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laughing-with-god · 5 years ago

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Pandemonium XII

(Author’s note; so I owe everyone an apology. I haven’t written for this story in a long ass time and tbh it shows. I’m sorry but I lost inspo for this story and that’s why this story had been dead for so long. I’m trying to get back into the flow of this plot, so please just have a little more patience with me. I have no right to ask for that but I really need it. But anyway, this chapter is more of a buildup for the next big event I want to happen in this story, please enjoy.)

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“Your mom’s chest hair!”- Janis Ian, Mean Girls

You were having a Lindsay Lohan moment in a bathroom stall….except the ‘Regina George’ in this situation was God fucking with you in a form of a shitty day.

Okay…*record scratch* you’re probably wondering how you got yourself into this mess.

You gasped after the dreaded ‘D’ word left your mouth and before you could give Namjoon a chance to respond over the phone, you hastily pressed the ‘end call’ button to return to your pitiful sobs.

Except these sobs were harder than the ones before because like...what the fuck?? You called Namjoon daddy….. Why?

The taboo word slipped past your lips as if it was nothing, as if your brain didn’t send signals to your mouth to form the name and release it. You didn’t give your mouth permission to utter it, but it was said into the receiver of your phone before you could even process why the fuck you would say it.

“‘Word vomit”, some might say.

Two ‘Mean Girls’ themes in one day...you were on a role.

How could you face him after that? Knowing you accidentally fed into his dumbass daddy kink just because you were having a meltdown and needed someone to call on. The fucker probably thought he ‘snapped you into submission’ or something. His pathetic male ego was most likely purring right now.

And your timing couldn’t possibly be any worse.

You JUST had this conversation with him and told him that you would never play into his weird little bdsm game, yet here you were. You couldn’t comprehend your own stupidity.

Hastily, you pulled out your laptop from your bag. While sitting on the toilet with little regard for hygiene in favor of your record-breaking distress; you quickly opened your gmail to send a message to your professors that you would be missing class for the rest of the day.

After doing so, you slammed the device shut and exited the stall.

The mirror reflected the tiredness and annoyance you felt. Your skin was blotchy and drained of color whilst your nose and eyes were red with evidence of your crying. The swelling of your eyelids was enough to make you head to the sink in attempt to splash some cold water onto them.

While hunched over the sink, you heard your phone buzz from its’ place in your pocket. You reached around to grab it but when you saw whom it was, you felt the need to throw it out the window before jumping out yourself.

However the person calling was not to be put off by the decline to talk, given they only tried again and again. When the device began buzzing for the fifth time, you groaned but answered it in hopes to give them a piece of your mind and end the line of future communication for good.

“What do you want?!” You growled, sure to let the bitchiness overlap your tone.

“Y/n! Thank god you picked up! Where are you? I saw you looked really down and just ran away. Do you want me to take you home?” You heard a rustle over the phone which told you that he was indeed looking for you. His heavy footsteps and background noise of student chatter hinted that he was still wandering campus in search of you.

“No Jungkook, I really rather not talk to you right now.” You bluntly responded.

“Why? did I do something wrong? At least let me talk to you~” He whined pathetically, the sound more annoying than what you originally recalled it to be.

“I don’t know. Maybe ask your bros why I feel like trash.” You couldn’t help but be passive aggressive, not caring if you were giving in to the stereotypical women trope of being petty without reason and emotional without logic.

“My ‘bros’? What does that mean? Did one of them say anything to you? Because if they did then I will kill them I swear-” You cut him off with a bitter laugh.

“Listen, I don’t think I can have a sugar daddy who goes to the same school as me. It’s too….” you struggled to find the perfect word. “...problematic.” You said, the words surprising even you for the solution to the problem was staring at you right in the face.

With the other brothers, there was a clear line of personal life and professional. You never had to worry about running into them on campus or having your classes and peers interfered with given that all of them were older. All except Jungkook. And although he was closer to age with you, he still was a man. And you rarely trusted men that age, much less men in general. You would live in constant fear that he would spill the truth to your classmates about what you’ve degraded yourself to in the name of money. Today was a slap in the face of just how much power Jungkook held over you in this arena, the paranoia now unveiled by seeing him laugh and talk to other college guys.

It was too risky.

“W-what? Where is this coming from?” His footsteps became more hurried as his voice began to tremble. “Where are you? Let’s talk about this. We all have bad days, Y/n. I’m sure tomorrow you’ll think differently. Just tell me where you are so-”

You ended the call.

What followed was a nervous pacing driven by your frenzied exhaustion of the drastic turn of the day. Perhaps when this day was over you would look back and realize that this was an extreme over reaction on your part. But at this very moment, in the midst of a nervous breakdown, all you felt was an insufferable itch to abandon anything and everything that seemed to complicate matters. And at the moment, Jungkook was very much complicating an already complex situation.

Your head pounded due to the sudden stress it had to endure in the last few hours. With a deep sigh, you paused your pacing to rest against the wall and catch your breath...or rather hyperventilate. Over the sound of your haggard gasps for air, your phone continued it’s onslaught of ringing. It was a mixture of calls and texts that only succeeded in making your brain ache more.

There was no ignoring for the disturbance of peace was persistent. You felt annoyance in its’ purest form and was determined to yell at the fuckboy to never contact you again. This was your goal when you picked up the device to answer the incoming call.

“Leave me alone!!” You barked into the speaker after pressing the phone to your ear, no time wasted on greetings.

“.....I don’t recall asking for that attitude so I strongly recommend that you drop it.” A baritone voice rumbled right in your ear.

You spluttered for a moment as you were met with Namjoon over the line and not the expected manchild.

“Listen, I’m in your campus parking lot if you need a ride home.”

This statement made you gather your senses.

“I-I don’t recall asking you to come.” You bit back, startled at his sheer boldness.

He chuckled. “Yeah, because you’re obviously doing so well where you’re at right now.”

“Sometimes I can’t help but wonder who you think you are.” You said this through gritted teeth.

“Don’t worry about who I think I am and just focus on what you think I am; daddy.”

You choked on your own salavia. “I’ll drop you just like I did your brother, don’t fucking try me I swear.”

“Dropped? My brother? You must tell me more when you get in the car.” He sighed, voice as casual as someone discussing the weekend weather.

“You still have yet to tell me why I should leave with you.” You rolled your eyes while saying this. You noticed something within the brothers, they all only paid attention to what they wanted to and never what they didn’t. It was selective focus that you suspected was inherited from the breastmilk because they all had it.

“Let me break down your options. You can ignore my ride and continue your hellish day at school whilst trying to avoid crying again. You can ignore my ride and insist that you go home on your own, relying on some public transport given it’s pouring rain out here. Or you can save yourself the trouble and take a free ride home.”

Perhaps you were just too tired and drained to even muster another retort. You felt your stance slump as you released another sigh of defeat (you seemed to be doing this a lot lately),

You were a prideful person.

But you also weren’t stupid.

Why bite the hand that feeds you?

Even if that hand was attached to an insufferable and egotistical man….it was still feeding you.

“I’ll be out in a sec.”

How many unlucky events could occur within the same 24 hours?

You seemed to be the runner up for that record breaking given you just tumbled up yet another unfortunate conclusion.

Namjoon’s car was quiet except the pattering of the rain against the vehicle. You had not said a word and neither had he. Perhaps it was your stiff posture and miserable expression that told him to back off. Thankfully, it was a short ride to your dorm.

But a doomful emptiness welcomed you when you reached into your pocket for the usual key to said dorm.

It was missing.

And Kat was at school and wouldn’t be back till hours later.

Namjoon watched carefully as your face dropped and hand frantically grasp around your (empty) pocket.

“Oh no~” He whined in a fake tone of concern that barely masked his grin of delight. “Did you lose something?”

You glared at him but huffed, “I don’t have my key.”

“Whatever shall you do?” Namjoon was really bad at acting, even his dimples were on display as he tried his best to pull off looking sorry.

“I’ll wait until my roommate comes back.” It was unrealistic as Kat wouldn’t be back until much later and that’s a lot of time to spend just sitting outside your front door, but he didn’t have to know that.

“Y/n, don’t be stupid.” he chuckled and before you could reach over to open your door, you felt him pull out of the parking lot.

“Hey! What the fuck?! Stop this car right now!” You growled and watched in horror as he crruised into the main road.

“No, you’re coming to my place.”

Namjoon’s apartment was far too big for one single person.

It was yet another high-rise penthouse that was doused in expensive furniture and decor that somehow managed to be brutally pricey while also being overly minimalistic. Blacks and greys seemed be colors fond to Namjoon’s heart and you briefly got flashbacks of a certain bunny-smiled fuckboy…

Just what did the brothers have against color?

Did it come with the territory of being rich?

Were dark colors the only thing allowed in their aesthetic?

The layout of the apartment was a bit more complex than Jungkook’s home. When one entered the apartment, you were in a small corridor that eventually lead to a living area (complimented with a bar and fireplace) while next to it was an open kitchen area. You spotted a smaller hallway beside the kitchen but you didn’t bother asking what the other rooms were, though you counted three. Before one could get into the hallway, one would have to pass a staircase that lead to an upper level of the residence.

Your time of inspecting the space was cut short as Namjoon gestured for you to follow him.

He lead you up the stairs, and you noted with small surprise that the whole second floor was just his massive bedroom.

He began talking and walked around the area comfortably, lazily unclasping his rolex watch and tossing it onto one of the bedside tables.

“I have some extra sweats in the third drawer down over there. You can wear those and I’m sure you can find an extra t-shirt in the drawer above it. I have netflix and hulu and whatever the fuck you kids watch these days. Not that youtube red bullshit though.” he explained before he began pulling his tie off.

You made your way over to the drawer that he had refenced, pride being easily outweighed by the alluring comfort of over-sized sweats and a t-shirt. You spotted a doorway leading to a connected bathroom, so after you gathered the clothes you made way to dress there.

When you returned back to the bedroom, Namjoon was nowhere to be seen.

You didn’t quite care. Instead you hopped into the bed and climbed under the covers, moaning as you did so due to the cloud-like softness of the matress and the gentle threading of the expensive sheets.

You rolled over but felt the hardness of a remote halt your movement.

You grasped at the object and used it to light the giant flat screen across from the bed to life. It didn’t take long until you found a movie to entertain you.

You were about 10 minutes into Ratatouille (cheering the old hag on as she shot up some rats) when you heard weighted foot steps approach up the stairs.

Stubbornly you kept your gaze on the film, not addressing the male as he climbed into the other side of the bed with you.

“So, are you going to talk about what happened today?”

“I think I finally snapped.” You deadpanned, purposely avoiding further details.

“I’m going to take the freedom to assume that you’re meerely referencing a bad day and not a murder or something.” He rumbled, causing you to shoot him a glare.

Namjoon had a way of speaking that was amazingly condescending, yet it was not the tangible type of rude (as in the type that you could call out). It was very clever, as if he was explaining something to a child and not a grown woman, it was amicable enough to slip under the radar but the symboliminal passive aggressiveness was also evident to anyone willing to pay attention.

You huffed and flipped to your side, curling up and closing your eyes as you let the stressful weight on your eyelids win its’ battle.

“Are you going to tell me about the brother you ‘dropped’?” He pushed, not at all affected by your show of bratiness.

“Your toddler asshole brother was talking about me to his other fuck boy allies.” You informed him, eyes still closed and ignoring the sting in your heart at the foul memory.

“I’m not the one to say ‘I told you so’ but I’m pretty sure I expressed that you needed a man and not a boy.” After saying this, you felt his larger and warm form curl behind you. One of his lengthy arms circled around your waist and pulled you into his firm chest.

“I need money.” you said, strategically not favoring the ‘man’ or the ‘boy’ as it was not a relationship so much as a business transaction. You then instinctively breathed in his foriegn cologne that somehow smelled aristocratic. You found his smell to be very soothing, and very ‘Namjoon’. Is it possible for certain scents to just scream money?

“I make my own wealth while Kook has to rely on his trust fund.”

You snorted at this and allowed your body to melt into his, exhaustion being harder to keep at bay.

Silence spilled onto the bed after that, the only sound being the french music of the Ratatouille movie sounding from the high-tech speakers. The world became flooded in darkness and the only stimulation you were able to experience was the feeling of Namjoon’s nose running up and down your neck, his breath ghosting the skin and leaving goosebumps in its’ wake.

A warm glow of vulnerability blossomed from your stomach as you curled closer to Namjoon’s side, a touch starved mammal was all you could bring yourself to identify with in that moment. You didn’t quite care that cuddling was a tad too intimate for your tastes, you were far too tired and simply appreciated the protective hold he had you in. It lulled you to sleep and calmed the nerves that had been abusing you all day.

You just hoped he wouldn’t read too into it or bring it up to the others.

It would be a shame if another Jungkook situation happened again.

With that though, you fell into a deep sleep.

Dreaming of baguettes and cold hard cash.

“What the fuck do you mean he found out?”

“How should hell should I know?”

“Joon, you’re the closest to him. You can talk him out of this.”

“It’s out of my hands. Once he’s made his mind up, nothing could change it.”

These were the words you heard pull you out of your slumber.

The voices started out muffled but became more coherent as you became more aware. You pulled yourself from the dark comfort of sleep and opened your eyes to investigate the intrusive sounds.

You groggily sat up and glanced around the bedroom, only to discover it was completely empty and dark; the television no longer on and Namjoon no longer present. This meant that the voices were coming from downstairs, you could see the light from below and the sounds of pacing occuring in the living room.

You yawned and stretched before slowly getting up from the bed to lean over the railing.

Namjoon was pacing beside the wall-sized glass while three other people were sat on the enormous sofas, faces not clear due to the sky-view that only allowed you to make out the tops of their heads.

“Well, it’s not for us to decide really. Y/n would have to make up her own mind about it. We can’t force anything.”

The light-hearted and soft spoken tone was easily deduced to be Hoseok.

And at the mention of your name you decided to waltz down the steps, all too eager to involve yourself in the phantom conflict you were somehow associated with.

At your approaching figure, all their heads snapped towards you.

Seokjin, Yoongi and Hoseok all widened their eyes at the sight of you.

“What the fuck is she doing here?” Yoongi growled, glaring at Namjoon with his piercing black eyes.

“Princess, did Joon force you here or something?” Jin favored to focus on you, eyes roaming up and down your figure in search of any evidence of harm.

You shook your head in response to Jin and directed your attention to Namjoon, who was furiously shaking his head in decline to the foul implication of him trapping you here.

“Okay so...what were you guys talking about? Who found out what and how do I have anything to do with it?” You asked while casually plopping yourself between Yoongi and Hoseok, noticing the way they grimaced at the clothes you were wearing (belonging to their brother).

“Nevermind that honey. Have you eaten yet? Do you want us to uber eats you something?” Hoseok’s attempt to divert the subject matter was laughable enough to make you roll your eyes.

“I’m fine thank you. Now onto the decision I supposedly have to make.” You watched as the brothers awkwardly exchanged glances, obviously caught off guard and not knowing how to dampen your interest in the clearly sensitive issue.

“Babe why don’t you tell them about the Kook situation.” Namjoon prompted, causing the three brothers to raise eyebrows at you. You scoffed at Joon and shook your head.

“I’d rather address the ordeal you guys were talking about before I came down.”

“Yn, it’s not often that I give a shit so please don’t take my words lightly; you’re gonna wanna stay out of this shit-show.” Yoongi told you with that deep voice of his, face unusually somber in contrast to his usual aloof expression.

“Well now I have to know.” You groaned. If it was enough to make Yoongi on edge then it must’ve been a serious matter. Your interest was peaked and you couldn’t help the need to know what the fuck was going on.

“Y/n, why don’t we wait ‘til later to talk about it? We still have to tell our other brothers and figure out the details. I wouldn’t want to give you half the story.” Jin said this with a kind smile, a dazzling show that he must frequently use on women to make them bend to his wishes.

You huffed a breathless chuckle and stood up.

“Tell me now or I will walk home and never speak to any of you, I swear on everything holy!”

“Being a brat won’t get you anywhere.” Namjoon frowned, as he always did when any disobedience was shown on your side.

“How long are you going to use that threat?” Yoongi drawled.

“Guys, lets just tell her.” Hoseok pleaded with the others, always one to submit to any demands.

“Fine, but don’t force her into anything. This isn’t the only option. We could always work around this.” Jin sighed.

“Yn….our dad was informed by various employees that we had an altercation during your job interview.” Namjoon ran a hand through his hair and plastered on a look of despair (an expression that didn’t fit his powerful aura). “He has requested that he meets with all of us.”

“What does that have to do with me? Is he an evil mob boss or something?”

“.....Our dad is a very….terrifying man.” Hoseok said, face also downcast.

Yoongi took it upon himself to finish your unanswered question.

“And it includes you because he told us to bring you along.”

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roseamongroses · 6 years ago

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PP part (3): “cold park-benches and too bright screens are inadequate places for roman’s break down, but he’ll take it”

Warnings:Aftermath/Part of breakdown, self depricating/ self blame thoughts (along the lines of existence), home sickness, probably some dependency issues, somewhat violent hyperboles cursing tbh (pls tell me if i missed something)

Characters/Sides: Roman Sanders, Logan Sanders, Patton Sanders (brief)

p(1) p(2) p(4)

Ao3

On paper. Patton and Roman were Inseparable

His hands were numbed, holding his lolled head from completely collapsing onto the park bench he was curled into. His clothes were scratchy, the stains from earlier that night still angrily present across his thighs and shirt.

Ignoring how the cold pressed into his thighs, into him, he scrolled through his phone, not noticing how he squinted at the light, not noticing how he didn’t even bother turning down the light, and not acknowledging the worried streams of text he got from Patton. He’s not even sure they were from Patton.

He wasn’t sure about much nowadays.

Life after high school was really the cold jump in the lake Roman sure as hell didn’t sign up for. Nothing was right, not the classes he wanted, no, strived to get into, not his teachers, not his now blurry future plans, and certainly not his relationships.

Because he certainly knows how to fuck up basic human interactions. He doesn’t even know when it happened, he was usually so in control, everything was in his grasps. He had the confidence, the charm, he could carry a conversation without feeling the bile in his throat follow through with it's threats. He was perfect.

But it was fucking exhausting.

School piled up quickly, homework seemed to be an endless game of catch up of things he isn’t even sure they learned, and all around him it felt like everyone was mocking them with their ease, with their achievements. People getting diplomas, finishing top of their class, even just managing to go out to get some shitty cold coffee with their friends without their body going into full panic mode. All he could feel, all he got was him slipping. Slipping and slipping. Until he did it, he finally reached his grand climax, the finale to end all finale’s.

He fucked up.

And now he might as well disappear.

His fingers mindlessly scrolled faster as Roman blinked back the familiar sensation fogging his mind.Nothing really on the screen to comfort or calm him, more like the sensation of feeling something, even as simple as the cool, surprisingly unshattered phone in his palm provided a sense of weight and comfort. Eventually the fogg slipped away, quietly, job done.

His throat untightened, his body untensed, and now he just existed. Amongst the barren trees, the foreign nipping air, and the stench of the city not too far from here. He let himself become one with this picture, let his mind fade into the noisy, car horns sometimes faint voices. He picks out each, puts them into their boxes and moves on, ignoring how he embarrassing wishes he could hear the damn cicadas screech their heads off.

Instead he hears the shuffling of footsteps approaching, slow and steady. Roman huffed, dropping his head into his arms in a lame attempt at hiding… everything really. He peeked, curiosity ever the bitch, catching a glimpse at the familiar, faintly worn in brown [shoe name] that stopped in front of him.

He didn’t greet them, it just felt...wrong to speak at all. He could speak now, thoeretically like he could theoretically shoot a puppy. He could, but he wouldn’t. It was wrong by the sheer fact that every sense of his being felt like it was stuffed with cotton and freshly sewn up.

“Roman,” he greeted, voice freshly woken up and hoarse, and Roman winced.

He woke him up.

A few beats of silence, before they sighed, the creak of the park bench beside Roman grabbing his attention. A few more and Roman finally dragged himself to at least look at the man, he could do that much he thinks.

Dark brunette hair, their neat waves tucked behind their ear in defiance. Glassless eyes only making the sharpness of the blue stand out even more against their tanned skin. Said eyes flickered over him in a brief display of concern and Roman tried not to let that feed his ego.

“Roman, you know he worries about you. ” Logan said, no more no less could be said.

So Roman didn’t say anything, instead focusing on Logan’s shoes, noting his change in shoelace color. Black to brown, a bold choice.

Another pause, another silence. It was weird, weeks of staying with Logan abroad was constantly filled with some noise. Yelling, pens clicking, coffee brewing. A different type of cadence then home, one that matched his pace, challenged his pace. But today, it was slow moving, a hesitant crescendo. It’s soft, yet strong cadence stirred him with familiarity.

“You don’t have to talk about it with me.” Logan finally said, voice firm but not final, “We can argue another time, hell we argue all the time, but” He paused, eyebrows twitching, searching, “When you’re ready you do need to call him. To call home, talk to someone, anyone else if you feel like you can’t talk to me. Even if it’s just your blog, anything , please. ”

Roman’s shoulders sagged, only mildly alarmed to not feel the urge to lash out. Instead he croaked in agreement, face cringing at the sound.

Tension unraveled from Logan all at once, shoulders rolling back and he almost held an air of dishevelment as he silently he slumped across the bench, shoulders barely brushing Roman’s.

”You wanna stay for a bit more or head back?” He asked, the escaped strands of his bun curling definitely in his face , clouding his expression with an air of innocence.

Mumbling incoherently, Roman’s body surprisingly leaned into his touch, head lolling, “Here’s s’okay for a bit, “ he grumbled, pointedly not looking at much of anything, but he found he couldn’t ignore much of anything at this point as well.

#PaperPrinciples #Roman Sanders #Logan Sanders #Patton Sanders #Sanders Sides #Sanders Sides Fanfiction #tw: aftermath/during breakdown

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ammagicrock · 4 years ago

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Gonna do this haha

Rose: chubby boi who make me laugh (he my boyfriend, so yeet)

Cherry-Blossom: prolly shouldnt but fairly plausible yes

Daisy: me discovering my pansexuality since my brain cant remember much. i was in middle school and my friends were talking about what they preferred and i just said pretty much everyone is cute and that's that

Daffodil: as stereotypical as it is? pink. me like all colors, but pink is vibrant and bold, but in the same way very cute, calm, and quiet. ya know?

Peony: it is honorable to speak as much of the truth as you can while remaining respectful. if you cant be respectful when telling the truth, the honorable thing to do is to say nothing at all. that shows your truth is to be kind and that's what truly matters. in short, both but mostly honor yeah

Iris: okay but like idk cuz i dont listen to 90s music. i like Backstreet Boys cuz my mom and i bop and Walk Like An Egyptian from the 70s cuz my grandpa used to enjoy it but that's the extent of anything before 2005.

Sunflower: moon because it is the most calming and has stopped my cries, sun is good in the early mornings

Narcissis: my chunk body cuz squish

Freesia: no ;-; i miss her but she moved

Orchid: s t r a w b e r r y

Violet: yes but i should have saved it for the boyfriend i have now

Gypsophila: close cuz i cant trust distant friends

Gerbera: pastel

Carnation: yes but it takes a long time to obtain, and it isnt magical by itself but it feels magical once a relationship obtains true love

Alstroemeria: snowy place OR water to swim in

Anemone: i believe in it tbh

Cymbidium: ♡♡pansexual ♡♡

Rhododendron: that all my fears of how people feel about me are true and everybody's lied to me

Tulip: 37 (idk why but this feels like the year of my life that will be the happiest? you ever get a vibe off of a number because that with 37 honestly)

Gladiolus: the unknown, the common man. he who knows what's wrong and no matter how insignificant he may be in the textbooks sacrifices his life to fight for his purpose. rebels. i aspire to be as brave and selfless as them

Snapdragon: f r i c k um all of them (i should say fairies because of the aesthetic of my blog but i dont do favorites with animals they're all babies ♡♡♡)

Hydrangea: they day i realized i worked at my first job for an entire year, and i still work there. started March 25th, 2019. very proud of the work ive put into that establishment.

Heather: firstly i see you. secondly i like Hamilton most because its the only one ive fully listened to. Spongebob is a close second due to the importance of its existence.

Delphinium: sagittarius. i cant explore or be creative. im trapped. once im free, perhaps.

Ginger: seafood sorry bout it

💐 25 flower asks

rose - describe your crush.

cherry-blossom - do you believe in love at first sight?

daisy - what’s your best childhood memory?

daffodil - which colour suits you best?

peony - do you put more value in honour or truth?

iris - favourite 90s song?

sunflower - sun or moon?

narcissus - your best physical feature?

freesia - are you still friends with the person you considered your best friend two years ago?

orchid - favourite fruit?

violet - have you had your first kiss?

gypsophila - do you prefer many distant friends, or a few close friends?

gerbera - neon or pastel?

carnation - does true love exist?

alstroemeria - dream vacation?

anemone - were you ever interested in greek mythology?

cymbidium - sexuality?

rhododendron - what’s your biggest fear?

tulip - lucky number?

gladiolus - who do you look up to most?

snapdragon - favourite mythical creature?

hydrangea - proudest moment?

heather - what’s your favourite musical?

delphinium - what’s your star sign - does it suit you?

ginger - least favourite food?

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closetofanxiety · 6 years ago

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Nitromare: Underneath the Barrel

Another week, another episode of Nitro from the Vince Russo era. This Monday is November 1, 1999, and we’re live from the Target Center in Minneapolis, Minnesota. I went out to Minneapolis to see a wrestling show last year, and had a fine time. I don’t know if I’ll have as much fun watching this Nitro.

We open up with Bret Hart upbraiding Hall and Nash for interfering in his match last week. They don’t know why he’s upset, since they interfered on his behalf. “Screw you, Scott!” Bret yells.

Bret walks out to the crowd, on crutches, and tells people he thinks Bill Goldberg is the rightful U.S. champion. Sid Vicious, hair product spilling down the back of his leather vest in thick rivulets, comes out and beats on Hart. Hall and Nash come out to mock the injured Canadian hero.

We’re still in the midst of this nonsensical tournament to crown a new WCW world heavyweight champion. The brackets make me realize I’ve been misspelling Lash LeRoux’s name wrong for two straight installments of Nitromare. It’s in the spirit of Crash TV, bro!

One thing I appreciate is that the WWE Network has left in the commercials that are wrestling-themed, so there are some Randy Savage Slim Jims ads, and a lot of ads for WCW toys. It’s amazing how little ads for wrestling toys have changed since then. The medium is ripe for reinvention.

Some recap, some backstage nonsense, and we’re onto our first match: Vampiro vs. Berlyn, in a battle to see who is the top mall goth in all of WCW. It’s a pretty decent match, and then ... Oh God, it’s the Michael Graves-era Misfits running out of the back for some reason. “Vampiro is a musician as well,” Tony notes. I’ll say this: the Michael Graves albums aren’t as bad as people claim. Some decent songs on those, but people were just going to shit on anything that wasn’t Danzig, casually overlooking that “Earth A.D.” was terrible.

Ah, let’s see: ref bump, the Misfits take out Berlyn’s bodyguard, The Wall, with a chair shot, and then help Vampiro get the cheating win over Berlyn. The Wall has miraculously recovered from being knocked unconscious 15 seconds ago, and gives the microphone to Berlyn. “From now on, screw USA!” he says.

Backstage, Hall is reading a newspaper. Ah, the 1990s! He and Nash mumble semi-audibly to each other. In another part of backstage, the Revolution have locked a leather-clad Torrie Wilson in a cage. “She’s the property now of the Revolution,” Brain informs us.

The Revolution come out to the ring. Perry Saturn is wearing an outfit entirely composed of denim except for his leather Kangol. “You say you want a revolution?” Shane Douglas asks. No one said that, Shane. They let Perry talk for a while, which is a bold choice. Perry demands a key on top of a pole match, the key being the one to let Torrie Wilson out of her cage. Is this the first item on a pole match of the Russo era? I believe it is.

Dean Malenko takes the mic to call out Chris Benoit. “You’ve been nothing but a puss, old buddy,” he says. DANGEROUSLY EDGY.

Benoit comes out. All these guys are in street clothes, which hilariously means polo shirts tucked into jeans. They look like a bunch of office guys getting ready to cut loose with a game of touch football at the company picnic. Chris Benoit announces he will wrestle Dean Malenko in a cage, which for some reason causes Malenko to have some kind of psychotic break.

Backstage, the Filthy Animals are coming into the building, and a security stops them, demanding to see backstage passes. This makes a huge amount of sense. The Filthy Animals beat the security guy up, because they can’t be contained by your rules. Meanwhile, Mike Tenay is interviewing Kimberly Page, who is flanked by all the Nitro Girls. How many Nitro Girls can you name without looking it up? Was one of them named Sapphire? That’s about as much as I can muster. Kim tells the Nitro Girls she’s leaving the group. I never really thought of her as a Nitro Girl tbh.

Ernest “The Cat” Miller comes to the ring, and the fake music the WWE Network inserts over his entrance song is unbelievably bad. Seriously, go and watch this. It’s incredible. It sounds like a Casio keyboard has been sunk in a vat of pickle brine before being struck by hammer-wielding orangutans.

He’s wrestling Lash LeRoux. “Big future ahead for this guy,” Brain says. “I can see it. He’s going to explode.” He’s now a Christian cartoonist and illustrator, so maybe? This match lasts maybe two minutes. The Cat’s knee gives out and LeRoux picks up the win.

Backstage, Hart is raging about Nash and Hall. “These guys aren’t the bottom of the barrel, they’re underneath the barrel!” he fumes. Meanwhile, dissension in the Nitro Girls as they try to decide who will be the new leader. Elsewhere, the Filthy Animals are secretly videotaping Lex Luger and Miss Elizabeth. Eddie Guerrero is wearing a fetching Cosby sweater. The camera keeps rolling after they stop acting and then they show an actual behind-the-scenes TNT director. Everyone is cracking up. LIVE TV, BRO! Maybe that was deliberate? Maybe Vince Russo was out to destroy the fourth wall once and for all?

Now we cut to a remote segment with a shockingly subdued, normal Scott Steiner talking about a back injury to Larry Zbyszko. This is a totally different Steiner. No shouting, no babbling, just a guy talking like a football player about the specifics of an injury and surgery. Larry is wearing a colored denim shirt with the Nitro logo on the breast pocket. At last, a garment fine enough for me to be wed in. Was this an attempt to do a “shoot interview”? Russo pulling back the curtain - this ain’t Scott Steiner the character, this is Scott Steiner THE HUMAN BEING!

Now we’re back in the ring, and the Nitro Girls are dancing. I would like to read an oral history of this dance troupe. Get on that, Bixenspan. The dancing ends with some pushing and shoving, but before that can go anywhere, we’re backstage again, with Tenay interviewing Buff Bagwell. The Buff Daddy complains about “the writers” holding him back.

A series of vignettes show us Kevin Nash doing a Vince McMahon impression. What am I doing with my life?

Back to the Nitro Girls. More pushing and shoving backstage. Trying to turn them into workers was such a characteristically Russovian decision. And, like most of his ideas, it was terrible and obviously doomed to fail.

A crowd sign: “BUFF IS THE REAL PEOPLE [sic] CHAMPION”

Stevie Ray comes out and announces that “the powers that be” have determined there will be a strap match. “Who said that? The two writers in the back?” Buff yells. Yes, Buff. So now we have a strap match. It’s not a good strap match, and the two suited goons who work for THE DAMN WRITERS IN THE BACK run out because Buff starts to win. Why do Russo and Ferrara hate Buff so much?

We switch from the ring as the ring announcer is talking to Tenay interviewing Jeff Jarrett. “Don’t get slappy with me, Tenay!” he says. He drops some more insider terminology, because Vince Russo thought that was what normal people wanted.

Kevin Nash comes out, a vision of horror in putty makeup, as Vince McMahon. “The fans out here, they don’t even know who he is,” Tony says. Which explains why they’re silently watching this terrible skit. Less than three years after this, Nash would be working for Vince McMahon once again, and losing to Chris Jericho in a hair vs. hair match. Life comes at you fast, Kevin.

“I put anyone out of business until I was the only show in town,” Nash as Vince says, eerily predicting what will happen in less than 18 months. The crowd is restless and bored. He uses some insider lingo, as was the style at the time. Nash-Vince introduces Scott Hall as “the Trouser Snake.”

“He’s clean and sober!” Nash-Vince proclaims. This is grim. Fifteen years before this, a young “Magnum” Scott Hall was starting off in this very city, in the dying days of the once-great American Wrestling Association. How far we had all come.

Hall launches some more insider lingo and does a crotch chop aimed at “the boys in New York.” Seconds and minutes of my life, rushing by, never to be held again.

Backstage shit. Lex, Liz, Meng, Perfect. Ah, Perfect. The last great star of the Minneapolis-based AWA, a native of nearby Robbinsdale. What did Verne make of all this? I mean, Verne probably would have tried to put a 59-year-old Baron Von Raschke over Bret Hart, but I digress.

Hennig gets a good pop when he comes out. Brain points out Hennig’s father, the great AWA star Larry Hennig, at ringside. The ghosts of the 1970s are all around us. This is a match against Disco Inferno. This will not be up to the standard of one of Hennig’s matches in the previous decade with Nick Bockwinkel.

The crowd absolutely fucking loses it for Larry Hennig, chanting “LARE-EE! LARE-EE!” as he punches Disco Inferno. Ah, that does my heart good.

Of course, this has to be interrupted by the random appearance of some goober walking down the ramp from backstage. Disco Inferno runs out to talk to him, and they walk down the ramp to the back. The bell rings, and Hennig wins by contour. Larry claps at ringside while looking like he’s seen someone shoot a family pet.

Some backstage garbage. We come back to the ring for a “hardcore three-way dance.” The Barbarian w/Jimmy Hart, Meng, and ... Norman Smiley dressed as a baseball catcher. Two of the all-time legit tough guys and a star from the old British wrestling, in this goofy-ass plunder battle. This should have been a stiff, nasty classic. Instead it’s a slow, sloppy farce.

Crowd sign, evidently made by a lunatic: “PUSH DAVID FLAIR.”

In the ring, Meng and the Barbarian are chopping the shit out of Norman Smiley. THIS IS MORE LIKE IT. Smiley’s shoulder is sliced open, probably on one of those fake trash cans. He’s stretchered away from the ring for some reason. He jumps off the stretcher when he sees that Meng and the Barbarian have knocked each other out, and covers the Barbarian for the win.

Backstage, Jim Duggan is begging an unseen Vince Russo for his job. “I’ve been wrestling for 20 years, and I think I have more fan support than some of these guys out here doing the dropkicks.” Fancy, fancy dropkicks!

Russo, off-camera, sneers, “It’s all about ratings. Next!” He managed to keep his voice off TV for two whole weeks. As we know, the amount of Vince Russo time would only grow.

Jarrett comes out and demands to see Luger. Jarrett is mad that Luger accused him of beating up Miss Elizabeth two weeks ago. “This is not the WWF. We don’t abuse women here!” Luger comes out and apologizes for accusing Jeff Jarrett of hitting Miss Elizabeth with a guitar. This is exactly like “War and Peace.” But it’s all a ruse! Luger goads Jarrett into insulting Meng, who runs out. Jarrett flees, wisely.

Miss Elizabeth and Luger join Meng. Elizabeth thanks Meng, and then ... maces him. Luger pulls out a crowbar and beats on Meng. None of this makes sense. None of it has to. We are deep within the heart of the Nitromare.

Backstage nonsense. The Filthy Animals, who Mark accurately describes as “The Go-Bots version of DX,” come out for a good ol’ fashioned object on a pole match. The object here is a key that will free Torrie Wilson from a cage. If Eddie Guerrero wins, he will reunite Torrie with her crew. Perry Saturn implies that if he wins, he will have sex with Torrie, presumably against her will. Whenever someone talks about how great wrestling was in the late 1990s, I will remember this.

Perry Saturn is driving a forklift with the Torrie cage on it. I’m not sure he’s a licensed forklift operator. Also, I’m pretty sure the Target Center is a union shop. Could be a strike in the works here.

Tony: “It’s been a wild night.” Brain: “It’s getting better every Monday!” Only Tony is truthful.

Eddie vs. Saturn should be a good match, but of course it’s not. After about two minutes, there’s interference from Shane Douglas, and most of the action in the match revolves around attempts to get the key off the pole. This is the problem with object on a pole matches.

Sign in the crowd: “CONAN [sic] IS THE TACO BELL DOG.” This is a racist reference that may be lost on younger people reading this today.

Eddie gets the key while Torrie chokes Saturn. The Filthy Animals were, theoretically, a pretty good faction. It’s kind of a fun mixture of personalities, and their all-for-one mentality really helped them stand out. They were let down by the fact that Vince Russo was in charge.

More backstage shit, and then we’re back in the ring for a Filthy Animals match. I mean, we just had all the Filthy Animals out for the previous match, but here they are again. No way the crowd could possibly become bored by 25 minutes of the same people, right?

Kidman and Konnan, the tag team champs, are going to be wrestling Sting and Luger. We’ve also seen a lot of Luger tonight. This is WCW, but they’re running the show like one of those super local indies where everyone has to wrestle twice on the same show.

Some people in the crowd have Juggalo face paint, the second week in a row I’ve noticed this. Did the Misfits ever wrestle the Insane Clown Posse on a WCW show? If not, why not?

This match sucks, but Sting is still insanely popular. The crowd goes berserk at every Stinger splash. The match ends after three or four minutes via DQ, when Rey and Eddie jump Sting. The Filthy Animals were the babyfaces in the previous match, and they’re the heels here. Welcome to Vince Russo’s World of Moral Ambiguity and Veiled Rape References.

Sting is mad because Lex didn’t help against the Filthy Animals. Sting and Luger have quite the rocky friendship. Backstage, Sting knocks over an (empty) barrel of Surge, the none-more-Nineties soft drink.

We come to the ring, where Booker T is walking out. He’s jumped on the ramp by Jeff Jarrett. This is a fun, Southern-style match, or more like a hyper fast, caffeinated version of a Southern match. Naturally, it gets interrupted by the two besuited goons working on behalf of Russo and Ferrara, and Jarrett wins. Has there been a clean pin once tonight?

A remote piece from the set of “Slam,” which would later be renamed “Ready to Rumble,” the godawful David Arquette wrestling movie. Tenay interviews Goldberg. Goldberg sure doesn’t like the Outsiders and Sid!

A bunch of backstage garbage. Madusa, another AWA favorite, gets a nice reception from the crowd. She’s going to wrestle Evan Karagias. This is pretty much what people who don’t like intergender wrestling are thinking of when they talk about intergender wrestling. Madusa keeps trying to seduce Karagias rather than wrestle him. Madusa pins him and then makes out with him. Everything is awful.

Benoit and Malenko are wrestling in a cage. This should be a brutal classic by two of the best technical wrestlers of all time. “I can’t wait ‘til this match is over,” Brain says. I feel the same way about this episode, and this entire insane project.

The match is not a brutal classic. It’s over in 4:29. A few decent spots, but more like a highlight reel than anything. Perry Saturn runs out to try and help Malenko. It doesn’t work. Benoit wins with a diving headbutt off the top of the cage, which is insane. The Revolution gets into the cage and they beat up Benoit. The Filthy Animals have turned into babyfaces again, and they run into the cage to help Benoit. The crowd doesn’t know what to do, so they do nothing. David Flair, the least electrifying man in sports entertainment, shows up with a crowbar to attack the Filthy Animals. Now Sting comes out to attack the Filthy Animals. With any luck, we’ll get Meng out here to attack the Filthy Animals.

Instead, we cut to the parking garage. David Flair is trying to sneak away, but gets run down by someone driving a car. It’s Kim Page. This show is terrible.

Backstage: someone has beaten up Nash-Vince. Good.

Now the main event: Sid vs. Scott Hall. Why am I doing this to myself? How much longer am I going to be able to do this?

The match is bad. It lasts 4:53. For a second I have the horrifying fear that this is the match where Sid broke his leg, but then I look it up and see that it happened during the Sin PPV in January 2001.

There’s a ref bump. Second of the night. A referee was also attacked by Shane Douglas after the key on a pole match. Bret Hart comes out on his crutches. Hits Sid. Swings and misses with Hall. Hall gets the pin on Sid. Who cares about any of this? What is even happening in this show?

#Nitromare #show reviews #WCW #1990s wrestling

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A/N: Hey look, convenience of ao3, so you can see my struggling in a brighter and better text! ;D

Anyway, here you go, its a thing. I’m pretty excited to outline some other stories after learning from this one. This one which isn’t outlined at all, and there’s no going back tbh LOL

I always write to improve, so comments and critiques are welcome! Please rip this to bits! Thank you!

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After speaking to Manon, Marinette rides the elevator up to her floor, the muffled whirring of the cables and pulleys the only noise, and takes the moment to heave a sigh.

The entirety of yesterday was spent pretending to be a lady in waiting, none too different from a princess locked in a high tower and imagining her faceless knight whisking her from her troubles. It’s the sort of behavior befit of a teenager rather than an experienced adult who knows the difference between fickle romantic notions and serious pursuits of a relationship.

Her face scrunches when she can’t help but acknowledge her ease at the notion. She rather try the overly romantic perfection in her head, even if it’s fickle, rather than a partner she thought she knew pretending to be serious about her then changing face when they got what they wanted.

But why is Chat Noir taking so long? Had a dragon vanquished him along the route? Did he realize the effort wasn’t worth it? She’s beginning to regret missing the opportunity to grill Manon for more information.

According to her, he called Plagg on Wednesday. It’s already Sunday, and nothing is different in Marinette’s life, besides him missing each night. She wonders how long she would be willing to put her life on hold just from the concept of a male knocking on her door. Her upper lip pulls to a grimace when the answer becomes obvious.

The elevator doors chime and she ambles down the floor, doubt in her predicament slowing her pace. The journey to her door, however, is fraught with an obstacle.

Chloe Bourgeois, in all her feminine wiles, is literally hanging on the shoulders of Adrien Agreste, who looks ready to jump out a window if the option is presented to him. His arms are hovering in a ‘v’ at his sides, as if touching Chloe is an invitation to the nether realm he is not ready accept.

The biggest issue with this scene is not witnessing a poor man struggling with the attentions of Marinette’s not so precious neighbor, but that he catches sight of her before she can enter her home. She shuffled to the door with as much speed and silence as is her practice when working around hungover co-workers or when she use to sneak sweets to her room from her parent’s bakery— but she must be out of practice.

She struggles to deny him eye-contact, ignoring anything involving Chloe guarantee’s a ninety-nine percent better day, but the growing shadow of his stare implores her to look back and Marinette views something she thought to see from him: frustration, panic, and irritation.

“Adrikins, lets go out today. I want to show you off to my friends,” Chloe cooed.

When Marinette’s keys jangle toward the lock, Adrien’s brow furrow to a definitive pleading curve. They aren’t exactly friends, so she would gladly send a ‘sorry for you condolences’ smile and walk away. As far as she understands, he dug this grave and he will be the sacrificial savior of keeping Chloe out of everyones hair and maybe reforming her to being… well, ‘decent’ is a nice start.

She tries to convey her gratitude for such an offering with her solemn smile, but apparently Adrien decides fate and takes a bold step towards her and grips her arm.

Is he mad?

“I’m really sorry Chloe, but I have plans with Marinette today.”

He wrestles out of Chloe’s dead fish grip, a tad impressive when you consider her self-importance is equal the density of Jupiter, and swivels behind Marinette like a human shield. Coward. His grip on her arm transfers to her shoulders and he’s patting them, a clear indication to open the door— which she is loathe to do, because she certainly didn’t volunteer.

Chloe scoffs in her direction, taking in her run attire and the many frays dancing around her face. “Her? You might as well visit a graveyard. It’s just as cheerful and nice to look at,”

Marinette puckers her lips, restraining from stooping to her level. It doesn’t do her good saying anything to Chloe, it’s a waste of time and a sap of energy.

“Plus she’s like the dollar menu of designers. Only the homeless would consider wearing them.”

This is the first time Chloe has acknowledged Marinette as a designer at all. She should take it as a compliment. Also, with the money Chloe makes, she wasn’t aware she knew a dollar menu exists. Bravo.

“And don’t get me started on that fake journalist friend that hangs around here. She’s so desperate to keep her job she writes the biggest lies in the city.”

Marinette stiffens, Adrien’s grip tightening on her shoulders in reaction. She should let it go, this woman lives to rile people up over nothing, but all she can envision is tearing the fake lashes and tacky top from Chloe’s overly plastic exterior. Then Adrien, the bold bastard probably sensing her intention, takes the keys from her right hand and jams them into her lock. The door swings open and he practically shoves her beyond the arch before slamming the door.

Marinette turns around, expecting him behind her and telling him off when she all she can witness of him is his stern voice on the other side. She leans to flatten her ear against the door, curious of the rapid altercation, and kind of itching for a piece of the acton.

Chloe is the easiest to decipher as her shrill voice could cut through vibranium.

“Good riddance. I knew you’d rather spend time with me. Now, what do you say we go inside and—”

His response comes in strings through the door, speaking in low tones, but she can tell his voice is steely in a way that sends chills to her heart. Its cold and unforgiving, a sort of tone that leaves no room for argument and means you have crossed him in the worst possible way. “Stop——say I have plans—take it too far——I was wrong—“

Marinette wishes she could witness Chloe being told off, she imagines it being equal to the people storming the Bastille, but she thinks she understands without hearing all of Adrien’s words what he’s doing and her chest unfurls and expands with warmth.

A click at the turn of the knob makes Marinette jump back from the door as it swings open, belatedly realizing she probably should have locked it to avoid any more dramatics. Adrien swings inside, leaning against the door to slam it shut behind him. His entire body is tight and high strung, though his head is dipping towards the ground as if he survived a marathon.

She stares at what the entryway lighting does to his hair color and for once it looks less like burning rays from the greek gods, and more like a pale honey, a sweet and pleasant color.

When he finally deigns to lift his head, his brows are already furrowed in apology. “I know you can handle her yourself and that you prefer I didn’t interfere but, it was my fault she said anything in the first place and what she said wasn’t fair and-“

He’s rambling. She thought him odd since the first moment she met him, but it was always on a different plane of existence. A sort of aristocratic strangeness to him, as if he were bred so perfect he was naturally bound to have strange quirks. However, here he is, nervously attempting to apologize in a language Marinette knows too well—pure ridiculous rambling.

She’s carefully stepping towards him and trying so hard not to laugh, but it’s so endearing that he just defended her, and also her closest friend who has never met, against Chloe— his supposed girlfriend. She can’t help but find it kind of sweet.

She’s mere inches from his space when he stops talking. His face is red and the scent of honey and peaches wraps around him. She places her hand on his chest, pats it amicably, and pecks the side of his face, the overflow of gratefulness filling her to the brim.

“Thanks,” She says simply.

His lips clamp together and his face reaches a brighter red before nodding wordlessly and commences his natural state of staring at her too intensely, which she is slowly finding familiar. His breath hits between her eyes in a way that feels intimate, their distance blaring louder into her mind when he seems to come closer.

She takes a casual stride backwards to cut the atmosphere. “I-um, yeah, but don’t do it again. As you said, I can take care of myself.”

He’s blinking at her, the translucent haze in his eyes slowly changing back to a clear color, before he has the sense to respond. “With a thanks like that, it’s hard to not want to find every opportunity,” He says. Her pinched glare sends him back tracking. “But, if that’s what you want. Of course.”

Marinette awkwardly looks around her entry way. “Well, if that’s all, I guess I’ll see you another time?”

“Oh, no, princess. I said we had plans, and even if I gave her a talking down, she will hunt me down if I’m left alone.”

“That’s really none of my business.” Again Marinette is reminded of his strange predicament and has to ask, “Didn’t you say you fell for her the moment you heard her speak? And now you’re trying to escape?”

“Umm,” Adrien’s eyes are darting beyond her like a child eager to enter a candy store. Which makes her aware that, though technically the son of her favorite designer, a strange man is in her house through forced entry. “I did, but I don’t think I meant it.”

She clears her throat when he takes a few steps forward and tries to look beyond to her living room. His eyes focus on her, feigning innocence, but his tiny smile at her irritated pinched expression seems to grow.

“‘You don’t think’? Have you never talked to a woman before?” Being honest is literally the number one rule of a decent relationship and he broke it on the first line. “Either way, you dug this hole yourself. I am no accomplice. She hates me enough as it is, which isn’t much consequence, but I’ve never looked like a home wrecker to her before.”

“Look, I really am sorry. If you let me stay here for just a while, I’ll make it up to you. Please.” Adrien’s hands slap together like a prayer and he does the look. The same look she’s seen on many models before, she swears its a trade secret only to be used under the utmost emergencies. Their dark pupils expand like globes and they tilt their head that looks both submissive but not pitiful. Their mouths pucker in the slightest pout and she swears for .05 seconds their eyelashes even grow—its a superpower.

If any other model threw that look she could resist it, but her heart was already softened by his empathy so she grumbles, “Don’t touch anything.” Then she turns on her heel towards her bedroom.

She can practically hear his gloating preen.

She takes an inhumanly fast shower, because showering is always a comfort when a stranger freely lurks in your home. Her hair is barely toweled through in strands, falling to the middle of her back and soaking droplets onto her sizable thigh length sweater.

She tip toes beyond her door to the living room, hoping he left in the time she was gone. The apartment is eerily silent, a strange tension likened to the rising music in a horror film when you know a jump scare is just around the corner.

When she can’t view him a heavy sigh cascades from her mouth. “Thank goodness.”

“Oh, you’re finally out!”

The cheerful statement jumps the bones from her very flesh and Marinette clutches around her heart. Adrien appears from the left side of the entertainment system, where his body must have hidden. His expression is much brighter than before her shower, making her wonder if one regains life relative to the distance of a Bourgeois.

His right hand is holding a game case and Marinette gives him a flat stare. “You’re touching something.”

He looks at his hand, surprised, as if it leapt from its perch and he happened to catch it. “Oh—sorry. I was curious,” Which causes Marinette to squint. “and I haven’t played french video games in a while. It’s a fighter, right?”

Marinette takes long strides to pluck the game out of his hands. She glances at the title, her Ultimate Mecha V game that she’s been playing every night this week, before crouching to put it back. “Yes, it is.”

“Do you play?”

“Sometimes.”

“Would you want to play now?”

“No.”

There’s a beat of silence. “So, you’re not any good?”

She bristles and stands with her hands on her hips. “Excuse me?”

“Clearly, you don’t think you could beat me. I know my confident looks are rather intimidating, but I’ve really never played. You just don’t want to be embarrassed, I understand.” He is looking around her apartment again, paying no mind that small woman before him is quite efficiently imagining tearing his smug, handsome face through virtual dirt.

“Sit down.”

“Pardon?” He’s looking at her now, a pinched pucker to his lips, as if restraining his expression.

“Sit, stay quiet, and lose with some dignity.” She asserts before turning on her game console and hooking up a second controller. The opening sequence blares in her tiny space before she’s tossing the controller in his direction and sitting cross legged adjacent to him.

His expression is more gleeful that she expects and she’s positive she fell into a trap, but she’s going to destroy him anyway. There are minimal things in this world that can rile her up, and Adrien just stepped on a landmine.

“Do I at least get a practice round?” He smirks.

“It wont make a difference.” She smiles too sweetly in his direction. The bold confidence seems to light something in him. His laid back exterior straightens up, like a metal rod shooting up his spine, and he leans forward towards the screen with greater focus.

“I’ll take my chances.”

Of course, it makes no difference. Their difference in skill isn’t as big as she assumed, but stomping him was as enjoyable as she expected.

“Quarter circle plus low kick and then flying hyper strike, triple combo, and whoop! There it is!” After the last blow ends the life of his mech, Marinette jumps out of her seat and laughs victoriously. “You’re a million years too soon, Agreste, because I win, I win.” She sings in his direction while her arms dance in circles. Her voice carries across the apartment, which when she’s alone is quite normal because no one can hear her competitive wails, but she isn’t alone this time.

Not many people find competitiveness a redeeming trait, especially when gloated in their face, so she tries not to play video games with people outside her immediate social circle. Usually when she plays, she gets so involved she’ll spring across the couch like her movements affect the controller and voices over her commands and plans like a reigning general. Alya describes her as the Julius Caesar of video games, ruthless and unafraid, but also because if the online players heard her comments they would also end her life in a similar fashion.

As the silence of the apartment weighs down after her shrilling gloat, Marinette’s embarrassment sets in and she’s loathe to look at Adrien’s reaction.

When she gathers the courage, he’s not looking at her with any judgement, which isn’t even the biggest surprise. He’s looking at her in awe while glancing at the controller in her hands, like it’s a radioactive super weapon and only Marinette knows the combinations to wield. Then he’s staring at the screen a wild grin on his lips.

“Again.”

Marinette’s heart stutters. “Look, I get carried away—“

“Again.” He asserts.

Her eyes flutter a couple thousand times, trying to comprehend his excitement. Honestly he should be appalled with her, but his teasing and cocky grin fires her up again and she thumps back onto the couch, clicking for the rematch.

The second time is even easier beating him, though Adrien begins yelling, cheering, and hopping around as much as she does, which causes her to laugh heartily when its over and he’s throwing his hands up in indignation and accuses her of witchcraft. The third round begins without a word, and Adrien again becomes even worse at the game but she realizes he keeps glancing at her controller style, which had to be pointed out to her is quite different.

This happens for at least five more rounds, where he gets progressively worst, which makes her consider he’s losing heart, until he switches tactics. Marinette is in the middle of a low kick, roadhouse combo when Adrien swings his controller and bumps their hands together. It stutters her input and the combo doesn’t go through, dammit. “I want to raise the stakes if I beat you. What do you think?” Adrien asks.

“I think if you win against me, that should be pride enough.”

“Hmm, if I win I want to…” He draws out his contemplation but his tone is already decided. “…braid your hair.”

Marinette doesn’t just stutter on her next combo, her brain fries and she hops a foot away from Adrien to stare at him like a loon. He’s looking at the screen with the same seriousness and smiling with a fierce exhilaration. It’s his tone she can’t decipher, whether he’s ‘pulling her hair’, so to speak, or it’s a strange sincere wish. He is able to get two decent combos off of her in that time and she struggles to get serious again and has to jump her character three times to the left to avoid more damage.

“That sounds nefarious,” She states.

He chuckles, “It’s not. I’m being sincere. You look,” he takes a breath like the word is too grand or too dismissive to say in a single instance, “nice, as you are, but I think you’ll look even better when I’m done. I have multiple talents, too, you know.” He teases. “What do you say?”

Marinette wants to think of a reason to say no, after all it is ridiculous, but she can’t imagine losing to him. The last time she lost a round of Ultimate Mecha she was still wearing overalls and playing at home with Papa. That was when her papa would tickle her to cheat his way into winning, which she doubts Adrien would stoop to doing.

“Alright. If you lose, same stakes. But you probably won’t be recognizable when you leave.”

“As you wish,” he smiles and the screen reads Adrien with a fifty point lead in health but Marinette isn’t discouraged. Well, she wouldn’t have if Adrien wasn’t a sly, underhanded cheater.

Apparently, the last few round were ploys because his last combo was unexpected. He baited her into her high flying kick then did a low kick dash to land behind her. Then a simple low punch to kick combo in her back, which does double damage, and it was over.

“You fox!” She shoves at him and he’s laughing with his head tilted back and adam apple exposed. His shoulders shake the couch beneath them and he’s clutching his sides from breathless shock.

“No, you’re an open book! You do these cute little stresses on your vowels right before you call your next combo. Each one is just slightly different from the next. I was really lucky and really careful to predict that last one.” He’s leaning in her space and grinning like a devious cat, so she covers his smug face with her palm and shoves him away.

“I’m an open book, huh?” She raises her brows, smiling.

“Elementary, my lady.”

She leans heavily into his space, causing him to bend backwards. “I’m predictable, is that it?” She breathes against his chin.

His eyes cannot lock on one portion of her face, switching between her eyes, her hair falling around her, and her lips. The tint of pink on his face is unmistakeable.

She drags her hand through a corner of his locks, his eyes flutter and leans towards the gesture, then she takes her hand on the other side before issuing her attack. She ruffles, fluffs, and mangles his hair to all hell—shouting victoriously when he yelps in surprise—and holy shit its perfection.

His hair runs through her fingers like a cloud was weaved into strands of gold. Even when dealing with models, rarely is she fussing around their heads, since the makeup team would murder her with a bagel, so she cannot recall an immediate comparison.

She could imagine sleeping in a chamber of this texture.

She becomes a tad irritated at the revelation, hoping she can ruffle it to look terrible at least. This man can’t have it all, its just not fair.

When she’s done, she lounges back in her seat in glee, however, on closer inspection his hair doesn’t appear like a misshapen porcupine as she hoped but more like a sex demon rising for the next bout.

Seriously? She thinks.

“That was dirty, princess.” Adrien’s joyful pout reveals itself but the upper half of his face is covered by strands in every direction with one crinkled eye peaking through.

“It was better than kicking you out,” She raises.

Even the frays of his hair couldn’t hide the deep set horror of being found by Chloe. She feels vindicated from that fact, at least.

“Touchè.”

They sit in a crisp silence, staring at each other as he fixes the mess of his head, which takes little more than two doggish and a few combing strokes with his fingers.

Marinette looks down at her hands, grasping each digit in random strokes. “Well, get on with it then.”

“Hm?” Marinette glances back and forth between his face, a picture of relaxed mirth like a kept pet, and her fingers as she tries to uphold his silly deal. Her chest is fluttering from the weird atmosphere, feeling strangely intimate again with him. It seems to come easily, she realizes, and she’s not sure what to do.

“Chop, chop, hairdresser. I don’t have all day,” she attempts to say in a haughty tone, hoping to have a lighter atmosphere again, and flagrantly flips some locks out of her face. She raises her chin and looks straight ahead, like an empress on her throne. A light responding huff from in his direction calms the pitter patter in her chest.

“As you wish.”

Unfortunately for Marinette, the next fifteen minutes are somehow even worse than the atmosphere before. Adrien stands behind the couch and bundles her hair away from her face. She remembers to ask if he needs a brush or hair ties but he denies them immediately. At first, it’s a confusing refusal until she thinks he wants to tease her more and create a sort of birds nest on her head.

But the thought leaves her in an instant when the first sweep of his hand runs from the base of her skull down her long strands. The roughness of his long fingers meticulously maneuver parts of her hair in different angles with soft tugs and twists. Each repetition where his hands have to touch the base of her hair feels longer, almost like torture, and his fingers seem to linger in exploratory strokes.

The soft surprised grunts and occasional sighs leave her without permission, like an attention starved animal, until she realizes thats exactly what it is. Marinette always lets Alya cut her hair when the time comes, since her experience with younger siblings sometimes meant she played rogue hairdresser for styles that the parents didn’t allow. Alya is gentle, which is to be expected, but also clinical and precise. Its ‘tilt your head thing way’, several tugs here and there, and most of the contact is through plastic or brush fibers.

This sort of contact is much more familiar and sorely missed when introduced again.

If Adrien does need to tilt her head, he freely touches the base of her neck, his hands slightly cold, and maneuvers her as he wants. Her head is buzzing like his fingers are laced with alcohol and each touch on her neck puts her awareness on hyperdrive. The house is quiet, but it’s not awkward and it’s not oppressive.

He walks around to face her once, and it’s definitely the worse moment. She attempts to looks towards her lap in serene disinterest but she’s too curious at the sort of expression he could be making. He’s neither a hairdresser, that she knows of, so it’s interesting to know what he’s thinking. Not that she’s had any success deciphering him thus far.

She glances up once and he’s not even looking at her hair. He’s looking directly at her, which causes her to shiver. His eyes are soft and open, yet half lidded with a fierceness of thought, and his mouth is parted in that natural way a model practices in front of a mirror for days—it extenuates the cheekbones yet invites inquiring stares. It’s indecipherable but its like he’s staring at a two way mirror, and Marinette is the key to reveal a long awaited message or person.

Catching her eyes, he blinks away the expression and sends a devious leer, like he was the one ensnaring her and she flicks at his chin in retaliation.

He walks around her once again, hair still held aloft, and she hears a definitive click. She could have imagined it if not for the singular pressure on her head that felt like it held together a complicated maze of weaving.

“All done,” Adrien’s voice is a soft gravel above her head and a soft sweeping of lose strands is felt at the base of her head.

“Th-thanks,” she coughs to clear her stuttering. “Do I dare look?”

“I dunno,” he purses his lips as he walks around to look at her again. “You might not be able to handle it.”

She grimaces at the imagery of horrible rats’ den of a hair style. “How horrible it is?”

“How beautiful you look,” He says casually, a tilt of his head and a smirk on his lips.

Marinette twists her mouth, disbelieving, but a warmth rises to her cheeks anyway. She stands from her spot to march to her bathroom mirror but Adrien grabs her arm.

“I should probably leave, now,” He starts, though his rocking feet make him seem unsure of his words. “I just want to say thanks, again. Chloe is…um—“ He’s looking around the room, trying to find the word and she can relate in an instant.

“Passionate? Lively? Straightforward?”

He huffs a laugh. “In a positive light, yes.”

She looks at his hand still gripping her arm. A rolling guilt and lump in her throat suddenly gripping her, yet she can’t explain why. “She is your girlfriend, you realize?” She tries to laugh.

A twist of his lips and his glance at their contact, warm and simple, doesn’t give her a clue to whether he regrets it, though according to Manon would be a hell of a way to dig your grave, or perhaps Chloe was lying and it’s something he wants to refute but cannot. He squeezes her arm lightly before letting go and walking towards the doorway.

“I’ll see you soon, I hope,” he smiles. “I still owe you one.” He winks and the soft clicks of his shoes walk across her entry way, then follows with the click of her door.

Marinette just stands. She stands and feels the instant loss of Adrien’s presence in her home, like a tight rope cut from the base and she’s the one lying in the net below trying to remember how to walk without it.

It was weird having him there: the teasing, the irritating, the intrusion, and somehow quite nice. Comfortable. A small smile grows on her lips, realizing she kind of had fun hiding him away, even though they were barely within the realm of friendship.

She tries to flick back a portion of her hair when she catches onto nothing and remembers the possible hideous wreck on her head. She’s snickering and hustles to her bathroom to catch the atrocity. She catches her humored expression and glowing pink cheeks before being flabbergasted at the styling on her hair.

How in Hades did he—?

It’s, to put simply, lovely. It’s one of those princess crown braids that wraps around the head with soft tendrils falling out on the side. It’s better than she could ever attempt. She’s good at symmetrical braids that fall directly from the base of her head, but ask her to create more than a singular part that wraps to fit snugly against her head and she will have lumps and falling frays all over the place.

She’s twisting her head, trying to figure out the conundrum of such a talent from a male with short hair as Adrien’s and without the use of bobby pins. It’s equivalent to witchcraft as far as she’s concerned.

Then she catches the opaque shine at the very back of her head. She can barely catch it at her angle but its about the size of her palm and looks like red vines, curving in organic patterns, with black gems scattered across. It’s the same spot she felt the heavy support keeping her head at bay. He must have had it on him in his pockets. Though, why, is a blaring question in her mind, she’s too enamored with the final product to reflect on it. She’s loathe to ruin it and almost fears when she’ll have to sleep tonight.

She’s still dazed with a giddy joy when she walks back to the center of her apartment and looks beyond her balcony to realize its still midday. Her balcony. She furrows her brows before she’s grabbing her face in horror.

“Chat Noir,” She says like a sudden revelation. “I completely forgot about Chat and a man was just in my apartment. Flirting.” She runs to her couch to grab a pillow and promptly groans abnormally loud like a revving engine.

He could have knocked on her door today. She would be forced to answer and he would see Adrien and assume. Who would want to assume against that? Marinette would never be ashamed to admit when someone is too attractive to walk the face of the planet, some people are just built to be such, but when it comes to budding romance the first judgement tends to lean superficial. Only an overinflated peacock or a self assured handsome Zeus could be confident enough to think there is nothing between them.

“Which there isn’t,” she vehemently swears. Adrien got it in his strange mind that they were close friends since she complimented him twice, sort of on accident, and she was too delirious on love to comprehend her actions in the hallway yesterday— thus his intrusion in her life today.

Plus he clearly has Chloe, albeit unwillingly but that’s his personal business. And getting between Chloe and a man is not a situation she would sick on anyone.

#adrinette #marichat #ml #balconyau #storytime #writing

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winryofresembool · 7 years ago

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EdWin ficlet: I Choose You?

A/N: @protectjackaboy requested I write something inspired by the modern day AU fic It’s Not a Big Deal. So, here’s a silly INaBD verse ficlet with lots of Pokémon talk. Bewear, if you are not ready for Pokémon puns, this fic is not for you. @11random-person11 helped me with some of them, thanks ♥

Sorry for the possible inaccuracies! Ed and Winry of course belong to Hiromu Arakawa, and INaBD belongs to the awesome @hangonsilvergirl. I’m just playing with their creations.

Genre: fluffy silliness

Words: 800+

Ed’s normal text, Winry’s bolded

Morning Win

Good morning! What are you up to?

Not much, just sitting on the couch trying to watch children’s TV shows AS LOUDLY as I can because some asshole who’s living with me talked on the phone ‘till 2 am last night. With Mei.

Karma is a bitch, huh? I remember you doing that very same thing last week. With me.

HEY, WE HAD A VERY IMPORTANT STAR WARS CONVERSATION. /YOU/ wanted to hear my opinion on Leia’s character, and you got one!

Well, I didn’t mean you needed to speak a whole hour about her hair buns. When you grow your hair out, I’m gonna make /you/ wear them.

I’ll have you know they look very badass and I’d proudly wear them even now if my hair was longer.

Sometimes I really wonder why I find you attractive…

Please. You just can’t resist my charm ;P

In your dreams.

Pffft. ANYWAY guess which show just started?

Umm, My Little Pony? That sounds like your kind of thing.

I COULD watch my little pony!! But no, it’s pokemon!!

Awww, I used to love that show! And Pan has a 3ds, I sometimes borrow it to train my own team.

So she’s a future olympic athlete AND a pokemon champion? That must look good on her CV.

… OK what the hell is this animation? It looked so much cooler back when I was a Pokemon fan. I swear, these shows just keep getting worse and worse…

Let me open my TV as well! Brb.

OK I’m watching it now and aww I think this style is cute! The colors are beautiful and their expressions are so lively. And oh, Ash is still there… Good memories!

I guess that poor bastard still hasn’t become a Pokemon master. He’s been trying for… what, probably something like 20 years? I think he’s started before I was even born. And that Pikachu definitely should be level 100 now…

Hey, don’t mock him! He’s trying. Wait, did they just meet with Misty and Brock? I can’t believe they are back too!

Tbh I always liked Gary the best, he’s the coolest…

Of course you did.

I’m pretending I don’t understand what you mean. Hey, who’s that kid with those black clothes in the opening? And do you think I could rock his style (what am I asking of course I could)

I think he’s Gladion (Pan has let me play Pokemon Sun) and I don’t think Mr. Mustang would stop making fun of you if you cut your hair like that.

I don’t give a shit about that bastard’s opinion!!!

OOOOKKK then.

Hey! Don’t even…

Ooor what? Please tell me Ed.

I… ugh… nothing.

That’s more like it.

Wait a minute… Is that pokemon’s name actually bewear? That’s the most ridiculous and/or awesome thing I’ve heard.

Pretty much all the Pokemon names are puns of some kind.

I think I’ve found my new dream job: naming new pokemon. Is there a list all the existing pokemon anywhere btw?

I’ve heard of bulbapedia but you can just google it.

K K.

Oh.

There are over 800 of them???? Holy shit I’ve missed a lot.

Listen everyone. The edgy, badass Edward Elric is becoming a pokemon fan.

Excuse me there’s nothing wrong with pokemon! Remember, I even did the pokerap once!!

I’m not gonna lie, that was pretty epic. Maybe do it again when we meet the next time? I’d love to witness it live.

I think I have more important things to do then

Like what?

Kissing with my girlfriend whom I get to see only at the weekends?

Fine, you won.

Don’t I know it

Know when to shut up, m’dear.

Har de har.

Look at this thing. Incineroar. Does that belt shoot fire? Dark type? Red and black? I think I’ve found my favorite!!!

What’s your favorite type, btw?

Steel, for sure. I mean, how adorable is Klink? Look:

I think you must be literally the only person in this world who would say that. Gearhead.

Chemistry freak.

Unown I’ve always wanted to say this one thing…

Did you just… google pokemon puns? That is so… onix-pected of you.

Oh my God.

OK here’s a good one…

Never mind I Deino if I'll be able to think of any

Pffft that’s just Trubbish.

Now I got one. What do I call Al after I win him in a running match?

Well, I must Axew what.

Slowbro!!

That was Absol-utely awful.

Bewear, there’s a small Chansey I have more of them in my pockets.

Oh Arceus maybe it’s better if we stop now.

Arceus? Is that like the god pokemon?

Yup.

I like that. I’m gonna use that one from now on.

Hey, Winry?

Yeah?

I’m so Happiny we accidentally started talking.

You know what? Mewtwo.

Also, have I told your smile is very beautifly?

Aww, thanks Ed. Where’s this sudden sappiness coming from?

I dunno, I guess you just have the Klefki to my heart.

You are blushing there right now, I just know it. But I guess I could say the thing back to you :3

Here’s one more: If you were a Pokémon, I’d choose you

I have no words. You are having too much fun with those puns, aren’t you?

I feel this is like a gold mine that just keeps giving and giving…

I probably can’t get you quiet anymore. Anyway, as much as I’d Luvdisc to continue to talk to you, Granny’s waiting. See you later, Feraligatr?

In a while, Krookodile

😉

#edwin #edward elric #winry rockbell #fullmetal alchemist #my fics #it's not a big deal #best puns are the pokemon ones xD

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atc74 · 7 years ago

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She Waits

Our Reader meets Rob and they fall in love, but is it really that easy? The good things rarely are.

Word Count: 3281

Warnings: This is the best (worst?) flangst I can do, language, Rob singing

A/N: beta’d by the ever amazing @just-another-busy-fangirl. Laura, I don’t know what I would do without you and I hope I never have to find out! I listened to and channeled some Louden Swain for this. Although it is not inspired by ‘She Waits’ it felt like a fitting title. A huge shout out to @zeppo-in-a-trenchcoat and @mandileaphotography for the amazing photos of Rob. Thank you for feeding my soul. Also, all my love to Nicole, @iwantthedean, for her never ending support and for enabling the crisis.

Written for: @d-s-winchester and her 2 Year Blogiversary Challenge. My prompt is in bold below. Ash specifically asked for Rob, and tbh, who I am I to say no! I just adore him so much!

Songs listened to: Amazing - Fair - She Waits - Eskimo - Worlds Collide - Like The Heart Goes - Honey Bee - Medicated - All I Need - Cool If I Come Over

To say you and Rob Benedict had a complicated history was an understatement. Some days it felt like Goldie and Kurt, then other days it felt more like Whitney and Bobby. It was wonderful and it was tumultuous, but it was always passionate.

You had first met Rob on the set of Supernatural in 2009. He played a prophet and was slated to appear a few times and you were nothing but an extra. But the reaction between the two of you was a Chem professor’s dream. It was palpable from the first greeting. As you were doing a series of guest spots for the CW, you were in Vancouver for a few weeks which allowed you and Rob get to know each other. You spent all of your spare time in his room or yours. Passion was never the problem.

But then he left and you felt like you would fall apart. He had promised you a future. You felt foolish for believing him, but felt it in your heart, even if your head was screaming ‘NO’ at a thousand decibels. You retreated into yourself when you didn’t hear from him for almost two months.

You found yourself in Los Angeles to audition for a new series. You wanted to call Rob, just to hear his voice. It was one of the things you loved about him, one of the many. His voice was always so soothing and calming to you after a rough day. When he sang to you, it gave you life and you felt like you could accomplish anything and overcome any obstacle in your path.

“Hey girl!” your friend Nicole greeted you at the airport. “I have been watering your plants but I am going to be the best friend ever tonight! We are going out. There is this band playing at a club and my friend got us tickets.”

“Nic, I love you and you are already the best friend ever, but I just got off a plane, I want to sleep and shower and get shitfaced, not necessarily in that order,” you grumbled, getting your bags into her truck before slumping into the passenger seat.

“Well, I totally concur with the whole shower thing. I also support the getting shitfaced, but as for sleep, that can wait until tomorrow. Your audition isn’t until Monday. You have forty-eight hours, you’re golden, girl,” Nicole rambled on as she sped through traffic to your apartment.

After much coaxing and cajoling, you finally gave in and got dressed in the clothes Nic had laid out on your bed. She had picked your favorite skinny jeans paired with a teal colored cold shoulder top and a pair of brown boots. She helped with your makeup and soon you were ready and didn’t even look like you had been sleep deprived ever since Rob walked out. You hardly recognized the woman staring back at you.

The club was loud and the music was crappy, but there were plenty of open seats at the bar. You made a beeline for it, ordering your favorite whiskey and a beer for both of you. You knocked back the shot with ease and then followed it with Nicole’s while she chatted up her friend.

“Hey, that was mine!” she joked. “Y/N, this is Gil.”

“Nice to meet ya, Gil,” you greeted him politely. He was quite good looking and he and Nicole made a striking couple.

“Well, let’s go get our table,” Nicole shouted over the music and Gil lead you to the very front table that he had reserved. You didn’t care much, as long as the booze kept coming.

The two of you sat and talked as well as you could for the better part of an hour until the music stopped blaring and Gil’s voice caught your attention.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, it my pleasure to bring this band onstage tonight. They have been a solid force in the Indie Rock scene here in L.A. for a few years now. Please welcome Louden Swain!” The crowd erupted in cheers but you had never heard of them and lived in L.A. for the last ten years. You rolled your eyes and signaled the waitress for another round.

Then you heard it, the voice that had plagued your thoughts for the last two months. The voice that calmed you. You turned around slowly and looked up to the main microphone stand on the stage right in front of you. Of course, your table was front and center. There he was: Rob. You knew he sang, but he had never told you he was in a band.

Your heart beat faster than you could ever remember as you took him in. He looked the same as he did the morning he walked out of your hotel room, maybe just a little more tired. That gave you a moment of hope that maybe he was just as miserable as you had been. His eyes met yours and your heart leapt into your throat, making breathing impossible.

“Before we get started, the guys and I just want to thank everybody for coming out tonight. We hope you have a good time,” Rob smiled and met your eyes once more.

You had heard him sing most of these songs, granted they sounded different with a full band behind them. Rob sounded amazing and you had to admit, despite seeing him and your heart hurting, you were having a good time. Nicole looked over at you with that knowing look of hers but you just shook your head and stuck out your tongue.

“Hey, thanks so much,” Rob speaking broke your thoughts and you gave him your undivided attention. “We want to debut a new song for you guys tonight. I, ah, wrote this a few weeks ago. It’s about a girl, quite possibly the girl. I hope you like it.”

When he spoke, he was looking directly at you and you sat down once more, unsure if your legs would support you. Had he really just said that? And was he talking about you? You listened to the song, not quite understanding, then it hit you as the song ended.

Rob jumped off the stage with his hand held out to you and you ignored it, launching yourself straight into his arms. “I’m sorry.”

“I missed you,” you breathed into his neck, his familiar scent comforting you like nothing else had been able to do in the last several weeks.

Even though he had hurt you, your heart let him in as easily as it had the first time. Your head begged you to be cautious, but you ignored it. Life was simple with Rob. You loved each other and he comforted you when things were tough. His singing brought tears of joy to your eyes. You knew deep down, you would never be truly happy with anyone other than him.

Life was a whirlwind with Rob Benedict. Between shows and his band touring, not to mention, the band was offered a spot during the Supernatural conventions a year after you met. To say you were use to Rob being gone is wrong. You will never get used to the love of your life not being there, you just learn to deal with it. That is why there are phone calls and text messages and late night video chats. It wasn’t the same without his arms around you, but his voice calmed you as always.

You weren’t sure exactly when you noticed it, but as the seasons changed, somehow so did your relationship with Rob and that is when reality set in.

2011

You hadn’t seen or heard from Rob in months. By now you were used to the pattern, but it still hurt. Your head said it was time, but your heart refused to move on. You shook your head to rid the thoughts that probably would always plague you. It was Nicole’s wedding day and you need to keep your shit together. You couldn’t think about him today, of all days.

You couldn’t believe how much you cried during the ceremony. Nicole was breathtaking and Gil looked like he stepped right out of the pages of GQ. Even the vows were more beautiful than anything you had ever heard. Pictures were taken and soon you made your way to the reception with the rest of the wedding party. You only needed to stay a few hours, then you could go home and collapse on your couch, watching bad reruns.

Dinner and speeches were finally out of the way and to be completely honest, you were more than a little tipsy. It was time for Nicole and Gil’s first dance and everyone, even you, smiled as you watched them lovingly float across the dance floor to a grossly romantic song. Your inner voices wouldn’t shut up. The song was cliche. Rob would never have sang such a sappy song to you to express his love. His songs were quirky but there was always a meaning in them, even if it was hidden.

Finally the band was set up and it was time for the wedding party to dance. You and your groomsman headed out to the dance floor. The music started and you danced, not even paying attention to it until you heard his voice. You finished the dance; you didn’t want to make a scene. As soon as the song ended, you grabbed Nicole and practically dragged her to the bathroom with you.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” you shouted, not even bothering to check to see if there was anyone else in the restroom.

“Y/N, I know what you are thinking and I am sorry. I really am. Rob asked Gil not to tell me. I didn’t find out until today. Gil was in charge of the music and I didn’t know. I swear.” Nicole was telling the truth, you could see it in her eyes.

“I know, I’m sorry I yelled at you on your wedding day. I just wish I had known he was going to be here,” you sniffed and grabbed another tissue.

“Hey, at least the music is good. Let’s just go have a good time and forget about it, yeah? It is my wedding day and you have to do what I say!” Nicole proclaimed, as was her right today.

“Fine! But I am getting drunk and you are paying for my cab!” You agreed and you both headed back to her reception.

You were well past drunk and incredibly proud of yourself for keeping it together. Well, you were until the band took a break. Rob approached you at the bar, buying your next drink.

“Rob, why? That is all I want to know,” you pleaded with him, without daring to look at him. “We have been playing this game for two years. I thought everything was fine. Was is easy? No, but we were dealing with the separations while you were on tour. Then, you fell off the face of the earth. You stop calling, you don’t come over. And just when I think I can get past it, you fucking show up when I least expect it or can handle it.”

“Y/N, Honey, I am so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I am a coward and I know it. I am scared of what this is, so the only thing I know to do is cut and run. Tonight hasn’t been easy; Gil is mad, Nicole is pissed and you won’t even look at me,” Rob stated.

“Rob, I can’t do this anymore. Just, do me a favor, please. Please don’t chase me anymore unless you’re ready to catch me.“ You turned your back and walked away, calling a cab on your way out of the reception hall.

2013

The past two years had been kind to you professionally, but personally, your life was still a hot mess. Nicole was the only person who knew how bad it had gotten. You avoided going anywhere there was remotely a chance you would run into Rob.

Nicole burst through your apartment door like she owned the place. “Get up and get in the damn shower, Y/N. I am tired of your moping, It has been two damn years and I am not putting up with this anymore. I am your best friend and I love you like a pain in the ass sister, but enough. I am taking you to Vegas for the weekend and no arguing.”

You knew there was no use arguing with her when her angry Irish made an appearance, so you shuffled to the bathroom and reluctantly got in. When you emerged thirty minutes later, feeling slightly refreshed, you gasped. Nicole had your bags already packed and an outfit ready.

“Come on! We can be there by noon!” Nicole helped you get ready and you were on the road within thirty minutes and Vegas bound. It was cool for February, but the forecast was looking promising for Vegas as you checked your phone.

“Thanks, Nic. For always being there for me. For always being my rock, my cheerleader, my shoulder to cry on. I don’t know what I would do without you,” you told her as you sat in the spa chairs, manis and pedis in progress. You had dinner reservations over at the Rio and you were excited about the rest of your girls weekend.

You both were dressed and pressed and arrived a few minutes early for your reservation, so you played the slots while you waited. You looked over at your friend and she had never looked more beautiful, even on her wedding day. She looked so happy and after telling you the news of her pregnancy, it was easy to see why. It made you happy to see her happy, even if you would be drinking alone tonight.

Dinner was delicious as you finished up in the VooDoo Steakhouse. You had just consumed the best steak you had ever eaten and were perusing the dessert menu when you heard Nicole’s name.

“Oh hey! What are you doing here?” Nicole asked.

“We are in town playing the convention as always. What else do I do with my time?” Your stomach turned in knots and you felt like you were going to throw up. You dropped the dessert menu on the table and signaled the server for the check. Then you felt it, his hand on your shoulder. Warm, calloused and comforting; just as you remembered it. You took a deep breath and turned.

“Hey,” your voice was shaky, even as you tried to control it.

“Can I talk to you for a moment? Nicole, do you mind?” Rob asked her, not wanting to interrupt.

“Oh, yeah, we were done and I am tired anyway. Growing a baby is exhausting!” Nicole quickly paid and exited the restaurant, Rob taking the seat next to you.

“Y/N, Honey, I am so sorry. I know that is no excuse for what I have done or the way I have acted. I have kept myself so busy for the last two years, so I didn’t have time to think about what I was missing with you,” he admitted.

“Rob, please don’t. I told you at the wedding, I can’t do this anymore,” you stood to leave but he stopped you.

“I know what you said and I have done nothing but think about that. I have spent so much time avoiding you so I wouldn’t, but you’re still the first thing I think about when I wake and the last thing I think about before I fall asleep. You told me not to chase you anymore unless I was willing to catch you,” Rob paused, taking a breath and you took the chance to look at him for the first time in two years. There were tears rimming the edge of his brilliant blue eyes.

“I’m ready. I don’t want to waste my time anymore, just living, because without you, I’m not living, not really. I miss every single thing about you, and if you’ll let me, I’d like to try again. I never stopped loving you,” he confessed and you felt your heart beating too fast in your chest.

“Rob, I don’t think I will survive if you run again. I can’t lie and say I don’t love you anymore, but I don’t want to get hurt, not again,” you wiped away the stray tears as they fell.

“I promise you here and now, I won’t. I can’t promise there won’t be hard times, but I am not going anywhere this time. Please come to our concert tonight; everyone will be there,” Rob coaxed, his thumb rubbing small circles on the back of your hand as he spoke, not breaking eye contact once. “I don’t want to wait anymore. Let’s start now.”

“I think I would like that. I stopped listening to your music because it made me miss you and I cried all the time; the makeup department was not happy,” you laughed and it felt good.

2016

The next time you returned to Vancouver in early 2016, it was with Rob. That night in Vegas, he had poured his heart out to you and he hadn’t been lying. He really had changed and he never ran. It wasn’t all rainbows and glitter, but you were happier than ever before.

You had married almost a year ago and were now expecting your first baby in a less than four months. Rob was scheduled to film four episodes, as God of all characters, and didn’t want to be away from you, so with Jensen’s help, the two of rented a condo for a couple months and you would be back in Los Angeles in time to finish getting ready for the birth of your child.

You spent most of your time on set or sleeping in Jensen’s trailer, since it was bigger and more comfortable than the one they gave the guest stars. Jensen and Rob walked in while you just finishing some stretches, finding yoga helped with the small aches and pains of pregnancy.

“We brought you some lunch, Honey,” Rob told you as he set it down on the table before he helped you up off the floor.

“Good! Your child is always hungry!” you claimed as you dug into the street tacos they brought.

Jensen just laughed. “I remember when Dani was pregnant with JJ. They say every pregnancy is different, but I think hunger is the one constant.”

“Gen said the same thing!” you mumbled around another bite of taco, while Rob watched you with a look of shock or awe, you couldn’t tell which. “What? Do I have something on face?”

“No, I just can’t believe how lucky I am,” Rob laughed, kissing the top of your head.

“You’re lucky you got your act together and realized you couldn’t live without me,” you reminded him.

“Yes, yes I did. And now I don’t have to,” Rob agreed. “You let me catch you, finally.”

“You finally used the right bait and I took it, hook, line and sinker,” you smiled at your husband and realized you were both the lucky ones.

It was still complicated some days, but those days were few and far between. The passion that sparked in the beginning was still there and that was all that mattered to either of you anymore.

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liliumwallichianum · 5 years ago

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finna ask myself these cause nobody else will

ASK ME THINGS

*SO I started writing these a long time ago and never finished them so I’m gonna just add all my answers (06/04/2017) in bold enjoy neethz

***EDIT AGAIN this is so wild... 3 years later.... I was so depressed, hated my relationship clearly, and hated myself? Writing on 4/10/2020 and starting at #49 first pass so I can actually finish and publish lol.

1. You woke up naked next to the last person you texted, what would you say?

typical @richiericherson; good morning lol

2. What’s going on between you and the last person you kissed?

4months datin; wow! 6 months dating :)

3. If your boyfriend or girlfriend was into drugs, would you care?

is this a joke? we’re both into them it’s coo; same answer as previous :)

4. Is your last name longer than six letters?

yee; same

5. Was your last kiss drunk or sober?

sober; same

6. Have you ever wanted to have someone but you messed it up?

oh yeah HAHAHA; have i though?

7. What does your last received text say?

“yes”; have fun studying

8. How many times have you kissed the last person you kissed?

a million and one; and a million more

9. Where was your last kiss at?

in ma bifs bed; my bed this time surprise surprise

10. When is the last time you saw your sister?

today morning her bitchass lives w me ; 40 min ago... still live w her bitchass

11. What do you drink in the morning?

water, a smoothie; coffee. ugh the deprogression

12. Where did you sleep last night?

my bifs; my bed

13. Do you think relationships are hard?

hardest; shouldnt be but they are

14. If you could go back and change something in the past 5 months, would you?

yeah probably work a little harder at the end of last semester; idk a lot i feel but i cant look back specifically and pick things out. i would change almost everything if i could

15. You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, any problems?

no that would be perfect; yeah we’d just hella yell at each other

16. Would you rather it be sunny or rainy?

both but sunny; both but rainy :/

17. Do you know anyone with the same middle name as you?

my sister; same

18. Are you wearing jeans,sweatpants,or pajama pants?

pajama shorts; joggers

19. Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 years from now?

probably; yeah

20. Does anyone like you?

yee i hope so ; yeah

21. Have you ever kissed someone with a name that starts with an S?

ummm lemme check.. yup 2 people!; still 2 hahah

22. Is the last person you kissed gay?

no hahaha; sometimes lol

23. Is there a person you CANNOT stand?

not really there’s all love here; that dunt from hs lol

24. Have you ever considered getting a tattoo?

yeah just let sarah give me one; can’t believe it’s been 2 months

25. In the past week have you cried?

yeah im weirdly pmsing or im depressed cant tell which; LMFAOOOOOOOO IM SO PREDICTABLE. literally sitting here crying... still dont know if it’s pms or depression

26. What breed was the last dog you saw?

golden :) great dane

27. Do you dry off in the shower or out of the shower?

out out out; out

28. Have you ever kissed a football player?

no i wish; still wish but tbh i probably have

29. Do you think you’re old?

not at all; TOO OLD BUT TOO YOUNG IDK

30. Do you like text messaging?

not at all; grown to like or tolerate ig

31. What type of day are you having?

stressful cause orgo quiz soon and i know nothing; a normal day.

32. Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced?

already have it pierced!; sameee

33. Do you prefer warm or cold weather?

cold i think; cold ? ugh idk

34. Is there a person of the opposite sex who means a lot to you?

yes my bf; my dad.

35. Would you prefer a relationship or a fling?

idk about this one tbh.... probably relationship; relationship

36. Are you a simple or complicated person?

both; i try honestly i try

37. What song are you listening to?

none; redemption

38. When you say you’re sorry do you mean it?

mostly no... lol i say sorry to ease the situation; nah 39. Is there a girl that knows everything or almost everything about you?

not even close lol 40. What made you start liking the person you like now?

i was lonely.. peer pressure... 41. When did you last receive a text message?

like just now 42. What is wrong with you right now?

idk i want it to stop though. i want overall sadness to stop .

43. How well do you know the last female you texted?

p well she’s one of my bffs at wayne 44. Does anyone disgust you?

yea fam almost everyone lol 45. Would you date someone right now if they asked?

no considering i have a bf 46. Are you in a good mood right now?

i wish 47. Who was the last person you talked to in person?

simran 48. What color shirt are you wearing?

black. did u even think differently ? 49. Has someone recently told you something you didn’t want to hear?

Probably something bout swap 50. Anyone you’re giving up on? Tryin to give up on swap, giving up on Frank

51. Do you hate the person you fell hardest for?

Yes.

52. Have you ever thought about giving up on someone but couldn’t?

Swap? Def DONT want him back but can’t let him go 53. Do you like rain?

Yes 54. Do you care if your boyfriend/girlfriend drinks?

No unless they’re crazy on it aka swap 55. Have you ever liked somebody and never told them?

Probably 56. Do you like to cuddle?

So much..... with Y only 57. Are you shy?

Nah 58. Do you get along with girls?

Yes! I think 59. Have you dated the person you texted last?

No... well kinda? I guess I’ve dated Alex 60. What do you carry with you at all times?

Chapstick, my animal print scrunchie 61. If you were paid 1 million dollars to spend the night in a supposed haunted house, would you?

Yeah 62. Do you think you can last in a relationship for five months?

Yes 63. Think back to October, were you in a relationship?

Unfortunately 64. The person you like kisses you on the forehead, do you find this cute?

Yas 65. Did anything “cute” happen in the last week?

Yeah, all the boys I’m talking to supporting me lol

66. How old are the last three people you kissed?

23/22, 28, 24?

67. Would you rather pay to get your nails done or do them yourself?

Pay 68. Which do you like better- Zebra print or leopard print?

Leopard 69. Do you have any stickers on your car?

Hell no 70. Would you rather listen to Luke Bryan or Lil Wayne?

Weezy f baby 71. Blackberry, Anroid, or iPhone?

Android ugh miss mine 72. When’s the last time you had pizza from Pizza Hut?

Wowwwwwww probably the last year 73. Do you like diet soda? Nah 74. What color are the walls in your room? Blue w stars 75. Are you 16 or older? Yes 76. Do you watch Pretty Little Liars? I used to 77. Do you have a job? Yes being a Med Student 78. What are your initials? NUS 79. Did you ever have braces? Nope 80. Are you from the south? Yup south INDIA

81. What does your last status on facebook say? Supporting Michelle and sharing her article 82. Do you still talk to the first person you ever kissed? No lmfao Meiyan 83. Are you closer to your mom or your dad? Probs mom

84. Have you ever done cheerleading or gymnastics? No 85. What’s the last movie you saw in theaters? Ugh idek something w swap? 86. Do you smoke? Yes 87. Would you rather wear heels or flip flops? Flip 88. Is your phone touch screen? Yes 89. Do you normally wear your hair straight or curly? Wavey 90. Have you ever snuck out of your house? Hell yeah 91. Would you rather swim in a river, lake, or pool? Lake 92. Have you ever made out in a car? Yes 93. …Had sex in a car? Yesssss best sex ever ugh 94. Are you single or in a relationship? Single 95. What were you doing last night at midnight? Sleeping 96. When’s the last time you saw fireworks? July 4? 97. Do you like the camera on your phone? No 98. Have you ever had a friend with benefits? Yes 99. Have you ever passed out from drinking? Yes 100. Are you friends with people on facebook that you actually hate? Yes 101. Have you ever had a pregnancy scare? Yes 102. Name your favorite Kesha song: Bro no 103. Do you have any tan lines right now? Yes kinda 104. Would you ever wear cowboy boots with shorts? Yeah if I was going to faster horses lmaoo

#feels

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543.

5000 Question Survey Pt. 31

2901. have you ever written a letter to: a friend: yes. a lover: yes. a celebrity: yes, but i never sent it. congress/house/reps: only to the mayor, it was a task in elementary lol. the president/leader of your country: no. 2902. Why are cigarette companies allowed to manufacture and sell cigarettes when they are so unhealthy and dangerous? it’s basically the same as why do mcdonalds sell food? people will always buy things that are bad for them. 2903. Do you chat with people in an elevator? only at work because i know them lol. 2904. What's your favorite Jack Nicholson movie? i don’t have one.

2905. Who should play the part of Superman? never been a fan, so idk. 2906. Do you like when your friends and your mate's friends hang out? we have the same group of friends. 2907. Doritos or Cheetos? cheetos!!!! 2910. Do you brush your teeth three times a day? no, more like 1-2 lol. 2911. Should I stop making questions with multiple parts and just count each actual question as a question? yes. 2912. What gives your ego a boost? genuine unexpected compliments. 2913. What knocks your ego down? genuine unexpected critiques. 2914. Live and let live or live and let die? either or. 2915. What do you think of Damien Hirst's art piece Mother and Child, which is half a cow in formaldedhyde? i don’t know it. 2916. Why is it that 70 percent of americans Do Not want to go to war with Iraq and yet we are going to war with Iraq anyway? eh, not knowledgeable on this subject. Is this democracy? - 2917. Imagine you have two choices of what life you can live: One: You are provided with meals, medicine, clothes and shelter. You are always with your family. You can lie in the sun and smoke, drink, play, cook, etc.. There will be certain rules you must follow such as no killing, no hurting others, no leaving the commune you were born in, no stealing, no tv, no newspapers and no books. OR Two: You are turned loose in the world with nothing. You start out cold and hungry. You may stay cold and hungry forever but you also have the opportunity to try and make a life for yourself. This will take a lot of hard work and there is no guarantee you will ever live comfortably. Which life do you choose? it depends how much knowledge and street smarts i have, but i’d probably choose the second option. WHY? because i know the world has so much to offer. if i worked hard enough i could basically get all the benefits of option one and even more. 2918. Why is there no 'Mr. America' pageant? isn’t there? there’s a mr. universe right? Should there be? i’m not that fussy. What qualities would YOU look for in a Mr. America if such a contest were to exist (like miss america he would have to be a role model)? same qualities as miss america i guess. 2919. If something offends you do you feel that it has no right to exist? in a perfect world, yes. but life doesn’t work that way. 2920. Why do advertisers seem to believe that guys will buy any product that a hot girl in a bikini is sitting next too? well, sex sells. 2921. What would you do if your mom had a fight with a male aquantance and you heard an answering machine message he left her cursing at her, calling her names and being very disrespectful? i’d ask her wtf is going on and take actions into my own hands. i can’t handle the idea of people being rude to my family. 2922. What do you represent? myself? lol. 2923. What message does ___ send when given as a birthday present?flowers: a kind gesture i guess. i’m not a flowers kinda gal though. slippers: a possible regift? i’d use it anyway. candles: everyone likes candles so it’s a universal gift i guess. diamond necklace: a grand gesture coming from someone with money obviously lol. gift certificate: didn’t know what to get you, but here’s a gift card! cash: unthoughtful but very useful. books: tbh i gift books a lot i think it’s good for kids and stuff. 2924. Have you ever completed a paint by number? yeah most likely. If yes of what?/ i had a lot of these books as a kid, so i don’t remember a particular one lol. 2925. How long has it been since you colored in a coloring book? i’ve done it sometime this year. 2926. What have you been caught doing? smoking haha. 2927. Does temptation make you do what you love? hmm not really? 2928. Do you have an gadgets in the house that you don't know how to use? What? the washing machine lol. it’s all a guessing game. 2929. Do you read the instructions to things or skip them? i skim through them. 2930. Will you ever reach your full potential? i sure hope so. 2931. Who is your biggest fan? my family and boyfriend. 2932. Who do you take care of? my family and boyfriend. Who takes care of you? same ^ 2933. Do you think that lawyers should only argue cases when they feel like the client is in the right? i guess so but money is the motivation i guess. representing someone they wouldn’t necessarily support could also help their arguing skills idk. If you were a lawyer would you argue cases when you felt like your client was completely wrong? not sure... 2934. Is it sexy in here or is it just me? it’s just you. 2935. You are giving out your phone number to a HOTTIE by writing it on a napkin. Do you write a little note or draw a picture too? If yes, what? i would never do this. 2936. Can you fold paper into anything (a hat, a swan, a boat, etc)? What? yes, i can make little 3d stars haha. 2937. How can a girl get a guy-she-is-dating's mom to like her better? just be yourself. mothers of sons are always harder to please, just like fathers of daughters. 2938. What is one theory about life or anything that you came up with that no one else has? nothing haha. 2939. Do you like answering questions about: (bold) your life? your taste? tv? music? art? politics? life? religion? issues? sex? loved ones? favorites? objects? math? philosophy? hypothetical situations? things that require lots of thought? 2940. The mortuary science department is having a bake sale. Does this strike you as funny? pretty random. 2941. What would you think of a new reality tv game show where real life criminals on death row competed in life threatening tasks for the prize of a reduced sentence? pretty sadistic if you ask me. Did you know that they are considering making this a show? no idea. Would you watch it? probably not. 2942. What was the last song you looked up the words to? curve. 2943. What Saturday morning cartoons do you like? the only one i remember watching was saturday disney. 2944. If anything's possible, then is it possible that nothing's possible? no. 2944. What does the T in T-Shirt really mean? the shape of a tee? idk. 2945. Would you alter your routine if there was a sniper in your area? haha i guess so. If so how? head straight to my door as fast as i can, draw the curtains to all windows. 2946. Is castration a good punishment for extreme or repeat sexual offenders? eh... why not. idk. 2947. If you are a girl have you ever experienced penis envy? nope. If you are a guy would you still want to live if you had to be castrated? 2948. Imagine you are teaching a class of sixth graders. A the start of the year you tell them, "If you come away with class and have learned only ONE THING, I hope that you learned....(finish the sentence) idk. 2949. If you were being interviewed for a job in a clothing store how would you sell yourself to the prospective employers? obviously wear clothes that they sell at the store, research the brand a little and keep up to date with their seasons, promos etc. 2950. How do you stop pop up ads? adblock. 2951. You are alone. You take a bus to the mall. The stop is right in the mall parking lot. You window-shop. You don't buy anything. You want to get back on the bus to go home when you realize you have lost all your money. You have no cell phone. All the payphones are jammed with gum. You can not get it out. How do you get the $1.50 you need to get on the bus and get home??? i’d go to the mall, visit each store and ask them if i can contact someone to pick me up. 2952. How long would it take you to organize your bedroom? probably an entire day. 2953. Make up a nickname for your bedroom: no. 2954. What comes after: I've got a love-a-lee bunch of coconuts (diddly dee) There they are a-standing in a row. <--- this Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head... 2955. Where ARE the wild things? in our dreams. 2956. You get a six cd changer for the car, only problem is that you know that once you put in six cd's you can NEVER take them out. Which 6 cd's do you put in? i wouldn’t bother. as long as my car had an aux in, i’m all good. 2957. Let's play Jeapordy. (Do-Do-Do-Do-Do-Do-Dooooo-) I'll give some answers..you give the questions. Ready? Begin. The answer is: Purple what colour is barney the dinosaur? Yellow what colour is a banana? Candle what’s something you can light up during a romantic dinner? Pepsi who’s coke’s biggest competitor? Peace what does a dove symbolize? Lisa what’s the name of the eldest simpsons daughter? Cotton what type of fabric are most t-shirts made out of? Flag haha idk. 42 idk. 2958. Pick a letter. d. List some great words starting with that letter: no. 2959. Is eight days a week enough to show you care? no haha. 2960. Have you told your parents you love them today? no. 2961. What is the difference between a number two pencil and any other kind of pencil? its tone, thickness idk. 2962. Have you ever cross-dressed? no. 2963. Are we living in a world without end? probably not. 2964. What do you think of that couple that was just on the news who kidnapped a 16 year old girl for a week and forced her to be their sex slave? that’s terrifying and disgusting. it sucks to think there must be so many more undocumented cases like this. 2965. Wanna watch a movie about a cheerleading competition? only if it’s bring it on. 2966. Are you singing in the rain? no. 2967. Should the sopranos actors have been allowed to march in the St Patrick's Day parade? idk? 2968. Is oral sex, anal sex or regular sex more intimate? regular. 2969. Is it time to switch to Decaf? i do drink decaf from time to time. 2970. Why is it that the truth hurts? because some people can’t handle it. 2971. How do you feel about: ticketmaster? laggy. scalpers? it depends. we bought tickets from a scalper at an ice hockey game once for a fair price and they were the best seats in the house. i don’t think i’d ever do that again though. 2972. What are you guilty of? being lazy. 2973. Have you ever done any of the following in order to catch a buzz or get high? sniffed glue: i did this as a kid coz i liked the smell, not to get high. sniffed magic markers: nope. ate paste: no. drank Nyquil, rRobitussen or any other Over-the-counter drug: no. 'huffed' (inhaled or sniffed) any kind of fabric softner, cooking spray or other household product: no. whip-its: no. 2974. What gives you inner stregnth? inspiration. 2975. ::eyes you suspiciously::Where have all the COOKIES gone? idk. i don’t eat cookies. 2976. What is a good gift for someone you don't like so that it SEEMS to be nice but really 'gets' them somehow? haha no thanks. 2977. If you don't like the service at a restaurant would you skip the tip? yes. Why or why not? because tipping in australia isn’t mandatory. 2978. Apples or peaches or pumpkin pie? apple. 2979. What Race/nationality was Jesus? israeli? 2980. What was one evening you'll never forget? every night of coachella. 2981. Name 13 ways to look at a blackbird: no. 2982. Trick or Treat? treat. 2983. If you had money to burn, what 'toy' would you spend your money on (think monopoly game with real money, luxory boat, a train layout that takes up a house, etc.)? a tesla. 2984. Are you having trouble with aol 8.0? lol this is so old. Or if you don't have aol...have you ever been to a podiatrist? nope. 2985. If you could write your own ten commandments, what would they be? 1 no thanks. 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 2986. When people lose weight, where does it go? it’s been burnt. 2987. Your mate/partner/wife or husband/longterm boy or girlfriend/etc. has SOMEHOW gotten his or her FAVORITE celebrity's attention. Your sweetie has always thought this celeb was so sexy and now the celeb kinda fancies your sweety as well(although the celeb is not interested enough to stick around for more than one night). Your sweetie wants to have a one night stand with the celeb. Knowing that this is your sweeties one and only chance to bang (or even hang out with) a celebrity (ESPECIALLY their FAVORITE celebrity) you would say: lmao. i’ve had this convo with my boyfriend before. i’d let them hang, whatever. 2988. Have you ever seen an Ed Wood film? no. if yes, what one(s) and what did you think? If no, aren't you curious to see a movie by the person known as the worst director of all time? 2989. What kind of bread do you like to eat (white, rye, potatoe, grain, whole wheat, etc)? white. 2990. Are you emotionaly articulate? yes. 2991. Does everything happen for a reason? i’d like to think so. 2992. Do you take a piece of those you have loved and carry it around forever? eh, not really. If yes, than aren't they still with you even when you are gone? 2993. Is it true that the child is worth ten of the parent? never heard of that. 2994. Can you think of a door that has closed in your life? yes. Can you think of a window that has opened? yes. 2995. What does this mean to you: 'Necessity is the mother of invention'? Do you believe that necessity is also the mother of: courage? survival skills? independence? idkkkk. 2996. What helps you to get over a Major heartache? time. and things to distract yourself with. 2997. Can you depend completely upon yourself? yes. have you ever tried? yes. 2998. How can you tell the difference between the end of one part of your life and the beautiful beginning of the next part? i can’t. 2999. Have you ever read an stories by Kate Chopin? no. If not, I suggest that you do. 3000. Do you often make the best discoveries when you really weren't looking for anything (or anyone)? yes.

#survey #surveys #quiz #bored #questions

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So forget about looking cliched and go pair your red wedding lehenga with gold or kundan jewellery – oversized noserings, ornate maangtika and a classy choker for this stunning bridal avatar.

When Everything is Red

The Devi range is full of options to choose from. Be it heavy zardozi and hand embroidery lehengas to light yet rich brocade lehengas, heavily embroidered deep neck blouses, or full sleeve blouses with minimal work on them.

Red Rules

Love Story in Red

The Devi Collection of a Sabya Bride

Simple yet Stunning

So if you’re a bride who’s always wanted to wear red on your wedding day, this collection is everything you need to see and go gaga over.

All in one Frame

As Sabya puts it, “I don’t think it’s a cliché. I just think it’s beautiful.”

Nargis Collection

Blooming Beauty

If you’re going to be a summer bride or you love the idea of donning a pastel wedding lehenga, the Nargis collection by Sabyasachi is perfect for you.

Floral Motifs

This lehenga collection is an image of everything pretty and serene – from blooming gardens of rose, jasmine, curcuma and sandal on ivory lehengas to refreshing turquoise and amber lehengas – every piece is a story in itself.

Ethereal

Don’t you love how this lehenga is soothing yet fiercely bold with the Sabyasachi tiger posing on the waist!

Love for Turquoise

And we louuuve the way this antique haar is paired with the blouse and makes its way through the midriff on to the belly!

Sabya Beauties

Pretty in Pastels

Floral Motifs

From lehengas with ornate tapestry style embroidery to light misty dupattas and statement blouses – if you adore everything floral and pastel you’re sure to fall in love with this collection.

Perfect for your Destination Wedding

Say Hello to Yellow

Colors Mingled Together

Pastel Hues

Chowk Collection

Mystic Maiden

Dark, folksy, bold with a touch of rustic Indian charm – if that’s your style, look no further!

The Bride-Tribe

Princess Vibe

Whether you’re planning a winter wedding, or an intimate destination wedding with your near and dear ones, the warm colors and individualistic style of the Chowk collection is brimming with lehengas you’d love to choose from.

Like a Queen

Rural Reign

Chowk embraces everything folksy and rustic – so you’ll find beautiful patchwork borders and traditional zardozi work on lehengas, angrakha cut blouses, deep neck blouses, kalidar lehengas and beautiful double odhnas.

Dark Hues

You’ll also find the occasional modernistic spin on rural textiles – a threadwork chadar fashioned into a cape paired with printed pants – isn’t it perfect to wear to your sister’s reception!

Get Gorgeous

Isfahan Collection

Personified Beauty

Rich, warm and royal with a muted Mughal and Nizam overdose – that’s the Isfahan collection for you.

Melancholic Hues

Here Sabya plays with melancholic shades on rich regal fabrics. So we see lehengas in pomegranate red, subdued green and faded jamun purple on textures like velvets, organzas, muslins and mul mul.

Royal Combination

You’ll find motifs of persian flora and fauna etched in gold zardozi and silver mina work.

Love for Peach

For the Grooms

Velvets

Wedding Finery

Color-Coordinated

For the Regal Brides

Something Different

What it means for you is an ultimate collection to pick pieces for your winter wedding.

Fashion Galore

Bride-Groom

The glamour, glaze and shine of these outfits also make them perfect for your stage performance at your Sangeet.

Royal Charm

If you’re getting married at a Nizam palace in Hyderabad or a Mughal themed wedding anywhere, look no further than this latest wedding lehenga collection by Sabya.

Divine

Ask Sabya “Who is the Sabyasachi bride?’ And he’ll say, ‘Everyone’. We look at this wedding collection and it’s diversity and appeal to all kinds of brides, and tbh we couldn’t agree more.

Straight from the Mughal Era

Jewellery Courtesy: Sabyasachi Heritage Jewelry collection @sabyasachijewelry

Photo Courtesy: Tarun Khiwal @tarun_khiwal

Location courtesy: City Palace, Karauli @karaulipalace

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thedeliverygod · 8 years ago

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so I’m gonna do something I haven’t done in a looong time! I’m gonna go back and take this survey (now called a meme I guess lol) that I did back in 2008 and compare answers for funsies

here we go~ bold answers are current answers.

Do you think that you are a good singer? sometimes/yeah sometimes lol. sometimes not. Are you sure of your sexuality? sure./ yup, I’m asexual. At the time I took this before I thought I was just heterosexual and weird lol. Do you love your parents? yeah/ mhmm. Do you think that you are smart? not really, more like average./ uhh. For some things yes, other things no. I seem to have a little bit of knowledge on a wide variety of things. Are you pretending to be someone that you're not? no./ nopeee. Do you like to read? yeah/ I do but it’s hard to find things to read.

How often do you talk on the phone? like once everyday for a tops of like 5 mins./ uhh not very often at all. probably once every few days at most. Are you a local celebrity? definately not./ lol yeah no. Also I’m glad I finally learned how to spell definitely after so many years of struggling with it. Is your mom awesome? yeah/ she has her moments that are good but she also has her bad moments Are you a pottymouth? no./ not really but I curse now, unlike when I took this survey in 2008 lol. Do you think that you are a good writer? I am! ^_^/ eh I’m alright. There’s plenty of people who are more talented than me and I wish I could have their talent brush off on me lol but I enjoy writing a lot so I won’t quit. What was the last compliment that you got? I dunno./ hmmm I dunno. I get ‘cute’ a decent amount I suppose. What does your home phone look like? we don't have one./ idk just a standard home phone lol silver and black. What was the last hoodie that you wore? don't know./ idk but probably my black hoodie from American Eagle that says “NYC” on it. What grade are you in right now if you are in school? eleventh./ I graduated college in December 2014 so it’s been 2 years since I got my bachelor’s degree (and I still have no full time job yay lol) Do you eat candy daily? haha no./ ummm almost? lmao. I kinda constantly keep chocolate around. Name a song from this artist/band:

Paramore: decode/ misguided ghosts Cartel: if I were to write the song/ save us My Chemical Romance: ghost of you/ Black parade I guess haha Teddy Geiger: night air/ same song lol Three Days Grace: over and over/ Animals? haha The Rocket Summer: Aerosmith: dream on. Mika: popular with Ariana Grande (wow he was around back then? I had no idea) Cute Is What We Aim For: Avenged Sevenfold: darkness surrounding/ I don’t even know anything by this band anymore lol Fall Out Boy: thnks fr th mmrs./ hum hallelujah Have you ever moved to a different home? yeaaaah/ yeah a decent amount Have you ever switched schools? just graduating from them./ same’s true now. Started at UNCG and graduated from UNCG. Do you like to go swimming? when it's warm outside./ yeah but I hardly get the opportunity to go anymore. Have you ever been to camp? no, not really./ not an organized summer camp, no. I’ve been traditional camping (in a tent and an RV) though, yes. Do you have a pet, if so, what? yes. 2 dogs, 3 cats, and 2 finches./ aw the finches I miss them. Um I’ve just got Kairi, really, and then my dad has 3 cats. My mom also has 2 cats and a dog that I used to live with so I kinda consider mine still too. Do you have trouble spelling certain words? haha yeah. Disappear is one I spell wrong often./ plenty but I can’t think of any on the spot. Do you get nervous with public speaking? yes./ hells yeah Do you know the words to your myspace song? yep./ lol myspace is long gone. What is your favorite TV show? don't watch TV./ Prison Break & Scrubs for traditional TV (live action). Noragami for anime. Do you know anyone with a really weird name? not really./ nah What are you going to name your kids? Cameron or Landon [I remembered that name today and I love it] annnnd Kayla or October. I don't care if the name October Melody sounds emo/goth, it's beautiful./ I don’t plan on having biological kids and therefore don’t really plan on naming any kids. I do really love Yukine’s name though. Are you taken? no./ nope, single once again Do you fight with your parents all the time? no./ no, I’ve fought with my mom a few times now that I’m older but it just ends in me getting into panic attacks so I’m good. Is your tongue pierced? no./ nooo. I don’t have any piercings and don’t ever plan to. Are you in pain right now? no./ no but I wish this cold would go away What are you doing tomorrow? homework./ dunno but I should really do laundry. Where does the last person you kissed go to school? n/a/ he graduated in 2014 as well. Who do you blame for your bad mood today? no one/ myself if I had one but I think today has been relatively neutral. What was the first thing you did this morning? watched the ending of A Walk to Remember cuz my mom was watching it in the living room. haha./ the same thing I do every morning. Check all my emails, facebook, tumblr & LINE all on my phone XD Do you care of what people think of you? to a certain degree./ hell yeah. I’m surprised I said ‘to a certain degree’ back in high school. I’ve always wanted to please everyone. Who was the last person you took a picture with? *shrug* / oh I had a picture taken of me at work recently, I think it was was Jake. Last person you went to the movies with? Holt/ a whole group of my friends went to see Finding Dory in IMAX. Today, would you rather go back a week or go forward a week? forward./ definitely forward. What are you looking forward to right now? christmas break./ Kingdom Hearts HD 2.8 Final Chapter Prologue on Tuesday~ Do you miss someone? no./ I always miss someone these days but oh well. Where was your default pic taken? here./ in my work parking lot Your current relationship status? single/ single Does your crush like you back? n/a/ same thing, n/a What is your current mood? eh, neutral./ yeah pretty much the same lol If you could go back in time and change something, would you? no./ I wanna say no because it could change some of the good things that happened to me but at the same I wish I could do a few things differently in terms of school. Have a crazy side? haha not really./ it’s more like I have a weeb side. Ever had a near death experience? not really./ yeah kinda.. Something you do a lot? sing./ write and live on the internet lol Angry at anyone? nah./ our “president” and his chosen administration How many people have you liked in the past 8 months? I haven't! blahhh./ my ex boyfriend before and shortly after we broke up, that’s it. I mean if I think about it too much today I’m sure I can still get really sad but overall I’m okay. What did you do today? nothing much yet./ not much tbh lol Where will you be 12 hours from now? dunno./ probably right here on this couch Have you ever been to a tanning bed? nah. /nope not interested. Is it easy for others to make you feel awkward? not really. / what the hell??? was I really more self confident in high school or was I just extremely unaware? Yes. It is extremely easy for others to make me feel awkward lol. Where do you wish you were right now? *shrug*/ in my own apartment. Does anyone hate you for no reason? not that I know of./ not for no reason. but nah I don’t think anyone truly hates me. we’ve just had some disagreements about things like homosexuality. Have you ever kissed someone who's name starts with the letter B? no./ still on. have only kissed one person. Has anyone ever borrowed something from you and never returned it back? hah yeah. / yeaaaaah but for most things it’s been so long I don’t even care anymore. My creative writing teacher didn’t give me my favorite book back lol but I bought a new copy and I hope he continues to use it in his classes. Today did you hug a person you have feelings for? n/a / there’s no person I have feelings for but I also I haven’t hugged anyone lol What was the first thing you thought this morning? I dunno. what time is it? / “I feel like I can probably go back to sleep but maybe I should get up.” *looks at clock* “holy... how is it 11:47???” Have you ever told someone of the opposite sex you loved them and meant it? yes/ yeah How is your day so far? alright./ it’s fine. Do you want to go to college? yeah./ been there, done that. Kinda would like to go back but pretty sure I can’t. What's your favorite season? summer. / still true. When was the last time you cried and the reasons? I found a letter my Dad wrote me a while ago when he didn't leave here. / because of all of my self-doubt from not having a full time job yet along with negativity stemming from all the terrible things that can happen with Trump now in office including losing my healthcare. Have you ever talked to someone when they were high? yeah./ yeah I guess so What was your favorite grade? 7th grade. haha. or last year, I guess./ probably 12th grade. But college was the best. Have you ever, in any way, been betrayed by someone you trusted? yeaaaaaah / yeah. It took me a minute to remember what I was talking about when I answered this the first time but yeah. Do you know anyone who would just drop everything to come see you? sure yeah./ a lot of my friends probably would but idk if I would want them to 1.Do you like to brag? sometimes but not usually. / I guess if I can do it without coming off like a jerk? lol I like to feel proud of myself. 2.What do you do when you are alone? think. haha. / write, edit videos, play video games, watch movies. idk I do a lot of things alone. 3.Would you go out wearing sweats? I don't like sweatpants much, but I would if I had some I guess./ definitely. 4.What color is your coat? blue. / I have a black one and a green one. 5.Does it bother you when people don't call you back? sometimes. / depends. Most of the time it’s a relief I guess haha 6.Is their ever a legit reason to smoke? no, there's not. / no not really. smoke in any form is bad for your lungs. 7.What was the last movie you watched? the end of A Walk to Remember. / ummmm. War Horse. 8.Where is the last place you went to? Fayeteville, my grandma's house. / my work. 9.What made you laugh last? Taylor and her texts I guess lol. / I had Noragami paused and it was just the baby from the 1st episode of Aragoto just floating in the air this big burst of light underneath him and idk it was hilarious 10.Have you ever done drugs? no. / still no, not interested in the least. 11.What show do you watch the most? none. / noragami. 12.How are you feeling right now? content. / okay, but my eyes and my stomach kinda hurt a little bit. 13.What season is your birthday in? spring. 14.What color eyes does the person you like have? n/a 15.Do you wear polos? no. / I do for work but that’s it lol 16.What color are your socks? no socks. / black 17.Do you like going to the dentist? lol noo. / hells no. I haven’t been in quite a few years now cuz I know they’ll just yell at me about my wisdom teeth which have already grown in. 18. What is the best thing about hugs? *shrug*/ they’re warm and comforting? lol idk 19.Who’s birthday is coming up next? my Dad's. / Mine I guess 20.Do you like kids? yeah / I like kids but I’m super awkward with babies. 21.Do you wear glasses or contacts? neither. 22.Are you listening to music? goin' back to cali--Sevendust. /nope, have Law & Order SVU on the TV. 23.What do you think of sex before marriage? sure. just make your old enough to handle the consequences and I obviously believe that you should be in love. / have at it. Just be prepared with birth control, condoms, etc. I retract the statement about love since even though I don’t really understand the want for casual sex, I realize it’s something a lot of people do want. 24.Do you and your dad have a good relationship? ehhh. mostly./ yeah it’s better now. 25.What color is your toothbrush? blue. / still blue haha 26.Do you believe in god? yeah / I believe in a god but probably not the one this survey is asking about. I don’t believe in a god that has any sort of interaction with humans/impacts their lives. I basically believe god is a culmination of all the energy in the universe. 27.Do you wear chapstick? nope./ yes, I need it especially in winter. 28.What is the last thing you bought? I dunno. oh wait I bought sodas for me and my mom. haha./ cat litter, cupcake hersey’s kisses, and cold medicine. 29.Is there anything/anyone that you hate? sure I hate things like racism and etc. oh and OCD Christians. I hate how Religion causes so many issues as well. /I mean yeah I hate people who are judgmental and hateful towards people and treat them as less than equal for any reason. Also I apologize for my past use of OCD. 30.Are you currently craving anything? nah. /nope I’m good. 31.What color is your clock? don't have one. / silver. 32.What time do you usually go to bed? 10: 30 on weeknights, whenever I feel like it on the weekends. / it used to be 1:30 AM but it’s been more like 2:30 AM lately. 33.What do you eat for breakfast? nothing or blueberry poptarts./ nothing. 34.Dog person or cat person? probably cat person but I like both. / both. 35.Something you can't wait to do? road trip. haha. / go to Animazement this year, go to the KH Orchestra World Tour in June~ 36.Last thing you put into your mouth? coke./ mountain dew probably 37.What band did you like as a kid? Backstreet Boys and Nsync, duhhh. 38.Do you have a piggy bank? I have a like 3 gallon water tank thing that we store change in haha. / same thing lol also I have a box full of coins too. 39.What time is it? 4: 04 pm / 7:44 PM 40.Do you forgive and forget? forgive, I don't really forget. / I try to forget if I can but it depends on the issue I suppose.

wow this was way longer than I thought RIP. but that was interesting to say the least.

#about me #past vs present #long post

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spazzon-glitter · 7 years ago

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Happy November, loves! This month marks my one year! Whoo! 8 days away since my first post and one day ago when I signed up. I can’t believe it’s been a year. What a crazy time… We’ll get into that on my next post. Oh, and if you’re wondering if something looks different around here… then it’s because I’ve updated my page! Minimalism is my heart to the purest. Clean and easy. I don’t prefer too much color and if I do, it’s normally when I’m feeling “bright.” Don’t get me wrong, I love colors, it’s just easier for me to maintain when it’s less. If you’re around me enough, you’ll know that all I wear is white and when there’s a touch of color, it means I’m trying to be bold that day. Otherwise, I do have a wide variety of color; I have the tendency to lean towards white, black, and grey more often plus, sky/denim blue. ANY WHO! It’s been a hot minute! I hope you’ve all succeeded in reaching your opportunities and started your new beginnings last month. Let’s welcome this month with warm wishes for middle ground.

I’ve been a busy bee. Feels like I haven’t had the time to do anything since I got back from my trip. Let’s recap! In the month of October, I restored my friendship with my ex and our terms of civilization has been settled. I cannot be more thankful for what has become of us and even though there’s still some pieces to be solved, I’m happy for myself and him for our new beginnings. I also cleaned up a bit here on my blog.. due to the fact that I felt like I was adding colors and fun to please other people and their opinions. It just wasn’t me and every time I would stare at it, it’d be dead to me. I wasn’t satisfied with the outcome but for now, it’s doable. That’s another thing to get into… My friendships with a lot of people has ended and my networking has continued. I’ve slowed down a bit in my work and social media life which has given me a fresh breath of air. I’ve been so down and under the water that it has made things very difficult to get back up on my feet. Apart of juggling through spacious and mental work, there’s been some obstacles that’s been thrown my way. And although a lot of my positive atmosphere has seemed to perish, I’ve learned to love and embrace the solitude for there, will be lots of changes through my self journey. I’ve completely shut down and given myself some “me time” to search for clarity and also the strength in me has been taking some downtime to regain itself from relapsing. Towards the end of October, my family and I took a trip to San Diego. For those who know me, know that, that’s my hometown. I’ve been raised in the city and now acquired a taste of the suburban neighborhoods. Two totally different spectrum. I forgot how crazy the streets were and so comparable to San Francisco! I think that since I’ve grown so comfortable living here and used to the flat land, I forgot how adaptable I was to the hills. Even when I was younger, I’ve always hated them because they used to scare the shit out of me. I don’t understand how my parents did it! I almost feel like this is the extended summer that I asked for… which was last year. The weather differed drastically when we got there. Coming from 70 degrees to it being 80 with no wind made me feel sick since I’m sensitive to rash weather changes but I think that goes for everyone? If not, I’m just sensitive all around, TBH because my skin started to act up too.

Welcome SANTA MONICA + LA all in one sitting!

PALM TREE CENTRAL, here we come! I decided to try out SIDECAR (a donut shop) because.. why not? And it was cute. The aesthetic was so me. Very urban yet modern to its T. They’re famous for their huckleberry donut which I got and my sister decided on the pumpkin spice donut which I enjoyed too. It’s a tight shop at the corner with little to no parking but what do you expect? It’s LA. The texture was dough-like and very soft, I felt like every time I bit into it, it just crumbled but who expects stiff donuts anyways? It’s always made fresh for why I believe the texture is the way it is. While everyone was starving and thinking of actual food, I was thinking of “INSTAGRAM SHOT!”

SIDECAR, check

Santa Monica Pier, check

Beach, check

Venice beach, here we are!

It was nothing of what I had expected and I didn’t really think it’d be that bad. It reminded me of hippie hill in San Fran for some odd reason, maybe it was because of the smell or the broken down street.. For whatever reason it was, I felt unsatisfied. Every single person who goes there praises it and my expectations were not met. Hey, I can now say I’ve made it, right? Other than that, it didn’t really effect me that much. It was more of an, “what’s next?” type of deal for me. Thankfully, we spent the whole first day at the beach, something I’ve been needing. My 9-5 and school routine wore me out and I hated being stuck in that. It makes me feel like a robot and I hate that feeling more than anything. Any type of routine bores me and strips away all of my creativity and happiness therefore I become a really unhappy individual which can also lead me to being easily agitated and sleepy. Overall, I’m just glad we made it to LA and inhaled some salt water for a bit. It doesn’t stop there!

I love, love Mexican food alongside with Italian food. All I had that day was my donut and it sucked because I was sweaty and hungry, two things every person hates. We finished off our trip and made it to San Diego then decided to check in and grab dinner, thank god! Driving through the city felt incredibly refreshing and I felt like I was a kid again. We decided to see the city skyline and boy, was the sunset the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen… I’ve been chasing sunsets all summer long and I thought I was getting tired of it but that changed everything. You honestly think that things would change by the time you’re all grown up but everything stayed the same as if no time has moved at all. That goes for everything in life though. I feel that even when we grow up, the old places we used to visit, homes that we used to live in and or people that we’ve known for forever, doesn’t really alter their image, the only thing that differs are the colors, texture and ability to work. What a beautiful way to see buildings get older and age through grace/construction work. What a crazy year this has been, what a crazy time I’ve seen things stay the same. San Diego was a hell of a trip and it felt like a blink of an eye. We spent majority of the days at the beach and eating amazing Mexican food, which I didn’t complain about at all. People don’t really know but San Diego has a lot of Spanish influential aspects and I think that’s why I love it so much.

Rich culture, food, people and places that inspires me, draws me in and makes me want to stay. It felt like home but it also felt like a foreign country all at the same time. I truly don’t even know how we lived there because wow, driving is such a bitch. I’ve come to appreciate my small little quiet life in Sacramento but I’ve also grown more love towards the city. Friday, oh Friday. I remember when my grandma from the east would come visit us in San Diego and my parents would take her to Ocean beach; she would collect the sand from each one and take it home with her. It was such a strange thing to me at the time until I grew up and realized how much I wanted to keep memories alive. It’s so different when you don’t live anywhere near beaches or breezes that transpires peace instead of calamity.

MISSION BEACH + OCEAN BEACH

There’s a photo at every step. I never seen oceans so blue and so calming. I guess it was me missing something I haven’t had in a while. All the beaches in NorCal are a bit green, or I’d say, dark.. aside from Tahoe but we all know that Tahoe is distinctive compared to the bay. I found inspiration again – a thing I’ve been lacking for quite some time. This trip has truly brought some life back into me. I used to love photography and dealing with lighting to capture the essence of pure color but throughout time, it faded. Thankful for the colors, sunlight and breeze, I was able to take photos of sceneries and my family members. There’s nothing more fulfilling when picking up the camera and just getting lost within it. It was as if someone lit a fire in me again and I knew right there and then that everything in my life can continue to be great again. It’s up to me who has taken on the road and drive through it. I wish I could say that this was my career, a job that I could do for forever and not get bored with, but my time span with everything seems to shorten after I finish the project. I constantly yearn for new things and backgrounds so that my inspiration can constantly stay afloat. I’m just that type of person who finds something they love, dive right in, finish it and never look back until the time comes again.

San Diego Zoo, Balboa Park & La Jolla Cove

A trip it is. Being in the old places we used to go to during field trips felt all too nostalgic. I could see my little 12-year-old self running around and fascinated by the water itself. Something about the water that draws me in, maybe it’s the stillness or the fact that you can submerge yourself in it and feel with one. My nephew. Prime example of being curious to the world and how new everything seems to be – the freshness and clean air intoxicated in your lungs and pushes back out. I never thought that life could be that beautiful and horrific all at the same time. Before we had gone to Balboa Park, we started with the San Diego Zoo! It was saddening seeing all the animals being caged up and also crazier how indifferent I felt when I got there. It was like I was waking up on Christmas morning – happy, jolly, and nothing in the world could stop me. Any type of places that makes me feel like a kid again is my go-to spot; a place where I can be myself and enjoy with my heart with no judgements and side eyed stares. (Of course, I still get them because I’m a 22-year-old who looks like a 16-year-old but you get the point.) We all want to be nothing more than just a child with no responsibilities or care in the world. I spent a wild amount of my time this year feeding into other people wants and not listening to my own. A part of me knew that it wasn’t right, but the other parts somehow felt that it was going to ease the pain and make me feel less of the hurt if I just went along with it and “go with the flow.” Obviously, for apparent reasons, it has done nothing but dragged out my feelings that were unwanted and I felt sick to my stomach to face the truth. Being in SoCal has given me so much new energy that I feel almost at peace with myself, if anything, I think I’m already there. Those days spent there felt like the fastest days of my life and I could not be more thankful for the time that was given. I always find myself growing closer and appreciating my family a bit more each time we go on trips. We all get so distracted with our daily routines and lives that we forget how to enjoy our times that we have left with one another. Not to say that my family doesn’t already stress that concept as it is, but to say that we all can come together in one big city and still do our thing to the fullest means the entire world to me. The breeze, water, sunset, food, everything felt different to me. I’ve learned to love life, again. EMBRACED the changes and accepted the truth, the one right in front of me.

San Diego, you’ve been pleasant! Appreciation taken. Love made. Peace given.

Explore till you reach the end of the earth. Discover till you can’t anymore. Create till your hands tire itself out. Because adventure is there!

Ps. I didn’t showcase all of the photos, but I will in my next post. Lengthy read isn’t it? Thank you for stopping by and appreciating life with me. I’ll see you next week, love!

Xoxo, missmaichi 💛

Santa Monica + LA + San Diego Trip Happy November, loves! This month marks my one year! Whoo! 8 days away since my first post and one day ago when I signed up.

#blogger #discover #explore #finding peace #happiness #inspiration #la #lifestyle #personal #photography #san diego #santa monica #socal #travel

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