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dauntingeropoet-blog · 5 years ago

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Mother/Son-in-law

[Introducción a la escena pendiente. Trama es una madre sobre protectora que proteje a su hija, preocupada de que no pierda su virginidad con su novio. Farallia es la madre, Aanya es la hija, Miz es el prometido. Todavia necesito editar, formatear, y no posteé toda la escena completa. Es 1/4 de toda la escena. Y ni se diga traducir. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOF ] Farallia: Aanya intuitively knew that Miz stared for a little too long at the wrong places of her voluptuous Mother. A bit of jealously springed as Aanya clinged to Miz' lower back and roughly pinched him as if to scold him. "This is my... friend!" Aanya interjected, forcing a wrathful smile at her partner. Farallia smiled, unaware at the exchange that had transpired. She bent over slightly at the knees, taking the boy's hand and gently shaking it. Her forearms smushed against the side of a massive Lightforged tit, making it jiggle and making it evident she wasn't wearing any sort of brassiere. "It's a pleasure, Miz" she cooed. "Aanya has told her father & I so much about you! Please, come in. Make yourselves as home you two." She said, » turning around and walking towards the living room with a sensuous sway of hips that swayed conversively with her long tail. "Have you had anything to eat? To drink? I could make you some tea but it seems we're all out of tea. If you want, Miz, I could send Aanya to get some tea for us! That way we can chat in private for a bit." Fara said, pursing her lips, tinged with vogue black lipstick that complemented the pale hue of her unblemished skin. Miz clenched his jaw tight enough to force dimples to form on either side of his cheeks. The unseen pinch sent a flashing jolt of pain along his spine, blood quickly surging around his neck and shoulders, thumping in similar fashion like the point of where Aanya dug her nails to his skin. Eyes remained wide and unblinking, nodding twice quickly and returning the handshake. Forcing a swallow, no doubt his sight caught the jiggling of a large breast, then before too long, he'd quickly dip his attention below, simply catching her lower half this time. He glanced to Aanya, mouthing the words, 'you have?' without ever clearly speaking it. Regardless, the young man took a few steps forward and followed after, looking to where he stepped just in case to be enthralled by her mother's swaying curvy rear. Stumbling with his reply, he coo'd a long breath and tried his best to draw his sight elsewhere inside the home. "I had a small bite before coming here, but couldn't say no to eating I suppose. Ah yes, I would really like a drink. He said, trying to moisten his suddenly parched throat. "Tea would be wonderful, and if you have a bit of honey to add, I'd like that very much." Sighing, he turned to Aanya and gave her a single nod, whispering for her ears only. "Will I be alright, this is normal, correct?" "Have you never been a guest? Of course it is normal you silly boy!" Aanya replied in her natural, confrontative way, half tease half playful endearment. "As long as you don't continue oogling her that way..." she continued before replying to her »"Of course mother." Aanya said while casting a suspicious glance at Miz. "Be right back" she said as she fuzzied Miz's mop of hair as she made her way outside. Despite not being nearly as womanly as her mother, the indigo skater dress made »[Mizib-MoonGuard]: » her cute perky bum stand out a bit. After the front door closed, Fara raised an inquisitive eyebrow at Miz, resting her angular chin on her palm as she stared at the boy, sizing him up. "So..." Fara sadid after a couple instants of silence. "You two » 23:10:19 To [Mizib-MoonGuard]: » are a couple I assume? That would be most... curious. Considering Aanya is to remain celibate until her marriage. Have you done it yet?" She said with a soothing, malificent confidence, completely opposite of Aanya's youthful ferocity. Huffing and groaning, Miz's hair a mess now that Aanya had rightfully tossed his mop of hair about, he allowed a single dip of his chin to show his understanding to what she had to say. Leaving the pair, he couldn't help but a quick glance to see Aanya off, a minimal smirk curling to his lips when noticing of her blessed rear swaying off in the distance. Left in momentary silence, Miz returned his attention back to Fara's own eyes, clearly struggling to keep himself from straying and gawking at her much more mature and motherly figure. He hid a few silent thoughts, wondering if this is what he to look for when Aanya grew and became a vintage in their later years. Already, the heat at his neck grew hotter and uncomforting with each string of words gently glowing to his sensitive ears. A hot blush flushed his cheeks from a sudden and unseen question. Stalling for long as he could, his composure less rigid and now becoming vulnerable without Aanya to comfort him, he'd then say and hope to give what she wanted. "O-of course not. That was the first thing we spoke about, and I am committed to her with everything she is. I respect you and your daughter's wishes, tremendously. I shall not touch her in such ways until after we have been wed." slight shake took to his clammy palms, and even a very faint glisten formed at his brow while giving his best attention and reply. Farallia pouted her lips in reflection. Unsure, she trailed her finger absent mindedly in the shapes of circles as she casted her doubts through expression alone. "You're of half elven and half human decent, Miz. For how long can you keep that promise? Every book, every tale, every interaction I've had with these two groups has more or less succumbed to their vices or streaks of hedonism." Fara said, getting up from her seat and instead placing her draenei derriere on the edge of the table, her tail dexteriously swatting away some of of the china that was meat to be used to serve the tea. She crossed her arms undearneath her ample bust, hoistening the two plump twins and nearly meaking them spill out of her blouse. "Aanya can't be there for that. Our vows are sacred. I have my own towards my husband, but the one to protect my daughter... supercedes it." she said, cocking her head slightly and making a tressle of silvery hair cascade into her clavicles. "I can't have that risk. If you wish to remain with Aanya then..." Farallia trailed off, pinching the straps of her blouse and slipping them inch by delicious inch with a seductive pace about it, making the seam of the top dig into the cushiony orbs until two plump tits jostled free out of her blouse, taking a full second to settle into stasis. She pushed them together with her forearms enticingly, puffing her chest out and licking her own index finger to make a tantalizing, hypnotic look that might as well be » product of the mind tricks that priests were known to use. "...then I shall drain you of every single drop of your seed so your lust subsides." she said, smacking her lips and leavinga trail of saliva in her finger that dropped between the canyon of her constrained pale assetsTruth rang into every crevice and corner of the young man's growing and curious mind, he knew she had spoken truth without so much a stutter or doubt to it. He sighed defeated, bowing his chin low to his chest and his eyes landing to the floor. He shut whispers: his eyes, listening and soaking in every word Fara had to pass onto him. Eventually, drawing his focus back up, only to find the sight of a plump rear mushed atop the table's surface. His heart thumped achingly and wild within his own chest, breath shallow and unfulfilling his lung's demand. Struggle and ache overwhelmed his throat's motion to swallow, even more so when witnessing the motherly figure slip and slide off her blouse, until a pair of enchanting globes came jostling into view. Transfixed and stolen of will, Miz felt his mouth hang slack and his fingers loose, one hand even coming to the front of his jeans and shielding the tenting bulge. "M-m-mrs. I-uhm. he front of his jeans and shielding the tenting bulge. "M-m-mrs. I-uhm. I don't kno-." The worst of his speech being lost into mumbling nonsense." The worst of his speech being lost into mumbling nonsense, Miz had no choice but to step back and find himself quickly butting into the wall behind him. Quickly trying to disarm or misdirect the topic, he panicked and came to the first thought to his mind. "But Mrs, this -would- stave of my lust for a night. B-but what of the other nights beyond this one?" He said, completely lost into the sight of those massive tits being squeezed together and hypnotized, allowing a slight rub of his palm to bulge without ever realizing it. Fara answered every coy backstep of the boy with a long, catwalk of her own that mimicked one of a cougar stalking her prey. As she walked with a half-lidden gaze, she continued into various stages of undress; fully yanking down her top and kicking ittowards a clothes basket with grace. As the boy's back hit the wall, Farallia spread manicured fingernails near his temples, drumming her fingers as she sported a coy, mischeavous smile. With the difference in height, Fara dipped her head a bit low, making the perfectly plump tits hang like two immaculate mangos. Her free breasts swayed with a bated breath of her own as her tail swatted around behind her. "Oh don't worry little man." she said, getting closer and baring her Draenei fangs as she whispered into his ear. "IT will be this night and any others your body might need." she said, nibbling into his long, elven ears and cupping one tit to press against his chest. The plump, marshmellowy texture of the breast made the mass squish from the sides, delightfully pressing into the boy like the softests of pillows. Fara swirled a bit of light magic around, the work of Argussian priestesses, and casted a powerful, invogorating spell on the boy's manhood as the nibbles escalated into playful bites. "My daughter is still... a neophyte in the arts of lust. I would be such a better playmate~" she said in a sensuos cadence

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anonil88 · 6 years ago

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Loyal Lines, Loyal Stunts (wayhaught college au) : Chapter 6

Notes: So i did an update and I am leaving for a funeral, but i am going to try and update a few chapters before i do that plane flying thing.

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16373183/chapters/38681555#workskin

Fanfiction: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13091723/6/Loyal-Lines-Loyal-Stunts

Tw: for cursing (its wynonna) and verbal abuse (oh willa) Also two things: Pinwear day are special days designated by your greek organization where you have to wear your groups pin and dress in business casual wear. Flashbacks, memories, and lyrics are italicized; Text messages are bolded.

Waverly woke up yet, again alone. Well not completely Vanessa, her roommate, lurked into their room early in the morning. She tried not to think too much about the day prior and didn't even check her phone. A part of her was racked with worry that Nicole wouldn’t even message her after the yesterday. She knew that Nicole was worrying about her and wondering if she was okay and likely wonder why exactly she walked up to the revenants unscathed. Ignoring the thought Waverly tried to get through the day without dwelling too much about what she could not fix and what she knew would eventually have happened. She knew eventually she would have to face the skeletons in her closet sooner or later. Despite the inner turmoil she was facing she made everything seem normal for everyone around her. She upped her normal pristine image it being pinwear day gave her an excuse to dress up. She wore her hair pin straight and her pink turtleneck with a pair of loose black pants. Waverly woke up extra early just to put the effort into the silkiness of her long brown tressles. Wynonna would be proud at the hair maintenance skills she donned from her. Her too long tan coat was not dragging on the ground due to a pair of her favorite heeled boots. She dug the boots from the bin in the bottom of her small dorm closet filled with things from her home in purgatory. When she fished them out of the container she also stumbled upon a dirty wrinkled leather vest. Unfolding the vest she sat on her rug gazing at the object with lost eyes. The vest’s back was partially covered in a single faded off white bottom banner. The banner was clinging to the vest with thick black thread and a leather epoxy that still faintly smelled of burning rubber. That smell reminded her of the rotating wheels of a big wheel Dyna pulling at freshly laid asphalt. Blue stitching was fraying underneath Waverly’s fingers as she traced over the letters. The letters were coming undone but still read out angel face in a thick scripted font. Waverly's alarm tone and a groaning fast asleep Nessa shook her from her memories. She shoved the vest back under the mountain of shoes that desperately needed to be sorted through. These boots that clicked against classroom floors made her slightly taller but not as tall as Nicole. In her mind she wondered if she would be tall enough to rest her forehead to Nicole’s without having the taller girl lean down for her.There i go again she internally chastised. Besides the revenant business Nicole also filled her mind. It wasn't just then as she left the dorm Nicole also invaded her thoughts all day. Even when she was getting compliments left and right in between tutoring and mandatory workshops she thought of what her friend was up to. In the middle of her busy schedule she never did get to message her about if she was okay after everything. She felt worse about that then when Champ surprised her in the history building hallway. He was wrapping his burly frame around her from behind and she prayed it was Nicole. But, it wasn't and she let him annoy her while she printed off copies for a tutee. Waverly texted Nicole but the conversation was awkward. Even more so after Nicole asked if she was doing any better for the 10th time.

Nicole

If you are okay, are we just not going to talk about the pink elephant?

Waverly

What elephant?

Nicole

(-_-) okay then i guess if that is how you want to be.

Waverly

Im sorry. I guess i just want to forget that it ever happened?

Nicole

Ok, but would you want to file a police report to feel better?

But, Waverly made sure to decline. A report would only escalate the lingering situation from a possibility to catastrophic inevitability. She was sitting in a large upholstered chair in the student center, as she thought back to her stop on the police talk. One thing Waverly would never be, on purpose, was a tattle tale or a narc no matter what her elder sisters might refute. Especially Willa, Willa who she tried to stuff so far in her mind that her stomach churned at the thought of her name. While physically Waverly seemed to be stoic as she let the chair swallow her, her mind went to her dark place. The sound of lightning clapped against the sunny and cloud covered sky. A storm was churning passed the mountains in the far distance the gray and black peaks creeping towards Purgatory.

“You ruined everything, you always ruin everything,” Willa spat at a frightened six year old Waverly. Waverly was tucked behind a rickety wooden sitting chair in the homestead’s kitchen.

Her small hands trembled and her eyes grew puffy hoping this chair could block the storm growing in her sister. She had a clear shot of Willas face, contorted with anger and raging irises burning past the chair frame. Their eyes were always so similar but, Willa always carried a deep resentment in her own. Waverly hoped that the chair would deflect the words being hurled her way or at least the stinging slaps that could follow. Their father, Ward, was dragging Willa’s latest older boy toy down the dirt driveway of their home. Leading the boy no doubt to where his parents beat up minivan was parked in the driveway. The girls were left home alone while Ward attempted to play sheriff half sober. These days he had been doing a worse job than usual as the drinking was getting worse. When he came home early for lunch and caught Willa necking said boy in her room the blame fell on Waverly at least from Willa’s perspective. No matter how many times she protested and Wy backed her up Willa was upset. No she was livid. Willa grasped one of wards almost empty small bottles of whiskey. She downed the small amount left and hurled the bottle in Waverly's direction. Twelve almost Thirteen year old Willa was every inch of her daddys image. The wicked words and the bullheaded stubbornness. One thing they all inherited was his fight versus flight instincts. Waverly ducked the shattering glass and sobbed outloud. “Please Willa i promise,” Waverly’s squeaking voice cried out. “Always crying like a baby, that’s how i know YOU aren’t my sister, YOU cry too much.” Willa cut her sister off. She was taunting Waverly by circling the table after her. Waverly didn’t know why but her sister seemed so much bigger and far scarier than any other time before this. Little did baby Waverly know that things would only get so much worse the year after. Wynonna had stepped in once she hid the guns they kept in the house from their dad. She was sure he would have killed that 15 year old for messing with his 12 year old, drunk or not. Wynonna began pulling Willa to sit in the living room forcibly trying to put some distance between her sisters.

Willa continued to jire, “She's not our blood Nonna. She is just some half breed that momma had and now we have to put up with.” Waverly curled herself into a ball and waited to hear Willa running out of the house. A loud bang of the front door slamming confirmed what always would happen. When Wynonna returned to the kitchen she grabbed a dusty old broom and pan to collect the glass on the floor inches from her shuttering sister. Waverly was panting and crumpled under that wooden chair it did protect her. After sweeping the shards and sitting them far away from drunk old men and clumsy kids Wynonna huddled next to her baby sister. “Don’t listen to her she’s wicked when she’s mad.” Wynonna attempted to coax her sister from under the chair. Waverly, then sniffling, made her way onto her sisters lap. Wynonna tousled the little girls growing mane, “You know you are the best Earp because your better than us. Stay better baby girl.”

Wynonna was so young trying to hold it together. Trying so hard to maintain the insanity until it happened. The incident that changed so much for the Earp name and how people viewed their family was on the horizon, but none of them knew that then. Waverly loved Wynonna but, feared Willa even when they eventually reconnected. Time would help her forgive but Waverly could never forget the way her heart sank when Willa’s voice echoed in her ears. When Ward did enter the house again he just pulled a bottle of whiskey from his coat pocket. He sat in the same chair he always did and drank away. Waverly wondered if he even could hear her sobs or even cared about her whether she was his or not.

It was good that the recounted memory was fading and the color was coming back to her face, because when she looked up Wynonna was striding towards her seat. Waverly smiled as her sister clad in a fringe leather jacket, spandex jeans, and a lasagna del ray shirt sauntered in front of her. Wynonna sent finger guns Waverly’s direction when she was close enough to see her sister’s lopsided smile. Waverly returned the motion and Wy sat on the ottoman in front of her. There were a few wide eyed boys in the student center and a few concerned gazes from professors on break. No matter how many times her sister visited campus she always seemed to get odd stairs.

“Heyyy baby girl you look...nice,” Wynonna said raising her eyebrow.

Waverly shook her head and closed the book in her lap placing it in her bag, “It is just pinwear day Wy i have to look nice.”

“Nah Earp i have seen you on other cult days and this is a whole nother level.” Wynonna waggled her eyebrows, “ You got a hot date.” “Yea sure i am blowing off our talk off to get lucky with the guy of my dreams,” Waverly joked back. “Or girl, which is fine by me,” Wynonna interjected loudly receiving and playful slap from her younger sister. “Where is Officer Ginger these days Waves.” Waverly sighed, “Well that is kind of why i need to talk to you.” Wynonna’s eyes got wider. “No, not for advice it has to do with what i texted you,” Waverly quickly replied. “Right, Rev scum party of three,” Wynonna muttered as she fiddled with a charm on Waverly’s bookbag. A group of girls all dressed in similar clothes filed out of the dining hall and others started to pour in from the external doors. Wynonna grimaced, “Look waves your cult of Heathers’ has arrived to indoctrinate you.” “Ha ha,” Waverly fake laughed as she made her way over to some of her fellow sigmas. They all stood against the largest open wall in the student center and proceeded to make pose after pose after pose. There was a flash with every position as a tall fraternity member was taking each photo with a plastered puppy dog grin on his face. Wynonna stared at the event like it was the prohibition era and bottles of whiskey were being poured into a river. Horror oh the sheer horror, she never understood why Waverly would join the group. Then again Wynonna never really found herself wanting to assimilate into normalcy for or with anyone. When Waverly was finished talking and returned, Wynonna was standing making googly eyes at a very familiar football coach. Waverly groaned and slipped her bag on before dragging her sister outside. “Call me later Xavier,” Wynonna said a bit too seductively for Waverly’s comfort as they passed him on the way out. He smiled in her direction and Wynonna’s cheeks turned a light shade of pink. “Really Wynonna,” Waverly silently judged and chastised her sister but was inwardly kind of happy that Wynonna was in her usual swing of affairs. “Oh don’t get your panties in a bunch. He is actually kind of cool,” Wynonna said as she rounded the old red jeep and hopped in the passenger seat. Waverly had slipped into the driver’s side Wynonna’s keychain dangling on her fingertips as she slid the key inside and turned over the ignition. The jeep stalled with a stuttering puff after a coaxing coo and tap on the hood from both sisters the engine turned over. Waverly pulled out of the teacher/visitors lot and started her way back to Wynonna’s place. The car ride was filled with a bit of blaring rock and roll as they took to the freeway. The song switched as Waverly took their exit and a familiar song hit Waverly’s ears. Wynonna started to choppily belt out; Saturday night I was downtown Working for the F.B.I. Sitting in a nest of bad men Whiskey bottles piling high Boot legging boozer on the west side Full of people who are doing wrong Just about to call up the D.A. man When I heard this woman singing a song. Waverly chimed in with her sister, actually keeping on note with the radio playing Long Cool Woman by The Hollies. They finished the song just as Waverly stopped the car in front of a slightly dilapidated apartment complex. Wynonna stepped out and led them both upstairs, they passed the old but reliable chopped silver yamaha xs650 parked under a crooked tree. The bike had seen better days but the shiny extended handlebars glimmered in the cloudy sunlight. It was nicknamed peacemaker after the similar looking revolver that Wynonna kept on her person at all times. That gun had saved both sisters many many times and deserved to be commemorated in some way. When they were both sprawled on Wynonna’s beat up leather each sipping on a beer Wy broke the unspoken tension. “What happened babygirl,” Wynonna’s voice was filled with concern. Waverly sat up straighter against the couch arm holding the glass bottle with both hands. Her line of vision peering into the light brown bitter brew. The inside of her lip was being tugged by her teeth as she formed her thoughts. Wynonna was patient and just watched her little sister until she was ready to speak. The ticking of a clock on the wall reminding them both that time was still passing in the silence. Waverly took another sip of her beer before recounting yesterday to her sister, when she got to the part where she was sitting in Nicole’s car she hesitated. Her sister did not like cops of any kind and she knew Wynonna would not be too ecstatic that Waverly was interested, seriously interested, in hopefully a future deputy of the law. Wynonna sensed her sisters apprehensiveness and tapped her knee ushering her to go ahead.

“We were in her car talking. Well i was talking and she was listening. She was looking at me different nonna,” Waverly’s accent started to peak out more and more as she recounted. “I was scared like good scared. Scared like how i want to try parachuting out of a plane at 15,000 feet or maybe swimming out so far into the ocean that i can't see the bottom anymore.” “Woah there wave extreme much,” Wynonna stopped her sister for a moment. This was a bit intense and she knew all about her sisters emotions with relationships. She could pine over a guy that was for sure and even if he was no good for her, her sister was too good to leave. Wynonna did admit to herself that this did seem different though. It seemed honest still, she always aired on the side of caution when it came to Waverly. Reckless was her thing and safety was for her sweet baby sister.

“Wynonnaaaa,” Waverly near shouted causing her sister to startle. Waverly looked annoyed bordering upset and Wy chose to tell her to continue rather than face her wrath. “As i was saying she scares me Nonna. I don’t even know if i am gay i know i am not straight but i kind of went in to kiss her” “Kind of ?” Wynonna questioned as always. “The revenants showed up,” Waverly said ignoring the lingering question. Wynonna’s face went from playful to straight laced. Her fingers gripped the bottle a bit tighter. “It was Jim, Jonas and Peeper, they were burning tire in the parking lot of my building.” Waverly gulped from the beer ingesting more liquid courage. “I panicked and ran up to them, it was stupid i know. But, when they saw me Whiskey Jim went to grab me.” “Asshole,” Wynonna scoffed while sipping on her own beer to keep composure. Waverly rolled her eyes and continued, “When i reminded them that campus was filled with cops, was off limits, and that i happened to be their boss's sister in law they peeled off.” Wynonna gave a knowing eye, “And…” “And i reminded them i was a pretty accurate shot with a shotgun or a rifle their choice,” Waverly giggled nervously. Wynonna returned a cheeky smile and pulled her sister in for a side hug. She kissed her sisters forehead. Waverly was no longer a baby, but it would always be Wynonna’s job to protect her. Gus would kill her if anything happened to her niece, really either of them. Gus sent them both east in hopes that they would escape Purgatory’s small town curse. “No doubt they let bobo the clown in on that little act Waves, but at least even he has his own fucked up rules to follow. I am glad you stuck up for yourself just be careful with the revs they are unpredictable. And…” Wynonna was stalling. “And be careful with Officer Haught, i will.” Waverly knew what he sister was going to say. Wynonna snorted, “Officer Haught, that is going to be fun. Eh, yea haught shot too.” *** Nicole was helping Chrissy and the rest of the Tau Zeta crew clean up for the party after her shift. She was quiet most of the time methodically carrying out her plan of action. She designated everyone jobs just to keep things organized. When they were all finished the non- housemates went home for the most part. Before Chrissy left she’d asked if Nicole was okay, but she shrugged off the suggestion that she wasn’t. Those that lingered would just head to the game early on Tomorrow morning. Nicole made sure to take off work for tomorrow night to help keep the peace in her own home. She would work late doing another security officer’s shift but would not be late enough to miss the smell of weed and alcohol filling her house. Instead of dwelling on her dread she was dragging herself, a beer, and a slice of gluten free pizza up to her room. Once she stared at the slice in her bedroom light it looked less appetizing but her stomach was in knots so she ate it anyway. Nicole put on a random tv show trying to tune out the voice in her head. Waverly is lying. Nicole closed her eyes hoping to ignore her internal conscience that told her something was wrong. The voice that told her Waverly was in trouble. Instead ignoring the voice just made things worse and she found herself getting frustrated. She rolled over and found her phone on the side table. Gliding her finger to the phone app and hovering over Waverly’s name she hit the green dial button. Nicole sat on the bed head in hand and phone to ear. She was determined to get an answer from Waverly. Determined to find out why the girl insisted she was okay but shook in her arms until she found sleep. Then again as the phone rang, Nicole wondered why did she care. Yes they were friends, but they definitely weren't anything more. There was nothing more in the way Waverly looked at her and definitely nothing more in that almost kiss. Nicole’s thoughts were stopped when a fresh with sleep Waverly Earp answered the phone. “Nicole,” Waverly asked quietly. The chords of an acoustic Ring of Fire had woken her up. Sighing Nicole whispered back, “Hi Waves, i just wanted to make sure you were okay again. Text are one thing but hearing your voice is another.”

Waverly yawned, “Mmhmm i’m okay Nicole just hanging with Wynonna, catching up.”

“Okay then Wave,” Nicole stalled having nothing to say to that. Waverly did sound better, less shaken and more stirred. Nicole guessed it had to do with her sister. They seemed close and she noticed how quickly Waverly relaxed after trying to contact her sister that night. Although in her eyes Waves seemed more mothering her older sister than what most would expect from a younger sister.

Waverly rubbed her eyes and sat up on the familiar bed she was sleeping on. When Wynonna insisted she stay the night as a safety precaution she couldn't say no. They fetched a few things from her dorm including her cheer uniform for the game and Waverly ended up watching Jeopardy with her sister. It was actually fun teaching Wynonna something other than latin curse words. They both needed the distraction from everything. Wynonna had more boy trouble than whiskey and she had a lot of whiskey. So now here Waverly was sleeping in her sister’s room while she worked in whatever bar she was serving at this week. Waverly played with a strand of hair nervously before she said, “are you angry with me?”

Nicole was surprised but, honest and replied. “Yes, because you didn’t tell me the truth and no, because i am just glad that you are okay now at least.”

Waverly smiled listening to Nicole's tone lighten up. There was a sigh as Nicole laid on her bed. “I’m glad i am okay too.”

“Does this mean you are going to tell me when you aren’t okay, Waves,” Nicole questioned her eyes feeling heavier than before. “Maybe,” Waverly laid under the blanket on her side wishing Nicole was there. Nicole laughed quietly, “just let me in i don’t bite and tell me about your day.”

It seemed like whenever she spoke to Waverly she let her do most of the talking. Nicole knew Waverly was usually being spoken to and told what to do rather than not. That came with being in a sorority that prided itself on group think rather than individuality. Nicole actually enjoyed hearing how Waverly’s day went, her day always seemed to include a funny story about her kindness. That was usually a contrast to Nicole’s day sure she was able to see the kindness on this campus but, she was also becoming more accustomed to the more illegal things on campus. For some reason they caught two seperate drug deals on campus today and they weren’t the usual adderall or pot deal. They were dealing newer party drugs than the WHU security was accustomed to and actual police officers had to come collect the drugs for evidence. All that seemed so crazy compared to Waverly's stories of helping librarians and students playing soccer in the quad. It wasn’t long before the lull of Waverly’s voice transported Nicole into a place filled with cotton candy dreams and gluten filled pizza.

Waverly was still talking when she heard the steady rhythm of breathing through the speaker. Nicole fell asleep and Waverly couldn't help but blush. “Goodnight Nicole, ” she whispered. Waverly left the phone on speaker on the pillow next to her.

A quiet but audible goodnight waves came back to her. Waverly fell asleep listening to Nicole relax back into a deep sleep and Nicole slept soundly with her phone resting on her rising and falling chest.

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alchemisland · 6 years ago

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Trench part 3

Continuing my World War One short story. Enjoy! Parts one and two are but a downward scroll away.

In some strange way the land was blasted more beautiful, rendered Martian. Buttes like tressle tables between pools of filth, jagged spires of stone and molded clay, mounds like ancient earthworks.

Nearby a farm dog leans across a stretch of miraculously unscathed fence, once a farm boundary. The men's face are shadowed beneath their helmet bills. Another flare rockets skyward. I stare at their momentarily illuminated faces. Dirt cakes every line and sag, oozes from every pore, matts their eyebrows and whiskers. Entirely stripped of their humanity, they resemble closer a troupe of stooped chimpanzees brandishing sharpened twigs than a regiment in the world's most experienced fighting force.

From their spritely step and gentle gait they are boys still, groaning in time to each laboured step like the marching rhythms of an undead battalion, lurching from their ziggurats, plodding across the salient. Soon they will be made men.

The ground here, if not poisoned, will be cursed. The mud holds untold secrets, inters the bones and, one hopes, imprisons vengeful spectres. One need only scuff a boot upon the surface slick to reveal the sickly faces of fallen boys. Eternally floating in the moisture laden strata exposed beneath the topsoil. Their lifeless faces putrefied the greenish grey of old roughspuns.

I signal, forming my filthy index and middle fingers in a V. The next pair dash forward like bulls kicked loose mid-geld, desperate, frenzied. The gunner on his mount fires, like Zeus from Olympus hurling bolts. The ground begins sloping steadily then steeply toward a disused trench. Duck boards peep through the mire, the remnants of some decadent civilisation hastily destroyed

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Bikepacking the New River Trail . With kids and a pup

We set out on the New River Trail from Galax, VA in late June 2020. This 43 mile trail snakes along one of the oldest rivers in the world. The New River is part of the Ohio River watershed, passing through the states of NC, VA, and WV. It is estimated to be between 10 and 360 million year old (that’s a range!) . We settled on this gravel path for a biking adventure due to its length, remoteness and ease of logistics.

Although every other trip and bike endeavor has been cancelled due to COVID, we kept this trip because of our need as a family to getaway from quarantine miasma, and due to the remoteness of the trail and confidence we would be safe and properly distanced. Traveling during COVID certainly adds to the logistic challenges. We brought all our food for the drive, and opted for ‘nature pee’ stops over gas station etc.

Along for the ride was Iver, 4 , Eleanor, 7 , and our aussiedoodle pup, Zero, 6months. We carried in all of our food and camping gear etc. Along the route, occasional potable waters spickets and ample porta-potties , though stores were nonexistent.

Each kid rode their own Early Rider bike and had various ways to be supported by us parents. Llama was on a Jamis Renegade gravel bike. And I was on the venerable Surly Big Dummy cargo bike - a steed that made this trip possible due to it’s hauling capacity. Zero rode in a Burly Tail Wagon trailer , and jogged when we went at Iver’s slower pace.

In 3 days we covered 43 miles. It was manageable, properly challenging, and entirely exciting! We camped for 3 nights and ended our trip at an airbnb. The next morning I rode the 43 miles back to the starting point to get our car.

Before digging in.. I’ll remind you that family (or any!) adventures start the moment they are planned. Just put something on your calendar and the fun starts. From the planning, to the excitement of the kids, to figuring out the unknowns, (acquiring new gear) - the adventure starts as soon as you set the intention. After a few trips like this, the logistics get really easy. Family bike adventures are low cost, super health, challenging, and clearly support confidence in our kids. Do it!

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We coupled this trip with a visit to family in Asheville, NC, so there was A LOT of driving. Using google maps we found green-spaces, parks, and arboretums to stop at. Often for 1-2 hours, to properly romp the dog and the kids.

Zero had the entire trunk to himself, yet often preferred to nuzzle between the kids. Cuteness galore.

Perhaps it could have been packed with more grace. The Surly Big Dummy just swallows gear and is stable under weight. The dog trailer by Burly is not the lightest pull- I call this training weight. Even a 1-2% grade change felt like a big deal.

Llama had the heavy food and a Follow Me Tandem for occasional Iver towing.

We rarely rode for more than 1 hour without stopping at one of the many shelters and picnic spots.

The New River Trail was beautiful and well maintained the entire way

One of several tunnels - very exciting .

Family bike trips may lack in romance, but they deliver in connection and sense of accomplishment. Before the end, we began brainstorming a trip for just the two of us.

Amazing camp spot near Fries Junction . Private beach, naked swimming, glorious sunrise, and really weird bugs.

Speaking of weird bugs. We deemed this creature a Dragon Horse Fairy Fly . (4″ long)

Zero claimed the second picnic table as his own

Eleanor , 7, was amazing as she pushed herself to ride 95% unsupported

Iver , 4 , would hammer for a while- up to 7 miles continuous ! - and then get some support. This Follow Me Tandem is an amazing piece of gear.

He could even fully chill out on the Big Dummy.

Sometimes Big Sis helped out

Smiles despite the grime at camp. JugWa and mac and cheese

Sugar fuels

We got caught in a violent thunder storm. Sideways blowing rain soaked us fast. We just huddled and laughed at it. When there is nothing to do, but get to next camp, you can enjoy the unexpected.

Wet dog

Beautiful long tressles. Llama wasn’t too psyched about this one

#coffeeoutside

camp at Foster Falls. Every night we slept by the rushing river. It’s amazing how quickly camp routines fall in to place.

Iver hamming it up....all the time. This was seconds before an underwear malfunction that resulted in him soiling his only pair of shorts...and this sign.

History abounds

Along the entire route there were amazing rock formations and cliffs

The final 3 miles were rough. We left the trail and rode up 2x 300′ hills. It was hot and we had to manage cars. Dry mango, shade rests, and promise of ice cream , kept us moving with little fussing. Our Airbnb was along the river, with some splendid swimming. We dried out our gear dined on fine frozen pizza, beer, and a large beef bone for Zero.

The next morning I mounted the naked Big Dummy and retraced our route in under 3 hours (15 mph !) to get the car.

We highly recommend the New River Trail as a family cycling adventure destination. No frills, rugged, and beautiful.

Many thanks to Hampshire Bicycle Exchange in Amherst, MA - our favorite bike shop. And to Early Rider for the best kids bikes on the planet.

#newrivertrail #bikepacking #bikepackingkids

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theenglishflorist · 6 years ago

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mollyjudge-blog · 8 years ago

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Tressle

The environmentally friendly Tressle range has a clean and light aesthetic appeal. Tressle’s sleek and functional lines together with the complimentary colour options can enhance your studio or office. Add in a lightweight wall unit or mobile credenza for your additional storage requirements.

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drewebowden66 · 7 years ago

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30 Rustic Dining Rooms That Radiate Refinement

Rustic decor can have a wonderful warmth about it, making it the perfect decor style to bestow upon a dining room, all set for feeding the family or entertaining guests. Although, rustic style can also be injected with many different influences, such as industrial chic, tribal, geometric, modern or traditional. With so many directions to go in it can be difficult to know which one is right for you and your home. So to help we have put together an extensive selection of rustic dining room decor schemes that include a multitude of rustic dining tables, accent dining chairs and wooden benches, oversized dining pendant lights, and rustic wall decor.

Visualizer: Lib Team This rustic dining setup is part of a kitchen diner layout. The dining area is anchored in front of a beautiful architectural alcove with the help of an oversized rattan pendant light. The woven shade complements the style of the six dining chairs that encompass a glass topped table.

Designer: Eric Aust Sitting beneath another rattan shade (though this one being of a smaller scale), a chunky wooden dining table looks the part with a beautiful live edge.

Visualizer: Tomas Sciskala An eclectic mix of colourful rattan dining chairs and an upholstered banquette bench seat sets this dining suite apart from the rest.

Visualizer: Angelina Alekseeva This mediterranean rustic chic decor scheme has a wonderful sense of sophisticated refinement about it. The roaring fireplace set atop a large store of cut logs makes the perfect accompaniment.

Visualizer: Jenya Lykasova Rustic decor is mixed with coastal flavour here. Driftwood artwork is mounted on one wall, and two mother-of-pearl chandeliers shimmer over the elegant dining table.

Designer: mode:lina architekci Three simple white dining room pendant lights with rustic style light up a wooden dining table. Beneath a raw wood dining surface, the legs have been painted white to give a clean and fresh modern finish.

Visualizer: Serhii Seinov Rustic and industrial are two aesthetics that meld perfectly together. Here a set of stools have been teamed with a long tressle table. A concrete and metal planter decorates one end.

Visualizer: ReFL Studio This rustic industrial dining room uses a mixed bag of dining chairs and stools, each with their own patina.

Photographer: Wertovoll Fotografie Faux fur throws give this dining room a cosy rustic flourish, and softens hard wooden seats. Over at the other end of the room, a daybed receives the same treatment. Festoon string lights zigzag across a glass panelled ceiling, all set to add twinkling light overhead during late evening meals and nighttime festivities. A natural weave rug keeps things a little toastier underfoot by creating a barrier over a cold stone floor.

Visualizer: LOGOVO Design Group Unique rattan basket chairs surround a whitewashed tressel table. A large geometric pendant light adds a contemporary edge.

Visualizer: Nguyễn Thanh Tùng This dining space has a tribal influence, brought in the form of a monochrome tribal print wall hanging and matching cloth napkins. A set of four chairs are made up from two black painted wooden seats and two in natural rattan. The slight mismatch brings a good dose of personality and individuality.

Visualizer: Lien Nguyen In this space, a sleek dining table and geo dining chairs look particularly modern, but teamed with a distressed wooden feature wall and a steampunk clock the suite settles into a rustic vibe.

Designer: atelier Rua A dining table with drawers provides perfect on-hand storage for cutlery, placemats and napkins. The basket of fruit and vases full of garden flowers make a particularly sweet rustic centrepiece.

Visualizer: Plasterlina These sleek modern dining chairs work brilliantly with the shape and colour of the industrial style lighting.

Visualizer: Lyubimova Kate Rustic wood and metal shelving units provide a great backdrop to this refined dining area.

Designer: Mario Stoica A large wall clock can also fill up an empty dining room wall. This colourful one looks great beside the authentic barn door and cluster pendant lights.

Visualizer: Catherine Domracheva This small scale rustic dining room ensemble sits atop a bold geometric tile floor.

Designer: Estudio Valdés Arquitectos Amazing exposed wooden rafters do all the talking in this lofty rustic interior. In the centre of a long wooden table, two tall candlesticks are almost tall enough to touch the trio of slim pendant lights.

Source: Neptune Rustic dining benches are a great way to go if you have a very large family or a fluctuating number of guests – there’s always room for one more when you can shuffle up a little closer! Dining benches offer a laid-back minimalist look, with no chair backs or a multitude of legs to clutter up the visual.

Visualizer: Koj Design A pretty tablecloth adds an unexpected pop of delicate colour over an industrial dining set.

Source: NYT More dining benches, but this time rather than just two extra long seats we have four smaller pieces.

Source: Zoho Shop Classically upholstered chairs bring a touch of tradition to a rustic space.

Designer: Locati This vibrant area rug steals the spotlight beneath a pale dining set.

Visualizer: Alesya Kasianenko The dining set in this home would fit in with many different styles of interior decor but the towering cut log feature wall positively screams rustic. The logs, teamed with two huge rattan lampshades and a red accent dining chair, really warm up a cold white kitchen diner space. The tribal print rug finishes off the tiny but tenacious dining spot.

Visualizer: Home D This modern tribal chic home has a pale wood dining bench tucked neatly behind a sofa, coupled with contrasting black bar stools.

Designer: Renée del Gaudio Metal chairs work well alongside wooden ones.

Visualizer: Ivan Zaichenko Exposed bulb pendants on extendable wires can be spread as far and wide as needed.

Photographer: Kadir Asnaz Consider opting for brightly coloured wiring for an extra eye-catching lighting installation.

Designer: Jauregui Candles add drama…

Designer: Tineke Triggs … And a little romance!

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garagedoorshampshire · 7 years ago