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spectrumed · 3 years ago

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10. contact

The key to success is networking. Oh, God, how am I ever going to succeed? Networking? Talking to other people? Making friends? That’s not me, that’s not me at all. I don’t want to make superficial connections with other people just so that I can one day use my connections to get ahead in life. I don’t want to force myself on others, trying to convince them that I am some decent guy that’s totally worth getting to know and be friends with. I don’t know if you’re going to like me or not. I imagine some people would like to be my friend, and I imagine some people would hate to be my friend. I’d rather just forget about the latter group, and not torture myself trying to make friends with people who are fundamentally at odds who I am as a person. I’d rather have a small circle of close friends than a thousand acquaintances. But the key to success is networking.

I’ll never be an insider. This is not me just doubting myself, not some decision to undermine myself. I know that making statements about things that are impossible for you to achieve comes across as very self-defeating, but I know that I will never be an insider. I will never fit into a social clique. I am not going to be part of the boys’ club, yucking it up with my mates. I’m not going to be in any gangs, no bands, most certainly no crews. I am a solo-player. I prefer to work on my own. All my life, I’ve kept to myself, one way or another. I don’t ask for help. Growing up, my sister used to get a lot of help from my mother with school assignments, because she wanted it and she asked for it. My sister and my mother would spend a lot of time together making sure that my sister’s schoolwork turned out well. Looking over spelling, fixing grammatical errors, making sure that the text was easy to read and had a flow to it. Normal parental stuff, really. Kids are supposed to get help from their parents, it’s part of the learning process, no-one gets by all on their own. Well, except for me. I never asked for help.

I actually found it really unbearable to have my mother look over my schoolwork to see if I made any errors. Not because I am such a horrid narcissist that I refuse to admit that there were any errors, but rather because… well, it felt invasive. Like as if you spot someone spying on you through your window. It made me feel very self-conscious, in a way that I realise now is similar to how I feel when I make eye contact. Yes, I am bad at making eye contact, especially when I am speaking at the same time. I don’t mind making eye contact when you are speaking, but I don’t want to make eye contact with you when I am speaking. Is that funny? Is that odd? Well, the way I feel about it is that eye contact is intimate, it’s almost like touching. It’s mental touching. If you share eye contact with somebody you are sharing a connection. You are mind-touching each other. Oh, well… I guess that maybe it’s not quite like that, but I still don’t find it easy.

At times, I find much of the discussions about neurodiversity online somewhat off-putting. Especially when it comes to those people who are really keen on being all out positive, all the time. Those people who see any shade of negativity as outright hazardous. Don’t bring up the fact that being neurodivergent can be difficult, don’t mention the difficulties that come with being on the autism spectrum. Engage with self-empowerment! Celebrate what makes you different! Go out there and be proud of yourself, be happy about your autism, it is cool to be autistic! And, sure, I understand the importance of injecting optimism into the neurodivergent community. We need optimism, we need to profess our desire to be happy, to show the world that you don’t need to be neurotypical to be content with your life. No-one wants to be around a sourpuss just wallowing in their discontentment. But, sometimes things just suck, okay? Having a positive attitude may project confidence, may make others think you’ve got it together, but be wary when that positive attitude just becomes a mask you hide behind.

Look, we live in a society. Whether you like it or not, you live in a society. We need to rage against this society, because this society is no good. Things may look good to some people, but those people are wrong, and I am right. I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take it anymore! Let’s have ourselves a little revolution and see if we can piece a new society together, one that doesn’t commit to the same mistakes as the last one. Oh, wait, how do we do that? And how do we make sure that we win the revolution, we could easily lose, and that might actually just make things worse for us. What if this society we live in got even worse? Yikes, that’s a thought too scary to even really consider. Can things get worse? I don’t want things to get worse. Maybe I just shouldn’t rock the boat. Let’s calm down, and let’s not make any rash decisions here. We can overthrow society at some other point. For now, let’s just have some tea.

Yes, society stinks, but what can you do about it? It is absolutely the case that neurotypical people have it easier navigating modern society than neurodivergent people. Others expect you to function just like they function. If you wish to fit in, you are required to act more neurotypical. People expect that from you. Learn to adapt, to hide amongst them. Trick them. Make them think you are one of them. Be the wolf in sheep’s clothing. They’ll never know the truth of who you are. An outsider that managed to get on the inside. You stand by the watercooler, and by gosh, you make yourself laugh at their jokes even though you’d rather not be there at all. You partake in the small talk, talking about the weather, feigning interest in the footballs, and pretending to be an all-around wholesome compatriot. You’re not at all secretly some kind of anti-social misfit, who’d rather stay at home sitting behind a monitor and playing strategy games on your own. Do you want to come and join your workmates for a drink or two later? Oh, yes, of course you’d like that, but you might need to limit your alcohol intake so that you don’t get too drunk and begin to let the mask slip. It’s too easy getting into hyper-specific rants about obscure topics no normal person would care about when you’re inebriated, so let’s not risk that.

“Be yourself.” Pfth, bah, humbug. Neurotypicals love to state empty platitudes. You don’t want me to be myself. You’ve made it very clear that you don’t want me to be myself. Call me a cynic all you want, but you can’t get nowhere in life simply by being yourself. For better or worse, authenticity is nowhere near as desired as some people make it out to be. Name a single really successful person who is truly themselves. Fake-authenticity does better than the real deal. True sincerity, of the kind that’s naked, shameless, ugly, and challenging, it is difficult to love. And that’s not all bad, it’s just a fact of life. We all need to cover some things about ourselves up, and need to keep some secrets, because that is what is expected from us. Just as we wear clothes to cover up our naked bodies. No shame on the nudists, they’re free to embrace whatever alternative lifestyle they want, but I don’t want to see your naked body. Don’t get nude in front of me. I already struggle with eye contact, I sure wouldn’t struggle less if you stood in front of me nude as well.

Actually, to a certain extent, these social rules we all conform to can actually be quite appreciated by those of us who are on the spectrum. It is easier to know what you must do in a formal social situation than in a casual social situation. Casual people, they’re just so… unpredictable. Sticking their casual bits everywhere, acting like guests at your house who don’t seem to understand that your home is not their home. Even as a kid I hated having friends of mine over at my place. They’d play with my toys, place my toys where they don’t belong, or even worse, they may break some of my toys. Don’t touch that, it’s mine. Don’t put your icky hands on my bed, I sleep there. Don’t rip pages out of that book, it’s my favourite book. Don’t breathe in my room, I breathe in my room. I just can’t handle you coming here and disturbing the peace. I had it all ordered, I knew where everything was, and I liked it. Now you brought with you the forces of chaos, and dealing with that is just now what I had in mind for today.

I could never be a freemason. Sure, I have some good ideas for how to secretly rule the world, but if you’re a freemason, you’re expected to be part of the team. There’s no “I” in freemasonry. The secret cabal that controls all of the world’s governments, they don’t want independent folks like me to show up thinking that I can do my work assignments on my own. The Illuminati is run by a committee. You don’t get far in that world by being some freewheeling bohemian incapable of getting along with others. You don’t establish a New World Order by promoting self-reliance. Institutions are great for those who like to get chummy with their pals, the gregarious sorts who know exactly who to talk to in order to advance in the ranks. You scratch my back, and I’ll scratch yours. Favours for favours. One of the reasons why I inherently distrust many institutions is because they are rife with nepotism. You know that whoever gets to sit on the high council of the Illuminati didn’t get there via competency alone. No, they knew a guy, who was cousins with this other guy, who used to work for this guy, and y’know, you pull one string and suddenly there you are on top of the social hierarchy. Most often people get promoted, not because they do good work, but because they happen to know the right people. But again, maybe I’m just being cynical.

I’ve had a recurring fantasy, in the past, of being a lighthouse keeper. Living out somewhere all on my own, not having to deal with any human relationships. Maybe I could befriend a seagull, but even that seems a little too much. Seagulls can be very needy. No, I’d just get on with whatever I’d most like to be doing, writing or making art, just enjoying my solitude. I imagine that the toughest thing about being a lighthouse keeper is the loneliness, but the loneliness is only a plus for me. I’ve long ago decided to like being lonely. I don’t want to face the fact that I too yearn for company, I like to pretend as if I am fine with being alone. So the fantasy of being a lighthouse keeper is perfect for me, I could get far away from society and I could earn a living not having to give a fuck about what others think about me. I could allow myself to get as weird as I would want to get, not having to wash my image, acting like I’m all rational and well-adjusted. It would just be me and my seagull. How simple life would be. Too bad I think most lighthouses are automated, these days.

Maybe being the perpetual malcontent cynic incapable of fitting with mainstream society isn’t all so bad. In some regards, I have made that my brand. Generally, I like to think that I don’t take myself too seriously, but like a lot of people, I’ve turned those edgier parts of my personality into armour that I wear to protect myself from the scorn of others. You can’t accuse me of being a miserable piece of shit when I’ve decided to make being a miserable piece of shit my thing. It’s what I am, and I am not going to change. I’m not really all that mean, or nasty. I am fairly cynical, but I don’t act like some asshole. I don’t think anyone is upset with me for how I act. I’ve only occasionally gotten told off for being too gloomy. But the problem here does not lie with how I end up treating others, but rather how I end up treating myself. I don’t want to make cynicism part of my sense of self. I don’t want to be this person, this misanthrope who only sees problems, and never celebrates the good things in life. I should engage with self-empowerment. I should be happy.

It’s okay being neurodivergent! Sure, you may find other people strange or foreign, with their yapping mouths and their over-eager desire to look you directly in the eyes, but just ignore them! Neurotypicals are just so last century, the future is all neurodivergent! You’re on the right side of history, bud! You’re cool, and radical, and you’re absolutely a sexy little cupcake. You either learn to love yourself, or you lose yourself. Make funny memes, find some online community to be a part of. You can absolutely be a freemason if you want to be a freemason. Don’t let your diagnosis get in your way, so long as you’ve got that inner fire driving you, you can be anything you want to be. Go ahead and rule the world, babe. Remember, what doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger, and right now, it’s good vibes only.

#neurodivergent #neurodiversity #autism spectrum disorder #autism #aspergers #mental health

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onthesandsofdreams · 3 years ago

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Backstage View

Pairing: Steve x Diana Rating: T Summary: It was quite something, to see her be playful even as she was getting ready, then to see her stand at her full height and watch as the air around her seemed to crack, charged with something he could not explain and see the Diana Prince in front of him. Words: 1025 Notes: For my pal, @michael-keaton, hope you like it! According to kidadl.com, Athanasiou means ‘Immortal’, a surname I felt suited Diana.

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Truth be told, Steve has seen plenty of concerts. But this is different.

He and Diana have been dating for several months. He is still not sure how he got so lucky, he met Diana on a meeting with his editor. Diana Athanasiou – better known as Prince – was there on the publishing house, speaking with her own editor, because much to his surprise, she was readying to publish her first book of poetry.

His editor had introduced them, and he had no trouble admitting that she had stirred something in him. He had not believed in love at first sight until Diana. And she would later admit that she was also attracted to him at that moment.

It was very soon into their dating, that they both realized they had more in common than what they would have guessed at first. And now, here he was. He and Diana had arrived at the venue early, they had eaten their breakfast there, Diana had opted for tea and eggs, by this time, Steve he knew that she tended to avoid creamy or other lactose products before singing.

He had watched her get ready, seen the outfit that would open the concert, and talk to her as she sat still and calm as her make-up and hair were done. There was a certain magic, to watch the transformation from the Diana he knew, the one who liked calm days at home, the one who liked to read and debate books, who watched rom-coms and who hummed while she cooked, to this singer. To this someone who was bigger than life.

It was quite something, to see her be playful even as she was getting ready, then to see her stand at her full height and watch as the air around her seemed to crack, charged with something he could not explain and see the Diana Prince in front of him.

He walked with her, only stopped when she made her way to the stage. He simply leaned on a wall and waited for the lights to go back on. Here, in the darkness, the previously loud crowd went silent, only to scream their heads off when she began to sing. The lights went on, and he watched as Diana moved with a graceful fluidity over the stage as she began to sing and dance. He smiled and he knew that he would be smiling during the concert.

He loses himself in the music, in Diana as she sings and pours her soul on the stage.

He’s there to help her when she does her outfit changes, they had done a small place for her to change next to the stage, but she’s still safely covered. And he is astonished at how quickly she changes between dresses. It’s quite something to see all that it takes to make sure everything goes well.

Right before the concert is near its end, he manages to ask for some chamomile tea for Diana. An assistant brings it and gives it to him, and he waits until Diana gives one last bow and she walks away from the stage, a bit sweaty and disheveled, but very happy. He can see the happiness shine in her eyes, this is something she was born to do and it makes him happy to see her happy.

Diana rushes to his arms, he welcomes her there. “You did amazing!” He tells her, doing his best to convey his pride in her. “Truly amazing.”

“Thank you,” Her voice is tired. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Here,” He offers the still-warm tea, it’s at the right temperature to drink now. “I got you chamomile with honey.”

“Thank you,” Diana’s voice is filled with gratitude. She takes it and takes a careful sip as they walk to her dressing room, she always changes back into comfy clothes when she doesn’t have a meet-and-greet.

“You’re welcome,” he says. “I really loved the concert, you know. I had never been backstage, thank you for bringing me.”

Diana laughs, then kisses his cheek. “You’re most welcome.” When they are back in her dressing room, she changes quickly, when she’s done, they make their way to her home after she’s given last orders and agreed to some things.

“Are you hungry?” He asks when they are back in her apartment.

“Ravenous, a concert always tires me. I could do with a burger, no cheese. And some onion rings.”

“Do you have someplace in mind?”

“No, anything is fine.”

“I’ll order then.” He does and they cuddle in her sofa watching the tv while they wait. When the food arrives, he’s the one who pays. They eat on the sofa. And that’s when it hit him, a new idea for a novel. “You know, I think you just inspired my future novel.”

“Oh?” Diana twists, an eyebrow raised. “Did I?”

“Yep.”

“Do I get to know?”

“Oh, well, it’s a nebulous idea about a pop star who has to solve a mystery.”

“Sounds interesting.” Diana yawns. “I’m tired.”

“You should be, and tomorrow you have another concert right?”

“Yes.”

“Then, go to bed. You need to be up early again tomorrow.”

Diana looks at him, “Stay the night?”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

He nods. “Then, I will. C’mon on, let’s retire now. I’m excited for tomorrow’s concert.”

Diana smiles at him, “Me too, Steve, me too.”

He returns her smile, he isn’t lying, he is very much looking forward the concert. No matter how many concerts he’s seen from the audience, it’s not the same. He really finds it all fascinating, to see how everything comes together, but above all, it’s watching Diana transform and leave a part of her heart on the stage. But it’s getting late, so he herds Diana to her room. “You’re magic on the stage Diana, and I love it.”

“Thank you Steve.”

“You’re welcome Diana, good night sweetheart.”

“Rest well, darling.”

The lights turn off, and while there is still lightening on his veins, he can feel his lids begin to close. It’s fine, he and Diana are together, everything will be fine. And tomorrow’s another concert, so adventure waits.

#wondertrev #Diana x Steve #steve trevor #Diana Prince #Wonder Woman #wonder woman fic #au: modern #au: celebrities

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georgemackayhey · 5 years ago

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Like Real People Do

“Hii can you do an imagine, "Your first time with George" maybe as an insecure/uneasy reader"

"Can you pleeaaassse write more nsfw stuff? More Than A Night Out gave me my rights"

Alright yall, heed the 18+ warning!

Seriously, I really don't want to block anyone (I love yall!) On that note... I wouldn't say this theme is my strong suit, nor have I been in a good headspace, but boy did I try my best ♡

w/c: 3k

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You didn't date.

You called off meeting up with strangers in bars and listening to them tell half-assed life stories, embellishing in hopes they'd get to have their way with you in the same evening.

You were happy to mingle among friends on weekends and at parties, but going home alone felt safe. Keeping to yourself was the best bet, having learned your lesson by now. You recalled more unpleasant domestic experiences than ones that left you daydreaming of more. So you simply stayed single.

Some of your friends didn't regard your limits, tricking you into double dates and the like. Other friends understood but still gushed over their brothers and cousins in hopes you'd be intrigued by their qualities and demand to be introduced with wedding rings on standby.

And then there were the friends who never asked or bothered you about it at all. George was one of those friends.

He was your ride to your friend groups monthly movie theater meet up's. And he always let you take home his leftovers after dinners he wasted chatting with your mutual friends about books and culture.

In turn, you let George borrow your favorite albums. And you'd always saved him a seat in the back of bars you had to show up to for friend's birthday parties, while they threw themselves between strangers on the dance floor. Times like then were when you got to know George best.

And during the last month of summer, George invited everyone to take over a beach house big enough for your ever-expanding group and more. Apparently some of his distant family owned the property but were hardly ever in the area to enjoy it. So they gave George a spare key, and insisted he treated the place like his own.

And thankfully, then, between your friends racing to the shore in the witching hour, and when everyone split up into pairs for the evening, George kept you company. You made a habit of joining each other on the rickety front porch, sharing a drink, and usually sitting in silence.

But there were nights you talked about the constellations you could see above the roaring ocean. And where you'd like to live if you had an unlimited budget. Where you'd come from and what you wanted, and didn't.

You went home to the most dreary September of all time. You used to adore the solitude of your dull apartment. But you missed waking up to your friend's laughter, having someone, if not many more, to enjoy market runs and mealtimes with. You had never felt more lonely. And you couldn't stop thinking of George.

When he came round to give you a lift to the movie theater, your usual ride together was quiet. The silence between you was heavy- you wondered if he noticed. You sat together in a boring film. Or maybe it was the best of all time. You could only focus on how close George was to you, how you'd recognized the feeling of his company. You wondered how to ask him to come around more often, without sounding pathetically desperate.

Luckily birthday parties and Halloween bashes kept coming. And you kept finding quiet places to listen to George tell his stories. And he would always share his drink, and ask about your family, and how you were doing.

One night when he invited everyone around to his flat and only a couple of your friends managed to show up, they headed out soon after dinner. You were left alone in George's kitchen to help clean up and wonder what to do with the rest of the early blue evening.

And even though your heart beat in your throat, and everything you thought to say sounded stupid in your head, you determined it was time.

During a much too easy card game at Georges table, when a conversation about some of the horrifically silly things George had witnessed you manage in the past; you decided to stop testing the waters, and address them.

"I can't believe you put up with me." You grinned, peering past your hand of playing cards to the guy sat beside you.

"I just like you," George answered simply, his ocean eye flickering up to meet yours for a beat.

"Really?" You asked, pushing for him to say more, hoping he got the hint.

"I really do." George grinned shyly, turning his attention back to his hand of playing cards he kept accidentally giving you glimpses of. You watched George bite his lip and fiddle with the cards as if he were arranging them just so.

"What if... I like you too?" It wasn't just his tousled yellow hair, or the way his smile was warmer than a ray of sun. It was his lame jokes. His soft answers. Him.

"You don't date." George rose a brow, keeping his eyes turned away. He wasn't bittered or mocking. He was accepting. George laid down his cards, to a game you weren't focused on at all anymore.

"I like you, George." You admit in a hush. His stunning eyes met yours. He seemed to consider your words, and much more. He started to speak a couple of times as he searched your features.

"So maybe... we can start slow..." You offered. You had never planned on opening up to anyone. But George had stuck around. He was always there when you needed him even when you hadn't known what you needed. He didn't make fun of your unreasonable anxieties and he always laughed at your jokes. Even the ones you knew weren't funny. You hadn't expected to ever let anyone close enough, you hadn't trusted anyone could feel like home. But before you could even decide, it was as if your heart grew a mind of its own and lept right out of your chest into George's orbit. So since he already seemed to have you, it seemed like common courtesy to at least let the guy know.

With a shy smile, George bore his brilliant blue eyes into yours, searching them for assurance. As you looked to each other you felt his knuckles brush yours, the back of his hand nervously creeping closer. George took one of his fingers and looped it around one of yours while he agreed that it would be silly for two people who felt the same way about each other to do nothing about it. So you did.

George started coming around when there wasn't any reason to, sometimes bringing take away, or asking you on walks around the park. Sometimes you'd sit in silence next to your favorite old tree and enjoy that last purple swirls in the dusk sky. And sometimes you'd watch films, one after another, pausing only to argue over the ending or make silly predictions. And times like then, you curled into George's side like a sleepy cat. He'd carded his warm hand through your hair as you drifted off, content.

You got snowed into his flat when you showed up a few hours before the first-holiday party of the season; to help bake treats for everyone. As ice froze everyone's doors shut, the party was swiftly canceled but your plans for the evening weren't ruined at all.

George set up his den with extra blankets, finding the holiday channel on the telly, standing to refill your cup of tea during commercials so you didn't have to move. He kissed you that night, soft and kind, and slow. You both fell asleep on the floor among the mess of all the blankets he owned, while snow piled up and over the window sills.

You spent New Year's Eve much like the past couple before, watching your wild group of pals take shots and dance to bad music. George listened to you talk as you waited for the new year to set in, and he kept one of his fingers looped around yours almost all night long.

When the snow started to melt and your group of friends started squeezing into their cut off jeans from the year before, George invited everyone back to the beach house. He set a date and sent out invitations in the mail like it was the damn 1800's. Most every rsvp got sent back with the box labeled "going "grossly marked up.

George offered to give you a lift there, a day early so he could stock up on emergency snacks and soaps and even more DVDs in case the rains came and ruined your fun on the shore. You agreed happily and walked through the isles of a department store together, picking out essentials based on how well you knew your group of friends who might need them.

And while you laughed and helped and listened, you grew increasingly more fucking terrified. Because you'd never spent so long enjoying one person's company. You were enamored with George yes, but what's more, was- you trusted him. You never thought it was possible. But you really did. And the thing that you were most scared of, was having to accept the possibility that he didn't feel the same way.

Things like this had gone wrong before. Granted, things had never gone remotely close to this right before, either. But you still prepared yourself to hurt. It was always a possibility you were too afraid of risking. But George was different. You somehow knew even if he hurt you, it would be the loveliest heartbreak you'd ever feel.

You got to the beach house, completely abandoned since the last time you left it. You found your someone's favorite lost t-shirt in one of the bathrooms, and a lot of dust on the shelves. After clearing away some of the cobwebs and unloading all your groceries to their respective places, night began to fall.

The sky was still blue enough to admire the roaring ocean from the front porch. George brought out a couple of drinks, and you sat there together like you had the summer before. Only now, it was a little too chilly. So you said goodnight to the scenery, making a note of spending extra time to soak up its beauty the next morning.

And on your way inside you joked about how someone was bound to forget to pack something they needed, or bring one of the things George asked them to. You were wrapped up in laughter as you turned out the lights and drifted to settle in.

When you headed to the bedroom where all your bags had been discarded, you scurried off to the ensuite shower. This was the room George stayed in last year, a space you'd never stepped foot near until tonight.

And when you stepped back out into the bedroom, you realized you didn't want to leave.

George was busy turning down his bed covers to the dim night light in a far off corner. A dark shine beamed in from the moon in the window next to the quilted bed, and George never looked more beautiful- perfectly tousled hair. Kind, sleepy eyes. Yeah, you'd let him break your heart.

"What?" He laughed in a warm low rumble, catching you staring. You bit back a chuckle and crossed the room to meet him.

"I just love you. That's all." You informed, circling one of your fingers around his, gazing up to the guy.

You'd said so in passing, during game nights he helped you win and in the middle of lunches he'd managed to talk you into ordering. But nothing prompted you now, and the statement held an all-new kind of weight.

"I love you, too," George whispered in turn, raising his other hand to your cheek.

"Can I stay in here? With you?" You asked, keeping your gaze set and your voice low even though no one else was around to hear.

"I'd like that." George assured with a tiny grin.

You clamored into the big bed, pointing out the window to the moon over the ocean. George eased in behind you, gazing all the same. You tangled your hands together staring out the window for a while, giggling over nothing every now and again. He was so impossibly close, so warm next to you.

"George." You turned your head slowly, catching his attention. He looked at you, silently wondering what you wanted. But somehow you didn't need to say.

Somehow he knew to lean in for a kiss, soft and sweet. When he pulled away, you could tell he didn't want to. When George looked at you, you could tell he longed for more, but still kept his distance, kept your meek nature in mind. He was too kind, too considerate. There weren't words to convey how you felt. You knew what came next. You wanted George.

You reached for his hand, and brought it to rest in the dip of your waist. He kept his eyes steady on yours while his thumb brushed over the skin exposed where your shirt had ridden up.

"Kiss me again?" You asked, barely a whisper. George leaned in, almost before you could finish asking, to press his mouth against yours. You grabbed a fist full of his shirt to pull him closer while George let his hand travel to the small of your back, holding you perfectly against him. He kissed you slow and deep like he was trying to put you in a trance.

Whether he meant to or not, you wondered if it worked, as you melted into the mattress all while lazily pulling him almost all the way on top of you. This was as far as you'd ever taken things with George, yanking at each other's clothes while you kissed until you couldn't breathe.

So when you gently pushed George away, he started to retract back to his side of the bed without putting up a fight. But you sat up too. And George watched on in wonder when you sheepishly slid into his lap, your knees on either side of his hips.

Without a word you pulled George's shirt up, silently suggesting he take it all the way off.

When he did, you didn't relish the sight long before you dove in for another kiss. His skin was burning, and you could feel his heart hammer when your hand traveled across his chest. You moved your kisses to his neck, reveling in the feeling of being so close. George kept one arm gently wrapped around you as your teeth grazed a spot under his ear that made his breath catch in his throat.

"Y/n. Are you- Do you..." George began, keeping his hold around you all the same. You pulled away, gazing to George through your lashes while your heart teetered on the edge.

"Do you not want to?" You worried. You were so finally sure. But George might not have been. So you prepared to be let down gently, knowing George would at least be kind enough to break your fall.

"Yes." George let out a breathy laugh, reaching to hold your head in both of his hands. "Of course I want to do this. But I know how you feel and if you don't-"

"I trust you, George." You nodded, searching his eyes while a smile bloomed across your face. You'd been so nervous for a moment like this to come true. But everything was different with George. He made you laugh when you never expected to, he made you think about things in ways you'd never even considered. He was so the one for you.

You wrapped your fingers around George's wrist, bringing his plus to your lips. You watched George's eyes flutter as you planted a small kiss there, before moving his hand to your hip.

"Just go slow." You nodded, watching George's eyes open to meet yours. You leaned your forehead against his while he nodded, making you laugh.

He decorated your cheeks with gentle pecks and moved his hands under the hem of your shirt as you leaned in to capture his lips with yours again. And because you spent a while that way, you weren't nervous to act upon taking things even further.

Kisses turned seering as George wrangled your shirt off. His lips traveled down your throat as you settled deeper into his lap, shocked by how easy this was. Your kisses grew longer and sloppier while your layers started to collect on the floor.

You impressed yourself by how effortlessly you reach to pull away George's trousers. He managed to kick them aside while you kept your lips on his, laughing between breaks for air.

But when he pulled you back into his lap, when his fingers danced around your waistband, you were suddenly swept up in the realization that this was happening. Like, really happening.

"Uh, wait a second." You halted in a shaky breath. You didn't want to stop, not completely. You just needed to assess things for a moment, to catch up with this new reality in which this wasn't upsetting or dull or any of the things being with anyone else ever was.

George stalled in an instant, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. "Do you want to stop?" He asked gently, hands firmly pressed against your back, eyes glowing right into yours.

"No way." You breathed with a grin. You knew it would be better than before, with George. Probably the best. It already was, you realized with a smile, encouraging George one more time. Your hips rolled against his, causing his heavenly sigh in your ear.

He wriggled you out of the last of your clothes and made you feel like a wonder of the world, tracing the shapes you were made up of with his pretty fingers. By the time you were laid against the pillows admiring the halo of light ringing around George's waves of hair, he asked again if you were sure about this.

"So long as you are." You swallowed.

"Of course I'm sure. God, I'm so sure." George pressed a kiss to your face between sentences, making you giggle and swoon all at once. "I've never been so sure of anyone but you. I'd like to keep it that way." George rambled, peppering a few more loving, gentle kisses to your cheek. "But if you want to stop for any reason, we'll stop. Just say so."

"Thank you, George." You grinned after a beat, knowing he really meant it. Recognizing how deeply he really cared for you, watching him search your face for validation. Watching George watch you, contentedly, like he had dozens of times before now. He gave you a slowly sleepy blink, ocean blue eyes shining brighter when they opened again.

George leaned closer, hovering over you with his eyes locked on yours. He molded a kiss to your lips before anything. Then to your cheek. Then his eyes fluttered to meet yours once more.

"Slow." You rose a brow, whispering a reminder, but it was really more of a green light for him to finally take the next step.

George repeated you, in a barely audible hush, soaking up the look in your eye. A lithe grin painted his lips while you held your breath. You accounted for the feeling of his fingers loosely tangled in your hair, his thumb brushing across your temple every now and again. You'd nearly forgotten everything else while swimming in those warm icy eyes of his. He didn't break you from your reverie when he gave a small nod. The gesture only settled you further, as you responded by lacing your fingers around the back of his neck.

George kept his hand nearly cradling your head as he pushed closer. His thumb brushing across the pulse of your temple was keeping you grounded while your heart threatened to soar into the clouds. While your breathing grew deeper, while he moved as close as he could until he couldn't anymore.

"You okay?" George asked, his voice beautifully strained.

"Uh-huh." You gazed at him through hooded eyes as you adjusted everything, including the realization that this was happening. He wasn't even moving yet. And he waited until you had to ask him to, with his head buried in your neck. After a couple of breaths, you looked to George, giving him a nod. He pressed his forehead against yours and moved his hips.

A tame, steady pace set in as you stopped George from asking if you were alright, again, assuring him you were really, very good. Your raspy encouragement must have given George the sound authority to go about awing you further.

He kept one hand against your temple while his other trailed down your side, fingers deliberately pressed into your skin as he brought your leg around his hip. George's strong-arm hooked under your back to keep you secured against him. He picked up the pace as your hands tangled in his hair, around his shoulder, holding on to the moment. To George.

You wondered why you waited so long to feel this damned good, while George spoke low in your ear. He listed off all the things he liked best about you, and why. He planted clumsy kisses to your lips. He made you see stars brighter than all the far off constellations you were used to pointing out from the shoreline. You seemed to float among them, above everything. Time slowed down while your heart sped up, somehow, and while everything around you faded into an impossibly dull background, you still had George.

His weight was warm and secure. His breath was hot on your neck. His voice was saccharine in your ear. When he eventually eased next to your side in a heap, the cool of the night was still shielded by him.

You snuggled to his chest, like an old sleepy cat while he kept repeating how he loved you. You said so too, as many times as you could manage before drifting to sleep all tangled together.

The next morning came slow. You made coffee and watched the sunrise above the waves from the porch. When your friends started showing up in pairs and trios and more, they all seemed sort of relieved to find you and George attached at the hip. They greeted you as if you'd always been a packaged deal, and they didn't bat an eye when you stuck together to roam the vast empty beach. There was no fighting over choosing partners when someone broke out a new board game that night. When your friends were all gathered around the dinner table, and all the extra snacks and gifts and surprises for the summer were stored away, you still had George.

Maybe things wouldn't always be so easy. There would likely be fights and upsets and questions that didn't always have answers. But George was worth it. You had him now, you loved him and he couldn't stop reminding how dearly he loved you. Nothing had ever hurt so good before. You decided to keep it that way.

───※ ·❆· ※───

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once-upon-a-pirate-ship · 5 years ago

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Laughter, Love, and Other Products of a Quarantine

Yay, I’ve gotten around to actually posting it on here! I’m so lazy and I can never figure out how to get the italics to transfer because I copy from google docs so I copied it from there to word and then copied it again and pasted it here but THEN it kept all the weird indents that look icky on Tumblr so if anyone knows how to get rid of all these annoying issues I’d really love to know

I’m absolutely interested in taking prompts if anyone has something Captain Swan they’d like to see...as I’m sure you could guess, I definitely have the time. For those of you reading Even If It’s A Lie (first of all, thank you, I love you), I’m hoping to update that soon too. If you haven’t read it but you’re interested, here’s a link to that.

@coffeenotess made this lovely moodboard for my fic:

summary: Emma Swan has been roommates with Liam Jones for years, but hates his brother. Okay, so she's met him once and it was a brief encounter, but still. But of course he's visiting for the week when the mandated quarantine happens. And of course Liam just happens to be out of town for the weekend when it does.

word count: 8,716 (yes, it got a little out of hand)

rating: M, entirely because of language

also read it on: AO3 | FFN

Emma sighed at the knock on her door, pushing herself off the couch to open it. She knew who would be on the other side, and it made her blood boil to think about it.

“Swan!” The dark haired, broody, eyebrow wiggling man exclaimed as soon as the door was open.

“Jones,” she managed to grunt, turning to find her place on her comfy couch for her current Netflix binge. She so desperately wanted to ignore him for the entirety of his stay at her apartment.

“Liam is so lucky to have such a charming roommate, love,”

“His bedroom is the second door on the left,” she said instead of making a snarky comment about his usage of the nickname ‘love.’

She really didn’t have any reason to truly hate him. In fact, she’d only met Liam’s brother once before, but there was just something about him that rubbed her the wrong way. Maybe it was the smirking, or the innuendos. Either way, she wasn’t exactly thrilled when Liam offered him lodging while he was in town for work. And of course Liam just had to have a weekend trip planned for him and his girlfriend. Emma absolutely adored Elsa, she even introduced the two, but she mildly resented her friend for taking her roommate away and leaving her with Killian Fucking Jones.

He left her alone for an hour or so, probably unpacking and making himself comfortable, and of course she could not care less about what that man was doing. Except when he decided to interrupt her show.

“Would you like some tea, Swan?”

Okay, so it was a polite interruption but still. This was an important part in her show. “No thanks,” her voice quick and rather icy.

But then she felt rude, so she tried to make up for it with conversation—he was Liam’s brother, after all, and she didn’t want to cause any unnecessary friction between the brothers. So she reluctantly got up from the couch and moved to lean against the kitchen counter in an attempt to be mildly civil. “So um, I’m surprised your work still has you traveling, you know, with the pandemic and all,”

He chuckled lightly, and she was glad her snark hadn’t wounded him permanently. “Me too, but it’s all about the money, of course.”

She struggled to recall the conversations Liam and she had about Killian and his life. “What is it you do again?”

“I’m a strategy consultant for publishing companies along the east coast,” when she couldn’t stop the raising of her eyebrows, he laughed. “What, expecting something more befitting of a scoundrel such as I?”

She rolled her eyes at his drama. “Well, Liam said you enjoyed sailing, maybe I thought you were a pirate,”

“Alas, such a profession is frowned upon by societal norms. Plus, I wouldn’t get benefits with just a ship and a crew.” He took a tea bag from the jar of Liam’s favorite Irish breakfast tea. He paused, “Are you sure you don’t want any, Swan?” He was way too considerate for her liking, but she tried not to let it fuel her bubbling hatred. He would be with them for a little while, and she didn’t want it to be awkward.

“I’m good, I promise. I will, however, make some hot chocolate.” She went straight for the cinnamon, extracting it from its place in the cupboard before grabbing the mix and her favorite mug. She’d just finished stirring her drink when she was interrupted by her phone ringing. “Hey, Liam,” she greeted.

“Emma, where are you right now?” His voice was a little panicked, a little hurried.

“I’m at home with your brother, why? What’s going on?”

“Turn on the news. Now.” She rushed to change from her Netflix show to the local news channel.

“Breaking news for the Boston area: we are going into a mandated lockdown. The lockdown begins at midnight tonight, so I hope you have stocked up on all your essentials. There will be limited officials who will be able to deliver supplies upon request, but unfortunately it looks like we will be stuck for at least two weeks. Stay tuned for the latest—”

Emma stopped listening, trying to figure out how the fuck she was this unlucky. One more day, and Liam would have been home. But no, of course he couldn’t be. Now she was trapped with his smirk-happy, younger, more annoying (and more attractive, though she wasn’t quite ready to admit that yet) brother.

“Emma?” she’d forgotten that she was on the phone.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here. I just heard,” she was trying very hard to remain calm. “Are you sure we’re not just being pranked right now? Like maybe this is some new reality TV show thing that they’re trying out and they’re trying to convince everyone the world is ending,” she knew it was far-fetched and absolutely ridiculous at this point to hope it wasn’t real, but it was easier to process than her present situation.

“I really don’t think that’s it, Emma,” he replied, and the way he said her name reminded her that she needed to relax.

“You’re right,” she took a deep breath. “I’m fine, look, I’m gonna go figure out how we stand on supplies. I’ll call you later, okay?”

“Call me anytime,” he replied, and she was struck by the fact that she had people now, but it was not the time for that brand of breakdown.

“Looks like we’re stuck together,” Killian joked once she was off the phone, but she could see that the smirk didn’t quite reach his eyes. There was a bit of fear behind them, and somehow it made her feel better.

Her panic was still fresh, and she needed to get away from that room and that man. “I’m gonna...go see how much toilet paper we have left,” and she left as fast as she could without actually running.

It wasn’t that she was worried about her health. She was fine, and David, Mary Margaret, Ruby, Liam, Elsa, Anna...her family was all in good health. A lot of the world would be okay, and a lot of the world would not be. But that part was surreal, far away. And also out of her control, which wasn’t exactly something that made her jump with joy. What she could control and worry about was her new roommate for the foreseeable future.

Killian was somehow simultaneously easy and hard to hate. Somehow. His tendency to flirt with anything that breathed and the fact that he could see right through her like he knew her...that made it easy to hate him. But she had also seen, not only in the last twenty minutes or so but also in Liam’s infinite stories of him, that he had that bad boy with a heart of gold thing that just so happened to be her fictional character ‘type.’

It didn’t help that her mind was at war. One side of her, the instinctual, foster kid side, told her to run. Avoid him like the plague. Ironic, really. She wanted to hide in her room for two weeks or a month or however long they’d be stuck in her now-too-small apartment.

But the other side, the side that came directly as a product of spending years in the company of her friends—no, her family—told her to open herself up to him, take advantage of the time she’d have with him and try to really get to know him, to see the man Liam had raved about for years.

Needless to say, Emma had a headache.

She spent ten minutes or so just pacing in her room, before deciding to actually check to see how much toilet paper she had in her personal bathroom. Once she’d calmed down enough, she returned to the kitchen, only to find Killian rifling through the pantry.

“What are you doing?” She hoped it didn’t sound like an accusation, but an innocent inquiry.

He didn’t seem fazed by it and simply replied, “I’m trying to determine how long we can survive without supplies,”

“And?” She’d succeeded this time in making her voice much more inquisitive than sharp.

He moved to face her, done with his assessment of the cabinet. “And, we have plenty of alcohol, a good amount of coffee as well as a few other beverages, and on the food front, I think we’ll be okay for about two weeks.”

“Good, good. I’m sure we’ll be able to get groceries before then,” she said, although there was no way she could be so certain.

She cleared her throat anxiously, “Look, Jones, I think we should be friends.”

“Friends?” His stupid eyebrow was doing that thing again.

“Yes, friends. We’re stuck together, so we might as well make the most of it. I think if either of us would like to retain a single shred of sanity by the end of this, we have to get along.”

“I wasn’t aware that we weren’t already friends, Swan,” his gaze made her stomach turn.

“Oh really? You think I’m just this warm and bubbly to all my close pals?” She joked, then added, “Do you think we can just start over?”

“Of course, love,”

She held out her hand, and he took it. “I’m Emma Swan,”

“Killian Jones. It’s lovely to make your acquaintance, Swan,” he grinned.

She rolled her eyes once more at his drama. “Now that that’s over with, what should we do now that we have all this time?”

“Well, I do have one idea…” his voice was so suggestive and seductive it should be a crime.

“Woah, woah, woah,” she held up a hand as if she could force his train of thought to come to a stop.

“Come now, Swan, I was going to suggest a movie. I don’t know where your mind went, but my idea was entirely innocent,” he assured her, although the teasing in his voice made her positive of what he’d intended her to think.

“Ah, yes, a movie. Of course,” she nodded, crossing the room to take her place on the couch. He joined her tentatively, taking Liam’s usual seat on the other end of the sofa. “Any suggestions?” She asked, and he looked thoughtfully for a moment.

“I’m not sure, do you have a genre preference?”

Her lips ticked up a little, “Well, lately I’ve been on a rom-com marathon, but I’m not sure how much you’d enjoy that,”

He feigned offense, “I am always in the mood for a romantic comedy, Swan. I’m insulted that you would assume otherwise,”

She put her hands up as if in surrender. “Okay, okay, I shouldn’t have assumed. But do you have any ideas?”

“Well, what do you have?”

After showing him her extensive movie collection that she was extremely proud of, he selected one of her favorites and they settled in.

What shocked her more than the fact that Killian Jones enjoyed romantic comedies was that he also got rather worked up when the characters did something he didn’t agree with. Maybe it shouldn’t have surprised her very much, given his tendency for drama in his life, but it was still jarring to have him yell at Jude Law.

“Come on, mate,” he muttered, exasperated. When she looked at him curiously, he exclaimed, “Well, he’s just letting her go!”

But all was well, of course, because Cameron Diaz decided not to leave, and as always, everyone lived happily ever after.

Once the credits rolled across the screen, Emma excused herself to go to bed.

“Sleep well, Swan,” his voice was unusually soft.

“You too, Jones,” she called over her shoulder as she headed towards her room.

It was annoying how often he crept into her mind as she went through her nightly routine. He was a baffling man, and it was getting harder to hate him. Especially after seeing him call Jack Black ‘blind.’

“He’s been in love with her since he laid eyes on her, Swan,” he’d said.

She looked forward to seeing more rom-coms with him in the coming weeks, and that kind of freaked her out. She’d never say it out loud.

Emma woke to the smell of bacon, and it startled her. But as soon as she remembered the night before, one Killian Jones, Mr. Would You Like Any Tea, she really should have known. She didn’t mind in the least, as her usual breakfast was just toast or cereal, or if she was going out, a good bearclaw.

“Good morning, love,” he greeted, just as cheery as his brother at that time in the morning.

“Is it a Jones family requirement to be a morning person?” Emma was famously grumpy before 11 o’clock, even more so if she didn’t have a warm beverage in her hand.

He just laughed, and placed a mug of something in her hand. When she stared at him questioningly, he told her, “some hot chocolate, Swan.” With an eye roll, he turned to flip a pancake.

She took a sip carefully, mostly because her brain was still trying to figure out what the hell was going on. She looked down at the drink she was holding. “This has cinnamon in it,”

“Aye, that’s how you like it, isn’t it?” Although he faced the stovetop, she knew that his eyebrow would be raised.

“Uh, yeah, I’m just trying to figure out how you knew that,”

“You made some for yourself last night, Swan. Remember?” He told her, as if it were the most obvious thing.

“Oh yeah,” she muttered. He noticed. And remembered.

At this point, to say that she hated Killian Jones would be an outright lie. This charming, annoying, thoughtful man was making her breakfast and he remembered how she liked a drink she made in front of him one time.

In fact, if she were a different person, she might even say that she liked him.

“It’s ready, Swan,” he said.

She watched him as he took two plates to an already set table. She would not let this freak her out, she promised herself. She knew how important it was that they both try to have fun and relax during this extremely confusing and anxiety-inducing time.

So instead of obeying that voice in her head that was yelling at her to run, Emma took a seat across from Killian at the table and smiled at him.

After breakfast, they brainstormed activities, then got to work. Although, it was much more like play.

Emma beat Killian at Wii bowling, but he kicked her butt at tennis.

“Oh, come on! How are you this good?” She cried after he scored on her yet again.

“I don’t know, love, I guess I’m just a very skilled man,” he told her with a wink.

They got a little too competitive once they started playing baseball, and they decided it was better to stop playing than to potentially cause permanent damage to any furniture.

“We could reorganize the kitchen,” Killian suggested.

“Are you kidding? That sounds terrible,” she grumbled.

He chuckled at her childish attitude. “It’ll be fun,”

She wasn’t sure how that worked, but somehow it did. They reorganized the pantry and all the cabinets before she started whining. “This is horrible,”

“Fine, Swan. What do you suggest we do?”

“I’ve been meaning to change the light bulbs in my bathroom for like six months,” she said.

He rolled his eyes. Maybe she should start counting. “Okay, and after those five minutes?”

“I’ll let you know when we get there,”

It did take five minutes, but then she decided to find a new mop on Amazon for the one she’d been thinking about replacing for a year. Killian very harshly judged her shopping methods, claiming that she shouldn’t buy it unless she is able see it and touch it herself, but she reminded him that they couldn’t exactly go out.

They ended up going back to the Wii, this time playing Wii Sports Resort. He complained that basketball was a stupid game when she won, and then proceeded to kick her ass at swordplay.

“Swordplay? Really?”

“Come on, Swan, you yourself called me a pirate,” he teased.

She shook her head, “I did not, I only said I thought you might be a pirate.”

“Same thing,”

She sighed, “do you think it’s lunchtime yet?”

He looked at his watch, groaning. “It’s only been an hour and a half,”

“What?” She almost screamed. “How is this even possible? I thought it had been like four,”

“Unfortunately not,” he sighed. “But don’t lose heart, Swan. I’m sure there’s lots more we can do,” he said, and thought for a moment. “Do you have any board games?”

“Oh hell yeah,” she led him to their game closet, and he immediately went for Monopoly. “That’s a dangerous game, Jones,” she warned.

“I’m well aware, Swan.” He met her wild eyes, “And I do so love a challenge.”

“You’re on,”

They played for three hours, and they were quite equal opponents. Neither let the other hoard all the railroads, and they were good at snatching up the last of a color before the other could have a monopoly.

But then Killian landed on Park Place. He already had Boardwalk.

“No!” Emma cried, but of course he purchased it, and began piling on the houses.

It was a long time before Emma landed on either property, but she did. It didn’t damage her bank too much, but she knew she wouldn’t survive a second payment.

Sure, in a typical game, Park Place and Boardwalk weren’t really the smartest investments. They take up so little space on the board, it’s complete luck to have a player land on it. But because they were both so strategic throughout the earlier game, neither even held a monopoly until Killian got ahold of Park Place. And in a game of just two players, trading wasn’t going to happen.

She cringed when he added a hotel, and just hoped she wouldn’t have to find out what the rent on that one was.

A few turns later, she landed on Boardwalk. “Pay up, love,” he was absolutely beaming, and instead of handing over the cash, she just started throwing hotels at his head.

They called it off after that.

“Tell you what, Swan, I’ll think about forgiving you if you help me make lunch,”

She considered it for a moment, but decided it was for the best. “Fine, just don’t make me do anything difficult.”

They just had grilled cheese and tomato soup (unfortunately there were no onion rings on hand), but it was the best damn grilled cheese she’d ever had. She hoped it had more to do with a secret ingredient Killian had somehow added when her back was turned, rather than the person who made it.

They decided to try to do some work, but it was short lived. Emma studied the information she had on her current skip for a little bit, but there was no further she could go without actually tracking the guy down.

Killian was also unable to get very much done, because as he discovered shortly after opening his computer, the company he was working with at the moment had temporarily shut down. He couldn’t exactly strategize without a company to work with.

“Well, that’s unfortunate,” he declared once they both realized there was no work to be done.

Emma just stared out the window for a few minutes, never before wanting to go out more than in that moment. Wordlessly, she got up, searching in a drawer beneath the TV.

“Ah ha!” She held up the treasure she’d just located.

“Fuck yes,” Killian jumped to turn the Wii back on.

She laughed at his enthusiasm. “Just to warn you, I am a pro at Mario Kart.”

“Of course you are, Swan,” he smirked.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re a very talented woman, love, and I’d never claim otherwise.”

“But?”

“But, that’s what you said about Monopoly. And we saw how that turned out...” She smacked him playfully on the arm at the reminder of her painful loss.

“No, no, no, Jones. I never said I was a pro. If I remember correctly, I only implied that I was good.”

“Fine. We’ll just have to see who the true champion is, won’t we?”

She was good; ‘pro’ wasn’t an easily-earned term for Emma. Killian couldn’t deny that she was extremely skilled. They played for an hour, and Killian had only won twice. He admitted defeat, which was a difficult thing for him to do.

She bowed at his recognition, secretly very proud of herself at beating him after not playing for like three years.

Emma left after a little while to take a shower, surprisingly sweaty after Mario Kart. She used her time under the hot water to release her tight muscles in her back and shoulders. She was sure they were a product of her tensing over the remote, absolutely determined not to let him win.

She tried not to let her mind drift to him as she attempted to relax, but that was proving more and more difficult as she spent time with him. It certainly didn’t help that she was pretty much only spending time with him. But that was inevitable.

She took her time brushing her hair out and getting dressed, trying not to let her newfound sense of calm to slip away.

She was just considering returning to the living room when a Skype call came through on her computer.

“Emma! How are you? Are you okay there by yourself?” Mary Margaret asked, the worried mom-friend as usual.

“I’m fine, I’m great. And I’m not alone, Liam’s brother is here, remember?”

She cringed at David’s sudden appearance next to Mary Margaret. “Oh yeah? And how’s that going?” David asked, a hint of something with an edge in his voice. Accusation? She wasn’t sure.

“It’s great. I promise,” she hoped her words would calm him. It’s a good thing he was married to the mom of the friend group, because he was definitely the dad. “We’ve mostly just been playing Wii. I just destroyed him in Mario Kart,” she told them proudly.

Mary Margaret laughed, and David added, “Attagirl,” as if she were actually his child. Ridiculous, but it made her smile.

They chatted for a little while, catching up on all the personal life things they’d been missing the last few days in an attempt to do some social distancing.

“But I guess the party’s canceled now. I hope this is all better by the Fourth of July, or I’m going to be very grumpy,” Mary Margaret nearly pouted, and it made Emma laugh.

“I’ll let the authorities know that it’s gotta be finished before then, okay?” Emma teased.

“Swan?” Killian called, knocking on her door. “May I come in?”

“Yeah, what’s up?” She asked as he cracked open the door, just his head peeking in.

“I was wondering what you’d like for dinner, but I can come back later, I can see you’re occupied.” He moved to close the door, but she stopped him.

“No, no, it’s fine.” She gestured for him to come in, and then angled her computer a bit to introduce them. “Guys, this is Killian, Liam’s brother. Jones, this is Mary Margaret and David. They like to think they’re my parents,” she grinned at their objections.

“It’s nice to meet you, Killian,” Mary Margaret said once she was done reprimanding Emma.

He shifted nervously, and he had this look on his face that she couldn’t quite read. “It’s lovely to make your acquaintance.”

He was the pinnacle of manners, and she should’ve seen it coming with the way Liam was.

“I heard that Emma kicked your ass in Mario Kart Wii,” David said, pride dripping from his voice. It made heat rush to her cheeks.

“Aye, that she did. It was a well earned victory,”

Once again, Emma was surprised at Killian’s words. Although it was more the tone that confused her, the hint of pride that matched David’s. It was rather unexpected.

Dinner was an interesting affair to say the least. Emma tried to help, really, but she wasn’t one for cooking. Luckily, he’d noticed that from her attempt at assistance when they’d made lunch earlier, so he was prepared.

“All you have to do is stir,” he told her.

“Are you sure?”

This made him laugh, and she caught herself watching as his eyes squinted and his head was thrown back in the movement. “I’m positive, Swan.”

Killian put together the most gourmet spaghetti and meatballs she’d ever seen, and it was fascinating to watch him flit around her kitchen, adding this and that, completely focused and in his element.

The stirring he’d tasked her with was a homemade sauce, which she thought was a little crazy, considering you could just buy some in a jar at the store. When she mentioned this, he shook his head.

“Sure, you can buy the premade sauce, but why do that when it’s so easy to make your own, plus, it’s so much better,”

She bit back a laugh at his passion for anything homemade. It was adorable.

She froze for a split second. The thought had just appeared in her head without warning. She returned to her mechanical stirring, but she remained in her head, trying to find the root of the thought. Did she really think he was adorable? She must have, or else the thought wouldn’t have been so instant. But really, you’d have to be blind to miss the attractiveness in his features, and claiming otherwise was what they called denial. Maybe it wasn’t such an important thought after all.

“It’s ready,” he informed her as he opened the fridge and pulled out an unopened bottle of red wine.

“Good thing we reorganized the kitchen earlier, or else you wouldn’t know where the corkscrew is,” she grinned.

“You’re so right, Swan. A wonderful idea on my part,”

They enjoyed their meal in a comfortable, companionable silence. It was kind of funny, how completely opposite their relationship was from just the night before. She’d dreaded his arrival for hours, and now she was starting to think that perhaps she was trapped with just the right person.

She was surprised she didn’t choke on her food when the thought popped into her head. She hoped maybe some conversation would distract her from her head.

“You’re a wonderful cook,” she commented.

“Thank you, love. I learnt the importance of a well cooked meal from my mother,” he told her, fondness in his voice.

Liam never really talked about their mom, but she knew she’d died when they were young. “That’s what Liam usually says,”

“Aye, he was lucky enough to learn a lot from her before she passed, and I was lucky enough to have him to teach me when I was older,” he said, his smile much softer than before.

“He’s a good brother,”

“Aye, too good to have to put up with my shit,” he agreed, but she could hear the hidden meaning in his words.

“You know, Liam’s spent the last five years or so talking you up. Always telling me how great you are, how proud he is of you...it got pretty annoying after the first few times,” she tried to make it casual enough that he wouldn’t be uncomfortable with her confession.

His eyes got slightly bluer somehow, and his smile turned into a smirk. “Well, how could he not boast about me?”

She decided that her mission was successful, and it eased a weight around her heart to see him accept this new information.

After a second glass of wine, she helped him clean up. He washed, she dried, that was the system, and a good one at that. They made quite the team.

They chose another rom-com from her collection, and once again Emma enjoyed Killian’s comments, although this time most of his anger was directed towards Justin Long. “Does he really think he’s not completely in love with her? That’s ridiculous,” he huffed.

She grinned, “I don’t know what to tell you, Jones. Men are blind, I guess,”

He shook his head. “Not all men are that blind, love, I promise.”

She tried not to think about his words as she climbed into bed. She was exhausted after all that competition and emotional energy. There were so many little things she’d picked up on over the course of the day, it was no wonder she was so good at her job.

She didn’t hate him, and probably never did. He was far too thoughtful to be real, too considerate. He read her like a goddamn book and she had no idea how to deal with it. She just hoped their understanding of each other would be to her advantage and not cause her harm.

Over the next few days, the two of them fell into somewhat of a routine. Killian would make breakfast, then they would goof off and play games until lunch. After that, they tried to do something productive, but as the days passed that got a bit harder, especially after they’d deep cleaned the whole house. On day four, they prepared what Emma called ‘niche powerpoint presentations.’ It was a good way to kill an hour or two, especially when Killian created a literal Ted Talk about why Peter Pan is actually the villain. It made Emma laugh so hard her stomach hurt.

After their productive time, they’d give each other some privacy for whatever they needed or wanted to do. Emma usually just showered and Skyped her friends, although one day she took a nap.

Then it was dinner, which Killian would make, and then Emma would help him clean up. They finished off their days with a rom-com that usually had Killian annoyed at this character or another. It was funny (and adorable) every time.

On day five, Liam and Elsa Skyped her, and Emma brought her computer out to sit on the coffee table so they could both talk.

“So Emma, how are you getting along with my little brother. Is he giving you a lot of trouble?” Liam chuckled.

“Younger. Younger brother,” Killian muttered, arms crossing his chest like a four-year-old.

“No, he’s been feeding me, so that’s good,”

“I was a bit worried you might starve with me gone for so long,” Liam teased.

Killian rolled his eyes. “You know I’m perfectly capable of cooking, Liam,”

“Oh of course, of course,” he agreed too quickly. Emma was no expert at sibling relationships, but she was pretty sure that he was implying he was the superior cook. He wasn’t, but she was afraid she was beginning to become biased, so she didn’t trust herself to say it.

“Emma, have you been talking to David and Mary Margaret much?” Elsa asked.

“We Skype just about every day. They’re so parent-y, still,”

“That’s definitely not a word, Swan. ‘Parent-y,’ really, that’s not even creative,” Killian shook his head in feigned disappointment.

“I’m sorry, but I momentarily blacked out and forgot the word parental. Are you happy?”

“Overjoyed.”

“At least I don’t have to worry about you two destroying the apartment,” Liam said.

“What are you implying?” Emma raised her eyebrows.

“I figured that by now you would’ve murdered him, Emma, but you’re more tolerant than I thought,” he said.

“I can’t say I haven’t considered it once or twice,” she ignored his call of ‘hey!’ and added, “but I would’ve been left with the mess, plus it would’ve just been me for two weeks and that doesn’t sound fun,”

“That’s understandable,” Liam nodded seriously.

“We’re so proud of you, Emma,”

They ended the call a little while later, and all was well until Elsa called her just after she’d gotten out of the shower.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“I just wanted to talk to you, uh, alone,” Elsa said.

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“No, no, everything’s fine. Sorry, I realize how that sounded. No, I mean...you and Killian seem to be getting along really well,”

“Oh,” that made her pause. “What makes you say that?”

“I kind of thought you still hated him, but, well, you guys were very much flirting while we were on Skype, Emma,”

“Oh.”

She’d gotten so used to his company and their playful banter that she didn’t even realize what had been right in front of her. “Oh,” she repeated once it sunk in. “Well shit,”

“What are you going to do?”

“I have no idea. I’ll, um, I’ll call you later, okay?”

“Emma, are you sure—”

“Bye, Elsa,” she hung up before she could finish her sentence.

Over the course of the next few minutes, Emma’s brain became what she liked to refer to as a Shit Tornado. It was just...shit. Flying around, spinning, going one hundred and fifty miles per hour and destroying everything in its path.

She liked him, like liked him. Yes, the official middle school definition. She actually cared about him, and she had no idea how it happened. But did he also care? She should’ve figured that one out days ago, really. The hot chocolate that first morning? It was so obvious. There were so many looks she tried to ignore, on both ends, actually. Many comments she pretended never happened. God, she said that men were blind, but holy shit! She might as well donate her eyes, because she clearly hadn’t been using them.

She wasn’t sure how long she let the Shit Tornado ravage her brain as she sat on the floor of her bathroom, but there was a knock on the door.

“Swan?” His voice was soft and sweet and fuck.

“Go away,” she muttered, absolutely in no state to see him.

“Love, what’s going on?”

He was so goddamn nice it made her want to cry. “Nothing,” it was a blatant lie, they both knew it, but she didn’t care. There was silence on the other side of the door, and she wasn’t sure if she was more relieved or disappointed.

But after a moment, he said, “I have rum,”

She sighed, going against at least half of the cells in her body and reaching up to open the door.

He was extremely polite and didn’t mention the fact that she was just in a robe, and he moved to sit beside her on the floor. Wordlessly, he unscrewed the cap to his flask and passed it to her.

She took a few sips and returned it to him. He didn’t pressure her to speak, and at this point that didn’t shock her. He wanted to wait until she was comfortable.

“Do you remember when we first met?” She asked.

“Of course,”

“I was a little rude,” she said quietly. “Do you know why?” He just shook his head, letting her continue without interrupting. She smiled. It was a weak one, but it was still a smile. “Something you said really freaked me out,” she looked at him.

His eyes found hers, and she could see that he was searching his memory.

“You said, ‘try something new, darling. It’s called trust,’”

“I sounded like a jackass,” he mumbled.

She laughed, “That’s not what freaked me out. What freaked me out was that just before you’d said that, I wanted to trust you. I felt like I could, and I’d known you for like ten minutes. Everyday, when I’m working or whatever I’m doing, I listen to my gut. That day, it was telling me to trust you, to open myself up to you. But I couldn’t risk being wrong, and it was so startling to want to trust someone, and I just-I couldn’t handle it. So I pushed you away,”

“That makes perfect sense, love.”

She sighed. “But this funny thing has been happening. I don’t want to push you away anymore,”

A smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “I’d like to not be pushed away,” he told her. “But I also want you to be comfortable, and happy,”

“I know, but I realized today that I am comfortable. So comfortable it scared me,”

“Look, Emma, I know you’ve been hurt before. I know that it takes a lot to earn your trust, and I want you to know that it would be very much worth the effort, for me.” He shifted to face her properly. “I don’t do things part way, Swan. You should know that. If you’re willing to give this a shot, I’m ready to go all in,”

She stared at him for a moment, as if she were expecting to wake up from a dream or snap out of some sort of hallucination. “I’d like to try to give this a shot,” it was just a whisper, but the effect it had on his whole being was massive. His grin alone created a fire that warmed her heart.

Emma awoke with that childlike first-day-of-summer hopefulness, ready for all the joy and possibilities that lay in front of her.

But once she was out of her room and staring at him at the stove, she realized that she had absolutely no idea how she was supposed to act or even feel. She had a new tornado in her brain, but this one was the polar opposite of the Shit Tornado, this was a...Joy Tornado? It was definitely not something she’d experienced before.

“Swan! I trust you slept well,” he said, handing her a mug. Her favorite mug, as usual, the yellow handmade-looking one that she used everyday, the one he discovered after that first day when she’d mentioned it offhand. Every day after that, that was the mug he would hand her as soon as she stumbled out of her room, hands rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“Your breakfast is on the table,” he informed her. He looked almost as excited as she felt, and it was really cute.

He joined her a minute later, his usual place at the table passed over for the seat beside her. She tried not to let it distract her, but unfortunately the Joy Tornado was picking up speed.

There was a different ease between them, something that had been a result of their conversation the night before. She caught herself watching him in a way she hadn’t allowed herself to just twenty-four hours earlier.

They made cupcakes for some reason, maybe because they discovered there was absolutely nothing else to do, and Emma couldn’t remember a time when she laughed more.

“Swan, try this!” He called, handing her a spoon with a bit of the chocolate batter.

It was heaven, and not just because she hadn’t had cupcake batter in years. When she gave him back the spoon, he tried it himself, and she couldn’t help but watch as the dark batter touched his lips.

Once he noticed she was staring, his eyebrow did that thing again, although this time the feeling in her chest wasn’t anything related to annoyance. In fact, she found it rather alluring. “See something you like, Swan?”

“Nope, not at all,” she said, a smirk creeping onto her lips.

“You’re a terrible liar, love,”

Emma caught herself far too many times thinking things that would make old Emma puke. Although ‘old’ more meant ‘a week ago.’ But she couldn’t find herself to care one bit.

They were crafting, yes crafting, with some random supplies they found hidden away in a box shoved into a corner in one of the many closets. It was pipe cleaners and stickers and children’s glue, but it was entertaining.

They’d made it a competition, of course. Whoever made the best picture in twenty minutes won, though there was no prize other than bragging rights. So naturally, the entire twenty minutes was spent throwing insults at each other, promising that their picture would be better than the other’s.

When the buzzer went off, Emma was embarrassingly proud of her creation. It was an extremely abstract landscape that reminded her of one of the places she’d lived as a foster kid. Sure, the forest was made up of pieces of green and blue pipe cleaners, but it was the best damn thing she’d ever made.

But Killian presented his masterpiece, and she almost lost it.

It was a swan. Aboard a pirate ship. Damn him.

“I think yours is brilliant, Swan,” he said, pride in his voice.

She rolled her eyes, “You made a pirate ship, Jones. You win.”

“Well, if you insist. But I do plan on hanging both up on the fridge,” he said, and then actually got up and put them front and center, moving the magnets until they were sturdy. “There. Now, are you hungry?”

Emma spent their entire dinner trying to figure out how this man was even real. He was so considerate, and he always knew just what to say. He remembered all those little details and made her feel important. He never teased her in ways that actually inflicted any damage; it was like he knew which areas to avoid. All of this led her to one conclusion, one that she should have determined a long, long time ago: Killian wasn’t Neal.

In fact, the entire week she’d been pushing away thoughts of comparison before they could take form. When he made her hot chocolate, she’d tried not to remember how Neal could never get any of her orders right. Coffee, Chinese food, whatever, he could never get it right. Killian also never insulted the things she cared about, and took interest in the things she enjoyed. They were making the way through her rom-com collection, after all. Killian wasn’t pushy, he didn’t pry. He didn’t expect things from her that she wasn’t ready to give. It was a lot to process.

“We’re very pensive this evening, aren’t we?” Killian asked with a small smile. He too had been quiet.

“Sorry, I just have a lot on my mind,”

“No need to apologize, Swan,” he said, and it reminded her of another reason he wasn’t Neal. Perhaps she should start making a list.

“There’s something I’d like to tell you about,” Emma began once they’d finished eating, “but I think we’re going to need something a little stronger for this conversation,” she picked up her empty wine glass in show.

Killian nodded, moving immediately to take a bottle out of the cabinet. Rum, of course.

“Last night, there was something you said,” she told him, watching as he poured the alcohol for them. “You knew I’d been hurt before, and I think you should know about it,”

“You needn’t tell me if it makes you uncomfortable, love,”

Emma sighed, “That’s the thing, I know that I can share it with you. And I want to,” he didn’t reply, which she took as a cue to continue. “I met Neal when I was seventeen. I tried to steal a car that he had already stolen,” she laughed, and he raised an eyebrow. “I lived a much different life back then. Anyway, we fell in love, or so I thought, and we were together for a while, stealing what we needed to survive, planning to run away together after we’d had enough money. But Neal wanted to steal something bigger, some expensive watches, and when he got caught, he framed me. I went to jail for his crime,”

The silence that followed her story was deafening, and she shifted uncomfortably for a moment. “So that’s why I don’t do the whole ‘trust’ thing easily. I didn’t see it coming, and I should have.”

“Don’t blame yourself for that coward’s decisions, Emma,” his voice was quiet and restrained.

“I don’t. Or, I try not to. I know now that I was just a pawn, but it took me a long time to figure it out.”

“Thank you for sharing that with me, love,” he said, adding more alcohol to their glasses. “Well, while the rum is out, perhaps you’d like to hear my own depressing tale,” he joked, although his laugh wasn’t as hearty as she knew it to be.

“I met my first love, Milah, when I was a young lad. Twenty-three, actually. She was adventurous and a bit older, and I fell deeply in love. I didn’t know she had a husband and a son until almost a year later,”

“Shit,” Emma muttered, and he smiled.

“Aye, my sentiments exactly. But I was positively head over heels—young love and all that—so I stayed with her. We met in secret for a year after my little discovery, although it had really been secret the entire time. And then her husband forced her to move far away, I’m assuming he found out about me, and about six months after that, I’d heard that she had died in a car crash. I’m not sure if she ever truly loved me, or if she just saw me as some sort of rebellious freedom,” he finished.

“Aren’t we a pair,” she said after a few minutes.

“Aye, I believe we make quite the team, love,”

They ignored Emma’s movie collection and just spent the rest of the evening consuming the contents of the bottle on the table, bonding over shared (mostly heartbreaking) experiences. She knew she would regret the last few drinks in the morning, but that wasn’t important. What was important was that Emma now understood how Killian could know her so damn well.

And she couldn’t bring herself to mind at all.

As expected, a headache greeted Emma when she got up, and the light peeking in made the pounding against her skull much worse. She groaned as she pushed herself out of her bed, hoping very much that Killian wouldn’t be as chipper as he usually was in the morning.

A rather familiar green and disgusting-looking drink sat on the counter waiting for her. “Ah, the famous Jones hangover cure,” she mumbled, grabbing it and trying not to think about what she knew it contained.

“So you’ve heard of it,” Killian’s voice was much more subdued than usual.

“Yes, Liam has made it for me many times,” she explained, and he nodded thoughtfully. She downed the glass, holding her nose as she did so. “Gross,” she commented, placing the cup on the counter.

“True, but give it half an hour,” he said, turning off the stove. “I made us omelettes this morning,”

“I didn’t expect you to make breakfast...I don’t even think I could stand up for five minutes right now,”

“What can I say, I’m a creature of habit,” he grinned, handing her a plate full of food and moving towards the table to put down his own. “Besides, I very much enjoy cooking for you, Swan.”

“Why’s that?” She wondered, crossing the kitchen to place her plate directly beside his.

She looked up when he didn’t reply right away, just in time to see him reach up to scratch behind his ear, a nervous habit she’d noticed around day three. “Perhaps it’s because that was the first time I actually made you smile, that first morning,” he said quietly.

She stared at him for a moment, her brain processing his words much slower than its usual rate.

But then her lips were on his, and she couldn’t even remember actually closing the distance between them. One minute he was three feet away, the next minute, he wasn’t.

His body froze for just a fraction of a second before he responded, his hand coming up to tangle in her hair. Emma’s fingers played at the hair that rested at the nape of his neck as she stood on her toes just to be closer.

It was passionate and desperate and Emma could spend an eternity there, but before that could happen, Killian took one step to separate them. She looked at him for a moment, brow furrowed in a question.

“As much as I am enjoying this, love, and I am, I think we should stop before we take this elsewhere,”

She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

“I’m not interested in a one-time thing, Emma. It’s important to me that you know that,”

“Oh,” was all she could say.

“Of course I want to, believe me, love. I just...I have a history of one night stands, and I don’t want you to think that’s what this is. One night with you would certainly not be enough,”

She blinked for a second. “I don’t want this to be a one night stand, Killian. That would be really difficult to pull off, too, because we’re kind of stuck here, remember?” She joked.

He chucked. “True, very true.” He scratched behind his ear again, “I wasn’t—I’m not rejecting you, love.”

“I know, and I understand. I also have been known to have a one night stand here or there, and I agree. Maybe jumping right in wouldn’t be the best course of action, here.”

In response, Killian bent down to place a much more chaste kiss on her lips.

Emma spent the next few hours reminding herself of his words, convincing herself that he wasn’t lying when he said he wasn’t rejecting her. She knew it, it made sense, yet that part of her, that annoying little voice that liked to tell her she wasn’t enough, told her that he didn’t want her. At least, the little voice had been trying to, until Killian’s actions spoke louder.

They watched a movie instead of being productive, and he very neatly tucked her into his side as soon as they sat down. She couldn’t even pay attention as Ryan Reynolds was being yelled at by Sandra Bullock, because Killian kept tracing the back of her hand with his thumb.

And then when the movie was over, he pulled her up off the couch, dragging her to the kitchen where he made her a hot chocolate. Killian found casual, normal, everyday reasons to touch her, and she loved it. It was the casual intimacy that she’d never had before, and it made her heart so full that it hurt.

“David, will you relax? We are not going to run out of toilet paper. We’re fine!” Emma tried to convince him. They’d been Skyping for about ten minutes in the living room when Killian came out of his (Liam’s) bedroom.

“I can just order you some. Right now. I’m on the site already,” David said, holding up his phone.

“We have plenty, right Killian?” She asked, and he came over to sit beside her on the couch.

“Yes, mate, we’ve got enough to last us three months if need be,” he told him.

“I told you, David. You’re so dramatic,” Mary Margaret said, but there was so much love in her voice that it was clearly not an insult.

“Yeah, you and Killian could start a club,” Emma nudged him playfully.

Killian just shook his head, grinning at her. She couldn’t help but grin back.

“Emma?” Mary Margaret called.

“Yeah?”

“This might sound crazy, but are you two…is something going on between you two?”

Emma’s eyes widened, and she looked at Killian, no idea how to reply. He just gave this little encouraging nod, and she sighed. “Fine. You caught us,”

“I knew it!” Mary Margaret exclaimed.

“Okay, what? You just...started dating in the midst of a global catastrophe?” David interjected.

“It’s not like we planned it!” Emma said indignantly.

Killian beamed, “No, this was definitely not planned. Although, I couldn’t have picked a better person to be in quarantine with than you, love,”

Emma ignored Mary Margaret’s loud ‘awe’ and replied, “Damn right. You could say that we make a great quaranTeam,”

Killian pretended to be deeply offended by her terrible pun, putting a hand over his chest. “Swan, I daresay that was the worst pun I’ve ever heard,”

“What are you gonna do? Break up with me?” She cocked an eyebrow.

“I would never,” he said seriously, and it made her heart stop.

She was glad that she had an indefinite amount of time to figure that one out.

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sixohsixoheightfourtwo · 5 years ago

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who likes comPLETEly wild 1940s technicolor noir films?? is that you?? Please in that case watch DESERT FURY, a totally bonkers 1947 melodrama set somewhere in nevada. The Nitrate Diva posted about it on twitter, saying it “must be seen to be believed” and I simply Cannot turn down such a recommendation.

in Desert Fury: the world’s oldest 19 yr old student Paula (Lizabeth Scott, who’s sort of lauren bacall-like) comes home to the desert town of ‘chuckawalla’ where her mother Fritzi (Mary Astor) runs casinos (and i think also brothels??). Meanwhile racketeer EDDIE BENDIX (budget clark gable john hodiak) and his ‘pal’ johnny (wendell corey) blow into town .... and Paula, for some reason, Falls In Luv or something with him. It’s based on a story by Ramona Stewart written for the glossy womens’ magazines when she was still in college. so you KNOW it’s gonna be OTT idfic.

On a formal level the actual best things about this are probably the Cinnamon Tography — glorious technicolor etc, actual location shooting in arizona, luridly bright — and the miklos rozsa score. Also Edith Head’s costumes: Lizabeth Scott gets approximately 9000 high-glam outfit changes; the film is clearly designed as a star vehicle for her.

on an INFORMAL level.... it is an amazingly weird ride. Eddie turns out to be an old boyfriend of her mother Fritzi. Fritzi’s treatment of her daughter veers towards queasily pseudo-incestuous — calling Paula ‘baby’ all the time (UGH!), insisting Paula calls her by her first name, because ‘mother’ is ‘cold’ and not ‘companionable’. Burt Lancaster is ... also here, hating every second he’s in this film as Paula’s dumbass rodeo-champ-turned-cop love interest. (this was literally the second film he shot, he apparently thought it was total crap but had to do it as he was under contract. his best scenes tbh are with Mary Astor)

Oh and Paula mysteriously resembles Eddie’s DEAD WIFE .... which is why he’s interested in her. And his wife died under Suspicious Circumstances. And people keep slapping each other in the face.

But also — eddie bendix and his pal johnny ryan .... are Gay. OK no, eddie is bisexual. Any time they’re in a scene together they’re framed together, presented as a duo. sometimes they are shirtless drinking tea together. they have lived and worked together for years and years. How did they meet? according to eddie.... johnny picked him up at 2am in times square:

It was in the automat off Times Square about two o’clock in the morning on a Saturday. I was broke. He had a couple of dollars. We got to talking. He ended up paying for my ham and eggs… I went home with him that night… We were together from then on.

hello? hello??

ok so there’s a line about how there was a spare room at his mother’s boardinghouse or w/ever but it feels v much thrown in to appease censors.

Paula and Eddie start their affair and there are some great scenes where johnny is initially apparently NOT threatened by eddie having a girlfriend... and then realises what’s up and tries to separate them. the tone is v much — I’m really just paraphrasing his dialogue here — johnny’s been with him for 15 years, he’s outlasted other women, women don’t want to know the Real Eddie, unlike johnny. johnny keeps calling eddie ‘good-looking’. It’s the 1940s and J and E are the Bad Guys ... so no spoilers but it doesn’t end well for them, altho Johnny is the most sympathetic character in this film and you can fight me about it. But for about 75 minutes you get so caught up in trying to figure out how this film has a functional gay couple that you forget the Hays Code exists.

There’s a clip on youtube of Eddie Muller (a critic who specialises in noir) introducing a screening of Desert Fury — he calls it “the gayest movie I have ever seen coming out of Hollywood in the 1940s . . . the relationship between John Hodiak and Wendell Corey in this film is sort of not to be believed”. He also has them at #2 on his list of “Film Noir’s Top 10 (Maybe) Gay Couples” (first is John Dall and Farley Granger in Rope — and they really WERE gay).

anyway there u have it. quarantimes film rec: DESERT FURY, 1947. I watched it on a second-hand spanish-language DVD because there’s no UK release. It's on dvd/bluray in the US. u can probably also find it thru... other channels idk I didn’t look

#FILM #noir #desert fury #film rec #Someone write a fanfiction fixing the last 10 minutes of this film.#john hodiak #wendell corey #burt lancaster #lizabeth scott #mary astor #long post

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“The Faceless Ones” gets a facelift

Back in 2011 when I was first getting into Doctor Who, I managed to track down the Loose Cannon Reconstructions of the missing Doctor Who episodes. For those, like myself, who did not grow up on Doctor Who, classic Doctor Who can be a bit of an adjustment. The editing is slower. The dialogue is closer to theatre than television, and there is so much padding. That being said, over time I grew to love classic Doctor Who and rewatch it more than I do the new series. Regardless, the reconstructions have always been a bit of a slog to get through.

Watching a reconstruction is tedious, even with good writing. The fleeting moments where some fan shot a four-second clip pointed at the television are like small oases of movement in the desert of static imagery. Despite the valiant efforts of some truly talented fans, nothing will ever beat the real thing. So whenever a new animated remake of a missing Doctor Who episode is announced, I get excited. The opportunity to see these static images once more brought to life with movement is always good news. Except maybe when that announcement is "Fury From the Deep," when clearly "The Evil of the Daleks," is next in line, but that’s a gripe for another review.

For my review of "The Macra Terror," I watched the colour version of the story. However, this time around, I decided to stick with the classic black and white, which I found I much prefer as it feels appropriate to the storyline. I almost feel like the colour versions are an attempt to rope a younger audience into watching something old. As these animated reconstructions go, I feel as though the animation has gotten increasingly better. However, I can’t exactly say that this time. I will go into it further but suffice it to say, I feel as though some corners were cut. That isn’t to say that there aren’t moments of brilliance. For instance, the inclusion of the mugshots of both the Roger Delgado and Sacha Dhawan Masters into the background was a clever little easter egg.

"The Faceless Ones," is a bit of an odd story from beginning to end. Frankly, it’s overly long and a bit clunky, but at its heart is a mystery that keeps you wrapt with anticipation. It starts with the Doctor and his three companions- Jamie, Polly, and Ben landing the TARDIS at Gatwick airport. It’s a strange bit of storytelling from the outset as the primary source of conflict comes from the fact that the Doctor and his friends are trespassing where they shouldn’t be. The Doctor basically says "Cheese it, the fuzz!" and they scatter, running away from the police. The true point of this sequence is to split the group up. While running from the police, a strange group of mystrerious men load the TARDIS onto a flatbed and drive it away. Polly wanders into a building with a chameleon logo, where she witnesses the ray gun murder of a nosy inspector. Now the story has focus, we now have a mystery.

The Doctor and his pals go in and out of states of capture at the hands of airport security with such regularity that it begins to become laughable. Having no passports, the Commandant wants to keep the Doctor and Jamie for questioning, but the Doctor insists they look for the body of the man Polly saw murdered. The airport’s Commandant fills the role of the insufferable prick trope just long enough to draw the proceedings out into a proper six-episode runtime. I understand the need for a character’s refusal to believe in aliens as a reasonable reaction, but it becomes repetitive after three or so episodes. Luckily, the man actually proves to be rather useful further down the line, which is a nice break from the usual trajectory of such characters in Doctor Who which is usually one that leads to their and/or others’ demise. He does eventually acquiesce and go looking for the body, but they find nothing.

We learn that the man murdered was an inspector by the name of "Gascoigne." The men responsible for his death, Spencer and Blade, believe he may have been sent by the parents of one or more missing people. There are a few pieces to the puzzle early on. We’re shown a collection of postcards, over which Gascoigne was murdered. There also is the case of this strange organisation- Chameleon Tours and their collection of unused foreign stamps. We know the two things play in together, but how exactly is unknown. All the while, Ben seems to bumble from scene to scene with not a lot to do other than save people at the last moment, which seems to be all he’s ever really good for. As final stories for companions go, "The Faceless Ones," does a great job making a case for the departure of both Ben and Polly. As opposed to going out on a high, Ben and Polly’s own uselessness is highlighted here as they almost seem like an afterthought.

This is made even more painfully obvious when the brand new character of Samantha Briggs is given more prominence and agency within her first scene than Ben or Polly get in the entire serial. We learn that Chameleon Tours is some sort of front for a shady bunch of aliens that replace people by taking over their identities. Polly, having been kidnapped is replaced by a body double, pitting her against the Doctor and Jamie. Acting as though she’s never seen the two, she goes off to work at her new job as a receptionist for Chameleon Tours. This is where we meet Samantha, a young girl from Liverpool searching for her lost brother. All she had to go on was a postcard from her brother sent from Rome. Polly’s double benefits in no way by helping her learn the truth, so Samantha’s enquiries are deflected.

Around this time, Inspector Gascoigne’s partner, Inspector Crossland, has gone looking for him which leads him to the Commandant. He informs him that he’s there investigating his missing partner and looking into the activities of Chameleon Tours. Throughout this bit of the story, I honestly couldn’t tell you what Ben is up to. He’s a fart in the wind as far as the story is concerned. Other than being sent off to investigate, there is very little for him to do. The fact is, this is the Doctor and Jamie show at this point. The Doctor once again tries to plead with the Commandant, and once again runs away feigning a bomb with a bouncy ball. Jamie goes off to eavesdrop in the waiting area outside Chameleon Tours, which is where he overhears Samantha talking to fake Polly.

All the while, the baddies have a mole in the air traffic control room in the form of Meadows, a man replaced by a chameleon body double early on in the story. Because of this, they know the Doctor is a threat. While Jamie and Samantha flirt and compare notes, the Doctor heads back to the Chameleon Tours hangar to seek out Ben and further answers. There he discovers a penlike device which was used earlier to kidnap Polly. The Doctor pockets the device and continues his investigation. It is at this moment when the Doctor discovers the original Meadows in a crate, unresponsive, but seemingly alive. Spencer watches the Doctors activities over CCTV and draws him into a room which he proceeds to fill with cold gas. After a struggle, the Doctor plugs the gas nozzles with rags and covers the camera with his oversized coat. Upon arriving, Spencer finds the Doctor, seemingly unconscious, that is, until the Doctor springs awake and sprays Spencer in the face with the pen device and makes a break for it.

Jamie and Samantha have pieced together by now that Chameleon Tours give their young passengers pre-stamped postcards ahead of their flights. Their claim is to save the travellers time by posting the postcards for them, but in actuality, this is to dupe their families into believing they made it to their destinations. It’s a rather sinister plot which still leaves quite a few unanswered questions. Namely- if the passengers don’t arrive at their destinations, where do they end up? It’s enough for Crossland to consider a lead which he brings to the Commandant’s attention, but they’re afraid to tip their hand too much. If they halt the Chameleon Tours flight to Zurich, they may never find the answers or evidence they’re looking for.

The Doctor finally wins the Commandant over to his side by showing him the pen device can freeze fake Meadows’ tea instantly. At first, I thought the Doctor was antagonising Meadows, but it turns out, he simply didn’t recognise his face from the catatonic man in the crate earlier. It’s funny to imagine this, as modern Doctor Who would never allow such a lapse in the Doctor’s memory, but it’s part of why I love the Second Doctor so much. You can buy that this man is simultaneously the smartest man in the room, while also believing he would forget such an important face. There’s a sort of effortless absent-minded brilliance to Troughton’s performance that I just find utterly charming. The point is driven home by a small little one-off line where the Doctor asks Meadows if they have met before. Villains are left to wonder just how much the Doctor knows, up until he’s standing over their smouldering corpse muttering "Oh crumbs."

After the Doctor’s display, and Crossland’s encouragement, the Commandant gives the Doctor free reign of the airport for twelve hours to investigate. At this point, Jamie and Samantha arrive with the envelope of postcards giving Crossland enough cause to go question Blade. The Doctor, Jamie, and Samantha head off to look into the room where the Doctor was gassed. However, as the Doctor is leaving, Meadows plants a device on his back. Crossland finds Blade aboard a flight but discovers the plane is not a normal plane at all. After serving the passengers food and drinks, the stewardess seals them behind a giant vault door. I got a kick out of this bit as the animators were clearly having fun designing hip '60s inspired passengers on the plane. In fact, some of the background character designs throughout most of this serial range from inspired to questionable. Either way, it was nice to seem them at least trying, for the most part. The plane disembarks with Crossland aboard. Blade encourages Crossland to watch on a screen as the passengers vanish into thin air.

Meanwhile, the Doctor, Jamie, and Samantha go back to the hangar to try and find the command centre of the Chameleons. While searching, they discover a monitor showing a live feed from the room where Meadows was copied into fake Meadows. However, before they can go search for the room, the device on the Doctor’s back is activated, knocking him to the ground. Spencer emerges and renders them unconscious with another pen device. Upon waking up, our three heroes have discovered themselves unable to move, and in the path of a laser, very slowly creeping toward them, or at least Jamie or maybe Samantha. Either way, someone is going to die if they don’t work fast enough. This is such a cute moment in the episode as it’s like something from a bad James Bond film or Austin Powers. The villain leaves the heroes unattended while a laser slowly inches toward them. Classic.

It’s moments like these that really make me sad the episode is missing as I would have loved to see the faces Patrick Troughton pulled while struggling to move. Jamie and Samantha are able to move just enough for Jamie to use Samantha’s compact mirror to deflect the laser back at itself. Having destroyed the machine, the trio is suddenly very much not paralysed as they all stand up, good as new. Adorable. It’s a great little slice of campy goodness that is pure genre inspired fun. I’m all about it. All the while, Blade informs his director that he has an "original," in the form of Crossland for him to possess.

The Doctor and his friends find the conversion room where the airport medic, Nurse Pinto, is helping convert another Chameleon. The conversion involves attaching what looks like a Wiimote to each subjects’ forearm and transferring the biological information of the human victim to the Chameleon. After some adjusting, they’re able to talk like a human and even recall the memories of their original. In this case, it’s Jenkins, one of the immigration officers at the airport. I rather liked a small detail here that Jenkins still lived with his parents. Call me crazy, but it was a bit of character building that made you feel for a guy. Classic Doctor Who is full of those moments if you know where to look for them.

The Doctor and Jamie pretend to be a doctor and patient as to throw Pinto off their scent. But even if she believes their story, she’s still not going to allow them into the X-ray room where she performs her vile conversions. Jenkins and Spencer watch from a monitor, angry that their enemy has once again escaped his fate. But they let the Doctor leave as they have bigger plans and will let him come to them in his own time. Upon returning to the control tower, the Doctor learns that Crossland has been unheard from in quite some time.

At about this time, the crew of the control tower really begins to take shape. The secretary, a woman named Jean just kind of comes out of leftfield as MVP. First, she drops the bomb that not a single airport has reported ever receiving passengers from a Chameleon Tours flight. And then even further, allows herself to act as a decoy long enough for the Doctor to go root around in the X-ray room. Jamie goes off to find Samantha who has bought a ticket on the next Chameleon Tours flight in an attempt to take the investigation of her missing brother into her own hands. It seemed a bit weird to me that she would do this, seeing as they were already uncovering a huge chunk of the mystery at this point, but I guess the writers needed a reason to thrust Jamie into the action as he pockets Samantha’s ticket and goes in her place. That is, before stealing a rather saucy kiss from the precocious lass. Seriously, why was she never a companion? Samantha was awesome. Samantha 2020.

The Doctor finds two of the Wiimotes and completely misses the original Nurse Pinto propped up in a closet behind him. Once again, the brilliant imbecile misses the biggest clue right under his nose. Hoping to call Meadows out, the Doctor returns to the control tower again. But he’s not there. This is one of the most frustrating elements of this story- the constant back and forth between locations is enough to give you whiplash. On top of that, there is the constant cycle of capture and escape, capture and escape, capture and escape, that really bogs this story down. I wish it could have been more streamlined because as you may guess, they end up back in the X-ray room shortly after. Agh! Pick a fucking location and stick with it! Honestly, it’s writing like this that loses me the most and is why I couldn’t tell you where Ben is at this point in the story. Seriously, where is Ben? I don’t even care anymore.

Jamie gets taken onto Samantha’s flight in her stead. Only when the food and beverages are served, Jamie is off to be sick in the loo. He was referring to aeroplanes as giant metal beasties in the first episode, and now he’s flying in one. The dude may be made of sterner stuff, but even the best of us get airsick. Due to this, Jamie doesn’t disappear like the other passengers. Must be something to do with the food and drink, huh? Having realised Jamie took her ticket, Samantha becomes irate, but the receptionist guides her to Jenkins who of course pulls a ray gun on her. Another ray gun. Another capture. Woof.

The control tower tails the Rome flight with Jamie aboard with a small fighter jet, which honestly is a little weird. Did they just happen to have this fighter jet and pilot on hand? Is this a thing airports usually have? I honestly don’t know. Either way, the sequence doesn’t make much sense other than maybe they had some stock footage of a jet they kind of thought was cool. It’s funny then that the footage should now be missing and thus needs to be recreated by a computer years later. What was probably ten minutes of film splicing back in the '60s is now hours of rendering. These CGI plane shots are honestly one of the few times where the animation is more impressive than live action. So kudos to the animation department as those shots are genuinely cool.

Despite their cool rendering, the fighter jet is no match for Blade’s lasers as it is quickly shot out of the sky. It is just around this point that the Chameleon flight must have also crashed as it too disappeared off the radar. However, the Doctor believes that as opposed to going down, the plane actually went up- into space. Of course, the Commandant gives this theory zero credence. But the Doctor is absolutely correct as we see the plane’s wings fold back like a rocket ship and thrust higher and higher into the sky until it approaches a large black satellite orbiting Earth. This is once again one of those moments where I am cursing the lack of footage as I would relish the ability to see the models built for this sequence. I will say however, this is, once again, a crowning moment for the animation department.

Now aboard the satellite and unaffected by the plane’s vanishing trick, Jamie discovers drawers full of what appear to be small people lying unconscious. At this point, the plot still hasn’t really come fully together, so seeing tiny people in drawers is just mind-boggling. You think you have some idea as to how or why these bodysnatchers are doing what they’re doing and the story throws us this brain bender. Hats off to the writers because I challenge anyone to say they saw this bit coming ahead of time. As it turns out the passengers didn’t vanish, so much as they were shrunk down into tiny people. The reason why? Because the satellite wasn’t big enough. Which actually makes a lot of sense in some ways. Terry Pratchett once wrote that a gnome character of his was the richest man in Ankh-Morpork, by ratio. If his resources stretch further, then a dollar buys him more than it would a full-sized man. Brilliant.

After discovering the jet pilot was electrocuted (by lasers somehow), the Commandant is beginning to soften to the idea that the Doctor is onto something with his spacemen theory. After confronting Meadows with the Wiimotes, our MVP Jean stops his ass with a rolling chair. Seriously, I love Jean. Jean 2020. At this point, Meadows just kind of becomes their bitch and totally spills the beans about their plans. How their planet faced a catastrophe and how they needed new bodies, new faces. He even gives up the satellite position and the fact that they have some 50,000 young people on board, ready for conversion. He even leads them to where the real Nurse Pinto is being held. I think if they’d have broken out the thumbscrews he would have copped to kidnapping the Lindbergh baby. What a chump.

Around this time in the story, the animation begins to take a serious nosedive. Nurse Pinto kills a policeman with a ray gun, and I swear to God that the policeman has a partner that looks exactly like him. Now, I know this is a story about body doubles, but reusing the same character design on two separate human characters in the same scene is just lazy. I thought at first that perhaps the actors in the original version were twins. But then, later on, you see two of the same faced cops in a scene together again! So it’s not just twins, it’s triplets, evidently. And they all grew up to be coppers on the same beat. Sorry animators, but you’re nicked!

Shortly after, the link between Nurse Pinto and her original is broken and fake Nurse Pinto turns into a pile of clothing and some sort of amniotic fluid. Her water just broke in the worst way possible. I’ve said it before, but part of me wishes they would improve upon some of the foley in moments like these. Mark Ayres does a great job mixing and remastering what was already there, but would some sound effects be completely out of line? Some squidgy squashy mess would have gone a long way to sell this moment. I figure a seasoned Doctor Who pro like Ayres would really be able to deliver such a thing. Also, if you ever get curious to know what Mark Ayres looks like, I’ll save you a google search and just say- he looks exactly how you picture a guy named Mark Ayres to look. Just a little fun fact there.

The real Nurse Pinto and the Doctor decide to pretend to be chameleons at this point so they can infiltrate the satellite. However, Spencer’s not having it as he’s onto them, but he allows it because he has plans to take turn the Doctor into an original for yet another Chameleon. Upon arriving on the satellite, the Doctor discovers Jamie has been turned into a Chameleon as well, which is rather funny as the Doctor laments the loss of Jamie’s charming Scottish accent. Those two, I swear. It’s as Frank Rossitano from 30 Rock once said "I’m not gay gay. I’m just gay for Jamie." Before they can turn the Doctor into one of their ilk, the Doctor destroys their machine buying the Commandant down on the ground some time to find the originals the Chameleons were linked to.

All the while, the Doctor is sowing seeds of doubt among the Chameleons that their director, in the form of Crossland, only cares for himself. That he wouldn’t care if he endangered them into becoming puddles themselves. He drives the point home by bluffing that they have found the locations of the originals. It’s a gambit that actually seems to work as Spencer and his men begin to question their director. The Commandant, on the ground level, is still plugging away, trying to save the day from his end. I kind of love the Commandant for following through with the Doctor’s bluff, and with such gusto. As I said, he really comes into his own by the end of the story. It’s kind of a shame that the guy never got a name. In the same vein as Counter Measures, I could see him, Jean, and maybe even Crossland in their own spin off adventures. They’re really a great group of one-off characters. Nurse Pinto and Samantha can come too.

It’s rather weird to me that the Chameleons opted to hide the originals as opposed to just taking them with them in the first place. After Samantha and Jean discover 25 cars registered to Chameleon Tours, they set off to search the car park. We find out that the catatonic originals have been stowed away in the cars to slowly die while the conversions complete. This may seem like a really dumb place to stash a body, but it’s not exactly unheard of. The airport of the city I’m from actually missed a truck containing the body of a man for eight months. Either way, it’s an odd little plot hole that exists mainly to give the Doctor something to hold onto and create dissent within the ranks. There is literally no reason not to take the bodies until the process is done. But ok.

Seemingly out of nowhere, the great stool pigeon that is Meadows, grows a pair and escapes from his guards. This is where the animation gets really ropey. I don’t know if it’s because the black and white versions are a 4:3 aspect ratio as compared to the 16:9 ratio of the colour versions, but as Meadows wrestles free, his body proportions are comically incorrect. His arms look about several inches too short, and they are positioned in such a way that the shoulders are set far too high. My guess is that the animators originally made this scene for the widescreen ratio, and merely squashed the image, thus shortening the arms for the black and white version. As opposed to, you know, bending the elbows. He tries to subdue Samantha but eats pavement. Slow clap for Meadows. Meadows 2016.

To prove they aren’t bluffing, the Commandant removes the link on Jenkins arm which turns him into a puddle aboard the satellite. This sends the Chameleons into a frenzy and they shoot their director, killing fake Jamie in the process. The Doctor negotiates with the remaining Chameleons to return all of the missing people and even agrees to help them find a cure for the catastrophe that set them on this path in the first place. After finding Crossland stuffed in a locker like a high schooler, he and Jamie go back home.

Down on the ground level, Jamie parts ways with Samantha, which is really kind of sad considering what a great character she turned out to be. What's even worse is that with Ben and Polly up and deciding to stay in 1966 London for basically the most boring of reasons, there was definitely a vacant spot for her to fill in the TARDIS. I would have really liked to see her as I instantly identified with her plight to find her brother. My family has experienced the disappearance of a loved one, and I know exactly how that feels to not know whether someone you love is alive or dead. They absolutely nailed that part of her character, and it was great to see it portrayed accurately. She could have been great. Instead, she stays behind and Jamie continues onward with the Doctor. However, the episode ends on a note of mystery- the TARDIS appears to be missing! Hopefully one day I’ll be able to follow up on that mystery with yet another animation to review, but until then, you’ll just have to wait! That is unless you already know.

All in all, the Faceless Ones is a pretty cool story with some rather lousy execution. There are quite a lot of moments that work to its benefit, but it’s marred by it’s bloated runtime. This story could have easily been told in four parts, and I feel as though it was a perfect candidate to be edited down into a single movie à la "Planet of Fire," or "Terror of the Vervoids." The strongest elements are the characters. And another bit of praise is that it was a slight departure from the base in peril episodes that dominated the Second Doctor Era. I do rather like Brian Hodgson’s score as it was genuinely creepy at parts. It evokes memories in me of the Woodsmen in Twin Peaks dancing to the impossibly slowed sounds of Beethoven’s "Moonlight Sonata."

Regardless of any ropey bits of animation, I absolutely admire the work and craft of the animators involved. The character likenesses were an improvement upon "The Macra Terror," (especially Polly). There are points where you know the production team had to invent shots from thin air to fill the gaps that existing tele-snaps and sound simply weren’t illustrating. There’s a lot of creativity involved that evokes a lot of the same spirit of the original series. There’s also those really fun opportunities to retroactively tie the old series to the new. Such as the Dhawan Master, or yet another Magpie Electricals reference. Although they are far from my favourite companions, it’s also nice to finally see Ben and Polly’s send off in proper motion. As always, it’s the next best thing to the original.

#Doctor Who #the faceless ones #second doctor #Jamie McCrimmon #Polly Wright #Ben Jackson #Patrick Troughton #frazer hines #Anneke Wills #Michael Craze #animation #TARDIS #BBC #chameleons #chameleon tours #Time and Time Again #sorry this was late #seriously it's been a busy day

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nimiumcaelo · 5 years ago

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“Indeed, Miss?” -- Chapter 8

Chapter summary: And so it begins. Florence Craye pays a visit to the Wooster abode with Aunt Agatha stepping in as chaperone. Rosalyn is somewhat jealous.

Chapter 8: Miss Wooster’s First Suitor

Overall, I believe that Miss Wooster was charming throughout the affair, albeit in her bumbling, vacant way. She does not often intend this, but her simple ingénue manner around handsome men seems to be exactly what they find attractive. Perhaps that is why Miss Wooster found the ordeal so unpleasant in the end.

He had arrived a quarter of an hour later than he was expected and Miss Wooster sat on the settee twiddling her fingers absentmindedly whilst she waited. Mrs. Gregson was acting as chaperone. When the young man finally deigned to arrive, I opened the door and let him in, announcing a Mr. Florence Craye. He was a tall, willowy individual with bright blond hair and a noble countenance. Miss Wooster and I had had the chance to make his acquaintance previously, and I found that my former dislike lessened not at all upon finding he was one of the “suitable young gentlemen” Mrs. Gregson had selected.

Miss Wooster, to her credit, straightened herself and smiled. I removed myself to the kitchen to begin preparing tea.

“Good afternoon,” the young gentleman said. “Bertie—Mrs. Gregson.”

“Ah, Florence, darling, do sit down,” Mrs. Gregson cooed. “We are so pleased you could find the time to join us.”

“Oh, yes, absolutely,” Miss Wooster added. If her voice was a touch more bland than was usual, I do believe I was the only one who could notice.

“How was your literary meeting, my dear?”

“Oh, it was great fun, Mrs. Gregson, but terribly long-winded. They’re thinking of adding a new clause to the group’s constitution, which would let the members, instead of the board, vote on which books to include in that month’s recommendations column. I was one of the primary instigators,” he added importantly.

“Lovely, lovely. Bertie, here, has several friends in literary circles, too.”

“I do? Ow! Yes, I do! It’s um—what were their names again?”

“That interesting fellow in New York? I believe his name was Todd.”

“O-oh, Rocky! Yes. He’s a real brick, Rocky. I wonder if you’ve ever read his poems, Florence?”

“If I have I can’t recall. What has he written? Is he a modernist?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Miss Wooster said, “but he’s a real corker with words. Penned something about being today and not tomorrow and all that rot. Not much of one for clothes, though.”

There was a tense pause.

“Oh?” Mr. Craye uttered delicately. “How do you mean?”

“Just that he hardly ever gets out of his pajamas. I say, I’ve seen that man crawl out of bed at two in the afternoon and then simply put on a sweater! Poor Rosalyn just about fainted.”

“How very… unique of him.”

At this point, I re-entered the room with the tea-things, breaking up what may have become a brawl between Mrs. Gregson and Miss Wooster, the former of which was glaring at the latter with such venom that I wondered Miss Wooster did not clutch her breast and pass away. As it was, Miss Wooster spotted me and relief flooded her features.

“Oh, wonderful! Would you like a spot of tea, Florence? Aunt Agatha?”

I handed the teacups to their respective recipients.

Miss Wooster sipped at hers, then attempted to change the subject. “Speaking of friends, I got a letter the other day from Ginger. You know Ginger, don’t you, Florence? Pale sort of filly with pointed elbows and legs too long for her? Looks charming in riding breeches but awful in a swim-suit?”

“Yes,” said Mr. Craye over his teacup. “I know Ginger. I was engaged to her, once, if you recall.”

Miss Wooster, conscious now to the fact that she had touched upon a nerve, smiled sheepishly. “Ah. Yes, well. Love’s tides, what?”

“Quite. You said something about a letter?”

“Oh! Yes. See, Ginger ran away with this secretary chap and they biffed off to Italy for their honeymoon—but guess who they ran into?”

“Who?”

“Gussie and Matthias!”

“Who?”

“You don’t know them? Oh, well, Gussie’s another pal of mine and Matthias is her fiancé.”

“Perhaps,” Mrs. Gregson interrupted with a withering glance at Miss Wooster. “Florence might like to tell us a bit about his upcoming book.”

“You’re writing another one?” My sympathies were with Miss Wooster on this point.

“I don’t know, yet. I’ve thought about it, but there’s always the issue of how much societal criticism one can put into a children’s book without it becoming droll.”

“Societal criticism? What of?” Mrs. Gregson inquired politely.

Mr. Craye evidently felt, on this point, similar to Sherlock Holmes about his work. At Mrs. Gregson’s prompting, he began rattling off myriad reasons why, to his knowledge, the practice of regulating prices was something to be desired in this our fair country. He informed Miss Wooster how, over a holiday, he had become acquainted with an interesting young gentleman who was very favourable towards the cause of socialism. The young gentleman, it was told, had persuaded Mr. Craye towards his cause and the two had parted on the best of terms—as, Mr. Craye put it, “comrades.”

Miss Wooster valiantly attempted to follow along with this half-soliloquy, but her knowledge on the topic of government structures is somewhat lacking. She put in an “Oh?” and an “Ah.” every third sentence or so, yet it was obvious that she was grasping only the blunt points of Mr. Craye’s speech.

“Do you understand, then, the tenets of socialism, Bertie?” Mr. Craye asked at the conclusion of his tirade. “It is of the utmost importance that you do. I shan’t think I could live with myself if I had let you get away without true knowledge of the world.”

“Oh, ah—well, that is to say—I rather think I do?”

Mr. Craye sighed. “Bertie, Bertie, you have so much potential; it nearly makes me weep. There is so much that I could do with you, if only given the time.”

“Oh, ah, yes, rather.”

“I’ve always thought that is the way with spouses,” Mrs. Gregson put in. “There is quite a gratuitous amount of time spent together and each one ends up understanding the other so well, in the end. It is a beautiful prospect, is it not, Florence?”

“It is, Mrs. Gregson. I quite agree.”

Miss Wooster ducked her head and swallowed down the rest of her tea.

It was only after I had closed the door on Mrs. Gregson for the evening that Miss Wooster allowed herself to unbutton.

“Rosalyn!” she cried, collapsing on the settee. “I apologize for being rotten to you earlier! I take back all I said—you’re the most delightful person I have left to me, anymore!”

“Thank you, miss,” I said, setting beside her a small whiskey and soda. (Mrs. Gregson had searched the flat for any alcohol before she left, though she neglected to search in all of the cupboards.)

Miss Wooster, agog, grasped at the drink like a dying man to a priest’s hand. “Rosalyn, you utter brick. You wonderful, beautiful, amazing person. How did you hide it?”

“Mrs. Gregson, miss, does not know about the cupboards in my room. I assumed it might be prudent to relocate several items before she began her search.”

“It bally well was. Good Lord,” Miss Wooster moaned, downing the whiskey and soda quickly. “I could kiss you right now.”

“Thank you, miss,” I said. It was not her fault that I was so besotted.

Miss Wooster stretched herself, then sighed. “Do you think Florence’ll pop the question?”

“It seems likely, miss.”

She sighed again. “Well, I suppose there’s nothing for it. I don’t fancy you’ve got any more of that stuff tucked away?” She wiggled her glass meaningfully.

“I shall fetch the bottle, miss.”

#chaptered fics #jooster #f/f #indeedmiss

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japvnesedenim-blog · 6 years ago

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What Does orange face mask Mean?

peel off mask : It is actually much more prosperous if you utilize natural tea tree vital oil. Use the mask as quickly as you can following preparing since the critical oils are normally unstable and often oxidize when subjected to air, which causes them to lose some, if not all, in their Gains. This mask is a little bit sticky and could be a pain to receive off. Merely, use lukewarm h2o and Carefully scrub your face right until it begins easily coming off. Then you can certainly use cold drinking water to wipe off The remainder. In https://twitter.com/steptoremedies/status/1084945117566267392 , why expend $thirty or even more with a leg wax when you can do it by yourself? I have quite a few pals who wax their own individual legs and I uncovered a recipe for just a sugar "wax" around the Double X Site for Women of all ages. Editor Hanna Rosin shares her relatives's recipe. Kind to go looking... When autocomplete effects can be found deplete and down arrows to evaluate and enter to select. Touch machine end users autocom.filteredProducts.length outcomes are available I attempted it yesternight …… The results have been astounding …… My face was truely glowy glowy ……. I made use of the rice powder wnich I've grinded myself…. It's a certain amount of gritty construction which gave a wonderfull scrubbing xperience ….. Totaly in really like with the outcomes….. *Thankyou* *thankyou* Use moisturizer or lotion even though your skin remains moist. Use facial moisturizers and creams on your face, and lotions or body butter on your own body. Alter the type of moisturizer or lotion you use according to the season. Employing a little, motorized hand blender, whisk the egg whites until eventually they are a little bit rigid for application. Meditate. This is often an ancient exercise that's been all-around for centuries—and permanently explanation! Many of us notice that it can help them crystal clear their minds and unwind. (the scientific identify for your frequent sort of acne) is an almost common trouble, with almost Absolutely everyone in the world struggling from some form (delicate or critical), quicker or later on within their lives. To check Should you have oily skin, press a paper napkin in your forehead. When you pull it away, it should be soaked in oils. selling all types of oranges. Each time which i go to the marketplace for procuring, I don’t fail to remember to pick a packet of oranges to quench my love for this favourite fruit of mine. So, by now you have to have recognized that these days’s post is about how to produce an effective face mask for oily skin applying this surprise fruit. Girls happen to be applying orange due to the fact ages to pamper their skin and it is without doubt one of the tricks behind flawless skin For several Ladies, who not just eat it often, but will also utilize it in various varieties like pulp, juice and perhaps while in the dry peel powder kind on their own skin. Honey contains a significant serving of antioxidants for moisturized and vivid skin. Polyphenols in honey demolish absolutely free radicals that lead to oxidative stress in skin cells, thus slowing down the getting old technique of skin. > Onion juice is greatly applied being a purely natural solution to deal with hair decline and hair thinning. It is made up of large amounts of sulfur, which can be a part on the amino acids found in the hair. Full of vitamin C, orange peel is great for lightening darkish spots and acne scars. Evens out skin discolorations

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Hi Kelly! Just thought I’d pass together my Bizarre eye remedy. I’m forty nine yrs previous, so I need all the help I might get! I took a coffee filter, Reduce it into 3 pieces. Then put about 1tsp.of coffee in the center of each bit. That’s a magnificent idea! I also use coffee grounds & coconut oil for cellulite. I didn’t know i could freeze. I was preserving a lot of utilized grounds inside a mason jar w a dab of coconut oil in my shower. I like the frozen Edition alternatively. Could possibly work very best as it’s held clean. Will try. Blend all the above mentioned ingredients in a small bowl. Utilize a thick coat with the combination onto your clear face. Enable it sit for 15 minutes or right until it dries out. Prepare for the mask by washing your face and tying your hair back. Use warm water to aid open up up your pores. When you are donning make-up, you must consider it off using make-up remover. Even though egg white masks are full of nutrients, the molecule is simply too substantial to penetrate the further levels of your skin. Consequently, the action is restricted to the higher levels of the skin. That you are far better off having the egg white than implementing it to the face. Rather, utilize a face serum. We use cookies to make sure that we supply you with the ideal working experience on our Web page. This consists of cookies from 3rd party social media marketing websites and advert networks. These kinds of 3rd party cookies could track your use on Boldsky web sites for superior rendering. This orange peel powder has functions manifold. The peel includes citric acid that can help while in the brightening of skin Obviously. Meditate. This can be an ancient practice which has been all over for hundreds of years—and for good motive! Many people discover that it can help them very clear their minds and chill out. Once the time is up, rinse your face Carefully right until each of the mixture is completely long gone. Pat dry using a towel. In case your face is dry following this mask, use a fall of coconut or olive oil as a pure moisturizer. [ https://www.wikihow.com/Category:Skin-Care ] Use brown sugar for any gentler scrub and white sugar for an everyday scrub. You can utilize any type of oil you would like, but coconut oil or olive oil would work best. Need to have some thing stronger? Consider salt! See how Mayo Clinic investigation and clinical trials advance the science of medicine and strengthen client care. Now crush and powder your peels into a good powder employing a foods processor or blender, devoid of incorporating any water. Yoghurt will help in diminish of large pores and in addition tighten the skin whilst orange juice filled with vitamin C which can help in lessening wrinkles and fantastic traces. Mash the banana and increase very same number of yoghurt and blend equally the elements well. Now implement this paste everywhere in the face and hands and go away for twenty minutes to dry and then rinse it off.

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(i) Beat one particular egg white until finally you can get a foamy regularity. Message Carefully the egg white on the skin of the eye space and along the cheekbones. Depart it on for 10 minutes after which cleanse the world utilizing a cotton swab soaked in chilly h2o. Try this twice each week. System: Have a ripe banana and mash it by using a spoon or possibly a fork in the bowl till it kinds a easy lump totally free pulp. Incorporate one tsp. of thick yogurt and 1 tsp. of orange juice and mix the substances carefully. If you are feeling the combination is too thick to apply, insert several drops of orange juice. Massage frivolously the paste on your own skin and leave it on for about twenty five minutes. If the pack dries out, rinse it off with chilly water. Pat your skin dry and wow – your complexion modifications immediately and begins glowing. Egg whites help tighten skin, generating them a successful home cure for lessening physical appearance of crow’s-toes underneath and around eyes. Hello I have a wrinkles beneath my eyes which is much more working day by day kindly suggest me that can i use raw banana by mashing it twice each day, Is that this successful? Almost Under no circumstances had a crack from it In spite of all drugs internally and externally even with property produced recipes. I pray this coffee will it for me Address by yourself to a luxurious wax therapy like they are doing in posh spas worldwide. Dip fingers into heat wax and after that peel absent leaving palms comfortable and supple. one. Use additional virgin olive oil for finest effects. Processed goods may perhaps irritate your skin or induce acne breakouts. Use dim apparel if you are using this mask since it stains the garments (I learnt it the difficult way!). I just purchased a jar of it from wal mart but was $4 a lot more Wished I’d noticed This website final week. Can’t wait around to try this. I take advantage of coconut oil for many things. Yogurt can be used on any sort of skin but In particular on mature skin as a consequence of its superior lactic acid written content. Other Positive aspects that Yogurt supplies for the complexion involves: Yet one more thing Anytime using this type of masks Make sure you tie your hair back because it helps make your hair messy and generates the sticky influence. Wash your face with a moderate cleaning soap and make use of a tender towel to pat it dry. Utilize the mask on to your face using a make-up brush, as or else the turmeric can go away yellow stains on fingers. The baking soda may sting marginally, however , you don’t need to get alarmed. Method: Have a ripe banana and mash it having a spoon or a fork in the bowl till it kinds a clean lump absolutely free pulp. Add 1/two tsp. of baking soda and 1/two tsp. of turmeric powder and blend the substances thoroughly. If you really feel the mixture is too thick to use, add a little water.

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As this mask might get messy, it would be a good idea to tie or pin your hair back again. You may also want to look at draping a towel above your chest and shoulders to shield your garments. "My face needed somewhat help with moisturizing, and this helped me with that. " Rated this text: The #1 cause of wrinkles is Sunshine damage, so it's important to use a sunscreen of a minimum of thirty SPF from your early yrs on even in Winter season and on cloudy days. A great trick is to get two moisturizers: 1 for that evening and 1 to the working day that includes UV defense. Although some handmade face masks and scrubs do the job best on oily, dry or sensitive skin, I've pulled collectively a listing of 9 wonderful masks and eight scrubs that Focus on all skin forms. These recipes are great for get-togethers and for groups since they work on all sorts of skin. Banana genuinely helps in getting brilliant, good and youthful skin. I take advantage of refreshing banana pulp on my skin every day and it grants my skin an awesome lustre more than a facial can provide. No you are able to do these. These will never have any bad Negative effects. Instead these will beautify and soften your skin……… Turmeric can be an ancient moments dried root herb and baking soda performs as a good cleanser and exfoliant. Thanks a great deal for brilliant ideas… I attempted Banana + honey + Lemon mixture face pack.. and its really magic it started off engaged on my face.. slowly my holes are disappearing and I'm able to see stream in my face…Thanks once more Why shell out over $twenty on the retail outlet-purchased facial scrub if they continue to be on your own face for just minutes and all People fancy substances get washed down the drain? Get a summary of critical oils that get the job done for all skin varieties. Not all crucial oils function for all skin forms. Some may perhaps melt away or harm delicate skin, such as. Wash the mask off and pat your face dry. Use lukewarm drinking water to rinse your face off. Consider not to wash way too tricky. Carefully pat your face dry having a comfortable, thoroughly clean towel. Skin purists believe faucet drinking water is lousy on your skin mainly because it is made up of severe minerals and additives like fluoride and chlorine. Process: Have a ripe banana and mash it by using a spoon or a fork in a bowl until it types a smooth lump totally free pulp. Increase one tsp. of honey and 1 tsp. of lemon juice and blend the ingredients carefully. Clean your face with a mild soap and make use of a comfortable towel to pat it dry. 2. Increase coffee powder, sugar and cinnamon powder into the coconut oil and blend every one of the components alongside one another.

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Understand that incorporating create for your mixture will lower its shelf everyday living. To paraphrase, Will not produce a large batch, otherwise it could go lousy in advance of You may use all of it. In addition, if you add fruits or vegetables on your facial cure, make sure to refrigerate it.[19] As this mask could get messy, it would be a good idea to tie or pin your hair again. You may additionally want to think about draping a towel about your chest and shoulders to guard your apparel. In Historic Rome, the word persona intended 'a mask'; What's more, it referred to somebody who had comprehensive Roman citizenship. A citizen could display their lineage via imagines, Loss of life masks on the ancestors. These have been wax casts held in a very lararium, the household shrine. • Those people with oily skin can implement a selfmade face mask prepared by including two tablespoons of inexperienced clay, one tablespoon of powdered milk, and a little bit water in freshly squeezed orange juice taken from a medium-sized orange. Hey !!! Am delighted to get this coffee idea … It’s far better to test instead taking pleasure in sip over a mug Thanks all .. .. "It really is genuinely refreshing and productive. It's the simplest face mask to create with what is actually by now on-hand. I tried it and got Superb outcomes."..." far more CK Corrina Knape When applying the mixture, do the job upwards out of your chin on your cheeks and after that to the forehead using a mild round movement. Practically nothing on This page ought to be deemed health care suggestions. This Site is for informational reasons and really should not be utilised as a substitute for suggestions, diagnosis, or therapy from a certified medical Skilled. Should you be going through a health-related unexpected emergency, Call your doctor immediately or phone the emergency solutions provider close to you. The Dermatology Review strives to give you exact, in depth, and beneficial facts, as explained a lot more totally in this article. Please know, however, that This great site is affiliated, and shares some typical staff, with two corporations whose goods we evaluation and rank: State-of-the-art Dermatology and Formulyst. There are actually lots of masks used in Africa. In West Africa, masks are Utilized in masquerades that kind Element of religious ceremonies enacted to talk to spirits and ancestors. Illustrations are classified as the masquerades on the Yoruba, Igbo, and Edo cultures, together with Egungun Masquerades and Northern Edo Masquerades. The masks usually are carved with an extraordinary talent and selection by artists who will usually have received their instruction as an apprentice to your master carver - routinely It's a custom that's been passed down within a spouse and children by way of many generations. one. Pull your hair back which has a head band to stop hairs from finding stuck within the mask; it’s quite sticky! Apply a moisturizer to your skin. Seal inside the moisturizing results of the scrub with your preferred moisturizer. Ritual masks happen all over the globe, and although they have a tendency to share many features, hugely distinctive forms have designed. The operate on the masks may very well be magical or spiritual; they may look in rites of passage or as being a make-up for any type of theatre. Similarly masks might disguise a penitent or preside more than essential ceremonies; They might aid mediate with spirits, or give you a protective job towards the Culture who utilise their powers. In the course of this post, additionally, you will uncover vital tips on generating and employing banana face masks. Now let's examine 3 face masks that could benefit your skin in strategies expensive chemical-laden beauty creams can not. Most of us commit funds on skincare products so skip the fancy serum and splurge on good honey. You should utilize it to scrub your face, come up with a scrub, or handle your skin to a weekly homemade honey mask.

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This really is an improvement around the normal Aloe Vera Honey Mask for your treatment of acne and it could significantly increase the results. Thank you on your article. https://en.search.wordpress.com/?src=organic&q=facial+mask as way. You stated the honey mask Recommendations. Your mask is straightforward to make. I'm likely to consider it in my future spa therapy. I adore it. Mister healmunsta. Research have revealed that egg proteins noticeably add in preserving the elasticity of skin. An egg includes about sixty nine unique proteins, that have the magical electric power of lessening great strains and provides short-term aid with the deep kinds. Hello, I utilized honey mask for six days and saw a shiny and healthier result on my face then I try and use Honey+Egg+Lemon and saw blemishes scattered on my face just on initially working day of use, I proceed working with it on another day hoping that it's just the reaction of applying it fro The 1st time. Combining egg whites with honey and lemon juice will make a remarkably helpful Do it yourself egg white face mask for acne. Honey has robust antibacterial and anti-inflammatory Attributes that make it extremely helpful towards acne. Preserve a jar all around and dab the honey on acne, burns or insignificant cuts. And when you’re experience sick, have a spoonful or two. I prefer the particular Darling face mask by way of Leader Tresses Skin colour therapies with their epidermis face cleaner. Seriously useful thanks !! see listed here my article magic formula for flawless skin ... I am never ever with no avocados and yoghurt ; I leave it on my face when I shower , it genuinely can make a change . I am going to attempt the egg white upcoming time . Egg whites include a protein named albumin that works to tighten your skin, shrink pores and therefore decrease the development of blackheads. Egg whites are also full of nutrients that nourish and moisturize your skin, providing it a lighter and brighter visual appearance. Warning: Confirm When you are allergic to any in the substances in the mask by implementing it on a small patch on your wrist and then watch for a handful of hrs. If rashes surface or in case you show other signs and symptoms of allergy, don't use this mask on your face. Those who are subsequent my blog for rather a while recognize that I love to use “abnormal kitchen stuffs” for skin care. Software: Use 1 layer of this mixture with your entire face and down onto your throat. Wait for a couple of minutes until finally it dries. Then, implement a next layer and hold making use of till you might have utilized The complete batch. Specifics: Kelp is a all-natural detoxifier and is an excellent moisturizer for skin. The minerals existing Within this seaweed help to tone skin along with the coarse grains of dried kelp powder, mainly because it is generally offered, are Superb at exfoliating dead skin. I've a terrrrible acne breakout esp in my upper back again and forehead…. will this assist in dealing with that at the same time?

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three. To avoid wasting time, place on the face mask just before performing something like receiving breakfast Prepared or soaking inside of a bathtub, so you eliminate two birds with just one stone. The caffeine material might help decrease swelling and restore the skin's dropped blush, brightness and vitality. The ground beans are great to clean and scrub, even though caffeine incorporates a tightening effect on your skin pores. Keep the mask apart for half one hour. Last but not least, use it with your face and neck and rinse it off with heat drinking water immediately after 20 minutes. Comply with up with a toner and moisturizer. Coconut Oil is An important ingredient regardless of which manufacturer of skincare products you buy from the marketplace. It keeps your skin supple and smooth whilst helping to open the pores for cleaning. Banana makes sure to provide A lot-necessary nutrition to the skin for balanced mobile regeneration. Picture: Karen Cox/SheKnows For individuals who don’t have enough time to whip up an entire Do-it-yourself banana mask, a clean banana from inflamed skin may do the trick. Breaks down grime and Grime, removes excessive oil which otherwise can clog up skin pores and bring on acne breakout. Performs as a versatile deep cleanser to unclog skin pores. Include the honey to the egg white and lemon juice, and blend every little thing all over again. You will want ½ tablespoon of honey. Make certain that it's the translucent, runny form. Honey is antibacterial and functions for a all-natural antiseptic. It is also moisturizing and helps replenish the skin.[three] I believe the admin of the Web site is genuinely Performing challenging for his Internet site, as below each things is high quality primarily based data. Go more than your entire face, but avoid your lips and eyes. Don’t utilize a washcloth to rub the sugar into your skin, as this may be as well harsh of the exfoliant and should irritate your skin. There are various creams and cosmetics that use caffeine being a vital ingredient inside their components, however , you do not need to rely on them to benefit from the several benefits of coffee for the skin . You may use a selfmade face mask instead! Clear away the mask which has a moist washcloth. Dampen a washcloth with lukewarm drinking water after which use Mild, round motions to move the combination out of your skin. You might have to rinse out the cloth and re-moist it a handful of moments to completely and comprehensively eliminate the mixture from a skin. Get care; lemon juice can irritate your skin if employed for greater than 20 minutes. Also don’t head out in the Solar with lemon juice in your skin. Should you have sensitive skin, stay clear of implementing lemon juice. Will not utilize the combination to damaged skin or squeezed pimples. Applying baking soda to damaged skin and squeezed pimples will only make them worse, so stay away from these locations.[10] When making use of organic masks like this, it can be preferable to face about your sink or within your bathroom to stop unwelcome messes on the ground.

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An interesting illustration of a sports mask that confounds the protecting function will be the wrestling mask, a mask most generally Employed in the Mexican/Latin lucha libre form of wrestling. Rites of passage, which include initiation of youthful family members, or funerals, ended up performed at the shrine underneath the observe of the ancestral masks. At funerals, professional actors would wear these masks to carry out deeds of the life on the ancestors,[24] Therefore linking the part of mask to be a ritual object and in theatre. Vitamin B – This vitamin assists in blocking and dealing with the skin in the indications of getting older. In addition, it helps in lightening the complexion and nourishes the skin from deep within just. Here are a few truly uncomplicated DIY face mask recipes that have become extremely popular amongst honey fans. The actions and ingredients involved in Just about every mask are really easy that you can get ready it in a few minutes. Individuals with dry skin must use this since it consists of incredible elements that heal and nourish dehydrated skin. Banana with yoghurt can be a match made in heaven since it hydrates the skin and in addition heals the patchy dry skin. So now you are perfectly versed Together with the numerous skin effective Attributes of banana let us now go onto how one can renovate your skin working with The common-or-garden fruit banana. Sometimes a witness to the prosecution appears in court inside a mask to avoid staying identified by associates of the accused. In a little mixing bowl, mash ¼ an avocado with the again of a fork or Mix if it’s extra effortless in your case. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k_3L6V_PwTM and one teaspoon coconut oil and blend comprehensively. Utilizing cleanse fingers, utilize a thick coat of the combination onto your face. Sit for fifteen minutes while you let the mask do its get the job done. You can use this time for you to soak within a bath or get lunch Prepared. Once the time is up, Carefully scrub from the mask working with heat h2o. When it’s all off, splash cold drinking water onto your face to close your pores. Pat dry having a towel. You need to use this to streamline signing up for, or signing in for your Hubpages account. No details is shared with Facebook Except you have interaction with this particular feature. (Privacy Coverage) 4. Rice flour is usually a ponder ingredient In regards to tan elimination. Implementing rice flour within the skin will help you in getting rid of stubborn age spots and tan and it also lightens complexion with regular use. Masks are employed during Europe, and are often built-in into regional folks celebrations and customs. Outdated masks are preserved and might be noticed in museums and also other collections, and far investigate has become carried out in to the historical origins of masks. Most probably stand for character spirits, and Due to this fact many of the associated customs are seasonal. Generally, the quantity of honey really should be sufficient to mix well Using the pulp. Mix very well right into a uniform paste and your apple honey mask is able to apply.

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Milk and Banana is the most effective combinations for a face mask. Also, certainly one of the best face masks to become designed the banana and milk do miracles on your skin from smoothening to brightening. The method will help to restore skin structure & make your skin soften and radiant. The components allows to revive skin composition & make your skin soften and radiant. Morever, gold facial mask can reduce the skin hurt due to ultraviolet ray, inhibit melanin development. You'll want to contemplate your perfume bottles no a lot less than assertion pieces, and shop them away from heat and lightweight to lengthen their shelf everyday living to preserve their scent and good quality. […] Can I just increase some honey in addition to a tad of h2o to help make this perform? I actually don't desire to go get powdered milk. I've a terrrrible acne breakout esp in my higher again and forehead…. will this aid in dealing with that in addition? A face mask geared up from orange peels may sound odd initially but can get the job done miracles for your skin. Should you’re having a really hard time believing within the merits of this component, give this mask a try to you'll have a tough time believing your eyes also. "Ways to choose care of my skin step by step served. Also the way to watch out for my every day diet. I think All those are classified as the essential issues."..." additional MN My Hanh Nguyen Thi Orange, full of Vitamin C, is the greatest all rounder In relation to your skin. From the peel to your juice all perform in the absolute best ways to keep you glowing and healthier. We use cookies to ensure that we provide you with the very best knowledge on our Web-site. This features cookies from third party social websites websites and ad networks. This sort of third party cookies may possibly track your use on Boldsky sites for better rendering. Mix the egg white and lemon juice. Employing a fork, rapidly whisk The 2 substances until eventually the egg white gets to be foamy and frothy. Searching for face masks? We're here to help. https://www.wikihow.com/Have-Perfect-Skin tackle a range of skin care worries. Acne problems? There is a mask for that. Shop our big selection of face masks for acne. Gently pat your skin dry that has a towel. This is applicable to the two the skin with your face an on Your entire body. It would be better still to leave your skin marginally moist. This way, your skin can take in the surplus humidity and re-hydrate alone.[two] How I utilize it is the fact that I combine orange peel powder along with chickpea flour, lemon n a pinch of turmeric. My face is blessed with a awesome glow n glow Put together to the mask by washing your face and tying your hair again. Use heat drinking water to help you open up your pores. If you are wearing makeup, you must consider it off working with makeup remover.

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This pimple-battling face mask has a few powerhouse ingredients which you could uncover in each individual kitchen. It’s uncomplicated to produce and super economical; you merely can’t afford to pay for to pass up the many Added benefits! Right after applying honey compresses for 8 days, he identified the micro organism had entirely disappeared devoid of his having just one antibiotic. 3 photographs of exactly the same feminine noh mask demonstrating how the expression changes that has a tilting of The top. In these pics, the mask was affixed to the wall with frequent lights, and only the digicam moved. All through the environment, masks are employed for his or her expressive electrical power like a attribute of masked performance - both equally ritually and in numerous theatre traditions. The ritual and theatrical definitions of mask usage usually overlap and merge but still provide a helpful foundation for categorisation. https://www.facebook.com/steptoremedies/posts/2099744330118836 say You do not require them simply because toners are meant to take out all remaining traces of oil, make-up, and Filth, and a fantastic cleanser should do this. Just before strong transparent resources for example polycarbonate have been invented, visors to protect the face needed to be opaque with tiny eyeslits, and had been a form of mask, as typically in mediaeval suits of armour, and (one example is) Aged Norse grímr intended "mask or visor". Disguise Welding mask to shield the welder's face and eyes from your brightness and sparks created through welding Many thanks for the egg white mask I am going to attempt it... I'm desperate to see the outcomes in just a couple of days!!! How long will I have to utilize it to begin to see the exceptional effects? Hello cutie How are you currently all? today I am gonna share 1 of a very effective face mask for boring skin you require just number of basic substances for this mask Egg whites include a protein referred to as albumin that actually works to tighten your skin, shrink pores and therefore decrease the development of blackheads. Egg whites are full of nutrients that nourish and moisturize your skin, giving it a lighter and brighter look. Blend perfectly that has a motorized blender and make use of a cosmetic brush to use this egg white face mask on your own skin. Hi Lori! I've go through when that the condition with raw eggs is salmonella, waht do you consider it? I really like your article content Wet a washcloth and push it to your face to loosen the mask, then rinse with heat h2o. For those who have delicate skin, you'll want to steer clear of rubbing your face as the coffee grounds could likely scratch your skin. Due to the fact cinnamon is so impressive, I would advocate only making use of this honey mask the moment weekly at most. You need to use one of many other, gentler honey masks on other times in case you’d like.

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How frequently to use this face mask? Will not use day-to-day, as about exfoliation of skin is not required. Utilize it ever choice day or three instances every week. Wonderful things! The sole dilemma is that i'm vegan. Do you know of something inside the vegetable world that can substitute egg yolks and egg whites for face masks. Would like (and step toremedies 'm sure other vegans would also) to determine what it really is! Egg whites in this face mask assist in tightening the skin and likewise nourish the skin from deep inside. Once you say Egg White, does it basically have to be an genuine egg white or can I use egg white from a carton? I have an Egg white Carton and I need to check with whether it is similar to utilizing an Actual Egg white Egg. Is anybody receiving this? LOL! In accordance Along with the legislation of 8th December 1992, it is possible to entry the database that contains your own data and modify this info at any time by speaking to Url to Media ([email protected]) I loved the eggwhite, lemon and honey mask and I will use it two times a week. What recipes can I use for each day to bolster my sagging skin, lighten the dark marks less than my eyes and support my turkey neck? Many thanks for usually delivering great information. I would love to try out the turmeric mask – just questioning if it won’t shade the skin tone to yellow. This is easily the most total mask within our guide, since it's both equally a scrub and a nourishing remedy. You will need floor coffee beans, just as much cocoa powder, twice as much dairy or almond milk, a tablespoon olive oil - You can even use almond oil or, Should you have oily skin, lemon juice - in addition to a tablespoon honey, that may be skipped Should you be susceptible to acne. Banana seriously aids in finding bright, reasonable and youthful skin. I exploit fresh new banana pulp on my skin every day and it grants my skin a tremendous lustre greater than a facial may give. I just utilized egg whites only, is it ok? Could it be powerful even theres no honey or lemon but an egg whites only? And likewise, is this ideal for Youngsters like 15 decades aged to utilize this sort? Increase lemon juice, honey and baking soda to a small bowl. Combine well and use more than the face and neck. Avoid the place near your eyes (lemon juice and honey will both of those sting). I think I’ll in fact Merge 3 and 4 mainly because I've dry and inflamed skin. On the list of perks of working with these ingredients is they won’t react badly with each other like atore bought kinds may possibly! Utilize moisturizer or lotion even though your skin continues to be moist. Use facial moisturizers and creams with your face, and lotions or body butter on Your whole body. Transform the type of moisturizer or lotion you use depending upon the year. Don an aged t-shirt more than your garments to stop yellow stains from turmeric, that may be fairly difficult to wash off.

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Last Winter (Bucky/Reader/Steve) - Chapter IV

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader, (in later chapters!)Steve Rogers/Reader

Summary: Even though he claims to be as tough as he appears to be, James Buchanan Barnes doesn’t have a skin made of metal. While he has to work hard for his money, keep his best friend from picking a fight and his sister protected, he feels as if the slightest breeze might be able to push him over. That is until a stranger picks an interest in him and helps him find his way back home. Whatever home feels like.

Warnings: (Not all apply to this chapter) Strong female characters, mentions of violence and death, angst, mental health issues, future sexual content

Notes: Please let me know if you prefer an original character or a reader-insert, it means a lot to me. I’m never really sure how to write down what the reader feels considering everyone reacts differently to situations so if no one comments anything, I’ll make this O.C. instead of reader-insert.

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CHAPTER IV - This Is The Army, Mister Barnes

Bucky sighed as he closed the door behind him and hung his coat on the peg. It was late and he was already not looking forward to going back to work the day after tomorrow. He was taking off his shoes when he heard a slight shuffling sound coming from the kitchen.

“Hey Becca,” he greeted as he walked into the kitchen, finding his little sister drinking milk straight from the carton.

She looked up at him with eyes like a deer caught in headlights, and then nearly dropped the drink when she inspected him further. “What the hell happened to you?!” She ran up to him to inspect his bruises with her hands, which Bucky pried quickly off with a scrunched up face when it stung.

“Watch your mouth. And I’m fine. I just got into a small fight, it was nothing.”

“Was it about some girl?”

That made Bucky chuckle, “Something like that. Now go back to bed. It’s late.”

She froze in confusion, taking a step back from him.

“What? Do I have something weird on my face apart from blood?” he asked in amusement.

“Who are you and what did you do to Bucky?”

He chuckled in bafflement, “What?”

“First off, you were gone till long after curfew, and you always scold me when I break it, so who says you get to break it? I should get to scold you now! Second off, you just caught me drinking from the carton, which you did not scold me for, for some weird reason. Not that I’m saying you should, but I’d just like to point that out. And lastly, you go out with a girl, and then you don’t want to flaunt about it? What is up with you today?!”

He’d waited patiently for her to finish, partially because he was in an unbreakable good mood but also because he didn’t really know what to say to her. He simply watched with raised brows until she sat down at the kitchen table with a huff and took a seat next to her. Clearly frustrated with his antics, she crossed his arms and turned her eyes away from him, waiting for some stupid excuse she knew he’d come up with.

What she didn’t expect, was for him to wrap his arms around her and pull her closer. It was then that she finally let go and started sobbing quietly into his shoulder. She didn’t care if his suit was going to be ruined, nor did he.

It took some time and care along with a mug of warm milk for her to finally calm down.

“I’m sorry, sis. I didn’t mean for you to blow a fuse.”

She chuckled a bit at that but punched him right after in the chest. Not too hard, it was meant to be more of a loving sibling way. “You just had me worried sick. Now tell me what happened.”

So he did. He told her everything and he had to admit that it felt so relieving to finally get it all off his chest. It was a story he’d never thought he’d tell, and yet here he was.

“Oh gosh, don’t,” he sighed, immediately regretting the decision of explaining it to his sister when he looked at the look on her face. “I’m going to bed.”

“You’re completely doll dizzy!” she laughed hysterically.

“You know what, why don’t we talk about the fact that you opened the door to a stranger, drank out of the carton and-“

“Alright, alright. Sorry, I’m just happy for you.”

“And you’re never going to let me hear the end of it.”

“Exactly. So, when are you going to see her again?”

“I don’t know. I’ll see if I bump into her,” Bucky replied. Of course, he was merely telling Rebecca this to keep the last bit of his dignity intact. He was going to visit the dame as soon as possible.

“So you are going to see her again.” He knew she wasn’t asking and avoided her smirk as he got up.

Four months. It had been four months since he’d last seen her.

When he had tried to contact the number she had given him, no one had picked up. And he had tried to dial every day until he’d run out of quarters for the phone booth right around the block. The address she had been staying at appeared to be completely abandoned when he’d gone to visit it the next weekend like no one had ever even inhabited it in the first place.

And she hadn’t shown up for Christmas. What an idiot, he was. He should’ve expected the tradition to never end, and yet he had kept his hopes up. Nothing but disappointment had come that day.

So, he had kept himself busy. He started working more hours and went out as much as he could. Whether he went to the factory or to the cinema, there was always somewhere he felt like there was something more he should be doing. Every time Steve had asked him what in the world he was doing, he had shrugged it off and told him that he was just saving up and having some fun. It was normal at his age to go dancing as much as he did, after all. It wasn’t normal, however, to endure the labor he was doing. To that, he kept telling Steve, and partially himself as well, that he was training to make a good impression in the army.

He gradually forgot about her, about the feeling she left behind, about the way she looked and acted and even the words she had spoken to him. Because what else could he do. It was ridiculous to think of what could’ve been, had she still been there.

The only thing that mattered was that his sister had finally gotten into a good boarding school, Steve had applied for art school with the extra bit of money Bucky had managed to scramble together and that he himself had gotten enlisted in the army. Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes, of the 107th infantry. A good position for a soldier such as him.

“Barnes!” A voice snapped him out of his daze.

He experienced those a lot lately, that floating feeling as if he were dreaming, where his mind always tried to slip back to that big dark inescapable blotch. But he couldn’t lose himself to that. He had to keep himself together. Whether it was for Steve’s, his sister’s or the other soldiers’ sake, he didn’t know. Nor did he care to find out which his conscience had taken to.

His sleeping schedule wasn’t very regular. Either he would have worn himself off so much throughout the day that he would practically collapse on his bed, or he would lay awake when his mind was too restless and it reminded of all the worries still haunting him.

He had half expected all his troubles to go away once he’d join the military, for he would be constantly busy with other things and the money he earned would go straight home. He would have people surrounding him who he could cope with and who understood the space someone like him needed.

It’s the military, after all. No one wants to sit in a circle with a cup of tea to talk about their feelings.

He’d really thought it would be easy like that.

Unfortunately, it was quite the opposite.

His paycheck did go home and his sister was fine, thank god. But Steve? He hadn’t heard from Steve in weeks. He was getting worried, he’d written to him enough times to the point where he had managed to piss off the mailman who had to sort all of it. He’d plainly informed Bucky that he already had enough trouble making sure the letters wouldn’t be intercepted by spies, and that he wasn’t making it any easier on him. So Bucky had decided that enough was enough and cut off the attempt to contact his best pal.

The other soldiers appeared to be a merry bunch, who tried to cling to him as much as possible. He couldn’t blame them really, he had a hard time giving off a ‘don’t talk to me’ appearance when everyone was very brotherly towards him in his camp. Eventually, they all started sharing stories about home, of girls, siblings or parents waiting for them or of the comfort of not being yelled at every single day. Of course, they had known what consequences came with joining the army, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t miss their families. As for Bucky, he felt the same way. However, he did not have a lot of pleasant stories from home to share except for the times when his parents were still with him, and those seemed like ages ago. So he tried to stay in the background and merely listen to the others.

Ultimately, that feeling of homesickness started to get to him too. Late night talks with Rebecca, lunch with Steve and even just seeing the man in the apothecary he missed.

They might be training as much as possible, but during all that, you have too much time to think.

“Barnes! Are you even listening to me?!”

Bucky snapped his head up to meet Colonel Phillips’ glare. The entire brigade had their attention upon him, contributing to the fully aware feeling of what a fool he was making of himself.

“S-Sorry sir, you were saying?” he blubbered finally.

The colonel breathed out through his nose and shook his head marginally. “I was wondering how our troops were doing but it appears that some of them would rather spend their time daydreaming about kissing the Germans instead of fighting them.”

A low set of chuckles emerged from the group of men surrounding them.

“No- No, sir. Sorry, I got distracted for a moment. It won’t happen again, I promise you,” Bucky replied and closed his eyes in embarrassment.

Phillips took a good look at him, and in his orbs flashed this emotion Bucky nearly recognized to be understanding before the colonel cleared his throat. “It better not soldier, otherwise I won’t be able to send you to the front lines.”

A lump formed in Bucky’s throat. He wanted to hide somewhere in a dark corner, anywhere, and be left to rot so his colonel and his parents wouldn’t have to look down upon him anymore with such disappointment. He waited for Phillips to continue, to tell him he should just pack his bags and go home for what use was he, really?

“I think you and your troops should take another lap around the perimeter, let’s see if my warning catches your attention then.”

He let out a relieved sigh and nodded. “Sir, yes sir.”

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Summary: Razz, the heir of the Beobyrian Empire, is on his way home from a diplomatic mission as his ship gets attacked by pirates. Suddenly he finds himself taken as hostage, and it doesn’t seem like the pirates are planning to exchange him for a ransom anytime soon. How annoying.

Warnings: violence, death, blood, hostage holding, kidnapping

The dinner room was loud and jolly. Laughter echoed between the wooden walls as the crew of Sarynthia ate breakfast. Scraping the last of his eggs – their last eggs – off his plate Red grinned widely at Grillby, the ship cook, who was sitting next to him.

“great as always, grillbz,” he said, chewing loudly. He downed half of his mug with tea as he swallowed. “tho’ it could’ve been even better with some more salt.”

The fire elemental stared at him as his purple flames flickered. Despite hardly having a face, he looked unimpressed, and Red’s grin grew wider.

“jus’ some constructive critique, buddy.”

For that, he received a slap on his head, and he let out an “ow”. The human who sat on his other side chuckled.

“STOP ANNOYING GRILLBY, BROTHER,” his brother called from the opposite side of the table. Fell sounded irritated, but there was an obvious edge of amusement in his voice. Turning to him, Red scratched the back of his head as he smiled at the other.

“aw, boss,” he whined jokingly, picking up his plate to lick it off. None of the rare egg and bacon would be left behind. “dontcha think my yolks are egg-ceptional?”

“I CERTAINLY DO NOT. THEY ARE TRULY AWFUL.”

Pouting, he waved to one of the cabin kids to come take his plate. The kid, a wyvern not yet old enough for wings and therefore armless, did so by having Red putting it on a plate he held in his mouth. The crew members sitting close roared in laughter as they spoke. The skeleton brothers’ conversations were a favourite every day. Even those days they weren’t that special, like today.

“don’ egg-saggregate, bro,” Red told the taller, and stood up. “welp. time fer work, i guess.”

“Right!” Sigrid, the Sailing Master and Sarynthia’s third highest officer, said. She downed the last of her drink before standing. “Red, I need you to take a look at the cannons on larboard side.”

“ugh,” he replied, smirking as he walked toward the door. “why y’all have got ta give me so much t’ do i’ll never know.” He sent his superior a lazy salute. “aye, aye, ma’am. in a soulbeat.”

The light that came through the window wasn’t enough. Therefore, there were a couple lit oil lamps on the working desk even in the middle of the day. This job required great amounts of care or the results could be disastrous. Red moved the magnifying glass even closer to the gun he was putting together, as he used a tweezer to put the last parts into place. A normal gun wasn’t hard to make. Any idiot could and it’d work relatively well. The reason he made the crew’s firearms was that his was simply much better. Which also meant they were more dangerous if they went wrong. He’d almost blown his arm off once.

Focusing intently, he put the last piece in place before snapping the gun closed with a triumphant smile on his face. Red put it down on the desk before stretching. After sitting hunched for hours he was quite stiff. Yawning, he stood up and blew out the lamps before leaving his working cabin.

The fresh wind hit his face hard, and he breathed in the smell of salt. Red’s smile softened as he locked the cabin door behind him. The ocean was lovely, and so much better than the city backstreets they grew up on. Big, wild and free. Blinking, he shook himself quickly. No such sentimental thoughts in his head, thank you very much. He threw a glance at Zanã, blinking against the bright light. According to the position, it was afternoon already.

“Hey, Red,” a voice yelled from the mainmast. Looking up, he saw Fuku, Grillby’s younger sister, hanging upside down in one of the top sail yards. He smirked, and waved back at her. “Watch me!”

“careful, pal.” He chuckled as she frowned. If there was one thing the blue elemental disliked, it was being told to be careful. “grillby would skin me alive if somethin’ happened to ya when i was ‘ere.”

Sticking out her tongue, she let go of the yard. Red gaped in horror as she fell toward the deck, faster and faster. His soul pounded violently. Fuku’s flames flickered in the wind. His hand flew out of his pocket to grab her soul, but before he had the chance, she passed the lower sail yard. Her arms flew out, and she grabbed it. After swinging around a couple turns, she simply sat on it. Still gaping, Red stared at her as she grinned at him.

“Awesome, right?” she called out. There were a few beats of silence before Red blinked, and began to chuckle. Soon he was clutching his ribs in laughter.

“yeah, ya lil’ brat,” he agreed. “tha’ was incredible, and ya scared me shitless.”

Fuku grinned widely at him. It looked triumphant – the little terror loved to do this. Shaking his head and still chuckling, Red made his way toward the kitchens. He had a princess to feed.

When Razz had woken up that morning, he had been very surprised to find himself curled into a ball, still dressed and covered by a plaid. Slightly disgusted with himself too, for losing control like that. Then even more as he realized he had nowhere to wash himself off in the cabin. His body felt slow and his mind was hazy after crying himself asleep the night before. Nevertheless, he had forced himself out of bed. After changing clothes, because there was no way he’d wear the same thing two days in a row, especially not after sleeping in it, he began to look through his chests again. There was still a couple of his things he hadn’t checked on.

While he did so, he hummed a familiar melody. It had always calmed him down, ever since he was a babybones and his parents sang it for him. As he reached down into the chest, to the very bottom, his soul beat nervously. He hadn’t thought about it yesterday, somehow, with all the stir and trauma, but now Razz couldn’t help but worry it wouldn’t be there. There was no reason for the pirates to take it: It didn’t look expensive and they wouldn’t know how much it was worth, yet…

He sighed in relief as he grabbed the bundle of fabrics. Lifting it up and carefully starting to unwrap it Razz hummed louder. He smiled as the lacked, carved wood appeared beneath the fabric. His soul felt a little lighter as he opened it, and the very same melody began to play. He studied the intricate patterns on the ancient music box, tracing them with a phalange. The wood was steady but soft. As the melody soothed him, Razz felt his shoulders sink. Breathing suddenly seemed easier. He put it on the desk without closing it.

His smile broadened as he picked up the two objects which had been lying on the bottom of the chest without documents. Quickly unpacking them, Razz grinned. Thank fuck. Perhaps he wouldn’t be that bored. He pulled slightly on the violin’s strings. Seemed like the pirates hadn’t been on them. Neither did his flute seem harmed in any way.

Later that day, Razz was standing in the middle of the cabin and playing the violin. As music flowed from his fingers, he frowned in concentration. The strings dug into his phalanges as he pressed. The bow flew over them. Without notes, he had to play from memory, and this was a very quick, complicated piece. The melody flowed through the room. Razz’s soul beat quickly. Adrenaline was rushing through his bones as the melody sped up. Some sweat was running down his brow and he held his breath as he did the final sweep with the bow. And… stop. With a twist of his wrist, the bow lifted from the strings. His breathing was strained, but he grinned.

A clapping noise was heard, and Razz startled. He twisted his head to see Red standing in the door opening, clapping loudly. The pirate was smiling.

“well done!” Red said, continuing with his applause. “’t was beautiful, princess. yer real good.”

Razz stared at him in shock. How hadn’t he noticed him coming in? He hadn’t even heard the clattering of the keyhole. As Red commented on his music, though, he grinned and nodded.

“I WOULD CERTAINLY HOPE SO,” he replied, carefully putting down the violin on the bed. If there was one thing he rarely could resist it was a genuine compliment. “I BEGAN TAKING LESSONS AT FOUR AFTER ALL. BUT THANK YOU.”

The other blinked, surprised. If Razz was being honest, he looked slightly aghast even.

“four?!” he exclaimed. “what? tha’s… who’d make a four-year-old play violin?”

“I CAN ALSO PLAY THE PIANO AND THE FLUTE. AND FOUR IS NOT THAT YOUNG. MY EDUCATION STARTED WHEN I WAS TWO.”

Red’s eye sockets grew wide as he listened, and Razz couldn’t help but smirk. The other was almost gaping.

“well,” Red eventually said. “suddenly bein’ royal doesn’t sound all tha’ great. no offence.”

Razz snorted and shook his head. He smirked at the other, tilting his head upwards to stare smugly into Red’s sockets.

“PFA. I’M NOT SURPRISED. FEW ARE MAGNIFICENT ENOUGH TO HANDLE MY LIFE.”

The following days, Razz reluctantly admitted to himself that he was looking forward to Red’s visits. Being alone in the cabin was making him slightly stir-crazy. There wasn’t much to do, and Red wasn’t quite as awful as he had thought. At the very least, he was quick with the compliments, and they somehow didn’t feel quite as calculating as most of the ones he got at court. More genuine. Like the pirate truly was impressed with his skills.

Plus, whenever Red left, he got this empty, heavy feeling in his stomach. He didn’t know what it was, but he didn’t like it. It was like the room closed in on him. Multiple times Razz caught himself looking for guards and servants, only to remember where he was. It was… strange. To be alone. He couldn’t remember ever being it for more than an hour or two. There were always castle staff members or courtiers around. Always.

The lock rattled again, and his soul skipped a beat. Then it sank once he realized it wasn’t Red, because Red always knocked. Therefore, it had to be someone else from the crew. Which meant that he’d most likely receive the same blatant disrespect as the last time he’d met crewmembers.

With a sigh Razz put down his book and stared blankly at the door as it opened. As soon as a body showed up, his expression changed to an indifferent yet wry mask. He had long ago perfected the art of displaying exactly what he wanted on his face and nothing more.

“YES?” he asked before they could utter a word. The human – a male this time – grinned at him and held up a tray.

“Red’s busy, Yer Highness” he said, stepping inside. “I’ve got yer dinner.”

While gesturing toward the desk, where he ate all his meals, Razz clenched his other fist. Preparing for the inevitable mocking.

“THANK YOU,” he forced out as the human put it down. “WHO ARE YOU? AND WHERE IS RED?”

“The name’s Septimus Benoit, Yer Highness,” the man said cheerfully. He saluted playfully. “Boatswain and fourth in command on this fine ship. Red’s sifting the blackpowder and won’t be finished yet for a couple hours, poor guy. He hates this part o’ his job but it needs to be done.”

“THAT SOUNDS AWFUL.”

“It is,” Septimus agreed with a smile. “I’m glad I don’t have to do it. Well, I too have duties, Yer Highness. Enjoy your meal.”

“NOT VERY LIKELY IF IT IS LIKE THE OTHERS,” Razz muttered, but nodded. He had been here a week and was already infinitely tired of the ship’s cuisine. The pirate shrugged, and headed toward the door.

“’T was nice meeting ya, Yer Highness,” he said before closing the door behind. “Have a good afternoon.”

And Razz was alone again. His soul sank as he realized this. Not yet hungry, he hummed the old melody as he went to unpack his flute. He really needed something to do.

His bones felt itchy, he smelled and he could just feel the dirt crawl down his spine. Razz hadn’t washed or bathed for almost two weeks and it was driving him mad. It was so disgusting, not even half a bottle of perfume could make it feel better by this stage.

The cabin was also getting messy. There was dust and mud on the floor and the desk was a mess. He couldn’t fucking stand it. Why was it so untidy? His rooms in the castle had never been in this bad condition.

While Razz was spraying perfume all of the room, grateful for the small relief, it knocked on his door. After he’d called “COME IN” Red appeared, only to freeze and throw his hands for his nose. Razz frowned at him.

“wha’… what th’ hell? are ya tryin’ to poison me?” Red wheezed, waving one of his hands before his noose. Huffing, Razz put the perfume bottle down on a chest.

“NO. I AM TRYING TO MAKE IT SMELL DECENT. THIS CABIN IS REVOLTING.”

“well, tha’ might be ‘cause ya haven’t cleaned it, princess,” Red pointed out. Razz blinked at him. Wiping his hands of on his trousers, since there was no towels here, he kept staring at the other with narrowed sockest. “ya… know wha’ cleanin’ is, right?”

Huffing, Razz wrinkled his nose.

“OF COURSE I DO. IT’S SOMETHING THE SERVANTS DO WHEN NO ONE OF IMPORTANCE IS IN THE ROOM,” he replied, feeling slightly offended. The feeling grew as Red snorted, and a smirk took place on his face as he continued to fan his face.

“stars, highness. no offence, but ya wouldn’ survive a week on yer own. i’ll send a kid down t’ clean yer cabin.”

“I WANT TO BATHE,” Razz exclaimed. “I HAVEN’T BEEN THIS FILTHY IN MY LIFE. I HATE IT.”

“alright, princess,” Red nodded. “i’ll see what i can do fer ya.”

Razz had to fight himself to keep a grateful smile of his face. He nodded shortly, and Red grinned in reply.

For the first time since his kidnapping, Razz could leave his cabin. Only a short walk, a couple cabins away to a bathroom where some cabin kids had filled a bathtub with sea water. He saw nothing but wooden walls and doors. Despite that, and that he didn’t meet anyone but a rabbit kid, it felt absolutely wonderful to see something else but the same small cabin. The bath was cold. He didn’t have any of his soaps as they’d been in the maids’ bag. The salt stuck on his bones. Razz didn’t care. It felt lovely to get relatively clean again.

As he against his will returned to his cabin he could breathe a sigh of relief when he entered. The rabbit kid from earlier was just about to fold a couple of his dresses and shirts. They nodded slightly as he entered. It was the closest thing to a bow Razz had received on this ship.

Swept into his silk bathrobe he waited until they left. Grinning, he put on one of his cosiest dresses as soon as he was alone. He hadn’t wanted to dirty it. Sighing happily, he lied down on the bed and gazed out the window.

Huh. Didn’t the sky look very dark? Was it going to rain? The waves were hitting his window, leaving salt trails on it. Above him the footsteps were growing louder, Razz realized. Sounded like people were running. He frowned in worry. In the same moment, the keyhole rattled again and the door was thrown open. Red stopped in the doorway. The pirate’s sockets were wide, and he looked stressed.

“ya might wanna buckle up with some rope or somethin’ princess,” he said. His voice was strained and he kept glancing out the window. “there’s a storm comin’. and ‘t’s big.”

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astormofships · 8 years ago

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Pick Your Darling: Jenna

“Love me, love me. Say that you love me. Fool me, fool me, go on and fool me. Love me, love me. I know that you need me! I can't care 'bout anything but you..“

Ship name

Drenna

Meeting

Prior Hogwarts, when your parents wanted to be steadier acquaintances with the Malfoys.

First impressions, the way it used to be before it became romantic

Awww, two kids meeting for the first time. It was all chic, proper and all. Draco kissed the back of your small hand as you blushed but smiled anyway and said hello. Afterwards you began a conversation as the adults sat to drink a cup of tea. Draco mainly showed off his good manners and knowledge of wizard history but that's how you discovered a mutual interest: sports. Playing mini Quidditch was your duo's thing. One of Lucius' favourite memory would be seeing his son play “Momma and Papa witch and wizard conquering the world” with you. Slytherin is the most disliked and feared house in the castle. Many stories are told about its students, specially by Gryffindors. Those people seem to believe all snakes are Death Eaters in waiting, which is false. Hogwarts is said to be a second home when you begin your first year, and if there is a house who truly holds this familial atmosphere, it's Slytherin: indeed, fraternity is one of its traits. Otherwise how would Tracey Davis, a half-blood, survive among them? Elitists were presents and known, but not all in the house were like them and that's what mattered. So even though you were growing up and more certain not to share your ancestry's beliefs, the other students of the house did not disown you. Remaining on friendly terms with the blond, he even helped you train to earn a place in the Quidditch team. Hard work rewarded you with the position of Beater although it lasted only a year, but you were not upset. It was a good experience and homeworks kept pilling up so any minute of free time counted to relax and spend time with your friends. Later when the light won against the dark, he did his best to restore his honor and image, to take the just and right path. To say he was more humble than before was obvious. But he bravely faced the world in his attempt of reconstruction. And you were this bubble of... respect. A good example and influence. He was kinder in your company, you made him want to be less of his former self, the one who was proud of his shameful flaws. His confident appearance was something you had always admired, same for his intelligence and wit. Slowly but surely, the bond grew. Affection, care, respect, loyalty, hugs... if you two could become one sometimes, you'd do it. Whatever happened in life, at the end of the day, solace could be found in the company of the other.

Who took the first step

Both. You were a lover and did not want to conceal your emotions. Draco was more careful but when he was certain, orchestrated a plan to declare his love. Watching movies about stars and wars in your house, comfortable on the couch when it truly clicked that what you were chilling against were not the cushions but Draco himself.

Who approves, who disapproves

Your family and friends would, if the young man did not join Voldemort's ranks. Yes, they could imagine he hardly had the choice to truly decline the offer but it was a worrisome fact nevertheless. They wanted a man providing all the safety in the world. The Malfoys' reputation was tarnished.

Narcissa and Lucius would actually focus on their son's happiness. His mother would like you, truth be told. There would be a special bond between the two of you. She liked that you loved her son very much and would move mountains to keep him safe and happy.

The Purebloods who aren't in Azkaban or dead and are still as conservative as Salazar himself.

The best friend and the one you get along with the least

Maybe Pansy Parkinson, when she isn't spreading her venom in your presence. You have a lot in common if you forget the blood-purity mentality and how you disagreed. Girly stuff, talks, secrets? Together. She is the princess and you are the mom.

If you protect people, who will do the same for you? That is Blaise Zabini's role. *The friend pretending to hate your bad jokes or sincerely not enjoying them one bit.

Difference isn't always bad, therefore I think you and Luna would make interesting but genuine and ride or die friends. *That one pal who will ignore you to death if she didn't get the joke or would just offer her input to make it a decent one.

You and Dean Thomas would bond after the war. You'd have a soft spot for him, seeing that he was the one who later introduced you to music bands like Panic! At The Disco and My Chemical Romance. He was lucky to be a Muggle Born and right to be proud of it. Not only his blood status didn't make him a lesser person than those preaching purity, but at least he got the best of both worlds. You were glad to count him as a friend, and a dear one at that! *The friend who actually likes your jokes and openly admits it, sharing another while he is at it. Polite, fun-loving, respectful, brave, supportive and loyal, smart... that guy is by far the best Gryffindor you have met.

Merlin's beard. Can you imagine yourself having a conversation with Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger? Hurt feelings, annoyance... yep, they'd all be mutual. Ouch.

If somebody else fancies one of you

Pansy was interested by Draco during your Hogwarts years.

Blaise might have fancied you for a year but got over it.

The best and the worst

Being childhood friends

Playing Quidditch or going to see a match together

Eye and hair colours are opposites but you reciprocally adore those differences

He doesn't mind that you are not a chatterbox, if there is something important you need to share he knows you will speak up

Draco enjoys being fussed over

All the gifts

Being each other's first true love

It's so cute and deep

Faithfulness

His family and yours are friends

Narcissa is Draco's favourite person in the world, so It warms his heart to know you get along

You're similar, both childish so none gets really put off by this although arguments happen

Teaching him new ways, showing him how tolerance is actually a great thing

Exploring the muggle world together. When you finished your seventh year, you felt the need to get away from the wizarding world for a while which explained how you were familiar with this one too. He'd not be very enthusiastic but it would be a distraction and knowledge gained

He loves listening you play the piano, for music soothes the soul does it not

He can be secretive, it would be a source of doubt and feed your insecurities

Draco appreciates his alone time and vital space, and occasionally you might grit on his nerves by being too present

Different types of humor

This young man is too cold and/or aloof, honestly

He knew he was not worthy of you

Hogwarts Houses

Malfoy and Black are ancient and proud Pureblood families of Witches and Wizards. All (okay, almost) were sorted in Slytherin, and Draco was not an exception. Cunning and power, he was and longed for.

That was hard to chose, honestly. The most difficult part. I admit seeing one of your request on another blog and it said that you were a Gryffindor xD But I'll go with Slytherin. You seem to know what you want, especially when it's in your hands already and would fight for the people you love or possessions you do not want to lose. There is a determination to you. Losing a battle doesn't mean you lost the war, and you know it. Slytherins know it.

Seven Deadly Sins and Virtues

Draco? Well, duh. Pride, of course. The way he speaks of his name and family legacy is no mistake. There's Envy too, how he often resents Harry for all the (un)wanted attention he gets. But this guy is intelligent, knows how to behave in society and got more than correct results at Hogwarts. Not to mention the mission given by Voldemort in 6th year, how he tried to make the Vanishing Closet work and all. All of these could refer to Diligence and Patience.

Jealous, craving affection, childish, always wanting more and more... you, dear Jenna, are Lust. Informations said that jealousy was a characteristic of wrath, and being childish could lead to tantrums and not reasoning calmly. Therefore we can add Wrath to the list. But being a ball of affection, care and protection as well as good intentions gets you the virtue of Kindness.

Who is the sun, who is the moon

An evidence! Warm, loving, protective and inclined toward music, you are the sun. Yes, that and the piano mention was a subtle reference to Apollo in my head, so it helped making the choice although it wasn't difficult to begin with. Moody and nurturing might as well be the moon however... but not this time.

Elegant, cold, boastful, mysterious and fretting, Draco is the moon.

Endgame or not

No. War changes people. Your relationship begun after that but I don't think he'd be patient enough to deal with your jealously and highly emotional moods. Giving a solid chance, sure. But time was valuable, the Slytherin alumni was aware of that. He didn't need a second mother and never was he fond of people clingling to his arm. Usually, the best prevailed the worst. But in the end, I think that sometimes people just fall out of love and that's what happened. Do not fret! He knows you are a great person yet simply not the one he belonged with. To say your heart was broken is an understatement.

Who I truly ship you with regardless of the request’s details

At first I didn't know when this ship was in progress. But you know what? A pairing including Luna seems intriguing, now that I dwell on the possibility. And now, I don't know if Dean should only be a platonic option or not. He'd be a wonderful partner. But he might be in love with Seamus, so yeah. Maybe Blaise, after all! Yes, yes. Totally Blaise.

#Pick Your Darling Ships

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starstruckcloudgalaxy · 5 years ago

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I hope you’re keeping well and safe at home, dear friends; I know, the Easter weekend is coming up and the weather is nice, but we’ll have to sit this one out and stay in if we don’t want to risk our own lives and those of many others. So, I’ve been thinking of more tips to give you on what to do at home in order to keep happy and healthy; and the term ‘wellness’, which has been very popular in recent years, came to my mind. So what exactly is ‘wellness’?

The term has actually been around since the late 1940s, meaning feeling well all around – physically, mentally and socially. No need to say that some big parts of this concept are out of order right now: you can’t go out and meet your friends or even your family, you can’t go to the gym or the swimming pool, and let’s be honest, we’re all a bit on edge psychologically both with all those changes to our everyday lives and with the dreadful news we keep hearing all day about deaths and shortage of doctors and hospital beds and more deaths to come.

Still, there are lots of things we can do to make us feel better in all three sectors, even in these strange days – so let’s start with a combination of the physical and the psychological aspect of wellness: activities involving both your body and your mind.

Dance!

As I’ve told you, dear friends, I’m not exactly the sporty type, so I can’t give you too many tips on how to keep fit indoors; the obvious things are stretching and aerobics (there are lots of videos for that which you can follow on YouTube), running up and down the stairs in your house or apartment building, and – dancing! And it’s got a double function: it gives you the necessary exercise, and the music will cheer you up as well.

So put on a CD, or have a look on YouTube for some hot music with a great rhythm to dance to – be it some good old rock n roll, or disco, or even an old-fashioned Charleston! Just move any way you like, or try to remember some exercises from your PE days at school… Here’s my all-time favourite ‘exercise song’ – doesn’t that just make your feet and body itch?!

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Relax in a hot bath

At the core of many of today’s interpretations of ‘wellness’ is spoiling your body – and there are few better ways of relaxing that having a bath. Just get a bottle of foam bath from the supermarket which will give amazing satisfaction not only to your skin but also your nose – aromatherapy is an important part of a good bath, it’s not only about cleaning yourself up!

While you’re there feeling wonderfully light in the warm water, you’ll have time to collect your thoughts; but do avoid thinking about the latest Coronavirus news, please… There are so many beautiful things to think about; your last summer holiday, or the romantic movie you watched last night – or simply absorb the feeling of your body relaxing and the lovely smell of lavender or rosemary. You’ll feel like new when you’ll get out of the tub!

Unfortunately, not everybody’s got the luxury of a bathtub at home; but you can still enjoy a long hot shower, spoiling yourselves with a delicious shower cream, and you can also boost your blood circulation with a little Kneipp cure. What’s that, you ask? Well, it’s one of the best things my upbringing in Germany taught me, a water treatment method named after the 19th century pioneer of alternative medicine, Sebastian Kneipp: alternating hot and cold showers, starting with your legs and arms and then moving on to the rest of your body. It’ll make you fit as a flea in no time!

Having a massage

Another popular feature of ‘wellness holidays’ on fitness farms and of spas and water parks is providing a massage service for customers; and it’s another thing you can do perfectly well at home. The ideal situation is, of course, to have someone with you who can massage you and vice versa; all you’ve got to do is look up the basics of a massage online, there’s no need to become a professional masseur or masseuse… Here’s one I find very helpful and informative:

https://www.wikihow.com/Give-a-Full-Body-Massage

Again, there are many people who are currently all on their own, with no one to massage them – but that doesn’t mean you can’t get your body massage as well! You can do it yourself, and here’s how:

https://www.wikihow.com/Massage-Yourself

Meditation – just think positive!

I must confess I’ve never really been into yoga and all those other popular ways of meditation; if you want to learn some yoga techniques, there are plenty of videos on YouTube for you. My own way of gathering my thoughts is based more on the psychological principle of directed thinking and positive thinking. How to do that? It’s really quite simple: you can STEER your thoughts, there’s no need to be a slave to them; and especially in difficult times, when your brain is being bombarded by bad news, you can force yourself by sheer willpower to think of something positive.

Get hold of a negative thought that keeps going around in your mind; like, for example ‘I can’t even go on an Easter trip because of this lockdown’. Then, start a positive counterattack: think of your last holiday and the great time you had – picture the green hills of Ireland, or the beaches of Greece, or the casinos of Las Vegas you saw, or even look through your photos and at the souvenirs on the bookshelf. Then, concentrate on your next holiday, whenever that may be – where are you planning to go? Look it up on the internet, look at the photos and videos and other people’s travel reports – and reassure yourselves that you ARE going to go there, too, some day. Now that’s a goal, isn’t it?

Cooking

Since deliveries aren’t really an everyday option for most of us, we’ve all got to cook at home these days, anyway, so we might just as well enjoy it… Like my daughter Marianna, who until recently hardly knew how to do a pancake or a pot of spaghetti – now that she’s all on her own in our flat in Piraeus, she’s learning new recipes every day, and she loves it! No matter whether you hardly did any cooking until now, or just the necessary, or whether you’re a hobby cook anyway – this is a great time for trying out new things in the kitchen.

Simple things like sandwiches or pasta sauces can bring endless fun with new variations (I’ve already put together some recipes for those two categories, you can look them up on my blog; and there’s more to come soon), and there are lots of cookery programmes on TV every day where you can learn even more – some of them combine cooking and travelling, too, so you can explore Italy with the Hairy Bikers or France with Rick Stein without having to leave the safety of your flat – and without paying a penny for the journey!

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Play games

I’ve pointed out before on my blog how important it is to play a game once in a while, but this goes double, of course, in our present days of lockdown. The good old board games, like Scrabble, Cluedo, Trivial Pursuit, Draughts or Snakes and Ladders bring everybody in your household together in neverending hours of fun! And if you don’t happen to have any of those at home, you’ll at least be able to obtain a deck of cards from the newsagent to play some Poker or Canasta – and if you’ve never played any card games before, you can always look up the rules of one online! Here’s a very simple one I used to play with my family back in Germany when I was a kid:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mau-Mau_(card_game)

If you’re alone, of course, the only pal you’ve got to play with is your laptop, tablet or smartphone – but even that can provide hours and hours of fun and entertainment! There are countless free games you can play online or download for free – want to build a farm or a town, or even an empire? Want to combat dragons or zombies? Want to solve puzzles or mysteries? You’ll find literally EVERYTHING on the Web. And you can even play with other players online and get to know new people that way!

Have a drink!

Let’s face it: this is NOT the right time to quit drinking. Unless you’ve always been a teetotaller or haven’t had a drink in years, you’ll probably all feel an enhanced need for a drink in these trying days – especially after the evening news. So, let’s not develop a guilty conscience about it: it’s not our fault, and we’ll all go back to normal once this crisis is over, because we’ll have the willpower to do it.

Try to keep a lid on it, though, because too much drink can lead to depressions, or to rows with your partner or flatmates. And don’t just knock it back like a bitter medicine – enjoy it, and experiment with it, try out new cocktails and mixtures, make it a part of your effort to cheer yourselves and others up during these dark days! And another tip: diluting alcoholic drinks with soft drinks like lemonade, cola or soda water makes them last longer and less dangerous.

Watch a funny programme

Comedy isn’t everybody’s cup of tea, but this isn’t the time for gloomy melodrama either. No matter whether – like me – you’re perfectly satisfied with any sort of nonsense from “Carry On” to “Father Ted” (both of which are regularly shown on British Freeview TV), or whether you expect something at least as sophisticated as an Oscar Wilde play, it’s important these days that you choose something for your evening entertainment that’s at least in some way uplifting. There’s nothing wrong with a good laugh and a happy ending, and we all need it more than ever!

Especially over Easter, British TV channels are making a real effort to entertain us all day long, so we won’t miss our trips and walks too much; you can check the programme here any time:

https://www.tvguide.co.uk/

And here’s an online guide for my American friends:

https://www.ontvtonight.com/guide/

So, look out for those comedy programmes, dear friends!

Talk!

This is the social aspect of wellbeing, and the maybe MOST important thing to take us through this pandemic: talking to people. Talk with your loved ones about how you feel, ask them how they feel, cheer them up, laugh with them, until you and they forget about the grimness of the situation. Keeping your thoughts and feelings to yourself is the worst thing you can do; your brain will start going around in circles, and depression will set in. Share your hopes and fears, your worries and dreams, your inner self with someone, and you’ll immediately feel better.

Being in lockdown with your partner and/or children or a good friend is, of course, the ideal thing – I find it unbelievable how many couples are fighting these days because they’re cooped up together, instead of being happy and thankful that they’ve got someone to hold on to! While there’s lots of less fortunate people who are all on their own right now – but even for them it’s perfectly possible to talk, even in lockdown…

Thanks to our modern technology, we’ve now not only got the phone to talk to our loved ones who are far away from us, but also video calls, messaging, emails and so on – so nobody really is alone! And even if you can’t think of anybody to ring up or send an email to – why don’t you sign up to a social media site if you aren’t on one already? You’ll get to know lots of nice people in no time, you’ll find other lonely people who are looking for someone to talk to, you’ll find people with similar interests – and you won’t feel lonely anymore!

Those are my tips for you, dear friends, for achieving this marvellous thing called ‘wellness’; there are so many different ways of feeling happy, you’ve only got to find the ones that work for you. And if you find a new one, I’d love to hear about it in the comments – we can learn so much from each other!

Discover wellness: Spoil yourselves during lockdown! I hope you’re keeping well and safe at home, dear friends; I know, the Easter weekend is coming up and the weather is nice, but we’ll have to sit this one out and stay in if we don’t want to risk our own lives and those of many others.

#Cheer Up #Fun #Home #Lifestyle #Lockdown #Psychology #Stay Home #Wellness

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“Ah Ria Udup can help me with the planning of the first theme so you can go check the flower shop. You should have at least a couple of customers by now and Zander has the tea shop covered.” She said brightly Ria took that as a open invitation to go and she did. She already checked the flowers so they were all in good health today there was not a single bug on them inside of the shop, now on the outside flowers she’s pretty sure some bugs were on them either resting or eating it.

She hurried on outside and when her eyes landed on familiar blue eyes she smiled instantly. He was bending over the today’s flower special she really loved the way he looked among all of her flowers.

She gave him a moment before he looked her way she tilted her head slightly to the side her lips still curled into a easy smile.

“Good morning Ria, I hope my sister isn’t troubling you too much this morning.” He said with a gentle chuckle and a deep bow to her as he has done every day since he has meet her.

“Good Morning, Mr. Von Drehle and oh no not at all she’s a joy to be around. She’s family like you.” She chuckled softly.

Plucking one of her best blossoms he was smiling to he while taking the few necessary steps to be within reach of herr. “I believe I’ll take this one today.”

“Yes, Of course.”

He pulled out his wallet and paid for the flower before turning around with apparent slight of hand with his back to her he turned again in a complete circle and presenting her with a small jeweled charm that looked like the exact same flower he had just bought. He had began giving her these charms everyday for the past few months.

And each day of those beautiful few months she enjoyed getting them when she reached for it she always stroke the petals with gentle fingers. Despite her hands were cut and scared she made it as soft as she could with lotion and oil. She didn’t mind her hands until now. She wanted to be beautiful for him so she done her best effort to appease him the best way she knew how.

“Thank you, it’s beautiful. I cherish these charms you give me.”

She lifted her hands up they both had gold chains on each wrist the flowers drone in a beautiful arrangement of flowers. She slip the new charm on her right wrist they cling together when she moved her wrist.

“Ria, Can you say my first name, please?”

Ria blushed scarlet despite her dark skin she can bet her cheeks were like the light house.

“It’s…it’s A-Alexander..”

Alexander smiled at her, “That’s right. Can you call me that from now on?”

Ria eyes sparkled brightly, “Yes!”

The two of them chatted for quite a while she would have made him coffee as well if it haven’t been for a customer asking for a bouquet of roses. When she looked up to help that said customer her eyes landed on Luna….Luna Imani who was smiling big at her. “I’ve found you, Empress.”

Ria dropped everything she was doing to cover up Luna’s mouth.

“Luna…you’re not suppose to call me Empress here. I’m just Ria…Ria Imani.”

Luna put one of her hands up to her mouth a troubled looked cross over her face. “I just can’t do that… You’re my Emp-“ before she could even finished that statement she was being pulled back into the staff break room Udup caught sight of Luna being pulled by Ria that he stopped right in his track long enough for Alexis bump into him.

They had just finished wrapping up their brainstorming idea for the tea/flower shop to gain more customers and be more original than all the other serving industry.

‘…Things just got that more complicated.’ He thought,

“Udup? Everything alright?”

Udup turned to face her he didn’t know how to explained why their priestess of their temple was here. Luna…the moon goddess that can hear the voices of the gods. The seer of the past, the present, and thy future. The most powerful woman second only to the empress. She has her own followers her own citizen if Ria was the Empress than she would be a Queen of her own right with tradition of her own. This Queen helps their chosen Empress in power and in strength. These Queens protect and provide, gives, and help rule with strength in exchange their life spans are shorten by decades. Luna is the first priestess whose will is strong to not let the ages of time kill what little time she has left.

The only reason her time has increased are due to the Jaegers prowess to extend her life. How long it was she never let a moment by pass her if she could help it. She prays that none of her childrens become the next priestess or priest.

She owe both Eren and Armin a life debt for their kindness no one knows how precious time is than herself who was born with little time. She grow much faster than any other Imani’s…far too fast. Yet, she smiles and carry on like anyone who is most normal. Those who knew her short coming were the future Emperor, the current Empress, and the Jaeger demigod Eren king of the Jaegers and demigod queen Armin.

Udup rubbed his cheeks against Alexis he was always sad to see Luna.

“Nm..”

Udup tried to say nothing but, it always get caught in his throat when he thinks of how unfair the world….no the realms worked.

“There’s…someone I want you to meet, Alexis.. Could you do me the greatest honor..in to getting to know this amazing person…She’s family.”

Udup paused his nuzzling to look at her….it was rare for him to talk about his family and it’s even rarer that he’d know someone other than his big sister…and his Alexis.

“Her name is Luna.”

Hearing her name being spoken the woman grabbed on udup shoulder and tried to bounce her way over his shoulder to see who he was talking too.

“Hi!”

Luna disappeared behind his back for a second before she was jumping up again to puncture out her greeting by her jumps.

“I’m”

Jump.

“Luna.”

Jumps again,

“Nice.”

Jumping more and speaking faster

“Too meet.”

Jumping harder that lasted longer than all her other jumps.

“Yoooou.”

Luna walked around him almost breathless

“You must be Alexis Udup talks about you alot. You’re like his Moon.”

The reason she didn’t say sun is due to her appearance she was more like a moon. Her pale skin and silvery tinted pink hues of a hair was more quiet than loud like the suns.

“You wouldn’t happen to know who’s Alexander would you? Empress likes to practicing that name out loud. When she gets really tired his name keeps showing up on important documents.

Ria was actually breathless when she came back to join them it was obvious Luna gave her the slip through running and series of teleportation.

“Empress?” Alexis questioned Luna.

If Ria could poop out a golden egg than this situation would be the golden opportunity of her awkwardness. Udup decided to cover up his sister with a little while lie or in his case a defensive response to get her attention elsewhere.

“It’s a nickname, Luna likes to use on my older sister.”

Luna almost looked offended with that balant lie,

“it is not a-”

Udup covered Luna mouth, “She also likes to take it very seriously at times so most of us ignore her little spazz or humor her.”

Udup was looking right in Alexis eyes as he said this,

“I see, I’m Alexis and Alexander is my brother.” She, said with a smile,

“Ahh, I see, I see so Udup has the hots for you while Ria got the hots for Alexander.”

Ria picked Luna up effortless She manage to kick a door open beside her and tossed her inside the room and mentally locked the damn thing. She was huffing as if she ran a damn marathon and not just get humiliated and throwing her butt inside a room.

“……”

Udup had nothing to say…he knew she would bring upon a complication they didn’t need. He himself hadn’t tried to hide the fact he likes Alexis a lot. Even in college she was the only one who came near him who didn’t call him a freak or wanting attention by dressing differently. They didn’t know it was because he simply didn’t know how the american clothes work or put them on in that matter. The coat and shoes alone were a pain in the ass to deal with when winter really comes around. Apparently he has to be human than to just keep his body temperature high enough to not get sicked.

Ria on the other hand had a lot to say her mind was so loud he wanted to plug his ears.

Udup slowly took Alexis hand in his he didn’t smile all that much but, when he does it’s only one smile per person or so he assumed.

“Hope you like her, Alexis. She’s going to be working with us from now on.”

His eyes were somewhat had an inner light inside his eyes that created a bit of mirror effect that cat does when in the dark or lights meet their eyes.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Connie had Hanji on his back piggyback style he himself had been drinking along with cutie but on his back but, he himself haven’t been turned into a skeleton like she is now.

He remember the last time everyone went out drinking, Mike, Eren, Petra, Levi, Hanji, Erwin, Mobilt, and himself were all at the club. Erwin been depressed ever since Armin moved out of his crib without so much as a ‘fuck you’ and Levi being a great pal tag along with him to lift his fucking spirit. Hanji the noisy mad scientist wanted the latest scope but, Erwin is far too tight lipped to spill his shit even while massively drunk. Erwin tends to lose conscious when he does have a little too much to drink. And that is only when Armin comes and pick him up and take him back to his place. He would only care for him until two hours before the sun comes up. And before Armin takes care of Erwin Eren has been giving Erwin silent glares whenever Levi wasn’t paying him any attention and Connie only went for the drinks not for everyone’s love problems. Jp who have to take Hanji home gave all of the guilty parties dirty glares as to why his wife is overly drunk. She gets hella cranky when her hangover stays and he mostly have to appeal to her inner dragon. A happy wife is a happy home or so the saying is going around. Usually Mobilt the only one dead after drinking but, Hanji can party hard like an animal and get Eren started then Levi too busy getting him keep his clothes on. Everyone at least seen Eren ass naked once or twice there in lives.

Levi tends to get his ass home and in bed with Eren acting cute to get Levi to sleep with him. Of course Connie would’ve loved to see them having sex in public once or twice. That way when they tied the knot he had proof and a gift for whenever they settled down

Next to him is Tae Yeon he walked next to him he gave one look at Hanji and shook his head.

“Don’t want to know what you two did but, you seriously gotta start bring your damn badge. You two may not be late but, that’s usually the first thing you grab after putting on your dang clothes.”

Connie laughed, “Hell if we would remember that. At least We were in the damn building before we lost our badges.”

They walked into the room and Connie automatically greet the others.

“Sup, Levi, Eren, Erwin, Alexander, Kenta…And New faces.”

Eren was calling Alexander an Angel while throwing back some serious hot coffee. Eren had a cat tongue so if he drinking coffee without blowing it meant he’s been drinking too. At least they weren’t the only one getting faced shit drunk crazy on a work day.

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