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dindooku · 3 years

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Ao3 - loulou1810

what you think might be your blessing may well be your curse... you hope it isn’t the latter

follow the story as you (reader) embark on a new life with the mandalorian.

will you find peace with yourself or will this be the spark to ignite your downfall?

tw - violence, suggestive themes

word count: 3,057

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The overzealous grin dropped from your face as soon as the cell door slid shut, the air-tight lock hissing; twisting the dagger into your hopes of escape. Normally you were confident in situations like this, too confident. But now you knew, there was no way out from this.

The cold metal pinched at the skin on your wrist as you writhed and contorted in an effort to gain some leverage, some space, some hope. It was no good. You were stuck, indefinitely. They knew that if you had your hands you’d make an easy case of escaping, but to your dismay, they’d clocked this, and so you were the only prisoner on the correctional transport vessel with stun cuffs. Great. Slowly you pulled yourself from the ground to right yourself from where you were laying after being thrown in, doing as best you could with the cuffs binding your wrist’s behind your back. Now slumped, knees bent and in a kneeling position facing away from the door, you began to take in your surroundings.

The cell which you were housed in was cold and dark, despite the bright white light that illuminated the small box, mirroring your feelings to a T, ‘ironic’. Four pristine white walls boxed you in, almost making you feel claustrophobic despite the room. To the left of you, there was a small ledge built into the wall, you assumed this was to be your bed. It was plain and flat, no markings, no sharp edges as to minimise the risk of injury. ‘ Who needs a back anyway?’ You mentally chuckle to yourself, trying to make light of an already bleak situation.

What you think to be hours pass meticulously slowly, but you’ve worked yourself into a state of false meditation, daydreaming almost. It was your minds automatic repose to trauma, taking you away from the present your body found itself in and disconnecting, taking you somewhere else, anywhere else. Somewhere where you didn’t have to run and hide because of who you were.

Trying to calm your racking nerves, you took a deep sigh, ’might as well get used to it, you’re here for the lo-‘.

Footsteps. But not droid… human? Turning your head slightly, still kneeling and eyes still closed you honed in on the noise signature, trying to make out the conversation.

“…Gotta choose soon Twi, that destroyer’s gonna be here in 15…”. ‘ Destroyer?’ You thought to yourself, what use is a destroyer out here? This correctional transporter did carry high threat individuals, but this was a max security metal box, no one could get in or out… so you thought.

“Patience... Lady knows best”. You could feel the blatant seduction in their voice, obviously using their words to gain an advantage over who they were talking to. If it weren’t for the destroyer comment you’d have thought they were just two workers looking for a quick fix someplace private. But the destroyer? ‘ What did they mea-‘

A heavy voice interrupts your monologue. “Just hurry up and cage him, or I'm gonna break tiny”. Focusing your mind more, you listened deeper, soon realising that two sets of footsteps were looming, louder and louder. Shit, they’re in the corridor..what in the maker is going on? Now only mere feet from you, the second voice speaks again. “Perfect…”. The T was exaggerated, almost with a hiss as it sounded like they were cut off from their monologue. Lighter, more agile footsteps made their way into the scene you’d pictured in your head. You imagined what sounded like two males and a female stood together on the other side of your cell. The quieter footsteps louder now, a modulated voice broke the whispering tension. “What's here, we’ve already got Qin, I thought it was only one?”. You found it hard to make out any emotion from this voice, in part the modulator but also, weirdly, the aura that was being given off also barred your mental vision.

“An eye for an eye, Mando” came from a new, vindictive voice, and before you could react, your cell door opened, the clattering of metal of what you assumed was a body chucked in. This caught you off guard, but you quickly opened your eyes and pushed from your knees, rolling on your side to right yourself into a crouching, defensive pose just in from the back wall of your cell, now facing forwards towards the commotion. Almost as soon as it had opened, the cell door shut, cutting your chances of escape. ' Damn it’

“You deserve this!” Echoed from the corridor as the four bodies made haste.

Quickly you darted your eyes to the new presence in your cell. The room now soaked red. Your interrogation was met with a harsh, brutal T visor. You were offset by the blank tint that blatantly stared back at you. You felt judged despite not being able to see their eyes, their gaze almost reading your mind and soul. Did they have eyes, were they human? What would they do to you, were they friend or foe… You quickly chased that thought away, not wanting to start a fight that didn’t need to happen, but you couldn’t help the defensive feeling that had made your hairs stand on end. You loved a bit of drama, but this was all too real, being stuck on a max security ship for something you couldn’t help, now with someone, something, you didn’t know was going to eat or kill you. This had all got a bit too out of hand; either way, you weren’t going to drop your guard now, no more stupid mistakes.

Both of you stared for a second too long, waiting for fo the other to make the first move.

“I need to get out of this cell” came the modulated voice as they slowly pushed themselves off their front, now revealing the heavy, Beskar chest plate. Wow this guy must really be pulling the big numbers to afford Beskar… makes sense for them to be jumping a max security prison, or was jumping at least until they landed indignantly in your cell.

“No shit.” You chime back, almost laughing at the plainly obvious remark that they’d made. Duh. They centred himself, now standing a few feet from you; still not cutting the weighted gaze between you two.

“Give me a hand getting out and I’ll help you get off this ship”. Now that was tempting, but if they hadn’t already noticed your wrists were bound so the gesture fell short.

“If you hadn’t noticed my hands are already tied, would if I could.” You chide, your day couldn’t get any worse. Being offered a way out by this mysterious armoured being, almost given it on a silver spoon and plate, only for it to be out of arms reach, literally. Slowly lifting yourself up, you turned to go and sit on the bed sticking out from the wall. Before you could sit, the walking shield had walked up over to you, haste in his movements. He went to grab your wrist’s from the side. Alarm bells ringing, you quickly ducked and rolled to the cell door at the front, just avoiding his grasp. No way they were going to take your denied offer out on you. You were smaller than them, yes, but also ( you didn’t like to admit) highly trained. You stood at a 45 to them, knees bent and ready to defend yourself the best you could despite your restrictions.

They turned harshly, squaring up to you. “Let me remove the cuffs”. This stopped you dead in your tracks. They were gonna help you? Why? What use could you be to them? You slowly stood up, turning towards the door now, exposing your back. This went against everything you’d ever learnt, Lori would murder you if they knew you were doing this, but something in the other’s demeanour made you trust them like you were in a trance, something you didn’t know as to why, but your gut was usually correct. And it was. The sound of cuffs hitting the floor made you flinch. You weren’t dead, phew . Turning around hastily, you met the gaze again, but this time it was less threatening, still scary, yes, but trustworthy.

They walked up next to you, peering out of the cell into the corridor, You notice your morphed reflection in the shiny Beskar pauldron. Breaking you from your gaze, they pushed you back, urging you to get down to the side of the door, head-turning and placing an upright finger in front of the visor, mimicking a ‘shh’. You got the hint.

Body tense you crouched, back against the wall. Gazing down at your wrists you clocked the dried crimson lines etched into your skin. You must’ve really been pulling on those cuffs, enough to draw blood.

Quietly they lifted their left hand in between the bars of the door, their helmet just off the side, tracking something. The menacing glare was evident even from behind the mask, you could feel the urgency prickling off of them. You stiffened, remaining quiet, you could sense that this person knew what they were doing.

Suddenly they were struggling against the door, turning their back then yanking their arm down only to them grab a security void with their other hand from behind the door. The droid let off a blaster shot, the projectile pinging off the inside of the room, eventually discharging when it hit the armour of the masked assailant next to you. Unfazed, undamaged. damn, that stuff’s hard .

The arm comes unhinged and the wine of the droid almost pulls a heartstring, until you remember that's the whole reason as to why you're here... droids. The masked accomplice lifts the blaster, making quick work of the droid.

They drop the blaster, taking the arm they just pillaged and placing it vertically to the locking key of the door. With a subtle twist, the unlocking key slides out from the droid's arm, to then be placed into the key and used to unlock the door.

The door slides open. You can’t believe it, everything that's happened in the last 24 hours has been a blur, but this, you couldn’t have pictured it even if you tried.

You look up again into the steely gaze. “Follow me, behind me” came the voice. Damn, they weren’t one with words, either that or this was just routine to them. Standing back up, you nod slightly at them. You guess you aren’t one for words either, especially now. You’d always figured it’s best to keep your mouth shut unless you have to talk, and even then, in- tense situations like this, you had to be sure that what you were saying was thought out and logical; you had no time for mistakes. Plus, you weren’t going to give yourself away straight away, you didn’t even know who you were escaping with, they could be more trouble than you could handle. Hushing that thought away you reasoned, it can’t get much worse than this, trust yourself to make it out alive .

Following behind them, jogging with light footsteps through the hallway, silent, red lights flashing, the place plunged in an atmospheric, dangerous glow.

You gazed upon the controls, wondering why they’d brought you to the control room. There are no escape pods here, surely just getting back to however they got on this ship would be the smartest idea? Breaking your line of thought, they point to the security screens, showing four bodies running down a hallway. Two Twi’leks, a Devaronian and a Human. The conversation from earlier now started to make sense.

“I'll take the Devaronian and the human, you take the Twi’lek. The female has knives.” The voice sounding stern and logical, you trusted this voice, even through the vocoder. They knew what they were doing, at least it looked that way. “We have 13 minutes to leave. Make it quick.” Jeez ok, I’ll do my best, how do they even know I know how to fight? Before you could ask anymore internal questions, they were out the door, pacing down the hallway to the left. Taking this as your cue, you followed, branching in the other direction. She has knives, right, close combat, you’ve done this before, you can do - you will do it again. Focus. After a quick few turns here and there you hear the closing of a door just around the corner from you, up the hallway to your left, accompanied by the grumble and hiss of a female voice. You lean back against the wall, closing your eyes you chant to yourself, That must be her. Now, breathe… Easy pickings. Striding from the corner you were leaning against, mind focused, you face the Twi’.

“Spose' you could call it bad luck, others fortune.” You say smoothly, calmly. The Twi shifts, pivoting to face you from the other end of the hallway.

“I guess you two are working together now? Hmm? Yes,… did he charm you? Don’t take it personally honey but he’s not your type, his tastes aren’t in the defenceless.” She remarks, the S rolling off of her tongue in a hiss; her eyes glaring daggers into yours, trying to force the focus out of you. Seen it, done that , you thought to yourself.

“And you’d know?” You retort back, still holding the battle-trained composure in your voice.

“Oh honey you really have a lot to learn…” she strides slowly like she’s hunting her prey. Yeah, ‘cause I’m the prey in this situation. You internally smirked, you almost felt bad for the pain you know you could cause, but shouldn’t. That’s not the Way. “I know exactly what makes him tick, done it myself. You’ll get bored, he never removes it . Don’t flatter yourself, you’re not any different.” Who even said I had an interest, didn’t even know they were a He. Guess this one wasn’t a clean breakup. You chimed to yourself, her position now about 4 metres away. You could sense it, she thought this was easy, that she had this. Sure she does.

Then, you feel it. Tensing you duck to the right, balancing on all fours as a dagger shoots past your left shoulder, your eyes still pinned to hers, a small smirk gracing your lips. You’d missed this, the adrenaline, the game of prediction, feeling . This was where you felt most alive, doing what you were made to do. The gift you had was a double-edged knife. Yes, it got you in this situation, but without it, you’d have been dead long before your years.

She strode forwards, you lunging low to the ground, effortlessly covering ground. You were now only a couple feet from each other. She crouched, attempting to mirror your battle style. The Twi’ goes to throw another dagger as you rolled to her left side. You’d sensed it before her hand even left the blade. Quickly standing to her side, you turned your head and looked into her eyes; they’re now wide, the confidence stripped bare, beneath the realisation that she’d maybe have bit off more than she could chew.

With this you dropped, kicking a leg to trip her from behind. Falling, she grabbed your collar, pulling you with her. Now falling atop, you righted yourself by bracing to the side, scrambling up into your stance. She went to lunge but paused. Glancing down she saw her belt was gone, confusion, then realisation swept her face to meet you gripping it, your right hand through a tightened loop and the other pulling it taunt.

I love that trick .

Grabbing another dagger she bound towards you, holding it outright in her right hand. You twisted to the side, wrapping her wrist in her own belt. She shifted, throwing a punch to your right cheek. No stupid mistakes. The anger at your mistake now bubbling you wrap her other hand in the belt as its retreating, her wrists now bound with yours. She hisses a snarl at you, “Bitch.” The smirk on your face grows a little wider now, the true fun only just beginning.

You shifted your weight harshly to the left, throwing her in a 180 to disorient and gain momentum. Dropping to your knees and twisting you bring your entwined wrists above your head and then yank over your right shoulder, bringing her down onto her back, head now facing you and her body strewn away from your core. You quickly unwind her wrists, forcing the belt down over her neck to strangle. You stretched out your left leg reaching for the knife that had dropped from her pouch with your toes, sliding it back to you with a kick. The knife now secured in your left hand, you edge it to her neck, only now looking back into her eyes. “A-lot to learn huh? Ironic.” The satisfaction in your voice over the play on words was clear, and so was the fear in her eyes. Oh, you loved proving people wrong, especially when they pretty much do it for you.

That's when you felt it, the temptation, the greed to end her now. Do it. You’ve done it before, yes, you can do it again, do it.

No. You’re not giving yourself up like that again. You barely made it back to yourself last time, don’t push your luck now, you’ve learnt since then. You’re a better person now, you think… killing like this. This is not the Way.

The smirk now leaving your face, you twist her round, knife now held to the back of her neck. Using the belt to secure her wrists you pull her up. Eyeing the empty cell on the other side of the hallway you walk her over. She’s protesting but stops as soon as you edge the tip of her own blade into the skin on the back of her neck. She tenses, but follows your directions to the cell, stepping in and turning to face you from within the room.

“Coward” She whispered, eyes attached to yours through the fury of defeat, her fake smile taunting you.

Oh, the temptation.

“Don't flatter yourself, Honey”.

Her smile drops along with the security door

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Ok, so I just finished editing this chapter. It’s my first fic and i’m just writing for enjoyment. I’ve finished chapter 4 and will obvs post more if ppl like this! Its tame rn but will get more spicy as time goes on ;) hope y'all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. best wishes, dindooku xx

i just read this back after 3 months and realised how bad my writing is lmao -> this was my first ever fic/writing and it tells lol, pls forgive me.

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bingespammy · 4 years

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Jason, stage whisper: Quiet. You guys hear that?

Reyna, stands at attention: An enemy?

Jason, pointing: There! Sounds like laughter!

Nico: Laughter? Oh, I hear it now. It's just a Blue-winged Teal

Reyna, walking in front: False alarm then? Good. Let’s keep moving.

Jason, lagging behind: Hey. How did you know what it was?

Nico: Googled it once. I spent time around here between trips to the labyrinth, the sound startled me the first time too.

Reyna: Wait, googled as in The internet?

Jason, eyebrows wrinkling: What?

Nico: Yeah? Here.

[brings out a phone]

Reyna: Gods, Nico's got a phone

Jason: That's a phone? Why is that a phone?

Reyna, confused: Why does *he* have a phone?

Jason: Don't look at me, this is also the first time I hear about it.

Reyna: You're his best friend, can't you ask him?

Nico, mockingly offended: *He* is standing right here

Jason, awkwardly: So... Is it a magic phone?

Nico: Does... it *look* like a magic phone?

[Jason drags Reyna away]

Jason, sheepishly: I have no idea what a normal phone looks like...

Reyna: I don't either, that was a terrible question I haven't seen a phone since I was little, are they supposed to be just a big screen? What if he's pranking us?

Jason: I don't know! I don't know anything! Wolves don't use technology and campers don't own phones!

Reyna: Okay, here's what we're going to do-

[They whisper for a while]

Jason, solemn: Nico. Reyna wants to have a word.

Nico, amused: So it seems.

Reyna, authoritative: Jason and me have reached a consensus.

[dramatic pause]

Nico, open palm gesture: Go on?

Reyna: We have come to the agreement that phones do not look like that.

Nico, feigning surprise: :gasp: You don't say!

Reyna: As such. The only viable conclusion is that you do not, in fact, have a phone in your hand, magical or otherwise.

Nico, deadpan voice: Oh. Glad you found a solution to that issue. Bureaucracy once again saves the day by bending the very fabric of reality to its whims. Phew.

Jason: Pfffttt

[Everyone loses it laughing]

Reyna: Seriously, though. Why do you have a phone?

Nico: For the same reasons anyone would have a phone, I guess?

Reyna: You don’t sound sure about that? Aren't those for calling, uh, living people?

Nico: I do know people. Plus, it's illegal to sleep outside in some countries and hotels ask for documentation. It's easier to find someone with an available couch online. Or look up a haunted house.

Jason, commenting: Well, That's intriguing. We're definitely coming back to that later.

Nico: Didn't think you'd be that interested.

[Reyna raises an eyebrow, there’s still explaining to do]

Nico: You probably missed it after joining camp. Phones are more for chatting, playing and researching nowadays. I can't remember the last time I met someone who'd rather get a call than a message.

Reyna: Since when?

Nico: I don’t know? Since I met my dad? A few months after, maybe?

Reyna: How?!

Nico: Bought it.

Reyna: No, how do you avoid monsters when you're carrying it around?

Nico: It's safe if I take out the battery and only use it a little before I shadow travel away. In fact, it works as a decoy to keep monsters focused far from where I'll be staying.

Reyna: Right. That- that should have been obvious.

Jason: Makes sense when shadow travel is an option.

Nico: There's also...

Jason: Hmm?

Nico: I mainly use it to get directions to McDonald's when I can't speak the local language wherever I end up at...

Reyna, frustrated: Figures, he goes abroad and still picks McDonald's

Jason, sighs resigned: Why am I not surprised...

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A/N: Just practicing character voices (let me know if the characterization is off), also I got inspired by the one post in Riordan’s site where Hades mentions Nico has a phone

#pjo #hoo #jason grace #reyna ramirez arellano #nico di angelo #my fics

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bastionkeeper · 5 years

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Write a short story about the first thing you see out the window!

It’s nighttime so my vision was slightly limited so all I saw was the window lit up next door. Also this isn’t a short story anymore cause I went way off the rails and got super into it and it got away from me and now this is a preview for a story I want to write asdlfkjasd;lfkj hope its good please tell me your thoughts guys is this worth writing more of cause I wanna.

The light in the house next door hadn’t gone off for several days now.

Normally, seeing the lights on in a neighbor’s house was no cause for alarm. In fact, one normally liked to see the neighborhood illuminated on a dark night, it brought a sense of safety and a false guarantee that no harm would come knocking on the door that looking to pilfer your Playstation. However, Lacey knew that the old man next door went to bed early, and that he turned off each light in his house one by one at 7 p.m. sharp.

Only one light was on, the one shining in the window across from Lacey’s living room. The only reason she noticed it was that her insomnia had worsened and she found herself spending several nights sitting on the couch searching for a show on Netflix that would fill up the emptiness in her chest with a story.

“Do you think he’s okay, Fizzgig?” she asked her cat, a lazy brown thing made of impressive weight and unmanageable tufts of fur. He was laying on the windowsill, glaring out the window seeing nighttime creatures only a cat’s eyes could see.

Fizzgig had no opinion on the matter, but he meowed anyway because that was just the polite thing to do when a human attempted to communicate with you.

“Yeah, he’s probably fine,” she said. “Maybe it just takes too much energy to get to that room these days, so he just leaves it on.”

Fizzgig batted at moth foolish enough to draw near him.

Lacey moved back to the couch, throwing her legs up on the coffee table and starting her Netflix browse again. However, as she searched for a show, she found herself skimming over titles without reading them. Her eyes kept being drawn back to the light in the window.

“... maybe I should go check on him?” Lacey mused. “I don’t want to do that. That’s weird right? Or is that just neighborly? Neighbors really don’t do that anymore, huh? I say that like I was around for the time neighbors hung out because we didn’t have streaming television. Not that technology is evil, just that it has the capacity for desocialization.”

Fizzgig was used to his owner yowling in such a manner. She got excited easily, and he found the best way to rectify this problem was to hop up onto her lap until she quieted down, her fingers finding their way to the soft spot behind his ear for some quality scratches.

“But he is really old…” Lacey said. “... if he’d fallen and couldn’t get up, and I could have helped him, but I didn’t cause anxiety, and then he died-! I would never be able to sleep again.”

Fizzgig complained loudly as Lacey stood, lifting him in her arms. She deposited him back on the couch and moved to the front door. She was still in her pajamas-shorts worn thin by age and a tank top with a popular anime character on it-but she grabbed a jacket from the hook to throw over them before stepping into a pair of sandals by the door.

“Be good, Fizzgig, protect my stuff,” Lacey said as she left.

Fizzgig watched her leave, before ignoring her orders in favor of chasing after the damned moth he’d decided was his ultimate rival.

Lacey shivered as she walked down the sidewalk and up the rickety steps leading to her neighbor’s front porch. It was strangely cold for a July night, and for a moment she even thought she saw her breath. She drew her jacket closer as she rang the doorbell.

No answer.

She waited a few minutes, then rang the doorbell again, and again there was no answer.

“Hello?” Lacey called, peeking in through the front window. The curtains were drawn, but she could see a bit of the room beyond through a slight gap in between them. Was that the figure of a fallen old man in there or was it just the shadows playing tricks on her?

“I’m not a home invader!” Lacey said, for anyone who might be watching, before trying the doorknob.

The door was unlocked, and opened with a creak. Lacey almost turned tail right then and there, as dark houses and creaking doors were two things she did not want to encounter alone. However, she could see the one illuminated room in the distance, and the thought of leaving someone who needed help scared her a lot more than ghosts.

Or maybe ghosts were scarier, but still.

She tip-toed across the darkened living room, moved through a dark hallway sticking close to the wall as if she could sink into it if danger came.

“Mister?” she called out. “Are you in here?”

She crept closer to the illuminated room, the dining room it looked like. Her heartbeat rang in her ears.

“Ghosts aren’t real,” she whispered to herself. “Ghosts only show up in scary movies and webcomics, and this is real life. I can’t have an origin story I just finished college I’m supposed to go into debt and find a roommate on craigslist and hope I don’t get axe murdered.”

Lacey took her final step into the dining room.

“Oh my god,” she said.

Then she screamed.

The old man was laying on the floor, his limbs bent in a way that didn’t look comfortable and clearly not breathing. He might have been dead. He was probably dead.

That isn’t what made Lacey scream.

“Whoa, whoa!” the floating purple thing in the corner said, gesturing with things that might have been hands in an appeasing manner. “Don’t freak out kid, I just slipped and popped out of my guy, that’s all! No problems here, alright? No one’s gonna get haunted, no one’s gonna die! It’s all good, got it?”

“Ghost!” Lacey accused, pointing at the purple spectre.

“Yeah, okay, that’s rude,” the ghost said. “What if I was like ‘human!’ all in your face, huh?”

“I am a human,” Lacey said.

“Yeah, but I’m sure you’ve got a name I could use instead,” the ghost said sarcastically. “For example, I’m Reggie, hi, nice to meet ya. What’s your name?”

“I’m… I’m Lacey, sorry did you just say Reggie?”

“The fuck is wrong with Reggie?” the ghost asked.

“I just…” Lacey paused, her fear being totally overwhelmed by the absurdity of her situation. “I expected something… scarier?”

“Why would my name be scary just cause I’m a ghost?” Reggie huffed. “You don’t get a ghost name when you die you know. ‘Oh hey, welcome to the spiritual plane, here’s your ghost name, you’re Tralifax the Miserable.’ I got a regular person name, okay?”

“That sounds like an alien name,” Lacey said.

“Sorry, I wasn’t really thinking of ghost names when you broke into my house, I wasn’t expecting to have to come up with one on the spot,” Reggie huffed. “Look… I need you to do me a favor while you’re here, okay?”

“A… favor?” Lacey felt dizzy, like she might fall over.

“First of all, take a deep breath,” Reggie said. “You’re hyperventilating, it’s gonna feel really shitty if you keep doing that. Next, I need you to break this jar I’m floating out of.”

“J… jar?” Lacey stammered. She looked to where Reggie was gesturing and saw that there was in fact a jar laying on its side on the floor. The purple smokey creature that called himself Reggie seemed to have a tail that stretched down into the jar.

“... if I break this are you gonna be free to kill and haunt me?” Lacey asked nervously.

“I mean, no I’m not gonna do that, but if I was I wouldn’t tell you so,” Reggie did something that must have been a shrug. “Take your chances. I’d appreciate it if you helped me but I ain’t gonna make you do something you don’t wanna.”

Lacey slowly approached the jar, glancing up at Reggie occasionally. She picked it up, and as she did Reggie seemed to adjust his position based on how the jar moved.

“... if you kill me, please feed my cat,” Lacey said, squeezing her eyes shut and throwing the jar against the ground as hard as she could.

The jar shattered, and as it did Lacey heard a loud sound like a gust of wind. When she opened her eyes, the ghost was gone, and the old man was picking himself up off the floor.

“Phew, thanks, kid,” Reggie said, his voice coming from the old man’s mouth. “Went and tripped carrying some evidence and got myself trapped. I was like that for days, it was really boring.”

Lacey felt her knees buckle underneath her, and suddenly the old man was catching her before she could hit the ground.

“Look, you sit down here, I’ll make some chamomile and I’ll explain things,” he said, pulling out one of the dining room chairs for her.

Reggie did in fact make tea, and brought it out to the table in a fancy porcelain teapot with matching teacups. He poured them each a cup, and offered Lacey a bowl of sugar cubes. She mindlessly went through the motion of stirring two of them into her tea, and only after her first sip did she speak.

“Do you have maybe something stronger?” she asked.

“What, like Earl Gray?” Reggie asked.

“Like Jack Daniels.”

“Jeez, you kids,” Reggie pulled a face. “Booze is no way to treat a panic attack. Drink your tea and take some cleansing breaths.”

Lacey did as she was told, and despite the fact that she was sitting at a table with a possessed old man, she found herself growing calmer.

“Okay,” Reggie said. “So, ghosts are real. You probably already suspected that but decided to ignore it cause it sounds scary. Sorry, but we’re real. Some dead people have unfinished business and they stick around. Nothing to be scared of really, I mean no more than you’re scared of other people. There’s ghosts of murderers and crooks, sure, but there’s ghosts of accountants and preschool teachers too. Some ghosts, like me, get lucky and make friends with a human that’s about to die totally satisfied with their lot in life. Old Percy here shed his mortal coil and bequeathed it to me so I could conduct my business tangibly on the mortal realm.”

“Wh...what are you saying…” Lacey said.

“Okay, the Sparknotes version,” Reggie groaned. “I was friends with the old guy. He croaked. Gave me his body so I could talk to humans and touch things. Need to do that for my job you see, I’m a spectral investigator and mortal mediator. I save ghosts from exorcists and people from malevolent spirits. I basically keep things nice and peaceful, and sometimes that requires saving some spiritual fellows from nasty ghost traps like that spirit jar. I brought it home to throw it in the evidence locker and tripped and wouldn’t ya know it but with my luck it didn’t shatter but I sure popped right out of Percy and into the trap.”

“You’re a ghost ghost hunter,” Lacey said.

Reggie looked at her with disdain, and sighed.

“Yeah. Yeah I’m a ghost ghost hunter,” he said. “Kinda makes my job look simple and small but if that’s what you wanna call me okay.”

Lacey sipped at her tea, and felt a bit underdressed for a ghost tea party in her pajamas.

“So,” Reggie said, pouring himself another cup. “Now that you know about me-”

“You have to kill me?” Lacey shrieked, standing up so quickly her chair fell to the ground.

“Forget the killing, no one’s killing!” Reggie shouted. “You heard me before right? I’m not the ghost of some murderer, I’m just a person! I’m talking to you, person to person, ghost to living being, and I’m asking you… if you can keep a secret.”

“... you mean, as long as I don’t tell people you’re a ghost… you won’t kill me?” Lacey asked.

“I won’t kill you even if you do tell,” Reggie said, his voice growing a little kind even though he was exasperated. “You helped me out, you’re a good kid, and I’m not a killer. Besides, if you did go around telling people the old man next door is a ghost… they wouldn’t believe you so... this secret keeping thing is really for your own good.”

Lacey cleared her throat, blushing, and put her chair back. She took a seat, making a big show of crossing her legs and placing her hands in her lap. She took a sip of her tea.

“This… ghost ghost hunting…” she said. “Does it pay well?”

“Does it pa… kid the fuck are you asking me?” Reggie groaned.

“I’m really short on rent and I’m looking for a side gig to make some extra cash,” Lacey admitted. “And it sounds like you need someone human nearby just in case stuff like this happens. And I’m terrified of ghosts but I’m more terrified of homelessness or moving back in with my parents because let’s be real capitalism is the real horror show here, so-”

“Stop.” Reggie put up a weary hand to stop her rambling. “Just… let me think about it, okay?”

“Really?” Lacey asked, surprise written all over her face. She really hadn’t been expecting anything but a refusal.

“Yeah, really,” Reggie sighed. “Go home, get some sleep-don’t think I don’t see you staying up all night watching cartoons-and tomorrow I’ll give you my answer.”

“Holy shit, wow, okay, cool,” Lacey said. “Cool, cool, co-”

“Stop talking,” Reggie said. “Home. Now. Sleep.”

“Right! Yeah! Sleep. That thing living people do aha… was that offensive?”

“Yes,” Reggie said. “Go.”

Lacey shot Reggie an awkward two finger salute before backing towards the hallway, bumping into the wall clumsily and spinning to face the way she was walking. She stumbled out of the house, and immediately had to bent over and put her hands on her knees as she gasped for breath.

“That was so fucking insane,” she gasped. “Okay, chill. Sleep time. Can’t sleep with adrenaline. Gotta calm down.”

As she straightened and made her way back to her apartment, Reggie watched her from the window. One aged hand held the curtain back as he saw the young woman trip up the stairs and look around to make sure no one had seen, before going inside.

“... well… I’m screwed,” he sighed. “I definitely gotta hire that disaster kid.”

#blatantbalderdash #ghosts #fiction #original work #title pending #ocs #sadistickitten #reblogs and comments okay and encouraged

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Boots reads Homestuck Epilogue(s) Part 5 - Meat Page 7

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Okay, time for Rose and Dirk to talk delicious politics or something.

Heh, customary show-end riots.

Rose, stop causing all of us undue alarm.

Ascending? Is she going to fade out into a concept or something???

Oh shit, Dirk’s doing something similar. Some sort of inevitability once God-Tier is reached or some such.

Dirk has a solution to the problem in the works. That’s... well, Rose already cautioned that that could be ominous. I hope it doesn’t involve decapitation. Or robot bodies, or turning her into an omniscient cueball or something.

==>

Okay, stage play time. I can see a weird-seeming text color choice for Caliborn down below, hm. Time to read down to there...

Ah, the classic finale-callback thumbs down. Nice.

...yeah, reinforcing the point he was trying to make a little less explicitly with his earlier finale of Homestuck that Lord English had really just, sort of, trapped them in this narrative that their ultimate reward would be to escape, realizing it never really mattered too much compared to their own long lives and happiness or something.

==>

Epilogue TWO?????? D:

Okay now it’s, like, Andrew commenting isn’t it.

Oh shit, it DOES suck them up and trap them? Huh. That explains how Jade was dealt with, I’d forgotten. Also because it was one of the huge goddamn unanswered fucking hugepoints that made it seem like a slap in the face when we were told it didn’t matter and-- yeah okay let me just keep reading.

Huh, broken glasses.

And, phew; the ages it takes is from an OUTSIDE perspective. Let’s see what it is from an inside perspective...

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Jaaaane!!! :D

Okay let’s read about Janey.

Mhmm, that’s not that surprising... Dirk knew that Karkat was going to run against Jane, but Jane didn’t, even though Dirk was ostensibly “working” for her. There’s definitely a plan here. Maybe it involves Jane and Karkat smooching publicly at the end. ...No, that’s just my wishful imagination talking, isn’t it.

Oh my god she’s screaming into a pillow at hearing she has competition. That’s adorable.

YES, JANE. UNDERESTIMATE KARKAT. YOU WILL FALL IN LOVE WITH HIM LIKE EVERYONE ELSE (though probably platonically). It does upset me that they’ve taken this long to really get acquainted, though; I’ve argued for years that their personalities are naturally compatible as the straight men for all their friends’ bullshit.

In fact, Jane is pretty sure that Karkat Vantas would probably literally burst into flame if too many people happened to look at him at the same time, like a vampire walking out into the sun.

Yes, but he’d get over it. And be a flaming president or something.

In fact, Jane cannot remember a single conversation she’s ever had with him that wasn’t about the economy. She thinks back to one time at John’s eighteenth birthday when Dave engaged her in a rigorous and rather one-sided debate about deregulation and the failure of “neoliberal austerity measures” until Karkat had to come over and put his hands over his roommate’s mouth to make him stop talking.

Oh my FUCKING god, it’s true. Dave’s appropriately liberal in the modern, Krugman-esque, statistically grounded way. Karkat has my vote already.

She’d be happy to accept a graceful, temporary defeat and let Karkat play president for a couple of years. After all, unlike her, he was not immortal.

Hey fuck you. Also, why the FUCK haven’t they used one of the myriad likely ways to extend Karkat’s lifespan basically indefinitely yet??? Heck, JANE could probably do it with Life powers if she crawled back out of her own butt! We already know the Condesce could extend other trolls’ lifespans with weird troll powers so Life powers are almost certainly enough to suffice. >:(

Ohhh, so maybe Jane is just, like... slightly traumatized by trolls? And thus a little tiny bit predisposed against trusting them cause of the Condesce? :(

Interesting how she views her past reliance on / pursuance of Jake as something that made her “weak” specifically.

Okay, I’m getting a slightly uncomfortable vibe that Jane is willing to almost play at seduction with Jake falsely to get his endorsement on--

And she’s willing to do more than that, too.

Okay FUCK, JANE. GET YOURSELF UNDER CONTROL. I’m starting to believe the shittalking the others have given about you! You’d better shape up by the end of this epilogue or what have you.

==>

Okay, trapped John can hear the other three through the walls of their prison or something.

Conversation and musings, conversation and musings.....

Wait, Jade LIVES with Dave and Karkat in that SAME HOUSE and they didn’t even mention it??!?? What is even up with their thing.

Heh, John’s thinking he really could have used a nice kismesis riling him up to better himself. That’s what they’re for, really.

There there, John.

==>

Oh my fucking GOD, Jane rolls with supply side economics??? TAKE. HER. DOWN.

And Jade is just... here? Huh.

Yeah they DEFS weren’t listening.

JADE: especially when JADE: there are much better things we could all be doing with our mouths.....

HOLY SHIT. HOLY SHIT. JADE IS SO INTO EITHER OF THEM THAT THEY CAN’T TAKE IT, CAN THEY. THAT’S FUCKING AMAZING OH MY GOD

Her tail swishes from side to side

SINCE WHEN DOES SHE HAVE A FUCKING TAIL HOW IS THAT SUDDENLY CANON

I’M NOT MAD IM JUST SURPRISED

Wasn’t that something that the ask-responses from Andrew said she canonically DIDN’T have or what the fuck

Since I guess it wasn’t confirmed IN CANON he just decided he liked it enough to offer it here or???? I DON’T KNOW????

Wow why am I all worked up by this all of a sudden. It’s just transferring from her earlier line isn’t it.

three of her bras

Okay no nevermind Andrew’s just fucking with us.

...Even though this can probably still be considered canon. Which only makes how he’s fucking with us work even better, really. I mean, why WOULDN’T he lob this at us on the ten year anniversary and watch us squirm, really. There’s no incentive not to.

--oh wait wait never mind reading further these are just bras from different days she threw over the couch. PHEW. I thought for a second that we were dealing with dog anatomy stuff that would REQUIRE multiple bras on her. Jesus. I wonder if Andrew intentionally phrased things so some people would think that for a minute.

JADE: also you know trolls dont actually have two dicks dave thats an offensive stereotype

Pffffff

Wait, is it that Dave and Karkat’s relationship isn’t quite full-hearts sexual and Jade is incessantly shipping them?? :O

because that’d be hilarious too?? --*reads*

YESSSS JADE BEING SUPER STAT WHIZ WITH HER SUPER PARTOMNIDOG SPACE BRAIN YES

The thing about Jade Harley is that she’s not as good at personal things as she is at other things. Like science, or mastering fraymotifs, or kissing, the last of which she has definitely put a lot of levels into over the past few years because, well, what else are you supposed to do with immortal godhood once you hit the age where the dog hormones start kicking into overdrive?

f uck

dog hormones

i’m wheezing

Alright, Jade’s springing a thorough relationship talk on them. That’s cool. Also she’s throwing statistics in there and I LOVE that now that Jade is older we’re reinforcing just how scary science smart she is, I can’t wait to see other people roleplaying her properly because of it too.

...Yeah Jade would definitely date a chess couple

Jade sighs and crawls closer. She takes one of Karkat’s hands in hers.

JADE: i think wed all work good together

AAAAAAAA :D :D :D

JADE: and i think weve been dancing around that for years now JADE: i wanna try dating for real KARKAT: HAVE YOU EVER CONSIDERED KARKAT: SORRY IF WHAT I’M ABOUT TO SAY TOTALLY BLOWS YOUR MIND KARKAT: DATING A SINGLE PERSON, FOR MORE THAN HALF A SWEEP, FOR REASONS OTHER THAN INITIATING THE CONCUPISCENT EXCHANGE OF FLUIDS?

PFFFFFFFFFFFFF OH MY FUCKING GOD THIS IS PERFECT

Jade being

literally the thirstiest person in this ENTIRE CAST OF CHARACTERS

to the point that everyone’s calling her out on it

in something that’s virtually goddamn canon

holy fucking shit I love everything. I love life. Living in a universe where this hilarious shit happens is fun.

....pFFFF JADE DIDN’T KNOW OBAMA WAS REAL THIS IS AMAZING

Ooh, dueling god-tier powers for petty reasons.

OH NO DICK DRAWINGS ARE LIKELY IMMINENT

THAT OR A CHART

OR BOTH

...yeah her hair would get everywhere, wouldn’t it.

yes make fun of ship names some more

What Jade leaves in her wake is not quite the emotional scorched-earth situation that she was going for, but a few of her needles have definitely gotten under some skin. Dave and Karkat both stare after her, silently caught in their own private rationalization spirals.

So this whole time Jade’s been all “JUST KISS ALREADY” and they’ve been all “what no” and now she’s just laid it all out in the open and left them to it. Yeah that sounds about like what would’ve happened.

Aaaand of course, since this is Dave and Karkat, they just choose to stall some more and play video games. Jade really DOES complete this relationship with her pushing them to accept reality and stop downplaying their own feelings and self-esteem and all. But that’s what I thought would happen BEFORE I even read any epilogue stuff so I’m biased.

==>

Pff, Vriska time.

You’ve now got two bitches of either gender at your side

Vriska, shame! Don’t use that kind of language!!

Yep, this version of her didn’t learn her lesson and is still pretty much completely delusional.

Alright, Real Terezi™ is still flying out in the abyss trying to scoop Vriska out of this jam, cool, cool.

Flailing and spinning, screaming, not being able to see the final event or whatever-- someone save her already we know it’s gonna happen!

JOHN: Emerge from the juju.

Oh. Well, that’s uncomfortably in line with earlier presumably-discredited theories. About John saving Vriska from the black hole the Green Sun left in its wake and all. :|

Yawns too wide and snaps in half? The moment he was dreaming about?

==>

Oh hai Jake. This really IS the perfect time to get to see some attempted-exploitative discomfort between Jane and you. I mean that! The narrative timing is pretty hilarious.

The sunset has turned the head offices of Crockercorp into a shimmering glass monolith—a beacon, if you will, of the future, visible for miles in every direction.

Jane probably likes to think about it that way at least.

Wow, Jane REALLY sounds like she needs to be knocked down a peg or seven.

The whole place is candlelit, and Jane is reclining on her desk, sprawled out like a lounge singer on a grand piano.

OH MY FUCKING GOD JANE STOP BEING A SLIMEBAG!!!! D: D: D:

Thank you, Jake, for coming through and tanking this.

This is not really the kind of conversation you initiate if you’re looking to extract a sexual deal out of someone. It is, however, the kind of conversation that you might have with a childhood friend who has become somewhat emotionally estranged from you.

THANK FUCKING GOD. Jane has been saved from herself for the moment.

Okay I see a whole bunch of paragraphs of black text down below just as these two are likely coming together for a kiss. Uh oh.

...Yep, kiss there. And, uh...

Okay whew, most of it is Jake privately soliloquy-ing to the narrative about the circumstances leading up to this. I can deal with that.

...Oh my god he keeps thinking of Dirk while getting in close to Jane. This is gonna blow up in his face isn’t it.

Reading on....

--Ah, yeah, he just realizes he’s more into Dirk I guess. Ouch. Ouch, Jane.

DIRK: Were you nice to him? JANE: Well, I... DIRK: I told you, you can’t be nice to Jake. JANE: ...

PPFffffffffff

DIRK: Why don’t you leave Jake to me?

Now ain’t that telling?

Ooh, getting down to plot business with Rose.

==>

Back to John. I see a bit that says “Listen” there, is he going to hear Vriska screaming? Or is Terezi going to pick her up? Since, like, I mean she has the jetpack and has been searching for her longer and stuff.

Yep, big ol’ LE tantrum. Though alt!Calliope seems at least as much at fault for the end of the universe as him, if not moreso.

Ah, right, Andrew wanted us to THINK he’d hear Vriska screaming just so he could troll us like that. Makes more sense, anyway.

Huh, the Juju just pops away.

OW. Down a spare Rose, just like that, huh? Probably part of why main Rose knew what the plan was supposed to be for all this.

Ah right, can’t use your Green Sun powers here, Jade.

OW. Another quasi-doomed side-character death.

Yep, you have to make a tough, leaderly decision and let go. :C --Oh crap, you saved her body. Are you gonna put the ring there or what, I’m not sure where that’s going plotways.

Pff, the whole fight going south just due to John losing his glasses... that’s pretty funny from a perspective.

Oh huh, real ghost Tavros gets nuked.

Oh shit, Meenah’s going in! Don’t die, I actually care about this version of you!!

--Ah, thrown out and fate unclear, that’s a bit better than clear death.

Hm, Davepeta vs English round two? I wonder what the purpose of all of this really is, anyway, beyond just a sense that some only implied-wrapped-up things are being actually wrapped up? This whole Meat arc? Is Candy going to be ultimately more important to everyone, as was part of the point, or? Huhhm.

Final Round!!

Hammer buffet!

Slight obligatory feelings allusion via hammer!

Oh no! VORE!!! D:

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < wrow you almost got vored to death

Phew, avoided

Ow, another decapitation. There’s a killing blow and being trapped forever in a black hole for LE to look forward to, though. Weren’t there theories about him being trapped forever at the center of that black hole or whatever? Huh. I mean there WAS the garbage disposal that his metaphorical Jigsaw-head gets stuck in early in the comic after all.

Alright, Davepeta sticks him in there? Cool.

Yeah, you just had to remind us that he’s going to be plunging into his dead sister’s gaping hole, didn’t you? >:|

Davepeta. How they were so unfettered and brave. How they sacrificed themselves by flying right into the black hole like...

Like a fucking piece of garbage, you can almost hear Dave saying. May God rest his soul.

Yup. Closing another callback. Why is it silent, though? Did the black hole stop sucking now that it’s gotten almost everything but John, or is it just his blackout? I mean, is the end of everything just a thing that “happens” (which is still pretty fine, Paradox Space had a pretty good run), or did it just stop, or is it yet to be resolved or re-John-creates-Paradox-Space’s-beginning-because-hes-the-only-thing-left-constituted if he inexplicably doesn’t die from his heroic wounds or? And Terezi definitely didn’t go flying around Paradox Space’s dying remains just to get sucked in too, right? I definitely haven’t seen the whole picture yet I guess.

==>

Alright, back to Rose... actually this post’s getting long so I’ll cut here and keep going in another post.

#Homestuck #Homestuck Epilogue #upd8 #Homestuck Liveblog #bladekindeyewear #BlastYoBoots

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TRR Chapter Tie-Ins

A/N: Just a wee reminder that this is an incomplete series that I can’t finish due to some personal life issues, and the scenes in this story are not canon. Actually, I didn’t include many canon scenes at all. It’s sort of an exposition on the canon scenes in TRR Book 1. But I hope you all will enjoy the few chapters that are yet to come. Thank you for your support so far!

Pairing: Liam x MC

Chapter 1: Once Upon A Time

Chapter 2: Welcome to Cordonia

Chapter 3: Reunited

What the hell was wrong with these women? Acting like they were on a European version of that show... what was it called? Mr. Bachelor or something. Riley hated it when girls were mean to each other. That too over a boy. Well, Liam was no ordinary "boy" but that still didn't justify the Testy Three's behaviour towards Hana. "You sure you're all right?", Riley asked her. Hana looked up and smiled, "Yeah. I'm sure. Thanks again" "And again, you're welcome" They made their way back into the ballroom. An orchestra played light music, making the ambiance pretty perfect. People mingled. Riley's eyes sought Liam among the crowd. "Riley, look", Hana said. On following Hana's gaze, she found Liam standing in the centre of a small crowd of really old, really rich looking men. Her favourite Prince seemed attractive to her even while he simply... talked. Hana, bless her heart, told her with much excitement, "He keeps looking your way" And sure enough, Riley caught Liam sneaking a glance towards her. Her stomach seemed to flutter inside as he gave her a small smile. It only reached the corners of his mouth, but there was genuine happiness in his eyes. Riley blushed and smiled back at him. "Aw", Hana cooed at the wordless interaction. Riley had to look away from Liam when her little clutch vibrated. Her phone did actually. She checked and saw Dani was calling. "Hana, excuse me. I have to take this"

'Damn' She had caught him staring. Not his fault she was so beautiful. Liam gave Riley a sheepish smile before turning his attention to the Duke. How was he supposed to keep a stoic face, to go on and greet people like nothing had happened? She had stood right before him and he hadn't recognised her. The mask had been between them but he should have been able to tell that voice from anywhere. "And how does a Prince greet a beautiful mystery woman?" This Prince, if he could, would have swept that mystery woman in his arms and showed her just how happy he was to see her. 'She's here!' "...of course, Your Grace, the economy has been...", Liam was talking. He was afraid he would lose his mind and just yell at the withered old peer before him. "She's here, Duke-sy! Listen, all of you - Riley's here!" But he managed to end that conversation without referencing a certain American. Before he could catch his breath though, another noble was upon him. Out of a sense of duty, Liam truly tried to give his undivided attention to each guest that approached him. But he felt as crazy as a teenage boy. The girl he liked was in that very room. She had travelled halfway across the world for him. And god, she had asked him if he was doing okay. "...do like poodles." He smiled and nodded at Lady Penelope but his eyes scanned the room for Riley. Where was she?

Sisterly instincts kicking in, Riley forgot everything else and sought some privacy for the phone call. Why was Dani calling? Did something happen? Was Mr. Burns okay? "Hey" "Hey yourself, you wily minx!", Dani exclaimed. "What are you talking about? Is everything alright there?" "Everything's fine! I just listened to your voicemail now and had to call back. You better send me a pic of you in that dress" Okay. Phew. False alarm. "I thought you might be taking your afternoon nap", Riley said. "I am too excited to sleep! Did you meet Liam? What did he say?" Riley smiled, recalling their meet and greet from just a while ago. "I did. He seemed happy to see me" "Just happy?" "Okay. Elated" "Eeeep!" Wincing, Riley held the phone away from her ear while her sister squealed. "Oh my god, he is so adorable, Riley! Do not let this one go. You hear me? He's so fricking precious!" "Actually, I might have underestimated the competition. Yes, there is actual competition among the girls here to be picked as Liam's bride" "So what? Screw them. Liam likes you" "It's not that simple" 'We're not in New York anymore' She didn’t want to think about it. "And the other bachelorettes are here to win. They could use a fresh coat of personality, but they have a lot going for them" "That is so ridiculous”, Dani said, “You have much more to offer than they do!" "Like what?" "Well, flash Liam your boobs and he'll kick the bachelorettes out in a heartbeat" "You're shameless" Dani only laughed at that. And because her twin couldn’t see her, Riley allowed herself a smile too. "Look, sis. You're not there to compete. You're there for an adventure and to get to know Liam a little better. Do not, I repeat, do not overthink about your future there and the possibilities and probability of you winning. No calculations at all. Just relax and have a good time" For all her carefree exuberance, Dani made her feel foolish sometimes. Riley sighed into the phone, "You're so right" "Always" "I almost forgot to tell you. This girl, Olivia, she is like a Cordonian Amy. Remember Amy from college? Collins' girlfriend?" "Ew. You have another Amy there? Wasn't one enough for this world?" "Apparently not. I swear, she is such a brat. There's this other girl, Hana, really sweet and friendly. Olivia had the audacity to insult her in front of everyone. For no reason at all! I tried so hard not to get involved but I couldn't just keep quiet" "Oh man. This is just like the time you told Amy off, remember? She used to make fun of Harper, the religious girl from Ohio?" "Damn. I remember Harper. And I remember getting mad at Amy" "You scared Mark too. He came rushing into our dorm and was like - 'Your sister just got right up into Amy's face and put the fear of Spencer in her. I was terrified and turned on at the same time'" "Mark", Riley laughed, "I never understood why a good guy like him stuck with Amy" Dani's tone changed, "Yeah. Me neither" She said before Riley could speak, "Anyway! You have fun at your Masquerade ball. Make sure you show off your charm to Liam, if not something else. Hey, do you want to read this test piece I wrote? It's got great advice. I'm calling it 'Nine Ways To Make A Lasting Impression On A Guy'" "Later. I'm sure it's great. Thank you. Take care now, okay? I'll talk to you tomorrow" "Yep. Knock 'em dead!", Dani hung up. Before Riley could put her phone back in, it vibrated again. The caller was - "Frank", she grimaced.

Liam stifled a yawn. Poor Penelope seemed duller with every word, which was a pity since she was such a refined young lady. "No, I'm afraid I have never had a poodle" He was looking at Lady Penelope's eyes and wondering why Riley's eyes always looked so full of dreams. He pretended to smile at something Lady Penelope said when in actual, he was smiling at something he had just realised. Maxwell hadn't just brought Riley into his life. He had brought hope.

Riley answered and put the phone to her ear. Frank started yelling the second he heard her. "Spencer, this better not be true! You dare to bail on my bar on the busiest day of the month?! I could fucking sue you! There are a thousand other stupid waitresses like you in New York! I will have you replaced in an hour if you don't get your ass to work and apologize!" As calm as could be, Riley replied, "I hope you do sue me, Frank. It would be good practice for me. Oh, wait. I never told you I'm almost a lawyer, did I?" The voice on the other end mellowed down significantly. "Lawyer? You?" "Mm-hm. It will be such fun to slam your sadist, egotistical ass into the ground. Off the top of my head, I can mention at least 7 health code violations in that shit-hole you call a bar. You do know what happens to bars that have rats?" "You wouldn't d..." "I would, because I have had enough of your crap, Frank. Now you do me a favor. Go in the back. See that apron over there? Put it on and start bussing tables. Cause I'm out. Bye!" She hung up. 'That was... quite the rush' Had she forgotten how much she loved putting jerks in their place? 'Damn' Riley's heart was racing. Ever since the "incident" at school, she hadn't even raised her voice at someone. Life seemed to say it would be okay if she kept her head down and let things be. But this is who she was. Fighting for herself, for the things she wanted, for the people she cared about. Maybe Dani wasn't just being supportive. Maybe it was Lady Riley Spencer whom all the other suitors ought to be afraid of.

With a sated sigh, Riley put the phone in her bag and turned to enter the ballroom again. Maxwell was at her side in an instant. "...to dance?" She saw Liam talking to one of Olivia's sidekicks. And she smiled. No more rolling over. That dance with Liam belonged to her.

Noble readers: @thatspicegirlssong @bowful @zaffrenotes @pixieferry @femmeshep @hopefulmoonobject @indescribablechoices @angelicfangirl @cordonianredruby @brightpinkpeppercorn @princesaakl @romanticatheart-posts @cordoniaqueensworld @cordoniantrash @blznbaby @museofbooks @smalltalk88 @stopforamoment @jyreusser85 @cordonianredruby @custaroonie @mynameiskaylabella @indiacater @lizzybeth1986 @blackcatkita @gardeningourmet @lodberg @zilch3 @thecordoniandiaries @fanfictionrecommendations-com @perfectprofessorherokid

#the royal romance #faniction #liam x mc #trr #riley & dani #trr liam #prince liam #king liam

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constructiongirl-blog1 · 5 years

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A girl walks into a construction site

5:07, isn’t that when I set the alarm for? Clearly not. 5:08, I can barely look. Why has my alarm not gone off yet? 5:09 and my ears are graced with the what is meant to be gentle wake up alarm my phone is programmed with. Phew. I’m awake. Of course I’m awake. I was so stressed about not being awake that I have been awake for the past two hours, checking my phone and reassuring myself that I can close my eyes for a while longer. I stumble out of bed, still feeling the effects of the 7 beers the night before. Grabbing my phone to use as a torch I rummage around my bag until I find the three items I brought with me that might be acceptable for a job on a construction site. I make two clumsy rolls, assuming I will be starving and still not being able to see in the pitch black room. Yes, I know what you’re thinking, if you can’t see why not turn on a light? That may have worked for Dumbledore but I’m assuming when he said it he didn’t have two flatmates that had got in at 2am, one of whom was still in her clothes lying on top of the sheets. Though I attempt to eat some breakfast, I start wincing with every bite as I begin to feel more and more like I am going to be sick. I leave the remainders of my apricots and cheapest cereal Countdown has to offer, grab my rucksack and that’s it; I’m off. I make the massive commute of eight minutes down the road from the hostel to the labour office headquarters, the whole time debating why I am doing this. Then, I arrive. My trepedatious foot somehow makes it through the door and suddenly I am surrounded by men in high vis vests, men in steel capped boots and men looking bored of waiting for a their name to be called out to go for a job. In case you hadn’t gathered, the main theme there was men. I became very aware of how blonde, pale and tiny I looked in comparison to the majority of my companions. I spotted one other girl, though she didn’t seem to be in a mood to make friends so that was it, I was on my own and determined to show I could pull off the fluorescent orange vests just as well as the men. Once I had been given my gear, hard hat and all, I was gifted with one of those draw string bags that everyone seems to have lying around in case of the event that they might suddenly have to go on a school swimming trip at any moment. I felt like I had been officially initiated into this tribe that I knew so little about. Still cautious, I decided to sit down quietly and avoid making eye contact with these tattoo-laden, bulky men. It turned out I didn’t make the rules in the office though as promptly after sitting down, an older man to the side of me started asking me about myself before advising me that the bar in his hostel is the greatest for when you want to chill after work. Finally, after I had seriously contemplated walking out and what I was doing in this office, a guy shouted my name and said they had a job for me. Shortly after, I was asked to follow this stranger into his car and for some reason, as it is for work so who could be dodgy in that situation, I did as instructed. Thankfully there turned out to be another girl going to the same job but I wouldn’t know she was friendly until a few hours after this. We drove for twenty minutes out of the city, the driver assuring us falsely that it would be a thirty minute bus ride back, until we arrived at the construction site. Not only THE construction site I was going to have to work on for my first day but also THE first construction site I have been into. By this point, I had learnt that the girl placed with me has been with the company for a month so I watched her like a hawk and then morphed into a sheep, copying all that she did to pretended that I fit in. Each site has a manager and I could almost feel the guy’s doubt as he looked us both over. Nonetheless, he and we both knew that we were stuck with eachother for the day so we may as well at least pretend to trust that we know what we’re doing; though that was more for me than him. Still feeling sick I spent the morning wondering if I was going to vomit where would be the best place in a large warehouse full of materials. I couldn’t decide though and simply tried to hold it down and distract myself with the back pain I was experiencing from carrying wood, metal and carpets that my muscles simply aren’t quite big enough to cater for yet. Somehow the pair of us got through the day, although a table did drop on my leg and this was relatively painful. Despite all of my initial thoughts, I wasn’t stressed out when we finished and am contemplating returning for a second day. Not before I endure all the stress of setting an early alarm though, but it looks like that is the price you pay for being given a pair of slightly too big steel capped boots. I wonder how long I’ll perceive myself as a stranger in this situation, knowing I don’t fit in but trying desperately to pretend that I can.

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tellywoodtrash · 6 years

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dang starting off with anika standing outside the room cordoned off with all the crime scene tape. kindaaaaa gutting.

also, is there a point of all this tape? like... it’s in their HOUSE... who’s to know if anyone goes in and tampers with the active crime scene as it is rn? shouldn’t the police have finished up all the crime scene investigation, cleaned up the scene and left the room free for use? if not, post guards there to prevent trespassing. yeh kya baat hui ki tape maar diya aur chal diye?

shivaay’s just zombie walking through the house. cool.

oh, what’s this? what’s he gathering himself for?

greaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat. he’s going to do “biwi nahi ho” waala jaap, to make her feel even worse. bitch did you even have a proper conversation with her about nancy in your fucking bed???????? how the fuck do you think she feels about THAT?

“main nahi chaahta ki duniya tumhe khooni ki biwi kahe.”

uh that’s nice and all, but that’s what they’re gonna call her anyway. since it’s now official record (as per the statements given by EVERYONE to the police) that she’s your wife.

LMAO “NAYE SHEHAR MEIN CHALE JAO”. WOW. GHAR SE HI NAHI, SHEHAR SE BHI NIKAAL RAHA HAI.

(which is what he threatened chachi with on anika’s bday. seems like it’s his go-to plan in any given scenario in this universe.)

lol of course this dheent won’t go.

main hoti toh mast shimla jaake khud ka ek chotaaaa sa bed and breakfast kholti. and it’d have a tiny apple orchard too... and the bnb would have its own resident doggie, a giant floofy sheepdog. maybe two, three bunnies as well... a few chickens that’ll provide eggs...

ok sorry. i got carried away by the dreams of a new life fully bankrolled by a murder suspect billionaire husband. *sigh* some girls have all the luck.

“tum apni zindagi ko mushkil mein daalna chaahti ho!”

LMAO WASN’T THAT ESTABLISHED SINCE THE DAY SHE VOWED TO MAKE YOU PUT THAT MANGALSUTRA ON HER, BY HOOK OR CROOK?

“kyunki aap mere pati hai.”

i swear to the lord above, every time i hear this bs, i lose 8 years off my lifespan.

there. she said it once more. at this rate by the end of this track, imma be dead by 32. (and the show will still be on. and these two fuckers will STILL BE AT IT.)

“agni ko sakshi maanke aapki har pareshaani aur mushkil mein saath dene ka vachan diya hai maine.”

uhhhhhhhhhhhh lmao no you didn’t? you weren’t even fucking conscious during the phere. pata nahi TAB iske hosh thikaane nahi the, ya AB nahi hai.

whatever i’m giving up on her bs and just enjoying his excellent hangdog face.

oh suddenly she has a phd in clinical psychology and is a therapist.

“naa main aapka saath chodungi, naa aapka haath.”

lmaooooooooooo his face is like ‘srsly what the fuck i gotta do to get this chick off my back????? nancy ka toh khoon maine nahi kiya, lekin shaayad ISKA karna padega.’

some more puppy face.

+ 10 to her for asking consent (though maybe -3 for not actually waiting for a solid yes.)

oh good for you, shivaay! you haven’t regressed into not knowing how to hug back! i’m proud of you!

damn he really needed that hug. my poor broken son.

great, the world’s most sasta CSI team is on the case.

“we have to prove shivaay is innocent.” “how?” “by finding evidence that he is.” LMAO WOWWWWW AISE TOH HUMNE SOCHA HI NAHI OM!!!!!!!!!!! THANKS CAPTAIN OBVIOUS.

ummmmmm no shivaay. you can be proven innocent without knowing who the real murderer is. that’s exactly what om just said.

tight security my assssssssssss.

om is literally the worst detective ever.

.......... ARE YOU KIDDING ME? THOSE TWO WERE NOT SOBER. THEY WERE SLOSHED BEFORE YOU EVEN JOINED THEM.

lmaoooooooooooo ofc noone believes him. aur banaa milaavati punch har party ke liye.

bro, just the display for the cameras were damaged. the cameras should still be doing their fucking thing. just hook it up to a new display system.

oh goooody! shivaay’s trespassing into the crime scene and adding some more of his dna and shit in there. brilliant!

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THAT SASTA ZOOM OUT/SUPERIMPOSED IMAGE. (look closely in upper left window and wave at shivaay!)

AND ISN’T THAT THE BUILDING HE MAAROFIED CHALAANG FROM BUT WITHOUT THE CGI ADDED 30 FLOORS????/

ALSO THE OBEROI GROUNDS ARE SO LARGE, THERE’S NO WAY ANY BUILDING IS CLOSE ENOUGH TO CATCH WHAT’S HAPPENING INSIDE THE HOUSE. WHAT COMPLETEEEEEEEE RUBBISH.

oh boy. bhavya’s not happy at the reports. looks like she’s going to have to arrest mr. oberoi, who she’d just gotten around to liking.

oh god now who’s this ARMAAN SAXENA???? (also pfffffffffft, such a typical tellywood “rich person” name.)

i love how this building ka cctv footage focuses more on oberoi mansion than its own premises.

good to see officer dad still be supportive to bhavya.

LMAO COOL. NOT SUSPICIOUS AT ALL.

THIS IS HIS BIG PLAN??????? SETTING OFF THE FIRE ALARMS???????

.... how did they check the entire building to know it’s a false alarm sooo quickly?

also lmaooooooo are you telling me alllll the security footage of this big commercial complex is stored in a laptop???????/ that shivaay is now just putting a usb drive into and taking??????????????? LOLOLOLOLOLOL. AMAZE.

whaaaaaaaat the fuck are they even getting from this one mile away ka footage?

LMAO THAT DHUNDLA FIGURE BEYOND THE CURTAINS? REALLLLLY?????

ok come the fuckkkkkkkkkkk on, that’s soooooooooo obviously mohit. like fuck, it could not MORE obviously be him. look at the build and height.

btw so glad this episode has had no mohit (beyond this) so far. phew.

are these fuckers blind????? how can they not tell that this is mohit????? he’s got like 3 inches and 5 more kilos of solid muscle on him compared to shivaay.

LMAO WHY DOES FWDING A DIGITAL VIDEO FILE PRODUCE THE TAPE WINDING WAALA NOISE?

wow rudra has no issues watching someone get murdered. everyone else is flinching and looking away but he’s watching it with eyes wide open.

DUDE YOU’RE SO IDIOTIC, IT’S NOT YOU, YOU DUMBASS. LORD.

anika and om’s only tassalli is “yeh (tu) nahi ho sakta.” provide proof you idiots.

shivaay is on his ownnnnnn trip. godddddddddddd.

rudra’s been studying law from like... tv or something. he has some bare minimum knowledge, but most of it seems to be from watching too many late night CID/crime patrol/saavdhan india reruns.

great. om’s panicking. that should be reassuring for shivaay. that his wall is falling apart.

this one is imagining himself chakki peesing and peesing and peesing already.

LMAO OK THE POLICE SIRENS RIGHT AT THAT MOMENT ARE NOT HELPING.

MOHIT IS STILL IN THIS FUCKING HOUSE??????????? WHY THE FUCK??????????????????

of course it’s gonna be shivaay’s fingerprints. mohit kachcha khilaadi thodi hai.

lmao i reallllllllllly love how bhavya tells mohit and rudra to stfu every time they act too smart. this itself has made me a bhavya fan. you go girl. shut down their mansplaining.

fucking dumbasses, trying to teach her her job. ACP BANNA HALWA HAI KYA???????

WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU PPL THINKING OF CALLING THE COMMISSIONER INSTEAD OF A FUCKING LAWYER???????????

again, bhavya having to explain her job to these fucking idiots. lord. i hate men.

ofc tej doesn’t help. or let om do anything to help. he can literally die in a fire.

daaaaamn that wall of oberois.

also feeling more sexual tension between om/bhavya than rudra/bhavya.

lol kunal just has some kinda weird sexual chemistry with literally everyone huh.

DO NOT TELL ME SHIVAAY’S DUMB ASS RAN AWAY AGAIN. PLEASE.

OMFG. THIS FUCKING IDIOT. WHAT THE FUCK IS EVEN WRONG WITH HIM????????????

#ishqbaaz #ishqbaaaz #ib episode liveblogs #episode liveblogs

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us2dinosaurplanet · 3 years

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Ultimate Story 2: Dinosaur Planet-Chapter 8: Welcome Back, Ocean Princess

After releasing the spirit, Fox and Pikachu were immediately sent back to the Warpstone area in Thorntail Hollow. Warpstone: “Right there, Fox. It’s time for you and your friends to head down to the Seaside.” Misty: “The Seaside? You mean the…the…?” Warpstone: “The beach? Yes, that’s what I mean.” Misty: “Oh! It’s like a dream come true. Who knew that I would return to the ocean some day? I…I can’t believe that this is happening. I feel so special.” Warpstone: “Eh, what’s wrong with her?”Fox: “Well, let’s just say you don’t know how happy you’ve made her.” Kazooie: “Oh, great, there she goes, talking ocean again. Just when I was about to enjoy another month without her doing this.” Fox: “Oh, shut up, birdbrain. You only heard her talk ocean once this journey and meanwhile, how many times have you annoyed us with your squawking? Besides, I feel sort of glad to hear her talking ocean again.” Bubbles: “Me, too!” Warpstone: “Well, get going. Just standing there and dreaming about it isn’t going to there faster, you know.” Misty: “You’re right! Let’s go!” Warpstone: “But before you leave, I have something for you.”

He then took out another scarab bag. Warpstone: “Here you go. Ready for you when you needed it.”Misty: “Great, can we leave now?” Warpstone: “Yes! Go, now! And be sure to check the post signs for directions.”

And so, Fox and his friends left the Warpstone area. Tricky: “What did you guys mean when Misty was “talking ocean”?” Fox: “Oh, it’s just a little something we made up whenever Misty starts talking about the ocean a lot.” Kazooie: “Yeah. It was mostly an insult.” Fox: ” Kazooie!” Kazooie: “What? I’m only telling the truth.” Fox: “Kazooie, just…just shut up, OK? I don’t want to hear another word out of you.” Kazooie: “Jerk!”

After hearing the Thorntails and Shabunga, the Thorntail store owner, talk about a beautiful beach area being controlled by the Sharpclaws called Cape Claw, they finally had a chance to see this beach for themselves. With the help of the post sign and Peppy’s world map, they know exactly where to go.

They headed through a gateway behind the Arwing, through a tunnel and around a fence to a long path with a gold scarab at the end in front of a gate. It asked them to feed it 60 scarabs to enter the maze to Cape Claw. Fox fed it the scarabs and the gate behind it opened up and they went in. At the end of the maze is a well that lead them through an underground tunnel to Cape Claw. Phew! It’s about time they made it.

As they entered, Fox ran ahead of his friends, until he saw them. That’s right, the beautiful beaches of Cape Claw. He was amazed from the sight. Fox: “Wow! It’s beautiful. Oh, Misty’s going to love it.”

He ran back to his friends. Fox: “Misty! Misty, you won’t believe this. We’re here.” Misty: “We…we are?” Fox: “Yeah, we are. Come on.” Misty: “OK, I’m coming.”

Then, hand and hand, Fox and Misty walked down the path together until Misty was able to see the beautiful beaches herself. She was surprised and speechless. She didn’t smile, but she wasn’t sad or angry; just surprised. She looked at Fox, who was smiling, but she didn’t make a face at him, or any for that matter. When she turned her head and flew up in the air, Fox’s smile began to fade. When the others caught up with him, he grew worried. Fox: “She…she didn’t smile. What happened? Was it something that I did?” Bubbles: “I believe you did…absolutely nothing wrong.” Peach: “I thought what you did was very sweet, leading her here.” Fox: “I hope she thought the same thing, as well.”

Peach activated her PPG suit. Peach: “Well, there’s only 1 way to find out.”

Bubbles and Peach flew in to the air while Fox, Banjo and Rayman ran down to the closest beach to them to catch up with the girls. As they approach the beach, they saw Misty kneeling in front of the water and staring down at her reflection on the water. Then, she saw Fox’s reflection right next to hers. When she looked up, she saw Fox kneeling right next to her and smiled at her just like in her reflection. When she looked back down at the water, Fox’s smile faded again. Fox: “Misty…” Misty: “Fox, can you believe it? After a long period of time, I’m finally near the ocean again.” Fox: “So, what’s wrong? Aren’t you satisfied?” Misty: “Yes, I’m very satisfied.”

She smiled at him. Misty: “Thank you, Fox. This means so much to me.” Fox: “No problem, Misty. I’ll always do things like this for you.”

Fox and Misty smiled at each other. Fox: “So, are you going to do that transformation thing that you’ve always wanted to do?” Misty: ” Oh, Fox. I thought you’d never ask.”

And now the moment that you have been waiting for. As she got up, she floated off the floor and stood above the water. With her mystic water-powers combined with the water, itself, she was able to use these powers to transform herself into her princess form. When she fell into the water after finishing her transformation, every one of her friends started celebrating, except Fox, who was folding his arms and smiling. Fox: “Welcome back, Ocean princess.”

They both smiled at each other. Tricky: “Wow!” Misty, Fox: “Huh?” Tricky: “That was cool! How did she do that? Can she do it again?” Fox: “Tri-Tricky! Were…were you watching the whole thing?”Tricky: “Of course I have. That was the coolest thing I’ve ever seen! What is she? How long have you been hiding this from me? Can you tell me, Fox?” Fox: “Well, not exactly. It’s all pretty complicated to explain. It’s a long story. However, there’s 1 thing about this secret that’s easy to talk about. For instance, remember when with were with your mom and Misty jumped to the ceiling when she said that word that caused her to do that?” Tricky: “You mean, “pirates”?” Misty: “AHHHH! PIRATES! WHERE, WHERE!” Fox: “Misty, it’s OK. Another false alarm.’’ Misty: “Phew. Thank the stars.” Tricky: “But why does she get all jumpy when any of us say that word?” Fox: “Well, it’s because of this form. She freaks out all too easily upon even hearing the word.” Misty: “I’m sorry, Fox. I try real hard, but just can’t control myself whenever I hear anyone saying that.” Fox: “Well, it’s OK, Misty. It’s not all your fault. Not many people know your greatest fears.” Tricky: “So this form is why she’s afraid of who-know-what?” Fox: “Exactly.” Tricky: “Oh. So, what is she?” Fox: “She is the legendary princess of the sea and this is her true form.” Tricky: “You mean she’s actually a mermaid?”

Fox nodded. Tricky: “Wow! She’s beautiful.”

Misty tickled Tricky underneath his chin. Misty: “And you’re cute.”

Tricky flipped to his back and Misty rubbed his tummy. Suddenly, they heard a cry of a dinosaur at the distance. Fox: “Whoa, what was that?” Tricky: “It’s a Hightop. I wonder what’s going on?” Fox: “I don’t know, but we’ll never find out if we just stand here. Let’s go!”

They immediately ran to the boardwalk that is surrounding the Hightop to see what was going on. When they asked the Hightop, it said that it buried its gold somewhere on the beaches when it heard that the Sharpclaws were invading Cape Claw, but forgot where they were buried. He then told them that if they retrieve all of his gold, then he would help them on their quest. They all decided to help, but Fox told them to stay out of this one because he wanted Misty to work with him.

It may have taken them a long time to find the gold, but with the help of one of Misty’s special underwater abilities, the underwater drill, they were able to find them and return them to the Hightop. The Hightop then stomped the ground, causing a nearby cave to open up. The Hightop told them about the Sharpclaws doing something suspicious within that cave and asked them to go in there and find out what exactly it was, so they did.

Fox ran to the cave as fast as he could. Inside was a staff switch, he pulled the staff and opened a cage at a beach that’s closer to him. He jumped down from the ledge and met the others near the cage. Suddenly, a Cloudrunner wearing a golden crown on its head and a blue shirt came out. Tricky was immediately startled. Tricky: “Whoa! A Cloudrunner!”

He stepped behind Fox, Kazooie became dazzled at the sight of the Cloudrunner. Kazooie: “Wooooooow…!” Tricky: “Shoo! Go away, Cloudrunner! Get away!” Bubbles: “(Giggle) Have you 2 met?”Cloudrunner: “He is an Earthwalker. I am a Cloudrunner. Our tribes do not see each other eye to eye.”Peach: “But why?” Cloudrunner: “His father has probably said bad things about me. That why.” Peach: “Oh. So, who are you?” Cloudrunner: “I am the Queen of the Cloudrunner tribe and the gatekeeper of the Cloudrunner Fortress. Scales has used my powers to reach the fortress and then afterwards, he locked me in that cage.”

Kazooie then flew out of Banjo’s backpack and landed in front of the queen. The Queen seemed somewhat startled to see her. Queen Cloudrunner: “Um…hello…who are you?” Kazooie: “Hi. I’m Kazooie. You’re pretty.” Queen Cloudrunner: “Er, what is with your friend here?” Banjo: “It seems to me like Kazooie has found her own kind on this planet.” Queen Cloudrunner: “Uh, I see. Anyway, I must return to the fortress and stop Scales.” Kazooie: “Can we come with you?” Queen Cloudrunner: “You want to come with me?” Misty: “Of course, we do.”

Misty dunked herself underwater, brought forth a bright flash of light from below the surface and then came out in her human form. Misty: “We’re going to need the Spellstone there.” Queen Cloudrunner: “Well…All right.” Fox: “Great! Thanks, Misty.” Tricky: “Oh, no. There’s no way I’m not going to her fortress.” Fox: “Well, OK, it looks like you’re sitting this one out, Tricky. We’ll head back to Thorntail Hollow and you can wait there for us to return.”

Tricky nodded. Kazooie: “I’m liking this more and more.”

The queen flew up towards the sky. Queen Cloudrunner: “I’ll meet you guys at the fortress. Good luck!”

As she flew into the sky, she opened the gateway to the Cloudrunner Fortress and flew right in.Kazooie: “Hey! Wait for me!”

Kazooie flew after the queen. Banjo: “HEY! KAZOOIE, WAIT! WHO’S GOING TO FLY ME UP TO THE FORTRESS?”

Rayman walked up to Banjo and placed his hand on his shoulder. Banjo looked at him. Rayman: [“Don’t worry, Banjo. I’ll fly you to the fortress.”] Banjo: “You will? Aw, thanks, Rayman. You’re a real friend. Unlike some people!!!” Fox: “OK guys, let’s…Huh?”

Just then he spotted Misty and Bubbles and noticed that they were about to cry. Fox: “Oh, no, you 2 aren’t going to mope because Tricky’s not coming with us. Are you?”

They both nodded. Fox: “Aw, girls. I don’t want to leave Tricky here either but, we really don’t have a choice. He doesn’t want to come with us and we can’t make him.” Bubbles: “But…we love Tricky.” Fox: “I know, I know, hm…oh! I have an idea.”

Fox took Pikachu off of his shoulder and held her in front of him. Bubbles quickly snatched Pikachu out of Fox’s grip. Fox: “How’s this: you girls can have Pikachu for this part of the mission. OK?”

Both Misty and Bubbles became greatly ecstatic. Misty, Bubbles: “OK!”

Pikachu seemed very happy to be held by Bubbles. Fox: “OK, guys. Let’s go.”

And so, Fox and his friends returned to Thorntail Hollow where they all got ready to take off and fly towards the Cloudrunner Fortress.

#Ultimate Story #Ultimate Story 2 #Dinosaur Planet #Starfox Adventures #Fox McCloud #Misty #Ocean Princess #Bubbles #Princess Peach #Rayman #Banjo-Kazooie #Pikachu #Prince Tricky #Warpstone #Thorntail Hollow #Cape Claw #Queen Cloudrunner

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Tradley confirmed. Tris just said he does not like "pussy" and Brad laughs so heartedly knowing that Tris likes his dick instagram(.)com/p/BXJe57eFUUh/

Old 2016 interview. Tradley moments 1:57 onwards. They say they’ve bought a house together too. Just look at their chemistry youtu(.)be/j82T518ggmI

Anastasia was listening to “Asido” by Purity Ring yesterday. Such a dark song. She feels lonely even when Tris lives under the same roof as her genius(.)com/Purity-ring-asido-lyrics

2:16 Tradley youtu(.)be/RzErCuyiXKw

Brad placing his hand across Tris at a casual get together plus they are eating the same stuff instagram(.)com/p/BXNeyXSBWdu/

Maybe Tris and Ana are an actual relationship afterall cos she took Millie (Tristans younger sister) shopping. She’ll be getting brownie points for that I guess from Tris. Sigh.

If Bradley asked Tristan to leave/break up Anastasia for him do you think he’d do it?

“In the middle of the night…. I need you” -Brad to Tris.

I realised something. You know back during the Meet The Vamps era, Tradley used to wear like matching bracelets/bands on their wrist (almost identical) and this is when Brad would sit on Tristans lap etc. Fast forward to know Tris wears this pandora bracelet on his wrist indentical to what Anastasia wears. Bradley does not wear anything on his wrist no more. I feel sad now. If only Ana could see what Tradley shippers see.

This magazine is Tradley af instagram(.)com/p/BXRF2oUHddB/

Anastasia needs to really think before she types. Shes basically talking for Tristan as well and saying that they’ve both been working to much so she can’t wait to go somewhere warm with him. I saw her ig story a week ago where she was booking vacation tickets for like the 9th August. I doubt Tris sees his job as “work”. Does she not see how chilled out and happy he is around Brad and the boys? Ana does not understand Tris 1 bit. twitter(.)com/AnastasiaSmith_/status/892688028875067392

I found this (newish) interview and it has so many Tradley moments. Tristans reaction when Brad has to name famous blondes, Brad making musical instrument noises and Tris saying he likes it, Tris tickling and poking Brad towards the end after he makes him lose a point lol youtu(.)be/YyF0MN_T4ec

I’d love to see Anastasia sit through and watch a Tradley moments video. Afterall it is 5 years of Tradley tommorow. I think she’d have a change of heart.

This gives me Klaine wedding feels but its Tradley. The most perfect couple twitter(.)com/DoseOfTradley/status/892725135681212416 twitter(.)com/DoseOfTradley/status/892725063857954822

Jonnor have come as Tradleys best men to the wedding twitter(.)com/radIytradley/status/892726536721137664

Brad helping Millie put on some of his photoshoot clothes while Tris records. This is so cute instagram(.)com/p/BXSxT0VgqQ9/

Anastasia posted a pic of her with a wedding dress on on her sc with the caption “Getting married” :“(

False alarm. On her ig story shes saying she has a two day bridal photoshoot. Phew lol

Gabe, an hour ago Brad on his spotify was listening to Tristans "Come Grind With Me” ASDFGHJKLO TRADLEY IS FOCKING REAL twitter(.)com/DoseOfTradley/status/893449242123137024

It dawned on me last night maybe Tris is actually in love with his Megan Fox lookalike gf? I don’t feel like anybody could stop Tris from getting Brad if he really wanted to date/marry him. It took me a lot of strength to type this as I am a Day One Tradley Shipper.

Tris and Ana are going to Morroco next week. Maybe its time for me to accept that they are in love with each other afterall. Its sad though cos this “love” is one of convience and body heat. It’ll never be as pure and cute as Tradley.

Anastasia is really bipolar. I don’t get Tris anymore too. Sometimes she posts pics of her and Tris kissing and sharing a bath etc. and just now shes uploaded a pic on her story where Tris has his back against her as if he does not want to be there. Its too late now for him to stay anonymous/away from her cos hes on her TL but the funny thing is I can bring out a identical Tradley pic to whatever pic Ana has with her and Tris in on her TL.

I don’t support any band atm. Its too much stress. I’d like to see Tris ditch Ana for Brad but doubt thats gonna happen. I would chose happiness over social status/who society expects a drummer to date. Ana seems like a girl whos won the lottery… he takes her on holidays, buys her new appartments every couple of years, cooks for her, takes most of her selfies when hes home, probably fingers her too. I guess Brad will find someone who’ll treat him better than Tris.

This is a beautiful Tradley ig account to follow instagram(.)com/p/BXGWR5NDQkJ/

If you look at Brads story, Jesse is sleeping on his lap and hes put the caption “mood”. Now the mood of the picture could evoke being tired, sleepy, worn out, rejected etc. It so happens that yesterday evening was the day Ana and Tris set off for their holiday to Morroco. Its not fair on Brad. If I had a bff like Brad I’d take him over Ana. Tris is so stupid. His silence speaks volumes. Why is he making Brad suffer? So much for “Tradley”.

I feel like Tris is gonna celebrate his birthday with Ana in Morroco which sucks tbh. Just more proof that hes putting Brad last on the priority list. I think last year Brad rang Tris and wished him happy birthday rather than tweeting him which comes across a lot more genuine/personal. This was when Brad was on holiday I think to Cyprus and he did a fb livestream from there and told fans he rang Tris and wished him.

See they met 3 yrs ago during the MTVs shoot instagram(.)com/p/m8DDUSEgKK The only pic she has of Brad was from that day when Tradley was at a all high instagram(.)com/p/m7sNIhEgBO Probably their first ever selfie together instagram(.)com/p/m7slZDEgBu

Bradley seems to air thrust a lot on stage. Is he practicing on Tris lol

Tris bought Dobby two years ago.

Damn. Tris really moved hella fast when he noticed Ana was trying to take a mirror selfie in her bikini. Why does he not want to be seen with her?

It looks like Tris was spooning Brad and James was third wheeling lol. This is quite recent too cos its only from June 2017 twitter(.)com/LuciaaCarpenter/status/876030373553164288 twitter(.)com/wardley_hannah/status/876545920489467909/photo/1

½ A lot of my mutuals on twitter and ig have started shipping Ana and Tris and are I find it quite annoying. I know Tris takes most of her pics and records the ig stories but thats cos hes there with her and thats his job. Seeing Tris freak out when he saw Ana recording a ig story just goes to show that he does not want to be seen in public with Ana. Its just not natural bf behaviour. Tris is supposed to be loved up but he always seems uneasy around her cos we all know when Tris likes someone2/2 e.g. Brad, then Tris does not care if the camera is on or not… hes kissed and touched Brad many times in interviews. Hes even picked up Brad, bridal style on red carpets and thats published forever for the world to see. If Tradley was just “act” they should have dropped it by now seeing as they have a #1 album but its not. Even BTS Tradley interactions are cute and genuine af. The magic is still there. I don’t see any btw that so called gf and Tris. I’m sorry but I don’t.

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diaryofaconstructiongirl-blog · 5 years

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A girl walks into a construction site

5:07, isn’t that when I set the alarm for? Clearly not. 5:08, I can barely look. Why has my alarm not gone off yet? 5:09 and my ears are graced with the what is meant to be gentle wake up alarm my phone is programmed with. Phew. I’m awake. Of course I’m awake. I was so stressed about not being awake that I have been awake for the past two hours, checking my phone and reassuring myself that I can close my eyes for a while longer. I stumble out of bed, still feeling the effects of the 7 beers the night before. Grabbing my phone to use as a torch I rummage around my bag until I find the three items I brought with me that might be acceptable for a job on a construction site. I make two clumsy rolls, assuming I will be starving and still not being able to see in the pitch black room. Yes, I know what you’re thinking, if you can’t see why not turn on a light? That may have worked for Dumbledore but I’m assuming when he said it he didn’t have two flatmates that had got in at 2am, one of whom was still in her clothes lying on top of the sheets. Though I attempt to eat some breakfast, I start wincing with every bite as I begin to feel more and more like I am going to be sick. I leave the remainders of my apricots and cheapest cereal Countdown has to offer, grab my rucksack and that’s it; I’m off. I make the massive commute of eight minutes down the road from the hostel to the labour office headquarters, the whole time debating why I am doing this. Then, I arrive. My trepedatious foot somehow makes it through the door and suddenly I am surrounded by men in high vis vests, men in steel capped boots and men looking bored of waiting for a their name to be called out to go for a job. In case you hadn’t gathered, the main theme there was men. I became very aware of how blonde, pale and tiny I looked in comparison to the majority of my companions. I spotted one other girl, though she didn’t seem to be in a mood to make friends so that was it, I was on my own and determined to show I could pull off the fluorescent orange vests just as well as the men. Once I had been given my gear, hard hat and all, I was gifted with one of those draw string bags that everyone seems to have lying around in case of the event that they might suddenly have to go on a school swimming trip at any moment. I felt like I had been officially initiated into this tribe that I knew so little about. Still cautious, I decided to sit down quietly and avoid making eye contact with these tattoo-laden, bulky men. It turned out I didn’t make the rules in the office though as promptly after sitting down, an older man to the side of me started asking me about myself before advising me that the bar in his hostel is the greatest for when you want to chill after work. Finally, after I had seriously contemplated walking out and what I was doing in this office, a guy shouted my name and said they had a job for me. Shortly after, I was asked to follow this stranger into his car and for some reason, as it is for work so who could be dodgy in that situation, I did as instructed. Thankfully there turned out to be another girl going to the same job but I wouldn’t know she was friendly until a few hours after this. We drove for twenty minutes out of the city, the driver assuring us falsely that it would be a thirty minute bus ride back, until we arrived at the construction site. Not only THE construction site I was going to have to work on for my first day but also THE first construction site I have been into. By this point, I had learnt that the girl placed with me has been with the company for a month so I watched her like a hawk and then morphed into a sheep, copying all that she did to pretended that I fit in. Each site has a manager and I could almost feel the guy’s doubt as he looked us both over. Nonetheless, he and we both knew that we were stuck with each other for the day so we may as well at least pretend to trust that we know what we’re doing; though that was more for me than him. Still feeling sick I spent the morning wondering if I was going to vomit where would be the best place in a large warehouse full of materials. I couldn’t decide though and simply tried to hold it down and distract myself with the back pain I was experiencing from carrying wood, metal and carpets that my muscles simply aren’t quite big enough to cater for yet. Somehow the pair of us got through the day, although a table did drop on my leg and this was relatively painful. Despite all of my initial thoughts, I wasn’t stressed out when we finished and am contemplating returning for a second day. Not before I endure all the stress of setting an early alarm though, but it looks like that is the price you pay for being given a pair of slightly too big steel capped boots. I wonder how long I’ll perceive myself as a stranger in this situation, knowing I don’t fit in but trying desperately to pretend that I can.

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douchebagbrainwaves · 5 years

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WHY TO MOVE TO INVESTORS

A company making computer hardware might not become profitable for 5 years, during which they spent $50 million. That will tend to make filtering easier, because you'd only have to filter email from people you'd never heard from, and someone sending you mail for the first Your Name Here. And investors can tell fairly quickly whether you're a domain expert. Maybe we'll just have to give some of it back. It can be traumatic for the ones who wake up during the operation. I think really would be a huge coup for them if their firm invested in a company is only two months old, every day you wait gives you 1. The startup will almost certainly hire more people at this point; those millions must be put to work, just as you can't find some way to reach me, how are you going to create a vanilla agreement, and the distraction of having to deal with clients could be enough to put you over the edge. G b 5 max. If you hired someone to read your mail and discard the spam, they would have seemed a great bet a few months in.

Specific spam features e. With time, as with money, avoiding pleasure is no longer enough to protect you. Instead of matching beige cubicles they have an uncanny tendency to push things in the right direction rather than the wrong one. A rounds is that they get paid up front. Some VCs will say this is unthinkable—that they want to invest in it, the acquirer should have enough information to buy it. They all ask the same question: who else have you pitched to? For example, when I was 10. They just want to invest in it, I'd give him the stock for $10, just to show that there's some solid ground here. And that phew was the end of the Bubble and still haven't invested. They're outlying data points; what makes them gripping also makes them irrelevant. Every startup's rule should be: spend little, and work fast.

So by studying the ways adults lie to maintain their power, and what I've read about hunter-gatherers have much more freedom. You may feel lousy an hour after eating that pizza, but eating the first couple months a startup may completely redefine their idea. Though most print publications are online, I think, is which 52% they are. Startups' valuations are supposed to rise over time. In fact there are more than fifteen words with probabilities of. And of course any VCs reading this are probably rolling on the floor laughing at how my hypothetical VCs let the angel keep his 10. With angels we're now talking about venture funding proper, so it's time to introduce the concept of an accredited investor as someone with over a million dollars as much as their parents want them to or not. If we were talking about the five sources of startup funding. If you have a chance, however small, of being one of the angels is willing to invest. So while nearly all VC funds have some address you can send your business plan to, VCs privately admit the chance of getting funding by this route is near zero.

An advantage of consulting, as a way to keep tabs on industry trends than as a way to keep tabs on industry trends than as a source of contacts and advice. At the moment, even the smartest students leave school thinking they have to deliver their message, whatever it is. It works because although the response rate is abominably low at best 15 per million, vs 3000 per million for a catalog mailing, the cost, to them, and I've noticed a definite difference between programmers working on their own startup they seem to be dead, were like VC firms except that they took a much bigger role in the startups they want more expensive? They're outlying data points; what makes them gripping also makes them irrelevant. He seemed to be asleep, but when she tried to rouse him, she couldn't. Don't try to fool us just by being here a lot. There is no one single force driving this trend. Now you could get all three for nothing. Because seed firms are companies also means the investment process is more standardized. And so in starting a startup also to cut the average return. I don't mean to suggest we should never do this.

Since we all agree, kids see few cracks in the view of the world. Open source and blogging is that ideas can bubble up from the bottom, instead of the angel's. You get to work on your projects, he can work wherever he wants on projects of his own. I found was that recognizing that last few percent of spams got very hard, and that as I made the filters stricter I got more false positives. So what's going on is that the founders are unknown and the idea is so visceral it's probably inborn. How relaxing founders' lives must have been when startups wrote VisiCalc. They react violently to things—and so they get lied to a lot of what ends up driving you are the best solution is to develop new alarms.

My friend Trevor Blackwell built his own Segway, which we called the Segwell. If the founders have impressive resumes and the idea is so visceral it's probably inborn. In fact there are more than fifteen words with probabilities of. That first million is just worth so much more than the definition implies. Kids often want to be lied to. Once you take money from the general public you're more restricted in what you can do whatever he wants. But if we get good enough at filtering out spam, it will stop working, and the useful half is the payload. One question that arises in practice is what probability to assign to a word you've never seen, i. It's clear most start with not wanting kids to swear, and yet this email would be both commercial and unsolicited.

In fact, every bit of the startup's paperwork would probably be better just to tell us the truth: that there weren't any famous black scientists. What counts as a trick? There is such a thing as good, that would be a good idea, because we're especially interested in hardware startups. By living really cheaply they think they can make the remaining money last five months. To some VC firms it means $500,000, even if you fail. It wouldn't be the first time something was a bad idea till it wasn't. It's a lot harder to create something people love and figure out what's going on. If you could find people who'd eliminated all such influences on their judgement, you'd probably still see variation in what they can say to you. And since I know from my own experience to suggest roughly what the ideal size is: groups of 8 work well; by 20 they're getting hard to manage; and a group of three friends have built a prototype that gives one a taste of what their product will do, but that you rode with one foot in front of the other, something has to give. Notice I've been careful to talk about art being good or bad will cause the people who talk about art being good, you also have to say for what audience. It seemed just amazing, as if there was a machine on my desk that spat out a dollar bill every two minutes no matter what I did.

For comparison, here is an innocent email. I was 10. I found I was very worried about the essays in Hackers & Painters that hadn't been online. Plenty of companies seem as good a case as Microsoft could have for being on a path to dominating a large market. 15981844 spot 0. The danger comes when there's a bump in the road, as happened to Steve Jobs at Apple. Investors are not always that good at seeming formidable: Make something worth investing in, you'll have the most freedom. That may be the most important consequence of realizing there can be good art is thus a temptation to slide into consulting, and telling yourselves you're a ramen profitable company doesn't have to pay that. This a makes the filters more effective, b lets each user decide their own precise definition of spam, it's still spam. With individual angels you don't have this protection, as we found to our dismay in our own startup. So if the ease of shipping hardware even approached the ease of shipping software, we'd see a lot more than you expect for the deal to close, so we are now three months into the life of a startup, are harder to get, and come with tougher terms.

Thanks to Jessica Livingston, Travis Deyle, Sam Altman, Robert Morris, Paul Kedrosky, Fred Wilson, Michael Keenan, Joe Gebbia, and Geoff Ralston for putting up with me.

#automatically generated text #Markov chains #Paul Graham #Python #Patrick Mooney #spam #vs #seed #contacts #parents #moment #startup #process #lives #force #industry

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lotsofdogs · 6 years

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Ryder’s Birth Story

I am sitting here with our sweet little newborn baby cuddled up on a squishy Boppy pillow in my lap with my laptop propped up in front of me. My heart is so incredibly full. The first few days of Ryder’s life were unlike anything we predicted or imagined and having our baby home with us feels like the biggest blessing.

I want to share Ryder’s full birth story on the blog today and it’s taken me a while to have both the time and the energy to type everything up, mostly because the first few days of Ryder’s life were incredibly stressful and scary and filled with long hours in the neonatal intensive care unit. Seeing our tiny baby hooked up to breathing tubes and feeding tubes made me feel more helpless than I have in my entire life and I am so beyond grateful for the amazing care Ryder received. I could not be more proud of his amazing strength. The nurses and doctors did not think he’d be home with us this quickly and we are so beyond thankful.

I want to share Ryder’s birth story on the blog in a way that focuses on just that – his birth. It’s hard not to feel like Ryder’s birth was clouded by everything that followed since four short hours after he arrived he was unexpectedly whisked off to the NICU but I want to focus on his birth in this post because it was a moment we hoped and prayed so hard for and it was truly one of the most incredible and emotional moments of my entire life.

Ryder’s Birth Story

Ryder was born on Monday, June 18 at 3:29 p.m. He arrived right on time – on his due date! – which shocked me mainly because I fully anticipated going into labor early since his big brother was born at 38 weeks and I had two experiences with false labor prior to his arrival. I was just beginning to think that I might need help to go into labor this time around since my doctor mentioned stripping my membranes at my 39 week appointment and said we’d discuss induction options at my 40-week appointment if I was still pregnant and no further dilated or effaced.

(39 weeks, 6 days. The day before Ryder was born!)

On the Sunday before I went into labor, we went out to dinner to celebrate Father’s Day at Hawthorne’s Pizza in Huntersville. We were on a mission to order The Inducer Pizza, a buffalo chicken pizza said to induce labor by many expectant moms in our area. A few of Ryan’s coworkers and a handful of moms I know recommended the pizza to us and even though we had no expectations of it working, it seemed like a fun activity and the buffalo chicken pizza was quite delicious!

Though I clearly cannot credit The Inducer with causing me to go into labor, we couldn’t help but laugh and say, “Well, it worked!” when I woke up around 5 a.m. on Monday morning to a serious contraction. It was very painful and I immediately rushed to the bathroom. The pain was intense and lasted about 90 seconds. Half an hour later, another contraction followed and less than 30 minutes after that, another.

I didn’t say anything to Ryan right away since he woke up just before my first contraction and went into our garage to work out. Plus, with two false labor experiences under my belt, I didn’t want to sound the alarm just in case this wasn’t the real deal. By 6:30 a.m., the pain increased further and my contractions were about 20 minutes apart. I became increasingly convinced this was the real deal. By the time Ryan was done with his workout, I told him what was happening and encouraged him to keep his cell phone on but still go into work because I didn’t want him to just wait at home and stare at me, especially since I still found myself doubting everything and worrying about another false labor experience.

Ryan headed into work just before 7 a.m. and soon after he left my mom and Chase were up. I told my mom what was happening and we both said we were pretty darn sure this was the real deal. I took a shower to try to relax and pulled on the ugliest pajamas I could find just in case my water broke or any bleeding occurred and tried to rest in our bed.

Chase joined me to “talk a little bit” which was such a great distraction. It also helped me think of things other than the pain and my thoughts mainly centered around the fact that this could very well be our last morning together before he became a big brother. Cue all the emotions!

I ended up calling Ryan at work around 9 a.m. and told him to head home within an hour because I was pretty darn positive this was the real deal. After I called him, I called my OB/GYN’s office and explained what I was experiencing. My contractions were strong and relatively close together but kind of strange. I would get one really big contraction that lasted between one and two minutes and then about 45 seconds later I experienced what I could only describe as an “after shock” contraction that was still painful but not quite as intense and lasted for 25-45 seconds.

When the nurse asked me about the spacing of my contractions I explained that they were somewhat regular but still rather far apart – about 10 minutes. I didn’t count my “after shock” contractions when I spoke with her which, in retrospect, I should have because I very likely would’ve been sent directly to the hospital. Instead, the nurse made me a 10 a.m. appointment at the OB/GYN’s office where I was hooked up to a monitor for nearly 40 minutes.

Ryan and I gave Sadie and Chase hugs and kisses, took a few last-minute family pictures during a contraction reprieve, loaded up Ryan’s car with our hospital bags and headed off to the OB/GYN.

When we arrived, I was checked and told I was 3 centimeters dilated which was encouraging since I was 2 centimeters at my 39 week appointment but also a bit discouraging since I was hoping to be further along.

During the 40 minutes I spent hooked up to the monitors, my contractions became very regular and I had one big contraction every four minutes but my “after shock” contractions continued in between each of them with just as much pain but a shorter duration. I was given apple juice and Cheez-Its to try to make our baby move since I wasn’t feeling much movement at this point. Thankfully the juice seemed to do the trick and made our baby move but 40 minutes later I was in so much pain and feeling more and more nauseated by the second.

When the nurse practitioner came in to check on me for a second time, she looked at my contraction readings and said she had no doubt this was the real deal and sent us across the street to the hospital. I ended up throwing up in the parking lot of the OB/GYN’s office and then Ryan and I sped off to the hospital where I was immediately admitted a little after 11 a.m. and hooked up to the monitors.

They didn’t check me at this point since my contractions were so close together and the nurses said they thought things were going to progress very quickly. I was in so much pain – I truly think I blacked out how freaking painful contractions are after my first delivery – and when they said I could request the epidural immediately, I didn’t hesitate when I said YES.

It took a while to get fluids into my body and for the anesthesiologist to come into our room with my epidural and I did everything I could to work through the pain of seemingly back-to-back contractions. One thing I remembered from my labor with Chase was that there was NOTHING I could do to alleviate the pain of a contraction and no position I could get into to make myself feel better. That rang true this time as well and I moaned and groaned through the pain.

Eventually my epidural was ready and I didn’t care at all bout the needle because I just wanted the pain relief! Unfortunately the epidural didn’t work for me the first time. My legs and feet were numb but I still felt the pain of every single contraction. The doctor apologized and said this was extremely rare but assured me he thought he could try again with success. The whole process of getting the second epidural took nearly an hour and I ended up throwing up again and continued to try to breathe my way through contractions, this time with tingly legs that required me to stay in bed.

My second epidural worked quickly and the pain relief was so ridiculously wonderful.

I relaxed and found myself thinking more and more about the moment I’d push and we’d meet our baby for the first time. I was totally awake and alert (I refused any pain or nausea medication prior to the epidural since I received something before my epidural with Chase that I HATED because it made me feel mentally fuzzy) and I truly had FUN talking with Ryan about baby names and the excitement surrounding not knowing whether we were about to meet our son or daughter. I know epidurals aren’t for everyone but man oh man it was the right decision for me. Bless that epidural. Phew!!!

Soon after my second epidural took effect, I was checked and told I progressed to 8 centimeters and was 100 percent effaced. Our midwife broke my water and told me I’d likely be pushing within an hour. It was so exciting!

The next time I was checked was less than an hour later and I was 10 centimeters dilated. The same midwife who delivered Chase was working on Monday and since we have such a great relationship, I was absolutely thrilled when she said she couldn’t wait to deliver our second baby, too. She told me I could try one “practice push” to see how it felt and that was all Ryder needed to begin his journey into the world!

Our midwife saw his head and told me to stop pushing because the next push would be the push and we’d meet our little one! It was such a surreal experience and when I was told to push again, I pushed hard and could feel Ryder’s body sliding out of mine and into the world. It was unbelievable.

We asked that Ryan be the one to announce our baby’s sex but when our midwife held him up, we both saw our wiggling naked baby together for the first time. “It’s a BOY!” I cried and then a rush of the most intense emotions took over and I started sobbing.

I looked up at Ryan and saw his eyes fill with tears as we looked back and forth from each other to our son.

He was finally here!

I would love to say that Ryder’s birth was all about Ryder and in many, many ways it was but it also felt like the very best possible ending to an intense journey of loss, hope, prayer, more loss, continued hope and prayer.

A huge part of me is so aware that Ryder wouldn’t be here if the two babies we lost were born. I thought of this the minute he was placed on my chest after he was born and I was overcome with emotion. All of the disbelief I felt during my pregnancy with Ryder and the guard I kept up for the past nine months finally came crashing down as I held our son. I soaked up every inch of his soft skin and chubby cheeks. I stroked his wet, dark hair and kissed his perfect pink lips. And I cried. Ryder is our miracle and he’s a miracle I dreamed about and longed for with every piece of my heart.

I still feel pain and I still feel grief when I think about our two babies in heaven. I know that this will never fully subside nor do I want it to go away because we love all of our babies and always, always will. But now, somehow, through all of the pain and all of the tears and all of the grief, the fear, the hopelessness and the overwhelming sadness, we have the most perfect proof of answered prayers.

A beautiful baby boy.

Ryder came into this world right on time. He was born right when he was supposed to be born. He’s our little miracle and I feel so overwhelmingly blessed and so lucky to have another son. A sweet boy I will love with every ounce of who I am.

He has made everything beautiful in its time. (Ecclesiastes 3:11)

Welcome to the world, Ryder Thomas. You are so, so loved.

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