#so I hiked to Starbucks

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WHOOOOO'S ON TUMBLR ON HER LAPTOP WITH HER BACK TO THE ENTIRE ROOM IN PUBLIC WHOOOOO IT'S THIS GIRL

[britneyshakespeare]

barnes and noble has been raising the prices of everything and further pushing for their premium membership option (which they raised the price of by 60 percent this year!) and then when they have big sales events, they're less than what they used to be.

last year at this time you could get one of their leather-bound book annex tomes for $12.50 (without a member discount) because of the 50 percent off all hardcover sales. but they raised the price of those tomes from 25 bucks to 30, and they decreased the sale from 50 percent off all hardcovers to 1/3rd off. so that same book that was $12.50 at last year's end-of-year sale is now 20 bucks. and that's supposed to be savings enough to induce me to walk into one of their stores this week?

i'm sorry but b&n has just gotten so greedy, even though their business has only been doing better and better in previous years. they do not have to be raising prices like they have been, and they can damn well afford to have the same savings events they used to. if you went to one of those hardcover sales a year or two ago, even if you lived in a less populated area like i do, you had never seen a b&n so busy in your life. things were flying off the shelves. they WERE making bank.

and as a company they've only been growing and growing (as much as the publishing industry has been, in recent years). but there are so many other ways to buy books. CHEAPER ways to buy books. MORE SUSTAINABLE ways to buy books. and since books and booksellers are doing really well right now, i don't see why barnes and noble is getting so greedy when they don't have to be. i dont like new shiny books that much. people buy books for the content, ultimately. sometimes we as consumers might make the choice that a new shiny book is worth paying a bit more for, but not that much. barnes and noble has just been demanding more and more of their customers' money for less and less benefit.

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wow!! It's a........

[afictionaladventure16]

I would love a fic of Pedro taking his daughter hiking, sort of like the end of tlou (but not as dark obviously) where they walk and talk and have fun but eventually get into a kind of deep emotional conversation, that would be amazing

Taking it All In (Pedro Pascal x Daughter!Reader)

Word Count: 2,077

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

Warnings: mentions parental abandonment, depression, and hints of self-harm

A/N: I hope you enjoy reading this!! Requests are open to anyone who wants to send something in!

“It’s just around the corner,” Your dad said as he glanced back at you. 

“You’ve been saying that for the past three corners,” you groaned. 

Pedro watched as you began to catch up. He thought it would be a nice change to take you hiking while in Los Angeles. He heard about some of the amazing views in Santa Monica and he decided it was just what you needed. 

“Well, this time I mean it.” 

“Can you slow down? I’m not as tall as you are,” you grumbled, “One step for you is like three for me. There’s more work that goes into it for me.” 

Pedro couldn’t help but chuckle, “Alright, I’ll slow down.” 

Lately you’ve been distant, not saying much to him, or even reacting to some of his jokes. He’s seen it happen to you before and now he feared it was happening again. He was loosing you again. Pedro checked how you acted when he touched your wrists from time to time, making sure you weren’t hurting yourself. You had never started, but it was one of his many fears that you might. 

None of this was in the parenting book he heard when you were little. Once you had caught up, Pedro made sure to slow down his pace so you wouldn’t feel the need to push yourself. 

“I hate hiking,” you commented as you swatted a couple of flies away from your face.

“Can’t hate it when you haven’t fully experienced it yet, Cariño,” You rolled your eyes, “Trust me, the view is going to be worth it.” 

“I swear, if this view is not worth it, you owe me about twenty Starbucks drinks,” you complained. 

“I won’t have to, because it’ll be worth it.” 

“You know, we never hike in New York and there’s a reason.” 

“What’s the reason?” 

“Because it’s New York!” 

You didn’t say anything else until you got to the top of the mountain, you quickly stopped to catch your breath. You missed New York with every atom in your body. Your dad comes to Los Angeles every once in a while and he suddenly takes up a new hobby. 

Suddenly takes up a new hobby… Oh no, you thought. Your mind began to race, was he dating someone again? 

“Y/N, you have to see this!” Your dad called out. He was near the edge of the cliff, which the thought of the height did frighten you, but you were curious to see the view. There was a bench near the cliff in which your dad walked over to sit on. 

You walked over to the bench, letting out a breath at the sight. You had to admit to yourself, the view was worth it. “Wow,” you whispered. 

“Told you the view would be worth it,” Pedro said with a grin. “Sit down, take it all in.” 

You sat down beside your dad, “I admit it, the view is worth it.” You could hear waves crashing from the distance, the sound was peaceful and in a way therapeutic. 

“Something on your mind?” Your dad asked. He knew there was, he could see it in your eyes. The way they danced around as if they were communicating with each other. 

“Are you dating someone?” 

He sighed, “Mija, we’ve been through this. You know I’ll talk to you before I ever start dating anyone.” You nod, “I’m always gonna keep you in the loop, what makes you ask such a question?” 

“Well, you suddenly took up a new hobby and you usually do that if it’s because of someone.” 

He chuckled, “Well, you can thank Oscar for the idea.” He watched as you gave him a nod, he knew there was still more your mind was occupied with. “What’s up?” 

“Hmm?” You looked over at him, “Nothing.” 

“Now, I know that’s a lie,” Pedro sighed, “Y/N, I know you like the back of my hand,” he lifts his hand up. “There’s something on your mind, nows the time to just say it.” 

You remained silent for a few seconds, there was a lot in your mind. Mostly things about your mother, especially with all the holidays that recently passed, you couldn’t help but wonder what life could have been if she had stayed. If you were holding your dad back from finding true love or if your mom was his true love. What was your mom even like, everytime you brought her up your dad would be quick to change the subject. The only thing you knew about her were the things your tia knew which was limited. 

You knew you had her eyes and her laugh. Part of you wondered if that’s a reason why your dad made so many jokes, to hear her laugh again? Did he miss her? 

“What was she like?” You abruptly asked. 

Pedro didn’t need to ask who you were asking about, he just knew. He cleared his throat, “We should get goin-” 

“No! Please, Papi! You always avoid telling me about her and I know only five things about her. She has Y/E/C, I laugh like her, she was smart, she was your college sweetheart and that she left and I don’t even know why. I deserve to know why my mom didn’t want to be my mom.” 

“Mija, she loves you, she wanted to be your mom-” 

“Then why did she leave?” 

Pedro sighed, “she felt like she wasn’t good enough to be your mom. She felt we deserved better.” 

“But how does she know if that is true? Look at us! You still haven’t found anyone and I still have no mom.” 

“I know,” Pedro let out a shaky breath, “your mom, she struggled. She struggled a lot with her thoughts and she always had depression but after you were born it was like it just took over her and she no longer had control. I tried everything, I made sure to be the one to get up in the middle of the night, I always made sure she was getting her rest, but it was like it made her feel worse.” 

You began to feel tears well up in your eyes, “I want to know when she left.” 

Pedro looked over at you, quickly noticing the tears in your eyes, “No.” 

“Papi, por favor.” 

“Mija, no quiero mirar te tan triste, no puedo. It still hurts to talk about it-” (I don’t want to see you so sad, I can’t)

“Papi, I want to know, I deserve to know.” 

You did deserve to know, Pedro knew that. He had hoped by now that the wound would be healed, but over the years it was as if the wound couldn’t heal. Maybe it was because he always saw her in you and she was always in his mind. 

“I know,” he said softly. “She didn’t have a lot of things to begin with, she was the kind of person who didn’t like to hold onto things. Always giving things away and maybe I should have noticed it, the way she was giving so many of her things away the weeks leading up to her disappearance, but I was so focused on being a new dad that I didn’t. You came into my world and I was whole,” He touched your cheek, wiping away the tear that escaped. 

“One day, I decided I was gonna go visit my sister for the day. I took you along to give your mom a break, I thought I was doing something good. We were gone for maybe eight hours and when we came back, everything she had left was gone. All that was left was a note and that necklace.” he pointed to the necklace around your neck, the one you always wore. 

“In her note she apologized for everything. She said she couldn’t do it anymore, that it wasn’t us but it was her, she just needed to go out and breathe. That maybe some time away will do her some good. For months, I checked newspapers, I called hospitals, police stations, looking for Jane Does or even anyone under your moms name and nothing. It was like she never existed.” 

You leaned against the bench, “After a while, I kind of gave up. She just didn’t want to be found.” You sniffled, trying your best to hold the tears in, “She loved you, Y/N. She really did, she just struggled with herself.” 

“How do you know that she loved me?” Your voice trembled 

“Because when you were first born, all she did was hold you and look at you and everyone in that room knew how much she loved you. She thought she was doing the right thing by protecting you from herself.” Pedro sighed, “It still hurts to think about it, maybe that’s why I never wanted to talk about her.” 

“Right person, wrong time?” You asked, he gave you a nod. “When was the last time you looked for her?” 

“A few years ago.” You nod, “Even if she was the right person but the wrong time… I don’t regret ever being with her and I don’t regret you. You were the best thing that has ever happened to me, Y/N, Y te quiero mucho.” Your dad pulled you closer, you leaned your head against his shoulder. “It’s okay to cry,” he whispered. You let out a shaky breathe, letting the tears flow down your cheeks. 

“There’s three things that I got from her,” you began to say. 

“Three?” 

“My eyes, my laugh, and like her, I struggle,” you said softly. 

Your dad let out a deep breath, for a while he had known you were struggling and he knew it was depression. Part of him was in denial for a while because he didn’t want to know that you felt that way, he just wanted you happy. Now he needed to do something about it, he wasn’t going to lose you the way he lost your mother. 

“We can get you help,” He suggested. “Talking to someone about all of this, it will help.” 

You wiped away a tear, “I think I need help.” 

“Okay.” 

“Okay.” 

“Come on,” He began to get up, “Let’s  do something I’ve always wanted to do.” You gave him a puzzled look, “Come on!” 

You got up and followed your dad to the edge of the cliff, “Uhh, I’m not sure about this.” 

“Trust me,” Pedro cleared his throat before he began to yell as if no one was watching. “That felt good!” He exclaimed. “You’re turn!” 

“Someone’s gonna think we’re crazy!” 

He gestured around, “No one’s here, Muñeca!” 

You rolled your eyes, you thought he was crazy, but a part of you was dying to let out a scream. You took a deep breath before letting it all out, screaming at the top of your lungs. You stood there for a few seconds, “Okay, I’ll admit, that felt great.” 

Pedro smiled from ear to ear, before turning back to the cliff, “I LOVE MY DAUGHTER!” He yelled out. You laughed, “Come on, yell out something! Let it out! Like this, I WISH I KNEW WHY THE LOVE OF MY LIFE LEFT ME!” He yelled again.

There was a sense of embarrassment, but at the same time you liked how the instant relief felt right after. “I WISH I HAD A MOM!” You yelled, laughing slightly at the feeling of relief. “I WISH I WAS GOOD ENOUGH!” You felt tears well up, your dads arms pulled you in for a hug. 

“You’re good enough for me, mija,” he whispered as he placed a kiss on the top of your head. Your breath began to shake, as you held onto your father tight. He began to rub your back, “Maybe that’s enough for today.” 

“It felt good,” You choked out. “Thank you,” you looked up at him, he gave you a big smile. 

“Of course,” he let go of the hug, “let’s go home.” 

You looked over at the cliff once more, it felt as if you were leaving those thoughts here and you were leaving with a new heart. You didn’t know if you will ever find your mom, but maybe this is where that journey began. You did know that you knew you needed help and you were okay once you did ask for it and maybe, just maybe for once everything will start to feel okay. 

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Dipper and Mabel pines headcanons?

FINALLY getting around to answering these! since im better at them, heres some college age headcanons that apply just as much to how i view them in the show!

DIPPER PINES

transmasc. duh. of course

parents are INCREDIBLY supportive, super understanding. hes on hormone blockers in the show and starts HRT as soon as hes able, getting top surgery and bottom surgery in his early 20s

bisexual! ran into a guy junior year of highschool and went oh GOD. this is wendy 2.0 im going to die

NERD.

LOVES board games. so much. not just dungeons and dragons and monopoly im talkin everdell, wingspan, cascadia, catan. he loves a good think. he also loves dragging everyone else into playing them with him. he always wins. almost always, anyway

absolutely adores college and everything about it hes a little freak. totally ends up being the president of a few clubs, co creating some, etc. made an occult club AND a hiking club at his college

loves doodling, loves horror. his teachers? not so much. they try not to look at the weird ass creatures he draws on the margins of his very well written homework.

probably goes into something smart. like biochem. or um. stem. im (author) is a liberal arts major all i do is write gay fanfiction.

PSYCHOTIC ASS DORM ROOM. he barely decorated it like a classic college male but has a conspiracy board and thats it. which is full of strange shit hes seen outside of gravity falls. to be fair its very well documented and somewhat neat, just…. strange decor. he lives in a single (introvert)

COVERED in tattoos, but always abides by the suit rule (all tattoos need to be able to be covered by a suit to be professional. he knows this bc hes a neerrrrddd). he has really sick sleeves of runes and other occult like things hes found interesting. he has cipher related tattoos as well and also even got ford to design a few.

he has PROMINENT eye bags. he will never fix his sleep schedule

ended up working as a summer camp counselor for a while right outside if gravity falls! the kids loved him but he couldnt stand the heat and bugs all the time so he only did it for a summer or two

even after turning 21 he doesnt actually drink that much, hes a craft beer enjoyer and likes to make it himelf (Much later in life)

ALWAYS stays in touch with mabel. if anything happens in either of their lives you better BELIEVE theyre already on the phone with eachother

medical marijuana card holder

smokes to help eith his anxiety. it works WONDERS

coffee drinker but actually Does put cream and sugar is coffee. sometimes. other times hes too tired and just thugs it out

MABEL PINES

THE number one it girl ever

NUMBER ONE TRANS ALLY EVERRRRRR she loves her brother so much

pansexual!! she loves cool people, thats her motto

went to a fashion design school, is loving it despite drowning in work

began dying her hair in cool ways through highschool, now she always has some of her natural color present but goes a little crazy on the highlights

found out about huge dangley joke earrings. went absolutely crazy. has an entire space on her desk dedicated to her many many earrings. she has babies, knives, bags of doritos, aliens, glow in the dark ones, anything you could imagine.

fantastic at fashion design. stuggled a lot with the fancier stuff but her teachers were floored when they let her go wild on casual comfy wear. she excells in combining fashion and comfort in really exciting and colorful ways.

a party girl through and through, loves clubs, raves, concerts, anything!

video game lover as well, cracked at pvp games.

still boy crazy, just less so (has had like. 10 college boyfriends)

literally the sweetest friend ever. she loves hosting movie nights and tea parties (bc who wouldnt. theyre awesome)

tea drinker, loves floral teas with honey

HATES. black coffee. a starbucks frap girlie 4ever

has been scouted for modeing multiple times and only accepted when it was a commercial with puppies

love love loves making friendshio bracelets. knows all the patterns, all of her friends have a hefty amount of a bunch of different ones because she just keeps making them

anywwy, here you go! i love these two so much, i hope ive done them justice!

[gothic-puppyboy]

Any gear, activities, crafts, etc. for Australian shepherd kin (or dog kin in general)? Thank you!

I am SO happy you asked for gear and opened up the ask to more than just things to do! This is my oldest ask I have, and I am finally getting around to doing it. I have made many a post on dog and caninekins, but seeing as most of them are super old, I'm going to remake them.

Thank you for your ask, doggy anon!

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Things for dogkin to do:

Play in the yard sprinklers

Have a fight with water guns/balloons

Go to a lake!

Get a pup cup from starbucks, and keep it for yourself

Go shopping for a new collar, or get a new tag for your collar

Splash in puddles you see on the ground

Make an indoor obstacle course

Lay on a pillow on the floor

Go to the beach and dig in the sand.

Go to a dog park and pet peoples dogs. Also, secretly try to communicate with them and let them know you are one of them.

Go swimming! Bonus points if you shake yourself dry.

Volunteer at an animal shelter!

Go for a walk!

Roll around in some grass

Drink water REALLY loudly and REALLY sloppily (dogs really like to do this)

Get some ice pops and bite them really hard

Play in leaf piles

Go on a hike!

Play fetch with someone

Build a den outside

Make a scent marker and mark your territory with it

Wear cozy clothes (Bonus points for faux fur)

Use this backyard explorer guide to get some outdoor time

Eat some (cooked) meat with your hands

Spend some time in nature

Do quadrobics

Get into kirigurimi! (its cute lil onesies! you can find one that looks like your kin type and be all toasty and comfy)

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Crafts for the dogs of tumblr:

Yarn tails- Tutorial

No sew animal ears- Tutorial

Paper claws- Tutorial

Fangs- Tutorial

Decorate a collar

Make tags for a collar

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Gear for the goodest of dogs:

Customizable dog tags

Custom canine ears

(will add more soon, I just figured you've waited long enough and was excited to get this out!)

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[luminouslywriting]

I know you get a million anons for MOTA, but! Do you ahead any headcanons on what the guys would be like in the modern era? What types of jobs they'd have, their taste in movies/music/books/TV shows? Personally I think Gale would listen to a lot of podcasts, and Bucky would somehow know all the Gen Z slang even though he would be firmly a zillennial (I say as a zillennial, with love). Also, Brady would have a dating profile that the guys set up for him without his knowledge, and Rosie would be into country music and think it was a secret, even though everyone knows.

^^Gif is not mine and credit goes to carnevol!^

A/N: Sorry it's been so long since you requested this sweetheart! I'm just getting around to it and these asks have been rotting for a while, so my apologies! But I hope you enjoy! As always, my requests remain open and I don't mind spam!

Gale Cleven:

-For work, I either see him doing some sort of landscaping/construction business or being in teaching at the local college.

-He's still an old-fashioned sorta guy, even today—so that means that he isn't big on social media

-He loves audiobooks and podcasts, especially ones on mental health and history

-He definitely doesn't really get into sports, but he religiously watches the Olympics each year and that's his roman empire

-Could spout off the most random of historical facts all while on a date

-Definitely bisexual, but only his closest friends know that

Bucky Egan:

-ZILLENIAL FOR LIFE

-He's always trying to keep up with the slang because he's not necessarily still in the age group that's making the slang, but bless his heart, tiktok teaches him what he lacks

-Speaking of tiktok, he runs a random prank account (that mostly details his pranks on the rest of his friends)

-In a non basic way, he loves starbucks and going to the gym every morning....and yes, he probably posts about it on his story

-A sweet pansexual who just wants some attention

-Probably also the type of person who randomly decides he's gonna do some good deeds and pay things forward while at the grocery store

-For sure listens to Dua Lipa haha

Robert Rosenthal:

-Claims that he loves jazz and old music but secretly listens to country music and Taylor Swift when he's alone

-Probably some sort of professional athlete who has a successful podcast where he talks about music and books

-He's a well rounded man who likes to kick back and enjoy nature

-So he'll randomly go live when he's in the middle of a hike and no one understands what he's saying

-Still gives off grandpa energy--but mostly because he cannot understand GEN Z slang to save his life (though Bucky does try to educate him)

-Definitely the type of person to highlight different charities and causes in person and online to try and help others

John Brady:

-Has a music tiktok where he promotes his own creations, both instrumental and vocally

-Definitely has a dating account that he doesn't know about and gets sent on these dates ALL of the time without knowing it

-Also solidly a Zillenial, leaning more towards Gen Z—he really likes doing morning meditations on his account, but knows way too much about the Area 51 Raid for no reason

-For work, I definitely see him doing something sensible while he's working on his music career; so maybe he's a barista or doing accounting while he's trying to get things to take off

-Misses the college days because life was easier

-Definitely the one who organizes the social events for the boys in the Hundredth (right under Bucky's watchful eye haha)

[noonaishere]

Music of the Heart [J.YH] - ninety-four | fifteen minutes late with no starbucks

He only made you wait fifteen minutes.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” He shouted as he ran over to where you were, arms folded over your chest as you leaned against part of the log fence that demarcated the entrance to the trail.

You stood, “I thought you said you were going to be on time. Fifteen minutes late isn’t on time.”

“I got confused by the weekend bus schedule and missed the first one. I’m sorry.” he bowed, getting onto the floor.

“Okay, oh my god. Get up.” You pulled on his jacket, trying to make him stand. “People are going to think you’ve really wronged me, get up.”

He wouldn’t get up, and you tried to walk away from him instead. He clung to your feet as you tried to get away from him.

“But I’m sorry, noona!”

A few people shot the both of you weird looks as they walked by. You stopped trying to shake him off and tried to make him stand up instead.

“Okay, fine, then you can buy food after. Just get up, people are looking.”

Maddox stood and you helped him dust off his legs. 

“You really are making me into a noona, good god.”

“I forget, are you an only child?”

“I’m the baby.”

“Ohh…” He nodded. “Sorry for being a handful instead of being an oppa.”

You chuckled. “That sounds like something you could use for an Instagram caption.”

He chuckled. “Well,” he whined a short whine as he looked up at the incline you would be hiking. “Lead the way.”

Forty-five or more minutes later you were at the top of a low hill and could see the landscape.

“We can stop here for a bit,” you said as you looked at the view.

Maddox walked up next to you, huffing and puffing. “I’m-- I’m really out of shape.”

“That’s what happens when you sit in a dark room all the time and don’t eat your meals.”

He nodded, or tried, and almost knocked himself over.

“Why don’t we go sit at the picnic table over there?”

He followed you and sat across from you at the table. You turned and looked out at the view again, admiring it.

“It’s really pretty. Even if it is mostly buildings.”

“It is, isn’t it? It’s nice to be on the outside looking in sometimes, instead of the inside looking out.”

“Mhm. You can’t even see the mountain from my apartment anymore since they put another building up. Now I just get laser sun instead from the reflection of the windows.”

You nodded. “I would never want to go back to my family, but I do kind of miss the town I grew up in. There was just more… plants and green and fresh food and stuff. Not that I got to see a whole lot of it since I was always cooped up inside either at school or at violin lessons.”

Maddox nodded.

The two of you shared in the gentle silence for a few minutes as the few people who were also out early passed by and nodded hello as they did so. The lack of urban noise meant you could hear the wind rustling in the trees for a change. It was healing.

“Stuck in the city… inside looking out… trapped in the gritty, gray walls close in…”

You turned to look at Maddox as he sang softly, looking at the view. He jumped, nearly surprising himself with his speed as he shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone, furiously typing the lyrics he was thinking up. You didn’t want to disturb him so you looked back at the view while you listened to the frantic tapping of his fingers on the keyboard. 

After a couple of seconds he paused and hummed a tune. He hummed it again, made a noise of displeasure, and hummed it slightly differently. You took your own phone out and turned back around, the recording app open and running already as you held it up for him to hum into.

“Oh--thanks.”

He hummed as he worked on the lyrics and the two of you sat like that for the next thirty minutes, other hikers giving you quizzical looks as they went by, electing not to bother you.

He put his phone down and smoothed his hands over his hair. “Okay, I think I like it.”

You stopped the recording and saved the file as ‘Hiking’ with the date. 

“Can you send me that?”

“No, I’m keeping it and your song will never be finished. Of course I’m sending it.”

“Sorry for making us sit here for so long.”

“That was the point, wasn’t it?” You sent the file and pointed at his phone. “To come out here so you could clear your head and actually think for a change?”

He checked his phone and saw the file and nodded. “Thank you. And yeah, I guess that’s exactly why we came out here.”

“Do you want to stay longer?”

“Mmm… nah. I think that was all I’m going to get out of it,” he laughed. “Maybe the walk down will help.”

“Down? Dongsaeng, we have another hill first.”

“What?”

“Mhm.”

“Noona~” He whined. 

“Stop or I’ll make us walk the hard trail.” You got up and resumed the hike.

“This is the easy trail?” Maddox asked impetuously as he trailed behind you.

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american suburbia is a lie and so is american urbanism now that we live in a capitalist post-dystopia

because walkability is probably never going to be achieved in our lifetimes. Does anyone else ever just sit and think about this? I grew up as a kid in the suburbs and now live as an adult in the city. Yes, I know there's privilege within both of these living situations, but I also think that American "Exceptionalism" is not anything of the sort and should be criticized when most suburbs have no good public transport or even things to do. How is a person supposed to be enriched in a social way, to have fun with their friends, to build community?

Just imagine what a walkable community could look like. Within five to ten minutes of you, you have the essentials for living and some enjoyable things too. A grocery store. A cafe A daycare. A school. A gas station. A park with a playground. A library. Then imagine that within twenty minutes, you have your workplace, you have a place to go shopping, a good restaurant, a town hall, a community college, a couple of bars. Within half an hour's travel time by public transport, there are things that are less essential for survival, but still important for recreation and cultural enrichment: there's a museum, a strip club, a spot to go hiking, a fancy restaurant, a sports facility, a live theatre venue. If you travel out an hour or so away there are other towns to visit, cities nearby that you can venture into on the weekends, and the highway is very short.

These things are much more achievable in the city, but are so corporate that it can't even foster community. Your local cafe is a Starbucks, your local restaurant is a Chili's, and even the arts centers are privatized. We don't live in communities, we live in Walmart parking lots. We live in Disney World. America is not a real country.

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YOU TASTE THE SILVER - IvanTill WIP (Part 7)

Somehow, these two last POVs turned out bigger than I expected. I think I can keep up the one POV change per day here before I post the full chapter on AO3, but I don't promise anything.

Also, I have plans for how many chapters it'll be! Yay me.

ON AO3 - part one - part two - part three - part four - part five&six

Till was... nervous. For more than one reason.

Firstly, he was getting ready for Mizi's concert. He'd be nervous enough to go to any show, since crowded places made him antsy, but this was a meet and greet. He bought a new jacket exclusively for this, and was trying very hard not to be weird about using perfume and generally dressing up for the occasion.

Secondly, he had Navi's number. He hadn't said anything after that first exchange, too awkward to try and make small talk but he found himself... wanting to.

He refused to let Hyuna send the messages, since she was halfway ready to demand to see Navi's ID. It was awkward but then... Then Navi had said all those things, about how much he liked Till's music, how Till deserved more recognition than what he got...

It made Till's stomach swoop, his cheeks colored red.

It reminded Till of those days when he had only 100 followers, when Navi would send 100$ donations solely to max the character limit as he talked about how much he liked Till's lyrics, how his mixing made him feel, how he couldn't believe Till didn't have a record deal yet.

After that short text conversation, Hyuna had changed her "bored office worker" theory to a "disillusioned producer", and for once Till was inclined to agree.

Still meant he was far from understanding why Navi would send him so much money.

"Till, are you ready?" Hyuna calls out, startling Till out of his thoughts. He gives a last once-over to his outfit, deems it ready, and goes to greet her.

Hyuna is wearing a black tank-top, cargo pants, hiking boots and a leather jacket he's sure once belonged to Dewey when he still ran with a motorcycle gang. She rolls his eyes at his face.

"Ready to go? We need to be in the venue in half an hour if we want to get in at a good time." He nods, checking that the clear bag he's bringing has all his necessary documents.

Tickets? Check. ID? Check. His first Mizi album and custom photocard binder? Check. A handwritten letter for Mizi? Check. Extra pens in case he or other fans need it? Check. A truly unholy number of phone charms he made himself the night before to exchange with fans? Check. He makes grabby hands to Hyuna, waiting until she puts all her stuff in the bag as well before shouldering it.

"You're such a mother hen." She says, grinning. "I heard we might not be allowed in with food, so I sent Isaac to get something from the convenience store we can eat on the way."

"Oh, good idea. He's meeting us there?" He asks, perking up. He really wasn't looking forward to surviving on granola bars for the day.

They end up meeting Isaac in the car, since he and Dewey are driving them and Hyuna wanted to re-touch her makeup. Isaac gets them both sandwiches, as well as a pack of chips to eat in the queue. He also gets two starbucks packaged drinks, black coffee for Hyuna, and caramel frappuccino for Till.

Luckily, the queue isn't too big; the meet-and-greet isn't open for a lot of people, so Till spends his time waiting by chatting with fellow fans, discussing the new album, and even meets one of his own fans, Mizi's Boots, who he remembers as an occasional chatter who mostly comes for his mixing streams.

She's very flustered that he remembers, but eventually they settle into some more normal conversations, Hyuna teasing them both about bringing so many phone charms to trade. He makes sure to put hers on his phone right away, since she takes care to pick one that matches his streaming set-up.

It also reminds him that... he has Navi's number.

He should send a message, right? Just to say he's at the venue. He did a few lives since getting the tickets, and only commented that he'd be going on the last one, so as to not give his fans any time to buy tickets to search him out instead of Mizi.

Navi had said nothing to indicate he was the one who sent the tickets, a simple "I hope hyung has fun!!" was all he sent.

He decides not to overthink it, and takes out his phone to take a selfie of him, with Hyuna in the background talking to a fan of hers. He hunts for Navi's contact.

You [ 4:44 ] On the line to see Mizi. Thanks again for the tickets. [IMG.7347]

He closes his phone, ignoring the flutter in his stomach to focus on the experience at hand. It's almost time to go in.

The queue moves forward,

"Chill, Till. You've watched these events like a thousand times on livestreams, it's going to be fine." Hyuna says, after they're already seated in the auditorium. He's glad his fan was seated far away from them, since he'd feel awful if she watched him losing his cool like this.

"Okay, but what if I trip and fall right in front of her? What then?" Till frets, combing one hand through his hair. Hyuna rolls her eyes, opening her mouth to tease him some more when the lights dim and a manager comes on-stage to announce Mizi.

Till immediately forgets his nerves, leaning forward to watch better. Mizi walks on-stage already waving, a radiant smile on her face. She's dressed more casually than she usually is for shows, with her glasses on. Her long pink hair is left free, bouncing as she moves to say hi to everyone on the first roll.

Till doesn't even see Hyuna settle down, focused on Mizi. She does a little QNA, pointing at people to answer. Most questions are pretty simple, like how's Mizi's doing, what's her favorite song from the newest album, favorite snack, and so on. She even calls on Hyuna, who asks if Mizi likes video games.

(Apparently, she's an Animal Crossing player. Till is so endeared, he loves her, oh god.)

After that fanfare, she sits on the stage, legs dangling closer to the first row, and sings My Clematis with her guitar. She thanks everyone, asks for five minutes to get some water, and the fansign begins.

Till has... a vague idea of the hour or so that happened between then and his turn. He knows Hyuna leans in to talk to him, mindless chatter about their streams and their next collab, about how Luka's workflow is increasing so she's thinking of paying for another chat mod.

In the blink of an eye, he's sliding on a chair in front of Mizi, and out of the hundred times he's imagined this meeting, he'd never have though of this.

She squints at him, tilting her head to the side, and says; "Oh, you're Till, right? The streamer?"

Till's face is so hot he thinks he's going to die.

[checkered-tailed-maverick]

i'm like pretty sure were from/in the same town, so do you wanna like go for like a hike? we can meet up at that coffee place that isn't starbucks? (ᵔ.ᵔ) [ @birdsonthefence]

Oh! Yeah, sure! I asume your talking about Beanie's- because I actually work there part time. We might see some Blue Jays if we're lucky, the timing is right for them, and I thought I heard one yesterday on my way back from the theatre.

[aerodaltonimperial]

Ship of your choice. ‘ "I think... I'm in love with (Name)" || "Congrats on being the last one to find out” ‘

(💚🖤 sorry i'm in hyperfixation mode i gotta write 5 more fics to get to #1 for both of them)

7:29 PM sure, i'll text you after i'm back as long as i don't get fuckin jumped or some shit lol

"You better not," Jack grumbles to his phone in the other locker room.

"Are you talking to yourself again?" Hook asks, without looking up.

"Darby," Jack says, while typing out a quick reply of don't fuck up your back again, we're gonna have to buy stock in IcyHot. "He thinks he's gonna get jumped again. I should probably go back to the tunnels, make sure nothing happens."

"Uh huh," Hook replies, absently. He's scrolling through Instagram. "When's the last time you did that for me?"

"You don't need it," Jack points out.

Hook looks up, unimpressed, and rolls his eyes. "LFI literally fucking knocked me out last week. You didn't even notice."

"Okay, but Lucha is probably gonna go after Darby," Jack says. "I have to be there for that, y'know? And also I noticed!"

"You noticed when I texted you about it."

"No, I knew it before then."

Hook sighs. "I had to text you, literally, hey LFI just fucking punched me in the head, do you have any ibuprofen and you ignored me for an hour."

"That wasn't my fault, Christian was taunting Darby backstage. You know how obnoxious he is. I was busy."

"Nothing even happened. Christian didn't want to damage his Gucci turtleneck."

Jack shakes his head. "But something could have. Jeez, Hook."

The expression Hook levels him with is very, very unimpressed now. Jack stares back at him, a battle of wills, until finally he says, "Don't look at me like that."

"Jack."

"Whatever you're going to say, it's not a thing."

"I invited you to New York last week and you said, and I quote, 'haha I'm busy all week'."

"I was busy all week, I was in Atlan—"

"I tried to get you to come out to dinner with me and a remarkably good-looking group of single women, and you said, 'No, Hook, I don't feel like Thai food'."

"Okay, well I didn't."

"We were going for Mexican."

Jack groans. "I had other plans!"

"I know you did," Hook says, waving his phone. "I know, because you always have other plans. I try to get you to do a Starbucks run, and you'd rather have shitty gas station coffee en route to the local skate park. I asked you if you wanted to be super impulsive and go to London for a few days, and you told me you had to check with someone else first, and then, by the way, you never got back to me. I asked if you were going to Caleb the med staffer's wedding, and you told you that you already have a plus one, which wasn't even what I fucking asked."

"Hook, okay, so I've been maybe a little bit distant, but I'm not—"

"Jack," Hook says, with the sort of infinite patience that Jack knows he'll pay for later, "when is the last time you went on a date?"

Jack stares at him. Stares, and stares, and stares, and then says, "No."

"Yes," Hook replies, eyebrows hiked.

"That's not..."

Hook spreads his hands wide, his left hand still holding his phone.

"No, Hook, I'm not..." Jack trails off. Stops. His stomach drops low as his veins turn to ice. "Oh my god. Oh my god. I'm... oh my god, I think I'm in love with Darby."

"No shit," Hook snorts. "Congrats on being the last one to find out."

"Holy shit." Jack can't breathe. "Do you... do you think everyone knows?"

"Yes," Hook says.

Jack's vision blurs a little at the sides. "Do you think Darby knows?"

"Yes," Hook repeats.

"OH MY GOD," Jack says, quite reasonably and measured. "WHAT DO I DO."

"He's just waiting for you to make a move, dude," Hook says, and goes back to scrolling on his phone as though Jack's life has not just fundamentally imploded. "So... you should probably do that. Like, maybe immediately. Mostly so you can stop lying to yourself and being so annoying about it."

"WHAT," Jack replies, a picture of serenity.

"Just, like, I dunno, find a closet or something? Or the rafters? Somewhere where I don't have to see you shove your tongue down his throat. As a courtesy. To my delicate eyeballs."

He then ignores Jack's ten consecutive panic attacks, which, honestly, is really just the worst.

[monkeytrick]

This is my weekend as a 28-year-old living in Chicago. Started my day off with a Guru and making my bed. It was mental health awareness day at my company, so I got brunch with my friend Lizzy and had a few drinks. Then I met up with Evelyn and we kayaked to the Chicago river. It was actually pretty dope. Priscilla had never been to the field museum, so we had to check it out. Then we headed to El Paraiso for some drinks and vibes. The tacos were scrumptious. We also got a margarita tower? So… yeah. After that I had to take my forerunner to the shop to get a new transmission, then I then I came home and just chilled a little, before going to see Bill Maher at the Chicago Theatre. He absolutely crushed it. After the show, I met up with Lindsey Jacobellis and her sister, Malmo, for tequila shots, and yet another marg tower. It was so much fun. Then we went to Rind for their stuffed pineapple which was absolutely to die for. And their snow crab is pretty good too. Here’s a brow brow in Tomlin Square, with Jake, Ben, and Jordan - my friends are the craziest. More drinks, then we went to Rose Mary for small bites, and somehow we ended up going to Medieval Times. I don’t know, the rest of the night was kind of a blur. Woke up Saturday and took Lunch for a waltz, we found a cicada skin and I tried to get him to eat it, but he didn’t. Another Guru, then a much needed pork chop from the Golden Nugget. Rosie invited me to The Museum of Ice Cream, which was actually pretty dope. She’s so precious. Then we got hungry, so I made pesto aioli to put on some Italian hoagies. After a couple rounds of Zathuro, we went to the world’s largest Starbucks, then met up with McKenzie and Marvin at The Museum of Ice Cream, which was actually pretty dope. Got a marg tower, then I had a dessert date with Kara at The Museum of Ice Cream, and then we got hungry so we grabbed a bite at Wendell’s. Me and Gira had reservations at HideSeek for their alpana, and then got lomo at Tanta, which I highly recommend. I was pretty wiped, so then I just chilled for a few. Met up with my girlfriend Darla at Legoland, then caught a rooftop movie with our friend, K.P., and stopped at Target on the way to Bobobo for drinks, then stopped at Target before going to Cafe Menu at the east loop for Georgina’s 45th. I got the #6, which includes pizza, salad, stir fry, and pasta. Which I highly recommend. Tyler had an acoustic set at the plunge hole, so I stopped by that, and then went to Ben’s performance at a docuragan restaurant. Then it was time for dinner at D’Angelo’s, where you have to get the cheeseburger egg rolls tacos and tacos. I got a spare of marg towers, then I totaled one in linkin park and had a beautiful drive home. I spent the night teaching guitar online and watched Trumblo for like the billionth time. Woke up on Sunday and hit T.J.’s in Phillis with Alice and Peckler, my wife and husband thought it would be a good day for a hike, so we… did that. After that, I ranked every girl I know on a scale of 1-10, then wrote apology letters to the sub-4s. Yet another marg tower. Went on a hike with Erin, then Friendsgiving at Lina’s condo. And we played some VR and made hot dogs and saw a comedy show and saw a comedy show and made some aioli. So I guess that was my weekend

[deadlifts-and-deadlines]

Ender and I had the best day yesterday! It was nothing special, just a great day.

First, we went to the gym with my friends. The power went out as soon as we got there, but we stayed and got it done 🤣 Then we went and rucked in the park while Ender rode his bike, then my friends left and Ender and I played at the playground until it started to rain too hard, so we went to Panera (where it was $28 dollars for my five year old and I to each have a lunch and get a shared lemonade and a cookie! 🤯🤯🤯 I love Panera, but wow, it do be costing!) grabbed some Starbucks, and came home to do jigsaw puzzles and crafts (the mondo llama summer craft kits from Target are so good right now, FYI). Then Ender played a little Luigi’s Mansion while I cleaned up a bit, and then we made spaghetti together, Ender did a bath bomb, then when he was getting out of the bath he decided he wanted to pretend he was a fish coming to live on the land for the first time - which was the perfect segway into watching Luca 🤣 - then we read some books, and went to bed. That 8pm bedtime for both of us plus the small dog is elite and I will be so sad the day I have to give it up and stay up later 🤣

Anyway, I love five year old Ender, he is so sweet and fun, and I really want to make the most out of our “last” summer together before he starts school full time and it isn’t just us all the time any more. We are going to go see the Garfield movie this week, and I’m going to try and plan another short destination hike for this week as well. I’m so happy I’m feeling better and have the energy to do things like this again!

[lastoneout]

Okay so the reason Laventon is willing to drop everything to help Ingo walk across Sinnoh to figure out who he is(aside ofc from being a recklessly good person who likes making friends and helping people) is bcs he's got that Hisuian sneasel egg, and you know what's a great way to hatch pokemon eggs? Walking around.

Cyllene ofc comes bcs she is also a good person and likes helping people even if she doesn't show it, and also also bcs she knows if she lets Ingo and Laventon go by themselves they're going to get killed. (She is mistaken in thinking her going along will change this, none of them have the braincell, the game was rigged from the start, ect.)

BUT ALSO LISTEN OKAY we can take this in a HILARIOUS direction. Usually, the trainers who walk across regions are young. Under 16 for sure. And kids have stamina and energy and can sleep anywhere and push themselves pretty far without dying. Ingo, Laventon, and Cyllene are like at least 30. They are TIRED. Their legs HURT. Achy BACKS! Fuckin' going to bed at 9pm! Camping? Oh, they are complaining about sleeping on the ground. Up with the sun? Cyllene maybe. Lav is "awake". Ingo is...not. They are going to poke-verse starbucks before anything else.

And I mean in PLA Cyllene and Lav probably have a lot of stamina bcs field work and such, but this is the modern day. Laventon works at a university. Cyllene exercises but she has a desk job. Ingo's probably the fittest out of all of them on account of the battling but like, walking across the country? No. These bitches are Tired Ass Adults. It's been years since any of them did anything CLOSE to this.

Like pls my nearly 28 y/o ass wants to feel represented by some useless exhausted adults slowly dying as they go on an impromptu hike across half the country. Bonus points if at one point Dawn, Lucas, and Barry show up and are like "this is fun! why are you all so tired! we love camping!" to which the other three just stare off into the distance with bags under their eyes having an internal crisis as they realize they're old now.

[spirallingstarcases]

im curious abt the piano in the woods 👀👀

oooo okay so this one is a peterick fic where pete’s a spirit tied to this magical piano in the woods (hence. yeah) and i was gonna have patrick stumble upon this piano and like. fall in love with it because it’s a gorgeous piano and we all know he can’t resist a musical instrument. and one day while he’s playing it, this guy (pete) shows up and he’s very mysterious but then it gets revealed that pete is a nature spirit and patrick moves the piano into his house and through the power of love they form a band and whatnot etc etc.

snippet 🔽

Deep in the woods, shaded by trees stretching miles high, surrounded by thick bushes, and creeping with ivy, is a standing piano. It’s a dark, brassy brown, with weathering keys made of ivory, and lovingly carved fleur-de-lis and oak leaves set into its panels. The wood is weathered and faded in places where the sun frequently rests, but the lacquer hasn’t lost its sheen, and it’s always in tune.

It sits, nestled into the brush and the grass and the dirt, and waits.

Patrick is so close to shoving his foot up this lady’s ass, and resisting the urge is making his neck sweat.

“I’m truly, truly sorry, but due to the shipping delay, we won’t have oat milk again until tomorrow,” he explains for the eighteenth fucking time.

“This is an outrage,” the lady screeches. Her neck stretches higher as she attempts to posture up to him, like an extendable straw. “This is-is—This is against my rights!”

Patrick sighs. She’s been raving about rights and outrages and calling the police (over oat milk? seriously?) for eleven minutes and thirty four seconds now, and Patrick is about to just give up and launch fair trade paper cups at her until she leaves. “I’m sorry, ma’am. Could I recommend the Starbucks two blocks over? I’m sure they have the services you are looking for.”

“Y-You!” She splutters. Her face is bright red and glistening with effort and misplaced rage, and there’s spit all over Patrick’s counters.

Finally, finally, Patrick’s replacement walks in through the belled doors.

“Hi,” Andy calls out. “Sorry about the wait. You said there’s a problem with a customer?” Patrick could kiss Andy right about now. Andy Hurley, co-owner of Groove Beans Cafe (<- no), is wearing a worn tank top that shows off all of his muscles and heavily tattooed skin, his signature basketball shorts are hiked up on his waist so his thigh tattoos are also as visible as possible, and he’s holding a black baseball bat that’s chipped at the edges.

The lady takes one look at him, pales dramatically, and leaves. Not even a good-fucking-bye, Patrick thinks. Not that he wants her to continue talking for even one more second.

“You are a fucking god-send,” Patrick praises.

Andy shrugs and slips his hoodie back on. It’s embroidered with a little coffee cup, and it’s got both their initials on it. “Couldn’t leave you to the sharks. Besides, I could feel the tip jar getting full.”

Patrick sends a flat stare as Andy looks into the “tip jar” (a giant mug with I <3 UR MOM hand painted on it) and shakes it so the coins clink. “For someone who’s so against capitalism,” Patrick says, “you sure love money.”