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Garden of Eden, Heidi Mount, by Mert & Marcus. 2008
#mert & marcus#Heidi Mount#garden of eden#so cute#Scintillatingly beautiful#lovely breasts#charming goddess#seductive women#sexy chick#naughty model#dream girl#so hot and sexy#sexy content
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Heidi Mount @ Christian Dior Haute Couture F/W 2008-09, Paris
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The Friendship between:
Saiwa and Vlad
Like Vlad and Jack, Saiwa and Vlad met at the Space (Balls) Bar & Grill & 'Residence'.
They have a very solid friendship and respect each other. Usually one of them is reasonable and able to talk the other into doing the right thing or out of making wrong decisions and usually the other listens.
Saiwa is a reluctant leader (no one except himself ever questioned his abilities to lead them, neither the Boys themselves nor the Resistance) and often questions his position in the group and it's a burden for him. He's glad that he can ask Vlad (and Kiyoshi) for advice.
And he also thinks that Vlad would be a better leader (also no one else shares this opinion lol and Vlad would be shocked if he knew about this. He has more than enough problems, is an introvert and prefers quiet activities like painting and writing over herding a bunch of weirdos out of control ö.Ö')
More about this (and more ^^') here (under the cut) and here (also under the cut).
Aside of all their hardships, they also are a very handsome pairing (=the visuals of the group ;)
(Romance Level: Below Zero)
At Mount Komorebi
In our Heidi Special
I love the way they look at each other.
And a very funny one!
That was when we made the Simtimates Collection Special at the end of the Sabotage Chapter:
Sai joked about what if Ms Coombes, their teacher (Vlad is her favourite) ever sees these pics hahaha.
(And a few weeks later she said she really saw them! omg ^^')
And that was at the 6 month anniversary of our story ^w^
Hissing and growling with the yeti :3
And in the Jungle of Selvadorada
After Vlad died, it had been Saiwa who refused accepting it and kept on investigating. He even dragged Jeb to DEATH's Domain to find out what happened to him.
And that was when Saiwa and the Gang Doctor 'encouraged' Vlad to tighten the Bond with Ji Ho :3
(Ah I really enjoy doing this series, we had so much fun! And it keeps me busy and from worrying until I have my new computer and if everything goes well ^^')
And no one ever found out which song it was...
The only fights they had (and I remember) were before Ji Ho and Vlad tightened the bond.
This was at the beginning when Vlad wanted to avoid Ji Ho:
And this was when Giga/Saiwa had sent Ji Ho to Vlad's room to take a bath and Vlad was upset because he feared to lose control ^^'
(It had been Saiwa who dragged Ji Ho to the Space Bar and Saiwa was the first who predicted their epic love story at the first they they'd met)
Oh and the epic fight they had that faithful day when Vlad decided to bond with Morgan to spare Ji Ho from doing Bond Magic...
Sai and Jack had been so mad at Vlad, they didn't speak with him for months ö.Ö' (this stupid action also lead to the Boys' separation and a few weeks later they swore to not have any secrets from each other to avoid further harm).
This is one of the few things they'll never agree on I fear. Saiwa wants to use their Bond magic for doing good and Vlad wants to spare Ji Ho from doing it.
Their Friendships (in chronological order):
Giga/Saiwa and Jack
Vlad and Jack (updated)
Giga/Saiwa and Vlad
Vlad and Sai at Tartosa
Vlad and Sai dancing together in our Goth Special
In chronological order:
🫛 Saiwa and Jack
🫛 Vlad and Jack
🫛 Saiwa and Vlad
🫛 Kiyoshi and Jeb
🫛 Saiwa and Ji Ho
🫛 Ji Ho and Jack
🫛 Ji Ho and Jeb
🫛 Ji Ho and Kiyoshi
🫛 Vlad and Kiyoshi
🫛 Vlad and Jeb
🫛 Saiwa and Kiyoshi
🫛 Jack and Jeb
❤️🔥 Ji Ho and Vlad (and Luci)
❤️🔥 Saiwa and Jeb
❤️🔥 Jack and Kiyoshi
❤️🔥 Noxee and Greg
❤️🔥 Leander and Wesley (and Vlad)
❤️🔥 Francine Spencer (Jeb's Grandmother) and Jules Rico
From the Beginning ~ Underwater Love ~ Latest
🕹️ 'Therapy Game' from the beginning ▶️ here
📚 Previous Chapters:
Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 17-22 ~ 23-28
#The Boys Friendships#Saiwa and Jack#underwater love#sims 4 story#sims 4#simblr#ts4#giga byte#saiwa#jack callahan#sims 4 vanilla#oc#ocs#my ocs#original character
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So I had been obsessed with Greek Mythology in like forever and my brain immediately went to this ridiculous Godly!Victors AU, some of them made so much sense then I kind of got...this
For the ones who doesn't know anything about mythology in detail or at all, I tried to summarise as blunt and vibe-y oriented as I could. Enjoy my brainchild
(All the Victors mentioned in this chaos belongs to @lorata)
Callista: Fun fact, she is the reason all of this au started. At first I thought of Aphrodite because, you know, Goddess of Love and Lust and Beauty who also has quite a vindictive nature in some of the myths. But then I realised Dionysus kind of suited her more; God of Wine, Theatre and Madness. He borned twice, turned men into dolphins and also had an insane cult...and I thought, you know what, Calli would absolutely rock as him--like, she parties with you hard but then you slightly, slightly get on her nerves and she reminds you why she is the embodiment of lunacy with one sharp gaze.
Nero: Hephaestus. Had a rough childhood -got thrown out of a window (by?? Well, in some myths Hera, some myths Zeus and sometimes both, you make up your mind) from Mount Olympus-, and is a blacksmith who likes to create things with his own hands, finding it soothing. He does not socialise much, kind of like the Eeyore of the immortals which I juxtaposed with Nero.
Emory: Low aggression, cares about the people, family, is really kind and understanding. She'd be excellent as Hestia. Hestia is the Goddess of Hearth and Home, who also is regarded as one of the kindest and most compassionate amongst all gods but she is also the first child of Rhea and Kronos; the first one who got eaten by her own father because of sheer prophecy, so she is fiercely protective as well. She also is really considerate; Hestia gave her throne to Dionysus -making him the newest and 12th Olympian- in order to prevent the potential war in her siblings.
Artemisia: Another fun albeit useless fact; I misread her name as Artemis, who is Goddess of the Hunt and Virginity when I first started reading wmbk--and it still is with me to this day. Let's leave the laughs aside, i think she'd be great as either Até: Goddess of Mischief and Reckless Impulse or as Hermes: God of Thieves, Travel and also Mischief as well. They are both her vibe to be honest and I love that for her.
Brutus: Persephone. Listen. I know this is unhinged but let me explain. She likes nature (Goddess of Spring, so obviously) but also had been abducted by Hades ->re: bb Brutus, who has a loving home -kind of like Demeter's, Persephone's mother, garden where she grew up safe and sound- going to Centre -Persephone going to Underworld, Hades' domain- and even though he turned out a Victor, he still has his mother's, Heidi's love -Persephone visits Demeter for six months, and stays with Hades six months, results in creating seasons. It's the vibes honestly. And we deserve Brutus covered up in flowers and be happy so how could I resist.
Adessa: Athena. I think this is self explanatory enough -someone needs to be the representative genius-, but also consider this: apart from being the Goddess of Wisdom, Athena is also Goddess of Warfare and Heroic Endeavor. She represents the intellectual and civilised side of the war but also is highly hot tempered even though she shows it by quiet but permanent action rather than showering people with emotions. (re: Athena turning Arachne into a spider and Adessa killing Nero's cougars after over 30 years of planning)
Ronan: Being the First Career Victor Ever™, he obviously was the hot topic back in the day; so Nike, who is the Goddess of Victory would be appropriate for him. But then I switched it to Ares, who is God of War and Courage would be better because: 1. There is a high chance of bb Ronan witnessing the war between the districts and Capitol, 2. Ares' sacred animal is a dog--so yeah, figures.
Lyme: This is as unhinged as Brutus' Persephone but...perhaps it's even more so; I think she would be Aphrodite, who, as I mentioned with Callista, is the Goddess of Love, Beauty and Lust (the third one is unrelated to Lyme but well). At first I was like; yeah, she'd be a war goddess probably, not that deep, then I went --oh, Aphrodite is Goddess of War as well then it just clicked. So my theory with Aphrodite, as in the most modern retellings of myths I see, she changes her appearance to people's ideal vision of beauty--which is pretty diverse (quick headcanon: in this au the first person who saw Lyme's true appearance, which is her canon look, is Nero--he cherishes his girl and says that he thinks the most beautiful thing is one being themselves) and Love because even though she went through an abusive household to the murder academy, she still loves in her own way, like people do. (re: Mentor Lyme with Misha, Claudius and Sloane)
Odin is not here because he is the Odin in the Norse mythology which I think was intentional.
So this means Hera as Hera and Iris as Iris because why not
So these are the main ones I have clear thoughts on, though I might add even more in the future or even write a few thousand words about this whole au because it intrigues me a lot.
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Working Class Women
Finally got Judy, Hailey, Layla, and Aubrey in their uniforms done. :3 Read more for their job descriptions. ;3
I mean, they got to bring in money somehow. XD
Judy herself owns and runs a local butcher shop called "Bare Bones Butchery". A meat shop where you can watch her prepare extremely fresh meat right there on the counter. Much of her inventory is sent in from packing plants and slaughterhouses, but Judy's shop offers a unique quirk other meat shops don't. Judy proudly displays the freshest hunts on the west coast, not only in the forms of mounts on the walls but as game she hunts herself. Her special hunts include big game like elk, deer, wild pig, turkey, and even black bears if you're feeling a more adventitious palette.
She also offers small game like pheasants, quail, waterfowl like ducks and geese, doves, squirrel and rabbits. If it's legal to hunt, Judy will sell the meat to you and she'll tell you all the best ways to prepare it.
Hailey is the oldest triplet if you wanna get technical. Most of her time is actually spent babysitting her baby sister Heidi, but when school starts and/or one of her sisters watch Heidi, Hailey is right there in the butcher shop working for her mother. Hailey is Judy's mini her. The most responsible and business minded.
Layla is the middle triplet in age and also in personality. She's always towing the line between being more reasonable like Hailey and being the trouble maker like Aubrey. As an occupation, Layla runs the counter of the town candy shop and ice cream parlor called "Sunset Sweets". A must stop spot for children and tourists that sells all kinds of candy, chocolate, homemade fudge, ice cream, and soda.
Lastly we got Aubrey, the youngest triplet. While everyone is close, Aubrey and Layla are the 'troublesome twins' as they often get into mischief together. Aubrey works as a mechanic at a local car shop called Randy's Automotive Repair. She's got the skillset to work on any vehicle or bike no matter the problem.
Close ups!
#the lost boys#my art#fan character#orignal character#character design#the blood sucking brady bunch
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Happy Burns Night 🏴🥃🎻🪈🦔
I'm going to republish my 5 chapter Bern's Night story following this post that I started as an explainer, but it turned into something more.
I wrote this part of the Crown Jewels CtM AU series a few years ago, partly as a tribute to my dad who shared a birthday with Robbie Burns (Scotland's greatest poet). We celebrated every year to different degrees, sometimes as part of an official Burns society dinner in Scotland or the North East of England. Or at home (I can cook a mean Burns Supper).
For anyone who has lost someone close to them and feels stuck in the grieving process, just give it time. It's not a race or a competition or something you have to achieve, or a test you must pass or anyone else's business.
My wee glimmer of hope I wanted to share today is this; I've gone from on anniversaries remembering the last of everything, as in the last birthday, the last Christmas, last time I watched this show, last time Sunderland won... to remembering the best of everything. The best birthdays.... because often the last was far from the best.
Previously, that would bug me. I wanted the last to be the best, because in a perfect world, it should be. I think the media believes this too. We are often overwhelmed with stories about Bucket Lists and Making Memories when someone has a terminal diagnosis and although a lot of these stories are inspiring; they put a lot of pressure on loved ones. Not only to care for their beloved, but to make their last days as special and magical as possible.
A great aspiration, but the reality is caring for someone is probably the most difficult thing a person will ever be asked to do. End of life can be ugly, cruel and dehumanising, as well as something that can be managed well, beautiful and empowering.
Unfortunately, the balance of these differing experiences often comes down to how much money someone has and what they can afford to pay to access often scant services. Whether that's paying for private nursing care outside state provision or insurance cover or being placed on a waiting list, that is much longer than the days you have left to be applicable for it. (That's after managing to fit in all the form filling and constant phonecalls you really don't have time for to get on the pointless list)
You may not have been Flo Nightingale or even Phyllis Crane, but you did your best for your loved one. There is no question about that, whatever the circumstance, because you didn't create the circumstance.
You may have regrets or would have chosen to do a few things differently, but with the resources, knowledge and skills you had available to you at the time, you did your best, because we always do for those we love.
Disclaimer: The story has a lot more laughs than this post and not compulsory reading.
BTW: if you aren't familiar with the Crown Jewels CtM AU, no prior knowledge is required. It's very simple, like its author. He's a pub landlord, she's a barmaid/carer, the Noakeses are the police, Mount Busby is an alpaca farm, Cynthia and Angela are cars and everyone is the wrong age. See very straight forward. It’s also set in a village in the North-East of England, an oversight I think by both Jennifer Worth and Heidi Thomas when writing the original. But, no hard feelings.
#al going off on a tangent again#hopefully someone finds it helpful#apologies for emojis best i could do#dealing with grief#call the midwife#bern’s night
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New Romantics (Part VI)
Carlos Sainz x OC x Mason Mount
Warnings: loads of angst, jealousy and fights, but of course fluff
Chapter 7
Fast Forward to Monaco GP
Mason’s POV
I usually hate such glorious and flashing cities but I’ll admit that Monaco has been breathtaking. A few months before me and a few of the other England boys, decided to attend the Monaco GP, since we’ve all got friends who work in the industry.
Ever since we came back from Imola, Quinn has been acting not like herself. I miss her radiant smile and innocent jokes. She doesn’t attend all the games like she used to and I feel the emptiness taking over me as I see that her seat is empty at the Chelsea box.
She had put the fakest smile on her face when we went out on our first date. Nothing has been official between us. She didn’t want to turn me down and cancel the date. I truly didn’t want to force her into anything.
A few days after the Grand Prix, we were at her house watching a movie, when suddenly at 1 am, her phone started blowing up. Texts, calls, voice messages. Everything. Quinn ignored everything. Before she left to go to the bathroom, she asked me to type a message to the person calling her.
“Tell him that he’s dead to me”
I pick up her phone worryingly, only to realize that it was Carlos who was buzzing her phone. What could he possibly want?
I look through all the messages he’s send her and my heart sinks. My heart keeps on telling me to stop reading but my brain says otherwise.
Sainz: I miss you close to me
Wanna come at the next GP? I can assure you we will have fun!
I want you to be mine
Dump your little footballer and be with me
I can make you happy in ways he can’t even imagine
I wanna taste you. I can’t help thinking he may be touching you right now
Please call me baby
I was physically unable to type the text she wanted me to. Why was Carlos sending her all these messages? What has happened?
When Quinn came back to the room, she grabbed the phone from my hands and typed a new message to Carlos
Quinn: Please never contact me again and don’t ask my brother about me. Forget me!
Her face was emotionless, only a few faint tears rolling down, which made me immediately take her inside my embrace and hold her tight. She started crying harder than beforehand, so I decided to stay with her for the night. Hold her hand until she finally felt safe.
Fast Forward to today, I asked Quinn if she wanted to come with me and the Grand Prix. I told her that we will be around the Red Bull garage and not near anywhere that she wouldn’t want to be. I promised to her that I wouldn’t leave her side even for a second. If she felt uncomfortable at anytime, we would leave.
“If this means spending more time with you, then yes, I’d love to come along” was Quinn’s reply, which made me even more excited than I already was for this trip.
Now, the sun has risen in Monaco and i slightly open the curtain, trying not to wake Quinn up. It’s been days since I’ve seen her be so peaceful. She’s asked me to stay over a few nights and I always do.
I’m scared as to what Carlos may had said to her that day in Imola. It slipped out of Heidi’s mouth that she wasn’t in the bathroom and in fact, she went to console him after his crash with Daniel.
After she came back, she wanted us to leave the minute the race ended. She didn’t utter a word for two hours, until I heard her cry in the bathroom. She wouldn’t tell me what happened so I didn’t pressure her any further.
Before I was able to open the balcony door, I heard a loud groan coming from her side of the bed.
“Masey!” Her voice was so soft that I immediately rushed to her side.
“Good morning Quinny” I replied to her as she threw her arms up and pulled me for a hug
“Did I bother you too much last night? Do you maybe want me to sleep in the couch? I don’t mind, I do it all the time at home”
“What? No you didn’t! In fact, I should be asking you if I was the one who bothered you? I couldn’t really sleep last night and was turning around the whole time”
If I could, I would be beside her in the same room, on the same bed hugging her for the rest of my life.
“Can I-um-ask you a question?” I say trying to get the words to come out of my throat
“Uh oh. What’s wrong? Did I do anything?” The smiley look on her face disappeared instantly
“What has happened between you and Carlos? You can tell me only if you want. If you don’t, that’s more than alright. I just hate seeing you being in a bad mood and you haven’t really been yourself since we got back from Italy. Did he do something to you?” Now I’m anxious for the reply I’m about to receive
“I used to like Carlos, when he first became my brother’s teammate. Lando was always against me dating Carlos and I didn’t think it was a good idea either. At the end of the 2019 season, McLaren threw a massive party. Lando invited me as his plus one. Carlos at the time had broken up with his girlfriend. After a few drinks, my brother had dozed off back at the hotel and I was still with Carlos. We started getting a little flirty with each other until we were making out on the couch. I thought finally something may happen between me and him, but things got even worse. He told me it shouldn’t have happened and that I should have stopped him. He blamed me for the whole thing. When after 3 months it was announced that he would leave for Ferrari, he came up on my door drunk, trying to convince me to talk to Lando, because he was angry at him. Then, he started apologizing to me too and afterwards he started kissing me but I stopped him. I didn’t want this to be my last goodbye to him. After that night, I stopped going at my brother’s races, I only attend Silverstone and I’m sitting at the grandstand to not be seen by anyone”
I was shocked by Quinn’s statement. She had to stop seeing her brother for the sake of not bumping into a guy that she liked but made her feel uncomfortable. She is the sweetest woman on earth. Why would anyone think of saying and doing such horrendous things to her?
“I swear to you that I will never put you in that position. I am so sorry for forcing you into saying this Quinn. I feel really bad now. I shouldn't have asked you that question” I lower my head as I reach for her hands.
Quinn places my arms around her waist and hers around mine, tying us into a loving hug. She could probably hear my heart beating extremely fast. She is one of the few people who see the real version of myself.
“I sometimes wish my brother had picked up football instead of racing. This part of his life will keep on haunting me.” She whispers, with her face buried on the crock of my neck
“It doesn’t have to haunt you. I won’t let it take over you. We will go through this together” I try to comfort her as much as I can. I feel like I shouldn’t had brought her here. There’s too much of a possibility that we will bump into Carlos.
“If you want to leave this place, I will take you wherever else your heart desires. Name the place and we’ll hop on a plane” I pulled her face closer to mind, my breath hitting her lips, inches apart.
“As long as I’m with you, the place isn’t a problem to me. What did I do to have you in my life Mase? I don’t deserve you” Quinn’s words drive me crazy. I don’t hold back and I connect our lips together with a hungry kiss. She doesn’t back off and immediately opens up, as my tongue is being swiped above her lower lip.
Her hands are attached to the back of my neck, whilst mine are placed a few inches under her thighs. We don’t let each other go or even take a breath. I can feel all her tension being released and finally she lets go.
Suddenly, my phone starts clinging and I very much regret not having silenced it.
We break apart from the kiss and Quinn hands me the phone, still ringing.
“It’s Foden” she exclaims and I start to panic as I remember that I was supposed to meet him.
“Yeah yeah, just gimme 15 minutes mate. Overslept.” I hung up and I turn to Quinn who was at the bathroom trying to get ready as fast as she can.
“Mase, you should go. I will come and find you. I know where the Red Bull station is. If I get lost, I’ll just call my brother or Daniel” she says in a rushed tone
“No way I’m leaving you alone in Monaco. The place is a shithouse. You could get lost! Not risking it” I raise my voice at her, not because im angry, just because I’m scared to go without her.
“You know it’s not my first time at Monaco? I know my way around. Plus, I could also call Charlotte. She’s Charles’s girlfriend and lives here”
I just want to guard her and not leave her unattended. I need to reassure she won’t bump into Carlos.
“Are you sure? I’m gonna blow up your phone if you don’t reply to a text or a call in a minute!”
“Yes! Just go. I will come find you immediately. Don’t worry. I will be more than alright.” She reassures me by leaving a small kiss on my cheek.
“Fine. Please be careful. If you need me anything just-“ she cuts me off before I could continue my phrase by shoving her hands in my shorts, playing with the lace of my boxers
“If you don’t leave, I will be the one to keep you here. And I don’t place nice, Mount”
I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to hide how turned on I was at the moment.
“You’re a tease. Call me once you arrive at the paddock.” I grab my pass and sunglasses before I head out.
Quinn’s POV
Monaco is so noisy and dazzling! It’s probably one of the craziest, if not the craziest motor racing weekend to exist! Monaco is the jewel of formula 1. Drivers want to show off. A win at Monaco can be equivalent to winning three times in a row.
I wouldn’t bother stepping my foot on that paddock again, if it weren’t for Mason to invite me. This whole place feels so claustrophobic, even though it’s in outer spaces.
While I’m getting dressed, I ring Charlotte to come and pick me up. Well, mostly accompany me. The track was just behind our hotel so access was very easy.
“Quinn! I’m so happy you’re here! I’ve missed you being around here” she gave me the biggest hug and smile.
Sadly, most of the Formula 1 Wags were portrayed as gold diggers, PR stunts and incapable of holding a relationship. I feel bad for all of them. They are some of the nicest girls I’ve met in my life.
“I missed you too Cha! I’m glad I decided to come to Monaco. How have you been?”
We were walking and catching up on what has happened in our lives. Obviously I skipped the Carlos part in Imola and mostly mentioned Mason, with whom she seemed to be really excited about. Just like Heidi.
“Oh, by the way, you have to meet Isa. She’s really nice and sweet. You’ll love her!” Charlotte exclaimed once we entered the paddock
I took out my phone and typed a message to Mason.
Quinn: Don’t worry about me, I just arrived at the paddock. I’m with Charlotte. I’ll be around in a few.
Chelsea’s Masey : Thank god. Thank you for letting me know, love!
“Oh! Who is she? I haven’t seen her around the paddock before?” I reply to Charlotte as I raise my head and look around
“Probably because you haven’t been here in two years. She’s Carlos’s girlfriend” my breath is cut in half instantly.
Carlos has a girlfriend? And we almost fucked a few months ago? I feel so horrible, that my instinct says to run away. Leave Monaco and never attend another race again. Not even Silverstone.
“That’s new! Really happy for them!” I say in the sweetest manner I can possibly act with.
“Oh there she is. ISA! OVER HERE!” Charlotte yelled and a blonde haired woman, made her way towards us.
“Hey girls. Oh, by the way, my name’s Isa! You must be Lando’s sister, Quinn?” The Spanish woman greeted me with the most soft and genuine smile ever.
“It’s very nice to meet you Isa! Pleasure to meet you in person for the first time” we exchange hugs instead of handshakes.
“So, will you be attending any other races? I heard you’re not the biggest fan of the sport”
“It’s mostly my job that keeps me occupied and away from the paddock. If I could, I would attend as many Grand Prix as possible. But yes, I will be at Silverstone too. Last one of the season for me”
Oh what a flat out lie that was from you Quinn. But we move on.
“What? Why? I was hoping you’d be at more of the race weekends. Cha won’t always be here, so I was waiting for a new friend to hang around with”
If I didn’t manage to make Carlos a better person, then I hope she succeeds at improving him. She’s such an angel on earth! I don’t even know how a cruel man like Carlos would be with such a pleasant girl like Isa.
I take a quick glance at my phone and see that Qualifying was on its way to start. I excused myself from the girls and went towards the Red Bull garage. There I spot Mason, on his phone, calling me.
“Hey handsome, look behind ya” I said holding my phone to his face
“I was about to go look for you. Doing alright?” His hand grabbed my waist and started caressing my back softly
“Oh yes. Sorry, I got a bit caught up with a few of the girls. I apologize if I made you worry even more Mase” I lay my head on his forehead and I receive a small kiss by him.
“Lando came over. He said he wanted to see you after Qualifying. Something about Silverstone and the tickets or something like that”
I knew this wouldn’t be about Silverstone. McLaren’s garage was next to Ferrari’s so he could have seen me talking with Charlotte and Isa.
Q3 ended in a very abruptly way, with Max not being able to finish his flying lap, Charles on pole and Checo having crashed severely, dragging Carlos alongside him. It’s a very tricky track, so crashes are more than expected but definitely not hoped to happen.
When I finally found my brother, we had a conversation that I never thought would actually take place between us. Apparently the night Carlos had texted me, Lando was with him. He was drunk and hopeless. On the outside he seemed to be doing really good, given that he was performing and claiming podiums, but on the inside he hated himself for what he had done to you. Your brother knew the whole situation.
“This was the reason why I wanted you to avoid Carlos. This is the reason why I don’t have a girlfriend! A stable relationship isn’t on an F1 driver’s plan whether we like it or not.”
“I know. But you don’t wake up one day and decide for who you’ll fall for. It just happens Lando. And I fell for him. Hard. But now it’s gone”
“For your own good I hope it is. I don’t want neither Isa nor you to get hurt just because he’s a senseless asshole. I appreciate and love him as a friend but he’s fucked up so many times”
I’m thankful Lando still couldn’t read the room and realize that the reason I hadn’t been showing up at races was Carlos. That would infuriate him. I don’t want to ruin their friendship. Just because he and I have a rocky past, doesn’t mean I’ll take his best mate away from him.
A few hours later, we arrived at the paddock again, at an event Red Bull was hosting. Most of the teams and mechanics had left. Only a few had remained, wanting to perfect their cars for tomorrow’s race.
I was sitting on the couch, smiling and making small talk whenever someone would approach me. Every now and then Dias or Foden would pop up and ask me if I needed something.
Suddenly, I felt a body crash next to mine, realizing it was Mason’s.
“Wanna help me take some pictures around the paddock? The team needs them for PR, and I’d be so much more fun if we did it together” he explains and I immediately agree.
We find ourselves a few empty spots and the cameras in my phone starts clicking, trying to capture the beauty of the man in front of me. As a childhood friend, I hadn’t bothered in noticing how handsome Mason actually was. Not only was his smile genuine every time he looked at me and the cameras, but he also brought the fuzzy feeling back to my stomach. Last time I felt that was at Imola, again with him. And I think this was a sign.
“Any good ones? Do we have the result? I have a feeling they’ll be great”
“I think we got a few great shots. Take a look” I hand my phone to Mason and a smile appears on his face.
“I should hire you as my personal photographer. The boys hate taking pictures of me so I always slip in some selfies for the content Chelsea needs”
“I’ll take you as many pictures you want, whenever you want and wherever you want”
His arms are wrapped around my waist, hugging me from behind, as I look through the pictures I took. I was stunned by how good he looked at every single one of them. I found one that particularly drew my attention.
“Mase, do I mind if I post this one on my story? I’d completely understand if-“ Mason shuts me up with a soft kiss on the lips. He’s suffocating me in the sweetest way possible.
“Don’t even ask me again. You know the answer is yes.” His lips haven’t left mine, leaving small pecks constantly.
“And I’d truly love to be spotted everywhere else with you too.”
Is what his caption said, when he reposted the story on his account.
This was a bold move, considering we weren’t even properly dating yet. We were so comfortable with each other that didn’t care about what people would say. And a lot would expect him to be shy and private, but he would always post pictures of us hugging, kissing each other on the cheek, playing games and now this.
“Hey, guys, sorry for the interruption, but I need Mason to come with me for a sec. A guy wants to meet him. Apologies for taking him away Quinn” Phill said with an apologetic frown on his mouth
“Oh no worries. I’ll be here Mase. Take as much time as you need” I informed and smiled at both of the footballers.
I sat with my back on the closed Red Bull garage of Sergio Perez, looking throw my phone, when I heard a familiar voice getting closer and closer
I immediately started panicking, looking around me like a lost puppy, wanting to be saved. I felt like screaming Mason’s name but couldn’t for some reason.
Carlos noticed my heavy breathing and grabbed my shoulders trying to calm me down and then softly caressing my arms. His touch felt like hell on my skin. It didn’t have that effect it used to
“Get away from me, please” I removed myself from his grip and took a few steps back
“I’m not here to cause you any troubles, I just wanna-“
“Leave me alone Carlos! For fucks sake” I yell at a higher pitch
“Just let me explain Quinn. I won’t do anything. You have my word that-“
“I don’t wanna hear a single fucking word coming out of your mouth Sainz! Because I know it will be a lie”
“For the love of god, just give me five minutes and you won’t ever see me again”
“Good! But I’d rather not give you any minutes. Leave me alone”
Before Carlos could start his sentence, an intense Mason came towards our way, clearly angry with him being near me
“If you even dare to make a step closer to her, I will make sure you never drive again” he threatened the Spaniard and covering me with his body
“Dude, I only want to apologize, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Carlos replied and shoved him.
“Who guarantees us that this apology will be true? Huh? What if it’s just a sack of bullcrap?” The Englishman firmly said, going closer to Carlos
“You don’t know the story man. Just fuck off. I promise not to harm her. I don’t intend on messing with neither her nor you, but apparently, you’re in the mood to fight” Carlos exclaimed loudly while rolling his eyes.
“There’s nothing to say Carlos. It’s over. You’re the reason I stopped attending the races! You’re the reason I keep telling my brother excuses. You’re the reason I’m scared of falling in love. You’d do us a great favour if you simply left. Without a single word” I break apart the two men and turn my attention to Carlos.
His eyes were starting to tear up after the words came out of my mouth. He was in a very vulnerable position. Completely defenseless. Pure sadness and disgust filling him up. He hadn’t just ruined his life and happiness, but also the life and happiness of the woman he loved the most in the world.
Who was now in someone else’s hug. And all he could do was sit there being saved and treasured, by someone who wasn’t him.
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Author’s note: I feel like I’ve “villain-ised” Carlos way too much in this story and I apologize to my fellow Sainz fans. I hate doing this to this wonderful boy. He’s such a sweetheart but for the sake of the story, let’s pretend he’s a dick.
Probably more than 8 parts will be needed in this story. I’ll see if the story fits to 10. This is getting a bit out of hand.
I love you all and hope you enjoy ❤️
#carlos sainz x you#carlos sainz fanfic#carlos sainz one shot#mason mount x y/n#mason mount x reader#mason mount one shot
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we are not our demons (17/25) - bruce wayne x batmom
Author’s note: What can I say? Damian is veeeerrry competitive.
Let's see if you can detect the John Mulaney reference. It was pretty subtle, or not.
Writing that Bruce scene was harder than I anticipated - that dialogue and even setting up that scene. I think the theme of grief was hard to grasp because I wanted to do it justice and not like a half-hearted attempt. Damn it, that's what happens when you're watching Aaron Sorkin films and want to stay realistic. [Read more at the end.]
Beta-read by Heidi.
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You hate to feel like you’re being controlled, oh
Sorry if I squeeze too tight, I really hope you know
The reason I’m so scared to let you go, ooh, is
I’m gonna need something to hold on to
- Something To Hold on To by Emily Warren -
Nope, not in the Batcave.
Ellie shook her head when she encountered only Alfred’s back and a variety of work tools lined up in front of him when he tended to his duties as butler/caretaker/technician extraordinaire. He meant business, judging by the dark-gray work apron he was wearing.
She turned away and walked back to the elevator which would be leading her up to the ground level. There was no real urgency to find Bruce. Ellie was mostly curious about his whereabouts when her contemplative thoughts were enclosed with the non-existing sound from the elevator.
Enthusiastic murmurs extended to her ears as soon as the intended floor was revealed to her. The commotion grew more distinct the closer Ellie tread to the living room.
“I’m gonna kill you, Grayson!”
“Yeah, right. You’re still behind. I’d like to see you try.”
Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see the gaming console switched on, with the colorful and familiar racing environment of Mario Kart 8 running on the flat screen.
Ellie’s eyebrows rose at the moment she was witnessing. Dick and Damian sat on the couch—both furiously pushing the buttons on their control pads—while Tim couldn’t be bothered with their theatrics. He was reading a gray-hued book in the armchair which was located crookedly on the right side of the couch.
Ellie crossed her arms, focusing on Damian’s character throwing a banana peel behind him and hitting Dick off the meadow track.
“Ugh, stop with your … frigging bananas, Damian!”
Damian’s eyes were gleaming with madness. “Never! Just choke on them and despair,” he cackled.
“Having fun, guys?”
Dick’s eyes stared right ahead when he answered, “Eh, Damian’s a cheat. Does that answer your question?”
His youngest brother rolled his eyes, snorting. “You knew what you were in for, Grayson. Why don’t you just lie down and let me drive over your corpse, huh?”
Ellie’s eyes widened at Damian’s idea of trash talk. “Oh my.”
“Oh really? See those cows on the track? You know what I’m gonna do? I’m going to buy a cow, place it in the Batcave and let it grow into a stunning creature. Then when you love it, and you can’t imagine your life without her, I’m going to make her an honorary member of this family, train her as a vigilante and let her take your place as Robin. How about that?”
With her lips pursing in utter bafflement, Ellie’s eyes met Tim who glanced up from his book. He voiced her thoughts. “They’ve been at it for hours.”
“Sounds like a stimulating conversation then,” Ellie mumbled softly.
Or more like an absurd form of trash talking.
“Do you know where Bruce is, by any chance?”
Dick paused the game as hesitation crossed over his face when he sent Damian a long glance. “Uh, why do you ask?”
Ellie’s eyes barely hid her mounting suspicion, especially after noticing Tim listened attentively. The same could be said for Damian tilting his head, although he didn’t give much away, other than the tension building in his shoulders.
Something was definitely in the air, Ellie contemplated, and put her hands on her waist. It looked like she was forced to play baseball. Or hardball. Whatever fitted the context.
Ellie banished that thought away as soon as it came before she turned back to the heart of the matter. “I asked first.”
Dick sputtered, “What can I say? Maybe Bruce is painting the town red. Not literally, of course. I mean, those days are behind him, to some extent. And it’s 10 in the morning—”
Ellie raised her eyebrows admonishingly. “Richard John Grayson—”
“Yes, ma’am?” Dick asked out of reflex and with reverence laced in his voice.
Damian’s game pad was clinging loosely in his left hand while the palm of his other hand shielded his face in utter embarrassment for being associated with his stepbrother in the first place.
“Anyone here willing to spill the beans?” Blinking slowly, Ellie waited patiently for one of them to crack.
Dick’s uncertain eyes roamed around when he spoke up, “Our dad’s … not here?”
Ellie hummed quietly and licked her lips. “I figured. Are you keeping secrets from me?”
“No?”
Damian wasn’t known for taking pity. One of the reasons why it astonished her so much when he replied, “Father is near the burnt-down premises of the old manor.”
“Uh huh,” she phrased it as a question, not yet getting the reason behind this strange secrecy of Bruce’s disappearance and his children backing him up.
Damian resumed, “He’s at the family mausoleum.”
Dick’s head whipped around in utter bafflement, a movement which prompted the younger boy to shrug his shoulders. “What? Father could never kill me. We’re family after all.” Damian was on the receiving end of expecting eyes shifting towards him. “You know what I mean, my blood lineage is flawless. I shouldn’t have to remind you.”
Ellie was still processing that tiny nugget of insight Damian just offered before Dick replied in return, “Sometimes you make it so hard to even like you, Damian.”
He shrugged, like he couldn’t care less about being favored in the emotional sense. An adorable frown twisted on his forehead. “Only sometimes?” he muttered under his breath.
Tim filled in the gaps. “It’s the anniversary of Bruce’s parents’ death.”
Exhaling loudly between her lips, she closed her eyes while throwing her head back. “Thomas and Martha Wayne.” Ellie’s eyes focused on nothing at all when she muttered, “Why didn’t Bruce think to tell me?”
Dick supported his arm on the back end of the couch and leaned towards her. “Usually, he wants to be alone. Don’t take it personally, alright?”
Profound anguish bubbled up inside her at the thought of Bruce having to go through that alone.
He pursed his lips and seemed to have discovered something in her sorrowful eyes, judging by his next words. “But … Bruce could use some company for this day. Who knows, maybe he’s going to appreciate you being there for him?”
Bruce’s insistence on not telling her in the first place came to mind, yet what she said was, “If you say so.” Her open palm hovered between them in an invitation. “Lead the way then.”
Dick walked backwards, keeping the manor in his sights and sustaining a mixed expression of reluctance and wit on his face. His hands were leisurely hidden in the pockets of his jeans. “I don’t know how to feel about leaving Tim with Damian.”
“Afraid he’s going to incite him to chaos and mayhem?” Ellie threw Dick an incredulous glance, willing to have some faith in Damian not to corrupt young Tim.
Dick sighed deeply, like that thought had secretly entered his mind. “More like Damian could corrupt him into experimenting on some pedophiles in that Bat-Lair.”
Ellie pursed her lips in real contemplation. “I’d actually like to see tha—” Dick’s raised eyebrow and brightening eyes made her instantly backtrack. “I mean, horrible. Absolutely bad idea.” She adamantly shook her head, letting wavy hair spin around her.
Dick’s snorting was complemented with a tilt of his lip corner. “Yeah, right. No wonder you two get along so well.”
Ellie shrugged, feeling the corner of her mouth twist into a shrewd and crooked gesture. “Something like that.” Brown eyes furtively roamed over the side of Dick’s face. Not knowing if Ellie should even mention what was going through her head, she still felt trepidation slowly rushing through her once her mouth opened. “I’m sorry about Babs.”
Dick’s head promptly turned at the mention of her name. His eyes barely focused on her, they just fixated on a spot near the ground while he hid his hands in the pockets of his jacket. “Yeah, me too.” A strained smile lingered on his lips as his head turned straight ahead, content not to look at her when he said it.
“You’re taking it pretty well. You barely seem fazed.” Ellie’s voice sounded almost hesitant; she was trying to at least get someone in this family to talk about their feelings.
Dick’s shoulders haphazardly rose and revealed some sort of indifference to how he was perceived. “Looks can be deceiving,” Dick said, with a casual air. They were walking for some time when out of nowhere, his body stepped in front of her. “What I don’t get is why she didn’t tell me.”
His outburst stunned her into unnerved silence. Dick’s blue-eyed stare was glowing fervently when waves of frustration rolled off of him. A crow cawing in the distance slightly added humor to the tense awkwardness she found herself in.
“Uh, probably too awkward for her. I think she used the word ‘complicated’.”
Dick snorted loudly and rolled his eyes. “So what? Why not add a dose of more complicated? Jesus, dude.” And with that, he shook his head and tread forward.
At the mention of Dick’s love-afflicted misery, Ellie smiled fondly at him. Feeling like they were kindred spirits in need of guidance in all questions of love. “We’re kind of a mess, aren’t we?” Her elbow playfully nudged his side—this tall child be damned.
Dick’s warm breath ghosted over her scalp when he hardly needed to lean down to reach her. Ellie felt touched at the sensation of his arm interlacing with hers, like she was his Victorian companion. Their bleak environment of the high grass and the trees, which had lost their leaves halfway, surrounded their path, like they were truly just taking a walk in the countryside. Ellie was filled with gratitude as she leaned against his side.
“Oh please, your Bruce-related issues don’t even count as issues. Not by a long shot.”
She was begging to differ, since their initial issues had been spurred by their emotional mentality. In the end, she believed that all she needed was time to move past her obstacles of trust. Ellie craned her head back to gaze up at him. “Ditto. Try not to be too hard on yourself, Dick.”
He sighed deeply. “Easy for you to say. I messed it up with her years ago.”
A lop-sided smirk formed on her lips. “You know what they say, acceptance is one phase on the way to recovery.”
Ellie would associate the soft emotion in his eyes when they wandered into the distance with homesickness. “Maybe. One day.”
His pace slowed once the illustrious mausoleum appeared in the distance—a grim construction under the gray-blue skies and sitting next to the marble statues of weeping angels. The ‘Wayne’ name was inscribed underneath the roof, a scripture that seemed almost illegible with the moss growing on the rooftop and extending further.
Ellie exhaled, barely noticing how her fingers clenched on the cuff of Dick’s dark blue—almost black—wool overcoat to ward off the autumn breeze that rustled the trees and swept through her hair.
After coughing nervously, she brushed the strands away which had gone astray on her forehead. Ellie felt the raven-haired man’s concerned gaze on her face, kindling the side of her face.
“You okay?” Dick whispered with a barely audible voice.
Ellie’s wordless nod was coupled with her hand caressing his shoulder. “Thanks for showing me.”
His hands curled into the pockets of his jacket, already moving back. Dick’s thumb pointed in the direction of the path they just wandered on. “You know where to find me.”
Ellie tilted her head, sending Dick a teasing look. “At home? Ensuring that the boys haven’t flooded the place by now?”
His eyes widened at the mere idea before they narrowed again. “Please don’t make jokes about that. Ever.”
Taking pity on the guy, Ellie pressed her lips together to quench her budding smile. “Noted.” With a wave goodbye, she turned around and only heard Dick’s receding steps as he left her to her own quest.
It wasn’t really nervous energy rushing through her, with her stomach tensing or anything like that. To be honest, it felt like anticipation. Bruce seemed to do that every year—mourning his parents on his own, feeling content with it even. But that didn’t mean that he didn’t need someone to lessen the burden of grief.
Without knocking or notifying him of her presence, she twisted the handle and pushed against the heavy hardwood door. The squeaky noise echoing through the vast space made Ellie wince.
Especially when she heard Bruce’s haggard voice before she even saw him. “Not now, Dick, please. I’d rather be alone today.”
Ellie’s head careened around the corner, finally seeing him for the first time. Bruce was lingering in the shadows and stood between two graves. Bouquets of wildflowers adorned the inside of the jars by the engraved stones.
Dismay rose in her at the fact that she wasn’t wearing her glasses to decipher the inscription. She felt her eyebrows furrow when Bruce’s bowed head shielded his expression from her.
“Mind some company?”
Bruce whipped his head around at hearing Ellie’s cautious voice. His wide eyes only emphasized the shock he was experiencing from seeing her at his parents’ resting place.
“Maybe you shouldn’t be alone right now,” Ellie admitted in a whisper.
Bruce furrowed his eyebrows in deep contemplation as his body faced her head-on. “Who told—?” A frustrated sigh left him before he threw his head back with a low groan. “Ugh, Dick.” His hand brushed over the side of his face and exhaled loudly once he realized the person responsible who had babbled his secret.
Ellie closed the door behind her with finality, shrouding the crypt in dreary surroundings, except for the natural daylight streaming through the small arching windows. Ellie’s steps were guarded when she advanced into the sacred crypt. “I thought misery loved company?” She phrased as a question, hoping that her attempt at humor wasn’t that out of place. If anything, her sarcastic nature only intensified in situations where she didn’t know what else to say.
Bruce’s rigid shoulders tensed even further with his next inhaling breath. “I wouldn’t know. Maybe you should ask Kent.”
A confused frown scurried over her forehead. “Are we still talking about happy-go-lucky Clark Kent?” Her feet nudged forward until she was standing on Bruce’s right side, studying him with rapt eyes.
His hands hid in the pockets of his wool coat and his shoulders shrugged morosely. “You should see him when he’s not … celebrating Independence Day.”
Ellie’s befuddlement over the pause was pushed to the edge of her mind. “Okay.”
Her eyes met the inscription on the graves of Martha and Thomas Wayne—the year of 1981 marked as their death caught her eye.
Of course, anyone who grew up in Gotham and called it their home, knew of the infamous day when the golden couple was brutally murdered in Park Row—now dubbed Crime Alley. An event that only amplified the already prevalent criminality rate and extinguished any remnant of hope with their murder.
Her eyes met Bruce’s empty expression and hanging head. “You do this every year? Mourn the death of your parents all alone and without the presence of the others?”
Licking his lips, Bruce replied, “After a while I got used to the solitude I inflicted upon myself. Besides, I’m not the kind to ask for company.”
Ellie gnawed on her lower lip once she heard his confirmation. “If you want me to leave, you can tell me, you know?”
Bruce’s expression of incredulity made her heart swell. At least his loyalty, the need for her comradeship towards her always remained.
“We don’t even have to talk. I just want you to know that I’m here for you. I mean, I thought it’d be nice to talk about your parents. What were they like?”
Bruce’s long silence gave off the impression that he was going to keep quiet before he whispered with an almost unintelligible voice, “I barely remember their faces. It’s been over 30 years and my memory of them is getting hazier little by little.”
Ellie was listening intently while Bruce spoke wistfully, not wanting to interrupt him when he was so deeply engrossed.
“I recall my mother’s hair tumbling over her shoulders. The color of her eyes.” His jaw clenched at the mention when he reluctantly paused. “Martha Wayne was an elegant woman. Had a kind heart for being a socialite. My father was the polar opposite.”
His humored words brought a soft smile on both of their faces. “Rough around the edges.”
“How surprising for a Wayne,” Ellie retorted and tilted her head playfully until the waves of her hair fell like a cascade over her left shoulder.
The corner of his mouth tipped slightly. “He adored her. Loved her relentlessly.” His eyes softened as nostalgia settled over his features. His soft expression focusing on her stunned her into silence. Just imagining their love sounded like a dream.
“They were perfect.”
The fond memories Bruce had of his family reinforced the sentimental feelings Ellie felt rising in her. Being labeled as orphans never felt clearer than now. No wonder they seemed like kindred spirits.
In retrospect, she didn’t know if she would call the marriage of her parents a perfect union. If anything, she could only recall their screaming fests behind closed doors.
The total opposite of her Aunt Mallory and Uncle Nolan which was an appreciative relief to not having to walk on eggshells in the safety of their family. In the end, they were more her family than she could have ever hoped for, and she wanted Bruce to remember the worthwhile moments he shared with his parents.
Ellie turned her body until her eyes gazed up at his scruff. “Hold onto that memory. You may think your memory of them is waning, but it’s the little things that are important. The Wayne legacy won’t die with them. Remember,” her fingers carefully sneaked on the inside of the palm of his hand before they interlaced with his. His skin felt callused against hers, a sensation which awakened her senses.
Bruce’s eyes didn’t even glance down between them, instead they kept on dwelling on her with that piercing yet molten stare. One of his soul-searching abilities Ellie should have gotten used to by now.
“You’ve got a whole litter of Bat-kids at home. Without question, they’d stand behind you, no matter what.”
Despite the dreary mood, Ellie lips curled from witnessing Bruce’s wince at the mere mention of so-called Bat-kids.
He tolerated her playful acknowledgment, but chose to tighten his hold on her, exhaling deeply. His warm breath blew over her scalp and ruffled her fine hair. Content to merely bask in their shared silence.
A/N: Yay, first mention of Bat-Cow. I don't even even know if I'm going to include her, I just wanted to bring some easter egg/nostalgia. As I researched, I realized that Damian became a vegetarian the moment he met Bat-Cow, unlike my series, but I appreciate how he secretly adored animals and that's why he chose that eating lifestyle.
Dick's idea of trash talk was kinda inspired by Jane Lynch in Glee who didn't want to stoop to a cat-killing joke. Well, same here. I don't want to hurt Bat-Cow.
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Heidi Mount @ Nicole Miller F/W 2010-11, New York
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New Year, new idea, same stuff
My new year's idea - experiment (not resolution, at that sort of adheres to a pass/fail attitude) is to use what I have.
I think the STUFF we collect becomes more obvious, more questionable when we move from place (Los Feliz) to place (North Hollywood) to place (Studio City). I'm not a minimalist by any means - nor a hoarder. But the best way for me to use what I have is to have those things be visible. For some categories, this is easy - my hand weights, my yoga mat, my kettle bell, my foam roller are all in the living room. My planner is open, pen usually uncapped. Books are bookmarked on the dining table, recipes taped to cupboards, all my favorite clothes piled in my yellow butterfly chair.The abundance of counter space where we live now allows me to have the blender, instant pot, air fryer at the ready. I used all of them a ton in 2023. I even became one of those assholes who makes their own refried beans because they taste better. It would be insufferable, if I had told anyone about it.
The use-it challenge comes in food, ingredients. I bought a tub of couscous, so what am I going to DO with it? I can't really keep cans of coconut milk, diced tomatoes visible. Or, I don't want to. All the aspirational dry goods have to be put to use this year.
Pinterest used to have a "tried it" check box. I liked that. Made the pins actionable rather than wishful. No matter, I do it on my own now. I pull up my "work out" board after I finish Jillian Michaels and try a few of the tiktok pins.
Hoping to teach myself how to make planters out of glass jars, candles out of wine bottles. Seeing things not for just what they are, but what they could be. Part of this is inspired by Des, of course, who uses Amazon boxes as boats, sleds, playpens, you name it -- he always finds new ways to play with things. He still has orange paper cups leftover from his 2nd birthday that he plays with regularly.
There's also the library, Buy Nothing, craigslist.
I watched FIVE movies yesterday, while my COVID booster coursed through my body and made me twinge with pain every so often. The Olivia Experiment (an "Ace" movie but didn't love it), Saltburn (traumatized by it, thanks), Elemental (heart-warming), Orphan (delightfully horrific) and I started the Hunger Games prequel but didn't finish.
To close 2023, here were some of my favorites
Book: Remarkably Bright Creatures by Shelby Van Pelt
Song: Fake Out by Fall Out Boy
Band I hadn't heard of before this year: The Beaches
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Show: Yellowcard @ YouTube Theater
Hike: Mount Baden-Powell
Addition to my life: Music League
Food: Lobster Bisque and the Butter Lettuce salad kit from Trader Joes
New icon: Olivia Rodrigo
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Game: Just One (aff link) https://amzn.to/3RoKPjC
Tiny delight: Propagating succulents
Milk: Chobani extra creamy oat milk
Instagrammer: Welcome to Heidi
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@aemulari: that wasn’t very clever, was it?
mr wiIford has been quiet for too long. an absent voice on the other end of a phone line, a sleek one-sided conversation where she covers her tracks and sews in each remark and passing comment of wanting to see the engineer. mirrored glass adorns each car in first class, and the asinine cut beneath her tongue holds itself back when she catches her own eye in it. there is no engineer — not in the way they want.
but with trouble up ahead, the tail and third beginning to push further up the train, pressure begins to mount. with pressure, comes tension. equilibrium keeps it from spilling to a point where the rubber band snaps, but when the balance is shifted in a way that's too great, it leaves them with the waning of metal and a malleable point. snap.
"do you think so?" they want to see mr wiIford, so she will show them mr wiIford. plasticity is an easy concept to follow; mould something, and the shape will form. human plasticity works to a point. the tail is proof of that: bodies, shifting amongst one another in a tin can with nowhere to go. so they make do. plastic. they may not be able to rearrange the lines on their face, or the marks on their skin, but they can meld into a gaggle of one train before their very eyes. mr wiIford needs to be able to quash that.
"you know — freedom comes at a cost. something to be earned, not given." the brief pause gives her enough time to think, tapping chipped nails against the desk before turning to face her. cards on the table. check. "i'm afraid i'm calling in that chit, heidi."
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Events 11.17 (after 1950)
1950 – Lhamo Dondrub is officially named the 14th Dalai Lama.
1950 – United Nations Security Council Resolution 89 relating to the Palestine Question is adopted.
1953 – The remaining human inhabitants of the Blasket Islands, Kerry, Ireland, are evacuated to the mainland.
1957 – Vickers Viscount G-AOHP of British European Airways crashes at Ballerup after the failure of three engines on approach to Copenhagen Airport. The cause is a malfunction of the anti-icing system on the aircraft. There are no fatalities.
1962 – President John F. Kennedy dedicates Washington Dulles International Airport, serving the Washington, D.C., region.
1967 – Vietnam War: Acting on optimistic reports that he had been given on November 13, U.S. President Lyndon B. Johnson tells the nation that, while much remained to be done, "We are inflicting greater losses than we're taking…We are making progress."
1968 – British European Airways introduces the BAC One-Eleven into commercial service.
1968 – Viewers of the Raiders–Jets football game in the eastern United States are denied the opportunity to watch its exciting finish when NBC broadcasts Heidi instead, prompting changes to sports broadcasting in the U.S.
1969 – Cold War: Negotiators from the Soviet Union and the United States meet in Helsinki, Finland to begin SALT I negotiations aimed at limiting the number of strategic weapons on both sides.
1970 – Vietnam War: Lieutenant William Calley goes on trial for the My Lai Massacre.
1970 – Luna programme: The Soviet Union lands Lunokhod 1 on Mare Imbrium (Sea of Rains) on the Moon. This is the first roving remote-controlled robot to land on another world and is released by the orbiting Luna 17 spacecraft.
1973 – Watergate scandal: In Orlando, Florida, U.S. President Richard Nixon tells 400 Associated Press managing editors "I am not a crook."
1973 – The Athens Polytechnic uprising against the military regime ends in a bloodshed in the Greek capital.
1983 – The Zapatista Army of National Liberation is founded in Mexico.
1986 – The flight crew of Japan Airlines Flight 1628 are involved in a UFO sighting incident while flying over Alaska.
1989 – Cold War: Velvet Revolution begins: In Czechoslovakia, a student demonstration in Prague is quelled by riot police. This sparks an uprising aimed at overthrowing the communist government (it succeeds on December 29).
1990 – Fugendake, part of the Mount Unzen volcanic complex, Nagasaki Prefecture, Japan, becomes active again and erupts.
1993 – United States House of Representatives passes a resolution to establish the North American Free Trade Agreement.
1993 – In Nigeria, General Sani Abacha ousts the government of Ernest Shonekan in a military coup.
1997 – In Luxor, Egypt, 62 people are killed by six Islamic militants outside the Temple of Hatshepsut, known as Luxor massacre.
2000 – A catastrophic landslide in Log pod Mangartom, Slovenia, kills seven, and causes millions of SIT of damage. It is one of the worst catastrophes in Slovenia in the past 100 years.
2000 – Alberto Fujimori is removed from office as president of Peru.
2003 – Actor Arnold Schwarzenegger’s tenure as the governor of California began.
2012 – At least 50 schoolchildren are killed in an accident at a railway crossing near Manfalut, Egypt.
2013 – Fifty people are killed when Tatarstan Airlines Flight 363 crashes at Kazan Airport, Russia.
2013 – A rare late-season tornado outbreak strikes the Midwest. Illinois and Indiana are most affected with tornado reports as far north as lower Michigan. In all around six dozen tornadoes touch down in approximately an 11-hour time period, including seven EF3 and two EF4 tornadoes.
2019 – The first known case of COVID-19 is traced to a 55-year-old man who had visited a market in Wuhan, Hubei Province, China.
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FLP BOOK OF THE DAY: GASPING FOR AIR STORIES OF ADULTS AND CHILDREN by Katherine Trace Brueck
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Gasping for Air: Stories of Adults and Children portrays a dark sensibility and profound compassion for #children scarred by the neglect and #abuse of adults meant to protect them. Unsettling and unforgettable, the collection is a stark reminder of the precariousness of #childhood innocence. Through short #stories, #poems, poems-within-stories, and stories-within-poems, the book paints a troubling vision, at times starkly real and at others vividly dreamlike, of the complex #relationship between adults and children.
Dr. Katherine taught for over 35 years at Mount Saint Mary’s University in Los Angeles, where she served as Professor and English Department Chair. A talented poet, she published a poetry collection Voiceless Love, Finishing Line Press, 2016, and published sonnets in a variety of literary journals, including Blue Unicorn, The Lyric, and Troubadour. She also authored the scholarly work The Redemption of Tragedy, The Literary Vision of Simone Weil, State University of New York Press, Albany, 1995, that developed a theory of Christian tragedy. With her passing in October of 2020, she is survived by her husband Don, her daughters, Heidi and Emily, and her granddaughters, Chloe and Violet.
This book is funded, in part, by FLP’s One Last Word Program. Thank you to all who donated to make this book happen.
PRAISE FOR GASPING FOR AIR STORIES OF ADULTS AND CHILDREN by Katherine Trace Brueck
Of the many thousands of books published every year, few can truly be called “unique.” But Katherine Trace Brueck’s Gasping for Air: Stories of Adults and Children is a book like no other. In terms of genre, this collection has no fixed address. It contains short stories, poems, poems-within-stories, and stories-within-poems. There are narratives with distinct beginnings, middles, and ends, and there are also fragments and vignettes. There are sly homages to literary sources ranging from the Bible and classical myth to Lolita and The Catcher in the Rye, all rendered with virtuosic skill in a dizzying array of styles. But Gasping for Air is not just a grab bag, for the book coheres around a dark sensibility and a profound compassion for children damaged by the neglect and abuse of the adults who should protect them. Unsettling and unforgettable, Brueck’s collection is a stark reminder of the precariousness of childhood innocence.
–Michael Fleming, author of Bags and Tools: Poems
The writings of Katherine Brueck are ones that draw you into a world that is both innocent and painful. She touches upon the subjects that few of us dare to approach. Her stories are beautifully crafted and do what good literature does: pierce us to the core.
–Marcos McPeek Villatoro, Fletcher Jones Professor of Creative Writing, Mount St. Mary’s University, Los Angeles
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