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princessofprocrastination · 4 years ago

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Just A Bet (GeorgeNotFound)

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pairing : georgenotfound / george x reader - dreamwastaken/dream / clay x reader

summary : you’re just a bet to him. that is, until he realizes that you’re someone with a title. he scrambles to pick up your broken pieces, but he doesn’t realise that he’s too late. (angst) (trigger warning) (happy ending)

a/n : here’s sorta a little AU for you guys, don’t take any of this seriously, some things in this are clearly made up. side note ; holy shit i have more than a 100 followers right now. thank you so so much.

everyone has probably dreamt of being a princess, a real one. for example, when the movie ‘the princess diaries’ came out, people wanted to be mia thermopolis and rule genovia.

sounds like a dream, that is, to be going to high school and have plenty of paparazzi’s chasing you, or to be able to be recognized everywhere.

in reality, it is the complete opposite of living the dream. you could barely walk out without being recognized if you didn’t cover up your face in some way. you were restricted to do many things, even to just hang out with your friends to grab lunch.

to other people, they might just tell you to suck it up, that in the end of the day, you’re royalty, and that these are only tiny problems.

you agreed, sure. but you did want to smell the fresh flowers outside. you wanted to be able to get food from wherever, with whoever without people’s prying eyes.

you just wanted freedom.

to whom might be reading this might be confused. you’re a princess. just like the movie, yes. princess of saudi arabia, you are.

you are fairly young, still in your twenties. most people your age are out having fun going on a girls night, or still studying for their degrees, or even working right now.

but you were prohibited to leave the castle. you were told to leave on the queen’s orders, only during meal times.

some days, you really liked it, being a princess. if you weren’t being egoistical, you would say that your face really did suit the royal title.

you didn’t have to leave your room to make stacks of money. but the problem with that was, what would you do with the money if you couldn’t leave the house?

so you went on the internet. you settled on the internet. with the queen’s permission, of course.

sure, she can be strict like all the time, but she tried her best to give you your freedom. so she let you have social media accounts. you being you, the public immediately found your accounts.

you couldn’t find new friends, they were too scared to come across you. so you just entertained yourself.

this isn’t bragging, but a lot of people knew who you were, but that doesn’t mean everyone does.

since you barely had a childhood, with being born and raised royal, you entertained yourself watching minecraft youtubers. for some reason, it calmed you.

dream team, as you called the group, caught your eye. you watched all of their videos, caught up with every single live streams of theirs, even followed their instagrams and twitters.

one morning, when you woke up, you found your instagram notifications fuller than other days. you were fairly confused. that is, until you realised that the whole of dream team had followed you back.

they definitely know who you are and what you do now, right? they have a large fanbase, surely, they would’ve told the boys.

your followers, since seeing the boys follow you, have told you to start playing games. you didn’t disappoint them. you asked your parents if you could and they granted you permission to do whatever you wanted.

they told you “this would entertain the public and love you even more.” and smiled at you. you thought maybe they hit themselves in the head today with the leniency they gave you. but you pushed that thought. maybe they thought you have grown old enough.

valkyrae, a streamer on twitch had reached out to you after knowing about your gaming desires. she asked if you wanted to join her and her group to play among us together.

you almost immediately agreed and the rest of her friends welcomed you in with opened arms.

your mum gave you one condition, that you had to follow in order to film yourself playing games. that is, if you kept yourself poised and respectable. you agreed to her shenanigans and started to play with rae.

playing with her meant that you met countless different content creators, such as corpse husband and pokimane. they all were super nice to you, even when you had told them that they didn’t have to be nice to you because of your title.

soon you had found yourself in an amazing group of friends and you felt great about yourself.

you and rae had sustained such amazing friendship that she had came over to your house multiple times for meals.

you’d text her “come over to my house, let’s eat lunch.”

and she’d reply with “your castle you mean?” she jokes around.

your friendship was loved by many people out there.

one thing you didn’t say was that not everyone was obligated to know who you are, which then happens to be funny to see when they did end up finding out who you are.

just the fact that they show such shock to their faces, and the tone in their voice changes.

“holy fuck, she’s royal.” toast says as he came back from googling your name to know more about how you came about in a game of among us.

“i’m so sorry for the past rounds.” he apologizes for the time he accuses you for no reason.

“please treat me the same way you used to, i’m just y/n when i’m playing games, definitely not a princess.” you told him.

you didn’t have a big ego, although your parents did. “they need to know that you’re important.” they told you, but it never stuck to you. you wanted to be respected as a person, for your personalities, not because of a stupid title you were born in.

sykkuno, rae and you had decided to make an smp, where you three would start building things for fun and stream it.

you three had enough fun until it got boring, for you to start asking your other friends to join. the first person you offered to tour your little world was corpse since you and him had clicked so well.

because you started playing minecraft and streaming it, it got the attention of minecraft youtubers. and for some reason, the seventeen year old, tommyinnit had found you interesting enough to talk to you.

with tommy being that close to you, you attracted tubbo and wilbur soot, as well.

“i am in a vc with a princess.” tommy had said on stream when you two decided to play minecraft along with tubbo and wilbur.

sure, the teenage boy got a little annoying at times, but you found it entertaining and funny. of course, tommy being tommy, he’d ask slightly personal questions about how royalty works in saudi arabia.

not that he knew how royalty works in general, anyways.

“the queen is still my favourite woman, but you come in close second.” he told you once. you laughed at that.

no big title could stop you from fangirling the moment the man, dream itself had sent you a donation, and then later sending you a direct message.

“let’s play minecraft together soon, seen me your discord.” he dmed you one day. of course you complied.

for some reason, you never had the chance to play with george, and you played minecraft with sapnap and dream separately, never together. not that you were complaining.

you decided on a more chill and laid back stream on that specific day, not really feeling like going on a minecraft server or play among us with your bestfriends when you got a text from an unknown number.

hey. they sent

who’s this? you sent a text back.

my bad, this is george. they sent a text back to you.

holy shit. why would george text you. sure, you have played minecraft and among us with him sometimes but he isn’t one to give out his number so this was weird to you.

although you consider to be close to the entirety to the dream team, you often tried to avoid texting them, especially outside of streaming. you didn’t want it to be awkward or tense.

surprisingly, as your conversation with george lengthened, it became less and less awkward. the more you two texted, the more you felt like you and him had been friends for the longest time.

being the princess, raised in a castle meant that you didn’t really have a social life. other than being put together with some prince of another country in hopes you’ll fall in love with them or marry them, you haven’t really had a legitimate boyfriend. not even a crush.

to you, the princes in the world can be arrogant, snobby. they act like they are the most important thing in the world, that if they walk in a restaurant, everyone was to drop all their work for other people to entertain them.

sure, this could just be the way that they were raised, but you didn’t want that in a man, a husband. it wouldn’t kill to be a little humble.

princes are also a bore. they live practically the same lifestyle as you. conversations were never interesting, always the usual.

to summarise this, since you and george have been talking and texting, you had fallen for him. hard. and it seems like he’s feeling the same way, just that the both of you hadn’t really said anything.

DREAM’S POV

being really close friends with someone, more than one person, bestfriends, that is, meant that we had a group chat together.

nothing constructive was ever said, only boys being boys.

nick was the one to bring it up. and since he is the youngest, he sure does say some stupid things.

dude, you should try to get in y/n’s pants. nick asked george in the groupchat.

there was a running joke between the nick and i. george lives under a rock, basically. when everyone was walking on eggshells around you, trying not to offend a princess, he never really cared.

and that was when nick and i found out that george had no clue you held such a title on your pretty little head.

you are a beautiful girl, no doubting that. i was sure that many people, even before you started streaming had a major crush on you. george definitely fits right in. he was practically vomiting hearts when he first saw you.

it was meant to be funny. it was never meant to go this far. nick didn’t mean for his little bet to break a heart, let alone a princess.

but he did. well, technically george did. he was so brutal with it. he toyed with your feelings, like he had no care in this world.

no one would’ve guessed that the little cute, short george would do something as bad as he did.

and now, no one can find you. no one.

you were there, smiling in front of your camera one day and you were gone the other. just gone. no one knew where you went.

granted, you are royal. it must not be hard to get people to hide you. but at the same time, you had major reporters trying to find you. and they couldn’t. what does that leave us?

where did you go?

come back.

and although i know you want to hear this from george instead of his friends, you won’t. because he probably doesn’t.

we miss you.

please just text us, we need to know you’re safe.

YOUR POV

you left. you had to. it had been extremely humiliating.

you didn’t think someone as sweet as george would do that, it all happened so quick.

you had flown to england to meet him. he encouraged you to. it felt amazing to leave your hometown, you’ve lived there all your life. you definitely needed to fresh air.

it took a lot of convincing your parents to let you fly to england. without a doubt, you knew that the only way you’ll get to leave is if you had a guard with you.

this isn’t that kind of cliche story, your guard could literally be your dad, get your head out of the gutter, you are utterly in love with george, and you were sure george knew that and that’s why he encouraged you to fly to him.

the first couple of days were fun. he brought you to all over brighton for you to experience what it’s like in england. he told you he wanted you to get your first real experience as a tourist, and that was what he did.

winding down for the night, you brought him to relax in your hotel suite. frankly, george was surprised that you could afford such a place. but he didn’t want to ask where you got the money from, he didn’t really care.

all he wanted to do was to complete his dare. his ego was too big to lose this time.

that night was when you decided to tell him about your feelings about him. you were pretty confident that it was going to go smooth sailing. just the way he treated you showed so much about his feelings.

so you did, you told him. while you told him that you love him, more than friends love each other, he looked you in the eyes. you weren’t sure what that meant.

but he smiled. or smirked, you weren’t sure.

and he kissed you. and the night didn’t end with you just kissing.

so you thought the night was amazing, that it couldn’t get any better than that.

that was, until you woke up the next morning.

you woke up, sun shining straight into your suite, curtains wide open.

although you didn’t really feel the presence of another person in the room with you, you brushed it off. you felt like something was off, that something was missing.

you rolled over in your hotel bed, to see if the british man was laying next to you.

he wasn’t. in fact, he was not in the hotel room at all. you checked the bathroom, the small little living room in your suite. he was found nowhere.

you tried to see if he had left traces of himself in your hotel room, a sign that he was indeed there and that you hadn’t been dreaming it all.

but the pain between your legs caused by the brit told you that it was all not a dream.

so you did what a logical person would, text him. maybe he left to get food.

but you knew that wasn’t the case the moment you had unlocked your phone.

texts flood in, your social media notifications seemed to not be stopping anytime soon.

you opened your texts messages. a couple from your parents, a lot from rae, multiple from some minecraft youtubers who you called friends.

besides your parents, they were asking if you were okay. they were telling you to stay safe and to lay off social media for a while.

your parents were practically screaming at you through texts. they called you a disgrace, not an honour to the family. you didn’t understand where this was coming from.

you opened twitter, knowing that it was going to be the easiest way for you to find out what had happened, and why were you involved in it.

you were trending. number one worldwide. you clicked on your name. your phone left your hand, falling hard to your hotel floor with a loud thud as you covered your mouth with both your hands, crying.

two pictures. two photos that said it all.

first photo was of you in bed, obviously naked under the hotel duvet. you were still sleeping. there was light coming from the windows, that showed that it had barely been sunrise when it was taken.

second photo was what hit you the hardest. you wanted the earth to swallow you from below. it was a photo of your back, very naked back. it was clear that it was a photo that had been taken during sex.

and it was obvious who you had it with, because he was the one who posted it all over twitter.

george.

that was why he left, with no traces of him ever being in the hotel room.

you weren’t sure what was his motive. but you sure did know that he had completely broke you.

crying, you picked up your phone from the floor, calling rae.

“oh my god, tell me you’re okay.” she was panicking on the phone.

“i need to leave.” you told her. you knew that she would immediately understand the severity of the four words you told her.

since then, you never came back. to the eyes of public, it was as if you never even existed. you were gone.

you moved with rae.

she had to leave her roommates to settle in with you. her roommates weren’t mad at her for leaving them. they completely understood, you needed the help.

although her roommates wanted to help you, they couldn’t. you needed to have the least amount of people to be with you.

it didn’t help that they were all content creators, too.

rae told people that she moved because she wanted her own space, so that she can make better videos. when she announced she was moving, not one person speculated that you had been the reason of her move.

you paid for the house, you needed to. you owed her. no matter the amount of times she told you that you owed her nothing, that she was just doing it because she loves you, you couldn’t let her pay for a single thing.

you needed to up your security, too. so you two had decided to get a house that was pretty big, somewhere in the mountains, with top security, away from other people.

your parents soon calmed down after that day. they told you to come back, the begged you to come back. but you told them that you needed the time alone at that moment, and assured them that you would be okay.

so they did what parents would. they made sure you were well taken care of. they sent you massive amounts of money, sent your their trusted guards to stay around the house.

they did this all for you without the knowledge of the public.

your parents told reporters that you were well safe, and would not be in the public eye, not until you were ready.

you helped rae film certain videos. well, not like there was anything good to do in the massive mansion, anyways.

all your social media pages were still up, just not updated. you left everything. you had created a more private one, for your close and trusted friends to follow.

and you thought that nothing could really top that eventful day in england.

but it did.

you’re sat on toilet in on of the bathrooms, rae rubbing your back.

pregnant. it was clearly written on the test.

no fucking way.

in no ways were you ready to be a mother.

as a little kid, you had dreamt of being a mum, alongside a successful man who took responsibility.

you never would have seen yourself to be a mother alone, with the help of your bestfriend.

you never thought that you would be a mother, whose dad is someone who clearly doesn’t want anything to do with you.

rae stayed with you all the time. even through the gross vomit sessions in the morning, or all the time, in your case.

but you were in no way shape or form ready for a child. you had to raise a child on your own. even the thought of that had emotionally drained you.

weeks after you found out you were pregnant, you were significantly getting more moody, and rae knew that.

she made sure you ate well, slept well and kept up with eating vitamins each day. that was until, you couldn’t take it all anymore.

maybe it was the stress. well, it was the stress.

you blamed it all on the emotional toll the pregnancy took on you. your body was practically screaming for help. help that you need, but you weren’t in the right head space to offer the help to yourself.

it was a typically normal day for rae and you. besides rae screaming in her gaming room while streaming, it had been pretty quiet.

you felt queasy, but you pushed it off. it was normal for you nowadays. everything almost made you throw up. the look of something, the smell.

but on that day, it was a different type of feeling in your stomach.

one second, you were walking into the kitchen, trying to get some water, and the other, you were on the floor, in pain.

you screamed. this was the worst type of pain you’ve felt in your life. you screamed for anyone who could hear you. you were sure that even rae’s stream could hear you, but you didn’t care.

soon you heard multiple footsteps. one of your guards came to your aid before rae did. he supported your head on his lap, him sitting on the floor.

he told the other guard who came soon after he did to call the ambulance.

that was when you finally found out what was happening.

“holy shit, she’s bleeding.” rae repeated to herself.

you were bleeding? that wasn’t good, right? that meant bad things, doesn’t it?

you felt like you were floating, like your limbs were as light as a feather. that was because you were losing consciousness.

you lost it. you lost it and found out it was a boy.

now the two boys you love more than your life aren’t here with you, forever.

you cried for weeks, rae next to you, making sure you were still alive and eating. she was the only one that stayed by your side in real life. sure, your online friends did care about you, but they just couldn’t be there with you.

clay and nick had always been texting you, sometimes calling to try their luck, clay mostly. you knew they cared about you, and they wanted to make sure that you’re okay. but you felt embarrassed. you didn’t want to face anyone, even if people kept saying that you did nothing wrong.

apparently rae’s stream heard your scream, and that was how rae found out that you were in danger. she couldn’t hear through her headphones, but her chat kept spamming her about it, and that raised alarms.

they kept asking about the ‘mysterious girl screaming’ in rae’s stream. it was short lived, though. rae told them that she had a friend over and that they were injured, and that rested the chaos for a little.

you were sure that some people knew you were living with her. most of them were almost like detectives, after all.

you didn’t blame the stans. it wouldn’t take a genius to figure out that you would live with her, anyways.

since the awful day at the hospital, you have texted clay and nick. you wanted to tell them that you were okay, that you aren’t hurt, at least not physically anymore.

it didn’t take you long to start calling clay daily again. other than rae, you didn’t really have anyone. so you told clay.

it felt weird talking about a baby that used to be in you to someone whose bestfriend was the dad of. but he completely understood you. sure, he couldn’t say for experience, seeing as he clearly can’t get pregnant, but he supported you, made sure you let it all out to him.

you and clay grew close, almost bestfriends. although you and nick were close, he’s still in college, and that meant that he usually didn’t have time to talk to you as much as clay did, and you didn’t blame him. school can be a pain in the ass.

but you still made sure to never keep nick in the dark. as much as clay is one of your bestfriends, so is nick.

clay made sure never to talk about george to you, which deemed to be difficult since they had been friends for years. he had accidentally slipped his name out to you a couple times, but you were sure he didn’t meant to do that.

other than the usual “george has been sleeping like a log” and “he slept through the smp war.” you hadn’t heard anything else about him, but it seemed like he was doing well.

clay had told you about the bet.

“nick brought it up, but we didn’t think he was actually going to go through with it.” the floridian said.

you aren’t the type to hold grudges, not even if they did you really dirty, so you told clay that you were on the path of being fully healthy and that he didn’t need to apologise for his friend’s behaviour.

“are you ever going to come back?” he asks you in a facetime call. you knew exactly what he was talking about. he wanted to know if you’d ever come back on the internet.

you didn’t even know the answer yourself. you weren’t sure. so you told him that.

“maybe, maybe not. who knows.” and that was months ago.

you had plenty of time to heal, to get back on track. but nothing could top your pain of losing your child, that you never got to hold, to kiss, to spoil.

telling your mother about the loss of your baby was the hardest. she is a traditional woman, always telling you to get married before bearing children, but that didn’t mean she didn’t love the baby you were carrying in you.

she cried on the phone, sobbing, hiccupping. you wanted to hug her so bad, she even asked you when you’d come back, but you told her you needed time, but you’d be there soon.

for some reason, although you got maximum hours of sleep each day, you still felt exhausted. you consulted a doctor, but he told you that it was normal since your body is still fragile, but the exhaustion never really went away as months go by.

being bored at home, and hearing rae having fun made you feel lonely, it made you feel like you were left out. so you made the decision to come back. not to stream, but to appear in rae’s videos.

rae and the rest of the group welcomed you with open arms. they were caring and made sure you felt comfortable again, not stepping any boundaries. not that you cared, the public was bound to know everything soon enough.

so you did that.

you were playing proximity chat among us, with the usual people. at that point, you and the other nine people were still in the lobby, chatting, until corpse sounded out.

“what have you been doing nowadays?” harmless question, in your opinion.

you didn’t want to hide anything anymore, and rae knew what was about to happen.

“been having a lot of rest. doctor said that i’m still fragile.” you told corpse.

“are you sick?” toast asks. some people would’ve been offended at that question, or take it the wrong way, but you didn’t.

“actually, i suffered a miscarriage recently.” you told them honestly.

there was no awkward silence. immediately, everyone started apologising, saying “sorry for your loss.”

you brushed them off, telling them that it’s okay, that they didn’t offend you at all for asking that question.

“feels good to get it out my chest.” you told them, laughing at the end of that sentence.

“she hasn’t slept well at all, she really wanted to tell you guys.” rae told her

one by one, they all spoke to you, asked you if it was even okay that you all talked about it on streams. you told them that it had been your choice to tell people this way, and they had nothing to worry about.

on the other hand, it was tough for george. not at first, though. he thought it was going to be easy, having sex with a pretty, virgin girl and ditch her alone in a country she she hasn’t personally been to.

but that changed the moment she disappeared. the guilt never really hit george until people started bashing him on the internet.

at first, people were too focused on the girl. people discriminated you, called you a slut. they didn’t think that george was wrong at all, although he was the one who took the explicit photos and posted it.

but then, people, mostly woman had started to realise indeed how messed up it was.

george really couldn’t care that you “left.” but then people kept on commenting on his posts. specifically, they often left a comment saying “really bold of you to do that to a princess.”

at the start, he thought the comments meant that they couldn’t believe he did such terrible things to their princess, someone wholesome they cherished. he didn’t realise that his comments literally meant that you are a princess.

so he googled it. he wanted to know why people kept calling you ‘princess’ or ‘next on the throne’. he was curious, and he wasn’t expecting it all to be real.

when he googled your name, a huge google tab came out.

princess of saudi arabia.

this must be a typo, right? he couldn’t deny that you are indeed a pretty girl, he just couldn’t believe that he had done such things to someone so royal.

he never even thought that one day, he would score to talk to celebrities, let alone be able to be in bed with an actual princess.

so he doubted it.

but then he kept looking.

he looked at images of you. photos of you with a small tiara, next to what seemed to be the queen of saudi arabia, wearing a long, modest emerald gown. the photo was taken when the king had a birthday.

picture after picture, he started to doubt his thoughts even more.

he couldn’t lie, your face really fit the title. if he really thought about it, your existence screamed royalty. the way you spoke, your poise, the way you strut in a hallway and was able to wow a crowd without trying.

george always assumed that people only stared at you in public because of how beautiful you are. he never really realised it all until now.

usually, guys can be insecure when they hear rude comments about how a lanky man is able to get a beautiful, confident woman. but to george, he felt even more egoistical. he used you, truly like a trophy wife.

that was until he really realised.

now, he thinks that everything he did was just a plain asshole move, not saying it isn’t if he did it to any other normal girl.

“i fucking messed up” he thought to himself, reading press conferences about your princess title.

if he thought he messed up then, wait till he found out you were pregnant, and then later losing it.

he felt like he was in a fever dream. it felt like a written book, not real life.

he kept slapping himself, pinching himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. it all felt unreal. so many things were happening.

now, he’s more concerned than guilty. he wanted to know if you’re okay. even he felt like he can’t cope with the information he was given, how would you feel?

furthermore, he kept reading theories that the scream in the background of valkyrae’s stream was yours. had you lost the baby there? had you lost his baby there?

he called clay and nick. he wanted to double check. it was all a lot to handle, knowing you’re a princess and a mother in the same week.

nick screamed at him on discord for hours, literally. george knew clay was just as mad, just as disappointed. he just didn’t have the energy to say it all, even though all he wanted to do was fly to england and beat george up.

although it took george a while to realise everything he did was messed up, he came to. and he really did want to contact you. but really, anyone in your position wouldn’t even glance at his name twice after what he did.

he was happy that you were looking healthy on rae’s stream. although you weren’t really ready to stream on your own again and many people understood that, and never pushed you.

but whenever he saw you sometimes on rae’s facecam, he could see that pain, deeply hidden in your eyes. you were trying to cover up the fact that you were still trying to heal.

CLAY’S POV

it was infuriating to see george not really giving a shit at first, and then changing to a new man. it took you to tell the world about your lost child for him to own up to his mistakes.

nick and i had been friends with him for years, it takes a lot to just dump a friend, a close one at that. so we did what we could, help him wake up from this “dream” he’s in.

that didn’t mean we weren’t mad at him still.

if he didn’t want to own up, i will.

the subsequent years came by and went really quickly. people were starting to forget the drama that you and george were in. people soon became uninterested about it, but still stayed with you, encouraging you to heal slowly and take your time.

that was what you liked about the internet. granted, some people can be mean, but the people who supported you were the ones that helped you keep going, helped you find a reason to wake up in the morning.

no, you’d never forget that you lost a child, and you were reminded by the people on the internet who made it a pact to make sure george never forgot that too.

george did end up talking to you a couple years ago. you accepted his apology, but not him. you were sure he only wanted to apologise after knowing that you were the next in the throne.

speaking of throne, you were back in the castle. not permanently, but you visited often. you still lived with rae, and you had actually started streaming on your own again a few months before george reached out to you.

clay and nick had been supportive of you since the start, still clearly apologetic even though you told him that you had forgotten about it and that it hadn’t even been their fault in the first place.

but they were persistent, clay more than nick since nick was still very busy with college. you loved the two of them and considered them to be one of your best friends, aside from rae.

GEORGE’S POV

it was difficult. i felt like i had no shame to just text her one day after being gone for so long. but i actually felt bad. i know it was a rocky start.

i had been so focused on winning the bet and not wanting to be called a pussy from my friends that i disregarded you, your feelings.

i knew from the start that you had been a great girl. you were just so sweet to everyone you meet, even strangers. it warmed my heart, it made me feel safe to be around you all the time.

not that i can say that right now anyways, i didn’t have the right at all, after what i did to you.

i don’t know what love is, given the fact that multiple girls had left me before this. i asked myself often if what i felt for my exes were actually love, or had i just been desperate.

but i felt like when i was with you, it had been love, or close enough.

but i couldn’t just burst it out one day that i love you, we weren’t really even dating.

given that you had been pure, prior to me, it was shocking to see you so open, so welcoming to me. it was like you had known me forever, that you trusted me.

and i took advantage of that, and later i got the consequences.

i suffered the consequences. i see him with you. and i see that you’re happier with him. if it was any other guy, i think it would hurt less.

but it was my own best friend. it was clay.

all the instagram photos you post, his face blurred or covered, or when he posts a photo of you, it all hurt.

i started the fall for you, for your genuine heart, and when i finally decide to do something about it, someone else had done it before me.

deep down, i knew that clay would’ve been the better choice for you anyway. but it still hurt me. hearing his voice coming from behind you when you stream without your facecam.

everyone was so supportive of you and clay, they’re obviously happy that you found someone who treats you better, even i knew that.

i wished i hadn’t taken you for granted, i wish i hadn’t listened to the stupid voice in my head reminding that you were all just a bet, that i wouldn’t love you like you think i would.

i felt left out.

a while ago, you were in florida with nick and your boyfriend, clay. it stung to see nick and you streaming so happily, not remembering me.

but i deserved it. and i knew you deserve to be happy, after everything i did to you.

but that didn’t compare to the pain i felt now, a year later, seeing photos of clay and you, his face turned from the camera, facing you. he was down on one knee, proposing.

and although you were crying and your hands covered the bottom half of your face, i could see how happy you are, i could see the amount of love you held for clay.

how i wish i had done things a little more differently.

#georgenotfound #georgenotfound x reader #georgenotfound fanfic #georgenotfound imagine #georgenotfound imagines #dream imagine #dream imagines #dreamwastaken imagines

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nicoletterogers · 5 years ago

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h e a d c a n o n s, pt. 1

( tw: brief & vague mentions of death )

nic goes by nic--not nicolette. there are only three people in the world that can call her nicolette: her father, her brother and her ex-husband (yes, even now). but even liam didn’t use it very often, he opted for nicky--which to this day, most people don’t use.

nic used to go to early fall out boy concerts growing up, usually sneaking out of her house to get to them until she got her license. her favorite album is definitely take this to your grave-- “chicago is so two years ago”, now that’s a bop. but usually, nic is either listening to 80′s & 90′s rock music, with a smattering of badass 90′s women artists to really inspire her.

nic’s go to karaoke songs go in this order: mr. brightside, you oughta know and if you can get her up a third time, she’ll serenade you all with a sweet, sweet rendition of drops of jupiter. but if she’d with a group? all bets are off, but usually she’ll try to coerce them into at least one queen song.

since she was a kid, nic has never been able to eat mashed potatoes. the texture really...freaks her out. she knows this puts her in the running for the weirdest human alive, but she can’t help it. same with ripe bananas and cereal with milk. too bad friendship contracts and a specific no take-backsies clause.

nic didn’t grow up reading a whole lot--she didn’t get into comic books until high school, but she did read one series in its entirety, The Princess Diaries. It’s her favorite book series and she doesn’t care what you think about the fact that she loves it, Mia Thermopolis is the most relatable teen princess ever and perhaps Nic’s first feminist icon.

she can play guitar--not exactly well, but her dad had thought enrolling her in guitar lessons would help her focus some of that...chaotic energy into something productive. it worked..for a year. and then nic got to high school and suddenly she had other things to focus on...

...like cheerleading. or archery. nic was a apart of a few extracurriculars when she was in high school and none of them would have made any sense to someone just passing through. nic likes to break expectations and break stereotypes. so, a cheerleader is supposed to be peppy and girly? not nic. she didn’t date a quarterback, didn’t make prom queen and had no care about homecoming court. but she liked the girls on the team--mostly. they existed in a different world than she did, though. but it was one of the only times in her life that she had a real group of friends who identified as girls. she didn’t hate it, but she preferred her brothers friends. it was easier with them.

tell tale signs nic doesn’t want to talk about something: she’ll avoid eye contact, pick a less emotional part and stay on that, peeling back bottle labels, and make jokes to avoid the emotion

nic doesn’t cry in front of people, it’s not her thing. she doesn’t believe emotions are bad--in fact, she thinks they’re good. but she is still a woman in a role that the world still assumes is only done by men, so she feels a certain amount of expectation to suck it up. also, it probably doesn’t help that she was raised around men who also never cried (#thanksToxicMasculinity) so she hardly did that. so if she does cry in front of you, something is really, really wrong.

when nic makes her coffee in the morning, she has to stir the drink 8 times before her first sip. if she buys it? she swirls it 8 times. don’t ask, she doesn’t know why but she’s always done it.

nic’s first job was working as a indoor amusement park attendant for tiny children. she hated it, but she got to work there with her high school best friend and they had some decent times there. but to this day, watching someone operate a ferris wheel gives her slight anxiety.

nic has never owned a car, just her Yamaha V-Star 650 Custom, which she calls Daisy. she loves her bike--and she’s had it since she was in her early twenties. her father and brother were pissed when she bought it, but it was her choice and nic had always wanted one. they were worried she’d break her neck--and perhaps she had been close a few times. but neither of them need to know that. she loves the look on people’s faces when she pulls up on her bike and they don’t know her. its so satisfying for her to see their look of surprise.

nic’s fictional female icons go: megara, kim possible, mia thermopolis, carol danvers, maria rambeau and maria deluca. no questions.

nic watches a lot of documentaries, a habit she picked up from her brother. he loved watching them because they inevitably helped him kick butt in jeopardy. she kept his tradition alive when he passed--recording jeopardy episodes so she can play when she gets home from work. she’s pretty good, actually.

she can only watch one (1) scripted/reality tv show at a time, unless its live on tv at the moment. right now, she’s binging roswell, new mexico--but queer eye is next. and yes, while she doesn’t cry in public, you can bet your ass she’ll be tearing up watching that show. she always does.

surprise to no one, nic was a camp counselor and loved it. favorite parts of her summer as a college kid. she didn’t really care how werid she got for the kids, they loved it and therefore she was doing her job and doing it well.

celebrity crushes? sure: chris evans, chris hemsworth, robert downey jr., ryan gosling, alex gaskarth, michael b jordan, henry golding.

nic is not an organized person, not one bit. its why cooking and her do not mix well--she can never get her mise en place together enough for it to be a nice flow. but there are certain things that nic prefers to be disorganized (or, how she calls organized chaos) and her desk at work is one of them. she likes that her desk matches her brain, messy but gets the job done.

nic owns dresses, surprise! she never wears them, but they are in her closet--tucked away. sometimes she thinks about putting on one to just...confuse everyone, but she never does. deep down, she wouldn’t hate wearing one or two, but she doesn’t have a place to do it and she’d never gotten into the...fashion scene. she’ll tell you until she’d blue in the face that she doesn’t “do” fashion, but its because she never learned how to. her mom wasn’t around to help her figure out makeup, clothing, hairstyles--and her brother and father didn’t care about it. so she just...doesn’t. which, is fine most of the time, but sometimes she thinks about trying and then pushes it aside.

she also still has her wedding dress. but we don’t talk about that.

is it cliche to say she likes donuts? maybe. does she give a shit about cliches? nope.

she’s got a bit of a sailors mouth, but she sure as hell doesn’t give a shit. in fact, if you don’t curse, she thinks you’re weird as hell.

her favorite shoes are chucks and chacos. and no, she didn’t plan that.

waffle house is one of her favorite restaurants and her order goes like this: all star breakfast with sunny side up eggs, bacon, and a side of scattered and covered hashbrowns and a diet coke. or and don’t forget the grape jelly.

#[[wake up sunshine; headcannons]]#we out here trying with nic muse #brief mentions of #tw death #if any of these spur plot ideas lmk

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astarkey · 5 years ago

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I’ve also been tagged by @chasemisprintedlies to do this lol. I’ve been bored and lazy too since Thanksgiving, so I kinda needed this haha. Thanks for tagging me! 😁💖

What was the last thing you read? A fdtd fanfic (if anyone wants to know which one, specifically, it’s called Climbing Out the Grave)

Favorite movie? The Fifth Element

Favorite book? The Secret Life of Bees

Dream date? I’m a big kid, so probably like some arcade place, or a town fair. Also, eat at some restaurant (not a fancy one, but like casual local restaurant or pizza place I’ve never been too ‘cause I like to try new stuff), and just taking a late-night walk. Then after, if I still have the energy lol, probably watch a movie at either my house or their’s. Idk, I’m a homebody, but I do like to have fun if it’s someplace that comforts me that fits within my comfort zone where I can chill.

Do you have a crush? Uh, yeah, and I’m still hoping it’ll go away soon.

What are your hobbies? Playing video games, writing, playing the guitar, making gifs, listen to music, etc.

What’s your favorite time of day? Golden hour

If you could look like anything, what would you look like? Like how I look like now, minus the scars.

Are you a romantic? Yeah

What’s your favorite type of weather? Sunny days when it’s breezy.

What do you like talking about? Anything I’m interested in that I’m pretty sure no one else is interested in haha.

What are your turn ons? Someone with a sense of humor and nice taste in music. Also someone that respects my feelings, wow, that’d be so nice.

Turn offs? Anyone who’s not like that.

If you got a tattoo, what would it be and where would you get it? I thought about having an ‘A’ with wings tattooed on my back, but I also wanted to get something tattooed on my wrist; I just still haven’t thought about what it would be lol.

Do you want any pets? I already have my dog, and she’s been a handful for a long time haha.

Dream job? Musician.

Dream place to live? Somewhere near the coast where I have no neighbors lol. (Think of like the location of where Owens lived in Practical Magic. That’s where I’d be.)

Dream vacation? Going to the west coast.

Do you want any piercings? I already have 4 ear piercings, so I’m good.

If you had kids, what would you name them? I mostly have like 5 girl names. Aaliyah, Lily, Cosima, Angelina, and Sabrina.

What are your best traits? I’m Loyal, trustworthy, humble, down-to-earth, grounded, very chilled, very warming, funny.

Worst traits? Procrastinating a lot, lacking self-confidence, gets jealous, bottles up years worth of emotions.

What’s your worst fear? Just dying in general.

What do you want to eat right now? I’m just craving a bunch of sweets, like pies, cookies, and chocolates (it’s that time of the month so... yeah)

What’s the best vacation you’ve been on? Going to Virginia Beach for the first time, plus when I went to my first Soundgarden and Nine Inch Nails concert there 😊

Favorite city? Uhh, Roanoke? It’s my home city, and as boring as it is, it makes me happy whenever I come back here.

Favorite social media platform? Tumblr, since it’s the only platform where I can just post things I’m interested in, and reblog stuff that interests me instead of me just talking.

Favorite article of clothing? Hoodies and flannels.

Do you play any sports? Nope.

Favorite meal of the day? Dinner?

What are you excited for? New games coming out next year, or sooner!

Not excited for? Whenever there’s a next rainy day ‘cause I hate rainy weather.

When was the last time you cried? Two months ago, I think. I was watching some movie again that got me emotional, again lol. It was probably either Coco or Song of the Sea.

Dream house? A big, modern, two-floored house. Idk, I don’t want to describe in detail ‘cause I feel like it’ll be too much, but the house I’m imagining in my head looks really nice, so I’ll just say that haha.

What’s something you hate about the world? That, yeah, it’s run by people that don’t care about it while they literally have the power to save it instead of just letting it die.

What’s something you love about the world? There’s a lot of beauty to it.

What scents do you like? Christmas pine, sandalwood, amber, clean linen, etc.

What kind of sleeper are you? I’m a heavy sleeper since I sleep with the tv on all the time, but I’ll wake up easily to loud noises if anyone’s close to my room

Sweet or savory? Sweet

Are you a cat or dog person? Dog person

How long would you survive in a zombie apocalypse? I have no idea. Probably long, if I’m smart enough lol.

Are you trusting? Uh, yeah. I’d like to think that I am haha. Like really, who am I gonna tell when I barely talk to anybody lol.

What fictional characters do you identify with? Dean Winchester, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Trish O’Day, Elaine Benes, Gracie Hart, Mia Thermopolis, and Buffy Summers.

What labels do you commonly get? Idk, someone thought I was emo or goth when I was in 7th grade, so I guess that’s what I’m labeled as pfff lol.

What song would be your life anthem? Try Again by Aaliyah

What issues are you dealing with right now? Trying to figure out which art idea should I start working on first ‘cause I have WAY too many ideas. Like I have so much that it’s impossible for me to try to start on one, so I end up doing nothing.

How can someone win you over? Uh... I dunno. Just being themselves, and respectable with what I want to do with my life and how I feel. Also I like a guy with a sense of humor. But yeah, if someone messages me like they wanna get to know me or that they like me even though they barely know me, yeah that ain’t gonna work, boo boo. It just puts a lot of pressure on me and it legit makes me feel sick to my stomach haha. I’d rather be with someone I already know and someone I can trust and feel safe with.

What’s something about you people don’t know? I have a learning disability.

I’m tagging anyone who sees this and wants to do this! 😊💕

#chasemisprintedlies #personal #sorry it took me so long doing this!

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vypcr · 3 years ago

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HEADCANONS!!

1. does she fear Sam's reaction if she found out she been training with Daniel or at least, thinking of joining the dojo?

2. what are her job and when does she have time for school? does it include the weekends?

3. Daniel WILL give her a bonzai tree. ☺️ does she give it a name? talk to it perhaps?

❰❰ SEND ME HEADCANON QUESTIONS AND I'LL SEND SOME BACK ❱❱

1. does she fear Sam's reaction if she found out she been training with Daniel or at least, thinking of joining the dojo?

She's terrified of it. Sam is the main reason she hasn't openly joined. She's scared that she'll react badly (as is her right to!) and that it will lead to Daniel pushing her away because it's only right for him to choose his daughter and her comfort over the kid that hurt her. She wouldn't blame them for it, either. She knows what she did. She's just scared of losing Daniel's guidance because she's a lost kid and he's the only person she can depend on right now.

2. what are her job and when does she have time for school? does it include the weekends?

Tory works at the roller rink at night from Wednesday to Saturday, and she works at the Kitada Sushi restaurant eight hours a day every day except Saturday and Sunday. She takes online classes at the neighborhood library, but her schedule is more flexible when it comes to her school work; she only needs a certain number of hours logged in a week, plus assignments, so it doesn't matter *when* she logs those hours in as long as she meets the weekly deadline. Between work and caring for her mother, she barely has any free time any more, but almost all of it is spent training or at the very least away from home, because she hates staying home when she doesn't have to be there. It's depressing to her.

3. Daniel WILL give her a bonzai tree. ☺️ does she give it a name? talk to it perhaps?

Tory names her bonzai Reginald Theodore Thermopolis III. She calls him "Reggie" or "RTT" for short. She jokingly treats him like he's a person and refers to him as her "plant baby". One time as a joke, she bought a baby carrier (the kind that hangs from your chest) and put Reggie in it and walked around the dojo pretending he was a human child 😂 . And yes, though she denies it, she talks to him when she trims him. He's a source of joy and peace in her life.

#teachbalance #[about]#[asks]#reginald's surname is a Princess Diaries reference #daniel gives her a bonzai and she treats it like it's that school project where you have to take care of a fake baby #she jokes but she loves her little tree so much

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louisarevalophoto · 7 years ago

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Day 3 of @visitwyoming 's #wildwestwy winter tour arrived with subfreezing temperatures and a blanket of new snow. A quick drive from Cody led us to Hot Springs County and the small and vibrant community of Thermopolis. Dinosaurs, restaurants, Hot Springs State Park, the bath house - soaking free to the public, and a stellar sunset makes this place worth checking out. @hotspringstraveltourism #thermopolis #thatswy #wyoming #ad #sponsored (at Thermopolis, Wyoming)

#wildwestwy #sponsored #thatswy #ad #wyoming #thermopolis

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theofficialcunt · 7 years ago

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Simplicité - Chapter 3 {Biadore}

So this definitley didn’t go the way I was expecting it to when I originally outlined the story, but I’m happy with what I put down for this chapter. I’m so sorry for updating a day later then I normally do. I’m also going to start putting summaries for each Chapter, so that you guys know what to expect! 💕As always thanks for reading, and be patient this IS still a Biadore story, just not quite what you’re all used to 😅

Summary: Farrah orders food from Eureka’s restaurant: The Elephant Patisserie (heh see what I did there), and Bianca, Courtney and Bob give Adore a makeover. Courtney feels threatened, and feelings start to surface for Bianca.

“As for you, no peeking until we are finished.” Bianca smirked, before walking away to mix god knows what for her hair.

“Ugh.” Adore groaned. “This isn’t the fucking princess diaries.”

“Well with that hairdo you got going, you sure look like a young Mia Thermopolis.” Bob joked. “I mean, GIRL - your hair does not do well in the humidity.”

Adore rolled her eyes, growing weary of the constant comments about her appearance. Yes, she knew her hair was a box dye disaster but fuck man - she was here now. In a salon. They were fixing it, so they need to get the fuck over it. In her opinion it isn’t even that bad. They were all acting like a bunch of old ladies - with the exception of Farrah.

“Speaking of humidity, why don’t we do the Keratin treatment too?” Bianca suggested, bringing over a wheeling caddy full of hair products.

Keratin treatment, color glaze, chemical processes, integrity, it was all so foreign to Adore. She didn’t even know you could leave box hair dye on for too long, until Bob muttered something about it being fried.

“Now Bob, what’s the first thing you would do to help someone with Adore’s hair out?” Bianca questioned, putting him on the spot. Bob felt Adore’s long stringy hair, running his fingers through it for a few moments before he answered.

“It’s too red.” Bob murmured. “And overprocessed. She needs a deep conditioning treatment.”

“Wrong.” Bianca commented. “She does need a deep conditioning treatment, but that can be done at a later step with Olaplex. Think.”

Bianca’s eyes were bright with wonder as she waited for Bob’s answer. She circled Adore, messing with her hair mindlessly as she awaited his answer. It was kind of sexy how into hair Bianca was, and Adore couldn’t help but find it endearing that she was trying to challenge Bob.

Surprisingly, Adore actually knew the answer to the question.

“The color needs to be stripped.” Adore muttered, clearly bored with conversation. “Depending on what color you’re doing. If you’re taking me lighter, it’ll turn orange unless you take out the red. Darker and it’ll have an orangey tone-”

“Or worse, the processes could mix creating a muddy puke color, or a bright orange.” Bianca mused. She looked at Adore with surprise, patting her on the shoulder softly. “Nice work. You could learn a thing or two from Adore, Bob.”

Bob looked between the two of them in confusion, stunned that an amataeur could answer a complicated hair question like that so effortlessly.

“I don’t doubt it.” Bob scoffed, smiling as he mixed up the stripping solution.

Bianca was impressed. She hadn’t expected much out of the girl, especially after she walked out of the house in that fiasco of an outfit. Turns out, Adore was someone to watch. She had a ton of potential, she just needed someone to help her unlock it.

“Courtney, you’re so quiet girl.” Bob commented, as he applied the solution to Adore’s ends.

“I’m just getting the right products.” Courtney muttered as she shuffled through her makeup drawer violently.

Bianca raised an eyebrow at her before she turned back towards Adore. She had her head down and her eyes closed as Bob meticulously painted on the color remover.

Bianca felt bad for her in a way, she really did. She was just thrust into the beauty industry, clearly unaware of how serious it was. She didn’t mean to insult Adore’s appearance, but she only had so long to bring her up to speed. The clients here in Chicago were incredibly nitpicky, and very blunt. They would read Adore to filth with no questions asked if they had saw how she looked when she stepped off of the plane.

This was the beauty industry - and Adore needed to understand how harsh it was. She couldn’t exactly protect her, but Bianca needed to make her feel comfortable. She decided to talk about something other then work for a few minutes, to help ease the negative energy in the room.

“How are you liking it here so far?” Bianca asked, sitting down at the station next to her.

“Do I have to answer that?” Adore asked wearily.

“No,” Bianca frowned, realizing she might have been a little too harsh on the west coast beauty. “But I’d rather you be honest with me and tell me that I’m a fucking asshole to my face, instead of telling the girls behind my back later.”

Adore smirked, letting out a small chuckle. She had to hand it to her, Bianca knew what was up.

“I mean I like it, but you guys are acting like I’m the biggest disaster to ever hit since-”

“The tornado in Plainfield?” Bob chimed in, painting the last strand of red.

“The floods in Lisle in 2013?” Courtney suggested mindlessly, stirring the wax in her wax warmer.

“No, more like the time that guy was walking under the Sears tower and was brutally killed by an icicle.” Bianca laughed, before turning to Adore and muttering “I’m joking.”

“You guys are idiots.” Adore laughed, staring at Bianca. “I could have come in with fucking orange hair.”

“That might have been an improvement.” Courtney mumbled. She motioned for Adore to come sit at her makeup station. “Have you ever had your brows waxed before?”

“Courtney, she doesn’t need her brows waxed. Just shape them a little and fill them in.” Bianca ordered annoyed.

“But they’re so bushy!” Courtney groaned.

“That’s the style now!” Adore and Bianca both exclaimed in unsion. They looked at each other puzzled before Adore fist pumped her. “Nice.”

“Show me what to do then, because I have no idea how to shape them.” Courtney whined.

“Ugh, you sound just like Farrah. Speaking of Farrah, where the fuck is our food?” Bianca burst. “Bob, go find Farrah. She’s probably flirting with Eureka again.”

“Let them flirt, Eureka always gives us extra scones when her and Farrah get along.” Courtney argued. “Besides, imagine if they got together. We’d get free food all the time!”

Huh. So Farrah was gay. Adore felt butterflies tickle the inside of her stomach at the thought of taking Farrah out on a date, or even worse messing up her pretty face and perfectly styled hair…

“Are Farrah and Eureka together?” Adore asked, trying to sound uninterested.

“No, Eureka is still in the closet even though we all know that she’s a raging lesbian.” Bianca commented idly as she looked for an eyebrow brush.

So that meant Farrah was still single. Adore would have to find a way to sneak into her pants. Clearly, Farrah enjoyed food and pastries which sparked an idea for Adore.

“Okay, so this is what you’re going to do. I’m outlining the shape of her brow, leaving out a tiny bit of hair for you to PLUCK.” Bianca said, emphasizing on the word pluck. Bianca smelled like crackled pepper and sandalwood, a peculiar combination but still intoxicating nonetheless. Adore stared up at her, admiring how soft her eyes looked as they focused in on her own.

For what seemed like a few seconds too long, Bianca let her eyes rest on the pretty girls face. She was stunning, despite her red box dyed hair and overgrown eyebrows. Underneath the rough appearance, she could see a beautiful girl trying to break through. She just needed a little help with it.

Courtney was the one to break them out of their trance. She rested her hand on top of Bianca’s as she finished outlining the shape of her other brow.

“What are you doing?” Bianca asked, jerking her hand away. Adore smirked as Courtney frowned at her.

“I was trying to feel the motions of it. I’m a hands on learner. But you knew that already.” Courtney said, winking at her.

Adore rolled her eyes at Courtney’s terrible attempts at flirting with Bianca. They had terrible chemistry from the looks of it. Or Bianca just wasn’t interested in her. Adore had more chemistry with her in the 30 seconds they had locked eyes, then Courtney had with her the whole time she’s been here.

B looked frazzled for a fraction of a second, letting the fear or whatever emotion she was feeling surface before she plastered on a smile.

“What do I know about handsy blondes?” Bianca retorted, perfecting the brows with her pencil.

“I don’t know, you tell me.” Courtney asked sultrily before she applied wax to the piece of wax paper.

Bianca rolled her eyes and stepped away from Adore, studying her eyebrows to make sure they were even. She went back and adjusted the shape of one before she stepped back again to make sure they were once again matching.

Bianca is a perfectionist, but she’s good at what she does. There’s a reason people flock to her from all over the midwest. People even fly to her from Arizona to come see her, because they don’t trust anyone else with their hair. Eyebrows were no exception to her perfectionism.

The salon was the only thing that kept her going after her mom passed. It was the only thing her mom had given her in her will, other then some of her old jewelry. And when Bianca took over Simplicité, it was a wreck. The walls were yellow, the paint was peeling from the humidity of the poorly insulated building, and the stylist chairs were falling apart. She had used the last of her savings to completley remodel the salon and spa. Bianca had put everything into the business, so of course she was going to do her best to perfect her craft as well. She went from being a mediocre stylist to becoming one of the best in the game.

“It looks fine.” Courtney said, shooing Bianca as she began to apply a tiny bit of wax. “I got it from here. And before you yell at me about not using the tweezers, let me say its much easier to just wax off this tiny amount of hair.”

Bianca crinkled her nose at her before she left the room, probably to go mix more color. Leaving Adore all alone with the ever so lovely Courtney.

It was silent as Courtney worked, she quickly but gently waxed her brows one by one. Her lips were pursed as she firmly concentrated on beautifying Adore’s face. They both became lost in their thoughts, trying their best to make the most out of the awkward situation.

“You aren’t her type.” Courtney murmured after a while.

“What?” Adore asked confused.

“I saw how you were staring at her earlier. Like she was a goddess. I’m just going to tell you now, that you aren’t the type she goes for.” Courtney sneered as she ripped the last wax strip off. Adore whimpered in pain, and Courtney grabbed some Vaseline to apply to the newly hairless skin.

“You think I’m trying to sleep with my boss? God you are ridiculous.” Adore snapped, standing up suddenly. “For the record, she’s clearly not interested in you either. I’ve seen sloths have better chemistry then you two!”

“Then why did she sleep with me?” Courtney questioned, standing up and pushing herself into Adore’s chest. She was a tad shorter then her, which gave Adore the advantage if it was going to get physical.

“Everyone needs a pity fuck every once in awhile. She probably felt sorry for you, since every time you’re in the room together you throw yourself at her.” Adore hissed.

Courtney’s green eyes pierced her own as she balled up her fists with anger. She leaned in close to her ear, her hot breath vibrating against it.

“If you ever talk to your salon manager like that again, I promise I will make your life a living hell.” Courtney whispered ominously, smiling before she spun around on her heel. She left Adore in the room by herself, which she was thankful for.

So Courtney was the manager, who was clearly in love with Bianca.

Clearly, she was shaken by hers and Bianca’s relationship - even though it was strictly professional. But if she wanted to be a bitch, she would be a bitch right back. Her mother always told her to stand up for herself no matter what.

More importantly though, Bianca was the owner. She realized she needed to stay on B’s good side now more than ever. Courtney was clearly feeling threatened. Which was funny, because Adore wasn’t even interested in Bianca in that way.

She was interested in winning over the beautiful Farrah from that Eureka chick.

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“I’m back!” Farrah exclaimed, carrying 5 plastic bags full of food. She looked around the salon confused, tiptoeing over to the stylist area before she gasped in shock.

“Oh my god, Adore is that you?” Farrah peered at her with wide eyes from behind her Quay Austrailia sunglasses, dropping her bags.

Bianca had just finished blowdrying her newly colored hair, smoothing out the fresh newly colored strands with a flat iron. She grinned as Farrah fangirled over her new makeover, smiling wide.

“Don’t give away her transformation just yet.” Bianca teased, smiling at Farrah. Suddenly, Bob reappeared from a quick bathroom break and nearly gave Farrah a heart attack as he jumped up and down.

“Oh my god, Farrah it’s about fucking time!” Bob exclaimed releasing a high pitched squeal as he discovered his croissant sandwich and blueberry scone. “Bitch, you done sucked Eureka’s pussy today! She told me she was all out of the blueberry!” Bob roared, patting Farrah on the back before walking away.

“Shit, you’re really dim if you think she doesn’t suck her puss every fucking day. She gives us $100 worth of food for $20.” Bianca snorted, flattening out the last strand of Adore’s hair. Farrah turned beet red as she pulled her hair into a high ponytail.

“I-It’s not like that anymore.” Farrah stammered. “Besides, I like to keep my options open.” She winked, a tad more composed as she sat down at the station next to Adore.

“Okay, are you ready for the big reveal?” Bianca asked excitedly, pressing her long black nails into her shoulders as she squeezed.

“Yes, B. God I wish you would’ve let me peek earlier.” Adore groaned impatiently.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Bianca smirked. “Okay, don’t freak out, it’s a big change but take a look at the new and improved Adore Delano!”

Bianca spun the chair around, leaving Adore with her brand new reflection. She gasped, shocked as she took in her new appearance. She heard a few soft chuckles behind her before she started running her hair through her new sleek strands. Her hair was a dark ebony now, a huge change from her bright fire engine red locks but somehow the black worked better with her skin. Her green eyes popped against her pale complexion and dark hair. Bianca had trimmed the ends slightly, but her hair was long and reached her waist straight. Her eyebrows were the perfect shape for her face - despite Courtney being a bitch she knew what she was doing.

She had never looked so hot in her life.

“Bitch, I look fucking cool!” Adore exclaimed, grinning as she got out of her chair and played with her hair more.

“You seriously look amazing!” Farrah exclaimed, catching Adore’s eyes in the mirror. Adore bit her lip in response, letting her eyes linger for a bit longer then usual.

“And just think, this is only phase one.” Bianca chirped, choosing to ignore the eye fucking in the mirror.

“Phase one?” Adore asked confused, spinning around to face Bianca.

“Oh yeah. Today is a 2 phase day for sure. Eat your lunch and meet me at the car in 30 minutes.”

#simplicité #multi chap

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wittesworldtravelblog · 7 years ago

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I consider myself an expert on traveling west from the Big Horns to Yellowstone. I was born in Helena, Montana in the early 1960’s. The same year of my birth, my family moved to the suburbs of Chicago. However, my grandparents were still in a small town just outside of Billings, Montana (Columbus, MT). Our family would take a vacation every two years to visit grandma, grandpa, my aunts, uncles, and cousins. We always stopped at Wall Drug, Black Hills, and Yellowstone National Park. I remember that I always wanted to go to the Badlands National Park, but my dad would fly past and say, “There is the Badlands”, and then FLY by on US 90 to get to Wall Drug, SD.

After my husband and I married we continued to travel west. On our first trip, we traveled in our own vehicle with our two children and my parents in their RV. I told my husband, “We are going through the Badlands!”, and we did! Our brakes went out on us on the way out and my parents were waiting for us at Wall Drug, let’s just say we never lived that one down.

Our favorite areas out west are Thermopolis WY, Bad Lands SD, Black Hills SD, Cody WY, Yellowstone National Park, Grand Teton National Mountains, Red Lodge, MT, just to name a few. We have been out west about 6 times in our 39 years. We actually spent a month in Yellowstone in 2010. We tent camped during the adventure! It was an amazing experience. I believe that everyone should visit Yellowstone National Park. It is a remarable area.

Tips for a Successful Trip Through Yellowstone:

Campgrounds – Yellowstone has 12 campgrounds, 7 are operated by the National Park Service. You will need to reserve as early as you know you will be visiting. Some campgrounds are already reserved a year in advance. There are some campgrounds that are on a first come, first serve basis. You will need to get there early in the morning and wait to see if anyone is leaving and stake your claim fast!

Tent Camping – This can be a fun experience, but can also be a bit scary too. We spent almost four weeks tent camping in the park and never had an issue with bears. However, there were three other campgrounds that were visited by bears when we were there. If you are not staying in a completely hard sided camper you will need to remove any and all items that may attract bears. Items include pots, pans, dishware, condiments, toiletries, garbage, suntan lotions, well you get the idea! They have “Bear Boxes” in campgrounds that allow pop-up and tent camping. If you would prefer you can keep all these items in your car.

Protection – Invest in Bear Spray! It could be the best investment you ever made. Just having it will make you feel more secure.

Dining – There are 29 restaurants in the park. We visited about 10 of those and all that we visited were are amazing! My favorite dishes were the Buffalo sirloin and Elk Empanadas. Our visit was at the end of June and beginning of July. We never had an issue getting a table at a restaurant, sometimes there was a short wait. There are also 52 beautiful picnic areas in the park.

How to Dress – From personal experience, I can honestly say you will need to pack both warm weather and cold weather clothing. The terrain of Yellowstone is varied from mountains to the plains. If you are visiting lower elevations in June-August the average temperatures during the day will range from about 70-80 degrees during the day and much cooler at night. Many nights will fall below freezing. If you are visiting the higher altitudes it will be cooler during the day and may even snow. We were there in July and it snowed on several occasions. In addition, it is a common occurrence to have an afternoon thunderstorm.

Services – There are several areas in the park that offer paid showers and coin laundry. In addition, there are groceries sold at many of the stores though-out the park.

Fishing – If you are over 16 and over you will need to purchase a Yellowstone National Park Fishing License. These are available at most of the stores in the sporting section. The cost at the time I posted this was $18.00 for a three-day fishing permit, $25.00 for a seven-day permit, or $40.00 for a season permit.

Wildlife – The most common animals you will encounter in the park are elk and bison. However, keep your camera ready! While we were in the park we saw bear, wolves, coyotes, badgers, moose, antelope, and bighorn sheep. If you end up in a traffic jam, it is most likely an animal sighting.

Molesting the Animals – This sounds amusing, but it is no laughing matter to the park rangers. They take this seriously! You should never get out of your car to get closer to an animal for a picture. In addition, do not whistle, shout at, click at, clap throw something, or snap to get an animal’s attention. DO NOT FEED the animals! This is for your safety, as-well-as the safety as all those around you. Although not common, animals will attack if they feel threatened and it has happened in the past.

Cell Phones – The reception in the park is spotty at most and covers about 50% of the park. Coverage is best in the most popular areas such as Old Faithful, Mammoth, Grant Village, and Tower-Roosevelt area.

If you have any questions about the area, please feel free to Email Me

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#bears #elk #mountains #travel #west #wittesworld #yellowstone

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ontheroadbeneaththeskies · 7 years ago

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A Brief Interlude

If you are just joining us, here is the story thus far:

9/26

left pgh, drove to Detroit

dinner Mabel Grey

9/27

brunch at The Dime Store

walk to Socra Tea

Motown Museum

The Heidelberg Project

Belle Island, conservatory

snack at Church's Chicken

John King Books

dinner at Chartreuse

9/28

breakfast at Brooklyn Street Local

picked up sandwiches at the Detroit Institute of Bagels

drive through Dearborn, MI

Air Zoo in Kalamazoo, MI

lunch at the Air Zoo picnic pavillion (bagel sandwiches)

Indiana Sand Dunes National Lakeshore

Dinner at Ramen House Shinchan in Palatine, IL

Ice cream at Comet Frozen Custard in Palatine

Hotel in Madison, WI

9/29

breakfast at Bassett Street Brunch Club

Brief stop at Cave of the Mound National Park

House on the Rock

lunch at Freddy Valentines Public House in Spring Green, WI

coffee/books at Arcadia Cafe in Spring Green

just-in-time pie at Norske Nook in Osselo, WI

hotel in Minneapolis, MN

9/30

breakfast at Manny's Tortas in The Midtown Global Market

The Minneapolis Institute of Art

Walked around the Walker Art Center sculpture garden

Gandhi Mahal for dinner

The Moon Palace bookstore

Coffee and tea at Peace Cafe

10/1

breakfast at Tiny Diner in Minneapolis

sweets at Pattisserie 46 in Minneapolis

lunch at Bread and Circus in Sioux Falls, SD

Shopping on Phillips Ave in Sioux Falls, Zandbroz Variety store and LOT 2029

Seeing the eponymous falls in Falls Park in Sioux Falls

stay in Kadoka, SD

10/2

drive to Badlands National Park

breakfast at Cedar Pass Lodge

climbing on rocks in Badlands

Wall Drug

drive to Jewel Cave for the discovery tour

Mt Rushmore, allegedly

dinner at Murphys Bar and Grill in Rapid City, SD

drive to Hulett, WY

10/3

breakfast at Red Rock Cafe in Hulett

drive to Devil's Tower

stop to buy jackets in Buffalo, WY

best Thai food ever at Bangkok Thai in Thermopolis, WY

drive through Crazy Canyon Woman Road and Bighorn National Forest

stay at Anvil Hotel in Jackson, WY

10/4

breakfast at Persephone Bakery in Jackson

picked up (delicious) sandwiches at Local Butcher

picnic in Grand Teton after hiking from String Lake to Inspiration Point

hot chocolate at Persephone Bakery (homemade marshmallow!)

shopping in Jackson

dinner at Glorietta Trattoria

10/5

picked up sandwiches from Local Butcher (again, because delicious)

drove to Yellowstone

saw Old Faithful, Riverside, and Grand geysers erupt while walking around Upper Geyser Basin

dinner at Red Tractor Pizza in Bozeman, MT

stayed at Ramada Inn in Bozeman

10/6

sandwiches at the Co-Op in Bozeman

drove to Glacier National Park

hiked near St Marys Lake

dinner at Taco Johns (never again)

stay at Glacier Peaks Hotel and Casino in Browning, MT

10/7

beautiful, grueling hike to Grinnell Glacier

dinner at Jackpot Restaurant in casino (which is also the hotel)

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moldhoney · 5 years ago

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One time I went to Thermopolis Wyoming to see the eclipse but I didn’t have anywhere to stay and I met these nice people at a restaurant and they said we could stay with them at their place and they had chickens and a really awesome dog. That was cool. But also they were mormon and one of their parents were super strict and owned a pretty large corn farm outside of town and they took us there at night to check it out and I felt like I was in the texas chainsaw massacre ma’am I truly did. I hate corn fields.

#yes i live in the midwest and am terrified of corn we exisr

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mbsposts · 5 years ago

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Friday, June 07, 2019 Day 07

End Mileage 123920

Start Mileage 123711

Miles 209

Postcards 1.05

Gas 32.60

Breakfast 8.00

Supper 22.00

Room 92.65

Toothpaste 5.51

Total 161.81

Got up early and decided to delay arrival in the Tetons by a day due to snow and cold weather for Saturday evening. So Thermopolis Wyoming would be my detour. After breakfast at McD left my motel and went to Fort Fetterman. The Fort was used mostly by travelers heading west and not for Indian fighting. The few times the commanders went to fight they failed. The staff person at the fort was very knowledgeable of the fort’s history and the surrounding community. Next stop for the day was Ayers Natural Bridge – a very nice county park. Walked the area and noticed some little oddities. (Small miniature figurines located in the landscape.) The Natural Bridge was impressive. Kept driving west on US 26. Next stop was at Hell’s Half Acre overlook. A badlands environ right next to the road. Turned north on the road to Thermopolis. The road went downhill through a narrow, deep, scenic canyon. In Thermopolis I got a room at a quaint motel and then went touring the hot springs area. Lastly I went for a dip in the state run hot springs pool. It was a sulfur smell water and it was hot. The smell stuck on my skin for the rest of the day. Only 20 minutes were allowed in the pool. Back at the motel I walked downtown to a local restaurant for supper. I had a kale, chicken, cranberries salad. Tasty. Back in the room I worked on my pics and got ready for a cold week ahead. A good day again.

#diary

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sherrygorugh · 6 years ago

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Mountain States Coffee Roasters: High Elevations, Classic Coffees

In 2017, Coffee Review began exploring the vibrant roasting scenes in various regions of the U.S., beginning with last year’s popular tasting report on coffees of the American Southwest. This year we take a look at roasters in the U.S. mountain states: Colorado, Idaho, Montana, Utah, and Wyoming.

We received samples from all five states. Of the many lovely and interesting coffees among them, the 11 highest-rated are reviewed here, with impressive scores ranging from 92 to 96. They include seven Kenyas, two Ethiopias, one Colombia, and a Panama produced from the celebrated Geisha variety of Arabica. Generally, these coffees tended toward the familiar or “classic” in regard to both origin and style. Each of the seven Kenyas, for example, was exhilaratingly different in profile, yet all were superb and intriguing variations on the great wet-processed Kenya cup. The 92-rated Colombia from Jackrabbit Java in Thermopolis, Wyoming is also a quintessentially classic type, a fine wet-processed Colombia from the Nariño growing region.

The three outliers among the 11 coffees we review here may also be types familiar to lovers of specialty coffee, but are seen much less often on the average café menu across the country. Two are natural-processed (dried-in-the-fruit) Ethiopias, a fruit-forward style that has become increasingly popular over the last 10 years: the Caffeic Ethiopia (93) and the Desert Sun Organic Ethiopia Sidama Natural (92). The highest-rated sample, Dragonfly Coffee’s Esmeralda Estate Porton Geisha Natural (96), was produced on the Panama farm that first rediscovered the Geisha variety, and processed by the natural method.

Just-picked coffee cherries in the Sidamo growing region of Ethiopia. Courtesy of Desert Sun Coffee Roasters.

The relative success of classic wet-processed coffees in this cupping might be mostly a coincidence, though it could also be attributed to regional consumer preferences, a hypothesis suggested by some of the interviews with roasters featured here.

While we received submissions from all five states, the coffees that met our score cutoff were from Colorado, Idaho, Montana and Wyoming. We had several worthy samples from Utah, but none that cracked 92, this month’s cutoff score for review. (We set a minimum score for reviews appearing with each report based on the range for the top-scoring 10 samples for that report, although we often review more than 10 if there are ties.)

High-Elevation Roasting Challenges

Roasting coffee is both an art and a science. Roasters use both their senses and instruments to carefully monitor the progress of the roast. They strategically adjust complex variables that impact the intensity and timing of transfer of heat to the beans over the course of roasting a specific green coffee, all aimed at achieving what is, for them, the optimum sensory profile for that coffee.

But beans respond differently at higher elevations than they do at moderate elevations. Cooks, for example, know that cooking processes and reactions are altered, often radically, as one moves to higher elevations. Water boils at 212 Fº degrees Fahrenheit at sea level, while in Denver, at 5,280 feet, it boils at 202Fº degrees. Like experienced cooks, coffee roasters know that formulas and numbers based on roasting at lower elevations will be different at higher elevations, arguably encouraging independent observation and self-reliance.

Brother Paul-Marie, of Mystic Monk in Clark, Wyoming (4,500 feet), whose Kenya we review here at 93, says, “The dry [mountain] air makes storing green beans a challenge, and gale-force winds can make airflow more difficult to control.” Tamas Christman, of Dragonfly Coffee in Boulder, Colorado (5,328 feet) reports that roasting coffee at altitude is definitely a challenge: “Profiling can be [particularly] time-consuming, but it’s of utmost importance in ensuring the achievement of optimal roast.”

Roasting at Mystic Monk in Clark, Wyoming. Courtesy of Mystic Monk.

Andy Sprenger, of Sweet Bloom Coffee Roasters in Denver, Colorado (Kenya Kainamui, 93), says that he and his head roaster Jin Chiew used to roast at sea level, but now work at 5,518 feet. “Although we continue to make small adjustments to how we roast in Denver,” Sprenger acknowledges, “I can’t say that any are directly related to altitude. But water boils here at 200 degrees Fahrenheit, and although our roasts are on the lighter end of the spectrum, I do wonder if we develop them ever so slightly more to compensate for the lower brew temperatures available.”

Green coffee on offer at the Kariru factory in Kenya. Courtesy of Corvus Coffee Roasters.

Phil Goodlaxson of Corvus Coffee Roasters (Kenya Kariru, 92), also in Denver, adds, “Everything happens a bit quicker at altitude; chemical reactions in the beans get jump-started slightly earlier.”

Weather and Logistics in Mountain States

Seasonal variations in temperature at higher elevations result in more extreme weather across the board, and winter is a major factor for many mountain-states roasters. Gary Thiesen of Revel Coffee in Billings, Montana, whose Kenya Kiambu we review here at 94, says one of his biggest challenges is keeping the roasting warehouse as climate-stable as possible — and not getting the forklift stuck in the snow when receiving pallets.

Josh Thomas, of Jackrabbit Java in Thermopolis, Wyoming, adds, “Our main truck shipping route runs through a large canyon to the south of town, and it is often closed due to snow or rock slides, which essentially closes our supply channels. Because of this, we probably stock twice as much green coffee as a roaster our size would need to in other locales.”

The roastery at Durango Coffee in Durango, Coloradao. Courtesy of Durango Coffee Roasters.

Carl Rand, of Durango Coffee Company in Durango Colorado (Kenya, 92), had his Probat roaster specially engineered to head off some of the known challenges of roasting at 6,500 feet (the highest altitude among the roasters included in this report, a distinction shared with Desert Sun, also in Durango). Rand says, “The burners were calibrated for the altitude and the fans oversized to accommodate the thinner air, as less dense air results in slower cooling time.” Lack of humidity is also potentially problematic at altitude. Rand says his roastery stores all of its coffee in GrainPro hermetic, gas-tight storage bags to extend the shelf life of the green coffee by preventing aggressive drying.

And winter isn’t the only season that presents issues. Scott Bouma, of Caffeic in Helena, Montana, says, “One challenge with roasting in Montana is the weather, which varies from over 100 degrees in the summer to -40 degrees in the winter. We definitely make fine adjustments to our roasting style as the seasons change to compensate for the fluctuating outdoor air temperatures.”

Caffeic’s farmers’ market stand in Helena, Montana. Courtesy of Caffeic.

Desert Sun’s Liz Nelson grew up in Colorado, so she doesn’t have a point of reference for roasting at lower altitudes. What she does note is that being in a remote area of Colorado poses logistical issues, not only for receiving green coffee, but also for shipping out roasted coffee, which in turn impacts access to broader markets. Brother Paul-Marie, of Mystic Monk, concurs: “Interestingly enough, we find the biggest challenge to be logistics. Shipping coffee from either coast to Wyoming is very expensive, and truck capacity can be hard to come by during the holiday season.“

Third Wave Coffees Don’t Always Rule

One common way of understanding the recent history of coffee is to think of it in terms of three stages, or “waves.”

The first wave crested in the 1950s to the 1970s, with the complete domination in stores of nationally branded pre-ground blends and instant coffees, and, in restaurants and diners, medium-roasted, drip coffee in urns or bubble pots. The second wave, roughly from the 1970s to the present, marks the revival of coffee as an artisanal beverage, although usually dark-roasted to help distinguish it from the medium roasts of the first wave. Outside home and office, Americanized versions of the European café serving milk-heavy espresso drinks expanded from urban enclaves to strip malls. The third wave began in the early 2000s and is still going strong today, often taking the notion of artisanal to the level of bespoke. Specifically identified single-origin coffees are brought to a light roast to highlight the taste of the bean, rather than the taste of the roast. Cafés routinely offer multiple brewing methods with a focus on the coffee itself, rather than big, milky espresso drinks.

This is an over-generalized historical picture, but a useful one, as long as one understands that versions of all three of these waves are still with us, competing, morphing, overlapping — all trying to tell us how to understand and buy coffee. In many metropolitan neighborhoods of the U.S. third-wave coffee is ubiquitous, though certainly not universal, while smaller cities and more rural areas still lean toward second-wave styles.

Randy Lint, of Big Creek Coffee Roasters in Hamilton, Montana (Kenya Gatuya, 93) says, “The more rural culture has people spread out, and sometimes innovation can be met with skepticism. But more traditional coffee-drinkers are also interested and profoundly loyal. They love new experiences, and they love a good story. They’re not all going to love a fruit-bomb natural Ethiopia, but they will appreciate the experience of trying it.”

At least three of the top-rated coffees reviewed this month are definitely medium-roasted rather than light-roasted, and one — the Mystic Monk Kenya — is clearly darker-roasted, all ample evidence that quality doesn’t only come in the form of the lighter-roasted coffees that are the darlings of the third-wave movement.

According to Christman, coffee culture in the mountain states is “progressive and still developing.” His philosophy is to “make the world’s finest coffees approachable for all consumers through education, empowerment, sustainability and unique sensory experiences.”

Tamas Christman of Dragonfly Coffee on a souring trip to Rwanda. Courtesy of Darrin Daniel.

Goodlaxson, also based in relatively urban Denver, adds, “Roasters here feel like we have something to prove because we are later in developing a specialty culture. At the same time, we have wide acceptance because people are already drinking craft beer. And because we’re not like Seattle and Portland in terms of coffee innovation, we have a high bar to reach. We can stand on the shoulders of giants without any of their baggage.”

Durango is a much smaller town than Denver, and Nelson observes that, “Durango, as a whole, is still very much into darker roasts and blends, whereas my passion is lighter-roasted single origin coffees. Here at Desert Sun Coffee, we work very hard to educate and inspire our customers, being transparent about where and how we source our coffees, the nuances of different regions, proper extraction practices, and the importance of organic. I’d like to think we play a role in bringing our little second-wave coffee town into the third wave.”

Reckoning with Remoteness

Many roasters in U.S. mountain states are in small towns, remote from urban commerce and established coffee sub-cultures. Jackrabbit Java’s Thomas muses about the pros of cons of being coffee-obsessed in tiny Thermopolis, which is home to just over 3,000 people: “Wyoming is the least densely populated state in the nation, which means we count on repeat local customers to survive. We try to offset the low customer base by offering online sales and providing high-quality value coffees to our customers — we sell 90+ -rated coffees for $12 a bag.” He says that coffee culture in Wyoming is in its infancy, having just held its first-ever coffee festival, Roasters Rendezvous, this past September, in which roasters from the state all came together to offer coffee samples to the attendees. (Jackrabbit Java won the people’s choice award at the event.)

Randy and Rick Evans, of Evans Brothers Coffee in Sandpoint, Idaho. Courtesy of Evans Brothers Coffee.

And Randy Evans, of Evans Brothers Coffee in Sandpoint, Idaho, says, “Sandpoint is pretty far north — less than 60 miles from Canada — and relatively isolated. It’s been gratifying to see the culture of craft coffee take hold in the Inland Northwest. We wanted to meet people where they were, to be approachable, but also to introduce them to how special a cup of coffee can be.”

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