the door.

The old man stands in the doorway. Same exact look as last time, this time there were two strands of hair out of place. He gives me to same speil. He sits at our breakfast table clearing some space. My mom is concerned, but I tell her it’s just a formality.

“Do you have representation?”

I nodded, still not understanding what representation meant, I assumed my mom or dad could be mine.

“Ok, it looks like we didn’t get far last time. Name?”

“Meena, spelled M-E…” you get the gist. Then he asked for my last name, birthdate, place of residence. I hestitated, I didn’t want to put my parents place on this document. I didn’t want it to be traced back to them. He looked indrestandly and said we can come back to that question.

Suddenly my youngest sister runs in screaming and crying. My parents try to calm her. Where’s my brother, Arya? He was with her when the went outside. She’s screaming his name. She points outside. My mom carries her and we all go out, to find my brothers lifeless body.

I can’t tell how much time passed, the man gives me his condolences and says that this may not be the best time.

Two years later. I go to the movies with some friends. A kindergarten teacher and an Olympic athlete. We usually spend Sundays like this. We go the movies, have a laugh, share some popcorn, make out in the back and then go back to one of our places and fuck. While heading back to my car from the movies, I thought I saw a beige trench coat across the street. I shook the thought. We went back to Nara’s place. For an Olympic athlete, she lived in a really shitty building.

“My friend Marie’s been staying over, she’ll probably join us today. She’s a lawyer.” We take each others clothes off while discussing the movie, and filling in Marie on the plot. Marie and Nara are making out, while grace trails kisses down Marie’s legs. I tap out for a water break.

A knock at the door. The same man, this time he looks disheveled. He hasn’t shaven or slept a for weeks. He says the same speech.

“I cut him short, yeah sure let’s just finish this. There’s no table here, I’ll meet you in the cafe downstairs. Give me a second to look decent.”

“Ok, do you have representation?”

I was about to say no when my Brian finally put together that representation might be referring to legal. “I might have something” I say “and shit the door.”

The girls are sitting on the bed waiting for me. “Who was that?” Grace, the teacher, asks. I’m in a rush.

“I don’t have time to explain, but I think I might need legal representation. It’s nothing bad I hope, I saw something I wasn’t supposed to see years ago and I don’t really know what’s going on but he says I need representation. I know it’s asking too much of someone I just met but Marie, do you think you could come with me?” I rambled. Marie looked at me with those beautiful kind brown eyes.

“Calm down Meena. I’ll come with you, you can explain everything to me on the way. We don’t talk to him until you tell me everything.”

Marie and I go down to the cafe. He’s sitting there pen in hand ready.

[holdhoiyghost]

finished writing @ 6:33 am 12/22/23

fixed typos @ 6:42 am

dream begins on a sort of tv show, where this guy was helping out a less fortunate family get more civilized and used to 'normal life' since they liked like super separate from the outside world. i remember him trying to keep some gated animals in their gates but they kept getting out. or trying to do everything around the house w no help. and then him trying to leave but the mom comes out n shes like super pregnant. he was strugglin so so hard, and so for some reason mark n i took over.

so there i was with markiplier, for some reason going to help with this thing for views ig since it was broadcasted for tv. we were loading stuff in the house at first and it was sorta weird? like there were boxes i could move (blue cube thingys) and i could sorta platformer on them but there were also just. stairs.

so we meet the family. all are pretty normal. ish. i guess. for a family that doesnt rly no normal things yknow? and so we get to work teaching them for tv.

and shit gets like weird here right? idk how long we were there for or anything but i remember that we got the kids some fancier clothes n they looked so cool. there was a red dress w a bow n that was nice. idk what the son wore but the daughters had the same thing.

then for some reason between me n mark doin stuff to help theres a scene of mf peter griffin chillin out with a separate kid on the couch watchin him play games? and the kid is sad and peter asks whats up and the kid says that he'd rather also talk about it with his mom around so he goes to get her. i remember sort of a voice in peters head talking cause pg was sort of upset by this and it was like "yeah this is a good time to cry" and so the kid n mom got back and ended up comforting pg and they gave each other a Look over his back? i think it was either same family different time or just . there. idk.

nyways back to me n mark. there we were helpin the family when wow! matpat shows up! he drove there to help mark n i and so we show him some cool stuff and he doesnt like any of it. not even the cool water table that you can drink river water from. (table had water runnin down the middle of it from idk where to idk where, and was rly grainy with sand). he didnt like it cuz microbes or smth.

mark left me n him alone togo talk to the family abt somethin so matpat n i were jut Chillin ™ . i remember that . the water on the table turned red n i had said smth about 'that time of the month' to mat, tho idk why the table would have been? connected to bathrooms for that? though i guess with that happening it kinda set off some this is Bad alarms for us since it happened twice. and so we kinda started making our way to the door to gtfo

and when we saw mark sort of across the room? or when we were already out the door? holding his stomach and very much bleeding we kind of . booked it to the van n left him there since freaky family was m behind him and lookin like they absolutely did smth to him (and were gonna to us). i hop in the passenger seat n close the door behind the passenger from the inside since i think i opened it in my rush to get in? mat jumps in the drivers n we were gonna try to get mark in but . the mom was like Right Behind him and the kids were tryin to get in so we like left left him. i feel bad about it after wakin up n i felt bad inside the dream/nightmare too.

nyway mat n i leave. the window acts a little weird n one if the kids ;def more of a monster by this point) almost gets in the car but i stop them n roll up the window again (a little difficult but yeah). i tell mat to ignore the stop sign at the turn (no need for a stopsign there anyway...it was 1 road no intersection). he does n we go down the mountain n end up platformin the van across a pond o water??? somehow??

we get to the other side and there is. a whole bunch of platforming to be done. and its in like sort of a semicircle but not Realy a semicircle ykwim? like it kinda curved but not . n there's a body sitting up in the middle of it in a weird suit of armor? (thats what it looked like but. i dont think it was?? unsure)

(btw when we were leaving the family they said it didnt matter if we got away cause they understood human customs now? so theyd see us again soon)

on the news which we were listening to for some reason they were talking about how mat n i ditched the project and that mark finished it out on his own, but also how mark's style was like... weird now. he wasn't himself anymore. abt him wearing a weird outfit or a new vid showing multiple people all in the same outfit.

the weird outfit described was somehow the one in the semicircleish platformin space and mat n i knew we were fucked fucked tbh. so we managed to platform the van to the top somehow to try and leave, but of the 2 exits we tried there were shadowy shapes with glowin white eyes on the other side, so we just. went to the middle platform by activating jets? or flying? on the van and just. sitting there.

i didnt wake up @ this point (something something ian hecox revisiting old videos? fnaf gameplay i think? but like knockoff fnaf. starting screen had bright blue? or yellow? unsure). when i did wake up i was kinda. urgh. didnt rly know what ti do other than write it all down. definitely one of my clearer dreams ive had recently (tho the scary ones usually are tbh). i cant rly express just how fucked up the whole situation was, n i wonder how long that family had just been. there. waiting for someone to stay long enough to teach them. so that they could go out to hunt while blending in.

sorry markiplier for leaving you for dead. it wasnt on purpose. i was scared af in the dream n matpat wasnt slowing down for you either. also tbh you were basically already dead anyway, like thee was No way we were gettin u to a hospital on time. still sorry tho.

[the-firebird69]

People trying to kidnap the head of social security even the vice president but Dan is a horror show and got a bunch of people killed by doing it and we don't want him next to our son or Trump and Dan's a****** the red truck who almost got them hurt and his father was one fooling around with it you think their heroes for the sitting there threatening him we have to go after them and stop them it's dangerous they're sending president they're very evil idiots. I want them down so we're going to send out dirt we know it's going on and what they're doing and where they are. It's British Columbia and they're in Vancouver what they're doing is trying to intercept shipments of the cars and they're also trying to steal them and load them up and bring them down and do dirty deeds with them to get blood supply. That's right evil and we're going to wipe them out. Later on they want to try and attack it directly. Now Dave stranger is really Dave Odette and this idiot assumed his identity once and went paddling in the middle of the stupid nowhere supposed to be brilliant you get us out of here they started fighting and it's like you sound like an idiot and you couldn't stand it and her son said get us out of here no he was defending himself and the idiot is just an animal and he fell for Dave's trick and something Dave or their computer is going to put a note in the box and I'll tell how he did it and he'll look at it and figure it out but our son had to go along with it because you're a huge a****** and you deserve it and your friends her assholes they deserve it and at some point I told you that it's probably fake and you didn't believe me and your assholes for not believing me in the box is gone it's going to show up as soon and Dave is not stupid he's getting the new man out and fighting is supposed to keep us out her mom is actually proof that doesn't work what's the other one was surrendered our control she's a free demon that was her son that last paragraph it's absolutely true

So he's going to try and figure it out. So there's going to be an interesting game he's asking her son when and her son says I don't know the box needs blood it's a message to you so it's your blood but where and when this blood going into a box I don't know. So he says this it's the type of paper it's written on but the letters from Dave

Thor Freya

I know about the box and where it's going to be and what it is and how it gets there and it gets inlaid with a special metal on the top and I noticed for and it's for Groot to grow and to come back to life and when the inlay comes out it's actually a bracelet and you can see Trump wearing it no it's his son but Trump went to Tennessee. It's from another movie and he's trying to play but he says the paper is the lead and it may have been a bucket list first you may have put a letter in there and it may have been from Mac but Max is it's not a letter from him it's when he got from Dave he won't give it to him and when I say is I don't think it went there first I went with their second and the idiot is trying to harm him because he doesn't believe that he's Dave and has the program. You're just going to die Trump that's all it's going to happen I don't care you're stupid you're out the GOP wants you out your own family fights you all time you don't have any support from the people at all you're going to put election fraud charges shortly and you're going to be on trial for January 6th action and branches that you own it's in California and branch is your own some of the Midwest and braces you all it's not your money in all the max is going to go after it and use others to get it out and slaughter you as they have been that's heating up I also jumping into the hole he's going to be out.

And our son says that it's true the guy's going to be dead soon I know how to do is bother people and when the sun doesn't isis people who do that and some people counted on it and were wrong since I asked them but I have a motive other than the guys are stupid dick threatening my life effectively and he says he uses it effectively we are going to start announcing what's happening here. It's a few things in town that people need to know about

Going to post this first a lot of people want to know about the Trump yeah he's selling companies he has tons of money we're buying the stock so he treats us this way cuz he says we're suckers you can't buy anything he needs for the most part no but that's why

Thor Freya

[jjsmaybank20]

The Other Parker Part 3

Wanda Maximoff x Parker!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Nothing that I can think of. Warnings will come with the chapters.

Word Count: 1.1k

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Y/N's POV "Jesus, Y/N! How do you fall asleep so fast?!" I faintly hear someone exclaim. I slowly sit up and rub my eyes, trying to figure out where we are. I then remember that we are on the way to the Avengers compound, and that I'm in Tony Stark's car. Peter is sitting next to me, laughing with Mr. Stark. "Yeah, haha, so funny, laugh it up. How close are we to the Compound?" I snap at them. "We are pulling up to the gates right now." Mr. Stark tells me. Peter shoots me an excited look and we both start bouncing and looking out the window for a view of the Avengers building within the compound. "Alright, kiddos. Everyone is inside and very excited to meet you. Well, maybe not Bucky, but he hates everyone except for Steve. So you are going to grab your things, and just leave them in the entryway. Someone will take them up to your rooms for you." Peter and I share a nervous glance. "Can we take our own stuff up? There's some very delicate items." Mr. Stark shoots us a confused look, but then just shrugs and says, "Whatever floats your boat." We grin at him just as we feel the car stop. Peter jumps out and opens the trunk. I run around behind him and grab as much stuff as I can. He grabs a whole bunch of our things, before running forward saying, "Ha! I got more stuff than you did, Y/N! In your fa- WOAH!" I laugh uncontrollably as I see my brother trip on the curb and fall flat on his face. "Thank god you didn't grab any of our tech. Loser!" I say as I walk towards the front door, making a point of stepping over the curb. As I approach the door, I realize that it is glass, and that all of the Avengers have just witnessed that chaotic interaction between me and my brother.

Way to make a good first impression, Y/N.

Wanda's POV I meet up with everyone near the front door of the compound building. We see a black car pull up in front. A boy I recognize as Peter jumps out of the car and runs to the trunk. Almost immediately after, a girl hops out and runs around back. I don't get a very good look at her before she loads up on items from the trunk. Peter says something to her, and then tries to run to the door with his arms filled with bags and boxes. He trips on the curb and I see the girl whom I assume is Y/N laughing at him. I hear Bucky and Sam snickering to themselves and I can't help but laugh a little as well. Y/N walks and exaggerates stepping over the curb while Peter glares at her from behind. As she gets to the door, she suddenly freezes. Steve takes initiative and opens the door for her. She slowly takes a step in, and looks for somewhere to put her stuff down. "Over here is fine." Steve says to her. She nods and puts all of her baggage in the spot that he gestured to. When I see her clearly for the first time, my breath is knocked out of me. Her Y/E/C eyes are sparkling, her Y/H/C hair is gorgeous, and her face is just flawless. She looks at all of us and says, "Well, that was not a spectacular first impression of me. I'm not that much of a dick, except to my brother." She has a deeper voice than I expected. It was husky and strong. Basically just a really sexy voice.

A really sexy voice?! What is up with me today?!

I shake my head to clear my thoughts. Just then, Peter makes his way into the building with Tony. "Pete! You made it!" Y/N exclaims at her brother, with a crooked grin on her face that causes butterflies in my stomach. "Yeah, no thanks to you dickhead." He says, but grins back. "Steve doesn't like that kind of language." Tony exclaims. Steve just rolls his eyes at him. He then starts to introduce everyone to the twins. "As Tony just told you, I'm Steve. This is Sam, Bucky, Bruce, Natasha, Clint, Thor, Vision, Rodney, and Wanda." As each person was introduced, they waved, except for Bucky, who just grunted. When Steve got to me, I did a little wave, and looked up at the siblings. Y/N was looking at me intensely, which caused a blush to form on my cheeks. She smirked, and then turned to the rest of the group. "Hi! Y'all all already know who we are. Our powers are we can stick to things, we have heightened senses, increased strength, and we can sense danger. I also can read minds and project my thoughts into other people." Everyone looks around skeptically. "That wasn't in your file." Clint states bluntly. "Alright. If you want me to prove it, I will." She starts to work her way down the line of people. Peter stands back, smirking. "Steve, I'll help you work your phone if you want. Sam, if you want a taco, by all means, I'm not keeping you here. Bucky..." She trails off when she gets to Bucky, but then goes in to hug him. He stiffens at first, but then relaxes into the hug. Everyone looks surprised. She is the first person besides Steve and Sam in this compound who hasn't been thrown across the room after touching him. She smiles at him, and the continues down the line. "Bruce, I would absolutely love to see your lab. That project that your working on looks super cool. Natasha, yes, yes I am single." Natasha shoots me a look after Y/N answers her question. I blush at the ground. "Clint, I do not know how to shoot a bow, but I've always wanted to learn. Thor, no, I probably cannot lift your hammer. Vision, I don't know what the hell is going on in your head, but one thing I did get. If your into her, then make a move. The worst that will happen is you get rejected. Rodney, I have no doubt that your suit is bigger than Mr. Stark's. Mr. Stark, I bet she misses you too. You should probably call her if you miss her that much. And Wanda... well that's interesting." I blush, but then I hear in my head,

So you think I'm hot? Gotta say, your easy on the eyes as well.

(A/N: Wanda's thoughts are going to be bold and italic now.)

Impressive powers. Also, impressive people skills. I have literally never seen someone besides Steve and Sam be able to touch Bucky outside of a sparring match, let alone hug him.

He needed it.

Why?

Not for me to tell.

She turns back to the dumbstruck group. "Now. Who will show me at my brother up to our rooms?"

[bordemm]

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You slipped out of your car, locking it with a final beep as you made your way to the entrance of the home depot. You pulled out your phone, staring intently at the wiki how in front of you, the instruction in big, bold letters.

‘How to build your own vanity

It should be simple enough. Frankly, you weren’t in any position to buy yourself a vanity, so you settled for the next best thing, building it yourself. You gazed up at the aisle names looking for the right one. You knew how out of place you looked here. If your tiny little skirt and even smaller shirt weren’t a sign you had no idea what you were doing, the confused look on your face was more than enough to let the others around you know. You walked down the lumber aisle, dwarfing under the tall shelves as you look for a 4x4 plank of wood. What the fuck was a 4x4? You bit your lip, bending forward to get a closer look at all the names on the items on the self, trying to figure it out yourself, too stubborn and hardheaded to ask for help.

Daichi walked down the aisle, his eyes meeting your hunched-over body as your big innocent eyes scanned the shelves. You looked...confused, and well, Daichi is a nice man, and what kind of man would he be if he let a sweet little thing like you wander around this giant store confused.

“Excuse ma’am, do you need help?” he asked, making you jolt a little, gazing up at the man in front of you. He was big. His muscles were strained under the tight material of his black shirt. The veins in his arms bulging under his skin. His broad shoulders hid you from the view of anyone that would walk down this aisle.

“O-oh, I am, yes, please,” you confessed with a defeated sigh making the older man chuckled as he ran a big hand through his hair, the snow grey hair peeking out at the roots.

“Alright then, what are you trying to do?” he asked, towering behind you, looking at the same shelves with a small smile.

“I’m trying to build my own vanity,” you said, pulling out your phone showing him the website that gave you all the materials and instructions that you would need to make it. He nodded in understanding before pulling his cart towards you two putting wood in there.

As you two gathered all the materials needed to make your own vanity you made idle chit chat, you came to learn a lot about the older man, he was a single divorced father with a 16-year-old son, three years younger than you.

“Not to be rude Mister but how old are you?” you asked as you two walked side by side in the isle

“42” he said and you simply nodded slowly ignoring the way your cunt was drooling at the older man, he was sweet and so polite. He had crows feet and deep smile lines around his lips, he didn’t look 42, but you could tell he is definitely older.

Daichi saw the way you were looking at him. Saw how your mouth practically water every time he would reach up to grab something, your eyes flying down to gawk at his happy trail. He couldn’t deny you were pretty so sweet and shy listening intently to all the tips he was giving you on how you could build this little vanity and even offering to come over and build it for you, it was his ex-wife’s week to watch their daughter so he had nothing better to do than to build a pretty young girls vanity.

As you two made your way to the check out you began to bounce your foot nervously as you watched the numbers climb up, Daichi noticed your demeanor a small smile coming across his face before he turned to you.

“Hey sweetheart, I forgot something you mind running and getting the staples sweet thing?” he asked, flashing you his pearly white smile, your face grew hot at the pet names nodding shyly and running off to go get the staples. Daichi quickly scanned the rest of the items putting the card into the machine and paying for everything.

You scurried back to the older man holding out a box of… nails?

“i -i couldn’t find staples so i thought nails?” you confessed your cheeks burning up only making Daichi let out a loud belly laughing shaking his head. A big hand came down, ruffling your hair before he made his way to the exit pushing the cart in front of him.

“Hey, I have to pay for all that stuff!” you said, trailing behind Daichi looking concerned making him laugh and put you in front of the cart him pushing it behind you, your backflushed against his chest.

“Don’t worry about it sweet girl, I got it covered” he said looking around the parking lot

“Which is your car?” he asked, prompting you to point over to your little car that can barely even fit your groceries in, bold of you to assume that it would fit all these supplies.

“Little one, i hate to break it to you but that is not going to all fit in there” he says pushing the cart further down the parking lot before stopping in front of a large white f-150.

“I throw all this stuff in my truck and then just follow you back to your apartment, how does that sound?” he said, leaning back against the truck, you only nodded and began helping him throw everything in the trunk.

“Here get in the trunk I’ll pass you the stuff,” Daichi says lifting you from under the arms and putting you in the trunk, while doing so he got a peek at your pretty pink panties and the wet spot forming in them making his cock strain in his pants.

Thank you for helping me again, mister,” you said as you began to load everything into the trunk.

“Don’t mention little one,” he said, handing you the last can of paint. He held his arms out to you to help you come down which you happily accepted. He set you down on the ground where you instructed him to just follow you on your way back home.

You pulled into your apartment complex parking in your designated spot, Daichi right next to you. Shutting off your car you got out walking towards Daichi who was already heading your direction.

“Come in, sit for a second. We don’t have to get started, right away,” you said, taking Daichi’s hand and leading him up the stairs to your apartment.

He walked in, smiling a little, it was so yo. The decor, the furniture, the smell, everything screamed you.

“I can show you where I wanted to put the vanity,” you say, guiding him back to your room. Flopping down on your bed, ignoring the way your skirt rode up or the way your nipples pebbled under your shirt once you entered the cold room.

“Right there,” you said, pointing to the far wall in your room, Daichi snapping his head to look in that direction.

“Hmm i don’t know if it will fit love, it’s pretty big and that such a tight spot, it’s gonna be a squeeze” he said, his words sending heat to your cunt you cleared your throat smiling up at him pressing your thighs together.

“I’m pretty good at making things fit, nothing ever too big,” you said your voice becoming smaller and softer making Daichi bite his lip

“Yeah baby? Can you make anything fit?” he asked, taking your hand and putting it over his hard throbbing cock. Your eyes widening at the sheer girth of him before sheepishly nodding your head.

“I can make it fit daddy, promise,” you said, the name rolling off your tongue like sin. Daichi let out a groan pushing you down on the mattress crashing his lips into yours.

“Fuck your gonna make it fit aren’t you pretty girl? Because that’s what good little girls do,” he said as you nodded, bucking your hips in the air desperately.

“Yeah I’m gonna take it all!” you promised with a whine, your manicured hand gripping his shoulders as grounded his cock against your panty-clad cunt.

“Fuck baby I don’t know if i can wait. I need you now” he growled in your ear ripping your panties off a pained cry escaping your lips,

“Daddy, please please, I can take it no prep, see?” you said, scooching up the bed, opening your legs showing him your glistening cunt, a groan leaving his throat.

“Fuck baby, you’re so wet, bet I could slide right in, hmm?” he asked, pulling off clothes feverishly before slotting himself between your legs bunching your skirt up around your hips. His cock rested heavy against your cunt as your lips bowed around his cock that was nestled between them, his tip bumping your clit.

“D-daddy can’t wait. Want it now” you whined, bucking your hips trying to coax his cock into your awaiting hole.

“I know I know m gonna give it to you” he said, pulling his hips back a little before popping the tip of his fat cock into your quivering hole.

“Daddy!” you squealed, feeling him stretch and open your walls up more than ever before his eyes trained on the way your cunt is sucking him in more.

“Fuck angel, you make me so fucking good, your so tight, a-are you a virgin” he asks confused on how you can be this fucking tight.

“N-no daddy! Your just too big” you whine your head rolling back as he sinks into you more and more, inch by inch until he bottoms out.

“Fuck this pussy is too fucking good, baby,” he said, pulling his hips back slamming them into you a loud, wet slap, ripping a scream from your throat. Daichi took that scream as an incentive to start moving.

His cock dragged and bumped your walls with accuracy that you think only comes with age. The way every vein in his cock was hitting every spot inside of you that made your legs shake was enough for him to drop his head down whispering filthy praises in your ear

“Fuck baby you milk my cock so well”

“You were made to take my cock weren’t you?”

“Fuck angel you’re so wet, you like this don’t you, getting off on fucking guys twice your age baby?” he questions as his cock hits the deepest parts of you. His tip is hitting your cervix so hard you’re scared he might breach and cum directly into your womb. You lock your legs around his lower back, your heels digging into him in an attempt to get him even deeper into your already battered cunt. The way your tongue lulls out of your mouth and your pretty tits bounce under your shirt have daichi’s fat heavy balls aching as the primal instinct to breed you, to mark you in the lewdest way possible, comes over him.

The feeling has him pounding into you even harder. The rhythmic slap of skin against skin and the squelching of your pussy fill the room, making your cheeks flush in embarrassment at the sound.

“D-daddy! Too deep!” you exclaim, tears of pleasure welling in your eyes as he hammers into you.

“Fuck, not deep enough baby, gotta get deeper if I’m gonna breed this little cunt” he pants breathlessly from above you. The mention of him cumming inside you has your cunt clamping down around his shaft, your walls sucking him in more in an attempt to milk him dry.

“Oh fuck, you like that baby? Like the thought of being my pretty little breeding bitch baby?” he questions, his thrusts becoming sloppy and irregular.

“Y-yes, daddy! Please please cum inside of me, please stuff me full!” you squeal as you thrash under him cumming your pussy, holding on to him with a vice grip.

Daichi bites his lip, focusing his attention on moving against the resistance of your walls. His thrusts become sloppy as he presses his hips flush against yours, his cum spurting out, painting your walls white.

“Thank you, daddy,” you whine, feeling his warm cum swirl in your womb. He chuckles, rearing his hips back again, slamming into you.

“I’m not done”

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