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anotherfauxredhead · 1 year ago

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The Post-Bisalp Diaries, Part One

It's been one week and a day since my tubes went off to a better place, and I gotta say: my healing process has gone...better than I thought. I'm not sure why, but here's what I've done since the surgery:

*Day Of (Right After Surgery)*

Let me preface this by saying I am a Keto eater (been so for four-plus years) and I can fast for hours in between dinner and breakfast. I last consumed solid food around 10:49PM the night before. I broke my fast shortly after 2PM (5 hours after I had the surgery; I got stuck at the hospital for a little while) and I. WANTED. FOOD! This wasn't bland-ass foods I broke my fast to. I had scrambled eggs, French toast, ham, cereal, some chocolate, and a Quest protein drink. (All sugar-free/low-carb, by the way.) I'm sure I consumed almost a day's worth of calories for my late AF breakfast, but I didn't care. I was happy to have food again. Throat was sore from the tube they stuck in there during surgery, so I also loaded up on low-carb ice cream (Rebel is my bestie for ice cream cravings).

Along with my lunch (also eaten hella late), I also took the first dose of Ibuprofen I was prescribed.

And I felt like weak trash. I don't know why--maybe its high dosage fucked with me (I also seldom take regular-dose ibuprofen), or the anesthesia wearing off, but I felt like I was gonna crash. My appetite sure did; my dinner was pre-made chicken soup and a slice of toasted keto bread. And I barely stomached it all. I'd also forgotten that the doctors also gave me some antibiotics in my IV, and it's best to counter antibiotics with probiotics a few hours after antibiotic consumption so your stomach doesn't get upset. I took a high dose probiotic pill with my dinner, and I think it seemed to help. I ended up sleeping like a rock that night.

*Day After Surgery*

Felt a little better than last night. No more ibuprofen for me! I went back to one of my favorite natural pain relievers: Terry Naturally's Curamin. YMMV, but they've worked for me when I get shit like headaches, PMS cramps, etc. My appetite still felt suppressed but I managed to have some good fats (such as nuts and avocados) with my meals that was mostly light foods (salad, cereal, soup, etc.) I kept on with my probiotic use, which may have helped in reducing gas and bloat.

As someone who likes being active and does a lot of walking, I knew I had to limit myself upon taking that first post-surgery walk. I couldn't even take the stairwell down, and I already have an aversion to using my apartment's elevator as I don't like potentially sharing it with others. (The pandemic ruined elevator rides with others for me, and there's some nasty-ass people that live in my building. Yes, I still mask up indoors.) Anyways, it was refreshing to go outside. The weather was great for walking, but all I could get was around 25 minutes before my body told me to get back home. I usually can walk for longer periods than that. Also, my neighborhood is a great place to walk/jog around, but avoiding inclines was another odd thing I had to temporarily avoid. Equally weird was seeing my pedometer clock in 4100 steps; I'm someone who can easily do 10K+ steps. But my tube-free self needed to heal.

*Days Two-Six Post-Surgery*

My appetite was slowly starting to return. I've been eating mostly clean/whole foods up until Day Five when I started craving keto processed foods again. (Do you know that there's such a thing as keto pop tarts?) And I walked a little more every day. Finally hit 10K steps on Day Six. My incisions continued to heal, and I'd be so damned if I didn't live in a state that banned CBD products.

Day Six was not just the First Day of Summer, but also the day I returned to driving. Oh, so that's what it feels like to drive again!

What happened here, by the way, was true. I know there are idiot drivers on the road, but, seriously, it felt like there were more of them when I returned to driving. What fucking gives?!

*One Week Later*

No major problems whatsoever. Back to eating the foods I usually eat. I felt a little more worn out after my walk yesterday as I ended up taking the stairwell down (the lone elevator in my building was tied up when I wanted to leave--just my luck) and walking to my favorite nail salon that was only a 10 minute walk from my home. I could've driven there, but since I live in a metro area, all public parking costs something. I chose to save my coins for a manicure--something I wasn't able to have in a while since I had to keep my nails bare for the surgery.

It's now Day 8, and I'm looking forward to celebrating some Pride festivities in the city this weekend. No ouchies or aches at the moment, and I hope it stays that way.

So there you have it: my first week without the tubes. This diary will be an ongoing project, given that I have time to write it all up. (I got other projects to work on besides this Tumblr.) Once again, I have to say I'm a little amazed that I've been healing quicker than usual. Still don't know if it had to do with my diet or the CBD gummies or sheer good luck (yeah, sure). I expected to be bed-ridden the first few days, but it didn't happen. I sat a lot more at my desk, but I wasn't sluggish to where I wanted to relax in bed almost the whole day. I'm kind of bloated at the moment (booooooo) but I hear it's common to have that after a Bisalp. The shoulder pain some women experienced post-Bisalp? Hasn't happened to me. And that bed rest pillow some suggested to invest in for post-surgery recovery has yet to be used. (I only paid $5 for it at a thrift store, so no big loss.) But I'll eventually relax on it, smiling to myself, knowing that me choosing to be sterilized was the right decision, and probably one of the best decisions my childfree self has ever made. Sometimes I think I'm a dumbass, but not this time.

#childfree #post bisalp diaries #female sterilization

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pebblethief · 3 years ago

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netting is making photographing these a bit more difficult oops

look at how well the peas are growing! theyre reaching the third set of string :D i accidentally snapped one of the stems the other day and curiously nibbled on a leaf and it tasted like the best peas ive ever eaten, very excited for these guys. and the beans! theyve almost caught up with the Precarious Seedlings! (something is getting through the gaps in this netting, will probably swap it out for the wider netting we have tomorrow) (also yes this bed needs weeding) (also yes it was a terrible idea growing peas in a bed with the spinch, but now we know better for next year! hoops will have to come off at some point, hopefully the birds wont care as much abt the leaves when they are larger)

SALAAAAAAAD. really need to up my salad game im going to be eating so much of it. did buy some taste lime/chili/coriander dressing this week tho!

STRAWBERRRIEEES

bell peppers (just below/behind the left hoop) havent grown an inch since we planted them ~3 weeks ago, and these tomatoes (very left) are also growing slower than expected. BUT, the purple sprouting broccoli...the label said we’d be harvesting in winter so we thought itd be fine to plant them in between the tomatoes/peppers buuuuut. theyre growing so fast omg. maybe its a good thing the peppers dont want to grow lol. everything else in here is p happy tho!)

next week we’re gonna try and get another bed built, which i think is going to be 1/3-1/2 carrots, and i think i wanna try and grow some kohl rabi bc im very curious about it. not sure what else

#allotment adventures #didnt do a lot this week just some more burning and some weeding #but the plants are all hard at work so i still have things to show off :D

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all-you-need-is-paul-mccartney · 5 years ago

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The Couple Next Door V (Roger Taylor x Female!Reader)

Read Part IV Here

A/N: I am so sorry I couldn’t get this out on Valentine’s Day like I promised. I wanted to have a wonderful day with my boyfriend, and we ended up falling asleep and I found no time to post. I really am sorry.

But anyways, I’m not sure how well this chapter is gonna go because the last one was kinda slept on :/ BUT, to be fair, the previous one had no reader, and it was literally just dialogue, so I get it. I just really hope this one does better.

Summary: Roger goes home with a proposal to change his deal with Y/n.

(Real or Borhap! Roger. Whatever seasons your chicken.)

WARNINGS: Swearing, sLoW bUrN, EXTREME Mentions of sex, but again, No SmUt, mature romantic subject matter, I think that’s it. This one was a lil sad too.

Hun, this is about to be steamy, so this IS rated M. Read at your own risk, peeps, and if you’re under 18, maybe skip the ending of this one.

Roger pulled into his driveway, and after he took his key out of the ignition, rather than going inside immediately, he sat in the driver’s seat listening to the loud taps of raindrops hitting his windshield.

He rubbed his face stressfully, glancing over to the rather expensive bouquet of flowers along with the stupid, cliché heart shaped box which only contained the most expensive chocolate Roger could find in any London supermarket.

"If this is too much, she’ll kill me,“ he mumbled to himself before reaching for the purchases and pushing the door open.

And out into the rain he went.

He unlocked the front door after being completely annihilated with the heavy, stinging rain falling fast and largely from the stormclouds above.

He was able to make it into the house before the lightning began to strike, and as he toed off his shoes in the front hallway, his hair dripping with water, the low rumble of thunder vibrating the floorboards below his socks.

No matter, he was safe, and at home, and… something smelled really good.

Roger removed his soaked jacket and hung it up on a hook in the hallway behind the front door before moving deeper into the dark house. The only light that could be seen on was in the kitchen, at the end of the hall.

He turned into the room and stopped in the threshold, taking in your lovely appearance as you wordlessly chopped up carrots, turned away and unaware of the visitor behind you.

Roger quietly set the flowers and chocolates on the counter before moving behind you, and after you put the knife down, he rested his freezing, wet hands on the back of your neck.

Almost immediately, your shoulders rose to your ears, and you let out a loud squeal, turning on your heel and shoving Roger backward, to which he laughed hysterically as he backed into the counters on the other side of the room.

"You scared me!” You groaned before turning back to dinner stubbornly.

"Ah, Love, I’m sorry. The look on your face was priceless.“ He softly combed his fingers through your hair, pushing it to the side to leave a soft, warm, innocent kiss on the back of your neck, where he’d just placed his hands.

At the contact, you shut your heavy eyes and hummed gently in appreciation.

"Make that noise again, and we may end up having a late dinner,” Roger mumbled hotly, and deeply. Your face burned when you felt the drummer’s lips curl into a devilish smile against your skin.

"Y’know, I bought you something today,“ he continued on, and you swallowed nervously.

"Yeah?” You squeaked, to which Roger hummed in return, his hands planting on your hips over your clothes to not disturb the warmth of your body with his freezing fingers. He gave your hips a little squeeze, and let another hum reverberate in the back of his throat.

Your cheeks glowed pink, and you wordlessly brought your thighs closer to one another.

Make that noise again, and we may end up having a late dinner, you thought to yourself.

"Oh yes. Because you’re such a good girlfriend to me.“ And like that, his touch was gone.

You opened your eyes, and looked over your shoulder, where you found Roger cutting the stems off the bouquet of flowers one-at-a-time. Your eyes fell to the heart-shaped-box, and Roger put the knife in his hand down to move the box closer to you.

”’S’ll be our dessert,“ he smiled kindly. You offered a friendly smile back, your cheeks still warm from earlier, as you turned your attention back to dinner.

"Y'know… if we even get there,” Roger finished. Your eyes widened and you turned your gaze back to him. The little bugger was back to cutting the stems off the flowers he bought you, his lips gently upturned in an innocent grin.

"… Are you okay?“

"Hm?” Roger opened up one of the cupboards to retrieve a flower vase. He moved to the sink, ran the faucet, and began filling it with water.

"What are you talking about? I feel great.“

"You’re just…” You squinted your eyes. “You’re acting really weird."

Roger shut off the faucet, and leaned back against the counter to look at you.

He was giving you this look… it was like how he looked at you at the Garrison’s the week before. But there was something off about it.

His gaze seemed… Darker.

"Just getting my mind off things,” was all he had to say before picking the vase up from inside the sink and returning to the flowers on the counter.

You tried your best to return your focus back onto dinner, reaching for another carrot to cut up. Meanwhile, Roger was dissolving the plant nutrients in the water.

By the time you reached the final carrot, the room was still quiet, and Roger, moving to pick up the bouquet and redirect them into the vase, paused his movements to look over his shoulder at you.

Roger watched intensely as you moved around the little area you were working in. His eyes were fixed on the back of your head, but as time progressed, he began to find it difficult to keep his eyes from viewing lower, and lower…

"… Y/n, have I ever told you how pretty you are?“ Roger asked suddenly. You turned to him in startled confusion, and Roger made a face of regret. He mentally chastised himself for saying that.

This was how he picked up women. You were not just a woman. You were much, much more than that.

You laughed nervously, and awkwardly turned back to the carrot that had nearly been forgotten on the cutting board. You tried distracting yourself from Roger’s strange behaviour by dicing each carrot slice you prepared.

"You do realize you’re not in public, right, Rogie? You don’t have to be that nice to me."

"But I’m being serious.” The sound of the knife hitting the cutting board ceased again, and you finally dropped the knife to properly approach Roger.

You crossed your arms over your chest and sighed in pretend annoyance, though the charade didn’t last long.

“Alright. You got me. What do you want?"

"A favour."

"What kind of favour?” you challenged with a smile, one you’d tried to suppress, but gave in to.

Classic Roger, you thought, King of bribery AND flirting.

Roger opened his mouth to speak again, but the words were caught in his throat.

He suddenly went pale, and your smile contorted into one of worry. “… Roger?”

"O-um… well Y/n, y-you see, uh…“ Roger’s gaze fell helplessly to the floor as he stumbled over his words nervously, his cheeks growing hotter with every try. This especially worried you.

Roger was the most confident man you knew, and watching him be this hesitant about something really bothered you. In a case like this, you would have probably made fun of him, but you could see how stressed he must have felt, so you rested a comforting hand on his shoulder.

It was as if your touch was magic. Roger’s stuttering ceased, and he looked at you with big round eyes.

Then he took a deep breath.

"Y/n, I talked to the guys today.”

"… About?“

"Us. This…” Roger gestured to the house. “… Situation we’re in.” You both knew he was stalling from asking what he needed to, but you tried to keep patient.

“Look, Y/n, I feel awful, and I know I made a promise to you about no groupies…"

”… This is what this is about?” you asked dryly. “You not being able to have women over?“

"What?! No! Well– yes, but–” you removed your hand from Roger’s shoulder and went back to cutting vegetables, the sound of the blade hitting the wooden cutting board getting louder and louder as time ticked on.

All of that stuttering just for him to tell you he needed sex. Of course you were pissed off, and Roger knew that. You had a deal. In fact, he was horrified with himself. And now that you were angry, he was certain you would say no to the burning question he needed to ask.

"Then go.“ You told him sharply. "Go find someone to sleep with. Just don’t bring her back here. If you’re ever caught, we are done for."

Roger’s heart ached at your words. He tried to speak, but, like before, he couldn’t get the words out.

He didn’t care if it was too late, he had to tell you he wanted you; that he needed you.

"Y/n,"

"I said go!” You turned to him angrily as you shouted, and Roger could swear your eyes were glassy with fresh, unfallen tears, though you blinked them back stubbornly.

He breathlessly apologized, and rushed out of the house as fast as possible, leaving you alone in the kitchen, homemade pizza in the oven almost ready to come out, and a half prepared garden salad that would never be eaten.

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Roger stood in the candy section of the supermarket for a second time that day, red eyes scanning the shelves for something you liked.

Rather than listening to you and getting laid, he was more focused on rebuilding the relationship he was unintentionally tearing down.

He needed to apologize to you as soon as possible, and going empty handed, Roger decided, was not a good idea.

"Pissed off your girlfriend too, mate?“ Roger looked to his right to see another man his age, looking at the wide selection of romantically-wrapped sweets before him.

”… Yeah, you could say that.“

"Figured. See, in times like this,” the stranger began as he slowly walked down the aisle before reaching out and grabbing a cheap candy bar from off the shelf.

“The best thing you can do is buy her her favourite candy bar, give her a kiss, and tell her how much you appreciate and love her.”

Roger silently thought this to himself, and although he wanted to somehow thank the guy for his advice, he was already giving Roger an encouraging slap on the shoulder and exiting the aisle to pay for his girlfriend’s gift.

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When Roger got home it was just before midnight. He made sure to enter the house and close the door as quietly as he could in case you were sleeping.

After toeing his shoes off and hanging up his once again wet jacket, he went to the kitchen. There, he set a large bag of your favourite candy bars down on the counter so the rustling of the plastic bag didn’t wake you up.

He pulled a carton of cigarettes out of his back pocket, and opened it to retrieve a new one. He mumbled a curse when he realized he only had two left, and he hadn’t bothered to pick any more up when he was in town more than once that day.

He just tossed the nearly empty carton on the table, and that’s when he saw the vase of flowers he neglected to finish preparing.

They were placed and displayed beautifully and intricately; the definite works of a woman. Roger couldn’t pull off making such a display if he tried to do it on his own.

He guessed that was one reason to appreciate you: your creativity.

But he appreciated you for many other things. The list was just so long; if Roger had to name everything he appreciated about you, he wouldn’t even know where to start, and his rambles would surely never end.

He placed the cigarette between his lips, and wandered to the back door. He took his time getting there.

There was no need to hurry.

He slid the door open a crack, and lit his cigarette with a lighter he’d left on the counter.

After the first inhale, and watching as he blew the smoke out into the wet, miserable night, Roger already began to feel a little better.

He still felt guilty about his earlier conflict with you, but he planned out and repeated what he wanted to say to you to and from the supermarket.

"I don’t want just anyone. I want you.“

Like his journey home, Roger began mumbling the statement like a mantra between his draws of smoke.

After getting to the filter of the cancer stick, Roger flicked it outside before sliding the patio door shut and locking it. Afterwards, he went upstairs, prepared for bed, and went to his room.

There, he turned his bedside lamp on and retrieved a notebook, his book of lyrics and brainstorm ideas for songs, from under his pillow. He opened it up and began writing in it.

Hearing a knock on his door was the last thing Roger expected that night, but when you slowly walked in, and stared at him from your place at the door, he put the book down and gave you his full attention.

"Rog… Look,"

"Y/n, it’s okay, it’s okay.” You pursed your lips, and Roger beckoned you over with his finger.

You slipped into the room completely, and shut the door behind you.

When Roger felt the dip in the mattress, he reached out to touch you. He didn’t have an exact plan on what he was doing, so his hand fell to your back, and he decided to rub slow, soothing circles around your shoulder blades.

"… Y/n, I don’t want just anyone,“ he finally blurted out after a while of silence.

You looked at him in confusion, and Roger’s hand stopped rubbing your back. The silence in the air was thick, and Roger tried his best not to start panicking again.

"I uh…” He removed his hand from your back and awkwardly shifted in his spot.

“I wanted to explain earlier that… that I wanted to um… maybe… talk to you about uh… adding onto this… this agreement."

The look you gave him was devastating. Big, sad eyes, and downturned lips. You felt guiltier than ever. You wanted to apologize for what you’d said, and how you acted earlier, but you didn’t even bother.

Roger wouldn’t have allowed it, anyways.

"Yes…?"

You asked gently, reaching your own hand out and placing it reassuringly on his thigh. Roger stared down at your hand for a moment, taking a shaky, deep breath.

”… Don’t you think it’d… y'know… be easier if… we were friends but… helped each other uh…“ he couldn’t continue further than that. He tried, but he physically couldn’t say any more.

"Are you… suggesting what I think you are?"

"If what you’re thinking is that we can sleep with one another with no strings attached then yes.” His words rushed out of his mouth like a flood, and Roger felt as if he was overheating.

He wouldn’t dare to speak, or move until you did.

And he was glad to have made that decision.

You, after recovering from the shock of Roger’s confession, wasted no time in gripping Roger by the hips, and pulling yourself up into his lap.

Roger exclaimed in surprise when you did this, and after wrapping your legs around his hips, your fingers slid back into his blond hair, and you kissed him with a hunger neither of you expected you to possess.

Kissing you, Roger decided, was better than he ever dreamed it could be. Your lips were soft; your kiss was forceful and controlling, only making this more enjoyable for him; and the way you were touching him– pulling his hair and tightening your legs around him– teased the absolute hell out of him.

And he loved every single passing second of it.

Roger’s hesitation melted away quicker than he expected, and in no time one of his hands was gripping your thigh while the other held the back of your head.

You pulled at Roger’s hair harder, and a smirk played at your lips as he let a deep growl elicit from the back of his throat.

You let your tongue slide past Roger’s lips and into his mouth, to which he made another, pleased noise. Both of his hands grabbed your hips, his fingers absentmindedly toying with the waistband of both your pyjama bottoms and your underwear beneath as he forced his tongue into your own mouth.

You encouraged him to continue when you whined rather loudly, practically begging him to kiss you like that again.

His confidence and ego only inflated from there.

He moved the both of you around so you were lying beneath him, his hands on either side of your head. He dipped down to kiss and suck your neck like it was the only thing he knew how to do.

His hips lowered down onto yours, and you, without thinking, whined again and slammed your hips up to excitedly grind against Roger’s, who let out another deep, guttural moan.

His hands tightened into fists as grasped his bedsheets beneath you and pulled at them tightly to restrain himself from either being too rough with you, or taking you right then and there.

In fact, he had to eventually force himself to pull back, but just enough to get a good look at you. He noticed your beautiful, untouched hair just waiting to be pulled; your hot, red face; your parted lips swollen from the assault of his own; and your quick, heaving chest.

His eyelids lowered and he licked his lips.

You were the most beautiful thing he had ever set eyes on.

He shifted his hips around once or twice more, and when he watched you shut your eyes and bite your lip, he decided he couldn’t handle your erotic behaviour any longer.

"Fuck,“ he huffed deeply, hands releasing the blankets beneath you to grip your ass. You opened your eyes slowly, and smirked.

You, of all people, had Roger Taylor hot, bothered, and completely at your mercy.

Roger reached over without breaking eye contact with you to retrieve a condom and a bottle of lube from the dresser in his bedside table, meanwhile, you clicked the lamp on the very same table off.

It was time to get to work, and see how beneficial this new addition to the deal would be for the both of you.

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A/A/N: Man, I REALLY hope this chapter does well. Things are only gonna get better from here, and I promise! No more lacking!

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maraudererasmut · 5 years ago

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Black and White (Part IX)

(This is a long one! I'm sorry!)

Remus spent ten minutes in the washroom.

He didn’t want to spend ten minutes there, standing around by the sink, eying himself awkwardly in the mirror, nodding uncomfortably at the man who stood in the corner giving out mints. At first, Remus considered returning to the table, but then he pictured Sirius’ face, dark and cold, his glare as sharp as his cheekbones.

A few minutes in, Remus noticed the bathroom attendant— Is that what he was called? — eyeing him suspiciously. He gave the man a guilty smile and tried to save face.

“I’m uh… just waiting on some friends… they’re… uh… having a conversation at the table? A… A private one… I just…”

Remus cut himself off after he realized how little the other man cared about his predicament and how awkward his explanation sounded.

After ten minutes in the restroom, Remus eventually returned to the table, praying to whoever would listen that his friends' discussion was over; the last thing Remus needed was to walk in on them talking about him. When he arrived, Lily and James both offered genuine smiles. Sirius was staring intently at the menu, making a point of not glancing up as Remus sat down beside him.

“Remus! Hey… Sorry about that,” Lily began, before Remus shook his head in response.

“It’s no problem, really. Gave me a chance to… get some fresh air…” Remus didn’t know why he lied; perhaps he didn’t want his companions to know that he had spent the entire time staring at the mirror above the sinks.

Just as Remus lifted up the menu to begin looking at it— Lily was right, there were no prices! — a server came by to take their orders.

“Sir? What can I get you?”

“Oh…” Remus glanced down at the menu again, then back up at the server. “Can you… come back to me? At the end?”

“Of course, sir.”

Remus searched through the menu for the least expensive-sounding option as the rest of the party gave their orders. By the time the waiter circled back to Remus, he had settled on something.

“I’ll have the salad, please.”

“Very good, Sir. And for your main course?”

“Oh, uh… that… that was for my main course.”

The waiter cocked an eyebrow and Remus could feel the back of his neck burning.

“Sir, this is a prix fix menu. It’s all included. The appetizer, the main course, the dessert, all one price.”

Oh.

That explained why the menu didn't have any prices on it. It also posed a problem for Remus, who wanted to spend as little as possible at this exceedingly expensive establishment.

He glanced down at the menu again, feeling the eyes of his companions all settling on him, waiting for his response. Remus swallowed, trying to steady his nerves. He needed to keep his voice from shaking.

"Wh— what do you recommend?"

"The steak is our most popular dish. A very fine cut. Exceptional."

"O-okay… I'll have that."

"Very good, sir. How would you like your steak?"

Remus glanced over to Lily, hoping that she could help save him from embarrassment. He had never ordered steak at a restaurant; what was he supposed to tell the server? Lily smiled kindly at him, in that way she always seemed to smile. It was as if nothing about her could ever be unkind.

"It's usually best medium-rare," she said softly.

"Okay, uh… medium-rare then…"

The server nodded before leaving the table.

"Thanks," Remus mumbled under his breath, earning himself a gentle squeeze on the arm from Lily.

Conversation at the table picked up, and Remus noticed his nerves settle slightly as James and Lily chatted away. Lily began talking about art, a conversation that Remus could participate in, resulting in a vibrant debate about the merits of the hand-made and the decline of technique in the contemporary art world.

"I think that's the biggest flaw with performance art," Remus was saying as the sommelier filled his second glass of wine. "There's no skill involved. Sure, your idea can be strong, but there's a definite lack of artistic prowess, and it's a sincere pity. It really is detrimental to overall artistic growth in terms of sheer ability."

"You're wrong," Sirius said suddenly, speaking up for the first time since Remus arrived back at the table. Remus looked over to Sirius, expecting him to look upset. Instead, the gallerist had a smug grin on his face, his eyes sparkling with passion. "And if every artist thought like you, we would be stuck looking at the same thing in every gallery."

"Sirius," Lily said threateningly, before Remus cut her off.

"No, no, I want to hear this. Go on, Si— Mr. Black. I'd love to hear your explanation."

"Well," Sirius began, pausing to nod at the server who brought him a plate of food. "Performance art, readymade, the types of works that, as you say, don't require talent… those artists push the boundaries of what is defined as art. They move the contemporary world in a new direction, challenging the ideals of the time, bringing forth new concepts and making statements "

Remus smiled at Sirius, shaking his head.

"There's a time and a place, Mr. Black." He took a bite of his food and paused for a moment to savour the variety of flavours. Despite being a salad, it was so different than anything he had ever tried before; sweetness paired with bitter, the tang of citrus crossed with the bite from spiced pecans. He closed his eyes, relishing in the sheer sensation of eating.

"You were saying, Mister Lupin?"

"Oh, yes, sorry. This is delicious. Yes, a time and a place. At the time that Duchamp first introduced the concept of readymade, there was a genuine need for it in the art world. Nowadays, if somebody presented a urinal in an art gallery, they would be laughed at! What the contemporary art world needs these days is a return to craftsmanship. We need to go back to our roots, to explore techniques, to learn how to paint and draw and sculpt the way we used to."

"And what of Abromovic, who challenges what it means to be an artist?" Sirius asked, his grin growing wider, a hint of colour spreading across his cheeks.

"What about her?" Remus retorted, taking another bite and picking out the individual flavours of the dish.

"Well, Mr. Lupin, she changes the way we view art. Art is no longer something that is inaccessible to the lower class, the uneducated. Art is something that anyone can do, or be, or have, or create. Art is no longer reserved for the elite. People can no longer purchase art the same way they used to. I cannot own an Abromovic masterpiece. I can enjoy it and witness it, I can be a part of it, but it's not something that I can have and keep to myself behind closed doors. Art is no longer a commodity."

Remus nodded to the server who cleared his plate before giving Sirius a slightly skeptical look.

"You don't need to tell me about commodification of art and the inability to access it," Remus said with a grin. "If anything, I should be the one arguing for art accessibility for the lower class, not you."

Sirius' eyes flashed with something that Remus couldn't decipher, and for the briefest moment, the gallerist looked taken aback. Sirius' composure quickly resumed, however, covering up any sense of doubt, his lips twisted smugly.

"Well then, Mr. Lupin, my point shouldn't be lost on you."

"It's not," Remus said with a casual shrug, glancing over to James and Lily who were merely observers of the conversation rather than participants. "I understand what you mean. I just don't think people should become so wealthy on such minimal talent…"

Sirius didn't respond.

Remus noticed the silence that settled over the table and his smile faded. He sat up straight, fiddling with the corner of his napkin, realizing his error.

"I… I mean… like Abromovic. She's so wealthy and she… well… she hasn't produced anything… and galleries keep bringing her in and, well, she… uh…"

Two servers arrived at their table, placing a plate in front of each person, and Remus had never been more grateful for a distraction.

"Ah! Wonderful!" James exclaimed, drawing the table's attention to himself. He smiled across at Remus, as if to say that all was well, but Remus could tell that something was off with Sirius. The artist glanced over to his right, where the gallerist was digging into his dinner.

With a shrug, Remus focused his attention on his steak, and the moment he took a bite, all of his worries faded away.

Remus had never tasted meat like this before. It was soft and tender, dripping with juices and a punch of flavour. His knife slid through the meat so easily, so effortlessly, revealing a perfectly pink interior. This was the most delicious meal Remus had ever eaten in his entire life.

No wonder rich people are always so happy. I'd be happy too, if I could eat this whenever I wanted.

Remus knew he'd never be able to properly enjoy a steak again, it would always be compared to the perfect dish before him.

"So Remus," Lily began, once their plates were beginning to empty. "If you don't like Abromovic or Koons, which artists do you like?"

Remus grinned at his friend as he set his fork and knife down.

"And I'm assuming I can't just say myself?"

Lily and James both laughed at his joke, but Sirius' face twisted into a scowl.

"A little proud of yourself, are we?"

Remus' gaze returned to Sirius, trying to read the man; he couldn't tell if his joke was lost on Sirius or if the man simply lacked a sense of humour.

"I mean, I didn't name a gallery after myself…"

Another pause. The table seemed to hold its collective breath as Remus' taunt landed.

Sirius' lips parted in a grin, and he let out a sharp laugh. Remus felt his body release the tension he didn't realize the was holding, his shoulders relaxing and a breath escaping his lungs.

Thank god.

Sirius laughing meant that Remus didn't put the rest of his life at risk. He was, however, beginning to despise the minefield that was this dinner, waiting for his next slip up, waiting for his world to explode.

"That's funny, Mr. Lupin." Sirius said, after a good chuckle. "Very funny. Especially considering the fact that up until very recently, it was your desire to show in that gallery."

Shit.

"Oh shush," James butted in, before anyone else could say anything. "Learn to take a joke, Sirius. Don't be so—"

"Don't say it, James!" Lily warned, barely containing her grin.

"I was merely playing along!" Sirius teased, his cheeks rosy from the alcohol and laughter, his eyes sparkling with mirth. His gaze flickered toward Remus, and the artist felt his heart skip a beat. Sirius was a very handsome man, and laughter looked particularly good on him. He was attractive no matter what he did, any way that he held himself. When he smiled, though…

Remus quickly looked away, directing his attention to the remnants on his plate. When Sirius smiled, his eyes lit up, as blinding as the sun kissing the sky on a perfect winter day. They were the very shade of snow beneath a tree, the lightest of blues, perfectly undisturbed. Sirius' cheeks bore the morning blush of a sunrise, the colour of the sky just as it threatened to turn blue. Next to the creamy glow of his face, it took on an almost ethereal quality.

Remus loved the colours of Sirius.

And he hated how much he loved it.

"Any coffee with your dessert, sir?"

Remus thought his heart might have exploded with the shock of being wrenched from his thoughts. He looked up at the server with a look of panic, having completely forgotten where he was.

"Um… no, no thank you. I'm fine," he mumbled, tearing his eyes from the server and keeping them focused on the chocolate torte that had been placed in front of him.

Thank god.

Nothing could redirect Remus' imagination quite like chocolate, and he was thoroughly grateful for the distraction.

Dessert passed with minimal conversation as everyone savoured their delicacies. As discussion resumed, it veered away from art, and Remus found himself listening more than talking. Eventually, the server came by the table, and Remus realized that his perfect meal and fantasy evening was about to come to an abrupt and painful close.

"Will there be anything else you need?"

"No, just the bill, please," James said politely.

"Together or separate?"

"Together."

Together?

Remus opened his mouth to protest, but thought better of it; he waited for the server to leave before he rounded on James.

"You really don't have to do that, James. Honestly, I can't let you—"

"Nonsense!" James said with an enthusiastic flap of his hand. "Of course I'm paying! This dinner is my treat!"

"But it really—"

"Remus, I invited you to join us! It's my pleasure!"

Remus knew he should be happy, he should feel relieved; his whole night had been laced with anxiety as he thought about the ludicrous cheque that was waiting for him. Instead, Remus felt guilty. He felt like he was in debt to James, like he owed the man. There was no way he could accept a gift this generous without repaying the favour.

"You don't have to," Remus mumbled, feeling the weight of his words press down on his shoulders. He was damned either way, but at least if he paid for his meal, he wouldn't be indebted to anyone.

"I know," James said, his smile never faltering. "I don't have to do anything. I want to. Now, back to the real matter at hand…" James turned to Sirius. He was clearly finished with the discussion about the bill, and Remus knew better than to push.

"Yes, James?" Sirius said, quirking a brow playfully.

"Now that you've had a proper opportunity to get to know Remus, have you come to any important decisions?"

Remus' heart was suddenly in his throat, beating more rapidly than he thought possible. How could he have forgotten about Sirius' decision to have him in the gallery?

"As a matter of fact," Sirius purred, his smile crooked and sly. He turned to Remus, his chin tilted slightly upwards, a flash of pearly white teeth enclosed between tender lips that Remus wanted to forget about. "I have."

Remus' grip tightened on his napkin and he sank into his chair as the silence and anticipation steadily grew worse.

"Well?!" James was on the edge of his seat, clearly not a patient man. Lily had her hand on his shoulder, trying to keep him at bay.

"Remus, I require no less than five pieces in order to begin displaying your work. I would like to have them by our next show, which will be towards the beginning of November. Do you think you can accomplish that for me?"

Remus was at a loss for words. He nodded fervently, unable to get his voice out.

"Good. I'll have my lawyers work up a contract. You can come by the gallery on Monday to sign it and discuss details."

Remus couldn't believe what was happening. He pinched himself on his forearm, trying to ensure that this was not some kind of vivid dream. As a jolt of pain shot through his arm, a smile spread across his face.

As far as he could tell, it was all real...

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lokbobpop · 3 years ago

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Food

food (n.) Middle English foode, fode, from Old English foda "food, nourishment; fuel," also figurative, from Proto-Germanic *fodon (source also of Swedish föda, Danish föde, Gothic fodeins), from Germanic *fod- "food," from PIE *pat-, extended form of root *pa- "to feed." Food chain is by 1915.

Food mood good fo do foo d f ood

Writing food

Im hunger a lot lol i like to eat a lot lol yes im talking about nice food i do eat junk of cause but i like good food a lot to wheni was younger a ate tomato soup all the time then it turned in to egged on toast each for years i can eat the same thing over and over again no problem my mum is the same and trin also where chris can only eat it maybe once a fortnight he cant eat the next day waht is that about ive been told though you should change diet often is better.

Reading food

We eat so many different foods Indian Chinese Mexican english French German Italian Japanese Indonesian thai foods so many to choose from when growing up my dad would sometimes get a Chinese it wasnt until i was about 17 that a boy took me to eat in an Indian in stroud told me the korma was best and i did like it.

Salads this is what i need ot get into for sure eat more salads im eating to much fatty foods i need ot eat more healthy as i dont move when i say i dont move i dont move lol which will change next week i am seeing up an new me

When you have eaten to much food and you feel sick you cant move my first experience with this was in the states when we went to our first eat as much as you like and i could hardly move we got outside the place and i had to sit on the floor this was my first al; you can eat buffet i have been to many since and made myself so sick of food like when i was pregnant with trin and took a tablet that which i saw after you shouldn’t take and felt awful the hole time thinking i had poison her.

Fast food yes i have a do eat fast food i do know its shit and shouldn’t eat it but do like a burger now and then i do i dont eat pizza much as i dont like it but do feel guilt from eating it.

Good food and bad food ho bad food disappointments me and i feel I’ve wasted money Amy money god goes oh no lol but when food taste bad which is mostly junk food i feel its a waste of food theres no need ever to make bad food it doesn’t cost more to make good food only long lasting food is bad food.

The millions that have no food and who starve to death and are staving right now and we have the other end of people who are obsess so fat that can walk what is going on here why would this be seen as ok why are people be properly guided here why are we not looking after each other its so fucked up i wouldnt want to be starving right now so why is it so how lucky are we all right now ot have food ???

Hunger when dieting when your dieting and you cant stop thinking about food all day long you think mostly about sugar and crave foods your favorite junk foods as this has the shit in it this makes you need it and does things in your brain to make you think y ou have to have it.

Saying food

What do you want ot eat chris will say every week before we go out what do you want and i ll go i dont mind and he will then say i dont know you decide and i say Indian he says no i dont want Indian so i say another no i dont want that i will say and he starts to get angry about it and we start to fight lol because we dont know what to eat ffs where there are people who dont even have a bowl of rice.

What to eat comes up like i dont know what to eat thinking i can never know what to eat chris will say seafood then and i will go no its wrong to spend so much money on food when people have none.

Thought of feeding the girls and how fussy they are with food how they dont want one thing and another doesn’t want another thing i dont like this or that what a pain we had to eat what we were given and that was it no other food was there.

Fruit we are eating a lot of fruit at the moment i particularly like mangosteens and i like rambutan nom nom

Its a dilemma as i dont like cooking so i will just eat a sandwich all day well a few sandwiches i need to get back into cooking and not be put of with cleaning up.

When im hungry i get what they call hangry yes thsi is a word and ive always been like this when im dieting and hungry i get pissed off easy.

Does this definition support me no polarity of loving food and the people who have no food to eat what so ever.

Food mood

Food

To nourish oneself with food that that will support the body to be healthy and strong.

I will use this word ot support me to eat healthy most of the time sure i can have something different now and then but my body is my temple and it should be well nourished and looked after.

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fanficimagery · 8 years ago

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@leonygunawan said: HEY HEY ITS ME AGAIN SURPRISE SURPRISE!! ive come back with a genius idea of jeff x reader where jeff inflamed his rotating cuff (i googled this btw) and y/n is so excited to treat him bc y/n have always been the one that got sick or injured and jeff always treats her like y/n is a fucking queen. She would bring his books, drive him to school, feed him(?), dress him or shower him if you feel comfortable writing that part but if you don't just leave that one thank you so much… again for writing!

Author's Note: I incorporated only a few things because with an inflamed rotator cuff he's not totally useless ;) And the gif really has nothing to do with the story. It’s just cute.

Jeff X Reader

"So it's just an inflamed rotator cuff? Nothing too serious."

"Yep." Jeff grimaces as he unbuttons an old button down shirt, trying very cautiously to shrug out of it. "I got some anti-inflammatory meds and I'm on six weeks of rest starting today."

He easily shakes out of one sleeve, but barely doing so must cause him a wave of pain. His sudden sharp intake of breath startles you into motion and you hold your hands out to stop him. "Wait, wait, wait. Let me."

He softly chuckles, but stops moving and lets you do the work for him. You peel the shirt off easily, staring at the black contraption the doctor left him in. It's a quarter sleeve bandage that fits snug on his right shoulder with a strap that runs diagonally across his chest and under his left arm. "He said I should ice it every hour for ten minutes or so and if that doesn't work then I'll need to have it massaged. I basically can't do anything with my arm that involves me lifting it."

"You know what that means then, right?" You grin.

"..what?"

"For all the times you waited on me hand and foot when I was sick, I now get to return the favor."

Jeff looks like he wants to argue, but after staring a tad too long and realizing you're actually excited for this.. he sighs. "Sure. That's fine."

The following morning you show up bright and early at Jeff's house. He answers the door with an amused huff, his right arm in a constrictive sling which keeps his arm close to his body and weight off his shoulder.

"Let's go, slowpoke. I'm driving." You beam at him.

"..what?"

"I'm driving," you state slowly, still smiling. "You're hurt and I'm looking out for you. If you really want to heal up by the time baseball season starts, you need to rest your arm."

"You're too good for me, you know that?"

"I'm really not. Now come on." You see his book bag resting by the inside wall and you bend at the knees to reach in and grab it.

"Jeffrey, mijo, who's at the door?" You hear his mother ask.

"It's just me, Mrs. Atkins," you call out. "I'll be driving Jeff to and from school so he doesn't aggravate his shoulder."

His mother rounds the corner, eyes crinkled at the corners as she smiles at you. "Y/N, sweetie, how are you? Have you had breakfast yet?"

"I'm good, Mrs. Atkins, and yes. I've already eaten, but thanks for asking."

"Good. Well then, you two best be going." She turns to Jeff and kisses his cheek, the tips of his ears burning red in embarrassment. "And drive safely." She then leans out the door, cupping your face in hand and pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I'll see you after school."

And instead of embarrassment, all you can feel is warmth and adoration for Mrs. Atkins and the way she treats you as if you were one of her own. "See you later, Momma Bear." Glancing at Jeff once Mrs. Atkins takes her leave, his eyebrows are raised in amusement at you. "Shut up. She adores me and I adore her. We understand each other."

"If you say so," he chuckles. "So where to, mi lady?"

"Hell," you deadpan. "We're going to Hell."

School turns out to be a rather interesting day. With Jeff hurt and not being able to do much, all his admirers were quick to do things for him. His fellow jocks were good at opening his locker and carrying his books/book bag when you couldn't, and you literally had to glare at the other admiring females when they offered to feed him his lunch.

Jeff and his friends found it amusing, and only let up when you threatened to start keying cars. And since he had taken his medication before leaving for school, the only reason he had to visit the athletic trainer was when he had to ice his shoulder every other class period.

"I'm so ready for a nap," Jeff sighs, sinking into your passenger seat as you drive him back home. "Doing absolutely nothing is tiring."

"Mhm." You hum. "I hope you're a fast healer. I don't know how much more I can take of the Liberty High female population treating you like royalty."

He laughs. "I am royalty, babe."

"Of course you are, my love. But you're my King. Never forget that."

"Yes, ma'am."

You laugh as you continue drive, focusing on the road and getting the both of you to his house in one piece. Mrs. Atkins is still home and she greets the both of you happily, she being really ecstatic when she finds out you're staying over to study with Jeff and have dinner.

But half way through your study session, Jeff complains about stiffness in his shoulder. You tell him to go soak in a bath while you visit with his mother and help her with any dinner prep, and he agrees.

So while you're making small talk and dicing tomato for a salad thirty minutes later, your surprised to receive a text message from Jeff. Cleaning your hands off, you pick up your cell from the table and read what he's sent.

FROM JEFF I'm in need of a nurse's assistance. I can't reach my back.

The picture attached is of Jeff in the tub, pouting as he points over a bruised shoulder.

TO JEFF Are u insane?! Your mother is home. I will not risk her wrath if she catches me in the bathroom w/ her very naked son.

FROM JEFF I'll put on underwear if I have to.

You snort, quickly typing your response.

TO JEFF You're an idiot. Don't you have a loofah on a long stick?

"What's that, honey?"

You startle at Mrs. Atkins voice, guilt seeping in at her friendly smile. "Oh. Um. It's, uh, it's Jeff," you stammer. "He's being silly. Told me to go up and scrub his back."

"Silly boy." She huffs in amusement.

"Right? I told him I was not going to risk your wrath. He must think I'm really stupid to not realize that mothers are very protective of their baby boys. Especially their very naked baby boys," you babble. Mrs. Atkins doesn't utter a word and since you're too nervous to even meet her gaze, it takes you longer than a moment to gather the courage to look at her. And when you do, you realize she has a hand clamped over her mouth and her shoulders are shaking with muffled laughter. "..what? Why are you laughing?"

"Y/N," she grins, lips twitching as she bites back the giggles. "I adore you. You're like the daughter I've always wanted and I couldn't be more happier that you're with my son."

"But?" You gulp. "I feel like there's a but in there somewhere."

"No. No but," she grins. "It's just.. do you really think me that naive to not believe you've already seen my son in his birthday suit?"

You practically choke on your tongue, gasping so suddenly and sending saliva down the wrong pipe. "W-what?" You rasp.

"Mija," she coos. "You're beautiful and kindhearted, and my husband and I raised an equally beautiful and kindhearted son. You two are drawn to one another like no teenagers should be. It would not come as a surprise if we knew for a fact that you and Jeff are-"

"I'm sorry!" You blurt, heart pounding furiously and cheeks heated as you drop your phone into your lap and hide your face in the palms of your hands. "I- we, uh, we're protected," you blurt. "Very protected."

"Good." You jerk when her hand lands on your shoulder, you then very hesitantly glancing up at her. "Now please go help my son before he injures himself further. And tell him no funny business while I'm in the house."

She walks away after patting your shoulder gently, and you gulp once more. "Y-Yes, ma'am."

Once Mrs. Atkins is safely out of eye sight, you breathe a huge sigh of relief. You pick up your phone, quickly skimming through the six text messages Jeff sent you while you had the most awkward and honest conversation with his mother. He's begging you now to come up, even humorously teasing you with pics and soapy water that doesn't really hide anything from view.

But since you have his mother's blessing, you told him to hold on before making your way upstairs. You leave your phone on his dresser and make your way to his private bathroom, knocking twice on the door before entering and closing the door behind you.

Jeff beams at you, a soapy beard sliding off the end of his chin. "You risked my mother's wrath."

"No," you drawl. "Your mother totally knows I'm up here." His smile drops and eyes widen. "And she totally knows we have sex. She told me to tell you no funny business is allowed as long as she's in the house."

"Oh my God."

"Yep. So lean forward so I can get your back and then you can join me downstairs for the most awkward dinner ever." And as Jeff leans forward, numbly handing you a soapy washcloth, you kneel down to reach the parts of his back that he couldn't. Because if you were going down in flaming embarrassment, Jeff was going down with you.

#imagine #jeff atkins #jeff x reader #th1rteen r3asons why #13RW #fanficimagery

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fight-till-u-cant-fight-anymore · 7 years ago

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Life is fragile but still beautiful Part IX

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII

“That smells amazing.” Addison said when she walked in the house. Jake not far behind with Henry.

“I just put the fish in the oven. Amelia and Charlotte didn't leave that much time ago though.”

Jake and Henry went upstairs to change the clothes and wash their hands. Addison walked in the kitchen where Owen was cooking.

“What's that?” Addison asked about some bloody wipes when she stood by the counter.

“Oh, that? Amelia cut herself and then she stitched her fingers. Amelia and Charlotte rushed out of here and I haven't had time to clean it up but I will very soon.” Owen said while taking all the ingredients he planned to put in the salad.

“She what?” Addison asked little bit shocked but then remembered her wilder times.

“Amelia rejected the hospital and she told me she has done this before. Even while drunk, so I didn't see any problem. I would've definitely stopped her if she was going to use drugs and numb it but she didn't. So it's all good, Addison.”

“She's a fighter. She always wants to show people they are wrong about her, even if it costs her pain.” Jake said, who had gotten back downstairs.

Owen smiled to him and saw that Addison was okay with it now too. She put the suture kit together again and cleaned the counter.

“Where's Henry?”

“He's playing upstairs. I told him he can till the guests arrive.” Jake answered. “Can I help you in some way, Owen?”

“Sure. You could finish making these salads while I handle the fish and rice.”

Jake took Owen's spot and mixed the salad more and started making the other one.

“I'll go change too.” Addison said and went upstairs.

“Well the fish takes like 20 more minutes. How long till it's 9?” Owen asked.

“Umm, like 40 minutes. We discussed and how about eating on the deck?”

“Yes, sure.”

“Do you need my help too?” Addison asked when she got back downstairs.

“Maybe you could put the plates and glasses on the table?” Owen replied.

“Okay. Well, we have 14 people and the kids, Charlotte and Amelia won't have a drink, so that makes 8 wine classes.”

“Seven. I don't feel like drinking. I don't want to affect Amelia.” Owen said.

“That's sweet.” Jake said and Owen smiled to him.

Addison got the plates, forks and knives and went on the deck to put them on the table. She also turned the lights on there.

“You know, this place is like a different world.” Owen told Jake.

“Well it is. If you live here long enough you'll see this place isn't very normal but it's a big happy family where your business is everyone's business.” It took Owen a second to understand and they both laughed.

“Should I take the salads outside?” Jake asked Owen.

“I think so, there won't be…” Owen was cut by the doorbell. “I'll go open it.”

“Hey.” Owen said when he had opened the door. “You must be Cooper and your name was…” Owen tried to remember because he has heard a lot about them from Amelia.

“Violet.” She smiled. They stepped in the house with the triplets.

“Oh, yes. I should've guessed.” Owen said while putting together that Cooper and Violet are best friends. “Addison is outside and Jake is helping me in the kitchen.”

“It smells delicious.” Cooper said. “Are Charlotte and Amelia back yet?” Cooper asked while Violet had joined Addison on the deck and the triplets were playing with Henry in the living room.

“Nope, not yet. They should be here soon though. It'll be 9pm in 10 minutes.” Owen replied.

“It seems like all the men are here.” Sam greeted them, stepping in from the deck door.

“Sheldon should be here soon. I saw him at the hospital and he told me he'll make it on time.” Jake said when the doorbell rang. “I'll go open the door.”

“Hey, I got some wine just in case.” Sheldon said when he'd made it to the kitchen.

“Well the fish and rice are ready.” Owen said and handed bowels to everyone to take them on the deck.

—————-

“Has anyone heard from them?” Naomi asked.

“Well, Charlotte said 9pm the latest but it's 9:20 already.” Addison said. “Maybe we should start without them?”

“Yeah, the food is getting cold.” Owen said and passed the fish to Sheldon, who was sitting next to him.

The kids had already eaten and were playing in the living room now.

“You okay?” Sheldon asked Owen, seeing him worried.

“Yeah, it's just… I have this bad feeling in my stomach.”

“I know the feeling. They are both okay, Owen. Probably just chatting somewhere private. They'll be here soon.”

“I hope so too.” Owen gave Sheldon a sad smile.

—————-

Amelia was zoned out again during the car ride, watching out of the window.

“Feeling better?” Charlotte asked.

“Yes.” Amelia answered quietly, turned her head towards Charlotte for a second but then watched out of the passenger’s window again.

“You know that you can always call me whenever you need me.” Charlotte grabbed Amelia's left hand.

“I know.” Amelia smiled to her.

Charlotte smiled back. “Charlotte!” Amelia yelled.

Charlotte pushed the brakes as hard as possible but the crash with another car who had driven in their row hit them.

When Charlotte came conscious again she pushed the airbag from her face away. She looked around but it was too dark to see anything clearly.

“Amelia?” Charlotte paused but no answer. “Amelia?!” She almost yelled now and tried to shake her awake.

Charlotte opened her seatbelt and opened her door. She ran behind her car to Amelia's side and opened her door.

Charlotte checked her pulse what was there and Amelia was breathing.

“Mam, are you okay?” Some stranger asked Charlotte who had stopped his car.

“Yes… yes, call the ambulance.” She answered while opening Amelia's seat belt and looking for her injuries.

“One woman is on the phone with them right now. The help is coming, maybe you should…”

“I'm a doctor and I know I'm okay. But my friend isn't, so we need to get her in the hospital now.” Charlotte could hear the sirens.

“36 year old female. She had a seat belt on but the airbag didn't open for some reason. She has a pulse and she's breathing but I'm guessing a possible head trauma here.” Charlotte informed the paramedics.

“Dr. King?” One of them asked.

“Yes and it's Dr. Shepherd who needs all your help right now, so let's move people!”

In the ambulance Charlotte held Amelia's hand all the ride to the hospital.

“Charlotte…” Amelia said weakly, coming consciousness.

“Don't, you have to be strong Amelia. You hear me? Don't leave us, don't leave Owen.” Charlotte said trying to hold her tears back.

“Call him… Tell him... that… I love him… and… I love… all of you.” Amelia tried to talk while her tears were falling from her eyes.

“Hey, it's okay. It'll all be okay, Amelia.” Charlotte said and wiped Amelia's tears off. “When we arrive I'm going to call Owen and everyone else, okay?”

“Okay.”

“I love you too, Amelia but you'll be the one to tell it Owen. It'll be you not me.”

“Charlotte, please.” Amelia pleaded. “It hurts…” she cried out in pain.

“We have to put her under, now.” The paramedic said.

“I know it hurts but you have to be strong. You have to fight for Owen. You can't leave him or me. We need you, we all need you Amelia.” Charlotte was crying now too.

“Charlotte, tell Owen…” Amelia squeezed Charlotte’s hand and then she was out again.

—————-

They arrived to the hospital few minutes after. Charlotte rushed to the nurses station to call Addison. She knew they won't let her stay with Amelia, so Charlotte went outside to sat on the bench and wait for others to arrive.

“What happened?” Owen was the first one to arrive to Charlotte. Others weren't that far behind of him.

“We were talking and Amelia yelled my name and I turned my eyes on the road again and saw that car driving in our lane. It happened so fast and I tried to brake but it was too late. I'm okay but Amelia's airbag didn't open and I guess she hit her head and she was unconscious and…” Charlotte went in a shock while memorizing what had happened. She even didn’t take any breaths while telling others what had happen.

“Hey, you're okay. Shh, it's okay.” Cooper hugged her tightly while Charlotte sobbed.

Owen stood there, helpless to do anything. “I have to see her. I need to see Amelia. Will someone show me the way to the OR?”

“Owen, you can't. They won't.” Addison said, feeling sorry for him.

“If you won't help me, I'll find the place on my own.” Owen was disappointed and ran into the hospital.

“Owen told me he has a bad feeling when we were waiting for them. I told him it's probably nothing but now…” Sheldon said sadly to everyone.

#LifeIsFragileButStillBeautiful #omelia #amelia and owen #amelia shepherd #owen hunt #private practice #grey's anatomy

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next-korea · 5 years ago

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Seoul (Wednesday, 6/19)

This is a continuation of the dinner course at Jihwaja. We’ve just finished appetizers, and it has already been about an hour. We now get to the next section of our meal, the “Special Delights”. Ordinarily this sounds like some cheesy dish from Panda Express, but that was not at all true.

Course IV: Special Delight 1. Fresh Ginseng and Meat Skewer.

If I had read the menu and realized the white part of the skewer was ginseng, I would not have eaten it. That’s because just yesterday I had tried ginseng for the first time at Baeknyunjong Samgyetang, and it was reeeeeeaaaaaally bad with a very bitter aftertaste. Ginseng was not for me, I thought.

Fortunately, I didn’t read the menu, and I bit into the white root happily. This was how I found out that only the ginseng I had yesterday was bad, and not all ginseng was so bitter.

The skewer meat of the day was beef, but I think they use different meats on different days.

The orange strands next to the skewer is bellflower.

Course V: Special Delight 2. Cold boiled beef with fruits salad.

During the special delights, our chatty restaurant CEO Yong-kyu Han came around and told us about his disklike for the current South Korean president Jae-in Moon. When Michael asked him why, he mentioned that in his recent Korean memorial day speech on June 6, he had honored Kim Won-bong, a defector to North Korea.

Course VI: Seafood Side Dishes 1. Grilled Codfish with Citron and Soy Sauce.

After the “Special Delights”, we move on to heartier foods. But it’s still a long ways until the main course.

Course VII: Seafood Side Dishes 2. Wrapped Kimchi.

The kimchi (left) was brought out at the same time as the next dish (right).

Why is this in the “Seafood Side Dishes” section? I have no idea. But this was the first item on the menu that was spicy. It was far less spicy than any other red kimchi I’ve tasted at normal restaurants, but still overpowered anything else so far at Jihwaja.

Course VIII: Chicken Soup with Abalone and Vegetable Casserole.

Shown on the right in the above picture, this dish came out on a flame. You can see the orange tint at the top where the flame is burning.

Course IX: Special Iced Fruit Sherbet.

Now we’re finally almost at our main courses. But before we start them, we’re supposed to cleanse our palate with some tomato sherbet. Yes, tomato! It was fancy, but I personally didn’t like it because since tomato is not very sweet by itself, they had to add a lot of sugar.

Yong-kyu Han (the restaurant CEO, even though I feel as if I’ve said this many times) stopped by again, and Michael asked him what he did before working at the restaurant. Initially he was shocked (I’m not sure if it is in Korean culture to ask personal questions), but then he happily talked about how he had previously founded his own company.

A bit of history - in 1971, the last cook of the Joseon Dynasty started this restaurant, Jihwaja. She was known as the “first master”, and was proceeded by the second master, Hye-sung Hwang. Hye-sung was Yong-kyu Han’s mother, and she asked him to take over the restaurant. So Yong-kyu sold his company and became CEO of Jihwaja.

We felt a bit of sadness from Yong-kyu Han because it seemed like he had it made with his former company, but operating Jihwaja didn’t provide as much money. But in Korean culture, continuing the family business is important, often more so than individual goals.

Course X: Grilled and Marinated Beef with Ginseng and Vegetable Salad.

Finally, we got to our (first) main course! This beef was second only to the Kobe beef we had four years ago on our Asia trip.

Course XI: Chilled Buckwheat Noodles.

Finally, we have our actual main course. We were each able to choose one of two main courses, either a porridge or the cold noodles. Initially I was skeptical at how the restaurant could make cold noodles, which seemed to me like one of the most basic foods of Korea, particularly special. But alas, I was not disappointed. You cannot see the noodles in this picture, because they are covered by slices of pear, cut with a spoon to maintain rough edges that are more comfortable to eat. On the top is kimchi, wasabi, and vinegar, and I could choose how much of each to add depending on my preferences.

Are we done yet? Almost! This seems like a huge amount of food already, but there’s always room for dessert!

Course XII: Dessert.

The VP described these desserts for us. The English translations of these don’t sound very elegant, but from left to right they are:

1. Cookie

2. Rice Krispie (yes, he said “rice krispie”!)

3. Green bean cake

4. Watermelon

I ate them from left to right, in increasing order of sweetness. The Rice Krispie was disappointing - it was just a hard ball of rice. But everything else was yummy. And there wasn’t too much dessert, so we didn’t feel regretful of eating too many sweets afterwards. (Though I guess we did have the fruits and sherbet as well...)

And there you have it! Our three-hour meal at Jihwaja comes to a close, which is a good thing because I’m getting a bit tired of writing this blog post :) Michael pays the bill, and he writes 1,000,000₩ on the bill. It feels strange to write a 7-digit figure on a restaurant bill.

There’s one more interesting thing that happened. After our meal, both the restaurant CEO and VP thanked us and asked us if we wanted a taxi. Upon hearing us say that we would take the bus, they took the time to accompany us all the way to the bus station. Then, they waited with us for the bus, and once the bus arrived, they talked to the bus driver in Korean to make sure that the bus driver knew to stop where we needed to get off. This part impressed me the most, and we bid farewell happily. Overall, the evening was an amazing experience!

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zzizzigom · 8 years ago

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Family — Wonho AU | Part Six

A/N: what is pacing? what is a story line? don’t ask me, cause I don’t know. Sorry this took so long to get out OTL but I hope you all enjoy it and I apologize for any mistakes I missed while editing!! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

Genre: fluff/ light angst?

Characters: Wonho x Reader

Word Count: 2630

Parts: Prologue / I / II / III / IV / V / VII

I can’t believe I agreed to this, you kept thinking to yourself. In front of you Ahreum sat and picked at a salad silently. Having eaten beforehand you were left to sit there awkwardly and wait. Wonho was to drop off Mari after he picked her up from school and then your day of what you considered to be the most awkward case of babysitting ever would begin.

With a soft sigh you crossed your legs and picked up your cup to sip your water. Ahreum took another bite and then the only side between you two was of crunching lettuce. You made a quick mental note to give Wonho hell for convincing you to do this later.

“I’m surprised you agreed,” Ahreum suddenly spoke, as if reading your mind.

“I didn’t want to.” Your response is blunt and rude but you don’t really care right now. Ahreum lets out a soft chuckle and continues eating her food.

You look out the window and see a familiar car pull up and soon Wonho and Mari are exiting the vehicle. You can’t help the smile that blooms across your face as you watch them hold hands and Mari begins to skip towards the cafe door.

Catching your change in demeanor Ahreum looks over her shoulder and also smiles at the sight. However, you catch something sad in her eyes and you know it’s because she’s aware she’s not a part of that.

The bell on the door chimes as they enter and Mari’s face lights up even more into that beautiful smile she’s inherited from her father. She darts forward, letting go of her father’s hand and runs up to you. You could’ve sworn you saw Ahreum start to open her own arms and stop before she could be left hanging. Pity ran through you and you gave her a small, thin lipped smile as you pull Mari into your lap.

“Hello, Ahreum…” Mari said shyly. She still didn’t know quite how to address the other woman, and after asking you, you had told her to do what felt right. Ahreum smiled gently at Mari.

“Hello, Mari. How are you today?”

“Okay,” she replies as Wonho takes a seat in an empty chair. “I got a hundred percent on my math test today!”

“Good job, squirt!” You exclaim and slightly bounce her on your lap. She beams at your compliment.

“So what are your plans today?” Wonho asks, his voice nonchalant. However, a quick glance at him and you can tell he’s more than nervous, his shoulders and posture stiff. He’s leaned back in the chair to give the appearance of relaxed but instead he looks as if he’s on the uphill incline of a rollercoaster, tensed for the impending downfall.

“I was thinking a movie, if Mari could find one she wanted to see.” Ahreum looked to Mari with a slightly hopeful look.

“I think that could be fun,” you respond. “How ‘bout it, Mari?”

The girl in question nods her head. “Let’s go see Beauty and the Beast!”

Ahreum breaks into a grin at Mari’s acceptance of her plans and nods in agreement. At a soft touch of your arm you glance over to find Wonho motioning with his head to talk to you. Ahreum catches the movement and watches silently as you set Mari down into your chair and follow Wonho to stand outside the door of the café.

“Thank you for doing this.” Wonho starts. “I know you don’t want to but I appreciate it more than I can say.”

When you had brought up Ahreum’s proposal of chaperoning in his stead, Wonho was eager to agree. He claimed you would do just as good of a job making decisions as he would. It had taken you days of Wonho trying to convince you before you finally agreed. Despite wanting the parents to figure it out for themselves, you realized you were just as big a part of this as either of them.

You nod on nibble on your bottom lip. “This is going to be so awkward.”

Wonho smiles and takes your hands in his own. “You’ll do fine. Come on.”

He leads you back into the café, one of his hands still in your own. Back at the table he ruffles Mari’s hair and she grins up at her father.

“Hey, princess, I’m going to head out now. You all good?”

Mari nodded. “Yes! I’m excited.”

Wonho grins. “Good. I’ll meet you and Y/N at home later tonight, okay?”

Mari nods again and Wonho leans down to kiss the top of her head. He lets go of your hand only to give Mari a quick hug before he’s once again slipping his fingers into your own. With a smile he turns to you and presses a kiss to your cheek. Still leaning in he whispers, “Thank you. I love you.”

With a smiling breaking out on your face you lean back and nod at his words. Your eyes are bright enough that Wonho can see the response in your eyes.

Before he walks away, Wonho turns to Ahreum. “It was good to see you again. I’ll see you later.” Ahreum only nods at his words.

Once Wonho is gone, you settle in his chair and before you can say anything Ahreum speaks.

“You two look good together.”

You blink at the compliment, never expecting her to say something like that. You regain yourself quickly. “Thank you.”

At the theater, you perused through the candy choices. Ahreum and Mari were nearby reading the menus trying to decide on a drink choice. After a while they joined you and you smiled as you spotted Mari’s favorite – Skittles.

As you picked up the box you heard Ahreum let out an “Ah!” She pulled a bag of candy off the rack and held it out to Mari.

“How about chocolate peanut butter cups?”

Mari nibbled on her lip and shook her head. “I can’t have those.”

Ahreum’s brows rose. “Why not?”

She caught Mari’s glance towards you and then turned over her shoulder to look at you. You could see exasperation in her eyes. “My daughter’s not allowed to have these?”

You shake your head. “No. Mari’s allergic to peanuts.” Realization dawned over Ahreum’s face and she paled slightly at the thought of what could’ve happened. You pursed your lips for a moment before turning to Mari with a smile. “I found the Skittles!”

Mari’s face once again lights up. “Yay! Can I also have an icee? Cherry flavor? Ahreum and I want to match.”

You grin. “Of course. Let’s go get in line.”

Mari darts off towards the line but before you can follow her a hand catches your arm. You look over to find Ahreum looking hesitant. “Y/N…I didn’t know.”

“It’s okay,” you say. “Now you do.”

After the movie, you’re walking along side Ahreum and Mari, the child between the two of you. She’s gushing about everything she loved about the fairy tale movie. Once the three of you made it outside, you led the group over to the side of building so you could dig your keys out of your purse.

Ahreum did the same but came up short. She clicked her tongue. “I think I dropped my keys in the theater somewhere. I’ll be right back.”

You nodded and then she was jogging off back to the theater. With the night settling it, it brought a chill to the air, and you gently pulled Mari closer to you to tightened her jacket around her torso. As you stood back up, a man walking past the two of you stumbled on his own feet and bumped into Mari.

Quick to react you placed your hand in between Mari’s head before it could slam in to the brick wall of the building. You winced as pain shot through your hand but ignored it to pull Mari closer to you. The man, caught off guard by his fall, stumbled once more when you pulled Mari away from him. When he regained his footing he shot the two of you an icy glare.

“How about you watch it?” He sneered at you. “Keep your kid controlled.”

Your face immediately fell into a frown. “Excuse me? Maybe watch where you’re going.”

“If you were a good parent and kept an eye on your child maybe we wouldn’t be having this conversation. What’s the brat still doing out anyway, a good parent would have their kid in bed by now.”

With a scoff you rolled your eyes at his “good parent” insults. “A good parent defends their child from scum like you who can’t own up when they make a mistake. If you want to be the better person that badly then just walk away. Otherwise I want an apology for almost slamming my daughter’s head into a brick wall.”

The man looks like he’s about to say something but then decides otherwise. Instead he scuffs his shoe against the ground, kicking up dirt and dust at your own feet. You watch him with an unimpressed quirk of your brow as he walks away.

“What an asshole,” Ahreum’s voice cuts through the air as she comes up next to you. You cut her a stern glance and she looks at you in confusion before she lets out a soft gasp. She looks down at Mari with a wide eyed look but the young girl only giggles.

“It’s okay,” she says. “I’ve heard Daddy say that sometimes.”

You sigh in exasperation but gently brush back the hair from Mari’s forehead. At the movement, you wince and pull your hand back to inspect it. Mari catches the action and her face turns worried.

“Mommy, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay.”

“Huh? Yeah I’m…oh.”

Both you and Ahreum had answered at the same time. You shoot a glance towards Ahreum and find her frowning at the ground before she takes a small step back. Studying her actions, you can’t help but notice the difference in her personality all day. She was behaving meekly whereas the Ahreum you’d always known was cutthroat and hard to approach. As if reading your thoughts, Ahreum caught your glance and rolled her eyes indignantly. You let out a soft laugh and glanced at Mari.

“Mari how would you like to have dinner with Ahreum tonight?”

Both of them look at you, Mari in excitement and Ahreum in shock.

“Can I really?”

“Yeah, it’ll be just the two of you, if that’s okay?”

Mari nods vigorously. Ahreum, seemingly taken aback, asks, “Are you sure?”

The younger once again nods. Ahreum looks at you and bites the inside of her cheek. “What about Wonho?”

“It’ll be okay. Wonho said I could make the decisions I see fit. I think it’ll be good for the two of you to have some alone time. But Mari needs to be back before nine. She has school in the morning.”

Ahreum nods almost as vigorously as Mari and you smile at the similarity. “Okay. I’ll make she’s back in time.”

Back at Wonho’s apartment you placed the ice pack on your hand and sighed at the relief. After feeling around your hand you figured it was just bruised. In the silence of the apartment, you pull your feet under you on the couch and used your free hand to scroll through social media for a while.

At the sound of the door opening you set your phone down and smiled at Wonho as he stepped into the living room. His eyes immediately zeroed in on the ice pack on your hand. “What happened?”

He rushes over and takes your hand in his to lift the ice off and inspect your hand.

“Nothing, I bumped it against the wall. It’s just a bruise.” You let out a small lie, there’s no use in getting him upset about something that’s already over.

Despite your words, he continued to study your hand to come to his own conclusion. When he seemed to find a trip to the hospital unnecessary, Wonho placed the ice pack back on your hand but continued to hold it.

“Where’s Mari?”

“Her and Ahreum are having dinner together.” The grip on your hand tightens ever so slightly and you look over to find anxiety filling Wonho’s eyes. Reaching forward with your free hand you brush stray strands of hair from Wonho’s forehead. “It’s okay. Ahreum promised to bring her back before nine.”

“What if…”

“No,” you cut him off, gently but still stern. “Because if she doesn’t bring her back, you can bet I’ll be out there finding our daughter.” Suddenly Wonho’s face broke into a huge grin. “What?”

“You said our daughter.”

With a soft blush you scoff. “Well what else would I call Mari?”

“It sounds good coming from you,” Wonho replied pulling you closer and resting his chin on your shoulder.

The two of you talked about everything and nothing, just enjoying the company you gave each other. Every now and then Wonho would get up and replace the melting ice in your pack with a fresh bunch. All the while you kept an eye on the clock and around 8:30 there was a knock at the door.

Wonho was quick to stand up and head for the door. You, on the other hand, took a slower pace at standing and following him to the door. You stood back and watched as Mari darted forward to wrap her arms around her father’s waist. Wonho didn’t hesitate in picking her up and resting her on his hip.

“Thank you,” was all Wonho said before nodding his head at Ahreum and turning into the apartment. You gave Ahreum a look at Wonho’s behavior but she waved it off.

“It’s fine. I actually wanted to talk to you anyway.”

You lift your brows and nod before stepping out the door to join her in the hallway.

“I just wanted to say I saw you defending Mari from that guy earlier and I wanted to thank you for that. When I went out with Wonho and Mari the last time they would constantly bring you up and talk about how good of a mother you were. It made me angry because there was no way someone would want to take care of someone else’s daughter, especially if you hated the mother. But what I saw tonight, I can tell you really do love Mari like a mom and that’s all I wanted for her.”

“I don’t hate you,” you reply after thinking for a moment. “Sure I wouldn’t consider us friends, but I don’t hate you. I never did.”

“I hated you,” Ahreum admits. “When I met Wonho in high school I was so sprung on him. I loved the attention he gave me and he was so warm. But when I saw how he was with you I knew I could never compete. You would never guess how surprised I was when he asked me out instead of you. But even then I knew how you felt about him and always saw you as a threat.

“And now here you are taking care of my daughter. God, I was so pissed. But Y/N you take such good care of her. You’ve done such a good job…I could’ve never done that. And that’s why I left. I wanted a life for myself and selfishly left everyone behind to attain it.”

“Ahreum,” you interject. She looks up at you, her eyes glossy. “You messed up in the past, we all know that. But you now have a chance to make up for it. Take that chance and don’t mess up this time.”

Her nod is hesitant but still there.

“Good night, Ahreum.”

“Good night, Y/N.”

#monsta x scenarios #monsta x imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #wonho scenarios #wonho imagines #shin hoseok #wonho #monsta x au

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galaxywhale-moved · 7 years ago

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@squidiosyncrasies tagged me in this!! i need to answer 11 questions and then write other questions to ask other people! and i actually did it this time, normally im like !!! and then do 3/4 of it and figure i’ll finish it later and then find it 3 months later in my drafts

1. where do you store your bread? (yes this is important)

in the pantry/cupboard OR in the freezer. i can only eat freezer bread if its toasted though, i know it’s 100% fine i just cant bring myself to eat it bc what if its gross or soggy for some reason this time???

2. say you had to do the two people in a trenchcoat gag. who would the other person be and what is your persona?

tbh it would probably be a small child and we would be joking about how the kid was really tall or something, or id be joking around with other small children with them

3. be honest, do you genuinely think you can take mothman in a knife fight?

im scared of fighting so idk

i can’t squash an actual moth, i usually just catch them and put them outside so maybe id just catch mothman in a giant glass and move him somewhere else so i didnt have to fight him instead

4. how capable do you think worms are of loving us with all 5 of their hearts?

do worms have the same concept of love as a human?

5. do you have any suggestions for a good plant name?

mallory idk

ive spent like 2 days trying to think of a plant name for my new cyclamen and i still havent decided i am v. Good at Overthinking names

6. what is the best flower for eating purposes?

definitely sunflowers because i love sunflower seeds i literally eat handfuls of them at a time

tbh though if a restuarant puts a flower on my plate as a decoration, im pretty much guanteed to eat it lol, ive eaten quite a few different flowers. pansies taste kinda like grass and wattle has a weird powdery texture??

7. design a dream outfit of yours.

something comfortable???? i dont even know what kind of clothes i like wearing anymore

8. what 5 things could be used in a circle to summon you?

a cat, some kind of sewing project, a bag or oranges, a captain america movie and some kind of gay shit

9. i love you i hope today has been treating you well and you deserve kindness in your life thank you for being a part of mine i appreciate it a lot thank you

you too i hope youve had a wonderful day and i v. much like seeing your posts on tumblr!!

10. would you be willing to help me drink the loch ness in its entirety to see my wife?

i spent half my life drinking water so sure (water is the best though tbh how lucky are we to have water??)

11. how many spiders is too much spider? asking for a friend.

that depends on the proximity of the spider? one spider that seems like its going to touch me? too much spider. a bunch of spiders that aren’t close enough that they might crawl on me? fine as long as they keep their distance or dont escape from the glass im catching them with

1. what pet would you get if you could get any pet?

2. what random wikipedia article did you get? (link)

3. how do you feel about bananas?

4. would you rather have a tiny little dragon you could keep as a pet like a dog or a big dragon that you could ride on?

5. what was the last tv show you watched an episode of?

6. should i try watching that tv show?

7. would you rather be able to fly, run at superspeed or teleport to get to places?

8. do you like candles?

9. who was the last person you sent a message to?

10. if you had to make a toasted sandwich, what would you put on it?

11. do you like salads?

@thesecretsshop @borntotakeiteasy @lizziebennet92 @fairytaylz @thisaintnofuckingdisco @vinelili @myirrelephantlife

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pinksweatergettingbetter · 8 years ago

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aight

lets ends this

i love that he's still trying to cheer her up with her terrible crossover idea

phoenix is such a sweetie

“...so we may put this dead lawyer walking out of his misery”

hear hear

just kill me already

“she's now slain two high level clergymen...”

one of which was a confirmed rebel but HEY whatever ITS NOT LIEK YOU KILL THEM IN GENERAL ANYWAY

who gives a fuck this trial is janked

“bahlgilpo’kon hell- the realm of eternal agony”

wow eternal agony is the bottom hell??? thats like the first hell in dante’s hells; youre soft as runny shit kooraheenism.

“there she will suffer the endless punishment of ja’gar by the galuun of Puhlmo’ten.”

SUBTITLES PLEASE

he was killed during the rite but they only found his body like two days later?!?!

what the fuck!?

...and wait a fucking second, he wasnt there when we were fucking investigating BULLSHIT

BUUULLLLLSSSHHHIIIIIIT!!!

two consecutive murders constitutes a serial killer??

every time sadmad sighs and shakes his head i lose a year of my life

Rayfa’s voice is so fucking unfitting; she’s got the voice of a 30 year old woman and she’s supposed to be a whiny-ass 14 year old

do these people know anything about casting??

is it really that hard to get a 14 year old to say a few lines? i was voice acting (not professionally obvs) when i was 14. i sucked, but i was doing it, and there’ve been younger kids working on real shows.

anyway

welp looks like this mcfuck is using a fake name

someone get on that

I'm sorry you’re surrounded by such incompetence, Rayfa. and i mean that. i like you now, youre kinda funny.

phoenix: plus, yesterday, someone told me how the divination seance used to work

phoenix fucking sucks at keeping secrets jesus christ holy fuck just SHUT UP ABOUT THE REBELS YOU MORON

if he says let it go and move on again I'm going to fucking scream

“haha! the police overlooked the clergy tattoo on the back of his neck!”

directly below the stab wound. the clergy tattoo. that has significance in their country.

Why do the Kooraheen Police suck so much ass? They can’t catch a running suspect, and apparently they’re all blind.

HOW DOES THE JUDGE NOT FUCKING KNOW A RELIGIOUS SYMBOL FROM HIS OWN FUCKING RELIGION?!?!?

[insert nahyuta eats (peach emoji)ass joke]

“aren't they utterly different shapes?”

...a... peach... and an upside down peach?!

nahyuta

im gonna blow your mind

this is called a handstand, here, do it with me

lazy ass parents naming their kid “real name”

fuck this joke country

this is some ‘who's on first’ bullshit

RAYFA LUSTS FOR BLOOD

yeah it was freezing on that mountain, of course your estimate was wrong.

i knew this was coming...

hebLINDED HER WITH SCIENCE

BEEP BA BOO BA

“this article is small in size but huge in importance!”

just like my d––

How... did this work? They did a great job of hiding that wound...

also no blood at the “scene of the crime”

yeah not suspicious at all

once again the prosecution blames the detective for something they couldn’t have helped :/

GUARD YOUR ASSHOLE EMA, GUARD YOUR ASSHOLE

HOLY SHIT

INSERT REFERENCE TO ABOVE PEACH JOKE

loud ass clock inside a secret hideout? good one, rebels. super well done.

ahhhh

now that is clever. i like that

although, considering the length of that statue’s beak, he should’ve been impaled right through his body, so.....

you were close, SOJ

glad to see more clever twists though.

game ruins everything with blatant hints

there are other cases where they can tell when two weapons have been used on the same wound

why cant they tell now?

stone sharp enough to cut skin??

your hideout is fucking death trap

good going rebels

youre using serial killer wrong... again

thats a lie, nobody likes swiss cheese

LAY OFF CHEESE YOU PIECE OF SHIT

ILL RIP YOUR ASS OUT

“what you said is total bullshit!! heres what happened; this, this this. and since I said it ,its true! without any proof!!! SO THERE”

phoenix: VALID POINT!

sadmad: bullshit excuse

judge: sounds legit, overruled!

“jeez just toss me an Axe if its that bad...”

“plotting your escapee from this sacred hall?”

yeah well just run out

“you would pin a crime upon the dead, who you know tell no tales?”

did you just forget the whole

soul pool thing or

are you just stupid

aw baby here we go

stop saying 30% you dont know shit

oh my god

whoa whats he doing with the magatama

“wait... i think i saw something just now...”

what, phoenix

what did you see, hmm?

“the power of prayer! yes... it uh... helps you... install listening devices in your secrets base uuhhhhhh...ITS NOT WEIRD

“She has a way of putting me at ease...”

(weeps) my babies

(sigh) its the wife, get on with it

“long years of ascetic training have sharpened my ears”

god the training is more useful to Athena than it is Maya. this is depressing.

make like a mollusc and clam up??? who says that???????

boy you sure fuckin suck at this Mr. Inmee

judging by that KAAHHH Tahrust should have a deep voice, and DD had a deeper male voice blip... why aren't they using it? they've already implemented singing blips and tutting blips, did they forget about the extra deep blips?

or are those reserved for demons?

he is a ghost...

...how far along is behleeb anyway? either I'm blind or the sprite artist forgot to give her a baby bump.

hey yeah! she's barely pregnant! her character art shows that! so its not so much of a stretch that she could be running around killing rebels. Plus, she hasn’t been pregnant for two years...

...of course, its not her, it’s rUHEEL NAYMUH, but still. she’s not far along enough to be inconvenienced by her child.

potato potahto tomahto egg salad!!

stop praying at me, nahyuta.

dont you fucking dare...

dont you even fucking dare

THEY DARED

I SWEAR TO FUCK

i swear to fuck

so. youre gonna blame maya. for the actions. of YOUR OWN GODDESS.

WHO’S GREAT AND POWERFUL AND MYSTICAL AND WISE AND PERFECT.... UNLESS SHE’S BEING CHANNELED BY A DIRTY FOREIGNER?

i just i cannot express how angry this makes me. it doesn’t make any fucking sense and it’s complete and utter hypocrisy. it’s even worse than before; before they were suggesting that the person dressed as Lady Kee’ra was killing rebels in her name, if it wasn’t outright her. Now they’re suggesting it was LITERALLY HER, and remember, these people are UBER RELIGIOUS, and they still have a problem with THEIR IMMORTAL GODDESS IN THE FLESH exacting her divine punishment against people THAT ARE HARMING THEIR COMMUNITY ANYWAY???

yes, vigilantism is dangerous. but it gets a little more fucking complicated when you suggest that it’s the legit actions of an ACTUAL GODDESS.

and even if this is the corrupt government just trying to cover up deaths (which it is) why didn’t they just step in and go “Yeah, another Lady Kee’ra murder. All hail the marvellous goddesses. er diarrhoea kooraheen.”

it would be a lot easier and a lot less messy than taking a kid to court. why do they even want Maya out of the way, anyway? She didn’t know any of the rebels, and she posed no threat to their corrupt government. Yeah, Zealot’s dead, but they literally could have just hired another crazy assassin.

Unless there’s a REAL GOOD FUCKIN REASON for all of this, I call bullshit, bullshit bULLSHIT

i think it’s time to let your head go and move on to another room sadmad

at the same time

...plus they legit just forgot their own lore.

maya can’t summon Kee’ra if she doesn’t know what she looks like.

that was so easy i didnt have to even press on statements; thats how easy that contradiction is. thats how easy it is to remember something stated five minutes ago, and how easy it is to remember how your own religion works. you fuckhats.

oh hey i just realized Tahrust really does call Behleeb his “lovely wife”

aw. how nice. if only they didnt decide to scapegoat maya.

doesn't matter your intentions; you die if you scapegoat maya. you die by my blade.

you ok pal. is an alarm clock really the source of an evil laugh.

“indeed! we leave the alarm switched off at all times!”

why would you even have a clock with an alarm on it in a secret base anyway?? and how did phoenix manage to play it in the hideout if the alarm was switched off?

“those distinctive taiko drums”

fuckin’ finally

ive been waiting for that stupid watch to come back for AAAGEES

of course there was a reason maya would mention traditional japanese instruments...

y’know it’s funny that he would even make that fuckup in the first place. if he’s a plumed punisher fan, he should know how the theme song goes. his wife was at least a big fan, meaning he’d probably have heard the opening enough times to know that Taiko drums weren’t part of it. Furthermore, if he was banking on the fact that the two themes sound similar to pass off the deception, then it was a huge mistake on his part to define the sound as Taiko drums; thats just a needless detail that could get him caught out, which it did.

and if he just didn’t know, well... again, useless detail. always bad. always be vague if you wanna get away with shit.

ah... at least in death, Raheel Namer didn’t have to suffer the Plumed Punisher theme song.

i love that phoenix refers to the show by it’s full title. that’s adorable.

now what’s really confusing me is that that Photo of the fam is stated to have been taken during the Feast of whatever. Which is the same time-frame as Reely Real Name’s death. He’s alive in the photo, Behleeb is in the photo, and the Judge and his family are nowhere to be found. But all those things were huge parts of the case, and they couldn’t have eaten before or after because of the whole ‘you can only eat Ghingil for three hours on that one special day’.

am I missing something or going nuts??

that said I'm so glad i can finally present this photo. it’s been gnawing at me as much as the watch thing.

“trademark topknot”

OH PLEASE JUST LET IT END

ffjglk dlg ljlgkd hey Tahrust do me a solid and just tell them how you died ok

please i have a family

i have stomach ulcers

off-brand logic

i totally forgot that was in this game too

wow.

“hmm, there’s really nothing to suggest a murder other than the red water in the spring, which only Maya would see and probably not question (considering this isn’t her religion and she doesn’t fuckin know how that shit works) and said spring probably empties somewhere, since it would be swampy otherwise. let’s see... i can KILL MYSELF TO GIVE THE RED WATER A REASON FOR EXISTING or do literally anything else... WELP, BETTER FUCKIN KILL MYSELF. ALL HAIL THE REBELS!”

...well at least he saved maya from contracted a blood disease.

tahrust must be pissed that his death came to naught when his own rebel pals gave the secret key to a guy who sold them out in five seconds.

never gets to meet his child... never gets to see the revolution come to fruition... never gets to live happily with his family... all because he couldn’t think of any other solution to protecting that shitty hovel behind a rock.

kinda tragic.

wish i was less angry

“there was no weapon at the inner sanctum...”

did everyone just forget the giant bloody murder statue???

pohl’fuckya sadmad

babe... oh no... don’t give yourself up like this

thats sad

dont

i feel the sad now

shit

“abbot inmee!! summon a physician at once!!’

HES DEAD

WAY TO RUIN THE MOMENT WITH UNINTENTIONAL COMEDY DUMBASS

“but murder sanctioned by the crown is still murder”

what’s murder sanctioned by a goddess? apparently you guys are ok with that one. oh unless it’s a goddess being channeled by a foreigner.

soerry im bitter about that one moving on now

he lunged at you from behind the stone slab?? nice trajectory moron

hang on a second he put reereenaymee’s body in the plaza before prayer time... with the dagger still in him??

HOW DID NOBODY NOTICE THE FUCKING DAGGER

“you need not frame the accused for your crime”

for once Sadmad says something smart

honestly... suicide really wasn’t the answer. even if it was to protect your wife there were,,,,, so many other options

for example, realname’s last moments, as we saw, made it look like he was killed in the Plaza of devotion. You could have so easily made it look like he was murdered there, by some rando, during the rite. The kooraheen police fucking suck at their job, so it wouldn’t matter. but no; you had to die, and blame Maya.... because she was foreign. A foreigner who came to you for guidance and shelter.

STOP AGREEING WITH ME SADMAD, I DONT LIKE YOU

“You must use your law powers to make sure no more innocent people suffer under this shitty law!!

...like Maya did!! .......because of me!!

i love that the excuse is like “there’s no way she could prove it was self defence in this government...” to make it all tear-jerking and point out how horrible and corrupt their legal system is...

...and yet, if we remember Reunion and Turnabout, which also included channeling and self defence... It was EQUALLY impossible for Maya to be cleared of the crime on self-defence charges!!

pot calling the kettle black, japanifornia!

“lol sorry for almost getting you killed cause i couldn't think of a better plan than kill myself”

yea thanks tahrust, coo-al

“I ask that you look after my wife”

er she’s... going to jail... she’s... been outed as a rebel... you do get that right

fuck you Tahrust, you made her cry

“now you can watch over me from the world beyond”

he cant actually, since they retconned spirits being conscious in the afterlife. good going, capcom.

oh man that cutscene was goofy. except for the crying

fuck you Tahrust

Maya: :D hOW y'all doin?!

also according to maya Tahrust didnt leave any regrets behind which means that he totally gives no fucks that his dumbass plan endangered Maya’s life and made his wife cry. Dick.

He doesn't even regret missing the birth of his fuckin child. Ass.

Sadmad: I owe a debt to you, one that I will return––

Me: Eat a rotten egg.

Sadmad: Wha-–

Me: Go on, master of putrescence. Eat a whole rotten egg. Consume it shell and all. You heard me. Insert the egg into your mouth and chomp down. Times ticking, I’m waiting.

i forgot about the stupid butterflies

“So I was thinking, Nick, the legal system here is really stacked agains the defence! It’s really unfair!”

YA DONT SAY

listen to this happy music playing as everyone is forced to come to terms with all this sad ass shit. also it appears we just forgot about that tiny matter of the government literally putting hits out. Rayfas dad. is doing this. Nobody gonna address that?? No? Ok

Maya: QUIT BEINA LIL BITCH

wait what

what is this new sprite

eurhg i dont like it put it away

thats not maya thats a husk of evil

wow. rayfa didnt even know why maya was here training. the bullshit continues to flow...

Maya: deciding what is true and what is false for your people...

the actual truth and lies, right? RIGHT? MAYA???

ergh this is so... corny? schlocky? it feels forced

“Sorry for almost getting you killed anyway VIVE LA REVOLUTION”

Yay! It’s vore man!! i kinda missed his stretchy face.

oh well that

thats just a really anticlimactic reveal of Dhurke

like tada! there he is! and he's gone! whatever; he's just been talked about in hushed whispers for the last case or w/e!

awww the bailiff thinks he can catch a running rebel!! so cute~

“The Steel Samurai vs Dhurke the Rebel!”

MAYA. THE LAST FIVE MINUTES WERE DEVOTED TO EXPLAINING THAT THE REBELS ARE THE GOOD GUYS. WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM???

i love that they keep hammering in that “maya has stayed maya”

see guys??? dont you just feel the magic of the trilogy??? ITS THERE GUYS WE SWEAR

Welp, thats it for that case. Now back to America, to visit Athena and BK, and hopefully to read a more enjoyable storyline...

#sulking over SOJ #soj spoilers #soj spoilers obvs]

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hi let me answer 400 fucking questions

1. Name: Jace 2. Nickname(s): i dont have any 3. Birthday: June 1 4. That makes you (age): im almost 15 5. Where were you born (city): Vancouver 6. Location right now (planet ): in my house 7. Shoe size: uh like 8 womens 8. How many piercings?: two, almost pierced my septum 9. Tattoos?: no 10. When you wake up you're: tired and sad 11. When you're about to sleep you're: tired and sad 12. Zodiac sign: gemini 13. Chinese sign: monkey i think 14. Righty or Lefty: righty 15. Innie or Outie: innie 16. School: no Section Two: Looks 17. Nationality: im really white 18. Hair colour: like dirty blonde 20. Weight: idk like 140lbs 21. Height: 5′10 i think 22. Braces? no 23. Glasses? no Section Three: Private Life 24. Do you have a boy/girlfriend?: yeah 25. If so, who?: uh someone who was not interested in me at all for 7 months 26. If not, do you have a crush on someone?: i mean 27. Who has a crush on you?: i mean 28. Ever cheated on your bf/gf?: no that shit is disgusting dont talk to me if you do that 29. Who was your first kiss: someone that i no longer talk to. dont regret it being them though 30. Who was your last kiss: my bf 31. Are you a virgin?: uh 32. Ever had a threesome before?: no 33. NQ- Every been swarmed by ladybugs?: no whattheufkc 34. Have you ever been in love?: yes 35. Broken any hearts?: most likely 36. Got your heart broken?: well i broke up with someone idk if that counts as having my heart broken but i was devastated but i had to do it sooo idk 37. Ever liked a friend? yes ive only really liked 2 people and theyve been my friends because i cant trust people 38. What happened? they have liked me back at some point Section Four: Past Relationships 39. How many relationships have you been in?: two 40. How many were serious enough to count: two? 41. Who were those serious ones: first kiss, my bf 42. NQ- Who used to be your best friend: uhhhhh ig first kiss 43. What made them different: i really liked their personality and the way they presented/ i was head over heels for them for like idk 3 years 44. What happened: i wasnt mature enough to handle myself 45. Best boy/girlfriend: my fucking GIRLS taylor and claire 46. Worst boy/girlfriend: someone i recently cut off contact with 47. Ever been kissed: yes 48. Who do you want back: uhgdjgkjdfhgkjd goodbye 49. Who do you regret: no one, i think all experiences are good and if i regret someone i would hace never gotten those Experience Points 50. Why?: n/a Section Five: Favourites 51. Song: shit uhhhh like or like like by miniature tigers?? or falling for you by mxmtoom and peachy?? or cherub rock by the smashing pumpkins idk my taste is wack 52. Movie: as you are but i shared it with the person i recently cut off contact with so uh 53. Food: bro. pickles. i even drink the pickle juice when im done with the pickles. 54. Drink: orange crush man 55. Store: shopping stresses me out 56. Television show: uh black mirror? 57. Holiday: hallo fucking ween 58. Book: words on bathroom walls i think 59. Ice cream: cookie dough 60. Sweets: m&m’s 61. Crisps: wjat 62. Type of music: i listen to a lot? i listen to electronic, indie, alternative, rock, those sad boy hour songs really whatever i have like three different playlists for my tastes 63. Artist: really into teen suicide rn 64. Word: uh 65. Time of day: 1 am outside watching the stars 66. Dressing: like. salad dressing or clothes 67. Alcoholic drink: i dont drink anymore tryna stay away from that so i dont revert 68. Colour(s): i love blue 69. Piece of clothing: my fidlar hoodie that concert was wild i got punched in the head 70. Character: DELSIN ROWE 71. Smell: campfire 72. Shampoo: idk i use whatever is in the shower 73. Soap: i use whatever 74. Smiley: idk 75. Board game: definitely monopoly i live out the fantasy of being rich 76. Sport: i dont care 77. Number: i still dont care 78. Quote: idk 79. Animal: still a wolf shut up meanies >::((((( 80. Actor: idc 82. Vegetable: broccoli ofc 83. Fruit: oranges 84. Place to be: on the hill 85. Thing in your room: my guitar and my ukulele my fuckibng babies dont touch them 86. Gum: uh 87. Shape: uh> 88. Country: uh? 89. Mall: i hate malls 90. Car: idc wow im boring 91. Boy's name: br idk 92. Girl's name: idk 93. Family member: my sister sh 94. Restaurant: pepper lunch is kind of the shit 95. Movie place: we literally only have one movie theatre 96. Person to go to the movies with: my friends 97. Noise: idk 98. Brand of shoe: vans theyre comfy 99. Brand of clothing: idk 100. Body part of a chicken: the gobble part the fuck is that called 101. Swear word: uh? fuck? 102. Month: october 103. Possession: ukulele and guitar again 104. Team: ? 105. Season: winter it’s cold and people can’t bully me for being pale 106. Radio station: who listens to the radio 107. Magazine: who reads magazines 108. Favourite grade: none they were all stressful 109. Least favourite grade: grade 1 110. Teacher: mme martin 111. Least favourite teacher: mme leclerc 112. Subject: band 113. Subject to talk about: music Section Six: Family 114. Who's your mum?: my mom 115. Who's your dad?: my dad 116. Any step-parents?: no 117. Any brothers?: yes 118. Any Sisters?: yes 120. Coolest: brother/sister 121. Loudest: my parents fuck 122. Best relative: uh 123. Worse relative: someone who hit on my sister 124. Do you get along with your parents? sometimes 125. With your siblings? yes 126. Does anyone understand you? lmao ugh no one understands me;((((( 127. Do you have any pets?: yes 128. If so, what kind and name? dog, cat, rosie, thea 129. If not, what do you want as a pet?: i want a snake so bad Section Seven: School 131. Are you still in school? yes 132. Did you drop out?: yes 133. Your current GPA: idk what that is 134. Do you buy or bring lunch?: both, sometimes we cant afford anything so like i just dont eat 135. ABC's?: what 136. Favorite class: band 137. Play any sports at school?: no 138. Are you popular? HAHA no 139. Favourite memory: uh when i failed three classes i loved that :) 140. Most humiliating moment: idk 141. Most funniest moment: bro idk 142. Most scared moment: when i thought my school was gonna be shot up lmfao Section Eight: What do you think of when you hear 145. Chicken: bacawk 146. Dog: bark 147. Christina Aguilera: oUOouIA 148. Ricky Martin: who 149. 50 cent: bottle full of bub 150. Poop: uh 151. Beach: woosh 152. Desert: the sound of sand? 153. Water: woosh 154. Osama: oh 155. Love: the sound of when you are holding your breath and then you exhale because they left but you didnt realize you were holding your breath 156. Your little brother: i 157. Butt: what 158. Clowns: get that shit away 159. Wonder: wahtr 16o. Brown: brrpoqn 161. Banana: peeling noise 162. Sex: moaning?? 163. Parents: yelling 164. Homosexuals: what 165. God: nothing Section Nine: Do you believe in 166. God: idk not really 167. Heaven: idk 168. Devil: idk 169. Hell: idk 170: Boogy man: no 171. Closet Monsters: no but im always paranoid someone is in my closet 172. Fortune tellings: no 173. Magic: idk 174. Love at first sight: idk 175. Ghosts: yes 176. Voo-doo dolls: no? 177. Reincarnation: maybe 178. Yourself: no Section Ten: Do you 179. Smoke: not cigs, i’ll vape but i dont have one of my own, and if you got weed and want me to smoke it with you sure 180. Do drugs: weed? 181. Drink alcohol: not anymore 182. Cuss: yeah 183. Sing in the shower: yeah 184. Like school: no 185. Want to get married: yeah 186. Type with all of your fingers: on the computer not really only my middle and index finger 187. Think you're attractive: not really 188. Drink and drive: no ive had some horrible experiences 189. Snore: i dont think so 190. Sleep walk: used to 191. Like watching sunrises and sunsets: yes omg Section Eleven: Have you ever 192. Flashed someone: no 193. Gotten so drunk til you threw up everywhere: haha yeah 194. Told that person how you felt: yeah 195. Been arrested: n o 196. Gone to jail or juve: no 197. Skateboarded: yes im so fucking bad at it though 198. Skinny dipped: no 199. Rock climbed: yes 200. Killed someone: no 201. Watched porn: yes 202. Gone on a road trip: yes 203. Went out of the country: yes 204. Talked back to an adult: yes 205. Broken a law: yes 206. Got pulled over: no i cant drive 208: Cried to get out of trouble: no 209. Let a friend cry on your shoulder: yeah 210. Kissed a brother's or sister's friend: no 211. Kissed a friend's brother or sister: no 212. Dropped something on the floor and let someone eat it anyways: yeah 213. Moon someone: no 214. Shop-lifted: no 215. Worked at McDonald's: no 216. Eaten a dog: no 217. Give money to a homeless person: yeah 218. Glued your hand to yourself: no 219. Kissed someone of the same sex: yeah 220. Had a one night stand: no 221. Smoked: not cigs 222. Done drugs: weed 223. Lose a friend because of your ex: i dont think so? 224. Slap someone for being stupid: lightly 225. Had cyber sex: no 226. Wish you were the opposite sex: at one point in my life i wanted to die because of it 227. Caught someone doing something: yeah 228. Played a game that removes clothing: no 229. Cried during a movie: yeah 230. Cried over someone: yeah 231. Wanted to hook up with a friend: no 232. Hooked up with someone you barely met: no 233. Ran away from home: yeah 234. Cheated on a test: yeah Section Twelve: Would you 235. Bungee jump: yes pls 236. Sky dive: yes 237. Swim with dolphins: yes 238. Steal a friend's bf or gf: no 239. Try to be the opposite sex: oh 240. Lie to the police: no 241. Run from the police: idk depends on the situation probably not 242. Lie to your parents:yeah 243. Backstab a friend for your own well being: no ew 244. Be an exotic dancer: no 245. NQ- Kill the president: dont have a president Section Thirteen: Are you 246. Shy: not shy 247. Loud: no 248. Nice: i think? im also kind of an asshole 249: Outgoing: not outgoing 250: Quiet: kind of 251. Mean: sometimes 252. Emotional: yeah? 253. Sensitive: no 254. Gay: no 255. Strong: uh idk 256. Weak: not physically 257. Caring: yes 258. Dangerous: no 259. Crazy: no 260. Spontaneous: no? 261. Funny: ive been told 262. Sweet: idk 263. Sharing: yeah 264. Responsible: yeah 265. Trustworthy: yeah 266. Open-minded: yeah 267. Creative: i guess 268. Cute: uh no 269. Slick: idk 270. Smart: no 271. Dumb: no 272. Evil: no 273. Ghetto: no 274. Classy: no 275. Photogenic: sometimes 276. Dependable: yeah ive made some mistakes though 277. Greedy: no 278. Ugly: no? 279. Messy: kinda 280. Neat: kinda 281. Perverted: uh well im not asexual 282. Silly: what 283. A B****: sure 284. A Good Listener: yeah 285. A Fighter: yeah 286. A Party Animal: no 287. A Game Freak: i like games 288. A Computer Freak: no Section Fourteen: Future 289. Dream job: musician 290. Dream house: fuck idk 291. Husband/Wife: someone i love 292. Kids: like 2 293. Names: , 294. Pets: doberman pls 295. Car: idk 296. Age you would want to get married: like 30 297. Best Man/Bride's Maid: idk 298. Honeymoon: idk Section Fifteen: Your friends 299. Best friends: taylor, claire 300. Known the longest: taylor 301. Craziest: taylor 302. Loudest: claire 303. Shyest: taylor 304. Best hair: i love them all 305. Best eyes: taylor has like multicoloured eyes 306. Best body: bro no 307. Most Athletic: claire 308. Hot-Tempered: both 309. Most impatient: idk 310. Shortest: taylor 311. Tallest: claire 312. Skinniest: uh skinnier is taylor shes smaller in general 313. Best singer: idk neither of them sing 314. Funniest: both 315. Can always make you laugh: both 316. Wish you talked to more: i have like 3 friends so keira 317. Wish you saw more: keira 318. Who drives you insane after a while: claire 319. Who you can stay around forever and never get sick of: taylor 320. Ever lose a friend because you took it to the 'next level': no 321. Whose always been there when you need them: taylor and claire 322. Who is like your family: taylor and claire 323. How many friends do you have?: 4 324. How many are really close? 2 Section Sixteen: The last 325. Thing you ate: burger 326. Thing you drank: water 327. Thing you wore: im in shorts and a hoodie right now? 328. Thing you did: dog walk 329. Place you went: dog park 330. Thing you got pierced or tattooed: my ears 331. Person you saw: my mom 332. Person you hugged: my mom 333. Person you kissed: my bf 334. NQ- Person you beat to a juicy pulp: idk but id like to beat some people to a juicy pulp 335. Person you talked to online: this bitch thunder that is annoying we dont talk anymore shut the fuck up bro 336. Person you talked to on the phone: my call log says my mom 337. Song you heard: beach walk by whitewoods 338. Show you saw: like concert? fidlar 339. Time you fought with your parents: idk like today 340. Time you fought with a friend: idk 341. Words you said: “yeah” Section Seventeen: Now 343. What are you eating: burger 344. What are you drinking: water 345. What are you thinking: miss 346. What are you wearing: shorts and a hoodie 347. What are you doing: writing this 349. Hair: messy? im sick 350. Mood: gross 351. Listening to: nothing 352. Talking to anyone: no 353. Watching anything: mr nightmare Section Eighteen: Yes or No 354. Are you a vegetarian: no 355. Are you a carnivore: no 356. Are you heterosexual: no 357. Do you like penguins: yes 358. Do you write poetry: sometimes? i dont share it 359. Do you see stupid people: yes 360. You + Me: uh 361. Do you like the Osbournes: never really watched it 362. Can you see flying pigs: egrhf 363. Do you sleep with stuffed animals on your bed: no 364. Are you from Afghanistan: no 365. Is Christina Aguilera ugly: no 366. Are you a zombie: no 367. Am i annoying you: yes 368. Do you bite your nails: yes 369. Can you cross your eyes: yes 370. Do you make your bed in the morning: no 371. Have you touched someone's private part: yes why would you word it like private part Section Nineteen: This or That 372. Winter or Summer: winter 373. Spring or Autumn: autumn im quirky hahahahahahha 374. Shakira or Britney: neither 375. MTV or VH1: neither 376. Black or White: mix of both is good 377. Yellow or Pink: pink 378. Football or Basketball: basketball 379. Mobile Phone or Pager: mobile phone 380. Pen or Pencil: pencil i feel safer 381. Cold or Hot: cold it’s easier to warm up than to cool down 382. Tattoos or Piercings: piercings but i want a small tattoo 383. Inside or Outside: uh both 384. Weed or Alcohol: weed 385. Coke or Pepsi: coke 386. Tape or Glue: tape 387. McDonald's or In-n-Out: mcdonalds Section Twenty: Opinions 388. What do you think about classical music: love it! 389. About boy bands: sure! 390. About suicide: i dont think people understand that someone who is suicidal, their perception is collapsed. even though they subconsciously know they have other options, they believe with every bit of them that is their one and only choice. 391. About people who try to force their opinions on you: choke 392. About teen pregnancy: make sure you can handle the child and have support. if not, get an abortion or put it up for adoption. seriously. only keep it if it’s something you want, not because you were being shamed. 393. Where do you think you'll be in 10 years: on hastings shooting up heroin idk 394. Who do you think you'll still be friends with in 5 years: taylor 395. About gay men: love yall Section Twenty-One: 396. Do you have a website: no 397. Current weather right now: uh cloudy 398. Current time: 8:15 pm 399. Any shout outs: no one follows me 400. Last thoughts: fuck,

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Maggie O’Farrell: 'I've revealed the secrets

N a mean yr, Maggie O’Farrell comes near death several instances. Seized with terror, she dials 999 and is rushed to hospital in a white-knuckle sprint that navigates the border of existence and death. Breathing becomes not possible, the pores and skin bubbles and blisters; as consciousness fades, cardiac arrest may be simply minutes away. The death O’Farrell needs to come this near, over and again, isn’t her personal however her daughter’s.

O’Farrell’s middle infant is eight years old. Ever since the age of two,

she has suffered excessive allergic reactions among 12 and 15 instances a 12 months, which can be brought on by means of – and this list is some distance from exhaustive – sitting beside someone who ate muesli for breakfast, or at a desk where sesame seeds have been lately fed on; sharing a paddling pool with someone carrying sun cream containing almond oil; touching the hand of a person who has eaten nuts or eggs or salad with pumpkin oil; ingesting a biscuit picked up with tongs used in advance to hold a brownie; being stung by means of a bee.

At simply six, O’Farrell’s eldest infant needed to be taught how to dial 999 and say, “This is an emergency case of anaphylaxis”if his sister went into shock. The nearby A&E workforce greets her by name; her representative has cautioned her mother and father in no way to take her beyond the range of a good medical institution. They in no way, ever leave the house with out her remedy.

“We live, then,” O’Farrell writes, “in a nation of excessive alert.”

The novelist had not intended to jot down a memoir. She used to the funny story along with her husband, the writer William Sutcliffe, that she turned into as probable to emerge as a mathematician as to write approximately her private life. “I never, ever notion I’d do it. It just felt to me it would place too much of a tax on buddies and own family” she tells me when we meet in a London membership. O’Farrell began writing I Am, I Am, I Am (the name is taken from Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar) as “a non-public mission”, or even after signing an agreement with her publishers, nonetheless thought she might lose her nerve and want to pull out of the deal.

She refused to accept an strengthen, because “I didn’t want the stress of having to pay it all back if I modified my mind. It felt greater liberating to me to jot down it without any expectation.” The publishers pointed out that they needed to pay her something to make the settlement felony, so she settled for a pound.

Were there moments whilst she was significantly taken into consideration canceling?

“Yes, continuously,” she laughs. “Several instances an afternoon. I wasn’t even without a doubt certain right up until a couple of months in the past that I could publish it.”

At eight, O’Farrell shrunk encephalitis and was hospitalized in isolation for months. Everyone expected her to die The e-book exists, in the long run, for one motive only: O’Farrell wanted to help her youngsters remember that her daughter’s proximity to mortality isn’t always their particular curse, however in reality notably not unusual. She realised she should come up with 17 of her very own near encounters with demise, and I Am, I Am, I Am is an account of a majority of these events in her 45 years, while, as her very own mother positioned it, “I don’t like to think what may have come about.” The memoir is a literary exercise in normalizing the near-dying revel in.

The 17 variety from a chilling near-miss come across in her teens with a murderer to an ambush through a machete-wielding thief on a faraway seashore in Chile. She nearly drowned twice, hemorrhaged catastrophically in the course of her first labor and nearly died of amoebic dysentery in China. Other chapters are much less dramatic – an HIV takes a look at following the discovery of her boyfriend’s infidelity; a near brush with a passing lorry while out on foot – but all are crafted with O’Farrell’s trademark economic system and manipulate. She is a breathtakingly properly author and brings all her beauty and poise as a novelist to the story of her own lifestyles.

The self-portrait found out in its pages, though, is as a substitute extreme, and nothing like the character I meet today. More than twenty years in the past, O’Farrell and I labored within the identical workplace, and even though we didn’t, in reality, realize each different, I wouldn’t have known from her memoir the pleased presence I bear in mind from the one’s days. “Contrary” and prone to tantrums as a baby, O’Farrell’s account of her adult self is frequently further upset and prickly. Yet in person, she is nothing like that at all. She is heat and smooth, brief to chuckle, complete of correct humor and generosity. The discrepancy is so striking, I recommend she’s been alternatively unfair on herself in the e book.

“Really? Hmmm. Maybe,” she concedes. “I assume I am pretty tough on myself, however, I assume you need to be. I imply all of us are, aren’t we?”

The mystery of how one’s own mind compares with others’ has always particularly deep for O’Farrell, because at 8 she shrunk encephalitis and became hospitalized in isolation for months. Everyone expected her to die; one night, she even overheard a nurse out of doors her door tell some other patient, “Hush. There’s a touch lady death in there.”

The damage to her cerebellum has left her with lifelong bodily impairments, but the neurological legacy also can consist of developments including irritability, oversensitivity and, she writes, “a profound feeling of unease and dissatisfaction”. Does she feel that her personality has been determined through the disease?

“That’s what’s unusual. I can’t tell. Maybe it’s a piece like having a pin in a broken bone. Your frame grows around it and it turns into part of you, doesn’t it? Your character absorbs it. I don’t realize wherein the encephalitis ends and I begin, and that is which.”

Maggie O’Farrell along with her Maggie daughter when she revealed becomes a child secrets

Facebook Twitter Pinterest Maggie O’Farrell with her daughter whilst she was a baby. Photograph: Graham Turner for the Guardian She can in no way make sure, either, if it’s what made her a novelist. From the earliest age, she wrote compulsively, “however I suppose my contamination probable, sure, made me into an observer, an interpreter of what was occurring around, the unstated. It additionally made me right into a reader.” Confined to a mattress, she read conventional novels time and again. “And the eighth or ninth time, you begin to suppose: why did the author trade irritating right here? Or why does this ebook begin with a verbal exchange, as opposed to a description? You begin wondering in the one’s terms.”

Born in Ulster to Irish parents, O’Farrell grew up along with her two sisters in Wales and Scotland, where her father lectured in economics. Always educational, she studied English at Cambridge, and had planned to do a doctorate – but her consequences weren’t suitable sufficient. She started out her career as an arts journalist. She posted her first novel, After You’d Gone, in 2000, and following her 2d, My Lover’s Lover, years later has become a full-time novelist. She has when you consider that published five extra, one in all which, The Hand That First Held Mine, won the Costa e-book award, and all of which have been significantly acclaimed hits. Spare and unsentimental, but hauntingly brilliant and suspenseful, her work deals with love, loss and all of the undying complexities of the human circumstance.

“I certainly love writing,” she says. “It’s the most effective element I ever virtually wanted to do. I by no means understand when I pay attention writers saying it’s suffering. I continually suppose, well, don’t do it then! Do something else. Go work within the coalmine. Go be a barista – see the way you revel in that,” she chuckles dryly.

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