#this was after three (3) minutes of vacuuming

[cuppatealove]

Me: Back to schoooooooool survived the summer holidays!!!!! Quiet house I can achieve all the things!!!!! 🌼🎈 🥳🌸💜🌞 💃

My back: Lol nope

[trashmouth-richie]

𝐜𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐫

1.3k | just for fun since it’s blizzarding here rn

The wind blustered against the cracked windshield. Sending waves of sleet and snow against the van, hitting like gravel against the tin body. 

He silently curses himself for not getting the windshield fixed before winter came. A huffed breath drags from him, little puffs of frigid air in the cold interior of the van, as he attempts to blow warmth to his chilled to the bone fingers. Aching from the repetitive motions from work. 

Eddie’s life didn’t end up how he had planned. The rockstar gig was nothing more than that— a gig.  One show maybe two a month at the hideout, a small little escape into the world he once was determined to get to. 

But life had other plans for him. Things he never saw coming. 

The sharp right turn into Forest Hills was blanketed by thick drifts of snow, covering the usual pot holes. Still he avoided them anyway— the last thing he needed was a blown tire in this weather. 

Forecast called for  “1-3 inches” but what the stuck up weather man didn’t predict was the wind.  

The wind brought with it freezing temperatures, a high of barely four degrees. He called Wayne on his break, telling him he’d stop by after work and shovel his pickup out so he could make his shift tonight, but Wayne only grunted and told Eddie he was perfectly capable of doing it himself, just to get home safe. 

The ill maintained roads were horrible, his tires slid and skid anytime he tapped the brakes or eased on the gas pedal, making the usual ten minute drive home turn into twenty, then thirty. 

He was crabby, hungry and itching for a cigarette, but the gas stations were closed for the upcoming storm, leaving an itch in his jaw that drove him mad. 

Anything and everything that could go wrong in one day had. Equipment broke, most of the shift hadn’t shown up due to the storm causing him to work in place of two other jobs on top of his own. The lunch he brought was left in the van by mistake after hurrying to get punched in when his alarm hadn’t gone off. 

And now throwing the van in park he realized he never turned the lights off in his rushed attempt to make it to work on time. 

Punching the steering wheel he curses again, the light bill would be outrageous next month. 

The van door was stuck, probably frozen from the outside, and he shoved his shoulder into the frame to try to loosen it enough so he could get out. The wind hit him like a freight train, stealing his breath and pelting his face, chapping his cheeks red and ruddy. 

Rage filled his lungs as his sweat soaked bandana started to feel like a frozen sheet of ice on his head. Crunching his curls into icicles. 

The cold air seeped through his jeans, and he shivered when his boots sunk into the snow. Dropping his keys three separate times into the snow, Eddie yelled into the night. 

 And if he weren’t so mad he might have noticed a set of footprints leading from your trailer to his. 

He might have heard the radio buzzing about the incoming bad weather. 

He might have smelled a delicious slurry of cooked meat, beans and tomatoes boiling on the stove. 

The front door was frozen too, and when he finally jimmied the handle and flung the door open, he nearly burst into tears. 

The place is spotless. 

Ashtrays were emptied and sparkling like the countertops, the heap of clothes on top of his washer were folded and put away. A candle is lit on the table. You must have brought your own vacuum over because his hasn’t worked since the 70s. 

The small patch of linoleum under his feet was swept, his other pair of work boots and shoes were lined up neatly against the wall. A new rag thread utility rug was also underfoot. 

His eyes brimmed hot with tears at the sight of his clean house, and you, standing at the stove with a wooden spoon to your lips.

“Hi! Made a cobbler with that jar of peaches from Joyce Byers,” you chirp, pulling the oven door open and placing the dessert dish onto the potholders, “I know it’s not the season for it but it just sounded so good.”

It wasn’t your mess and you shouldn’t have to clean up after a grown man. But you do, and Eddie is more than grateful for your caring heart, for how sweet you are to him even on days he wants nothing more than to rot on the couch and feel sorry for himself. 

His eyes soften, and before you can ask him how his day was, he’s grabbing your cheeks with ice cold hands, bringing his frigid mouth to the warmth of your temple before kissing the tomatoey stain from your lips. 

He sighs into you, his body releasing all the pent up anger and pain from the day. Solace of your arms melted away the glacial cold from within him. 

The kisses don’t stop, and you have to lean back to turn the stove off in hopes that the chili doesn’t burn before you can eat it. 

His cold nose nudges down your neck, kissing the chain he placed there a year ago, one you never took off. He mumbles into your skin and his stomach groans with emptiness. 

“Let’s get you fed big boy,” you mouth against his sweaty curls, and he happily obliges.

After he places the last bite of chili from his bowl into your mouth, you drag him to the shower. 

Rinsing the shampoo from his curls and warming his still cold skin with your body. The heat from his tongue lapping at your skin, and something else prominently making itself known on the cheek of your ass. 

“Didn’t have to do all of that, baby,” he murmurs into your ear, fingers slowing working soap into your skin. 

“Wanted to, I love you Eds.” 

You’ve said it many times before, never once pressuring him into saying it back if he wasn’t ready. A life full of shitty people, it was hard for him to open up, but you opened something up in him that he hadn’t felt before, and he couldn’t get enough of you. 

Tangled limbs climb from the shower, skin barely rinsed and wet tendrils of hair hang down each of your necks. Your lips still taste like chili, and he still smells like work, but neither of you care. 

Lips smack together and skin is left hickied and sweaty. Elbows and knees are rubbed raw from the itchy sheets on his bed, his hair is drying into a mess from your fingers lacing through it, your breath making the curls go frizzy when he pulls you into him and rocks your body against his sat cock.  

Pulling sugary noises from you again, and again, he finally says it there. Chin between your legs, your orgasm dripping wet from his lips.

You sit up to see him, not sure if you heard. 

He says it again, liking the way it sounds, something he had been scared of saying for a long time, but he always knew he did.

A single tear slips down his cheek and it’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever seen, the cobbler would sit untouched until tomorrow, Eddie having found a sweeter dessert to indulge in, love.

[bby-blu-swirll]

hairdressing | hawks x reader

little short where a long term customer recommends her stylist (you) to a coworker of hers <3

(HELP IDK WHERE THIS CAME FROM LOL)

soft rock filled the small space as you swept across the salon floor, making a small pile of your last client's blue hair. you smiled to nobody in particular, taking a deep breath. you really did love your job. it was an art to you, and every person who passed under your hands for a cut or dye felt like a small masterpiece.

you worked out of a small salon in downtown kyushu, on the cutest street corner across from a bakery. it had three stylist chairs in their respective stations, each decorated to their owners' liking. yours had small (f/c) prints along the wall, little butterflies scattered around, and your mirror was lined with some miscellaneous polaroids and string lights. at first they were just for the vibes, but you quickly noticed the majority of your clients finding a significant amount of joy in taking their instagram photos with it.

the other stations had been filled with personality of their own, belonging to your salon co-owners, two lovely people you became quick friends with in cosmetology school. however, one had clocked out for the day hours earlier and the other had no appointments, so the shop was yours to enjoy while you waited out the clock. of the three of you, you were the only one who didn't leave after the last client. you hardly made appointments before 10 am, so if you had some extra time before 6 pm, you would tidy the salon and see if you got any walk ins. if not, you closed at your 8 hour mark. every once in a while though, someone would wander in asking for a quick cut and you were always more than happy to comply.

so now was one of those evenings. your last client, coming in for a fresh trim, had walked out at 5:20. and here you were, just humming along with the music and bobbing your head.

a soft buzzing from the counter tore your attention away from the pile of blue hair you were sweeping and brought it to your phone, with an incoming call. you smiled softly at the icon, a picture of you and rumi from the last time you two had been able to go out together. at this point, it must have been months ago. she was always so busy with hero work now, which you completely understood, it just made you miss the days before she was number 5.

you had gone to the same middle school and stayed connected since. of course she went to a high school to get her hero license, (before you, too, since you met in her last year, and your first) but you wouldn't let that stop you from seeing her on weekends, or stop her from forcing you to help with the classes she didn't understand. in exchange, she let you practice on her hair to help your chances of getting into a better cosmetology school. hell, she even let you dye it once or twice. ever since, you were the only person who's cut her hair, ever.

you put the phone to your ear with a smile. "heyy, hunny bun! what's goin on?"

you heard her playfully scoff through the phone, as if you haven't been calling her that since you were 15.

"hey babes, just had a question for ya." her cheerful tone was unwavering as usual, you could practically hear her confident smile through the phone.

"mkay, shoot."

"are you with a client right now?"

you tucked your phone under your ear with your shoulder, picking up your broom and starting to sweep the pile towards the automatic vacuum in the corner. "mmm, no, my last one left just a few minutes ago, actually." you heard her say something you didn't quite catch, like she was talking to someone she was with. "why? what's up?"

"do you still take walk-ins until 6??" her tone was more eager now. you smiled a bit, wondering what for.

"yyeeaaahh?"

"oooo! okay perfect, then i have someone who desperately needs your help." you could hear annoyed and offended protests come from her line and you couldn't help but stifle a laugh. "oh shut up, you've let it grow too long and you know it! stop acting like a stubborn child." she chuckled slightly before turning her attention back to you. "think you've got time for a quick trim for my friend?"

with a small smile, you turned to the clock on the wall. "yeah, plenty actually. how far away are you guys? should i put up the closed sign in the window in case someone else comes in?"

"nah, don't worry about that. we just got off patrol like four blocks from you. should be five minutes, tops."

you stopped your sweeping and froze, just a bit. "patrol? you mean i'm doing one of your pro hero friends' hair?"

"well you've been doing mine since we were 13, i figured it wouldn't be a big deal." she sounded so casual, which was in character for her, yet still astonishing to you, considering the circumstances.

"i mean yeah, but i know how to do your iconic haircut because i've been doing it for, i don't know, almost 10 years?? not to brag, but i'm probably the only one who can do it just the way you like. but if you bring me some big shot hero and i screw up his 'do, then it's all my fault." you chuckled slightly.

"ahh, don't sweat it y/n. i know you'll do a great job. besides, it's not like i'm bringing you chris hemsworth or something, it's just someone i work with every once in a while. feel free to screw up his 'do as much as you like." her end of the call was suddenly filled with miscellaneous protests and insistent "NO, DON'T DO THAT-"'s, followed by her cackling furiously.

you couldn't help but laugh yourself. "alright, well i'm gonna finish cleaning up from my last appointment. i'll see you in a few, yeah?"

"alright see you then babes."

"buh-bye hunny bun." you hung up, smiling softly, a bit excited for whatever was coming your way.

when the golden bell above your door rang just a few minutes earlier, you were reorganizing your hair colors. as soon as you turned around, you smiled and threw yourself at rumi in a big hug, laughing as she scooped you up and spun you around. it's a habit she'd picked up way back when she first started heavy lifting.

she squealed as she squeezed you, finally setting you down. "agh, i feel like it's been so long since i've seen you!"

you chuckled slightly, rubbing the back of your neck. "yeah, it's almost like that's because it has."

your smile changed into a curious look as you remembered why she was here, looking behind her at the eye-catching scarlet pair of wings on her friend. realization dawned upon you as your eyes met his, golden and piercing, even through his tinted glasses. you huffed a laugh and smirked, cocking your head to the side. he held out a gloved hand for a shake before stopping.

"oh-" he chuckled and bit the middle finger, pulling out his hand and offering it again, flesh and bone this time, for a friendly shake. "hey, i'm-"

"hawks. i'm familiar." you smiled and laughed softly. "call me y/n."

"pleasure to meet you, y/n." the way your name rolled off his tongue made you hesitate for just a moment, biting the inside of your cheek in thought.

"likewise... hey rumi?"

"mhmm?"

"remember when you called me earlier?"

she smiled playfully. "yeah, i think so."

"yeah, and you said, 'iT's nOt LiKe i'M bRiNgiNg ChRiS hEmSwOrTh'?"

"mhm mhm i think i remember that."

"so.. wanna tell me what the number two hero is doing in my salon, oh my God?"

she laughed loudly and patted you on the back. "y/n don't worry, i promise you have nothing to stress about. now i'm gonna pop into the bakey across the street and see if i can get anything before they close, why don't you go ahead and get started?" without waiting for an answer, she was already back in your doorway. "screw him up, yeah?" she winked playfully before closing the door and making her way to the crosswalk outside.

a moment of silence passed as you watched her make her way across the street before hawks spoke up.

"sooo.... please don't screw me up, too badly."

you laughed as you prepped the rinse station for him. "oh no don't worry, you're in perfectly adequate hands."

he let out an amused hum. "i don't know, adequate has to be an understatement, if you're the one doing rumi's hair. she told me you were the one who did her hair and makeup for that magazine she was in a few months back, said you style her for every event too." he shrugged off his jacket and slipped off his glasses, dropping them in one of your lounge chairs.

his easy going tone and relaxed smile had already made you feel more at ease. "yeah... well i mean, i guess i just know her, what looks good and what she likes, you know? we go pretty far back." you chuckled, motioning for him to come take a seat.

"well whatever you end up doing to me, i'm sure it'll look great." his relaxed, almost cocky smirk rested on his face comfortably. though you thought you saw it falter for just a moment when you pressed a hand to his chest to guide him back, neck resting on the edge of the bowl, head leaning into the sink.

"well let's hope so..." you smiled softly as you lowered your voice just a bit. "let me know if the water's too hot..."

he hummed as the warm water poured over his scalp, visibly relaxing. as easy going as he always seemed, it must have been exhausting to always be on guard, looking for trouble. "mm... 's perfect."

you bit the inside of your cheek again, smiling still. he exhaled softly as you massaged the shampoo into his scalp, looking like he was sinking into the chair even more.

"hawks..?"

he opened one eye, looking up at you. "hm?"

"you okay?"

"oh, yeah... sorry," he chuckles faintly. "just, feels good... sorry if that's weird."

"oh! no, ha, not at all."

as you go along with the rest of the wash, conditioning and rinsing, you couldn't help but wonder if he ever got attention like this. as far as the media could tell, he didn't have many personal relationships, and he reacted so easily to your touch, it was like he hadn't relaxed, had personal attention like this in a while.

you moved him to the chair without many words. as you comb through his hair, you look up for just a moment and catch his eyes on yours in the mirror. you continued what you were doing, holding his gaze.

"...what?"

his smile returned with an amused exhale. "nothing, just watching you work."

you returned the expression before turning your attention back to his hair. "okay.. so rumi said you needed a trim, how much exactly am i lopping off?"

"ah, probably an inch, hardly more. it's been getting in my eyes when i'm fighting, which is like skating on thin ice, so..."

you nodded, picking up your sheers. "okay, i get you."

"i usually get it cut every few weeks to keep it manageable, but the guy who was doing that before quit on me."

you tilted your head curiously as you began trimming around his neck. "really? why's that?"

"ah, i ended up having to see him pretty often, guess he kinda got fed up." he laughed lightly.

"every few weeks is already pretty often, why would you need to see him more often than that?"

"i solve issues before they can happen. but i also assist other heroes pretty often, walking into battles that have already started. and sometimes my own situations can still get out of hand. if i get banged up, chances are so does my hair. it's been burnt, ripped out, shaved around head injuries, pretty much anything you can think of."

as he talked, you pulled strands of hair to snip. every once in a while, you would notice small-ish scars buried under his overlapping layers.

"yeah, i think i see what you mean..." you gently run your fingers over one of them, watching carefully as his eyebrows quirk up slightly.

"yeah... anyway, guess the old stylist got tired of fixing me, and ended up quitting a few weeks ago. of course, i'm basically the commission's 'golden boy'," you didn't even have to look up to know his eyes were rolling. "so i guess he was the best in the area. that's why they're looking for someone new now, and why i've been looking just a bit overgrown." he chuckled lightly.

his eyes followed as you picked out your sheers and comb, making your way in front of him. his classic smirk stayed on his face as you leaned in closer.

your voice was low as you bent over just slightly, raising his chair. "sorry, just need to do your front parts quickly..."

"no worries..."

"so... if your image is such an important part of the job, why'd they higherups trust you to someone like me?" you smiled faintly. his eyes fluttered closed as you began to trim the hair falling around them.

"actually, that was mirko's idea. she speaks pretty highly of you, ya know. besides, she thought maybe, if you did a good job, she could convince the commission to hire you to take care of me." he winked playfully. though it was perfectly in line with his personality and was likely a regular habit for him, it still made your stomach drop for a moment. "if you're interested that is. she thought you might be. no pressure, of course."

you moved back behind him as you felt your cheeks heat up, putting down your tools before facing away. "uh huh..."

"wooow, i can see why she's got so much faith in you." his smile was obvious in his voice. when you turned back to face the mirror, you saw him admiring his reflection, hair still slightly damp and falling into his eyes. "i look sexy~"

you laughed and put your hands on his shoulders. "yeah yeah, i haven't even styled it yet."

he chuckled softly turning his head from side to side with a sly grin. "i'm not even sure you need to, sweetheart. you do know best, though."

it was hard to miss the flirty tone in his voice, and harder to ignore now that he was throwing in nicknames, but you were sure it was just his personality. he was a reputation charmer, after all. his ever-lingering smile made you grip your hairdryer just a bit tighter every time you caught his gaze on yours in the mirror.

as you were adjusting his fluffy hair, you noticed the texture was slightly lacking. "hey, your hair is kinda dry..."

he quirked up an eyebrow. "really? that's weird, i take great care of my hair."

"i mean it's not too strange, high winds will definitely do that." you looked around your shelf for a moment before picking up a few products. "i can fix it though."

he watched curiously as you pumped some leave-in conditioner into your palm, rubbing your hands together. as your fingers found their way into his hair, you first saw him relax before you felt him slightly lean into your touch. he sighed contently as you took your time massaging the product into his scalp, not wanting to interrupt how relaxed he looked.

"okay..." you spoke softly, voice low. "you're all done."

you smiled and unbuttoned the cape, watching as his smile grew. "honestly? bang up job, princess. i see why you get such glowing reviews."

you laughed lightly and shrugged. "thank you, but it's really not a big deal." you turned your attention to the shelf of product again. "oh, before i forget-" you picked up a small pink tub and handed it to him. "just use this in place of your conditioner and leave it for like 5 minutes, whenever you shower. should help with the dryness a ton."

he picked up his coat and took the container from you, his fingers lingering on top of yours for just a moment. "thanks... i owe you one." he winked again, and again you felt your stomach drop.

in a matter of perfect timing, rumi finally pushed open the door of your salon again, three little bags and a coffee in hand. "hey, sorry i took so long! i ended up getting something for both of you though!"

she handed you a small bag with your favorite pastry inside, still warm. you thanked her with a warm smile, turning to hawks, who looked less amused.

"poppy seed muffin?" he scoffed, his playful smirk returning. "you're hilarious."

"ahh, i know i am." rumi laughed lightly and threw her arm around you, still looking at hawks. "nice cut, by the way. told you she could restore your sight." the three of you shared a laugh as she took a swig of her coffee. "anyway, why don't you get out of here? i'll walk y/n home and catch you later, yeah?"

he nodded. "sounds good. hey, y/n, what do i owe you for the fresh cut?"

"oh, don't worry about it. it was just a trim and last month you totally saved my block from getting blown sky high, so we'll call it even." you smiled softly as he pulled out his phone.

"aww c'mon, at lease let me tip you."

you rolled your eyes playfully, deciding to not fight him. "i have a venmo qr code on my mirror if you really feel so inclined, but really, don't worry about it."

he sauntered over to your mirror and scanned it, tapping on his phone as he made his way to your door. "thanks again! i'll get your number from rumi so i can call you up next time i need your help." his flashed his pearly whites one last time as he closed the door behind him.

you turned back to rumi, who had begun to tell you all about everything that's happened since you last sat down together, when a knock sounded from your front window. you looked out to see hawks motioning to his phone and winking one last time before he finally took off.

you smiled and knit your brows in playful confusion until you felt your phone buzz. it was a venmo from hawks, with nothing but a small heart as the note. rumi almost spit out her coffee when she saw it, and your jaw was already on the floor.

this man had just tipped you $200.

***

as it turns out, the next time hawks would "need your help" was sooner rather than later. it was hardly 5 days later when you were walking from the coffee shop across the street to your own salon when your phone rang with an unknown number. you picked it up, expecting one of your clients maybe calling to reschedule or cancel. instead, you were met with the whistling of wind and a familiar smooth talking voice.

"heyyy y/n! it's hawks, i went ahead and got your number from rumi."

"oh-" you almost stopped in the middle of the crosswalk due to your surprise. "hey, what's up? did something come up?"

"nothing bad, no. are you at work yet?"

you smirked as you pulled out the keys from your pocket, trying to find the right one as you got to your door. "just arrived, actually. why?" no response. "hawks?"

as you slipped the key into the slot, you looked down at your phone and saw the call had disconnected. "okay.."

when a sudden rush of scarlet filled your vision, you yelped and almost dropped your coffee. hawks had practically fallen from the sky and landed right next to you, standing close, his cocky grin unwavering.

"oh my God, you scared the hell out of me!" you clutched your chest, laughing and waiting for your soul to come back to your body at the same time.

he chuckled and pulled something from under his coat. "sorry 'bout that sweetheart... would these make up for it?"

he held out a small bouquet of flowers in your favorite color.

"wh- what? why..."

"when you did my hair, i noticed the ones you had on your front counter were dying. i saw these on my way in this morning and they reminded me of you and your shop, thought they would look nice in the place." he smiled as you took them gingerly. "consider it a thank you!"

you opened the salon door with an exasperated smile, feeling it grow wider when he followed you in. "well they're beautiful and i appreciate them, but believe me, the VERY generous tip was more than enough."

you put the flowers in the now empty vase, adjusting them when he got close behind you. your eyes widened as his hand found your lower back, pressing slightly, his breath close to your neck.

"c'mon princess, just let me express my gratitude~"

you didn't realize you were holding your breath until he stepped back and you suddenly let it go. when you turned to face him again, his playful fun smile was back and he looked so casual, you almost wondered if you had imagined whatever the hell that just was.

"anyway, i've gotta be in soon, and i imagine you've gotta get your shop opened up, yeah?"

"ah...yeah.."

"then i'll catch you later. have a good one!" he left with a signature wink before taking off.

whatever that morning was, became a regular thing. every few days he would drop by for a visit for whatever reason- replacing your flowers, bringing you a pastry in the morning, offering to walk you home after work, even though you only lived a half a dozen blocks away.

and with every little reason to see you, came some "harmless" flirting that made your stomach do somersaults.

finally after almost three weeks he had actually come to you for the smallest clean up. while you lightly snipped his ends, he asked if you had considered the position of being his personal groomer. you told him you wanted to think about it more and he told you not to worry about it, but he did have a favor to ask.

in a few days time, he needed to be at an important event. just a hero dinner of sorts, it was meant to be all over the media though, so he needed to dress to impress. after seeing your work with rumi, the commission approved of you making hawks camera ready (upon his request, of course). it just standard hair and makeup, but it was an important job nonetheless.

against the better judgement you'd gained over the last few weeks of dealing with him, you agreed swiftly.

so here you were, outside his door with your cosmetology bag, ready to make up him and rumi.

rumi would take longer for both hair and makeup, so you decided to start with hawks. so she would be coming over later, which left just you. and him. alone. in his penthouse apartment. what could possibly go wrong.

aside front that he answered the door shirtless in sweatpants, nothing. so far.

he stood with one hand on the doorframe, the other on the door itself, towering over you with a sly grin. you had to force your eyes to stay on his face instead of wandering down to his incredibly cut core. you felt your stomach flood with butterflies as the softest flush covered your face, and he didn't take long to notice.

"you've got some good eye contact, sweetheart, i'll give you that."

his smile relaxed a bit as he stepped out of your way, opening the doorway of his apartment to you. you stepped in without mentioning any of whatever the hell just happened, biting the inside of your cheek with a soft smile.

you held up your bag, looking around. "where should i..?"

"ah," he began to move towards his living area, just a couple couches with a chair gathered around a coffee table. he plopped himself down on the soft rug of all places, in front of the table. "figured this might be a good place since, you know, you've got plenty of natural light to work with."

he was right, the entire wall across from his front door was basically made entirely of glass. it left a beautiful view of kyushu outside, with a terrace you imagined would be perfect to watch the sunrise from.

you smiled as you sat across from him, both of you cross-legged. "yeah, it's perfect actually..."

"perfect..." he mumbled to himself. his gaze lingered on you as you pulled out your makeup bag.

"so." you turned to him and scooted a bit closer, reaching a hand towards his face. "do you mind if i..." you hesitated, halting your hand just before your fingers grazed his skin.

he gulped and nodded, confident smirk faded as his pulse picked up. you lightly cradled his jaw and carefully turned his head from side to side.

"well you've got great skin... smooth, not oily, i doubt i'll have to do any base..." your voice was low as you spoke, talking more to yourself than him. he just hardly nodded as you inspected him closely. "i'll give you some highlight and contour though, just for the camera... your eyelashes are stunning..."

he cracked a small smile. "thanks.."

you returned the look and met his eyes. "you're welcome..."

time seemed to still between you for a moment. his eyes flicked to your lips for the shortest instant, you almost missed it. he inhaled deeply before clearing his throat and looking to the side. you sucked in a quick breath as you turned your attention back to your makeup bag, digging out a brush and a couple of small product bottles. you handed him a headband, still not looking at him.

"ah, so..." you took a deep breath before finally facing him. "here, i'll just go in with a thin base just in case. flash photography isn't the most flattering lighting,"

he chuckled softly, deep in his chest, and your heart skipped a beat.

the next few minutes went by with minimal conversation, mostly just you letting him know what you were doing now, and him nodding along or making small sounds of approval. silence otherwise filled the room as you tried to focus on your work, though his eyes constantly wandering over all of you made it slightly difficult.

when you finally made it to his classic eyeliner, you accidentally let your gaze wander to his lips. you pushed aside all your thoughts and impulses and channeled your inner makeup artist.

"hey hawks..."

he opened his eyes as you moved the eyeliner pen away. "hmm?"

"your lips are kinda pale, would it be okay if i put a little stain on them?"

"oh," he bit his lip and furrowed his brow. "yeah for sure, i'm probably a bit dehydrated." his smirk was back, resting on his lips comfortably.

"yeah.." you took another deep breath, trying to keep your face from getting too pink. "the lipstick i've got now should actually work fine, its somewhere in my purse..." you picked up your highlight stick and put your fingers under his chin to turn his head to the side. "i'll get it in a second..."

he hums softly in response. you carefully applied the highlights to all the right places, emphasizing his cheekbones and the tip of his already curved nose. you heard his breath falter, just slightly, when you cupped his face in your hand, using your thumb to blend it out on his cheek. to your surprise, he closed his eyes and leaning into your touch. it was your turn to have trouble breathing, even more so when he placed his hand over your own and looked at you with a piercing gaze. you stopped what you had been doing all together, frozen as he turned his head. he pressed a small kiss to your wrist, then another, his lips lingering for just a second longer this time.

at this point your heart was in your throat trying to process what was happening. when he turned his gaze back to you, everything stopped. his friendly smile was gone, replaced with a fierce look, demanding and intense. neither of you moved for a moment, just stared. your stomach jumped as his eyes moved to take a long look at your lips. the second his gaze met yours again, he pulled on your wrist, practically yanking you into his lap. his hands moved quickly, one pressing against your lower back (a touch you'd actually grown used to form him) and the other cradling the base of your neck.

you could feel his breath on your lips. all you had to do was tilt your chin and you would feel them against yours. his hand on your neck moved up into your hair, looking at you through half lidded eyes.

"can i kiss you?" he practically breathed out his words, softer than a whisper.

you took a deep inhale and closed your eyes. "yes."

you'd hardly gotten the word out before he pressed his lips against yours forcefully, hungrily. his kiss was demanding, like he had been waiting for the longest time to finally get this from you. you tangled your hands in his hair, smirking just a bit. it was soft.

he finally pulled away, keeping close to you. both your faces were flushed deeply, and yours only got worse when you remembered he wasn't wearing a top.

"y/n..." the way your name rolled off his tongue made you shiver. or maybe it was his hand on your back, creeping beneath your shirt.

"hawks-"

"kiego."

your eyes widened as he pressed his lips to your jaw, feathering kisses all the way down towards your neck.

"you... i want you call me kiego."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

lil extra &lt;3

rumi showed up just after you had finally started on kiego's hair. as expected, her makeover ended up taking significantly longer, but the three of you didn't mind. by the time you finished curling her gorgeous (but VERY long) hair, it was time for them to go. they both looked spectacular in their dresswear, and you had to struggle to keep your composure helping kiego with his tie. his sly little grin never left his face as you messed with the fabric, trying to remember how, instead of thinking about his lips.

when you had packed up all your stuff and started to get ready to leave, kiego stopped you.

"its already dark out! why don't you just kick back and stay here for a while, yeah? i'll only be gone a few hours. make yourself at home." he had leaned close to your ear, his breath tickling your neck. "besides, we've gotta... talk more, when i get back~"

you agreed quickly, not wanting to seem suspicious in front of rumi. as much as you wanted to tell her, and knew you would soon, you needed to get a few things settled first.

so here you were, sitting in his apartment. even though he was insistent on you making yourself at home, the most you had really done was play some music, use one of his water glasses, and kick back on his couch.

you checked the time again. as far as you could tell, the event had ended just a bit ago. you had checked a few news outlets, seeing some clips already uploaded from the beginning of the evening. almost every one of hawks was him refusing to shut up about the new stylist who had gotten him looking so nice, and furthermore insisting whoever it was, was a secret (for now).

those were your favorites.

in the middle of a clip you were watching of rumi going over her latest fight, you heard keys in the door. you sat up on the couch and watched hawks walk in, a tired smile decorating his face. his jacket was thrown over his arm and his tie was undone, hanging around his neck loosely. the sleeves of his shirt had been rolled up his forearms, exposing a few cord bracelets.

"hey, sweetheart." he kept his gaze on yours as he tossed his jacket to the side, along with his tie. he slowly sauntered towards the couch, unbuttoning the first few buttons on his shirt. "glad you stuck around~"

his tone was flirty, but tired, and it was so attractive.

he settled on the couch almost on top of you, one of his legs between yours as a hand on your chest guided you to lie back.

"hey kiego..." you blushed and smiled as one of his hands found your waist. "how was the dinner?"

he pressed his body against yours, sighing as he relaxed into you. "exhausting... let's talk about it tomorrow."

you chuckled and tangled your hand in his hair, playing with it and massaging his scalp. he pressed lazy kisses to your neck, making you blush harder.

"be my girlfriend... stay over tonight... stay forever..." he said between kisses.

you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, melting into his gentle touch.

"okay.. <3"

DAMN BRO THAT ENDED UP BEING A LOT LONGER THAN I MEANT IT TO BE- "little short" YEAH OKAY SHORTY,

5619 words, which is almost 13 full pages in google docs omg-

sorry and you're welcome <33

idk if any of my future writing will be this long but ig we'll see ! at least i can say i'm starting out strong lol

i haven't the foggiest where this idea came from and as of rn i have scarcely any others, so if anybody wants me to write something short or long or whatever to any specific idea my inbox is open for requests !!

sm love 💗💗

[goatsandgangsters]

So we had lots of fun in Chicago, it was a really great time, we liked it there! 

UNTIL THE SINGLE WORST FLIGHT EXPERIENCE OF MY ENTIRE LIFE

it took 💫✨ 28 hours ✨💫

like, I fly multiple times a year and no hurricane or blizzard has EVER fucked up my day like this

so our original flight out of Chicago was Sunday, but bc of the storms every flight to NY from like noon onwards was delayed. and you know how delays are, every hour they push you back another hour, until you've wracked up Many Hours of delay

And finally, at like 9 pm, they canceled every flight to New York. This was at MINIMUM seven flights all cancelled. at 9 pm. with 7+ planes full of people now stranded 

And then the gate agents all left!! Didn't help rebook people, didn't answer any questions. Just left. Literally "not my problem, call customer service number." there was NO ONE in that entire airport To Help

Oh also fun fact: because the cancellation was due to ~weather, their policy is that they don't have to provide any overnight accommodations. For several planes full of stranded people. 

And there ARE no alternative flights because MANY PLANES OF PEOPLE all tried to rebook to the same place at once. There is not a SINGLE flight on Monday to any of the 3 New York area airports, or to Philly, or to those little airfields in Connecticut, or to Boston

There is absolutely nothing until Tuesday. It is Sunday. They are refusing to put anyone up in a hotel. Also it's Chicago on the night before the DNC, so good luck on last minute hotel reservations 

Finally, after an hour on hold, I get a (GENUINELY LOVELY, I love him) customer service guy who's like "I can get you back to New York tomorrow via three different flights" and when you've been stranded already for several hours that sounds like a recipe for further disaster. So instead we opt for a direct flight to DC the next morning and then spend additional money getting train tickets home from there

We are now left overnight in the airport with nothing but a $15 food voucher and those shitty tissue-paper airplane blankets (which, also, I had to walk to an entirely different terminal to get myself so.)

(There are also additional flights full of stranded New Yorkers who weren't even IN Chicago originally, they got rerouted mid-flight from other places and grounded, it is well past midnight and some of them aren't going to be able to get a flight out until WEDNESDAY)

We spend the night in the airport. I sleep for maybe 50 minutes. Do you know they vacuum airport terminals at really weird irregular intervals all night long? 

Also additional fun: I checked a bag. I am concerned about this. I express this concern to an employee who tells me to just track my bag in the app. The app says my bag is going to DC. I have doubts. I talk to the gate agent. He says the computer says my bag will go to DC. I still have doubts. 

I am correct. It does not go to DC. So I call the baggage helpline. I am on hold for an hour again. I finally get someone who tells me that my bag is still in Chicago and they won't mail it to my home address, but they WILL send it to my nearest airport and THAT airport can decide if they're going to mail it to me or not?? No, this doesn't sound right to me either. But fret not, because he put a NOTE in my file that an AIRPORT IN NEW YORK CITY should GIVE ME A CALL PERSONALLY when they receive my bag! Do you want to hold your breath, because I don't. 

So to recap:

Total trip time from door to door: 28 entire human hours

Hours of sleep: one.

18 of these 28 hours were spent in an airport and I no longer have any sense of reality

I also do not know where my bag is. I do not know how I will obtain my bag. It contains my all-time favorite shirts AND our gorgeous jstor tote bags that we got for free so like, this is somewhat Dire

I've had an hour of sleep 

I have not yet had the time to call and demand both a refund for my flight AND compensation for having to book additional expensive amtrak tickets just to get home because they couldn't get us any closer to New York thAN OUR NATION'S CAPITAL

I was told by the (genuinely lovely and ONLY helpful person in all this) customer service guy who rebooked me that I absolutely will be refunded. I am again not holding my breath, because I have been told many things and very few of them have been true

[puhpandas]

Rabbit Burrow

(3,785 words) Part 1 (part 2 found here)

Tony Becker, one year after surviving the attack from GGY, tracks down Gregory post-SB. But he has to get through Vanessa before he can get to Gregory.

Tony likes to think his detective skills are pretty good. So when he swings a leg over the seat of his bike and wheels it near the entrance, he hopes it's the right place.

He'd tracked down Gregory to this apartment complex somewhere in Gale county. It's still in Hurricane, and Tony had been able to reach it with just a bus ride. The apartment is somewhat run-down, but clean enough to where you can tell it's well kept, just old. The air conditioning units he passes on the way to the front door are brand new.

He'd taken the closest bus to Gale county right after school let out. He'd been restless all day up until finally acting on his findings. Tony has been searching for Gregory for a year. Finally finding something and having to wait for his middle school day to end was agonizing. He just hopes his Mom and Grandma wont be too mad at him.

He'd wrestled his bike he'd ridden to school that day discreetly onto the bus and wedged it in-between his legs and the seat in front of him. The air had been humid and thick all day with the signs of a storm, and Tony had seen the dark clouds and heard the thunder peeking over the treeline outside the bus window on the way here. He ducks inside the front door and beats the rain by seconds.

"Can I help you?" The receptionist asks him, giving him a weird look when he steps inside. Shes a lady with long, styled black hair and covered in jewelry. Tony tries not to look too suspicious as he sends her a polite smile, heading to the elevator on the wall to the left. He would also be wary if someone he'd never seen walked into a resident building.

"Just seeing an old friend." He tells her. He presses the button to the third floor and tries to break her gaze by stepping behind the closing doors. The elevator shakes a bit before moving up.

He tries to take a deep breath. Theres some kind of excitement floating around in his chest at the fact that he's done it, but he pushes it down, lowering his expectations.

Despite his theories, he really has no clue what to expect. Theres some sort of worry mixing with the excitement, and all he decides is that if he escaped once, he can do it again.

It both took too long and not fast enough when he finally reaches the third floor. He double checks his crumpled sheet of notebook paper in his hand once, then a second time, something nervous but anticipating thrumming in his veins.

He steps onto the beige carpet of the long hallway, fresh vacuum marks in it, and follows the number plates by each door before coming to a stop near the middle of the hall.

3-05 The plate reads back to him. He quadruple checks his paper again. Its right.

He sighs out deeply, not even realizing he was holding his breath. Despite himself, his brows crease ever so slightly.

He shakes it away, pushing past it. Maybe digging too deep is what got him into trouble before, but its different now. Tony... Tony's learned things during his search for Gregorys location. If there was any point during his investigation that he would call digging too deep, it would have been months earlier from now.

Besides. Tony has always been bad at staving off his curiosity.

He thunks his knuckles on the white wood of the door quickly after that, three times in succession. He kind of bluescreens for a second when he realizes what he just did, then shakes it off. Waiting with wide eyes at the door, watching for a rattling of a doorknob or listening for incoming footsteps.

Nothing. He waits a few more minutes before knocking again, this time a little louder and harder.

Tony perks up when footsteps finally near the door, and his lips part prematurely when the doorknob rattles, not even put-together words yet on his tongue. They fall away immediately when a woman with blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail opens the door, one of those chain locks keeping it open maximum of three inches. "Hello?"

He stutters for a moment, words lost on his tongue, before he clears his throat, putting on a polite smile. "Hi, there." He says. "Um. Who are you?"

"I should be asking you that, kid." The woman raises a brow at him, never opening the door more than the chain lock allows it. She peers at him through the gap, and Tony tries as discreetly as possible to look past her head and shoulder into the apartment itself. "What are you doing here?"

When he looks back, shes still looking at him in a way Tony can only describe as cautious. The light in the hallway on the ceiling is flickering, and it casts split second shadows on the womans face that makes the bags under her eyes that much more prominent and her face that much more intimidating. "Well?"

Tony realizes he hasnt answered, and coughs slighty. "Oh. Sorry." He says, reluctant to continue. "I'm... I'm looking for Gregory."

Tony watches intensely to see if the name rings a bell or catches her attention. Just as he expects, her face twists ever so slightly in recognition. Tony catches something adjacent to panic or fear in her eyes until it's gone not half a second later.

"Who's asking?" She asks eventually, voice carefully even after a what appeared to Tony to be a mini conundrum in her head.

"His friend." He answers honestly. He ducks his head when the woman scrutinizes him, looking almost angry, but restrained enough to not show it. "I mean it," He says earnestly. "he and I... we were best friends. Last year. I came here to look for him."

Her eyes widen ever so slightly at that, and she studies him, eyes flicking back and forth over his face and his clothes and his hair. Tony doesnt miss the way her eyes linger for a millisecond on his scars. Its silent in the hall save for the two looking at eachother, and the buzzing of the flickering light on the ceiling is enough to save him from hearing his own heartbeat.

"Okay." She says eventually, and Tony subconsciously feels himself sag a bit at the relief that he won't turned away right as he was this close. She shuts the door without a word, and all Tony can do is stare at the peeling landlord white paint on the door as the sounds of the woman unlatching the multiple locks on the other side reach his ears. He waits patiently, until she cracks the door open not much wider than it had been with the lock, but just enough to fit his body in. "Come in. But no word to anyone. Got it?"

About what? Tony's about to ask, but then he steps through the door and the words die on his tongue.

"Oh." He says outwardly when Glamrock Freddy Fazbear sits on the couch. His body is adjacent to the patchwork quilt Tony has on his bed that his Grandma made him, and any of the makeup he had been painted with has long since scratched off.

His eyes are shut, and theres two jump cables attached to his ears that are plugged into a portable something. He doesn't so much as twitch when Tony enters the room.

The woman gives him a look after she re-locks only the deadbolt behind him and passes him into the apartment. "Oh." He repeats. "Not a word."

She nods at him, and it's only now that Tony can see the rest of her that isnt just her face. Shes in her twenties, if he had to guess, and she has a white tank top on with some sort of stain near the collar along with Hello Kitty fleece pajama pants. Her socks are mismatched and her nails are painted a purple color that could rival the deep bags under her eyes.

She collapses into an armchair (which hes pretty sure has a mismatched leg attached to it half-hazardously) and only looks at him silently as he steps further into the house, not so discreetly angling his body to get a peek past walls and open doors across the house.

Shes about to speak when Tony does first, "Wheres Greg?" He asks straight up. "Can I see him?"

Her lips twitch, and she just leans further back into the chair. The TV is playing some sort of Spring baking show, and the droning of the host mixes with the pattering of the rain on the window on the wall by the TV.

Anticipation and impatient-ness buzzes under his skin at being right here, and this woman undoubtedly knowing Gregory certainly doesnt help.

She only hesitates for a moment, but Tony can see the influx of thoughts that undoubtedly ran through her mind. She opens her mouth, taking a slow breath, before, "At school."

"He goes to school?" Tony gasps slightly, eyes widening. He moves to the couch, toeing past Freddy Fazbear as to not touch him even with just a brush of his jeans before sitting down, facing her. "What school?"

"He goes to Raindrop." The woman tells him, seemingly not hesitating this time.

It doesn't ring a bell, but it must be a middle school in Gale county. "...I go to Hailstorm." Tony says. "We both did. Or used to."

She stares at him after that, fingers drumming on the arm of her chair. She says nothing, just scrutinizing him, before, "You sure have a lot of cryptic ways of telling me how you used to know Gregory."

He wants to apologize, because it seems like what to do in response to that statement, but for some reason, that feeling in his gut he's learned to trust as his Detective sense tells him that he shouldn't.

Shes still looking at him intensely, and the rain outside pattering on the window somehow feels louder. There's some thunder outside that rumbles the floor, and the lighting casts a shadow on the living room. A few white lines across the coffee table caused by the blinds covering the window.

Her face doesnt so much as twitch, he notices, and she doesn't blink when she looks at him. Her green eyes bore into him, almost glowing in the shadow cast beneath her bangs. It reminds him of how he'd done to her not minutes ago. What he does to people he wants to analyze. To see how they react to something.

That's what shes waiting for, he realizes. He has a feeling that if he doesnt match her cryptic bluntness and instead apologizes and caves that easily, that it will somehow result in her turning him away.

Theres a glint in her eye when he becomes aware of reality again enough to look, and he thinks she somehow just came to the conclusion that Tony figured it out.

Then, he tries to sit up a bit straighter, and muster up that same glint mirroring back at him. "You sure have a cryptic way of letting me know you dont trust me."

Her mouth twitches slightly, but its all Tony needs to know he'd guessed correctly.

Its silent for a moment, and the woman grabs the remote on the next arm over and pauses the baking show she'd been watching. She shifts in the red velvet seat, as if getting comfortable, before, "Tell me how you know Gregory, and I'll tell you how I know him."

He has a feeling he isnt getting to Gregory unless he gets through this woman first, so he clears his throat, leaning his forearms on his knees.

"Me and Gregory met early last year at the beginning of the school year." He begins. "Right after summer ended in August. He was the new kid, and he sat at our table at lunch since it was mostly empty. Me and my friend arent the most popular, so there was room to spare."

She waves a hand, signaling him to stop. "Your friend?" She asks. He nods. "How many of there were you?"

"...Just me and E-- my friend." He says. "There were two of us, and when Greg sat at our table, we remembered how he looked a little lost earlier in class and we introduced ourselves. Then we just... clicked, I guess. He would partner with us in creative writing."

"Writing, huh?" She smiles slightly.

"Yeah." He replies. "Then, it was just business as usual for the months afterwards." He pauses, fidgeting with the hem of his jacket he loves so much that reminds him of the trenchcoats big city investigators wear. "Then... I had gotten wrapped up in this mystery."

She shifts, crossing a leg over the over and holding her hands together. "A mystery?"

Tony nods, remembering it like it was yesterday. He thumbs the part of arm where a scar is on his arm that his jacket covers. "The three of us would always go to the arcade in the Pizzaplex." He tells her. "And one day, I noticed high scores that seemed impossible to reach, and I became obsessed with solving who it was who had gotten there."

Tony thinks hes very good at reading people. So he doesn't think it's just his imagination when the woman in front of him goes a little rigid in her seat.

Theres some sort of creases under her eyes, Tony notices, that weren't there before.

"What did you do?" She asks.

Tony has a feeling that she somehow knows already. So he doesnt beat around the bush.

"I solved the mystery, eventually." Tony says. "Because GGY had been Gregory, and he'd invited me to the Pizzaplex and tried to kill me."

She sags a bit, looking somehow infinitely more tired, but no surprise detected. "But you survived."

"Not..." He shakes his head, picking at the skin by his fingernails. "I wouldn't have. If not for Greg saving me."

"Huh?"

"He--" Tony searches for the words, looking at the carpet between his knees and remembering that afternoon in every vivid detail he'd looked over countless times before. "He'd tried to kill me, yeah, but... he was almost fighting himself as he did it. He was like having a fistfight with himself."

He doesn't look up at her, he just keeps remembering how Gregory had gone rigid right before plunging the knife into Tony's gut a second time and stopped himself. How it had looked like somebody yanked Gregory backwards, but it had been his own self throwing his body. Just so he didnt hurt Tony again.

"He looked like he was a malfunctioning robot." He recalls. "He was like, hitting himself, and was making noises like he was fighting something. I was too frozen to move at the time, but then he threw me a really high security pass for the Pizzaplex and told me to run."

Then he had collapsed in front of him, like he was holding himself down. He doesn't tell the woman, though.

He looks back up to see her staring, eyes wide in suprise. She looks deep in thought for all but a few moments before shaking herself out of it. "So what did you do?"

"I ran." Tony says. "He had got me already. He stabbed me in the back, the first time. That was how I knew he was attacking me in the first place. But I ran away with the pass, and I went to a room with a ton of monitors and erased the security footage."

Her eyes blow wide as saucers, that time. "You got stabbed," she begins. "and instead of getting help, you erase the security footage?"

"Yeah." Tony nods. "Greg would have gotten in trouble if I didnt."

She's silent, after that. Tony just keeps picking at the skin on his fingers. "I somehow knew that Gregory didnt deserve to be. He just..." Tony trails off. "He didnt seem..."

"Seem like himself?" She suddenly cuts in, and Tony's eyes widen.

He nods, a small tilt of his head, and the woman sighs. "That's what being mind controlled will do to you."

A year ago, probably longer by now, Tony would have never believed that. He would have never thought something so outlandish that is only ever shown in fiction could be a possibility.

Not that he was wrong, to. Really, anyone in their right mind wouldnt think so. But things have changed since then.

And Tony has seen a lot of things during his search that probably nobody else has. Plus, This woman has been so cryptic up to this point. If she told him this straight up, and it's clear that she knows Gregory...

Suddenly, everything that day seems to make perfect sense. And everything he'd found that he'd filed away into his little mental Gregory crazy wall.

(He'd used to call it evidence wall, like normal people do. But, well, at some point, maybe Tony had thought the things he'd been finding were a bit too crazy to deem as normal.)

Theres been a stretch of silence while Tony had been taking that in, and he only breaks it to say, "Is mind control a topic you're familiar with in this house?"

Her eye twitches, a bit. And now that Tony is looking for it, he notices that same strange sheen on her eyes that Gregory had during their friendship. That weird red tinted film that makes their eyes turn a completely different color when the light hits them right.

Tony doesnt yet understand how the mind control Gregory had been under works, but all he can hope is that there are some side effects.

She stares at him, eyes narrow, and theres another roar of thunder outside the window.

"Who are you?"

"Tony." He answers. "Tony Becker. Ring a bell?"

She hums, and she looks at him in a way where he feels like he's being dissected.

"He didnt remember anything for a while." She says eventually. "But hes been having dreams, lately. Sometimes he talks about two kids he used to be friends with."

"Me and Ellis." Tony's eyes widen. It doesn't even occur to him that he shouldn't share Ellis's name.

"He worries about you." She says. "I've heard him say he hopes you're okay. You and that other kid. You must have been close if he remembers being that good of friends with the two of you."

"We were." Tony replies. Memories of him, Ellis, and Greg going to the Pizzaplex and trying to get the most dunks in the basketball hoops flash in his mind. He thinks about when Gregory would come over to Tony's little run down house that he shares with his Grandma, and they write graphic novels together for the fun of it.

Gregory liked to call them comics before he'd suddenly decided that stuff wasnt cool anymore and stopped coming over. It had been like everything Tony saw him enjoy that wasnt painfully average for a child suddenly didn't mean anything to him anymore.

And then Gregory tried to kill him in a dusty back room.

Everything hed given up seems to make more sense now. It wasnt willingly at all.

"He doesn't remember your names." She speaks up suddenly, ripping Tony out of his thoughts. "But he remembers more and more every time he has a dream. Something reminded him of you one day, I guess. That must have been when it started."

Tony opens his mouth, but the beeping of a digital clock interrupts him. He follows the womans arm as it reaches across the seat to turn it off.

The time reads 5:00pm.

He watches as she looks over at him, and nods to the door. "After school activity." She informs him, getting up out of the seat. His eyes follow her as she moves towards the front door. "I'm his ride."

Tony's eyes widen at the implications. "So I just--"

"Stay here." She tells him. She grabs a flannel off of the small coat rack by the front door and slips it on, sliding some Adidas sandals on top of her socks and reaching in the pocket of the coat to grab car keys. She pulls them out, and Tony notices that theres a keychain of a white rabbit dangling from the key ring.

The breath is suddenly stolen from his lungs, and he bolts off of the couch, a buzzing under his skin. "You're bringing him?"

She nods to Freddy Fazbear. "If you can wait." She smiles at him, and it's the first time Tony has seen her smile, instead of the carefully kept nonchalant-ness. "He'll wake up pretty soon once he's done charging. So you won't be completely alone."

Tony doesnt know what to say to that. Thousands of words spawned from the thousands of thoughts hes had about finding and tracking down Gregory are on the tip of his tongue, but he only gets any out when the woman begins to leave the house.

"Wait!" Tony reaches out a hand. She turns around, a brow raised. The door is still slightly ajar, and the sound of heavy rain reaches his ears. "What's your name?"

She smiles a bit at the question. "Vanessa."

"Vanessa," He asks, oddly desperate. "Dont tell him I'm here." He swallows. "I want to see him remember me."

Vanessa tilts her head, but nods after a moment. "Sure, kid."

She smiles one last time on her way out, and says, "Tony Becker."

The sound of the rain outside disperses when the door shuts and locks, and Tony doesnt move for a long while. He just stares at the landlord white door, electricity under his skin and something floaty in his stomach.

Greg. He thinks in his mind when he finally rips himself away and looks around some more, seeing a door propped slightly open down the hall with a bed and a desk with pencils and paper strewn all about. He doesn't dare go in, but stares at what he can see. Its been a while.

The silence is numbing, when he can only hear the faint whirring of Freddy Fazbear on the couch next to him and the rain on the window, he plants himself on the couch cushion next to the animatronic, grabbing the remote and resuming the baking show Vanessa had been watching.

He doesn't listen to a word. He just trembles with anticipation and bobs his leg up and down as he stares at a random corner of the screen.

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[onceuponalegendbg-rwby]

RWBY Retrospective - Volume 2

With Volume 1's success, the team now had proof that there was an audience for this show. They just had to see if they could keep the momentum going.

Volume 2 is in an interesting position because it basically works as a middle chapter of a prologue, meaning it's meant as a connection point for V1 and 3. Not to say nothing happens, quite the contrary, but that it feels even more open ended than V1's finale. Our team even mentions that there's still so many questions and things to solve. However, V2 is a step forward for the series regardless.

From the first shot the show is letting us know that things have improved. The textures for the buildings look better, no longer just flat images. The first real shot we see of Beacon is grand and a far cry from episode 2 of V1's. Same can be said for the NPCs. Gone are the Shadow People and their comedic potential, now we have actual models. The coloring is also so much better, saturation levels seeming to have evened out enough to where characters like Weiss with her mostly white color scheme no longer hurt your eyes to look at.

This volume also does a better job at expanding on characters that didn't get much focus previously - characters like Yang and Pyrrha. It's not flawless in this department but there's an attempt made to give these characters depth past their initial impressions and I'd say that they succeed.

The show still carries over some of it's pacing issues from before, but they don't feel nearly as distracting as V1, most likely due to the episodes all being a more consistent and longer length than V1's four-six minute two parters. There's also just the lingering problem of not having the time to properly explain some mechanics of the world, which is no doubt why the World of Remnant videos that started up in this volume felt necessary to the crew.

Some General and Unfiltered Thoughts

While I know people have some issue with the whole Neptune - Weiss - Jaune part of the season, it doesn't really bother me, personally. It's just kind of there. I mostly just end up feeling bad for Pyrrha the whole time until Jaune gets his head on straight.

I find that the season's humor has improved. There's a few jokes that don't work for me, but over all I found myself laughing more. It feels like they're finding their footing a little better in that department here.

The foreshadowing is through the roof this volume, and given what happens in V3... Well. Let's just say it was warranted. Our trio of baddies take the stage and set us up for the inevitable fall.

While I love the Food Fight and the RWBY vs Roman fight I think the fights during the Mountain Glen arc (before and after the train) are kind of meh? A lot of it is split screen shots, and while CFVY's entrance is cool the rest feels... anticlimatic. Which I understand is a little bit of the point in regards to episode 12 but when viewed in a vacuum it's... not my favorite.

Genuinely the Burning the Candle Bee scene still remains one of my favorite scenes in the entire show. The lighting is gorgeous for early RWBY, Barb and Arryn do a great job, and the music is on point. There's just something so warm (heh) about that entire interaction and I will fight anyone who says this wasn't some of the best stuff in the first three volumes.

Music, as always, fantastic. Though I still cannot stand the rap in Caffeine.

[cuprohastes]

Lunch in Space (Part 3)

You always hear about these people who have EVA accidents and they tell you how laser-focused they were, in maintaining a cool and calm demeanour so they could follow the old Observe, Analyse, React model.

Which jsut goes to show how tricky memory is because the suit recordings all start the same way mine did:

Sound: [Bang] Sound: [AAaaaaAAAAAaaaaAAAAaaaa! F***! S***!]

Look, it's confusing. You start by sort of floating in your suit thinking about those little purple rolls they serve in the Caf, and then everything is spinning and it feels like your legs are being pinched.

Ever had a blood pressure test? It feels like that, from your feet all the way to your hips. It's to make sure all the blood doesn't get centrifuged out of your brain.

Then you dig your thumbs into the little slot with the emergency buttons and push down until they decide you really mean it and then the auto-compensators stop you from spinning.

Then you start looking for leaks. Oscar, or whatever you named your suit will tell you right away. I had a small leak, easily repaired with Space Tape once I yanked a chunk of crud out of the way. There was a big gash in the impact plate that is part of Oscar's outermost layer. It's designed to distribute an impact and be somewhat ablative. the tip of some debris had gone all the way through and nicked the inner layer.

Space Tape has vacuum-rated adhesive, is shiny as heck and after I spudged some sealant into the gash, the tape went over the top as both insurance and a way to indicate to any rescue party that there was a potential yadda yadda. Look, you've done the safety course.

Step 2: Orient and Bitch.

Easy enough. Half a turn to the left and yo, there's the station. Or a little green box around the fuzzy little cloud of navigation hazard.

"Oscar, calculate return vector, and current free orbit." said I.

Oscar thinks about that, does a whole bunch of range-finding, math, and parallax, and then tells me that if I totally empty my tanks I can do pretty much nada about catching back up.

The docking frame took the impact instead of e.g. pretty much all the stuff that was keeping me alive right now: A quick read on the sun suggests that's the cooling unit at the moment. The station was already a little dot, twinkling in a pretty way as it vanished into the endless night.

The emergency kit has a spring wire thermal blanket in it. I tethered one corner to Oscar, and let it unfold, putting it between me and the sun. Also now I just made myself way easier to track. Like I needed that? If we were down to only RADAR or looking for shiny crap, we weren't going to make it anyway.

I think they make these checklists boring so you won't have anxiety about falling into infinite space with some tape covering the hole in your life support system while clamped to a bent out-of-shape utility lift, while hiding behind a couple of grams of plastic sprayed with metal vapour.

I mean it's not the first time. It's just the first time it wasn't a training exercise.

Elapsed time: About 5 minutes. Check in time. Station was loud and clear five bars, waiting for me to call in: "Station, this is Delta Zeta on impact trajectory calling in an untethered excursion. Systems are yellow, Stellar shield is deployed. Currently encumbered by the docking stanchion and lift plate. Pilot is green. I have a controlled outgassing event. Please advise. Over."

Station responds right away, so hey they're all still there too, meaning the communications are up and they aren't busy getting Kesslered. Good To Know™️. "Delta Zeta, this is EVA command. We read a trailing orbit. You're green for Three Eight, period five hours. We read Life Support for One Four, no obstacles. We are currently leading a large volume of navigational hazard. At this time we recommend waiting for safety intercept leading approach. Do you copy, Over?"

I consider this like there's an actual choice. "I copy Station: Big cloud of crap behind you, five hours until you sneak up on my sorry ass. Be advised that I will not be picking up a pizza while out. Over"

Station comes back: "Be advised that lack of pizza may result in a lower recovery priority. Over."

So yeah. They just said they had too much shit floating around behind them to safely get a rescue drone out, and I'm moving away from them.

In five hours their orbit will bring them up behind me, where the debris field isn't and they can pick me up. I have power and air to try this twice, and if they miss I have thirty-eight orbits before I'll de-orbit. Given that I have fourteen hours before my power or air runs out and I either cook, freeze or suffocate, that part isn't something I need to worry about.

"Grak!" I say. Oscar's little icon does a couple of colour and pattern changes: A blush at the use of profanity, Atrix style.

"Copy that." Station says. Oops. Hot mic.

"See you in five. Over and out." I say and put a movie on. I pick Gravity, the re-make they actually shot in Earth Orbit, not the Atrix version. I have a sick twisted sense of humour.

I'd jsut got to the good bit with the Indian Space Station, when my stellar shield suddenly jerked and flipped around, a little hole punched through it. Then another and another.

Around that point something hit my life support and things got really distracting...

[beevean]

Castlevania Season 4 is an anomaly, because when put next to Season 3, it feels like either Season 4 was finalized before it's predecessor, and they had no time to update it to be more congruent with Season 3's developments, or they were exhausted after finishing Season 3, took a long break, and they lost all of their animation copies and continuity notes, so they had to write follow-up stories from their memories, but they also wanted to tell something new by then. Know what I'm saying here?

I do. I believe two factors impacted Season 3 and Season 4:

Season 3 was not meant to exist. The story was effectively done by S2, after Dracula's death. Or rather... the three protagonists were done, as per Dracula's Curse - Hector and Isaac should have, by all means, transitioned into the Curse of Darkness story. But the original script, the one revised by IGA, only accounted for a Dracula's Curse adaptation. I believe there is a reason S3 was announced in 2018, but was released in 2020: that suggests production issues. Basically, Ellis received more freedom, but he also didn't know what to do anymore, and it's written all over the season. It's obvious they (Ellis and the Deats brothers; I don't think Shankar had much input by this point) were all throwing shit at the wall to see what stuck, only vaguely inspired by the idea of a "vacuum of power" left by Dracula. The Trephacard gang, in particular, has screentime only because they couldn't be dropped as characters, but they really should have been cut.

S3 was criticized by the fans for being simultaneously bleak and a waste of time, and Ellis was accused by dozens of women of sexual misconduct. The story needed to have a happy ending that would make up for all the previous cynicism, and it needed to be wrapped up quickly to cut ties with the man (they couldn't replace him, I suppose: Nocturne is proof of how recognizable Ellis' style is). Season 4 was painfully rushed as a result.

I've read multiple times the theory that a 5th season was planned, and on Wikipedia they say this:

"On March 27, 2019, Netflix announced they had renewed the series for a fourth season,[21] stating on April 16, 2020, that it would be the series's final season.[22] On July 31, 2019, it was reported that amid a wave of sexual misconduct allegations being levelled against the show's creator and showrunner Warren Ellis, he would no longer have any involvement in developing subsequent Castlevania series after the fourth season's release.[23]"

And yeah, the timeline to say "welp shit better be done asap" matches.

I don't believe S4 was planned in advance. It is possible that as S3 was being written, they started to have a general idea of the kind of character development some characters would go through: for example Alucard was pushed into misanthropy by the end of S3, but with the idea that he'd eventually rise above his father, which happened, although in the span of one episode. I'm on the fence about Isaac learning to "live", because that feels like a response to his massive popularity more than something planned in advance, even though admittedly a few seeds were planted in S3. And as for Hector, I am positive the original idea was for him to go on a rampage in the castle, finally growing into the gigachad his fans wanted him to become, but someone in the crew fell in love with the Lenector ship (or saw how much fans loved Lenore), and they swerved his story into that direction at the last minute. That love story is no product of Ellis' pen, I can guarantee you: he only provided the sassy dialogue. basically what flynn did in frontiers lmao

(Trevor and Sypha did nothing relevant, ofc. Trevor was given the Death fight out of pity and I'm also positive about this)

[plaindangan]

tsumugi, heard you got VERY expert at sucking cocks, the intensity, the face, the slopiness, the pace, youre an absolute dickmilker! this got me thinking, how about you put ouma rantaro and shuichi to the test and see which one can hold for the longest time their cum and braincells?

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!

"Really? Gosh, you're just flattering me! I'm just plain average at dick sucking, really!! It's just that if I truly want to cosplay those spunk covered, ahegao making, vacuum mouth, sluts in hentai - I have to give it my all!! That means a lot of practice...and practice are just what those three are going to help me with." A dark grin appears on her face and the scene shifts to seeing Rantaro (as chill as ever), Kokichi (contemplating if he trolled a bit too close to the sun) and Shuichi (who just wanted to get his work done today...) were all in their boxers and tied to chairs by Tsumugi. All having been roped into this one way or another by a nerd very clearly in the mood, if the dominatrix like outfit was wearing was any indication.

"Let the testing begin, boys~"

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Test 1: Rantaro Amami

Time: 37 minutes, 21 seconds.

Details: "I sucked off Rantaro first because I just knew that normie attracting pretty rich boy was gonna be the hardest nut to...well, bust, in any case. And I was right!! Seriously, it took so much time before I saw that casual face of his flush red. Heh, but its worth it to see him gasp so much and be so out of character. Turns out he was the type that loves having his balls sucked and cleaned too. Put enough pressure on those babies and I had him creaming gallons in minutes. Though...do wish that jerk warned me before getting my entire face, and glasses, covered in his damn mess!!! Stupid inconsiderate jerk.....at least he knows the pineapple trick so licking it all up was at least easy enough to get through...and such a strong smell. I kind of want to...tch!!! No way! I-I won't get addicted to normie bait!! Moving on!!"

Test 2: Kokichi Oma

Time: 15 minutes, 38 seconds

Details: "God, this one just doesn't know when to shut up!! Kokichi's the type to frigging yap and yap without filter!! Telling useless lies, trying to get a rise out you...and really insult you while you blow him off!! 'Oh, Miu usually gave me titjobs before sucking me off, but I guess you don't have the assets for it' Bastard! That twink wouldn't know a good damn suck if he stuck his cock in a vacuum!! Heheheheehe...thankfully his weak spot is that he's extra weak to head licks. It's fun hearing his lies go off the rails or stop because the pleasure is just way too much for him. Those lessons from Syo paid off!! Of course, with all that teasing he did spurt quicker than expected...right on my lips and breasts this time. Hmm...saltier than expected...but not bad~ Even a bit sweet, too. Heck, with how it currently is, I could get use-no! Bad Tsumugi! This twink is just to be used like yaoi of the week! Focus!"

Test 3: Shuichi Saihara

Time: 20 minutes, 53 seconds

Details: "He was the one I wanted to save...the best for last. I know for a fact he spends so long cooped up in that agency, I just knew his balls would be filled to the tank with that milk I've been craving for...and I know damn well as soon as I pulled down those boxers, when that musk hit my damn nose, I wanted all of it dropped into my mouth. All of it!!!! I didn't loose my lips from that shaft for a second as I choked down that dick in deepthroat vicegrip. It was so fun sucking off someone so clearly taken back by my moves and moaning so cutely, too!! He's perfect!! Likewise, I didn't move my mouth as he came hard into my mouth. Dumping load after load after load after load of salty goodness into my mouth, flooding it with his seed and making my gargle it! God, I need more of it!! He can't leave just yet!! None of them can leave!! I need more CUM!!!!"

-

"S-s-s-so....i-in conclusion..." Tsumugi closed her book, sighed in 'disappointment' and looked at the three boys. Boobs, lips, cheeks, face - all covered in white grime batter from all of her 'test subjects'. "We simply just...don't have enough cu-data! Data! Meant to say data, on the matter to properly pass judgement!! It looks we'll have to do a few more rounds...just to be on the safe said. Eheheheehe~" the blue haired woman's lips turned into a glossy, dark smile.

"Aren't you glad to be apart of something so plain fun?" Between Rantaro giving a nervous chuckle, Kokichi groaning, and Shuichi...just looking utterly lost in the real of mindnumbing pleasure, the general consensus was pretty clear:

They weren't getting out for a long, long, long while~

[cicada-circuitry]

I'd like to hear more about "acute problems in life-ruining mentorships / lessons in the advanced physics of self-sabotage" and "trapped-in-a-closet fic" 🥰

hi hi hi hello again!!! thank you so much for indulging me i am having way too much fun being given excuses to ramble about the wip pile

12. acute problems in life-ruining mentorships / lessons in the advanced physics of self-sabotage [placeholding multiple half-formed title variations on that theme] is the absolute dumping ground for every single Aleida / Margo mentorship related thought and emotion i had on second watch thru. suffers from... being a completely disconnected set of thoughts and emotions related to Aleida and Margo's mentorship i had on second watchthru haha. and from being very split in tone between some like, 'people on the outside looking in have gotten the completely objectively hilariously wrong impression about these two's relationship' bits (e.g. the multiple boyfriends who literally come in and out of Aleida's life across seasons 1-3 in direct reverse proportionality to how much she's working with Margo) and some more serious stuff (a la "You got in my head, Margo! Then never! Left! Your voice just... pushing me, telling me how to live up to you then shooting me down the second I was starting to succeed, over and over and over and—" which we'll call an excerpt of this one!)

13. trapped-in-a-closet fic is a margo/molly fic I actually really really want to finish!! the scenario is like right there at the end of S2 ok like it would actually make more sense if the reason that storage room was left open for Aleida to overhear Tracy and Gordo trying to make contact on the old comm was because that closet has a busted lock right??

honestly the only strugg with this one is trapped-in-a-closet is generally not the trope you apply on top of a situation as sad and serious as the end of s2 but listen you can get trapped in a closet for uncomfortably close-quarters grief and anger just as well as Other Things!!

start of the trapped-in-a-closet fic under the cut!

As soon as communication was reestablished with Pathfinder, Margo spotted Molly booking it out of Mission Control. 

Mid-conversation with Bill, she briefly closed her eyes. She knew where Molly was going. Three of her astronauts might be safe now, but two were still unaccounted for. She had to debrief with Ellen, but made her excuses two minutes in, and went after her. 

Sure enough, she found Molly hunched over the shelving, illuminated in outline by that staticky glow. Speaking on repeat: “Stevens? Stevens, do you read me?” 

She said it three times while Margo hovered in the doorway, working up the courage to tell her it was no use. 

When Molly’s voice broke on “Gordo? Tracy?” she stepped inside and closed the door. 

“Hey.” 

Molly’s head whipped around towards her. “Shit.” 

She held up her hands. “Didn’t mean to sneak up. I can see you’re very focused. But, Molly. You saw the timer. Even if they made it back in, the damage they’d’ve taken in almost twenty seconds of hard vacuum? In the Lunar day?” 

Molly glared at her. “I’m not giving them up for dead until someone shows me a damn body, Margo.” She leaned back towards the mic, voice harsh. “Gordo, if you’re ignoring me just to get even after I swapped out your liquor stash, so help me I’ll—” 

It was heartbreaking, how Molly’s voice cracked just then. 

[heartsoulrocknroll]

WrestleMania 40 Night Two 4/7/24

Seth Rollins (c) vs. Drew McIntyre for the World Heavyweight Championship -- Drew lands a Claymore for two in the first five seconds!!!! Drew lands a chopblock to Seth's knee, then absolutely hurls Seth with a belly to belly suplex on the floor!!! Drew takes a selfie, drives Seth's spine into the ring post, and lands another huge belly to belly on the floor!!!! Seth reverses a Futureshock DDT attempt into a Pedigree on the floor! Seth lands a curb stomp for two!!! Drew reverses a Pedigree attempt with a back drop! They trade chops, Drew lands a big boot, Seth lands a superkick, Drew lands a headbutt!!! Drew with a neckbreaker and a kip up!! Seth catches a Claymore attempt with a powerbomb, then rolls Drew through for a Pedigree, then lands a curb stomp for two! Seth misses off the top rope, Drew misses a Claymore, Seth misses a stomp, Drew lands a Futureshock DDT for two! Seth's eye is messed up from that big boot earlier. Drew goes for a GTS, but Rollins reverses into a roll up for two! Drew lands a Claymore and stacks Seth up, but Seth kicks out at 2.5! Drew goes for a powerbomb onto the announce table, but Seth escapes with elbows to the head, and curb stomps Drew's head into the table!!! Seth rolls Drew in the ring, but Drew gets right up with a Claymore out of nowhere, but Seth kicks out at two!!!! Drew lands another Claymore!!!! Cover! 1, 2, 3!!!

HELL YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DREW FINALLY GETS HIS REAL MANIA MOMENT!!!!!!!!! This match is the perfect example of how a match doesn't have to be long to be great. Fantastic back and forth, great counters, really great nearfalls. Absolutely loved the nearfall after the Claymore in the first five seconds, as well as the Claymore out of nowhere after the stomp on the announce table! Loved how Drew just couldn't be killed. Loved the finish!! Thankfully, having Punk on commentary didn't detract from the match like I feared it would. Rating: 4

Drew is clearly trying not to cry and get emotional after the match. Seth is crying and mouths to Drew that he deserves this. 🥺 What a nice moment.

Then we're back, as Drew climbs on the announce table, gets in Punk's face, and tells Punk that he is going to end his career. Punk gets up, takes off his arm brace, weakly hits Drew in the head with it, then delivers some pathetic stomps to Drew on the floor.

Priest's music hits. Oh god, help me. He comes running out with the MITB briefcase, smacks Drew in the head with it, rolls Drew in the ring, and lands a chokeslam for three. Drew's reign ends at less than 6 minutes.

I can't remember the last time I went from extremely happy to extremely pissed this quickly. I cannot believe this shit. They didn't even do enough to weaken Drew before the cash in to make him not look like an absolute chump. A few pathetic, old man stomps from Punk, a briefcase shot to the head. It's not enough. And the reward we get here is Priest, the boring, charisma vacuum, as a world champion. I could throw up.

Bobby Lashley and the Steet Profits vs. Karrion Kross and the Authors of Pain (Street Fight) -- Bubba Ray Dudley is announced as the special guest referee. Snoop Dogg is announced as a special guest commentator. Lashley lands a nice belly to belly on Kross. Montez launches himself in a flip over the ring post onto the AOP outside!! Lashley lands a spinebuster onto a chair. Kross lands a suplex and a DDT onto a chair. Kross gets in Bubba Ray's face. Lashley spears Kross. Lashley and the Profits land the headbutt to the groin off the top on Kross at Bubba Ray's instruction. Bubba Ray tells them to get the tables. They get a table and lay Kross on it too aggressively, and the table crumbles underneath him. Lmaooooo. They have to get another table. Montez goes nuts on Kross with the kendo stick!!! Lmao!!!!!! Montez lands a frog splash off the top on Kross, and Lashley pins him for three.

That wasn't a great match, but my god, it was funny. Rating: 2.5

Kayla asks Heyman what Bloodline Rules means backstage. Heyman says Bloodline Rules are whatever Roman and the Rock say they are. No DQ, no rules, one fall to an absolute finish.

AJ Styles vs. LA Knight -- Knight smashes Styles' face into the announce table. Styles with stomps to the knee and a knee breaker over his own knee. Knight lands a tornado DDT for two. Styles slams Knight's face into the turnbuckle, lands a German suplex, then smoothly transitions into a facebuster for two. Knight bites Styles' head on the top rop. Styles with fingers to the eyes to take Knight down, but Knight quickly gets back up with an avalanche German suplex for two! Styles locks in the Calf Crusher, but Knight gets to the ropes. Styles wraps the leg around the ring post, then dropkicks the knee into the post. Knight pulls up the mats on the floor outside and goes for something, but Styles reverses with a back drop on the exposed floor. Knight makes it back in the ring at 9. Styles goes for a springboard 450, but Knight gets his knees up. They trade strikes. Right hands by Knight. Styles respond with an elbow, a round kick, and a pele kick. Knight avoids a Phenomenal Forearm attempt by Styles and goes for BFT, Styles reverses and goes for Styles Clash attempt, but Knight escapes. Styles goes for the Phenomenal Forearm again, but Knight the grabs top rope to take him down and lands BFT for the pinfall.

This was a good match, because Styles can carry basically any match, and he looked great here as usual. I still don't get LA Knight, and I think having him pin Styles is terrible. I knew it was gonna go that way, but I still hate it. Btw, Snoop was losing it on commentary here. Who's idea was that? Major distraction from the match. Rating: 3.25

Logan Paul (c) vs. Kevin Owens vs. Randy Orton for the United States Championship -- Kevin drives a golf cart out onto the stage. Orton enters and Kevin gives him a ride to the ring. Lol.

Kevin and Orton with some one-upsmanship to start, taking turns slamming Logan onto the announce table and seeing who can throw him higher. Lmao. Kevin and Orton gang up on Logan inside with stomps to the arms, then to the legs. Kevin lands a senton on Logan, and Kevin and Orton fight over who will pin him. Orton goes for an RKO on Kevin, Kevin blocks it, and they go at each other with punches. Logan comes from out of nowhere with a double clothesline. Owens lands two cannon ball sentons into the corner and goes for a Swanton bomb, but Logan gets his knees up. Logan lands a Swanton of his own on Kevin, then immediately follows up with a standing splash on Orton for two. Orton and Logan trade uppercuts, Orton with a thumb to the eye. Orton with lariats and a powerslam to Kevin. Logan goes for a Buckshot lariat (shout out to Hangman), but Orton catches him with a powerslam, then lands a double draping DDT on both Logan and Kevin. Kevin with the codebreaker/back senton combo on Orton and Logan, then covers Logan for two. Kevin goes for fisherman buster or something, but it turns into more of a powerslam. Kevin with a nice moonsault off the top on Logan for two. Orton escapes a pop-up powerbomb attempt by Kevin and lands an RKO for two. Logan grabs the brass knuckles. Orton tries to take them away, but Logan gouges the eyes, nails him with the knuckles, and covers. Orton kicks out at two! Kevin tries to take the knuckles, but Logan ends up nailing Kevin with them on the apron. Orton lands an RKO on Logan, but can't follow up. Orton gets his hands on the knuckles. He hands the knuckles to the ref and sets up for Legend Killer punt!!!!!! But Logan rolls outside. Orton takes out the guy in the Prime bottle suit, and RKOs him on the announce table. Logan sends Orton into the ring post and rolls him inside. Logan misses off the top rope. Kevin comes in with a pop-up powerbomb to Logan, then a stunner to Orton for two!! Kevin goes for a pop-up powerbomb on Orton, but Orton turns it into an RKO in midair! Logan comes in from behind, throws Orton into the ring post, and lands a frog splash off the top on Kevin for the pinfall.

🙄🙄🙄 This was a good match with solid action throughout. Owens and Orton looked good here, but the involvement of the Prime Bottle and Logan retaining basically clean (aside from kind of stealing the pin off Orton's RKO) really take this down a notch. Rating: 3.25

Iyo Sky (c) vs. Bayley for the WWE Women's Championship -- LET'S GO!! Iyo goes for a topé to the outside, but Bayley stops it with a forearm, then hangs Iyo over the second rope, sending her tumbling outside. Bayley lands nice low topé to the outside!!! Dang! Bayley tries to slide under the ropes through the corner of the ring outside with a dropkick, but Iyo stops her and slams her previously injured knee into the ring post, then hangs her over the edge of the apron with a knee/leg submission hold for 5!!!! Nice!! Iyo hangs Bayley up the in corner and lands a nasty dragon screw! Iyo starts to roll Bayley up, but rolls through into a double stomp, then covers for two! Bayley throws Iyo over the barricade into the timekeeper's area outside! Iyo jumps off the barricade, but Bayley reverses and slams Iyo onto the floor! Bayley rolls Iyo inside for two! Bayley lands a nice running knee and a corner lariat. Bayley with a fireman's carry on Iyo into a slide slam for two!!! Wow! Bayley goes to the top, but Iyo stops her with a shotei! Bayley gets hung up in the ropes, and Iyo dropkicks her to the floor! Geez!!! Iyo lands a moonsault off the top to the outside!!! Back inside, Iyo lands a springboard missile dropkick, then aggressive, running double knees to the back for two!!!! Ahh!!

Bayley lands a nasty, low sunset flip bomb, driving Iyo's head into the bottom turnbuckle!!! Damn!! Small package by Bayley for two! Iyo with two ridiculously high angle German suplexes into a bridge for two!!!! Damn!! Iyo goes for a moonsault off the top, but Bayley gets her leg up to block, further damaging the knee Iyo has been targeting. Bayley comes off the top, but Iyo moves and locks in a cross face with the arm trapped! Bayley escapes and lands a corkscrew uppercut to the back, then Iyo catches her in the cross face again! Bayley gets close to the rope, but Iyo rolls her back into the middle and locks in an STF!! Bayley escapes with repeated elbows to the head and lands a Bayley to Belly for two!!!!!!!! Iyo lands a huge right hand that drops Bayley!!! Bayley slaps Iyo in the face!! Iyo comes back with a slap of her own!! Bayley tees off on Iyo! Bayley goes for a Bayley to Belly, but Iyo reverses into a roll-up for two! Iyo lands a nasty double underhook backbreaker and then lands a moonsault off the top!!!! Bayley kicks out at two!!! Wow!! Iyo lands a standing moonsault, then lands a second rope moonsault, then goes for a top rope moonsault, but Bayley moves and goes for the Rose Plant!!!! Iyo kips out of it and up to her feet!!!!! Wtf, what a moment!!! Iyo runs for something, but Bayley stops her with a lariat!! Bayley lands a high angle back suplex!!! Then an elbow drop off the top! Then the Rose Plant! Cover by Bayley!!! 1, 2, 3!!!!

I loved this match. I thought the back and forth action and counters were fantastic, the leg work by Iyo and the selling of the leg by Bayley were perfectly done, and the storytelling was excellent, despite WWE doing a minimal amount to hype this up beforehand. Bayley plays the babyface so well, and both she and Iyo can work like few others in this company. I loved that spot with Iyo springing up to her feet out of the Rose Plant, and I loved how the crowd, who was already into this, really got hyped for the finish after that. Great stuff. Great to see Bayley get this awesome WrestleMania moment! Rating: 4.25

Roman Reigns (c) vs. Cody Rhodes for the Undisputed WWE Universal Championship -- Here we go. We've finally made it. Cody with a drop-down right hand, then sends Roman into the ring post. Cody takes a table out from under the ring, but Roman puts it back. Lol, good stuff. Cody sends Roman into the steps. Kendo stick shots by Roman. Cody with a Figure Four, but Roman breaks it with fingers to the eyes. Roman with stomps to Cody's knee. They make their way into the crowd. Roman goes for a suplex on a platform in the crowd, but Cody reverses into a vertical suplex of his own! Heyman is shown with grimace on his face lol.

Back in the ring, Cody goes for a disaster kick, but Roman catches him and plants him with a huge, high powerbomb. Roman lands vertical suplex for only one! Roman drives Cody's face into the rope, and yells that he will send Cody to Hollywood. "This is my company, you little bitch." Roman lands a back suplex for barely more than a one count, then locks in a kravat. Roman with a nice fisherman suplex, then repeated corner lariats, but Cody stops him with a superkick. They trade superkicks and big boots, then collide at the same time with lariats and both go down! Nice exchange there. They trade right hands. Roman runs into the corner, but Cody flips over and lands a powerslam then a disaster kick for two! Roman blocks a Cody Cutter attempt and lands a Cross Rhodes of his own for two!!! Roman says afterwards that the move sucks. Lmao, awesome.

Cody ducks a Superman punch, then lands some left jabs and a bionic elbow. Cody sees Roman laying on the floor and decides to clear off the announce table. He turns back to Roman, and Roman meets him with a low blow, then powerbombs Cody through the announce table! Roman rolls Cody inside and lands a Superman punch, but Cody kicks out at two! Romam goes for a spear, but Cody stops it with a kick and lands a Cody Cutter for two. Roman escapes a Cross Rhodes attempt with a knee to the head. Roman goes for Rock Bottom, but Cody reverses with an arm drag and lands a spear of his own for a close two!!

Cody lands one Cross Rhodes and goes for another, but Jimmy comes out of nowhere with a superkick to stop it! Roman lands a Superman punch as Jimmy holds Cody, but here comes Jey to even the odds! Jey spears Jimmy off the stage through tables!!! Oh my god!! Cody with a roll-up from behind while Roman is distracted for a close two!! Roman lands a spear for an even closer two! Omg!!

Roman locks in a guillotine, but Cody drives him into the corners repeatedly, then drives him to the outside to break the hold! Cody spears Roman through the barricade outside! Then rolls Roman inside and lands two Cross Rhodes! Cody goes for another, but this time, here is Solo with a Samoan spike to stop it! Solo drags Roman onto Cody, but Cody kicks out at two! Solo pummels Cody on the mat and yells at Roman to finish him. Roman says, "I know." Lmao. Stereo Samoan spike by Solo and spear by Roman, but Cody kicks out at 2.5!!!! Wow!!!! Close!!!!

Cena's music hits! Wtf is happening! He takes out Solo, hits an AA on Roman inside, then an AA on Solo on the announce table! Here comes the Rock! He and Cena stare each other down in the ring. The Rock lands Rock Bottom on Cena and tells him to get the fuck out of the ring. Lol.

The Shield theme hits!!!! Where is Rollins??? Rollins comes from behind in his old Shield gear, and I am going to cry, but Roman intercepts him with a Superman punch before he can do anything! Undertaker's music hits! What is this??? The lights go out and he shows up behind the Rock in his jeans and sweatshirt and toboggan! Lmao!!! Hilarious. Undertaker lands a chokeslam on the Rock! Rollins gets back up! Roman takes him out with a chair to the back!!! Poetry!!!!!!!!!! Oh my god, it's 2014 again!!! Roman turns back to Cody and goes for a spear, but Cody stops it with a kick!! Cody finally manages to land three consecutive Cross Rhodes without interference! Cover by Cody!!! 1, 2, 3!!! Wow.

This was a pretty good main event. The work in the ring between Roman and Cody was good. Much better than whatever the hell was going on in last night's main event. There were some great nearfalls. It was long, but it didn't overstay its welcome. The interference was done very well, with someone else cutting Cody off each time he was about to put Roman away with the three Cross Rhodes. The involvement of past stars to intervene on Cody's behalf to thwart the Bloodline was well done. The Undertaker's appearance was cool, but it did feel a little out of place. At least Cena has recent history with Solo and the Bloodline. Undertaker obviously has history with Roman and the Rock, but it was pre-Bloodline. Anyway, the interference on Cody's behalf wasn't overdone in my opinion. It was just enough. Their involvement allowed Cody to finally hit the three Cross Rhodes that he had been trying for the whole match, and this got him the pinfall. It was a nice passing of the torch kind of thing, and a nice way to finally take down the Bloodline. I do love that Roman is still so affected by Rollins' betrayal of the Shield that seeing Rollins in the Shield gear was his undoing in the end, as he took his eyes off of Cody at a critical moment to deal with Rollins. That was a great way to go. The match overall was about as good as it could have been. I had been becoming more convinced of the probability of a Cody win over the last few days, but I was still surprised to see it actually happen. Anyway, I liked this, but I can't bring myself to rate it any higher. Rating: 3.75

Samantha is crying as she announces Cody as the new Undisputed WWE Champion. Brandi comes in the ring and congratulates Cody. Then a bunch of guys from the locker room come out. Orton, Sami, Rollins, Kevin, Knight, etc. Cody's mom gets in the ring, and Cody hands the belt to his mom. Cody calls for Bruce Pritchard and Triple H to come out. He says he wouldn't be there if not for them. He shakes Pritchard's hand and hugs Triple H. Triple H raises Cody's hand. Sami and Orton put Cody on their shoulders. Cody goes outside the ring and shakes the announcers' hands, and hugs Michael Cole. Then Cody shakes Rollins' hand and thanks him as he leaves. Cody stands alone in the ring as the pyro goes off, then holds his title up high.

If anyone knows me, they know I was a big Cody Rhodes fan back in 2011-2012, but his "Indy Sensation" run of 2017 killed my interest. He has won me back over a little, but he certainly wouldn't have been my choice to end Roman's reign of over three and a half years. To be clear, that's not because I'm some kind of Roman Reigns fan. It's because that is a huge, career-making spot that I 100% would have given that to Gunther. But blah blah blah, it has to be a babyface, blah blah blah. I know. I get it. It is what it is. It's a nice moment for Cody. I'm not crying like everybody else, but I'm happy for him.

[study-with-aura]

Sunday, February 25, 2024

The book I am reading is really good! I wish I had more time to read so I could know what was going to happen next, but alas, my days are meticulously planned and piano practice gets added first if I have extra time after finishing my school work during the week. The weekends allow me the option to trade in time gaming to do other things, but my brother was able to play tonight, so I traded 30 minutes of time for reading and then got on to play with Julien when he texted that he was ready whenever I was.

This week, I get to keep track of my emotions three times a day and then make notes about what I thought may have triggered any of the strong emotions. It's actually for two weeks, but it should be interesting to see what happens at different times throughout the day and how it could be linked to things such as sleep, exercise, nutrition, or whatnot.

Tasks Completed:

World History - Worked on essay (due tomorrow)

Piano - Practiced for 3 hours in 1 hour split sessions

Duolingo - Studied for 15 minutes (Spanish, French, Chinese) + completed daily quests

CLEP - Completed Module 10 reading "World War I" 12.2.3-12.2.5

Reading - Read pages 92-186 of A Door in the Dark by Scott Reintgen

Chores - Put the dishes away + vacuumed my bedroom, the study, and the front room + swept and mopped the kitchen floor

Activities of the Day:

Church

Bible Study

Personal Bible Study (Psalm 56)

Girl Scout meeting

1 hour gaming

Journaling/Mindfulness

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What I’m Grateful for Today:

I am grateful for my friends. I say this a lot, but it is because I am exceedingly grateful for them, especially on days we get to see each other. It reminds me how lucky I am to have had them in my life for so many years.

Quote of the Day:

People really are like houses with vast rooms and tiny windows. And maybe it’s a good thing, the way we never stop surprising each other.

-Simon Vs. The Homo Sapiens Agenda, Becky Albertalli

🎧Impromptu in Bb minor Op12 no.2 - Aleksandr Scriabin

[stumblngrumbl]

this car (2009 mazda 3s) has had a very noisy fan for quite some time

we were quoted almost $1000 to fix the hvac blower in it, very expensive because the way™ to get to the blower requires removing the seats and then the entire dash (it's actually possible to replace the fan in situ if you're small, very flexible and don't mind working upside down but it's a serious pain in the ass for people our size!)

a couple years ago i ran across a web forum post where someone was able to clean out the fan from the engine side

for whatever reason i procrastinated it forever but finally yesterday i dove in and did it (directions on the forum post were probably 85% accurate but i think they were for a different generation of the car)

first part: fan sounds before; second part: pull fuzz out with a hook; third part: fan sounds after (the flutter you hear is wind on the microphone - the fan is as quiet as new) [watermark on the video is because i'm cheap and had three separate videos to put together since tumblr doesn't let you upload more than one video]

the fuzz came from under the engine cover; it was insulation and had been shredded by rodents; they must've taken it near that fan area but i didn't find any poops in the fan so my guess is that they made a nest in the trough nearby and it was sucked in to the fan. i was expecting to have to vacuum the fan chamber out, thinking it would be full of acorn shreds but instead the fuzz came out in three hook grabs.

i did cut one of the ribs of the grate covering the chamber so that i had better access; i had anticipated needing to remove the entire thing to be able to get a tube in there for vacuuming but as i said that was not necessary. to reduce future repetition i put some "hardware cloth" over it all:

this is a form of fencing useful for rabbits or chickens; the mesh is 1/4" (~6.5mm) and rodents can't get through it and they're unlikely to gnaw it either. some people make "gopher cages" to plant trees in because gophers come from the side underground and won't go through it there either... imo inadvisable because roots end up bound up inside the cage long before the stuff rusts out

tools were used:

a small flat blade screwdriver

a basic wrench

long hook made out of some 12ga fence wire with a hook bent into the end; a metal coat hanger would work great for this

a "puller" that's used to get the windshield wiper off of its bolt (after you pull the nut off)

the puller is a really useful tool and for $25 for three sizes and the ability to pull things off without destroying them it's a fantastic buy:

basically the puller is a fairly generic tool used to pull things off of a rod that they're probably stuck on, just like this windshield wiper arm is stuck on to the stud; the nut just capped the stud and kept the arm from eventually falling off (no danger of that today!)

you get the hooks under the thing, and then using a wrench you turn the screw and it pulls for you very slowly. in this case, it took half of a turn and i heard a "tink" and the arm came unstuck

you can buy these cheap at most auto parts shops or places like harbor freight / canadian tire. HF sells a set of 3-4 sizes of these; i think this is the only one i have and i think it came from amz

i worked super slowly to try to avoid breaking any plastics (the car is 15ish years old) and it took me 30 minutes to get the

[bluboothalassophile]

Allergies SUCK.

I'm just going to rant for a hot sec because this is both fucking hilarious and concerning. I've worked in customer service for a long, hot minute and can honestly say this just... this takes the cake!

So a few mornings ago, I woke up, I didn't change out of my PJs which is a massively oversized men's cotton t-shirt, mini shorts (the indecent, will never wear in public but will wear around the house kind) messy hair, massive Ray-Ban aviators (I know, I look like I wanna be cool, but Top Gun, you will never win an argument from there). I felt like shit on 4 hours of sleep, and it's 6 in the morning, and I don't want to cook, I don't want to be awake, but dogs and allergies will not let me go back to bed. In my glorious, pathetic, state (still braless and not fully awake or functioning), I load up 3 golden retrievers (Boog, Minion, and the Terrorist), into my Subaru (I'm a classic Subaru commercial!) and we go to Chick-fil-A for breakfast (McDonalds is not a long enough car ride for the dogs, and honestly, I don't have patience for the stupidity required to go to Micky D's at 6 in the morning and with shitty midwesterner drivers), so we're going to Chick-fil-A, and I'm going to get breakfast. I have not spoken 2 words this morning, even to get the idiots loaded into the car, they heard me pick up car keys (curse my new job for giving me keys so now my key fob makes key noises alerting 3 idiots to my every move...) so my dogs all but carry me, to the car, no words, commands, or names exchanged between the chauffer and clients, they expect pupcups and hang time out the windows as I break the laws of physics and speed to get to my morning coffee and food.

All of us get to Chick-fil-A, again, I have not spoken a word this fair morning, so the voice box might not work fully yet, and I've had no coffee, so I pull up to the drive through order speaker and this broken, garbled, scraggled, smokes 10 packs a day with a bottle of whiskey voice scratches it way out of the depths of hell and my mouth to order the largest (which is pathetically small really) coffee, black, I can get, I proceed to place my order, and make the odd addition of sausage paddies (no pupcups or puppy paddies available, for shame on them, but it's their only sin so far this morning), I pull forward after getting my total, and get to the underpass and window and dig around for the wallet (which until that moment, I'm not entirely certain I haven't forgotten). I scrape up that odd $20 bill I have no idea where it came from, and the change from old tip money and turn to give it to the attendant there. I have taken off the sunglasses (green eyes are not as sensitive as blue, but it's still a fucking bitch to go from BRIGHT SUN! black shade; BRIGHT SUN!!, black shade again very quickly, and my eyes are already burning like no tomorrow (more on that later)); attendant takes the money and walks off. In my fogged, bleary state, did not think it odd, thought that them having to cook 3 naked sausage paddies might be the problem (it's an unusual request, I know, but you can clearly see I'm a Subaru commercial complete with three golden retrievers drooling out my back windw begging for pets, pupcups and someone to throw the fucking tennisballs I have on my passenger seat, and if that wasn't hint enough, the furricane blowing out of my recently vacuumed car that puts Peanut's Pigpen to shame should be clue enough that they are there). No coffee me is very much so not a morning person.

Attendant comes back with my order, and change, hands me my money and says 'I put a little gift in the bag! I hope you have a good morning!', I say 'thank you' in that horrific voice (which I don't know where it comes from because I don't smoke or drink), accept the bag and pull away whilst nearly being BLINDED by the sun, put on the sunglasses and squint through teary, bleary eyes the whole way home listening to rock-n-roll and country with three idiots hanging out my back window. I probably break speeding laws of the midwest by going the fucking speed limit, but that's a different matter. Three happy idiots banging out to rock-n-roll with tongues out and heads out are having fun, I am unable to see the road my eyes are burning so badly and everything hurts.

Get home, unload idiots, retrieve breakfast and coffee (no words spoken). Sit down, unpack breakfast, get cream for coffee and sit in silence and confusion. 3 sausage paddies for Boog, Minion and Terrorist who are all watching me with love, adoration and intent focus on the food; check. 1 (pathetically small), black coffee, check. 1 side of hashbrowns, check. 1 sausage egg biscuit, check. 1 brownie? I have no idea why there's a brownie there. Checks receipt in sleepy confusion.

3 sausage paddies.

1 sausage egg and cheese biscuit.

1 black coffee.

1 side of hashbrowns.

NO brownie.

I did not order the brownie. I am not opposed to the brownie, just confused to it's origins. Stares intently at brownie and shrugs it off, I figured they had a mix up and put the brownie in my order. I get up to get something, and see my reflection...

DO YOU KNOW HOW BAD YOU HAVE TO LOOK TO GET A FREE, PITY BROWN OUT OF CHICK-FIL-A!? NO!? I'LL TELL YOU!!!!!!

I look like hell.

My eyes are swollen nearly shut and so red you wouldn't know they're supposed to be green, and tears are streaming down my face, my cheeks and face are red, swollen and puffy, my lip is torn on the top lip and split on the bottom, my hair is a rats nest, my ear is bleeding, I look like death and bruise, my sleep t-shirt (my AZ Diamondbacks t-shirt, that is pale greyish-blue and black) is stained brown and red from blood, my arms and legs are scratched up and green and blue from bruises, while my neck is bleeding, my exposed shoulder looks like it's suffering a second degree chemical burn, I look like I was mauled and thrown in a poison oak bush for good measure.

I'm perfectly fine, by the way, my eczema has just been kicking my ass these last few weeks and I've had a particularly nasty break out. The bruises on my legs were from bumping into and falling down the stairs with a laundry basket when the Terrorist came crashing into my knees trying to invoke a race. The scratches and raw skin are me and my eczema. Nothing bad has happened to me, but I'm certain that poor attendant thought something had.

Still, working customer service, I know how BAD you have to look to even invoke some level of sympathy or empathy from a customer service employee or get anything free for that matter. Which elicits a level of mortification and flattery on my part that I even got a free brownie.

To that attendant though, thank you! You made my week, and it was an awesome brownie! But I promise, I'm not as bad as I look at this moment.

[chiosavince]

Three interesting Russian history facts!!?

Russian history is so interesting that it's hard to limit it to just 3.

The Soviets tried to abolish money...to disastrous results. During the Russian Civil War, the newly created USSR was breaking the bank trying to fund the Red Army, to the point of the early Ruble suffering from 11,000% inflation by 1922. But the Soviets weren't all that panicked by the implosion of the currency, because some were convinced that the new Communist society was going to be classless, stateless, and moneyless. There were ideas during the Civil War to replace money with a work-in-kind barter system, where your labor was the means by which goods and services were traded. Work at the factory, and the factory worker receives food, housing, and services instead of receiving a wage. And of course this received huge backlash by critics in the soviet government for sounding an awful lot like serfdom, and the Red Army eventually resorted to taking food and supplies at gunpoint due to the Ruble being worthless as a means to purchase such things. This never truly got off the ground though, and a moneyless society was backtracked on very quickly and a state bank was established for the USSR in 1922 after the first bank was shuttered in 1920.

The first spacewalk, while a huge accomplishment in the Space Race, was done in an an almost Macgyver-like way that was incredibly reckless and nearly ended in disaster. The Soviet Space Program was tasked with conducing the spacewalk by the Politburo in 1965, but the problem was that none of their spacecraft had an airlock that could open and close in space without risk to the spacecraft. So scientists were rushed to create an inflatable airlock strapped to the Voskhod 2 door to allow for a balloon tunnel that would act as an airlock. This worked in getting Alexei Leonov out of the spacecraft to do the first spacewalk, but he had immense trouble getting back in as his suit inflated in the vacuum of space, making it impossible for him to get back inside. After a few minutes of struggling to get back in the spacecraft, Soviet television cut off all broadcasting in fear of airing a cosmonaut dying on TV, but Leonov found a way to get through by letting the air out of his suit in order to become small enough to get through. He lost so much air that he risked suffocating, but he managed to get back in the spacecraft and accomplish the mission. 3. Catherine the Great did not officially remarry after ousting her husband, Peter III from power, but she probably had a second husband in Field Marshall Grigory Potemkin. It's known that the two were intimate, but personal correspondence has them calling the other 'my wife' and 'my husband' respectively, and was actually quite the scandal back in 18th Century Russia! Potemkin was accosted with accusations of receiving special treatment by Catherine and using his intimate relationship with her to advance his military career, and his own personal jealousy towards the power that Catherine held over him as Tsarina caused them to have a romantic falling out.

[simp4konig]

i made a whoopsie daisy this morning ,🫠🫠

my sweet mother (bless her sweet soul i love her sm😭🫶❤️) prepared an entire saucepan of porridge for me...

...and i qte the whole thing ☠️ in 20 minutes ☠️☠️☠️ it was meant to last me for three days ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ ans i fucking scarfed the whole thing inghe morning before school ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

fr im such an idiot 🤦🏼‍♀️🤦🏼‍♀️mother was SHOOK😲 when she got up to go to the kictejn whike i was fone and saw that. ifuckijg inhaled the entire porridge (like 3 servinfs 😭😭😭💔) in one sitting like a vacuum 😶😶

zo abyways i prepared myself some more oats dor tomorrow an the day after 💩 sure do hipe i dont succumb to my intrusive thoights this time and ravage the enyire fucking pot again like some kid from the victorian era finally getting their hands on stale bread in the week 😩😩😩

istg no wonder im overweight 🤡 like fr 😭😭😭😭😭