#whoever the universe planned for me is in for a pickle

[forever-eternal]

Hello 👋 have some refs and the rules of one of my Undertale AU’s, Fated Souls.

Rules of Fated Souls:

•The four are the fallen humans. The Monsters only need one SOUL.

•Quena is trying to keep her family safe, as the adult and oldest sibling

•She hadn’t planned on coming back up. If it was just her, she would’ve gladly given her SOUL.

•But, she’s not the only one. Her baby siblings are here. She’s getting them out, no matter what.

•Riley is the second oldest, the older twin, but she’s only 10. She’s scared and just wants her big sister.

•She’ll do her best to be brave, because Quena’s always been brave for them.

•Emily is the younger twin, she’s incredibly shy. She’ll speak up when someone says something bad about her family, but she prefers to avoid confrontation.

•She wants to do whats right.

•Nicolas, Nicki, is the youngest. The only brother. He’s afraid, so, so afraid.

•Despite his fear, he was taught to be kind.

•They MUST complete at least 1 (one) of each run

•Usually forced to do more than one of Neutral and Genocide

•Quena is the one usually in charge of the Encounters. Unless she dies, of course.

•If its a Pacifist, whoever died comes back at the next SAVE. If its Neutral or Genocide, they don’t come back until the next RESET. In Genocide, there is a chance they don’t come back until the next Universe.

•Once FATE is satisfied with their amount of runs, the next RESET drops them in a new Universe

•The only reason they know they’re not dreaming is the items they collect or things they write down not vanishing each RESET. Quena keeps a journal of it all, the pages never seem to end.

•They are Not having a Good Time, but they’re pretending every thing is fine in the happier timelines

•It doesn’t always stay that way

This AU can be jokes and memes, but there’s a lot of violence, suicidal ideation, and self-sacrifice—especially from Quena. You think she’d let anything happen to them?

CHARACTER INFO:

Quena:

•Oldest Child

•Main SOUL trait is Patience, with Perseverance, Justice, and Determination woven in

•College Student for Mechanical and Computer Engineering.

•Good at Math on the fly, rarely ever needs to write equations down.

•Strained relationship with Mother, less said about Father the better.

•Father was neglectful and abusive, her Mom was trapped doing everything. Quena pretty much raised her siblings in a house with two parents.

•Depressed with Self-Harmful Habits and Tendencies.

•Jumped as a way of suicide, mixed feelings about surviving

•Several Timelines and Universes where she commits to the act, almost always followed by a RESET

•Genocide affects her mental state heavily.

•Carries around a knife, first to figure out how to turn her SOUL into a physical weapon

•First item she grabbed in the Underground was a backpack capable of carrying anything. Often uses it to carry siblings in more dangerous universes, or if they need to get somewhere fast.

•Self sacrifice to the extreme, mental state gets worse in bad runs if one of her siblings dies.

•Also willing to throw herself in front of Innocent Monsters in Violent Universes

•The One Who Does Phone Calls

•”Excuse Me, they asked for no pickles.”

•Jokes self-deprecatingly to hide her depression

•Family, Friends, anyone else with that brand? She’s your biggest hype-man. No low self-esteem in her house (that’s her job)

•Will rarely resort to violence in front of her siblings, but will if necessary

•Can actually be incredibly scary if she wants to be. Doesn’t usually want to be.

•Gives the best hugs, very comforting. Perfect pressure and warmth, like a shield against everything wrong in the world.

•Does not remember the last time she slept.

•Calls everyone ‘buddy’ and ‘pal’. Does she know you? No idea!

•Probably has at least one fractured bone at all times. Does not care at all.

•The ‘Big Sister Ever’ Energy

She remembers e v e r y t h i n g

Riley:

•The Older Twin

•Main SOUL Trait is Bravery, but also small bits of Perseverance and Justice

•Acts all tough, but still just a child

•A blunt, sarcastic sweetheart tbh

•Does NOT like strangers. No matter how old they are or if they’re a Monster or a Human.

•Rarely ever without Emily, but Quena is her favorite sibling.

•Watching Quena fight Monsters, with seemingly no regards to her own safety, upsets her.

•Watching Quena die, or any of them die, is worse

•Calls Quena ‘Mom’ as a joke but also sorta means it sometimes

•The type of person to run up as someone raises their arm and just grab it, like a monkey bar

•Also has a knife, but smaller.

•She hates being alone in any capacity after the few runs where Emily and Quena both died, leaving just her and Nicolas.

•Quena had to piggyback her most of the next Pacifist run, and Emily held her hand, but neither minded.

•She wants to be strong, so she can protect her family for once— Like Quena always has.

•Cannot sleep without someone close by.

•Very careful about keeping her bones in tact, doesn’t always work.

•Remembers faces easily. Names mean little

Emily

•The Younger Twin

•Main SOUL Trait is Integrity, with small bits of Kindness and Justice

•Doesn’t enjoy talking to people, or having people look at her.

•Usually hides from confrontation.

•Will freeze up if someone tries to confront her, especially if they’re angry in any way (she does not enjoy Fell verses)

•Never seen without Riley, but Nicolas is her favorite.

•Also has separation anxiety, gets nightmares on the rare instance they’re able to pause and sleep

•The RESETS scare her

•What if, one day, one of them dies and then they can’t RESET?

•It’s a big fear of hers.

•Carries colorful bandaids for everyone

•Very polite, will hang from someones arm while Riley swings from the other.

•Great at remembering names! Not so much at faces…

Nicolas

•The Youngest!

•A SOUL of Kindness, with a little bit of Perseverance

•He just wants to play games!

•Sometimes the Monsters are scary though, and he’d rather hide.

•Will hide in the Backpack.

•His mind has blocked out most of the trauma from all the RESETS and Universe Hopping.

•They all know it won’t be blocked forever, but for now they’ll let him be happy.

•He wants to be friends! He wants to make friends!

•Sometimes, they don’t want to be friends with him.

•Sometimes, he doesn’t want to be friends either.

•Can remember a few names and a few faces, doesn’t always pay attention.

[janedoewonders]

Love in Moderation

I love romance. I am enamored with love, its intricacies and imperfection. I gave up locked away the hopeless romantic in me. She believed in a prince who fought dragons to save a princess they barely knew. She dreamt of vampires who would bear the pain of loss for eternity just to experience human love that’s a minuscule blip in their lifetime. She smiled with the hope of strangers meeting over the same love of books or coffee or sunsets or murder. She believed in Achilles’s scream of agony upon Patroclus’s eternal slumber. She longed for the most destructive, heart-wrenching, all consuming yearning love of the other. She believed in a love so grand it’s a whole new monster to grapple with in the next dream, terrifying and paralyzing yet prayed and slept for.

I hate her. She made me weak and always so forlorn. In my time in this world, i have found a fear beyond unrequited love, wrong-timing love, forbidden love, fell-out-of-love love. To have all this love in your cup, but none to pour into. It terrifies me that others may see the love in my cup, but think it to be too much or too little or too purple or too thick or too wanting or too romantic, just not right for them. They see me as lovable and desirable and sexy and fuckable, but it’s not for them. The same way you’d turn down a different brand of coffee if your favorite is Starbucks. It’s not terrible but you’d prefer something else.

I hate her dreams of excess. She taught me one way of love, the love that hurts all the way to the bones. Love that’s bright and all-consuming, all stardust and blackholes. It is powerful. It is the love that embeds and exudes from every fiber of being. L o v e in all its glorious intricacies and prose and tears and grand silences. It may not be loud but it is grand. It hurts, in good and bad ways, but it has to hurt because if it does not, is it truly love? If it is not grand, would I want any of it? I love with all that I am. I was once told that I love too much. It was true. But I don’t know how I could ever process being told I want you, but l e s s. They saw all that you can give, but refused. How do I stop asking what piece they’d want cut off?

I love, not in moderation. But I wish i was just right to be loved too.

[advnterccs-archive]

REPOST AND LIST 5 SONGS & FIVE QUOTES THAT INSPIRE YOU TO WRITE YOUR MUSE

Songs:

Hot Girl Bummer - Blackbear

Venom - Icon For Hire

Feel Invincible - Skillet

Break - Three Days Grace

Mr. Self Destruct - Nine Inch Nails

Quotes:

"Enjoy using it all by yourself while you sit there and think about how nobody wants to be around you and how you ruined it for yourself because you're a huge piece of shit. Look at you sitting there, king shit on his throne of loneliness."

"I think you have to think ahead and live in the moment."

"Rick, the only connection between your unquestionable intelligence and the sickness destroying your family is that everyone in your family, you included, use intelligence to justify sickness. You seem to alternate between viewing your own mind as an unstoppable force and as an inescapable curse. And I think it's because the only truly unapproachable concept for you is that it's your mind within your control. You chose to come here, you chose to talk -to belittle my vocation- just as you chose to become a pickle. You are the master of your universe, and yet you are dripping with rat blood and feces. Your enormous mind literally vegetating by your own hand."

"If there's ever a saying about me, I'd fly into the fucking sun."

"Oh, I had all my problems removed my entitlement, my narcissism, my crippling loneliness, my irrational attachments."

Songs:

Immortals - Fall Out Boy

I Just Wanna Run - The Downtown Fiction

Kick In The Teeth - Papa Roach

New Divide - Linkin Park

I'm Just a Kid - Simple Plan

Quotes:

"We don't need to overthink shit, okay? Nice and grounded. Fully immersive from here on out."

"A hundred years! Rick and Morty, not sticking to one path."

"No, I don't trust you. I don't want to do this anymore if I'm not gonna get straight answers."

"Well, then get your shit together. Get it all together and put it in a backpack. All your shit, so it's together. And if you gotta take it somewhere, take it somewhere, you know? Take it to the shit store and sell it or put it in a shit museum. I don't care what you do! You just gotta get it together. Get your shit together."

"I ain't better than shit, jack!"

Tagged by: @countlessrealities <3 Tagging: @aslyfcx, @helluvabitchx, @somniaxperdita + whoever else wants to do this !

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Dating Ray Stantz

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- You first met Ray when you were both still working at the University. You worked down the hall from him and would run into him frequently.

- In the mornings, the two of you would arrive at the same time and he’d open the door for you. You’d make small talk whenever you ended up in the same room or walking in the same direction and he was always willing to lend you something; or a hand, if you needed it. You didn’t know him incredibly well but you did know that he was a sweet guy.

- Ray had a major crush on you. He pretty much fell for you the moment he saw you but his own insecurities kept him from trying to do anything about it. You were smart, gorgeous, and had an amazing personality. What would you want with him?

- It takes him a while to actually ask you out. He keeps going back and forth on whether or not he should, wondering if he’s willing to make a fool of himself just for the off chance that you’ll agree. Peter has a field day with him when he’s in this state, constantly teasing and prodding, urging him to just get it over with and see what you say.

- There was definitely a few instances of him approaching you and/or opening his mouth to say something to you, then quickly shutting it and excusing himself with an apology. It takes him nearly a year to actually go through with it.

- You were just leaving the building and preparing for your walk home when he caught up with you and somewhat shyly asked if you would like to have dinner with him sometime. To his utter shock, you smiled and agreed, and the two of you made plans to meet.

- The two of you went out to a not so fancy restaurant which was perfect for the occasion. He felt like he was walking on clouds the entire night; here he was, with you, and you actually seemed to like him. What were the odds that you would actually like him?

- But regardless of his disbelief over how lucky he was, the two of you had a really great time together and you were happy to see him again the next day at the university.

- The two of you shared your first kiss on your third date. He was walking you home and you were both stood in front of your door, saying goodbye. You were just about to walk inside when you paused, turning around and placing a gentle kiss on his lips before saying goodnight again and closing your door.

- He was frozen in shock for a good minute and a half but you should have seen the smile on his face.

- It wasn’t long before the two of you considered yourselves a couple, and he couldn’t have been happier.

- Ray is a big sweetheart and you can’t convince me otherwise, though I doubt you would even try. You’ll never meet another man who treats you so right.

- He loves Pda, especially when people recognize him in public. He feels particularly cool with you hanging on his arm.

- Quick giddy kisses. 

- He keeps his hand on your lower back whenever you’re standing together, it’s just a habit of his. 

- He likes using nicknames; he thinks they’re cute. He usually just calls you things like honey, sweetheart, and beautiful; he’s somewhat old fashioned in that regard. He wouldn’t even mind you calling him pet names. In fact, he’d probably love it. 

- He’s a strong boy and proud of it! Ask him to hold something! Ask him to open a pickle jar! Ask him to carry you! He’s got it covered! …Although, occasionally he wont be able to open the pickle jar and you might actually show him up when trying it again for yourself. 

- Cheek kisses. He wraps an arm around your neck and pulls you in, pressing his lips to your cheek enthusiastically and smiling down at you.

- Stealing his sweaters. They’re big and cozy and he melts every time he sees you wearing them.

- Takeout meals. You order in or pick something up at least once a week.

- He’s not afraid to make a fool out of himself so the two of you always have a great time together, filled with jokes and stupid/ridiculous behavior. He loves being able to make you laugh. 

- Cuddling? Sign him the fuck up! No matter what you’re doing, he’ll find a way to squeeze himself beside you and wrap himself around you in some way. Whenever you’re going to bed, you’ll rest your head on his chest with his arms wrapped around you; …or you’ll just be laying almost completely on top of him. 

- A lot of your dates are going to be interrupted, it just sort of comes with the territory. When something strange is in the neighborhood, he’s the one being called so you just have to be patient and understanding. He always makes it up to you anyway.

- Occasionally, he’ll stop and pick up flowers or a movie you’ve been wanting to see from the rental place on his way home. He likes surprising you with something nice, especially if he was called away when you were supposed to spend time together.

- Becoming close with Egon, Winston and Peter. You see them constantly so it’s sort of hard not to.

- Sticking by his side and cheering him up when the Ghostbusters aren’t too popular anymore. 

- You may or may not be a partial owner of the bookshop. As much as he loves being a Ghostbuster, he can’t deny that he likes running the place with you. 

- He’s always there if you need someone to get you something or somewhere. He’s particularly good at pushing through crowds and coming up with things to say that will make it easier for you to do what you have to do. He also just doesn’t take no for an answer so, ya know. 

- He’s a total pushover when it comes to you. You can always convince him to do something for you.

- Ray looks like he knows how to fix things. He looks and acts like a man I could trust with my things. If my car broke down, his smiling face would be the one I would ask to help me. So, if you need anything fixed around your house, all you have to do is ask. 

- Little traditions. Things like watching a specific show after dinner, going to a certain place every weekend or eating certain things on certain days. 

- He loves hugs, they’re pretty much his favorite thing in the entire world.

- Random playful harassment. He kind of likes to tease you, jokingly making fun of and tickling you. He thinks the way you react is cute and it’s usually after you do or say something to him so technically it’s revenge. 

- Now, I’m not saying that Ray owns action figures or other toys of that nature, but Ray would definitely be the type to own them.... You may or may not have a little shelf full of figures when you move in together. 

- He’s a big fan of going to zoos. You practically know the animals at your local zoo by name from how many times you go to see them. 

- Carnival and amusement park dates. 

- He gets this dopey smile on his face whenever you try to give him a massage or dote on him in anyway. He’s just so overjoyed that you actually like him and care about his wellbeing. He also just loves the feeling of your hands. 

- Ray sort of craves domesticity. Seeing you wearing one of his shirts and cooking breakfast or being there to welcome him home after work or surprising him by doing some chores would literally make him melt. He’s a centimeter away from proposing to you on the spot.

- The two of you are pretty much the epitome of two best friends dating. You have the time of your lives together and are always completely comfortable and happy in each others presences. 

- Walking around New York together. You wind up just wandering around the city a lot, occasionally stopping for food or drinks or whatever comes to mind when you pass a store. 

- He isn’t the most sensitive person to talk to when you’re upset or scared about something but he apologizes when he goes off on a tangent or says the wrong thing. Don’t blame him too much, he’s got a skewed view of what’s considered a problem rather than a good scientific discovery. 

- Ray gets easily excited about a lot of things, he’s sort of like a puppy at times so even though you might not be so amused with a situation, he’ll be incredibly happy. Whenever he notices that you aren’t thrilled, he’ll usually just give you a sheepish smile and a “sorry honey”. 

- Having him randomly show up and borderline embarrass you when something big is found out. Just picture the restaurant scene from the second movie.

- Visiting him at the office. 

- Letting him gush to you about the paranormal and supernatural. 

- Helping him with his research, experiments, and invention. He loves having you around and hearing your input.  

- He’s definitely named something after you, whether it be a theory, project or machine he’s created. It’s cute, in a geeky sort of way. 

- Be prepared to get scared and not just by ghosts. Sometimes Ray will just pop into view out of nowhere, excitedly talking about something he just saw and scaring the living daylights out of you. He doesn’t understand why you’re looking at him like that, did he do something wrong? 

- He works with all things supernatural and paranormal; he’s seen a lot over the years and because of that, he’s gradually gotten more and more protective of you over time. Wouldn’t you if you knew that evil slime once ran wild underneath your girlfriends apartment? 

- He gets particularly miffed when jealous, not livid or angry just …miffed. You know he’s not upset with you but you can tell that something is bothering him. Occasionally, you won’t even have to figure out what because he’ll insult whoever he’s jealous of like he’s talking about the weather. 

- The two of you don’t really fight all too often, you rarely have a reason too, even though your lives are incredibly hectic most of the time. He doesn’t really have one certain way of responding when he’s angry, everything depend on the situation. One day, you’ll bicker, the next, you’ll yell.

- He always feels bad whenever he snaps at you. Almost immediately after he storms out, he’ll get this pang of guilt in his chest and debate on whether or not he should just walk back in and apologize. He usually doesn’t right then; wanting to give you time to yourself, but does come back not very long after and apologizes, admitting he was wrong if he was and asking if things are alright between the two of you.

- He’s always happy to say he loves you, and gosh does he love hearing you say it.

- Your family probably loves him. He’s a guy that’s easy to get along with …and he’s a ghostbuster so he’s got that going for him.

- Ray is sooo ready to have kids and settle down with you, he’s just waiting until he’s in a more stable work environment. He doesn’t need any ghosties lurking in your kids nursery, even if he’s the most equipped to get rid of them.

[es05l2k5sl]

I'll never understand why WB had to redesign the Batcast for the new Bat adventures. Some characters took getting used to. But as for the villains, I'm roasting they asses cus they're ugly. Can't change my mind.

These Oswalds together look like 2 different people bruh. But we're here to talk about new Oswald. This Wimpy x Olive Oyl fusion snoody looking ass bitch. I'd like his outfit if it didn't have that lazy drawned bow tie looking like 2 triangles glued together & those fake ass MJ gloves. Also when tf did he have 10 fingers in dis universe? Also fuck that hair. Rocking a balding Mullet like ponytail before. Now it's just a boring cut down. Got dat snooty ass bitch look on face like his bird shit don't be stinking. I'll rock tf out u. Lookin like a whole ass Looney character or sum mf from the 30s.

Wot da fuck dey got Selena wearing here? Sis looking like a whole ass alien. Kid vs Kat looking ass bish. And her skin white af too? Did sis fall in some damn Joker acid too? Sis whole lower face is white as shit! Dat shit paler than crack. Like sis got the white slapped outta her and she just turned whiter. Das probably what happened. Her ass probably got on my mans Bruce last nerves one night and got da shit backslapped out her ass.

So my dude Matthew got turned a different color pal & got his neck privileges revoked? Lazy af but not the worst revamp.

You kno that meme: "upgrade, upgrade, FUCK GO BACK!"? Dis pre much sums up Jonathan here. My mans jus looks so dirty here. Looking straight outta da trash bin. Like literally dirty. Nasty ass teeth probably got dat hot ass breath blowing thru them bitches. Das a real fear toxin right there. Long ass black as shit dirty ass hair. Tryna copy off my girl from the ring w dat shit. Need to take dat dirty ass wig and mask and Amish hat tf off my dude. It is not rocking you. Dat whole worn out trashy ass outfit ain't working for you either hoe. You need to take yo ass a bath bitch cus your arms looking brown and ashy as a bitch. You can not even THINK about borrowing anything from me w yo dirty creepy stalker lookin ass. If you don't put down that damn stick like yo ass need help walking and shit I oughtta bitch ya ass with the shit fo going around dressed like dis. Take that damn rope off your neck bitch fo I do something Bruce won't do.

Bruh, you can not go up to my face and tell me these niggas are the same person in the same mofucking universe! Jervis What da fuck did they DO TO YOU MY N**GA?? N**ga looking like a damn leprechaun with special needs and shit. Rocking all dat dookie green swag but you got no swag anymore my dude. It's shit like you clothes and yo breath! Yo shits wasn't perfect and white before but them hoes looking hella worse now. What you get drinking all that damn tea my n**ga. Ol Tiny ass n**ga. Like wot. HOW?! HOW TF DID YO ASS SHRINK??? LIKE SOMEBODY TOSSED YOU ASS IN A LAUNDRY DRYER AND PROBABLY FORGOT TO TAKE YO STUPID ASS OUT. PROBABLY WHY YO HAIR WHITE AND SMALL AS SHIT YA UGLY ASS LUCKY CHARMS LOOKING ASS CRACK FEENY. If you don't hop yo ass back under a rainbow with dem skinny ass broken heel lookin ass tap dancing shoes.

Victor, bruh, they dem did yo ass so dirty in the new adventures. I ain't gonna lie that new suit kinda ok. But you looking like a whole skeleton and shit. Lookin like a young Palpatine & shit. Ol Frisky dingo looking ass! Need to put those goggles back on. The least yo (spoiler) 2003 Baxter Stockman ass can do now.

Yo ass probably looking mad as shit cus ya can't jack it no more n**ga. Dats all gon now. Long with yo unloyal ass wife. How tf she gon bounce on you after everything you did for her? After all the years and bull you had to put up with & she leave yo cold ass for another nibba? Fuck DCAU Nora. Just fuck her.

Scarface lookin like a damn Fanboy & Chum Chum character & his boy over here lookin like Chode. Next.

UUUUUUUUUUGGGHHHHHGG.

Just. UAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHH. Bruh I will never understand who tf thought this shit was a good idea?! Like who the fuck, was drawing dis nigga. Drew DIS Sus af shit. LOOKED at dis shit. And said to deyself: "Yeah dats da Riddler aight". HELL TO THE NAH DAT AIN'T NO DAMN DAS A (dick) FIDDLER! HE LOOKIN SUS AS FUCK NOW WITH THEM TIGHT AS GREEN SPANDEX AND THAT DARK AS HELL EYELINER. Looking like gay Christmas elf! Looking like a gay ass ballay dancer with them Spider Gwen ballerina shoes. You can't dance for shit nigga! Yo shit is SOOO DAMN TIGHT like I can get a good sight and shape picture of yo "Question mark" I'm telling y'all. sSSSUUUSSSSSSS. Looking like a bigasss lima bean. Skinny ass Jack skeleton moFucka. Like. They did my boy Eddy so freakin dirty with this. My mans had class, style, a nice look, HAIR. Now he. Whateverthelivingfuckdisbaldasspeterpanlookinmofuckasupposestobe. And i hate how that's how he did be lookin in almost every new Batverse when why tho? Nigg(m)a look stupid as hell. How tf he expect to be tooken seriously dressed and lookin like dis ? If I saw dis fucker in real life and he threatens me, imma laugh at his ass and beat him with his cane. Get ya Richard from Allen Gregory looking ass away from me. I can't!

Bruh it don't look that much but they did my mans Harvey dirty too. LOOK AT MY MANS FACE. good half i mean. Yall nigs kno. THESE MUHFUCKERS STRIPPED HIM OF HIS PRETTYNESS! Man. Dis version of Harvey was a pretty muhfucka. You can't deny dat shit

Even when he became Two-Face he still got dat 1 side of pretty.  And that deep af panty soaking voice to go along w it. He dat half and half package. 

Now HE LOOK LIKE DIS

WHOEVER TF DID DIS NEED DEY ASS WHOOPED! SQUARE TF UP NOW. NIGGA LOOKS LIKE EYEBROWLESS VERSION OF DOC FROM SECRET SATURDAYS. FAT ASS BLOCK NOSE MUH FUCKA.  His eye looks like traingle with a Nike logo on top of it. Lookin like a poorly drawn Dwayne The Rock Johnson. And ya other half ain't lookin that good either. Dat 1 eyebrow putting Helga Pataki to shame! I mean the shit didn't look good before but it was somewhat tamed, now the shit looking like full grownass caterpillar. And that lip black as hell. Kno that side dirty as fuuhck!

I don't even know what tf I'm sposed to say about DIS except (kinky..)

Angelica pickles looking ass. Bigass blonde captain coconut looking ass hairstyle. Looking like a blonde creepy ass Wednesday Adams. Dem black as fuck Kim possible lips. She actually looking like a family guy character with that bigass head and small body. I SWEAR she ded looking like one of Stewie's ex's right now my dude! Got  tiny ass flat ass guitar chip shoes. Looks like sis wearing fucking Zippers as shoes. Sis got that "i got something planned fo yo ass" smile. Sis look like she plotting something or did some evil shit already.

. . .

Bros I'm sorry but I'm just as confused as you like. I can't find a single thing different about Harley. Like literally nothing. Her makeup at night be looking blue sometimes, looking like a fakeass Livewire, but nah. They didn't even touch homegirl. Why tf is Harley the only character that stayed the same?????! Niggas was playing favorites. They had plans for that ass since day one. They was probs like: "Aye y'all. DO NOT TOUCH HARLEY. SHE STAYS THE SAME!" "why?" "JUST LISTEN TO ME BITCH!" "Wha bout her mans?" "Oh hell yeah fuck his shit up!" ...sigh.. Yep. It's that time...

UaaaaaaAAAAAAAHHH what else is dere to be said about dis ugly ass nigga? Dis nigga look like Yakko Warner & Freakazoid's love child! Dis nigga look like a random Tiny toons or Animaniac character! With that dookie green shirt and flower. You and Riddler's gay ass both matching them Dexter's laboratory Gloves. Why tf yo eyes eyes black as fuck tho?! How tf does one do that to theyself?! Yo ass probably snorted some shit and ya shits expanded and that's prolly yo pupils with ya cracked out ass. Nigga don't even look like a clown no more. Hell Jared Leto Joker atleast had the lipstick down. Dis nigga got dem ashy ass lips hanging out. Nigga think he owning too. Nigga you don't own shit! Broke as hell now. And yo design broke too. Joker? Man more like Broker. Got dat fairly odd parents hair. Got that Cosmo and Wanda in one. Like bitch if you don't. Just like Riddler i can not take yo animaniac looking ass serious. You do not scare me bitch! Bye!

Now see dis? DIS is Aight! A lot more fitting and & faithful to the character. No over the fucking top redesign, you can actually tell it's the same damn character as before, a little bit of swag for personality

So that's the tea. Ivy & Croc are the only good rogue redesigns in the whole series, evBody else ugly as shit.

[peppersonironi]

Hey, Sis! (Batfam/Young Justice Crossover)

{Read on Ao3}

Rating: General Audiences

Category: Gen

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman - Comics, Young Justice (Cartoon)

Relationships: Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake, Tim Drake & Members of the Team (Young Justice), Tim Drake & Cassie Sandsmark, Tim Drake & Jaime Reyes, Tim Drake & Garfield Logan, Tim Drake & La'gaan, Cassandra Cain & Bruce Wayne, 

Characters: Tim Drake, La'gaan (DCU), Jaime Reyes, Garfield Logan, Cassie Sandsmark, Bruce Wayne, Unnamed Drug Dealers, Megan M'orzz, Members of the Team (Young Justice), Dick Grayson, Bart Allen, 

Additional Tags: Meet the Batfamily (DCU, )Humor, BAMF Cassandra,  Cain, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Batfamily (DCU, )Cassandra Cain is Black Bat, Good Older Sibling Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake-centric, Protective Batfamily (DCU), Caring Batfamily (DCU), Team, Cassandra Cain is an angel, A deadly one!, Batfam Meets Young Justice

Summary: “How is she doing that,” Cassie muttered in awe as the woman leapt above the heads of some goons, bringing them crashing down before moving on to others.“That can’t be real,” Jaime replied, “Not even Nightwing is that good.”Tim held back the urge to chuckle. They didn’t know the half of it.

AKA: Gamma Squad is in a bit of a pickle, and a mysterious figure rescues them. (Spoiler: it's Cass)

A/N: Just a short interlude while I work on the next installment in this series (It'll have ALL members of the batfam in it. I've only written a 1/4, and it's already over ten pages. So that's why it's taking so long!). This one has BAMF!Cass, so what else is required?Once again, post season 2, but ignoring season three. Batfam haven't introduced themselves to the Team, so they think it's only Dick and Tim, and they know Babs is Oracle.Oh, Cass wears her Batgirl Costume, but goes as Black Bat. I just think they fit better, y'know?

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“Okay, this is bad.”

Tim looked over to where Jaime was struggling in his bonds, and sighed. He was right, this was definitely not how the mission was supposed to go.

It was just supposed to be a recon mission - no, really - where they gathered info on a drug ring in Washington DC that seemed to be spreading a type of crack that affected metahumans in negative ways. The plan was to sneak around their base by the docks, see how much supplies they had, the number of thugs, and their set up. Because of this, only Gamma Squad was sent, consisting of Robin, Blue Beetle, Lagoon Boy, Beast Boy, and Wonder Girl.

La’gaan had gone in first, using the water as cover, but they had lost contact quickly. The others had gone in to provide backup, and within fifteen minutes, they were all tied up. Cassie was also knocked unconscious, tied with her own lasso.

Tim wiggled around under the ropes, bringing his ankle just within reach.

“What are you doing?” Gar whispered.

Tim slipped a finger into his boots and pressed his panic button. He looked over to Garfield “Calling for help,” he whispered back.

Jaime frowned. “But everyone is already out on separate missions. They won’t get to us for hours.”

Tim shrugged. “Batman will think of something.”

“He better,” La’gaan muttered.

*****

Half an hour later, and no one had come. The group was restless, especially with Cassie having woken up ten minutes before.

Everyone perked up, however, when the door opened up. But it wasn’t a rescue. Instead, the Boss stood smirking in the opening as over a dozen thugs streamed around him and began to pull them up and out the door into the main area of the warehouse.

Cassie and La’gaan began to struggle, but Tim sent them a look that clearly conveyed his thoughts: “Stand down, see what info we can gather and wait for backup.”

They rolled their eyes, but stopped resisting.

Soon enough they were tied in a group by some crates in the warehouse, surrounded by forty goons in varying levels of armed. The drug Boss stood a little ways away from them, just out of arm’s reach.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

No one spoke.

The man sighed. “I guess we’ll do this the hard way, then.” He motioned to a woman standing to the side, and she came forward carrying a toolbox. He reached in and pulled out a wrench. “Who’s first?”

Tim bit his lip and glanced at the Team. He was prepared to go in their stead, but what was taking the others so long? Why hadn’t Bruce sent someone? He opened his mouth to offer himself up when it happened.

The skylight shattered, and a figure dressed all in black fell through. Their cape snapped open, slowing their fall just enough for them to roll safely to the floor and spring up in a fighting stance. Tim grinned at the new arrival.

The femine figure stood dressed in a leather and kevlar suit with the yellow outline of a bat, utility belt, and cowl with bat ears and stitching over her mouth. Her cape flowed around her shoulders, pooling at her feet.

There were several cries of alarm at the sight, and Tim felt his team tense behind him, not knowing the figure. The young woman didn’t say anything, only tilting her head in a curious manner.

“What are you waiting for?” the Drug lord announced, waving his wrench around, and stumbling back, “get -”

He was suddenly cut off by the woman’s hand darting out and jabbing a pressure point in his neck. He collapsed to the floor without another word.

For a long moment, no one breathed. Then the thugs rose up like an angry wave and attacked.

The woman rose up to meet them, efficiently taking down whoever came in her way. She spun and kicked out at three thugs, turning just as quickly to flip over and strike a pair of women with baseball bats. She fought so effortlessly, it was almost like she was dancing.

“How is she doing that,” Cassie muttered in awe as the woman leapt above the heads of some goons, bringing them crashing down before moving on to others.

“That can’t be real,” Jaime replied, “Not even Nightwing is that good.”

Tim held back the urge to chuckle. They didn’t know the half of it.

Soon enough, the warehouse which had previously been filled to the brim with criminals had transformed into a sea of groaning bodies atop the floor.

The woman turned to them at that moment, and strolled confidently through the masses. She stopped directly in front of Tim, staring down at him.

“You,” she proclaimed confidently, “are an idiot.”

Tim grimaced. “Hey, our intel didn’t cover how much man power they had! We thought we’d be fine.”

She continued to look down at him.

“You gonna let me loose?”

She didn’t let up.

Tim sighed. “Okay, I’m sorry. I won’t go into any more reckless situations, which cause you to have to come get me out.”

She nodded. “Not true, but okay.”

She knelt down and pulled out a sharped batarang. Within seconds, Tim’s bonds were cut loose. She turned and helped him free the others.

“Who are you?” Jaime asked, eyes wide when everyone was freed.

The woman tilted her head and looked to Tim, somewhat expectantly.

Tim sighed. “This is Black Bat,” he said, “my sister.”

*****

“I still can’t believe you have a sister,” Cassie said, glancing back to where Cass was patching a scrape on her arm in the back of the batplane she’d flown to DC.

“Let alone one that’s so freaking cool!” Garfield added, grinning.

“Seriously,” Jaime said, echoing Cassie’s earlier thought, “How did she do that stuff? I thought Batman didn’t allow metas in Gotham?”

Tim resisted the urge to laugh, thinking of a certain glow-in-the-dark brother of his. “Black Bat isn’t a meta … she’s just awesome.”

His teammates rolled their eyes, but didn’t get a chance to say anything else as Cass made her way to the front, a bandage around her left bicep. She looked around, eyeing everyone, before moving to the pilot’s seat. She sat down and turned off autopilot.

“Almost there,” she said, “sit.”

*****

“What do you mean ‘they were compromised’!” M’gann exclaimed, glaring at Batman. “Why didn’t you tell us?!”

Batfam frowned - oh, what a surprise - “You were on a separate mission, and you couldn’t be pulled.

“Of course we could be pulled,” M’gann argued. “They’re members of the Team, and when they’re in trouble, we help!”

“You weren’t necessary,” Batman said, and quickly continued when M’gann opened her mouth again, “I already sent one of my own operatives to aid them.”

M’gann frowned. “But the new intel said there were ten times as many henchmen there than previously thought! How could oneperson get them out of that?!”

Suddenly, Dick started to laugh. Everyone whirled to face him, only to find the acrobat leaning against a wall, trying to catch his breath.

“Oh gosh,” he said after a moment, “You sent her?”

Batman nodded.

Dick straightened and let out a long sigh. “Oh, those thugs don’t stand a chance.”

Batman nodded. “That was the thought.”

The Team looked back and forth between them. There was something they were missing, right?

An alert sounded, and the group turned to the now opening bay in the mountain. In which flew a sleek black jet - clearly a Batplane. It came in and set down beside the bio ship. A moment later, it opened up.

Out strolled a petite figure dressed in all black, with bat ears and a yellow Batsymbol on their chest. Honestly, she looked like a female batman. Except Batman didn’t have that weird stitching over his mouth.

Behind her Gamma Squad followed tentatively. Robin came out and stood by Nightwing, and the others slowly made their way to the group.

The Team’s eyes, however, were on the stranger. She continued up  till she was face-to-face with Batman.

“Hello, Black Bat,” the Dark Knight said, “Did the mission go well?”

Black Bat nodded. “Idiots, but safe.”

Why did Batman look like he was resisting the urge to smile? Or maybe that smallest corner of his mouth was twitching from all that frowning he did. Yeah, that must be it.

She tilted her head. “You were worried.”

Batman sighed, looking long at her, pointedly ignoring the stares of the surrounding heroes. “Yes.”

She nodded, then stepped forward and gave him a hug.

Black Bat wrapped her arms around Batman.

Hug.

Physical affection.

What was going on?!

Oh, but the real kicker was when he hugged her back. They held onto each other for a few seconds before Black Bat pulled back.

“Send me out more,” she said, “avoid stupid.”

Robin let out a yelp. “Excuse me? It was one time! Not my fault the info was outdated!”

Batman and Black Bat turned simultaneously to stare him down. The boy wonder shrinked a little and slunk behind Nightwing under the combined glares of the bats.

Oh yes, this girl was totally Batman’s mini-me.

Batman turned back to the girl and nodded. “You can join on a mission or two. Might keep the boys in check.”

Black Bat nodded. “Boys are dumb.”

Batman didn’t have a chance to reply, as at that exact moment, Bart ran into the room from where he’d been getting after mission snacks.

“Oh my gosh, why didn’t you tell me Black Bat was here?” He demanded.

“Do you know her?” M’gann asked.

Bart shook his head. “No, but I know of her!” he turned to Black Bat, vibrating in excitement. “You’re incredible, did you know that? You were one of my favorite bats to learn about!” he paused for a split second, in which he flashed away and came back with a notebook and pen in his hand. “Could I have your autograph?”

Black Bat nodded and took the supplies. A moment later, however, she looked back at him. “I … uh, can’t … um, you know …”

Bart looked confused for a moment, and then brightened. “Oh, right! Could you draw a picture then?”

Black Bat tilted her head before opening up the pages and drawing a big smiley face on it. With Bat ears.

Bart’s eyes were filled with pure joy as he looked down at the simple drawing. “IhavetheautographfromsomethatcankickShiva’sbutt!”

Bart left with a grin on his face and a whoosh of air. A moment later, a loud crash came from the recreational area.

“I’m okay!”

Batman sighed. “He broke something I’m going to have to pay for, didn’t he?”

Black Bat  hummed as she reached up and patted his head comfortingly.

It was at this point that M’gann had had enough. First, she wasn’t alerted when members of her Team were in jeopardy. Then, and unknown operative was sent in without her consent. Now, said operative just gained permission from Batman to join the group?

“Who is she!?” M’gann demanded, her hands on her hips.

The pair of bats turned on her at that moment, but she didn’t back down. After a moment, Batman spoke.

“This is Black Bat, my daughter. She is incredibly skilled and operates in Hong Kong and Gotham.”

The young woman seemed to preen under the praise.

“You have a daughter?” Conner asked.

Robin and Nightwing looked to each other before saying in unison: “Spoilers!”

Batman glared at them before turning back to the group. “Yes, I do.”

M’gann considered the girl, she seemed capable, if she could save Gamma squad from what apparently were impossible odds. And it would be nice to get more girls on the Team …

“Fine,” she said, turning to Black Bat, “You can come join us on a mission or two, if you want.”

Black Bat bounced on her heels in excitement.

Nightwing turned to Batman. “You know if she’s allowed to join, the others will want in too.”

There was a pause, then M’gann asked quietly.

“Others?”

[manyotherroadsyettorun]

who wages a war in white gold on AO3

chapter 7: poison

Ly’Xrius, 3 months previously

“Take her.” The Doctor drowsily looked up from her restless nap in her corner, she wasn’t sure how long she had dosed off, but it had gotten quite uncomfortable quite quickly.

She was almost sure another bunch of hours had passed, but the disorientation of the teleportation and now the deprivation of any stimulans had the Doctor completely zonked out, to a point that she wasn’t sure anymore what was left and what was right.

And if she was very honest, it scared her quite a bit.

Without any permission two people grabbed her arms and pulled her up, her hood falling away from her face, while one of the two people that pulled her up punched her in the gut for good measure.

“Don’t you dare to try and pull anything, Doctor. Next time we won’t be so nice.” The utter tone of anger made the Doctor wonder how much they actually knew about her, the plan and her involvement with it.

For once the Doctor decided to leave the sass at the door, now that it was just her in danger she had more time to balance out her next moves and decisions, something that with the fam around normally wasn’t possible, getting them out of the situation as quickly as possible was always the first thing the Doctor wanted to achieve.

When the Doctor was pulled upright she couldn’t for the sake of it all get her feet to cooperate, which meant that they were dragging along the dirt floor, sometimes catching onto a stone or a ridge, but never really able to get any footing.

No food, barely any sleep and the utter anxiety of the situation making her lethargic, something that hadn’t happened before.

Is this my body’s way of saying that this time I’ve gone too far? The Doctor wondered, while trying to at least capture her surroundings.

She felt drowsy now, and she was sure it wasn’t just because she was tired.

There was more to it than that, she was sure of it.

The Doctor was dumped on her knees in something that could be best described as a cave of some sort, all rough stones and it didn’t look very manmade. She was now also almost 100 percent sure that the reason why the base of the Continental Army was so hard to find was because everything was underground.

The Doctor, kneeling in the middle of the cavernous space tried to look around, but only a few small sources of light wasn’t enough for her addled brain to figure out where exactly she was. Being surrounded by people with big guns didn’t help either.

“Hello, doctor” the distaste in the voice of whoever this person was made the Doctor shudder right on the spot.

Wasn’t she universally liked by every single person in the universe?

That was a lie, and she knew it, but she wasn’t sure what she had done so far to be on such grievous ground with anyone from the Continental Army.

Except her plan, which might be the reason why she was now here in the first place.

Someone was now standing in front of the Doctor, and when she finally mustered up the energy to look up at who it was exactly she couldn’t help but gasp.

“I’m glad to see I instil such a reaction into the beast of Trenzalore, which means that you aren’t as great and heroic as the people of the Royal household seem to think you are.” The distaste was apparent, and at the same time the Doctor also realised that to some extent with some of their ideas and plans Caleb had been so abhorrent and distant from them.

Because in front of her was Caleb, the Kings right hand man. And it was now oh so clear why his vocal disobedience was so in tune with what the Continental Army wanted.

He was their leader, he was using his position as the Kings right hand man to his advantage. He wanted to overthrow the Reigning king, and for what? The Doctor was sure it was only for his own gain, nothing more and nothing less.

“You son of a…!” the Doctor seethed, while trying to lunge forward out of her kneeling position towards Caleb, who to the Doctors satisfaction took a step backwards. At least he had the audacity to be afraid of her

Good.

Her idea of attacking Caleb didn’t get far, because what she hadn’t realized was that one of the guards was right behind her with some sort of stick, hitting her square between the shoulders and making her fall towards the unforgiving ground. While trying to breathe through the pain, Caleb lowered himself towards the Doctor’s level, his grin all teeth and no remorse.

“Didn’t expect that, did you Doctor? We were amongst your ranks all along, and you didn’t even know it. Trust me that not rubbing this little tit bit of information into your face every time you went all look at how superior I am on us in our battle meetings was hard. But here we are, and oh am I glad that I observed correctly that if I’d go after people you love you’d sacrifice yourself in a heartbeat.” The Doctor just looked at Caleb, not really sure what he wanted from her. If it was information he was after then she could tell him straight away she wouldn’t give it to him. As if Caleb was reading her mind he answered her question.

“Don’t worry Doctor, I won’t ask you what you were planning, considering I have most of my answers right in my head, I was there when these plans were created remember. Meanwhile you are going to be a good asset to my own plans. I see the poison is starting to work now.” The Doctor frowned, she would know if she’d been poisoned would she not?

“It’s a good thing I’ve been working on this plan even before you arrived on this planet, it made injecting you with a ready to go poison so much easier, the plus side? You won’t die from it, and at least I’ll know I’ll have a working back up plan if you don’t do what I have in mind for you.” Caleb kept looking at the Doctor’s hands, who had noticed that even if they’d been cuffed in front of her, they’d started to shake.

Might have been the reason why everything feels so slow. The Doctor mused, while looking intensely at her hands.

“What do�� you want from me?” The Doctor groaned, while she suddenly felt her stomach do god awful flips. She wasn’t sure if this was going anywhere good. Caleb just grinned, while grabbing the lapels of her jacket and pulling the Doctor roughly upwards to face him.

The world tilted on its axis for the Doctor, while the face of Caleb was her only, albeit awful centre point to the chaos that was now her brain trying to catch up with the situation at hand.

“What I want, Doctor? What I want is to rule this planet, and when I’ve taken over this planet I’ll move on to the next, and the next, and the next! No planet will be safe from me and my wrath. But for that to happen I need the king to be dead, so that I can step in as is rightful heir.” The Doctor swallowed, she’d gotten herself in a right pickle this time.

“You’re delusional, Caleb. You’re delusional to think that me and my friends will ever let that happen.” The Doctor swallowed, she suddenly had the urge to throw up all over Caleb, and if that was the poison, or just her feelings, she wasn’t sure.

“Oh, but Doctor don’t you see? I’m not going to be the one that will kill the king, no, that’s going to be you.”

The Doctor laughed at that, she laughed a laugh that sounded foreign to her own ears, cruel and full of disdain towards the person in front of her.

“Why would you think I’d ever do that for you, Caleb?” The Doctor husked, while she was trying to rebalance herself when Caleb let her go. Her own two legs betraying her a god awful lot while she fell down on her knees. The Doctor couldn’t help but cough, her throat suddenly feeling like sandpaper. What had Caleb given to her?

“Don’t worry, Doctor, all will be revealed in no time to you. I see the poison is making its way towards your organs now, so it might be a good idea to let you suffer and bleed all over your own cell floor. Guards! Take this menace back to where she came from, leave the cuffs on, I need her to suffer as much as possible.” While the Doctor was being pulled up again by her arms she couldn’t help but let her eyes go wide at the little flecks of orange red tinted splatters that were now painted on the floor of the cavern. She tried to struggle out of the guards grasps, but was roughly pulled away from the one person that could give her answers.

Don’t worry, doctor all will be revealed in no time.

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[pixieungerstories]

Housemates - 2

(Pictures are on Patreon since Tumblr won’t let me) In which we learn many things about the guys.  Including Bazur’s absentmindedness about pants.

“This is ridiculous,” Kevin declared.  He was currently a shadow humanoid wearing a wooden box as shorts.  “No one wants to work for us, guys.  The only reason we are getting applications is that Bazur said ‘diverse’ instead of ‘monstrous’ and it only takes one of us answering the doorbell to figure that out.”

Thea shrugged, “It got better once Bazur stopped answering the door in a leather jock strap.”

Kogan laughed.  “But then he has to wear pants all the time.”

Derick rolled his eyes, “Dude!  Pants!  It’s a thing!  It should be the minimum level of clothing here anyway!  I don’t want to head into the kitchen for a snack and find someone running around with their ass hanging out.”  He turned to Bazur, “You just aren’t that cute.”

Bazur frowned, “This is my house!  And anyway, Thea and Dren don’t have to wear pants.”

Dren looked up from the bowl of soup he was slowly absorbing.  “I can wear pants.  I do at work.”

Tristan considered all of this.  “She can’t be any worse than the last one.”

Kevin grinned, showing off a mouthful of needle-like teeth, “The last one was really into you.”

“The last one was objectifying me.”

Kogan cleared his throat.  “You know we aren’t paying enough for this to be a full time job, right?  We can’t all just keep being slobs.  Whoever we get will be here to help, not do all the work for us.  No leaving soup out when you are done with it Dren.  We just got rid of the ants.”

Dren shrugged, “I never leave my dirty dishes out.”

Bazur nodded, Dren never did.  Derick never did, he couldn’t stand the smell.  Kogan kept his space military level clean.  No, that was a not so subtle dig at him, Thea and Kevin.

But mostly Kevin.

The tenants  weren’t exactly clear what Kevin did for a living.  He kept odd hours.  He never talked about it, and he always paid  in cash with small bills.  At one point Dren and Tristan had gotten drunk and speculated on Kevin being some sort of stripper.  Kogan had laughed his great booming laugh and put five dollars on Kevin being a smuggler.

It didn’t matter.  No one had been able to find out.

Bazur knew, but he wasn’t talking.

In the end, they cleaned before the interview.  No point in scaring her off too soon.  Bazur made sure to book the interview when the boys would be out.  He was dressed and ready to go an hour before she was due to show up.  He spent his time pacing.

The problem was the house was huge.  The maid services he had contacted had all quoted hundreds of dollars a week and that didn’t include cooking or menu planning, a task that was universally despised in the house.  It hadn’t been easy to clear the junk out of the attic, but including room and board was their best chance at getting someone.  Humans didn’t eat much, and the campus was mostly human.

Hell, the whole town was mostly human.  Dren was the only gelatinous Bazur had ever seen in town, and he had been hired specifically to work with autistic kids.  The man was practically a living stim toy.

Bazur jumped when the doorbell rang.  He was shocked when he opened the door.  So was she, but she recovered first.  He knew that Vincensia was a fourth year biochem major at the U.  He knew she had won a scholarship to pay for her tuition.  He wasn’t expecting her to be beautiful. And outgoing and friendly in a way that went beyond what most people brought to the table when talking to not humans.  Bazur managed to fumble through most of the house tour on auto pilot after having done it so many times before.

He was doing fine until she asked about porn.

At that point he was sure it was over.

He was shocked that she agreed to come to dinner.

Oh hell!  She was coming to dinner!  What were they going to feed her?

-----

That night it was pizza take out.  Three pepperoni, one ham and pineapple, one vegetarian, and (because KEVIN) one pineapple and sardines.

Bazur was surprised.  No one asked.  Finally after this third beer, Kogan belched and asked, “Did this one even make it through the door?”

“Yeah, she did,” Derick said. “I could smell her in my room when I got home.

“She’s coming for dinner on Friday.”

There was a moment of stunned silence.

The room erupted in sound.  Everyone started yelling.  Tristan wanted to know what she thought of the tour.  Krogran wanted to know what species she was.  Dren wanted to know what she looked like.  Thea wanted to know if she was freaked out by his room.

Bazur waited for them to run down.  “Human, gorgeous, Italian - so you know her cooking will be amazing, lives with her parents, didn’t freak out about there being a drider or a mimic, but she wants her mom’s approval before she takes the job.  And I’m pretty she if we let either her or her mom sit on Kevin, all bets are off.”

They all went quiet at that.

“Um… “ Tristan started, “When you say gorgeous...”

“Long dark hair, huge dark eyes, creamy skin, Sophia Loren’s curves,” Kevin answered.  “I can’t believe she’s coming back to meet us losers.  She could make five bills in five minutes at a strip club.”

“She has concerns about the workload.  She made a fair point, we advertised as a good job for a student, but if she needs to spend all of her out of class time cleaning up after us, she won’t have time to study.  She estimated that cooking supper and washing up was a ninety minute job all on her own. I said we would organize taking care of the washing up if she needed.  She was worried that-”

“Holy shit!” Kogan interrupted, “If she is planning on taking an hour to make dinner, she is cooking from scratch!”

They all stopped to consider this,

Dren nodded slowly, “It only takes 15 minutes to throw a frozen pizza in the oven.”

Thea blinked, it was impressive.  “We can’t fuck this one up guys.”

They all looked at Kevin.  He was currently human shaped, if humans came in wood grain and had a lock set over his groin.

“What?”

----

They cleaned the kitchen.  They had twelve place settings.  Each of the guys had two and using someone else’s was a hanging offense.  Each of them had his own pattern on his dishes.  Dren had plain white from Ikea.  Thea’s were black and square. Kogan’s were beige stoneware.  Derick’s were stainless steel.  Tristan’s were blue enamelled and came from a camping store.  Bazur’s were Belleek.  The Claddagh pattern.

Kevin…. Well Kevin’s were vintage novelty plates from Las Vegas featuring pin up girls.

Everyone knew that.  They had just never really considered how that would look to an outsider.

“What?” Kevin demanded.  “Hey, they aren’t the ones where the girls clothes fall off when the plates get warm.”

Dren looked horrified, “Is that a thing?”

“Yes,” chorused Kevin, Tristan and Kogan.

Bazur shook his head.  “She can use my other set.  I guess if she moves in, I’ll buy more dishes.”

They had decided to order in take away.  Derick was out collecting a car full of Chinese food.  Kogan wandered over to the fridge.  It was full of beer.  There were also pickles, ketchup and mustard and an elderly jar of mayo.  “We are going to need to get her a separate fridge for cooking.”

Dren yelled from the dining room, “Does anyone even know if the stove works?”

“It works just fine!” Bazur yelled back.

Kogan raised an eyebrow.  Bazur came over and tried turning on the burners.  They all lit.  Both men breathed a sigh of relief.  Kogan opened the drawer under the oven.  It was full of dust, mouse shit and cheap tin pots from the fifties.  He looked at Bazur, “You buy her a fridge and I’ll buy her new pots, mixing bowls and plates.  Deal?”

Bazur nodded slowly.

“I’ll pitch in for a stand mixer,” Thea said from the ceiling, making the other two jump.  Once they were looking up at him, he added, “And Kogan is getting the short end of the stick.  Outfitting a kitchen costs way more than a fridge.”

“She’s here!” Dren called.

Thea ran across the ceiling and down a wall, beating them all to the door.  He wrenched it open and froze.  

The girl’s eyes went wide then she blinked and blushed and said, “Wow!  Um, sorry!  I’ve just never met a drider before.  Or, you know, um seen one.  Argh!  I’m being rude!”  She held out a hand, took a deep breath and said, “Hi! I’m Vinny!”

Thea ran up a wall, across the ceiling and up the side of the the staircase.

Vinny looked a Bazur.  “Sorry.  Um.  I’m not exactly off to a good start.  But I brought cannoli for dessert.”

Derick was walking up the walk with a huge box of dinner, “Wow!  Homemade cannoli?”

“Uh, yeah, like an audition.”

“You’re hired!” he announced.  “Hell, forget the job, will you marry me?”

Vinny blinked, “No.  But I will have an eggroll if you brought any.”

“OK.” he said easily as he walked past her.  “Clear a path, food coming through!”

Kogan and Dren headed to the dining room.  Derick followed with the box of food.  Vinny was still standing on the step.  Bazur smiled, “Come on in. They are all really excited to meet you.”

Vinny gave him a funny look.

“What?”

“I scared off your drider and you aren’t wearing pants.”

“Oh! Shit!  Um.  I’ll go get pants.  I’m sure Thea just went to get Tristan.”

Vinny still didn’t come in.  “Is the no pants thing going to be a thing?”

“NO! Um… maybe?  I’ll get better at it, I promise.”

“Uh-huh.” Now she came in.  She hung her coat on the hall tree and headed into the dining room.

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[freewheelen]

Softail Vs. Dyna Vs. 2018 Softail

This past weekend, I booked a Dyna rental for my girlfriend and myself. Our plan was to test the bike out on our way up to a Born Free pre-party in Mt. Baldy. With a combination of highway, city streets, suburban roads, and twisties between us and our destination, it seemed like a great opportunity to gauge my comfort with transitioning into the Big Twins. But you know what they say, "man plans, God laughs"...

Upon arrival, Eagle Rider informed us that they didn't have the FXDL that I reserved online several days in advance. After airing my grievances, they graciously issued a reimbursement and we were on our way. 

But what were Michelle and I to do? We planned our whole day around riding the Dyna. We spent our entire week in anticipation of straddling one of those beasts. We just couldn't accept such an anticlimactic conclusion to our day. So we decided to do the worst thing we could have done...we visited the dealership.

For the past six months, Michelle has endured my endless ramblings about my next bike. 

"I want a 2018 Softail." "New bikes are too expensive. I want a Dyna." "What would you think if I kept the Sporty and got an old Softail for our road trips." "It's decided. I'm gonna keep the Sporty. Get a touring seat and bump her up to 1275." "Don't get mad at me, but what would you think if I told you I want the new Softail again?"

I'm sure it's been maddening. I'm sure she rolled her eyes more than a teen with a "cool mom" while I changed my mind more times than a ratchet changes sockets. 

But all that talk in the past 6 months was just that, talk. I hadn't dropped into the saddle of a Softail. I hadn't revved up a Dyna. I hadn't nearly shit my pants from the sheer power delivered through a minuscule twist of my wrist. It was the time to stop talking and start riding. It was time to put my money where my mouth was, literally. 

Our first stop was a shady, little used car dealership here in LA. They had a gorgeous 2007 Softail Custom but were unwilling to let me test ride her, so I took that as an indication of there untrustworthiness. 

From there, we jumped on the 405 and headed over to Top Rocker Harley Davidson in Canoga Park. I purchased my Iron 883 from this dealership and the bike has been nothing short of a dream, so I figured I'd exercise some good judgment and loyalty (two declining qualities these days 😉).

Whoever said, "ignorance is bliss"  was the wisest (wo)man in the world. After about six months of riding, I knew I wanted a bigger bike, I just never knew that I wanted it as bad as I did after test rides.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. First, like all bike shoppers, let's do a walk around.

Design

The initial detail that stands out to me on the 2018 Softail Low Rider is the tank console. In the past, the Dyna models took a subtle, low-profile approach to the dual gauge set up. Sleek and streamlined, it blended into the tank. It felt like a part of the tank, not a part on the tank. 

On the other hand, at a profile angle, the Softail Low Rider's console is tall and attention-grabbing, reminiscent of the FXR tank gauges that stacked near the triple tree and dropped off about half way down the tank. In my opinion, the nuance of the Dyna design tops the new layout, but that's until I saw the FXLR from a rider's position. 

Look at the refined details, the precise cutouts and taper of the tail section, the simplicity and subsequent beauty of the analog gauges. 

In the end, I think I'd take the Dyna's console, but new Low Rider's version no longer seems as hideous as I once thought. 

The next thing that caught my eye was the side covers. 

Looking at the Dyna, there's no confusing the fact that a battery resides behind that cube-like box. 

It's not trying to disguise anything. It embraces the form of the function, and it does so with a very tasteful design with hard edges and a chiseled face.

Over on the Softail, you have a bastardized "horseshoe oil tank" that truly serves to cover the mono shock anchored under the seat. 

Not only does the faux scheme rub me the wrong way functionally, but it's sloppily executed. It seems like Harley cross-bred the Sportster side covers with the Softail oil bag and all we got was something that Saturn would have put on their cars. 

The old Softail oil cans had such strong, sharp seams. 

Courtesy of Low Rider (lowrider.com)

It looked more hand-made component while the new "oil tanks" look more manufactured, and frankly, lazy. 

Again, the Dyna comes out on top when aesthetics are concerned. 

Next was the swingarm. 

Here's the Dyna:

Nothing special: a long, horizontal bar attached to an obliquely-mounted rear shock. I wouldn't call it pretty, but I also wouldn't call it ugly.

With the 2018, the "Softail" no longer resembles the rigid frames of the past. 

Sure, the top bar slopes from the neck to the rear axle, but the lower arm resembles the Dyna's swingarm more than the bottom tubes of the past. 

For this reason specifically, I wish they would have renamed the line of Softails to something completely new (Classic line, Heritage line, etc.). I'm sure Harley has an attachment to their registered trademark, but advertising these bikes as a "Softail" not only does a disservice to the customer but to the bikes as well. They're masquerading as something they aren't when they have the opportunity to make history under a whole new moniker. 

In the end, the design of the bikes is just that, eye candy. Having a beautiful bike won't get you out of a pickle the same way Ms. Universe don't win a Nobel Peace Prize. It all depends on what you're looking for in a bike, and the other side of the coin that needs to be taken into account is...

Performance

First up was the Dyna Low Rider. 

As soon as I threw my leg over the bike I could feel the size difference. My Sporty has a very narrow pan-style seat, so the added cushion and width on the Dyna made my legs bow a lot more than I'm used to. I truly felt like I was in a saddle (the horse kind). I almost looked for stirrups instead of the pegs. 

Once we rolled out of the lot, I picked my feet up and immediately noticed the forward-mid controls. Coming from the Iron, where you're feet are directly below your knees at a 90-degree angle, this slightly relaxed feel (relative/subjective) was ergonomically welcomed. 

For someone with minimum rise handlebars, I was surprised that I enjoyed the upright feeling as opposed to the hunchbacked, clamshell'd stance of my Sportster. I attribute that to the lower seat height and geometry of the Dyna. Though I've heard a lot of people mention that you feel inside a Dyna or Softail and that you feel on top of a Sportster, I couldn't relate until I experienced the ride of the bigger models myself. But the sense of control isn't the only thing that inside feeling provides. 

When you get on the throttle of these bikes, they haul - and I mean teeth-clenching, white-knuckled speed. It's a funny game of inertia. The bike shoots forward while you feel like you're getting the hook offstage. But when that sensation kicks in, I felt like my rear was diving into the seat as opposed to sliding off it, like it does on the Sporty.

What I couldn't get over was the SHAKES. During long rides on the Iron (300+ miles), my hands would start to tingle toward the end of the day from the engine vibration. On our test ride, holding onto the Dyna's bars felt like I was trying to tame a jackhammer. I noticed it so much at one stop light that I glanced over at my Salesman as a point of reference, but because he was on a 2016 Softail Slim (counterbalanced), his arms were completely still. I know there are aftermarket products that solve this issue and the attribute could be a quirk of this particular bike, but I was looking for something to mitigate that sensation I experienced on the Iron, not amplify it. 

All in all, the Dyna thoroughly impressed me. Aside from trembling like a dog at the vet and the incessant decel popping (obviously local to these particular pipes), the bike performed very well. It cornered much easier than I anticipated, pulled harder than a Strongman in the Bus Pull, and the braking performed at a much more consistent rate than my XL. 

Next up was the 2018 Low Rider...

...Softail that is. For those that aren't avid Harley followers, the Low Rider model was converted to the Softail platform this year when the company discontinued the Dyna line. While this caused a major uproar from the Dyna faithful and Harley fans in general, I wanted to reserve my thoughts until I properly test rode one. 

This year's model comes stock with a two-up seat, so Michelle strapped up her helmet and climbed on the back. Ultimately, I began my search for a bigger bike with her in mind. The Sporty's small size along with the stiff suspension has significantly contributed to the possibility of back arthritis in our futures so I wanted her to experience the difference between the Iron and Softail first-hand (the Dyna only had a solo seat). 

With Michelle safely packed on the fender, I fired up the bike...and that's when it started to feel all kinds of wrong. Maybe 'fired up' isn't the right word, because the noise of the motor only rivaled the fluttering of a hummingbird. I remember thinking, "what is this?" No shake. No rumble. No roar. No potato-potato. How is this a Harley? 

Before I knew it, my Salesman pulled into traffic. I wanted more time. I wanted to mourn the death of everything I'd come to love about the Sporty. That mechanical clank of the engine. That car alarm-activating exhaust. That feeling it gave you when you hit the ignition and she thundered to life. 

Reluctantly, I jammed down on the shift peg and eased out the clutch. We were on the road. We were riding, but it felt more like floating. With the antiquated suspension of the Iron, I've become accustomed to absorbing every bump in the road with my own ass. It made me feel like I was connected to the tarmac, like I was one with it, even if it occasionally sent my tailbone up through my skull. With all that said, I wasn't sure about this new sensation. This...comfort. I wasn't used to it. I didn't trust it.

Then I pulled back on the throttle and instantly felt the rear compress downward. The acceleration force seemed like it was pulling my arms out of their socket. Michelle's fingers dug into my ribcage as she scrambled to cling to everything in arm's reach (the first thing she said to me when we returned to the dealership was, "if we get that, we need a sissy bar.") My measly 883 resembled a scooter when compared to the torpedo we were currently riding. It's power. It's smooth delivery. It's pull. It felt like everything was multiplied by two (literally, 54 ci vs. 107 ci.).

But once we got up to speed, the lack in engine and pipe noise made it hard for me to find my shift points. On my Sportster, the loudness of the Evo engine cues my every move. High growl? Upshift. Labored chugging? Downshift. I've developed a symbiotic relationship with that machine. We both rely on one another to get what we want. For one, work. For the other, play. I rarely look at my speedo at all when I ride. I'm sure most people do this, but I shift by feel and this was completely foreign. I couldn't feel anything. It was almost anemic. By Harley terms, it was soul-less. 

Once we arrived back at the dealership, I sat down with Michelle and she praised the ride of the new Softail. 

"I love it," she declared. "I thought you didn't like the looks?" I challenged. "Yeah, but she's so pretty in person...and comfy" "Yeah, but you can barely hear her. I mean, the pipes suck and there's no rumble."

And then she told me one of the most eye-opening things I’ve heard in a long time.

"Babe, those are all bad things."

At that moment, it dawned on me. My mind was closed. I've been so used to the way my Sporty performed that I couldn't see the new bikes for what they were...a mechanical improvement.

"Did we go over any bumps?" I asked. "Yeah, a big one in that intersection," she exclaimed. "I didn't even feel it." "Yeah, that's a good thing."

There's been a lot of controversy around the new Softails. With the burgeoning Dyna culture, it's no surprise that the fanbase would have an adverse reaction to the axing of a great platform and a cross-pollination that doesn't seem true to either name. But are we throwing out the baby with the bathwater? Can these new models be "Harleys" even if they're not the same as the ones from the past? Can they be great like the Dynas and FXRs before them without tarnishing those legacies? Can all bikes be good or serve a purpose even if they aren’t your style or preference? I can definitely say that the new Softails have a more metric feel to them, but is that the worst thing in the world if that means gaining performance?

Let me know your thoughts on the new Softails and the Death of the Dyna in the comments. The more argument (constructive, of course) the better. And let me know what you think I should get for my next bike and why. It obviously won’t determine what I get, but if there’s one thing in the world I love it’s difference of opinion.

Aside from that, be safe and ride on, y'all!

[chrisv73-blog]

Secrets - Part 1

Word Count: 3,712

Warnings: None mostly fluff.

Panic. The emotion gripping me as I all but sprinted from behind the bar and into the ladies room. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Being alone with him in my environment- his smell, his sounds, his skin, his hands, thighs- everything made any self-control evaporate into thin air. I was unraveling.

Two long years since I’d set eyes on him. This man had a hold on me unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Now he was here and I was so stunned- I ran. His ghost still haunted me like a secret you can’t tell.

I felt like such an idiot. Facing myself in the cracked mirror of our dingy employee restroom I rubbed my hands under the faucet splashing water across my cheeks.

A light knock came at the door. “You okay in there?”

“I’m fine.” Embarrassed. Stupid. Flustered. But Fine.

I stared, disheartened at myself in the mirror. “What the hell was I going to do now?” This was my job. I had to go back; smile, pretend, sling some drinks and make rent. Whispered dirty things, winks, grins, napkins full of phone numbers with broken promises was expected as a bartender. Give the experience and make them love you.

Having him walk through the door was never part of the plan. He is not the plan. A kaleidoscope of flashbacks were scattered in my mind. “Fuck, shit, shit, shit!” I slammed my hand down on the cracked ceramic sink.

I cracked the door and stepped out hoping that whoever I replied to was long gone.

Leaning against the wall there he was, waiting for me. Gorgeous and dripping, of course, he had to be even better looking than I remember. He couldn’t go from 19 to 21 and not be every woman’s fantasy now, a fucking international pop-star. I could not mortify myself in front of a less famous ugly- ex. No, definitely not.

I avoided eye contact. “I’m not fine. But I will be.” I hesitated before continuing.

Surely he knew how bad he broke me. He knew that some scars don’t heal. He had heard the stories from his friends by now.

Lifting my head, his smile made me nervous. Not the kind of nervous where I’m going to grab my mace from my purse when a patron gets a little too fresh and waits for me in the parking lot after work. No, his smile was cocky and hit me in the knees amongst other places. He made me nervous.

“How you been Shawn?” He didn’t need to know that I’d woke up at midnight to buy a copy of his most recent album as garbage men clanged and newsstands opened. He didn’t need to know that I cried for weeks after he broke my heart in his driveway with four simple words only to never hear from him again.

“I’ve been good, are you okay, you don’t seem okay?” Shawn’s eyes are distracting. I close my eyes and I’m back on the tattered couch of my apartment watching him perform on some music awards show. But after a blink I’m still here standing in front of him in my cut-off tied t-shirt, jean shorts with black ripped fish nets, combat boots, dark lips, cat lined eyes and messy blonde top knot. A far cry from the girl he knew. I’d changed and I knew it, he knew it.

I shoved past him, walking briskly toward my bar, determined to forge forward.

“Shawn you already know you fucked up, let’s not do this.” My supersize nerves were camping out in my body, but I would be damned if I would let him know it. Because if I think about what might happen in the next few hours - if I let him in even an inch then I’ll burst with anxiety.

I feel a lump rising in my throat. I swallow it down while my emotions live close to the edge. All I need is that trigger and the tears that dwell beneath the surface will bubble up and roll like gritty sandpaper down my cheeks.

Shawn is so good looking now that my co-bartender Melissa once called him fucking lickable when she was checking out a magazine picture of him online. Of course, she knows nothing of my past with him. Now he was here and our past was about to collide like a freight train.

“Wait, Kameron, wait a fucking minute, Jesus!” Shawn’s two strides caught up to my ten and I felt his long fingers grasp my elbow and turn me toward him.

Shawn is looking at me with reverence, his touch sending shivers down my spine. I wanted to be adored by someone, but it can’t be Shawn. Not after crawling back from the abyss I found myself in the last time he decided he was done with me.

“No we’re not doing this again.” I find my voice to verbally shout what I want to say but won’t, that he can’t walk all over my heart and leave me bewildered and confused when his next tour starts. “This isn’t a game I’m playing with you anymore Shawn.”

“Actually, I never play and tell,” he teased. Now I clutch my hands to my side even tighter as I suppress a sarcastic smirk. “I’m fucking thrilled for you,” I quickly add.

He winces as he slides his hand off my elbow, clearly contrite. “I’m actually really sorry about everything and how I handled it all.” Shawn hides his hands in his pockets head hung low.

Suddenly I’m laughing, not because I want to hurt him. It’s because I realize that this is in essence is the final phase of a breakup. The denial, the begging, the pathetic tender long goodbye “but I thought you loved me” pleas, whether it’s public or private, it feels the same. No one ever really knew about me and Shawn except for our friends, so I suffered in silence while he mended on a stage. Yet, here in this moment, there is no more argument, no more pointless debate I would never win and emerge victorious, the entire universe begins with the words I’m sorry: closure.

Shawn stands here in front of me. The crowd melts around me and I’m colder than ice. This is what we are now. I’ve moved on.

I decide quickly what my next move will be. Grabbing his shoulders I hug him and his cologne wafts through my nostrils. My palms start sweating and butterflies take flight in my belly, nothing more than aftershocks. I pull away as Shawn’s long arms squeeze me back and he buries his head in my shoulder. I pull away with more force and push an errant strand of hair off my cheek, then answer.

“Shawn, I live my life now based on my positive decisions. When I look back at the things in my life that really hurt sometimes the easiest thing to do is forgive.”

I mean it, truly, just now, I have forgiven the 19 year-old boy who broke my heart. He stands there feet melted into the ground as the bitter but blunt words hit him like a wounded animal. I take the opportunity to walk away with my pride, head high, the lioness.

(Hours later)

Shawn is so ridiculously handsome that it’s almost not fair. Now that I’m back behind my bar, in my element, on my stage, he watches me from the distance of his roped off corner. Melissa cornered me at the trash can as soon as I lifted the access gate. I told her only what I wanted her to know of course. Shawn wasn’t helping me keep the gossip from reaching maximum peak.

Time passes in the frantic pace of pickle backs, buttery nipples and lemon drops. I’m at least 3 deep at every corner. My memory puts Shawn aside as I pull them in, I make memories for my patrons and let them believe I’m the best friend they never had.

Turning around I’m disarmed to see Shawn and Geoff standing in front of me, looking over our beer list. Shawn motions me over and I lean down to hear him over the now thumping bass beat of some familiar dirty rap song. “Is there anyone waiting for you back home?” I laugh, a truly self-deprecating one. I have to, really. There had been no one romantic since Shawn. There had been men, but no one permanent. “Definitely, no, nobody waits for me.” I bite back.

Its then that I notice the familiar glazed over look I’ve seen on so many men here. I lean forward because I want to torture him and show more cleavage. I already worship at the altar of the genius who invented a push-up bra. Agent Provocateur has nothing on me.

Shawn licks his lips and burning desire is present in his eyes. “Kam”, he begins slowly, too drunk, but also clearly enjoying the taste of my name in his mouth as if he’s trying it on, rolling it around on his tongue like a cherry. “I am the biggest idiot in the world because you loved me wildly, crazily and passionately. I fucked it all up so bad.”  Words tumble off his lips like verbal diarrhea. I take a deep breathe, reassuring myself that I can deliver what Shawn needs. “You don’t want me tonight Shawn, you’re just lonely and drunk.”

“Nope, not drunk, wrecked for you,” Shawn stutters. His eyes blink ever so slowly another tell-tale sign an observant bartender recognizes. This is the longest conversation I have had with Shawn in two years. I can see that he has developed this uncanny ability to hop from witticism to raw and very honest emotional insight. It’s making him even more attractive if that’s possible.

I push back from the bar and swivel my hips around to the side, grabbing two stout beers from the cooler below. Twisting the cap I push them across in friendship. “Tell you what, those two are on me”, I say as I walk to ball cap Joe one of my favorite customers. “I’ll call you tomorrow, is your number still the same”, I shout.

Because I don’t know how I can begin to trust Shawn again I’m not so eager to agree to just have him come over. I’m pretty sure that’s where that conversation was headed. This could be especially complicated when the ex is an international pop-start and flirty and when I’m already entertaining after-hours thoughts about him. I’m in desperate need. My gauge is so far out of whack that I don’t know what’s up or down anymore.  What good could possibly come from any friendship with Shawn Mendes?

Next Day

Turns out I didn’t have to call Shawn. He managed to get my number from Matt and sent me a drawn out apology text for his unforeseen interruption at my place of work begging me to please meet him for coffee that afternoon.

I put my books away on my desk and take a quick shower. Twenty minutes later, I’m staring at my bed littered with outfits I have tried on and rejected. This is just a coffee, no big deal. It’s definitely not a date with an insanely hot ex-boyfriend who’s a popstar treated like teenage royalty. Whichever outfit I chose next will be the winning one. I reach for my favorite black jeans, an intentionally distressed torn grey sweater that’s soft on my skin and my chucks. It’s very me and with just a quick swish of powder, blush, mascara and lip balm on my bee stung lips I’m ready to go. I grab my coat and bag, head downstairs and take an Uber to our determined location.

When I arrive I swipe to pay and head into the little coffee shop painted emerald green tucked into the corner of a building. It’s a little out of the way, but I figured it would be a better location for less potential fan sightings. Shawn and I agreed to meet at three o’clock and I am only ten minutes late, so it feels like I’m on time.

He’s already here. Damn, I arrive nearly on time and I’m still late. Then again, Shawn was always the type to be on time, hold doors, and rise when I came in the room. Shawn was very chivalrous.

I walk up and he clicks to lock his phone and pushes it deep into his pocket of his $250 designer black denim skinny jeans. Damn he looked good. The olive green shirt he is wearing makes his eyes look hazel. Standing to give me a barely there kiss on the cheek my eyes flutter closed for the briefest moment at the feel of his soft lips near me.

I restrain myself and tuck away my emotions even if the sensation feels so good to me.

“Let me take your coat?” Shawn offers as he automatically slides it off my shoulders. I feel his hand gently graze the back of my neck. I decided last minute to pull my hair into a high pony. His fingers send shock waves down my spine. He folds my coat and lays it over the chair, waits for me to sit and finally pushes his long limbs into the seat next to me.

“So thank you for fitting me into your busy schedule, even though I wish you would have at least bought me dinner before taking me home”, Shawn joked.

I laugh. “Nice try. But we’re not there yet.”

He reaches across the table to clasp my hand in his, and my breath catches. He squeezes my hand three times reassuringly and the barest form of touch from him is dizzying. Maybe it’s because it’s been so long since I’ve been this physically close to him and had him touch my hand, but I pull away like he’s burned me. He places his hand on his lap and I miss it instantly.

“So where should we start Mendes.” I chatter anxiously.

Shawn takes a big gasp of air. His brow furrows and he wipes his palms anxiously on his jeans. I can tell that whatever comes next is weighing heavily on his mind.

“We could start with I’m a fucking fool. I got scared. I didn’t know how to have you and a career at the same time. So I shoved you away and spent the last two years living with that regret ever since.”

“Where is the tape recorder”, I laugh nervously. My eyes dart back and forth from his face to my hands.

Looking around the room anxiously I scan to see if anyone has their phone out. “I could so take down your career in one second if the story of us ever leaked out. You know the whole internet’s boyfriend thing and all.”

Shawn smirks, wagging a finger at me playfully.

“This guy, the guy you’re sitting in front of, he isn’t a pop-star, you know that right?”

Swallowing, here he goes again racking up more points in his favor.

“Because I can tell I’m making you a little nervous and I just want you to know it’s me, Shawn apologizing to you, meaning every single fucking word of regret. So let’s grab some coffee eh?”

We sit and chat about old times. We remember fond memories of public park scandalous rendezvous. I hold up a hand and stop him as he starts to recall the juicy parts with a mischievous glint in his eye. Slowly as each minute passes and Shawn discarded the beanie he was wearing we’re drawing more eyes on us, but Shawn doesn’t seem to care. In fact, the more people that begin to notice us the more unaffected by it all he is.

Shawn will excuse himself for a few minutes to take a few selfies and then slide back into the conversation like he never left. We did this for almost two hours. I tell him that I fucking loved his first three albums and I can’t wait to hear what he does next. He admits that he wrote a few songs about us.

Eventually he leans in closer across the table, looks me straight in the eyes and when he does that my resolve starts to weaken because his eyes are so beautiful and he doesn’t break my gaze. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for this moment. How many ways I have played this dialogue back and forth in my brain?”

All I know about this moment is my body is buzzing, alive with possibilities. The exact opposite of the chill demeanor I had in the bar last night. Something shifts in Shawn’s expression too. His eyes, which I remember from 19 as playful and twinkling are now darker with an intensity to them. Neither of us says anything, and the electric quiet makes my blood turn hot. I don’t want a single thing to ruin this moment. Just as fate would be a young fan tugs at Shawn’s shirt, she can’t be more than 7 years old.

Whatever spell I was about to succumb to is broken. Holy Shit, that was close. I reach for my coat and bag before Shawn can stop me.

“Thai or Sushi for dinner,” Shawn winks.

I smile at him, giving him a flirty tilt. “You’re presumptuous.”

“Optimistic”, he counters with just enough swagger that tells me he hasn’t lost a damn thing in 2 years.

Shawn does that thing again – where he reaches for my hand, clasping his on top of mine. I’m suddenly aware of the pressure he is gently putting on my wrist, the small ridges from callouses on his otherwise smooth palm, not doubt from countless hours spent perfecting his craft. His skin feels hot on my skin. The taste of his lips would be deadly. I’m dying for him to slide his fingers through mine like old times but I can’t go back on this rollercoaster.

I slowly rise from my seat and Shawn follows me out of the quaint coffeehouse. I reach up to place my hands on his shoulders. He’s way taller than me. I catch the faint scent of his cologne again and I’m so tempted to lean in and inhale deeply. But I do resist.

But the look in Shawn’s eyes is full of hunger and then I feel the softest touch on my hair. He’s fingering a strand and I am so far gone that I’m not sure what to do next. All I know is I’m leaning in closer to him because this kind of touch from him I have missed so much. My body is racing and the moment is full of so much anticipation. “I really want to kiss you, Kam; you better stop me now or…..” Shawn sighs.

I can barely process his words. My head is so woozy, his smell and the feel of his hands. My fog is replaced by Shawn’s lips as he presses against mine with such softness, sexiness that my knees threaten to buckle. I keep my arms looped around his neck so I don’t fall. He wraps his long arms around my waist, tugging me closer as he deepens the kiss. Shawn’s lips exploring mine, his tongue tangling with mine, his hands yanking my pony tail. His sexy sighs and moans tell me that he is savoring this kiss as much as I am. He yanks me even closer and for a brief second I can feel him pressed hard against my upper thigh. He’s aroused and that snaps me out my kiss induced fog. I pull away.

“Shit”, he stumbles backward. “You okay? Kam, I honestly didn’t expect that to happen. Please speak sweetheart.”

“I have to go, Shawn I’m not your sweetheart, not anymore”, I stammer.

“But I want you to be. Let me drive you home”, he pleads.

“No Shawn. I know where that will lead.”

My hand touches my lips as we exchange a sidelong glance and Shawn clears his throat shoving his hands back deep in his jeans. Feeling his eyes on me I glanced back a few times, and his gaze was always waiting for mine.

Shawn takes his phone out placing a quick call mumbling something like plan B. A small black SUV rounds the corner and stops at the curb in front of us. “Kam this is Kevin, he’s one of my security team and he’s going to take you home. I’m going to call you tomorrow because I don’t want to push my luck.”

My breath catches as Shawn moves closer then presses his hips into mine while pushing me against the door of the SUV.  Lining his tall frame up against me in a way that makes it clear how much he wants me, he delivers a scorching kiss, deep and hungry and desperate in a lot of ways. It’s threatening to send me up in flames. I feel it across every inch of my body as he continues to explore my mouth with his tongue. One hand drops away from my face and I feel his fingers graze underneath my sweater along the waistband of my jeans. Shawn draws a simple feather trace line across my belly with his index finger and my back arches into him. I wish we were not here in public and he would undo the button, slide the zipper down and push his hand inside my panties to save me from this now excruciating ache between my legs. But I have no such luck because just like that he is reaching for the door handle.

I slide into the seat as Shawn shuts the door and bangs on the top of the car two times. I’m in this giddy drugged out state now that I’d like to stay in forever, but I needed some space to clear my head. I am tempted to shake it like I’ve just emerged from a pool of water. But yet amidst my confusion, four words are loud and clear like a drum in my ears- but they are not those four words from two years ago. The opposite. “I want Shawn Mendes.”

[tanoraqui]

This is the last you’ll get of this AU for a while, I think. Until then...bonus points to whoever accurately guesses where/when Whitestone comes in!

[Prologue / 1 / 2 ]

Flashback to several hundred years ago:

Vex did not fall back onto her bed so much as fling herself delightedly, with the express purpose of bouncing. The famed elven bards of Rivendell had, this night, utterly failed to induce restfulness in their listeners.

“I shall be just like Luthien when I am older,” she announced. “Wham! Ha! Aaaa!” She punched the air, and sang a ringing note.

“And marry a human?” Vax, sitting calmly on his own bed, gasped in faux-horror. “Father would be furious.”

Vex rolled onto her elbows and grinned at him. “That is another benefit. You're growing so wise, brother.”

He stuck his tongue out at her. She propped one hand under her chin and continued.

“I do wonder if Men are more...energetic, than Elves. You'd think so, wouldn't you, with how little time they have? It's not just here - even back home, everyone is so dull. Slow. Not at all fun to-”

“Stop!” Vax put his hands over his ears. “I do NOT want to hear about you and...anybody, ever. Not in Mirkwood, not in this shitty house-”

Now it was Vex’s turn to stick out her tongue. But she abated her musing.

“Anyway,” said Vax, once it was safe to uncover his ears, “Tinuviel wasn't as badass as her father.”

“Thingol?” Vex’s voice could not have been fuller of scorn. “What did he do?”

Vax wobbled one hand in the air, palm up. “Banged a Man?” He lifted the other and shook it up and down firmly. “Banged a Maia.”

Vex replied, with that tone of almost genuine sympathy that only a sibling can truly achieve, “I really don't think Gilmore thinks of you the way you-”

A lesser being might not have caught the pillow, so quickly did Vax fling it at her face. But Vex’ahlia, daughter of Syldor, had come of age hunting beasts beneath the dangerous eaves of Mirkwood. Her reflexes were second to none.

“Shut up!” her brother shouted, already reaching for another pillow. “That's not what I- and anyway, no one knows whence- we were just talking, Vex’ahlia, it's not like-”

The rest of the scene was lost in quite a lot of torn cloth and flying feathers.

Even the great translator Professor Tolkien of Oxford University did not dwell, in his similar tale, on every detail discussed at the great council we now come upon. So nor shall I, overly much.

For some context, I should say first that Pike wakes after three days, and when she does, Gilmore has arrived at last, and they are delighted to see one another well. It had been a couple close calls: Gilmore had been attacked on Weathertop just a few days before Pike and her companions, by four of the Nine. As well as had some previous troubles of his own. And Pike, of course, had nearly passed away into wraithhood herself, the sliver of the Witch-Queen’s blade working its way steadily toward her heart for days. But Syldor Half-Elven* is a mighty healer, well-practiced in battling evil wounds of such type, though perhaps never so severe. But hobbits, as Gilmore has been saying for years, are surprisingly hardy folk.

The even dearer reunion is with Wilhand, who has been in Imladris for many years now. He earned his retirement in the Last Homely House with his own great deeds and adventures, if you will recall previous tales. There were several dwarves, and one dragon. He has gone a little deaf, now, and partakes a tad much of wine and sweetmeat—just think what the neighbors would say, he japes to Pike, once they are done hugging. After so many years of adventurous reputation, he’s acting like a respectable hobbit at last!

(This tale that I am telling now has fewer dwarves, and…well. We shall have to see about the matter of dragons.)

It is another couple days before Pike is well enough to see Grog, for he is camped out on the opposite shore of the now-quieted river. There is a limit to how far people will go to make good with unlikely allies, and that limit is an orc in Rivendell. Grog, frankly, agreed. The valley is too bright everywhere for his tastes. He has not been too alone: when Scanlan was not fretting at Pike’s bedside, he was across the ford, teaching Grog drinking songs from the Shire. With accompanying drink, of course. Minxie visited a time or two, and Vex’ahlia and Vax’ildan more often. They brought much of the best drink.

First, however, the Council of Syldor. Dark times are come to Middle Earth, and so it is not just for Pike’s burden that people have assembled from near and far, seeking advice in trade for ill but urgent tidings.

From Uriel’s elven court of Mirkwood comes Allura, a lady and a scholar, to say that dark things are stirring once more in Dol Guldur. Not long did the fortress lay silent, after the cleansing dealt by the Wise back when Wilhand was out adventuring. Once more, spiders spin their webs, and orcs move and Black Riders have been sighted.

Lowbearer Vord, a dwarf of the Lonely Mountain, comes with his ward to bring similar news, and darker yet. War is brewing to the east, for the Lonely Mountain and Dale as well. Messengers have come in Vecna’s name to treat. They also ask after a hobbit, and a ring - “a trifle”, they say. Twice they have been rebuffed, but a third and final choice approaches…

Maryanne Darington of Minas Tirith arrived just this morning, with tale of a city beset and a dream most strange. For the latter, she seeks council; of the former, she speaks only with weariness and pride. Long has Gondor stood against the Enemy, and long shall it - she hopes. Osgiliath has fallen, and her brother’s dream spoke of Isildur’s Bane.

And what if that ring, that trifle, that doom of Elendil’s eldest son? That tale falls to Syldor, who was there for much of it - for times lost save in song and story, and the living memory of a very a few still on this earth.

I will not bore you with a retelling of those great events. The forging of the great rings, the betrayal of Sauron, the Last Alliance of Men and Elves… I’m sure you are likewise familiar with the parts of the tale that Gilmore fills in, of the finding of the One Ring by first one small person, and then another.

There, of course, the tale does a hop, skip, and a jump, as Wilhand tells his part - how he lost his party beneath the Misty Mountains and came across a small golden ring instead, as well as a young orc being strangled in the dark by a pale, slippery sort of being. This was the selfsame orc who had earlier tried to defend Wilhand against his own monstrous kin, so Wilhand sought to return the favor. Together, though it was not quite the tender-hearted hobbit’s plan, he and the orc killed the strange, frog-like beast, and tended each other’s wounds and escaped into the sunlight before parting ways.

That young orc, of course, was Grog, because orcs live as long as I, the storyteller, want them to live. He is very much not at this council - but while Pike was recovering, Gilmore and Minxie together got a story out of him, of wandering south and east, as countless of his kind were summoned over these last many years, and saw many terrible things and endured far, far worse, until the Great Eye knew the name “Trickfoot” and the race “hobbits”, and the land “Shire.”

(This, GIlmore tells with sympathy in his voice, and Wilhand takes and squeezes Pike’s hand as she shudders for their friend, remembering too well the Nine’s deathly cruelty. Because fuck you, Tolkien; even orcs don’t deserve that.)

Gilmore also speaks of his own recent captivity at the tower of Orthanc, at the hands of the wizard Curunir. (“Sauruman” in other tales, but in this world of Exandria, so enamoured was she of the name the elves gave her that she entreated its use by all, and they weren’t assholes so it stuck.)

So...the quest.

In the books, the moment is still, as they all stare at the Ring on the table in the center of the circle. This small, golden ring, which holds all their fates. In the films, there is shouting, discord already being sown by the power of the Ring. To guard it with the wisdom of Elves, or the strength of Men, or the strange, untouchable nature of Matthew Mercer, back in the Old Forest t the edge of the Shire, who would be First and Last? Or to take it, to use it, to overthrow the Enemy and win peace at last for Middle Earth? No, no--it must be destroyed, that is known. But how? And, moreover, who? Who could bear such a perilous quest, unspeakable temptation and greater peril, to the Fires of Mount Doom itself?

“I’ll do it.”

Pike’s voice rings clear, through silence or hubbub. She does not stand tall but she does stand forth, with her head high and her eyes alight. Her shaking hands curled into steady fists.

“I will take the Ring to Mordor. Though I do not know the way.”

[and now, for dramatic effect, I think I will follow the films]

“I have some knowledge of it,” says Gilmore, and comes to stand beside her, a tall and steady presence. “I will help you bear this burden, Pike Trickfoot, as long as I may.”

“And I.” Minxie - or Keyleth, perhaps, we ought call her - kneels to hobbit height. “Broken or not, my sword is yours.”

“And my axe!” Kima of the Iron Hills, the Lowbearer’s ward, jumps to her feet. She has been fidgeting since the council convened.

Allura shoots the dwarf a skeptical look, and steps forth as well. “Whatever aid the Kingdom of Mirkwood can give, or even just I myself, is yours, little one.”

“I think that’s our line, darling.”

Syldor scowls as Vex’ahlia and Vax’ildan step from the shadows by the door. His children by a Silvan elf, now deceased, they are estranged, and had not been invited to this meeting. They came anyway, and now take matching places at Pike’s back.

“We’ve got you, Pickle,” says Vax, with a comforting hand on her shoulder. She smiles up at him.

“And me!”

Scanlan’s appearance from hiding is much less graceful. He falls out of a tree. But he picks himself up and scrambles to stand by Pike. “No way is Pike going to go destroy all evil without me.”

Syldor casts his eyes to the heavens, as if seeking salvation. Maryanne snickers for just a moment as she stands, before her sobriety returns. “If this is truly the will of the Council…” she says slowly, and puts a hand on the hilt of her sword. “Then Gondor will see it done.”

“Fine,” Syldor says with perhaps more force than necessary. But he, too, sobers as he surveys the group assembled before him. “The Enemy fields Nine Riders - so we shall send forth Nine Walkers. The Fellowship-”

“Actually,” Scanlan interrupts. “Mr. Elf Sir Guy. Sorry, but we’re ten.”

“What? No, you are-”

Scanlan Shorthalf, who knows his way around a story, crosses his arms and stares down Syldor Peredhil, son of Eärendil, of the line of Beren and Luthien. He says, confidently: “There’s no way Grog is gonna want to miss this.”

*A/N: This is the character swap-in I’m least comfortable with, because tbh Elrond deserves better, but I am assuaged by how much canon!Syldor would hate this title.

[mo0ndusting]

🌼🌿botanical asks🌻🌙

jasmine; what mythical creature do you wish actually existed? mermaid

lavender; soundcloud or vinyls? vinyl

primrose; what book does everyone right now need to read? 10,000 things to be happy about

lunar mist; do you like wearing other people’s shirts/jackets? oversized anything & i’ll steal it forever 

bird of paradise; what was the best thing that happened to you this month? i opened my eyes & saw things for what they really were

gardenia; what’s a promise you’ve recently made to yourself? i’ll try to find something good in every bad day 

lion’s fairytale; would you rather be the sky, the ocean or the forests? the ocean

whirling butterflies; would you kiss the last person you kissed again? i don’t even remember who the last person i kissed is

marmalade skies; do you plan your outfits? nah, i’m not a really a planning kind of person

apricot drift; how do you feel right now? a little anxious

everlasting daisy; what’s the last dream you remember having? a very lucid dream about a bridge collapsing with my family trapped under it 

queen’s cup; what are you craving right now? something to drink 

lavender dream; turn ons/offs? turn ons: sense of humor, good taste in music, loyalty, facial hair turn offs: long fingernails, no ambition, extreme jealousy, insecurity 

water lilly; when was the last time you cried? why? monday, because i felt overwhelmed 

lily of the valley; did the one person who hurt you most in your life apologize? no

winterberry; do you bite or lick your ice cream? bite

honey perfume; favorite movie ever? almost famous

desert rose; do you like yourself? yes <3 

snapdragon; have you ever met or seen in person a celebrity? yes

night owl; how many countries have you visited? 1 

heliotrope; have you ever been in a castle? yes 

creams and sky; what’s the craziest/bravest thing you’ve done? been a flight attendant 

lantana; what’s on your mind right now? many things 

pumpkin patch; what’s your zodiac sign? scorpio 

tulip; name 5 facts about yourself.  i am 25 years old  i am the oldest of 4 children  i live in ohio  i am afraid of spiders  i have 2 dogs 

daphne; do you believe in karma? yes

queen of the meadow; ever been in love? yes

wisteria; whom do you admire and why? my mother, she has unmatchable strength

angel’s face; what was your favorite bedtime story as a child? goodnight moon

remember me; did you make someone laugh today? yes

iris; do you believe in ghosts? yes

lilac; if you could go back in time which time period would you visit? the 60′s

caramel kisses; would you want to live forever? why/why not? no, death is just a part of the journey of life

primula; what makes you sad? losing people i love 

rain lily; was today typical? why/why not? yes, i was lazy 

queen anne’s lace; who do you trust the most? my close friends 

lady’s slipper; what did you have for breakfast today? nothing

forget me not; do you have any regrets looking back in your life? of course

lunaria; what’s your favorite fictional universe? bikini bottom lol 

violet; favorite tv show? that 70s show or friends

sunflower; share a favorite quote. all i can do is be me, whoever that is 

snowdrop; what does your ideal day look like? netflix n chill 

tiger lily; do you have any hobbies? exploring 

peony; share a small random book passage that means something to you. this mac will take a shit if i try and do all of that right now 

tea rose; what’s something you always wanted to do but were too scared? fall in love again

honeysuckle; do you usually date people your age or older/younger? i don’t even date people lol 

sweet pea; who means the world to you? why? my family bc duh 

foxglove; who is your favorite cartoon character? tommy pickles

magnolia; coffee or tea? tea 

crown imperial; would you rather be extremely rich or extremely loved? loved 

snowflake; are you a dog or a cat person? dog

bell flower; what is your biggest addiction? drugs & alcohol

cosmos; do you ever think about the galaxy? always 

moonflower; what’s your favorite color? blue

freesia; do you have a good relationship with your parents and siblings? why/why not? mother, yes. dad, no. siblings, yes. 

sundrop; are you a morning or a night person? night owl. 

poppy; have you ever dealt with a mental illness? my whole life. 

clover; how would your friends describe you? crazy. 

dandelion; do you consider yourself and extrovert or an introvert? introvert mostly. 

lilly; what’s something you love watching/reading but you are too embarrassed to admit you do? kardashians lol

anemone; describe yourself in 3 words. emotional caring silly

lotus; best memory as a child? staying with my aunt kay 

angelonia; what is your eye and hair color? green and brown/blonde

dahlia; do you like crystals? love them 

buttercup; if you could change one thing in the world, what would it be? hatefulness 

baby’s breath; what’s your hogwarts house? slytherin 

calendula; biggest pet peeve? flakiness 

blanker flower; would you rather go to a cocktail party with your best friends or stay home and read a book/watch a movie with your pet? cocktail party at home with my best friends ;)

blazing star; share a secret. then it wouldn’t be a secret 

carnation; would you rather live longer or happier? happier 

petunia; who’s story is your biggest inspiration in life? why? my best friend because she does everything so well and so effortlessly 

bluebell; do you wear glasses? yes 

nymphea; forest or river? river

orchid; do you like exercise? does anyone?

pansy; do you like poetry? yes

morning glory; any special talent that you have? i can roll a pretty good blunt js

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How I Grew Up On The Internet

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How I Grew Up On The Internet

The internet is IRL. It always has been.

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I started navigating the internet — really, the earliest versions of social media — early in my life, and before most people even really knew what the internet was. I was 11 when I first logged on in 1993 — I’m 32 now — and I’ve spent the ensuing years invested in online communities at least as much as I’m invested in offline ones. I never understood there to be a clear line between the two. Before I ever even had a cell phone, I used the social web to document and reflect on my offline life. I’ve met wonderful people online, connected in much deeper ways to the friends I had, and I’ve used dozens of networks and platforms to figure myself out. The internet hasn’t been a way to escape, it’s been a creative outlet, a friend, a documentarian, and a tool that has made my real life better, cooler, weirder, and more fun. For me, the internet isn’t some distinct virtual universe, it’s just one part of the real world.

This is the history of my first 20 years online. It’s a happy story.

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When I was 9, my parents chose to homeschool my older brother, Mitch, and me out of frustration with public school. I had just finished third grade and he, fifth. We were both doing fine academically, but my mom felt like our personalities were changing. My brother often came home from school depressed, and we started to complain about things like reading that we had loved before. Mom and Dad hated the focus on standardized testing, and felt that our teachers didn’t appreciate the creative curiosity they treasured.

A couple years into the great homeschooling experiment, we moved temporarily from Austin, Texas, a hippie college town with a growing secular homeschooling community, to Arlington, Virginia. I missed home and I had trouble making new friends in the Christian homeschool group there.

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My brother Mitch on our Macintosh computer in the mid-’80s.

That was when Mitch told me about BBSes (Bulletin Board Systems) and saved me from my boredom and social isolation. BBSes were local networks where we could read and write on message boards, chat live, and play games. We were lucky enough to have the magic formula: a PC, a 2400-baud modem, and a second phone line. My dad had always been fascinated by gadgets — he’d bought us our (and the!) first Macintosh in 1984, when I was just two years old. The iconic modem sound that began any trip to my favorite BBSes still makes me feel urgently stoked. That sound means I’m about to arrive at the best party ever, and I still get to wear my pajamas.

I tried a few BBSes, but I quickly became devoted to one in particular called “International House of Kumquats.” IHOK was run by a chill teenager who went by the handle Surrealistic Pickle. I felt at home there. Everyone was young and smart and cool and they immediately became my friends. (Since the BBS was on a local phone number, I knew we all lived in the D.C. area.) I never really thought much about the fact that we had “met online” — the concept was too new to feel dorky or taboo yet.

The average age of people on the board was probably about 16, while I was only 12. “Star Shadow,” my earnest choice of an alias, was a dead giveaway that I was the youngest person on the board. Still, I fit in fine. The kids on IHOK shared my enthusiasm for the band They Might Be Giants and we discussed them constantly, dissecting lyrics and debating best songs. We also talked about our lives and anxieties, we made up recurring inside jokes, we quoted our favorite movies and TV shows, and recommended books. We developed real friendships.

Within a few months, Surrealistic Pickle made me a co-sysop (system operator), the official duties of which were slight enough that I don’t actually remember what they were, but I still listed it on all of my teenage resumes. It was the first time that anyone had put semiprofessional faith in me, and it was done purely because of the value of my contributions, without a thought given to my being a girl, a weird homeschooler, or an actual child.

When my mom first agreed to let me meet my friends in person, she dropped me off at the National Mall but then parked a few blocks away with a stack of books and an eye on our activities. Looking back, I’m amazed that the teenagers from the board didn’t tease me for my mom literally watching over us, and I’m equally grateful she was open to the idea at all. We couldn’t share photos on the BBS, so the first time I met my board mates IRL was the first time I saw them at all. That part seems weird now, but it didn’t feel strange at the time. We already knew each other’s sense of humor, feelings, opinions, and personalities — the rest was just wrapping paper.

A few months later, I went to my first ever show with my BBS buddies: NRBQ and They Might Be Giants (obviously) at Wolf Trap in Virginia. The Kumquat crew were splayed out on picnic blankets on the grassy hills. They were Manic Panic-ed, glasses-wearing, and trench-coated teenagers who probably didn’t fit in at high school. They were all, more than any other quality, ridiculously nice. I thought they were the coolest people in the world.

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Cool “Lion King” button + Slurpee T-shirt.

I was having an awkward adolescence. I liked talking to my parents way more than I liked anyone my own age. I wanted to have deep, intelligent conversations about my interests, which were Disney animated movies (I collected Lion King merchandise), horses, and cute boys. Not, for the most part, things that grown-ups actually wanted to talk to me about.

Luckily, Prodigy existed. Prodigy was a dialup service that predated widespread use of the World Wide Web. Like its competitor, America Online, Prodigy contained multitudes: shopping, news, weather, games, advice columns, and more. I was only interested in connecting with people, so I used the live chat, email, and discussion boards.

I joined a message board where other girls like me had invented an elaborate role playing game for made-up horses — we each “owned” dozens of fake horses, gave them names and attributes, and pitted them against each other in entirely arbitrary competitions that were just decided by whoever was running them. I kept my horse files in a giant binder full of descriptions like this:

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People who I tried to explain the game to didn’t understand it at all. It wasn’t until I was introduced to the concept of fantasy sports a decade later that I thought maybe this all wasn’t as strange as I feared.

I was even more involved with the Disney Fans Bulletin Board, which was populated mostly by grown men and women who retained their interest in all things Disney well past the age when most people grow out of it. I loved them. Many of my DFBB cohorts lived and worked in Orlando, just because it meant that they got to go to Disney World whenever they wanted. To me, they were living the ultimate adulthood dream.

I got so involved with the Disney board that I was eventually given a “job.” The job paid me in a free Prodigy subscription and one free t-shirt. My title was “Teens Liaison,” and I did just that: liaised with other teens. Although most of the community was much older , I developed raging crushes on the handful of boys my age. I can still remember, in fine detail, a photo one of them sent me of himself dressed up as Prince Eric for Halloween. I had several Prodigy flirtations before I had figured out the slightest thing about talking to boys I knew offline. We talked about our feelings, which was impossible with the teenage boys I knew in “real” life. I was myself with the dudes of Prodigy — open and honest and weird — and they liked me for it.

I eventually met my Prodigy friends in real life too. My parents planned a trip to Disney World, mostly for my obsessive benefit, and let me bring my best friend, another homeschooler named Kate. I dragged Kate and my mom to a meetup dinner with the DFBB group at a fancy Disney-themed restaurant. Almost all of the attendees were closer to my mom’s age than to mine, but we had fun anyway. I got a purple tie-dyed DFBB staff T-shirt that I wore proudly to the park the next day. Soon after our meeting, people started to leave Prodigy for the wider world of the web, and I followed.

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Editing my “Lady and the Tramp” fan site with a stack of Disney encyclopedias, 1995.

I made my first website in 1995, when I was 13, and it was dedicated to my favorite movie, Lady and the Tramp. It started with a short introduction: “I’m here to provide the major source of Lady information on the World Wide Web.” The page included an archive of tiny photos I’d been able to dig up or scan, random facts I’d strung together from my collection of Disney books, the title of the movie translated into several other languages, a character list, quotes, and the movie’s credits, transcribed from my own VHS copy.

I taught myself HTML to make the page, borrowing books from the library and reading tutorials online. Once I made the Lady and the Tramp page, I was hooked. I started expanding my website to include biographical information about me, terrible things I’d written, pictures of my friends, and more.

By 1999, the earliest date that the web archive has for my site, it was basically a magazine. It included:

A 14-part “about me” section

Thousands of words devoted to describing each of my friends. Example: “Lots of people will tell you that I’m obsessed with Dorothy and you might say that’s true — I just happen to think she’s one of tha most beautiful, funniest girlies in that whole wide world. :-)”

Pages devoted to my opinions on religion, animal rights, curfews, Bill Clinton, and legalizing marijuana

A list of reasons that you should go vegetarian

A description of my imaginary perfect boyfriend, Jimmy Tony

Dozens of poems I’d written

My “future encyclopedia entry,” including the career description “writer, artist, entrepreneur, animal handler, actress, philosopher”; the titles of several of my future books about Shakespeare and hip-hop; details of the company I would found someday; the many books I would write; and my partnership with my imaginary husband Jimmy

A daily journal cataloguing the mundane details of my life

Book reviews

Comics I made with Photoshop

“Summer’s Spiffy Sendable Celebs,” a collection of about 30 e-postcards I made of my favorite celebrities

Capsule reviews of every episode of Dawson’s Creek

Commentary on my favorite songs and a list of my favorite CDs

A “shrine” celebrating Ani DiFranco

A collection of my favorite jokes

Desktop photos of celebrities and animals that I’d edited and made available to my “public”

An elaborate, multisectioned fan page for the character Ophelia from Shakespeare’s Hamlet, including artwork, personal essays, historical information, and more

A lengthy acknowledgments section that thanked AltaVista, my scanner, my entire extended family, friends, and all of my pets

Making websites was my primary mode of self-expression throughout my teens, and it was also a huge part of my mostly autodidactic education. Over the years, my family’s approach to our education had grown increasingly radical, buoyed by the writings of “unschooling” proponents such as John Holt and Grace Llewellyn. I chose what to focus on and how to spend my time based on my goals, with fairly minimal oversight from my parents. My website became an obsession, and I had all the time in the world to devote to it. Most of the other creative things I did — drawing pictures, writing bad poems, and composing essays — were in the service of making a cool-as-hell website.

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A version of my website layout, featuring a dog I found on the street and kept for two days.

Although my site wasn’t part of any specific social platform, there was an informal but intense network of teenage and young adult women doing the same thing I was, and we joined web rings, made link lists, and sent each other fan mail. I kept up with tons of other website makers, almost all of them women: from JenniCam to one gothy girl who I only remember as “Calliope.” I learned from them. I studied their source codes for HTML tips, copied their brooding photography styles, listened to bands they mentioned in passing, started taking moody selfies like theirs, and tried hard to impress them with endless tweaks and new features on my website. To some extent, I lived my life with my website in mind — do it for the dot-com! — but this was a good thing: It made me more creative, thoughtful, and adventurous.

Creating my own elaborate websites about myself was outrageously, hilariously narcissistic in hindsight. But building my own sites gave me the ability to tell people who I was in a way that I could control. It also allowed me to look at myself in a positive way, something that was missing when I looked in the mirror. I liked the me I was on the web. I still do.

I’ve always wondered about the assumption that our online personas are more fake than our physical ones. I often feel awkward and nervous in real-life situations; I almost always feel like I’m saying the wrong thing and am unable to articulate what I really think and feel. Online, I have plenty of time and unlimited space to consider what to say and how to express myself. It’s an advantage that makes me feel more like myself, not less so.

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On Dec. 7, 2000, the day I joined LiveJournal, I was 18 years old, living with my parents in Austin, jobless, ecstatically in love with my first boyfriend, and spending almost every waking second with as many of my friends as possible. My crew was comprised of other homeschooled teenagers with the same excess of free time that I had, resulting in us spending so much time together that we complained about missing each other when we were apart for two days. I documented every mundane moment of that life and the years that followed on my LiveJournal, eventually falling off but still occasionally updating until 2007.

My journal is still up, hundreds of thousands of words detailing the first seven years of my adult life, and it’s full of hilarious contradictions. I was clearly leading a blissful adventure, experiencing a new “first” practically every week — my first relationship, my first apartment, my first road trip with friends, my first full-time job — but I constantly write as if the weight of the world is on my shoulders: “Life has gotten so misplaced. I don’t even know what I’m doing, just that it can’t be like this forever.”

I was also so unaware of how dang corny I was being all the time. I would write about “candy magic” and my “yummy” days and being “so full of joy.” I think I’m a pretty earnest and even cheesy person now, but I’ve got nothing on my 18-year-old self waxing poetic about every single silly thing under the sun that day. Some parts of it make me wish I still had the ability to be so sincere, but other parts make me think I must have been the most annoying person on earth.

I shared more on my LiveJournal about my thoughts and emotions than I ever did in verbal conversations. I masked my feelings with humor and being loud in “real” life, but I was able to share my neuroses on my LJ. My best friends were reading my journal, and writing in their own too, so it wasn’t like it was a secret — when we weren’t busy hanging out and having fun in my room, we were talking and fighting and sharing our lives, all through words upon words upon words on our computer screens.

I’d write about politics or religion, about trying to understand people who disagreed with me, about the anxieties and delights of my first relationship, about the bands I was discovering and falling in love with. Most of all, I wrote about spending time with my friends, and about how much I loved them.

“I’ve just had one of the most fun-packed days of my life! This will be a long entry but it may actually be worth reading becuz there was so much weirdness today:

“Rachel and Dorothy and I stayed up ALL night last night, being goofy and bitchy and farting and just being completely delirious and silly. At 8:00 we went to Flips, and soon thereafter down to soccer.

I went to soccer and was loud and delirious and singing, and then we went to Schlotsky’s and had great conversation. Then Rachel left and I almost cried cuz she was so fun and I’m gunna miss her so much. But then I went to Flips and they were funny over there. And then I went to meet Isaac after work! And I was dressed so cool and in such a good mood, and we walked around.”

My friends’ journals have largely the same tone: documenting our lives in incredible, mundane, ecstatic detail. This is mostly a practice that seems to have been left behind on the present web, where at least most people are self-aware enough to know that others aren’t interested in an outline of their everyday lives. I guess this is a good thing — I’ve naturally grown up and become smarter and more self-aware since my LiveJournal days, and reading my writing from that era causes my entire body to seize up in embarrassment. I’m also so incredibly jealous. I look back at these entries and I read someone who was completely, 100% unafraid of being herself. I can’t think of anything more remarkable in a teenage girl, and I’m grateful that LiveJournal was a place where I could be me: purely, ridiculously, perfectly.

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I was still blogging when I first joined Flickr.com in August 2004. For five years when everything else was changing — I left jobs, moved four times, broke up and restarted relationships, got a cat, and met my best friend — Flickr was a stable and integral part of my life. Flickr was focused entirely on photographs, and those pictures were all there was to it. You were judged not by your cool list of interests or your clever status updates, but by the glimpse into your actual life that photos provide. The present analogue is Instagram.

Still, before I even had an iPhone, Flickr flipped the tables for me. Instead of the internet being a thing I did when I wasn’t ~living~, Flickr became a way to keep track of all the cool stuff I was doing with my time. And there was plenty to keep track of — the time when I started using it a lot was also when I started drinking, dating, and traveling, and met most of the friends who are still my crew today. My Flickr photos are packed with boys I had flings with or unrequited crushes on, parties, late night video game sessions at my ex-boyfriend’s house, my new best friend’s hands folded around a beer at our favorite bar, and lots and lots of elaborately artistic selfies taken with my DSLR’s timer function.

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Cute boys with cats uploaded to my Flickr, 2004-2005.

I looked at Flickr a lot. My friends who were on it uploaded all of their photos too, and it was a way to reflect and reinforce all of the things we were going through together. Looking back at my early uploads or my favorites list is as evocative as listening to an old favorite song. It’s easier to remember things that you regularly look at photos from, and as a result, the years after I joined Flickr are genuinely much clearer to me than all of the ones that came before.

When I browse Flickr now — it still exists, but active users have dwindled away since Yahoo started making changes after it acquired the service in 2005 — I’ll come across a photo of an ex-boyfriend hugging a cat or a good friend drinking coffee or a bunch of co-workers dancing in someone’s apartment, and I can hear and smell and feel everything in that frame. Flickr isn’t a window into my “internet life” of yore, it’s a window into my life-life. Maybe they are the same thing.

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Typical Myspace selfie.

Although it was preceded by Friendster, which was used by me and a handful of my friends, for me Myspace marks when the concept of “social networking” became mainstream. It was the first time that the energy and excitement I felt for the internet was shared by almost everyone else my age.

There were so many Myspace things that came and went with the platform. The entire concept of having a “top eight” friends will always haunt people of a very specific age and remain completely meaningless to everyone five years older or younger than us.

And the Myspace selfies! I used Myspace photos to exert a control over my appearance that I’ve never quite felt like I had in real life. I’d carefully apply makeup I never wore in public, borrow my roommate’s jewelry, and have an entire selfie session in the sunshine just to achieve the perfect new profile picture.

Most notably, we made music for each other on Myspace. Getting musicians and their fanbases online must have been a strategic push for the company, but it felt completely organic. It felt like one day some band got on Myspace and made it big, and then the next day everyone on earth opened GarageBand for the first time.

Countless friends put music up on Myspace, so after joking that if I had a band I’d call it Premade Bears, I made a profile and I made some songs. For one of them, I borrowed my roommate’s 5-year-old son’s tiny miniature guitar and locked myself in the bathroom, strumming along to my imperfect country-ass voice singing about having a thing for a younger dude. For others, like “Stay Sweet; Don’t Ever Change,” I arranged some generic beats and played some keys on my laptop while sort of lackadaisically rapping about having a crush in the summertime.

There was no future for me in these weirdo amateur tunes, no shows to book or albums to release. Lily Allen made it big on Myspace, but most of us weren’t thinking about scale. I worked at a bookstore, doing events and making displays. I had designs to do something more with my life, but I wasn’t ever going to be a famous musician. Still, I made something I’d always wanted to, and I shared it with my friends. That was cool. Before Myspace, making music and getting people to listen to it seemed hard and complicated. During Myspace, it was the easiest thing in the world. Our old Myspace photos and cliquey top eights were a little silly, but making tunes for each other was a truly sweet, cool thing we got to do and I am grateful.

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When I joined Facebook in 2006, it felt at first like the other social networks — a secret club for me and a select few to share our lives together. I didn’t quite get the point — most of the action was still on Myspace for the first couple years, and the wonkiness of Myspace’s customizable color scheme felt way more me than the clean, boring blue and gray on Facebook. And then Facebook grew. And kept growing. And now it remains the only network mentioned here that’s frequented by my entire extended family.

As evidenced by the teens who’ve left Facebook for other less mom-supervised networks and apps over the last couple years, being on a social network with everyone you’ve ever known is sometimes less fun than the alternatives. I mean, it makes sense: The last thing I want to do in real life is gather every friend, former co-worker, family member, and ex-boyfriend in one giant room together.

That said, my own mom is by far the coolest part of my Facebook experience. My mom uses Facebook with the same delightful, contagious joy that I used early BBSes with. Every Friday, she posts nature photos from the ranch where she lives with the hashtag #FieldNotesFriday. Rumor of her excellence on Facebook has spread among my group of friends, and I occasionally get a text from another pal asking if it’s cool if they request her.

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A typical Facebook update from my mom.

Social networking is associated with youth — naturally, kids who grew up with the internet are more comfortable adapting to new social networks. But in the next couple decades, those same kids will be the parents crashing the party. If my mom is any indication, that could actually be pretty great.

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I joined Twitter just about as soon as I heard about it, in early 2008; by that time, I was joining pretty much any social network that came onto my radar. When I first joined, my tweets were approximations of Facebook statuses.

is going to start using twitter.

— summeranne (@Summer Anne Burton)

It took months before I started using the actual functionality of Twitter, like to find out I had missed events or, er, comment on the news:

checking twitter for the first time in a day & like a nightmare, last night: “secret okkervil river show RIGHT NOW @ the compound”… Sigh.

— summeranne (@Summer Anne Burton)

david foster wallace is dead. wtf.

— summeranne (@Summer Anne Burton)

I felt like I was talking to a wall, because no one I knew was on Twitter, so I gave up on it for a while. I got the sense that Twitter was never going to catch on, but when a few of my coolest real-life friends started accounts, I quickly returned:

people keep joining twitter. so i’ll try to start updating again. i need an omelette.

— summeranne (@Summer Anne Burton)

But I used the platform for desolate personal revelations and song lyrics cryptically referencing my complicated personal life:

We are the challengers of the unknown.

— summeranne (@Summer Anne Burton)

Whiskey, i love you with a depth of feeling that scares the shit out of you.

— summeranne (@Summer Anne Burton)

When I first started at BuzzFeed almost three years ago, I stopped using Twitter as a constant stream of my brain and started using it more professionally and strategically to share my articles, comment on other sites’ posts, and interact with writers and editors I worked with or admired.

It felt like Twitter was something I did for work and Facebook was something I did for my “real” friends. Living in New York City, I have now met many of the people whose faces light up my TweetDeck window every day, but my pals back home mostly remain holdouts.

Still, lately my Twitter experience has reverted 360 degrees back to the personal, flirty, ~relatable~ vibe of my early tweets, except people are actually listening. I like to tweet about songs I like, and having crushes, and being up too late at night. I like to post selfies, and look at the selfies of cute dudes and ladies I follow. I like Twitter on the nights and weekends as much as I like it during the day at work. I like to wonder about whether a fav is a flirty fav or just a fav. I try to make people smile, or laugh, or, at the very least, think I am charming. I follow people who I find nice, warm, and smart.

life goal: be more like this dog

— summeranne (@Summer Anne Burton)

I often describe Twitter these days as the cool room where I hang out with my internet friends all day. Most of my closest “IRL” friends back in Texas still don’t use it, so Twitter still feels in some ways like a throwback to the internet of yore. It’s insurance that my thoughts won’t just disappear inside my brain. It’s a place to test my own ideas and jokes and cute pictures before unleashing them on a wider audience. And it’s an amazing way to maintain mild crushes on the brains of a few hundred other people, a true dream come true for my giant, fickle heart.

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In January 2011, I had been using Tumblr for a couple years. I’d given up on maintaining my personal domain name and redirected it to my tumblog, where I posted photos, wrote about songs I liked, and shared links to things on the internet I was into. I had, around this same time, gotten super into drawing again. Art was something I’d been into consistently as a kid and a teenager, but I’d been focusing on writing, kissing boys, and working shitty retail jobs for most of my twenties. I started posting drawings on my blog in 2010 and found that my friends responded super positively to them. There’s so much reblogging and reposting and sharing on the social web that putting something truly new into the world again felt like I was doing something special.

I was also becoming completely obsessed with baseball, thanks to a fortuitous series of events. I’d started dating an obsessive sports fanatic named Brian and we visited the Hall of Fame in Cooperstown together for his birthday. I’d also recently switched from cheerleading to playing in my devoted local co-ed softball league. I’d just binge-watched all of the Ken Burns baseball documentary series. I joined a fantasy league. I had always liked baseball — it was the only sport I remember my dad being really into when I was a kid, and my grandmother was a devoted Astros fan — but this time, I got serious about it. I devoured books about baseball statistics and history, got an MLB season pass for my phone and computer so I could watch all the games I wanted, learned how to keep score, and started reading baseball websites and following baseball writers online.

So, in 2011, I started something that seemed totally natural: I decided to draw every member of the National Baseball Hall of Fame (there are currently 306) and put the drawings up on Tumblr. I thought maybe I could do it in a year. Four years later, I’m up to 258 drawings done. The project wasn’t designed to go viral; I just thought it would get me into the practice of drawing regularly, and that I’d get to learn more about baseball history in the process.

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One of the inaugural five Hall of Famers and one of my first drawings for the blog.

A few months in, an editor for ESPN: The Magazine called my cell phone. I was at my part-time waitressing job when he told me the magazine wanted to pay me to draw some pictures of players who won’t make it into the Hall despite impressive resumes (such as banned baseball player Pete Rose). It was the first time someone offered to pay me to do something freelance, and it blew my mind. After the magazine, I did an interview with ESPN online, Emma Carmichael asked if she could feature some of the drawings on Deadspin, and the project was written up in my hometown alt-weekly, the Austin Chronicle.

I started to become known, not just as an illustrator but also among baseball writers online. I applied for and, miraculously, got a regular paying freelance gig at Fangraphs, a baseball website for mega-nerds like the one I’d become. I didn’t write about stats in any traditional sense, though — I wrote about female pop stars as if they were players, researched the GOP presidential candidates’ relationships with America’s pastime, and crafted a T-shirt with the win probability graph of a crazy playoff game embroidered on it (the latter led my wonderful editor, Carson Cistulli, to email me with an apology for, well, all men).

Writing about baseball on Fangraphs opened up a world for me that I hadn’t fully realized existed, where people got paid to do what I’d been doing for fun my entire life: make stuff for the internet. I did some posts for The Hairpin and started drawing a comic for the newly kickstarted The Classical. I started applying for jobs at websites. And, 16 months after starting Every Hall of Famer, I got an email from a woman at BuzzFeed asking if I could chat with two editors about the part-time weekend editor position I’d applied for. By September of that year, I moved to New York for a full-time position at BuzzFeed.

Though I don’t typically write about baseball for the site, I’m sure I wouldn’t be here without Every Hall of Famer, which I’m hoping to finally finish sometime during the 2015 baseball season. I sometimes miss writing about baseball, but I figure I was never meant to be a specialist.

My latest position at BuzzFeed, Editorial Director of BFF, entails running a new team that makes original content for emerging social web platforms. It’s better than I ever imagined a job could be. It’s also the job I’ve been in training for without knowing it since I first dialed into a BBS at age 12. It reinforces my dad’s decision to introduce technology to me and my brother when we were so young, and it validates my mom’s loose, organic view of education and willingness to let me self-direct in front of a computer screen. I’m grateful for this life, online and off.

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One of my first posts on Vine, starring Bobby Sneakers.

I’ve focused here on the social networks that have had the biggest impact on my life, but there was also the ego-stroking delight of Friendster testimonials, the thrill of experimenting with online dating — or, more accurately, online flirting — on Consumating.com, my brief foray into anonymous message boards on Zug.com, and countless music message boards and email lists. These days, I use Instagram, Vine, and Facebook daily, in addition to Twitter and Tumblr.

“Social networking” is what I think about all day at my job, but it’s also how I stay connected to my friends back home, make new friends, develop crushes, document my life, and entertain myself. So about this tension between the internet and real life: Maybe while they’re melting together, they can bring out the best in one another.

There are plenty of people who seem to have an easy time being cruel on the web who would crumble if they were face to face with the victims of their abuse. It would be nice if those bullies and trolls could take whatever it is that keeps most of them from being horrible every day in the streets, and bring it with them to online forums.

On the flip side, I often yearn for the texture of my internet life in my “real” life. Sometimes when I’m at a bar or a party these days, I try to summon internet-me so that I can be more open, generous, flirtatious, confident, and tender. A better listener and a nicer person.

Most days I spend a lot of time watching people — some of them friends and some of them strangers — post on Instagram and Facebook and Twitter and Vine and Tumblr and TinyLetter and Medium. They are so often honest and vulnerable and breaking my heart, or funny, or creative, or incisive. I heart their selfies, I share their writing, I fav their tweets, and I read about their experiences. I tell them I love and appreciate them in tiny, easy ways, and they do the same for me.

Those moments usually feel like the realest part of my day.

Read more: http://www.buzzfeed.com/summeranne/social-networking-a-love-story

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need to be listed on my policy? I have heard several different answers to this. Also, I've heard he has to be listed but the insurance company cannot rate him until he gets his license, therefore, they cannot charge me more for him. Any help is greatly appreciated.""

Can I purchase auto insurance without car registration?

Hello guys and gals, I need your helps here, I live in California and I currently own two cars (A and B), car A which I am planning to sell has not been driven in a year (2011-2012), also I did not buy the car insurance for car A since I don't drive it anymore, in this year (2012) after I paid for the car registration renewal fee for car A, I received a letter from California DMW, stated that they were unable to send me a registration card unless I can provide them with evidences of auto insurance for car A, and unfortunately, I lost all the previous registration cards of car A during moves, so in this case, will I be able to purchase auto insurance for car A without showing registration card to the insurance agent but only with Drive's License, VIN number, etc.? Or alternatively, can I use the insurance of car B to complete registration renewal for car A? Thank you in advance.""

Are there any insurance companies who offer REALLY cheap new driver insurance?

I have my driving test (practical) booked for the 7th March 2012. I have been searching for cheap car insurance and the lowest I can find is about 7000 which I just cannot afford. Im only looking for insurance for a few months, less than a year for a few hundred pounds. Please, any suggestions greatly accepted. Thanks :-D""

Car Insurance Question?

Here's the quick version of the story- I'm 21 and have just totaled my Altima on a rainy night, crashing into the back of a parked SUV, also totaling that. I have received a $700 bill for the ambulance, a $1200 for the radiography and, here's the kicker, a $24,000 bill for the hospital. I do not have medical insurance or medical coverage on my car insurance and will not be able to pay off the hefty hospital bill. What options do I have?""

What is a fair mileage adjustment auto insurance Valuation?

The insurance company has gave me a list of 30 cars like mine within a 500 mile radius. They chose two cars out of the 30 to compare my car too. The problem is, there is a huge mileage difference: My car had 130k miles The comparables they used have 45k and 50k miles That's like an 80k difference. They took $2,265 off my ACV just for the difference. Is that fair? I don't get why they didn't just find a car with similar mileage to mine when there were plenty available. Why did they choose the two cars with the lowest mileage and then deduct 2 grand? When they could have easily picked two similar cars with at least 100k miles , and deducted a lot less for the difference.""

How do I find really cheap legal insurance for my superbike?

I have been licensed in the U.S. for only 3 months, but I have been riding motorcycles for over 20 years outside the country. I am in the process of buying an expensive superbike, but the insurance quotes from major companies are way, way, way to high for my liking. What are the alternative methods?""

Insurance write off question?

My car has recently been declared an insurance write off, basically a young guy (17) pulled out of a side road T-Bone ing me, causing me to be pushed into a tree, all the under body of my car was twisted and it would cost more to repair than the car is worth. The problem is my car isn't worth anything ( Peugeot 206). Someone is going to phone me tomorrow to discuss a settlement figure, I'd like 2k, (I paid 4k) 2.5 years ago for it. How much am I likely to get as an insurance write off, bearing in mind the other driver had admitted full liability and blame. It was a 2005 Peugeot 206 with 70k miles, one previous owner with a recent mot ( 2 weeks ago) also I've just paid for 12 months tax ( last month) can I reclaim this somehow? Thank You As for the other driver. I spoke to the police office who attended the scene and he went to his house yesterday to interview him, apparently he can do him for dangerous driving and give him points, as he was 17 I bet he will get caned on his insurance renewal, which is some comfort I guess :)""

How much does Whole Life insurance cost?

I have a quote for 20-year term life insurance for a non-smoker for $48 a month. How much would it be a month for whole life insurance?

Help with car insurance for me?

Hello, I am wondering what the estimated cost of my car insurance will be for every month. I know I should just go to an online website but i did it once with my moms car which is obviously not mine because i didnt have one then and they kept calling me for 2 weeks straight or I should just go and ask them. But I want you to just give me a guesstimate and what you think. Age- 17 Gender- Male Car I drive. 2001 Dodge Stratus SE. 140000 miles if it matters. I live in eastern mass No driving record because I just got my actual car today. And again I know i should just go but I Want to know what I am in for.""

Insurance Question??????

hey i am a 17 year old female and i got my g2 a few days ago. i was wondering if anyone could tell me about how much insurance would cost for me if i was added as an occasional driver on my parents' insurance -we have two cars: 2005 toyota corolla and a 2009 mazda 3 -i have had no accidents/demerit points....my driving record is clean -my parents have no accidents, etc (idk if that helps) -i completed driving school and was certified for it -i only hve my g2""

About how much more would insurance be on this car?

i want to get a chrysler sebring convertible. i tried calculating insurance but it didnt ask if it was a convertible or not. Im just trying to see how much more the insurance would be since its a convertible.SO! how much more would insurance be on a 99 sebring coupe than a 99 sebring convertible. it would have 46000 miles.

Cheapest Auto Insurance Online?!?

Im trying to find cheap liability coverage. My contract ends this Friday and Im trying to find a cheaper rate, has anyone had any luck with sites like Esurance.com, etc? Thanks for any advice!""

Cheaper insurance for a second toy car

I currently am driving a 99 corolla and am looking into getting an 87 firebird Is their a cheap way to insure the car just as a toy not a daily driver mabey drive it tops 5 times a month?

What is a good name for a Spanish speaking Insurance Agency?

I am opening a Spanish speaking Insurance Agency and need a name. I need some sincere suggestions. Will be much appreciated.

Woodland Hills California Cheap car insurance quotes zip 91365

Woodland Hills California Cheap car insurance quotes zip 91365

Who can give me the best rates for car insurance rates in palm bay florida?

Who can give me the best rates for car insurance rates in palm bay florida?

How much is motorcycle insurance?

I'm only 14 right now but when I hit 16 i'm planning on buying a motorcycle. Planning on buying a Kawasaki Ninja 300r 2013 around my birthday and I remembered a rough factor. How much would insurance be for a 16 year old on a sport bike like that? Don't refer me to a Quote site just a rough estimate I live in Illionois

Does anyone know of a great affordable insurance plan with maternity coverage?

I already know about maternity card (no good).

My car insurance is higher than everyone elses because im a Young Man?

Hi, Im 24 and recently started seaching for my own car insurance poilicy. I thought I would pay about the same rate as my mom, but I keep getting quotes that are like twice what she pays! I asked one agent why and he said :young men are more aggressive and likely to take more risk while driving I have never even had a parking ticket! Just because im young doesnt mean I will drive wild or speed. Is this discrimination? WOMEN AE WAY WORSE DRIVERS THAN MEN!""

Whats the average cost if you dont have health insurance to have a baby in the hospital?

I have health insurance I'm not sure yet if they will cover my pregnancy, how much does it cost to have a baby if you dont have health insurance? How much are sonograms, doctor visits etc. Thanks""

""Im paying $1,000 every 6months for my car insurance, and im 19 years old.?""

Does anybody know of any cheap insurance companies that I can get a quote from? I really REALLY need to find a different company, because I cant afford that much. Please help! (I live in California if that helps)""

Has the economy effected the auto insurance rates for individual policies?

Has the economy effected the auto insurance rates for individual policies?

How long it takes to find a car before it is considered a loss for insurance purrpose in California?

What is the search time frame for a car to be considered loss for insurance reimbursement in California? I am buying a new car and considering my insurance policy option and also thinking if I truly need a LoJack.

Business insurance?? plzz help?

what is the purpose of insurance for a business??? thankyou in advance

""What do you think is the best, most reliable, and inexpensive AUTO INSURANCE company?

In the state of FL.

Switching car insurance?

I live in North Carolina, and I got insurance when I lived in south carolina under state farm for 160. When I moved back to be with my family, I was searching for car insurance for North Carolina and found Geico with 60 a month. I didn't notify state farm of the change in insurance, and I am currently insured under Geico. I'm wondering if my license could potentially be suspended or I have something on my record about it, even though I did not have a lapse in coverage, I did not notify the other insurance company. Any info would be greatly appreciated!!""

How soon do i need auto insurance after buying a vehicle (used)?

I am buying a truck for the summer, and i was just wondering if i need insurance to drive it back home, or whether i can just drive it home and then get insurance...sounds stupid""

Pre-existing condition on health insurance?

If I apply for health insurance with a preexisting condition and they give me a 12-month waiting period before covering the condition - does that 12 months start over if I am treated within the waiting period and I pay for the treatment on my own? Or does the 12-month waiting period begin from the date I purchased the insurance, regardless of what takes place during the waiting period?""

How much does it cost to insure a madza rx7 ?

I am only 18 and i really want an rx7, but i want the veilside widebody kit for it, my dad says i cant get one cause no one will insure me! This is my dream car if somebody from experiance or present owner could tell me what there insurance is so i can get a rough idea??""

List of cheap auto insurance in Georgia $40-$50 a month?

cheap auto insurance in Georgia .looking for where I can pay btw $40-$50 a month

Car insurance for 18 y.o. good driver Honda Civic or Honda Fit?

Car insurance for 18 y.o. good driver Honda Civic or Honda Fit? Which car will be cheaper to insure for an 18 year old male? 2009 Civic LX Sedan 2009 Fit Base Hatchback He is a very good driver and has no infractions, we live in a low crime area. Thank you! Would just like to know which would be cheaper to insure.""

How much does insurance cost for?

Hi! I'm a 16 year old male that lives in Kentucky, and i'm getting a truck soon, it would be my first vehicle. Its going to be a mid 90s or late 80s truck. I'm wanting to know how much insurance would cost on average? Any help would be greatly appreciated.""

If there was affordable health insurance would there be early retirements and jobs for the youth?

If there was affordable health insurance would there be early retirements and jobs for the youth?

Why does high fico score lower car insurance?

Suze Orman just said pay off store credit cards and do not close them -this will lower your car insurance. Should my son open store credit cards and pay off the balance right away just so maybe his car insurance be lowered? And why does car insurance companies care about your credit card fico score anyways? He'll be 21 in a couple months ; hoping the insurance will decrease.

Insurance with car or person in Georgia?

My wife has been allowing her father to use her car to work as a pizza delivery man while his car is getting fixed. We don't have her car listed as a business vehicle, but he says that if he wrecks it his insurance will cover it. I'm not sure if he is correct or not, but I don't know the law in Georgia. I'm afraid he'll get in a wreck and we'll get sued or have our insurance policy canceled. Is he correct? Thanks.""

Insurance on a Ninja 250r? (2008- and newer)?

I would just like to know what people pay on this model (2008-and newer). Location and what your monthly or yearly cost is would be most helpful.

Car Insurance?

Hi I have just passed my test, and was thinking about getting a car. i was wondering how much (roughly) the insurance will be, with a standard car, most probably not new, for a 17-18 year old in the UK thanks""

Motorcycle insurance?

I just bought a new 2013 triumph thruxton and I was wondering how much insurance would cost me I got a quote from progressive and it ended up being 3744 every six months can anyone shed some light on why its so expensive by the way I'm 18 and I paid the bike in full no loans it's paid for completely

I know nothing about car insurance. Help?

I'm 18 y.o. and I have no idea what to do first- buy a car or get insurance..I've heard that you cant buy a car without insurance, but when i went to buy insurance it asked me what kind of car I wanted it for. ?? What to do first-?""

I had some questions about car insurance and things of that nature?

Im am 17 and about to get my car at 18 it is gonna be my first car and i have never been in an accident before how much will insurance cost and how does it work is it more if its under me instead of an adult. and another off topic question.. i have a laptop but i dont know what the light where it tells if the power is on is called u know the three lights because my brother punched that area and it broke as in the lights dont turn on anymore?

Woodland Hills California Cheap car insurance quotes zip 91365

Woodland Hills California Cheap car insurance quotes zip 91365

Insurance Rate comparison Between G37S Coupe 2009 and a 370z 2009 Both black for a 17 year old?

don't give me the He shouldn't have a car like that at such a young age. We have our reasons, just got back Iraq. But anyways, would the insurance be basically the same for both cars since they're both fast, expensive, and two doors?""

Does state farm insurance cover rental cars if you car gets stolen?

I do have full coverage on the car that was stolen ,but does rental coverage come standard on full coverage insurance?""

How much will my car insurance go up if i got an ovi dropped to reckless op?

i was pulled over and ended up being charged w an ovi, but my lawyer got it reduced to a reckless op. how much will my insurance go up and how many points on my licensee will that be?""

Do police check with your car insurance to make sure it's valid when you're pulled over?

I've always been curious as to if this would work, but in the past a few friends of mine had bought insurance, paid up to date for 6 months, canceled two weeks later, gotten most of their money back and obtained a proof of insurance that said they were paid for the next six months. They claim that if they were to get pulled over, they could continue to use this proof of insurance just as if they were actually still driving legal. Of course this could backfire on them in obvious ways if they were to actually get in an accident, but as far as getting pulled over, would this actually stop them from getting a ticket for no insurance ? Can and do the police verify with your insurance company over their computers while you are pulled over? Thanks!""

What is the average cost of mobile home insurance in California?

What is the average cost of mobile home insurance in California?

""If i borrow my friend's car for a road trip, what about insurance?

i have insurance for my car and my friend has insurance for her car. if i borrow her car for a few weeks (out of state road trip) do i need to get extra insurance?

Is Liberty Mutual a good reputable car insurance company?

If you know anyone that has them..or heard stories..or if you have them please let me know some things about them..pros,cons. Geico is quoting me $3500 for 6 months..I got a new car and Libery Mutual is quoting me $2000 for a year..so that's pretty good I really want to switch but I dont know anything about them. All advice open...""

""I am finally getting my own insurance policy, but what is pip insurance?""

I am trying to get a quote from geico and they are asking me to select a type of PIP insurance. Which should I choose? I just moved out of the house, so I don't have a lot of money. PIP full pip primary PIP full health primary PIP med only PIP primary PIP med only health primary""

I am a college student and i am looking for health and dental insurance.?

I just moved to texas and I rarely go to the doctor only for like for pap smears birth control and things of that nature. I work PRN an a hospital but PRN employees do not qualify for benefits.I am looking for an affordable insurance until i finish nursing school and get a full time job with benefits? Can anyone help me!

Where to get pregnancy insurance?

Please can someone tell me where to get pregnancy insurance? I am a UK citizen and will be spending the whole of 2010 in America (Boston). Thanks

I have copd and no insurance.?

I cough almost constantly and always coughing up mucus. Some times its yellow or green, but mostly bubbly clear and has (looks like very small pieces of lung in it.) I'm scared that I am slowly dying. I'm tired all the time. Most of the time all I want to do is lay. My appitite is very poor, I seldom get hungry. I have lost weight and now only weigh 90 pounds. A little over a year ago I weighed 135. Insurance company's turn me down because of preexisting, copd, RH, Hodgekins, I don't know what to do. I can't afford $800 month insurance. I get friends to get prescriptions for albuterol and combivent. I started taking pills (hydrocodone) as they help me so I can breathe normal so I can work. I can get insurance through my new job in 90 days.""

Motorcycle insurance?

Im a 20 soon to be 21 year old male who lives in the lower half of Michigan. I was wondering if any one knows about the cheapest or the best coverage and how much will that run me? I am about to buy a Honda CBR 600 if that makes any difference. Anyone with insurance experience any and all information will be greatly accepted also information on registration!!!! THANKS

What kind of insurance do you have to have on a car that your still paying on ?

will the car company let you get cheap insurance?

How much are geckos i found one for 7.00. at petco i thought they were a lot more money.?

a while back i went to petco and seen it. It was a bright green gecko. it looked like the one from the car insurance place and it was like 3-4 inches but it was 7.00 so i was just wondering.

Insurance cost?

I have 2 cars, a 2002 honda civic & a 2007 camry. How much should i be paying as insurance cost for both cars every 6 months ? I'm 30 yrs & have been a responsible driver so far.""

If i'm 17 and in the military can i get a discount on car insurance?

My mom has PGC insurance and with me added to it its another $1000 ever 6 months. I'm in the U.S. army. is there a way i can get a discount on car insurance?

Am I supposed to have car insurance?

I'm 17, I currently have my permit, I'm taking my driving test on Friday, so I was wondering if I'm supposed to have car insurance? I drive my dad's car, he has insurance.""

Is it possible to fake an Auto Insurance Quote survey...?

I do surveys online for things and there are some that give a lot of credit but they are usually like auto insurance quote ones and health insurance quotes so im wondering if i can fake that i dont want to put any of my info what im really looking for is like a list of working SSN and junk like that.

Medical i don't know whats share of cost? or good insurance? for pregnancy?

does any one who lives in the state of california and have medical undurstand what is share of cost? mine is $796.00 now i dont know if have to pay that monthly ? my husband is eligeble for insurance from his job but in 2 months and it will be 400.00 monthly so it will be less expensive im so confused im 3 months pregnant and i know it's soo expensive so i want to have it sort out before i give birth but im not sure what the best choice i try to apply to kaiser permanente but they denied me becuase im already pregnant? do you guys know what share of cost or where i can get insurance ?

What is a good cheap car insurance?

I live in indiana if it matters

Insurance for 16-20 year old Male?

Hello all, I am currently 16, and i have my drivers license. I am on my parents plan and i pay about $100 a month for full coverage with my parents cars. But here is my real question, I have been saving for a while (5 years) and i have enough to buy a car i have dreamed of buying for a long time. So i am going to, but my question is what would my insurence be if i did? the car is a 2002 BMW M3 SMG. It has 76,200 Miles on it. I am paying $20,000 for it. I am going to buy it weather the insurance is $1,000 or $100. I have a job and can pay for $1,000 if needed.. so if anyone knows a estimate of what it would be, let me know. If it helps, i have had my drivers license for a month. Also after i buy it, i may just not drive it, if it is too much $$$.. so if it would go down for me when im say 17-20 let me know how much =] Here are some pictures of the car: http://picasaweb.google.com/evanesterman/2002BMWM3SMG# Thanks""

How do I determine my house's replacement cost to get an accurate quote from insurance companies?

To get a quote, all of the companies are asking for the replacement cost. I've read that only way to get that is to hire an appraiser. So does that mean I get an appraiser first, THEN start getting insurance quotes? What do I do here?""

Is it legal to do this with car insurance?

I know of people who do this for the sake of saving money, but I am not sure if it is legal or not? Say Person A has horrible insurance rates to the point of where driving is impossible to afford. Now let's say Person A sells their car to their significant other, Person B for a small price and transfers the title into Person B's name, so now this car on Person B's active insurance policy. Person B's rates will go up a bit based on their cost to insure, however Person A will still be driving this vehicle on a regular basis, and simply pay Person B the additional, much cheaper premium. Is this legal? If not, how would anyone ever know the difference? Now the new""

Any ideas how i could get my car insurance quotes lower? 18 year old female driver?

Okay so every time i go on price comparison sites etc, my quote will not go below 2300! no matter what car i put in with a small engine, nothing chages what else can i do? i must be going wrong somewhere because lots of people get insurance below 2000! i cannt add any additional drivers because noone in my family drives thanks! :)""

What kind of document do I need do register a motorcycle in my name in California?

What kind of document do I need do register a motorcicle in my name in California, and get the plates, How long does it takes? It's possible for a non US resident?""

Woodland Hills California Cheap car insurance quotes zip 91365

Woodland Hills California Cheap car insurance quotes zip 91365

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[jmkitsune]

All 70

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

it’s best when my mom and I are not force to interact as much

it’s non existent with my dad

it’s good as it’s gonna get with my step dad

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?

literally- Kate while playing over watch and she rez’d me to save my life, it was a clutch save and it was beautiful Rez, she should have gotten potg lol

romantically- yeah been a while since I did that

03: Do you regret anything?

learning not to regret as much so ask me again sometime

04: Are you insecure?

I’m TERRIBLY insecure I just hide and bull shit it a lot

05: What is your relationship status?

single but, my attention is elsewhere

06: How do you want to die?

happy, free, probably having done something TOTALLY wicked

07: What did you last eat?

....cheese

08: Played any sports?

soccer, martial arts, can play baseball, like to swim though it’s been forever

09: Do you bite your nails?

not any more

10: When was your last physical fight?

uhhh I wanna say freshmen/sophomore year?

11: Do you like someone?

yush

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

longest I’ve done is I THINK (ballparkin here) 60-72 hour frame

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

nah I try to hate a lot of people but I really can’t bring myself to, unless it’s myself and I’m workin on that

14: Do you miss someone?

always to some degree, some days more than others

15: Have any pets?

siblings don’t count sooo no

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

lighter, like mentally/emotionally feel like a lost a bit of weight

17: Ever made out in the bathroom?

had sex in a bathroom before THERE WAS A FUCKIN COUCH IN THERE!I WAS SO CONFUSED (no we didn’t bang on the couch)

18: Are you scared of spiders?

not terribly, but I’d prefer they fuck right off

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

not to any time I’d impact and risk changing, I’ve learned from the Flash to not fuck with the timeline

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

.....uhh *thinking back* it was...2013? 14? so yeah probably my room

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

streaming lol maybe editing and writing

22: Do you want to have kids? How many?

NEXT QUESTION!

23: Do you have piercings? How many?

used to have them, don’t anymore, might redo again

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

history/English/chorus

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?

I miss the ideas of them, who they were then, but they’ve all changed to other people I don’t know so not enough to revisit them

26: What are you craving right now?

honestly? could use a fuckin back/shoulder rub 

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

haha who hasn’t broken someone’s heart

like seriously real talk- I had to have done it at LEAST once unintentionally

28: Have you ever been cheated on?

yes

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

...yeaaa and I still carry how much I hate it

30: What’s irritating you right now?

eh stupid shit that isn’t mine to worry about, it’ll pass though

31: Does somebody love you?

statistically speaking someone has to ^.^

32: What is your favourite color?

purple and red (specifically crimson and amethyst)

33: Do you have trust issues?

I’m relearning to trust people, it’s not perfect but I trust people individually more than people on a whole. because people on the whole give me hope for who they are individually

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

well you see *redacted due to Non Disclosure Agreement* and during all that *redacted* it was unexpected as fuck but holy crap was *redacted name here* ....yeah it was vivid.

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?

....PHYSICALLY- kyo and eden probably

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

PROBABLY too easily

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

my memory is like fickle as fuck either I remember or don’t and I can forget 10 seconds after something happens, forgiving though I do usually too often

38: Is this year the best year of your life?

it’s been a year, good and bad things happened. Ask me again in December

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

15, she picked me up off the ground (LITERALLY) during the kiss...two my best friends and mom watched from the car and gave me shit when I got back to the car...it was umm yeah

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

no

51: Favourite food?

lol I’m picky as fuck so I don’t have many options but I’ll go with mcdonalds double cheese burgers- no pickles or onions (they is gross) with fries a vanilla shake

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

I believe that everything happens because people make them happen. we put reasons/signs from the universe because it helps make transition easier, but ignore “signs/reasons” from the universe until we’re ready to see them. EVEN if they are always SLAPPING YOU IN THE FACE

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

played overwatch with Kate

54: Is cheating ever okay?

no, whoever says it is- stay the FUCK away from them

55: Are you mean?

I try to not be, I am not perfect though

56: How many people have you fist fought?

3 or 4?

57: Do you believe in true love?

I do, even when times hit where I believe less and less, in the end somehow I keep believing in that fairy tale, disney churned out, jane austin style, musical based love lol

58: Favourite weather?

if I am not shoveling snow or dying of muggy humidity we’re good

59: Do you like the snow?

*points above*

60: Do you wanna get married?

ask me when I find someone who lets me hold their hand and kiss their face and say I love them first lol

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

yeah I like shit like that. people may not realize it but I’m a sap for all that diabetic cute romantic shit

62: What makes you happy?

music, video games, friends, movies, tv shows, writing, martial arts, a lot of things

63: Would you change your name?

I mean TECHNICALLY I kinda did? I mean I prefer/go by JM when it’s not my birthname but a nickname that I only answer to now, refusing my birthname

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

you. have. no. idea

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

*side eyes* yeah I’m gonna just continue

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

hello Britt, Kyo, Eden, Adrienne, Lolo and Kate....the MAJORITY of my friend base lol

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

was gonna say Kate but no was actually Britt and Kyo

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

Kate

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

I believe a soulmate is someone you have all the chemistry in the world with and just happen to match up timing wise. sometimes a soulmate has to wait, sometimes they’re bumped into

but you only need chemistry and timing for that soulmate thing to start, the rest is actively choosing daily to make it work and keep loving them

70: Is there anyone you would die for?

probably more than deserve that honor if I asked my friends