#lost in newyork

[localbugboy]

Did I play a Githyanki for BG3? No. Did I play a tiny bastard for a 5e Campaign? Absolutely.

I had my friend draft this up after having my beloved little cretin compared to Kevin McAllister at the first session (And his best friend who indulges in his chaos)

[theyuletidecarols]

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[darrinjoakley]

SummerTime

[blankspace07]

Night Falls

Summer!! Most detestable season of the year. On this sultry summer morning, we were heading for the supermarket and as usual, mymother, Morrison, groaning about ‘me not being attentive and not working hard enough in school’ and grumbling ‘If you’re not going to improve your grades Melissa then there’s no way you will get into North Carolina State University’. Ugh. Who even wanted to get into that…

[ghett0-g0rgeous1989ad]

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[maybebi47]

this is silly i know, but sometimes i think about how brennan lee mulligan portrayed Jesus in The Unsleeping City s2

"a young handsome middle eastern man"

the way Jesus greets sofia lee with "happy holidays" on christmas, the way he said he was spending the holidays with as many people as possible, the fact that he just walks up to people and checks in with them and makes sure they're not cold or alone, the fact that he works as a union carpenter in newyork city, the fact that he tells sofia that her husband that she lost still has love for her even after death, the way he is so warm...

it makes me emotional, i wish people knew that this is how jesus was, just a sweet kind palestinian man who took care of people, ya know?

[reginageorgesgirlfriend3020]

Paige Bueckers as your girlfriend headcannons (Part 53)

Paige saw you 4 months later with an engagement ring on your left ringer with a kiss from Azzi on instagram.

And Paige cried. She lost you forever and will have to live with that she pushed you away Into the arms of her best friend.

And that’s when Paige woke up startled. She saw you watching a scary movie and Paige smiled.

”Babe? Are you okay? You look sweaty”. You said to her.

”I had a horrible dream”. She said. “I dreamt that you left me and you were in a relationship with my best friend Azzi and that you got engaged”. She said.

”Wow, sounds intense. But why would I want your best friend when I have you? Isn’t she dating that basketball player from the NewYork Knicks?”. You said.

Paige thought about what you said. “So you don’t want Azzi in that way?” Paige asked you.

”Babe”. You said. You kissed Paige. “I love you and only you and no one else. Azzi is my best friend she’s like my sister”. You said.

Paige smiled. “Love you”.

You smiled. “Love you too. Now come on. Let’s watch the rest of this movie and cuddle. If you want”. You said.

“I would love that. Let’s do it”. Said Paige. She got under the blanket with you and finished watching the movie Halloween ends with you

[hypnos333]

Not supposed to be yours

Hobie Brown x reader

Synopsis: You were Spider-Woman in spider society and you and a certain punk spider are getting a little bit too close.

Warning: Smut

313 Manhattan Newyork

Your kisses were like honey, your flesh is softer then the finest silk. Your smile always melt his heart. Your eyes will make him lost in them. You were a fairytale to him, You were his ‘MJ’ that he can never loose you.

You were Spider woman.

It's like all the others but more different, You were of course bitten by a radioactive spider,you did loose your mom so she learned to let go. Your Normal life was filled with Junior year,Soccer and working plus being spider women.

Police aren’t really worried about you not seeing you as the enemy so they help her she helps them.

When you was welcome to Spider Society she met Hobie that when he instantly flirted with you.His British accent frustrates you but you also finds it hot.

Hobie will spend days around you,always finding a way to touch you,to talk to you. He never believed in commitment or labels but when he saw you he wanted to get close to you.

You hated him,He loved you.

He was always there when you needed him,He wanted you.

So he made you a deal to do everything he wants you to do and then he'll stop his flirting that made you agree instantly. You and him became fuck buddies Hobey will fuck you anywhere without the care in the world even quickies were a must.

Of course their were rules with no feelings between each other which of course Hobie kept that as a lie.

Ever since then Hobie became super protective over you as he secretly marked her. So his scent was yours to other spider people.

It all started in Hobie's Universe Earth-138 in the UK. In his room Hobie was cuddling with you as you were sleeping so he took the opportunity to put his venom in you.

His Venom marked you making you his but you never knew this.

"Hello love" He said in his deep British accent seeing you stir in his arms in your undergarments. You hummed not wanting to get up as you nuzzled up to him. As much as you hate him you were falling for him and you hate it because he's not your MJ.

Marcel Jackson was supposed to be your MJ, you were supposed to fall in love with him not Hobie. MJ was your best friend they were supposed to be lovers until Hobie came along.

MJ didn't know about Hobie and them sleeping together. MJ adored You, He loves you,he needs you more than life itself. If he ever saw you and Hobie together your whole universe can go into a void, you needed to avoid that.

As you were deep in your thoughts Hobey hands were in between her thighs rubbing your cunt to get a reaction which he did. You held his shoulders gripping on them in pleasure and pain as you were still sore from last night. He ripped off your panties without you noticing before putting his tip between your entrance.

Your moans were loud but Hobie needed this to fully mark her to make her senseless without you noticing what he's trying to do.

"Ride me" He simply said putting you on his lap before bounce fastly desperately for his Cock and his Cum inside you. As you were riding you didn't noticed Hobie unclipping your bra and throwing it in the side of the room.So now your breasts are bouncing as you ride him.

Hobie grabbed your waist before slamming you down deep into his balls. Making you cum moaning his name and beg for more and more. He came inside you making it leak from inside.

You sighed in contempt finally thankful they were done making love Hobie raise his eyebrows at her before laying you down still deep inside her before sucking and nibbling your neck and collarbone making you give a light moan.

"We're not done love" That made your eyes wide as Hobie laid you down.He took your legs and made them wrap around his waist as he continuously thrust inside you roughly. You moaned as he thrust in and out of you while also putting hickeys on your breasts and neck.

As you finished he once again came inside you making it leak so when pulled out he wiped the cum off you before putting it back inside you making you give out a tired moan.

He got up making his way to the bathroom running a lavender bath for you. He went back to the bedroom before carrying you toward the bath before gently putting you down making you sigh in content.

He sat behind you washing your hair and back before you wanted more so you turned around then sat on his lap as his dick lined up inside you.

You grind on him making him groan before he set his hand on you hips making you ride him again you were past your limit.

"Just like that baby show me how much you want my cum in you sweet little Cunt" he groaned in your ear. You moaned continuously riding him before you released making you sigh in content before Hobie Came into you once again.

"You know your gonna get me pregnant right?" You asked tiredly making Hobie chuckle "I know Luv but I wouldn't mind having a little you around" he said honestly.

As they cleaned each other up they were to meet at the Spider hall to meet Jess because a new kid was coming to the Elite.

"Don't be rude to her babe,I mean it" You said before walking to the entrance of the training room. "Never Luv who am I do disobey your orders" he said back making you chuckle.

[th3-0bjectivist]

Dear listener, sometimes it takes concentration and a deep dive into the catalog of some bands before I’ll find the resonance I need to recommend them to others. Deerhunter is one of those bands. At first, I found their music to simply be weird yet strangely haunting, but most of it was certainly not for me. I just wasn’t feeling their vibe, even though I knew the compositions were special in some way. Recently, I’ve felt this inexplicable urge to closely examine their albums. I wanted to like their tunes, because their music didn’t just sound different from anything else out there; it was an experience of sorts that I’d been pushing to the side. Upon a few proper and extended listens, I began to discover how artsy, intellectually stimulating and enigmatically ambient their jams truly are. The more I listened, the more I enjoyed their eerie sound, and found a bunch of great audio tracks to boot. Just above you’ll find Helicopter from their 2010 album Halcyon Digest, which in my humble opinion is the magnum opus of their catalog. Join me just below for another song from that album and some info on the group featured this week.

Hailing from Atlanta, Deerhunter makes a type of music that thrives on two factors: minimalism and weighty ambience. This is music that can entrance someone and is structured in a way that will mesmerize you as much as it affects you emotionally. I tend to enjoy tunes that make you remember moments or feelings you thought you’d forgotten, and every track they’ve released hits a home run for me in that regard. This is a group that considered giving up early on, as creating some of their earliest works reportedly sapped them of their emotional and physical strength. Band members had panic attacks in the studio as technical problems left them exhausted at the quality of their own works, which was severely lacking in majesty even to their own standards. But just because you’re on the ropes, it doesn’t mean you’ve lost the fight. It takes a long time to get good, and with many lineup changes over the decades this band’s output has become more and more emotionally mature and intelligent as time has gone on. The music from their grand slam album, Halcyon Digest, which received widespread acclaim for a good reason, has a very particular and peculiar eeriness to it; like you’re looking through photos in a dusty Memories photobook and romanticizing the distant past. To create that kind of atmosphere is something no other band has given me the experience of, and I never thought I’d recommend music that feels distinctly nostalgic, but here it is! As of writing this, they haven’t put out a new album since before the UNSPECIFIED VIRUS FROM UNKNOWN ORIGINS turned the world upside down. If you need a decent new experience with music, I’d say give these guys a shot. Because if you’re anything like me, the two works I’m posting to this blog will probably strangely haunt you for weeks on end, and you’ll go searching for more. Their tunes can be a true psychedelic experience if you allow them to, and you’ll find actual meaning and sincerity in the lyrics, which, let’s face the facts is a bit short in supply with modern pop. Just below you can smash play on Desire Lines and enjoy some songs from a group that puts an emphasis on atmospheric excellence.

The more I listen to these guys, the more I like them. I feel as if very few people have the patience to continue exploring the work of a group that didn’t hook or blow them away instantly. Sometimes a little study is required to understand not only the words to the tune, but also why the notes needed to be played that way. Thanks for reminding me there are still emotionally complex hidden gems out there in the music industry, Deerhunter! Image source: https://www.timeout.com/newyork/music/deerhunter

[moaminhalis]

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[a-random-pillow]

The Other Haft AU (Splinter 2012 Backstory)

So, this is technically a 2012 x 2018 TMNT crossover, but instead of falling into each other's universes. Instead, they share a world.

Yoshi Hamato(2012 Splinter) has a younger brother, Lou Hamato (2018 Splinter), Yoshi loved Lou but his little brother was a little rebellious. He was constantly trying to explore the world and won't just accept his life. Lucky for Yoshi, his best friend Saki was able to help him wrangle Lou.

The three of them were a set as children, if you saw one the others were likely close behind.

Then Lou leaves the Hamato Clan. Yoshi and Saki had been out when it happened. It had been tense when they left but they didn't expect for Lou to have been kicked out.

Saki wanted to go search for Lou but Yoshi managed to convince him to stay. Of course Yoshi was sad his brother was gone but he was sure he would be happier without a clan breathing down his neck.

Years go by Yoshi meets Tang Sheng, gets married and has his first child. Lou's name is never spoken and Yoshi never looks for him. He his affraid that he won't find anything.

Meanwhile Saki has been silently stewing in his frustration, he is constantly worried about Lou and angry that Yoshi wouldn't let him look for their brother.

Yeah... That went well, now Splinter is all alone. His family is dead and he is pretty sure Saki straight up lost his mind. So he dose what any sane person would do and moves to Newyork to find his baby brother.

We all know what happens next, four baby turtles, some green stuff, a rat and two aliens.

Soon after the turtles turn one, Splinter goes on a supplies run. He finds a old magazine under some Kleenex. On the front there is a picture of Lou wearing a sparkly jump suit and the caption '3rd anniversary of Lou Jitsu's disappearance'.

His baby brother had been gone for at least 3 years and he hadn't knowen. Splinter feels like an abosultet failure, for not protecting his brother and fuck he went out of his way to stop Saki from protecting Lou.

All I got for now, next time it's Lou and Draxum vs Big Mama

[darrinjoakley]

MJ

[meggiejolly]

Best Friend's Boyfriend's Cousin - A RNM Malex Fanfic

Happy Holidays @bloggingbisexually! Here is your @rnm-secret-santa gift, I hope you enjoy it. It's a canon divergent AU where Michael never went back to Roswell and didn't meet Max and Isobel again until after High School. So Michael and Alex never met and when Alex plans to move to New York to pursue his music, Liz and Max think it would be a great idea to move in with Michael, who is in New York to go to NYU. As far as Alex knows, Michael is a cousin of Max and Isobel who they found through one of those DNA test kits and databank. I hope this fluffy roommate AU is to your liking, I certainly enjoyed writing it. Read it on AO3 (The formatting doesn't really translate onto Tumblr, so I recommend reading it on AO3)

“This is a terrible idea. I don’t even know this guy.”

“You don’t know anyone in New York. At least you know someone who knows him.”

“To be honest I barely know Max and Isobel, so it's more that I know someone who knows someone who knows him." Alex argued. "And what if I don’t get along with him? Then that will be much more awkward than if he was a random stranger with no connection to me or anyone I know.” 

Liz rolled her eyes, “Oh come on, give him a chance. Where else are you going to find a roommate that already has an apartment lined up?” 

Alex sighed, he didn’t like the idea of living with some relative of Liz’ boyfriend. It seemed too complicated and there was just something off about the whole situation. This Michael guy Liz wanted him to live with was supposedly a long lost cousin that Max and his sister had found through one of those online DNA test kits a few months ago and that they were just getting to know each other now. Michael was about to move to NewYork because he had a scholarship for an engineering program and was looking for a roommate. Alex was planning to move to New York as well to pursue his music and Liz, Isobel and Max had gotten it in their heads that that was the perfect coincidence and meant Alex and Michael should be roommates. Alex was not convinced and he had no idea what Michael thought about the whole idea. 

“What if he turns out to be a homophobic dick?” Alex asked in an attempt to convince Liz that this wasn’t the perfect idea she thought it was. 

“Iz and Max know you’re gay. They wouldn’t recommend him as your roommate if he’s gonna have a problem with your sexuality.” 

"Do they even know him well enough to know how he feels about queer people?"

Liz looked a little uncomfortable, "I think so."

Alex just raised an eyebrow at her in response and she rolled her eyes. 

"Oh come on, as if you would know if a complete stranger you found on the internet was homophobic or not."

Alex was about to reply, but Maria, who had been silently following their conversation for a while interrupted him. "Stop arguing you two. You both have good points, but honestly Alex, Liz is right, your chances in finding a good roommate in New York from a distance aren't any better than taking a chance on Max' cousin. Just ask for his contact info and set up a meeting or a call or something before you agree to live with him."

With a sigh Alex agreed, “I guess, but I’m blaming you two if this goes wrong. You four, actually.”

Liz grinned and pulled out her phone to get the contact details from Max. “I have a good feeling about this, so I’ll take that risk.” 

“Nope, stop. One of you with psychic feelings is enough,” Alex said with a groan which Liz and Maria only laughed at. 

Max replied with Michael’s contact information soon after and even though it took Alex a few days, he eventually reached out to Michael. They didn’t end up meeting, but they texted back and forth for a bit and had a short conversation over the phone. The convenience of it all won out in the end and Alex agreed to share the small two bedroom apartment that Michael had lined up in New York. 

A little less than a month later Alex arrived in New York. He'd been there only once before when Mimi had agreed to take him, Liz and Maria after they had saved up for it for months when they had been 15. They had gone to an open mic thing at a small coffee shop/bar place that Alex still wasn't sure three 15 year olds should have been allowed in, but Mimi had known someone there and gotten them in. It was that night that Alex' dream to someday be a musician in New York had been born and now it would finally become a reality. Hopefully.

He pulled out the key that Max had given him on behalf of Michael and opened the door to the apartment building. Michael had texted earlier that he was out and that Alex should just make himself at home, he would be back later and bring pizza. 

Alex was actually pretty relieved that he had the first few hours to himself. He walked up the multiple flights of stairs to the apartment, glad that he only had a backpack, a duffel bag and a suitcase. Apparently there were perks to having so little stuff to call his own. 

He unlocked the apartment door and stepped inside of his new home.

After exploring the apartment and unpacking his things, Alex ended up sitting on the couch, aimlessly scrolling through his phone and feeling awkward. He didn't have the wifi password yet, so he couldn't get any of his work for the remote programming course he was taking done, he didn't feel up to working on his music and he didn't want to miss Michael coming back, so exploring the neighborhood was out as well.

Half an eternity of boredom later - or at least it felt like that -, Alex was just about to go out after all, when he heard keys in the lock and quickly sat up straighter to make a good first impression.

The door opened and Alex' mouth went dry because, damn Michael Guerin was hot.

He had expected someone who looked like Max or Isobel, who were, in Alex' opinion, good looking but not his type at all. Their cousin on the other hand... Alex took in the grease stained jeans that looked well-worn and hung low on Michael's hips. He was wearing a slightly frayed but soft looking button up shirt that had more buttons undone than strictly appropriate for just coming back from work. To round out the look he was wearing a cowboy hat. In New York. And it didn't look pretentious at all, he just looked like a cowboy, which Alex supposed, he was. He was from New Mexico after all.

Michael set down the pizza box he was carrying, took off his hat and revealed messy, slightly sweaty curls that made Alex consider sitting on his hands to keep himself from reaching out to run them through Michael's hair. Fuck that guy was hot. This had been a spectacularly bad idea. He was in New York to become a musician, not to develop a crush on his roommate who also happened to be related to his best friend's boyfriend.

Michael smiled at Alex and pushed his curls back before extending a hand to Alex. "Hi, you must be Alex. I hope you found everything ok."

Alex stood up quickly and shook Michael's hand. "Yeah, it was no problem. Thanks for setting everything up." 

"No problem, it wasn't much. Just some cleaning and a few general repairs. The previous tenant was a bit… optimistic in his assessment of the furniture they left behind."

"Don't worry about it, we'll figure it out," Alex said with a shrug and realized he was still holding Michael's hand.

He quickly pulled his hand back and cleared his throat. "Uhm, I brought some beer to go with the pizza. I'll go get it."

"Oh sure, thanks. Let me just go wash up, I'll be right back."

Alex grabbed some napkins and a beer for each of them and then pulled out his phone to text Maria and Liz. 

05:43 pm

This was a terrible idea

Why did no one tell me he's hot?

Michael came out of his room a few moments later and sat next to Alex on the couch and Alex handed him a beer.

"Thanks, I went with plain cheese pizza, I hope that's ok. I wasn't sure what you like."

"Cheese is always good, thanks for getting it." 

"No problem, Isobel probably would have had my head if she found out I didn't do anything to welcome you."

Alex laughed, he didn't know Isobel Evans that well, but that sounded like her.

"Sounds like you three have gotten pretty close in a short time."

Michael shifted slightly uncomfortably and Alex regretted bringing it up instantly. It was way too personal a question for someone you met less than half an hour ago. He was about to take it back when Michale answered.

"Yeah well, they're the only family I've ever met, so…"

Alex took a swig of his beer to get a second to come up with an answer. "Well, it's really good you guys found each other through that DNA thing then."

"Yeah…" Michael nodded and took a swig as well, "What about you, are you close to your family?"

Alex couldn't help but laugh. "No. Not at all. That's part of the reason why I'm here. But let's not get into that tonight, ok?"

"Yeah, of course. Sorry to bring it up."

Alex just shrugged and they both ate their pizza in silence for a moment. Alex felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, probably with answers from Liz and Maria, but he chose to ignore them for now. 

The silence was starting to become awkward and Alex was racking his brain to come up with a good topic, when Michael spoke again: 

"So, Max said you're here to make music? What kind of music?"

That proved to be a shared interest as Michael played guitar as well and they fell into an easy conversation of their favorite music and bands. Alex told Michael about his plans for getting into the New York music scene and soon the pizza and beer was gone.

Once they both went to their respective rooms, Alex had a chance to check his phone. 

Liz Ortecho

05:57 pm

Is he? I haven’t met him yet.

Maria DeLuca

05:59 pm

Send us a picture!

07:19 pm

I can’t just take a picture of him, that’s weird. Ask Max or Isobel if they have one. 

Liz Ortecho

07:21 pm

Hold on, I’ll text Max.

Marie DeLuca 

07:22 pm

How’s the apartment besides the hot roommate?

07:22 pm

Pretty good It’s nothing fancy obviously. I definitely need a new mattress but it has everything I need.

Michael and I just had pizza and beer and talked for a while. I think we’ll get along fine. 

As soon as I get over how hot he is. 

Liz Ortecho

07:24 pm

Max sent me this picture of the three of them. He’s cute

07:25 pm

Okay, now picture him in grease stained work clothes and a cowboy hat. 

Marie DeLuca 

07:27 pm

I can see that I just didn’t know that was your type. I thought you were more into the brooding musician guy

07:28 pm

Yeah well I didn’t either. Maybe it’s just really early homesickness or something

Also he does play guitar. 

Maria DeLuca

07:29 pm

😂

Liz Ortecho

07:29 pm

😂

Good luck with that! Do you want me to find out if Max knows if he’s into guys?

07:31 pm

No! Don’t you dare! 

He’s just hot, I’m not starting anything with him. He’s my roommate and related to your boyfriend. That’s just way too much drama. 

I’m sure I’ll find other hot guys to hook up with in New York

Liz Ortecho

07:34 pm

Oh sure Still… the convenience… ;)

07:35 pm

LIZ!

Maria DeLuca

07:36 pm

😂 

07:38 pm

I miss you already. 

Liz Ortecho

07:39 pm

❤️

Maria DeLuca

07:40 pm

We miss you too! ❤️

07:42 pm

I should get some work done though so I can explore tomorrow. Talk to you soon! 

Alex put away his phone and pulled his laptop out. Michael had given him the Wifi password, so he could get started on his programming homework. 

Their life as roommates went pretty smoothly. Michael wen't to class and to his job, and Alex did his remote course work, worked on his music (so far none of the neighbors had complained), and he had also found a part time job at a little record shop. In his spare time he checked out as many bars, coffee shops and clubs that were known for letting newcomers play there as he could find. So far he hadn’t been brave enough to sign up for any open mics or anything similar, but he was starting to make some connections. The networking was his least favorite part about the entire thing, but it was necessary.

Since they were both busy and their schedules didn’t always line up, they didn’t actually see each other that much, but when they did, they got along great. From time to time they played music together, Alex had been able to organize Michael a cheap guitar from the record shop, and that really helped when Alex was hit with music block. It was also just a lot of fun, he hadn’t had many people to just jam with back in Roswell. 

Sometimes they tried to cook together. Neither of them had really had the chance to learn growing up, so now they were trying to teach each other. The kitchen usually looked a mess after they finished, but so far they had only managed one truly inedible thing, to both their surprises. 

Tonight they were attempting to make soup and since lots of sources on the internet had said they could basically just throw in vegetables and broth, cook it and then puree it, they weren’t using a recipe for the first time. 

“Okay, we have potatoes, sweet potatoes, carrots, bell peppers, peas, tomatoes and broccoli. Do you think it matters what we start with?” Alex asked, looking over all the produce that was spread out in their kitchen, which was too small to hold it all. 

Michael shrugged, “I don’t think so, I mean we’re cooking and pureeing it all together, so we don’t have to keep the different cook times in mind, right?”

“Probably not. Okay, I’ll start peeling the potatoes.”

“Good, I’ll tackle the broccoli.” 

They both got to work, luckily they had invested in some decent knives but even with those they were both cursing. Who knew it was so hard to peel sweet potatoes and cut broccoli?

“How do these little green bits get everywhere? I’m pretty sure we’ll still be finding them by the time we move out.” 

“Eh, I’m sure ants or something will get them. Maybe mice.”

“Don’t even joke about that.” 

Alex laughed and then somehow launched the sweet potato he was battling across the room. That stopped him short until both he and Michael doubled over laughing. 

“How the hell did you manage that?”, wheezed Michael. 

“I have no idea. That thing is surprisingly slippery.” Alex went to retrieve the sweet potato, rinsed it off and removed the last bit of skin before starting to cut it. 

“How can something that turns to basically mush when you cook it, be so hard when it’s raw?”, he grunted as he leaned his weight onto the knife to cut the thing. 

Michael chuckled, “We could probably find some pretentious life lesson in that, if we wanted.” He had finished with the broccoli and deposited the pieces into the big pot. “What next?”

“You could do the bell peppers.”

“On it. How is your sweet potato battle going?”

Alex dumped a batch of orange cubes into the pot. “I think I’m winning.” 

After the sweet potatoes, the regular potatoes were a piece of cake and Alex had them peeled and diced in no time. 

When they were finished with all the vegetables, the pot was much fuller than expected. 

"Uhh… how are we going to puree this when it’s done cooking?”

“I don’t know, it might shrink some during cooking?”

“Yeah… maybe.” 

Michael got the broth they had bought from the fridge and dumped it into the pot with a little too much force and some of it spilled. “Oops…”

Alex laughed and got a cloth to wipe it up, before peering in the pot. I don’t think that’s enough liquid. Maybe we should add some water?”

“You’re probably right”, Michael got the water and poured it in more carefully. Then he lit the stove and stepped back.

“I think we earned a beer.” 

“Good plan, but we should use the cooking time to clean up some of this mess”, Alex gestured at all the peels and vegetal bits on every kitchen surface and even the floor. 

Michael sighed, “I guess… But beer first.”

Alex laughed and handed Michael a beer who took a healthy swig before starting to get rid of the mess. 

The vegetables did not shrink significantly and they had nothing they could put over the pot and still have space for the stick blender they had borrowed from one of their neighbors. They looked at each other at a loss. 

“I guess we’ll just have to be really careful and clean up everything that spills after”, Michael said with a  shrug and handed Alex the blender.

“Why me? Admit it, you just don’t want to be responsible for the mess”, Alex complained but took the blender anyways. Michael just winked at him, which was severely unfair. Alex had managed to build up some defenses against the way Michael looked, but not against winks and smirks. He sighed silently and carefully put the blender in the pot. For some reason Michael hovered right behind him and watched the pot in concentration as Alex started to blend. It made him nervous. 

“Are you trying to telepathically keep the soup from splashing out?”

For some reason that question startled Michael, which in turn startled Alex and made soup splash out of the pot and all over their shirts. 

“Fuck!”, they cursed at the same time, thats stuff was hot. Alex quickly turned off the blender. 

“You ok?”, they asked, again in unison and then laughed. 

“Yeah, I think so.” Michael pulled open his shirt to check for burns and Alex’ mouth went a little dry. 

“Doesn’t look like an actual burn. You?” Michael looked up at Alex who quickly averted his eyes and pulled up his own shirt. There was a slight red spot, but nothing serious. 

“I’m good too.” He looked up just in time to see Michael quickly look away just as he had done. Huh. Was he maybe not the only one appreciating the view? Sometimes it seemed like Michael was flirting with him. He still didn’t know if Michael was into guys. The few times he had brought someone over, it had been women, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be into guys too, right? He definitely didn’t seem to mind that Alex was gay. Alex had come out to him a couple of days after he had moved in, to avoid any ugly homophobic scenes later and Michael had been cool with it. He also hadn’t seemed to mind the one time Alex had brought someone home. 

“Good,” Michael’s voice pulled Alex out of his thoughts “let’s try again. Maybe without talking this time.”

Alex nodded and they got back in position. For some reason again with Michael hovering behind Alex and focusing on the pot. Alex did his best to ignore it and carefully blended the soup. Surprisingly, nothing more splashed out. It looked like it would a couple of times, but then somehow it didn’t. Alex decided not to question it. 

When they were done blending, they added in a little heavy cream, since Alex had read somewhere that it made the soup creamier. Then they started with the seasoning. Very carefully, because they had added too much or too little to their first few attempts at cooking. They took turns trying the soup, asking what was missing, adding a little and repeating the process over and over. Eventually they were happy with the result and looked at the finished soup. 

“Okay… that’s much more than expected. I think we might be eating soup for the next week straight”, Michael said. 

“Yeah… Maybe we can bring Mrs. Welly some when we return her stick blender?” 

“Good idea. Let’s eat some first, though. Who knows if it’s actually good if you have a full bowl.” 

It was surprisingly good and once they cleaned up, they went over to Mrs. Welly who was very grateful for the soup. She told them they could borrow her kitchen appliances any time, made them take two huge pieces of a delicious cake she had apparently baked earlier and promised she would have them over for dinner soon. All in all a successful evening.

Michael was a good roommate, but there were some things that were… a little strange about him. 

For one thing, he always kind of smelled like rain. Even when it hadn’t rained in a few days. Alex was pretty sure it wasn’t some sort of aftershave or lotion or something, they shared a bathroom after all. 

And somehow, it was a specific rain smell, one that kind of reminded him of going to the Reservation with his mom when he was a child. He couldn’t quite put his finger on why, he didn’t have a clear memory of it smelling like rain there, but sometimes, when Michael was standing close to him, he breathed in a whiff of that smell and it was like being back at the Res. Memories linked to smell were weird like that. 

Besides the rain smell, Michael sometimes smelled like nail polish remover, which was even stranger. Alex had never seen him wear any nail polish. Alex did sometimes, and he had bought a bottle of remover when he’d first moved in. The bottle was still standing in the little cabinet over the sink in the bathroom, but Alex could swear that the fluid level changed constantly. It was never empty, but sometimes it was fuller than other times. And he had seen an empty bottle of nail polish remover in the trash a couple of times. What was Michael doing with it? Did he need it for school, or for work? Alex had no idea why though, there had to be better solvents at a fancy science lab and a mechanics shop than regular nail polish remover. 

In the end he mostly chose not to question it. Michael was already distracting enough without analyzing strange smells. 

It felt like Michael became more distracting every day. The more comfortable they became with each other, the worse it got. Michael would tease Alex in an almost flirtatious way, which was a little unfair, if you asked Alex. 

Sometimes he brought whatever he was tinkering on into the living room and worked on it while Alex did his course work, or messed with his music. Alex loved watching Michael tinker, he was so focused and he would mumble things under his breath that Alex couldn’t make out, but enjoyed hearing anyways. It wasn’t like he would understand a word Michael said, even if he could hear it properly. Michael was a lot smarter than him and really talented with his hands. Sometimes it seemed like the parts Michael was putting together slotted perfectly into place without him even touching them. 

Alex had to be careful that he didn’t watch too long, because eventually he would start to wonder what else those hands could do… 

And, if he stopped playing music, or clack away on his computer, Michael would eventually look up with a questioning look and a smile and ask him if he was stuck on something. If it was music, he’d offer to help and if it was programming, he would suggest that they take a break and go out for a bit, or watch an episode of whatever show they were watching currently. Because yeah, they had become the kind of roommates that always had a TV show project they were slowly watching together and one person was not allowed to watch a single minute of the show without the other one there. Alex had never thought he could ever be someone who did that, but it was nice. It was time they spent together and a great way to wind down after a long day. 

Had they fallen asleep on the couch once or twice and woken up leaning against each other with a crick in their necks? Maybe. Did Alex secretly wish that would happen more often. Yeah, well… He was only human after all. 

A few times he had dosed of on Michael's shoulder and had woken up to Michael watching him with a look on his face that made Alex wonder if maybe starting something with Michael was worth the risk after all. Alex' slight oh-fuck-my-roommate-is-hot-crush had certainly grown into something more serious lately. 

There were moments when Alex thought Michael might feel the same way. When they were watching TV together, when they played music together, when they vented to each other after long days, when they stayed up too late because neither really wanted to go into their respective bedroom alone and leave the comfortable togetherness of the living room. Neither of them ever made a move though and so their lives just went on.

Alex' music was coming along pretty well actually, with Michael cheering him on. He had enough original songs for a small set now. Not that he was ready to perform an entire set of original songs yet, but he was considering signing up for his first open night. It was at a little coffee shop called Sip & Sing that he and Michael hung out at sometimes. He knew most of the regulars there and had become friends with one of the baristas. They had open mics once a month and the next one was coming up in two weeks. 

“You should do it Alex. Come on, you know you’re good enough. And you’ll know almost everyone there, it’s low risk”, Michael encouraged him one night when Alex had opened and closed the sign up page on their website for the fourth time that day. 

“Yeah but what if I tank and then I can never go there again?”

“First of all, you won’t. And second of all, Lucy forgot the text twice last month and everyone still welcomed her back there the next day. Everyone there will be supportive no matter how you do.”

“Isn’t that cheating then?”

Michale snorted. “Now you’re making excuses. Finding a friendly audience for your first live performance is not cheating.”

Alex sighed, Michael was probably right. “Okay, I guess… But only if you promise to come.” 

Michael put an arm around him. “Of course I’m coming! You couldn’t keep me away.” 

Alex smiled and leaned into him just a little. “Okay, I’ll sign up. And then you’re helping me pick out which song to perform.” 

“Which you will then change fifteen times until the actual night.” 

“Yeah well, everyone needs a system”, Alex said with a huff and pulled up the sign up for the fifth time. This time he actually filled it out though and even submitted it. Even though Michael had to threaten to do it for him before he finally hit enter. 

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna regret this, aren’t I?”, he said with a groan and buried his face in Michael’s shoulder, who was still sitting next to him. 

Michael laughed softly. “Yeah, multiple times probably. But you’ll be glad you did it in the end.” 

Alex regretted it that night in bed and even more the next day when he stopped at the Sip & Sing to get a coffee before heading to work and Rema, the owner, spotted him. 

“Alex! I saw you signed up for the next open mic! That’s great, I can’t wait to hear your song!” 

They insisted on giving him a coffee on the house and gushed about how great it was that he’d be performing. Alex kind of wanted to sink into the ground in shame. Especially when Lucy, one of the regulars, came in and heard Rema. She started to reassure him that he’d be great and that he definitely wouldn’t forget any lines. 

Alex was very glad when he managed to get his coffee and escape with the excuse that he was running late. 

Alex had decided not to tell Maria and Liz about the open mic. He knew they would try to come and honestly, that was too much for him for the first time. Maybe the second or third. He would text them the day of and risk their wrath. Michael would be there and a few friends from the coffee shop. That would be nerve-racking enough. 

He spend every free second working on the song (and just as predicted by Michael, changing his mind which song to perform almost every other day), which was finally too much for their very patient neighbors and they got a noise complaint. Alex was forced to not play between 11pm and 6am and to avoid playing around noon, which was probably for the best, he was starting to be a bit obsessive. Michael threatened to hide his guitar and music sheets regularly. 

When the day of the open mic finally came, Alex was a nervous wreck. 

6:36pm

Don’t be mad at me, but I’m performing at my first open mic tonight at 8. 

Liz Ortecho

6:38 pm

And you didn’t tell us?!?! Rude!

6:39 pm

I’m sorry! I’m nervous enough as it is, I promise I’ll tell you next time so you can come.

MariaAwww DeLuca

6:40 pm

It’s ok Alex, we understand. Good luck tonight! You’ll kill it! 

Liz Ortecho 

6:41 pm

Of course we understand. But I will ask Max for Michael’s number and pester him into recording it of us. 

He is coming right?

6:42 pm

He is, I wouldn’t have made it without him. 

Marie DeLuca

6:43

Aww, aren’t you glad we forced you into moving in with him?

6:44

Shut up!

… Yes, thank you. 

The alarm that Alex had set to get ready went off and Alex nervously rushed to the bathroom. He was already dressed and his nails were painted, he just needed to do his hair and put on his eyeliner. 

When he was done, way too early of course, he stepped out of the bathroom to find Michael waiting for him. He gave him once over and let out a low whistle. 

“Damn, you clean up nice Manes.”

Alex hoped his blush wasn’t too noticeable. “Shut up Guerin.” 

Michael laughed and slung his arm around Alex’ shoulder. “You’ll do great. Come on, I know it’s early, but if you sit around here, you’ll just drive yourself crazy. We’ll take the long way there and maybe get a milkshake on the way or something.”

Alex was really glad to have Michael to support him today. Something about him was very calming and maybe his crush on him distracted him a bit from his nerves. 

They got their milkshakes and an order of fries to dip in them. Michael always complained that it was weird, but he did dip his fries as well, so Alex had stopped listening months ago. 

By the time they arrived at the Sip & Sing, Alex was much more relaxed. Michael had kept him distracted the entire way there by telling him funny things that happened in class or at work, or quoting things from the group chat with Isobel and Max. 

Alex' phone dinged with good luck messages from Liz, Maria, Arturo, Mimi and surprisingly even from Max and Isobel. He smiled at his phone and put it back into his pocket. It was nice to know they were all thinking of him. 

“Hey, did Liz convince you to record my performance?”

Michael laughed, "She wanted me to livestream it for what felt like half of Roswell. You're popular." 

Alex groaned, "Please tell me you won't."

"No, don't worry. I'll record it and send it to her and then she can distribute it to whomever she wants." 

"That's only slightly better", Alex said with a sigh and went over to greet Rema and find out when his turn was. He was number three of six performers tonight, which suited him fine. 

Rema told him where to put his guitar and to give any needed details to Luke, who handled the technical side of the performances. 

When he got back to Michael he had gotten them drinks and found a table. Alex sat down and took a sip from his drink, his nerves were starting to come back. Michael seemed to notice and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Alex smiled at him thankfully. 

Rema came onto the little stage area and introduced the first performer. She was good, Alex had heard her here a few times before and two months ago there had been a flyer on the pin board advertising that she was part of the lineup for a mini pop-up concert in a nearby park. 

He didn't catch much of the second performance, it was a duo, but that was about all that stuck. When they were done, Michael squeezed his shoulder and whispered a quick "Good Luck!" to him as Alex stood up and made his way to the stage. 

"Our first first-timer for tonight is Alex Manes, who most of you know, I think. He's performing an original song. Give him a hand!", Rema introduced him and Alex nervously sat on the little stool and adjusted the mic and his guitar. 

He focused on Michael for the entire song, who was smiling widely and encouragingly while holding his phone up that represented all the other people in his life that loved and supported him through this. Suddenly he almost regretted not inviting Liz and Maria and swore to himself he would invite them next time. 

He got through the song without any problem and got a satisfying amount of applause and cheering from the audience, topped by Michael's best, earsplitting cowboy whistle. Alex couldn't help but grin from ear to ear on his way back to the table and when Michael greeted him with an equally wide grin and a hug, something in him clicked and he pulled Michael in for a kiss instead. Which was met by an enthusiastic response both by Michael kissing him back and the audience cheering. 

They were interrupted by Rema "Okay you two, there's time for that after the show. Now let's move on to our next performer…" 

Alex blushed and sat back down, a little closer to Michael than before. Michael smiled at him in a way that gave him butterflies and he couldn't wait for after the show. 

For now he settled in to listen to the rest of the performers, but not until he pulled out his phone.

8:23 pm

I kissed him. 

He kissed me back

8: 25 pm

The open mic thing went great, btw.

He was met by a ton of celebratory emojis from Liz and Maria and put his phone back into his pocket with a grin. 

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Join me in helping my friend Anwar's family facing tough times. Meet Anwar, a 29-year-old English teacher, his wife, a 25-year veteran elementary school teacher, and their sweet 9-month-old son. Life in the Khanyounis refugee camp turned upside down when war struck.

Anwar had to leave his home and so does his family of 9 his father, mother, brothers and sisters. They all had to live in a 4*7 tent that doesn't normally fit for 3 people but they had no choice. Anwar is a teacher as his father but they both suddenly lost their source of income and found themselves with no home no money and no place to go to. Diseases are spreading and famine is taking over due to over population in Rafah city and lack of goods. Immagin that children diapers cost 100$, a chicken cost 35$ if it is found, a kilo of onions cost 30$ and the list continues for the rest of essentials. Prices made life so hard to the extent of eating one small meal every two days. The threat of bombings is a daily struggle and the fear of displacement is constant.

This is a picture for Anwar's family tent. This tent is now their kitchen, living room and bedroom.

Anwar is a father to a 10 months baby who was only five months old when the war started and had to fight inorder to provide for his family and to buy milk and clothes for his lovely boy during the hard time of the war, his baby is called Akram. He is a very handsome boy. Anwar spent 139 days in fear for his son and family hearing the sound of bombs droping over houses and gun shoot that targets everyone.

Anwar is trying to restore hope for his family after it was devastated. He is trying to secure his family in all means, for the time being his family needs $400 a day at least to cover essentials for their family of 12. Afterwords he will find a safe haven for them in a safe place to start chasing their dreams again and carry on with their lives. your donation can make an immediate impact, providing food, shelter, and hope. Every dollar counts—be a beacon of support. Act now, and make a difference for Anwar's family. Your generosity can bring positive change in their lives.

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شاركوني في مساعدة صديقي أنور عائلته تواجه أوقاتًا عصيبة. تعرف على أنور، مدرس اللغة الإنجليزية البالغ من العمر 29 عامًا، وزوجته، معلمة مدرسة ابتدائية تبلغ من العمر 25 عامًا، وابنهما اللطيف البالغ من العمر 9 أشهر. انقلبت الحياة في مخيم خانيونس للاجئين رأساً على عقب عندما اندلعت الحرب. تخيل أنك تهرب من منزلك بسبب القصف المستمر، وتعيش في خيمة، لتكتشف أن شقتك مدمرة في اليوم الثامن والستين من الحرب. اضطر أنور إلى مغادرة منزله وكذلك عائلته المكونة من 9 أفراد: والده وأمه وإخوته وأخواته. كان عليهم جميعا أن يعيشوا في خيمة 4*7 لا تتسع عادة لثلاثة أشخاص ولكن لم يكن لديهم خيار آخر. يعمل أنور مدرسًا للغة الانجليزية مثل والده، لكنهما فقدا فجأة مصدر دخلهما ووجدا نفسيهما بلا منزل ولا مال ولا مكان يذهبان إليه. في هذه الأثناء تنتشر الأمراض وتسيطر المجاعة بسبب الزيادة السكانية في مدينة رفح ونقص السلع. تخيل أن حفاضات الأطفال بـ 100 دولار، والدجاجة بـ 35 دولاراً إذا وجدت، وكيلو البصل بـ 30 دولاراً، والقائمة مستمرة لبقية الضروريات. جعلت الأسعار الحياة صعبة للغاية لدرجة تناول وجبة صغيرة كل يومين. يشكل خطر التفجيرات صراعاً يومياً، والخوف من النزوح مستمر. يحاول أنور، على الرغم من التحديات التي يواجهها، مساعدة الآخرين المحتاجين الذين يكافحون من أجل البقاء. أنور أب لطفل عمره 10 أشهر وكان عمره خمسة أشهر فقط عندما بدأت الحرب، ويدعى طفله أكرم. إنه فتى وسيم جداً وقت حاول أنور بكل جهده أن ينقذه من الموت والهروب من مكان الى أخر وتوفير احتياجاته لذا يرجى مساعدة أنور وصبيه الجميل حتى يتمكنوا من تخطي هذه الأزمة الكبيرة يحتاج أنور وعائلته إلى 400 دولار أمريكي يوميًا على الأقل لتغطية الضروريات لعائلتهم المكونة من 12 فردًا. يمكن أن يكون لتبرعك تأثير فوري، حيث يوفر الطعام والمأوى والأمل.ويحاول أنور أن يقوم بتأمين أسرته بكافة الطرق المتاحة حتى يستطيعو اعادة حياتهم المدمرة. كل دولار مهم – كن منارة للدعم. تحركوا الآن، وأحدثوا فرقًا لعائلة أنور في .

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