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TAKE YOUR PAIN AWAY | quinn hughes.

chapter seven:

➴ chapter warnings: mention of depression/depressive episodes, calories, bad relationship with food and shitty family, hurt/comfort.

➴ word count: 2.3k

💌 from me to you: and now, TYPA has officially surpassed IYLMLMK word count!! how are we feeling about that? i’m feeling like the world’s biggest yapper ever but i just feel like quinn and maddie’s relationship reaches a whole other level of love and intimacy and i want u guys to feel that. by the end of this story, please let me know (hah) if i reached my goal :) enjoy this chapter and ily all so much! wrote this while listening to madison beer and while it was raining, cannot think of a better combo. also, this chapter hurts and heals me at the same time, and i hope it does the same to you.

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2024, MAY.

“THIS ISN’T much casual of us, is it?” you joke as you leave the car, opening the back door so you could get Bella while Quinn got your bags.

“Where’s the fun in being casual?” he jokes back, making you bite your lips, trying to hide your smile.

You and Quinn had decided to start over again, and take it easy. You were best friends and he knew you like no one else, but you grew up and, even if you didn’t want to admit it, you’d changed.

When he suggested that you go out for date nights and things people do whenever they want to be with someone, you thought that it would be a great idea. Spending time with him was one of your favorite things about living in Vancouver, so there was nothing to worry about.

Until he started to ask questions– nothing unexpected, just things like “is your favorite color still blue?” (no, I prefer purple now,) or “do you still like chocolate chip pancakes?” (more than I like myself, really,). And in the beginning it hadn’t bothered you, no, it had actually made you feel happy, wanted.

Until you remembered who you’d become.

After he and his family left, it was just you and your thoughts alone with each other, both wanting to run away but stuck inside your head. It was the things you heard from your mom, the fact that she liked to remind you that you were nothing but a shadow inside your own family and unless you were perfection itself, you wouldn’t have anything more than what she was willing to give you.

It was hearing your father, who barely spoke to you, yell at you for the tiniest things and look at you like you were the worst thing that has ever happened to him.

It was watching Peter, who once had been your best friend, your rock, your safe person, distancing himself from you, ignoring you whenever you spoke to him, leaving the sink full of dishes whenever that housekeeper wasn’t around because he knew you’d be the one cleaning them.

It was too much, and you were only fifteen. You were alone, with nothing but your thoughts and the intense, obsessive stalking of Quinn’s Instagram account, trying to understand why it was so easy for people to leave you behind.

But you didn’t blame him, or your family, how could you? It was all your doing. Maybe if you hadn’t spent too much time at the Hughes’ house, maybe if you hadn’t asked Peter to play with you so much, maybe if you were thinner and more like the models that worked at your mom’s magazine, maybe if you had been born a boy who also went to Med school, like your brother, then maybe, just maybe, things would’ve been different.

And then you moved to Los Angeles and just when you thought that things would get better, that you would get better, it all starts again. The dark days where you couldn’t do anything besides laying on your bed all day, sleeping for hours and eating perhaps a single meal per day– when and if you managed to get out of bed.

Showering became a dreadful thought because just the idea of seeing yourself in the mirror made you want to disappear. Realizing that the girl who once loved everything she touched, the girl that wore her heart outside of her body like an accessory turned into this lifeless body that rotted in bed for days made your stomach hurt and the tears run down your face.

Nicholas had been the one who helped you get out of that dark, evil place your mind had trapped you in, even when he didn’t know the reason behind it. He suggested that you should adopt a dog, the idea initially making you laugh because “I don’t want to can barely take care of myself, Nicholas, why should I adopt another living being?”. But he said that maybe you just needed a reason to keep going, and a pet could be one.

You ignored his advice, because it sounded ridiculous to you. But, one day, when you were on your way home from work, you walked past a shelter and decided to just take a look– leaving an hour later after a long cuddle session with the old dogs and Bella in your arms, eyes wet with tears when you noticed her sitting by herself, alone.

I know what it feels like, you answered when one of the workers asked you what made you choose her.

And she helped you get better, day by day, week after week. You finally spoke more than five words a week and you weren’t sleeping by yourself for the first time in years.

It felt nice to take care of someone.

But even though you got better, some days that sad, ugly feeling still made your skin crawl and your head hurt. It still came back, it still made you feel like shit.

And you didn’t want people to see that, you didn’t want Quinn to see that.

You knew that he would worry and try to find a way of helping you, just like he did whenever you had a sad day when you were younger, but you couldn’t do that to him, it wasn’t fair.

Besides that, you’re going to leave Canada in September. This thing you had going on with Quinn, no matter how happy it made you, was temporary, it wasn’t meant to last forever.

So you had to make sure that the time you spent with him was anything but perfect.

“This is so pretty” you compliment the cabin he had rented for the weekend, your first weekend off ever since you started working with your favorite brand, watching Bella roll on the green grass. “Feels like a movie.”

Quinn chuckles, opening the door for you and Bella before he gets inside with your and his bags.

If you thought the outside was pretty, the inside was ten thousand times better. The interior was a mix of stone with dark wood, the walls covered with floor to ceiling windows and the floor filled with fluffy, warm rugs. The living room couch could perfectly fit twenty people, and the kitchen had the most beautiful view you’d ever seen.

Bella started running around the second you unleashed her, jumping on the couch and sniffing the rugs, going upstairs and barking happily.

“I think Bella also likes the place,” you smile, getting closer to Quinn and kissing his cheek. “Thank you.”

He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer before initiating a sweet, gentle kiss, briefly caressing your tongue with his. He tasted like coffee and toothpaste, a weird mixture that you couldn’t get enough of.

“Don’t need to thank me, sweets,” he whispers against your lips before giving you a peck. “I asked the owners to fill up the pantry with baking stuff. I know you like to bake when you’re stressed.”

Your first instinct was to deny that you were stressed and say that you were just fine, but as always, he could see right through you. It had been a stressful week, with weird schedules and locations, besides getting used to living in another city, again.

But you thought you were doing a great job at hiding your true feelings from Quinn.

Well. Maybe not.

“I’m much better now,” you answer, not exactly lying. You are much better now. “But I guess it won’t hurt to bake a pie or two.”

“Great.” He hugs you closer, resting his chin on the top of your head. “Let’s organize our things, and you’re free to go.”

You smile, excited to forget about your responsibilities for two days straight.

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BAKING FOR Quinn was now your favorite activity.

He didn’t try to get in your way like most people do whenever they see someone cooking, no. He sat on one of the stools and played with Bella while you explained to him the steps for baking the most perfect blueberry lattice pie in the entire world.

You noticed something while spending these past few weeks with Quinn: whenever you were around him, it was like calories and dieting didn’t matter. It was almost as if that voice that lived inside of your brain, who liked to remind you that you shouldn’t, couldn’t gain weight— because then you wouldn’t be perfect, the only thing your mom wanted for you— vanished, and only nice thoughts remained.

You have read about this before, in books and posts online— about people getting better because of other people. And even though you knew it was possible for someone to enjoy living again because of something (it happened with you and Bella), the thought of getting better because of another person hadn’t crossed your mind before having Quinn back in your life again.

It was nice.

The pie was ready after an hour and a half, looking deliciously tasty and perfect, which made you smile and snap a bunch of pictures of it.

You and Quinn sat down at the living room table, watching the sun setting through the windows and arguing with each other about which place had the nicest sunset: Vancouver or Los Angeles. You cut him a slice, which earned you a quick peck on your lips and a raspy thank you, watching as he munched on the pie, satisfied with his pleased reaction.

“This is my first time eating blueberry pie ever since you left.”

Quinn’s statement makes you pause, fork mid air, a slice of pie falling back onto your place.

You frown, confused. “What do you mean? You spent the last seven years without eating your favorite pie? Why?”

“What made this pie my favorite one was the fact that you were the one baking it,” he laughs humorlessly, staring at the half eaten slice on his plate. “When my mom tried making it for me a few years ago, I ended up snapping at her and earning a slap from my dad.”

“That wasn't very nice of you,” you chuckle, putting the fork down. “But I get what you mean. After you left I–” I stopped caring about everything else. “I stopped baking. Mom didn’t appreciate how caloric my food was and my dad—” he called my cooking disgusting once. “Well, he’s not a fan of sweets.”

“I’m sorry.” He apologies, and you’re not even sure why.

“What? No, it’s fine, you didn’t do anything wrong by leaving—”

“I meant I’m sorry about your family.”

You stare at him, fighting back the tears that immediately formed in your eyes. Blinking them away, you shrug.

“It’s fine.”

“It isn’t, Maddie, and you know it.” He grabs your hand underneath the table, running his thumb up and down on the back of your hand, the familiar touch making you smile.

“They’re the only family I have,” you tried to sound playful, only being half successful. “It’s alright, Quinny, I swear. Besides, we’re not here to talk about my family.” you change the topic quickly, not wanting to ruin the vibe with stories about your not so happy family.

He raises his right eyebrow at you. “Then why are we here?”

“Bella, look at him asking dumb questions,” you turn around, talking to Bella who was currently extremely busy destroying her carrot shaped toy on the carpet. “We’re here to watch my favorite movies and drink hot chocolate.”

“It’s May,” he points out.

“And?”

“It’s almost summer. No one drinks hot chocolate in May,”

“Oh my God, should we call the police? Should we invite Willy Wonka?” you laugh, getting off the chair. “Come on. I know you want it.”

“Do I at least get to choose the movie?” he theatrically sighs, also getting off the chair and following you around the gigantic cabin.

“I’ll see what I can do for you.”

You end up letting him choose the movie while you prepared the hot chocolate, which later you would regret, because he had chosen The Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind, a movie that you had never seen before and will probably never watch again.

You were sitting beside him, trying your hardest to hide your tears and sniffles, because, surprisingly, Quinn looked like he was enjoying the depressing, extremely sad movie.

But you probably weren’t doing a great job because— “Baby?”

You only hum, hiding your face in your knees.

“Oh, my sweet girl,” he whispers, changing his position on the couch, grabbing your hand and pulling you close to his chest, adjusting your body so you were lying on top of him, face buried in his neck. “There’s no need for you to cry, baby.”

“‘M sorry,” you mumble, feeling embarrassed and somewhat childish for breaking out like this in front of him, when he was clearly enjoying the movie.

“What are you sorry for? There’s nothing wrong with crying because you’re sad,” he kisses your temple, wrapping his hand around your waist and pulling one of your thighs up, fitting you perfectly against him. “I should be the one saying sorry. I saw Jim Carrey and thought the movie was going to be funny.”

You let out a wet chuckle, inhaling his comforting scent and wishing you could stay like this forever.

He runs his thumb on your cheeks, wiping the tears away. You feel him moving around and suddenly the movie’s sounds stop, and you wonder what he’s doing, too lazy to look up and see it for yourself.

But after Mabel’s characteristic laugh, you find yourself smiling and lifting your head to stare at Gravity Falls playing on the huge TV.

“Do you still like this dumbass cartoon?” Quinn asks, making you smile wider.

“It’s not dumb. And, yeah, it’s still my favorite.”

“Good.”

After that you both stay quiet for a long time, the only sounds coming from Bella’s snores, the TV, and occasionally, your laugh.

Quinn knew exactly what to do with you, even when not even you knew what had— needed— to be done. He held you close that night and your heart felt lighter and steadier.

You wanted to be his.

So. Bad.

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brothers best friend w matt pls 🙏🏼🙏🏼

bfb!matt, who couldn't be more grateful for nick befriending you.

bfb!matt, who was a little too willing to drive nick to your house!

bfb!matt, who would always find himself getting caught up in the girls' company (madison, madi, and you) cause of how calming it was compared to the boys.

bfb!matt, who would never let down an opportunity of coming to your house. you forgot your makeup bag? he's bringing it! you forgot your favorite top? he's bringing it! he loved coming to your house. in contrast to his, yours was so homey, always smelled of candles and just so girly!

bfb!matt, who would talk his brothers' ears off about you.

bfb!matt, who was so quiet and shy, it did things to you.

bfb!matt, who would watch you do your lip combo in his passenger seat, mesmerized by your movements. every time you'd finish, you'd rub your lips together and ask him if it looks good. only if you knew what that did to him.

bfb!matt, who shared a music taste with you. you'd bond over mac miller, frank ocean and many more. you'd try to put him on lana del rey too, but that was where he drew the line. that's fine, though, cause he'd still listen for you.

bfb!matt, who would give you his clothes to sleep in. he loved that when you returned them they smelled like you. truth was he wishes he could never wash them again.

bfb!matt, who loved smoking with you. he'd roll a blunt while you picked out music to play in the background. truth was, you got a little too bold and a bit touchy with him when you smoked, but he wasn't one to complain. he'd always welcome it... especially with the way you looked over to him with droppy eyes, your skin shining from the lack of AC in his room, your hair a mess and repping one of his baggy hoodies.

bfb!matt, whose heart fell to his ass when you suddenly leaned in. to his disappointment, you just grabbed his cap and put it on backward, just like he had worn it previously. "do i look good, matthew?" you said as you took your phone at to look at yourself in the camera, "you know you always look good, y/n." he said with a sigh. "oh, is that so?" you said, and all he did has hum ,all the confidence he had suddenly dissappearing. on the other hand, your confidence was on the roof right now, the combination of him thinking you looked good and the drugs you couldn't help but smash your lips against his, you both getting lost in it, grabbing each other wherever you can.

bfb!matt, who would steal a kiss in every function you guys would find yourselves in. sneaking around was so fun. pretending like this should be a huge secret. often times, he'd find himself complaining about your sticky lip gloss, or even worse, or lip plumper that he was sooo dramatically explaining it would burn his lips off. either way you couldn't help but laugh at him cause you knew he'd keep kissing you.

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So hot, you got a heart attack

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”Delicate?!” Dean exclaimed, definitely filing that away to hold over Castiel’s head the next time he annoyed him with some excuse about leading garrisons and being immune to kindness. Madison’s claim that the sour combo burned had Dean rolling his eyes. “Y’know what you and Sam just don’t have an evolved palate, you’re both drama queens- that’s why Cas is the only one I let try my good stuff…” he added, as if he wasn’t Castiel’s main tormentor when it came to awful snacks and pranks regarding food in general.

“So.. what are you saying?” Dean turned to her. “You’d… be alright coming on the road then. I mean, you wouldn’t have to come on every hunt; you could still have your home and.. well I.. you, we could make.. room.” He stammered a bit, feeling nervous to outright ask her while trying to remain suave and confident in his behaviors.

“Oh..” he swallowed softly; biting back a fondly smile that wanted to come out when she’d agreed to put her hands in his hair again. His face remained rosy pink and the sweep of excitement in his chest was even harder to disguise when Madison scooted closer still. “Would you feed me ice cream if I was hurt too then?” He teased with a gentle tone, tapping his fingers against the wheel, pulling into a parking stall. His eyes were scanning all over for a half naked guy in a towel, unaware that Cas was a mirror version of him, well, minus the flannel. Getting out he rubbed his hands together and blew into them. “Brr…” he exhaled. “D’you want my coat?” He asked her, shrugging out of it and holding the warmed fabric out to Madison.

The cool air of the morning was significantly more bearable for Castiel than the night had been, but still cold. He was on the swing-set half overgrown with weeds near the playground slides and the half empty sandbox with his head down staring at the divots his feet had made dragging back and for the in the dirt for the last few hours. His face was splotchy and red as if he’d been crying the entire night; his eyes were puffy, his nose was cold, and his lips were chapped from both cold and thirst. But he refused to get up and leave; the angels had to hear him… they had to come find him— he had to get back to normal.

He’d resigned himself to sit and wait stubbornly, even if it was clear no one was coming to “save” him. He’d bled through Sam’s bandages; but it didn’t really hurt, not anymore anyway or maybe it did but he was used to it. He figured that would be one more thing added to the list for Dean to rip into him about if he didn’t get his grace back in order to fix everything; even the stained shirt. Part of him knew he hadn’t gone back to Madison’s because he didn’t actually know the way back, but also because he was tired and sore and hungry and too prideful to admit needing help. So when the sun had started to rise and the dew fell on him leaving him wet and in despair Cas sat there freezing and in pain praying in every language and form he knew how, but nobody was listening. Nobody found him.

Deans fumbling & stuttering was actually… cute. Seeing him flustered & confused, seeing him express something other than anger was comforting. Maybe he was a normal boy. She fought back her smile & nodded trying to sympathize w/ him, “yeah he’s kinda cute I guess. Maybe not in a rugged manly way… more of a soft delicate way… but then again I don’t really know him.” She eyed him, “but I mean… it’s okay.”

Her soft features pinched at the sour. “It burns!” She whined smacking her tongue to the roof of her mouth trying to wash away the taste. “Mmmm no, I’m not letting you poisonous yourself or the others w/ your weird snacks.” Her head flung back laughing. “You need a woman’s cooking to set your stomach right.”

When Dean began loudly belting out the first bars of the song Madison rolled her eyes. It was hard to keep a straight face when he was slapping the wheel & singing to her. For humor, she lightly began singing back to him. At the mention of screaming at him she smirked, raising her voice a bit creeping up to match his effort in song.

Deans sudden change in demeanor didn’t go unnoticed. She turned her entire body tugging at the seatbelt to give herself more room to face him. “Yeah… that one. When you let me put my hands in your hair.” She inched closer again. Head turning back & forth between Dean & the road unaware he was doing the same thing. She didn’t know Dean was eyeing her the way she had been eyeing him. In a hungry, curious way. “No fights… no interruptions.”

Slowly the car drove up on a local park.

#rpwiththelilflower #c; madison #c; dean (there ain't no other men like me)#c; castiel ( the abandoned son)

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xtruss · 2 years ago

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The Talk of the Town: The Shit-Kickers of Madison Avenue! The Rituals of Private-School Teens on the Upper East Side.

— By Lillian Ross | February 12, 1995

Students outside a School. Photograph by Susan Meiselas/Magnum

The tenth graders heading up Madison Avenue at 7:30 a.m. to the private high schools are freshly liberated from their dental braces, and their teeth look pearly and magnificent. They are fifteen years old. During the week, they arrive, by bus or on foot, singly or in pairs or in clusters, and they make their way up the west side of Madison—they call it the “cool” side—toward their schools: Dalton, on East Eighty-ninth; Sacred Heart and Spence, on East Ninety-first; Nightingale-Bamford, on East Ninety-second; the Lycée Français, on East Ninety-fifth. Brearley and Chapin are farther east; Collegiate, Columbia Prep, and Trinity are in the west; Browning is south; Horace Mann, Riverdale, and Fieldston are in the north. On the weekends, the tenth graders from all points will find a way to get together. Today is only Tuesday.

Boys and girls spill out of the Eighty-sixth Street crosstown buses at Madison Avenue and join the flow of their counterparts heading north. The walking tenth graders greet one another in soft, kindly rhythms, in polite, gentle tones. The boys greet one another with high fives. Girls with girls and girls with boys bestow quick, sweet kisses on one another’s cheeks—some cheeks still not completely rid of hints of baby fat. No routine air kisses from these kids. Their kisses are heartfelt, making their unity, their devotion to and trust in one another, palpable. Kisses from their mouths are like the cool little first nippy smacks of a very young baby.

Most of the tenth graders are in the habit of leaving home without eating any breakfast. Still in clusters, with fifteen minutes to get to school, they pause in doorways. One girl in a cluster of five takes out a pack of Marlboro Lights—the brand favored at the moment—and each member of the cluster participates in lighting the cigarette, striking the match, guarding the flame, offering a propane lighter. They share. The lighted cigarette is passed from mouth to mouth. They all inhale, the girls twisting their mouths like tough pros, exhaling the smoke from a tiny corner opening on one side of the lips.

One angelic-looking blond beauty with raw, red nostrils takes a puff, inhales deeply, and says wearily, “I’ve like got the fucking flu or something.”

“Fuck the you know fucking germs,” another one says smoothly, reassuringly, a positive reinforcer.

“I got home like three?” another member of the cluster says, making her statement in the form of a question. “I sweat Henry? Who you sweat? Anybody?”

The others regard her skeptically. “Nobody,” one says.

“I sweat the shit out of Henry,” the one who got home at three says mildly.

On the feet of all the members of this cluster are boots, not quite Timberland. The girls, some wearing black panty hose or black kneesocks, have on chic black laceups, all with Vibram soles, all with steel tips. One girl wearing laceups two feet high lifts a knee, turning the booted foot this way and that. “New shit-kickers!” she squeals, but in subdued, ladylike tones.

“Cool,” the angelic-looking one with the flu says. “Cool shit-kickers.”

They crush out their shared cigarette with the heels of their shit-kickers, and they go to school.

Whenever the tenth graders have a break in their school program, and daily at 12:35 p.m., they head for one of their hangouts. The second floor of Jackson Hole, at the southwest corner of Ninety-first and Madison, is in at the moment. On this Tuesday, at 12:36 p.m., six four-place tables and a couple of two-place tables, accommodating twenty-eight customers, are filled. Ketchup bottles absolutely full are at the ready on every table. A teen-age Al Pacino-look-alike waiter serves them their first meal of the day: lone platters of ketchup-doused French fries or fried onion rings, or combo French fries and onion rings, and Cokes. A late arrival, dark-eyed, and smaller and chubbier than the ones settled in, turns up, and a place is found for her. Tearfully, she reports that her French teacher sprang a surprise test on her class, and she thinks she did badly on it.

“Don’t like get fucking stressed out,” a girl says, offering that same kindly positive reinforcement.

“Fucking teachers,” a companion says, chewing on a fry and simultaneously taking a drag on a cigarette and passing it on. “I’m on my way you know to lunch, and the fucking teacher asks where I’m going?” The statements continue to sound as though they were questions. “I don’t want teachers being like into my you know business?”

“I miss the teacher who used to be a model and then left the school and went to Africa to be a nun?” someone says. “She would like talk you know about her experiences? She was very like open to everybody?” The others at the table and the girls at all the other tables agree that they miss the teacher who went to Africa to be a nun. One of the girls, very pretty, with long dark hair, is “presenting” a party and hands out printed invitations. She has dark glasses pushed up on top of her hair. She wears silver loop earrings, a double in the left ear, a single in the right. At her throat hangs a large wooden cross. The invitation shows a picture of Stonehenge on one side, and the other side has a long list of names of people supporting the party, which has a title: “The Farside.”

“I can’t go to the party?” one of the fifteen-year-olds says. “My father grounded me? Because I was smoking?”

“My mom is trying to like ship me off to a fucking school in fucking Spain?” another girl says. “Unless I you know quit smoking?”

“I want to quit, but I can’t? I don’t have a choice? It’s too late?” one fatalist says.

The party entrepreneur explains that she is working with six other presenters to spread the invitations around, to telephone friends at the schools to the east, west, north, and south, and to obtain the services of a really topnotch d.j. They are working with a well-to-do party producer, whose take of the proceeds will be forty per cent, the balance to be divided evenly among the seven presenters. Admission to the party will be twelve dollars per person.

“This rich, older guy is like experienced you know?” she says “He’s twenty-nine?”

The mention of the number draws forth gasps.

“Fucking twenty-nine,” one of the girls says. “That’s the age of those actors in that mindless ‘90210’ or that mindless ‘Melrose Place.’ They’re twenty-nine, and they’re like playing our age.”

At any rate, there are plans to be made. The party is going to start at 10 p.m. The girls will spend the afternoon before in preparations.

“Here’s what we’ll do,” the entrepreneur says. “We need five hours. You three come to my house you know at five? You bring all your clothes? I take everything out of my closet and spread everything out on the floor? We try on all the stuff? Depending on what kind of mood we’re in, we make our selection?”

“We have to be fucking blunt,” one of the potential guests says. “About what like looks good on us.”

“Then we take showers? Half an hour? Then we like shave our legs? Half an hour? Then we like put cream on our legs? Half an hour? Then we call up everybody who’s been like grounded? We talk to them for at least an hour? Maybe we give them an hour and a half? Then we go out and buy a quart of vodka and some orange juice and cranberry juice? Then we go to somebody else’s house and drink vodka with orange juice or vodka and cranberry juice? Then we get dressed? Then we get another quart of vodka and go to somebody else’s house? We become like outgoing? And we make calls to friends and invite them over? By then, we’ll be ready to go?”

On the first school day after the weekend, promptly at 12:36 p.m., the tenth graders are back in place at Jackson Hole, smoking, chewing gum, eating fries and onion rings, and reviewing the party. “I like feel real ripped off?” the young Farside presenter-entrepreneur is saying. “Too many people came to the party, which was at this nice club on West Forty-seventh Street? There were hundreds pushing and shoving and clogging the street, and the police came? And they said we had to be carded, because they had a bar? And we you know didn’t like have cards, so this twenty-nine-year-old rich guy said the fee for getting the club had to be raised from three thousand dollars to eight thousand dollars, because they had to close the bar and were not allowed you know to sell us drinks? And everybody had to pay twenty dollars instead of twelve dollars just to get in? So, but even so, nobody like wanted to leave? And it was so crowded you couldn’t even dance? And at the end of it the twenty-nine-year-old rich guy took forty per cent, and all I got was about fifty fucking dollars, after I did all the fucking work and made a million phone calls?”

She chews on a French fry, accepts a glowing Marlboro Light from the girl beside her at the table, and takes a quick puff. The chubby, dark-eyed girl who was stressed out by her French teacher comes over from another table and gives the entrepreneur a soft, comforting kiss on the cheek, and one by one all the other tenth graders in the area come over and do the same. ♦

— Published in the print edition of the February 20 & 27, 1995, The New Yorker Issue.

Lillian Ross (1918-2017) joined the staff of The New Yorker in 1945, during the Second World War, and worked with Harold Ross, the magazine’s founder and first editor.

Adolescent Envy

In 1978, Jamaica Kincaid published a spare short story in The New Yorker titled “Girl.” Consisting of one long run-on sentence, the story offers a brief but illuminating portrait of its young subject’s life. “This is how a man bullies you; this is how to love a man,” Kincaid writes, “this is how to spit up in the air if you feel like it, and this is how to move quick so that it doesn’t fall on you; this is how to make ends meet.” The piece is brief but piercing, proffering ever more constricting instructions for how a young woman should act, should be seen, should be heard. It’s a miniature masterpiece of storytelling that exhibits an intimate knowledge of the often narrow confines of girlhood.

This week, we’re bringing you a selection of pieces about adolescence and teen-age yearning. In “The Shit-Kickers of Madison Avenue,” Lillian Ross explores the world of private-school teens on the Upper East Side. (“Each member of the cluster participates in lighting the cigarette, striking the match, guarding the flame. . . . The lighted cigarette is passed from mouth to mouth. They all inhale, the girls twisting their mouths like tough pros, exhaling the smoke from a tiny corner opening on one side of the lips.”) In “Evening with a Gifted Child,” from 1940, Joseph Mitchell describes a visit with a piano prodigy living in Harlem. In “Just Like Children Leading Normal Lives,” the burlesque performer Gypsy Rose Lee reflects on her life as a school-age entertainer. In “Tavi Says,” from 2010, Lizzie Widdicombe examines the intriguing work of the young fashion blogger and editor Tavi Gevinson. (“Though the fashion world is accustomed to both youth and eccentricity, Tavi is a rare spectacle. Seeing her moving through the scrum backstage at a fashion show, elaborately costumed and surrounded by paparazzi, brings to mind a religious procession involving a Buddhist child deity.”) In “The Cherubs Are Rumbling,” Walter Bernstein considers the highs and lows in the lives of teen street-gang members in Brooklyn. In “The Gangsters,” by Colson Whitehead, an adult narrator recounts his summers among a group of Black teen-agers on Long Island. Finally, in “Tamara,” by Vladimir Nabokov, which was published six years before the release of “Lolita,” a man recalls an adolescent romance with a teen-age girl he encountered in Russia. “That hushed July afternoon,” Nabokov writes, “when I discovered her standing quite still in the emerald light of a birch grove (only her eyes were moving), she seemed to have been spontaneously generated there, among those watchful young trees, with the silent completeness of a mythological manifestation.”

—Erin Overbey, Archive Editor

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iron-hades · 3 years ago

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Meet my new bunny OC Rebecca. She's a bit shy but she she has been growing more confident as of late. She used to be a bit on the pudgy side until one day she decided to give it a shot at losing that weight. She signed up at a local gym and almost quit after a week after feeling like she didn't belong surrounded by all these people in better shape. Luckily she made a mew friend in the form of another one of my OCs Madison. Madison encouraged her to keep going and the two became workout buddies. She even started to develop a bit of crush on Madison despite being too shy ask for her contact info so they can talk and hangout outside of the their workout sessions. This came to bite in her in the ass when the gym the went to had to close for a few months due a bug infestation and some renovations. While Madison ended finding the gym Katherine owns and went there, Rebecca did not. When the two finally met up again Rebecca was surprised to see how much Madison had changed since she started working out at Katherine's gym. Madison suddenly got not just a buffer body but also: bigger boobs, a huge curvy ass, and large soft lips. Once Madison started to flirt with her she thought she was having one her wet dreams about Madison. When she got invited to go to Katherine's gym she said yes in a heartbeat. This would mark the start of Madison and Katherine efforts to seduce her into joining Madison as one of Katherine's sex slaves. For the base I used a combo of parts from Rancidious bases

#my ocs #rebecca #RAS

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thebibliophilevigilante · 2 months ago

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Jason hadn’t realized that he had been holding his breath until Madison reached her verdict. He offered a small smile before he tapped the seat reassuringly. “You’re not a mood killer. I overstepped. Stay with the bike, though, and I’ll be right back.”

He went into the diner to the ordering counter, nibbling on his lower lip the entire way. Maybe he shouldn’t have called her out like that. He definitely shouldn’t have mentioned her eyes, especially not how he had referenced them the night before as Red Hood. The way she squinted at him, she was putting two and two together. Hood would probably have to lay low on patrol for a few days from her to be safe.

...Which would probably ruin her mood more for that day. He was just batting a thousand.

One of the diner employees approached the counter, and he quickly rattled off the order: two double hamburger combos with fries and bottles of water. His teal eyes wandered to the window out to his bike, where a brunette girl had draped a heavy brown jacket over herself. He couldn’t help the smile that danced across his face. Despite their hiccup, they had a good day. Hopefully, the better aspects outweighed the bad.

Once he received a plastic bag with their items, he strutted right out, handing the bag to Madison before climbing on. He roared the engine to life and took them only a couple miles away, opting for a road that led outside the edge of the city to plush green, rolling hills. It was a backroad that would eventually lead to Wayne Manor, but they certainly weren’t going up that far.

He found the perfect spot to pull off, a place where Bruce had taken him the day they met. You could see the entire cityscape of Gotham off toward the left along with the Atlantic Ocean dead ahead. The sky was a slew of shades in orange, red, even some pink and purple as the sun sank lower and lower behind them.

Madison opted to lean forward on the bike, while Jason leaned back against it. He glanced down at her, the way her hair fell just perfectly over her arm, how she was focused on the landscape in front of her. His lips curled into a warm smile.

“You have nothing to apologize over. If I’m honest...I kind of liked the attention. That hair thing felt amazing.”

She took one of her fries and brought it to his lips, causing him to smirk before he took a big nibble of the fried potato. “Only the special ones get to see some of my favorite places, which you should take as a compliment because it’s a rarity.” He snagged one of his own fries and popped it into his mouth. “Like some people I know, I’m a workaholic. So...no, I don’t date much, nor do I sleep around.”

There was movement out of the corner of his eye, and he saw the way her hips were rotating. He could just envision the way she’d move if she were on top of him, straddling him, using his body to gyrate against as he coaxed her to chasing her own climax...

“Though, if the opportunity were to present itself..”

Jesus, he felt depraved. He cut himself off with a shake of his head and tried to divert the conversation.

“How have you found the Gotham dating scene compared to, let’s say, California? Have a chance to experience any little meet-cutes like ours since you got out here?”

When it comes to getting intel, there are several ways to go about it. One could ask politely, or ask the right questions to eventually draw information from their target. There is intimidation, threatening your target and demanding the information in exchange for remaining unharmed. Then there is incognito surveillance, appearing inconspicuous and melding in with one’s environment just listening and watching.

The current session was the latter.

A raven-haired man with a blanched tuft in his bangs kept his teal eyes trained on the book in his massive, calloused right hand. His left swirled his take-away cup absentmindedly. He was reading words, but they weren’t registering in his brain. His focus was more concentrated on the conversations around him, and what information he could gather before his next patrol.

The first three rules of real estate are location, location, location. Burnley Brewhouse definitely had that, especially for Jason Todd. It was conveniently placed right on the very edge of Burnley, practically at the juncture of where Crime Alley and The Bowery neighborhoods started (which were all Jason’s domain). By day, the neighborhood was full of regular citizens, students and tourists. By night, the whole area was crawling with denizens of the dark wheeling and dealing for their own personal gain and vices while putting others at risk.

Jason brought his cup to his mouth for a sip, his eyes flicking to the counter where two men with heavier builds were waiting for their order. One had a rough 5 o’clock shadow, the other a scraggly, unkempt blond beard, both wearing holy jeans and beat-up leather jackets. He recalled seeing them once during a patrol a couple of weeks prior, skulking around by the Freight Yards. They were definitely up to no good then, and could offer him decent information in the present. The barista handed both of them a take-away cup, and his eyes quickly glanced down to his book again, his peripherals watching as they meandered around to sit at a table caddy-corner from his in the back corner of the shop.

“Terry was telling me about that new candy order he has coming in,” 5 O’Clock muttered lowly to his friend. “Said it should get here overnight, and we can distribute to the stores first thing in the morning.”

Scraggles ran his nails over his beard as he listened. “Loaded with sugar? Y’know these kids can’t get enough of their sugar.”

“He said it was everything needed from the inventory list. He said he has his pal Molly coming in to help with the shipment too.”

There was a small pause before, “How many donuts did he get and where from?”

“11 for the crew. I think he said they’re from Declan’s over on 14th Street.”

Jason had to refrain from rolling his eyes. Those two idiots were blatantly discussing a drug drop in broad daylight just as if they were talking about a regular candy store shipment.

He switched the book to his right hand as he snagged a napkin from the holder and a pen from the table. He scribbled a note to himself, writing the characters’ names from his book, followed by “PG 11, DL 14.” He knew his own shorthand; the character names were to keep up appearances. “PG 11” would remind him the drop was scheduled for 11, and “DL 14” would remind him the ship would be at Dock Bay 14.

His attention went back to his book as he brought the pen to his lips, teeth nibbling on the retractable plunge as he appeared deep in thought. He was about to tune back into 5 O’Clock and Scraggly’s conversation when the cafe’s entry bell rung.

His eyes flitted to the door to assess the entrant, and he froze. A young brunette with piercing dark eyes was glancing around, looking for a place to perch herself no doubt. She was breathtaking, and certainly unlike any other person he had seen come in to Burnley’s. As she turned to the counter, he couldn’t help the large grin that danced over his face. First he got lucky with the tip-off. Would he be lucky enough for that gorgeous girl to sit anywhere within his vicinity?

@rpwiththelilflower

#thebibliophilevigilante #rpwiththelilflower

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tots5678 · 6 years ago

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Some of my favorite things... hair, makeup, accessories & bold colors. Comment below do you have a favorite combo of summer colors? Tag 2 friends who you think would rock this look! ********************************* HAIR: @mielleorganics Mint Almond Oil & Mongongo Thermal Protection Spray + @sheamoisture Red Palm Oil & CoCoa Butter Styling Gelee BROWS: @anastasiabeverlyhills Dip Brow EYES: @palladiobeauty Eyeland Vibes Palette LASHES: @ardellbeauty Double Up Lashes no. 207 FOUNDATION: @maybelline SuperStay Foundation CONCEALER: @tartecosmetics Shape Tape CONTOUR: @wetnwildbeauty Contour Palette HIGHLIGHT: @lancomeofficial Sparkling Peche LIPS: @anastasiabeverlyhills Madison & @nyxcosmetics Run the World EARRINGS: @kohls

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What is it about Richonne that makes you so good at writing toe curling stories about them? I love them, but how do they inspire you to write the stories you've written?

Oof. That’s a heavy one. Okay. ::deep breaths::

Firstly, I’m a huuuuuuuuuuuuge romantic. Always have been. My idea of love is born from reading Shakespeare as a kid. LOL R&J was my favorite, hands down forever. Reading/watching things like Wuthering Heights, Beauty and the Beast, Les Miserables, The Phantom of the Opera, and more modern affairs like Bonnie and Clyde, The Great Gatsby....god the way movies like The Affair (Richard Gere, Diane Lane) or The Bridges of Madison County (and too many others to name) depict attraction, desire, and the physical/emotional journey that is falling in love (or lust) has always fascinated me. This mindset lends itself perfectly to shipping. The OTP is a beautiful creation. Ever seen White Palace or Sex, Lies, and Videotape with James Spader? ::fans self::

Love, in my mind, is not only a choice you make to stick by a person through everything, it’s something you feel in your bones. More than your bones. When I fall in love, I fall hard. What’s the purpose of loving someone if you don’t show them exactly what that means to you? Love is something you act on, with purpose. It’s a doing word, as one of my favorite Massive Attack songs goes.

And that is why I am such complete TRASH for these two.

Let me organize my thoughts so I don’t ramble. (First time doing this, not as good at it as some of these other phenomenal ladies I follow)

1. Rick is a man of action.

There are countless examples of this, all of which I’m sure we’ve all re-watched over and over again or read droves of fanfiction to see again in our mind’s eye from as many different angles as possible. For science, LOL. This man is so GOTDAMN sexy. Everything about him is sexy, but the sexiest thing about his character -- and especially the way our beloved Andy plays him -- is that rather than doing a lot of talking and declaring love, Rick shows Michonne (and his family) what love means to him. To him, love means swallowing pride, sacrifice, putting that person’s life before his own, protecting and providing at all costs. It makes me wet just thinking about what a grown ass man he is.

2. I worship Michonne. She is my queen, too.

I was just mentioning to someone on “Tell It To The Dead” that sometimes I think I am writing myself as Rick, when I describe how smitten he is with everything about her. What he sees and admires in my stories are exactly what I see and admire in this character, and in particular, the way Danai --- gorgeous, queenly, fucking AMAZING Danai -- plays her. I could watch her on screen forever. So if I ramble in my stories about her skin, her lips, her sparkling eyes, her strength, her beauty, Rick’s utter devotion to her...it’s mostly because I myself, If she were mine (or if I were Rick) would feel exactly the same way and may even be driven to some of the extreme acts of affection I assign him for her in my stories. Can’t be helped. I love her.

3. I started out as a screenwriter, but my heart belongs to books.

I’ve said this before, but it’s just as true and crazy now as it probably will be for the rest of my life. What I’ll do with this strange combo of visual thinking and depth of prose, I don’t know quite yet.

I must, I must be immersed. I cannot pay attention otherwise. I must see it, hear it, touch it, smell it, feel it. We don’t read fanfiction just for the hell of it. We do so because what we see on screen makes us yearn for more. So that we can picture these characters we love in other worlds, going on new adventures, or new versions of old adventures.

How many times have we all swooned when Rick hit us with one of those slow, crooked grins of his?

Or when Michonne’s fingers find their way (inevitably) into those thick curls?

Or when the sun hits Michonne’s beautiful face....just...so...?

Or when he looks at her, and you can SEE IT ALL OVER HIS FACE, he is head over heels in love with her?

I try my hardest to bring all of that chemistry we see on screen to the page. Otherwise, I don’t think I’m doing them justice. Otherwise, I can’t fall in love with their love the way I do when I’m watching it unfold on the show.

So! ALLLLLLLLLLLLL OF THAT to say that it’s a combo of my extreme romanticism, hardcore fangirl tendencies, and a strange lack of attention span that allows me to reach my Richonne Space(tm). That and plenty of wine.

I’m so glad you guys like the stories so far!

-Kendra

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thecineastes-blog · 8 years ago

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Grand Prix: The Cineastes' RPDR RuView

It is our favorite time of the year (and no, we don’t mean Christmas). Last week RuPaul’s Drag Race Season 9′s cast has finally been revealed! So once RPDR premieres in March, we’ll be giving our reviews and critiques. We’ll be giving you the top moments of the episode, the shadiest moment of the episode, our favorite queen of the episode, our least favorite queen of the episode, and our predictions for next week.

For Season 9, 13 Queens enter Thunderdome for a chance at being the next Drag Queen Supreme. Now let us RuView the Queens!

Aja

Real Name: Jay Rivera

Age: 22

Hometown: Brooklyn, New York, NY, USA

Thoughts:

Jonny: I was surprised that Aja didn’t know what her drag name meant, especially since this is what people will know you as. The film she was referring to a Bollywood film called Disco Dancer (which is good, check it out!); and the song is “Jimmy Jimmy Ajaa Ajaa”. Now Aja is an interesting name, in Hindi it means goat (whereas aaja in hindi, means come). Aja seems to be a bit wet behind the ears. Her aesthetic is very strong, but her personality seems really subdued. I hope she can pick her energy up and stand out this season.

Anais: She’s kind of like the love child of Naomi Smalls and Kim Chi. Totally get the anime, pastel bondage aesthetic she’s laying down, but She seems very lackadaisical and “young”. I feel like anytime someone says they’re not competitive...

Alexis Michelle

Real Name: Alex Michaels

Age: 33

Hometown: New York, New York, USA

Thoughts:

Jonny: Alexis is one of my favorite contenders by far this season. I’ve seen Alexis all the time in New York, and I know she is going to give them all a run for their money!

Anais: A very versatile queen, serving lots of different looks. Lip sync talents indeed-I look forward to seeing her in the competition. She comes off as very level headed and has her shit together.

Charlie Hides

Real Name: Charlie Hides

Age: 52

Hometown: Boston, Massachusetts, USA/London, England, UK

Thoughts:

Jonny: This British expat seems to be bringing polished looks and a fun sense of humor. Looking so youthful and spirited, I wonder what Charlie has to offer?!

Anais: Uh, I’m sorry 52?! How are you still so youthful looking and pretty?! Age aside, she has a great sense of humor, and does many different comedic celebrity impressions (her Lana Del Rey will kill you.) More fascinators!

Eureka [O’Hara]

Real Name: David Huggard

Age: 25

Hometown: Johnson City, TN, USA

Thoughts:

Jonny: Speaking in the third person can be either very endearing or very annoying. Will this finally be the year of the Big Girl? And did the production team drop the “O’Hara” surname to distance her from another more controversial alumnus?

Anais: I wouldn’t blame them if they did. Especially after All Stars 2. She says she’s a dancing queen, high energy, but I didn’t really get that. She may be a dancing fool...or just a fool?

Farrah Moan

Real Name: Cameron Clayton

Age: 23

Hometown: Las Vegas, NV, USA

Thoughts:

Jonny: I was not expecting that origin story for her drag name. She reminds me of a very young Courtney Act. It seems her pheromones are giving off fetish.

Anais: I feel like she doesn’t even get her own name? She just seems like a “look queen”, be that from editing or how she actually is, time will tell.

Jaymes Mansfield

Real Name: James Wirth

Age: 26

Hometown: Madison, WI, USA

Thoughts:

Jonny: Funky and fun, reminds me of a young Varla Jean Merman. Though I’m not loving the whole boa and bathing suit combo for her promo pic.

Anais: Jaymes has that offbeat, slightly dark sense of humor that I gravitate towards. Love it.

Kimora Blac

Real Name: Von Dulce

Age: 28

Hometown: Las Vegas, NV, USA

Thoughts:

Jonny: Barbie, someone has a really high opinion of themselves. You have strong make up skills, I just want to see some versatility. Contestants who have always said (repeatedly) that they are pretty or serving body have tended to be a one trick pony.

Anais: I have a fun drinking game idea-every time she says Barbie or talks about how attractive she is-take a drink! (We may all die from alcohol poisoning...)

Nina Bo'nina Brown

Real Name: Pierre Leverne Dease

Age: 34

Hometown: Atlanta, GA, USA

Thoughts:

Jonny: Avant-Garde and what I want to see in Queens more often on the show! Nina pushes the limits and is on the fringes of Drag and push sensibilities.

Anais: She seems very cool, off beat and super funny. Three words: Catch phrase machine-Definitely one of my favorites.

Peppermint

Real Name: (Not revealed yet)

Age: 37

Hometown: New York, NY, USA

Thoughts:

Jonny: Peppermint was one of the first drag queens I ever saw in NYC. I’m surprised she has not been on the show sooner! She can sing, dance, perform comedy and act. it’ll be interesting to see the first openly trans contestant.

Anais: She seems very seasoned and loves a good reference. I like her personality and she’s very talented.

Sasha Velour

Real Name: Alexander Steinberg

Age: 29

Hometown: Brooklyn, New York, NY, USA

Thoughts:

Jonny: Pensive and dramatic; pink is really her color! Love it!

Anais: Intelligent and stylish, I live for the drawn in dramatic eyebrows and couture muppet/fascinator look-You can tell she lives for Drag.

Shea Couleé

Real Name: Jaren Shea

Age: 27

Hometown: Chicago, IL, USA

Thoughts:

Jonny: Clearly has no self esteem issues going on. From her self description, she could conquer the world...if she did not have to head for her gig. This one may already have several catch phrases ready to annoy lol.

Anais: I feel like she and Kimora are either going to butt heads (is the work room big enough for that amount ego?) or get along GREAT. Since her name rhymes, hearing Mama Ru say shantay you stay or sashay away to Shea Couleé will be fun to hear.

Trinity Taylor

Real Name: Ryan Taylor

Age: 31

Hometown: Orlando, FL USA

Thoughts:

Jonny: ...Are we sure this isn’t just Alisa Summers in a different wig?

Anais: ^I can’t top that.

Valentina

Real Name: James Levya

Age: 25

Hometown: Los Angeles, CA, USA

Thoughts:

Jonny: Sort of like a lil’ Latin Ann-Margret; sweet and bubbly!

Anais: I love her. She’s so cute and I live for the Barbie eyebrows. The references behind her name-so perfect. She also seems thoughtful and intelligent as to her drag aesthetic. I’m excited for this Latina.

Which one of these queens will gain a crown? Only time will tell!

Graphics provided by F$%^ Yeah Drag Race, Logo TV’s Tumblr Blog, and RuPaul’s Drag Race Gif.

#Aja #Alexis Michelle #Charlie Hides #Eureka O’Hara #Farrah Moan #Jaymes Mansfield #Kimora Blac #Nina Bo'nina Brown #Peppermint #Sasha Velour #Shea Couleé #Trinity Taylor #Valentina #RPDR #RPDR9 #rupaul's drag race #ru girls #ru girl #season9

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Raymond left, I'm extremely happy about that since he comes off as a huge comp threat and not at the hindrance to my own tribe! Premerge I want comp threats with me but he wasn't with me! This challenge I really want the reward, I have the effing clue, if I we get it, I can get Madeline to burn her searches to give me more insight on the island for my searches.

Oh boy this challenge is about to be.......... not fun. 1/3 of our tribe is present. 1/2 are asleep and the other 1/6 is Madison and she's NEVER HERE jfkldsjflas I can't wait to lose!!!!!!!!!! Logan and I are gonna try to pull this out anyway but

who tf designed this challenge! it makes me mad. i better get some sort of advantage outta this grr.

We stan being the only one awake! LOL but it's fine I'm gonna stay up late and chat with my friends I haven't talked to in a while. But this game... I love it! I love all comps. So cute. But also ... tag yourself ready: On 10/20/17, at 10:10 PM, charlotte (themyscira host) wrote: > f4 On 10/20/17, at 10:10 PM, jaiden nolan wrote: > fact On 10/20/17, at 10:10 PM, Jack (Ginga) wrote: > fast On 10/20/17, at 10:10 PM, Emily wrote: > free On 10/20/17, at 10:10 PM, rhone (ios host) wrote: > fork On 10/20/17, at 10:10 PM, Jordan Pines wrote: > fate All of these ... tell a lot about a person. I'm a psychic. This means things. Jack is fast and this has been proven with this challenge. Emily is free meaning ... I don't know but it's very me. Rhone is a fork and I think that suits him and Jordan is fate because like idk. It just SAYS THINGS about us okay Also I feel bad volunteering Amanda to sit out but :-/ she's less active than the boyz and Andreas will help out once he wakes up. I'm silly to think that the Europeans wouldn't be able to help this round! Because they can cover the graveyard shifts for us hehehehehehehehehe HA I LOVE IT thank u europe

I love this challenge! And right now, we just passed Hippolyta and we're two points away from passing Antiope. This is great! Like we're so close! And right now, we're not going to tribal! But we still have until 10PM tonight... Hopefully we can just build up more of a lead and keep ourselves safe. I'm scared!!!!!!!!!!!

On 10/21/17, at 12:55 PM, Ruthie wrote: > loser On 10/21/17, at 12:55 PM, Jordan Pines wrote: > Loser what they’re gonna be by 10PM tonight hehe

HONESTLY, I know this was last challenge but I'm still pissed about the music video challenge. HOW WE GOT DINGED ON PARTICIPATION WHEN WE HAD OUR ENTIRE TRIBE IN IT MAKES NO SENSE TO ME. OR CREATIVITY. OR PROPS. I MADE SLIME, I GOT A SLOTH PUPPET INVOLVED, WE MADE BLOOD, WE HAD WIGS. IT WAS A SPOOKY SONG FOR HALLOWEEN. We were robbed and whoever this Kayla person is I'm literally coming for you.

Yeahhhhh we probably lost this one. I can just hope the bond I sparked with Jaiden holds true, Madeline will work with me I know,(we swapped actual phone numbers so we can't be quoted when we talk bout the vote, iconic) and Toph should be on board as long as it isn't him. I'm looking at taking out Billy or Ruthie

God F U C K I N G damn ITJDFJCSAKFJLSK;D I LITERALLY SAID THE SECOND I DECIDE TO ACTUALLY TAKE A SHOWER AFTER WAITING OVER AN HOUR FOR THE NEXT LETTER WORD COMBO...... THE HOSTS WOULD SEND IT AND GUESS WHAT THEY DID? THEY SENT IT RIGHT WHEN I GOT INTO THE SHOWER AND IM SO ANGRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but this is still fun u know I'm just pissed the heck off

Just send us to tribal already, this challenged f**ked our sh*t up fam.

I really hate feeling like I'm giving 120% on challenges and everyone else on my tribes aren't and I DIDN'T EVEN REALLY MEAN TO SIGN UP FOR THIS SO IT MAKES NO SENSE TO ME.

Word Up should just be named whose the fastest cheater. NO ONE KNOWS A 17 LETTER WORD STARTING WITH Q OR SOME SH*T. It just makes this whole thing cater to a lack of sportsmanship but it does show whose willing to cheat and that is telling for later in the game.

My tribe right now- [10/21/17, 7:20:00 PM] jaiden nolan: SHE says she thinks a pipe burst and that’s why the ceiling was leaking......not at all that she flooded a fucking bathroom....... [10/21/17, 7:20:12 PM] Ian Layne: WHO FLUSHES PAPER TOWELS? [10/21/17, 7:20:34 PM] jaiden nolan: okay but who flushes less than five paper towels and has it clog [10/21/17, 7:21:06 PM] jaiden nolan: like I know for a fact I’ve accidentally flushed things like paper towels, baby wipes, makeup wipes, etc and not had anything happen [10/21/17, 7:21:26 PM] Ian Layne: She took a mega dump and was embarrassed, I'm calling it [10/21/17, 7:21:53 PM] Madeline The Juicy Goose: Sounds like when I had a green bagel on st Patrick’s day [10/21/17, 7:22:06 PM] Ruthie: oh yikes [10/21/17, 7:23:19 PM] Ian Layne: I once drank too much at a bowling alley and had to get rid of my underwear so I flushed it, fun fact

Everyone is saying we can come back, we can come back! No it's mathematically impossible for us to comeback, never mind the variables of the other tribes do you really think 12 points is possible in one hour? We didn't defend a 13 point lead on Man Lips. We going to tribal Hippos

So! We thought for sure that we'd have to go to tribal, but as GOD would have it, we don't have to!! Menalippe? More like men-a-leaping to conclusions am I RIGHT

i am so sad that we lost i just need to make sure i'm not on ANYONE's bad side so i can stay :)

i am sad that we lost immunity, but now is the time to vote someone out. i think we need to vote out madeline because she is such a big threat to my game and i am pretending to talk on call about what i am reading this makes no sense also i think that she is going after billy too strong hehe

Me because no tribal: https://tmblrsurvivorextra.tumblr.com/post/166663831976

Hello my sunshines! WHAT IS GOING OOONNNNNNNNN! "Not much." "OK, cool." So, what happened this round? Not much. OK, cool. But really, the 24h challenge was cool, but Emily really carried our tribe. I got to chat a bit with Kai, finally, and he suggested that both of us should stick together with Emily - something I wholeheartedly agree with. Even if I don't trust Kai very much. We also agreed that SHOULD our Tribe lose, we'd go after Madison, since she's kinda invisible. Logan is in a similar position like me, not too revealing, but there and involved. I don't worry much about Amanda atm. She isn't participating much atm, so both our tribe and her old tribe would agree to vote her out at merge or something surely. She isn't a valuable ally to me either. I feel like I'm in a good spot atm and I hope that Ian and Billy survive todays Tribal Council! So I'll just leave you with my favourite quote from the last challenge: "Andreas scores for Menalippe with Circumcision!" SCORE!

Emily just suggested an alliance of me, Kai, and herself. Perfect. I won her over a little bit, and I think I got her to trust me a little more. I told her Dan and Raymond were my closest allies and they both got early boots, which they didn't deserve (true!), but I also told her I want revenge. That means Amanda and Jaiden are first on my hit list, next comes Jordan Pines. Not only did he probably help kill Raymond (fuck if I watch tribal) but he's also a MASSIVE threat. So gotta go. Updates to come~

Ian is taken way too long to respond to my simple question of ‘is billy still the plan’ what the heck

Well this vote is gonna be a rollercoaster ride for me due to Billy and Toph scrambling, but at least going forward(as long as I don't go tonight) Ruthie sold Jaiden down the river to Billy and not me about throwing Billy's name out. Seems like Madeline and I have protected ourselves well enough for this vote, but we shall see.

What is even HAPPENING why am i listening to JAIDEN

Nervous poop central, now boarding. I got a little mixed up in the chaos of pretribal anxiety because we were so close to having a stress-free vote, and Billy started scrambling. I crack so easily under pressure and for some reason, I just can’t stand being voted out so I did what I had to do in order to keep my name off the chopping block. I guess this includes forcing a clean vote to get messy and getting everybody to draw a colored rock... I think Ruthie is down for that. I told her to vote Toph with me and Billy in case of an idol and I don’t know if she IS or isn’t. But either way, my game will be damaged after the tie happens. My alliance will know I turned and my only escape route is to draw rocks with them involved ... fuck. I don’t know what’s gonna happen. The trust I established with them is thrown out the window if we tie. Idk what Ruthie’s intentions are but we’ll see :/ I’m scared. So scared.

[10/22/17, 9:14:04 PM] jaiden nolan: Ruthie. If you draw the bad rock I’ll play my advantage on you. I doubt we will go back to rocks [10/22/17, 9:14:15 PM] jaiden nolan: I love Ian and Madeline too but like, we can be a tbreesome with Billy if he stays JAIDEN IS INSANE WHY THE HECK DID I LISTEN TO HIM

I can't believe my number one in this game is going to be JAIDEN i don't understand how i trust him so much all of a sudden, this was not who was supposed to be my ride or die but here i am about to draw a ROCK.

I........ Jaiden said I was going to be safe in the redraw and DOT DOT DOT it's okay, it was fun I'm glad I got to go to rocks without being safe even though I hate that one was drawn for me! I've had fun playing this season and can't wait to see who wins the game!

GUESS I GOTTA ADD EVERYONE ON HIPPO TO MY HIT LIST HUH

My tribe? Assholes. Ruthie did not deserve that at all. And what's worse is none of them have my back. I want to hope Jaiden does, but he was just as on board for me to go until rocks was an option. I'm here to cause chaos now, and the silent people on my tribe better pray to god that I don't find an advantage or something. The best is, they made me sit out. And then I was targeted for not pulling my weight. Fuck. Y'all. Like mccuse me? It wasn't my fault that THE TRIBE decided I would sit out. I didn't ask to. And then THEY LOSE. THEY. FUCKING. LOST. UGH then they're all gonna lie to me. Where's that lasso of truth when you need it?

Fuck you and all your flash games R U T H I E W A S R O B B E D and I can’t believe I’m going to tribal in two days HUH SKSBSJSHEJ

I can’t believe that just happened. Honestly, poor Ruthie. She didn’t deserve to go out to rocks. For a moment I really thought that maybe my messy moves would work out for once, but NOPE LOL. I dunno, as sad as I am for Ruthie, I’m living for the utter chaos around camp. I can’t say I didn’t do something wild and reckless for the sake of having fun, and although this will probably send my ass out premerge, I played the messiest move I could think of. Unfortunately it was at Ruthie’s expense, but you win some and you lose some. There’s gonna be a LOT of heat on me the next few days. I’m gonna continue to do my best in the challenges and hopefully we’ll get a good immunity streak going until a swap happens. Tonight was the most fun I’ve had in a while, tbh.

This is literally me right now. http://78.media.tumblr.com/5180e47f3f3a1ad0bd0f04a6742989cd/tumblr_oxoavge6N71qd49gbo2_540.gif They're not gonna like me now that I'm frosty.

MY FIRST TRIBAL AND MY FIRST ROCKS AND I'M THE FIRST ONE SAFE.

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