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servin-up-surveys · 9 months

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survey #186

What was the longest time you've liked someone? Maybe like, five or six years?

Who was the last girl in your room? Besides me obviously, my mom.

What are you excited for? Girt's birthday is right on the horizon, and I'm of course excited to celebrate that with him.

Who was the last person you took a picture with? My nephew at his birthday party.

Anything happen to you in the past month that made you really mad? Maybe, I can't recall.

Do you have any bruises on you? No.

Are you ticklish? YES

Did you reject or accept your last friend request? Accept, it was actually an old friend I understandably pissed off when I was a homophobic teenager and sent an apology to them years ago, I guess they eventually read it. Even if they didn't though, I think I'm very obvious in being LGBTQ+-friendly on my Facebook, so that also coulda said enough.

Are you a morning person, or a night person? I'm in a better mood generally in the morning, and almost always less anxious.

Where was your last hug? My bed.

Were you smiling in the last picture taken of you? Faintly I guess, Roman was cuddling with me on the couch and Mom took a picture of us.

Did you have a good childhood? In some ways, but in many others, no.

What pets did you have when you were growing up? We had an infestation of outdoor, unfixed cats. It's my childhood with them that makes me feel so strongly about the need for cats to be indoor animals.

Would you ever date someone who had issues with substance abuse? NO. I am not getting involved in that shit. I know realistically if - god fucking forbid - Girt developed a problem, I wouldn't leave him just for that, but that's only because of what we already have built together.

Have you ever been on a vacation that ended up being ruined? What happened? I don't talk much of this because I feel so shitty about it, but yes, by my own fault. I went to the beach with my then-best friend Jenna and her mom, and I feel like I lasted only one night because I had such severe separation anxiety from my mom as a child. We might have even left that night, I can't remember. I just remember being so fucking embarrassed and feeling absolutely terrible because neither wanted to go back home of course (and it was like, a two hour drive), I just wasn't okay.

Do you know anyone who has had a miscarriage? Multiple people. This is more common than I think a lot of people realize.

What's your last ex's opinion of you? She hates me and considers me a weak-willed deadweight. Rather be that than a Nazi, I guess.

Are there any major drama queens in your family? Yes. My mom's sister Kelly immediately comes to mind, we don't even associate with her anymore. Not only is she a drama queen, she's emotionally abusive.

Do you like Stephen King novels? I've never read any.

What is one adventurous thing you’d be willing to do? (ex: skydive) Cave exploration. I REALLY wanna do this one day!!

How many email accounts do you have? Two that I actually use.

Have you ever fallen asleep on public transport? (including planes) Yes, at least as a kid.

Do you pay rent for the place you live? How often? I don't, but my mom does, and I don't know how much.

Where was the last place you went on vacation/holiday to? Who’d you go with? I guess the closest thing that could be considered a vacation/holiday would be the last time I flew to Illinois to see Sara, which was multiple years ago. "Vacations" in the traditional sense don't really exist for me or Mom.

Does the place you work have music playing? What sort? I'm unemployed.

What’s your favourite type of donut? I feel like this varies with my mood. Sometimes it's just glazed, or chocolate frosted, or completely plain/cake donuts.

Would you ever want to go on vacation with just one of your parents? Yeah, my parents are divorced and I'm well aware Mom hates Dad's very guts so you'd never see us vacation together.

Has someone ever tried to start an argument with you over Facebook? What happened? lol this has certainly happened before, more than once.

When you’re at home, do you spend most of your time in your room? No, but in the spare room instead. I literally lived in my bed/room for years and it affected me horrifically, physically and mentally, so now my bed is strictly for bedtime.

Do you have a hard time admitting you’re wrong? I'm certainly not gonna lie and say it's never happened, but generally, I find this pretty easy to do with my shitty self-image anyway.

Are you listening to music right now? No, I'm watching herping videos from a channel I really enjoy.

When were you the saddest in your life? The end of 2015 and all of 2016.

Who in your family has been married the longest? (and how long?) Hell if I know.

Do you take your shoes off when you come inside? Yes.

What was the first social media site you ever used? MySpace.

Do you have any exes you really regret dating? Not like, "really" regret. I regret dating Tyler, but "really regret" makes it sound like a more desperate feeling.

Have you ever been catcalled? Not that I remember.

Have you ever cut your own hair? No.

Are you a fan of video games? Yeah, but I play them way less than I did growing up. Nowadays I tend to enjoy games more when I'm playing with others, or am just an observer.

What's your favorite color combination? Black and gold.

Has anyone besides your family seen you naked? If so, who? My ex. My current boyfriend kinda-sorta has I guess, but I've never been 100% fully undressed in front of him because of my own self-consciousness, but he's basically seen everything at one point or another. Women who have done psych hospital intake stuff with me count too, I guess. That was always the most uncomfortable shit.

Did your parents sign you up for anything you hated as a child? Yes, soccer and cheerleading. Neither lasted very long.

Do you know how to use Photoshop? I'd say I'm pretty okay with it. I prefer Lightroom, though.

Who is the best artist you've seen live? I've only ever seen Alice Cooper, but don't get me wrong, he's great.

Do more people call you by a nickname or your first name? Most people address me as "Britt," which is just a shortening of my first name.

Do you have the right time set on your microwave? Yes.

Do you have a radar detector for your car? No.

Have you ever been arrested? For what? No.

Where did you go today? I went to see my psychiatrist, and Mom and I stopped at a dollar store to get fillers for the pinata I'm doing for Girt's bday, lol.

Do you like to go fishing? I have fun doing it and find it extremely relaxing, but I no longer really do it because I feel mean lol.

Where is your favorite person? He's currently at work.

What mode of transport did you take to high school? My mom drove me.

Name a personality trait of yours that you like. I'm very empathetic.

Name something about your physical attraction that you dislike. I hate how dark my leg hair is, I'm mortified by my legs.

Have you ever made an item of clothing? No.

Who was the last person you had an intelligent debate with? I don't know; I tend to avoid debates because I panic and think the other person hates me lol.

Who was the last person who cooked something for you? My mom. She's the only one that cooks in this house, I really SHOULD change that... She provides so much for me.

Who was the last person who you heard singing? Oh definitely Girt, he's always singing something to himself lol.

Who was the last person you were upset with? Me.

Who was the last person you danced with? Sara.

Who was the last person you had a crush on? Well, Girt.

Who was the last person you got drunk with? I've never been drunk, but I last had alcohol with Mom.

Who was the last person who touched your hair? Besides myself, Girt.

What was the last birthday party you attended? My nephew's 7th in August.

What was the last thing you said to your mother? I thanked her for bringing home dinner.

What was the last song you listened to? "World so Cold" by Three Days Grace.

What was the last vegetable you ate? I wanna say green beans.

What was the last thing you had to drink? I have strawberry-flavored water right now.

What was the last fast food place you ate at? Mom happened to get McD's today.

When was the last time you had a sleepover? Girt spent the night around a week ago?

Where did you last go to celebrate your own birthday? The Cheesecake Factory.

Where does the last person you hung out with live? He lives about 30 minutes from where I do in another city, which I won't share.

#survey #surveys #personal questions #random questions #questionnaire

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buccigang-headcanons · 4 years

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La Squadra Backstories!!!! Stream of consciousnesss style!

So literally I just sat down and wrote down exactly what I thought. I have not edited these at all lmaooo. But I made long drawn out backstories for our underrated assassins so enjoy!!

T/W + C/W - idk I talk about people dying in a lot of ways. Child abuse, drugs, severe illness, dead cats. This stuff is a mess I really didn’t censor it. But nothing is described in detail cuz I’m too lazy for that.

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Prosciutto cuz he’s at the top of my mind. Mmkay he and Pesci are brothers but not by blood. Pro was an orphan, I still wanna make him Russian, and pesci’s extremely kind and gentle family adopted him when he was like 7. They were like literally a garden catalogue family. Perfection. The parents died when pro was like 15, Pesci was 13?? Idk the age difference I’m just making shit up now. And Pesci had no fucking idea what to do, they didn’t have any other family, and pro was like “I’m still basically a hardened criminal from living on the streets of russia most of my childhood, so joining the local mafia should be a piece of cake”. It was.

Risotto..... fuck it. Polpo is risottos dad. I’ve seen that so much and fuck it I’m here for it now. Idk how I feel about the whole Mariah from part 3 being his mom that seems too coincidental. But either way, he is half Spanish. I don’t think he’s ever been in touch with his Spanish roots at all, but that’s what he is. Polpo had too much fun on vacay in Spain. But it was a once night stand and polpo, a skinny king back in the mid 70s, fucked off to do mafia stuff and didn’t know about this kid. Risotto never knew his father. Time goes by, about the time he’s 10, rizzo’s mom moves to Italy to find the man she once loved. Since the 70s, she has been married and divorced 4 times, disowned by her entire family, and she speaks only of Polpo, the man who swept her off her feet and then disappeared into the night. Leaving only this child with his matching eyes. So they live in Italy, risotto is about 13 now and his mom has been searching seriously for polpo for about 3 years. One day, she gets too close, mafia takes her out. Risotto is all alone in a country he has lived in for less than 3 years. So he decides to take revenge against the mafia. He goes to hunt them down. (I’m too lazy to write out how. Gets a gun. Basically the scene in part 5 where the kid is like “you killed my father and now I’m gonna kill you!!” But he chickens out???) yeah except rizzo didn’t chicken out, he stood firm and killed 2 of them. The other 2 surrendered, and immediately asked rizzo to take polpos test. He did. And he unknowingly met his father, the man his mother had died looking for. He stared into his fathers eyes, black sclera reflecting each other, and passed his test with ease.

Wowwwwwwwww alrighty then that was something. Let’s shake out those jitters because fuck that was intense and let’s move onto some happy shit.

Melone!! Always a bottle of joy. He was a phenomenal student, a perfect child. Perfect grades, perfect attitude, perfect looks. Onlyyyy tiny thing is he murdered cats and buried their heads in the back yard. But that was his only flaw. Aaaaaaaand mayyybe trying to use his extensive knowledge of molecular biology and genetics (even at as young as 11) to asexually breed said cats.

But, apart from that, absolutely perfect specimen of a young boy. And he kept that up until college. Until the rape accusation. Melone had no interest in having sex with her, he swore under oath in open court, he only wanted to “extract her essence” in the hopes of making her amazing genetics stay pure for centuries.

Due to his previously amazing school record, he was allowed to plead not guilty by reason of insanity (because the justice system is bullshit) and was released to his parents. During this whole process, Melone’s mother had begun to grow suspicious of her son, wondering if there was something wrong with him. This led her to explore the crawl space under the garage, more commonly known as “Melone’s childhood laboratory”. The cat skulls alone were enough to set her off. They allowed him into their home long enough to fool the court, but parole officers don’t pay attention, and they kicked him to the curb a month later. Broke, alone, and with no real skills other than his genius mind and gorgeous body, he became a prostitute. It was only a few months before he wandered up to a gigantic white haired man with angry eyes and asked if he wanted a date. Instead of declining, our good ol rizzo just knocked him out cold and brought him home. The rest is history. Literally because I can’t think of what would happen between that and Melone joining the mafia. I assume he was just their house pet for a little while before he decided he wanted a stand too.

Oh good lord these are getting insane. Better keep going. Okay I have no idea what’s about to come out of my head for ghia but oh Lordy. Might as well start. Ghiaccio wasn’t always quite as angry, but it’s actually gonna be a sweet story. Kinda. He used to act perfect, even tho he always felt the anger inside. He was forced to bottle it up and put on a happy exterior always. His mother was Belgian. (From experience, Belgian mothers (Flemish in particular) will beat you until your ass is raw if you talk back). Italian father, they lived in italy. He had 4 sisters, he was the middle child of 5. Around high school, he started acting out. Of course this was due to all of his bottled up anger from the past 15 years. 4 shattered sinks, 16 holes in the drywall, and one classroom fire later, Ghiaccio was expelled from school. His parents were too busy brimming with joy about the success of all his sisters that they didn’t take much notice to him. “If you’re going to behave in such a manner you might as well leave” his mother said. She was past the point of caring enough to beat him. So he left. 16 and with no where to go, he wandered the streets. After a year or so, Ghia had gotten used to that life, and was angry at everyone, sometimes when he wasn’t even angry. Anger had become his coping mechanism. Screaming was easier than talking. Until one day, he screamed at a blonde man in an intersection. Prosciutto was driving back to the squads hang out, boxes of takeout in the back seat of the car. He had chosen to not stop at the red light, just for fun, and nearly ran into our blue haired teenager. Ghia proceeded to cuss him out for a good 4 minutes in the middle of this intersection before pro cut him off. “Get in the back. “ he said, with his own special brand of brotherly love. “I know how you can put that anger to good use”. Ghiaccio, having no real reason to object, got in the back seat. Prosciutto was silent the rest of the drive and Ghiaccio yelled about all the take out food, now splattered on the backs of the seats due to the sudden slam on the brakes.

Y’all I don’t even remember the other la squadra members. Let’s do sorbet/gelato because they have zero backstory or personality so I can just ramble. *Clears throat* let’s begin. These fuckers. Friends since birth. Grew up together, always really close. They were both dirt poor, but because the only school nearby was a decent public school, when were able to slightly experience middle class living. They liked it. They wanted to see upper class, and once they did, they wanted to be there. These two were money grubbing bffs, I’m talking josuke and okuyasu, but like waaaaay more intense and also violent. They both left home around 14, together of course. Gelatos father had left them a few years prior, and his family were on the brink of starvation. Figuring they didn’t need another mouth to feed (and completely abandoning his post as family patriarch lol) he left with sorbet, who’s family had all died in various ways over the years. Most recently, his older sister being taken by some illness that was probably easily treatable, but with no means for a doctor, she died in days. The boys left home and school, and made a living by pickpocketing tourists and occasionally launching into larger heists. They made a decent living for themselves, but eventually started spending their money on drugs. It’s was sorbet first, heroin was really good to him for awhile. Gelato was against it, knowing it was the reason sorbets family had been so poor to begin with. His father was an addict, and despite holding down a job fairly well, spent all his earnings on drugs. Eventually he became too dependent, lost his job, and OD’d. But around this same time, when the boys were 16/17, they were starting to realize their feelings for each other. Confused teenaged minds full of budding love led to Gelato giving in, and soon their days were filled with heroin fueled ecstatic sex. They lived like this for awhile, existing in half reality, until one day they chose to set their pickpocketing targets on a short man with close cropped gray hair. The plan was perfect, sorbet bumped into the man and gelato passed by to grab his wallet, and suddenly they were the size of mere ants. In an instant, they were returned to size, left to wonder if it was real or just a hallucination from long term drug use. But they didn’t run. Formaggio introduced himself, with a loose handshake and a pause to spit out some tobacco, and promptly invited them to a “party”. Although, Formaggio was honest in his promise, this party did have drugs.

Cheese boys turn!! Seriously who am I forgetting??? Illuso my mirror man! Am I forgetting someone else too?? Idk. But shut up Kel it’s cheese boys turn.

So. Formaggio. Probably the most chill childhood. Lower middle class, pretty average, but he was quite gifted with sports. Soccer was his main, and also a fantastic competitive swimmer. (Okay I have a separate hc that Bruno is really good at soccer so hol horse up a moment so I can imagine those 2 playing soccer together in friendly competition. In my lil au where Bruno is in la squadra because I say BruPro exes rights please and thanks.) but anyway, he got really good at soccer and was offered a scholarship to play at a fancy pants private high school when he was 14. Of course his parents made him go, this has been the family’s dream for years, and formaggio’s as well. So high school is amazing, he’s starting to attract attention from universities even tho he’s barely in grade 11 by this point. And it’s all really amazing until he realizes. This isn’t what he wants. And it’s just that. He doesn’t want to play soccer anymore, he doesn’t want to potentially be famous. He just wants to be a kid. So he leaves school, he leaves home, he wants to start over. And he wanders into a diner and sees this small group of weirdly dressed men. At this point, it’s rizzo, pro, Pesci, and ghia. And he’s staring at them because they’re dressed like circus clowns but their aura is so murderous. And then the one who looks like a giant pineapple starts staring back. Pesci gets up and walks over to Formaggio. “I know you! You’re that amazing kid soccer player!!” And he just goes on and on about shit he read in the news (70% of it was false) until pro comes over and yanks his idiot brother away. Pro starts asking Formaggio questions, thinking he could be a good target. Stupid little rich kid. But to prosciuttos surpise, Formaggio is just a down to earth kid with no more money to his name than he needs to pay for this meal. Prosciutto takes him home after that. He doesn’t really offer any explanation.

(The rambling at the beginning of this paragraph actually happened lol so I paused for like 4 hrs oops)

Alright we are back. Had to leave to go to therapy and then scream at my mother and cry to my boyfriend but we are ready to go! Illuso and I really hope he’s the last one and I’m not forgetting one. Illuso was raised in an orphanage from infancy. No idea who his parents could even be. Fun fact: one of the nuns at the orphanage (cuz it’s an orphanage in Italy in 1980, they’re catholic.) nicknamed him Illuso because he was always pointing at things that weren’t there. As a tiny baby and a child, he would always be looking at things no one else can see (yes illuso is a natural stand user fight me). The nuns called him illuso as an insult, hoping to shame him into stopping. He never did. When he outgrew the orphanage, he decided to join the priesthood. He was 19, a priest in training, when the mafia came to the orphanage. They were collecting, and illuso knew they didn’t have the money this month. He tried to talk the mobsters down, but that went about as well as planned. 4 bullets to the chest, 3 open heart surgeries, and half a dozen resuscitations later, Illuso was released from the hospital. The orphanage had been shut down, and no one knew what had happened to the children or the nuns. With no where to go, illuso knew of one place that could use talents like his. The talents of steadily stealing money from the starving children of the church for a decade. It was during polpos test that illuso’s stand manifested. Not due to the arrow, but to protect its user from the other stand. Illuso was able to avoid Black Sabbath by hiding in his newfound mirror world until it was time to return the lighter to polpo (kinda cowardly but whatever.) he was assigned to risottos group by chance and was the last to join excluding Melone. But they loved him as if they had found him themselves.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #vento aureo #golden wind #la squadra #Melone #ghiaccio #Formaggio #illuso #sorbet #gelato #risotto Nero #prosciutto #Pesci #jojo part 5 #jjba

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artificialqueens · 3 years

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Tree House Kisses, Chapter 38 (Adorney) - Scorpio and Veronica

A/N: Click here for previous chapters. And thank you so much to @saiphl for the beta help!! XO!

Chapter Summary: The girls spend a summer apart, but then start their senior year, closer than ever.

Chapter 38: Feelings

Courtney’s dad had moved with his girlfriend to Berkeley earlier in the year, and both of her parents unilaterally decided that she should spend the summer with him for some “quality time.” She’d argued, she’d protested, she’d pleaded with Karen, she’d even cried; but in the end she had no choice but to go along with the plan, sullenly packing her things and boarding the train, defeated. Her only solace was that Roy was doing a summer program in Stanford for a month, which meant that at least they could still see each other on the weekends for part of the time she was there.

COURTNEY: JFC I’m gonna be sleeping on a goddamn fold out couch all summer. This is shit.

ADORE: Awww, so sorry, princess. Xx

COURTNEY: Lol, fuck you. You have no idea what this is like

ADORE: That’s true. I haven’t seen my dad for like ten years

COURTNEY: WAH WAH WAHHH YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO WIN

COURTNEY: ;)

ADORE: lol

The truth was, Courtney hadn’t really spent much time with her dad since the divorce. Sometimes it made her sad, thinking about how close they used to be. She tried to keep an open mind, but a big part of her was still angry about him having an affair, turning their lives upside-down, leaving her mom...leaving her.

Adore was right, though. As far as absentee fathers went, things could be much worse. One night, while he sat on the sofa (the one that doubled as the least comfortable bed she ever had) watching TV, Courtney wandered over and sat down next to him.

He looked up from the TV, surprised, a smile spreading across his face.

“Hey, kiddo.”

“Hi.” Courtney shifted slightly, tried to shake the horrible feeling that she was sitting next to a grown man that she barely knew. “Whatcha watching?”

“Just the news...if things go well this year, we can take both the house and the senate,” Peter told her. “And in 2008, that fucking shit-for-brains will finally be done and we can get the White House, too.”

“That would be awesome,” Courtney agreed, letting her head rest on her father’s shoulder. He wasn’t perfect, that was for damn sure...but when it came down to it, she supposed she was lucky to have him.

Meanwhile, Adore had gotten a summer job as a counselor at an arts day camp, and soon began spending her days surrounded by loud, attention-seeking child star wannabes. Every day, she came home and collapsed in exhaustion, vowing to never, under any circumstances, ever have children.

COURTNEY: How’s camp?

ADORE: The worst

COURTNEY: I’m sorry

ADORE: It’s all good. How’s the homewrecker?

COURTNEY: Weird

ADORE: Is she teaching you any good stripper moves?

COURTNEY: No, she just like, chain smokes and talks to her birds

ADORE: She has BIRDS?

COURTNEY: Yeah man, I told you. WEIRD

ADORE: What are the birds’ names?

COURTNEY: Something in Russian, I dunno. I just call them Boris and Natasha

ADORE: Lol you’re so corny

COURTNEY: I did meet some pretty cool anarchist guys down the block

ADORE: What’s their band called?

COURTNEY: Who said they have a band?

ADORE: What’s their band called, Courtney?

COURTNEY: Pussy Whisper

ADORE: LOLOLOLOL

COURTNEY: Okay, so...this is going to shock you…

ADORE: ???

COURTNEY: The Pussy Whisper dudes?

ADORE: Oh jeez, what?

COURTNEY: They’re gross

ADORE: Yeah, no shit

COURTNEY: i just really liked what Tristan had to say about late stage capitalism

ADORE: Right

COURTNEY: And Grant said I was smart

ADORE: Well, that was your first clue

COURTNEY: HEY!!!

ADORE: Lol, not because you’re not. Because dudes in a band called “Pussy Whisper” that call you smart are up to some no-good shit

COURTNEY: Right. Ugh

ADORE: Bird lady still a fucking weirdo?

COURTNEY: Yeah. Although she did take me to a yoga class this morning, so that was nice. She’s actually maybe not the most vile person on the planet

ADORE: Awww, look at you, falling in love

COURTNEY: Shut up

Once Courtney got over her initial resistance, she had to admit that Berkely was somewhat cool. Certainly more her speed than the bland suburban wasteland she was used to. She spent most of her days wandering around used book stores, head shops, or combing through racks of cute vintage dresses. One afternoon, sunbathing in the backyard of her dad’s apartment building (which was a converted Victorian house that she also had to regretfully admit was pretty charming), she made friends with a very affectionate marmalade-colored kitten. Turned out, the cat belonged to their downstairs neighbor, and soon Courtney found herself fully enchanted with the older woman.

COURTNEY: Okay I found a much better new friend than the PW boys. She’s our downstairs neighbor and she’s like 70 and so cool. She has pink hair and all her clothes are made of hemp. She’s gonna take me to an Iraq War protest on Saturday.

ADORE: Oh jeez. You’re gonna come back with white person dreads, aren’t you?

COURTNEY: lol it’s a nice look

ADORE: IT IS NOT

ADORE: Abortion should be legal until the kids are like...12 years old, at least

COURTNEY: Campers getting on your nerves?

ADORE: If I snap, will you visit me in prison?

COURTNEY: Of course! I’ll bake a nail file into a cake for you and everything. XOXO

ADORE: Good cake or some bay area bullshit?

COURTNEY: Gluten free agave-sweetened carob cake, courtesy of Patsy

ADORE: Fuck off

COURTNEY: Don’t insult Patsy. She’s been protesting since Vietnam, she’s awesome.

ADORE: HEY CHEERLEADER THIS IS WILLAM! YOU’RE A SLUT AND WE MISS YOU!

ADORE: AND I’M VERY DISAPPOINTED THAT YOU DIDN’T FUCK THE PUSSY WHISPERERS

COURTNEY: Sorry bunny

ADORE: He’s high

COURTNEY: And you?

ADORE: Meeee? Whaaaaaat?

ADORE: Yes lol

COURTNEY: Lol, have fun

COURTNEY: Would it be really bad if I liked Katya?

ADORE: Omg are you gonna start calling her Mommy?

COURTNEY: Shut up!

COURTNEY: But seriously...it would be like, disloyal to my mom if I liked her, right?

ADORE: Are you gonna start adopting birds?

COURTNEY: No, I just think she’s kind of funny sometimes. I’m a terrible daughter

ADORE: Well, your mom IS the one who sent you up there for the summer. So…

COURTNEY: True

ADORE: So. Something happened last night that was...uh…

ADORE: Very

ADORE: ...

COURTNEY: ???

ADORE: Give me a minute...I’m processing...

COURTNEY: Tell me!

ADORE: Well, we started in Violet’s basement, drinking, and I’m not sure how but somehow it ended up being like 10 people

COURTNEY: Aww, was Violet sad I wasn’t there? Did she cry?

ADORE: lol, totally

COURTNEY: So what happened???

ADORE: Yeah, so...I went out to the backyard to smoke and Trin came and like...I’m not sure exactly how it happened, but I think I made out with her

COURTNEY: WHOA

ADORE: Yeah

COURTNEY: Is she gay???

ADORE: No, definitely not. We were just like, drunk and high

COURTNEY: Is everything cool between you??

ADORE: Yeah, I think so. We were laughing about it this morning. But like, I still feel a little bad.

COURTNEY: Why do you feel bad?

ADORE: I mean, I dunno. I don’t want people to think that I’m like, some predatory asshole, you know?

COURTNEY: No one would think that

ADORE: My track record might disagree

COURTNEY: The only thing your track record shows is you’re a ho

ADORE: WOW

COURTNEY: I WAS KIDDING!!!!

ADORE: lol, I know

COURTNEY: XOXOXOXO

As much as Courtney tried, and as much as she made her peace with her summer surroundings, by the time August rolled around, she began to get increasingly homesick. Missing her mom, her bedroom, even Grandma Muriel. But especially, missing Adore.

COURTNEY: I really miss you

COURTNEY: Like so much

ADORE: Me too

COURTNEY: No like SO much

ADORE: Are you high?

COURTNEY: No, are you?

ADORE: A little lol

COURTNEY: I’m not high. I just love you.

ADORE: Aww, thanks babe

“DORY!!” Courtney squealed, practically leaping from her car the second she pulled into the driveway. She’d texted Adore from her last stop for gas, but she was thrilled to see her best friend actually waiting for her.

She wrapped Adore into a tight hug, her excitement causing her to pepper Adore’s entire face with wet kisses.

“Hi, okay, stop it,” Adore giggled. “Nice car, by the way.”

“Oh yeah, I know, it’s pretty great. Peter gets a gold star for that one.” Courtney glanced back at the car, her dad’s old Honda Accord, shaking her new bangs out of her face. He’d surprised her with the keys just last week, and it had almost made her forgive him for leaving in the first place...almost. “It was kind of scary to do that whole drive alone, though. I’m very thankful to have made it in one piece.”

“Me too,” Adore said, with a grin that told Courtney she was home. “Now that you’re back, it’s gonna be a fuckin’ party.”

Courtney laid a head on her shoulder, sighing happily.

“You’re going to Darienne’s goodbye party on Wednesday, right?”

“Yeah, of course. Omigod! Dory! I wanted to make those peanut butter cupcakes that she loves, but you know I’m just absolute shit at decorating, can you help?”

“What on earth makes you think I’d be good at cupcake decorating?” Adore laughed.

“I dunno, you’re better at art than me,” Courtney said. “Plus, it’ll just be more fun with you.”

Adore pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Count me in.”

School was going to be starting back up soon, and as Adore looked around the party at her friends, she couldn’t help but feel a little ambivalent. Summer had just been so nice, and having that small taste of freedom made her long to be done with school altogether.

Tonight, there was a big group at Pearl’s house--her usual friends as well as a bunch of the neighborhood kids, enjoying the pool and the warm evening air. Violet, Fame and Trinity lounged in the hot tub with April, watching the sun set. Pearl was standing at the grill, living her butch fantasy as she cooked up food for her guests, swatting Bob away with as he peered over her shoulder, trying to “help.”

It was a little bittersweet--Darienne had already left for Pepperdine a few weeks earlier, and Jamin for Cal Poly. Even though they weren’t as close as they used to be, it still felt strange, somehow, for them to be missing. Hell, it was even weird for Alyssa to be gone, the loudmouth head cheerleader now torturing people at UC San Diego, probably already sorority president.

A handful of people were dancing, including Courtney and Willam, twirling until they were dizzy and laughing.

“Ugh, I don’t want school to start!” Willam suddenly whined, reflecting Adore’s feelings exactly.

“I know, but this year we’re coming back as seniors, and we’re gonna rule the school,” Courtney said, imitating the line from Grease perfectly.

“Oh really? You think you’re Rizzo?” Adore challenged her.

“Why can’t I be Rizzo?” she demanded.

“Bitch, you are Sandy and you know it,” Adore laughed, grabbing a beer and sitting down on the back steps.

“I can be Rizzo if I want! Fuck you!”

“Yeah, lesbian! How dare you put cheerleader in a box! She can be whatever she wants!” Willam cried.

“That's right,” Courtney added, “I mean, I did spend all summer hanging out with a prostitute. What did you do? Day Camp?”

“I was a counselor,” Adore replied, laughing. She reached into the cooler and pulled out a bottle. “Here, have another drink. And I thought Katya was a stripper, not a prostitute.”

“You don't know her. It's a very blurry line,” Courtney explained, taking the offered wine cooler.

Willam grabbed Courtney’s hand and pulled her away, spinning her around and around. “Less talking, more dancing!”

Adore shook her head, watching them with a smile, lighting up a joint. Roy sat down beside her--the last of his class, since UCLA didn’t start for a few more weeks.

“Hey, Delano. How ya doing, man?”

“Good...bro.”

Roy flashed some dimples at her, then just sat for a minute, unusually quiet, as they both watched their friends dancing like fools. Willam dipped Courtney low to the ground and she shrieked and giggled.

“God, she’s so fucking beautiful,” he said.

Adore wasn’t sure if he was talking to her or himself. She nodded, leaning against the banister and sighing slightly.

When Roy spoke again, it was quiet. “I know, you know. How lucky I am.”

Adore looked at him, considering her reply. Finally, she just nodded and said, “Good.”

Roy gave her another smile.

“Make sure she stays outta trouble while I’m away.”

“I think I’m probably the least qualified person for that job,” Adore laughed, then held out the joint.

“Thanks, I’m cool.”

“Debatable,” Adore retorted, taking another hit.

Roy shook his head, chuckling.

“I’m gonna miss you too, Delano.”

“Aww...shut up.”

On the first day of their senior year, Courtney and Adore walked out of their fourth period economics class together, giggling over Laganja’s unfortunate new haircut.

“I feel bad for saying so, but it’s just so...”

“Hideous?” Adore supplied, and Courtney giggled some more.

“Yeah. Poor thing. Although it’s hard to say whether her hair is more or less tragic than Mr. Sutton’s awkwardness. He’s like a baby deer.”

“I know! But like, imagine trying to get the respect of students who are pretty much your age,” Adore laughed.

“How old do you think he is, anyway?”

“Uh, I don’t know, but I’m pretty sure he graduated with Kim and Angie. I think I remember him from when Angie did show choir.”

Courtney grabbed onto Adore’s arm, eyes wide.

“Omigod, you’re right! I knew he looked familiar!” she exclaimed.

It wasn’t until they were halfway down the hill that Adore noticed Courtney still walking with her. She hadn’t split off to go sit with the neighborhood kids like past years, simply walked beside her towards the oak tree, where Trinity and Willam already sat, sword-fighting with breadsticks.

“Are you...planning to join us?” Adore asked curiously, and Courtney bit her lip.

“Is that okay? I mean...it’s just a little weird without Roy and Darienne, so I thought…you can say no if-”

“Of course it’s okay!” Adore pulled her in for a side hug. “Everyone loves you, you know that.”

“Everyone?” Courtney asked, one eyebrow nearly to her hairline.

“Almost everyone.” Adore smiled ruefully. “And anyway, I want you here, so she can just deal with it.”

As it turned out, Adore was right. Everyone welcomed Courtney enthusiastically with open arms. And even Violet was unusually cool about it, containing her disapproval to some muttered asides to Fame, who promptly thumped her on the shoulder every time, akin to bopping a puppy on the nose with a newspaper.

Courtney didn’t seem to mind either way, cheerfully trading barbs with Willam and letting Fame “fix” her eyebrows, which were deemed “just too pale.”

“Are your pubes blonde, too?” Willam asked curiously, and Trinity began choking on her sandwich from laughter.

“Gross,” Courtney said, wrinkling her nose.

“Actually, are they? I’m kind of curious,” Trinity said.

“Come on, cheerleader, just tell us!” Willam urged.

“You know, I quit cheerleading almost a year ago,” Courtney said.

“So?”

“He still calls me ‘New Girl,’” Pearl explained.

“Why are you stalling? Show! Me! Your! Pussy! Hairs!” Willam said, and Fame put her whole head in her hands, letting out a horrified groan before going back to Courtney’s eyebrows.

“Careful, Bill, or you might get what you wish for,” Courtney sang, staring him down. “You really wanna see my pussy?”

“Uhh...no. Well, maybe...but no. Or…” Willam’s brow furrowed.

“Shit, you broke his little gay brain,” Pearl said, laughing.

“Omigod, that’s so much better!” Fame sat back on her heels, holding up a compact so that Courtney could see her new defined eyebrows.

“Oh wow, that is better! Thank you!”

After snapping the compact shut and handing it back to Fame, Courtney caught Adore’s eye, both of their faces melting into a grin. As Adore buried her smile into her sandwich, she couldn’t help but think about what a change it was from last year.

Maybe a sign of good things to come...or maybe the calm before the storm.

#rpdr fanfiction #tree house kisses #scorpio #veronica #adorney #adore delano #courtney act #bianca del rio #bitney #willam belli #miss fame #lesbian au #high school au #angst #fluff

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surveys-at-your-service · 6 years

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Survey #152

“if mary was only 14 when she had jesus, what does that make god?”

What’s something you initially disliked, but ended up liking? Uhhh... I'm drawing a blank right now. If you’re interested in having a long term relationship with someone, do you think that waiting a certain amount of time before you first have sex is a good idea? Or does it not matter? I think it's a smart idea. To me personally, sex should be an intimate experience with someone you love, not with someone you don't know deeply. Have you ever discovered something big by looking through someone’s phone, Facebook, email, etc.? No, never snooped on someone. Do you have any financial regrets? Either way, what’s an example of a GOOD financial decision you’ve made? No, I've never really had to make big money decisions. Do you think it’s a good idea for kids’ sports teams to not keep score, or do you think that’s going overboard in trying to show sensitivity? I think you shouldn't keep score. Teach children how to have fun for the sake of fun, not winning. Name a movie that you dislike but everyone else seems to love. Why do you dislike it? Drawing a blank again. *shrugs* Are you good at compromising or are you more of a “my way or the highway” kind of person? I'm pretty nice at compromising, but of course it's going to depend on the case sometimes. Do you know any couples who sleep in separate beds? Do you think that if a couple makes that decision, they will eventually break up/divorce? Yes, because one of them snores loudly. But that doesn't mean they're gonna break up... Have you ever had a horrible boss or teacher? Did you ever confront them about it? No, thankfully. Does it usually take awhile for you to completely come to terms with your emotions after something big happens or do you let it all out right away? It's kinda both. But mostly the former; I deeper understand what I'm feeling then. Is Thanksgiving an important holiday to you? Who did you spend last Thanksgiving with? Honestly no, not really. I should appreciate it more than I do for the sake of its concept. How far into your current (or last) relationship did you start thinking about your future with that person? Probably too early to be considered normal lmao. Are you a believer in “signs” from the universe about things in your life? If you are, can you think of a particular example? No. Name some things that one or both of your parents are really good at or really interested in. Mom is suuuper into surgeries/seeing how the body works, and Dad's good at building shit I guess lmao. If someone told you that you would never achieve something and you ended up doing it, would you have any interest in finding that person and showing them? Tbh yeah lol. I do NOT take people underestimating my abilities kindly. That's one reason the breakup was so bad. What is the most jealousy-induced thing you’ve ever done? Ehhhmmm. I don't think I've done something in hopes of making someone jealous. Ever been kissed under fireworks? No, but #goals. Which of your friends lives closest to you? Colleen. AKA, the only friend whose location I know. Do you like calling or texting better? Don't call me, like ever lol. When was the last time you were extremely disappointed? When I learned Mom and I couldn't go to the P!atD concert. It's been a week or two and I'm still bummed. Do you think its right for straight guys to get their tongue pierced? ....... Does any human being on Earth believe it's wrong?????? Do you talk dirty to people? HUNNY I couldn't even talk dirty in the middle of my ex and I doing shit lmao. Honestly, who was the last person to tell you that they love you? Dad; we talked on the phone a bit. The last thing you heard? I'm listening to "Demons Are A Girl's Best Friend" by Powerwolf on repeat asjfdakjwi I'm addicted. Have you ever been to an animal shelter? Yeah. Does it rain a lot where you live? I wouldn't necessarily say a lot? Afternoon thunderstorms are just about daily in the peak of summer, though. Do you live in the suburbs? No. If you have a dog, does it bark a lot? Ugh, both of them. Slightest noise outside our house or in our driveway, it's over. What are your 3 top favorite movies? The Lion King, Finding Nemo, and then probably The Lion King II. Can you juggle? No. Who was your favorite Disney princess as a child? Ariel. Who are your style icons? Like every serious goth in the world give me money to afford this style. Do you believe in an afterlife? I really do. Will it be wonderful, bad, lonely, peaceful, reunited with our loved ones, who knows, but I believe in something good. What do you fear most about death? The possibility there is no afterlife. I obviously wouldn't exist anymore so wouldn't experience anything, but. I never want my essence to vanish. What is your favorite country? Dunno. Glitter or feathers? I'm a glitter bitch. Have you ever self harmed? Yeah. What is your favorite type of cake? Red velvet. Who was your favorite author as a child? Erin Hunter. Do you ever have days where you just don’t do anything? Um, everyday???? Have you ever been extremely tired but refused to go to sleep? Yes, if it's too late to nap but too early to sleep. And this one time I had a paranormal experience and I was terrified to. What’s the longest amount of time you’ve been stuck in traffic? Maybe around an hour during a roadtrip? Best field trip experience? 5th grade zoo trip with Dad, my then-best friend, and her mother. What is the most amount of money you’ve spent on a meal before? Nothing impressive. What is the worst thunderstorm you’ve experienced? We've had plenty, who knows. Have you ever had problems falling asleep in class? I've never gone to sleep in class. Have you ever been on the barrier or front row at a concert? No. Are your parents supportive of you? Yes, Mom especially. Has your mom ever directly told you that she favored your other sibling(s) over you? No. Do your folks still have sex? Does it disgust you? They're divorced so y'know. Do you like dried fruit (e.g. bananas, mangos, plums, etc.)? NO. Can you stand eating the crusts of a slice of sandwich bread? Yes, but it's my least favorite, so I eat it first to get it out of the way. Do you sleep with your window open at night? Hell naw I don't want no Welcome to the Game shit. Do you do your homework at home or in class? Or how about in class the day it’s due? I liked to start it in class if I could, but did the rest at home. When did you last see your parents? I saw Dad a few days back at Ryder's b-day party, and I saw Mom this morning. Does it bother you when people get too obsessed about stupid stuff? I feel like you're coming for me. What is the one fast food restaurant you have NEVER been to? Denny's. Have you ever gotten to see the movie Twilight? Not the whole thing. Nicole got it for Christmas and played it that day, and I stayed out in the living room with the family 'cuz yeah, Christmas. What was your favorite cartoon character as a kid? Courage, probably. Do you live in a house or an apartment? House. Do you live in the city or country? Country. Do you take any prescription drugs? Yeah. What is the one TV show you could watch over and over again? That '70s Show. What is your favorite animal? Meerkats, specifically the Kalahari sub-species. Who were the last 3 males you talked to? Dad, Ryder, and Nick. What was the last alcoholic drink you tried for the first time? Did you like it? White wine and I wanted to die. Have you ever had to claim insurance? What for? No. Can you write in cursive? Yeah, but I've forgotten one or two letters. Not sure I recall the capital "g." Have you ever viewed the moon through a telescope? No. Where do you like to sit in the movie theater? Middle. Do you normally finish one book before starting another? When I read, I did. What is your favorite hot drink? Hot chocolate. Do you wish you had a pool table? Omg so I would love to have like an arcade sorta room with stuff like that, but I doubt it'll happen. Is chest hair a turn-on? I wouldn't call it that for me personally. I prefer none or little, but I'm not gonna find a guy unattractive just for that. Which has been the best year of your life so far? 2017. Full of growth and good memories. Do you have a picture with your middle finger up? No, but admittedly I wanna have one of Sara and me kissing with one for the camera because gay pride to piss off homophobes lol. If your boyfriend or girlfriend smoked pot, would you care? I'd care if it was for non-medicinal use and illegal in the state. When is the last time you attended a church service? Oh jeez. Sometime last year when Colleen was in her super-religious phase. Does it bother you when people respond with one word texts? If I'm making an effort to make conversation, yes. If there's not really anything to respond to, no. If you could have a twin, would you? No. If you had to give up your arms or your legs -which would it be? Legs. I cherish the use of my arms more. If a crystal ball could tell you the truth about yourself, your life, the future or anything else, what would you want to know? If I'll be happy and content. If you had to be sick for the rest of your life would you choose something that kills you quickly & painfully, or bearably but slowly? Yikes, not sure. I guess the latter? I don't want to just abruptly leave my loved ones. Have you ever made out with a member of the same sex? Not yet. :P What is the coolest band name you have ever heard? Definitely some kind of heavy or death metal band. Off the top of my head, I think Cradle of Filth sounds wicked. Who was the last smoker you were around? Did they smoke around you? Dad, and yes. Who do you know that can make you feel better if you’re not feeling happy? Sara and certain YouTubers. Are you more talkative over the Internet? YEAH DEFINITELY. Have you ever done something sexual that you regret? Nah. Loved him then, whatever. Have you ever said anything to the last person you kissed that you regret? Yeah. Where do you wanna go for vacation?  I'd love to go to the pink beaches in the Bahamas ahhhh Do you only wish the best for your ex? Yeah. I kinda even do with Jason, but at the same time, I want that fucker to see he will never find a perfect relationship, as he obviously wants judging from me and the girl he dated after me. So I take that back, I don't think I wish the best for him until he learns his lesson. Do you change your phone background a lot? No. Does a male or female sing the last song you listened to? Male. Can you count in Roman numerals? To a certain height. I don't know what comes after "X"s. Maybe "L?" What’s in your front yard? Grass, a small tree, some small flowers... Have you ever lucid dreamed? Would you like to, or does the thought of being able to control your dreams scare you? No, but it'd be cool to. Would you like the ability to read minds? No. Do you know how to fish? Yes. Did you/are you planning on going to college? I'm going back in January. Have you ever built a snowman? Yeah. We rarely get the kind of snow that packs enough to make one, though. When was the last time you moved to a new house? Over a year ago. Do you know any high school sweethearts? How’s life treating them? My best friend and her husband. They still love each other and have a son now. Which is the scariest ride you have ever been on in a theme park? This ride that took you way too high up into the air then abruptly dropped & it was horrifying ahhhhhh

#survey #quiz #questions #random

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thorne93 · 6 years

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Custody Battle (Part 6)

Prompt: You had a son with your first husband, Keanu, but he’s being raised by your new husband, Tom. The two men cannot stand each other, and every time Keanu shows up unannounced to see the kid, he and Tom always end up arguing.

Word Count: 2402

Warnings: divorce, anger, fighting, language

Notes: this took me so long to write….But thanks to my beta @like-a-bag-of-potatoes I got it done

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Tom Hiddleston: @camigt1999 @lenawiinchester

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Keanu and Tom had stuck to the deal you’d created. They attended their events and you had explained to Jaxton that everyone wanted to dedicate all their time and attention they could to the events that he had going on, but not everyone could be at every event. He said he was okay with it as long as someone was there for him, and so far, they had been. You’d made every game for soccer, and you left Keanu and Jaxton to the boy scout meetings, letting the men bond.

But now, of course, another thing had occurred for Jaxton. A birthday party. Not for him, but for a child in his class. He had brought home the silly looking invitation one day after school. So now, you had to take a night and go shopping with Jaxton to try and find a gift. As if you needed any more shit to do. Work was hectic as the year was coming to a close and the summer clothes were already in demand and you only had half your line sketched out. Not to mention running to all of his games, making sure dinner was on every night, keeping the house clean, and then getting him in bed every night.

“Alright, bud, what does this Carter kid like?” you asked as you pushed the cart and he sat in the big part of it, eyeing all the toys. “Does he like Hot Wheels, GI Joe, Monster trucks…?” you asked, listing off things as you saw them.

“I don’t really know,” he answered with a shrug.

“Oh, come on now, surely you noticed or heard him say something. Maybe his backpack has someone on it? Or maybe he was watching a movie he liked and said something to you?” you urged, praying you didn’t have to just pick up something generic.

“Mmmm,” he thought, twisting his little pink mouth to the side, looking adorable. “Oh, he likes Thor!” he suddenly said as he pointed to a Thor action figure. You wanted to laugh, but you resisted.

“Oh yeah?” you murmured as you pulled the figure off the wall. It was about $40, which was steep for a child’s toy, but you and Tom could spare some money for him. Heaven forbid you didn’t get a nice gift then all the other parents berate you for being rich and not sparing a dime on their kid. You rolled your eyes at the very thought.

Eyeing it, you had an idea for the toy, dropping it in the car.

Next was the birthday boy wrapping and birthday card. So the two of you ventured there, then picked up pizza on the way home, since you wouldn’t have time to make dinner.

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The party day had arrived and you were ready to take Jaxton and the gift to the party. Tom would be working about sixteen hours today and Keanu was on a press tour for one of his movies.

“Jaxton! Come on, baby!” you called up the stairs as you checked your phone for the time, gathering your purse, the gift, the card, and everything else you needed to get him to this party.

A minute later, you heard his little legs coming down the stairs.

“Ready, bud?” you asked sweetly and he nodded. “Okay, let’s go,” you said with a smile as you led him outside, locked the door, and then got in the SUV and drove about twenty minutes to the boy’s home.

Jaxton got out, offering to take the present, you handed it to him, and took your purse and the card, going to the door and ringing the doorbell. A blonde woman, probably the Carter’s mother, answered.

“Hey!” she greeted, smiling brightly at you two.

“Hi! I hope we aren’t too late!” you said, realizing you were about five minutes late.

“No not at all. I’m Rebecca,” she said, leaning forward and shaking your hand.

“Y/N,” you responded. “And this here is Jaxton,” you said, putting your hand on his head as he smiled up at her.

“So nice to meet you. Well come on in! Jaxton, you can put that present over here with the others,” she instructed.

He followed her to the table and you handed him the card to stick with the gift. Meanwhile, you looked around at all of the balloons, decorations, the cake over on the counter. It was any kid’s dream birthday party.

“Everyone is out back in the bouncy house if you’d like to join them,” she said, leaning down to be closer to eye level with your son. He nodded and ran off.

You laughed and smiled as his dark curls bounced around his cherub, pale face, and you saw him join about ten other kids in a bouncy house.

“So, Y/N, what do you do?” Rebecca asked as a mom came from the backyard, leaving another woman out there.

“Oh, I design clothes,” you said simply.

The other woman slid up beside Rebecca, eyeing your knee length red dress, shiny pump heels, handbag, and accessories. You looked like you’d just stepped off a fashion magazine photoshoot.

“And...is this your design?” the new woman, a dark brunette with olive skin asked, a slight distaste in her tone and expression.

“Actually, yes, it is. I try to wear my designs as often as possible. To be a bit of a billboard,” you said, laughing but they didn’t return the gesture.

“I’m Lori, by the way,” the brunette suddenly said.

“Y/N,” you introduced, shaking her hand.

“So, Y/N, are you one of those designers that overprices her clothing so high normal, middle class people can’t wear them?” Lori inquired with a challenging eyebrow quirk.

You shook your head slightly, pursing your lips. “I don’t believe so.”

“How much is that dress?”

“About $95, but some of my dresses go as low as $35 and up to $1000... I try to market business savvy, professional women who want a fresh look. I don’t want women to feel like as soon as they hit thirty they have to suddenly settle for drab colors and patterns, but I don’t want them to feel like they’re dressing out of their age. I try to make it so that a realtor, an accountant, a marketing advisor...any professional woman can feel youthful and vibrant.”

“Do you always remember your mission statement?” Rebecca asked, incredulous.

“Well...it is my mission statement,” you reminded, getting a very jealous and hateful vibe from these women.

“Right,” Rebecca noted as she eyed you up and down. “Well, you’re welcome to stay or if you have things to attend to…” she said, sneering at you.

Typically, you would’ve left Jaxton to have fun, but these women were being vicious to you, what would they do to your child if you left him alone? Would they single him out too? Would they cast judgement?

“No, I think I’ll stay…” you said.

They nodded, looking at you as if you were a walking parasite.

“So, Lori, what do you do?” you asked.

“I’m a domestic engineer.”

“So...a stay at home mom?” you clarified.

She nodded, as if she were a CEO. “Mhm.”

The three of you continued to talk as you learned their occupations and their kids’ ‘names. Then you set out to help the kids, play with them, get drinks for them. The pizza was delivered and all the kids horded around the food as if they’d never seen food before. You helped get pizza’s on plates and get the kids the slices they wanted. After that, it was cake and ice cream time. They got Carter a Thor cake and you smiled, knowing he would absolutely flip over the gift you and Jaxton had picked out. Rebecca cut the cake, and Lori scooped the ice cream.

“Can I help?” you asked as you walked over to Lori.

“Are you sure? Wouldn’t want you to dirty up that pretty dress of yours,” she remarked.

You frowned slightly. “I’m sorry. Did I do something to offend you or did we get off on the wrong foot or…?”

She put her hands on the counter as she looked at you. “We don’t like rich women in the area pretending they’re better than us. Just because you’re some hot shot designer and married two actors doesn’t make you some superstar, okay?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think I was making anyone feel bad,” you offered.

“My kid wants to know why he doesn't have brand new shoes like Jaxton, or why his coat isn’t as nice as Jaxton or why he doesn’t have all the newest and greatest comic book stuff. So you and your son know you’re shoving your money in everyone’s faces,” she retorted.

“I would never do that,” you evenly said. “I’m sorry you feel that way but my son nor I would ever make anyone feel bad about money.”

“Save it, okay?” she said, exhaustion in her voice as she carried over the ice cream plates.

You frowned, not understanding why they held a resentment towards you or your son. You sighed and just let it go and rejoined the festivities, texting Tom.

“Do you think I flaunt our money?” you texted.

“What? No? Why?”

“This mom here....well, she said I pretend I’m better than everyone,” you said, chewing your lip.

“You don’t, darling. You’re classy and you like finer things. But I’ve never seen you rub it in anyone’s face…”

“Thanks,” you said.

“Sounds like a fun party, hehe.”

You smiled at his response, loving the fact that he could always make you smile, even when you were feeling mad or upset.

“Oh, it is, lol. Jaxton seems to be having a good time.”

“Well, that’s all that matters, right? : )”

“Right,” you agreed.

You put your phone away in your handbag and the eating finished and Rebecca announced that it was time to open gifts and all of the kids cheered and squealed. The presents were getting opened and you realized a lot of the gifts were way under the budget you’d spent. The most expensive gift you’d seen so far was about $20 and it was for a monster truck you’d remembered seeing at the store.

They got to yours and Jaxton’s gift and Carter tore off the paper excitedly, seeing a Thor action figure.

“Oh my gosh! Wow!” he exclaimed, clearly excited as he gripped it. “Thank you!” he said.

“Thor signed it!” Jaxton said suddenly, pointing at it.

Rebecca, Lori, and Charlene, the other mom, snapped their eyes to you then back to the gift.

“Mhm, Thor signed it,” you confirmed. “Flip it over,” you instructed and Carter did. On the back, in big black Sharpie, you had Chris sign it. He signed it as Thor and as himself. It said “To Carter, from the Mighty Thor.”

“You had Chris Hemsworth sign a Thor action figure?” Lori asked, clearly put out with you.

You shrugged. “Well, yeah, he’s a good friend of ours, especially Tom’s. We just called him and--”

“And how much did this set you back?” Rebecca demanded. “This is the collector’s edition. It’s about fifty bucks,” she remarked, looking t the other women, shock and disdain on her face. “But adding that signature makes it over $100.”

“I’m sorry, I don't understand the problem. I got your son a wonderful gift,” you said, confused, gesturing to the box still in his hands.

“There was a $20 cap,” Charlene informed, her voice condescending.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” you said, apologetic. You weren’t trying to show anyone up, but you were new to the whole birthday thing. You didn’t want to show up with a cheap gift and everyone accusing you of being a tightass.

“Well maybe if you spent more time being a mother, and spent time with your son, you would know,” Lori snapped.

Your eyes went wide at her attack. Was she really attacking you for being a working mother? For supporting your child? For supporting your family?

“Excuse me for wanting to get your child a thoughtful, priceless gift. I won’t make that mistake again with any of you.” You started yanking your things onto your arms. “Jaxton, baby, come on, we’re leaving. Clearly we aren’t welcome here.”

“No, you’re not,” Rebecca noted as Jaxton was out of his chair and walking over to you, his face fallen.

“I told you she’s a stuck up you-know-what,” Lori said quietly to the other two.

You gritted your teeth. “You know what? I’m not going to feel bad that I didn’t know about this stupid spending cap. Not all of us can lay round on our asses all day while our kids are at school. Some of us work to support our families, to make sure they have the very best. If you don’t like your kids feeling inadequate, don’t blame me or my son, get up off your ass and do something about it,” you snapped.

You took Jaxton’s hand and nearly ran out of the home, getting him in the car and belted in before driving home, muttering the entire time. A few times, you chanced a glance to Jaxton, who seemed sad. You assumed it was because you’d taken him from the party early.

“Bud, I’m real sorry about all of that,” you said, reaching over and patting his leg. “Those other mom’s were being real mean to me though and...Mommy lost her cool,” you said, sighing and running a hand through your hair.

“Now they’ll be even meaner to me,” he said so quietly, so under his breath you almost didn’t catch it.

You narrowed your eyes and stopped at a red light. “What did you say?” you inquired, your voice gentle but firm.

“The other kids...they...they’re gonna be mean to me now. More than ever,” he informed.

“The other kids are mean to you?” you asked before someone honked behind you, letting you know the light had turned green, but you’d been facing Jaxton and not paying attention. You jumped, waved a friendly wave in the mirror, and drove forward. “Honey, I want you to hold that thought, okay? We’ll talk when we get home.”

Your hands were kneading the steering wheel as your gut dropped. Your chest filled with dread. The idea of your son being bullied was...nauseating, enraging, and heartbreaking.

#custody battle #tom hiddleston fic #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston #keanu reeves fic #keanu reeves

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8/20/17

At my last counseling session, she suggested that I start journaling more again. She also asked me to think about and right where I would like to see myself in 1 year, 5 years and 10 years. Write 3-4 paragraphs for each. I don’t see 3-4 paragraphs happening! lol I just don’t. I have really lost touch with myself, who I am, who I want to be. I’m getting older, and dealing with so much with my health, I just don’t see myself being able to reach many goals, so why set goals?

One goal I have is an 8 month goal. Mark and I finally set a date, we’e getting married April 21, 2018. That gives me 8 months to lose some weight!! Today, i’ve been really bad on my “diet”, though. At way too many honey roasted peanuts, a chocolate cake thing, left over pasta (pasta with marinara, sausage and chopped polish sausage), and some cheesy tots. And it’s only 4PM! Making sirloin pork chops tonight, around 6. I’ve already ate too much. I have drank almost 4 16.9 oz bottles of water already, so that’s a good thing. I had one can of coke.

Anyway, I weighed myself today, 306.6. IF I can lose 2 pounds per week, I could lose 68 pounds by April 21st. Which would put me at 238 pounds. That would be the lowest i’ve weighed in more than 10 years! Sad but true. When I was 19/20, I weight 225. I looked pretty good at that size, that would be awesome to get close to that weight again. However, I will be happy to get back to 250 again. I was 249 about 4 years ago, around a size 20, and felt pretty good, looked a lot better than I do now! I liked a lot of my pics, even some full body pics. So, my goal is 250. Any more of a loss is just a bonus! I can do this.........but I can’t let myself eat junk all the time. I used to eat so healthy, then I started dating Mark, and it all changed.

Marriage. It scares me. I don’t know why exactly. It’s a huge step, one I only want to make once. I don’t want to ever be divorced.....which is part of the reason I have avoided marriage. You can’t get divorced without a marriage, right? lol I take it extremely seriously. I always wanted to be 100% sure. Then, I also fear change.... I fear that he will change. Or even that I will change. So many relationships fall apart, after marriage. Plenty fall apart without marriage, of course, I realize that. When I was a little girl, my Mom would tell me how marriage changes people, that a once you’re married the man thinks he owns you and he changes.

I always dreamt of a pretty wedding, a wonderful married life, taking care of my husband and family. I already live as a married woman, just without the marriage certificate. So, not much will change there. What changes will there be? Will we be closer as a couple? Will one of us change, and the fighting begin? Will our relationship strengthen or will it fall apart? I want the happily ever after! <3

I’ve been looking at rings. I want a comfortable ring, but I like the ones with jewels around the band (cubic zirconia, in particular) - they don’t seem to be comfortable though? I don’t know. I’ve also been looking at dresses! I can’t afford a gorgeous wedding gown. I’m hoping to be able to save up around $100 to buy a nice formal dress, like maybe a prom dress, something pretty but more reasonably priced. I don’t know what size I will be, though. I’d like to at least be down to a size 20. 16/18 would be awesome, but doubtful. I have looked at girls dresses, too... Sierra is going to be a junior bridesmaid, so she will need a pretty dress with pink. I have to keep it as economical as possible, though. Mark will need a suit, too.

I am not sure how to do all the “wedding party” stuff. Mark says he will have Nathan as his best man. He will ask his brother and brother in law to be groomsmen. He could ask his nephew Michael to be a groomsmen, too. I don’t know whether I will have a maid of honor. I wasn’t even sure i’d ask anyone to be bridesmaids at first. I’m not super close with any of my female friends. But, I asked my cousin Alissa to be a brides maid. I am also thinking about asking Rachel, Jessica, Diane and Joy. Sierra will be a junior brides maid, and I may ask Jade, Gaby and Jasmine to be junior brides maids as well, undecided. Flower girl, Mark’s niece Serenity. Ring bearer.....maybe his nephew Noah? He could do junior groomsmen and have his other two nephews in the wedding. To be fair. I might have a junior maid of honor, instead of a regular maid of honor, and ask Sierra to be it.

I want a Spring outdoor wedding. Need some place with seating.... like benches, or something. A friend said she had hers at the lake, a place called Washington county park, and used the ampitheater stage. Need to find out if they have seating available. Can’t afford a bunch of chairs. There is a nice ampitheater in Marion, and Hungry mothers park, and it does have seating. But it’s expensive to rent everything and they charge like $5 per car for parking! So, it’s doubtful. Wish we had a good amount of money, could do that and rent a cabin for the honeymoon night. I wish we could do a beach wedding, honestly.

Who will officiate the ceremony? I know of a sweet minister, haven’t seen him in about 10 years, and I can’t locate him online. I worry that he may have passed. :( Mark’s uncle could do it, but he was the one who married Mark and his exwife......so it feels a little weird to me. I don’t know. We won’t have a lot of money to spend on anything, though........so options are very limited.

I do feel weird about Nathan. I used to think he’s be the groom in my wedding, and now he’s the best man. I love Mark, and i’m SO happy that I met and fell in love with him, he’s my everything. But, I can’t help but to feel weird about it. There are unresolved feelings that I doubt will ever be truly resolved. It’s just the way it is, I can’t help it. I was recently honest with Mark about my feelings, to an extent. He swears I already told him.......and I do not remember this. lol It must have been some time when I was a little drunk. I’m glad he is so understanding. I have room in my heart to love more than one person.

I’m feeling emotional again, and I hate it. So, enough of this blog for the moment.

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Just Things About Riverdale, Chapter Ten: The Lost Weekend

Well, here we fucking go.

Oh god.

“I barely acknowledge my own birthday.”

Same, dude. Same.

Gasp.

We’re finally talking about Archie “mysterious” mother.

Official divorce. Damn. What went down, seriously?

Two years, holy shit.

Ah, Fred is leaving. The whole scene-jumping sequences involving dumb high-schoolers partying is starting to make sense, unfortunately.

“Friendervention.” I don’t know why I’m laughing, but I’m laughing.

Archie & Betty?

“Three musketeers!” Aw.

Aw.

“I thought maybe I’d surprise him.”

Yeah, that sounds like a bad idea.

“I think the best gift that I could give to Jughead would be to stay away.”

I hurt in places that don’t exist.

Hostile eye-contact with the Pussy Cats.

I hope they fuck Archie UP.

Sorry, it’s been a long day, I’m feeling a little hostile.

“Jughead’s never had a Birthday party!”

Archie’s head-nod.

Jughead and Betty clearly weren’t super close before the start of the school year, if she’s had no idea about that. How do you not know something like that about a friend?

Am I actually, like, sort of--maybe--classifying Archie as the Better Friend during this episode?

I’m not sure how to deal with this?

“A low-key surprise party!”

Archie’s anxious head shake.

DANGER WILL ROBINSON. DANGER.

“NO.”

“Jughead doesn’t like his birthday!”

Okay, guys, fine.

Jughead&Archie.

“Jughead is a lone wolf.” He fucking sounds like he’s quoting Jughead.

What part of “Don’t turn around” do they not understand???

“Not that I care because he’s evil incarnate.”

“You don’t have to go Dark Betty on me.”

Betty has so many fucking rage issues, and I find it alarmingly relatable.

I really want her to punch him in his smug little FACE.

“But I can damn well make sure my boyfriend has the best Birthday of his life.”

I’m having flashbacks to that stupid fucking baby shower.

“Screw it, I’m with Betty.”

Archie.

I was fucking rooting for you, man.

“It’s going to be epic.”

It’s going to be catastrophic, calling it now.

“I didn’t mean to ambush you.”

Are you sure? Because it looks to me like you meant to ambush him.

“You’re really falling for this Jones boy, aren’t you?”

I really just love the fact that there’s no judgement. Alice is straight up supporting her daughter; it’s such a violent turn-around from the Alice we knew Before.

Excuse me for a moment, I just need to go into another room and spend 5 to 10 minutes squealing over the fact that Jughead apparently comes with his own sound-effects.

This episode is uncomfortably relatable.

75 years? Holy shit.

This whole HBIC face-off just feels really...superfluous?

Also, I’m really disappointed that Cheryl and Veronica’s friendship just went up in flames, before my very eyes.

I have no fucking words for how angry I am.

Like, is Chuck really supposed to be some kind of threat?

Because, honestly? Who fucking gives a shit?

There is absolutely nothing threatening about that fucking toad.

Emotional blackmail, signed with love by Daddy. Nice.

THAT FUCKING SHIRT.

“Do I look like Jughead to you?”

Maybe in the right lighting.

“You really shouldn’t have.”

“...Are you drunk?”

Wow, yeah, just kinda hit me that Jughead would automatically know. How could he not?

A Spanish Happy Birthday! <3

I love the fact that they incorporate Veronica’s heritage into the show with little things like that.

“Thanks everyone,” he says with no sincerity, at all.

“Oh, it’s Kevin.”

Wow, hot damn, what a voice.

“That was..haunting, Betty.”

LMAO, yeah it was.

Wow, I paused the episode to type out my thoughts, and Betty is right in the middle of kissing Jughead’s cheek. In the other Just Things About posts that I’ve written, I know that I’ve mentioned the expression on Jughead’s face when Betty kisses him. The only way I can think to describe him in those moments is warm.

Right here, though, as Jughead stares down at that (honestly) weird-ass cake, and Betty pecks him on the cheek, Jughead reminds me of the cold. There is no warmth in his expression; there’s no happiness there.

I suppose that, essentially, Jughead looks the way that he currently feels.

(That feeling that he described to Archie over an entire pan of pizza in the Andrews’ kitchen.)

Jughead looks overwhelmingly, achingly alone, and it’s an unsettling thing to see when he is surrounded by people who claim to be his friends.

“I wish it were just the two of us right now.”

“That makes two of us.”

“Why the hell is everything so doom and gloom with you, Jug?”

It’s a real fucking mystery.

“I’m not normal. I’m not wired to be normal.”

“Did you really think you could throw a party without inviting moi?”

Why don’t these people lock their doors? It’s like they want to be robbed.

“Screw it, one in the kitchen, one in the backyard!”

I vote that we take Jughead and give him to some better friends, who’s with me?

“Valerie’s here, and I think she wants me back.”

LMFAO

IN YOUR FUCKING DREAMS.

“Now we’re here, in the middle of a Seth Rogan movie.”

I don’t even know why I’m laughing.

Joaquin&Kevin.

Why does this keep happening?

Oh shit.

“I’m sorry that, after you sexually harassed those girls, there were actual consequences, Chuck.”

“These kids are more on-the-ball than the Sheriff.”

You have no fucking clue.

LMAO

Alice Cooper, with the fucking binoculars. I can’t even.

“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m weird. I’m a weirdo. I don’t fit in.”

I’m okay. I am so okay. I am, like, the most okay ever.

I don’t feel SAD. Like, what even are emotions, you know? I don’t fucking know.

“Why are you getting so upset?”

Hmm, maybe it’s because you did the complete opposite of what he wanted on a day that he clearly can’t stand.

“I hate that word.”

“We’re on borrowed time.”

“Or until Archie changes his mind and says he wants to be with you?”

I, uh

“You shut me out, remember? It’s too late.”

Melody, being there for her girl.

Ugh. Archie, you dumbass.

On today’s episode of Archie Makes Bad Decisions.

“This whole night is bad luck.”

FP’s Concerned Dad(tm) expression.

Cheryl and Chuck are, like, the worst tag-team in the history of ever.

“But did you love him, maybe, in ways that a sister shouldn’t?”

Holy hell on ice.

“I want you to go back inside and talk to your girl.”

“Don’t run away! You’ve got something good here, with her, with your friends! Something that--something that we could never give you.”

I”M NOT CRYING, YOU’RE CRYING!

“Snakes don’t shed their skin so easily.”

Omg, Alice Cooper makes so much more sense, now.

Does she have the tattoo? I really hope she has the tattoo.

“And all this time, I thought you were a lover, not a fighter.” “I’m both; I’ve got layers.”

Like an onion?

“Maybe I’m not used to it, maybe I’m scared.”

Oh, Betty.

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Jughead’s expression when he sees Betty’s palms.

His hands around hers, his lips pressed to her knuckles.

The way Betty looks at Jughead while he’s looking down at their hands, like he’s something special, and she doesn’t understand how she got so lucky.

“By Monday, this will all be but a dream. Trust me, no one will remember anything.”

Pfffffffffttt. Okay, sweetie, if you say so.

“Why do I keep doing this?”

I’ve been wondering the same thing. Only, like, along the lines of, “Why does he keep doing this?”

“I keep wrecking things.”

Again, except, “He keeps wrecking things.”

“Welcome to my life.”

Please don’t start.

There she goes.

“Everyday I wonder, what if I had left Riverdale with my mom?”

It’s like the writer’s are handing out prompts to fanfic authors.

“We all are, Archie, and honestly? You less than most.”

...What??

Archie&Veronica???????????

He took the mattress on the floor, that is so cute.

“Dont worry, my lips are sealed.”

Damnit all, can’t you guys be friends already?

“I believe in you, Mom.”

Aw.

OMG.

IT WAS A BURGER.

BETTY MADE HIM A CAKE THAT LOOKS LIKE A BURGER.

THAT’S FUCKING ADORABLE.

I need glasses.

“So, you and Veronica?”

Pinky out when he takes a drink.

“This is a small town, but it’s not that small.”

Shit is about to go doooooown.

Betty&Veronica.

Some much needed Beronica.

“The last time you brought me baked goods was because you kissed Archie.”

Betty&Veronica.

Betty&Veronica holding hands.

Oh, fuck off, you Actual Five Headed Dragon.

“We’re home.”

Oh shit.

I wasn’t going to do this tonight, because I just got off work, I’ve got the mother of all migraines, and I wasn’t sure I’d be coherent enough to take everything in and then spit out proper notes. So, I may come back to this episode at a later date, when I’m a little more awake, and add to it, like I did with Chapter Eight (?).

No, scratch that, I will definitely revisit and add a part two, because there was so much that I didn’t address, because I just??? I can’t even properly express the way I felt about some of these scenes right now, I’m really drained from work, and there’s a lot that I really do want to talk about.

On the upside, this time Jughead’s birthday was just as shitty as every other day of the year.

LOL

Okay, sorry, I’m going.

#riverdale spoilers #riverdale #spoilers #ash watches riverdale #chapter ten #the lost weekend #your lack of beronica is disturbing #anyone else catch the last jedi teaser trailer?#so good #night vale references #ash watches archie makes bad decisions #ash watches betty makes bad decisions #ash watches the whole of riverdale makes bad decisions #it's 2.31 #i'm fuckin going to bed

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