#that’ll be my dinner for tonight and tomorrow

[planetsallalign]

House to myself for the next 3 weeks. Starting it off strong;

No pants. Chicken shawarma ordered for delivery. Are You Being Served? playing on the TV.

[icterid-rubus]

I’ve got a bizarre and predictable cycle of making friends getting very excited about hanging out and seeing them a lot and then becoming terrified and tired of hanging out and it’s annoying

[badolmen]

Blehg

[letters-to-lgbt-kids]

My dear lgbt+ kids, 

I believe that one of the best things you can do for your mental wellbeing is to just give yourself things to look forward to. 

Your mind may go to expensive purchases or life changing experiences now, these bucket list items like “a month long international vacation” or “getting my own car” (or even something like “buying a whole new wardrobe and re-inventing myself after I come out” or “making queer friends once I graduated and moved out and cut my parents out of my life”) - but that’s not what I am talking about right now. In fact, for our purposes here it’s better if it’s not something like that! 

Big goals and long-term dreams are cool! Don’t give up on them! But if our only sources of that giddy “I can’t wait to do that!” energy are things that may only happen in a few years (or “when I get rich” or “once I’m healed” or “when I get braver” or maybe even never), well, that’s a good recipe for feeling unfulfilled and like our current life is empty and boring compared to that shiny fantasy. You’ll miss out on a lot of joy when you save up all your feelings of excitement for the “later”. 

So, this isn’t about big bucket list stuff and it also isn’t about any classic self-improvement techniques. If you look forward to exercise or meditation, all the more power to you (because obviously you’ll reap the mental health benefits of those things plus those giddy feelings)… but first and foremost this is about joy. 

This is about seeing the magic in the ordinary things, in the here and now (and yes, that sounds pretty lame. Sometimes you gotta be lame to be happy!). 

It���s also about feeling in control of your life. In order to look forward to something, you need to intentionally pick something to do. And that’ll feel so much better than just passively letting life happen to you or waiting for your “real life” to start or letting some algorithm choose which content to consume until it’s time for bed. It’s about not postponing joy until life gets better but making life better by making it more joyful!

So, how do you teach yourself to look forward to things and which things work best?

You need to set a (small, pleasant, easily achievable) goal and follow through on it.

It can be a small, special treat or reward, like “On Monday I’ll buy a candy bar after work” or “I’ll make a cup of my favorite tea tomorrow morning”. It can also just be being mindful of the things you do anyway: if you always listen to music while on the train, don’t just hit shuffle once you sit down and instead deliberately choose a specific album you want to listen to before you board the train. 

The trick is just to intentionally pick something fun to do and then let yourself feel pumped about doing it and then follow through with actually doing it. It doesn’t even need to be anything new or different than usual! If you always make pasta for dinner because that’s your favorite dish, then just deliberately spend some extra thought during the day on how freaking awesome it is that you get to eat your favorite dish again tonight! 

When you’re new to this, it’s best to pick something that’s in the near future, like later that day or the day after. You get time to build up excitement but you also get to follow through pretty quickly. So your brain gets to make the connection that happily looking forward to something is “worth it”! 

This can feel a bit ridiculous and fake at first, especially if you’re usually not an overly cheerful person. It’s okay if it feels a bit silly to be joyful about the prospect of eating pasta. Good news is, this is something where you can absolutely “fake it til you make it”. You may have to consciously remind yourself to be excited about it at first (it’s okay to use little helpers, like notifications on your phone or a good old sticky note somewhere you’ll see it!) - but even when it’s fake at first, your brain will forge those pathways and over time “happily looking forward to things” will become a natural habit that’ll add a bit of sparkle to the ordinary! 

And especially for those “waiting until I can be myself” cases: Yeah, finding magic in the ordinary will not “fix” living with homophobic parents or gender dysphoria. But it’ll give you some moments of light while you wait for things to get better. And you deserve that. Lighting some candles while waiting in the dark will always beat just sitting in the dark.

With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Dad 

[harrywavycurly]

Their date? Please??🥺👉👈

Hiii babes!! So I’ll give you the end of their date that’ll still give you some details of what went on and what they did but mainly it gives you the most important thing, their first kiss so I hope you enjoy!💖

-find all things Southern Comfort here✨

A/N: Harry is as always a gentleman while you just don’t want him to have neck problems✨

Harry is anxious, he knew the evening was going to have to come to an end eventually and he can tell by the way your smile is a little softer and your eyes are beginning to get the slightest bit droopy that you’re tired. He knows you’re naturally an early riser and he has kept you out since around five this evening and when he looks at his watch and sees it’s nearly half past eleven he can understand why you’re giggling as you try and fail to hold back a little yawn as the two of you walk down the street towards your apartment. He’s been dreading the ending of this date since he picked you up and he knows exactly why and he’s just hoping you don’t pick up on his sudden change in mood as he gives your hand that’s in his a little squeeze as the stairs that lead to your door come into view.

“You know sugar I think this is the longest first date I’ve ever been on.” Your voice is soft and just the slightest bit teasing as the two of you stop at the bottom of your stairs.

“I just thought dinner alone would be too boring.” He explains as he turns so he’s fully facing you and grabs your other hand. You look up at him and smile when you see he’s already looking at you.

“Well I did enjoy that little wine bar you took us to that was very cute.” He smiles as he begins to run his thumbs over your knuckles. “And ending it with a casual stroll around town? Very nice touch.” He laughs as you shoot him a playful wink, but you know he’s grateful to hear you enjoyed the date he spent hours pacing his living room trying to plan.

“We do love a good stroll don’t we sweetheart?” He asks as he lets go of one of your hands so he can reach down and brush some hair behind your ear making you smile.

“We sure do.” You give his hand a little squeeze as he briefly looks away from you and glances around the empty street. “I really did have a great time tonight Harry.” His face lights up as you say his name and he swears it’s something he’ll never get tired of hearing you say because he loves the way it just rolls off your tongue.

“A good enough time to do it again? Maybe tomorrow morning? I can bring you breakfast and we can go look around that thrift store you told me about last week?” He doesn’t miss the way your eyes light up and a small smirk forms on your face as your free hand grips onto his bicep making him raise an eyebrow.

“Good lord sugar warn someone before you just bust out a line like that. About made me go all wobbly kneed.” Harry can’t help the laugh that escapes him as you let go of his arm and place it on his chest. “You practiced that didn’t you?” Your eyes are teasing as they look into his and he feels his cheeks get hot.

“How am I supposed to make sure my lines are up to your standards if I don’t practice?” Your laugh makes him grin as you give his chest a playful pat. He feels his heart begin to beat a little faster as he looks down at you and he knows it’s now or never. “May I kiss you?” At first he thinks you didn’t hear him because you let go of his hand and he feels the corners of his mouth drop as your hand slips off of his chest.

“Oh god is it too soon? I shouldn’t have asked I’m an idiot-” his tone is full of panic as he watches you turn around and take a step so you’re on the first step of your small staircase that leads to your door.

“I just don’t want you straining your neck honey that’s all.” Your reassuring soft tone interrupts his rambling and makes all his anxiousness wash away and he’s no longer panicking as he sees you’re now almost eye to eye with him. “But yes you may kiss me sugar plum.”

Your smile is enough to make his knees want to give out but he just takes a small step closer to you and places a hand on your face so it’s cupping your cheek and he smiles when he feels you lean into his touch. Before he can overthink it he leans down, not nearly as as much as he would have if you weren’t standing on the stairs, and presses his lips to yours in what he meant to be a sweet kiss. His eyes are closed and he feels like he’s floating when all of a sudden he feels your hands go to the back of his neck pulling him closer in an effort to deepen the kiss, so he just places his free hand on your hip giving it a squeeze.

“Sorry that wasn’t very ladylike of me.” Harry chuckles as you pull away with a smile on your face as you play with the hair at the back of his neck.

“You’re making being a gentleman very hard.” He teases as he places a kiss to your forehead before he drops his hand from your cheek.

“I’ll behave myself from now on.” He just playfully rolls his eyes as you slide your hands from the back of his neck to his chest. “See you tomorrow sugar plum.” Harry feels like his heart is actually going to explode as you reach up slightly and place a quick kiss to his lips before you turn around letting his hand drop from your hip so it falls to his side. He watches you walk up the steps and he gives you a smile and a wave when you turn to look at him after you unlock your door.

“She’s gonna be the death of me.” He mumbles to himself after you walk inside your apartment and close the door. He lets out a deep sigh of content and runs a hand over his face and he knows that even if he wanted to, which he doesn’t, there’s no getting rid of the smile on his face as he starts his walk home.

[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

oml~~~ plz give us a part 2 to bad idea right

Hiiii! I hope you like it:)

Bad Idea Right? - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader - Part 2

Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Part 1, Part 3

Summary: After hooking up with your brother's best friend, you can't wait to do it again.

A/N: I got a message from an anon saying that my smut needed to be more detailed and longer. I tried to do that with this, and I hope y'all like it!

The next day, you woke up to your brother and Ethan yelling. You decided to go check it out and saw the two boys on the living room floor, playing Mario Kart.

“You’re cheating!” your brother yelled, as Ethan knocked his character off the side of Rainbow Road.

“I am not!” Ethan yelled, as his character came in first place.

“You know I would’ve won if you didn’t pull that shit,” your brother said, before looking over to you. “Good morning! Sorry if we woke you up. Ethan’s a cheater.”

You let out a sleepy laugh in response as you sat on the couch behind them, watching them continue to play. After a while, you started to call Ethan out for not playing fair.

“Nothing is fair in Mario Kart,” he said, as you rolled your eyes.

“Give me the controller,” you said to your brother, who’d just come in 5th place because of Ethan.

He passed you the controller, and you played just as dirty as Ethan. After you were coming up to the end of the third lap and you saw his character in front of you, you sent a bomb to him, as you went past him and won first place.

“What the fuck?” Ethan said, as your brother looked over to you.

“She’s ruthless, dude,” he said, “Are you guys hungry?”

“Starving,” you and Ethan both said at the same time.

“Let’s go to the diner down the street,” your brother suggested.

As you sat in the booth across from your brother and Ethan, your friend that your brother had been talking to from the night before walked in with her family. When she saw you, she sat down on your side of the table.

Her family greeted you, before taking a seat at a table a few down from yours.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” she said to her family, sliding into the seat beside you.

“Hey,” you said, giving her a side hug.

She greeted everyone at the table, before your brother started a conversation with her.

“Hey, I’m leaving to go back to school tomorrow, but I was wondering if you’d like to go to dinner with me tonight?” he asked, flashing her a smile.

“Yeah, that sounds fun,” she smiled, a blush creeping up on her cheeks.

“Why do you have to go back tomorrow?” you groaned. You hated how short his visits were.

“You’ll get me for two whole weeks during spring break,” he said, before making small talk with your friend.

You and Ethan didn’t say much to each other, just exchanging occasional glances. It almost felt a little awkward, because you didn’t have the chance to talk the night before after everything happened. You knew you felt the connection there, but you didn’t know if he did, too.

As you got ready to leave, and your friend went back to her family, your brother was beaming.

“I just ask that the two of you don’t kill each other while I’m gone tonight,” he said, “It’ll only be a couple hours, but dad’s taking mom to a winery and won’t be back ‘til later. It’ll just be the two of you.”

“That gives me a couple hours to kick your ass at Mario Kart,” Ethan said, smirking at you.

“Yeah, like that’ll happen,” you said, playfully nudging him.

As the day flew by, your brother set the controller down for the game he was playing with Ethan.

“I need to get ready for my date,” he said, standing up from his spot on the floor.

“I want a rematch,” Ethan said to you as your brother walked upstairs.

You smiled as you took your brother’s place on the floor beside him. You both played a few rounds, him losing every time. You were in the middle of another round when you heard the squeaky knob for the shower turn on. Ethan set his controller on the floor.

“Are you finally giving up?” you asked, smirking at him.

“No,” he whispered as he leaned closer.

He laid you back on the floor with seconds, his lips attached to yours. It was escalating quickly, his tongue slipping past your lips as his hands started to roam your body. Once he started to massage one of your breasts over your shirt, you felt your pussy start to throb, and you knew you didn't have time to do anything else before your brother left.

“We need to stop,” you said against his lips.

At that moment, you heard the stairs creak as your brother make his way down. The two of you sat up, grabbing your controllers.

“You guys okay?” your brother asked, noticing the heavy breathing coming from both of you.

“Yeah, intense game,” you said, trying to play it off.

“Okay, well I’m leaving now,” he said, grabbing his keys off the coffee table.

“You look so handsome!” you said, taking in his appearance as your brother rolled his eyes.

“I wanted to look nice, it is a first date,” he said, making his way through the hallway and out the front door.

“Have fun!” you yelled after him.

Ethan’s lips were right back on yours as soon as the door closed. As he sat in his spot, you straddled his lap, your fingers lacing in his hair. You felt his hard cock pressing on your ass when you started to grind against him. His hands gripped your hips, moving you faster against him.

“Let’s go to my room,” you said, pulling away.

You held his hand as you led him up the stairs and into your room. His lips reconnected with yours, before gently pushing you back on the bed. He attacked your neck with kisses as he grinded his erection against you.

"Mmm, I need you," you got out, as he chuckled against your neck.

"Be patient, baby."

His hands went to the hem of your shirt, lifting it up and over your head. He reached back behind you to unhook your bra, before grabbing onto one of your breasts and taking his nipple in his mouth. Your back started to arch when he swirled his tongue.

“Fuck,” you gasped, as he moved to the other side.

“I’m so fucking hard right now,” he said against you, as his lips moved further down your body.

Whimpers slipped past your lips the closer he got to where you needed him most.

He slid your pants down your legs, before placing kisses all over your thighs. You moaned when he sucked on your flesh, gently grazing his teeth against your inner thighs. He reached up to rub you against your clothed pussy.

“Fuck that feels good,” you whispered.

His fingers kept moving, the material getting more soaked by the second.

He slid your panties to the side to rub slow circles on your clit. His eyes stayed on yours as he teased you, the sounds pouring out of your mouth was quickly becoming his new favorite. He slid one of his fingers inside of you, moving it back and forth. Your breath hitched in your throat when he added another and moved his fingers against that special spot inside of you. He watched his fingers slide in and out of you, your wetness coating him.

“Fuck,” he groaned as your walls started to tighten around him.

He leaned forward to wrap his mouth around your clit, the stimulation sending you over the edge.

“Oh shit,” you moaned out, your hips bucking against his hand.

Through your post-orgasm haze, your eyes connected with his as he put his fingers that were inside of you to his mouth.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he said, lust dripping off his words.

You whimpered at the sight as he grabbed the waistband of your panties, sliding them down your legs.

“Wait, can you grab a condom out of that top drawer first?” you asked, thinking about how unsafe you were the night before.

“Of course,” he said, walking to your bedside table and grabbing one.

When he came back over to you, his hands ran across your exposed skin, loving the gasps slipping past your lips. As badly as he wanted to fuck you, he was loving teasing you.

“So beautiful,” he said, placing kisses along your ribs.

“I need you to fuck me,” you moaned out.

“I told you I wanted to take my time with you,” he said, his finger brushing against your clit again.

“Please, Ethan?” you said, begging him for more.

“I need you on all fours, baby,” he said.

You did as he said, getting into the position. Your ass stuck up in the air as he grabbed the condom from his wallet and rolled it on.

He slowly slid inside of you, really taking advantage of all the free time he had with you. As he inched further in, you started to meet his slow thrusts, needing more.

“Fuck,” he whispered, starting to move faster. “I love your pussy.”

“You’re filling me up so good,” you whimpered.

As needy as you were, he still didn’t want to rush through this with you.  You were pleading with him to go faster, but your words were coming out as a mumbled mess.

“What do you need, baby?” he asked, slowing his hips a little.

“Please go faster,” you rushed out, resting your head down against the comforter.

He sped up a little, but he was still holding back.

“Baby, please!” you cried out.

He started to thrust into you at a fast pace. One hand was holding onto your hip while the other was roaming the flesh of your ass.

Your moans kept getting louder, letting him know you were starting to get close. Your hand reached up underneath of you, quickly rubbing your clit.

“Oh my god,” you moaned out.

That feeling inside of you was building up fast as your pussy dripped around Ethan.

“You’re taking me so well,” he groaned out, grabbing your hips to drill into you as fast as he could.

“Fuck…oh fuck…I’m gonna cum,” you cried out.

Your fingers kept circling your swollen clit as your orgasm hit. The intensity of it gave you goosebumps as your hips stuttered against his. Ethan started to chase his own orgasm, gripping your hips so hard you knew you’d have bruises.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned out, his movement slowing as he filled the condom.

He relaxed his grip on your hips, but stayed inside of you for a few minutes, loving the warm feeling of you around him.

When he did pull out, you whined, missing the feeling.

He disposed of the condom in the wastebasket in your room while you turned over to lay on your back.

“No one’s ever made me cum that hard,” you said, your breath steadying as Ethan laid beside you.

“I hope your hips are okay,” he said, with a laugh. “I didn’t mean to hurt you if I did.”

“No, that was perfect,” you said, leaning over to kiss his lips.

“Can we talk?” he said, and your heart started to race.

“Sure,” you said, as he laced his fingers with yours.

"I know that I piss you off, and I know that I’m going back to college tomorrow, but would you like to see where this goes?” he asked.

You sat up to look into his hopeful eyes.

“I’d love to.”

[kteezy997]

Daddy’s Boy- Part Seven//t.c.

Warning: some angst

It was an extremely filling breakfast at the local diner, and you had a great time with the two boys. A part of you felt giddy, like you were on a date that your son just happened to join. You felt like something was really blossoming between you and Timmy again.

Timmy had forbidden you to pay the breakfast bill, and Theo was playing the claw machine piled high with stuffed animals nearby. You had an idea that had been brewing during the meal.

“So I was just thinking: maybe tonight Theo and I could stay at your place? Or maybe just him, if you want to spend time with him one on one.” you hoped he would say “Oh no, I would love for you to come, too.”

Timmy's eyes widened, and he didn’t immediately agree.

Your heart dropped and you were instantly embarrassed.

“Oh, well I would love to have you both, but I have plans tonight, actually.” he slid his hand into his pocket, retrieving his wallet to pay.

You nodded, feeling almost sick to your stomach, “I see. What plans do you have?” you shook your head, knowing you had overstepped, and maybe assumed too much. “No, it’s none of my business.”

“No, it’s okay. It’s just…I’m meeting someone for dinner. A coworker. She, um, asked me to dinner. It’s not that big of a deal.” Timmy tried to brush the whole thing off in front of you.

“She? It’s a date? That’s nice, Timmy.” you weren’t being condescending, but you were masking your true feelings.

He looked at you, shook his head, his curls going wild just for a second, “Not really a date. It’s just dinner.”

“I bet she likes you. Everyone likes you.” And I have fumbled you.

“I hate that stupid game!” Theo grumbled as he came back over to the table.

You cleared your throat, looking at your son, “Hey, we don’t say those words, and you know that.”

“Sorry, Mom. It’s just that I never win anything.” the boy frowned, picking up his little cup of chocolate milk and taking a swig.

“It’s okay, bud, you have plenty of toys at home. And I’ll tell you something that’ll make you feel better.” Timmy said, leaning across the table.

Theo perked up, his eyes glued to his father, “What, what is it?”

“You are gonna come spend the night with me tomorrow night.” he grinned.

“Yeah!" Theo cheered, throwing his arms up in the air like he had won a prize from the claw machine after all, "Sleepover at Daddy’s! Can I bring my Hot Wheels?”

"You can bring whatever you want." Timmy said.

You gave him a look from across the table.

"Within reason." he added.

.............

You were a bit of an emotional wreck for the rest of the day. Timmy went home and you talked Theo into spending the night at your parents' house. You needed a break. You needed time to think.

You needed to talk to someone about your situation with Timmy. You had begun to think that you had let him slip through your fingers, and now you were worried that you would only be Theo's mom in Timmy’s eyes and not a potential partner.

You asked your best friend Lucie to come over and she came through with pizza and her listening, compassionate ears. You had told her everything. She had always liked Timmy; she thought that you were a great match together, and she adored Theo.

"I don't know, Luce, what if he goes out with this other woman and they start dating? My life would be ruined having to see him with someone else.” you put your hand to your head, “And it would be another thing that Theo would have to get used to. Things were going so good. I should have just told him that I wanted to be with him."

"Y/n, you have trauma, not necessarily from Timmy, but from the breakup and not having Theo's father around. Of course, you were skeptical about putting yourself back out there, and you were right to not rush something that you weren't sure about. Especially since you also have Theo’s well-being to consider.”

You sighed, knowing that she was right. "But if it was the right thing, why do I feel like this? It's too late to do anything now."

Lucie frowned, "Who says it's too late? You could leave right now, and stop him from going on that date."

You laughed, "Right now? That's crazy! He could be gone already.

"Let's go, let's go right now!" she said, "We can try to catch him." Lucie grabbed your hand, pulling you, and rushing out of your home. "You are going to tell that man that you love him, and you want to raise Theo together and make more babies." she said, matter-of-factly.

"This is insane!" you yelled, getting into your best friend's car and she sped off into the night. You could feel the adrenaline and exhilaration that the moment was bringing.

…….

You knocked the door of Timmy's apartment, not even certain if he was home. All you had was hope. After a moment, your stomach went sour as there was no answer. You decided to give up, as he was probably out on his date.

You swallowed your pride and realized that it was time to come to terms with your relationship, or lack thereof, with Timmy. This night could be detrimental to your life going forward. He could have a new girlfriend, and everything between you and him would wash away with the changing tide. You decided to walk away.

You were walking away from the door, when suddenly, you heard the turning of a the door knob.

"Y/n?"

You turned around quickly, seeing Timmy standing in the doorway that you had just left. "Timmy." you said, going back over to him, feeling a little dazed because you couldn't believe he was actually there. It wasn't too late!

"Are you okay? Is Theo okay, wh-where is he?" the concern in his eyes made you feel terrible guilt. You had caused him to needlessly worry.

"Oh we're fine! Everything is fine! He's with my parents for the night." you assured him. "I just had to come and see you."

"Y/n, what's going on?" his face softened as he looked at you.

"Timothee, I don't, I don't want you to go on this date tonight, I'm sorry I didn't say anything sooner. And maybe I have no right to say that to you, but-"

"I won't go if you don't want me to." he shook his head, gazing down at you, so tenderly.

You couldn't help but smile a little at what he had said, and for the first time, you felt like your feelings and assumptions were validated. "I love you, Timmy. I've always loved you. I love the man you are and the father you are becoming to our son. I think we... should be together." you felt your throat tighten up with the nerves you were feeling.

He grinned, saying, "I hate that we were ever apart." He took your hand, pulling you close to him.

In an instant, you felt warm and tingly in the best way. You were mush when you were this close to him. You felt at home.

"Come here." He put his forehead to yours, wrapping his arms around you and shutting the door behind you. "I love you too." he kissed your lips softly, then parting to add, "And I love our boy more than anything."

You threw your arms around him as well, and you pressed your lips to his. Your heart and your body were on fire. After a moment, you were making out shamelessly.

Timmy picked you up and took you over to the couch.

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[kthecritter]

closing my requests for the rest of tonight and the entirety of tomorrow. gonna have to wake up early tomorrow to go on a roadtrip to victoria to get my autism assessment, and that’ll basically take all day (commute time + assessment time + time eating lunch and dinner). so sorry if you wanted to request something; I’ll have them open Wednesday morning!

[daydreamsandafternoonteafics]

Let's Pretend It's Love- Chapter 6

banner by ren

I think it’s safe to stay that I was absolutely ecstatic about the way dinner turned out Sunday. Thanks to Harry’s undeniable charm and wit, I had my family completely fooled. I felt this really strong satisfaction by finally looking I had my shit together for once.

Even though my relationship with Harry wasn’t real, the intense power I felt over my family was. It had been a little over a week since dinner at Mum and Dad’s and I’d had no communication with Harry since then. He hadn’t called or texted and he hadn’t come into the shop mostly to Jessa’s dismay. It was totally fine with me though being that we’d practically spent all weekend together. Even though dinner turned out great things were still pretty awkward between Harry and I and I felt it would be best if we spent some time apart to recharge our batteries.

“I’m knackered, Pres. Will you do me a favor and lock up for me tonight?” Jess asked while pulling her spiral curled hair into the best possible bun she could manage. She’d already locked up her office and had her handbag and the rest of her belonging already gathered and ready to go. I don’t know why she asked. Wednesdays were usually my day to lock up anyway.

“Of course I will. Go home and get your beauty rest, love.” I replied rolling up my shirtsleeves. I’d just finished stocking the new shipment of leather that had come in this afternoon.

A sleepy smile settled on Jess’ face. “Thanks, Pres. Don’t burn the place down while I’m gone, yeah?”

I chuckled. “Can’t promise anything. G'night!” I replied with a grin.

“Night! See ya tomorrow!”

With that, Jess sauntered out of the shop, the familiar brass bell ringing behind her.

I hummed softly to myself as I left the storage room and headed back to the front counter to tidy up and lock the cash register. The sun was beginning to set and traffic was dying down so my cab ride home wasn’t bound to be long.I smiled to myself knowing that in little less than an hour I’d be back at my flat stuffing my face with take away, catching up on my Netflix series. and brushing Ollie’s coat. Either I’m going through a quarter life crisis or I’m becoming more and more of a recluse everyday. Normal twenty-five year olds don’t think about takeaway and their cats 24/7.

On my lock up nights, the first thing I ever did before anything else was lock the cash register. In the event that I ever left the shop in a rush, at least the cash register would be locked and Jessa wouldn’t kill me in the morning when she came in only to discover a day or two worth of money gone. The register locked with a satisfying sound and simultaneously the brass bell of the shops door rang indicating a straggling customer. We closed at seven, it was approximately 6:55. This is certainly not this bloke’s lucky day. Unlike Jess, I did not entertain customers past 6:50.

“Sorry mate, we’re closed.” I announced avoiding eye contact with the tardy customer and grabbing a nearby broom.

“I reckon you’d make an exception for your bosses favorite customer, yeah?"That familiar, deep drawl rang.

I quickly spun around dropping the broom in the process and locked eyes with a certain curly headed bloke. The hell is he doing here?

"Shit! Harry. It’s just you.” I spoke nervously bending down to pick up the broom I’d just dropped.

I mentally cursed myself for being so jumpy. So much for looking calm and collected. Now I bet the thinks I’m a ball of nerves. Harry chuckled. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to frighten ya.” He spoke running a hand through his unruly curls.

“S'ok.” I replied as I quickly began sweeping around the area.

Maybe if I avoid him long enough, he’ll go away. Who am I kidding? That’ll never work.

“So what brings you here this fine Wednesday, three minuets till closing?” I asked. Stopping my task for a moment leaning my elbows against the front counter.

Harry grinned revealing his dimples. “I came to see you, actually.” He replied. My eyebrow’s rose in curiosity.

“Me and not the beautiful Jessamine?” I teased.

He chuckled. “ No, just you. You owe me a favor and I’ve finally come up with somethin.” He replied casually propping an elbow on the counter. There’s an ulterior motive. Figures. Guy always have ulterior motives.

I pursed my lips.“Hmm. Fire away but there are limitations.”

Harry grinned. “Go out with me tonight.” As soon as the last syllable escaped his mouth I was positive that somewhere in the world, had a record been playing, it had scratched. For some strange reason I could feel my heart hammering against my chest. He wants me to go out with him. Like on a date?

My eyebrows pinched in confusion.

“What?” I questioned, perhaps a bit too sharply.

Harry blushed staring down at his ragged boots before running a hand through his curls. “I-I mean like grab a few pints with me, yeah?”

I let out a slow breath of relief and smiled. “You could’ve just said that. Are you sure about this? You’ve seen my ugly side when I have alcohol.” I replied as I began gathering my belonging that were behind the counter.

Harry shrugged “I have faith you’ll stay on your best behavior.” My eyebrows rose in a playful manner.

“Such lofty expectations, Styles. But if you insist, I’ll bite.”

*****

“Seems like Keg gets more expensive every week. Price I pay for livin in London, yeah?” Harry asked watching the beer’s foam fizz with careful green eyes as the bartender placed the gorgeous, golden pints in front of us.

This was just the type of mid-week fix I needed. Ever since I’d been old enough to drink, beer had always been one of my favorites. According to Mum and Penny it put on extra weight but I’d never seemed to care.

“Yeah. But it’s worth it. This is a celebration after all. Cheers.” I declared raising my glass.“

Cheers to what?” He asked furrowing his brows.

“Cheers to surviving dinner with the very dysfunctional Taylor family. Don’t think you know what a big accomplishment that is.”

I raised my glass and Harry smirked clinking his glass against mine. Once we’d both taken the opportunity to guzzle the vast majority of our booze, Harry spoke.

“Your family’s not that as bad as you say. Your Dad seems like a fun guy and Penny and Liam are nice enough. I reckon your Mum’s not too keen on me, though” He observed tracing his finger along the brim of his glass.

I rolled my eyes already feeling a buzz from the alcohol.

“You have to excuse my mum. She can be a real bitch sometimes.”

Harry’s green eyes widened. “Hey, hey. That’s your mum you’re talking about!” He exclaimed. By the look on his face I’d just committed a capital crime. It was simply an honest observation.

“It’s only the truth, Harry. Besides not every has the perfect mum like you do.” I replied matter of factly.

That confident, dimpled smirk I’d come to know spread across Harry’s handsome face.“My mum’s not perfect but she’s pretty close.”

I took a long sip of my beer. “You don’t have to brag about it.” I replied playfully smacking his shoulder.

He chuckled and I could tell that the alcohol was taking it’s affect on him by how glossy his green eyes were. “I’ll have to let you meet my mum someday. I think she’d like you.” Even though I felt warm, tinigly and relaxed from the beer, something about Harry’s words did not quite settle well.

It seemed almost every time I had a comfortable moment with Harry there was always something that just made it feel wrong. Maybe he was just the wrong guy for my situation. Maybe there was just no chemistry between the two of us. It’s too late to “break up” with him and find another person. Mum and Penny would be highly suspicious.

“This is never going to work.” I spoke after what felt like an eternity of silence.

“What do you mean?” Harry asked staring at his half empty glass.

I sighed. “I mean you and me. We’re too awkward around each other. You were good Sunday yes but we won’t be able to keep up the act for long if we don’t get over this hump.” Harry furrowed his brows in deep though. I’d noticed he always did that when he was thinking about something deeply.

“I know! We need an ice breaker.” He replied.

I groaned. I hated this part of dating. It was all so cliche and such a chore.

“Fine.”

Harry grinned revealing dimples. “Great. I’ll go first.” He cleared his throat. “Hi, I’m Harry. I’m 25 and I’m from Cheshire, Holmes Chapel to be exact. I like coffee and thrifting and the occasional golf. Juggling is my hidden talent and I used to work in a bakery. I suck at football and I dropped out of Uni. Oh, and Orange is my favorite color.” He finished with a charming grin. What is this? Blind Date?

“Your turn.” Harry announced.

I sighed. This is so cheesy but here goes nothing I guess. “Hi, I’m Presley. I’m 25 and I’m from London. I have a fraternal twin sister which means we’re not identical and I work in leather retail. I like black. I like take away and Netfix and my cat Ollie and I think ice breakers are stupid.” I replied annoyance in every syllable

. Harry reached over and placed his large hand on my tiny shoulder with a grin wide grin. “See that wasn’t so hard, yeah” He asked.

I shrugged. “As much as I hate to admit it, I reckon it wasn’t that bad.” I replied begrudgingly before taking another sip of beer. Harry smiled seemingly pleased with my answer.

“If you don’t mind me asking, why do you detest introductions so much?” He asked.

I sighed. “I guess because there’s really nothing interesting to say about myself. If you haven’t figured by now, I’m kind of boring.” I could hear my speech beginning to slur a bit.

A slow smile swept over Harry’s lips. “I find you quite interesting, actually.” He replied. I scoffed. “You’re just saying that because I’m buying you beer.” I replied.

“Honestly though, you are rather interesting. You’re the only girl I know who knows how to take proper care of boots, you were named after Elvis Presley and you have an awesome Beatles obsessed dad. Plus you have an obvious soft spot for cats and you’re quite witty. You can’t deny that’s quite interesting.”

I tried my hardest to hide the grin that was tugging at the corner of my lips but it was no use.

“You’re too nice, Harry.” I replied.

He grinned. “It just adds to the rest of my interesting qualities. Don’t cha think?” Harry replied proudly.

“Hmm. I’ll get back to you on that one.”

Perhaps ice breakers weren't that bad after all. Neither was hanging out with Harry.

[beaker1636]

K is for Kitchen Table - Vinny

AN: Here is the next part of The Alphabet Game, hope everyone enjoys, it had me giggling as I wrote it! My husband and I are debating if they lost or not, my husband said they didn't lose as it isn't until the next morning they got caught but I said they did. Let me know below if you think Vin and Lottie succeeded or failed at their letter!

Edit: I promise this is the right story this time, that I didn't accidentally copy and paste the Chris Fluff in it again!

“Lottie finally messaged in the group chat with us girls, said things are better and that they are visiting Vinny's family.  She said she is ready for their letter as well if you have an idea of what we should send them,” Mia tells Chris, pulling him into a hug from behind as she looks at him with a smile.

“I’m glad things are looking better for her, I hope the break really helped.  Think we should give them something crazy, or something fairly easy?” Chris asks her, thinking out loud.

“Could do kitchen table, nothing that crazy.  If they can’t during the day then they could sneak down there in the middle of the night or something,” Mia suggests, smiling when Chris turns and wraps his arms around her.

“I like the way you think, that is better than any ideas I had… sucks they weren’t here last night with everyone else but I get why,” Chris says softly. Sometimes as the leader of the group he feels like he is responsible for their problems, and knowing Lottie and Vinny are struggling with something has been weighing on him.

“At least things are getting better for them, I’ll let her know what their letter is.  Lottie also agreed that they’ll come visit us tomorrow once they get back so we can check on them.  All is well Chris, promise.” Mia gives him a soft kiss before pulling away from him.

When she starts to wander away Chris laughs, watching her as she limps slightly in the process. “Was trying to pull one over on me and taking charge worth it?” He calls.

She just flips him off and heads towards the bathroom, where she was about to take a hot bath to soothe her aching muscles before she got distracted and had to tell Chris she finally heard from their friend.

“So Vin, Mia told me that our task is Kitchen Table? That might be a bit hard considering where we are,” you say softly, curled up into his side while the two of you watch his mother cooking dinner. Making sure that she can’t hear what you said.

“That’ll be easy, so long as we are quiet we will just do it tonight when everyone is in bed.  They all sleep upstairs so it shouldn’t be that hard,” he responds, his hand resting on your thigh.  

This break away has really been good for you mentally, with everything going on you just needed to get away from work, from social media, from everything and his family is always so welcoming when you visit.  You have met them a couple times but this is the first time the two of you have made a trip out of it and you are loving it.  Feeling even closer to his wonderful mother than you were before, almost feeling like you actually have a family.

“Are you sure you don’t need any help mom?” you ask her, feeling slightly awkward calling her mom still but she insisted that is what you should call her. “I feel bad just sitting here while you cook.”

“Nonsense dear, you are our guest. Plus it is your last night with us, let me take care of it okay?” She says, giving you a warm smile where you sit.

She adores you and Vinny together, she can tell that you really are in love with her son, that you treat him well.  She can also tell that Vinny is absolutely infatuated with you, she notices the way he is always watching you, making sure that you are enjoying yourself.  The two of you are absolutely adorable and she is glad that he has found you.

You listen to Vinny and his father talk about something, you aren’t even sure what, but take comfort in listening to the two of them.  You are enjoying that they all get along so well, his brother and sister also present and in the dining room present and welcoming you warmly.  They all have made you feel right at home. 

“Dinner is ready,” his mom says, setting the last dish on the table before everyone starts to dig in.  His family all tell you funny memories they have with Vinny, some that have him blushing while you can’t help but look at him with a smile.  Squeezing his hand under the table as a silent thank you for bringing you to spend the last few days with his parents.

You and Vin volunteer to take care of the dishes in thanks for the lovely meal, refusing to take no for an answer when his mother insists that you are a guest and shouldn’t have to.

Before you know it the kitchen is clean, his siblings have gone home to their houses, and his parents are in bed for the night.  The two of you in his childhood bedroom, curled up with each other in the small bed giggling as he tickles your sides.

“I think this is the happiest I have seen you in awhile,” Vinny says softly, his breath ghosting over your face as he lets go of his teasing grip on your sides.  His eyes meet yours with a smile, hoping you can tell how sincere he is at the moment.

“It is, thank you for bringing me here.  Your parents have made me feel right at home, like part of the family.  I have really enjoyed this Vin,” you respond softly, leaning forward to give him a soft kiss. “I really needed this break away from everything, for loving me and helping me through the funk I have been in.”

“Of course, I am here for you both during the good and the bad baby, I love you,” he acts like he is going to leave a kiss on your cheek but then licks it, making you laugh all over again.

“God, you're so weird, but I love it.  I love you,” you say softly.  Your lips now actually meeting each other this time as you both continue to lay on your sides close to each other in this tiny bed.

 “I haven’t heard anything in awhile, I think mom and dad are actually sleeping.  Are you okay with still doing this?” He asks you, slowly pulling away from the kiss so he can look at your face.

“Yeah, how are we doing this though?” You ask him, a slight blush gracing your cheeks as you can’t believe that you actually are agreeing to do this.

“Well, I figure we do a lot of the work up here and then sneak down for the actual sex on the table.” He says, brushing a piece of hair out of your face.  Admiring how beautiful you look when you are actually happy like this, you may not have your hair done or makeup on but you look stunning like this.

His lips find yours again, slowly molding with your own as he takes his time.  Not wanting to rush this as it’s the first time you two have done anything since your breakdown the other night.  He wants you to not feel rushed, like he is actually enjoying doing this with you, which he is.

He moves slightly, pulling you on top of him and is happy to find that for once you don’t protest the fact that he is under you.  Instead you lightly grind your hips against his, both of you gasping at the friction from the act.  Taking advantage of that his tongue finds yours, slowly molding with your own as the two of you continue what you are doing.  Both of you taking your time as you rub against each other, as your hands begin to explore each other like you are doing this for the first time again.

His hand moves from your hips, sliding underneath the tanktop you have on against your bare skin before settling on your breasts.  Happy when he remembers that you had already taken your bra off for bed tonight.  He gently cups them, squeezing and molding them in his hands as your lips continue to move against his.  Your movements against his hips telling him that he is doing something right, that you are enjoying this.

His fingers now lightly tease your nipples, making them harden beneath his touch before he slides the bottom of your tank top up enough that he can remove his lips from yours and wrap them around one of your now hard nipples.  You gasp, not expecting the sudden shift that he made but enjoying it, finding yourself grinding your hips against his at a harsher pace.  

“Shit,” you gasp, feeling yourself getting close from just rubbing yourself against him while he continues to toy with your nipples.  Even you are surprised at how well this feels when you can let go of your thoughts and focus on the moment.

“Want to try something new Lottie? Sit up for a moment for me,” Vinny says softly, helping you both sit up, you on his lap.  “Grind yourself on my thigh baby, you were enjoying the friction before.  Let me watch you fall apart on me.”

Before you can protest his lips are on yours as he shifts you so that your thighs are draped over one of his, his kiss distracting you as he moves slightly, pulling you down on his thigh so that you feel that pressure again. His hands settle on your hips as he makes you shift against him, sending a wave of pleasure through you.

“That’s it, keep going baby,” he says, brushing hair out of your face before you move, burying your face in his neck as your hips continue to rock, bringing you friction that you need to climax.  Getting close you let out a whimper, trying to keep yourself quiet so his parents won’t wake up and hear what the two of you are doing.

“Cum for me Lottie,” he says softly, somehow the command does it for you and you come undone on his leg, shuddering as the orgasm washes over you.  You lightly biting the skin of his neck to keep yourself from moaning out into the night, trying your hardest to be quiet.

“Fuck, that was hot.  What do you think, are you ready to head downstairs?” He asks you, your only response being to whimper a yes in his neck, still coming back into your senses after you come down from your high.

Both of you quietly make your way down the stairs, making sure to try and keep all noise to yourselves in hopes of not waking his parents.  The thrill coursing through your veins, you didn’t expect to be so aroused at the thought of possibly getting caught, it doing more to you than you cared to admit.

As soon as you step foot into the dining room Vinny helps you settle yourself on the table, quickly stripping you of your panties and shorts before stripping himself of his own.  Stepping between your thighs as he teases you, rubbing himself against your damp folds. 

“Remember, we have to stay quiet Lot, think you can do that for me?” he whispers, right before he sinks himself inside of you.  Both of you biting your lip to hold back groans that threaten to escape you.

Your back slides against the cool wood as he starts pounding into you, figuring the sooner the two of you get off the sooner you can rush back up and not get caught. But also finding that he is enjoying the thrill that is running through his veins, he can’t remember the last time he took this risk in his parents home.  Even in his teens he never dared to try anything outside of his room.

The two of you do your best to keep quiet as you both draw closer and closer to your releases. Vinny reaches down to roll your clit between his fingers, groaning when he feels you grow wetter at the action, feeling you clench around him as you draw close.  You can’t help the couple of whimpers that slip out of your lips, it's just starting to feel too good, and you are so close.  

Vinny can tell what is coming and he rushes to cover your mouth with his hand when your second orgasm of the night hits you, which wound up being a good thing as you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips as you come undone around him, clenching around his length in a way that has him finishing behind you, leaning forward to pull your lips into a kiss.

The two of you take a few moments to collect yourselves before rushing to slip your clothing back on and making your way upstairs to his bedroom after cleaning up the table, covering up any evidence of what you had done before cleaning yourself up in the bathroom upstairs.  

Both of you now spent, and cuddling up laughing about the fact that you actually did that and somehow was not caught.  Neither one of you realizes before falling asleep that you have forgotten something.

Next Morning

Vinny wakes up before you the next morning and decides to let you sleep in, slipping down to the kitchen to get some coffee from the pot that he knows his mom always makes in the morning.  She has always been the first one to wake and always makes it, some things never change.

He gets his cup and sits down at the table, glancing up to notice his mother smirking at him from the other side of the table.

“Did you two have fun last night?” She asks him, laughing when he damn near spits out his coffee and starts to blush. 

“Mom, what? How?” He sputters, struggling to ask her how she knew.  He made sure that he cleaned the table damn well and that the two of you were quiet, how the hell did she catch you.

“Oh, you may have forgotten her panties down here.  Don’t worry, nobody else has woken up yet so your secret is safe with me,” she says cooly, taking another sip of her coffee before pointing at where they are balled up on the floor.

“Oh god,” Vinny groans, pocketing them before anyone else wakes up and notices.  Hell he doesn’t even intend to tell you that until after the two of you have left their house later this afternoon because he knows you, you will panic and not want to show your face at his parents again.

[brian-in-finance]

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How Lauren Lyle Got Ready for the 2024 BAFTAs

Behind the scenes with the Outlander veteran as she prepares for British film's biggest night.

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"You can take this really seriously," says Lauren Lyle, "but the BAFTAs are meant to be a good time." That's just what the actress—a star of Outlander who's about to begin filming the second season of the series Karen Pirie; season one is streaming now—was aiming to do. She attended the awards as a guest of BritBox, which exclusively broadcast the show in the U.S., and took the opportunity to go all out in a dress by 16Arlington, accessories by Jimmy Choo, and jewelry by Messika. "I want to feel like myself," Lyle told T&C as she was headed to the ceremony, "just an elevated version."

Here, Lyle let Town & Country tag along as she prepared.

Jamie Salmons, Courtesy of BritBox

"When you first get the invitation, the question is what to wear. I immediately went to my stylist, Holly White, to get a brief. This time, we wanted to go minimal and modern. I wore 16Arlington, which is a very cool and sleek brand. I wanted to look good and make a statement, but also wanted to be comfortable. You want to turn heads without being obnoxious about it."

Jamie Salmons, Courtesy of BritBox

"Because the dress is slick and dramatic, I wanted to keep my hair up to allow the dress to have its moment, and my hair stylist, Fabio Petri, and I were leaning into something a bit 1990s, which feels right at the moment. We modernized it a bit, but that’s where the inspiration came from."

Jamie Salmons, Courtesy of BritBox

"My makeup, done by Mata Marielle, was similarly inspired; it was clean and fresh but with a nod to the '90s in the brown lip, which is done sort of how Claudia Schiffer used to do it. It’s a long day—carpet, ceremony, dinner, after parties—so you need makeup that won’t end up melting off of your face."

Jamie Salmons, Courtesy of BritBox

"There are times when you have like four days before an event, but this time wasn’t. We had about a month to plan and pull something together. The mad dash was today, because we started so early. You go through the process of picking outfits and from there you get ideas about the hair and makeup that’ll go with it. Everyone involved has their own ideas about what they want to bring to life."

Jamie Salmons, Courtesy of BritBox

"Last night was the nominees party, which was a really glamorous night at the National Gallery, and then a bit of an after party, where I was trying to find Margot Robbie. This morning, I woke up at 8 am to be at my hotel by 10 to start glam for a new day. I got to the hotel, I had a coffee and we started right away. Then we had lunch—a club sandwich and some fries—and it was time to get dressed."

Jamie Salmons, Courtesy of BritBox

"As far as accessories go, I have Jimmy Choo shoes and a bag, and Messika jewelry. I am dripping in diamonds, from my ears to my fingers. It feels fantastic."

Jamie Salmons, Courtesy of BritBox

"To keep going for a long night, I drink lots of water, I’ll have snacks, but mostly I’ll drink lots of Champagne. I have nothing but a massage tomorrow, so I can really go all out tonight. I have work to do later this week, but tonight I want to enjoy it and have fun."

"When it comes to events like the BAFTAs, more than anything you're hoping to have fun!"

Town & Country

Remember… you can take this really seriously, but the BAFTAs are meant to be a good time. — Lauren Lyle

[addictivepsychology]

Day 95

Ill post something i wrote about today already after this

Had a 13 hour first date and it was amazing,

We’re already talking about our next one in the upcoming days before I leave,

We had dinner, you showed me a building full of restaurants and we chatted about a lot,

We talked about movies and horror is my favorite, you said let’s go, I said okay,

We saw smile 2 in theatres, I screamed and we laughed the whole time, inching closer to see if you like me, you put your hand over me saying it’s not real,

We decide to get drinks and talk and laugh more while holding hands at a small dive bar,

We end up talking in your car for hours until it’s time for you to go to work, you paid for everything and I’m grateful,

I’ll get you a cookie from Disneyland tomorrow and you’ll finally get sleep tonight, you sacrificed your whole nights sleep to be with me,

Thank you,

You texted me that we will hangout on Wednesday night and I’m so excited, we will play video games and stay up, and you won’t have to work the next day,

But you live at home and I don’t like that, but you post 700 monthly,

But I don’t live here, so it doesn’t matter to me

I guess

I’m so excited to see you again, you’re really adorable,

Hopefully not too nice or immature,

But we will see,

But I guess none of that matters since I’m not looking,

Why do humans make things so complicated,

Emotions,

I feel conflicted, I’m not sure how to feel but I guess that’s normal and okay, I just got out of a 4 year relationship.

Hippie

I still miss you deeply but I can’t express it since I’m not sure what’s real sometimes, I don’t know how you feel so it can’t be confused if it’s not in the open,

You can be sensitive, and I’m not as much,

Can I tell you everything? How softly do I have to say the words, when the letters are lost in spelling,

I just told you I miss you,

I wonder what you’re doing and thinking,

But we all need time,

And your sporadic like me, so who knows what will come after this,

We have another hostel mate tonight ,

Interesting lady,

Says she owns multiple businesses and is going to business conferences to network, says she goes on so many flights to all these different countries but I can’t help but wonder if they’re all delusions ,

She says she has a business coach,

I can’t help to think that’s how some of this stuff is working. Call me pessimistic

Mentioning celebrities and talking about them speaking.

Talking a lot and talking for us to a new hostel mate,

I’m starting to not like her,

I really like Debbie , she makes this place comfortable, so comfortable,

Maybe we will have Thanksgiving dinner together, maybe I’ll stay another night, we will see how I feel 3 days from now,

I never want this to end ,

I wish I was a millionaire ,

I also wish there was a tv in the hostel so we could relax together,

It’s the 3 of us here tonight and thankfully nobody on a top bunk, so I won’t get woken up at night , I need a full night tonight,

I spoke too soon, someone is above me,

I’ll get a full day at Disney tomorrow and I’m ecstatic, I love waking up at 6 , doing my makeup , getting dressed, and heading out in the cold,

I love the music and the chatter everywhere,

The heart fluttering as we walk through the gates, the childhood that I never had, the happiness.

I can’t wait to go to sleep, it’s like Christmas morning,

I need to treat every day like this, maybe I’ll be happier

Jed texted me today, we talked about our vacations,

I’ll always miss you, and I’m sad we didn’t work out,

I don’t think we ever could’ve but I wish in some life time we do, I really want to see you again and see how you are now,

Do you miss me too, do you miss what we had, as much as it doesn’t matter a small part of me still wants happily ever after with you,

But that’ll never happen, and I accept that

My happily ever after will be with someone better

We talk all the time now, it’s fun company, you’re the most fun to talk to,

You get my sense of humor that most don’t,

You’re not scared to go over board with it, and I like that

It’s almost better that we don’t know what we look like, it’s the real way to get to know someone,

I wonder how this will end, but no rush, we all have a long time

Honestly excited to talk to you tomorrow or tonight

I’m not sure why my entries are flooded with boys, like they’re the only things that occupy my mind, but they aren’t

People make up our lives for many reasons and they help fill the spaces we can’t ourselves,

Other people are the reason we live, or who would we live for instead of choosing to die,

I guess most things in my life are easy and partly not worth mentioning,

Like how I drove 50 minutes to but menthol cigarettes today,

Or how my Uber driver talked about human connection and light politics, but all my rides have been polite and interesting,

How I learned that I hate driving on vacation but I’ll definitely do it,

There’s never enough days for Disney, or nights for Disney,

There’s never enough nights for drinking, or days for drinking,

How I ate pumpkin pie for breakfast and had a salad for lunch and subbed dinner for Kettleman corn and cheese puffs instead of the sushi in the fridge,

I’ll eat that tomorrow,

There’s Vons here instead of Safeway and it’s slightly uncomfortable to me,

I bought strawberries and yogurt for us in the hostel since Debbie bought me pumpkin pie, she’s so sweet,

There changed ownership at the hostel and they are even worse now, their breakfast sucks and they don’t care, and the breakfast lady quit but I think I already talked about that,

The beds are still uncomfortable and my shoulders and neck really hurt, but I’ve been sleeping so good, I always sleep so good here, I’m happy and comfortable, I don’t need things, I don’t want anything,

I just want to be happy all the time, but that’s impossible,

[uptonogoodindiememes]

The Flash Sentence Meme - The Flash Reborn

“Maybe a little less fooling around, and a little more taking things seriously,”

“What about family dinner tonight?”

“You wanna share what you’re thinking?”

“I only have a couple more boxes to bring over,”

“I’m starting to rethink this whole move in thing,”

“What do you want me to do, curl up in a ball and cry all day?

“I’m sensing an or else,”

“I didn’t want to say anything until I was curtain,”

“How’d you find me?”

“My shift’s over in an hour,”

“Is there anything you can’t do?”

“You better be right,”

“I just hope that one day you can forgive me,”

“I can’t believe you did this behind my back,”

“It should have worked,”

“Where have you been the last six months?”

“How long until I can get back out there?”

“We don’t have that kind of time,”

“You’ve done everything you can do,”

“Have I mentioned how much I miss having you around?”

“This house is bitchin’,”

“Right now I’m having trouble seeing it as anything other than a waste of time,”

“I should have listened to you,”

“Sometimes I feel like if I believe in something hard enough, that’ll make it real,”

“You have to believe that things can get better,”

“There is an answer for every question,”

“I doubt restraint is how you got to be the man you are today,”

“You came back to me,”

“It’s good to have you back,”

“Thanks for believing when I couldn’t,”

“Am I gonna see you tomorrow?”

“Where have you been?”

“Are you tired, do you wanna get some sleep?”

[desperate2lose]

August 14th, 2023

11 am: 243.2 🎉 i wish i had lost more but yk it’s alright. i start the kiki diet today!! so 1k cals today and at least 7k steps :) that’ll be a breeze!

i think what i’ll do is have breakfast and lunch and skip dinner 💪🏻

6 pm: diet is going well :) had toast, cereal, grapes, and cucumber for breakfast for only 508 cals. i also had a chipotle bowl for lunch/dinner and it was 550 so i technically went over my 1k limit but it’s fine because i’ll burn more than enough off at work tonight.

i love getting skinny 😼

12 am: i did so well today 🥰 stayed on track!! ate 1058 cals (goal was 1000) and burned 1193!!!

tomorrow is my week 3 weigh in and i’m so excited!!!!! 💕💕💕💕

goodnight <3

[irishgolfadventure]

Old Head

Today was another day to remember. The Old Head Golf Links did not disappoint! It seems that we forget just how beautiful this piece of land is where someone saw it as a perfect place for a golf course long ago. I will once again let the pictures do the talking.

We were blessed with a beautiful weather day, were paired with equally talented playing partners and assigned experienced caddie’s that kept us from losing our way around the course. There are many holes where the walks to the next tee once you finish a hole can be quite long and the paths winding in many directions...kind of like the roads in Ireland! 

No complaints though, even if you weren’t a golfer you would pay to walk your way around this tiny peninsula that is accented by a black and white lighthouse located at it’s furthest peak into the ocean. The Lusitania was sunk by German U boats on May 7th 1915 just off the shore of Old Head. 

As far as the golf went today....well let’s just say it was a tale of two nines. Carded a 93 today. Struggling on the front nine with only one par and a raft of double bogey’s for a smooth 49 and then was four over on the back going into the 17th and managed a triple bogey on a par five when I was on the green in four!! Now to be fair my first putt was a 100+ foot triple breaker but still a four putt!! That’ll ruin your day:-) So finished the back with a 44 - 3 pars, 5 bogey’s and a triple!

After the round it was dinner at the Old Head Clubhouse and a twenty minute drive back to Tne Perryville House. We’ll be staying there tonight before traveling the last leg of our trip to Portmarnock Hotel and Links tomorrow. I scheduled us to stay there for the last five nights of our trip and the longest number of days we have stayed anywhere. I had thought by this time in the trip we would be tired of lugging our suitcases in and out of nine different hotels. I kid the bellmen that we look like a traveling circus with all the luggage we show up with. They like it though, makes for better tips!

Blessings to you all from Kinsale! Will report back tomorrow! gb

[dirtbag-linecook-kyloren]

one more scene and then I can compile act one for my first round edits

I really think I’m gonna finish it tonight but I don’t think it’ll be 10k which will speed up edits thankfully

I haven’t posted a tidbit in a minute so here’s something I wrote today (or yesterday my work on act one has blended together)

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The smoothest close of every month is on the last Sunday of the month. Every single person from the back of the house will be on shift, running the line or cleaning something, and the second the last table is cashed out, like maggots they descend upon the line to clean it. After, a few will stay behind, iPads in hand as they weigh every single piece of food in the restaurant. Rey will be up front with Poe, counting the liquor and taking note of how many cases of to-go containers and bar napkins they have. One poor server will be tasked with counting the tea bags and coffee grounds in the alley, but they person gets clocked in at kitchen wage for the hour they spend counting. As he normally does, Hux volunteers. All his classes are jammed into Tuesday and Thursday, so he’s free to stay late on Sunday, knowing that the earliest he’d have to wake up is 10 AM the next morning. This time, he’s lucky to work just dinner, tomorrow, and the luxury to sleep in still hasn’t quite sunk in, yet. He has an essay to finish by the end of the week, and he’s a few pages behind where he wants to be, so that’ll take up most of his morning. Halfway through counting the bags of Earl Grey, his totals written down on a slip of receipt paper, someone shouts from the back of the restaurant, and the back door slams. Hux knows what happened in the abstract, but as always, he’s curious what caused Solo to snap this time. He’s better than a common gossip, though, so he keeps going, finishes with the Earl Grey and moves on to the green tea. And then, when he looks up, Han Solo is standing there, turning the key in the soda machine and getting himself a Sprite, almost too casual. “Everything going all right back there?” he asks, going for rote information about the state of the count, and not any juicy details. Despite his curiosity, he cares little about personal issues in the back of house, so long as Phasma is fine. “I know you have more to count than tea bags.” “Ben’s just getting used to it, is all. He’s been in restaurants all his life, but he’s never had much responsibility at them. It’s a big change. He’ll calm down.” “Has your son ever been calm?” Hux asks, half his mind on the conversation and the other half on how many bags of peach green tea are shoved into a each caddy. It takes a second for his brain to catch up with what his mouth said, and when Hux has processed that he all but called the boss’s kid a prick, his head snaps up. “I just- I mean-“ He’s going to be fired, Hux is certain. Five years building a reputation here, regulars who come back just for him and friends who’ll cover his back on a rough shift, all out the window because he was a tired and a little too loose with his lips. Instead, Han laughs. Do bosses laugh, before they fire people? Hux has never been fired, so he wouldn’t know. “He did,” Han replies. “He was actually a real quiet kid, though I know it’s hard to imagine it, now. Shy, even. Believe it or not, I’m just glad he’s learned to stand up for himself. He’s over corrected, sure, but give it a year, I think he’ll have leveled out.” How unfortunate, Hux thinks, that he will have graduated before Solo reaches his stride, as it were. As nice as his time at the Millennium Falcon has been, Hux is excited to leave waiting tables behind and put his degree to work. A few firms in the area have seemed interested in hiring him, after he has his diploma, and soon after he walks the stage, Hux will put in his two weeks, say goodbye to his coworkers, and make empty promises to see most of them. Mitaka and Phasma, he will no doubt see. Everyone else? Hux doubts he’ll notice their absence in his life, save Solo, who’s loss Hux will savor.