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headfullofpresley · 1 year

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Hey, babe! 🥰

Saw you needed some scenarios 👀 and idk if this is cute enough but I've had this idea for a while and just haven't gotten around to writing it myself—what if reader found some old photos of E when he was younger, and he catches her looking through them and he gets self-conscious, because he knows he doesn't look the same and he knows reader could have anyone else if she wanted, but she reassures him and they end up reminiscing as they go through the photos together. 🥹

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬

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Warnings: angst-ish, Elvis feeling insecure, strong language.

A/N: thank you sm for the request, steph! i hope you like it, honey! 💗 the celine song was on repeat while i was writing this- i thought it fit pretty well. 😌

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“Mrs. Presley, I don’t think this is a good idea!”

Miss Jenkins called up to you from where she stood by the pull down attic ladder.

You managed to suppress a scream when you walked right through an old spider’s web and cleared your throat a little, shivering as you slapped it off of you.

“Don’t worry, Mary- I’ll be fine! It’s just.. very dark in here,” you made sure to lower the volume of your voice at the end of your sentence, but Mary heard you nonetheless.

Mary Jenkins loved you and she enjoyed having you around her whenever Elvis wasn’t home or sleeping, but you always came up with the darnest ideas.

Like on this relaxing Sunday afternoon where Elvis had some time for himself and was snoring up a storm in his bedroom, you decided you wanted to inspect the attic. When you told Mary and Minnie Mae that you had been hearing noises coming from up there and wanted to find out what it was, they told you not to do it.

Well, Mary told you not to, Minnie Mae cheered you on.

Graceland was built in 1939- there being wandering spirits wasn’t such a strange idea.

You liked the idea of it, but Mary did not like to mess with these things at all. Still, she wasn’t going to leave you all by yourself and stayed in her spot at the bottom of the stairs.

Partly to catch you in her arms if something would happen and you’d come down crying and screaming – which she knew was definitely something you’d do – and partly to keep an eye out if Elvis was coming out of his room or not.

“There’s a light in the middle of the room, pull the string if you can find it,” you did as she told you to, shuffling forward with your arms stretched out. “Oh, I really do think you should just come down, little girl. Mr. Presley doesn’t want you to go up there, you know that!”

Elvis did not want you to inspect the attic because he too has heard the noises and just like you, he was convinced it weren’t rats or mice. He told you to leave the spirits of Graceland alone, but he should’ve known that you weren’t going to listen.

“He’s asleep, don’t worry, Ma-AH!”

“What? Mrs. Presley, what happened?!”

You placed your hand over your heart, a headless mannequin standing in front of you, adorning one of Gladys’ dresses on the silhouette. Your adrenaline had grown tenfold, but still you didn’t come downstairs.

“N-Nothing- just another spider!”

“Hmmhmm,” she mumbled, obviously not believing a word you said. You were pretty sure she was rolling her eyes right now.

The lighting in the attic wasn’t much, but there was not much up there to see that you hadn’t seen yet. An old sofa that once stood downstairs, Elvis’ army uniform, some mannequins with Gladys’ dresses and a big, mahogany dresser- you smiled as you opened a few drawers and noticed Elvis’ baby clothing in them. You admired them for a little bit, until you spotted some boxes in the corner, propped up against the side of the dark Chesterfield sofa.

“Mrs. Presley, Minnie Mae needs me- I’ll be back in a minute. Please don’t stay up there for too long!” Mary yelled in a whisper as you sat down on the couch, waving some specks of dust out of your view while pulling the boxes closer to you.

You heard Mary shuffling away from the stairs, calling out to Dodger and you opened the first box. Inside of it were photo albums, a lot of them.

“Okay, Mary!” you yelled back, not caring if you woke up Elvis or not. You knew he’d forgive you for doing something he told you not to.

He was your husband, not your father.

Ofcourse, you couldn’t resist yourself.

You pulled out the first heavy album, placing it on your lap to open it. Despite the low lighting, you could make out that it was mostly pictures of Elvis’ parents, grandparents and other family members that you had never met. The pictures were old- the edges were frayed and in some were deep creases, indicating that they had once been folded and unfolded. Your smile grew as your eye fell on a picture of Gladys and Vernon, little Elvis sitting on their lap as he was shooting the camera a toothless smile.

Your heart fluttered in your chest, caressing your fingertips over it before you shut the photo album and moved on to the next one.

And the next one, and the next one…

Until you came across one filled with pictures from the 50s, from Elvis’ last years in high school and gradually going to when he was starting out his career.

You met Elvis in the early 70s and although you had seen pictures from when he was younger before, you hadn’t seen them all.

Mary startled you as she called out to you again and you quickly got up, shoving some albums back in the box though keeping the last one under your arm. You pushed the box back to the side of the couch and turned off the light, carefully climbing down the stairs.

“What’s the verdict, Mrs. Presley? Do we need a priest?” Mary grinned playfully at you and you frowned as if you had no idea what she was talking about.

Because of the pictures, you hadn’t even thought to check for mice or for ghosts.

“I don’t think so,” you then laughed, helping her push the ladder back up before you followed the other woman down the stairs.

Figuring Dodger was in her room and Vernon was in his office or at his own home, the house was silent. Extremely rare, but you liked it.

Mary joined you as you looked through the photo album together while nursing a cup of coffee. You giggled together as you pointed out Elvis’ boyish but flirty smirk in one of the pictures.

The both of you were so engrossed in the pictures that you hadn’t seen or heard Elvis wandering into the dining room where you were seated until Mary looked up and got up from her seat.

He told her to stay seated, but she just flashed him a smile as she told him she’d make him something to eat before disappearing into the kitchen.

“What are you looking at, baby?” he questioned as he walked over to you, his large hands engulfing your smaller shoulders as he stood behind you.

“You,” you grinned. As you looked up and behind you, you noticed his eyes were on the open photo album in front of you. He grimaced, though his features softened as he looked back at you.

“I told you not to go up to the attic,” he mumbled as he sat down in Mary’s seat next to you, keeping his eyes strictly on you.

You chuckled, looking at him with a small pout and a raise of your shoulders. “Someone had to check for mice,”

He hummed teasingly, squinting his eyes a little at you before he leaned in and planted a kiss on your lips. “Ghosts, mice- same thing, right?”

You hummed in agreement as he laughed softly, his arms snaking around your waist to pull you onto his lap. He gently leaned his chin on your shoulder and closed the photo album.

“Why are you even lookin’ at that? It’s just old, boring pictures,” he mumbled, trying to distract you by moving your hair over your shoulder and hiding his face in your neck, his lips parting against your heated skin to lick that little sensitive spot underneath your ear.

You would’ve given in any other time – it was hard not to – but Mary was right there in the kitchen and you weren’t done looking at the younger version of your husband that you never got to experience in real life.

“They’re not boring, Elvis!” you protested, raising your shoulder again to get him out of your neck. You opened the photo album again, flipping to the page you had been looking at before you were interrupted. “These are really beautiful memories, you should treasure them, not put them up in the attic- besides, you were really handsome,”

He scoffed, looking at the side of your face as he squeezed you in his embrace. He could practically see hearts popping out of your eyes and drool dripping down your chin.

“Were, huh?”

“Oh, you know that’s not what I meant,” you shushed him, waving your hand before you leaned your elbows on the table, happily looking at the pictures of your boyfriend posing with his car.

If the comment hadn’t struck some kind of nerve inside of him, he would’ve grabbed your hips and thrusted his hips upwards against your ass that was currently sticking out, but it did.

He didn’t know why – he did, but he just didn’t want to admit it because he knew it were his own damn insecurities coming out to play – but your words made his mood drop in a matter of seconds. Grabbing your waist, he got up from underneath you and pulled the album toward him as he stood next to you.

You sat down on the chair, looking up at him with confusion written on your features. You could see his mood had shifted, you just didn't know why.

“I told you not to go to the attic, so why would you do it- why don’t you listen?”

He kept his flat hand on top of the photo album, preventing you from taking it back when you tried. You scoffed and got up, folding your arms in front of your chest.

“It’s just the attic, Elvis. You’re acting like you have some kind of gold treasure hidden up there,”

You had to surpress an eye roll, knowing that would get him even deeper in whatever emotion he was feeling.

“It’s just a bunch of old stuff up there, like this,” he tapped his fingers against the book, placing his other hand on his hip. “And the lighting up there is bad, you could’ve hurt yourself, Y/N,”

“Well, maybe I like old stuff,” you smiled as you took a step closer to him, your hand sneaking to the photo album. “I like you, don’t I?”

The words flew off your tongue before you could stop yourself. But that was who Elvis and you were- you’d tease the hell out of each other and your age difference was usually the main subject.

You’d call him an ancient old vampire and he’d call you a child, putting on Sesame Street during your movie nights.

And you could always laugh about it together, but right now, laughing was the last thing he did.

Grasping the album from the table, he turned around and stormed out of the dining room and up the stairs.

Elvis didn’t know why he was acting the way he was. He knew you- knew your jokes and what your personality was like and most importantly, he knew you loved him.

You had told him so many times, showed him so many times. You were the type of girl that would bite someone’s head off if they said something nasty about him, even stuff that he didn’t give a rat’s ass about. You were always there to stand up for him even though he could handle it himself perfectly fine.

But seeing you look at those pictures of his younger self, seeing you swoon over them, it made the demons in his head overrule the rational part of his brain.

Because he didn’t look like that anymore. He didn’t have the same body, nor the same face, nor the same hair. His body had gotten fuller and let’s be real- who would be happy about that?

Ofcourse he knew that you loved him for who he was and that you thought he was attractive, but he couldn’t help but wonder if you wished he was a little skinnier, maybe even a little younger.

A knock on the door startled him as he was sitting up against the headboard of the bed, looking up at a random show that was playing on the ceiling TVs. He knew it was you, so he mumbled a soft “come in”.

“I come in peace,” you announced yourself, stepping inside your shared bedroom with a tray full of food Mary made. He didn’t say anything, instead turning his head back to the TVs.

You put the tray on the bed as you crawled onto it on your own side, sitting on your knees. Smiling at him, you pushed the tray closer to him.

“’M not hungry,” he mumbled, grabbing the remote to absentmindedly switch the channel.

“Liar,” you squinted your eyes at him, catching him off guard as you snatched the remote out of his hand and turned the TV off, throwing the remote to the end of the bed. He sighed deeply, leaning his head back against the bed as he closed his eyes.

“What’s going on, Elvis? I know this isn’t about me going up to the attic,”

He sighed deeply, opening his eyes. He didn’t want to look at the food nor at you, so he opted for the black tv screens. You hated when he was this distant, because it usually meant something was wrong and in this moment, you had no idea what happened that got him to this point.

Moving the tray further away from the both of you, you crawled closer to his side and lifted his arm, forcing him to put it around you. Leaning against him, you put one hand on the side of his neck, your fingertips pressing against his jawline to get him to look at you.

He was resisting.

“Elvis, I know something’s up, but I’m not a mind reader,” you whispered, the teasing tone of your voice nowhere to be heard. You were getting a little worried now, because truly upsetting him had never been your intention.

For the first time since you came into the room, he looked you in the eye. A heavy sigh slipped past his lips and his arm that you put around your own shoulder squeezed you into his side a little firmer.

“It’s.. it’s those damn pictures,” he eventually admitted, his voice a mere whisper. “Ofcourse they’re great memories- I looked good, I looked better,”

You frowned, moving your hand down his chest as you sat up a little, looking at him as if he had just grown two heads. “Baby, you still look good,”

He scoffed softly, shaking his head as he looked down at your hand on his chest, placing his own atop of yours. “Hardly. I don’t look like that anymore, Y/N.. and when I saw the way you were looking at ‘em, I-I don’t know.. You can easily find some better looking fool- you’re fuckin’ gorgeous,”

You shifted your body, sitting back on your behind on the soft mattress to properly face him. You laced your fingers together with his, slipping your other hand in his as well.

“I don’t want any other fool, Elvis, only the one I already got,” you smiled softly at him, squeezing his hands firmly.

He sighed deeply, his thumbs rubbing the back of your hands as his eyes watched the repeated motion.

You hated to see this was bothering him so much. If only he could have a peek in your heart, then he could see it was full of him and only him. He stayed silent, so you continued, wanting your husband to know that you loved him more than life itself.

“Elvis,” the serious expression on your face made him a little nervous. “I love you for you- not for your body, or anything superficial like that. To me, you’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on, but I fell in love with you, your soul..” you managed to release one of his hands, flattening yours against his chest. “… your kind soul and heart. Even though I can tape you to the ceiling on some days, you’re the sweetest person I’ve ever met- you put up with me on my worst days, you’re always here for me and that’s why I love you,”

“You mean that?”

“Ofcourse I do, you silly man,” you laughed softly, moving to straddle him. Gently cupping his face, you grinned and pecked his lips. “Besides- Elvis in the 50s was cute, but he could never handle me,”

He watched with an amused look on his face as you threw your hair over your shoulder and fluttered your eyelashes at him. Laughing, he pushed you against him by placing a hand in between your shoulder blades and hugged you tight. “I love you, little one,”

“I love you too,” you hummed, pecking his lips once more as you pulled back from the embrace. Getting off his lap, you grabbed the photo album he had put at the foot of the bed and the tray of food, putting it on his lap. You sat next to him again, with the album on your lap.

“Now, let’s look at these pictures and I promise you I will make fun of every single one of your outfits,”

“Hey! There was nothin’ wrong with what I wore!”

“I meaaaan…” you opened the book, pointing at a picture of him on stage dressed in the gold lamé suit.

He ripped into a piece of bacon, grimacing at the photo before he looked at you. Giving you a nod and a small shrug of his shoulders, he agreed. “Fair enough,”

Elvis knew he had to get over himself and he was glad you were there to help him with it. You loved him and only him- you didn’t care about the clothes he wore, the size he was, or the wrinkles he inevitably was going to get.

You loved his style through all the years, but you kept making jokes here and there about some pictures to lighten the mood and he appreciated it. He’d joke along with you, or tell you stories about something that happened before, during or after a show or the backstory about certain pictures.

Being there with Elvis at the very start of his career sounded exciting – at least, from the stories he told you – but he was doing great things now as well. He was still making his fans happy with new records and live shows, or simply by chatting with them about their personal lives if he had the chance to.

Your husband was a person with layers- sometimes that manifested in moments and outbursts that were not so pretty, but most of the time it manifested in kindness and empathy.

So, yes; young Elvis was amazing. A trendsetter, if you will. That twenty something year old changed people’s lives even though he might’ve not realised it (and probably still doesn’t now).

But the man that was currently laughing at a picture of himself and telling you the funny story that went along with it was extraordinary.

No matter what he looked like, you thought the world of him. And if there was any possible way for you to give Elvis Presley the moon and the stars, there was no doubt you would.

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hooked-on-elvis · 7 months

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MY EYES... MY TEARY EYES! 🥹

ABOUT ELVIS AND GLADYS' BOND. ♥

"Watching the snow reminded me of Elvis' mother. She used to say that if snowed in Memphis when Elvis was gone, she always went outside and gathered up enough in a pan to make snowballs for Elvis to see when he came back. She put them in the freezer of the refrigerator to keep. Elvis loved to see it snow at Graceland." Excerpts from "Elvis: This One's For You" by Arlene Cogan.

No wonder why EP missed his mother dearly. There's many types of moms but the Gladys type of mommy is a true blessing - the ones which heart's that almost burst while trying to make you feel their love for you. It's almost a physical need to pour love in their children every way they can. Towards their children, they have all love languages at once: words of encouragement, sound advice, physical touch/cuddles, actions… It's suffocating, but in a wonderful way. Gladys Love Presley was the sweetest mom anyone could wish for. EP was fortunate in many ways - starting from his family - but what a misfortune was to lose Gladys so early in his life. Love is a dangerous splendid thing anyway. It's best to have it and lose it than never being touched by it. Gladys' love for her son was bigger than life anyway. ♥ -- Note: The excerpt from that book reminded me this footage below, where Gladys is playing with the snow with Vernon (C. January, 1958). There's also another book that mentions her saving some snow so that Elvis could see it later when he came back home (i don't remember what book, unfortunately, but I've read this before).

Above, pictures takes in 1957, during "Loving You" movie production. Gladys actually appears on the big screen for a few seconds in this Presley early movie. EP dances next to her while singing "Got A Lot O' Livin' To Do" by the end of the movie… It's so cute!

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Photo 5-13: March 23-24th, 1958

Elvis was about to be inducted in the US Army. The photos showing the Presley's alone were taken March 23rd, a day before Elvis' army induction day. On the actual induction day, on March 24th (pictures 11-13), there's footage where EP's hopping a bus together with other fellow guys, heading to the army camp to the beginning of the basic trainning and his 2-year epic journey as Private Presley in the U.S. Army. Gladys was visibly shaken and heartbroken to see her beloved son go away and the reason why. Some family members and friends said Gladys was terrified thinking about the horrors of World War II that she seriously feared for Elvis' life and well-being as a soldier. She never got over it, even though Elvis and everybody else tried to convince her nothing was going to happen, after all they were living at the Cold War period, therefore there wasn't reasonable reasons in being anxiously alarmed. Nothing seemed to comfort Gladys. We know she sadly passed away on August, 1958, a few months after Elvis was inducted in the army. Years later, EP would say to one of his intimate acquaintances "my mommy really worried to death." It's so sad... in a poetic way. IDK what I'm talking about right now… It's like she couldn't live without her little boy, literally. Gladys was so close to her son! The reciprocity is true. She was the only person EP trusted blindfolded, with all his heart, body, mind and soul. Gladys only had the best intentions for her son. She didn't care about the money or fame. She actually asked him many time if it wouldn't be better/safer if he gave up his career and just became a business man, a owner of some local company in Memphis/TN, got married, had his own family, and lived a nice, calm, Southern life. EP used to get upset with that "nonsense" talk, because he loved his career greatly and everything was working out just fine for him... he was in love with his music and his fans. He was born to be the King of Rock and Roll and he worked very hard for it every single day. It wasn't right to chicken up. He wouldn't give it up his career, even for his beloved mommy. Yet, Gladys couldn't help herself but to worry something bad could happen if she was not by his side 24/7. A typical loving mom behavior. Even when she acted overprotective like that and drove Elvis insane sometimes, it was all out of the purest heavenly true love... and he knew it.

Although she was uneasy most of the time, thinking about Elvis' well being, the constant travelling on the road all the time, having tabloids badmouthing him, a portion of American society threatening to put him in jail, crazy passionate fans scratching the hell out of him, trying to touch him to the point they'd tear his clothes off his body, even so Gladys supported Elvis' career and was by his side whatever he decided to do. He knew how blessed he was having her for his mother, and Elvis did his best to protect his mommy's heart - even by hiding some of the bad happenings in his life from her. He wouldn't let anything break her heart... even himself.

Yet, so soon the day came when she was gone. Elvis never ceased missing his mommy.

Shantay Perrish, a dedicated fan shared the following story: "We arrived about 7:00 pm that following evening and were shocked to see Elvis leaving on his Harley with a blue flower arrangement strapped to the rear. I quickly went to the guard house shack and asked Harold Lloyd, "Is that who I think it was?" Harold said, "Yes that was Elvis, but don't follow him." We waited there and he returned to Graceland within the hour. Earlier that day we had gone to pay our respect to his mother at Forest Hill, never thinking of Elvis possibly showing up. The next morning we again went to Forest Hill Cemetery and there on Gladys grave was the arrangement of blue flowers we had seen the night before on the motorcycle. Elvis had been to visit his mother in a quiet personal moment."

Photos and excerpt from the book "Elvis Behind the Image."

This event possibly took place circa August 11th, 1977. A few days before Elvis Presley sadly passed away on August 16th. The photo 1 shows Elvis leaving Graceland that day and the photo 2 is Gladys' grave site with the blue flower arrangement he placed there for his mommy for one last time. Elvis assured to send flowers there often over the years since Gladys' passing, but this time he delivered it there himself. Isn't intriguing, to say the least?

Oh, mama liked the roses but most of all she cared About the way we learned to live And if we said our prayers Oh, mama liked the roses in such a special way We bring them every Mother's Day And put them on her grave Oh, mama liked the roses Mmmm Mama liked the roses

In loving memory of Gladys Love Presley ♥

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whositmcwhatsit · 1 year

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Hi!

Idk if this sent the first time, the wifi i’m using is really bad, but anyway…

I’m not sure if you’ve already done this, but I was wondering if you had any recommendations on books about Elvis? I’ve already read Last Train To Memphis but that’s just about the only one.

I’m a relatively new fan, but he’s so magnetic and interesting — I’d love to learn more about him 🫠🫠

Thank you!! xx

Hi there! So, it's really a case of what you're looking for, because there are lots of different entries into the world of Elvis. Heads up, first of all: Everyone and their elderly third cousin twice removed has written a book about Elvis. They all put themselves at the centre of Elvis' life and decisions to some degree or another. They all talk about his excesses and problems as if they were not just as heavily involved and partaking just as much. Some will quote conversations with Elvis as if they are verbatim. A healthy dose of cynicism is needed throughout. Also, don't bother reading anything by The Stanleys. This is my golden rule. So, I assume you're going to read Careless Love by Peter Guralnick, but I'll recommend it anyway. It's a hard read towards the end, and Guralnick's own feelings kind of color things in contrast with the more 'objective' Last Train. Still, I consider it a must read. If you're looking for more of an overview using more than one voice, I'd recommend Elvis and The Memphis Mafia by Alanna Nash with Billy Smith, Marty Lacker and Lamar Fike. They tell a good story, they are 'characters' in their own right, and they give you a strong idea of the vibe around Elvis. Disclaimer: facts are sometimes less important than a good yarn. Like I said, most of his friends wrote about him at least once. Some are more entertaining and readable than others. Lots of people like Joe Esposito's books, such as Good Rockin' Tonight and Elvis- Straight Up, because he comes across as personable and more respectful. Just remember that he was reporting back to The Colonel and good friends with Priscilla, Lisa and EPE. Same with longtime EPE employee Jerry Schilling's Me and Guy Named Elvis, but I like that he was quite different from the rest of the Memphis Mafia and this colours his stories. I really enjoyed Larry Geller's If I Can Dream. While the man loves the sound of his own voice, he also gives an insight into Elvis' struggles in the mid-60s with losing touch with himself and the life he is living. He saw Elvis in a way that most of the other guys couldn't comprehend because of their backgrounds maybe. Some of his stories also have a weird surreal truly Elvis quality. To get a glimpse into Elvis's upbringing and strongest relationship, Elvis and Gladys by Elaine Dundy is a good one. He makes much more sense when you feel you understand where he came from, at least to me. In terms of the women, Linda Thompson's A Little Thing Called Life is a fun read. She probably got to a more intimate insight into Elvis as a famous boyfriend than any of the other women, including Priscilla, in my opinion. She knows how to spin a tale too. June Juanico's Elvis: In the Twilight of Memory is a swoonworthy dream. She is a great writer, and got to sample some pre-superstar boyfriend Elvis. I also enjoyed Joyce Bova's Don't Ask Forever. It gives a view of how it must have been to be one of his side-chicks- Elvis had a new phone line installed in her apartment just for him and would try and get her to skip work (At Capitol Hill!) because her work was less important than his! If you're interested in any of Elvis's work, I highly, devotedly recommend Ernst Jorgensen's Elvis: A Life in Music. This man is the one who should get all the credit for Elvis's legacy continuing so far. Forget EPE, RCA, Sony, all of them. He is the supreme Elvis historian, has scoured and catalogued the vaults for all Elvis' recorded material. He is involved with the FTD label, which rescued and released all the outtakes, alternate versions, studio banter, concert soundboard recordings, everything. He is my hero. I think everyone has a different version of Elvis that they love, so if anyone else has any other recommendations, please chime in! And remember, we don't read a Stanley. Thank you for reaching out. Let me know what you end up reading next, I love a book discussion!

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lunar-years · 7 months

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We never got to see the aftermath of The Man City Hug™️, but there’s a direct parallel between that locker room scene and Sam’s dad in the locker room in Season 3. So, either the team showed up for Jamie somehow after the whole confrontation with Jamie’s dad, OR the team didn’t show up at all and it was Jamie’s idea to get the team to clean up Sam’s restaurant. Or maybe it was someone else’s idea, but Jamie is the one to say, “What does this situation need?” so I’m inferring that he’s the one who came up with it. And I’m also a sucker for Sam and Jamie’s friendship, so there’s that.

In the mess of Season 2, it’s not likely that anyone actually did anything to comfort Jamie (apart from Roy ofc), but I’ll always have a soft spot for the found family trope. Idk if you’ve answered this before but would love to know what you think happened

ugh my head is still stuck at how much it sucks that we never got any man city follow up 🙃 (well, clearly the writers see Mom City as the follow-up. But to me Mom City opens up more threads than it concludes so 😪 too little too late. sigh.).

But I LOVE the idea that Jamie was the one to reach out to the boys after finding out about Sam's restaurant to be like, 'hey lads what are we doing about this?' :) i truly think that was a full team effort idea but i love thinking about Jamie instigating that conversation!! To me Sam and Jamie best friendism is soooo real and incredibly beloved. <3

I think in terms of Man City it's not that the team didn't want to step in a help Jamie, but that they were truly caught off guard and shocked and genuinely didn't know how to respond, because none of the rest of them have been in that kind of situation before. I definitely think Jamie would've dreaded going in for their next training, and then there would be sinking feeling when he walks into the dressing room and it goes uncomfortably silent as they all look up at him, where he's thinking that all his dread was justified. But really it's just a brief awkward moment before Isaac and Colin crack a goofy joke they definitely rehearsed beforehand (and it's kind of a weak one all in all but everyone is sure to laugh extra hard and play off of it until the laughing grows into something easier and more genuine and the tension laps off Jamie's shoulders in waves and he's at ease again with :) ) (Roy catches Isaac's eye as they all head out to the pitch and nods approvingly)

Like, I guess basically I'm not sure there would be a direct conversation about what happened with anyone apart from Roy and Keeley, because I don't think the other boys are particularly equipped to broach that topic in a way that would actually be good and helpful for Jamie moving forward. And anyway I expect Jamie prefers they don't linger on it and don't treat him like he's glass, which all the boys pick up on, so really the best way to be there for him is just to continue being his friends and not treating him any differently. But they also don't ignore it by any means, or shy away from it if Jamie ever does bring it up. They're just letting him take the lead with it to do what's best for him. I also do think he and Sam eventually have a deeper conversation about it, and Dani definitely invites Jamie to visit his entire family in Mexico that summer, to which Jamie is like "you know that just because I have shit dad doesn't mean you have to give me a pity invite me to join your family over break, right?" and Dani is just like, "I would ALL of my amigos to meet my family, Jamie Tartt. I invited Gladys my next door neighbour too, you're not special" (but Jamie is definitely special) ❤️💙

#ted lasso #jamie tartt #asks

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I love the little Jabitha things we got this episode :) Tabitha as obviously one of the main people (and one of only two focused on) when it came to his mind, Jughead going to Tabitha for help, their bedroom and the "Love, Jughead."

I wish it was more obviously but so happy with what we got :)

I love that they focused on Tabitha on the wall, and I think it's to show both her significance to Jughead and Percival going "god fucking damn it, not her again" because he's very much at war with Tabitha specifically. I do think it's such an odd choice though to have three pictures of Jellybean on his wall but not have them on the side we focused on. Like, why the FP picture? Is it because we can't really bring Jellybean back because her actress was cast as age-appropriate and probably can't pass for seven years older than she is, but that isn't a problem for FP? Also, justice for Gladys and Pop, neither of whom got a spot, which sounds fake tbh.

And Jughead going to the diner immediately after he left the casino is so !!! He was so frazzled and clearly not thinking, because Pop's is a restaurant, aka a place that often has a number of people with minds to read. Granted, ok, Pop's is also randomly completely empty except for Jughead and Tabitha, so maybe he was hoping for that, but it was still a gamble, one he was willing to make, consciously or not, because that's where Tabitha is. The camera cuts between Jughead frantically looking at the patrons and steadily looking at Tabitha until he's clearly overwhelmed and has to flee again.

Then, omg, the way he was pacing around their apartment trying to handle all the thoughts, I'm 90% sure that he was trying to wait it out until she'd come home from work, but he just couldn't do it, alas. Idk why he didn't just text her so he could say goodbye in person before fleeing, but at least he left a note this time, although it's weird that he didn't say where he was going. And the "Love, Jughead" is Quality, even if I would prefer Riverdale's first use of "love" between them to be in a mutual confession rather than in a letter. Still, I'm so starved for jabitha content that I'll take it.

I did like what we got this episode, but I want more, can't they balance having friendships and couples on this goddamn show? Ba get at least one scene together, often in or around bed, every episode, and we have gotten nothing for multiple episodes in a row multiple times this season, and it's bullshit. I'm so hungry for content, pls feed me, Riverdale.

#asks #anonymous #Riverdale #Riverdale season 6 #jabitha #I would find the switch in focus from couples to friends less frustrating if Tabitha got to interact with Betty #my thoughts on Riverdale let me show you them

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The Treatment of Captain Syverson-Chapter Five:Sensory Integration 1

Pairing: Captain “Sy” Syverson x OFC (Shane Benton)

Summary: A Friday full of teasing for Shane ends in a steak dinner with a blue-eyed beefcake. If you don’t finish this chapter hungry for one or the other, if not both, I haven’t done my job! Lol! (For inspo on Sy’s date outfit, think back to that one Men’s Health photoshoot Hen did and just imagine his hair shorter. That’s what I did. lol!)

Click me to catch up on the story and other stuff by Hannah!

Word Count: 4k (This date got away from me! Lol! And it’s only half over!)

Warnings: Mostly this is utter fluffy fluff, but I’m gonna put the following warnings on, anyway. Language, mature themes, alcohol consumption, borderline food worship (Shane may have a problem, I definitely do! Lol!) Also, pretty much every Sy fic I’ve read says that his given name is Logan, so...should his given name be used henceforth, that’s what I’m going with because it seems the most cannon and I like it and if it’s good enough for Wolverine...

Author’s Note: So, guys, this is crazy. First off, the reaction and love Sy and Shane’s story has been getting has taken me completely off guard and utterly made my day/week. (I’m serious. Every note makes my heart do a happy dance. A like, a reblog, a comment. It all means the world to me. Thank you for your feedback and for sharing this story.) Second, YOUR FEEDBACK MATTERS TO ME! Because initially, idk what I was thinking. I was going to skim over their first date and like…not write it…and I kept getting notes as I worked on further chapters to the tune of “can’t wait for this date!” and I thought…hmm…well, the date must be written! So, here it is, the first half-ish, of Shane and Sy’s first date. I hope it’s all you were expecting…or at least half of all you were expecting! Lol! More to come in part two of Sens Integ! (BTW, fun fact, these chapter titles are all named after treatments that therapists actually use on their patients sometimes! Lol!)

Disclaimer: Unfortunately for me, Henry is not mine, le sigh, and all mention of him, his characters, any characters from his films, or his precious doggy, Kal, are strictly for transformative and recreational use. I neither ask for, nor accept payment for the work I post on Tumblr or AO3. Unbeta’d because this is for fun and escapism.

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Friday morning. She was up with the sun. And a bit before, really. Today was the day. Her first date with Sy. She’d taken extra care in the shower, less clumsy, thank God! She shaved her legs because she had chosen to wear a knee-length blue dress with a scoop neck and cap sleeves in wrinkle-proof Jersey knit since it would be in her tote bag all day. She was not shaving because she thought anything would happen tonight with Sy. She didn’t think she was ready.

That is, she was ready, but, only physically. Emotionally, mentally, she would need to prepare for him a bit longer before taking him as a lover. She hoped he was on the same page.

He had an appointment in the early afternoon. He greeted her with his warm “Hello, sunshine.” Following it up by telling her how pretty she looked today, causing blush to burn in her cheeks. She’d reciprocated, even though he was in his typical tee and shorts look. It was still true. They got on their usual bikes to warm up for about 15 minutes, and then took to the leg press to try to advance his strengthening.

“I’m really proud of your progress! You wouldn’t have been able to do this much weight two weeks ago!” She encouraged him.

“Yeah?”

“Absolutely. Now, we are going to do some drills next. Simple ones, but they aren’t going to be fun for you. I’ve chosen to do them on your last day of the week for a reason. You may be sore. Ice and whatever you take OTC if you must. Ibuprofen or acetaminophen. But try the ice first. It shouldn’t be too bad.”

“Okay.” He conceded, dejected.

“Stretching afterward.” She promised.

“Okay!” He pepped up. She knew he just loved an excuse to have her hands on him.

Later, as he lay on the mat, sweaty from the exertion of the drills, with her up there with him having to use her whole body to leverage the proper stretch out of his hip flexors, she felt the heavy weight of his gaze. She tried to look anywhere but those sapphire eyes below her. They were too vulnerable. She couldn’t handle that right now. Not here.

“Shane?” Dammit, he was gonna make her.

“Hmm?” She looked down at him, smile meeting smile.

“I just…” he couldn’t seem to get out the words. But she thought she understood what he was feeling.

“I know, Sy. I know.” She gently patted his outer thigh where she had been bracing her hand for the stretch, and let his leg back down, while dismounting the mat, as well.

“Well, that’s about the hour. Any questions before I let you go?”

“Are you as excited for tonight as I am?” He asked. She chuckled. She couldn’t imagine him being more excited than she was!

“Yes! Hehe! But I still kinda meant about therapy, Sy.”

“Oh, right. Are you excited to finish up with your therapy patients at therapy today so I can pick you up from the therapy clinic and take you on our date?”

“Just because you say therapy 20 times doesn’t make it about therapy.” She laughed.

“Okay, I do have a question for you, since I’m here.”

“Shoot.” She encouraged.

He stood and held her face, taking it into a kiss so devastatingly and painfully tender, she could not process what to do next. She was leaning toward fainting. But then tackling him onto the mat again seemed an attractive option. She settled for placing her hands on his waist, ready to control the situation as need arose. But after a brief moment of slight deepening, he broke away, still holding her face in his large strong hands.

“Ahem. That’s a good question. Why don’t I have you a reply later this evening?”

“Sounds good to me, sunshine.” He grinned widely, and waved a quiet goodby to her.

She walked to the doorway of the small room to watch him walk out…his gait still uneven from his injury but improving enough that she could tell he once took very…confident strides. She could almost picture it. She sighed, forgetting herself for a moment until Anita came up behind her walking her elderly patient with a gait belt and front wheeled walker.

"Is that a bit of drool on your chin, Shane?" she said quietly, but still startling the younger therapist from her reverie.

"Oh, uh, hey." she checked her chin, absentmindedly, late in getting the joke, and rolled her eyes. "Funny, Nita. Do you need anything?"

"Nope, Gladys and I are just headed to the gym for a few minutes on the NuStep to round out her treatment." Nita grinned at Shane.

"Who was that handsome young man that just left, Shane?" Gladys asked her, as women of her…demographic tended to do.

"He's just one of our patient's Miss Gladys. But I can't tell you his name. It's against the privacy policy." She explained.

"Oh, okay. Well, if I was a few years younger, I'd let ya give him MY name…and my telephone number." she smirked with pride in herself. All three ladies giggled.

"I'm pretty sure he's spoken for, Gladys." Anita broke the news to her randy patient, smirking at her coworker.

"Shame! Well, that's one lucky young lady!" Gladys hobbled on with the walker as Anita cued her not to let the device get too far ahead of her feet. Shane was beet red from the whole interaction. At least she wouldn't have to wear blush tonight.

Her day finally finished, notes done, and final communications sent, the most important (in her opinion, probably not her employer's) message of them all was next. The text to Sy that he could head toward the clinic to pick her up.

She touched up her eye makeup, applied another coat of mascara, and dabbed on some of her favorite lipstick in a deep red that complimented her skin tone. She also spritzed on a bit of her favorite Armani perfume before slipping on her dress and black ballet flats and sliding on a pair of simple hoop earrings. She'd had her hair pulled up all day in a clip, so it should be pleasantly wavy when she took it down…and with a bit of flipping, shaking out, and finger diffusing, it was.

She looked in the mirror. She was ready.

Was she ready? She examined herself in the full length mirror in the empty locker room at the clinic. The dress and the shoes suddenly seemed all wrong, both together and as individual pieces for the occasion. She looked great, it wasn't that…but…was it right for tonight? Should she cancel? Was she being ridiculous? Clearly she was, as she'd already sent the message telling Sy he could come get her. But the closer she got to being ready to go, the less ready she felt. Those butterflies were suddenly clawing at her esophagus, disrupting the bile in her stomach, and threatening to choke off her air supply. They were no longer pleasantly fluttering. She felt like she had a boot against her windpipe.

She was snapped out of the panic attack when she heard her phone go off. A message from Sy.

Your chariot, m'lady. Should I come in and get ya?

She grinned like a lunatic. How could she have considered calling tonight off?

Nay, m'lord, verily the gates be locked. I shall use the rear exit and meet thee around yonder forsooth.

Wow, you ran with that one. *laughing in tears emoji*

I have that tendency. Lol. *monocle wearing emoji*

She grabbed her bags, walked out the back door, and tossed the one that wasn't her purse into her vehicle, which was parked nearby and walked around to the front. He was standing on the sidewalk near that edge of the building.

The sun was just setting, and the light from it hit him so bewitchingly that it took away her breath. Not in the frightening way of the panic attack she'd just had, but in the nice way, like right before you surface from a deep dive and you know the sweet relief of oxygen is imminent. She assessed his ensemble with approval. Black books, sleek dark blue jeans, and a sapphire v-neck polo that even in the low light of near dusk made his blue eyes dance with vibrant intensity against his fading tan. His hair was starting to grow out ever so slightly, but it was still very close cropped. His beard, she could tell, had been finely groomed, combed, and styled. He looked…well, she'd never looked up the word "handsome" in the dictionary, but she imagined it would describe the image before her quite succinctly. And alternatively, Sy's image could be used as an illustration in the reference book, itself.

The best part, though, was the look on his face when he saw her.

She felt like he'd never properly looked at her, perhaps. Maybe he wasn't expecting a dress, or loose hair, or red lips. Or maybe it was a combo of the whole Date Shane package he was seeing before him. As his eyes beheld her, he almost looked confused. As if she was a stand-in. Or maybe an alien. Some body-snatcher. Only he wasn't frightened. She was having a hard time working out his expression as she'd really never seen it before, and particularly, never aimed in her direction. He said one word.

"Wow." It was reverent. Not a whisper. But barely a decibel above.

Again, her cheeks required no artificial pigmentation.

"Hey. You look…you certainly scrub up good, mister." she giggled nervously, feeling immensely awkward at her inability to properly compliment the chiseled image of Adonis before her. His every muscle hugged to perfection by the fabric covering it. How did you even begin to tell such perfection how perfect it was?

"You…Shane, I don't remember the last time I saw anyone look so beautiful." he frowned, as if trying to recall, then giving up with a smile, and leaning in to kiss her cheek. He lingered a moment to hug her, hold her as the day faded, breathe her in. She did the same. He was freshly showered and wearing cologne, as he often did, but it rarely hit her so solidly as it did tonight. She loved this scent. Woody, but earthy, with notes of bergamot, a kind of musky scent similar to amber, but more masculine, and something spicy that she loved. The combination exploded like an olfactory fireworks display.

The shirt was an unthinkably soft cotton (blended she thought perhaps with kitten, she could not stop touching it.) and the warmth of him radiated into her as his chest rose and fell over the course of his numerous breaths as they stood there holding each other and enjoying this feast for the senses.

"You ready for supper?" he asked, a faint but distinct rumble from his abdomen indicating that he most certainly was.

"Yes." she smiled up at him as he took her hand in his and led her to his truck. A Ford F150, the same sapphire blue as his shirt and his eyes. She was sensing a pattern, here. It wasn't the newest vehicle, but he had taken immaculate care of it. She felt shame for her own treatment of her Explorer, Bessie, which often functioned as storage shed, trash can, and sometimes, hotel, when she felt like a road trip on a shoestring budget. He walked her to the passenger side, opened the door for her, and helped her in, as the truck sat a bit higher than what she was used to.

"So, I have us a table saved at this great steakhouse just down the road. And then, it's supposed to be a nice night, I thought we could take a walk by the lake?"

It sounded perfect to her. Quiet and simple.

"Amazing. As long as your knee is up for a walk?"

"I've got all weekend to rest before getting tortured again." he smirked at her as he pulled the truck out of the parking lot and on the main road toward the interstate. "B'sides, who better to have with me if I start hurtin' than my PT?"

The emphasis he placed on the possessive pronoun, claiming her as HIS PT sent a delighted shiver through her that she blamed on the AC, which he promptly turned down.

He had his Spotify shuffling Kings of Leon at a low volume as they conversed lightly and pleasantly. Since it was an earlier model, even well equipped as it was, it wasn't quite ready for auxiliary or Bluetooth sound, so he'd bought one of those radio receivers that tune into an unused frequency and connect to your phone or iPod. She'd retrofitted her 2003 Ford Explorer in a similar fashion.

They were both caught a bit off guard when "Sex on Fire" came on, and tried valiantly to keep talking. But it was hard to hear anything but those lyrics. Singing of exhibitionism and dangerous sex acts that were definitely moving violations…and simply the sex being on fire. She was thankful, for once, that this song that she'd always found catchy without paying much attention to the actual lyrics, was now fading into the night as they pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant.

She remembered to wait for him to get the door for her, even though it had been ages since she'd been on a date or had any kind of romance whatsoever. He helped her down from her perch, giving her a gentlemanly moment to adjust her skirt before taking her hand and leading her into the building.

He opened the door and led her in by that lumbar lordosis that made everyone tremble and swoon. She was no exception just because she knew that part of your back was not actually called "the small" and she got perturbed when she heard it referred to as such.

"Welcome to Mark's, how can we help you?" the host greeted warmly.

"Reservation for Syverson." Sy piped up. She was used to being the voice in these situations. She was thankful not to have to for once. It was a small thing, but it was still nice.

"Right this way, folks." he grabbed two large menus, a mid sized one, and a small one, and led them to a cozy but still spacious two-top in a quiet corner of the dining area. The warm light was low and ambient, and there were real kerosene lamps on the tables, which she loved. It had the rustic ambiance of a cabin with all the refinement of any four+ star restaurant she'd ever been to. Not that she'd been to many.

"Here you are, the table you requested, and your menus. Have a look at them, and Katie will be out soon to answer questions and take your orders."

As he walked away, Sy pulled her chair out for her, and aided her sitting. His gentility was so refreshing to her, because it was so sincere and kind, and in no way oppressive or domineering, as some men seemed to use such gestures. Wielding them like a club rather than a feather. She was just used to seeing a certain side of him, teasing and silly as he was in therapy that this side of Captain Syverson, or as she may end up calling him one day, Logan, his given first name, if it pleased him, had taken her off guard.

"Nice place." she approved, looking around at he exposed beams of the ceiling and the iron and copper chandeliers and light fixtures on the wall. She also noticed quite curiously a copy of American Gothic by Grant Wood on one wall and The Kiss by Gustav Klimt on another. Such different styles to be displayed in one room. She really liked it though.

"It's one of my favorites. I try to come in every couple weeks or so." The fact that he liked steak on the regular was definitely a point in his favor. She loved it but rarely went out for it on her own. Eating out alone wasn't so bad, but it was hard to enjoy a steak dinner by one's self.

"What's your favorite cut?"

"Oh, I've tried most of them, and you can't go wrong." He assured her.

They had a crazy selection. Ribeyes, filets, sirloins, prime rib, all seasoned, smoked, topped and wrapped in every way you could imagine…it was like staring at the Netflix menu of steak. And much like she tended to do with Netflix, she relied on a classic favorite. After all, who goes for an obscure choice their first time at a new steak house?

"I'm keeping it simple and going for their prime rib and a baked potato."

"Ah, that's a perfect choice. We're getting some of their lobster mac and cheese to start, though. Unless you're allergic or something?" he added the disclaimer when he saw her eyes widen.

"Not at all, that sounds…"she was thinking "sexual," but decided instead on "heavenly."

Soon, Katie, a peppy, slender young redhead in black jeans she'd been poured into and a white T-shirt she had outgrown some time ago, descended upon their table with gusto.

"Howdy, I'm Katie and I get to take care of you fine folks this evening. What drinks and appetizers can I start y'all off with?"

Sy looked at Shane to prompt her to start.

"Sweet tea?" she half stated, half inquired. Katie nodded and jotted.

"Sure thing! Sir?" she thought her eyes sparkled when she looked at Sy…she couldn't blame her. But…she thought she could take her if she tried anything. She was certain there was a very sharp knife in the black napkin set-up at her right hand.

"Same for me, Katie. And we are also gonna need an order of your lobster mac to start and a bottle of your house cab."

"Fantastic. I'll be right back with the teas and wine after I put in for the lobster mac for ya, and then I'll take your meal order." she smiled brightly. Sy looked at Shane, though, as he replied "Wonderful."

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Her instincts about the lobster mac and cheese had been spot on. She couldn’t contain her yummy noises of enjoyment which amused Sy to no end. She couldn’t imagine the steak any better.

About that, she had been completely wrong. It was so succulent, tender, and flavorful, she debated on whether or not the provided au jus and horseradish were even needed. They were also too good to resist, though.

Her potato, twice baked to the perfect tenderness had a salt brined skin, and a garlicky butter that just sung with the sour cream and chives. She was in food heaven, and even if that meant she was dead, it was fine.

He’d ordered the same entrée as she had, but took his baked potato…a bit differently.

“You don’t like sour cream?” She asked, nonplussed.

“Nah, I mean, I can eat it, but…it feels weird in my mouth. I prefer the au jus and butter, instead. It’s much more tasty.” He said, waggling his eyebrows.

“I guess I’ll take your word for it.” She laughed.

“You’re welcome to try mine when I get it all doctored you how I like it!”

She did, right from his fork. And he was right about it being so flavorful, but she preferred the mild, creamier texture of her own side with the savory notes of her steak.

They ate and enjoyed each other’s company and conversation.

“Ya know, Sy, I totally had you pegged as a beer man, instead of a wine guy.” She said, as she brought her own glass of the deep red liquid to her mouth and nose, inhaling the bouquet before she took her sip.

“Normally, you’d be right. With a burger, pizza, sometimes tacos or what not, definitely. But I can’t do beer with steak. It’s gotta be wine. Red. And full-bodied.” He held her gaze as he drank from his own glass. Why did he have to look at her like that when he said those kinds of words? Her cheeks were warm from more than the booze.

For desert, they shared a decadent marbled brownie/blondie a la mode. He’d had the idea to slide his chair so he was sharing a corner of the table with her, rather than looking across it at her. Purely so they didn’t have to keep sliding the dessert…not so their knees would brush against one another now and then, or so they could feel the heat radiating from one another’s bodies…but actually, exactly for those reasons.

“Last bite is to you, Sy.” She set her fork down, full to bursting.

“Are you kiddin’? My mama’d tan my hide if she knew I took the last bite from my date.”

“You’re being gallant, actually! Rescuing me from a certain belly ache.” She patted her small but slightly rounded tummy. She did like her food, and was no gym rat, after all. He didn't seemed to mind. Yet.

“How 'bout we share the last bite?” He suggested.

“Technically that’s not physically possible. Becau…”

He interrupted what was going to be an intellectual explanation of why no matter how small you cut up a bite, the remaining bit was still technically one bite, and couldn’t be shared.

“No. Shh. I know you’re smart. You got nothin’ to prove here. I’m gonna cut what’s left in half until I get a bite you’re willing to take. Okay?” She nodded.

He only had to take the fork to it twice before she conceded, also letting him feed her, feigning paralysis from the food coma. She held the fork tightly between her lips, making him work to pull it from her mouth. She looked innocent, but she was an intentional little shit.

“You're so cute when you eat.”

“Said no one ever!” She held her hand over her face.

“You are, though. You enjoy the food. Experience it. It’s like you’re…getting a story from it, or something. Like it’s…almost like it’s entertaining you, I don’t know. It’s just…beautiful.” He leaned his elbow onto the table, supporting his head in his hand as he looked at her.

"Well, sometimes I think I like food a little TOO much for my own good." she lamented, reaching for the cabernet only to have it snatched by her date. He uncorked it and dispensed a generous pour for her, and topped off his own glass, killing the bottle.

"No such thing. Like I said about the wine, full bodied is the way to go. Nothin' wrong with a little cushion." he winked at her. She could not resist finishing a rhyme she'd always heard about the desirability of curvy girls…for the pushin,' and hoped the flush in her cheeks from the wine was enough to disguise the deepening color from the current blush she was feeling thinking of Sy…pushin' her cushions…but something tipped him off to her distraction.

"What's on yer mind, sunshine?"

"I'm wondering if you're prepared to carry me on this walk we're planning, actually." It was possible to think more than one thing, after all. "I don't know how I'll ever even walk again."

"Ah, give it fifteen minutes. Finish up your sweet tea, and by the time we're done with our walk, you'll want an ice cream cone."

"Ha, doubtful." But she was ashamed to admit, ice cream already didn't sound bad. Vanilla…maybe pistachio….no, coffee! In a waffle cone…with fudge drizzle…and almonds…maybe she had a problem.

"You ready to go?" he asked.

She nodded. He flagged down Katie and gave her cash, and what one might call a benevolent tip. They left the warm steakhouse, and entered the breezy late summer evening, the humid air seeming thick with promises.

Up Next: Chapter Six-Sensory Integration 2

#netflix sand castle #sand castle #captain syverson #captain syverson fanfic #captain syverson x ofc #henry cavill #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill x ofc

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fredheads · 3 years

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do you have any thots to share about sexually inexperienced fredsythe

i most certainly do...

personally i believe fred knew not a thing about sex before he had it and even if fp wasn’t his first the most he had under his belt (haha) was some quickie hand jobs and blow jobs with other baseball guys and MAYBE a clumsy round of missionary with Hermione depending on the timeline we are going with. and all that he just figured out on his own, stuff like anal beads and fetishes was beyond his realm of understanding. the sex ed he got from school and artie was less than null and anything he learned at church camp was just confusing so baby was really running blind here.

fp probably knew quite a bit more because he grew up in an environment where he heard more things (and also hung out with gladys all the time) but ultimately there was a difference between knowing about things and doing them and idk your thoughts on fps sexual experience as a kid but they were probably largely unsatisfying events, no real passion ever involved so even if fp wasn't confused about how things worked he was confused about what he wanted and all that...

anyway all of this to say!!! when it finally came time for them to do it neither one wanted to scare the other away or do something wrong and maybe they were both internally panicking but they were also very enthusiastic so they pushed through and idk i like to think abt fred getting brave and climbing on top of fp and fp was laying there looking up at him while fred was holding his wrists smiling nervously and fred was panicking inside but he was also determined and in love and long story short they are both smiling at each other and laughing and they are just lil kids ok 😭then i think once they had the first time under their belt fp started showing fred his anal beads and shit 😂idk i just love them

#fredsythe

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Imo I too dislike the qld premier cos I think shes quite arrogant & childish, but I also live by the term “Always give credit where credit is due” & I think her tough border policies have helped in keeping Covid #s low. I’d be curious if your aunt believes same for NSWs Gladys as shes a woman on different side of politics to Ana. I like her more than Ana personally & think shes also done a great job. Also pls stay strong. I also have conspiracy nut FB warrior relos. it sucks but hang in there ☹️

I try to keep my nose out of her political opinions just because I know she’s very passionate and on the opposite of my opinions a LOT of the time lmao. Idk how she feels about Gladys tbh. But she hates Dan Andrews even before the Melbourne lockdown so I’d assume any criticism of Gladys wouldn’t be as vocalised because of her side of politics either way lmao. My mother isn’t Australian so she’s never voted and doesn’t stay up to date with it as much, but she tries to reason with my Aunty on some things like the QLD borders and the good that came from it even though there were a few mishaps. So idk if she listened. I agree with you that what a politician does should outweigh political alignment or previous feelings if what is being done deserves the credit!

& thank u for the support on the FB relatives. It sucks that most people have one or two in the fam 😭

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whorderofthepheonix · 6 years

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Sacredly Scarred: Chapter 20 || Erik Killmonger

A/N: *sighs* may or may not be the last chapter. idk. depends on y'all. Enjoy tho. 200+ if you want the next part (and if it takes forever, Imma take forever to post ch.21 lmfaoooo) PLEASE REBLOG INSTEAD OF COMMENT xx

Words: 2k

Warnings: Swearing, Mild Violence, Vomit Warning, Lil Itty Bitty Angst, Cliff Hanger af

Erik’s POV

I pounded on the apartment door, eager for someone to answer.

“Erik, relax,” Yenai gasped. “You seem... Impatient.”

“Sorry, I just... Really want tea,” I mumbled. The door swung open and I was ready to pounce.

“Yenai! Erik!” 1 greeted. She looked fine... Like no sign of any injury or anything. Just an oversized yellow sweater and some leggings. “We weren’t expecting you.”

“Sorry to just barge in like this but Erik really wanted to join us for tea,” Yenai apologized, “and he insisted we come now.”

“Well tea’s not till 4,” she looked down at her watch. “But by all means, come in and join us for brunch! We’re out on the balcony.”

“Glady,” I pushed past them and onto the balcony. The other twin was out there, nibbling lightly on a piece of toast. She wore an identical outfit to her sister, but with a blue sweater.

“Hi Erik!” She greeted. Yenai and 1 came in soon after. “Yenai too? Are you guys joining us for brunch?”

“Yup,” I said sitting across from her.

“Splendid!” 2 clapped. “Dorota! We need 2 more plates out here please!”

“So, Yenai, I’m sorry I couldn’t talk yesterday,” 1 frowned. “We were at the Marc Jacobs fashion show. They usually confiscate phones but I snuck mine in.”

“Well, it was a good thing you were dealing with fashion because I’m working with Vogue!” Yenai squealed. The twins gasped.

“No!” 2 gasped.

“OMG how?” 1 asked.

“Remember that dress I made with the tribal prints?” They nodded. “Well they saw it and loved it and now they want to add it to the Fall collection!” The 3 of them screamed and held hands.

“Congratulations!” 2 grinned.

“Yeah, we’re totes happy for you!” 1 added.

“Thanks guys!” Yenai laughed as the maid placed plates of bagels and lox in front of us. The moment Yenai saw it, she gulped. “Um... Is this raw?”

“Smoked,” 2 declared. “But very, very lightly. I hate when it’s not chewy.” Yenai started heaving.

“You good baby?” I whispered.

“Um, yeah... It’s just the smell,” she gagged. “And the look... and... I’m just gonna use the restro-” She covered her mouth and ran back into the house.

“Is she okay?” 2 asked.

“Yeah, she just has really bad food poisoning,” I said folding my arms. “So Marc Jacobs, huh? What was that like?”

“Like all the rest,” 1 rolled her eyes. “Been to one, been to them all.” I looked behind me to make sure Yenai wasn’t in ear shot.

“Does Yenai know?” I asked. They looked at each other confused.

“Know what...? About the fashion show? We just told her,” 2 raised an eyebrow.

“Cut the shit!” I hissed. “You know damn well you weren’t at no fuckin’ fashion show last night!” 1 took out her phone and opened her snapchat.

“Look from 7:30 PM until 11:29 PM we were at the fashion show then we went to the after party,” she said. “Am I missing something?”

“Now, I’m confused...” 2 frowned. “Where did you think we were?” Maybe I got it wrong... Maybe it was just a coincidence... But I was sure it was them... I sat back in my chair and look a bite of my bagel.

“Forget it,” I sighed.

“Hey, I LOVE your watch!” 1 gasped. “Rolex Chronograph right? Our dad has the exact same one!”

“Yeah, he’s been collecting since before we were born!” 2 added. “Come, we’ll show you!” They both got up and I followed them through their bedroom and into one of the closest. A giant wall full of watches was right above a smaller case with more watches.

“There are 320,” 1 spoke. “We only take them out to wear as good luck or on Sundays to have Dorota clean them.”

“It is Sunday,” I pointed out.

“Oh fuck! It is!” 2 groaned. “I’ll get Dorota.”

“I’ll go check on Yenai,” 1 said. Then they both left the closet. I looked carefully at each watch. Ther were all accounted for. Well there goes that theory... I looked around the closer which was filled top to bottom with expensive jewelry and clothes. Just as I was about leave, one of the watches in the case caught my eye. I opened the case and picked it up. It looked almost identical to mine, it just had lower case letters instead of uppercase, like most Rolex’s do... I heard footsteps so I scurried to put back the watch, causing me to fumble and drop it on the floor. I bent down to pick it up from under the case, accidentally grabbing something else instead. A brown paper bag. I slowly opened it pulling out a bloodstained shirt and a clown mask. That’s when I heard a clicking sound from behind me and someone clearing their throat. I sighed and raised my hands in surrender, getting up and facing the door. 1 had a rifle pointed to me while 2 had her arms folded across her chest.

“Pardon me sir,” 1 smirked. “You have something that belongs to us. I’d like it back.”

“I fucking knew it,” I laughed. “So you two are the little fuckers who’ve been fucking with my assignments.”

“We haven’t been messing with anything,” 2 pointed out. “We get calls and we go. The same as you.”

“So I’m just supposed to believe that you two, fucking pris and perfect, are assassins?” I laughed.

“You’re damn right!” 1 snapped. “Now give me the fucking watch!” “Fuck no! You gave this to me and I didn’t kill ya ass!”

“You shot my sister!” 1 yelled.

“Twice!” 2 growled. “In the same spot!” “Well, I was letting you go and you threw a knife at me,” I shrugged.

“Enough fucking talking!” 1 hissed. “Hand over the watch. It was my dad’s favorite.”

“Hmm... No. Fuck you,” I dropped my hands.

“I mean it!” She shouted. “Or I’ll-”

“You’ll what?” I walked over to her. “Aside from killin’ niggas I also deal in weapons. You don’t think I know a paintball gun over an actual rifle?” She sucked her teeth and dropped it.

“Fine, whatever. I had to leave our weapons at the warehouse last night to get Ayana to the hospital,” she rolled her eyes. “Just... Please give me back the watch,” she begged. “Despite all the watches on the wall, that was the only one that belong to our dad...”

“Aight, I’ll give you back the watch, under one condition,” I smirked.

“Nigga, we are not having sex with you,” 2 crossed her arms.

“If it means getting the watch back, yes the fuck we are!” 1 glared at her.

“What the fuck? No! That’s not- Never mind,” I groaned. “I’ll give you back the watch if you agree to cut off whatever nigga you workin’ wit and work for me.”

“What?” They asked together.

“You serious?” 1 asked.

“Fuck yeah, I’m serious,” I nodded. “Y’all can fight. Plus we can use y’all for baiting niggas out.”

“He’s actually serious,” 2 gasped.

“How much money you make in a week?”

“I don’t know... 200 maybe 300 grand on a good week,” 1 shrugged.

“I once made 2 mil in one night,” I told them.

“Holy fuck!” 2 exclaimed. “2 million fucking dollars? Alyssa, do we even have to pretend to think about this?”

“Hell no!” 1 laughed extended he hand. “It’s a fucking deal!” I shook her hand and took the watch off my wrist giving it to her.

“We’re in business then,” I smirked. Then Yenai walked in, looking confused and scared.

“Um... What’s going on here?” She asked, warily.

“Nothing,” the three of us said in unison.

“Yeah, okay. I’ll pretend to believe that,” she rolled her eyes. “Girls I’m sorry, but I have really bad food poisoning and I can’t keep anything down. Erik can we go back upstairs?”

“Sure thing, baby girl,” I walked over and kiss her head. “Let’s go.”

***

I’ve had a weird feeling about Yenai since the day we had brunch with the twins. And it wasn’t just from her being sick. Like now, it was day 3 and she was STILL throwing up! She had to call in sick from work, which her boss eagerly gave her. Yenai guessed that she was still embarrassed from dinner the other night. That was the last real conversation me and Yenai had... THREE DAYS AGO! Everything else was all responses and simple questions. And when they weren’t responses or questions, they were bitchy remarks or constant nagging. I came from meeting with the Twins, whose names are apparently Ayana and Alyssa, and walked into the house.

“Baby, you home?” I called out. She walked out of the bathroom.

“Where else would I be, Erik?” She rolled her eyes. I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from replying rudely.

“The twins made you soup,” I offered putting the bowl on the counter. “They said it helps nausea.”

“You were down there again?” She scoffed. “You’ve literally been down to see them everyday since brunch!”

“Is that a problem?” I asked, folding my arms.

“If you previously hadn’t tried to fuck them then no, it wouldn’t be,” she snapped, taking the bowl of soup and throwing it in the trash.

“Yo, the FUCK is ya problem, Yenai?” I shouted as she retreated to the bedroom. I followed her and closed the door.

“My problem Erik, is that instead of staying here and making sure that I’M okay, you’re off galavanting with MY friends!” She shouted back.

“Well maybe I’d want to be around her more if you weren’t being such a bitch to me all the fuckin’ time!”

“Oh word?! I’m a bitch now? Riiiigggghhhhttttt! Copy!” She stormed into the closet and started grabbing her clothes off the hangers. I took a deep breath and leaned against the closet door.

“What are you doing?” I groaned.

“Since I’m such a fuckin’ bitch, there’s no use in me staying, right?” She shrugged, opening a duffle bag and stuffing the clothes in.

“So first of all, ya ass don’t got a place to go, so let’s cut that shit out aight?” I took the duffle from her. “Secondly, you gon just pack a bag and leave every time we get into an argument? You gon be doin’ a lot of packin’ and unpackin’ ma, I’ll tell you that.”

“Fuck you,” she spat pushing past me, going back into the bedroom. I grabbed her wrist. “Get the fuck off me.”

“Nah, you not goin’ nowhere till we deal with this shit, Yenai. I’m not bouta keep quiet everytime you snap at me or yell wit ya stank ass attitude. We gon sit down and talk like fuckin’ adults.”

“I have nothing to say-”

“The fuck you don’t!” I snorted. “You got allat mouth when I try to help you and now you got nothin’ to say. Nah.” I wrapped my arms around her. “Tell me what’s on ya mind, baby girl.”

“Get off me,” she whispered, her voice cracking.

“No. Talk to me,” I insisted. She looked at me with tears in her eyes. “DId I do something wrong?”

“No,” she sniffled, letting tears fall. “You didn’t... I’m sorry I’ve been such a bitch...”

“It’s aight... I’m not bouta force you to tell me what’s wrong, but we can’t keep goin’ like this, Yenai...” I sighed. “When you ready, you gon tell me right?” She shut her eyes and shook her head.

“I can’t! I can’t tell you!” She cried. “I’m scared...”

“Why can’t you tell me? What’s scaring you?” I asked cautiously. She kept shaking her head, sobbing.

“I can’t...”

“Yes, you can.”

“No, I can’t! I can’t! I can’t! I can’t!”

“Yenai-”

“No, Erik! Just stop! Please!”

“Baby, please talk to me-”

“Erik!’ “Why are you so scared?!”

“BECAUSE I THINK I’M PREGNANT, OKAY?!” She screamed. I heart stopped and my blood turned cold. “...I think I’m pregnant and I’m scared...” She whispered. “I’m so fucking scared...”

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thoughts on Riverdale this week? I feel like Veronica's plight ties in so closely to Jughead's goals now, although I'm worried they're going to rob her of that storyline too and also make Jellybean hate her because of her Archie crush.

okay so i didnt have time to watch the episode until today and ….i’m honestly unable to make heads or tails of anything on this show anymore

i’ll start with your points. i have to say i share your concerns about JB. one, i don’t like the casting and this episode did nothing to persuade me otherwise. two, that cringe-worthy line about archie being single made me think that yea, it’s likely JB will be resentful of veronica in the future. in general, i just can’t stand what they’re doing with JB even if the actress is doing her best (she clearly wants to be a rebellious pre-teen, even if the results are mixed). the problem is, she is introduced in an episode that clearly gives fuck-all about the jones family, so she feels like a laughable sketch more than an actual person. gladys does have more gravitas and a natural depth, mostly due to gina gershon’s ability to make dumb dialogue sound meaningful. but she’s still more of an idea than a character and she is there to be a stop on the way.

because nothing is important anymore, except for the dumb gargoyle king.

in other news, i dont think i can keep watching this show.

here’s the thing. yes, jughead and veronica are both determined to stop hiram from enacting his…absolutely ridiculous over-the-top plan. and their paths might hopefully converge in the future, but i…don’t don’t know if that matters anymore?

really, does anything?

this episode was so bad, i couldnt even call it parody

it was around the point where veronica and cheryl were torturing penelope with maple syrup and cheryl quoted (i.e. butchered) silence of the lambs, while penelope licked the syrup seductively from her lips that i decided to just… check out. the cherry on top of this bizarre shit cake came when veronica stormed into her mom’s office moments later, claiming she was pulling a “coup de moi”. by that point i wasn’t even surprised anymore. i could quote at least ten more wtf lines from this episode, including cheryl’s pathetic “my vixens are down, my tee-tee is down” but i won’t bother. i mean there’s camp and then there’s this. when was it decided that riverdale’s appeal was being an over-the-top, teeny-bopper version of fear and loathing in las vegas? when??? every goddamn scene this episode was just a big giant “fuck you” to the audience. you expect a storyline? you expect things to make a little bit sense within this universe? you expect adults to be adults for once in their goddamn lives? fuck you.

at this point, it doesn’t matter whether riverdale is under quarantine. hiram lodge is such a bloated mess of a scenery-chewing villain that whatever he does next will be anticlimactic. ditto for the ‘gargoyle king’ and his mystique. it does not matter. he does not matter. whether it’s a hallucination or something more, the show will keep giving seizures to kids at random and it won’t care that it has jumped the shark several times over. what should have been a fun true-detective murder mystery has swallowed the whole show and turned it into a massive headache.

while we’re at it, the young women on this show walk around pretending to do something but it’s actually…. all hollow and meaningless. betty starts out with some kind of purpose, but like…her investigation leads her back to hiram lodge….and everyone knows hiram is involved. so that’s a dead-end. oh, claudius blossom is also involved? what a shock. veronica and cheryl could’ve gotten that out of penelope so….why did betty have to stay at the asylum? to find out about the drugs? again, everyone on the outside is being drugged too. oh, was it to liberate the rest of the girls? let’s talk about that. these other patients are…just cast into the world….they got no parents, betty has to take care of all of them….and they’re all helpess anyway, cuz quarantine. oh, and ethel is “fixed” now, miraculously.

veronica struts into various meetings like a whistle-blower, claiming every time that she will stop hiram but it….bears no consequence on the plot. ditto for her speakeasy. cheryl just follows her around. the rest of the girls are…somewhere…in a coma…in the hospital…who knows.

archie has escaped to canada, because who wants to be on this show anymore? fred just lets him go…after a really tepid goodbye …because i know i’d do the same if it were my kid. archie’s mom is 502 bad gateway.

so does it even matter what happens to jeronica at this point when the show has decided to fall asleep at the wheel?

idk, i’ll probably only look up their scenes from now on. i dont have the energy to commit to this general dumbfuckery anymore. and trust me, i can take a lot of dumbfuckery, i’ve stuck with many fallen shows throughout the ages, but even my patience knows limits.

#replies #anti riverdale #lol this is a rant but im exhausted with this glitzy mess

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Hmm I was trying to think about after 3.09 if Vanessa or Madelaine filmed with the serpents and I can’t remember 🤔. For 3.13 or 3.14 I remember Vanessa filmed a lot without Madelaine and filmed with drew and Jordan. Maybe Toni leaves the serpents and teams up w/ fangs and sweet pea against jughead and that’s where we explore her backstory and get into her family’s history with the serpents. Idk or maybe they did and this is useless spec

My theory since that 3x15 call sheet leak revealing Gladys taking over the drug trade was that she might be roping some younger Riverdale Serpents into running or dealing drugs for her, and Toni would be getting involved since she filmed with Cami and Gina for 3x14, but Cheryl wouldn’t, given her family’s history of dealing drugs and how that all turned out - and that would be the source of their upcoming drama. But now that it’s possible both Toni and Cheryl might get kicked out of the Serpents tonight, I don’t know. I’m pretty positive that Sweet Pea and Fangs don’t leave, but less so about Choni. As for them filming:

3x10: The Serpents have stuff going on, seemingly involving Penelope and apparently Claudius (I don’t remember seeing him filming, but I’ve seen others mention them filming with him so), but neither Toni nor Cheryl are in that episode at all, so obviously not involved in that plot.

3x11: They didn’t film too much for the noir episode, but what they did film seemed to be Blossom centric, with Penelope and Nana Rose. Lili was with them in their trailers for some of that, so Betty might be involved in some of it too, but she has plenty going on outside of the Serpents, so.

3x12: Mostly seemed to be about them, but they did some stuff with Penelope too - this seems to be the episode that shot of them from the promo is from, of them spying/taking pictures, and I’m pretty sure it’s of Penelope given that picture of the three of them in the same wardrobe that Nat postted. I feel like that’s connected to Betty’s investigation of her, which would suggest they’re at least on good terms with her/working with her. FP was also randomly involved in what I’m assuming was the rescuing Moose from SOQM stuff, and I don’t know why he’d be involved unless Cheryl and Toni went to him for help? Which seems unlikely if they’re not Serpents anymore? I guess Tom might have, but that would feel kind of random, FP of all people? Unless he really is the sheriff like those pictures suggest??

3x13: Mads seemed to be filming with Drew and Jordan while Vanessa was still in LA, and I can’t imagine why Cheryl would film with Sweet Pea and Fangs if not for Serpent stuff? And they’ve never really “hung out”, so I don’t see the three of them spending time together between takes if they weren’t filming together? Mads wasn’t wearing her Serpents jacket during that, but she usually doesn’t wear it between takes so that might not mean anything. Vanessa also came to set the next day, but it wasn’t clear what she filmed or with who.

3x14: Really blended with 3x13, so it’s pretty hard to tell what was for what, to be honest. I know Vanessa filmed stuff with Drew and Cole in the student lounge (I don’t recall if Jordan was seen there or not). Oh and she did film with Drew and Jordan for the last day of filming before break iirc, but could’ve just been hanging out with them? Since they were on set filming stuff with Lili (I’m assuming Cole, and I think KJ) after she wrapped, though not sure who she would’ve filmed with otherwise. She seemed to be wearing a leather jacket on both those days, but not sure if she filmed in it or if it was even her Serpent jacket. She also filmed with Cami and Gina.

3x15: FP’s birthday party, that neither Cheryl or Toni are at. But neither are Sweet Pea or Fangs, so that might not mean anything.

#ask

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alexdontplaynogamez · 4 years

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Washington Check

Hello friends.

Welcome back.

Turns out people actually read this? I thought it was just my mom. Well actually, I’m pretty sure she doesn’t know how Tumblr works.

“Alex but it’s just a website, what do you mean!? You click a link an you’re don”

I know, I know. I don’t have time to explain her relationship with the internet, that’s not what I’m here for. I’m here to say that I finally left New Mexico!

I told everyone I was going to Portland (AND I DID) but I only really spent like a day there?

I ACTUALLY ended up spending the whole time in Washington 😂

TBH I’ve never really spent a lot of time even thinking about Washington. I don’t know if I could have pointed it out on a map for you before this. Don’t blame me, blame the American education system. I knew Seattle existed but not that Washington was the state that contained it? DO YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN?! 😁

Okay I’m done trashing Washington because it’s ACTUALLY a REALLY GREAT PLACE. It is BEEEAAAUUUTIIFFUUULLLL. Ya’ll, Washington, she is gorgeous, she is a QUEEN. 👑

But lets begin.

Pre Trip

I ended up driving up to the DFW to visit my old homies. I drove by my old apartments, the place that I used to work. PTSD much. “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.”

Shout out to my DFW peeps, you know who you are 💓🥰

This backpack would later break me emotionally

Day 1

Here’s a riddle. A flight leaves at 11:00 AM and arrives at 1:00 PM, the flight is 4 hours long. How is this possible?

Actually, not a riddle at all. Time zones.

Left DFW at 11 AM. Got to Portland at 1 PM. That’s it.

“Alex, oh my God, you’re so brave going to random places alone!”

Thank you!

Except that I wasn’t alone. I was with my fam. My brother and his wifey, now also my sissy. If you’re reading this. Hey queens 💓👑

Also, I promise I don’t call everyone “queens” It just stuck in the past month of my life 😂

BACK TO DAY 1

Get there, family reunion/meeting, got some food, first day of camping. Still in Portland.

P.S. I will only be able to shower 3 times in the next 7 days.

Queens in Oregon 👑

Campsite numero uno

Oregon hits different, let me tell y’all

Day 2

After a lot of driving around Oregon we realize. IT’S CLOSED.

“What’s closed?”

OREGON. Oregon is closed.

“It’s closed?”

Yes, Oregon is closed.

“What do you mean Or-”

It’s closed.ON TO SEATTLE!

We stop for some PHO. Then look for our next camping site.

We get to see some places before we leave.

Mt. Hood National Forest in Oregon. Look it up.

Con la sissy

Idk... they were weird

Most places we visited overlooked the Columbia River which separates Oregon and Washington.

Waterfall pics con el brother

“Yo perreo sola” - Bad Bunny

Day 3

STORY TIME.

About a year ago, I had a dream...

JK I’ll make it short 😂

I was supposed to go backpacking a year ago. I didn’t. The end.

Point of the story: IVE REALLY WANTED TO GO BACKPACKING FOR A LITTLE MORE THAN A YEAR NOW.

And here I was. Today is the day. We here.

It takes us about 2 hours to get a permit. We had to drive back down to a town where we could get some of that sweet 4G signal. Getting a permit is not hard but you have to know what you’re gonna do. Like the route you’re gonna take, which campgrounds you’ll be at, which days you’ll be at them. It’s not a crazy ask. But we did not know those things so it was just a little 🥱 YOU KNOW?

Whatever, we do all of that, then it’s time.

Uhm... I realize my pack is heavy. But it’s okay. The campsite we chose was only 4 miles away............

...

WE THOUGHT.

WE REALLY THOUGHT.

4 miles in. We get to a junction with a sign that says that our lake is 4 miles away.

I’m gonna simplify backpacking for a second. It’s walking with a heavy backpack through, at times, difficult terrain.

I think I broke at this point 😂

You see, I was tired at mile 2. I was ready for the great view at mile 4. Now I had to get over this mental hurdle that I had to walk 4 more miles

Ya’ll I’m an anxious person 😂 This did affect me.

AND IT GOT WORST. Turns out the next 4 (ACTUALLY 5) miles was a long winding, UPHILL path.

...

It took like 6 hours? 😭

How we started

How we ended

There was a point. At around 8pm. I was cold, EXHAUSTED, anxiety levels high, blood sugar low. We were stopping every 10 steps at this point. The only thing that gave me comfort was that my sissy is a nurse and my brother is in the army. They’d know how to revive me in the very probable case that I go into shock. Physical and mental shock 😂

Well... the lake was like 100 meters away. I didn’t know this when I was ready to die. Once I saw the lake. I was REVIVED! Only mentally, I was still ACTUALLY extremely physically exhausted. I couldn’t pitch my tent fast enough. Actually I could but I was SOOO tired. I did it as fast as I could with the little energy I had. Blowing up my sleeping pad took so much effort, made me a little dizzy. Quickly ate the delicious warm meal that was handed to me. Didn’t even give myself a camp shower, which I had down every day up to that point. Just put on my base layer, my pants, my jacket, my fluffy socks. DIDN’T EVEN HAVE TIME TO JOURNAL. Relax y’all it’s just a travel log. The traumatic events of the day were just too fresh and raw 😅 I needed some mental space 😂😂😂

But seriously 😥

Ahhh just joking 😂

Or am I? 🙄

You decide.

Flapjack Lakes @ Olympic National Park (AT NIGHT)

😋

Day 4

Slept 11 HOURS.

The days fly by after that traumatic day.

We hiked to a place called the Gladys Divide.

I had heard people say things like “It’s worth the hike” and thought that it was a strange thing to say. And it wasn’t until I saw the views that I really felt it. Ya’ll the views from this place are AMAZING. It’s not even that it’s such a great view. Everything is just SOOOO big. Kind of throws you into a mini existential crises.

Or maybe is was the shock of not having signal for more than 24 hours... Hmmm... Maybe that’s what that was.

I finally bathed... in a lake... does that count?

Did my laundry! Clothes did not dry...

“Gladys Divide 5000 ft”

Views

Selfies

Campground

Campground views (Flapjack Lakes in the DAYLIGHT)

Day 5

9 mile hike back. Tiring. Not as bad as the hike there.

Oh... I had realized on the way there that my shoes were too small. Every step of that 9 miles back was a reminder of that fact 😊

Did almost fall

Squad

Day 6

Another 8 mile hike!

We got to see Lake Serene and the Bridal Veil Falls!

What a difference it makes to not be hauling around a 30lb+ backpack 😁

Bridal Veil Falls

Lake Serene

Day 7

We spent most of this day in Seattle. No hiking this time. It’s kind of the wind down day. Our flights were the next day at 5am after all. Can’t get too wild. Best to be near the airport.

We tried to get matching tattoos!

Didn’t happen.

Decided to get different tattoos!

Didn’t happen either. Well except for David. He went through with it. Sry queen.

LOOK. Here’s what happened. The tattoo I chose turned out to be a well known prison gang tattoo?!?! I came up with an idea all on my own, I researched to see if it had any meaning... It was a PRISON TATTOO.

But I was gonna get it anyway 😂 HOWEVER, turns out tattoo places charge you a minimum of $80+ for anything you want to get. The place we went had a minimum of $100...

Uhhhh... Sir... All I wanted was 3 dots...

Needless to say... it didn’t happen.

We had a good last day. Good food. Good peeps. Good end to the trip :’)

RT if you cry.

THE END

That was it. I never knew how cool Washington was. Definitely deserves some hype. If y’all ever get the chance I would highly recommend! 10/10

Side Note:

Apparently you can pay people to carry your stuff on backpacking trips...

...

Yeah... consider that.

Alex out!

Fam 💖

#washington #olympic national park #olympic #backpacking #camping #gladysdivide

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thelovelybitten · 7 years

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the more you know about my obsession with this show, the more you'll want to watch it I promise.

lolirock is great, shows’ underrated, give it some love, that is all.

SHIPS UNDER THE CUT.

since i’m that person we’re gonna start with the ships i dislike first and then go up from there ok ok

ot3/4/more

iris/talia/auriana/lyna/carissa - who doesn’t think they’re an iconic team that could possibly all date each other in the end one day i mean this would be interesting

brOTP

lyna/carissa - little children may piss the absolute crystals out of each other but they still do love each other. they also work well as a unit and they’re adorable af

iris/talia/auriana - i don’t even know what to write here bc it should be self explanatory i mean it’s not like they’re the main characters of the show or anything *shrugs* plus they all love each other and they are just perfect and precious protect them pls

mephisto/praxina - add another batch to the precious children protection squad bc these two deserve so much better and i want them to just be happy and healthy kids. they are super adorable and funny and I just want everything for them to be amazing and beautiful and sfkjdnkvjdkv THEY DESERVE EVERYTHING.

nathaniel/doug - HOMIES. they are bros for life and no one can deny the fact.

dislike

lev/lyna - someone tell me where this came from i actually need answers. i don’t really see the appeal in this ship bc they literally have never talked like get me evidence and maybe i’ll change my mind

mephisto/lyna - same as above. but with more aggression since Mephisto is bae and Lyna is a smol bean who really doesn’t need a man tbh

don’t mind

doug/auriana - gotta admit, they do make pretty good friends in the show and Doug does seem to have some sort of attraction to her so it’s not so bad. I don’t mind them existing but i do see Auriana with someone else in the end, plus I don’t think Doug could take knowing her princess side; i think he’d explode.

matt/auriana - They had a cute episode but that’s really it. He did really like her and the feelings were mutual, however i don’t see it happening in the end lol

nathaniel/mephisto - crack ship that Gladys loves that i don’t mind bc they do have a cute eerie vibe to them but again, i see them with different people in the end.

mephisto/carissa - This is actually a very interesting dynamic bc Carissa is just done with everyone’s shit 24/7 so i have no idea how he’d handle Carissa being angry all the time. They had a good episode when they worked together ngl, but at the same time they’re both just two different levels of extra that i think it would be a gong show

mephisto/talia - i did ship this at first, but it kinda went away bc of the lack of interaction between them? I don’t know even if they’e ever spoken nicely to each other even/if at all? I do love all the fan art and fan fics tho. those have got me sold.

mephisto/iris - yeah okay they had good moments together but they deserve other people lol i love the idea of this ship tho... maybe i should have rated it higher. maybe.

kyle/talia - canon in show and in my heart but Kyle is pretty much irrelevant for the majority of the show so it’s almost pointless... but they’re still cute.

nathaniel/iris - probably the only person in the fandom who is like this ?? like ok they’re canon and shit but I don’t really enjoy the whole cliche shit that goes on between them sometimes, it’s almost too gross for me to watch aha. I do love the way they support each other and how Nathaniel is always doing what’s best for her, but idk... I wouldn’t mind them though.

OTP

lev/iris - did i make it clear enough on the board ? didn’t think so. I LOVE LOVE LOVE their dynamic in the show. Yeah, okay. Lev was a bitch twice to Iris but he changed because of her AND DIED FOR HER?? like if that’s not love i don’t know what is. I also love the bad boy/good girl concept so bite me. Plus Iris thought he was good looking in Season 1 and you can’t deny that. He also started to have feelings for her in Season two... god bless these kids. I actually love them so much and I want them to grow someday (lolirock season three better give me more footage of lev and tell me he’s not dead or i’ll riot in the streets)

mephisto/auriana - I’m 99.9% sure that Mephisto has a crush on Auriana bc of all the times he’s complimented her and shit. The moments they have together are so CUTE AND I JUST WANT THEM TO GET MARRIED AND LIVE ON VOLTA TOGETHER. Plus I would love all of Auriana’s siblings to absolutely WRECK Mephisto and either love him or hate him for a couple of years yes i’m looking at you, Jodan. Jodan would be so protective of his sister and would cockblock them all the time at family dinners. if it wasn’t him the it would be any of Auriana’s other brothers. Any of Auriana’s sisters would love Mephisto bc he tries so hard to make a good impression on them and they think it’s cute and precious. If these headcanons haven’t made you think yet... you’re missing out on the Auristo train.

praxina/iris - god dammit i have no words. if i had to choose a wife for prax it would be iris bc if you haven’t seen forget you then you haven’t lived. prax is gay. so so so so gay. i don’t think i could emphasize it more. bless the waifus. i know prax wants revenge but reminder they have matching friendship bracelets and they will be a factor in season 3 between them. just fucking saying.

and there you have it? this could change in time but this is how i fell idk i’mma mess

hope this didn’t bore you to death.

#lolirock #ship meme #auristo #leviris #praxiris #blep

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betsybugaboo · 7 years

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I was tagged by @liv-andletdie Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people

I’m not gonna hit 20 but here you go:

@missc3r3alkiller, @trashyshadow, @disease-danger-darkness-silence, @killerqueenrara, @violabeatriceophelia, @aproperkatie, @ohnothatweirdo, @haraversian

THE LAST: 1. Drink: Root Beer

2. Phone call: painfully awkward

3. Text message: to my mom about my future roommate (the sixth one!) switching out of the room

4. Song you listened to: Midnight Train to Georgia by Gladys Knight and the Pips or the fourth ED from Yu Yu Hakusho, I can’t remember

5. Time you cried: this morning because I tried imitation crab and the texture was b a d

HAVE YOU: 6. Dated someone twice: Is this like going on two consecutive dates or two nonconsecutive dates like in some sitcom? Either way no.

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: yes

8. Been cheated on: Nope

9. Lost someone special: no one I knew personally but I cried a lot when Pterry and Carrie Fisher died

10. Been depressed : That’s my secret. I’m always depressed.

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: Nope.

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: 12-14: Teal, pink, and green IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. Made new friends: I’d like to think I have

16. Fallen out of love: You have to be in love to fall out of it.

17. Laughed until you cried: no

18. Found out someone was talking about you: ~_~ Probably can’t remember

19. Met someone who changed you : not really

20. Found out who your friends are: I already knew

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: nope

GENERAL: 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: I only accept friend requests from people I know irl

23. Do you have any pets: Enzo, a Lhasa Apso-Poodle mix

24. Do you want to change your name: I want to add Andrew as a second first name so it’s be Ellen Andrew.

25. What did you do for your last Birthday: Not much

26. What time did you wake up: 8:45

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: working on a JJBA AMV with new software that has lag issues

28. Name something you can’t wait for: New JoJolion chapter, JJBA movie, going to college, death

29. When was the last time you saw your mom: A few hours ago

30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: if the GOP could all die and my parents could be good people that would be great

31. What are you listening to right now: A British dude review a knockoff kindle

32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: my brother’s friend’s dad is named Tom. He’s a chiropractor and for a long time had this hideous beard like the guys on Duck Dynasty

33. Something that is getting on your nerves: in movies or tv where people find/investigate crime scenes but do it incredibly wrong

34. Most visited website: tumblr and Ao3

35. Mole/s: I have one on the left side of my face, two by my mouth, and a bunch on my arms

36. Mark/s: I’ve got a birthmark that’s faded a lot that used to look like a scorpion and a faded scar on my right ring finger from a game of spoons

37. Childhood dream: to be a forensic investigator

38. Hair color: currently faded purple-pinkish, the natural color is a dark brown

39. Long or short hair: short but needs a trim

40. Do you have a crush on someone: not recently

41. What do you like about yourself: I’m smart and read a lot

42. Piercings: I used to have pierced ears but earrings made me uncomfortable enough that I stopped using them enough to let the holes heal. I might get more piercings in the future, who knows

43. Blood type: shrugs idk

44. Nickname: Ellen (Tayler is the only one who knows I’m queer who’s allowed to use this rather than Ellen Andrew), Betsy, Bugaboo (three guesses where my username came from)

45. Relationship status: none

46. Zodiac: Aries

47. Pronouns: Ze/zer, they/them, or xe/xem

48. Favorite TV Show(s): I don’t watch a lot of TV but I do love CSI and Pushing Daisies

49. Tattoos: None, but I want to get a star on my shoulder and maybe either an anchor or an ouroborous on my hip

50. Right or left hand: Right-handed

51. Surgery: tonsillectomy in fourth grade

52. Hair dyed in different color: (In Order) It starts out a deep purple, then fades to a pink

53. Sports: I suck at all of them except floor hockey

55. Vacation: I love going to Fallen Leaf Lake in California, I’d also love to go back to Ottawa

56. Shoes: converse MORE GENERAL: 57. Eating: nothing but I’d love some pizza

58. Drinking: nothing

59. I’m about to: listen to the Jojo’s World podcast

61. Waiting for: one of the eight million places I’ve applied to to contact me ffs

62. Want: A JOB

63. Get married: probably not, maybe for tax purposes

64. Career: Forensic Science!

WHICH IS BETTER 65. Hugs or kisses: hugs hands down

66. Lips or eyes: eyes

67. Shorter or taller: Honestly probably shorter but I don’t care that much

68. Older or younger: within a year of my age

70. Nice arms or nice stomach: Arms

71. Sensitive or loud: sensitive I’m already the loud one

72. Hook up or relationship: relationship

73. Troublemaker or hesitant: ... depends HAVE YOU EVER: 74. Kissed a Stranger: no

75. Drank hard liquor: no

76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: no

77. Turned someone down: yeah

78. Sex on the first date: no

79. Broken someone’s heart: probably not

80. Had your heart broken: yeah

81. Been arrested: no though I’ve done stuff that I could get arrested for

82. Cried when someone died: Yes

83. Fallen for a friend: yeah DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 84. Yourself: lol no

85. Miracles: maybe

86. Love at first sight: sounds fake but okay

87. Santa Claus: no

88. Kiss on the first date: probs not though it’d depend

OTHER: 90. Current best friend name: Tay Tay (@missc3r3alkiller)

91. Eye color: dark brown

92. Favorite movie: uhhhhh Here’s a top 10, not in any particular order:

Meet the Robinsons

Le Retour de Martin Guerre

The Star Wars OT, the new trilogy, Rogue One, and the Ewok Chronicles

Close Encounters of the Third Kind

Les Miserables (1995)

Adolescence of Utena

Emperor’s New Groove

Spirited Away

The Goonies

Psycho

#me

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master-thief-gray-shadow · 7 years

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1-154 Answer everything you pussy

Fuck.

Name: Not telling.

Age: 20 going on 21

3 Fears: Dying young, being a general failure of a person, spiders

3 things I love: My cat, peanut butter, literally everything in Las Vegas

4 turns on: Futanari, femdom, girls with abs, animal ears/tails

4 turns off: Scat, vomit, ugly faceless guys, mindbreak

My best friend: My cat my right hand my buddy Adam, who I’ve known since first grade

Sexual orientation: Gay

My best first date: Haven’t had one ahaha

How tall am I: 5′2″

What do I miss: The blissful lack of awareness of how fucked up the world really is

What time were I born: Around 10 PM, I think

Favourite color: Silver

Do I have a crush: Yes, several

Favourite quote: “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU MOTHERFUKERS!”

Favourite place: My room, probably

Favourite food: Roast beef sandwiches

Do I use sarcasm? Noooooo, I neeeever use sarcasm

What am I listening to right now? My brother watching YGOTAS in the next room

First thing I notice in new person: Hair, probably

Shoe size: Men’s 7

Eye color: Blue

Hair color: Brown

Favourite style of clothing: Loose and casual

Ever done a prank call?: Nah

Meaning behind my URL: Gray Shadow has been a handle I’ve had since middle school and I’ve never had the heart to change it. The Gray part comes from my name and the Shadow part is just adolescent edginess. The Master Thief part only came about when I found that Gray Shadow was taken.

Favourite movie: Star Wars

Favourite song: Either Cutie Panther or Anemone Heart

Favourite band: μ’s

How I feel right now: Kinda tired

Someone I love: My brother, honestly

My current relationship status: SIngle

My relationship with my parents: Pretty good, actually

Favourite holiday: Halloween

Tattoos and piercing i have: None

Tattoos and piercing i want: Some simple rings in my ears, and then maybe some tattoos of cats or dragons or something

The reason I joined Tumblr: Memes

Do I and my last ex hate each other? No because I don’t have one

Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? Sometimes

Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? No

When did I last hold hands? God, I don’t remember

How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? 10 minutes

Have You shaved your legs in the past three days? No

Where am I right now? On my bed

If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? Not sure, but preferably a family member

Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? Reasonable

Do I live with my Mom and Dad? Yes

Am I excited for anything? My birthday which is coming up next month

Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? My dad

How often do I wear a fake smile? Never. I smile for real or not at all.

When was the last time I hugged someone? Two days ago

What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? I would be happy for him because the kiss was an accident and my feelings for him are platonic

Is there anyone I trust even though I should not? I think there are more people I don’t trust even though I should

What is something I disliked about today? The fact that my internet was shitting itself during Nintendo’s E3 conference

If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? Daisy Ridley

What do I think about most? Food, probably

What’s my strangest talent? I can put my legs behind my head like a pretzel

Do I have any strange phobias? Not really

Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? Behind

What was the last lie I told? “No, I can’t work on Thursday”

Do I perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online? Video chatting

Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? I’m not sure about ghosts, but I definitely believe in aliens

Do I believe in magic? I wish I could, but I don’t

Do I believe in luck? Not particularly but I am mildly superstitious

What’s the weather like right now? Warm and clear

What was the last book I’ve read? Zeus Grants Stupid Wishes

Do I like the smell of gasoline? A little

Do I have any nicknames? Sometimes people call me G, and at least one person just calls me Gay

What was the worst injury I’ve ever had? Someone once accidentally cut open my hand with some scissors. Fifteen years later I still have the scar.

Do I spend money or save it? Save

Can I touch my nose with a tounge? Yes

Is there anything pink in 10 feets from me? Yes, candy

Favourite animal? Cats

What was I doing last night at 12 AM? Getting ready to go to bed

What do I think is Satan’s last name is? I dunno. McDevildude?

What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? Intensive Care Unit by Renard Queenston. It’s a song I associate with a simpler time in my life.

How can you win my heart? By putting up with my shitty, difficult personality

What would I want to be written on my tombstone? “Wait, I’m not done yet!”

What is my favorite word? Unfuck

My top 5 blogs on tumblr: I don’t think I have a top five, but my favorite blog, content-wise, is probably k64corruptions

If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? Stop being dicks to each other

Do I have any relatives in jail? Not that I know of

I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? Illusions, probably

What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? Are you a good friend?

What is my current desktop picture? μ’s in suits

Had sex? …

Bought condoms? No

Gotten pregnant? Hell no

Failed a class? No, but I’ve come close

Kissed a boy? Yes

Kissed a girl? No

Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? No

Had job? Yes

Left the house without my wallet? A few times, back when I first started carrying one around

Bullied someone on the internet? No

Had sex in public? No

Played on a sports team? No

Smoked weed? No

Did drugs? No

Smoked cigarettes? No

Drank alcohol? YES

Am I a vegetarian/vegan? No

Been overweight? No, but I’ve come close

Been underweight? No, but again, almost

Been to a wedding? Yes

Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? Yes

Watched TV for 5 hours straight? Yes

Been outside my home country? Yes

Gotten my heart broken? No

Been to a professional sports game? Yes

Broken a bone? No

Cut myself? No

Been to prom? No

Been in airplane? Yes

Fly by helicopter? No

What concerts have I been to? I don’t go to concerts

Had a crush on someone of the same sex? I’m gay. What do you think the answer is?

Learned another language? No, but I want to

Wore make up? No

Lost my virginity before I was 18? No

Had oral sex? No

Dyed my hair? No

Voted in a presidential election? Yes

Rode in an ambulance? Yes

Had a surgery? No

Met someone famous? Yes, Micheal Shannon

Stalked someone on a social network? No

Peed outside? Yes

Been fishing? No

Helped with charity? No

Been rejected by a crush? No because I don’t confess to my crushes

Broken a mirror? Yes

What do I want for birthday? A Nintendo Switch, a brewing kit, and a bottle of expensive liquor

How many kids do I want and what will be their names? Ew I don’t want kids

Was I named after anyone? No, but I was almost named after my grandma Gladys. Almost makes me like the name I was given.

Do I like my handwriting? It’s legible and that’s what matters

What was my favourite toy as a child? A stuffed bear named Baby

Favourite Tv Show? Probably something on Travel Channel IDK

Where do I want to live when older? Somewhere up north. Or California.

Play any musical instrument? I used to play piano

One of my scars, how did I get it? I have a bunch of scars on my chest from when the family cat scratched me up when I was little

Favourite pizza toping? Bacon

Am I afraid of the dark? Only when it’s pitch black

Am I afraid of heights? They make me nervous but I wouldn’t say I’m afraid

Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? Yes

Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? Yes

What I’m really bad at: Getting things done

What my greatest achievments are: Winning a relay at camp once

The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me: I don’t know, I’ve probably repressed it

What I’d do if I won in a lottery: Move into an apartment in a big city somewhere and buy a bunch of fancy electronic gadgets

What do I like about myself: Not much, honestly

My closest Tumblr friend: Either @nui-the-super-lesbian or @imgayandasinner

Something I fantasise about: Being successful and having a romantic partner who puts up with me

Any question you’d like? Fuck you what other things could you possibly want to know about me?

#ask

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