#went bowling today and i was so bad at it that it became a bit i used to great effect to entertain my friends

[valtsv]

[said with all the reassuring sincerity of a campaign promise and all the concerning potential of someone who is nearing the event horizon of instability] babygirl. i can humiliate myself in ways you can't even begin to imagine.

[bunniwords]

໑ৎ ׁ ׅ♡ ALIBI 🌀

part xv - masterlist - part xvii xvi. prettiest girl

︶︶ 　 ˚ ᡴꪫ synopsis — you are known for your brain rot anime content on twitter. so much so that you caught the attention of txt’s soobin on his secret stan account and became mutuals. what will become of this new friendship?

bunni speaks — WE BACK and with partial written chapters! i'm not great at writing fluff so bare with me... also i have a bit of writer’s block… so please be kind to me… i’ve wrote this like last week but was really beating myself over it but i decided to just post it…

ONE MONTH.

just one more month before soobin was going to see you in new york. was he ready for it? not exactly. probably far from it actually, but one thing was for sure is that he wanted to see you.

there isn't really a day that goes by without him calling and messaging you. the two of you actually started this thing where you'd each send a series of random photos taken throughout the day while the other was sleeping and it’s not helping him calm down his feelings for you at all. he saved every single one of those photos and put it in an album on his phone to look back at on. he loved imagining you taking each picture with him in mind.

now, this new routine has him developing a bad habit of looking at his phone first thing in the morning. soobin knows he read some sort of article about looking at your phone first thing in the morning isn't really good for you but science didn't account for the feeling of waking up to twenty notifications from the girl you like. waking up to your messages gave soobin profound excitement for the day. his eyes could barely open but his first instinct now was to look at his phone and see what photos you took. his favorites were the ones where you'd take your outfit of the day in your full length mirror in your bedroom or maybe the ones of you posing with your food.

you’ve asked him about his great face reveal and soobin felt bad about not showing his face because you actually asked him a lot about it... to the point where you concluded that he was ugly as a joke. a joke he finds no joy in hearing as he defended his good looks to wits ends.

but you were too deep in your feelings that you were pretty sure you would be okay with however he looked.

i mean, if he was a total predator... you'd definitely reevaluate, but soo was not that. you think.

"are you working from home today?" soo asked you over the voice call.

"yup! i just made breakfast. wanna see?" you asked as you wiggled your bowl in front of the camera.

god, you were so cute.

"let's see. let's see."

"it's just cereal," you laughed, "they had the txt cereal at the store so i grabbed it for funsies since i'm seeing them next month."

"oh, right. haha."

every time txt came up in your conversation, soobin definitely started thinking about revealing the truth and the guilt that came with that. he still isn't sure how you'd react. would you feel betrayed that he didn't tell you? or would you be happy? what if you just leave the restaurant after finding out? or start blackmailing him for having a fan account?

okay, that last thought went a little wild side, because you wouldn't do that. he knows you wouldn't, but his mind definitely wondering about what you’d think about any of this. thinking about you being mad at him and leaving him was probably the worst scenario he could think of. he could already feel someone digging into his chest with a tight grip on his heart from the thought of you hating him.

"damn, okay. i know it wasn't that funny but you could've reacted a little," you joked.

"ha. ha. ha.”

" you’re so annoying…”

soobin laughed with a quick apology and lame excuse saying he was distracted.

you rolled your eyes but accepted his apology anyway. “well, how was your day? you're in japan right?"

yes, txt was doing their japanese comeback before the start of their world tour. but to you, soo was simply on a work trip.

"yeah, i am!"

"how is it?" you said before taking in a spoonful of cereal.

"busy... but fun. my team had a few work events today and i'm so tired," he said.

he was really downplaying his 'work events'. he had a group interview, magazine solo interview, a photoshoot, and to top it all off, there was the music show and fan interaction at the end of the day. he was beyond exhausted but still wanted to talk to you by the end of all of it. although, he didn’t really want to talk to you about work.

"did you want to turn in early? we can always talk in the morning for you," you offered, but you could already hear him grumbling.

"no, just another hour... i couldn’t even talk to you this morning."

oh, were you weak. you weren't going to say no. absolutely, not. you know, he didn’t say that he needed to talk to you everyday, but for him to basically imply that he couldn’t go to bed without talking to you once today almost sent you into a coma.

"oh, uh, yeah, okay, one more hour and then you go to sleep,” you stuttered, thinking you really played that one off.

"right before i forget… japan. did you want anything from here?"

and immediately, your ears perked up.

"oh, yes if i can ask you to look for a few things! i have a list," you bursted out into a fit of giggles from the thought of you being able to get your hands onto anything you got on this anime list.

"you... have a list?" he sounded as if he was judging you.

"hey... it's not as accessible here in america," you pouted, "leave me alone. you want my list or not?"

"give me the list," soobin smiled and you could hear the endearment in his voice.

"also, with all due respect, shut up. i know you got a list. you just wanted to judge me," you fussed.

"hey! that's not true!"

it most definitely was true (to both him having a list and him judging you).

that's alright though because while you were forging your annoyance, you were trying to calm your heart down from imagining this man scouring through the streets of tokyo in search for your most wanted anime merchandise.

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[ericshoney]

Bad dream ~ Brothers!Sturniolo Triplets

Summary: Your visiting your brothers in LA and after a long day of shopping you head to bed, only to be woken up by a nightmare.

Warnings: usual swearing, crying, screaming, nightmare, nicknames

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You, along with your parents, had flown out to LA to visit Nick, Matt and Chris for a while. It had been fun so far, you had been shopping and explored a bit and were now chilling at home.

"We're going to call it a night, don't stay up to late honey." Your mother said.

"I won't." You said, as you played on your phone.

They laughed and headed up to Nick's room where they would sleep. You looked at your brothers who were all playing on their phones.

"You want to watch a movie before bed, bub?" Matt asked you.

"Sure. What one?" You asked, placing your phone down.

"Well your twelve, so nothing too scary." Nick answered.

You laughed and nodded, you looked through Disney+ and found a movie you wanted to watch. You all relaxed on the sofa together

When the movie finished, you all decided to call it a night. Nick was sharing with Matt as your parents had his room and you were sharing with Chris. You went with him down to his room and got into bed, falling asleep instantly.

~~~~~~~~Nightmare~~~~~~~

You woke up to bright sunshine. You looked around and saw Chris asleep next to you, or what you thought.

"Chris wake up, we're going bowling today." You said, shaking the youngest triplet.

Chris however didn't move. You looked over and shook him again, but he still didn't move.

"Chris, this isn't funny." You said, shaking him harder.

Again, he didn't move, so you jumped out of the bed and ran upstairs to get everyone else. You saw Matt sat at the kitchen table.

"Matt! Matt! Chris isn't waking up!" You exclaimed.

But much like Chris, Matt didn't respond. He sat with his back to you, so as you walked over and tapped him, his body slouched and his head fell on the table.

"Matt..." You called again, but no response.

You ran to find Nick, seeing him in Matt's room. He was laid on the floor, unresponsive much like your other brothers. You screamed so loudly in the nightmare, it became real, so real, Chris heard you as he was next to you.

~~~~~Real time~~~~~

Chris shot up with a startle. He looked over and saw you thrashing next to him, crying and screaming with your eyes screwed shut.

"Fuck, hey kid, wake up. It's okay it's just a nightmare." He said.

Your eyes flew open, your breathing heavy, as you looked around the room. You saw Chris next to you, his eyes wide, but breathing, unlike in the nightmare.

"Chris." You said, wrapping your arms around him.

"Hey kid, it's okay. I'm here." He whispered, hugging you tightly.

You cried into Chris' arms as he helped you calm down. When you were calm, you told him what happened in the nightmare.

"Well kid, it's all a bad dream, we're all safe okay? We're not going anywhere." He said.

“It was just so scary.” You admitted.

“I know bub, I know.” He replied.

“You want to watch some of our old videos?” Chris suggested.

You nodded and sat with him watching some of their earlier videos, the made you laugh and cause a distraction before you drifted off into a more comfortable sleep.

[gejo333]

For the Dancing and the Dreaming

Viking Miguel x Female Viking Reader

Summary: You were the chieftains daughter of your village and you had just turn the age for men in the village to begin courting you in hopes of having you as their wife and becoming the next chief. However, no man caught your eye until your childhood best friend comes back home from battle to make you his.

I’m sorry for the lack of updates my schedule is beyond crazy! But I promise to update “An Unexpected Match” and get the sequel of perfect picture out too.

But as an apology here is a fluffy random Miguel Oneshot🥰

Inspired by this song I haven’t heard in a while on TikTok.💕💕💕

I apologize for any grammatical mistakes. I didn’t read over this yet. 😅

Enjoy!💕

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Today was officially the start of your adult life as you now were old enough for the unmarried men in your village to begin courting for your hand in marriage.

As you finished getting ready you head downstairs to see your parents and younger siblings.

“Good Morning.” You smile at your parents as you head down to the kitchen to help your mother with separating the herbs.

“Good morning y/n. You must be excited for today. You’ll definitely have quite a few prospective suitors from what I’ve heard.” Said your mother with an upbeat in her voice.

“I’m definitely excited, but nervous too. Hopefully it’s not too hectic.” You chuckle nervously as you put the finished separating the herbs into the wooden bowl and began to mush them.

“It’s definitely exciting my beloved daughter. But those men will have to be brave enough to stand against me. No man is perfect enough for my daughter.” Your father huffed as he helped lift the meat to hang over the fire.

You chuckled from your father’s words. You did feel a bit bad for the poor souls who had to go through not only your father but the chieftain of the village to have a chance at courting you.

“So, any men in the village that you hope comes knocking on our door?” Your younger sister teasingly elbowed you in your arm, trying to get the juiciest gossip for the nosy villagers. You roll your eyes as you try to hide your smile on your face. You then pass the wooden bowel to your sister to continue mushing the herbs as you make your way to get the bucket to fill for the animal feed, one of your daily chores.

“I think I know who.” Said your younger brother in a sing song voice as he helped with making the bread with your mother.

“Wait who?!” Your sister asked eagerly.

“Not telling you.” Your brother smirked which made your sister puff out her cheeks in annoyance as she threw a bit of flour at him, which he did in return.

“Knock it off you too.” You loved your younger tween twin siblings, but they definitely got on your nerves sometimes. More like all the time.

“Just tell me!” Groaned your sister as she wiped the flour off her face with a rag.

“I’m actually curious too now.” You chuckle as you cross your arms with the bucket hanging on your arm to the side.

“It’s Miguel O’Hara.” Your brother said proud of his answer. Your eyes widen and cheeks redden.

“Now that’s a man I could see as chief and be a good husband for you.” Your father said as he kept on eye on the cooking meat.

“It’s a pity he is off at war. And it’s been five years since he was back home. Who knows when the men at sea will be back.” Said your mother with a small frown on her face. You internally sigh at your mother’s remarks. Miguel was your childhood best friend. He was three years older than you but the two of you were inseparable when your were kids. The last time you saw him was five years ago when your were still a kid and he was just barely old enough to be an adult.

As the years went by you eventually became use to him not being around, except for every once in a while you got the painful reminder of the lack of his presence. You did wonder what he would look like now after five years. You assumed the same boyish person you grew up with.

“Bye.” You say to your family, not wanting to partake in your future suitor gossip as you walk out of your home towards the farm.

Of course you didn’t think this through when you walked outside as countless men were waiting for you.

“Y/n!”

“Y/n, I brought you your favorite pastries!”

“Y/n, look at this wolf coat i made for you!”

Overwhelmed by the vast amount of gifts and men flocking around you in competition to gain your attention, you quickly walk back into your house as you close the door behind you.

“Y/n? What’s wrong?” Asked your mother as your entire family looks at you, curious and startled by your sudden reappearance back inside.

“Is it possible if I don’t do chores today? There seems to be a sea of men in front of our house.” Your words perked your families interest as they all got up and moved passed you and through the front door. Taking a deep breath you joined them outside.

“It’s the chief!”

“Chief, can I speak with you?”

“Chief!”

“Leo go do your sisters chores. She has more important things to attend to at the moment.” Said your father as he gently took the bucket from your hands and passed it to your brother who groaned in annoyance.

“Don’t start Leo.” Your father gave him a stern look to which your brother straightened up and went on his way to the farm to complete your chores.

“Go back inside the house y/n and I’ll bring one man at a time and tell me if you want to marry him or not.” Your father smiled at you as your mother gently guided you and your sister back in to the house to the main area.

As the hours passed the line of suitors made outside of your house grew smaller.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t see us getting married.” You say to the disappointed man in front of you as he lowered the array of flowers gathered in his hands. You tried to seem remorseful for him, but your response felt automatic as he was, what it felt like the hundredth man you have turned down today.

“Darling, is there anyone who you see fit? You’ve turned down almost the entire village.” Your mother said with concern in her voice.

“We want you to make the decision, but you also need to find someone.” Said your father as he shared the same concern as your mother.

“And I understand that, but I just couldn’t picture standing by any of their sides for the rest of my life as future leaders of our people. How many men are still outside?”

“Three.” Said your father. You bit your lower lip as a nervous habit as anxiety and worries of not finding a suitor began to consume your thoughts. Your mother placed her hand over yours as she smiled at you.

“Try not to worry. We’ll figure it out.”

Your father let the next suitor walk inside the house, but before he could speak a loud horn echoed throughout the air. It was the rest of the men returning from battle. You felt your heart beat out of your chest as the sound of the horn echoed inside your head. They were back which means… so was Miguel.

Ignoring the man before you, you quickly grabbed your sweater as you ran out of the house towards the beach. You weren’t the only one who decided to head to the beach as the entire village left their evening suppers to welcome back loved ones.

By the time you made it to the beach, it was crowded with joyous laughter of reuniting families and couples as well as mournful tears of loved ones lost in battle. Your heart began to ache as you were starting to lose hope on seeing him again. Your fears were washed away when you heard a familiar voice, just deeper. Turning around your froze as your gaze met a familiar pair of warm ruby brown eyes.

As he drew closer to you, you noticed the stark differences. His height. He was significantly taller than you, not the couple inches five years ago. And his build was bigger too, massive even. Guess being in war for that long can make you build a lot of muscle. He was so different yet so familiar at the same time. He placed his hands on your waist when he reached you, lifting you up and twirling you before setting you down again.

“Gods I missed you.” He said as his large coarse hand gently caressed your cheek, which you leaned into his touch as you placed your hand over his.

“I miss you too. I was scared that I never would get to see you again.” You smile up at him as you couldn’t break away from his loving gaze.

“I was scared when I came home you would be married to another man. I hope I’m not too late.” His gaze shifted to different parts of your face to try and guess your facial reaction.

“No your not too late. Just in time in fact. And I passed up quite a few proposals today.”

“You did?” Miguel chuckled.

“Yes, I was hoping for certain man.”

“And has this man proposed to you yet?” Miguel smirked as he lifted your chin slightly, his thumb grazed your lower lip.

“No he hasn’t.” You smile as you shake your head.

“Well let me change that then.” Miguel leaned down as his lips met yours in a loving kiss, which you happily returned. Your lips separated from his, both needing air.

Miguel took your hands into his larger ones as his facial expression turned serious.

“Y/n, my love. I’ll swim and sail on savage seas with never fear of drowning, and I’ll glady ride the waves of life, if you will marry me.” His words made your heart glow as you couldn’t hide your excited smile.

“Yes, a thousand times, yes.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, jumping into his arms as he holds you in a loving embrace. Miguel twirled you around one more time before placing his lips on yours again.

“I think our daughter has found her suitor, dear.” Your mother smiled as she leaned on her husband’s shoulder who loving held her by his side.

“This cause for a celebration!” Your father roared in joy across the excited crowed, as the cheers grew from the chief’s announcement.

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“And that’s the story of when your father proposed to me.”

“That’s so romantic!” Said your daughter as she hugged her wooden doll.

“Did the line of suitors really go across the village?” Said your other daughter who sat next to her younger sister.

“It did. And even after I officially courted your mother, I still had to shoo away suitors hoping to steal her away from me.” Miguel chuckled as he walked in holding your son and your youngest, well for now.

“You know, no one could steal me away from you.” You say as you rub your large round belly after feeling the baby kick.

“I know, my love. And it’s too late now to try. Your stuck with me forever.” Miguel chuckled as he wrapped his free arm around your waist as he brought you close to his side and gave you a loving kiss.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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I hoped you liked this little oneshot🥰

[petriwriting]

Scars. - Remus Lupin X Reader

*Marauders era, Young!Remus. Fluff, Cute Marauders bonding time, insecure remus. Established relationship between Remus and y/n.

Summary: Remus is insecure about his scars for obvious reasons, and so Y/N comforts him and offers reassurance.

A/N: Peter Pettigrew is not a part of this because I refuse to write for that rat boy. My hatred is justified, read the books.

The Potters's house was quiet, although Mr. and Mrs. Potter were on business for the weekend, they kindly offered their home as a place of refuge for their son James and his friends. Y/N and Lily shared the guest room, while the three boys shared James's room.

It was a quiet morning, a Saturday. and the group slowly collected themselves from their rooms and gathered downstairs. Y/n and Lily were the first to be awake, sipping morning tea at the dinner table.

"Good morning love," said James in a sleepy voice, still in his pajamas, wandering over to Lily planting a kiss on her forehead. "good morning," she said cheerfully. "We made some tea if you'd like,"

While the sleepiness wore off, the group became their lively selves again. Once everyone was seated at the table, and had finished their tea, Lily chimed in over the group chatter. "So, Y/N and I had the idea to make everyone breakfast this morning." Y/n turned and smiled. "but we will need more eggs and a few things from the market." Lily proposed, "So you whoever would like to accompany me is welcome, but we need someone to stay and get started on baking."

"I'll go!" Said James right away, loving the thought of accompanying Lily no matter where they went. "We can take my bike, I have an extra helmet," Sirius stated. "We can stay and start on the muffins," Y/n said, who was sitting next to Remus, they shared a short glance and smiled. "that settles it then!" Lily exclaimed excitedly. "I left the instructions on the fridge for you two. Boys, we should go get dressed."

Y/N and Remus broke off from the group, beginning to clean the tea cups and tidy the room by straightening the chairs. Sirius, James, and Lily had gone upstairs, leaving the two in the kitchen. Y/n feared Remus was in a bad mood, he seemed a bit sad today, something unusual though he was typically quiet.

"Everything okay, rem?" Y/n asked, the two stood in the kitchen. Remus seemed to be stuck in his own head.

"Hmm?" Remus uttered. "yeah of course."

"be back in a moment's time!" James said, the three rushing down the stairs. "And please, do not have sex on the kitchen counter, respect the house!" James said with a chuckle, it made Remus roll his eyes back into his head. "Oh, Bugger off James that's gross!" Y/n called back to James with a laugh. The three went outside, and Y/N and Remus could hear the sound of Sirius' motorcycle start. Sirius was elated to take that thing anywhere nowadays, and he had just purchased an extra seat and helmet for it.

Y/N walked over to the fridge, which had lovely handwritten notes with flowers doodled onto the page.

Lily's Blueberry Muffin Recipe :)

Y/n began reading the ingredients, instructing Remus to grab the flour out of the cupboard. "this seems like an easy recipe," Y/n said, grabbing a bowl and a whisk to mix the ingredients as per Lily's instructions.

Thud.

Y/n turned, startled by the noise, only to be met face-to-face with Remus who had accidentally dropped the bag of flour onto himself. He sighed heavily, brushing some of it out of his hair. "Oh Rem," Y/n cooed. "it's fine," Remus said he was off this morning, being a bit frustrated by his mistake didn't help at all. "Why don't you go change, I can gather the rest of the ingridients, love." Remus nodded, heading upstairs to go change his pajamas which were now in fact covered in a white dusting of flour.

Y/n gathered all the ingridients and all the things needed as per Lily's list. It was surely a muggle recipe, slightly different than normal. Humming to themself as they measured out the ingridients.

It had been a bit longer than it would have usually taken for Remus to change, so Y/n thought it was best to check on him. "Remus?" she called from the bottom of the stairs- no answer.

Y/n walked up the stairs and into James' room where Remus was no doubt. Y/n gently pushed the door open to see Remus standing in front of the mirror, examining each of his scars along his chest, arms, and back.

"Remus?" y/n asked gently, Remus was pulled out of his haze of insecurity and turned away from the mirror, but before he could change Y/n wrapped their arms around him from behind.

Y/n knew of his insecurities and his battle with self-esteem. He always questioned why he couldn't look like James, with his luscious hair, or like Sirius, who had so much charm that so many girls were always pining after him, Remus was quiet, studious, and non-flirtatious in that way. "whats wrong, rem?" Y/n asked gently, still holding him from behind.

"Nothing dear," Remus said, but Y/n could tell it wasn't nothing.

He sighed. "I just wonder what I would look like without all these hideous scars," he said.

"I don't think they are hideous. Remus." Y/n said.

"I do." He uttered softly, Y/n gently pulled away, pulling her hand up to trace the scars across his chest. "I hate them." He said.

"I love you the way you are." Y/n offered sweetly.

Remus sighed, putting on his worn-in Gryffindor sweater. "I'm sorry," Remus uttered, looking down, almost embarrassed to look at his partner who loved him unconditionally. It was new to him, being loved like this. "It's all I can think about lately." He admitted.

Y/n stepped closer. "It's okay to feel this way, But you know none of us care about what you look like. We all love you exactly the way you are." Y/n said. Remus finally looked up, with a soft smile.

"I don't deserve you," he said softly. "Nonsense." Y/n insisted. "I love you, nothing will ever change that," Y/n said, stepping closer, taking Remus' face in their hands.

Remus pulled forward for a gentle kiss on y/n's lips. their love was soft and sweet. it was a sentimental moment.

"now we should get back to the muffins," Y/n giggled.

"after you."

[fanfic-she-wrote]

Second Chances

Beetlejuice x Lydia Deetz

Part 1 link

(Contains spoilers for Beetlejuice Beetlejuice⚠️)

Chapter 4

A couple days had passed since Lydia found out about true love’s kiss and unfortunately for her, Astrid couldn’t find anything further on the subject. She even resorted to googling it, but nothing came up except for some old Disney cartoons.

Betelgeuse even noticed something was up. Not only had he caught them in a couple of whispered conversations but also Lydia had been acting different towards him. He thought they were getting pretty close, but the past couple of days she seemed very distant and even a little cranky but only towards him.

So, in an attempt to get back in Lydia’s good graces, he decided he was going to make her a special dinner. As he cooked, he sang and danced around the kitchen while listening to some old Harry Belefonte songs which could be heard throughout the entire house. Luckily for him, Lydia wasn’t home at the moment and wouldn’t be bothered. Astrid on the other hand, was trying to study and found Betelgeuse’s singing very distracting. After about half an hour she couldn’t take it anymore. She closed her notebook and stormed downstairs into the kitchen, pushing the door wide open as she went.

“BJ! What are you doing?” She snapped, suddenly turning off the music.

“Oh hi Astrid! Didn’t know you were home. I’m making you and your mother dinner.” He answered her as he wiped his hands on his “kiss the cook” apron.

“You?” Astrid scoffed raising her eyebrows skeptically.

“What? You think I don’t know how to cook?” Betelgeuse asked turning to face her, feeling slightly offended.

She had to admit it did smell pretty good.

“Why?” She asked peering over his shoulder at the stove trying to see what he was making.

“Well, before I became the guy we all know and love today I was a bachelor and—“ He began, but Astrid interrupted.

“No, I meant why are you cooking us dinner?” She corrected herself.

“Can’t I do something nice for you guys?”

She raised her eyebrows again at him and folded her arms. Betelgeuse sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Ok, Im just trying to get your mom to stop being mad at me.” He admitted. “She’s been acting all weird towards me lately.”

Astrid bit her lip, knowing why he mother had been acting that way. It was because of the whole true love’s kiss thing. She suddenly felt bad for him. He was actually being kind of sweet.

“Anything I can do to help?” She asked unfolding her arms.

Betelgeuse smiled, he hadn’t expected her to offer to help him.

“Well uh, can you dice up this onion for me? You wouldn’t want to see a grown man cry right?” He joked, making a knife appear out of thin air.

Astrid snorted at his joke and took the knife. Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all. She thought to herself as she quietly chopped the onion as he had asked.

Later, dinner was all ready and the table was set. Betelgeuse paced back and forth nervously waiting for Lydia to return home. He just hoped this worked, if not he didn’t know what would.

Suddenly, he heard the lock click and then the front door open. This was it. He thought heading into the entryway. “Hi, BJ!” She greeted him, unbuttoning her coat.

“Here let me help you with that.” Betelgeuse insisted as he suddenly appeared behind her and helped her slip out of her snow covered coat.

“Oh! Thanks!” She said surprised. Why was he being so nice? She wondered.

“Cmon, got dinner all ready for ya.” He told her, holding his arm out to escort her to the dining room. She eyed him suspiciously, but went along with it anyways.

He took her to the dining room and pulled out a chair for her and Astrid, then eventually sat down himself at the end of the table. “Hope you like it!” He said snapping his fingers making the bowl of pasta hover in the air as though an invisible waiter were serving them. Lydia and Astrid watched as their plates filled with spaghetti and meatballs. She looked down at the plate and examined it for a moment. It looked normal enough. She thought. No worms or other things in it that she could see.

Betelgeuse anxiously waited for her to take a bite first hoping she approved. She took a deep breath as she twisted her fork around the pasta and took a tiny bite. “Well?” He asked somewhat impatiently leaning forward. Even Astrid was started to feel nervous.

“It’s good!” Lydia finally answered nodding her head. He let out a sigh of relief and sat back in his chair. Astrid gave him a thumbs up from across the table making him smile.

They ate quietly enjoying their meal listening to some jazz playing softly in the background. Something about this wasn’t right. It was a little too nice, too normal for Betelgeuse. Lydia just couldn’t shake the feeling that he was up to something. Placing her fork down she turned to face him.

“Why are you being so nice? What do you want?” Lydia asked narrowing her eyes at him.

“Nothing. I just wanted to do something for ya.” He answered her honestly. Astrid stopped eating and looked up at them. She could feel the room suddenly become intense.

“You never do something unless there’s something in it for you. What do you want?” She asked again in a low serious tone.

“Nothing! Honestly babes!” Betelgeuse repeated throwing his hands up.

She shook her head and pushed the plate away. “Don’t lie to me Beetlejuice!” She hissed making him flinch.

“Mom!” Astrid gasped.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” Betelgeuse yelled at her.

“You! It’s always something with you!” She snapped standing up, Betelgeuse following suit.

“It’s not this time! I’m just trying to make you happy.” He insisted.

“Mom…stop!” Astrid said pulling on her mother’s sleeve trying to calm her down.

“You want to make me happy? Leave me alone! Stop trying to marry me! I’m not your true love! I can’t change you back. So just do yourself a favor and go find somebody else to haunt!”

“What?” Betelgeuse stood there dumbfounded, not believing what he just heard. How did she know about that?

Without another word, she left the room, her footsteps could be heard heading up the stairs and slowly fading away as she disappeared into her room.

“BJ…” Astrid began, but he didn’t want to hear it. With a puff of smoke, he was gone too leaving her sitting there alone.

She had to tell him. About the book, about true love’s kiss, everything. If he came back…

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[halsteadlover]

Always a Family

*Gif not mine credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader.

• Requested: yes by anon.

• Warnings: talking about infertility and bad writing.

• Word count: 3498.

• A/N: bye I’m so bad at giving titles 💀. I know that’s not good, I’m sorry for how this turned out. Let me know what do you think about this one and if I wasn’t accurate dealing with this topic, I tried my best and I apologize for any mistake. Reblog, like and comment please, I’d love to know your opinions ❤️ my inbox is always open if you want to just talk. Love you, and thank you for your support.

Ever since you were a teenager, you had the desire to become a mother, to find a prince charming with whom to start a family and live happily ever after in a house of your own.

You found your prince charming, the best you could ever ask for, you found the house in which to live happily ever after, but no family, however.

Due to some health problems, when you were just a little girl you were told you’d never be able to conceive and for you the possibility of becoming a mother and having a family would unfortunately have been only and forever a dream.

That part of your life was a part you never told anyone, not even your husband even if he was your rock, your lifeline, your everything, but still the crippling fear he might leave you if he had found out was superior to anything else and prevented you from telling him the whole truth.

When you and Jay met you were going through a period where you didn't have any expectations but he managed to change your mind. You never imagined you’d fall so much in love with that man that you’d end up marrying him, you never thought you wanted to share your life with someone as much as you wished with him. Telling him about your infertility had never been a problem, since initially, as already mentioned, you had no expectations. But as time went by, keeping this part of you inside became more and more difficult and the guilt for hiding such a big thing began to slowly eat you from inside.

For better or for worse, though, things always came to light.

One evening, after dinner, you and Jay were on the sofa cuddling, a bowl of popcorn on your lap while watching a movie. Your head rested on his chest as his arm wrapped around your shoulder, squeezing you warmly against him.

You actually didn't even like the movie, being an action movie, but Jay seemed to thrill and he was so cute and handsome as he was watching tv with so much concentration you didn't have the heart to change channel. You didn't particularly like those kind of movies, perhaps because you spent so much of your time immersed in murders, criminals, drugs and kidnappings, the last thing you wanted was to see something that reminded you of them.

“Baby?” you heard Jay's voice waking you up from the state of sleep you were falling into.

“Mmh?” you answered, opening your eyes and bringing them back to the TV as if you had followed the film step by step. To your surprise – and delight – it was over and you found yourself mentally breathing a sigh of relief.

“Did you miss the ending?” he asked you amused.

“Absolutely not.”

“Oh yeah? And what do you think about it? Did you like it?”.

“Definitely an unprecedented film, a completely unexpected ending and one twist after another, ten out of ten.”

He burst out laughing, holding you closer and filling your cheeks with kisses. “My sleeping beauty. You could’ve told me you didn't like the movie baby.”

“No baby, I enjoyed the movie, it's just that I'm a little bit tired after today.”

Jay planted a kiss on your temple, chuckling after realizing it was obviously a little lie. “I love you so much baby, but now let's go to bed come on.”

“Y/N can I talk to you about something?” Jay asked suddenly, after you settled under the covers, cuddling.

“Of course, spit it out.”

“First of all I want to tell you I don't want to scare you off or anything, it's just something I've been thinking about for a while now and… well… I wanted to tell you about it.”

“Do I have to worry?” you asked amused.

“No, no, of course not,” he spoke, taking your hand in his, his eyes locked in yours. “So… Obviously I'm not talking immediately, like something that's going to happen tomorrow but… Well… What do you think about starting a family? We haven't talked about it much, but do you want to have a baby one day?”.

Your stomach dropped at hearing those words, your heart nearly skipped a beat. Anxiety immediately kicked in though you tried as hard as possible not to show a reaction, to remain neutral.

You reluctantly knew this day would come sooner or later, but you hoped with all your heart it’d delay as long as possible. For an instant all thoughts rushed out of your mind, not having the slightest idea where to begin to tell him his wish would never be granted, at least not with you.

“S-sure baby, I'd be so happy to have a baby with you,” you replied, trying to put on a fake smile and feeling your heart break when you instead saw the radiant smile that appeared on his face, the way his eyes sparkled.

“Are you serious? Do you really want it?”

You tried with every fiber of your being to keep your composure but you couldn't stop your eyes from filling with tears, which however Jay, seized with happiness, thought were tears of joy.

“Yes Jay, there is nothing else in the world I want than to have a family with you,” you replied, telling the sincerest truth. That was true, having a family with your husband was really what you wanted with all your heart.

In a fit of joy he hugged you, squeezing you so hard he took your breath away. But you felt so dirty, hypocritical, a shitty person to prevent him from fulfilling his desire. The tears threatened more and more to escape from your eyes but you managed to find the strength to hold back, not to burst into tears.

You couldn't sleep that night.

The guilt was eating you up from inside, you couldn't drive away that feeling of betrayal.

You felt guilty for hiding something so important from your husband, the person you had to trust most in the world, you felt guilty because you’d never be able to give him something he wanted so much, you felt bad about yourself for not being able to accept you’d never become a mother, you’d never have a baby bump to caress, you’d never experience childbirth, watching your baby grow up.

This sense of guilt coexisted with the disabling fear of losing everything you had built with so much effort. You were fucking afraid of losing the love of your life, that once he found out he’d run away.

You couldn't lie in that bed much longer, feeling an overwhelming feeling of suffocation taking over you. So you got out of bed, trying to be as quiet as possible to try not to wake Jay, who was sleeping peacefully next to you.

But it wasn't long before he noticed your absence.

Jay stretched out his arm to his left, in an attempt to hug you but he immediately realized your absence and this made him wake up suddenly. He propped himself up on his elbows, rubbing his sleep-filled eyes as he tried to adjust his vision to the dark room.

“Y/N? baby?” he called you and after receiving no answer, he moved the covers from over his body and stood up, heading towards the living room. Fear took over him when, seeing you sitting on the couch, he realized you were crying.

“Baby, oh my god are you okay? What is going on? Are you hurt?” he rushed to you, bending down in front of you. You sat with your elbows resting on your knees, your hands covering your face as you sobbed.

“Y/N please talk to me, tell me what's wrong, is something hurting you?” he persisted, his heart pounding, anxiety gripping his stomach. You shook your head, through tears, unable to speak.

“My love, look at me please. You're scaring the shit out of me, please,” he kept asking as his hands caressed your arms. You stood up, wiping away your tears at the same time, but still keeping your face covered. You didn't want him to see you, not like that.

“Baby...” he murmured, then sitting down next to you, starting to caress your back, “I'm here, I won't leave you. Just take a deep breath, I'm here next to you.”

A few moments passed before you to began to calm down a bit.

“Look at me baby,” Jay said, almost in a whisper and when you didn't, he placed two fingers on your chin and turned your head towards him, forcing you to look at him. Your eyes were still red and swollen from the tears, your cheeks wet from them. “It breaks my heart seeing you like this and not being able to help you... My love please talk to me, whatever it is we can solve it, I'm here with you.”

Oh darling, I wish this could be fixed.

You shook your head, the urge to cry threatening to overwhelm you again.

“Y-you'll leave me if I tell you…” you stammered, struggling to maintain eye contact.

A bewildered expression came over Jay's face and in that moment he wondered if you had hit your head somewhere. “What? I hope you're joking, for what kind of reason would I leave you?” he blurted out, dumbfounded “You are my wife, the love of my life, unless you've slept with someone else, there's no way I'm ever going to leave you, just get it out of your mind.”

“What? Absolutely not, it's not that,” you replied immediately.

“I know baby I know, I was just kidding. But you have to tell me what makes you feel like this, I want to help you but I can't do it if you don't talk t-… Oh no, no, no, don't please cry, my love...” he hugged you, squeezing you like never before, one arm around your shoulders while the other hand stroked your hair, “I'm here, I'm here and I will never leave you, I’d die rather and I'm not kidding, whatever happened will never make me walk away from you.”

You continued to cry in his arms, until he pulled away slightly and gently grabbed your face, wiping away the tears streaming down your cheeks with his thumbs.

“You trust me right?”.

“Blindly, with my own life,” you answered without hesitation.

“Then you must have no doubts when I tell you nothing and no one can ever separate me from you, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, grow old with you, I won’t leave you not even in a parallel universe.”

“I'm so scared Jay,” you whispered.

“For what baby?”.

“That you will no longer trust me, that you’ll hate me and look at me differently.”

At that point panic began to take hold of him again.

“Baby you're really worrying me now, did something bad happen? Please tell me.”

Now or never.

“About h-having… Well, having a family…”

Jay breathed a sigh of relief at you, his mind having already planned the worst-case scenarios he could think of. “You don’t want to have kids? It’s okay baby, why didn't you tell me? It's an important thing, don't-...”

“No, no,” you interrupted him “It's just that… God… I really want to start a family too, my love.”

At that point the panic was replaced by confusion. “Baby I really don't understand.”

“I would love a family but the thing is…” you sighed, trying not to cry again “I can't.”

“What do you mean?”.

“Physically, I… I can't have children, I'm completely infertile.”

“Oh.”

There was a moment of silence that seemed to last an eternity. You couldn't read Jay's expression well, you couldn't tell if he was angry, disappointed, scared or whatever.

“Now you're going to leave me right?” you asked in a whisper, your eyes filled with tears again as you looked at him, scared stiff at the answer you’d receive.

“What? Absolutely not my love,” he replied quickly, looking at you as if you were crazy “I'm actually relieved, I thought something really bad had happened.”

“Relieved?”.

“Oh, no, no, sorry baby I didn't mean that, I just really thought the worst for a second,” he explained, feeling guilty at his choice of words. He continued to caress your face while you looked at him carefully as if waiting for a rant from him.

“Do you hate me?”.

“Baby come here,” he said pulling you into a hug. It broke his heart to see you like that, to know you had been so afraid of losing him you preferred to torment yourself rather than tell him about it, and he wasn't angry, he never could be, not about something so delicate you weren't responsible for. God, how could you even think he could hate you? He could leave you? “I love you so damn much, more than anyone else on this planet, I'm so sorry you had to go through this alone, I could never hate you how can you even think about that?”.

“I was so scared to tell you, I thought…” you cried “I thought you were going to leave me.”

Jay broke away from the hug, pointing his green eyes straight into yours. “Baby it's not your fault, I understand why you were so afraid to tell me and I'm so sorry, because I would’ve reassured you that I love you to death, that I will never let go of the best thing that ever happened to me, you don't have to never be afraid to talk to me and express your fears because I will always be by your side, I will support you no matter what happens, you must never doubt this.”

Those words from him threw you even further into an abyss of guilt and despair.

“My baby, God I hate to see you like this,” he whispered, hugging you again.

“I feel awful.”

“Why? You absolutely don't have to.”

“Because you are so amazing and understanding and… And I don't know what I did to deserve you after I kept such an important thing from you…” You stopped for a second due to a sob “I feel like shit because I'm wrong and I can't give you what you most desire, because of me we won't have a family, a child of our own, and… Shit, you'd better leave me… You deserve to…-”

“Okay Y/N now I have to stop you,” Jay interrupted, not even wanting to hear another word of your nonsensical speech. He pulled away from the hug and put his hands on your shoulders, “I don’t want this bullshit to come out of your mouth again, okay? You're not wrong...”

“Can I ask you something?” you asked him, interrupting him in your turn.

“Sure, anything you want.”

“But please tell me the truth. If I told you sooner, would you have changed your mind about me? Would you have continued our relationship?”. For an instant you were terrified of hearing his answer, your heart pounding.

“No love that wouldn't have changed anything and it wouldn't have affected our relationship because I loved you, I love you and I will always love you dearly with all my heart and even now that you told me it doesn't change how my eyes see you. In sickness and in health remember? Through thick and thin,” he answered without hesitation. He took your hand with his, intertwining your fingers, “Y/N, baby, listen to me alright? You're not wrong, it's not your fault and I'm not mad at you, I won't leave you understand? I understand why you didn't tell me sooner and I don't blame you. You know, sometimes our body betrays us, not everything goes the way we want but we don't have to blame ourselves for this. What matters to me is that we are together, there are so many other ways to have a family, there are so many kids out there who are alone and need lots of love. We’re always gonna be a family.”

You nodded, still crying.

“Love it's not your fault, I know that's easy for me to say and hard for you to accept. You make me so happy, you have no idea how much, you really are the best thing that ever happened to me and that won't change my mind.”

“It's not right for you…” you whispered..

“What's not right?”

“To stay with me, you want a baby and I can't have one, it's not fair for you to have to give it up.”

“But we won't give up, as I have already told you there are many children waiting to have a family, that need love and affection. Honestly, there's no other person in the world I'd want to do this with, just you,” he spoke “We can have kids but there’s no one else like you baby.”

“I know…”

“Darling,” he murmured, giving you a kiss on the forehead before continuing to speak “I'm always with you, you know that right? I will always help you, we will face every obstacle together and together we’ll be able to overcome this guilt you feel. One day you’ll be able to understand it's not your fault, that there is no need to feel this way, you’ll be able to truly understand unfortunately life can be bad even with people like you who don't deserve it at all, that you shouldn't let yourself be discouraged and find your strength even in the bad things that happen to you. You’ll be able to forgive yourself one day for feeling wrong, I know, it will take some time, but I know you will because you’re one of the strongest people I have ever known and I will always be with you, at every step you take.”

And that’s it. This was the reason why you married that man, because he understood you, he read you like no one else did, because before you even spoke he was able to understand what was tormenting you.

“I love you so much Jay,” you cried out and that time it was you hugging him, “Thank you for everything, for being so amazing, God I don't know what I’d do without you.”

“I love you so much too, thank you for trusting me.”

You stayed on that sofa for an indefinite amount of time, hugging each other and talking, until the sun started to rise outside. You felt like a heavy weight had been lifted off your shoulders and you thanked the universe for having a man like Jay next to you, not everyone would’ve reacted the way he did, and you felt like the luckiest person on earth to have chosen a gem as rare as him.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked you. You were lying on the sofa, your head resting on his lap as he played with a strand of your hair.

You brought your gaze to him. “About what?”.

“How did you find out?” he asked, “But I don't want you to feel obligated to do this, I know it's delicate for you.”

“No, of course I want to tell you,” you replied “When I was about fifteen I had a uterine fibroid discovered, nothing too serious, it's a benign tumor that could be surgically removed without a hitch but during surgery the surgeons had found the situation was worse than expected and there was a complication, a massive hemorrhage that forced them to remove the uterus.”

“I'm so sorry baby,” he whispered, stroking your hair “Have you ever told anyone about this?”

You shook your head. “If you mean professionally no, my parents continually suggested I had to talk to a psychologist but I always refused, I was just a little girl, you know, I didn't think I needed it and I kept it to myself. I've always pretended nothing happened but, growing up, I realized that maybe I should’ve done it instead. It's traumatic for a 15-year-old to be told she’d never be able to have children and now I'm still bearing the consequences.”

“I'm sorry you had to go through all this alone, especially when you were still too young to even understand what was going on,” he spoke. “But now you are no longer alone, I will always be there at every step you take and above all it is never too late to ask for help if you need it.”

“I know love,” you smiled weakly. “I already feel so much better now that I've told you about it, I'm just sorry I haven't done it sooner, but now I feel like I'm not alone in going through this anymore. Don't get me wrong, I've accepted it by now, but I know that when we’ll expand our family, I have to solve some 'issues’ first.”

Jay smiled at the word when. “When?”

“Of course baby. As someone very important to me told me, there are so many children out there in need of love and a family.”

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[daydream-cement]

 Hiya! Hope you’re having a great day!

Guess who’s back with another platonic Larissa x student! reader request, with a teeny tiny bit of angst in it 😇

Reader spends hours upon hours trying to control their powers, only resulting in minor injuries and ever-growing frustration. At some point they lose the little bit of control they managed to have and end up hurting Larissa, that’s when they break down into a sobbing mess, and the only things that leave their mouth are choked-out apologies.

Try Again

Larissa Weems x Student!Reader

“I’m okay, I promise. Try again.” Principal Weems was adamant, but the damp cloth she held against her head to quell the bleeding. She kept repeating this phrase, but you were all too frustrated with your telekinesis.

You had been trying for hours to lift a stupid book, but your frustration exploded. The book went flying, hitting Principal Weems in the process, and now she sat there bleeding. You couldn’t believe she was encouraging you to try again. What if you hurt her again?

You drop into the chair next to her, unable to stop the tears at this point. Why did you have a power that was so hard to control? You felt like a failure. Now you had the added pressure of potentially hurting others by your lack of control.

You sat and cried. Principal Weems let you cry for a while, her only comfort to you was a soothing hand to your back. As your thoughts kept spinning about your failure as a telekinetic, your sobs became harsher and your breathing was choppy. Larissa set aside the bloodied towel so she could comfort you.

“Shhh, it’s okay, honey. It’s okay.” Principal Weems inched closer, moving to her knees in front of you as she took your hands.

You drew back away from her, “I-I don’t wanna h-hurt you.”

You felt like a little kid again, the way you hiccuped as you tried to speak to Principal Weems. She didn’t look annoyed or upset with you though, instead she smiled gently and opened her arms wide to you.

Regardless of your last statement, you leaned into her, accepting her hug. There you sat for a long while, hugging Principal Weems as she kneeled on the floor before you. When you pulled away, you couldn’t help but glance at the cut on her forehead, your eyes beginning to water again.

Principal Weems stopped you before you could begin sobbing again, “No, no, no. I am alright. I’ve seen much worse when helping students control powers. My first year, I had parents send their student here without telling her she was a werewolf. Guess who was in the room with her when she turned for the first time.”

With that story, Principal Weems pulled up a sleeve to reveal the scars of scratch marks on her arm, “I’m very lucky it wasn’t a bite. I’d be a shapeshifting werewolf. That just sounds like the beginning of a bad joke.”

Principal Weems story made you laugh, brightening your mood a bit. You were tired and still emotional, you didn’t want to keep trying on your telekinetic powers today.

“We will try again next time. Tonight, I want you to go back to your dorm room and hang out with your roommate or do something fun. It takes practice to control our powers. You will get it. We will just have to try again.” With that Principal Weems stood, pulling you up with her. She put her hands on your face and wiped the tears with her thumbs. She pulled you into a final hug, placing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Thank you.” You whisper, trying not to fall back into another bout of crying.

Principal Weems pulled away from you and reached down to a bowl on her desk. She pressed a candy into your hand with a smile, “Of course, dear. Now run along.”

[pbandjesse]

I really thought I wasn't going to be exhausted today. I was like I'm going to get home at 11 and the ln I'll just go to sleep normal and have a nice day off at home and get lots done. But I was a fool to think that!!

I did get home at 11. The event wrapped up pretty quickly and it was lovely working with everyone. There was a live auction and one of the prizes was a bunch of lottery tickets they stuck in a pumpkin. But the woman who won that was flying and so she didn't want the actual pumpkin so I got to keep it! Excellent. It was honestly larger then I should have been picking up but it's fine. I didn't drop it.

I got home and took a shower and was scrolling on my phone entirely to long. Just winding down. Hugging James. And eventually I was able to sleep.

It was honestly better sleep then I have had the last week. I woke up a few times but not as many and I think it's because I wasn't waking up to pee and then immediately drinking a ton of water every time because I was thirsty. But I did sleep a little better.

I woke up at 9. I don't even remember James leaving for work which made me a little sad. I was moving really slow this morning. But pretty quickly I was shocked awake because I got up and was like. Gotta plug in my phone. And immediately knocked over the new humidifier and spilled water all over my phone. Incredible way to start the day. I moved quick enough to rip my case off and dried it all off and it was fine just Jesus.

I took an excellent shower. I washed my hair and felt a lot more normal. I was sure I was full of energy and would have an excellent and productive day. But it didn't exactly work out like that.

I made the bed and wore cozy clothes. I went and had the breakfast sandwich James made me. I brought it upstairs and sat at my desk. It was a nice morning.

I would go downstairs to work on the sewing machine for a little bit. I got another color set of frog legs sewn. But I was not feeling sitting there so I gather one of my knit projects that needed sewing and brought it upstairs to work.

I did stop and checked on Crabcake. He has needed me to come and move him into the food bowl for him to eat. I think he's a little sleepy/bored as the house gets cooler. I will have to get him to walk around the room outside of his tank. Don't want him to be bored.

I would sit on the floor in our bedroom working on this floor mat project for a while. But after an hour I was just. So tired. I didn't really do much so I don't even understand why I became so overwhelmingly exhausted but it was wild. I was able to sew two rows closed and together. 3 more to go and I really wanted to finish that today but there was no way I was going to be able to keep going at that point.

I would lay down to watch a video. I was feeling very unwell and off. I was just not having a very good time. I would eventually fall asleep but it wasn't a very restful sleep. I woke up thirsty and tired and feeling weird.

I tried to shake it off. I drank water and moved downstairs and had a snack. I just wanted James to come home.

They were running late because of the event tonight. I was feeling a little better after my snack. I had the backdoor open and was working on .u temperature blanket. I have all the panels through the end of August put together now. I plan on getting all the yarn cut this week for September so I can work on that during our drive to Gabe's wedding weekend next week. Maybe I'll get October cut out too even though the total month won't be done. That's alright.

James would get home and I was not feeling great again. They came and cuddled me and it helped a little. They would make dinner. And we talked about baby. It's the 18th and the start of the 18th week. And I know I was feeling bad yesterday about everything but looking at the belly pictures I have been taking every Friday I am rounding out in the middle. So that's neat. I just really hope they are okay in there.

After dinner James would come and lay with me on the couch while they worked on editing their podcast. I was just scrolling on my phone. Eventually I would go lay upstairs because I needed different pillows. James would come up here eventually but they would go and hang a shelf on the stairwell (it didn't exactly fit so they had to cut it down a bit. Pictured above). But it should be good for displaying some of the Legos and other small sculptural things!

I would take a bath. And I put peppermint Dr Bronners in the water and so then I was so chilly after. But now I'm bundled in bed. Trying to be comfortable. I am just so tired.

Tomorrow I have a workshop at awah. I am a little confused about the layout but I'll figure it out when I get there. It should be a nice couple hours. And hopefully I am not to exhausted anymore.

I hope you all have a good night. Sleep well and be safe! Until tomorrow!

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9.17.23 Tuesday

1:02 am

Still,have windblow....

I can't sleep yet... But I'm energized by the coffee I've seen somewhere a latte in the magic jar here... My system badly need a coffee... If I don't have coffee intake, I feel weak and I feel so down...

Uncle DD and Aunt Karen, they can't even give me a decaffinated Nescafe Blue, Coffee Mate and Sugar.... What a bad character! Anyways, I don't like the 3 of them including Ivan the kid. I was really angry that morning coz accusation or allegations on me that I did something on their plastics toilet bowl, made me super angry! Why,should I damage their toilet bowl??? Am I crazy?or they are crazy?

I'm on "Dexter", I really admire how calm he is... His pychological state and emotion control are both amazing... Even his sex state is in control...

2:23 am

Still, have windblow...

Still, why people are liftin' up someone and trying to drag my name that I'm not with them for so long...

Again, if Mitch knew something time will come that I should know....Did Mitch do the movement? Was it for me or for something? I just don't want being abandon on the things that she planned from the past years... But I can truly suppport her, if she is the chosen one than me... I just wanna know her contract, if there is to be fair on me.....

It suddenly pop-up in my head it is the birthday of Brien,my high-school friend and X who is closer to Leonor Jacinto that I hate so much these days...

I'm just wonderin' why their old house in area-1 it seemed they made it a shop, selling stuff like the stuff of my X-Ryan...Actually, I observed that a long time ago.... Did my X-Ryan possibly link to Brien? Well, this is just a tribute issue since I suddenly remember that today is Brien's birthday.... Why,did I say that probably Brien linked to my X-Ryan? Coz from the past months I saw their old house in area-1,it became a shop of stuff that are liked by my X-Ryan, specifically the "reggae" stuff....I just saw it from the past months when I went to SM or John's clinic and my route was passing there... I was wondering now,if Brien got our lost mobile which some of our hot love were there... Hmmm.... ( me and my X-Ryan ).

We had our record of hot stuff there coz we were an item as past partner's... ( Ryan & I )...

My X-Ryan loves reggae songs... He loves reggae stuff, like a reggae printed bonnet... Brien also love bonnet but on just plain color either dark blue or black.

Why, I hate Leonor Jacinto, my friend during high school but she is as well closer to Brien and always on the side of Brien... Jerlyn said Leonor and Brien had something like they went to bed something like that...Brien called her mommy for something like sucking a milk bottle, that was pointed by Jerlyn who became a bit closer to Brien as well and I think they slept together as well... This story was during high school...

I'm just wondering if Brien saw my hot love on my X-Ryan or my X-Ryan was just somewhere, I can't just imagine if he opened a shop and renting there at the old house of Brien in area-1...

Happy Birthday Bryan... Brien and Ryan...

Hahahaha Who is the guilty one or 2???

This is the favorite song of my X-Ryan....

2:57 am

Still, have windblow...

Last call! Attention!

Whoever got our old phone, I hope I look good on that... You got it, you wanna see it. I'm not a sinner but you! I hope I look good on that hot love filmed of Ryan and I...

It was past... It was art and it wasn't my fault if someone wanted to copy... I hope you will give a help on somethig coz it is my style... It can be money...

The one who got it probably craving for that hot moves... I'm so flattered!

I'm so flattered! I'm so proud of myself.... I know how to love....Shake your booty! Feel every rhythm of it....It can be a trademark moves from Rocky to JP and to the last one...

Whoever got the copy please I have a coin banks here... Be fair... Lemme know and will probably teach you some tricks...

Hey! You forgot to get me baby, I'm so fucking mad... Time limit... I will be with my cousin-white now...

3:10 am

Anyways, I'm so fucking flattered that someone who got our phone which we filmed some of the hot moves... Yeah know....Supposed to be a memory of my youth...

Did you copy my moves? Learn how to LOVE!

That's FRIENDS!!!

3:26 am

Still, have windblow...

I want my cousin-white, I wonder what is his moan... I think more of an american moaning. Hahaha I really like my cousin-white on my Aunt Ten2x...

Probably, I will bring a handcuff for my cousin-white....

9 am

Still,have windblow...

Weird, someone can hack my phone from Saint Peter Area G??? That is not my location or people from there wanted to kill me to put on Saint Peter Funeral House... People are mean people here in the Philippines...

Some Cavite are traitors like I'm not sure if an artist on TV came from Area G here....I don't actually dwell on irreligious people...

Hoping and praying that God would make me and people who are truly good to me, make us live like a dinosaur...

12:17 noon

Still, have windblow...

John is on his rebel state but as his mommy Peachy, he can't win on me...He needs to finish his 1 and 1/2 cup of food this lunchie whether he likes it or not... He is on force-feed... He wanted to go out, angels....Stubborn state of John...

1:55 pm

Still,have windblow...

I wanna do the rumuor thing on my cousin-white...

6:42 pm

Still, have windblow...

We went out John and I,he pooped outside...Usually, I always pick it up but awhile ago, I wasn't able to pick it up coz I was calming John coz he was always excited to go out and at the very beginning he will always do "zoomies". A crazy exciting behaviour of dogs ( zoomies ). Then, a car smashed the poops that supposed to be I will pick it up...Next time after he poops, right away I need to pick-up his poops... We have etiquette angels... I'm just being defensive!

7:21 pm

Still, have windblow...

Still, in force feed on John....Angels of life please extend our lives.... I gave him an another 1 and 1/2 cup of foodish... If they will kill John, next me...

I have no guilty emotions on my family members or old fakers friends who got the rituals...

My 7 year old boy is having a different behaviour... Probably, someone is whisperin' him not to eat but I force fed him like a stubborn 6 or 7 year old boy...

7:27 pm

Still, have windblow...

Thank God I feel ohkay but both of my eyes are reddish but I feel ohkay... It seems I'm crying but I'm not... But I'm super stress and worrying on money and John...

11:26 pm

Still, have windblow...

Please make us dinosaur, angels of life...

My baby is sleeping already...

[scourge-lover]

Pancakes

Pancakes were not the fanciest food, but they got the job done. The way Arthas made them, they were buttery crisp on the edges and fluffy on the inside. He created a delicious pile of them for the three kids he had to feed. He had learned how to cook oatmeal decently, but he preferred to make pancakes. 

He took the tray of pancakes into the newly renovated dining room. What used to be one of Arthas’s personal torture chambers and adjacent prison cell were now kitchen and dining room. The silk covered table hid the blood-stained drain in the middle of the floor, and the chains hanging above were convenient to hang lights from. 

Sapphire, Ethan and Chompers were all sitting scattered at the table. One cultist stood in the corner, ready to serve as needed. Sapphire had a bowl in front of her. Ethan already had a box of pastries in front of him. He was just about to bite into a golden pastry decorated with frosting when he saw Arthas. He immediately put down the pastry. Sapphire did not see Arthas until she scooped up a mouthful of Pandaren noodles. She froze briefly, then slurped them up. 

“Uh, we were just-” Ethan started.

Arthas set down the pancakes. “I guess I make pancakes a bit too much.”

Ethan started to put up his treat into the bakery box, but Sapphire stopped him.

“Don’t start feeling bad for him! You didn’t feel bad ordering at the bakery.” 

Ethan ate a bit of his treat, clearly enjoying it. He gave Arthas an apologetic look.

“Sorry, Uncle. But I needed a break from pancakes and military rations. Dalaran is so close!”

Before Arthas became too deflated, Chompers looked up at him with those large eyes and pounded her little paws onto the table. She bared her teeth dangerously. 

“Gimme pancakes!” She demanded. Arthas slid the entire plate over to the tiny little girl. Her eyes widened into saucers. 

“Not only do you get to eat as much as you want, but you can have as much syrup on them as you like.”

He gestured toward the cultist, who went off to get syrup. Chompers did not wait for it, snatching up the top pancake with both paws. She munched it noisily. 

“Pancake!” She said, spitting out wet chunks. Her little tail wagged furiously. She never complained about Arthas’s cooking.

Arthas gave Sapphire and Ethan withering looks. “Chompers is my favorite child today.” 

Sapphire rolled her eyes and slurped more noodles. 

[mystycl-official]

eddie’s pizza delivery

hello silent hill fans today i wrote a SH2 fanfic as a joke but then it became legit

thanks @devil-hunter-kage @rosycheekedcutie for helping with the concept and artwork LMAO

how the heck did eddie get pizza in silent hill??? he called a delivery, obviously! here's what went down.

cw: guns, minor violence

wattpad upload

"this is domino's pizza, how can i help you?" "yeah, i'd like a large meat lovers pizza for delivery at pete's bowl-o-rama in silent hill." when i heard that name 'silent hill'... i know i've heard it somewhere before... "okay, will that be cash or card?" "cash." "alright, that'll be $14.96. delivery will take approximately 45 minutes. have a nice night!" and that... was only the beginning of my night. about 15 minutes passed, "i'm headed out for my delivery!" "okay, stay safe!" i wish i had taken my peer's warning to heart, as i had no idea what was awaiting me... in silent hill.

as i was approaching my destination, fear struck my heart. what's with all the fog... the roads... the trees... they were all dead and just... a wreck. then it came to me... silent hill- i've heard of it. it's that infamous ghost town! that one that's supposed to have a "curse" upon it. the fear within me then crashed upon my stomach. what was i going to do? i can't go back now... i've already come this far. the "curse" can't be real, can it? it's all just an old wives' tale, right?

and then... i reached the dead end. there it was in front of me; the big sign that said "welcome to silent hill". there were no other options but for me to step out of my car and walk the rest of the way. i looked down at my phone's GPS... the bowling alley was on the other side of town! and i had thought my anxiety couldn't get any worse...

i took a deep breath... or maybe a few. grabbing the carrying bag, i stepped out of the car. the cool fog sent a chill down my spine. maybe if i tried to get through quickly it wouldn't be so bad...? and so i began to sprint my way through. i was next to a pier... at least i could enjoy the view from the lake. the fog over-top the lake was chilling but... beautiful, in a way. i could even see a bit of what looked like a theme park in the distance; i wondered what the history behind it was. the "curse" just had to be a wives' tale!

but i was brought out of my thoughts as i heard noise in the distance. i froze in place. there it was again. i began to run as i feared i was now being chased. by what? who knows. now in town, i thought it'd be best for me to run inside the nearest building. i slammed the door behind me and searched for any kind of weight to place in front of it. a chair... well, whatever. it was something, as i needed breath. after regaining myself, i looked up and around me. i needed something to defend myself if there were wild animals around. unfortunately, the bar didn't have anything, but i'll keep an eye out.

it was time i leave the bar. i took more deep breaths before removing the chair and stepping out... and then running! i thought the animal had run off but... i was only greeted by even more! but wait... those weren't animals... they... were like monsters! creatures that resembled dogs but with two heads... weird fusions between bats and pterodactyls... and a jumbled mess of human legs? what was i even looking at?! this was my sign to run even faster. but it was also their sign to chase equally as fast. the "pterodactyl" swooped in at me... it knocked me to the ground and quickly charged in toward my face...

but then i heard a gun shot, knocking it out of the sky. the other monsters' focus was shifted toward whoever it was that saved me. shaking, i analyzed my injury; luckily, it was only mild. more gun shots went off, scaring the other creatures away. after, the person walked over to help me up. "you need to be more careful" "ah... yeah. i know..." he held a hand out to pull me up, "i'm james sunderland. what's someone like you doing in silent hill?" "oh, uh... i had a delivery in town." i picked up the pizza carrying bag. "in silent hill?" james looked extremely confused. "i... didn't know about this town until i actually got here. i tried to find something to defend with but... found nothing." "where are you headed for your delivery?" "uh..." i had to glance down at my phone for the name, "pete's bowl-o-rama..." "luckily, it's not much further from here. right... over... there." he pointed at the building. "thanks. good luck, james." he nodded, "same for you." and we headed our separate ways. i kept sprinting. not much further, not much further! i had to keep reminding myself. when i heard noises, the sprint shifted to a run. not much further!

and there my destination was, its name on a big sign like from the 1950s. i peeked through the door, "hello, anyone call for a pizza delivery?" i saw someone sitting at a table; they looked like they were asleep or... even worse. so i stepped through the door. i approached slowly, sitting the pizza on the table, "excuse me? we've got a delivery." he jumped awake, "huh?! oh! finally, the pizza!" thank god he was alive! "um... that'll be $14.96, sir." "huh? did you look at me weird?" he glanced at me, raising an eyebrow. "no, sir, i need your payment." my voice softened with anxiety. he stood above me- he had a gun in his hand, "are you trying to bully me?!?! I'LL KILL YOU TOO!"

[tary289]

500 Days

Fuck it tehe, i wrote this in like 20 minutes take it, its word vomit, and uber bad but i dont really care cause its like about to be 1 am and im still not tired, lots of twd referances cause i love that, judge me, be cruel, kinda wanna see how bad it really is, protagonist is unnamed cause im very bad at names.

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I woke from my slumber, like every other person. I checked my digital watch, and it read Wednesday, August 8th, 6:02 AM. The watch didn't say the year, but that was fine, as that information was not yet bygone to me. 

Mudi was still asleep next to me, my only friend while the world ended, he's such a good dog.

I rose from the comfort of my mattress and just lurked for a few minutes, eventually I heard Mudi rise too, and he came running for his food which I had already placed into his bowl. Today was day 500, a milestone if you will. I would be lost trying to tell how long it's been with just the watch, so I've been keeping track of money which now holds no value.

One day is one more penny into the tray, after five days the pennies are replaced with one nickel, after 10 days the nickels were replaced with one dime, 25 days and the two dimes and one nickel became a quarter and so on, I replaced the twin two dollar, three quarters, 2 dimes and four pennies with a five dollar bill. It's reminiscent of a collection basket I would witness go down the pew I sat in and when it reached me I would swiftly put in some pennies I dug up from the couch cushions at home. 

With a newfound wakeful mind, I collected my things and left out the door, Mudi shortly behind me. The birds greeted me with their songs as I and company went to the nearby river to collect fish, which I loathed. This life may keep me humble, and humble I've become. I used to loathe the taste of seafood, but now I look forward to it, although perhaps that's because of the lack of any other food.

I had a comfortable schedule, in the dawn I fished, not with a fishing rod. No, that's too tedious, I employ a sharpened pool cue, technically a spear. It's my instrument. But I still know not what my symphony is.

Time passed, bucket filled, legs waterlogged. It was time to return home. I’ll bore you not with details, I placed the fish into my makeshift salt box and continued on with my schedule.

Checking on the water collectors on the roof, and they were all fine and untouched, but I needed something to occupy myself with so I left to find something else. I could raid some more of the town, make my ever-growing collection of canned goods grinder, find some new literature, maybe some more clothes, medical supplies would be nice as I've only really found prescription drugs for some pain which I lack.

So with Mudi at my side we go into the small township which is Blackwood. I never knew this place before it all, it's funny how the end of the world caused me to migrate across the country. I always knew this town as devoid of people, just Mudi and I.

We spent the rest of the day going through buildings, collecting anything which could be of use, books, magazines, canned foods, clothes, medicine, alcohol (for when I'm of age of course), vinyls, a little bit of everything really. I finally found a vinyl I've been looking for, “Just the two of us” by Grover Washington. It was my parent's favorite, sadly I lack the necessary materials to play it but It's nice to have.

My day was done as the sun rested, the most important part of the day was upon me, messages to others. I lit the bonfire I constructed on my house's roof, stronger enough so it appears as a small orange glint in the distance from my fellow survivors. And after a few minutes, I saw those five specks appear in the distance. 

The paper with Morse code scribbled onto it in my hand I signaled “SAFE” and I received the same message from the five other lights. Why did we not meet up? Perhaps to not disrupt the life we have cultivated with the complication of others? That's why I remain here, at least.

I put out my fire after cooking dinner, charred lake fish, I put out the fire and saw the other specks disappear. Mudi and I ate on the roof of the warehouse now home, gazing into the stars beyond us.

Then a rumble, Mudi bolts down the stairs of the open door into the safety of our home, I look above and there it is, one of those things, I still don't know if they have an official name but I've dubbed them Drifters, they come and go at random intervals, I've grown used to them, well giant hunks of metal floating in the sky will always be an oddity. They do not bother me as much as they used to.

I kind of like watching them now, as they drift into a destination beyond my sight below the horizon. Though I decide to call it a night, it's spaghetti Thursday tomorrow, just need to find some spaghetti. 

[casspurrjoybell-29]

Forging Ties - Chapter 20 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Hamish walked into the galley in search of something for lunch and found Perry.

He had on long rubber gloves that reached up to his elbows and was holding a mixing bowl.

Despite the relatively small size of the ship, Hamish had hardly seen Perry since they'd boarded.

"Oh." Perry set the bowl on the counter and pointed down at it.

"I'm just..."

Hamish nodded.

"What are you making?"

"Bread. It won't be done until tomorrow because, well, it's a process. You're welcome to have some when it's ready, but I understand if you'd rather not."

"Sounds great."

Hamish sat down at the small table in the middle of the room.

"Do you eat? Sorry if that's a stupid question but I don't think you had anything when we went to dinner the other night and you don't show up for meals."

"I prefer to eat in private," Perry replied as he went back to stirring his bowl of bread ingredients.

"It's rather a sight and not something I would want to subject people to when they're trying to enjoy their own meals. Not having lips makes things a bit messy."

"The Fae weren't so kind to you, huh?"

Perry gave a half shrug.

"I don't blame them for all this. I found myself with a broken down truck in the middle of a desert I needed to cross with a heavy pack of supplies my people couldn't do without. The Fae that found me stayed with me the whole way, bringing me back over and over again. It knew I was willing to give up everything to make it home, so how could I blame it for that?"

"I suppose that's life sometimes, even with the benefit of magic. There aren't always easy options."

Perry poured some flour into the bowl with his dough and began kneading it together.

"You're a human, aren't you?"

"Yes."

Perry nodded.

"I was too, before all this. My people were engineers, scientists, scholars. Snobs, if I'm honest."

Hamish let out a breath of laughter.

"We thought we were better than everyone. A little community made up of humanity's greatest, though of course too noble and intelligent to stoop to the level of helping the rest of the human race with a war they were badly losing."

Hamish set his elbow on the table and propped his chin up on his hand.

"Is that such a bad thing, considering?"

"No but when things got desperate, we closed the gates. I read through all the old records in the weeks after I got back from that final trip. We made the calculations, figured out how many people we could take in without putting ourselves at risk and then we tossed those calculations out because we didn't want ordinary people polluting our perfect little community."

Perry sprinkled some more flour into the bowl.

"That was generations before my time, of course but it's not like we'd changed at all. One of my closest friends when I was young was apprenticed outside of the community when she was twelve because she was a slow learner. But when you do fit in, you think it could never happen to you..."

"They kicked you out for looking like that?"

"Not right away but... yes. After a time, it became clear I was no longer welcome."

Hamish shook his head.

"Fuck them, then. Bet you regretted crossing that desert for them after that."

"You know I did, for a time but then I realised that made no sense. No matter how cruel they were to me, I wouldn't wish death on any one of them. If that's the case, then if there is even one person in that community I would have given my life for, how can I regret it? My young nephew is alive today because I brought back the materials we needed to repair our solar panels. The last time he saw me, he screamed and then cried inconsolably for two hours straight but he was three at the time so I can hardly hold that against him."

"I guess that makes sense. Just... man. I'd be resentful."

"Oh, no, no, make no mistake, I am terribly resentful."

Perry gave the dough a gentle punch with his gloved fist.

"It's just interesting how we can view a community as an entity in itself that is far worse and more deserving of wrath than any one of the individuals who are a part of it."

"We passed through another community of humans on our way here. They were so different from the humans I grew up around. Much more accepting."

"Well, not to malign them but you don't stay a group of anything in this weird, wild world if you're truly accepting."

Hamish tipped his head in acknowledgement.

"They were great hosts but you may have a point there. I know Duran wasn't fully comfortable around them but I would hardly expect him to be."

"Hmm," Perry said.

"He was telling me a bit about his past the other night. I'm surprised the two of you are so close, all things considered. Are you... together?"

"Well, I mean, I don't do monogamy and he's not looking for that right now either but..." Hamish shrugged.

"I feel like we have far too few categories for the different kinds of relationships you can have with another person. Or maybe having categories at all is too restrictive. I have a lot of different feelings for a lot of different people but they're all genuine and deep. The factual answer is that Duran is my friend and that sometimes we're intimate. It's also true that I love him. That's not something I usually say, though because people have some very specific ideas about what love should mean that don't really apply to my view of the world."

"That's a much longer answer than I had expected."

Hamish laughed.

"Sorry. I guess I've just been musing on these sorts of things a bit and if you say your musings out loud to the people who are actually involved, it's a lot more consequential."

"Ah, I see. Well, I don't mind at all. You listened to me. I appreciate that."

"Yeah, of course. There's so much I don't know about the world. I'm always open to learning more."

"Well, knowledge is the one thing I do have," Perry said as he covered the bowl of dough with a cloth.

"I'll leave that to rise. Do you read at all? I have some books in my luggage that might interest you."

"Sounds great," Hamish said. "Lead the way."

[elizainjapan]

June 11th- Himeji-jo

Surprise! We went to another temple! Today was a bit of a late start for Sam and me because we woke up to a silly quiz. It wasn’t too bad, but we missed breakfast. The train to Himeji was about 2 hours-ish, which gave me ample time to update my playlists and watch K-pop dance practices. I looked wistfully and mysteriously out of the window too! At Himeji, Casey, Sam, Julie, Chelsea, Aulora, and I got pasta at Prontos that made my tummy hurt a little, but then it settled. It turned out that I was the lucky one with stomach issues in the group today. Poor Sammy did not fare as well. As we walked closer to the castle, I realized how huge it was. Yes, it was built on a hill, but you don’t realize how tall it is until you walk up it for 2 hours. The first part of the grounds showed where Princess Sen (the granddaughter of Ieyesu) lived when she was in her happy marriage. Unfortunately, she did not stay happy for long because her husband, son, and mother died quickly after, and she became a nun. The barracks were cool though! Then we started the hike up the 6-floor castle, and the view from the top was worth it. We didn’t do much else in Himeji after so we took the train home. Sam was too sleepy to go to dinner, so I went to a steak place with Chelsea, Julie, and Casey where I had a delicious rice bowl. I was craving my daily sweet treat, so I met up with Sam at Baskin Robins for the night’s dessert!

Academic Reflection-

Today’s reading spoke mainly about the castle towns that we visited today. Even though Himeji-jo is the best preserved on from the 17th century, there were hundreds of them in the past. One of the primary things that I found interesting was the layout of these towns. The Daimyo was believed to regulate most of the urban planning because commoners would follow where the wealth went, and the rich would need supplies for their homes. Daimyo would build their castles on high grounds for better fortification and would place multiple rings of defenses around them. In the barracks we visited, we saw the little shoots where archers could shoot from and rocks could be dropped.

The most noticeable feature of these castles is the walls themselves. Not only are they very tall, but they are slanted inward and very pointed. The reading explained that this was to distribute the weight more evenly, but it made the building look very interesting. When these castles were being built, daimyo would ask the commoners to donate any stones they had. One commoner donated his millstone, which turned out to be a very important symbol of the commoner's devotion.

[chinahatbeach]

Thoughts for Today

Sunday. A day of rest. And as I look outside to the fog, I do not want to venture outside. The doggos are comfy on the couch. I totally understand them. I may venture out for a bit to run an errand. It’s Super Bowl Sunday….. and it doesn’t make any difference to me. People go all out cooking and having people over…… I rather not. The last big super bowl party I went to wasn’t much. That was the one where Janet Jackson had an outfit malfunction. I do know that this year’s super bowl will have Christian ads on it. Hopefully that theme will go far in this arena.

This past week has been one of up’s and down’s. There has been sad news. There has been glimmers of hope. Life doesn’t always give you rainbows and unicorns. The good with the bad is what truly happens. And we continue on.

I find simple things to uplift me when things are sad and wear you down. I colored my hair. Yeah, of all the things that make me feel better, coloring my hair is one of them. I had thought of allowing the gray to weave it’s way into my world but I don’t want it and I shall not have it. I went to Madison Reed color bar over in Tanasbourne Mall and got a great kit and brought it home. I have bought their products over the internet and find them to be of great quality. I save money coloring my hair at home. I don’t mind getting it done in a shop but having them wash my hair and do assorted things with me in that chair………well, it kills my back and neck. For women who have had their hair done at a salon, you understand the rinsing of your hair with that bowl and that wonky chair. After having back and neck issues in the last month, I just couldn’t do that. So, I got a great color, no gray hair, and a happy feeling.

I find other simple things that make me happy………. a good meal, a comfy sweater, a clean house, and a peaceful day. Oh, my pair of jeans that have holes in them. Yes, I bought them that way. I grew up having holes in my jeans. They became that way due to me playing so hard outside. My mom would cut off the legs for shorts in the summer due to this. My parents would have a fit with the fashion of today. I wear those jeans and smile that I get away with something that drove my parent’s crazy back then.

And today I think of all the “coping mechanisms” we use in day to day life. Google gives this definition to coping mechanisms: Coping mechanisms are the strategies people often use in the face of stress and/or trauma to help manage painful or difficult emotions. Coping mechanisms can help people adjust to stressful events while helping them maintain their emotional well-being.

Hmm……. super bowl Sunday…….. drinking to excess. That drinking part is a coping mechanism for many. This is one of the days where people drink and drive. Why get drunk when watching football? I have never understood the attraction of getting drunk when watching it. Yeah, I have never used booze to cope in life. Life has enough troubles and why get a hang over and feel like dog poo.

Well, guess I better go make some bacon and drink more coffee. I hear ship’s fog horns out on the river. I hope for sunshine to come soon. I love laying on the couch surrounded by my doggos and the sun shining in the windows.

Have a good week ahead…..

And that’s the way it is…………..