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Cookies - Peter Parker Imagine

Summary: Y/N, Peter, and Ned have all been best friends since the second grade. When Y/N experiences her first heartbreak will they be able to help her? Most importantly will Peter?

MATERLIST // TAGLIST

I know I normally post Sebastian Stan/ Bucky but I want to also get into the other MCU characters/ actors so here is Peter Parker! I have some more Sebastian/ Bucky imagines in the making but for now enjoy.

Let me know what you think! You can read part two here.

Word Count: 2,558

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You and Peter first became friends in the second grade. He fell off of the monkey bars and lay on the floor holding his arm in pain. His friend, Ned, stood to the side smiling and clapping, "Do it again!" You grabbed the last cookie from your lunch box then walked over to Peter. When he got to him you stood there holding the cookie out, " I fell off the monkey bars one time. I cried but my mom said cookies will always make me feel better." He giggled and reached out taking the cookie from you.

From that day on Peter and Ned would join you for lunch and ask you to play with them during breaks. The three of you soon became inseparable.

You loved your best friends and always saw them as just that, friends.

That was until sometime in middle school. You don't know exactly what happened to flip your emotions the way they did, but when you looked at Peter your whole day got better. You always found yourself wanting to sit next to him whether it be in class, during movie nights, on the bus, or in the cafeteria.

Once you noticed how your feelings towards your best friend had changed you did your best to suppress them. You knew he didn't think about you that way. It was obvious, the way he and Ned would drool over girls in front of you. So you pushed your feelings to the side and tried to move on.

You did for a bit. As middle school went on you developed crushes on other boys. Of course, nothing ever happened with them you were too young and boys at that age were too dumb.

When high school came along your feelings for Peter grew stronger. He was so smart, kind, and nerdy. You loved his pop culture references even though they were lame. He always made you laugh and it didn't help that he was cute. But he would never feel the same about you.

Or so you thought.

Little did you know he too started to develop feelings for you. He loved watching you read. It fascinated him the way you would react to what's happening in the book as if you were there. Whenever you would furrow your eyebrows or raise them in shock made him smile. And when you laughed he laughed too. He had no idea what about but he thought it was so adorable the way you would get lost in your book. He also loved the way you understood all of his references. Not only did you understand them but you went along with them. Like that one time, the three of you so badly wanted to go to the premiere of Star Wars Rogue One but your mom said no.

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You all sat there in disappointment when Peter jumped up from his chair excitedly, "Ok I got it! Remember that one episode of Law and Order when the three girls sneak out of their house? They pretend to be their mom and text the other mom saying they're gonna have a sleepover."

You looked at him impressed then shook your head, "No that wouldn't work, my parents love you guys but they would never let me sleepover."

The boys nodded understandingly when you got an idea, "What if I just sneak out the fire escape? Kinda like how the girls from Sleepover snuck out, except they left the window from a two-story house, and ill be on the fifth floor of an apartment."

"Good idea. I live down the street so I could pick you up. But what if your parents want to check on you?" Peter questioned.

"Well in the movie Julies older brother put on a wig and had his back to the door so their dad would think she is home. The only problem is none of us have siblings who can do that for me."

Then from the left of you, Ned looked up excitedly, "I have a cousin our age with your hair color who owes me a favor."

Just like that, you all escaped for the night.

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Before that night you'd never made a pop culture reference, of course, you quoted movies and shows from time to time but you never referenced them the way he did, you only ever understood them. That night his crush on you grew bigger.

Peter never showed interest in you though, which lead you to believe he could never like you in that way. In another attempt to move on you started dating Flash freshman year. Yes, Flash.

I know what was wrong with you?

But in your defense, he was different back then. He was a really sweet guy, and he made you feel cared for. Of course, everyone knew his family was filthy rich but that's not why you dated him. You two were friends and although he didn't have the same interest as you, he appreciated them and asked you about them. He made you happy.

At the beginning of your relationship, everything was great. He was never threatened by your two best friends so when you told him you wanted to sit with them during lunch he had no problem. After school, you two would study and talk about how your day went. He would always ask you about the latest book you read. Seeing how happy books made you he bought you more, but they were always special edition covers. When you weren't with Peter and Ned you were with Flash. He held your hand so sweetly and he was your first kiss but he never rushed it. The first time he tried to kiss you, you pulled away. You weren't ready yet, you wished it were Peter kissing you. Then a month later you had gotten over your Peter crush, so you kissed Flash. You were both so happy.

That is until he realized what being rich meant. People started coming up to him and inviting him to parties. He slowly became more and more popular. He started buying you jewelry instead of books. He asked you to wear the jewelry when you were with him, and when you didn't, he would distance himself from you. Instead of dates, you went to parties, none of them were ever fun. Study time became the Flash show where he would go on and on about himself never letting you speak. He started showing up to school in a limousine. Then he started flirting with the popular girls. At first, he had the decency to hide it from you then he started doing it in front of you. One day he broke up with you and moved on to a prettier girl.

Even though your relationship was already falling apart it still hurt you bad. You cried for days. Peter and Ned did everything they could to make you feel better. They would walk you home and stay with you until your parents kicked them out. Peter was so angry.

How could anyone hurt Y/N? I would never treat her the way Flash did.

The day Flash dumped you, you ran home straight after the bell rang. Peter and Ned were so confused they went to your home to check on you. Your mom let them in and pointed to your bedroom, "I don't know what happened but she seemed sad when she got home. She won't talk to me, would you let me know if she's alright?" The boys nodded, their faces full of concern.

Hesitantly they knocked on your day, "Go away!"

"It's Peter and Ned." They heard sniffles behind the door. Peter got closer to the door and in a low voice said, "Please let us in we want to know you're ok."

"Fine, come in."

Your eyes were puffy and your face stained with tears. You were sitting on your window seal with a blanket draped over your body. The boys slowly dropped their bags beside your door. They didn't know what to do.

"What happened?"

You looked to the window not wanting to see their faces, "Flash dumped me for some popular girl. I guess I wasn't good enough for him anymore." Tears fell silently as you sniffled and held back sobs.

Peter and Ned looked at each other. They were thinking the same thing. In the past few weeks, they noticed a change in Flash's behavior. They saw how miserable he was making you. Although they didn't say anything they knew it wasn't too long until he broke up with you.

The boys were silent so you looked over to them seeing that they still stood in the doorway, "You guys can sit down."

So they did, Ned walked over to your desk sitting on the chair, and Peter on your bed.

"Is there anything we can do to help?" Peter asked cautiously. They'd never seen you like this before so they didn't know what to do.

"Do you want to eat chocolate while we watch chick flicks?" Ned offered

"What? No. Ned, I don't think girls actually do that in real life."

"I don't know what I'm doing! I've only comforted you after a girl rejected you, even then all I said was, 'that sucks wanna go build some Legos?' and everything was better."

"Yeah but-"

"Wait." You spoke from where you were. You were silently watching them amused. The tears stopped coming as a soft smile arose on your lips.

The boys looked over to you as you spoke, "I like Ned's idea can we do that?"

He proudly let out a chuckle and smiled, "See I knew she would like that."

Peter rolled his eyes, "We will handle the snacks if you handle the movies?"

You nodded excitedly. Everyone got up from their spots, Peter and Ned headed for the door and you headed for your laptop.

Ned walked out first and happily called out, "We'll be right back Mrs. Y/L/N."

Your mom came out of the kitchen confused. She stopped Peter and asked about you. "Flash broke up with her today and she's taking it pretty bad. If you don't mind we're gonna head to the store and grab some snacks for a movie night? I really think it will make her feel better.

Seeing as it was Friday night your mom agreed and smiled at Peter.

Two blocks away from your apartment there was a convenience store where the boys went to pick up the necessities. They grabbed handfuls of chocolates, chips, ice cream, and drinks. As they were getting ready to pay Peter saw a stack of cookies. He remembered that day in second grade, 'Cookies will always make me feel better.' He smiled at the memory and quickly grabbed them.

When the boys got back to your room everything was set up. Your computer was hooked up to the TV, you made room on the floor where Ned usually lays (you even made it comfortable for him with pillows and layers of blankets), and the bed was made usually you and Peter lay there.

"Let the festivities begin!" Ned shouted as he dropped the snacks onto your bed. You all laughed as everyone took their spot.

Before you laid down you started the first of many movies, The Hot Chick.

When you made it to the bed Peter was sitting there waiting for you, "I got you a special snack."

You scrunched your eyebrows as you looked at him. He pulled out your favorite bag of cookies. Excitedly you grabbed them from him with a smile on your face.

He never failed to make you smile.

"Just like your mom said, cookies will always make you feel better." He looked into your eyes with a soft grin.

You said that to him many years ago you almost forgotten, "Thank you."

He took his shoes off and laid on your bed. He was on his stomach facing the foot of your bed. You sat up on the headboard with pillows behind your back and a blanket over your legs.

Two movies later half the snacks were gone along with Ned. His mom wanted him home for a family dinner, which left you and Peter alone. You two took a break from the movies to have dinner with your parents.

When you two got back to your room you took Peter's old spot at the foot of the bed and he took yours sitting at the top, "What movie next?" He asked.

You pondered for a second, "Hmm, how about Princess and the Frog?" You tried holding back a smile. Noticing this he couldn't hold back his own, "Start it."

As the movie played he could hear you softly reciting the lines along with the characters, "I would kiss a frog. I would kiss a hundred frogs if I could marry a prince and be a princess."

You didn't even realize you were doing it, you just loved this movie so much you knew practically every line. Peter watched you and smiled.

How could anyone not love her?

He noticed you shiver ever so lightly and quickly covered you with a blanket, but you were too into the movie to notice.

When the movie ended your mom walked into the room, "Ok Peter time to go home."

You groaned, "Moooom, just one more movie. Please, please, please please, please!" You begged just as Lottie did when wishing on the star. Peter chuckled at your antics.

Your mom gave in knowing you needed it more than ever right now.

"Ok, it's the last movie gotta make it count!" Peter said bouncing on the bed.

You typed the movie in as Peter read it out, " Love, Rosie. What's that?"

"One of the best romance movies ever!"

You got back onto the bed this time sitting up next to Peter. He laughed beside you, "Ok we'll see about that."

The movie played as you two watched the stories of two best friends fall in love at the wrong times. Peter couldn't help but think maybe you two would fall in love one day. He looked over to you surprised to see tears falling down your face.

Instead of asking if you were ok or if something was wrong, he grabbed your hand and squeezed. Just a small gesture to remind you he was there for you.

Grabbing the blanket you wiped your tears. He started to let go of your hand when you reached out for it again, this time interlocking your fingers.

Without looking at each other you both smiled to yourselves.

At some point, you rested your head on Peter's shoulder and fell asleep still holding onto his hand.

When the movie ended he was surprised to see you had fallen asleep. He let the credits play in the back as he rested his head on top of yours just enjoying the moment.

"I love you, Y/N. Someday I will have the courage to tell you and we will have a love story even better than what we see in the movies because ours will be real. I promise." He kissed the top of your head, slowly let go of you, and with one last look, he left.

He did keep his promise, but that's a story for another day.

#peter parker #muc #marvel #tom holland #peter parker imagine #mcu imagine #marvel imagine #spiderman #spider-man imagine #spiderman homecoming

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forehead-enthusiast · 4 years

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A Buncha Tag Games (and yet not all of them)

tagged by: @eggyukhei mwah

tagging: this is a LOT of games so i’ll only tag @atinyphobe @nsheetee and @veonjun for the SECOND (2nd) game. if they or anybody wants to do any of the other games, absolutely go for it and say i tagged you <3 i’d love to see what you guys say!! (also, tk if you felt like you wanted to answer my questions from the second game i’d be interested to see!)

One:

tell me the first song that made you stan your current fave group and why did your faves attract you so much?

ok SO the song that probably got me into rv 100% (also yes ik this blog is 99% nct but rv is my forever fave no question) was probably ice cream cake!! i had been a casual listener of many groups up until that point and had never really stanned anyone, but icc was so infectious i found myself watching it over and over. i had heard happiness and be natural before but hadn’t really listened too closely, so icc was the song that captured me. after that, dumb dumb only cemented my love for them more, and the red is still one of my favorite kpop albums to date. rv attracted me primarily because of their incredible vocals and their versatility in genres and concepts. i still get so excited wondering what they’ll tackle next!! they’re just soooo unique and have one of, if not the best discographies of any group. i cannot stress enough, I. Love. RV!! also they’re funny and gay so. anyway stream monster once it drops uwu

Two:

rule: answer the ten questions and write your own!

1. what is your favorite song that’s been released during quarantine? ooooo honestly??? probably something off of Sawayama. literally every song bangs so hard i highly recommend that album to anyone!! i can’t pick a favorite off it but who’s gonna save you now is awesome and xs is just,,, chef’s kiss

2. what is your greatest mishap when you tried cooking? (or something you’ve witnessed) one time, while making soup at my late grandmother’s house on her like gas stove, i put a lid on a pot and somehow that led the pot to be engulfed in flames. IN MY DEFENSE i was like 7, and i’m great at cooking/baking now

3. what’s your go-to outfit or article of clothing? oh i love a nice dress. they can be casual or formal, and you look like you put effort into your outfit except i didn’t because i didn’t have to match anything yo!!!! also shorts have trouble fitting me cause i’m a weird body type so dresses tend to be very comfy for me

4. what is your comfort food? am i allowed to say like all food??? eating in itself is comforting,,, that sounds depressing but also i just like eating yummy food. i guess i’d say like my dad’s fried rice?? its my fave and no one makes it like him soooo

5. what singular moment in your life would you like to relive? i couldn’t tell if this meant like, a good moment you want to re-experience or go back in time and redo a moment and fix it. it’s kind of a hard question so i might cop out and go with a bit of a silly answer: i want to relive the hi touch with astro...... i wanna look at rocky’s beautiful eyes and touch moonbin’s hand ok,,,,

6. what is your favorite line and/or character from a movie, show, or book? i got a bunch but a few off the top of my head are genie lo (the epic crush of genie lo), ty lee, suki (atla), klaus, and ben (umbrella academy)

7. if you could only choose one ice cream flavor and pizza topping/style for the rest of your life, what would it be? ice cream flavor: this very specific one from a local store that is banana ice cream with strawberries and oreo mixed in. it is heaaaavenly. as for pizza topping, i love a breakfast type pizza with an egg on top and like sausage and stuff!!!

8. what is the worst injury you’ve ever had or witnessed? funny enough, i’ve actually gotten badly injured quite a few times, and always on the face!! god hates me. the worst was probably when i hit a metal bench with my face and it took a chunk out of my cheek. i still have the scar! as for “witnessed” i accidentally broke a grown man’s rib once as a child, so i guess that would count.

9. would you rather explore the unknown of space or the bottom of the ocean? oceaaaan!! i answered this in some other game, but i like how mysterious and yet close the ocean is. like proximity wise it’s so near, yet there’s an insane amount we know nothing about. that’s so frightening but so intriguing

10. if you could be any cartoon character, who would you be? my first thought was literally “kirby. eat fast” GOD my followers are gonna think i’m just a glutton and they’re not even gonna be wrong im dying. but uhh idk mulan or smth?

my questions:

what is your go-to feel good movie?

are you the type of person who’s indecisive about buying, or the type to impulse buy once you see something you like?

do you prefer chocolate-y or fruity candy?

what idol do you think is most similar to you? (not your bias necessarily)

do you have any silly dealbreakers? if so, what are they?

what do you do to unwind?

what is a small thing you like to do for people you love? (be it sending memes, remembering their favorite shows, etc)

what’s/who’s your favorite myth/mythological being?

what is a non-typical pet you would want to have?

do you say pronounce data as day-ta or dah-ta?

THREE

rule: bold the statements that apply to you, italicize your aspirations, then tag nine people.

AIR ༉⋆͙̈

i have small hands / i love the night sky / i watch animals and birds when i pass them by / i drink herbal tea / i wake to see the dawn / the smell of dust is comforting / i’m valued for being wise / i prefer books to music / i meditate / i find joy in learning new truths from the world around me

FIRE ༉⋆͙̈

i don’t have straight hair / i like to wear ripped jeans and overalls / i play an organized sport / i love dogs / i am not afraid of adventure / i love to talk to strangers / i always try new foods / i enjoy road trips / summer is my favorite season / my radio is always playing

WATER ༉⋆͙̈

i wear bracelets on my wrists / i love the bustle of the city / i have more than one set of piercings / i read poetry / i love the sound of a thunderstorm / i want to travel the world / i sleep past midday most days / i love simply lit dinners and fluorescent signs / i rewatch kids shows out of nostalgia / i see emotions in colors not words

EARTH ༉⋆͙̈

i wear glasses or contacts / i enjoy doing the laundry / i am a vegetarian or vegan / i have an excellent sense of time / my humor is very cheerful / i am a valued advisor to my friends / i believe in true love / i love this chill of mountain air / i’m always listening to music / i am highly trusted by the people in my life

AETHER ༉⋆͙̈

i go without makeup in my daily life / i make my own artwork / i keep on track of my tasks and time / i always know true north / i see beauty in everything / i can always smell flowers / i smile at everyone i pass by / i always fear history repeating itself / i have recovered from a mental disorder / i can love unconditionally

FOUR

the ultimate tag: answer whichever ones you want to because there are a lot and then tag a few blogs you’d like to get to know better!

PERSONAL

name: sarah

nickname: bells

birthday: april 17th

zodiac: aries

nationality: chinese american

languages: english, some spanish, some korean

gender: female

sexuality: baby bi bi bi~

height: 5′10

BLOG STUFF

inspiration for muse: i suppose nct since i write for them the most?? but i feel like sometimes i come up with the idea before i think of a member so sometimes the muse is just my own fantasies oops

meaning behind my url: i made it at a time where loads of idols were getting bangs and honestly i believe most of them look infinitely better without them, thus i was and still am enthusiastic about foreheads.

blog established: like winter of 2018...?? i think

followers: over 2.5k but most deactivated/left during my hiatus lol

FAVORITES

favourite animals: sharks, chickens, snakes, cats, penguins

favourite books: the epic crush of genie lo and then iron will of genie lo, PERIOD

favourite colour: pink and purple!!

favourite fictional characters: lol, again, genie lo, ty lee, suki, klaus, ben, and just a few more: richard and evelyn o’connell (the mummy), dave (dave), michael (the good place)

favourite flower: sunflower

favourite scent: baking chocolate, heating butter, blackberry, wisteria

favourite season: probably spring! i like warmth but not HEAT

RANDOM

average hours of sleep: ugh idek i sleep horribly

cats or dogs: both, but unfortunately i’ve never had either

coffee, tea or hot chocolate: tea but then hot chocolate

current time: 5:29pm

dream trip: go to paris and eat loads of pastries and enjoy the fashions and beauty of the city, and also learn to bake better maybe?

dream job: actress

hobbies: making jewelry, drawing, singing, reading comics

hogwarts house: according to the quizzes, all of them. people who have just met me think slytherin or gryffindor, people who i’m friends with think ravenclaw or hufflepuff, people who know me really well know you can’t box a person into oversimplified archetypes :’) in my assessment of myself, it varies by the day, but i think perhaps gryffindor today?

last movie watched: hot fuzz (a classic)

last song listened to: summer breeze by sf9

no. of blankets you sleep with: like 2

random fact(s): i won lego building competitions as a child, one of my dream roles is anastasia from the musical named after her, i played violin for a very short time, i bake the cakes for all my family and friends’ birthdays, i have strangely strong grip strength

SIX

10 songs i can’t stop listening to:

love me 4 me- rina sawayama

cherry- rina sawayama

in & out- red velvet

crush culture- conan gray

manic- conan gray

the king- conan gray

summer- pentagon

told you now- jeremy jordan (originally sung by sam smith)

fuck this world (interlude)- rina sawayama

someone who loves me- sara bareilles

#these were sooooooooooo fun!!#thank you for tagging me eggy #i feel like i maybe exposed myself for being a gluttonous fool tho #lmaoooo #fr tho try these games out!! so fun #sarah.tmi #tag games

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uas-fics · 5 years

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Title: Lego Butterflies

Summary: Tweek is so excited to join a lego house contest with his friends Jimmy and Timmy. Nothing could ruin his day! Except maybe Nathan and his schemes of revenge against Jimmy!

Rating: G

Ships: Mentioned Creek.

Other: For @tweekweek, day 2 Talent. I have no idea if this Red Cross idea would even work but you know what, it's just a setting and conflict set up sooo..... *shrug*

Also, disclaimer, I didn't have time to do as much research as ASL as I should have, so the wording of Timmy's dialog isn't perfect, and I apologize. :(

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Tweek bounced in his seat, a goofy smile on his face. The weekend didn’t come fast enough. Since Wednesday, Tweek hopped into bed early in an attempt to force time to move its butt along so Saturday’s event could finally happen.

Jimmy sat to his left and Timmy to his right. They shared his excitement.

Jimmy was the one who brought Tweek the flyer, shoving it under his nose during recess.

"The South Park Red Cross's first annual building contest: An event for children thirteen and under to show off their building skills and have fun!" The flyer proclaimed in Comic Sans font. "Come by and bring your kids for a lego brick contest with plenty of wonderful prizes for the best entries. Lunch and dinner will be provided. starts at 10 am ends at 6 pm. 5 dollar entry fee with be required in advance. For more information call the South Park Red Cross office or email us at SPRedCross@zmail. net."

Jimmy explained that it was a creative competition where a group of up to three kids are given a lego kit and had the day to make the building, but with their own creative twist on it. The first prize winners received gift cards to the local Dairy Queen.

Tweek didn't care about the prize. He was just excited to build with his friends and have fun. He didn't even expect to win, but Jimmy proclaimed he knew they would since Tweek was so amazing at building with legos.

"You have one of your builds on display at the library!" Jimmy reminded. "The one that looks like a b-b-bo-boat? You're a natural. We'll win for sure."

His parents donated his boat to the library without his permission last summer. Though Tweek had planned to recycle the bricks into another project, he couldn’t help but feel pride every time he saw his name on that piece of card stock in the shiny display case.

Tweek looked around the Red Cross building at the other tables. He knew some of the other kids here, but most were younger than him and he couldn't put a name to a face. He knew two of the kindergarteners in the corner. Kyle Broflovski's little brother and the youngest member of the goth kids looked less than thrilled to be there as their parents chatted a few feet away.

Kenny and his little sister and older brother on the other side of the room, Karen speaking animatedly and Kenny nodding along while their brother had a chair pulled to the wall and dozed.

Some girls from his class chatted near the door. A few kids from the special education class that Tweek didn't know waved to Jimmy as they walked in.

"Oh my Gosh!" Jimmy beamed. "There sure is a really big crowd out tonight, huh?"

"Yeah, this might be a fun competition," Tweek agreed.

"Of course, it will be." Jimmy leaned over and picked up his bag from beside him. He unzipped it before taking out some peanut butter crackers and juice boxes. "My mom packed me these, but we're being fed lunch, so I thought we could have them as a pre-build s-s-snack."

Timmy nodded, reaching in front of Tweek for a pack of crackers. His fingers wrapped around a juice box, only for his nose to wrinkle up in disgust when he read the flavor. He tossed the juice box back before snatching up a different one.

Jimmy cocked his head to the side to read the flavor. He stuck his tongue out.

"I a-agree with you there, Tim Tim." Jimmy faked a gag. "Kiwi-Orange is the w-worst flavor. I keep asking mom not to buy this kind, but she a-al-always forgets."

Tweek's mom buys the same brand, and he knew its store-brand juice and the cheapest available at the local market, but he didn’t point that out. Instead, he took the Kiwi-Orange for himself, leaving Jimmy with Peach.

Of the Tropical Explosion flavors, Kiwi-Orange tasted best to him. It was tangy with just the right amount of kiwi. He didn't understand how anyone couldn't love it.

"Well, well, well," A snide voice intoned, "look what the cat dragged in."

Nathan marched up to their table with Mimsy right behind him like a giant shadow. Nathan set his palms on the tabletop and leaned forward a little too far into their space.

"Oh! Hello there, Nathan!" Jimmy chirped, completely unfazed by how close Nathan's tinted aviator glasses were to his face. "You too, M-Mimsy. Good morning!"

"Heya, fellas," Mimsy replied with a wave.

"So, what brings you two here? Jimmy? Timmy? Are you here for the contest?" Nathan nodded to the front of the room where the adults from the Red Cross were pulling out craft supplies from some boxes.

"We s-s-sure are." Jimmy wrapped his arm around Tweek. "Tim Tim, me, and Tweek here are all one group. Isn't that gr-great? Too bad we can't have a group of five, though. You and Mimsy would make great additions to our t-t-team."

Nathan scrunched up his nose like he just stepped on a wet turd with bare feet.

"Oh," he gave Tweek a hard look over the top of his glasses, "really?"

Out of the corner of his eye, Tweek watched Timmy grip his crackers so hard, they crumbled in the wrapper. He glared at Nathan as if daring him to say something.

If Nathan saw, he didn't respond. Instead, he shrugged and stepped away.

"Good luck, there, Jimmy, Timmy...Tweek."

Tweek shuddered at how Nathan said his name. It reminded him a little too much of a cartoon super-villain with a long mustache about to capture the hero with a complicated contraption.

Timmy must not have like how his name was said either since he flipped Nathan off behind his back. Jimmy, on the other hand, seemed unphased completely.

"Good luck to you, too! I know we'll all do f-f-f-fantastic!" Jimmy encouraged. Nathan scowled as he turned around and went to another table.

Mimsy almost followed him, when he paused, taking a look at the box of juice in Tweek's hand.

"Is that Kiwi-Orange? Oh, boy, it's my favorite flavor. Do they have some here?" Mimsy grinned.

"Really?" Timmy signed, sticking out his tongue.

Tweek smiled back at him. "It's my favorite, too. It's yummy."

Jimmy looked into his bag. "Ah, darn, sorry, Mimsy. Mom only packed enough for my team. Maybe I can bring you some at school on Monday."

Mimsy's face fell. For someone with a large and imposing a frame as Mimsy, when he got disappointed, he looked no more threatening than an upset puppy.

Tweek offered his unopened box. "Here, you can have mine. I brought my own drink." With his free hand, he lifted his ever-present thermos from between his feet, still warm with the mid-morning’s coffee.

Mimsy's eyes grew wide. His mouth went slack as he took the juice. "Really? You'd give me the best flavor? Just like that? No fight or nothin'?" Mimsy stared down at the juice box as if Tweek just handed him the Hope Diamond to keep.

"Uh-huh. I'm ok with it, if you don't mind, Jimmy." He turned a questioning look to him.

Jimmy shook his head. "No, it's fine. Our teachers always tell us sharing makes for the b-best friendships."

"Good, there you go, Mimsy. Good luck. I hope you have lots of fun today." Tweek smiled again.

He didn't know Mimsy well, other than he hung around with Nathan all the time, but he didn't have anything against him. Mimsy seemed like a nice kid. He didn’t give bad vibes, unlike Nathan.

Mimsy looked at the box, then at Tweek, and blushed. "Golly, that's swell of you. Thanks a lot, Tweek." He giggled as if Tweek just told him a silly riddle before making a beeline for Nathan.

After the three finished their juice--or coffee in Tweek's case--and crackers, Jimmy gathered up the trash and took it to the trash can before heading to use the restroom.

Once Jimmy was out of earshot, Tweek turned to Timmy with a frown.

"Are you alright? You seem...uh..." he gestured to the crumbs covering Timmy's shirt, "upset? Is this about Nathan?"

Timmy brushed the crumbs off with his face set in a scowl. He looked around before leaning in close.

"Do not trust Nathan," he whispered, keeping his hand movement small and close to his body.

"Why?" Tweek covered his mouth with the side of his hand. Nathan and Mimsy sat across the room, so they couldn't hear him but better safe than sorry.

"He is a dickhead." Timmy cringed. "Jimmy is too stupid to understand Nathan hates him."

"He hates him? Jimmy sure seems to think they’re friends." Tweek frowned.

"He is clueless!" Timmy rolled his eyes. "Nathan hates him. He tries to trick him all the time or get him in trouble."

At Tweek's raised eyebrow, Timmy went on to explain some of his experiences with Nathan that ranged from switching out Jimmy's pencils with colored ones for tests and tripping in him in the lunch line to dumping soda in his backpack and spreading rumors.

When Timmy started to explain something that happened during summer camp, he started moving his hands so fast in his anger that Tweek couldn't understand him.

"Alright, alright, I get it! Nathan is a huge dick." Tweek grabbed Timmy's wrists when he was in the middle of signing what Tweek thought was 'Space-Racist.'

Timmy pulled his hands to his lap. "Be careful today," he warned, leaning over to shoot Nathan a glare.

Tweek peeked over his shoulder. Nathan had his head turned, so he didn't see Timmy's glower. Instead, his gaze was fixed on Jimmy, who was speaking with some girls at a nearby table. His hands balled into shaking fists.

Tweek snapped his head forward. His stomach twisted into knots. Timmy was right. They had to be super careful today.

---

Jimmy, that asshole, flirting with those girls right in front of him! He was just doing it to rub it in his face that, for some reason completely unknown to Nathan, the girls seemed to like him.

He didn't understand what anyone saw in Jimmy. Nathan was much more handsome and charismatic than Jimmy could ever be!

But the girls tittered and fawned over him like he was the best thing since sliced bread!

Nathan gripped his hands into fists.

"Mimsy, we're going to win those gift cards," He growled. "Even if I have to smash their entry myself."

Mimsy looked up from the empty juice box in his hands. He had been staring at it like a dolt since he finished sucking it dry. What was the big deal? It was just a juice box. It wasn't even a good flavor. Only some weirdo like Mimsy would like Kiwi-Orange.

"Ah, I dunno, Boss," Mimsy fingered the box, "maybe we should just try our best to win on our own. We don't gotta cheat."

"Don't you see, Mimsy? Jimmy is cheating! Us cheating would even the odds." Nathan waved his hand towards them. "He brought that Tweek kid with them to help."

"What's wrong with Tweek?" Mimsy's voice pitched up when he said Tweek's name. A small blush grew across his cheeks, eyes drifting down to the juice box.

Nathan pinched the bridge of his nose. "He's an expert with legos, Mimsy! He has something he made shown off at the library! How is that fair to the rest of us?"

Mimsy craned his head around the room a moment. "Well, why don't we ask Colette." He pointed towards her. "She has a lego project displayed at the library too, and it looks like she's all by herself. We can ask her to join us!"

Nathan winced. "Hell no. She's ugly. I don't want an ugly girl on my team." He was trying to win the gift cards so he could get pretty girls. Girls love free chocolate-dipped cones. He would have a whole bunch of girls clambering for his attention when he won those gift cards. Then Jimmy would cry like a baby now that the girls saw who the real man around was.

Mimsy cocked his head to the side. "Well, Boss, maybe you should put your misogyny and bias against women aside this one time and work towards your goal so we can win honestly and you can take real pride in your win."

Nathan stared dumbfounded at Mimsy. Where did Mimsy get these ideas? Probably some dumb cartoon or something.

"Mimsy, shut up."

Mimsy turned his attention back to his juice box with a shrug. "Ok, boss."

---

The rules for the competition where simple: build the lego house from a kit and decorate it with the supplies from the craft table.

The house kit was a simple model, only twenty bricks high with four window pieces and a door piece and a premade slanted roof.

Even if Tweek hadn’t built it before, it was an easy task. He took up the job of putting it together while Jimmy and Timmy gathered supplies and refined the plan.

They had decided to turn their project into a gingerbread house with lollipop trees and candy stuck to the roof. They would use paint to add icing accents and cotton balls as cotton candy lining the outside like bushes.

As Timmy wrapped cellophane plastic around foam balls to make hard candy and Jimmy used a marker to color the cotton, Tweek stood to stretch.

"I'm going to the restroom. Be right back."

Timmy grabbed his sleeve, holding up a sheet of cellophane.

"Get blue," He told him before lowering his head back to his work.

Once Tweek finished his business, he stood over the craft table shifting through the mess of stickers and papers for a blue sheet of cellophane. Most of the stickers had a faint yellow tinge to them and several of the sets of markers were missing colors. If Tweek had to guess, he would say a lot of the supplies were donated from a granny’s leftover scrapbooking supplies.

Tweek glanced over his shoulder at a nearby team’s house kit box. Given how yellowed it was, maybe more than just the stickers came from someone’s backroom.

He set some brown felt aside before a flash of shiny, translucent blue caught his eye.

With a noise of satisfaction, he reached for it, only for another hand to grab it at the same time.

Tweek looked up and met eyes with Nathan himself.

"I saw it first," Nathan snapped, snatching the cellophane.

"We need it for ours," Tweek countered.

All of Timmy's stories played through his head. He needed to be very careful with what he said. Jimmy might be optimistically oblivious enough to overlook Nathan's malice acts, but Tweek sure as heck wasn't.

Nathan attempted to reply, but Mimsy stepped behind him and cut him off.

"Heya, Tweek!" He swung his hands side to side. "Gosh, isn't this fun? We's nearly finished half our house. It's going to be a summer house with a pool and palm trees and--"

Nathan shoved a sheet of craft felt into his mouth.

"Shut up, Mimsy! Don't tell our enemies the plan." He glared over the top of his glasses at Tweek. "He might steal our ideas."

"We don't need your ideas." Tweek reached across the table for the corner of the felt in Mimsy's mouth. He pulled it out then pushed it into Nathan's hands, making sure that the part covered in spit touched his skin.

Nathan dropped everything in his arms back on the table with a yelp. As he wiped his hand on his pants, Tweek snatched the blue cellophane. Before Nathan could make a bigger scene, Tweek took a pair of craft scissors and made a wavy line down the middle of the sheet.

"Here. Problem solved," Tweek set half on the slobbery felt.

A snarl ripped from Nathan’s throat as his upper lip rose. Tweek froze like a rabbit staring down a pet dog.

Oh, shoot! He had let himself get overconfident! Nathan was going to kill him, right there in the Red Cross building, in front of everyone!

Mimsy put his big hands on Nathan's shoulders and turned him.

"That'll be enough blue, dontcha think, boss? I think so. We just needed a little. Ain't it real diplomatic to share like that?" Mimsy jabbered on as he forced Nathan towards their table.

Tweek's body relaxed. Mimsy glanced over his shoulder at him.

"Thank you," he mouthed at him. Mimsy turned forward instantly, the tips of his ears burning pink.

---

Nathan crumbled the blue cellophane and threw it on the table. He was upset, but Mimsy didn't know why. They got more than enough for their pool.

Maybe if his head wasn't so light and spinny, he could figure it out, but right now he felt as though his feet weren't even touching the ground.

Tweek was so nice. He gave him his juice box. He shared the cellophane. He even said thank you for taking Nathan away to cool off.

Tweek was wonderful.

"--msy?"

Mimsy blinked.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, what were ya sayin', Boss?"

Nathan pinched the bridge of his nose, pushing up his glasses.

"I said we have to get those punk-ass jerks Jimmy, Timmy, and Tweek. We can't let them win!" Nathan picked up a pair of scissors and cut the crinkled cellophane to shape.

Mimsy twiddled his thumbs, taking a seat. "Do we have to? I don't think Tweek deserves us destroying his hard work."

Nathan paused and looked up. He fixed Mimsy with a look before he scowled.

"Mimsy, what do you care about that blond twitchy kid?" Nathan asked in a slow, careful tone.

Mimsy picked up a button he had painted to look like a life-ring and twisted it between his fingers. "Oh, well, ah...Tweek just..." He felt a silly smile grow on his face and couldn't make himself look up at his best friend as he continued, "He gives me butterflies, ya know, boss? In my tummy, and I just don't wanna cause him no trouble."

He didn't really want to cause Jimmy or Timmy trouble either, but Nathan had his heart set on being better than them, so Mimsy tagged along and helped him out however he could.

"Oh, for the love of..." Nathan dragged his hands down his face. "You know Tweek has a boyfriend, don't you? Shit those butterflies out already. You don't have a chance."

"I don't wanna chance." Mimsy picked up a lego brick and attached it to another brick. "Just knowing Tweek’s happy makes me happy. I wanna be his friend."

Be his friend, sit together at lunch, even, hold his hand at recess a little, that's all Mimsy wanted. He just really, really wanted that wonderful person to like him and he didn't think ruining his project would make that dream come true.

"Mimsy, you have the brain of a chicken." Nathan shook his head.

"Ah, geez, thanks, boss." Mimsy smiled at him. Chickens are really smart. Their class watched a show on them once. Chickens can count and do basic math! Nathan was such a swell guy for using inside information to compliment him.

Nathan opened his mouth then shut it with a groan. "Just finish building the house and stop pining over Tweek. I'll come up with a plan in the meantime."

Though his stomach twisted with worry, Mimsy nodded. Nathan wouldn't steer him wrong, would he?

---

Lunch was sandwiches, a snack pack of chips, an apple or orange, and a drink. The adults ushered everyone out to another room to eat, so Tweek's group stood with Kenny and his siblings as they ate.

In the ten minutes since Karen started talking to Tweek, he was pretty sure he counted her take a breathless than fifteen times.

"Since it's a kitten's house," Karen explained, "it'll have a pen outside for mice she can eat anytime she wants and--"

"Karen," Kenny cut in, "looks like they're letting people have seconds. Go get some. Get me another too."

Karen looked at her half-eaten sandwich then back up. Kenny shooed her with his fingers and a nod.

"Mom let us come for the free food, sis," Kenny reminded her, taking a big bite of his sandwich. "We'll put the extras in Kevin's bag."

"But, I was telling Tweek about our project." Karen sighed, but pushed her chair out anyway and headed back towards the serving table.

Jimmy laughed, slapping Tweek's shoulder. "Wow, I thought she would t-talk your ear off."

Tweek blew a breath out. "Thanks, dude.” He told Kenny. “She's really excited, huh?"

He raised a shoulder in a half shrug. "It gets her out of the house to play with glitter glue and stickers. Of course, she's excited. I don't think we'll win, but she's having fun, so it's ok by me if we lose."

From across the table, Kevin snorted. "We'd better win. Girls love being treated to a dipped cone," he muttered, more to himself than the conversation between the fourth graders.

Kenny rolled his eyes as Karen came trotting back up. Chips and fruit ladened down her arms. Several sets of eyes from the nearby tables turned towards theirs when she dropped everything down with the thump of hard apples and oranges and the crinkles of plastic chip bags.

Karen beamed proudly at her plunder. "That nice old lady gave it to me when I told her my last name." She waved towards an elderly woman sitting behind the table. See Karen acknowledge her, the woman waved back before returning to her conversation.

Kenny's cheeks blushed red. He averted his eyes and pulled his hood strings a little. Even Kevin slumped down a little farther in his chair.

As is his nature, Jimmy quickly changed the subject before the heavy silence grew too awkward.

"So, w-what else is everyone doing for their e-en-entries? Do you know? Colette is sitting next to us and is making a fairy castle. It's r-r-r-really neat!" Jimmy waved his hands out, drawing the attention to himself and shielding the McCormicks while Kevin unzipped his backpack.

"Yeah, um, oh!" Tweek moved his arms out as well, though not as wide. "Mimsy told me he and Nathan were making a summer house. Isn't that cool? Errr--It has a pool even."

"A pool?!" Karen gasped. She grabbed Kenny's arm and shook him. "Can ours have a pool? I know cats hate water, but I don't think this kitten would. It can be a special cat pool!"

"Huh? Yeah, sure, we can put fish stickers inside," Kenny replied without looking up from his and Kevin's work.

"I want the pool to have pink water," Karen continued, wrapping her arm around his. "It's fancy rose water. We have some extra paper flowers we can put around it, and we can even make an innertube floatie!"

"I bet you can make the best p-pool ever," Jimmy told her, finally lowering his arms to the table. "I think we have some extra pink plastic wrap you can use. If you make a paper c-c-cir-circle you can cover it for your pool."

Karen released Kenny's arm and darted around the table to squeeze in between Tweek and Jimmy, bombarding Jimmy with questions for more ideas. Feeling claustrophobic, Tweek slipped out of his seat. The instant he did, Karen plopped down.

Kenny set a hand on Tweek's arm. "Thanks. I owe you one,” he whispered, his cheeks still tinged with the red of embarrassment.

Before Tweek could reply, another hand grabbed his arm and pulled. He spun around to see Timmy staring at him with a determined expression. He tugged Tweek away to talk privately in the corner.

"I saw Nathan and Mimsy." He nodded towards the door to the other room. "They snuck back in."

"What?" Tweek squawked. He craned his head around to make sure no one heard him. "What?" He repeated, much quieter. "When? Should we tell an adult?"

Timmy shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe? Or..." He flashed a wicked smile, "we catch them."

"You want to sneak in there? How? You're not exactly..." He gestured to Timmy's wheelchair.

Timmy frowned. "I am sneaky."

"You are, but, eeer," Tweek chewed his lower lip. "There are too many people. We have to open the door completely to get you inside and..."

"You go!" Timmy rolled closer, pointing at Tweek’s chest. "You go in after Nathan."

"Why me? We should tell an adult." Tweek took a step away, but Timmy rolled his chair in front of him, blocking his path.

"You go. In ten minutes, I will tell someone." He promised, crossing his heart with his finger.

Timmy had that determined look on his face. It was the same face he had when he argued with Cartman about changing his superhero from Iron Maiden to Doctor Timothy. Unless Tweek wanted to make a powerful enemy of Timmy, he had no choice.

"Alright, fine..." Tweek heaved a sigh. "We still need a distraction though."

Timmy smirked, wheeling himself back. "That is my job."

Before Tweek could stop him, he spun his chair around and surged it forward. In the middle of the room, he slammed the brakes to a stop and fell out onto the ground. He threw his arm up dramatically with an anguished cry that reminded Tweek a little too much of a soap opera character.

It took seconds for all the adults to gather upon Timmy.

Tweek seized his moment and dashed towards the door. He slipped in and turned his eyes to a horrendous scene.

Drops of red, yellow, and blue paint rolled down half-finished walls and stained cuts of cardboard paper. Stickers had been ripped from the lego bricks on some and whole parts of the buildings taken away on others. Swear words were written along roofs in white glue. Glitter covered every surface.

And the end of the line of crafting carnage stood none other than Nathan himself, gluing marker caps to lego bricks with glitter glue.

"Hand me the buttons," Nathan held out his hand behind him without looking up. "We're going to put a big penis on this house. We'll use those stupid colored bushes as hair on the--"

"STOP!" Tweek shouted, rushing forward. He knew it was too late to save his or any of the other projects, but he had to try to save what was left!

With a rush of adrenaline, he dove at Nathan. Marker caps and buttons clattered across laminate as Nathan gasped and struggled under Tweek.

Nathan smacked Tweek across the face with the back of his hand, but Tweek was able to pin one of Nathan's hands down by the wrist.

With a sneer, Nathan aimed the bottle of glue in his free hand at Tweek's face and squeezed. A line of liquid glue hit him right above the right eye.

Tweek recoiled back, desperately trying to wipe the glue away with his sleeve. Nathan shoved him off. He rolled back, knocking into another table.

The folding table's leg gave way, dumping all the projects on it. Legos, stickers, paper, paintbrushes and shallow dishes of water all dropped to the floor. One of the houses hit Tweek on the top of the head. Stars swam across his vision.

"NO!" Nathan screamed. "My project!"

Tweek looked to his side and saw the remains of a lego house with a styrofoam sun glued to the top. The house crushed a paper water bowl with blue cellophane inside and several palm trees made of construction paper.

"Why you!" Nathan snarled. "Mimsy, grab him! I'm going to put a bottle of glitter glue down his throat!"

Tweek tried to scramble to his feet, only to slip on the loose pieces. Mimsy loomed over him.

There was no way out now. He was blocked by Nathan to his left, the other table to his front, the fallen table to his back and Mimsy to his right.

Tweek didn't think he would die today, but here he was about to meet the reaper.

All in all, he had a good day up until all this started with Nathan. He and his friends had lots of fun building the lego house and adding the decorations.

Too bad he couldn't say goodbye to everyone. Where were his parents supposed to find a new busboy on such short notice? Craig would be annoyed, too. They had a date planned for next week.

Accepting his demise, Tweek clenched his eyes shut and waited...and waited...and waited, but nothing came.

He opened his eyes to see Mimsy staring at him, face red and conflicted.

"Mimsy! Do as I say!" Nathan ordered.

"But, Boss! The butterflies," He whimpered as he grabbed at his shirt. "Can't we just go? Please?"

Nathan let out a cry of frustration. He set one foot on either side of Tweek before grabbing his chin. He held the glue up threateningly.

"If you're going to be useless, I'll do it myself," Nathan muttered.

He squeezed Tweek's cheeks into a fish pucker, forcing them apart. Tweek gritted his teeth.

A pair of hands fell on Nathan's shoulders. He blinked and looked up just in time for him to be thrown back into the opposite table. That one fell backwards with a crash, destroying all the defiled projects atop it.

Mimsy's lip quivered. "I asked ya to stop, Boss. I even said ‘please’..."

As Mimsy wiped away tears on his arm, the door opened.

"What is going on in here — Oh my Gosh!" One of the adults gaped at the scene.

Nathan scrambled to his feet, jabbing a finger at Tweek.

"He tried to come and break everyone's projects," He accused. "We came here to stop him from ruining everyone's fun. Tweek is a big cheater!"

"That's not--argh! That's not what happened!" Tweek countered though he didn't try to stand. His head hurt too much. Hopefully, his mom remembered to put the ice pack back in the freezer since Tweek smashed his elbow at the shop. Tweek was going to need it for the lump growing on the top of his head.

Slowly, adults and kids trickled in, looking on the destruction. Some of the younger kids started crying. A few of the adults already had phones out, preparing to call parents.

"Yes, it is, ma'am," Nathan said in his most sympathetic voice. "Tweek came in and was doing awfully naughty things to other people's projects. When Mimsy and I came in, he pushed me down.”

"No, he pushed me," Tweek snapped. "Please, Timmy! Timmy saw these two come in here, didn't you? Tell them!"

The adults turned to Timmy, who nodded once, glaring at Nathan.

"See!" Tweek gestured.

The adults still didn't look convinced. One walked right past Tweek to Nathan, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Are you hurt, sweetie?" She asked.

"A little bit, ma'am," he whimpered. “I have a scrape on my elbow. I might need stitches.”

"I'm telling the truth!" Tweek tried to stand, but the world spun too much for him to stay up.

Mimsy chewed his lip. His hands rubbed his stomach before he took a long, slow breath.

"Missum?" Mimsy tugged on the back of her shirt. "Nathan's lying. You see, we was gonna come in and ruin half of everyone's projects, so no one could tell we really were trying to ruin Tweek's teams, but Tweek came in, and Nathan pushed him and tried to put glue in his mouth. I’m the one who pushed Nathan."

Nathan growled. "Mimsy, you fucking traitor," He snapped. "See if I let you sit next to me at lunch now."

"Young man!" the adult gasped. "What did you just say?"

Nathan winced as he realized his mistake. She grabbed his shoulders and marched him towards the door. Mimsy twiddled his thumbs, uncertainly, before the adult yelled at him to follow her as well.

"Mimsy?" Tweek called. "That was really cool and brave of you. Thanks a lot."

Never before had Tweek seen a face light up as fast as Mimsy’s did at that moment. He giggled to himself before following after Nathan, almost skipping the whole way there.

---

Tweek slumped down against the table. His head still hurt, but at least the room stayed still when he moved. Timmy patted his shoulder as Jimmy sat down across from them.

"Nathan's parents just came to drove him and M-M-M-Mimsy home. They're in big trouble for this. They have to p-pay for the house kits they broke and aren't allowed at any R-R-Red Cross events for a whole six months." Jimmy cocked his head to the side. "I just don't get it. Why would Nathan do something so mean and nasty?"

Timmy slapped his palm to his forehead and dragged his hand down his face.

"He is a dick bag," Timmy reminded him. "Remember camp?"

"Those were all just unfortunate accidents," Jimmy countered. Timmy rolled his eyes and let the topic drop.

"And, anyway, Tweek. How are you f-feeling?"

Tweek shook held his head. "I'll be ok. I'm just glad I'm not in trouble, too. It's too bad we couldn't win the prize, though. Did you hear what happened to the gift cards?"

Jimmy nodded. "Yeah, they decided to judge the ones left standing and pick a winner from those, but open the contest again in a month for everyone else who got their projects wrecked."

"Who won?" Timmy asked.

A smile spread on Jimmy's face. "Kenny and his brother and s-s-sis-sister," he explained. "I saw their finished Kitten Dream House, and it was c-cool and creative! Better than our silly g-g-gingerbread idea by a long shot."

"Will you join us for the next contest?" Timmy wanted to know from Tweek.

Tweek winced. "No, thank you. I'll play by myself at home where no one is going to try to make me eat glue."

"Ah, that's a s-stinky spirit to have," Jimmy chided.

After all that had happened today, Tweek didn't care one bit how his spirit smelled.

If even a fraction of what Timmy said was true, then he had to be very careful until Nathan's anger cooled--or turned back towards Jimmy. Who knows how long that will take!

But if Nathan was upset with Tweek, he was positively pissed at Mimsy for betraying him.

Tweek pursed his lips then nodded to himself.

Monday at school he would ask Mimsy if he wanted to join his table for lunch. It was the least he could do. Besides, as far as Tweek was concerned, Mimsy deserved a much better friend than Nathan, and he was willing to step up and be that friend.

---

AN: Shout out to my friend @najti-nightmare for help with the fic and title!

#tweek week #tweek tweak #jimmy valmer #timmy burch #nathan south park #mimsy south park #oneshot #comedy

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Spider-Man: An Hour From Home

Summary: Peter Parker stops for gas on his way to a comic shop and after a quick Red Bull run at the station, the worst happens. He turns his key and his car is completely dead.

Tony Stark gets a call from his son, who is completely stranded and has no idea where he is. (Modern - No powers, Peter is Tony’s son AU)

Ships: Tony/Steve

Superfamily

Word Count: 4,769

(I just had to get this out there ;)

Tony Stark never once saw future for himself that didn’t include some source of misery. Go back in time and ask any version of himself. It was a complete given. It was the one thing that never failed on him. If there was one thing in this world that he could count on, it was the feeling of steady depression. He hadn’t even noticed it was gone until, funny enough, he started to miss it. Maybe miss was the wrong word?-Until he realized he finally had the ability to count on something else.

The house was quiet. Well, as quiet as it could be lately. The distant hum of machines were running-including Dum-E who was probably making a mess downstairs-and computers were sorting themselves out of one of his never-ending updates. This all provided a comforting static noise. If this had been a couple of years ago, there’d be nothing out of the ordinary. Tony was no stranger to being alone with his thoughts.

But that was a different time. “I don’t like this.” He looked up suddenly from the phone he barely realized he’d been tinkering with. It flew from his hand and landed safely on the cushion next to him as he stood. He had never truly liked the silence but he used to be able to deal with it. But these days, it was just too

“What’s got you in a twist, Tony?”

His eyes landed on Steve who was stirring his coffee so painfully slow that it actually pained Tony to watch. Steve’s love for all things so home-y showed the strongest in small domestic moments of this nature and that was one of the many reasons Tony used to avoid them. “Who’s in a twist? I’m not in a twist.” He shrugged. However Steve just looked at him with that damn expression of his. The one that he made whenever he was about to meddle. He had to say, it was one of his least favorite Steve expressions. He wagged his finger as Steve carefully crossed the room to sit on the couch.

“I’m really not. Wanna feel for yourself?” He let his arms extend into the chilly, air-conditioned atmosphere and wiggled his fingers.

Instead of responding, Steve helped himself to one of Tony’s hands and tried to pull him back down on the cushion next to him. The landing wasn’t perfect but he did end up with a lap-full of Tony and that was the best way things could go wrong.

“Well, if that was what you wanted...” Tony wiggled his eyebrows in that suggestive way that got Steve all hot under his skin like nothing else. “You could’ve just used your words, Steve.” With a final wink, Tony went in for a kiss.

Steve was old fashioned. That was nothing new. But he swore just kissing Tony was an experience. The man never stopped putting on a show and when the venue was Steve’s mouth....Damn. He was always overcome with a tidal wave of feelings. Ever since their first, that feeling of utter relief and comfort never left him. It had been quite the journey to get where they were. Fighting with Tony felt like taking on the entire world but kissing Tony felt like coming home.

“J.A.R.V.I.S. dim the lights-”

“There’s an incoming call from Peter, Sir.”

From over Steve’s shoulder, they could hear the sound of Tony’s phone ringing and echoing about the room. They moved perfectly in sync (as this had happened thousands of times). Tony hopped off of the taller man and went strolling on over to the phone.

For a man usually so reserved (Which was the word Steve used to correct Tony whenever he called it being a prude), Steve looked obviously bummed out by this interruption.

Tony let that go to his head right away. “You sit tight. Because you know what?” He puckered his lips with a thoughtful expression, walking backwards towards his phone while Steve looked at him with impatient eyes. “I just remembered something about Peter’s chemistry project that I’d like to talk to him about. Might take a while though so I hope your comfortable over there....all alone.” He wiggled his brow but turned before Steve could threaten to whip a pillow at his head.

“Hey Pete-What is all that noise?”

“What noise?-Oh sorry, I’m eating chips!” Peter swallowed just seconds after realizing his crunching was not just loud in his head.

Tony rubbed the pads of his fingers against the bridge of his nose but felt no trace of actual annoyance. Just that strange feeling of fondness that always overwhelmed him when it came to his son. “Thank you for sharing your chewing with me and please take your time.” He wiped his hand across his chin as his smile grew.

After some shuffling on the other end, his son spoke up once more. “So I was driving around-”

“Oh, you’re starting with an explanation. That can’t be good.” Tony leaned against the counter and threw a cautious look to his partner who was starting to walk over but he gently faced him with the palm of his hand to pause his worry.

“I stopped for gas and went in to get a Red Bull but when I went to leave...” Peter trailed off and Tony could hear the sounds of him attempting to start his car but it wouldn’t catch. “It won’t start.” He chuckled awkwardly and then there was some more shuffling. “Oh-no.”

“Oh-no? What Oh-no?” Tony waved his hand out in question, feeling a stronger flicker of the worry that was slowly coming over him. He could feel Steve hovering closer and closer to hear the voice of their son better. It was budging Tony closer to being claustrophobic with each inch. He was usually a very touchy-feely person but in times of stress or conflict, he could be a little too irritated by closeness. He scooted over despite his husbands obvious annoyance.

“MJ and I have chemistry together-” Peter muttered sadly though Tony couldn’t figure the correlation there.

“Well...I do hope you’re using protection for that chemistry.” He interrupted quickly. It was a joke firstly but...it was also something he and Steve were thinking of bringing up with their son anyway. He’d been spending a lot of time with that MJ.

“Dad!” Peter’s voice went so high that it squeaked. Tony chuckled lightly.

“Sorry bud, I was just makin’ sure. You’re hitting that age soon-”

“I don’t wanna talk about that right now!” Peter interrupted and he could nearly see his sons embarrassed face. He laughed a little more.

“Anyway, what I was going to say was that MJ wasn’t in school today so I grabbed her chemistry homework for her. I gotta get it to her before it’s too late.” Peter’s voice was rushed and a little...anxious. Tony glanced at the clock. 6:00.

“Where are you exactly?” He scratched behind his ear.

The line went quiet for a few seconds. “Um...I don’t-um.” Peter’s voice was farther and much softer. “I’m not sure.”

Tony was feeling a mixture of amusement and worry...and maybe a little guilty for the amused part. He could almost picture his son sitting in the lot of a gas station looking to find any street sign, squinted eyes because he neglected to wear his glasses. They were still sitting on the counter that he was currently leaning against but not for much longer. He picked them up and handed them over to Steve with a ‘What are ya gonna do?’ expression.

Steve was always on Peter about the glasses and usually their son listened. But lately he’d been purposefully leaving the pair behind. “Send Pop your location through Google Maps.” He lightly smacked his partner and gestured for him to fetch his phone.

“On it.” Peter muttered.

As the time passed, he could hear the sounds of Peter talking to himself and Steve’s phone buzz. Tony resisted the urge to help Steve figure out how to work his phone because he had to learn himself. He took a quick peek at the man’s phone to confirm that they received it but didn’t look at it in full just yet. “Alright. Got it, bud. We should be there-Oh hold on...an hour away? Where were you going?” Tony interrupted himself when his partner held up his phone, pointing at the location.

Peter went quiet before the storm. “I was trying to find this really cool comic book store because Ned’s Birthday is coming up. And he always gets the best stuff for mine, you know? Remember that year he got me the Lego Millennium Falcon? Anyway, I need to find the perfect thing for him and I heard this place was cool so I wanted to come check it out. I planned to get his gift but also scope it out to see if it was worth driving Ned there to make a day of it-”

“Ok, ok. I got my answer.” Tony had to stop his kid before he talked himself to death but there was always the large part of himself that could listen to him for hours. And that was a big deal for him.

‘The only person you listen to is yourself, Tony.’

He glanced over to where his partner was staring with confusion at his phone but as his eyes found him, Steve looked up. The man visibly...lit up when their gazes met. Steve’s expressions were always so vivid and telling. His eyes became much softer each time they connected with Tony’s. It warmed Tony like nothing else. And he found it extremely hard to believe that was the same man who once made that kind of comment about him.

“I could just ask somebody to see if they have jumper cables...?” Peter suggested and Tony shook his head.

“I’d rather you didn’t talk to strangers in that sketchy area, hang tight, Pete. We’ll be there as quick as we can.” He hung up the phone and found himself laughing.

“He’s gonna be the death of me.” Tony swiped the pad of his thumb under his chin and swiftly took Steve’s phone. “He did kill the mood, after all.” He winked before turning to focus on the Map on his screen. The gas station was dumpy and small. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t dying to get their kid away from it as fast as possible.

“We’re gonna have a heck of a time at that funeral though.” Steve attempted to join in on the ‘joking about sex’ only a handful of times in their relationship, it seemed. So Tony let that moment of laughter pass without teasing him for the use of the word ‘heck’. He’d save that for later.

“And I can’t wait for that but first...” He waved the cell-phone about. Steve gladly stood and both men rushed for the front door.

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-”I know you haven’t met my Uncle Bucky yet but I promise you, that impression was spot on.” Peter had leaned his seat back and carelessly threw his feet atop the dashboard of his car. He stretched his arm out further to get a better angle for his phone while he spoke.

The gas station that he was stuck at was actually pretty chill. The sun was low enough in the sky that the golden rays were showering him with warmth and it was a gift when it came to FaceTime lighting.

“So are you just sitting in the gas station parking lot or...?” Ned squinted his eyes as if trying to look past Peter at the scenery.

“Yeah, stuck next to the pump! Do me and favor and tell MJ that I picked up her homework but...” Peter looked at his backseat where the pile of work was sitting. He got a glimpse of a man glaring into his completely still car before parking at a pump that just opened. He then looked back to his friend. “Don’t tell her about this. I give her enough teasing material as it is.” He grinned, a slight blush creeping up his neck. Part of him almost wanted to tell her though. Teasing each other was kind of their thing, even if she was kind of a pro at it and he still struggled. But man did he love it.

“It is your talent.” Ned chuckled. “Where were you going that’s an hour away, anyway? And why wasn’t I invited?” Ned popped a snack into his mouth and leaned back in his desk chair. Peter bit his lip while trying to think of an excuse. He was not very good at lying to his best friend.

“Oh-uh...y’know. I was just going...to um...” Peter scratched behind his ear and tried to ignore Ned’s suspicious face.

Peter started on something but couldn’t find his footing during the sentence at all and Ned wanted to laugh. He knew his friend like the back of his hand. Peter...well he couldn’t lie to save the day. “Ok, You don’t have to tell me. I know it’s something for my Birthday.” Ned smugly smiled.

“It is not!” Peter sat up straighter and tried to keep a hold on what little surprise he had left for his friend. “In fact, I forgot that was coming up.” He tried to piece together something to cover up his lying. He leaned back, trying to look cool and passive.

“Anyone ever tell you that you’re a horrible actor, Peter?” Ned giggled and shook his head. He figured he might as well give up on prying the truth from Peter and wait for his surprise like a good friend. “Anyway, you wanna come over and watch ‘Return of the Jedi’ with me after school tomorrow?” They’d been re-watching the Star Wars movies over the last week for like the sixth time.

“Yeah! But don’t forget-”

Just as Peter started to reply, his phone went completely black and died on him. He frowned and was forced to look at his own reflection.

Man, his dads were gonna kill him for wasting his battery. They had no way to contact him now.

And now he was all alone and bored.

He missed Ned.

Maybe he shouldn’t have spent the first twenty minutes of being stuck in the car trying to work up the courage to order a pizza. He wasted so much battery scrolling through Twitter while he had tried to decide. But he was starving and the gas station didn’t have anything that called to him besides the Red Bull. He wanted real food. But do they deliver to cars parked at gas stations? Probably not. He should’ve asked for Ned’s opinion.

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“Should I FaceTime him?” Steve asked, nose pointed down at his phone while Tony drove.

Usually he’d opt to be the passenger, liking any chance to relax. But he was a little anxious and driving would give him a little bit of control. He tried to peek at his partner and chuckled. “Yeah, why don’t you FaceTime him?”

The car went quiet for a few seconds while Steve mumbled to himself. “I don’t know how. It’s this phone...It never works.”

Tony’s eyes rolled so far back that he was surprised they didn’t fall to the back of his head. “Steve, sweetheart, darling, light of my life...-” He began with a wave of his hand “It’s never the phone. It’s always you.” He grinned madly.

Steve furrowed his brows. “That’s not true. It just...” He looked down at the screen and sighed. “Ok, maybe that’s true but can you help me?” He held it out for his partner who tried to glance at it before his eyes returned to the road.

“At the next light, babe.” He rolled his lips together as Steve set his phone in the cup-holder and started tapping on his legs. He took this moment to be thankful it was just the beginning of Summer and the sun would be out for a while longer. Shining over their son for at least another hour or two. “He’s just an hour away, he’s fine.” He mumbled, knowing full well they were both a little worried.

Peter was just fifteen-sixteen actually (He really needed to accept that he was growing up, huh?) and though the kid thought that was enough authority to act like an adult sometimes, that was far from the truth.

“I mean, he is our kid. That’s how you know he’s fine. He’s smart, self-sufficient...he gets that from me.” Tony shrugged, reasoning more to himself rather than Steve. “But his endearing, puppy-dog kindness and naivety, that’s all you.” He snapped his fingers as the car rolled to a stop. The red-light reflecting in his eyes as he picked up Steve’s phone.

“Oh, gee thanks.” Steve chuckled with a roll of his eyes. “He’s got the best of both of us.” He looked pensively out the window and folded his hands together.

As the light flourished green, Tony had a thought he wouldn’t share. ‘Inside and out, the kid was better then both of them.’ And it wasn’t a purposefully self-deprecating thought or a knock towards Steve, not at all. It was just something he believed with his full-heart. Peter was the best of them. And that made him better. Steve knew it to be true just the same as he did. They were immensely proud of the kid.

Steve slowly reached over and threaded their hands together as they rest on the cup-holders between them.

“This is a driving hazard, Steve. I need both hands on the wheel.” He teased and gently tapped his fingers against the wheel. “I know I’m tough to stay away from but-”

Tony had set the phone down on his lap as he started to drive again but it was in the process of calling their son. Only, he just noticed the call failed.

“His phone must have died.” Tony mumbled with a frown and Steve reached over to grab it again. “I told him to put a charger in his car for emergencies.” He clicked his tongue.

“That kid, I tell ya...” Steve was half-amused and half-worried. “He’s so smart, a little ditzy though.” Steve giggled, having fond memories of the boy sliding his phone down the stair railings or tripping over his own feet yet the next minute landing a back-flip perfectly.

“Tell me, I’m the smartest guy you know, correct?” Tony leaned his hand over and gently thumped his palm against Steve’s thigh with a teasing smile.

“I don’t know how your head fits in this car....” He tilted his head back and laughed “But, I’d say so. Yeah.” He crossed his arms and waited for Tony to finish.

“Peter had his little friends over the other day-”

“Ned and MJ?” Steve asked.

“Yeah!” He gestured with his hands. They were good pals of their son. Tony actually liked them very much. They were both bright kids, he could see them having amazing futures ahead. “I couldn’t understand a damn thing they were saying.” He snapped with an expression that fully enhanced his point of astonishment.

“That’s very humbling of you to admit.” Steve teased him and lightly pinched his arm. Tony rolled his eyes and turned the car. “But you’re spot on. It’s like they’re speaking another language.” He tried to recall some of his latest encounter with Peter’s friends.

“It was all half-sentences and...” Tony trailed off and tried to think of some things he could actually pick out of the conversations. “Lots of laughing. So much laughing-”

“-A lot of what I assume are references that go right over my head.” Steve added with a shrug and Tony reached over to grab his hand that somehow drifted from his grip. He thought about their boy having the time of his life, sitting in their home with his friends. He loved nothing more than seeing a smile on that kid’s face. That’s what he was working, living and breathing for.

“This...” Tony’s eyes glazed over with deep-thought which could sometimes worry Steve. “This is not where I saw my life going. Not even close.” He shrugged. They were both very familiar with this conversation but Steve hoped to run further with it this time. He craved to know the full extent of his husbands thoughts on the subject. “But here it is.” He squinted in the rear-view mirror.

“I think I always saw this kind of life-style for myself.” Steve spoke with earnest love in his voice that comforted yet annoyed Tony. “It’s you that’s the weird part for me.” He reached over and pinched him again.

“Oh, That’s real nice, Steve. You been practicing your sweet talk just for me?”

“I just mean...I never imagined...” Steve searched for words out on the road in front of them.

“I got it.” Tony interrupted, his face genuinely understanding.

Tony and Steve were very different people sometimes. It was hard to believe that they could become so much more. It was shocking to both of them when it inevitably happened.

Tony wanted his little family to live in a world that he designed. A world where everyone was happy. And sometimes his dedication to the idea and the methods he used to get there drove them all crazy. Sometimes it felt like a dream that would have to go unfulfilled. And he couldn’t deny that it was a crazy idea. But Steve was just as crazy. He didn’t just want to go along with Tony’s dreams, no, he also wanted to help him with 100% dedication...even if it required challenging him.

That was how Tony knew he was the one.

Sure they could butt heads but...that was their thing.

“I love you, you know.” Steve picked up their hands and lightly kissed the back of Tony’s hand with such and tender and loving energy that Tony nearly blushed.

“Yeah, I think when we got married, that was a big clue.” Tony smiled and squeezed his hand lightly while Steve rolled his eyes for what felt like the 80th time that day and maybe over the millionth time just since marrying Tony.

They went silent again, just enjoying the tiny bit of calm driving. Lately they had been far too busy to enjoy the little things so it was a nice break from the usual life chaos.

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Tony and Steve each breathed a sigh of relief when they pulled into the Gas Station lot and saw their sons little car parked next to a pump. Peter’d done his fair share of hard work and earned the money for that car himself just like his parents had taught him (Although Tony had been insisting they spoil him ‘just this once’ & buy it for him because they clearly had the money and it’s what Peter deserved-but Steve kept him on track there) (And maybe they did secretly pitch in a little bit).

Tony hopped out of the car quickly, ready to lecture Peter while Steve strolled over a little more relaxed.

But not five seconds after getting out, Tony turned with an expression that made Steve’s stomach drop. “He’s not in the car.”

“He’s not in the car-? What do you mean...” Steve’s heart started pounding in his chest as he tried to look into the vehicle himself like he didn’t believe Tony. “Where did he go-?” He didn’t mean to sound angry but it jumped out in his tone.

“I don’t know!” Tony frantically answered with his own irritation and worry coming through clearly. The two of them stood there in bit of a shock before Tony pushed past to go ask around. Steve was about to follow but-

“Tony.”

His husband turned and literal fire could be seen in his stare when his eyes fell upon their carefree son, strolling over to them from a ways down the street with a light grin and a shopping bag. Happy to see his parents.

“Peter-” Steve began but Tony interrupted him (almost like it was a talent of his) and sped over to the boy.

“What the hell were you thinking?” He narrowed his eyes and Peter frowned, stepping back a little like a kicked puppy. Peter opened his mouth but Tony wagged his finger in his face. “I’ll answer for you. You weren’t thinking. Clearly.” he gestured to the empty car. Steve took this as his opportunity to step in before Peter either commented on that over-used dad line or burst into a rant of an apology/excuse.

“Pete. You nearly gave us both a heart-attack just now.”

“I was only gone for a few minutes and besides, I saw you guys pull up from across the street so it wasn’t like you were here very long-”

Tony rubbed his hands against his forehead and groaned. Steve threw him a look to say ‘hold on a minute’.

“You got stuck at some sketchy gas station for some time over an hour and we come to take you home and find you gone. We know your phones dead, so we had no way to contact you. How do you think that feels, son?” Steve crossed his arms and Peter rolled his lips together.

“I just wanted to get something cool for Ned and the shop wasn’t too far, I thought I could walk over.” He shrugged and took defeat before digging in his bag. “Finally got that car charger though.” He could see his son hoping that might fix the situation a little.

He could hear Tony start to pull out the jumper cables and get to work on starting that process. So Steve gave his son a little pat on the shoulder and a cross look before urging him to hop into his vehicle to get outta there.

After a few minutes and some false starts, they got the car to start. Peter looked delighted at the idea of finally being able to leave. Steve got out from his passengers side (with some of Peter’s car garbage to toss) and made his way back to his husband.

He leaned into the window, arms stationary on the ledge while he stood above him. Tony seemed particularity thrilled with this position. He grinned with a little tease.

“I’m riding with the kid. You got a long lonely hour.” He took a few seconds longer to pat Steve’s thick arm and pushed him aside to get out.

“Hey, it’s better than the lecture Peter’s gonna get. I’ll take it.” He shrugged and hoped inside.

“Miss me.” Tony winked and threw up a peace sign before jogging over, opening Peter’s door and gently shoving him over to the passengers side. The boy knocked over an empty Red Bull can but managed to get into his seat safely.

“Dad. I’m really sorry I made you drive all the way here and you’re right. I wasn’t thinking-”

“Save it. I’m tired. I’m gonna turn the radio on and let that ride for the first twenty minutes or so of this drive...” He slid his hand smoothly in the air "And then we’ll talk. Gotta build up a good lecture anyway, y’know?” He gave Peter’s arm a quick pat, waved for Steve to go on and started to pull out.

Only, the car made it just to the edge of the lot before it let out a few choice sounds and stopped once more.

Peter’s eyes widened and his cheeks turned red with utter embarrassment. “Oh my god. I forgot to get the gas.”

Tony sat up straighter and tried to hold in his laughter because he was still angry. But the boy could just be so...pure sometimes. “Tell me how, bud?”

“I just-I went in to get the Red-Bull and I-” He shrugged and was wondering if it was appropriate to laugh as well. “I forgot.”

As Steve circle the building to pull back in to see what the hell happened now, Tony pulled his son in for quick hug and ruffled his hair. “You’re something kid.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Oh I know you are.” He nodded.

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Peter went straight to bed when they got home. The long lecture and the embarrassment of showing up to MJ’s house with his parents was fresh on his mind.

Steve & Tony, however, finally got some time to get back to their activities.

And the activities, as it turned out, somehow became drinking wine in the kitchen with some dumb, old sit-com on to make fun of.

Because that was life with a teenager.

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ftgage · 5 years

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*stumbles into the room w shades on & a margarita in one hand* beezus again...fair warning i just got back from chili’s & i’m tipsy cause my roommate spent like $100 on alcohol for me...a fcking king !

「 herman tommerass. cis male. 」have you seen gage rowland around yet? i hear he decided to be in AUDAX for their SOPHOMORE year as a CRIMINAL JUSTICE major. the 21 year old SHEEP is known to be kindhearted, resourceful, dull witted and irresponsible. ➨ the muse is written by beezus. she is 21+, in est.

(this intro might be a mess but gage is an old muse of mine so i know him like the back of my hand i swear....& i haven’t fixed my theme yet so forgive me eep i’ll do that when i’m sober later)

trigger warning mentions of neglect, alcoholism, drugs, violence, homophobia

stats:

full name: gage michael rowland

nicknames: none (someone give him one)

date of birth: march 16th, 1999

age: 21

sexuality: homosexual

religion: agnostic

occupation: student/escort

likes: black eyeliner, socks w slides

dislikes: watching movies

tattoos: none

piercings: ears, nose, cartilage

backstory:

gage was born & raised in new york by a single mother. they didn’t really stay in one place they kinda lived everywhere in the area. hopping from home to home for a majority of his life. his mother has never had a stable career. she can go from being a waitress to a babysitter in like three days because she’s so quick to give up. she’s an irresponsible, lazy, struggling alcoholic and that’s all gage has ever known her as. he never met his dad but the man wasn’t any better. the two of them just weren’t fit to be parent’s and his mom unfortunately never stepped up after his dad walked out

before going to college he never had his own bedroom. they could only ever afford shitty, run down, one bedroom apartments and his mom would shove him onto the couch so she could have men over whenever she wanted. he didn’t mind much because he had a really old xbox that he’d play until he was so exhausted he just passed out. that was his nightly routine throughout middle & high school

his mom wasn’t abusive...she’s a very loving women & cares about gage when she really needs to but for the most part he was on his own growing up. sometimes when they were in between homes he’d have to hunt down friends & sleep on their couches. he was only nine the first time they were homeless. she hardly spent money on him so he had the same wardrobe all through out elementary school despite growing out of it. they also never had food in the house so he’d work for free at local deli’s...like sweeping their floors & stuff & they would throw him some food ! if it weren’t for kind neighbors he wouldn’t have eaten

when he was a kid he got bullied pretty harshly for being poor. like...these kids would steal the shirt off his back & laugh because they knew he didn’t have another one. he grew up in a pretty bad neighborhood :/ when he got a little older...probably around thirteen he started to come to terms with his sexuality & he didn’t feel the need to hide it at all ? he was a happy, bubbly kid that was comfortable in his skin. but there was a lot of homophobia in his neighborhood & they didn’t take too kindly to him. he got beat up pretty severely & it happened often. partly because he had a big mouth but mostly because they didn’t like how flamboyant he was.

flash forward to when he was fifteen & he started experimenting with sex. he met this older guy in his neighborhood that took a liking to him (this guy was like forty-five ew) & they started hanging out a lot. after knowing each other for a few months the guy asked gage if he would meet up with one of his friends & gage being the innocent babe he was just said ok ! so he meets up w this guy & long story short this guy got him into being an escort...at only fifteen :/

he’s been working as an escort ever since & it’s done a lot of good for him ! he was v v popular & was getting paid like 10k for dates back in new york. he saved up money for a few years while he was in high school & eventually made enough to buy his mom a house (not that she deserved it). even though his childhood was shitty he’ll always love her...he’s away at school now but still sends her as much money as he can so that she doesn’t have to work. he’s such a giver & takes care of the people he loves...even when they don’t take care of him *cries*. business is slower while he’s at school but he still makes enough money to pay his tuition & support his mom. he doesn’t spend much money on himself because he already feels like he’s kinda selfish just for going to school

he’s a criminal justice major because he wants to be a probation officer one day ! he wants to be the nicest most lenient probation officer he can be...& he wants to be able to get his homies off the hook that’s his mentality w it. he’s a sheep as well because....he’s not smart enough for that app

personality:

such a sweet fucking boy i swear. not only does he take care of his not so great mother but he’s also big on taking care of his friends. the type of guy to give a drunk girl his shoes, pay for everyone’s hangover meals, pay for all the ubers....he really milks himself dry for other people honestly

he’s really gullible & kinda dumb. will say yes to just about anything, doesn’t know how to use a microwave without burning something, can’t follow instructions for shit either

i’m sure he has to go through A LOT of tutoring to keep his grades up to par but he really does try his best *gives him a gold star*

he has a really bad habit of letting people use & abuse him. like there’s been plenty of times where he’s gone to meetup with someone that was suppose to pay him but instead they just...had their way with him & hauled ass & yea it makes him feel like shit but he tries not to let it get to him :/

when he was six yrs old he told his mom that one day he would own all the legos in the world & she called it stupid so now he has a collection of legos ! i’m proud of him :) he has a lego house that he built when he was twelve & he keeps a couple grand stashed in it for a rainy day...& if someone were to steal it he wouldn’t care about the money he’d just be sad that they broke his lego house :(

appearance wise he always looks pretty disheveled, might smell a little bad because he’ll buy a shirt from the thrift store & not wash it, he never spends a lot of money on stuff for himself. the nicest clothing items he owns are things that sugar daddies have bought him & he only wears them on dates

he does a lot of expensive drugs & drinks a lot of expensive alcohol because it’s given to him & he doesn’t know how to say no

he looks tired & worn out all the time because he 100% is but tries to keep a smile on his face anyway...if you ask him how he’s doing he’ll always say he’s doing well because tbh compared to how his life was as a child he kinda is ? he’s not hungry anymore, not struggling financially, putting himself through school...i love him

he’s gay but doesn’t exclusively sleep w men. he has just as many sugar mamas as he does daddies. older women really love him ! he’s young, pretty & dumb...again he’s a giver so he’ll give head to just about anyone

he does an unhealthy amount of cocaine which explains why he’s so awake & talkative all the time. it’s offered to him so he takes it ? someone stop him. he see’s a lot of men that will pump him w drugs just to take advantage of him & he knows it the back of his mind that it’s happening but the money & the buzz is too good

ending this like an essay because i’m drunk at this point omfg so in conclusion gage is a sweet boy w a big heart that get’s kicked around for no good reason love him

#tw drugs #tw alcoholism #tw violence #tw homophobia #nothing detailed #this got messier as i typed because i cant feel my fingers or my brain #intro

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laxit21 · 5 years

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Missed Experiences

Felicity realizes there are some ‘normal kid’ things Oliver never got to do. She sets out to make those memories with him.

Felicity was holding Oliver’s hand as they walked through the craft fair in Ivy Town. She hadn’t wanted to go at first, but Oliver thought it might be a good idea. They’d only moved to town about two weeks ago and didn’t know anybody yet. He argued an event like this would be a great way to get a feel for the community.

She stopped at a table where a woman was selling homemade candles. Felicity asked if she could smell one and the merchant agreed, handing her one. She took a sniff and Oliver saw her make a face for a millisecond before thanking the woman and walking away.

“The candle smelled bad?” He asked.

“It smelled like those scented Mr. Sketch markers, but the gross ones.”

“What?”

“Those scented markers everyone used to fight over in school.” She said. “Every color was a different scent. Most smelled good but some- you have no idea what I’m talking about, do you?”

“Nope. Private school kid. We didn’t have scented markers.”

“I can’t believe you’d never used or even heard of those. That’s like saying you’ve never had a Capri Sun.” She remarked. He looked away from her at that. “You’ve never had one, have you?” He shook his head. “Ok, that’s it. We’re going to the store. We’ve got some childhood experiences to make up for.” She grabbed his hand and they walked to the car.

“It’s not a big deal.” He said while they were driving. “My mom didn’t let us have those things, but it didn’t mean my childhood was bad.”

“Oh, I wasn’t- I didn’t think it was bad, its just- these things, these experiences, most people our age got to do them as kids and you didn’t. I wanted you to get to try them, but if you aren’t interested-“

“Are you kidding me? I used to see Capri Sun commercials and Kid Cuisine and those galaxy brownie things and beg my mom to have Raisa buy them but she said no. it might be 20 years later, but I still wanna know what they taste like.”

“Good. So, Capri Suns, Kid Cuisine, and Cosmic brownies are on our list. Anything else?”

“I feel like I’ll know them when I see them.”

They went to the store and wound up buying everything from Capri Suns to Otter Pops and more. The cashier probably thought they were stocking up to be invaded by 8-year-olds, but they didn’t care. Felicity was reliving her childhood and Oliver was making up for the things he missed during his.

Oliver liked Capri Suns, Cosmic brownies and Otter pops. He thought Kid Cuisine was kinda bland and decided Spaghetti-O’s were just gross, as was Chef Boyardee. He was on the fence about Bagel Bites. They were perfectly edible, but they didn’t taste that much like pizza and the bagels weren’t great.

“Ok, now that we’ve given you the typical kid food experience, what else are we missing?” Felicity asked. "Any trips you never got to go on? Any toys you wanted but didn’t get to play with?”

He thought about it for a minute. “Well, it’s not that I didn’t get to play with Legos, but my parents gave them away before Thea was born. They told me she might choke on them.”

“Yeah, if you just left them lying around on the floor.” She remarked. “Let’s see how many I can buy online.”

“You don’t- you don’t have to buy me Legos.” He said.

“I miss my Legos. Do you want Legos?” She asked him, and he nodded. “Ok, so we’re buying them. See this is the upside to adulthood. We can spend a bunch of money on junk food and buy all the toys we want, and no one can stop us because we’re grown-ups and we bought them with our own grown-up money.”

A giant box of Legos was delivered to their townhouse the next day. They spent most of the day playing with them. It was a little immature for them to spend all day playing and building things, but it was also nice to have a day where they could forget about all of their problems.

“I hope our kids don’t feel like they missed out.” Oliver told her that night while they were cleaning up the mess they’d made. The last thing they wanted was to step on any errant Legos lying around.

“Our kids?” She asked. They’d only been together for a few months. They hadn’t talked much about the future, much less about kids.

“You know, a while from now, if we have kids.” He backtracked. Oliver didn’t know if he’d have kids, but if he did, he wanted to have them with Felicity.

#arrow fic #arrow #olicity #olicity fic #drabble #oliver queen #felicity smoak

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agent-alexandradanvers-blog · 6 years

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forever a family: Scott x Hope

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15727164

Cassie had taken her dad’s phone, noticing that he was prepping the ingredients for their dinner. She and her dad had decided on a movie earlier, which was Tangled, one that they both had not watched. Cassie scrolled through the phone, looking at the apps, before deciding that she it would be way more fun to watch the movie with her dad’s girlfriend Hope. So, she set out on a mission, looking for Hope’s contact. With her experience calling her dad using FaceTime every other night, she decided to FaceTime Hope.

On the other side of San Francisco, Hope’s phone rung and rung, echoing throughout the house. She was currently working on an upgrade for her Wasp suit that her mom had pitched in, and her dad and her were working on it to get it up and running as fast as possible.

“Jellybean, your phone’s ringing! It’s from Scott!” shouted Janet Van Dyne from the living room. She was playing around with her iPhone, something that she didn’t have pre-Quantum Realm. To Janet, emojis were the funniest thing ever, and she loved to use them in reply to the texts that Hank or Hope would send to her.

Noticing that she didn’t get a reply, Janet got up from the sofa, picking up the phone from the sofa table to go downstairs to the lab where her husband and daughter were working hard. She clicked on the answer button, and was surprised to see an adorable little girl holding the other phone.

“Hi Grandma Janet!” greeted Cassie, glad that someone had finally picked up the phone.

“Hi sweetie, is your dad looking for Hope?” asked Janet, confused that the little girl had called instead of Scott.

Cassie shook her head. “No, I am. I wanted to invite her over to watch a movie with me.” clarified Cassie.

“Oh, I see. Well, Hope is downstairs, I’m bringing the phone to her right now,” said Janet, walking down the stairs that led to the basement.

“Ok Grandma Janet! Thank you!”

Hope was so focused on working on the upgrade, that she didn’t notice her mom standing in front of her, behind the laptops that were scattered around the table top, all working different things all at once.

Janet cleared her throat.

“Jellybean?” she tried again to get her hardworking daughter’s attention.

“Mom? What is it?” asked Hope, not even looking up from her laptop.

“Bye Cassie!” said Janet, waving bye to the little girl.

“Bye Grandma Janet!” Cassie waved back.

“Cassie’s looking for you.” said the older woman, handing her daughter’s phone to her, before she went back up to the living room.

“Hi Hope!”

“Hi Cassie, what’s up? Where’s your Dad?” asked Hope, as this was the first time Cassie had ever called Hope without Scott there.

“Could you come over to watch Tangled with me?” Cassie completely ignored the question about her dad, noted Hope.

“Cass, what about your dad? You know he loves the daddy daughter time you guys have,”

“Yeah, but it’d be cool if you were there too!”

Cassie could hear her dad yelling at himself for messing something up in the macaroni recipe

“Plus, he made mac and cheese.” She tried her very best to make puppy eyes, knowing Hope would give in.

“Okay then,” said Hope, giving in to Cassie’s adorable puppy eyes. “I’ll swing by later, in maybe 20 minutes? I need to finish some things up over here.”

“Yes!” exclaimed Cassie, pumping her fist in the air. “You’re the best, Hope! See you later!” Cassie blew a kiss at the camera, waving bye, before clicking the screen to end the call.

Hope’s heart swelled from how sweet the little girl was, and waving bye to her, she went to finish her work as quickly as she could.

In 15 minutes, she knocked on Scott’s door, one hand holding a bag of huge marshmallows that she had picked up from the store. She had showered and changed into something more comfortable, sporting a black sweater to match the breezy San Francisco weather, as well as a pair of well worn skinny jeans. Her hair was pulled into a loose braid.

Scott, wore a blue apron with food smudges down the middle, opened the door, his mouth dropping slightly, shocked that Hope would just turn up without telling him. Cassie spotted the pair from the kitchen, jumping up from her spot, running to the doorway.

“Hi Hope!”

“Hey Cassie, you didn’t tell your dad that you invited me over?” asked Hope, leaning down a bit to face the running girl.

Scott pivoted on his foot, to face his daughter, mouth wide open. It wasn’t like Cassie to invite his friends. But he had noticed the way that Cassie looked up to Hope and the way that it made Hope more relaxed whenever they would hangout together. And Cassie was thrilled that someone like Hope was watching her dad’s back. Maybe it was because Hope and himself were both superheroes, he thought.

Cassie leaped into Hope’s arms, her little legs wrapping around her waist. Hope stumbled back slightly, stepping back to even out the added weight.

“No,” Cassie said, shaking her head. “I wanted to keep it a surprise! Hope’s gonna watch Tangled with me!” she continued, facing her dad, as Hope carried her.

The marshmallow bag had started slipping from Hope’s grasp, and she flicked her hand upwards, and thankfully, Scott’s reflexes were enough to catch the bag before it fell to the ground.

Scott stared at her, wide-eyed. In Scott’s mind, there was no way that Hope, who was all about healthy eating and working out, would voluntarily bring marshmallows to his house.

Cassie, psyched for marshmallows, threw her arms around Hope again. She leaned back, arms still around Hope’s neck, to face both Hope and her dad.

“We could do the chubby bunny challenge!” exclaimed Cassie.

“The chubby what challenge?” asked Hope.

“The chubby bunny challenge!” repeated Scott, in the exact same tone and pitch his daughter used moments before. Still sensing that Hope was confused, he clarified: “You know, where you stuff as many marshmallows in your mouth as you can and try to beat the other players.”

Hope nodded slowly.

Sharp beeps travelled from the kitchen to the doorway, signalling that something had overflowed onto the stovetop.

“Crap, that’s the macaroni. I’ll be back. Okay, Peanut, behave.” said Scott, mentally kicking himself, before turning to run back into the kitchen to clean up the mess he made.

Hope stepped through the doorway, and gently put Cassie down on the floor. Cassie held onto Hope’s hand, leading her into the living room. Scattered across the floor were some lego buildings, some half built and some in pieces. It was supposed to come together as a replica of San Francisco, but Hope suspected that Scott only worked on it when Cassie was there, which was why it still wasn’t built even if Scott had bought it 7 months ago.

“Hope? Could you help me tidy up? Dad says we have to tidy up before we eat dinner. And we have the chubby bunny challenge and the movie after.”

“Of course Cassie, just tell me where I need to put the stuff.”

Together, they put the blocks that belonged together into the same ziplock bag, placed them in a big container, carried it back to Cassie’s room, and slid it under her bed.

“Mac and Cheese!” yelled Scott from the kitchen.

“Race you!” challenged Cassie, sprinting out of her room as fast as her legs could carry her.

Hope followed suit, right behind Cassie, their footsteps making a thump thump sound on the creaky floorboard.

Scott produced three identical bowls of Mac and Cheese, sliding it across the table to each of their designated spots. Lastly, he placed a steaming pot full with macaroni and cheese, smack dab in the centre of the countertop.

Cassie ran into the kitchen, jumping up to peck her dad on the cheek. The lightbulbs that hung above the countertop flickered and illuminated a soft glow on the walls.

“Thanks for the dinner, Dad!“ said Cassie, sitting down on her spot, waiting for Hope and Scott to sit down so she could dig in. Cassie usually sat on the left hand side, and her dad at the head. However, when Hope came over, Hope and her dad would sit on the right and left side of the counter, leaving her the middle spot. Scott took of his apron, leaving it on the side counter.

“Peanut? Do you want a juice box or something?” asked Scott.

“Orange juice please!” answered the little girl.

Scott opened the fridge door, getting 3 orange juice boxes. He put them next to their bowls, went to sit down next to Cassie. His back faced the doorway, leaving the spot opposite of him for Hope.

Hope walked in moments later, her braid barely holding in place. She leaned down to kiss Scott on the cheek, silently thanking him for the dinner. A blush crept up Scott’s neck, causing Cassie to burst into fits of laughter.

Now with Hope sitting down, Cassie started digging into her food. They sat in a comfortable silence for a while, eating their food.

“Oh my god Scott.” said Hope, covering her mouth as she chewed her mac and cheese. He definitely improved since the last time he cooked. If she wasn’t so pissed at him for getting mixed up with the Avengers, she would say the 2 years on house arrest paid off.

“What? Is it bad? Is it too salty? Too cheesy?” asked Scott, scared that he’d down something wrong.

“No actually,” said Hope, laughing as she wiped her mouth. “It’s amazing. Better than my dad’s.”

“No way. Better than the Hank Pym. Could you repeat that again?”

“Scott.” Hope arched her eyebrow. “Don’t push it.” she said jokingly.

After bowl after bowl of mac and cheese, they cleared their dishes and placed them on the counter next to the dishwasher.

“I’m full now. Thanks!” said Cassie.

“You’re welcome, Peanut. But if you’re so full, do you still want to play the Chubby Bunny challenge with Hope?” asked Scott, teasing his daughter.

“You bet!”

Cassie opened the cabinet, revealing the pack of huge marshmallows that Hope had brought. She ripped the packaging open, letting the contents spill over the countertop.

“Okay, Hope. So the Chubby Bunny challenge is to get as many marshmallows as you can in your mouth. After I take one and put it in my mouth, I have to say Chubby Bunny. Got it?” said Cassie, demonstrating by putting one in her mouth. “Chubby Bunny.”

“I think so....” said Hope, nodding her head.

“And you’re not allowed to swallow. Or chew. Or cheat like daddy always does.” she continued on, glaring at her father, earning a laugh from Hope.

“What?” He put his hands up in mock surrender, sending innocent looks to both Cassie and Hope, who simultaneously rolled their eyes.

Cassie went first, placing one marshmallow into her mouth. “Chubby Bunny.”

Hope went next, following what Cassie did. “Chubby Bunny.”

Scott picked one up, flinging it towards the ceiling, opening his mouth, allowing the marshmallow to fall into his mouth. With a triumphant look on his face, he said: “Chubby Bunny.”

The game went on and on, until Cassie had 5 stuffed into her mouth, and she couldn’t say Chubby Bunny without choking. She spit out 2, and chewed the rest. “Yes! 2 more than last time! High Score!” She high fived her dad, who couldn’t look more proud.

Now the competition was between Hope and Scott. Hope, determined to win, since she literally kicked his ass every time they had training. Scott, also determined to win, since this was something he actually had a shot at beating Hope at.

Hope had managed to put 7 in her mouth, before having to spit them out.

“Yes! I w—in!” came the muffled victorious yell of one Scott Lang.

Cassie shook her head. “Dad, you still need to say Chubby Bunny.”

“Chu—“ He put his hand out, pausing so he could shift the marshmallows in his mouth.

“—bby Bunny.” In less than 2 seconds, Scott managed to chew and swallow the 7 marshmallows in his mouth.

A few drinks of water later, Cassie decided to go watch the movie. Scott had placed his arm around Hope’s waist while she leaned into his side. She grabbed her dad’s hand, guiding him to the living room.

Together, they went to watch Tangled. Cassie got the remote, then flipped through the Netflix profiles until she reached the kids one, and quickly found Tangled. All three of them sat on the couch, Scott sat in the middle while Cassie sat on his lap. Hope leaned against Scott’s left side, tucked her legs under her, with his arm wrapped around her. Cassie held her bunny in her hands, occasionally played with it’s ears.

At the end of the movie, Cassie’s head lay on Hope’s lap, her feet in her dad’s lap. Scott gently moved his daughter’s feet off his lap and shuffled to the kitchen to load the dishes into the dishwasher. He motioned to Hope to carry Cassie to bed.

“Please,” He mouthed from across the room and pouted like a six year old kid.

Hope, tempted to roll her eyes, but she nods in response and her attention went back to Cassie. The eight year old’s eyes flutter shut, as she tried her very best to keep them open, as well being worn out from the day. Hope turned to the clock on the wall, and the clock hits 11:45.

Hope watches her sleep peacefully for a few moments, before remembering that she needed to bring Cassie to bed. Carefully, Hope puts one hand around her back, and lifted the little girl into her arms. Cassie’s hands automatically loop around Hope’s neck and Hope carried her up the few steps up the staircase and into her bedroom. She closed the door slightly so a little sliver of light shines in the room.

Hope tucked Cassie in bed, gently placed so she’s under her butterfly-themed comforter. Cassie brought the bunny into the crook of her arm, and hugged the bunny tighter.

“Goodnight sweetie,” said Hope and kissed Cassie gently on the forehead.

“Hope?”

“Yeah sweetie?” replied Hope.

“Could I tell you something?” asked the little Lang.

“Of course hon,” Hope said, as she sat down again on the edge of Cassie’s bed. She used her hands to push Cassie’s hair that had fallen near her eyes, and tucked it behind the little girl’s ear.

“You remind me of Rapunzel. And Daddy reminds me of Flynn. Or you know, Eugene.” said Cassie, noting the parallels between the movie and her dad’s life.

“It’s like people think he’s a bad man for going to jail, but really, he isn’t,” clarified Cassie, who noticed Hope’s slight confusion. “And he’s funny. Like daddy.” giggled Cassie.

Hope smiled at the little girl, and admired how bright and charming she was, just like her dad (well, not the bright part).

“And what about me?” asked Hope, referring to the connection that Cassie made between herself and Rapunzel.

“Well......” Cassie started off, thinking about the movie she just watched. “You’re brave, like Rapunzel. Adventurous, pretty, nice, and she can beat Flynn’s butt. Just like you beat daddy’s butt all the time. And that’s why Tangled is my new favourite movie,” smiled Cassie, who looked up at the older woman. “It reminds me of you and daddy!”

Hope, speechless as the compliments spill out of Scott’s young daughter, and lightly pinched Cassie’s adorable cheeks, smiling at her. Tears threaten to spill out and over her cheeks, but she willed them to stay in place.

She imagines the version of her 3 years ago would have shaken her head, wondering why she would be sentimental just because of some compliment a little girl gave her. She would have convinced herself that she was still the stone cold bitch that had her walls up, guarded, protecting the mess that was inside. Something clicks inside of her, and she knows, that she’ll love Scott and Cassie forever, no matter what.

“Hope?” asked Cassie, noticing that Hope’s eyes were watering.

“Yeah?” Hope wipeed her eyes, the tears blurring her vision.

“Are you crying?”

“No,” Hope denied, though the tears said otherwise.

“Are they happy tears? Or sad tears?” asked Cassie, and sat upright to face Hope.

“Happy tears, Cass, happy ones.” answered Hope, smiling once more, as more tears stream down her face.

Cassie puts her hands on Hope’s shoulders, kissing both her cheeks and lastly her nose. Hope recognised it, something she’d seen Scott do countless times to Cassie. She’s amazed by how much a small gesture can make her feel, and she’s content and happy and proud. Proud of Cassie, for being a caring, supportive, amazing daughter to Scott, proud of Scott, to have raised a wonderful, brave, and welcoming person even if he had decided to take on the job of a “modern day robin hood”.

“Hope?” said Cassie again, and caught the older woman’s attention. ”Will you be my new mommy?”

The question caught Hope off guard, and she’s stunned for a few seconds. She’s not sure how to answer. She contemplates between two answers, and finally settling on one that she hopes Cassie understands.

“If you want me to be,” answered Hope.

“Of course!” squealed Cassie, throwing her arms around Hope.

Hope smiled against Cassie’s dark brown hair, and whispered: “I love you, Cassie. Goodnight sweetie.”

“Goodnight Hope,” whispered Cassie back at Hope. “I love you too.” Cassie snuggled back underneath her bed, and hugged her bunny to sleep. Hope got up, leaving Cassie’s bedside to find Scott.

#fanfic #my own fanfic #ao3 #scott lang x hope van dyne

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stone-man-warrior · 3 years

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December 13, (Sunday), 2020: 3:51 (Windsor)

There is no Russia.

There are no Russians.

Dues paid in full, SAG Card in good standing.

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3:59 pm:

Other, unrelated Russian bullshit from Britain:

Real quick: There are Ford 351 Cubic Inch Displacement V-8 Motors. You can get those inside of old classic Ford cars & trucks, some are “351 Windsor”, some are “351 Cleveland”, both “Windsor”, and “Cleveland”, are words suitable for fighting over, are verbal weapons, put the two words together, and you have a nitrous gas weapon that cuts when you swing it. Put it in a car, and it goes fast as it cuts, aspirated with 4-Bbbl Holley.

I don’t know what the design characteristic differences are between Cleveland and Windsor 351 cubic inch displacement V-8 motors.

The key to starts each motor, seems to be on the helm of a boat, one that weighs less than the water it displaces, which is the reason the boat floats.

HMS Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis

A Boat.

FLOTUS

Weighs less than the water it displaces. We have a new FLOTUS Boat in port right now, shiny, all cleaned up, refurbished older classic model, one that already has seen some battles on the High See’s. (is also trending on Twitter last night, WSJ says use of “Dr.” written on the hull is no good for new, old, FLOTUS)

There is also a Dodge 318 Cubic Inch Displacement V-8 Motor that comes to mind. You can get those in the classic Chrysler products. There is a old 318, pre-1964, and there is a new 318, after 1964.

1964 is Beatles British Invasion. (Russia).

I do know some of the design differences between Old 318 and New 318.

Maybe is better to say “USA 318″ for the old one, vs “British Chinese Hong-Kong Knock-Off Russian Mother Hoax 318″, for the new one.

Old 318 is narrow V angle from the crank center to the outer wings of the V shape on the heads, where the valve’s are controlled from the cam, below them. The Valve timing must be adjusted manually at the valve guide rocker arm tappets gap to specifications and service limits.

New 318 is wide-angle V shape from crank center to outer wing heads of the V shape. There is no valve timing adjustment, necessary, or possible on New 318. All is done with some kind of Amp Guru magic wand for making the valve’s work, somehow, is a mystery, no way to control the timing of the valves anymore, is automatic, comes from the Martinizer or something, secret knowledge, was wiz-bang high tech, no one talked about how come the 318 works so good without need for scheduled valve adjustment maintenance.

“That because they are Hydrolic Tappets” says auto mechanic guru when I ask questions.

“Ok... Hydrolic ones. That explains it then, thank you” I reply, knowing stepped in some kind of slippery slope only leads to the ground from there.

New 318 is much wider than it’s dead brother who ran out of Valve Timing Adjustment, needs more lateral room to fit it’s fat ass in under the bonnet (used to be a hood, I think is a bonnet now, see Jon Bonnet Ramsey areas of Russian Hoax Mother, maybe is more about that over there.). They call it “The Wedge” because of the wide-angle of the orientation of the shape of the engine block and heads. Intake Manifold is HUGE for those. (try a Weiand 4 bbl high-rise with Holley carburetors... experiment with different ones. it’s 1965. so, see what works, then report back to AutoMechanic Guru... Mr. GoodWrench. One time I put a Rochester Carburetor onto a 1969 Toyota Corona... it worked good. I don‘t know how come the thing fit on there, it just did, so, I hooked up some linkage, and off to the rodeo, for about 4 years with that. no problems. Later on, I put a 1986 nissan motor into a 1974 Datsun truck. There were some problems, had to make it fit, the fan kept going through the radiator, had to start over, but the motor I bought was new fangled computer operated motor... I did not get that part.... only the motor. Everyone says: “you need the computer part, it’s never going to work.” I said “go fuck off with your Lego’s, this thing has spark plugs, a distributor, is fuel injected. All it needs is some fuel and some air, it’s going to work without the computer part” and that is what happened. It worked without the computer part, and, it worked real good.)

Just some things to think about while Jill Biden is floating around with last minute hull dressings choices to decide what to call the HMS Boat she is riding on.

4:40 plus 8 pm.

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5:38 pm: Walmart visit at the “Nightmare Before Elm Street” event from Friday or whenever that was:

My memory is returning some small details about things that happened there.

The Guillotine was there, I remember now, it was there on the way in, and on the way out too.

Looks like it’s part of the door.

You cannot see the guillotine. They put so much distraction, that even if you look right at it, you still don‘t know it’s a guillotine.

Mostly, it’s because we have been programmed and conditioned since we were children that there are no guillotines at the Walmart as you go in. So, mostly, that’s why we can‘t see the guillotine at the Walmart front entrance. (with new COVID Corona Rules, there is only one way in, and one way out of the Walmart now. The West Side Story, is that COVID rules from Salem Oregon Kate Brown HQ says that the West Side Entrance is to be closed, for COVID Safety. There is a small side door near that hallway where the Carnival Games are at, on the Shopping Cart Port side of the building where those get cleaned up and put back into circulation, like miniature FLOTUS HMS Biden’s. That door also is closed, big sign on the Art Easel says “This Door is Designated for Walmart Associates Only”, so, you have to show a SAG Card or something to use that one.

The important part: As I went in there, and was distracted by the Salvation Army Door Bell w/Bucket, wearing Chinese Knock Off (Hong-Kong) US Navy Officer Dress Uniform, I stopped right there as I was almost in the door frame going in. I saw something that looked kinda weird, had to rub my eyes... “Uh-Ohh... Walmart Transgender Patrol... it’s coming my way” I said.

I use my Bic Lighter consistently from the time I open my car door, wave it around a little, then get out of the car, all the way through the Walmart shopping adventure in Dystopia the whole time, every time I go there, or anywhere. You need a Bic Lighter to survive. Just light it, move it around at waist high every few minutes and when people are getting close to you. Only takes a second to clear the air.

There, was Pope Francis, coming in fast towards me. The Guillotine was between me an the Bergoglio. He was about 10 feet away when I saw a man wearing a white dress there, I don‘t recall the pointy hat, but, I do recall reaching through the Guillotine frame, saying “This is not a good idea, too risky”, but there were no choices, so, I reached through there, grabbed whoever that was, and pulled as the guillotine was triggered by my arm going through the motion sensor area.

Walmart Transgender Patrol was cut in three pieces as the blade came down. I wound up holding his hand... arm... and one half went outside of the building, the other half stayed inside and went to the left and onto the ground. I tossed the arm behind me to keep my hands free so I could fight when I went in, ducked under the blade that was still chopping, and that is when “The Unclean“ security that I explained sprang into action, also, just then, the man that monitors everyone who enters the store took his usual position in the center between the roped off Entrance Lane, and Exit Lane. He was off to the side safely out of the way before that Transgender Patrol Pope was cut in two at the front entrance. That guy stands there with a electronic Tablet size thing, he is able to read debit card chips as people walk by within range, so, he was Johnny on the Spot as the “Two Piece Pope” hit the ground, and, “The Unclean” began to do their routine.

I saw the man on the floor in two places. Maybe was two people who were cut, one was the Pope, the other was a heap of mess on the floor between the Exit and Entrance sides. I think was two different people.

The man was still alive, his head was moving but was cut long way, in two-three pieces. I cleared all of that, grabbed a shopping cart for some protection, it was sticky on the handle... people all began to come to the exit, I looked over at that man on the floor and said “You have to bring your own hospital”. Then, all of those people, about 15 people, all started to release a lot more gas than already was there.

Some pretty girls were deployed near the McDonald’s, and more of them beyond that, some noises towards the inside of the Walmart were such that my attention was drawn over there, and that is the direction I went.

In front of the McDonald’s, two of those pretty girls were ignited, from nitrous gas ignition, and they both launched up into the suspended ceiling and a piece of the ceiling tile fell to my right onto the place where some promotional items are stacked at the entrance area across from the McDonald’s.

An unmasked man was there to my left as I went into the Walmart. He had seen the two girls disappear into the ceiling and the tile fall from above. That man was mesmerized, in disbelief. I could hear him say “It’s real... the blog is real”.

I advised that if he pays attention to the pharmacy area, those two girls should be coming down out of the ceiling over there any second now, and I walked in that direction, the two girls came down out of the ceiling right there by the pharmacy, just like they always do and hit the floor hard. A cart was there, at the ready, had been deployed immediately upon lift-off, to cart them away. There is a channel built into the Walmart ceiling such that when the terror soldier launch up in there, they are directed to the pharmacy to come down over there, closer to where it can be easier to disguise such persons as unfortunate injured people who came to the Walmart Pharmacy for some first aid, from some other accident, they will say.

As I walked around doing my shopping for some food. there was a lot of talk about “The Pope”, “Francis“, “Bergoglio”, “Two-Piece”, “Papa”, and “Father” inside the store, enough that I believe it’s likely to have been “The Bergoglio” who came to attack me at the front entrance.

I have seen the Pope, the real Pope, here in Grants Pass many times. I have seen the previous one, “Pope Benededict” also, he goes to the Myers terror cell at 560 Jackpine, and, he brought the “Pope Mobile” at least once to Jackpine.

There are some entries here on this account about a time that included a large hot-air balloon, shaped like a house, when one of the Pope’s came to Jackpine.

That with the Pope Mobile, was the day this happened:

I was playing guitar when I heard something outside, and went out there while holding that guitar pick, there was someone speaking in Latin, hiding behind a building here at my house pointing a rifle at me, I spoke back to the person, who shot at me, then ran away. The gun looked like AR-7 to me, a survival rifle, like one that I once owned, is small, is for backpack travel, lightweight.

There also were two other people closer to me, a young blonde woman, and a young man, who were hiding under the deck of a wood raised porch here at my property.

But that happened a long time ago... I am just reminded of it from that Walmart adventure with the guillotine at the front entrance the other day.

So, although there is more to say about the “Nightmare Before Elm Street” event at the Walmart the other day, it’s useless to say the details... no one is going to send the kind of help that is required to stop the size and scope of the terror monstrosity that exists here.

I am optimistic that the man who was mesmerized with seeing the girls go into the ceiling found safe passage back to where he came from, maybe can send proper help.

6:50 pm.

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7:22 pm:

Maybe you don’t believe what I explained there.

I think you need to start thinking in bigger ways than the you have been programmed to think.

Was it the Pope? I don‘t know for sure, I don‘t claim to know who the “Transgender Walmart Front Entrance Patrol” was, that does not matter, is not as important as the event itself, all of the characters involved are terror soldiers, that is the important part.

I can say that when I have seen the Pope’s come to town before, there is also a presence of support people that are also present, they have a particular set of characteristics about them, and, those kinds of people were all in charge at the Walmart, wearing the vests, moving around the inventory pallet jack’s all over the place, at a very unusual time of day for inventory work, afternoon day time is not customary for those small forklift style pallet jacks to be so many, and there were many of them all with about one-half to one-third capacity of boxed store items on them, and, none of the items on the small size forklifts were marked with any brand name on the boxes. So, maybe 20 of those moving around in the store, each with generic brown color, white color, some green color boxes on them, none of which were very big boxes, stacked, arranged loosely on those pallet jacks. But it’s the people who were using the pallet jacks that are more interesting, but more difficult to explain why they are interesting to look at.

First, those people tend to be women, about 60 years old. They tend to all have the same hair style, curly shoulder length grey hair. They all are about 5′5″ or shorter. Each one looks the same as the other one. It’s easy to look at them and think about “Thing One, and Thing Two” from “Cat in the Hat” for reasons that only Sigmund Freud will know.

After careful thought, those women all look very similar to Joan Phillips of 507 Jackpine Dr.Grants Pass Oregon 97526, who I have explained is the leading terror command for as far as I am able to see, regional, global terror leadership over a great distance is at 507 Jackpine, and, Myers at 560 is SAG nbc Universal Comcast Studios version of Joan Phillips, and Bruce & Janice Freeberg of 535 Jackpine is terror Air Force leadership, also regional, maybe Global. Bruce has been dead a long time, is inside of stolen F-18 fighter jet two-seat trainer in the bottom of the Pacific Ocean for about 15 or more years. (Harold Phillips died about five or six years ago, was leader, now is Joan. Rumor is that Phillips are blood relation to Windsor Royalty. They pronounce the name as “Felps” if you are listening to chatter.)

Those people all have a look on their faces that is blank... like lobotomy patients or some other blankness, absence of inner light, souless looking people wandering around while pushing inventory freight pallet jacks around wearing Walmart vests, blue ones.

They stop when you pass by, and stare with blank facial expression that is so weird, you just want to move away from there.

Those people are not the regular Walmart terror assassins. those are more specialized Pope Vatican style Cat in the Hat terror gas warriors... they really do look like zombie face, or other way to explain lobotomy might be a real possibility about why they look the way they do. Physically normal, emotionally not present... blanks.

They have been here in Grants Pass at the other times when I saw the Pope’s.

Also, other SAG looking people were there, you can see that they are SAG actors by the props they use, the heavy character make-up, Hollywood Movie style heavy transforming make-up, the kind that is applied with small trowel, then painted, can‘t see it after that.

Most of that activity with inventory was at the Electronics Department. I saw one of those SAG Make-Up warriors who was playing role of store shopper, go from Grocery Customer, to Electronics Department Walmart Associate. he just went into the back, parked his shopping cart, grabbed a vest, and Viola! Electronics Guru was there. That guy had a beard with a pony tail about 12″ wrapped with fabric small beard coat, colorful, Rastafarian style, is there to draw attention away from more Vatican Souless ideas, towards other, media promotional bad-guy ideas.

Many pretty girls at the Walmart, all of them seem to be wearing very tight fitting leotard style yoga pants, very revealing distractive pants.

All of that is part of usual terror there, other than the “Lobotomy Blanks”... the Guillotine is part of the usual, the Pope is not.

Electronics Department was special circumstance that day. Unusual activity at the door that leads to the inventory at electronics there. Lots of Forklift Pallet Jack w/blank drivers going in and out, was cluster fuck traffic jam there at electronics w/special carts.

8:03 pm.

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9:01 pm:

Some things about “Walmart COVID Front Entrance Monitor w/Tablet Size Electronic Gizmo”:

He is always there now. Been there since around spring time 2020 when the very industrial style dividers between front door entrance, and front door exit started to happen. At first, that divider was a piece of hardware, looks like an Easy-Up Canopy style extendable folding portable fence, scissors style extension technology. That was temporary, but Tablet Man Monitor is permanent fixture. That divider is always there now, but configuration varies, could be some movie theater style rope dividers, or, could be a lot of shopping carts put there to keep the “In Door” aisle, separated from the “Out Door” aisle at that entrance area. The entrance is neither inside, nor outside of the shopping store, it’s a grey area, that idea is present at all of the COVID sort of attack zones around, some kind of non-descript place between.

Electronic Tablet Gizmo Man is only obvious at Walmart as far as I can see, but at smaller venues, the Smart Phone Blue-Tooth Scouts serve the same function.

I say the Walmart has “Debit Card Chip Blue-Tooth Remote Scan“ technology, and I am aware of other, wondering variety of scouts who have the same thing in a smaller devise than Walmart COVID Monitor does. I walked right over to him that day and told him to his face that he was reading card chips, I looked at the device, the screen is blank grey when I looked. He had just stepped into position at the time.

The explanation I was told, about a long time ago, before there was debit card chips on the cards we use for paying, and has been repeated as a further explanation is that the device sends out a signal that makes a three dimensional map of a area within range. That signal finds, wraps around in three dimensions, a signal of the things it is looking for. A debit card chip in your pocket or wallet is the kind of thing it can find. The device, I am told, sends and receives that mapping signal, software cross-referenced to banking data bases, matches the physical shape of the chips on cards, that it finds. The information then knows who you are, as you pass by Walmart COVID Monitor, and other roving equivalents of the COVID Monitor at Walmart, but with smaller devices. They know your banking balance that way and who you are in a parking lot from about twenty feet away I have seen, as a small group of people say: “He has the card with him” when I walk into 6th Street Market.

All of that is not even necessary though, could be bait, because at Fred Meyer and at Walmart, the cash register screen has already been showing the cashiers the banking balances of the store customers as they are at the checkout, been going on for more than a decade like that. Someone with big balance is called “a Whale” at that time. “Get the Boston Whaler”... “Load the harpoon“, “Tell Quint his order is ready”... “Little Buddy!” any kind of whale hunting jargon is shouted when big balance is shown on the grocery store checkout screen. Fred Meyer systems are directly connected to JP Morgan Chase Bank Systems at the checkout grocery screen for many years. That is why I advise caution when asking too many questions about blue-tooth card reading capabilities. It’s not that they don‘t use it, it’s that it’s not necessary, they have it hard wired for banking info of victims.

Walgreen‘s Pharmacy uses wiz-bang modern card reading tech at the checkout, just touch your card to the debit machine, you don‘t have to insert the card at the Walgreen‘s.

Fred Meyer is the big fish for looking at Bank Hijack. Kroger Foods, all of it.

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10:02 pm:

Walmart Entrance Russian Fractal Hoax Mother:

Too much attention is drawn to the entrance at the Walmart, there so much stuff that happens there, changes made, distractions, you could say stuff, and then keep saying Walmart Front Entrance forever, so, you have to fly around in the Russian Mother Hoax to find answers to questions that are not asked at the front entrance.

West Side Story is where answers are at for the Grants Pass Walmart, other Walmart’s may be different story than West Side Story.... it’s that other entrance, the one on the West Side that no one is interested in because of so much going on at East Side Entrance.

Go to West Side Story for a minute, look at the movie details at IMDB.com, look for SAG Cards there.

First thing, is they snap their fingers while walking in a gang and singing... ok...

Bewitched then.

Where is Tabatha?

Which one of the “Derwood’s” is on the screen? Old Derwood? or new. replacement Derwood?

There is a lot of Russian Hoax just right there, at Walmart.

Then, snap your fingers again, because the movie Grease is a lot like West Side Story, sort of, so, you have to talk to Suzanne Sommers there on Van Nuys Blvd on Cruze night in around 1975 or so in that Thunderbird, has a port-hole, so, you know you are at the right place when you zoom back to Salvation Army Bell Ringer at the Walmart East Entrance who are wearing those US navy knock-off uniforms.

The details are all over the place here. It’s deep water, lots of seaweed, there are coral reefs, many small fish, very diversified set of Russian (Walmart) Mother Hoax by way of Van Nuys California Circuit Courts nearby where the Grease movie was filmed.

Too much is going on to be specific.

Van Nuys is going to be a very big fish here in that West Side Story that snaps to Bewitched where Tabatha is so cute when she wiggles her nose, and they tried to sneak a new Derwood into the picture like no one is going to notice that on Amazon Prime Time network television in 1966 or something like that, for crying out loud.

(Jim Dunlop with Cry Baby Wah-Wah peddle and “Snarling Dogs” knurled guitar picks just showed up on Cracker Jack Hoax Decoder Ring Radar... too much is going on here in Van Nuys Courthouse... Need some assistance please.)

“GREASE”... I think the title is in all caps, have to go look to make sure.

10:28 pm.

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West Park Hospital

West Valley Precinct

Golden West Billiards

All Valley Automotive Service (formerly West Valley Automotive Service)

The place next door to All Valley Automotive Service is very special, highly regarded, over and over again, guarded.

and

Tommy’s Hamburger’s

Those are on the Van Nuys Russian Hoax Mother Courthouse, but it’s all protected with a House of Mirrors, and a lot smoke, all kinds of smoke.

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Eventually, you wind up here in the Russian Hoax Mother, at all of the Thunderbirds episodes.

That, all leads to Rocketdyne in Simi Valley.

That will take you to “Fake Rocketdyne” on DeSoto Ave... just stay away for now, there is bigger fish to fry than the ones on DeSoto.

You might have to swing by to find the real Charles Manson, and figure out why so much effort was put onto the fake Charles Manson in the prison.

There is going to be a lot of Spawn right there, they will make you put the Ranch sauce when you are looking for some vinegar.

Walmart West Side Story is a deep place. Lots going on there. Includes some Squeekie Wheel Terror Comm, but, you already found the GREASE for that, so, you know you are at the right place.

Later, if we don‘t stop the terror coup, all of the stores are going to be places where you need to know the secret door knock to get inside, to get some food. We are almost there now.

Better swing by over at the Chaos HQ, talk to Maxwell Smart, bring your own phone booth, Superman.

(shit, here come Jerry Seinfeld on the RADAR... Nueman!)

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)12-14-2020: The CIA, FBI, and Secret Service don‘t hold a candle to these 1960′s Thunderbird’s episodes for when it comes down to training of personnel within their ranks. This stuff is top notch, does not get much better when you consider it’s stealth presentation right there in front of everyone, while delivering the training direct to the living rooms of the people signed up for the training, through covert publications such as TV GUIDE. These episodes are double-whammy terror masterpieces. They simultaneously train the terror army, while setting up the victims, and, promote pedophilia incorporated into the command chain of the terror soldiers being trained, all at the same time, in the same episode. To get a more complete education from these, you have to also look at the companion series called “David & Goliath”, also are claymation style productions. There, you can find where the Christian Guilt is etched in stone into the minds of the young terror trainees of the time period, all of which are in their 50′s, 60′s and 70′s today, and are very dangerous terror soldiers, when their education was further enhanced by the third leg of the Trinity of the education tactic at the churches, in person, with special follow up to the introductory lessons taught on the television within the Thunderbird's, and David & Goliath. That episode above has much going on, but I will say that much of the message is that the title, the “Uninvited” is reference to flame, fire, many ways that nitrous oxide can be ignited, and is bad for the trainees. “Fire is Uninvited” could be gleaned from the episode.(

(Fast Forward to more contemporary, similar training to Inspector Gadget cartoons. There is likely to be a companion to that also to play the guilt card, and in association to Saturday and Sunday Church Service follow up and guidance, depending on religious denomination preferences, or, orders for particular denomination selection from higher leadership. I suspect Ivy League goes to Church on Sunday, leadership church, soldier church happens on Saturdays, maybe, sort of, at least to some extent. So, “What is the sister, companion Television program that accompanies Inspector Gadget?”, is a good question, I don‘t know what it could be)

)Once you begin to see what has been happening with the Russian Mother of all Hoaxes, then you could start to see that the television programs presented something for all age groups, all different kinds of people, either to train them as terror soldiers and lead them toward the churches for personal guidance in addition to the programming, or, to set them up as victims with special conditioning for that, all inside of the TV programs. Just look at 1960′s - 1970′s soap opera’s to see how the women were targeted that way. Why was their no hospital in the entire General Hospital decades of episodes? I don’t know why that happened, but it did happen. There was something for everyone, to be trained as a Christian terror soldier, or operative, or, to be set-up to be victimized by them. They play both hands on the TV programs, while leading everyone towards the church, where the decisions are made, judgement is cast at the Church. Both times I went to church in my lifetime, were bad experience, I did not like it.(

(If you step the fuck back, and then glue together I Love Lucy with Gilligan’s Island, what do you get? They happened about at the same period of time.

You get Cuban Missal Crisis in your living room while the husband is away at night, things a little loose, as Lucy is always trying to find some kind of hobby to occupy her time without having to do too much Splainin‘ to Ricky when he finally comes home and there is no radio there, in the living room where you are stranded watching, being entertained by Ginger and Mary Ann is so wholesome right there, the professor are not able to reach land, the skipper looks important, but... well... Gilligan tries to keep a positive outlook while Babaloo is playing on the native drums on the other side of the island, that apartment upstairs where the people must be elephants or something and you can’t hear the TV. Everyone is stranded, but entertained, it’s a little loose, and the Cubans are not bad guys after all, they are on TV in the living room while we ride the exorcise bike to try to get a signal out on the radio while the rich people “The Third” are looking on, with nice clothes, and some bubbly.

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11:06 pm:

I need to put a conclusion here for this entry to make some sense, but the decoding work hasn‘t even been started yet.

I have to make reminder of the Pope’s Crucifix to do this, I already explained some of it before, so, quick reminder is that the horizontal part is about things that happen on the surface, they go sideways.

The vertical is more about ideas, intangible stuff, it’s where the Pope’e elevator is at, can go up to heavenly ideas, can go down under all of that sideways activity that happens on the horizontal part, towards hell.

Walmart East Entrance is the Horizontal part of the Pope’s crucifix, shit goes sideways there, big time.

That other, West Side entrance is the one no one is concerned with, there is a fire hazard waiting to happen over there, the door is all locked up because Salem Oregon said COVID rules make it too dangerous to use that West Side Door (disregard Dora the explorer as she swims by here, it’s Ellen Degenerous, OK? You really don‘t need any more info than that when Dora is swimming by) and there are no Fire Marshall's anywhere to be found while that door is locked shut.

That, the West Side, is where the questions are at, but there is no one asking any questions, so, the Vertical Part of the Pope’s Crusifix is doing some kind of Hokus Pokus that is keeping the common sense away from there. The Vertical Part is diverted over to the horizontal part of the Pope’s Crucifix, and there is one very small door available on the side, special, for “Walmart Associates” where going in and coming out, is simplified, at least, it appears that way.

Basically, physical activity on the Horizontal Axis, while the Mental Exercise happens on the Vertical Axis. Complications happen with addition of René Descartes and it all turns French after that.

You still have to walk through the carnival games to use that door, they all have a coin slot.

So you do your thinking over on the Vertical Axis at the Wast Side, but it’s crazy there, will blow your mind. Otherwise, you can use the Horizontal Axis at the East Side, a one way trip for most people.

There is that small place to go in and out, special people door, they get a redo or something, I don‘t know how that works, I think they pass out Bit Coin over there, Stirling Air Money.

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12-14-2020: 12:21 am:

Although all of that San Fernando Valley came up on the Grants Pass Walmart Decoder at the West Side Story, much of that could have been planted to show up like that, SAG Writers Guild is evil like that, they can do shit like, while walking and chewing gum.

It’s a trap to go into Southern California, so, without military, that place is worse than Grants Pass is. Looks like bait.

Send help to Oregon.

Please send medical services.

Bring your own hospital.

12:26 pm.

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A Cycle of Truth

The first time my kids walked into California’s Lego Store at Downtown Disney, their feet stuck to the floor. Their eyes panned from wall to ceiling the bins of Legos. Slowly they turned to see tables filled with Legos. The floor allowed their feet to move as they began to explore the shelves stuffed with Lego kits to be purchased and blithely taken home to be constructed.

Our relationship with the amount of information we have access to is similar. How to process it all? What is a conspiracy theory and what is truth? How to tell the difference. What to do if it Feels true?

How did we even get to this reality of multiple truths?

Before The Plague our relationship with truth was based on nature. What we could see, taste and touch. Anything outside of that was ethereal. The Gods or Spirits were in control of it. As plagues and natural disasters happened throughout history, our relationship with Nature changed.

We asked questions.

We developed answers.

Those answers worked until the next natural disaster or plague.

Then…

We asked more questions.

We revised old answers.

We created new answers to new questions.

Our cycle of thought continued until The Great Plague. It birthed the Renaissance, which changed everything. By 1715-1789 the way we thought about the natural world bloomed into the Age of Enlightenment. All those questions and answers, the seeds of Socrates, Plato, Aristotle, and Ptolmey fed Galileo, Newton, Freud, Jung, and the list goes on.

Truth was no longer absolute. Truth became relevant to the facts presented.

What was once a Brontosaurus is now an Apatosaurus body with a possible Camarasaurus head.

Pluto was a planet. Then it wasn’t. Then it was.Tomorrow…?

The Enlightenment wove together centuries of philosophy, religion, science and art, birthed from the Renaissance, into a streamlined conclusion. It is a rubric we all still work from to this day.

Our current Scientific Method.

Critical Thinking

Skepticism

Rationalizing

Natural History

Liberalism

The Constitution

Separation of Church and State

I could go on, but it is a deep rabbit hole and that’s what you have the internet for.

With all of the political and social unrest of late, I keep hearing the terms “Critical Thinking” and “Bias” thrown around. It only adds to the information confusion. Why?

Because Truth is relative to the experience of the listener, based on the rules the Age of Enlightenment gave us. Truth is filtered through the lense of our own experiences, thoughts, philosophies, pain, pleasures and beliefs. These terms thrown around are meaningless words if no one takes the time to define them.

For me, they sound like a long list of criticisms in a never ending argument:

“Check your bias.”

“Think critically.”

“Have common sense.”

“Ya Snowflake!”

“Ok Boomer!”

And scene.

It is right here that I, and most people, STOP.

They walk away from the conversation.

Why?

No one is listening.

The first rule of the Age of Enlightenment is forgotten: to be ENLIGHTENED. To be curious. To learn. Take a step back and weigh all the possibilities. The consequences of harm or benefit. During the 1700s, people would gather in Coffee Houses simply to talk about opposing views. Do openly discuss and disagree.

However, they did not argue. They debated. The difference?

An argument is when two people are talking to prove their own point and not listening to the other. They don’t agree and oftentimes walk away angry.

A debate is when two people are exchanging ideas, listening and considering the other person’s point of view. They never have to agree, however they do walk away on friendly terms.

In a debate, we learn. We expand our knowledge, empathy, and the ability to form relevant truth.

Add in the plethora of information in media, internet, podcasts, books, journalism, etc? How does anyone make any sense of it?

Here is where I start:

First I define terms:

What does Bias mean?

Bias a person’s view of the world. It is our nature for the world to bend to our senses. Our Ego desires everything to match up with how we think.

“If everyone would just do what I tell them, life would be much better.”

The way we process information is the same way. Our Ego has an idea. It begins to look for evidence to support this idea. The more it looks for evidence, the more it sees, the more the Ego feels safer and stronger in it’s point of view. This process is called Confirmation Bias.

Confirmation Bias is the beginning of my Critical Thinking process. When a piece of information comes my way, I stop and consider.

Do I immediately FEEL like it’s right? (red flag)

Do I immediately agree with it? (yellow flag)

Does it make me curious? (green flag)

How I respond determines how I investigate. If I respond in a Red or Yellow flag way, I know that my Confirmation Bias has kicked in. I need to take a step back and look at some facts. Sometimes that means looking into opposing viewpoints. However, I keep an eye out for emotional language and absolutes in their perspective. If I hear either one, I skip to the next piece of information. I try to set my Confirmation Bias, Emotions and Beliefs aside while I am information gathering.

What does Critical Thinking mean?

Once I have identified my personal Bias, I can apply Critical Thinking. My recipe for processing the information I gathered is this:

Occam’s Razor: basically states, “the simplest solution is most likely the right one.”

Balanced with Newton’s Third Law: “Every action has an equal and opposite reaction”

With a dash of Murphy’s Law “Anything that can go wrong will go wrong.”

My Working Conclusion is the end result. I call it a Working Conclusion because it isn’t final. My conclusion can change based on new information. If I call it an absolute Conclusion I am giving into my Confirmation Bias and no longer thinking critically. I want to stay as far away from the slippery slope to “Snowflake/ Ok Boomer” land, which leads absolutely nothing productive.

It is great to have ideas and think them all the way through to a working conclusion, but what then? How do I turn the idea into something productive? This is honestly the most important part for me. Whatever the end result of my Critical Thinking journey, it should help increase my empathy for others while learning to extend grace to myself. From that point I can create a plan of action.

It is a swamp of overwhelming information out there. The trickiest part is figuring out how to get through it all with sanity, while remembering to Love my neighbor as Myself.

That is what Tenacious Optimism looks like.

#Relative Truth #Critical Thinking #optimism #Tenacious Optimism #conspiracy #facts #Occams Razor #Murphys Law #Open Minded #TLDR

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xiuhunsoo · 7 years

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11 Questions tag

got tagged by @stanminseok @chenshirejams @angel-osh and @parkcyeollie

Paige’s questions:

1. if you could be anything other than human what would you be

a cat, like, that’s the dream

2. if you were a zumba instructor what would your playlist be

omg i actually did zumba once but i forgot about 99% of the zumba songs but shakira was fun lmao, tbh i’d probably ask my old zumba instructor for her cds daskdjaks

3. would you rather take a scooter to the ankle or walk on legos

walk on legos, since i’ve been through both of these several times before i’d really rather walk on legos

4. describe your favorite movie

superhero dude tells his life story to one of his best friends while the friend is actually just sleeping and the film shows his life story lmao (if you can guess what this is kudos to you)

5. worst second hand embarrassment experience you’ve ever had

my mum had tickets to this one ballet show for us both and we went to the venue only to find out we were a week late although both my dad and me asked her SEVERAL times if it was the right date a month before and the lady at the entrance just looked at my mum like she was crazy when my mum was so confident about the show being that day and i just wanted to disappear into a hole that moment bc i somehow KNEW sth wasn’t right when we got there and i only saw people that didn’t fit the show audience at all

6. what is your childhood dream job

.....flute instructor......goodbye

7. how would you explain to your bias why they are your bias

oh god i could write a novel about why i love sehun so much tbh let’s just say it were his looks that drew me in initially but i learned to love the rest just as much if not even more like he’s so hardworking and puts so much effort into dancing and exo and cares so much for vivi, exo and his other friends and family and fans and he’s so cute and softspoken and also funny <3

8. name a city that starts with the same letter as your middle name

amsterdam!

9. who do you share a birthday with that is famous

uhhhhhh no idea tbqh i’m gonna google OHHH tchaikovsky!!!!! and the dude that played the dad in mary poppins haha also gary cooper and idk the rest

10. describe your mood with a color

idk sth like a mudded dark green?

11. what is your superhero name

LOL ok fun story i once dreamt i was part of the avengers and my super power was baking and i had a gun that shot muffins, i couldn’t remember my superhero name when i woke up but thinking back to this i’ll go with “Muffin Blaster”

Ari’s questions:

1. Suho’s dad jokes or Jin’s dad jokes?

Suho lmao

2. Johnny, NCT: yes or no? (for science pls)

yes

3. Favorite girl group song?

Red Light by f(x)

4. ‘That’s right, my type’, ‘Never don’t mind about a thing’ or ‘E-X-O’?

That’s right, my type but why choose when you can have all ;)

5. Would you spend a day with Jongin’s dogs or with Toben?

kdjasdkasdksa Jongin’s dogs bc three dogs I’m sorry Toben, I’ll come and spend time with you some other day

6. Have you ever felt personally victimized by our lord and saviour Zhang Yixing?

daily tbh but I love it

7. What would your ideal date with your bias look like?

We’d probably just walk through the city, get some bubble tea, nice food and then pet all the dogs we see on the way and watch a nice film at home

8. Favorite season?

Winter is my time to shine

9. What’s your current ringtone?

I think it’s still Monster but my phone is on silent 99% of the time lmao

10. What pet do you wish you have?

CATS ALL THE CATS and a snake and an otter and a pig and.....I want a whole zoo

11. Your bias group’s favorite stage?

Mirotic cover by EXO-M, Candy, 살다가 and El Dorado at EXO’Luxion (I’m probably forgetting 34234938248923 other stages)

Ana’s questions:

1. what disney movie would you pick to watch w/your bias?

just classics or every disney film bc i’d choose inside out but classic wise probably robin hood bc it’s my entire childhood tangled or brave are great too

2. if you had to repeat a year in your life what year would you pick?

mmmmhhhh 2015 just so i could relive the exo concert, i’d probably put up with the rest of the mess that year was just for that or maybe 2002 when i went to italy with my family that was nice too

3. what food would you cook if you had your bias over for dinner?

oh boy i’m not the best cook but i’d probably ask what he wants?? and if everything else fails i’ll make pasta or japanese curry

4. lu or that good good?

that good good, it’s my most listened to song on itunes dakjsdakdskad (it’s a fake counting though bc i didn’t have the same laptop since i started listening to exo, el dorado would be much higher otherwise

5. which three members of exo would you want on your zombie apocalypse team? (ex members included)

minseok, junmyeon and tao probably

6. who in exo do you want to get a solo album next?

KYUNGSOO or minseok, i’d pay mad money for that

7. if you could join as a member of any girl/boy group which group would you pick?

uhhhhhhhHHHH well it’s hard for me to be a member of a boy group lmao and girl groups are always so underappreciated lmao i’d probably choose f(x) though

8. you just won a one million dollar shopping spree. what store are you headed to?

co’ex artium lmao goodbye money

9. sehun’s rainbow hair or ksoo’s red growl era hair?

THAT’S FUCKING RUDE uGH sehun’s rainbow hair i’m too biased for this

10. which exo song do you think deserves an mv? describe how it would look.

EL FUCKING DORADO! ! ! ! !! I DESERVE THAT MV, it’d fit the pathcode theme so well, with their powers trying to find whatever the el dorado is and mysterious and a bit darker vibes i guess

11. would you rather be yixings musical muse or chanyeol’s?

yixing, my man

Robin’s questions:

1. Is there a day you’d like to relive because it was so good?

7th March 2015, the day that changed my entire goddamn life bc El Dorado and EXO live wow

2. What is your favorite time of the year (because of the weather, or holidays)?

Christmas time is the best, I always feel so warm and happy

3. What would you do if you could do anything anywhere in the world for one day?

Go to an EXO concert again???? lmao but other than that I’d probably go and visit all my internet friends <3

4. Are there any idols/celebrities you think you’d get along with really well irl?

Me and Luhan are the biggest Iron Man nerds I know so yeah

5. Is there a movie that you always go back to?

so many omfg Iron Man, Sherlock Holmes, Harry Potter, Star Wars, LotR, Inside Out, Ponyo are just a few

6. Do you still like the songs that you listened to 10 years ago?

uhhh not really, some of them I can still listen to but I don’t go out of my way to do so

7. What small thing(s) in life do you enjoy/appreciate?

omg so many, food, seeing my friends, seeing pretty flowers, seeing pretty sunrises/sunsets, a good cup of tea or coffee, petting cute animals, baking

8. Is there anything you wish you had done as a kid, but can’t do anymore now because you’re “too old”?

not really

9. If you could go to anyone’s concert right now, who would it be?

EXO lmao although Luhan would be cool to see too

10. Do you have any recommendations for kdramas or other series that I need to watch?

......I watch so many things ahhhhhh depends on what you like I guess but kdrama wise my favs are It’s Okay It’s Love, Scholar Who Walks The Night and Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bokjoo and I love Crime Scene atm where Minseok was a guest for three episodes

11. What music do you listen to, if you want to get hyped?

uhhh faster paced songs I guess, I have a playlist...

good lord that’s already so long and most people have been tagged so i’ll refrain from making my own questions sorry!!! but thanks for tagging me!!!! i love this

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How To Build An Email Marketing List - Top 5 Strategies For List Building In 2019 + Bonus Tips

Today I will be presenting my Top 5 strategies on how to build an email marketing list in 2019. That’s right, I will be breaking down exactly what I’m currently using for my own email marketing, as well as what other successful marketers are using to build massive email marketing lists! Also be sure to check out my other success posts, like “How To Reprogram Your Mind For Success: Top 5 Secrets The Rich Won’t Talk About”. I highly recommend it! I would like to make it clear that the purpose of this list is to educate and provide new ideas for your own marketing endeavors, I am a successful internet marketer, but results vary with every strategy listed below. With that said, let’s get right into this and start by pointing out the kind of-obvious…

Email Marketing Is Ridiculously Hard!

Chances are, you are one of many people on the web struggling to even start building an email marketing list. It is time consuming and pretty challenging!

On top of that, you have competition! In 2017, it is estimated that 269 Billion emails were sent, and received each day!! This means expecting positive results in your email marketing without the right strategy is practically impossible! But thankfully, I'm here to show you proven strategies that will show you how to build an email marketing list from scratch!

What Does A Successful List Look Like?

This is pretty subjective since success looks different for everyone, but I think we can all agree that a success email marketing list shares the following qualities: It has a decent amount of subscribers. (Usually an expected conversion of at least 5% or more. The conversion being visitors who turn into subscribers) If you had 100 people visiting your site a day, an expected conversion would be 5 people subscribing. 2. People remain subscribed! It does us no good if people subscribe, only to unsubscribe within a day or two. Retaining subscribers is very important. Naturally there isn’t really a standard by which people stay subscribed since the duration of one’s list or purpose of it differs for everyone. If your list is just for people to get updates on a product launch, then they may unsubscribe when the launch ends. But if your list is one with never-ending updates, then you have to gauge your own subscribers’ life span. Naturally this has to be experimented with and working to improve one’s list is a never ending process.

What Is Your Call To Action?

An expected attribute of a successful list is that people take action or respond to your emails. Again, a no brainer here, but what is the expected action for your subscribers? Do you want them to simply open your emails, do you want them to buy something, or to reply to you? Do you even have a call to action?These questions may seem a bit daunting, but they shouldn’t be. At least not if you are aware of how society runs. People are giving commands or demanding attention all day long. Billboards flash, sign-boys wave signs, and commercials engross your attention with gimmicks every few minutes. So what do you want your subscribers to do? Have you considered the fact that people are stupid and don’t know what you want them to do? Here’s how I remember to tell people what I want:

K.I.S.S Keep It Simple Stupid

“The Money's In The List”?

Maybe you’ve heard this common saying among the internet marketing community before and wondered, “What does this mean?” Or maybe, if you are more experienced with list building, you’ve wondered, “Where is the money in my list?” Never fear, I will be giving you the keys to the kingdom shortly. But before I do, let me reassure you of something: The money really is in the list! I know if it hard to see when you first start out, and it is even more difficult to see when you are creating your first email lists, but this statement rings true forever! What better way to make money on the internet than to have their online address? If Walmart, Lego, or any other retail brand wants you to buy their physical products, they send you magazines, letters containing their specials, and emails detailing their latest deals! So I ask you, if major brands believe that money is in the list, should you?

How Can I Get Subscribers? What Is The Secret? - 4 Different Shoppers Online

There are 4 different types of shoppers on the internet: 1. “The Interested shopper”, who simply has an interest or an affinity to know more. Simply put, they want information with no intent to take action. They want to know, “What is this?”

2. “The Researching shopper”, these people are the first progression from being interested, to actually having purpose to their inquiries. They want to know, “Why should I be interested, and what do these type of products do for me?” 3. The Genre Enthusiast shopper”, this shopper is vastly different from the first two. Instead of wanting to know what they are looking at or what something does, they ask, “What product will produce my desired result?” Or, “What is the best product in this genre?” 4. Finally, “The Product shopper”. If this person was a fruit, they would be “ripe for the picking”. They know exactly what they are looking for, and they know what said product will do for them. They ask pertinent questions like, “Why is this product good for me?” Or, “How well does this product perform?” The difference between “3” and “4”, is that one desires to know which product is suitable for them, while the latter desires to know why our product is the one they need in their lives.

Meeting People’s Needs Means More Subscribers & Cha-ching!

So then, how does this information about shoppers serve us? Well, simply put, it is Everything!

If you understand your audience, or buyer’s type, you can custom tailor your emails and offers to suit their needs. (emphasis on “meeting people’s needs”, the late Zig Ziglar believed this to be the key to success in business) If you are able to meet people where they are, you will always succeed. Here is an example of how this principle applies to our daily lives, and how a shopper progresses through the 4 stages: “A person walks into your store, and says they don’t want to buy anything, but they want to know more about your product. So you give them your free report or overview about it. After reading it, they now understand what your product is, but they want to know why they need something like this? You simply reply that if they have the following issues, they need your product. They ask why they should pick your product over others out there? You reply because it is better than any alternative out there.”

Sealing The Deal

“Now they ask you what kind of warranties you have, and want to know if you have any testimonials. You give them what you have, and they take a look.

Maybe they don’t immediately buy and decide to go home. They read a review online about the product and decide they like what they see. They come back to your store the next day, and make a purchase within the hour. Maybe you have an upsell or two that they really like as well. They leave happy, and you just solved a person’s problem. Cha-ching!” This is a fictitious example, and one that applies more to a physical store owner, but one that I think you can fully appreciate. Did you see the progression of this shopper? They went from not having a clue about what you were offering, to wanting to know why they need it, then why yours is the best, and then wanting proof to make an educated decision. Here’s a visual aid: Not interested => Why do they need it? => How Is Yours The Best? => Where Is The Proof? => Cha-Ching + Solved Problem or Satisfied Desire

Top 5 Strategies on How to Build An Email Marketing List:

Ok, so now we understand the stages and progression of a shopper, how does this fit into our list building? Again, meet their needs and respect your subscriber. Don’t spam them or send them something they don’t want. Remember to treat them like you would want to be treated. The golden rule stands true today! Also don’t forget to include a double-optin. Make them confirm their email address since you don’t want junk email addresses. There are exceptions to this rule however, which I have listed below. Here are 5 strategies you can use to build an email list, which I recommend using in conjunction with the previously mentioned mindset of meeting people’s needs: Incentives, Reports, Ebooks, Trainings and Valuable Items The 1# method to attract and get people to subscribe to your list is to offer them something they are interested in 100% Free.

You may have noticed that I use this strategy in my own email marketing lists. I offer internet marketing related promotional to my subscribers free, and I only send them top quality information. For you, it is important to ask yourself what attracts you to an email list. What would keep you subscribed to that list, and what incentive would you want to give your email to someone? Is it an ebook or report? Is it a free training or webinar access? Could it be a secret marketing method or recipe? Or maybe it is the secret to a healthy, ripped body! You know your viewers better than anyone, but remember to think ahead. It doesn’t serve you to give them something only for them to unsubscribe. Think ahead here! Blogging and Content Driven Lead Generation If you are a blogger or regularly publish content on a website, you should be maximizing your opportunities to get subscribers every minute of every day!

You have someone reading your blog, what is the topic of the blog? Would they be interested in your email promotion? What are you offering that applies to their interest? Utilizing every facet of your website, whether in your content, below it, around it, or having a popup, slide in or even a full screen opt-in form, the point is that you should have something up! The point is that you should have something up! >> Interested in a killer way to automate the process of getting leads from your WP posts? Check out "WP Leads Machine!" Who knows what these subscribers will do when you give them a call to action? They are already reading what you’ve written, and you may already have their respect! (Personally, I hope I have somewhat earned your respect at this point. I would love to have you on my email list. I have several Ebooks included for my subscriber list that show you crazy methods to explode your email marketing efforts. You can reply to every email I send, and I reply back to 100% of my subscribers! 😊) Ecommerce Shops, Special Offers, Discounts, and Updates Maybe you have an Ecommerce shop up and have a buyer base that would love to buy, or buy again from you.

This type of buyer would be “The Product shopper” and would want to get first Dibbs on whatever you are offering! Don’t underestimate the power of an email. I have bought numerous items straight from my inbox because it was tailored to fit my interests or needs at just the right time. If you have a shop, and are a product owner, you should be capitalizing on this 24/7. It could be as simple as sending out coupons, to as robust as a full monthly product catalog! This is why split testing is so important, and why timing is everything. >> See how you can launch your very own e-commerce store in 60 seconds! Exclusive Access, Educational Course If you offer educational courses or materials, you should be promoting something related to that niche. Offering exclusive or early access to your courses is a superb way to build an email list. If they see the value in your educational courses, why wouldn’t they want to get early access or special offers? Udemy or Masterclass comes to mind when I think about big brands that offer online courses ranging from cooking to playing chess better. They have email lists, and so should you! Forced Opting Method (Hit Or Miss) I’ve listed this one because a few years back, it was a primary way to get subscribers on your email lists. At least back then from my understanding.

A “forced optin” was simply an optin page or box that prohibited a user from seeing your content, sales page, or products without first giving you their email address. This is really hit or miss because you exclude the sceptic who doesn’t trust randomly giving their email address out. This is tailored far more to the person who expects something from you and is willing to pay the price of admission. (Their email) I recommend experimenting with this, but I don’t recommend it for a blog, shop, or educational course site unless you have made it clear what they will be getting by opting in. Again, hit or miss, and I don’t recommend a double optin since they officially aren’t signing up to a news letter. But you can certainly test this if you are set on it.

BONUS TIP – For Product Owners

Affiliate Product Promotionals, Joint-Venture Resource Access If you happen to be a product owner who tailors to affiliates, by requiring that they first give you an email address to access promotional materials, like email swipes, banners, sales copy, etc, you add them to the email list. This is usually very effective if the affiliate marketer wants to promote your product, but it could possibly push some affiliates away if they don’t want to give out an email. I recommend being careful of double opt-ins here. They aren’t subscribing to an email list, just giving you their email to gain access to your promo materials.

They don’t need to confirm their email because they are already going to be promoting your product. You win no matter what.

That’s All She Wrote Folks!

I hope have enjoyed my article and I sincerely hope this list of tips have proven useful for you. I know every one of these strategies was something I either paid money to learn, or spent countless hours using to determine their success. If you liked this article, I would greatly appreciate it if you would leave a comment below and let me know what you thought of this article as it helps my blog, and I would love to answer any questions you may have! As always, I wish you a fabulous day, and I look forward to celebrating your success! Cheers, Jacob Highley [email protected] Read the full article

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