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My First Taste of the Dream
All characters and corporations or establishments appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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Table of Contents
Introduction
Let Us Play Family
Dressing Up for Tim
Heading Out as a Couple
Going To Bed Together
Something I Have Never Felt Before
More and More Times
Introduction
This is a story that happened to me when I was about 12 or 13 years old. There is no way that this person will ever find this blog but I am going to change the names here for their own security. If the real person reads this, I really hope that they get in touch with me because we haven’t talked in over 30+ years.
While growing up in Toronto, Ontario, Canada in the 70’s and 80’s, I had my best friends that lived on the same street, Darren, Craig and Tim. Tim used to live down the street but his parents sold that home and bought the house across the street from my house. I thought it was great. We would hang out all of the Time, playing boy stuff like street hockey, football, basketball. Everyone loved to come over to our house. We had a big finished basement that we could hang out and play.
So we would play in the basement and make up all of these games. Games with play money (we would use Monopoly or another board game money), Lots of stuff building with Lego. Basic kid stuff.
Let Us Play Family
Well we were just playing just the both of the two of us and he wanted to play a game called "family". He said that we would be a couple. We would figure out later who would be who but he said he would like to be the father and asked if I could be the mother. I guess I was a little submissive back then or I really didn't think about it and said that can be the mother.
Instead of calling me by my real first name, Tim thought it was weird, as did I, and said that he would like to call me Michelle.
BTW, I have stuck with the name of Michelle since those days. I have always liked the name and I especially like it when I hear other people call me by that name.
So he would pretend to go away (just like he was gone for work) while I stayed home. He would come back into the basement after only a few minutes. That would signal that would be the end of the day.
A couple of times he would come downstairs and say, “Hello Michelle. I am home. How are you?” Other times he would call me “Honey” and/or “Sweetie”. I really liked it when he called me by new name.
After he would “get home”, we would sit down, relax, have some pretend dinner (chips, pop, etc.) and then maybe play some pool. It was nice that we had a pool table in our basement. I think that’s also why lots of people liked to come over to our house. LOL Other times we would play a board game.
When I think about it now, Tim did grow up in a broken family. His parents were divorced (one of the few divorced parents that anyone really knew). Tim lived with his 2 other siblings. He has an older brother and a younger sister so, if it is true, things are different for the “middle child”. Some people think that is true and others brush it off. I can only assume he was doing this so that he could be part of a family.
We would keep on playing this game often when it was just the two of us only.
He said to me once, “I think it would be weird to play this game with more people. So why don’t we just keep this as a game between the two of us.” Without any hesitation, I definitely agreed with him.
Dressing up for Tim
Personally, I grew up with two older sisters. I remember when I was younger, they used to practice putting make-up on me and dressing me up in some of their clothes. I’ll be honest, it did feel weird to start but it didn’t bother me. To me, it was something to do with my sisters when my parents went out for the evening. I don’t even know if my parents found out. Even if they did, I don’t think they would think much about it.
So one afternoon, when I had the house to myself, I quickly ran upstairs to my closest sister’s closet to see if I could find something to wear because I knew that Tim was coming over. I remember my sister putting on this cute dress on me a couple of days ago and she saying, “Hey. That looks pretty good on you. Too bad it is my dress.” We all laughed but I remembered that comment and that’s what I wanted to wear for Tim.
So, I've never been one to turn down a dare, especially when it came from one of my best friends, Tim. We've been inseparable since we were kids, always getting into mischief and pushing each other's limits. But this dare was different. It wasn't about jumping off cliffs or sneaking into abandoned buildings; it was about stepping into someone else's shoes, quite literally.
It all started one lazy summer afternoon, just last year, when Tim and I were flipping through old magazines in my basement. We stumbled upon an article about gender-bending fashion, showcasing models sporting outfits traditionally meant for the opposite sex. Tim chuckled and nudged me.
"Hey, wouldn't it be hilarious if you dressed up as a girl for a day?"
I laughed, thinking he was joking. But the mischievous glint in his eyes told me otherwise. Tim was dead serious.
"I don't know, man. That's kinda... out there," I stuttered, unsure of how to respond.
"Come on, it'll be fun! We can pretend you're my wife for a day. You know, play house or something," Tim grinned, his enthusiasm infectious.
I hesitated, but the thought of spending a day goofing around with Tim was too tempting to resist. So, against my better judgement, I agreed. “I promise one of these days, I will do it.” He said, “OK” and we really didn’t think much more about it. I was waiting for him to bring it up again but I guess he had forgotten about it.
Well now it was time to keep up about that promise/dare.
My parents and sisters were going to be out for the whole day and no one would be home until later in the evening. My parents even left me some money for me to pick up some dinner later. They left me enough to feed at least a couple of people and told me to go and pick up a pizza and, if I wanted to, I could invite one of my friends over for dinner. They just said, “Try not to get in too much trouble.” They trusted me and I have been very responsible when I have been left alone before.
I searched through my sister’s closet, looking for that dress and also not to disturb much. I didn’t want her to find out about me borrowing that dress. Finally, I found it. “There you are!” I put it on and looked at myself in the mirror and said to myself, “I look good but I need some boobs.” I looked around her room and found her bra drawer and picked out the nicest bra. I put it on and then grabbed some socks and tissue paper and proceeded to stuff the bra. When I thought I had enough, I put the dress back on and looked at myself in the mirror again and I was really shocked at what I was looking at. I really looked good.
I grabbed a pair of her shoes. I was lucky that at that time in my life, I was in the same size shoes as she was. I really didn’t “sprout” until I was close to 17/18 years old so I was very short at that age.
I headed downstairs, picked up the phone and called Tim. I told him, “Come on over at any time and I have a surprise for you when you get here.” It felt like hours but I think it was only 15-20 minutes when I heard the back door open.
As I anxiously awaited Tim's arrival, my heart raced with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. It had been Tim's idea for us to go shopping together today, something we hadn't done in ages. I couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation in my chest, knowing that today was going to be different.
When I heard the back door open, I practically jumped out of my seat. I was so eager to greet my best friend. I yelled out, “Come on up. I am in the Family room. No one else is here. My parents and sisters are out all day.”
And there he stood, with his signature grin plastered across his face, his eyes lighting up at the sight of me.
"Hey, Michelle!" Tim exclaimed, giving me a quick once-over before pulling me into a tight hug. "You look great!"
I couldn't help but blush at his compliment, feeling a surge of happiness at his reaction. Little did he know that the outfit I wore was carefully chosen from my sister’s closet, something I had never dared to wear outside the confines of my bedroom.
But today was different. Today, Tim was going to help me step out of my comfort zone.
As we settled into the family room, I couldn't contain my nerves. Would Tim think I was crazy for wanting to dress up as Michelle, even just for fun? But as I tentatively broached the subject, his eyes sparkled with excitement.
"Are you serious? That sounds like so much fun!" Tim exclaimed, his enthusiasm contagious.
“OK! Let’s do it. I need your help! My sisters always did my makeup and I want to put some on.” Tim looked at me shocked. “Yes, I have allowed my sisters to put makeup on me. Where do you think I found this dress?”
Tim looked at me, “Michelle, I learn new things about you every day.”
“And that is a good or bad thing?”
“Definitely a good thing. Now let me see if I can help you with your makeup.” We both got up, laughed a little and headed up to my sister’s room to see what makeup we could find.
With Tim's encouragement, I carefully applied makeup, transforming my face into Michelle's. It felt surreal seeing myself in the mirror, a different version of me staring back. But with Tim's guidance and support, I began to feel more confident, more comfortable in my own skin.
Once we were both ready, we exchanged glances, a silent agreement passing between us. Today, we weren't just two teenage boys going out for a shopping spree. Today, we were going out as a couple, albeit a slightly unconventional one.
Heading Out as a Couple
As we walked hand in hand down the street, I couldn't help but feel a sense of freedom, a sense of joy bubbling up inside me. With Tim by my side, I felt invincible, unafraid to be who I truly was.
And as we passed by curious onlookers, I held my head high, a smile playing at my lips. Because today, I wasn't afraid to show the world the real me, thanks to the unwavering support of my best friend, Tim.
As we stepped into the first store, filled with trendy clothes for young men, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. Tim and I sifted through racks of colourful shirts and stylish jeans, laughing and joking as I watched Tim try on different outfits. I would give my open and honest opinion. It felt liberating to be able to browse without any self-imposed restrictions, to simply enjoy the experience with my best friend by my side. Tim picked up a couple of shirts and a pair of really cool jeans.
Next, we ventured into the young women's clothing boutique, a haven of lace and sequins that seemed to sparkle under the fluorescent lights. With Tim's guidance, I explored aisles of flowing dresses and delicate accessories. Tim and I picked out a couple of outfits and I went into the dressing room to try them on. Trying on all of these outfits made me feel like a whole new person. As I would come out of the change room, Tim would look at me differently. Sometimes a huge smile and then just a frown because he didn’t like how it looked on me.
As we left the boutique, our arms laden with shopping bags, our stomachs rumbled with hunger. We decided to grab a quick bite to eat, choosing a cosy café where we could unwind and recharge.
Over plates of steaming pasta and glasses of ice-cold lemonade, we chatted and laughed, relishing in the simple pleasure of each other's company. It felt like we were in our own little bubble, away from the judgmental stares and expectations of the outside world.
After lunch, we made our way to the final store on our list: an electronics store. Here, we lost ourselves in a sea of gadgets and gizmos, marveling at the latest stereos and “boomboxes”. I really wanted to pick up this amazing JVC boombox but Tim was smart enough to help persuade me to change my mind.
With our shopping adventure complete and our bags bulging with purchases, we headed back home. On our way home, we stopped off at our local pizza joint and picked up a pizza and some pop. With the warm aroma of pizza guiding us back to my place. As we settled in for the night, munching on slices of cheesy goodness, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the day we had shared.
Thanks to Tim, I had stepped out of my comfort zone and embraced a side of myself I had kept hidden for far too long and something that really felt natural to me. I knew, at this point in time of my life, as I looked at him, smiling across the table, I knew that with him by my side, there was nothing we couldn't conquer together and I could explore more of being Michelle.
Going To Bed Together
Over the next couple of weeks and months, Tim and I would venture out as a couple and over some time, I accumulated myself a small wardrobe of women’s clothing. Some blouses and skirts, some dresses and even some lingerie. I found a very good hiding place for all of it in the basement so none of my family would find it. Ever since that day that we went out, if I knew it was just Tim and I, I would dress up as Michelle.
Well one afternoon, while we were playing, usually when we thought it was late in the day, we would just pick up the game as if we just woke up in the morning and it was a brand new day. But this time Tim said, “Instead of ending the day like we usually do, why don't we go to bed together?”
Submissive? Naïve? or just curious? I think, back then, maybe I was a little of all of them. So, I agreed.
In the basement of my house, it was broken up into a couple of different small and big rooms. You had the furnace room but that was always too warm and loud. Laundry room was too small with all of the appliances. Beside that room was a very nice sized room. Not much inside of it and it was mostly for storage along one wall. Tim and I agreed that this would be the bedroom.
I was thinking that if we were going to be going to bed together, I should probably wear something appropriate so I slipped into our room, went over to my secret stash of clothes and found this very silky nightie with the matching panty.
So we went into the “bedroom”, pulled out a couple of sleeping bags and opened them up. We made pillows out of other sleeping bags. We even found an old mattress that we could put on the very hard concrete floor. We promised each other that we would bring it out and put it back such that no one would ask why it was there.
With the bedroom all set up, I told Tim that I will be right back. I was thinking that if we were going to be going to bed together, I should probably wear something appropriate so I stepped out of our “bedroom” and went into another room, went over to my secret stash of clothes and found this very silky nightie with the matching panty. As I was changing into these very sexy clothing, I remember thinking to myself, “Is this really what you want to do?” Then, promptly answering, “Yes. I don’t know why but Yes.”
All changed, I headed back into the bedroom and Tim looked at me and smiled.
“I remember buying that for you about a week ago. That was really fun in that store, watching you try on different pieces. I remember that this is the one that stood out and now I know why because you look amazing.”
With those very kind words, I think I started to blush a little and I sat down on the bed and we lay down together. Immediately, Tim put his arm around me and pulled me a little closer.
I could feel my heart pounding against my chest, and I stole some glances at Tim, as I noticed the slight tremble in his hands.
"Hey," Tim said softly, breaking the silence that had settled between us. "Are you okay?"
I slowly turned to him, my eyes wide with apprehension. "I'm just... nervous, I guess. Don’t you think this is a little weird?"
Tim nodded, his expression soft with empathy. "There's nothing to be nervous about. We're just lying here together. It's not a big deal."
I felt a wave of gratitude wash over me at his words, the tension in my body beginning to loosen. "Yeah, you're right. I'm just overthinking things, as usual."
We fell into a comfortable silence, the weight of our shared apprehension gradually lifting. I felt myself relaxing, the rhythmic rise and fall of Tim's breath soothing my frazzled nerves. And then, in a moment of bravery, he turned to me, his eyes searching mine with a newfound intensity.
"Michelle," he whispered, his voice barely audible in the quiet room.
I held my breath, my heart hammering against my ribcage as I met his gaze. And then, without hesitation, he leaned in, his lips brushing against mine in a tender, hesitant kiss.
It was like a sigh of relief, the nervousness melting away as we melted into each other. In that fleeting moment, there was only the warmth of Tim's touch, the softness of his lips against mine. We kissed with a tenderness that spoke volumes, our fears and uncertainties fading into the background.
"Wow," I breathed when we finally pulled away, my cheeks flushed with colour.
Tim's grin mirrored my own, his eyes sparkling with newfound confidence. "Yeah, wow."
Something I Have Never Felt Before
We were nestled under the warmth of the covers, our bodies close but not touching. The air was filled with a quiet intimacy, a feeling I had never experienced before with anyone else.
As I lay there, my heart fluttered with anticipation. Tim shifted slightly, his hand brushing against mine. It was a simple gesture, yet it sent a jolt of electricity through me, igniting sensations I had never known. His touch was different, tender yet electrifying, like a spark dancing across my skin.
I turned to look at him, our eyes meeting in the dim light. His gaze was soft, filled with an unspoken understanding. Without a word, he reached out and traced a feather-light path along my arm, sending shivers down my spine. It was as if his touch awakened something deep within me, stirring feelings I had kept hidden away for so long.
I closed my eyes, losing myself in the sensation of his fingers against my skin. Each caress felt like a revelation, unlocking a newfound desire that I never knew existed. In that moment, lying there with Tim, I felt truly alive, as if I had finally found the missing piece of myself.
Time seemed to stand still as we lay there, lost in the intimacy of the moment. And as his touch lingered, I knew that this was just the beginning of something beautiful. With Tim by my side, I was ready to explore this newfound connection and the inevitable passion that awaited us.
Tim’s hand slides under my nightie as I feel his soft hands on my skin. As I lie there, he gives me small kisses as his hand explores my chest. Playing a little with my erect nipples his hand slides down my chest towards my stomach.
His hand slides down a little more to the edge of my panty. His fingers slide under as hind hand moves down. Then I feel his hand on my very erect cock. Hi whispers, “Oh my! Someone is enjoying themselves.” I whisper back, “Very much so!”
Tim’s kisses are much more passionate now as his hand slides up and down and around my cock. He whispers again, “Oh, you are so hard. I want to play with your pussy!”
“Before that, I want to do something for you! Lie down on your back for me!”
“For sure!”
Tim lays down on the bed on his back. He isn’t wearing a shirt and I can see his beautiful chest. Below his chest, hiding under some underwear, is a quite large and beautiful mound. I give him a kiss on the lips and then start to kiss down his body. As I am kissing him, my body and hands rub against his wonderful mound. As I move down his chest to his stomach, I pull his underwear down to reveal quite a large cock.
As a reference, I think his cock is significantly larger than my own. I guess he started early in his development in that area of his body.
You can feel my breath against your now very hard cock. I open my mouth a little until you feel the tip against my lips. My mouth opens a little as the tip slides inside. I flick the tip a little as I open my mouth a little wider such that Tim’s hard cock can slide in. Sliding in deeper and deeper, my mouth consumes his throbbing cock all the way. I can’t believe how amazing and filling his cock feels in my mouth.
I slowly start to pull up as I start to suck a little harder. I suck on the tip and then slide his throbbing hard cock back inside your mouth. I can’t believe but I can feel his cock getting even harder. I can hear him moaning very loudly as I know that what I am doing is pleasing him very much. This turns me on even more as my sucking of his cock slowly becomes a little faster, a little harder sucking and then the occasional full thrust deep in my mouth. It gags me a little as I pull it out quickly but then I slide it back inside my mouth as fast as it came out.
I continue as his moaning becomes deeper and heavier. Tim starts to lift his hips as he tries to thrust his cock deeper into my mouth.
As I am sucking your cock, your hand has found my “pussy” as you slide your finger around in circles. You pull back to drip saliva on your fingers and then your hand heads back to my “pussy”. You slide your fingers around and then you gently push your finger inside of me. I moan gently; I yelp, “Oh my fucking god that feels good!”
This triggers my mouth to suck a little harder. You reach down more and then start to really finger fuck my “pussy”. “Your pussy feels so good! I want to fuck you so badly.”
“Oh I want you to do that too but first I want you to cum deep down my throat!” As you are about to cum, you push your finger as deep as you can inside of me. The words I gave you trigger your explosion of your cum as it shoots deep inside my mouth. I suck on your cock deeply trying to drink every drop of your juice.
I take your cock out of my mouth, wipe it clean off your hot, tasty cum, slide up your chest, give you a kiss on the cheek.
“OMG. That was incredible. You have to have done that to another guy. Right?”
“Nope!” as I chuckle. “You were my first and, after that experience, I hope not my last with you or with someone else.”
“Oh you can do that any time you want” Tim exclaims.
“Do you want anything to eat or drink? We have to get your energy back up because your finger in my “ass”... Tim quickly interrupts me. “Don’t call it that. Please call it your pussy, cunt, anything but ass.”
“Sorry. As I was saying, your finger in my pussy felt “soooooo” good. Never felt that before and that was amazing. After feeling that, I want to feel your cock inside of me.”
“Why don’t you lie down on your stomach. Let me pamper you a little.”
I roll over and lie on my stomach. “I’ll be right back. I need to go to the washroom.” Tim gets up from the bed and heads out of the bedroom.
Tim climbs onto the bed, and I hear a bottle open. Then I feel a warm oil dripping on my back. I feel hands start to rub the oil all over my back as he goes ahead and starts to give me a wonderful massage. As he massages my back, his hands move lower towards my mid-section and towards my bum. I feel some more drops of oil drip onto my upper thighs and ass. Both of his hands slowly massage my legs and creep up and start to massage my butt. I can feel your fingers teasing my asshole.
A couple more drops of oil but this time directly between the crack of my ass. I can feel your fingers making circles around my wanting hole and then I feel a finger push and slide in. This sends amazing, euphoric shivers throughout my body as I naturally lift my butt a little into the air and spread my legs a little to give you better access.
As you slide your finger in and out of my ass, you pull it out and then I feel the tip of what feels like a cock. I ask you, “Is that your cock? Because when you fuck me, I want to be on my back because I want to see your eyes as you slide your cock inside of me?”
“No, sweetie. It is just a small dildo.”
“Where did you get that from?”
“No worries about that. I stole it from my house. I found it and wanted to bring it over. Your ass looked so tight, I didn’t want to hurt you with my cock so I thought a little fun with a small toy will open you up a little.”
“Oh, thank you! But please, just a little because I want to feel your cock inside of me more than anything now.”
As Tim pushes the small dildo inside of me, I try to relax as much as I can to let my hole open up. As I relax, the toy slides in quite easily and he gasps, “Oh my that went in quite easily. I am surprised at the great control over your muscles.”
“All I have to do is just relax and think of your cock either deep inside of me or in my mouth.”
Tim pulled out the toy and then asked me to flip over onto my back. I quickly oblige as I grab a pillow to put under my ass. I spread my legs as wide as I can and pull them back. Even though I am completely exposed to you, I feel very comfortable.
He kneels on the floor as his face comes up to my wide open legs. Then I feel the most incredible feeling as he starts to rim my ass with his tongue and start to lick it. I moan loudly as he picks up that I am enjoying this very much. He licks my balls a little and then moves back down to my lovely hole.
He starts to kiss up my legs as your body starts to come closer to mine. The anticipation is just killing me. And then I feel your cock against my ass. He gets out the oil and gives a couple of drops around my asshole and also on his lovely cock. I can’t see it, but I can feel that it is already very hard.
You stroke your cock a little to spread the oil and then press the tip against my hole. Just at that time, Tim looks up and can see me staring into his eyes. I really hope they are saying, “FUCK ME Tim! FUCK ME NOW!”
You take your hand and start to guide your cock as you start to push the tip inside of me. I look into your eyes and do a very slow exhale to relax my muscles and the tip slides in smoothly.
I yelp out, “Oh my GOD! Does that ever feel good!”
You push in a little more as I feel your very hard cock fill me. You go very slowly but I can feel your cock slide deeper and deeper inside of me. I can feel his cock filling my pussy with every inch. I am in complete Euphoria right at this moment. I let out a loud moan as you push your cock deeper and deeper inside of me. How much more is there? I want to feel every inch of his cock deep inside of me.
Finally, I feel your stomach slap against my body as Tim slides his hard cock in and out of my “pussy”. I look into your eyes and tell him, “That feels absolutely amazing! Please fuck me, sweetie!”
“I can’t believe how nice it feels. I thought you were going to be very tight, but you have opened up nicely.”
With those words, I squeeze my muscles as he feels my pussy start to squeeze his cock. “Holy crap you really do have some amazing muscle control down there.” For the next couple of thrusts, I squeeze and relax my muscles to give Tim’s cock a lovely feeling.
Your thrusts are now getting longer and stronger as I can see in his eyes that he really wants to pound my “pussy” and I am not stopping you. With everything thrust, both of us moan loudly. Tim even yells out, “Take all of my cock!” and I quickly respond, “Oh yes, all of it.”
After what felt like an eternity, Tim looks into my eyes and tells me, “I am getting close to cumming.” With those words, I concentrate on squeezing my muscles as tight as I can. With the thrusts and the squeezing, an incredible sensation comes over me. It feels like my ass could explode.
I beg and yell out, “PLEASE cum deep inside of me!”
It is like the words had some type of an effect on the both of us but at that moment, I could feel your cum filling my ass. Once I felt that inside of me, I had this amazing feeling rush through my body. After further looking into it, there is a very good chance that I had an amazing anal orgasm. Using all of my muscles, I squeezed Tim’s cock even tighter as I yelled out. Tim yelled out at the same time as we had an incredible unanimous orgasm together. As we were having this amazing orgasm, the incredible thing was that our eyes were locked on each other. Also, as we came, I will never forget the very warm feeling of his cum filling my ass.
Right after, Tim falls forward gently into my arms as I hold him tightly and whisper in his ear, “Thank you! That was absolutely incredible.”
“Oh, thank you!”
Time starts to get up a little and then he starts to pull his cock slowly out of my ass. As he pulls it out, he can see drops of cum seep out of my hole. I am trying to control my muscles because I want to feel the warmth of your cum deep inside of me, but it is very hard, and I can even feel your cum dripping out.
“Oh my god! You really filled me up! It feels amazing!”
“I don’t think I have cummed that much! Ever!”
You lie down on the bed beside me as I snuggle up against you.
More and More Times
Whenever Tim would come over and it was just the both of us, I would be all dressed up for him. I would gladly give him a lovely Blow Job. We would be watching some TV and I would be snuggled up against his chest and my hands would wander. I would know when he was excited because he would be very fidgety and then I would see that wonderful mound grow. I would tease him as much as I could. He loved being teased because it seemed to make his cock get bigger and bigger.
He would absolutely hate me when I teased him when his cock was in my mouth and I knew he was about to “blow his load” deep down my throat. I could taste his pre-cum and then I would start to tease him by not sucking so hard or pulling it out of my mouth and start to lick his hard shaft. I had him in my control and I loved it. The incredible thing is that he loved it too.
He would beg me to help him cum. He would try to grab his shaft to stroke it but I would not allow him.
When it was time, I would let him know and then I would go to town on his cock with my mouth and lips until he shot his full load down my throat.
I would try to resist him fucking me but I couldn’t give put up much resistance. His cock felt so good inside of me. I wanted to see if I waited a day or two, if it would feel any different. Instead, it felt amazing every time!
It felt so good, I wanted more of it. So, one day, when I knew that I was going to be alone all day and Tim wasn’t coming over, I searched my sisters’ and parent’s bedrooms for any sex toys. I’ll be honest, we lived in an old house with very thin walls and I could hear what was going on in both of my sisters’ bedrooms. Both of them were over 18 so I knew that they could go to a sex shop.
I found a very nice 8” realistic dildo in one of my sisters’ rooms. It looked so realistic. It tasted a little weird when I tried to lick it but I tried to think that it was Tim’s cock and not a dildo. I would practice different techniques and try to remember them to see if that worked with Tim. And yes, I fucked myself with it too and that felt so amazing but not as amazing as feeling Tim deep inside of me.
Ever since then, I have always owned some dildos and I would dress up as Michelle and fuck myself.
But I will never forget those times with Tim.
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Hi I have more coaster!town writing for you
One day I'll write a something for this that,,, doesn't take place at Cedar Point LMAO
Robaire was standing in line for Valravn, arms crossed and eyes unfocused. He'd been fighting back a yawn for the past two minutes. Should he have given himself time to adjust to the jet lag before hitting Cedar Point? Maybe, but wanted as much time there as possible.
The yawn escaped, and he let out a dissatisfied sigh. Getting in line for Valravn first thing might have been the worst decision he'd made in a long time. Being surrounded by the general public when he had this little patience was bound to end-
"Last time I was on this, my seatbelt came undone, and I had to hold the restraint down!"
Oh for fucks sake.
His eyes locked on the pair in front of him. They spoke much too loudly for people standing as close together as they were.
He couldn't stand those kinds of people, the people who seemed to want everybody else in line to be as afraid of the ride as they were. At least the seatbelt thing was an honest mistake, maybe they were talking about a different ride? One that actually had seatbelts as well as full restraints? They just didn't need to announce-
"And then the person after me had the same thing happen, and they fell off! I don't know if they lived or not, but they closed the ride for the rest of the day after."
"That didn't happen," he said before he could stop himself.
Well. I guess he's doing this.
"Excuse me?" The person turned to face him. "I wasn't talking to you."
"Really? I wasn't sure, you were talking so loud the whole park could hear you." Yikes, a little rude Robaire. "Look, it's okay to nervous, especially if you've had a bad experience with a coaster in the past, I just don't want you ruining the experience for everyone else in line."
"I'm just saying what I saw."
"Valravn has never had an incident like that."
They scoffed. "This kind of thing happens all the time. Look it up."
Oh, that made his blood boil. He breathed in through his nose.
"Trust me, someone falling off a major coaster by one of the most reliable and safe manufacturers at arguably the most popular amusement park would make the news. Restraints don't just come undone mid-ride, their default position is locked, even if there was power outage or something."
"Well-"
"He's right." Someone slipped by the stand beside him. "Valravn, as ferocious as she is, has never had something like that happen."
Ferocious was... not the word he'd use to describe a B&M dive coaster, but he wasn't about to pick a fight with the guy who'd swooped in to agree with him.
"How would you know that?" They grew even more defensive. "I bet I spend more time at this park than both of you combined."
"I work here." He gave her a sly smile. "I highly doubt that."
The pair was directed through to take the last two seats on the stationed train. The one who'd be spewing bullshit was red in the face, from anger or embarrassment Robaire wasn't sure.
The newcomer sighed. "GP."
"You an enthusiast?"
"And proud." He offered Robaire a hand. "Name's Aaron."
He shook it. "Robaire."
"What're you doing at Valravn this early in the day, Robaire."
"Rookie mistake, I know, but I'm so tired I wanted to ride something easy before hitting Vengeance or Maverick."
"Hey! Maverick's my ride!"
"Really?" He watched Valravn's train depart. "God, I love it, it's so intense."
"Oh, so you're definitely an Intimin kinda guy. I305 in your top ten?"
"Top five." Robaire nodded. "What can I say? I love some high G's."
"You always this tired in the morning, or are you travelling?"
"Just flew here from Cali, but I'm from Toronto."
"Oh! Canadian I see! Resident of Canada's Wonderland?"
"Platinum pass holder."
Aaron laughed. "Of course."
"You work here, yeah? That's the dream."
"It's pretty sick," he agreed, "it's great to be around such a cool collection of coasters."
"No kidding, there's so much history here."
"Right?"
"It's so nice to meet other enthusiasts," Robaire mused.
"Yes!" He clapped his hands together. "Especially out in the wild. Hey, I'm heading to Canada's Wonderland in a couple weeks, would you wanna meet up there?"
Was this guy serious? That shouldn't even be a question! He would take any (any) excuse to hang out with other enthusiasts, it's not like they spring up just anywhere.
"Sure, yeah!" A train pulled back into the station. "Just let me know the dates so I can book it off work. If we stop at my locker after this, we can exchange contact information?"
The guests departed, and the gate opened to let the next group on. Robaire followed Aaron as he made a beeline for the front.
"I'd like that." Aaron pulled the restraint down. Robaire turned to face the lift hill, unable to keep the grin off his face.
#know-it-all robaire my beloved#it's good intentioned I promise#he wants to educate 💆#meeting t just BOOSTED his energy#he doesn't know it yet#but he's gonna ADORE this guy#idec he's gonna fawn over t so much#ty ty ty#coaster*town#4town#4*town#4 town#4town robaire#4town aaron t
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life update #12
hi void i am back for another free therapy session
today i wanted to talk about some things i've spent a lot of time reflecting about over the last two-ish weeks so today's content is gonna be a mish mash of different things
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a deep, swelling void inside of me that's been there for as long as i remember - i think i just hate people. but i love them at the same time. let me explain.
growing up i was actually very much extraverted. i was so chatty, i loved talking to people, i loved making jokes and making other people laugh. i used to yell and scream and be loud. and then, i moved to america. i was around 5-6 around the time. i didnt know the language, but i could read expressions and hear the tones - people didn't like me. i was odd, and i looked different. suddenly, i felt as if my mouth had been sewn shut. i couldn't open my mouth and make any noise without feeling like a fool. i couldn't finish assignments because i didn't know, i didn't understand anything. and this, this was the first time that i developed such an affliction for other human beings.
because do you know what kids do to people that are different and odd? kids don't have empathy. there was a wall there where true connections should have been formed. but what about the adults? who, my immigrant mom and her parents that she felt was a good idea to bring along with her? the ones that also didn't speak the language and were emotionally constipated, abusive, and trapped in their own world? another wall. my immigrant dad that couldn't get a job, couldn't secure an america visa, tried again in canada and started an affair even when he had a wife and child waiting for him? another wall.
everywhere i looked: wall. wall, wall, wall wall wall. and me - listen, to be honest at this point i don't actually truly believe anything was ever wrong with me. i mean look at me - i busted out here with 10 fingers and 10 toes, tall and sturdy. i even have some nice traits, like nice boobs! and a tenacity for life, an absolute rejection of failure kicking and screaming. i fought for my life back then. i really did.
so what happened? everywhere i looked i was rejected, shot down. i felt like a little god sometimes, looking around my house. i thought: "did anyone SEE that? look! it happened again! why is no one else seeing what i'm seeing?" i saw everything and understood everything, but it seemed like the adults couldn't see anything. i saw myself crying so hard that i would sleep and wake up with my eyes swollen. i saw myself shutting the fuck up in a room full of kids. i saw my parents screaming at each other. it seemed like no one else could see what i saw back then.
so why do i hate people now? i hate them because they cause me pain. every glance, touch, exchange of words is no longer a shower of candy on christmas morning. people are a void. would you toss your car keys into a void? how about all the money in your pocket? would you throw your jacket, your shoes, your jewelry, your hand into the void? would you throw your time and love and patience and empathy and kindness into a void? a void is a void, like a tree is a tree and a rock is a rock. and people are all, all voids.
so why do i love people? i don't know, why do you love air? like i said - i don't believe anything was ever wrong with me to begin with. i think i believed something was wrong because there was something wrong, but just not with me. i still want to be your neighbor. i still want to bake you banana bread and share it with you on your porch. i want to go to target with you and hold you when you need to be held. i was born like this, and this has never changed.
but the thing that is so hard to get other people to understand is that they are all hurting me - to an unimaginable degree. it feels like i'm losing air every minute i spend with anyone, friend coworker acquaintence whatever. i suffer so much, but i fight tooth and nail for you because i love you. i can't get to everyone. sometimes you'll leave thinking that i'm standoffish and can't hold a conversation. but for one or two of you, i can be a little more than that. i wish it could be fair, but i have to pick the ones that are more kind, empathetic, and understanding to min/max my efforts. i wish i had more room for all of you, i really do, but i don't have the capacity.
does anyone understand? i just don't want to keep living with all this guilt and shame. i'm out here begging to hang out but i'm completely shut down after like two hours. and yeah i can go to your meeting and i can do this task and i can look into this problem for you, but like ... you're on thin fucking ice buddy. no you didn't do anything wrong but i hate working with you because you clearly don't know what i'm going through right now but i still have to put on this face like everything is good and right. no hate -- but hate. you know what i mean?
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i can't fight that i'm growing up anymore. every time i'm confronted with my growth i cry inside because it feels like a death. it's like the child inside me is dying but i never even got a chance to be a child. it feels unfair, like why do i have to grow up now? are you telling me that that's IT? like, finally i have some money and mobility and autonomy and now you're telling me "time to hand in your keys the lease is up" like?? come ON dude.
i think that's what i've been feeling lately - a mourning. i'm mourning the death of the me that once was. and i'm genuinely really sad that she didn't live a good life. i've carried her for so long that she felt like a friend, chiming in and commenting on every major life milestone. but she doesn't belong here anymore. she's dying. and i have to let her go.
before she goes i feel like she deserves one more little celebration. i feel like i've been pretty down and negative lately, thinking about all the bad things that happened to me. maybe i would feel better if i took the time to celebrate all the brilliant things about me that survived instead of resenting the parts that were burned away. she was incredible, to be quite honest. no one knows about what she's done, the times she picked herself up and moved forward into darkness and voids. she threw everything into the void, even herself. that is a kind of courage that i don't think i could even muster up today. she did well. really well. and she deserves to rest in peace.
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i feel like i was born into this world thinking that true empathy grew on trees, and everyone was getting it except for me. i don't believe this is true anymore. i think some people are just less sensitive than others, and for them their cup already runneth over. but other people like me are just bottomless pits.
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doing things - this, living, breathing, working, hoping, wondering, wishing - makes me feel like a baby crying into the void, hoping, wishing someone would come pick me up. sometimes, no one comes. so i continue crying and hoping and wishing.
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Canadian Bakin'
Wednesday, June 7th, 2023
It's really no laughing matter. The air quality here in New Jersey is Hazardous right now. We had to close down the plant at 1:30 because the smoke was coming through the warehouse and up into the office too. It's horrible that so much land, homes, vegetation, farmland, etc has been destroyed. I could not imagine having to start up over from the bottom of the empty barrel. That picture up there is a picture I got off of the internet. It's a picture of Halifax, Nova Scotia with the current wildfire taking place.
I was wondering why yesterday morning the sun was so bright. It was a pinkish-orange color and the sky just didn't look normal but of course I didn't think nothing of it. Come to find out later by mom that there is a wildfire in Canada going. Explains the strange, orange/yellow sky driving home today. The smoke was not bad yesterday, but oh my gosh was the smoke was seeping in through the bay doors at work and upstairs into the office. It's nice that we are getting paid for the rest of the day (because obviously freak of nature so not our fault). There are so many fires going on. We definitely need some rain to take away the dry conditions and so there are no fires. We unfortunately cannot do nothing about the inconsiderate people deliberately setting fires. People need to be smarter about the things they are doing. Also to the ones who are beyond selfish need to wake up because Karma is very real. I witnessed it first hand happening to someone who I thought was my friend (ex co-worker). She was horrible to her co-workers and higher ups. She even went as far as telling me that the reason my husband and I aren't pregnant is because we are both immature. She was such an extremely judgmental individual. She always thought everyone was out to get her. She thought everyone owed her the world. It was crazy. She blamed me for her getting fired because when I was asked by the director of HR if working next to her would be okay I said "Well you know how she can be...Very negative and distracting but I don't see why I couldn't work sitting next to her." A week later is when the director wanted to see her in his office and she comes down and say "What the fuck else did you say to him because he wants to see me now..." We were talking in the morning like we always do. I told her that the director asked me if I would be okay working next to her and I told her that I told the director you could be distracting and very negative so I didn't want that to affect my work.." She gasped and said "Why would you say that? Why would you throw me under the bus like that.." I said "I wasn't intentionally answering the question. I was being honest." She said "Great...Whatever I don't want to talk right now." I walked away. When she was let go, she knew I was right in front of her working but she had all her bags with her and the director was walking her out after she made her rounds of goodbyes. I instantly blocked her because of how nuts she really is. I didn't want her reaching out to me saying that what I did was messed up because I did absolutely nothing wrong. It sucks to be bitter about yourself and your life and take it out on other people. I hope one day before it's too late she comes to her senses and treats other people better.
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Hyori Lee "If I go back to being 20, I won't be a celebrity"
Lee Hyo-ri from 'Canada Check-in' told honest stories.
On tvN's 'Canada Check-in', which aired on the 31st, Lee Hyo-ri met Ringo's family of four, who were harmonious in Canada, and then she confided in stories related to her family.
On this day, as she moved away from Lingone, Hyo-ri Lee said that "her family looks so harmonious" and that she "certainly has a grandmother and children rather than just a couple."
At the same time, she expressed her envy for the house with her child, saying, "I was envious of not living with her brother (Lee Sang-soon)." Hyo-ri Lee, who had previously confessed to having infertility, asked In-suk, an acquaintance she went to Canada with, "Tell me the secret of giving birth to three sons," and she revealed her desire to be a second-year-old.
She also recalled her own family in Seoul. Lee Hyo-ri said, "All of our families live in Seoul. I suddenly had the thought that I live too far from them."
He said, “There are some people who like to live far away from their parents or in-laws,” but also said, “I think living close will feel reassuring.” She continued, "I want to see my mom all of a sudden. I don't call her often these days. Since she only talks about difficult things, I'm having a hard time too. Daddy must be having a hard time because he's sick."
Hyo-ri Lee expressed her feelings, "I had the feeling that my mother was weak to me. My dad was very angry with me. Even though it was difficult, seeing her trying to take care of her at home until the end gave me a sense of respect. I saw her again."
He also recalled the time when, like In-sook, he saw her father in a video. Hyo-ri Lee said, "I'm not that close with my dad, but I cried. Watching the video," she said.
She said, "Didn't my sister cry with her (dad's video)? She was grateful. There is someone who feels the same pain as me." In-suk comforted her by saying, "When you weren't there, (I) asked my father, 'How was Hyori when he was young?'
Even while the two of them were eating, I could hear Lee Hyo-ri's sincere heart. When Lee Hyo-ri was asked if she would become a celebrity if she returned to the age of 20, she replied, "I don't think she would be a celebrity. I think I'll live a normal life."
Hyo-ri Lee said, "I felt it more after coming here (Canada). I want to live like that after getting married, having children, forming a family and raising children." There are many things that I have no choice but to be swayed by while being a celebrity. Just thinking about people pointing fingers at me and criticizing me makes my heart tremble.
At the end of her broadcast, she was also shown taking a walk with her husband, Lee Sang-soon, in Jeju. Hyo-ri Lee said, "I went to Canada and saw it. We also live family-oriented, but it felt more family-oriented. It was nice to see a grandmother, a daughter, a son, and a dog."
Hyo-ri Lee said that she was dedicated to volunteering at a shelter for abandoned dogs, but she doesn't seem to have made many memories with the dogs at home. She said, "She should make more memories with you." Soon after, he revealed her true intention (?), saying, "I have to buy a camper for that," and made her laugh.
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9/19-20/20
Alright. Lets see where Im at.
I washed all my things in the river
Watched them float on down, down the river
The last time I did this was-, god I almost said 6 months ago but July was just 7 weeks ago... Feels so far away.
I hope Im at a better place by the time July is 6 months behind me.
...
Work has been the same. I may be on the precipice of a promotion, one that, if it truly happens, would put me in a position of being able to move out while still supporting my family and myself.
I already have a location Id like to move to, between where my family is and work. Could be nice, if it happens. My family's given me their support, the only issue is the reality of money unfortunately.
Got into a new game recently, a popular MMO that many people have been egging me into playing. Eventually I caved and I have to admit, Im having fun playing it. Its fun being able to connect with my friends in new ways because of it too.
A few weeks ago in the summer, I met up with an old high school friend to celebrate her birthday. And while her friends were more on the outer ring of my social circle, it was nice catching up with familiar faces.
I visited Canada! That was actually really fun, exploring Montreal with family I have up there, eating the food, being able to say I drove there. I still plan to visit the Niagara Falls so it was good to also have this under my belt too.
My cats are doing well, I love them with all of my entire being. I like to think that they love me too, yknow.
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I've... I've been trying to. Hm. Im trying to put together the words but I want to say multiple things at once and Im not sure how to articulate it.
Something changed recently. Not anything major, not anything I can undeniably prove, but something changed. A lens shifted, a synapse fired, a shift in spirits or a course correction of my life. I dont know. But I realized that I've... been walking around shattered. Not broken, not torn, not... any other one-worded metaphor. I was, and am, a shattered facsimile of the person I was a year ago, fuck, a few months ago.
Its important that I say shattered. Because of the meaning behind the word that comes to mind for me. The fragility of broken glass, the sensation of holding shards of hardened clay, the sight of looking into a mirror and seeing the metaphorical hairline fractures in your minds eye as you stare yourself in the eyes.
...Ive been sitting at this line for 30 minutes and I dont know what else to say about the matter to be honest. Im still processing it, trying to figure out what I do from here. What to make of it all, the me of the now, the me of the past, the me of the future.
There are some old practices Id like to get back in to. Tarot reading and origami mostly, shards of myself that I didnt know had broken off until recently. There are some places Im planning on visiting in the Fall and Winter, Ive been looking forward to them. Funnily enough my dreams came back too, didn't really talk about that did I? How for a while I havent had dreams.
To think, when they came back, you were right there in all of them.
And then you sent me those messages, like you already knew what was happening...
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I miss you.
I miss you, and I wish we could talk again.
I found an old playlist you made for me years ago and Ive been listening to it... Stupid of me to not appreciate it until now. You've got such a great taste in music, a lot of the tracks in there are still relevant. Its been nice listening to it on my drive home, expanding my own sense of music.
Thank you, for making it for me.
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Im glad the weather has been getting cooler. Im ready for summer to end. I may be a leo but Im also the "light that shines in the abyss", my place is within the cool dark rather than the blazing light.
Jokes, mostly. Im just happy for the cooler weather and vibrant colors of Autumn. Looking forward to wearing my jackets and boots again.
I hope that the next time I write one of these, Ill be at a better place. Im not doing too bad now, of course, but... yeah.
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Howdy! I'm going to ask your awesome question back at you ;) what do you think of England, both as a character and as a country? Do tell me all of your feelings towards the grumpy man 👀
Short Answer:
To borrow a phrase from my favourite writer/historian Barbara Tuchmann, if Canada is the country of my birth, England has always been the country of my heart.
Long Answer:
I actually fell in love with England the country a long time before I even knew England the character, but Hetalia certainly reinforced my infatuation ten-fold. I can't say when or how it started because I think I was pretty young (I remember my mom making me take notes on Greek and Roman history when I was like, 7, and uh, let's just say my obessession with Europe only grew after that). It's also kinda difficult for me to parse why I like the country because it's been a constant in my life for so long, but I'll try my best.
I think it might have begun with my fascination with WWII history. There's this Chinese idiom -- 乱世出英雄 -- which kinda encapsulates why the world wars and British history in particular so enchanted me. The literal translation of it would be "heroes emerge in turbulent times" but I think a better figurative approximation is the phrase "for darkness shows the stars." The world wars, British participation in the world wars, and British history in general has many, many dark episodes and in many ways exposes the worst of humanity. But I think it's also true that British history also brought out the best of us -- exposed the "heroes", so to speak. I refer not only to household names like Churchill but also the commanders on the ground, the suffragettes, the workers in the factories, and naturally the common soldier. Of course this is not a phenomenon unique to British history, but it was through British 20th century history that I first fell in love with history in general, so it holds a bit of a special place in my heart.
From a more objective perspective, Canadians are really steeped in British culture, ideas, and history, even if we don't realize it. I mean, most of the ideals we embrace, such as the rule of law or constitutional monarchy, as well as the things we celebrate -- the abolishment of slavery, for example -- stem from Britain. One cannot teach Canadian history in school without learning British history, and when you consider that Canada's massive sacrifices in the world wars also played a defining moment in its national identity, it's really no wonder that many still feel a kinship with the UK. Plus, like I mentioned in the response to needcake's ask, a lot of being Canadian is trying to differentiate ourselves from Americans, and one primary way we do that is by pointing to our loyalty to England and shared monarch.
I'm not sure if this is really obvious from the other side of the pond, but Queen Elizabeth also, like, plays a really insidious role. Idk if Aussies or Kiwis feel this way, but we really love Queen Liz and can't imagine a world without her on our money and all our fancy buildings and occasionally making her speeches. I was an air cadet as a teen too! We had to play God Save the Queen for closing parades every night, and I remember thinking, gosh, one day we'll have to sing God save the king, and they'll have to change all the lyrics and coins and bills and what not, and that's really weird.
But yeah, besides the history and the environment in Canada, I also follow British politics to some extent? It's not as common as following American politics here (if you talk to Canadians ab the American president it's not uncommon to hear people say "why did we elect him" etc.) but it isn't rare either. I mean, I read the Economist (no i'm not 10 billion years old) and I've done courses in British politics, read British authors, a lot of people like British actors and films and shows...the culture is just really widespread, I guess. I also have close friends who lived/live in London...oh, and I went to a British international school when I was young for a year. That might have played a role too. I should say here that I've never actually been to England in person so I can't comment on what its actually like, but it feels so familiar that sometimes I honestly forget i haven't been. I hope to actually study in London soon, actually, so if you have any advice/warnings, hit me!
Alright, onto Arthur. I just? Really? Love him? In particular I really admire his pragmatic worldview, even if I don't always agree with the conclusions it leads him to. When it comes to knowledge and analysis, he's someone who refuses to turn away from the truth, no matter how incovenient. Yet when it comes to his own emotions he's the complete opposite. That mix of cynicism and then escapism to relieve the emotional burden of his own cycnism is just...fascinating. I also really admire his intelligence in general, as well as his work ethic.
Perhaps what I love the most about Arthur, however, is his spirit. I mean, he's just so alive. Whether he's furious or devastated or overjoyed, he's someone who lives life so intensely, so fully, with such fury. When I write Arthur, that's often the feeling I try to capture: someone who cannot help but see all the suffering in life, but someone who cannot help but fight on, regardless. In a strange way, Arthur embodies hope at its most irrational. As Samuel Beckett wrote in the Unnamable, he's someone who is always telling himself: "You must go on. I can't go on. I'll go on."
Absolutely no one asked for fruk, but I'm just gonna seize this chance to throw out a little headcanon. I think this intense, somehow mortal quality of Arthur is what first captivated Francis. As I've written about a bit before, Francis to me has the most "eternal" feel out of the all the nations. He loves humanity and life as a whole, whereas Arthur lives like every second counts. For someone like Francis, who just adores beautiful, wild, transient things, Arthur is like mortality in a bottle -- so utterly enthralling that once he tasted it he could never get enough. Unlike Joan or other real humans, however, Arthur has proved far more durable to wear and tear :P
My final thought on Arthur is that he has so much contempt for fate, its actually both funny and admirable. If I may quote Tuchmann again, "no man ever lived who was less willing to be the victim of events." Arthur's someone who simply refuses to be bullied, even by grandaddy destiny itself, and I think we all love him for that, a little.
#hws england#ask#hcs#whoooo this was a long one but i had a lot of fun answering#its a little embarrassing to talk about how much i love england in front of a brit but#you said such nice things about canada i just had to be honest you didn't deserve some half-assed ironic answer#rainbowfruitpastilles
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I think I've said this somewhere before but framing Loki "adoption" as no big deal and treating it as him being irrational for being upset about definitely feels like it was written by clueless white people
I don't know if you've ever heard of the sixties scoop But the what happened to Loki has a lot horrible real life parallels. Even giving Odin the most benefit of the doubt. That Loki was indeed abandoned and was taken in and given a nice home that does not make lying about his origins okay. Let's be clear here Loki was denied his heritage and feed a perspective that the race that he was inherently bad and were monsters. Odin was never shown to dissuade this bigotry.
A wise king never seeks out war. That's great Odin but how bout instead you say something like? Jotunheim might have been our enemies once but that doesn't make all the jotunns bad. We stand to protect our home and our people but all lives and peoples are equal in the grand scheme. Don't be a racist, son.
Loki feels like an outsider, like his father loves him less than Thor just found out he's the thing everyone hates and fears. His brother would happily finish jotunns off he's said stuff like this sense they were children. The person he loves so much places no value of life on what he is. This would make someone from the most stable of places snap much less someone with deep insecurity issues.
But instead people just say he should be happy being given a home. Or say some nonsense about Loki having control issues. Fuck you!
I had heard about it but I didn't know just how bad it was. Here's an excerpt:
Canada's residential school system was implemented by the federal government and administered by various churches. Its purpose was to remove Aboriginal children from their homes and reserves, so they could teach them Euro-Canadian and Christian values.
The Sixties Scoop was an era in Canadian child welfare between the late 1950s to the early 1980s, in which the child welfare system removed Indigenous children from their families and communities in large numbers and placed them in non-Indigenous foster homes or adoptive families, institutions, and residential schools.
During the Sixties Scoop, children were forcibly apprehended from their Native land and community for an extended period of time, often without knowledge or consent from their families or tribes. Siblings were often intentionally sent to different regions in order to eliminate any form of communication with their families. The policies forbade the children from speaking their own languages, contacting their family, or from acknowledging their culture in any way. These children were not allowed to know of their real nationality, history, or family.
When a child wanted to know their cultural identity, they would have to receive consent from their biological parents. Since the government made sure there wasn’t any connection between the children and their biological family, they were never able to actually open their birth records. Thus, the children suspected their cultural heritage, but were unable to confirm or deny it with any evidence.
Survivors of the residential schools have come forward and spoken out about physical, spiritual, sexual, and psychological abuse that they experienced at the hand of the residential school staff.
How vile. But somehow I'm not surprised the Christian church was involved. And to think the last school was closed in 1996, it's only a few years ago... damn.
I doubt Branagh or anyone in the movie even thought about it to be honest.
#Loki#sixties scoop#we had something like that here#although it wasn't aboriginal children#the nurses in christian hospitals would tell the mothers their babies had died after birth#but of course that was a lie#the babies were fine#and sold to couples for money#that went on during the dictatorship and a few years after#we have NGO's and a lot of people still working on it#people provide their DNA then hope their biological families are looking for them#it's so messed up
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23 days of NCT masterlist.
taglist: @notbeforelong @mrcarbonatedmilk @unknown5tar @whathamelon @ajhdr @curieouscapt @silent-potato @gjheaaa
warnings: baby daddy mark, hidden pregnancy (?, tooth rotting.
“Dude, isn't that y/n?” Mark’s old friend, John, pointed at you.
Yeah, that was most definitely his ex. You were holding a small girl between your arms, helping her reach for a box of lucky charms. You looked just as beautiful as three years ago, even more, he daresay.
“Go talk to her.” His friend elbowed him. “I’ll go get the meat, maybe you can invite her to our barbecue.”
“We haven't seen each other in a while, don't you think it'll be a little too weird?”
“Go for it, I know you're still hung up on her.”
“How...?”
“I heard your last girl complaining about how you called y/n’s name while having sex with her, it was hilarious, to be honest.” Mark punched him in the arm, earning a small groan from the tall man. “But seriously, though, you broke up with her to focus on your career. Now that you have a stable job, what's stopping you from getting her back?”
“I don't know, man...”
“Give it a try, I'll be with the butcher if you need me.” He winked at the Canadian boy, making his way to another aisle.
Mark took a deep breath before his feet finally started moving. You were placing the small girl in the shopping cart’s seat, tickling her tummy while at it.
“Y/n?” Your eyes almost came out of their caves as you heard his voice.
“Mark...” You stared at him with wide eyes, looking back and forth between the little girl and him. “I thought you’d moved back to Canada.”
“I came back a year ago.” He fiddled uncomfortably with the rings adorning his fingers. “I really wanted to contact you, but since things between us were a little complicated when I left...” By complicated he meant breaking your heart and leaving a day after ending things between you.
“It’s really okay, Mark. No hard feelings.” You smiled sweetly at him, your pretty eyes turning into half moons.
“And who’s this little one? Your niece?” He caressed the top of the girl’s head, who wasn’t even aware of his presence, too focused on getting rid of the wrapping around the chocolate you’d just bought her.
“Actually-”
“Mommy, I need help!” Mark froze.
“Oh, sure sweetie.” You tone completely changed when addressing her. “Mark, this is my daughter, EunHee. Say hi, baby.”
“Hi, Mark.” She extended her hand as you tore the wrapping of the chocolate bar open. His surprised expression turned into a big smile, covering her small hand with his significantly bigger one. “Look, mom. His cheeks are just like mine!” She poked Mark’s cheekbones.
You could almost feel a drop of sweat rolling down your forehead.
“Wait, you're right.” The Canadian man pointed out as your daughter smiled at him. “That's crazy.” Thank God Mark was so naive. “So where’s the father of this little bean?”
‘Right in front of me.’ You thought.
“She doesn't...”
“Oh, sorry. It must've been hard raising her on your own.” He reassuringly placed a hand on your arm. “How old is she?”
“Uhm, s-she’s-”
“I’m this old.” EunHee interrupted, showing her three small fingers.
You hoped Mark’s brain capacity wouldn't be enough to connect the dots. But you had to admit, it was pretty obvious.
“Wow, you're so big.” It was heart-warming watching your daughter interact with her father for the first time, even if they didn't know the truth about each other. “So, we're having a barbecue at my place today. There’s always room for someone else, and you can bring EunHee if you’d like. My address is still the same.”
“I’ll think about it.” You handed the chocolate bar back to your daughter, who didn’t even take a second to eat up the whole thing.
“Alright, I guess I’ll see you then, maybe.”
(...)
“Mark’s hitting on a mom!” Yuta mocked him, causing the whole garden to erupt into laughter.
“And what’s wrong with that? She isn’t married.”
“Mark, you literally just met with her again after three years, slow down.” Jaehyun interceded, eyes stuck to his phone.
“Guys, stop messing with Mark. He's always loved y/n, so let him be.” Johnny spoke from the grill, turning around a steak. “Besides, I saw the little girl. She looks a lot like Mark, so I bet no one would be able to tell they're not actually related.”
“How old did you say she was?”
“Three.”
“Okay, don’t be mad at me, but did you ever have sex with her without protection?”
“What are you trying to say, Haechan?” Taeil asked bitterly.
“Just think about it, guys. It makes sense.” While his friends discussed the possibility of him being a dad, Mark’s head was rather busy trying to remember every little detail from the last time he was intimate with you.
But as much as he tried, he couldn't remember having worn a condom. And as far as he knew, you weren't on the pill.
The doorbell cut his string of thoughts, snapping him back into reality.
“I’ll get the door.” He didn't expect you to be behind it, holding your -and possibly his- daughter’s hand tightly. “Oh, hey.”
He seemed uncomfortable, had you made a mistake in accepting his offer?
“Hi, I couldn't find someone to look after this little monster. I hope your friends won't mind.”
“Not at all, they love kids.” He stared intensely at your daughter, finally noticing those similarities Johnny mentioned before. “Come in.”
He guided you all the way to the backyard, everyone greeting you with a big hug.
“Nice to see you again, y/n.” Johnny murmured, patting your back.
“She’s like a little doll!” Jaehyun squeaked excitedly, sitting your daughter on his lap. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”
“I’m EunHee.” He cooed at her high-pitched voice tone. “Your dimples are pretty.”
“Thank you.”
The boys seemed completely comfortable with your daughter, fighting with Jaehyun, who wouldn't let go of her.
“Can I have a word with you?” Mark came from behind you, making you jolt at his sudden presence.
“Sure.”
He walked you to the kitchen, away from the noisy men outside. He anxiously twisted his hands, trying to find the correct words to demand for the truth.
“What’s wrong?” You asked worriedly, taking a step closer to him.
“Is EunHee mine?” Well, you were definitely not expecting that. You thought that after meeting him at the supermarket, your secret was safe. Apparently, it wasn’t. “By the look on your face, I’m guessing she is.”
He groaned in frustration, rubbing his face with the palms of his hands.
“I’m sorry for keeping it a secret all this years. I won’t force you to step in and take responsibility for her, we can just leave and pretend this never-”
“What are you even talking about? Why wouldn’t I want to take care of my own daughter?” The frown on his face deepened. “Did you know you were pregnant when we broke up?”
Should you tell him the truth?
“I...” He looked at you expectantly.
Of course you should tell him the truth, he deserves it.
“Yes.” His heart dropped, guilt filling every inch of his body. “I didn’t want to hold you back. It would’ve been unfair for me to use that as an excuse to stop you from leaving.”
“So you’re saying I missed three years of my daughter’s childhood because you didn’t want to be selfish?” With every word his voice grew louder, shouting by the end of the sentence and catching the other guests' attention.
“Mark, we should talk about this another day, when we’re alone.” You tried leaving, but his hand clutched your wrist tightly.
“No.” You could admire tears sparkling in his eyes. “I don't want to miss another second of her.”
“Mommy?” Just then, EunHee walked into the kitchen, holding Yuta’s hand. “I heard screaming, are you okay?” Mark nodded at his friend, as if signaling him he could leave.
“Yes, I’m alright, sweetie.” You swung her up in your arms, coming closer to Mark who had the sudden urge to hold his baby. “Are you sure about this? There’s no backing out.” You mouthed, feeling a pinch of relief as he nodded. “Baby, I’d like you to meet someone very special.”
“Who?”
“This is Mark...” She looked at you with her small eyebrows furrowed, she’d already met Mark. “Your dad.”
Mark honestly felt like crying, your daughter smiling excitedly as she urged you to put her down, letting her father hold her close to his chest.
“Mommy said you were lost.” He felt so warm inside.
“I promise not to get lost again, alright?” His lips pressed a kiss into her forehead, already enamored by the cheerful giggles erupting from EunHee.
You observed them with regret. If you'd told Mark you were pregnant before he left, perhaps he wouldn't be on the verge of tears right now, perhaps your daughter wouldn't have had to deal with her classmates’ non-stopping questions about her father.
“Y/n?” Mark called out for you. “C-can we have a family hug?” He moved his hand invitingly, making space for you to join.
You walked into his arms, every negative feeling vanishing as Mark embraced you, both of you trying not to sob.
“What do you want to do now?” He let go of you, using both of his arms to embrace EunHee.
“Make up for the lost time.”
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Future Plans
Surprise! Another chapter! This time with fluff. Kinda.
"Steven, Steeeeeeveeeen..." A soft voice whispered. "Wake up, baby."
Slowly, his eyes opened, and a sleepy smile graced his face. Connie was snuggled up in his chest and stomach. "Hi." He said dumbly, admiring his wife.
She was so beautiful it made him stupid. Her long flowing hair that always smelled so good (watermelon shampoo, which he definitely didn't steal occasionally), her bright eyes with their little sparks of wit, and her smile that made his heart turn to a puddle of goo.
She spun one of his many, many curls around her finger. "I'm off for the day, finally. We can spend all day together." Connie said softly and laughed a bit watching him try and lean into her warm hands. "So I figured we could make pancakes with all the fruit you got from your aunt yesterday."
As if on cue, his stomach growled loudly, making Connie laugh. "So that's a yes?"
"More than a yes, you'll love what they gave me too." Said Steven, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Blueberries, strawberries, and, drum roll please?"
She rapidly patted the bed in a silly attempt at one. He accepted it.
"Fresh Georgia peaches!" He shouted, throwing his hands up into the air. "Straight from my aunt's backyard!"
"YES!" She cheered. Getting up from their soft bed and following him. "God I love it when your aunts come over. We should go visit them in the summer, would be nice to have a little roadtrip."
"Couldn't agree more, actually." Steven stopped once they were in their kitchen. "You know, I... Was actually gonna suggest that. I know we just moved here, but I wanna see more." He made a vague circular hand gesture. It was true, they had only just moved to Texas from Arizona about a month and a half ago for Connie's job, but the two had always loved adventure. "Not just Texas, but like... Other states. Maybe Canada too."
"Canada seems nice." She added, pulling out their large frying pan as well as the large gift box Steven's aunt Bismuth had sent over. She suddenly glanced over at him. "What about Florida? We could go to theme parks on rides, I know you love those! And we could see all the weird things there!"
Steven smiled, taking his phone from its place on the counter and disconnecting it from the charger. He began taking notes. "I'm serious Connie, we should go during the summer, you and me." He smiled.
He wrote down all the different places they had already mentioned, tapping his finger on the hard counter. "Where else could we go..."
Connie was already pouring pancake batter into the pan, she was a lot more focused in the mornings, and in general if he was honest. Probably why she had such a high paying job in a very private company. Along with having gotten promoted too, gosh, he was so proud of her. He didn't know much about the company, but he knew they were working with biological engineers, something about advancing in medical technology, most was top secret, but apparently they would be heading out on a huge boat trip in the summer that Connie would be going on.
She had said that some of the experiments needed someone to monitor them, make sure nothing broke. When he had called it her babysitting job she had rolled her eyes and smacked his shoulder, but agreed. At least her job would be easy, she had said. They still didn't know when she was going though, or how long it would last, he just hoped it wouldn't take up the whole summer.
He plucked fruits out of the box that his aunt gave him, cutting them up after setting his phone back down.
"Hey, Steven?"
He looked up from the peaches. "Yeah?"
"I know another place we could go. Not exactly a summer thing, sure, but do you think we could go to Louisiana for Mardi Gras? My dad said he went there once and he loved it, I thought it was something we could do too."
He leaned over to Connie, watching her blushing face. He knew better. Her dad hated travelling, made him nervous. She had probably seen pictures and stories about it and wanted to go with no clue how to ask. Steven gave her a peck on the cheek, watching her smile shyly and blush deeper.
"Sure. We can go during the summer too after your trip. We'll enjoy the food, maybe see sights or wildlife."
Her deep brown eyes practically lit up. "Really?"
"Yeah. In fact, when we have our road trip, our first stop will be Louisiana!"
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Secret Voight (Jay Halstead) S2 Part 1
Summary: The team finally knows that Y/N is Voight's daughter. One secret is out but theres still one secret that's not out. Y/N and Jay's relationship. Will that stay a secret or not? I mean Voight always finds out about things, right? Season two of Secret Voight starts now.
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Warning or A/N: I'm so sorry it took so long! Been busy with work. But I'm working on part 2 as I'm posting this!
I stood there with my arms crossed looking at my half brother, unimpressed. The only thing that has changed about him from the last time I saw him was his height. "Y/N! Come on!"
You looked away from him, trying to figure out what to say before you looked back at him. "Come on, nothing. I'm not feeding into your habit,"
Justin looked at you as if you had slapped him. "Fine, whatever. You had never helped me and didn't care about me. You only cared about impressing dad and that why you got applied to be on Intelligence,"
You just sat there looking at him like he was the dumbest person on the planet. "Justin, you can try to guilt me all you want but I'm not gonna change my mind,"
He huffs and walked away but stop midway to whoever's car was parked behind him. "You know, you're just like dad,"
Your dad may do some shady things but he is loyal. You rolled your eyes and walked to your car and got into it and screamed out in frustration. When you met Justin, he was alread to lost and you were never clicked with him as you were 'too much' like your father. Him and Voight didn't have a great relationship. You tried to help him over and over, gave him hundreds of dollars but he would blow them on stupid things and you had enough of it. You didn't know what he wanted this time but the way he looked and acted it wasnt anything good. You sighed and drove to 21st.
You walked into Intelligence and you saw Jay start to walk up to you, which you walked past him and to your father's office. His door was open, so you just walked into his office but shut the door. "You need to do something with Justin before he gets killed,"
Your father swirls around looked at you. "Not even a good morning?"
You rolled your eyes. "Good morning. You need to do something with Justin befoe he gets killed,"
Voight puts his hands together and just looked at you. You rolled your eyes. "He called me last night after. Did you know he got out early?"
Voight shook his head. "No. What did he want and when did he get out?"
"Like a month ago, he asked to meet up. The when we did asked me for money and dad, he doesn't look good,"
Voight just nodded and sighed. "Theres nothing anyone can do. I've tried. You've tried. Everyone has tried. Jail obviously didn't do anything,"
You were about to say something but Voight stopped you. "Dont worry about him. We got a case,"
You sighed in defeat, he walked to the door and opened it for you. You just looked at him for a minute before walking out and over to your desk. Voight walked to the middle of the room. "All right, there are two unrelated wire investigations. Surveillance followed three of area central's top-ranking gang targets to this house on Carpenter. Narcotics hasn't gotten anywhere with it, so command staff wants Intelligence on it. Roll out in five,"
Voight took a look around the room before coming downstairs. You grabbed your gun and badge from your desk and started to walk downstairs when Jay walked next to you. "Everything go okay with Justin?"
You didn't answer him and kept walking. Jay whistled. "I take that as a no,"
"You have that right,"
You got into Jay's passenger seat as he climbed into the driver's seat. You looked around to see if anyone was near the truck and no one was there. You leaned over to Jay and turned his head to face you and kissed him. He smiled within the kiss and placed his hand on your cheek. You pulled away after a fee seconds and looked at him. "Sorry, just wedded that,"
Jay shook his head and chuckled. "No need to apologize babe. It's always welcomed,"
You smiled as Jay turned on his truck.
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You put the walkie up to your mouth and called the team. "We got the main eye,"
Voight came through next. "We're set up to the north. We got the south and a partial of the alley. If anyone goes mobile from the house, we're in position for a take-away. Oh and Ruzek, move closer. See if there's any movement in the house,"
At the same time I saw a someone walk up, Jay did too and he called it in. "Hold up. We got company,"
The guy started to pull something out and you noticed it was a gun before you could call it in, Atwater called it in. "Gun!"
We quickly got of the car and as soon as he did we were under attack. I don't know how lmany there were or how long it took, all I know was it was silent as it the gunfire crease. We walked into the house and started to clear the house. "Clear!"
You and Jay walked into the last room. "Police! Clear!"
You saw someone dead on the floor and other one that was alive. You took notice of the rest of the team coming in minus Ruzek and Atwater. "Hoodie's dead. This one's alive,"
You looked at Jay as you put the walkie to your lips once again. "Charlie 50-21, emergency,"
Voight looked at you like you were crazy. "What? He's gonna bleed out. We gotta put pressure on the wound,"
You pressed your finger back down on the walkie. "Shots fired by the police. Offender down,"
You heard Atwater call you guys into a room and when you got in there, you see specialize specialized ammunition "Cop killers,"
Ruzek stood up and was looking at something. "Hey, look at this,"
You walked over to him. "What do you got?"
"Insulin,"
"Somebody was a diabetic?"
"Or not. Is there a black market for this stuff?"
Jay walked up to us and grabbed the Insulin. "None that I've heard of. But you know what? It's a good place to hide a bullet, though. Nice work,"
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You walked up to the board and tapped two pictures on it and then turned to face the team. "This is Edward Jelko, the deceased street-level dealer. This is Peter Thomas Banfill, the offender, currently baking in a coma over at County. Jelko probably thought like we did that Banfill was sitting on something big, went over there to rip him off,"
Antonio walked up to the board and pinned more pictures on the board. "These are M995s, teflon-tipped, kevlar-penetrating rounds. Ballistics has them linked to several recent homicides. And we found 100 of these at the scene. It's for type R insulin, which is a Canadian designation and with any luck, our little surprise visit got the gun runners scrambling, which means they're gonna make mistakes, okay?"
Voight nodded and looked at all us. "Eyes open,"
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You were typing on your computer, corssrefercing things when Antonio comes back in after going out and talking to his C.I. "Hey! I found the source of the Insulin. A company near Toronto named Markham Medical Supply their sales rep makes a run here every other Thursday. He left at 5:00 this morning,"
You stood up from your chair and walked over to Antonio. "I'm guessing they have tracking numbers on all their products?"
Antonio looked at you. "Yep,"
Voight walked over to you two and nodded. "All right, get those tracking numbers, locate him on GP, and- you already did that,"
Antonio smiled. "Yep, Atwater and Burgess are en route tracking the signal,"
You held out your fist for Antonio to fist bump it and he does. "Nice,"
--
You were walking to the car to where Burgess and Atwater said they found a body. "This is definitely our sales rep. George Wilenko, 41. He's been with Markham Medical for 17 years. No record, fully bonded, has border clearance. This guy's not your typical smuggler,"
Al pointed at a cup. "You notice the cup?"
You looked over at the cup and saw a lipstick stain. "Lipstick on the lid,"
Jay and you had picked up the wife and had her in the break room after telling her, her husband was found dead. "My mother always called it Murder City but the first time we visited, I fell in love with Chicago. The lake, the river walk. George and I went to the top of the Willis tower. God, I just I can't believe it. Why would someone kill my husband?"
Jay sighed and looked at her. "We think that he was smuggling guns into the country,"
The wife looked at us like we were beyond mental. "George?"
You nodded. "He wasn't killed over Insulin. And on his last trip here, we think his vehicle was filled with these,"
You pointed over at Jay and Jay sat a bullet down on the sink. The wife looked like she was gonna faint. "I'm hallucinating. This isn't happening,"
"Five people have already been killed by them,"
The wife wasnt believing anything we said. "Look, you don't get it. George would never do that ever,"
"How often did you make the trip down with him?"
"Every couple of months. We always stay at the Sofitel. I shop. That's why he dropped me off. They don't have Bloomingdale's in Canada,"
You and Jay share a knowing look.
--
You and Jay were at Jay's desk, checking out the story that the wife told us wien Antonio comes back into Intellegnce. We got somethin'. These are our bullets. Can you believe the velocity of these things? Forensics traced one round that went through the TV, through the wall, ended up halfway through the engine block of an ice cream truck parked across the street,"
Voight nodded. "Seven homicides and counting,"
While you were listening to them, Jay was still digging. Our widow's lying. Her cell phone provider said she was never at Bloomingdale's. She spent the afternoon up in Edgewater,"
You and Jay walked back into the break room where she was sitting with the door closed. "We're gonna get real honest real quick. Do you recognize these men?"
Jay laid down the photos of the victim of the cop killer bullets. "Oh, my,"
You were getting fed up with her. "Yeah, neither can we. His face was shot off by the bullets you and your husband brought into Chicago. You lied to us. You weren't browsing Bloomingdale's. You were in Edgewater. You and your husband had a nice run, right? You start off with something simple like x or kush, and you got greedy, and you upgraded to gun-running. You got George killed, which makes you an accessory to his murder,"
Jay took a step in front of you at this point. "Y/N,"
You just looked at him but moved so he wasn't in the way anymore. "So we're gonna try this again, only this time the truth,"
She sat down andsighed. "I was visiting a friend. - An ex-boyfriend,"
You rolled your eyes. "If you're gonna lie, put some effort into it for me,"
The wife gave me the I'm not lying look. "Call him. He'll tell you,"
Jay placed a pen and a piece of paper on the table and pointed at it. "Name, number. I want you to take me through your entire day, every stop you made, every person you talked to, everything you did,"
"I already told you,"
You out your hands on the table. "Tell me again,"
She nodded. "We were on the road by 4:30. Didn't stop till we crossed the border just past Ann Arbor. Got some coffee, some gas. Used the washroom. George got a phone call from our nephew-"
You stopped her there. "Who's the nephew?"
"He lives here. He likes to meet up with George Oh, God, Mikey doesn't know,"
You look at her. "Does Mikey have a last name?"
She nodded.
*
Jay walked up to the board and tapped a picture up as you pointed at it. "Michael Ganz, lives in East Garfield Park, has a record: robbery, possession. Runs with a small crew,"
Jay nodded. "Claire's ex-boyfriend checks out right down to the five hundred bucks,"
The tech analysts came in and stands in the middle of the room. "Got a ping on Ganz's phone, pulled all the numbers he's called in the last 24 hours. All the calls were to the same numbers, a cell phone registered to a Lucky M Pawn and Loan - in Gage Park,"
Al pointed at the tech person. "Lucky M. I know that ding-dong,"
Antonio nodded. "We'll go talk to him. Come on,"
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Jay left to do something in which he didn't tell you what so you left to go and grab a cup of good coffee. You were coming out of the shop when you saw Justin across the street trading money for something. You placed your coffe cup on your car and walk over to where Justin was. Justin didn't see you til the moment you reached over and grabbed what was in his hand. It was drugs. You gave me a dirty looked before crushing them into dust and throwing them into the dumpster next to you. "Y/N! What the hell?"
You didnt even acknowledged him and started to walk away but he grabbed your arm. You instantly reached over with your free hand and punched him in the face. "Don't ever grab me like that,"
Justin recovers fast as he walked up to you. "Dont throw away something that isn't yours,"
You resisted the urge to strike him again. "Is that why you wanted to borrow money? To buy drugs?"
Justin didn't answer you. You pursed your lips together. "Thought so. You just got out of jail, Justin. Do you want to go back?"
Justin looked at you quickly. "Are you gonna arrest me?"
You shook your head. "With what evidence? I just destroy it. So no, I'm not but the next thing I see you buying or using any type of illegal substances, I will. Now get out of here,"
Justin takes one last look at you before walking away. You sighed as your phone started to ring. You reached into your pocket and answered it. "Voight,"
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You, Burgess, Atwatter, Voight, the IT person were sitting in the surveillance van after Al got into a car with the suspect. He was calling out directions when his phone got tossed out the window. It was a few minutes after his phone got tossed when they finally stopped. Now we are just waiting for the takedown word. "It's just like Christmas morning,"
That was it, you all jump out of the car and move into the bulding. "Police!"
You and Jay walked around the bulding as you see two people hiding southwest, you called it out to Burgess and Atwater.
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You sighed as you finished up the paperwork from the case and placed it in a file on your desk. Jay had already left and so did the rest of the team besides Voight. You get up from your desk and grabbed your jacket. You walked over to Voight's office and knocked. Voight turned and looked at you. "I'm headed home,"
Voight nodded. "Okay, I'll see you tomorrow. I love you,"
You nodded and said I love you too.
---
You walked up to the door and knocked. It was a few seconds befor you heard feet shuffle to the door, you smiled as your grandmother opened the door. "Its late. Everything okay?"
You nodded. "Yeah, I just wanted to come over and I know it's late but I missed you,"
Your grandmother pulled you into the house and then into a hug. She led you into her kitchen where you sat in a chair at the table. She walked over to the coffee pot and turned it on. "How's your father?"
You shrugged. "Same as ever. Jobs going good as well,"
You two didnt say anything else until the coffee was done. She grabbed the pot and a cup. She poured some of the coffee into the cup and sat down. "Are you gonna tell me what's bothering you or am I gonna have to guess?"
You sighed and took a sip of your coffee. "Justin is out of jail,"
She gives you a look, you give her the same one back. "Yeah, I know. Early release. Today, I caught him buying drugs and instead of arresting him. I destroyed the drug and gave him a choice. I know what I was wrong but he's my half brother. I cant let him drown,"
She sits her coffee down on the table and looked at me. "You have a big heart but sometime you gotta let people fall,"
"Its hard grandma,"
"I know but in the long run itll be better for everyone,"
---
You wake up to your phone going off, you groaned and rolled over and you saw that it was a text from Justin.
From: Justin
Thanks for not ratting me out. Dad set up a dinner, you're coming.
You sighed and texted him back.
To: Justin
What if I have plans?"
From: Justin
Cancel them.
**
You looked at Justin and then at Voight at the table and sighed. You didnt want to be here, you rather be laying in bed wrapped up in Jay's arms. "So this guy comes across the yard. He's all skeezed out on crystal or something and he says, he says, chicken pot pie. Like I'm supposed to know what that is, right? So my boy looks at him, points back at the block and he says, that way. Did not matter what this cat was on. He just doubles back to where he came from lickety-split, you know what I'm saying?"
You pursed your lips together as Voight looked at his son. "Hey, J, listen, I got some news. Um I had to pull some strings, but I got you in at the CTA,"
"That's where that's where city workers send their loser relatives,"
Justin looked at you for help but you shrugged. "It's a job. And it'll help you get back on your feet,"
He gives you a look which you ignored. "You know you sound more and more like him every day, right?"
You rolled your eyes. "You start Monday,"
"Okay, pop, sure,"
Voight's phone started to ring and he gets up to take it. "Excuse me, I gotta take this,"
You and Justin didn't talk while he was gone. He comes back and placed money on the table for the check and looked at you. "We gotta roll,"
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The Cleansing Hour (2019)
Genre: Horror
Who's In It: Ryan Guzman, Kyle Gallner, Alix Angelis
Who Directed It: Damien Leveck
Plot: Another successful "exorcism" streamed online - or so it seems. Can the "exorcist", producer and their team bring the ratings up? Ratings skyrocket, when a real demon gets involved.
Run Time: 94 Minutes
IMDB Score: 6.0
Why I Watched It: Trailer was decent and yes it's a horror movie.
How I Watched It: Shudder Canada
Random Thoughts: I just want to give Shudder a shout out, not all their movies are good but I do like how they pick their movies and I do love that they focus on horror film making and genre film making in general. It's also an affordable monthly rate.
What I Liked: I'm not the biggest exorcism movie fan, it's a horror sub-genre that is very cliched and very limited, almost all the movies are the same layout. Now the sub sub-genre of the phony Exorcist or ghost hunter has some legs and does have the chance to be a little different so this is why I was kind of looking forward to this film. I do like the idea about streaming/online exorcisms.
With that being said not going to lie, I really didn't care for the film. This is the part where even though I didn't hate the film I struggle to find something nice to say, the beginning and the set up are fine, the idea that a demon would come to F with this phony is good on paper and I will say the first third kind of worked for me and I will say this would have been a better short. I will say the first third I was kind of board and had hope this would work. There was some suspense and the possession was effective at the beginning. I did enjoy Alix Angelis performance as it was very difficult and you could tell physically taxing.
What I Didn't Like: You know you're in trouble when a 94 minute horror film is overly padded, my goodness there's so much melodrama in this thing, demons and possession isn't enough we need to had a love triangle and a truckload of other crap. The main problem with this film is the more it goes on the less you care for the three leads. I think they could have made this lean and mean and just make a scary AF film but nope they had to go to the cliche shoppe and throw in a bunch of troupes and horror cliches. By the end I didn't care and it bored me.
This is another in a long line of movies that have no idea how the internet and streaming and "Youtube" channels work. The live streaming numbers and all these people watching is a bit silly. Don't get me wrong I could see something like this working but not in the way it tries to do it and also I think by the end they made this story way too big, it ends up in the end of the world territory when they should have kept it in that room. A good exorcism movie is small, the characters are in this demon bubble here with the use of the internet they get the world involved, I get what they were going for but they were way too heavy handed.
I hate picking on actors and even though I don't think Ryan Guzman is a terrible actor, I have seen him in many terrible films and here he's miscast and to be honest he doesn't have the range this role called for, he doesn't have the weight or depth to pull this off and this is key cause you should care for him and I didn't.
By the end I thought the film was downright silly, and not only was I rolling my eyes I was begging it to be over. This is one of those cases where a 94 minutes movie felt like 2:20. The film just feel apart for me in the third act.
Final Thoughts: A disappointment, one of those movies where it just kept getting worse as it went on, I was there at the beginning but wanted to bail out by the end.
Rating: 3/10
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Cam: The Otherside - track by track
(Apple Music)
'...“I was a total idealist,” Cam tells Apple Music. The Nashville country singer, who’s also one of the city’s most sought-after songwriters, says the five years she spent writing her sophomore album were some of the hardest of her life. “I had this Disney idea of how the world worked, and at some point that just...broke.” Tracing a string of major life changes—breaking up with her old label, inking a new contract, marrying her husband, and welcoming her first child—The Otherside reflects a dramatic shift in thinking, or her journey through disillusionment into clear-eyed realism. That evolution unlocked a new side to her sound. “My songs have always pulled from my psychology background, but I had this filter on and didn’t even know it,” she says. “Once I took that off, I could be so much more honest. I could see the world, and myself, for exactly what they were.” Read on as Cam tells us the inside story behind each song.
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Redwood Tree
“I grew up in the Bay Area with a redwood tree in my backyard, and I did a lot of thinking up there. I wasn’t raised in a specific religion, but the most magical, awe-inspiring experience I can think of is being in the redwoods, feeling so small. It’s like a cathedral in that it reminds you of your place in everything. Fallen redwoods have rings that represent the thousands of years that they lived, and you’re like, ‘Oh, we’re just flies buzzing around.’ We wake up one day shocked to realize our parents are suddenly old. Like, when did my dad's beard get so white? I had watched the movie Arrival around the time we wrote this song, and I loved the idea of time not being linear. The soundtrack has these voices that go ‘Da, da, da, da,’ and we nod to that in the production. I hope time isn't linear. I hope I get more time with my parents.”
The Otherside
“Tim, or Avicii, came to Nashville a few years ago to write for one of his albums, and we were in the studio with Hillary Lindsey and Tyler Johnson. He started playing this piano melody over and over and over again, and I don't smoke cigarettes but when Hillary took a cigarette break, I was like, ‘I'm going, too.’ It was just so intense. He was really stuck on this thing. While we're out on the back porch, she and I came up with an idea for the chorus, and he loved it. But he fiddled with it for hours. He was thinking about cadence, about how we speak, about code-mapping it onto a melody, and about the actual phonetics. Tim never wound up releasing that song, so I was like, ‘Ooh, maybe that means I can.’ Even though it’s such a heavy thing not having him around for the final edits, I did feel this great responsibility to work my ass off to get it right. Because I knew that’s what he would have done.”
Classic
“On the other side of the spectrum, this is one of those songs that just magically fell into place. I went up to New York for a few sessions with Jack Antonoff at Electric Lady Studios, and it was so fun. Creatives tend to beat themselves up a lot, but Jack and I sat there jangling around on this 12-string guitar and writing a song that had this nostalgic Simon & Garfunkel ‘Cecilia’ vibe. It’s about how there are people in your life that outlast everything else—technology, fashion trends, swings in politics, whatever. Nothing's a constant in life, but a few people are. It was inspired by this moment when my husband and I were in Argentina and he found a pack of Lucky Strike cigarettes. He doesn't smoke anymore, but he goes, ‘I’ve got to smoke these because they don't make ‘em like this anymore.’ And then he looks at me and goes, ‘That's a country lyric.’”
Forgetting You
“I was writing with Lori McKenna, Tyler Johnson, and Mitch Rowland, and we’re all pals from working on various projects together. Still, I always get nervous when I go write with Lori, even though she's so humble and chill, because I’m like, ‘Don't embarrass yourself in front of the poet of our generation!’ Which is to say, I knew I needed to bring in something cool. I had this line, ‘I'm getting older/But you never change.’ The song is about holding on to the concept of someone from the past, and measuring everyone up to them even though it’s no longer real. That's why you keep moving forward but they never seem to age.”
Like a Movie
“Before we were married and had a kid, I’d come home from tour and my husband and I would have this tiny bit of quality time together. And the truth is, we’d usually get high and go to Walmart. One day, we were unloading all our groceries and I was like, ‘How did you know it was me? How did you know not to settle for someone earlier or wait for someone else?’ And he just smiled and said, ‘Because when I met you, it was like a movie.’ Now, I can remember when we met. I was a mess. It did not look like a movie. But it was so, so sweet. I wrote with the love junkies—Lori McKenna, Liz Rose, and Hillary Lindsey—and the strings are David Campbell, who’s actually Beck’s dad. Jeff Bhasker wanted a ’50s movie soundtrack vibe with strings that swelled like an orchestra, and David immediately got it. Apple Music did a teaser video for the album, and if you watch it, there should be video footage from that string session.”
Changes
“I usually write all my own music, but this is the first of a couple songs on this album that I didn’t. I guess I feel like it's cheating. I'm supposed to be digging all this personal stuff up and figuring myself out, so taking someone else’s song feels like a shortcut. But I trust Harry [Styles]’s writing. I feel like he tries so hard to be himself in his music, and he doesn't take it lightly. That pursuit resonates with me. The demo had Lori McKenna singing with Harry on background vocals and his whistle, which is still in the track. It was amazing to hear a song that someone else wrote that clicked so much with me personally. It’s about feeling like you’ve outgrown where you're from, and you don't really want to admit that. It’s kind of an uncomfortable thing to say, but I love when things are uncomfortable. That means it’s important.”
Till There's Nothing Left
“This song has steamy sexual energy... Like, ‘I'm giving you my whole heart but also my body and a quickie in the back seat.’ While we were recording my vocals, I was trying to sit back and make it cool and sexy, and I realized I was blushing. I was blushing because society tells us that sexuality is a private thing. If you want to be respected as a woman, if you want to be considered intelligent, you can’t be sexual. But then I was reminded of my grandmother who was raised Baptist on a farm in Saskatchewan. She's the one who gave me the sex talk, unbeknownst to my mother. She said, ‘Sex is like a milkshake. Once you have it, you're always going to want it.’ She was comfortable with her sexuality without it being the main thing about her. So I thought, ‘If a woman born in the 1930s on a farm in Canada can own it, I can own it.”
What Goodbye Means
“A friend of mine was going through a divorce. It was pretty ugly, but he was being so kind. I asked him, ‘How are you being so nice right now? I don't get it.’ And he said, ‘Because she might change her mind.’ I still get goosebumps thinking about it. We've all been there, not quite ready to accept the reality of something, and that's okay. You've got to take it at the rate you can take it. This song has such a classic melody. It’s warm. For some reason it feels like a summer evening in New Mexico to me.”
Diane
“This song is a response to Dolly Parton’s ‘Jolene,’ and man, it really seems to resonate with people. Crowds sing it back to me in this emotional, over-the-top, theatrical way. I suppose most people have had infidelity affect their life one way or another, but it’s hard to watch people you care about go through it. There's so much shame around it that you don't get to talk about what you need or how to heal. And you almost never get to hear the other party’s side. So ‘Diane’ is my moment to role-play, I guess. I'm the other woman and I slept with your husband and I didn't know he was married, but you’ve got to know the truth. Parton's lyrics to the other woman include the word ‘please,’ and that just killed me. She's so humble and human, asking someone to please not take the love of her life away. Immediately, I was like, ‘That's the narrative. That's what is so often left unsaid.’”
Happier for You
“This is the other song that I didn't write, and it’s from Sam Smith and Tyler [Johnson]. Sam and I have a great relationship because I helped write the song ‘Palace’ for their album and then they brought me out on tour. We have a lot of trust. When Lindsay [Marias, Cam’s manager] and I first heard this demo and Sam came in singing, our jaws dropped. The emotion was so raw and honest and real. I love the juxtaposition of saying something very loud and publicly—to the point where it almost feels proud—but actually it’s something that makes you want to curl up in a ball.”
Girl Like Me
“This is the author's note at the end of the book. Natalie Hemby had come over and started playing a verse on the piano, and I was like, ‘Oh god, that is so sad.’ And she's like, ‘It's your story. This is your comeback story.’ It’s funny how sometimes you can’t recognize your own self. Writing this song was uncomfortable but in the best way, trying to pull lyrics out in the chorus (‘They’re going to give up on you/You're going to give up on them’). You can’t just become jaded. You have to push through. It’s a gift to be able to see life for what it is, and to see yourself for who you are. I think anyone who has been through that phase of disillusionment will think, ‘Oh, yeah, tough. But this side is better.’”
#long reads#cam country#the otherside#country music#new album#women in country#cam singer#women in music#camaron ochs#2020#apple music#interview#beck#david campbell#hillary lindsey#liz rose#redwood tree#avicii#tim bergling#harry styles#sam smith#song: changes#happier for you#natalie hemby#lori mckenna#tyler johnson#jeff bhasker#mitch rowland#jack antonoff
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473) Thought dump: 1/13/19
You never seem to hold anything down can you?
The girl was on Christmas vacation for the better part of a month. We went on that date to see Free Solo right before that. Texted her right before I went to Toronto for a week and she told me to let her know when I got back.
Tried to strike up conversation with her after I came back on New Year’s day, but it didn’t really seem to go anywhere. Then the other day happened:
“I know it’s been a while since we last hungout, but I was just curious if you still wanted to see each other? I’d like to get to know you more, but if you feel different now I won’t take offense. Just didn’t want to leave any loose ends!”
“Hey! Sorry for not answering for a while, I’ve been in work training. to be honest, I’ve kind of lost taste for trying to see people or go on dates. I’m too set for school and work to try and start something, however, I love hanging out with you and would totally be down to chill as friends. Thanks for checking in!”
Cordial, I guess. I suppose I had already seen it coming, but I’m still disappointed by the confirmation. Saw that she unmatched me on Tinder too, so it looks like that road hadn’t led anywhere.
I had hope. It was the farthest I’d gotten in all these years in a relationship on my own. Guess I just fell for the idea of being with her too quickly. Why am I like this? Why can’t I seem to just get something? Anything.
Back to square one, again.
So where’s that leave us now? With Treasure, cause she’s still there. I guess I’m just really desperate for companionship. But why? I couldn’t tell you. Maybe cause I’m graduated and I don’t have that constant stream of social interaction from my classes.
My computer was giving me issues ever since I got back from Canada, took me about two weeks to fix, but I finally got it up and running. Had to update Lightroom because I got a new camera too, cause the old version couldn’t edit the new camera files. When I was going through the catalog, I saw the pictures from Colorado. And for whatever reason I clicked on them.
But this time I wasn’t so sad as I was before. Just disappointed I guess. You know the stages of grieving or whatever, I was at the acceptance stage. Or at least I think anyway. I put all the pictures together in a Google Drive folder, and I wrote a note to Treasure at the end of it.
Hi [Treasure], I hope you've found this. You might be thinking, "[Me], again with the cryptic messages." We haven't spoken since my last drunk essay to you, I realized the next morning that the ending was really fucking emotional. Sorry if I made you cry. I'm sorry that my emotions had to get in the way of our friendship. I'm sorry for where we are now. But to tell you the truth, it's always been like this, since we first met four, almost five years ago. Did you ever notice? The times we did go on adventures, you asked if we wanted to invite anyone else to come with us, that I usually always found some way to say no? I just wanted you to myself, and a handful of times I got that. But it was terrifying, in the sense that I knew my emotions might develop more, and fighting with my conscious that I could lose your friendship as a result. So right before I went abroad, I thought that I needed to say something. That's when we had that conversation in my car, and I told you about how I felt. That was one of the most petrifying moments I ever remember. I had a lot of shit happen in the past, just because I wasn't upfront from the beginning, and to be honest I'm still a bit traumatized from it. I thought that if I told you then, I could just run away across the ocean and not have to think about it. That's pretty much what happened. I don't remember you ever giving me a response to that, but I told you that you didn't have to, guess one would've been nice. Fast forward to the end of summer. Colorado. I still think about that time almost everyday. Maybe someone needs to slap me and tell me to get a grip, but everyday it finds some way to get back into my head. That's why I wanted to share with you these photos. I was really, really happy here. Mountains, hiking, photos, and you. We held hands, a lot. I was close to kissing you, the morning when you were warming your hands on my neck, you were right there, it was the closest I ever got, but I chickened out. I just kept thinking about what more trouble it was going to cause, but I hate myself for not just giving in. I gave you a kiss on the cheek that night after you stopped crying. I thought about it again when we were driving back home, the sunset where we pulled off the road. That would've been perfect, and I keep thinking about how I should've. It's taken a lot for me to recover from that. The morning after at your parents', it just felt like something was off. And the drive back, when I was talking to [Friend] about our trip. I knew things weren't going to stay pretty. Then we had that talk at Zera's. You slapped my car windows and told me, that we were still gonna be friends. I just wasn't quite sure. When you went to Germany, I found a place to live, got a new car, started my job. The first couple weeks were fucking miserable. I had no idea what was happening, I hadn't kept up much with my friends here in Denton, and I live alone. Things are better now, I found my friends again, but I feel really isolated from time to time. I've actually tried to use Tinder, and I got a few dates out of it. Kept my mind off of you for a bit, and it was nice, but never for too long. Life always likes to hand me the shit cards, it's been nine years by myself and counting now. I guess I don't really know what the purpose of this whole thing is, I guess I need closure, maybe that's why I just can't stop thinking about it. One of my friends said I should see a therapist, but I don't know if it was that serious or I was just being dramatic. I don't know what they'll think of me sending this to you, probably that I'm stupid and should move on. There's a piece of paper that you drew on that I still have, two people hiking up a mountain, looks like they're holding hands. I thought it might be us. At least this one I wrote sober.
That was Wednesday. She said she was going to write me back at some point. We’ll see where that goes I guess.
I wonder if you check up on this. I miss you.
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The best DMC I've ever had.
A Staff member on my Minecraft Server, Iris (pylonsbro), connects with Minechat. A 60MIN+ Conversation Ensues.
Harrison: Hi
Iris: Hey, just seeing how things are going ~
Harrison: Thanks for that ~
Iris: I'm on minechat.
Harrison: By the way, we filled the second owner spot!
Iris: You can't teleport me, and yeah, Justin told me.
Harrison: I teleported you out of Hub, to get you out of there.
Iris: Oh ok, aha. Sorry, and thanks for that ~
Harrison: Iris, there's a way out now, go to the end of the path with the sign, and step on the pressure plate.
Iris: Yeah, I saw that before.
Harrison: Does it not work?
Iris: Nah, it worked. Nice, that's something I've been waiting for. I wish I could show you my house.
Harrison: Hold on, let me De-Op myself and try the sign. I've got console, so I can Re-Op myself.
Iris: Wait a sec...
Harrison: Ok, it works.
Iris: Where am I?
Harrison teleports to Iris to see where she is.
Harrison: You're in an awesome man cave -- An empty one, but still awesome.
Iris: That's my home (^_^)
Harrison: I know :D
Iris: I think it's mad (^_^)
Harrison: Same here ~ I will add detail for you, tell me what you think.
Iris: Yeah, thanks, I can't see it though...? I'm on my iPhone.
Harrison: Well, when you get on PC.
Harrison sets his game mode to creative.
Harrison: By the way, I might not even need OP, because of the way I set it up ~
Iris: (^_^) Yeah, I'm out for the night, having a bit of fun (^_^)
Harrison: Bye :P
Iris: Wait, where are you from?
Harrison: [REDACTED: PERSONAL INFORMATION], Allenwood, PA. Mail me if you can pls. Notice meh.
Harrison: So, basically Pennsylvania.
Iris: (^_^) I only wanted the country ~
Harrison: US. The U.S. of A. The You Esp Of A. The You Esp of Ayy Lmao...
Iris: (^_^) Mad, what's the time there?
Harrison: It's 11:06 AM
Iris: Ayee Canadian (*_^)
Harrison: I'm listening to OMFG - I Love You ~ Oh wait, it just ended.
From this point on the conversation becomes deep and personal.
Iris: (^_^) You're very detailed tonight, it's 1:10 AM Here. 1:08 to be exact.
Harrison: It's called "Stimming" and it's an ADHD thing, being very specific.
Iris: Yeah, I sound a bit like you.
Harrison: If you had ADHD you'd know what I mean.
Iris: I don't have ADHD ~
Harrison: Oh.
Iris: What makes you think I do?
Harrison: I didn't say you did, I said "If" you did.
Iris: "Oh" (^_^) -- You sound upset that I don't have it
Harrison: I don't get upset. Well, maybe sometimes.
Iris: Everyone gets upset.
Harrison: Yeah, I suppose, but I get upset less.
Iris: I get upset for no reason most days.
Harrison: I'm usually as calm as could be, some people are more mild like that. :P
Iris: I've like, suffered from fucking depression and shit, so I'm trying to be chilled.
Harrison: I've had a fine life -- Even finder than sir Moustache's Moustache.
Iris: I have a perfect life too, I get everything I want. Perfect Family, Boyfriend, and Yes.
Harrison: Same here -- I don't have a Girlfriend.
Iris: But it it's about what people have and don't have to get depression, it's a sickness.
Harrison: Yeah, it's a state of mind, an imbalance of Seratonin to Melatonin.
From this point on the conversation becomes very deep.
Iris: Yeah -- Getting more personal here, have you ever tried weed?
Harrison: Hello? You're talking to a stoner.
Iris: Is this legit?
Harrison: Yeah ~
Iris: Maddest cunt right here -- Might explain the "not getting upset" part.
Harrison: Truly?
Iris: Yes cunt, Harrison, you're a mad guy ~ Sorry for language
Harrison: I am very mad >:D -- just kidding xD
Iris: I had a couple cones tonight bruh ~
Harrison: Do you mean scones? Cuz you're Canadian.
Iris: I'm not Canadian...
Harrison: Oh, whoops...
Iris: I'm Australian, bloody oath mate ~ Do you know what cones are aye?
Harrison: I was thinking Australia and typed Canada, not sure why.
Iris: (^_^) Okay ~ Bro, do you know what cones are aye? You aren't a stoner if you don't.
Harrison: One sec, my mom's calling me... shit, I hate her, really.
[...]
Harrison: She's telling me to eat.
Iris: Avoiding the question (^_^) Nah, all good. Oh, eat then man.
Harrison: Nah, I just don't want to talk about weed, that's what it is.
Iris: Why's that, Harrison, you can honestly trust me with your life. I'm good at keeping secrets, I promise.
Harrison: It's just a pet peeve, sorry.
Iris: What does that mean?
Harrison: Look it up ~
Iris: Ok, if I must, be right back.
[...]
Iris: You hate it? You think weed's annoying?
Harrison: No, I just think talking about it too much is.
Iris: Do you think I'm annoying?
Harrison: No ~
Iris: (^_^)
Harrison: Jinx ~
Iris: Nah, it's all good, respect.
Harrison: By the way, I use a vaporizer, I never used a bong. Smoke makes me sick.
Iris: Oh yeah, so it's not a regular thing?
Harrison: No, a vaporizer is like, where the THC is in a vapor, instead of a smoke.
Iris: Nah, sorry, just forget about it, I don't want to make you uncomfortable.
Harrison: I hope that clears up not knowing about "Cone."
Iris: Yeah, I thought for a second you might be fake, but I see now I was wrong.
Harrison: It happens to the best of us.
Iris: You've probably had enough of me...
Harrison: Nope, I can take you all day :D
Iris: That sounds a little weird, but okay :D
Harrison: I'm listening to a song that says "You must be out of your mind."
Iris: Am I out of my mind?
Harrison: No, you're yourself. I try to be fair, honest and determined.
Iris: Yeah, I just try to do the right thing, if someone's struggling I'll be there for them.
Harrison: ADHD is what made einstein smart, but I don't know about my skills.
Iris: Even if it kills me, I'll be there to help them -- Even if I hate them.
Harrison: I'm not doing to hot in my courses, despite being a quick learner and very creative.
Iris: I can't think of one person I even hate though.
Harrison: Me neither. The exception is my mom, in a sarcastic way xD
Iris: Ah yeah ~ I feel like we're having a good deep conversation.
Harrison: Same here (^_^) -- There was this one kid who looked into my eyes in-game and left. They're red.
Iris: Woah, wait, I'm confused as fuck! ~ Sorry for Swearing...
Harrison: Most times I have the hat layer on, a pair of sunglasses and headphones.
Iris: Still confused...
Harrison: I mean like, my minecraft skin.
Iris: Oh.
Harrison: So yeah, when I disable my hat layer, this kid left the game.
Iris: They can't handle the red eyes, huh? (^_^)
Harrison: Nope xD
Iris: I think I'm catching on, do you have red eyes? (In-game)
Harrison: Yeah, in game. *COUGH* irl too *COUGH*
Iris: (^_^) You should get eye contacts, I have cat cat eye ones.
Harrison: What do you mean? Will they cover it up? (The white (or red) part)
Iris: No, it just covers the iris.
Harrison: Oh, that's dissapointing. :/
Me and Iris reveal our names to eachother for the first time.
Iris: Iris, that's also my name :3
Harrison: That's a really cool name ~ It sounds magical as could be, loving it!
Iris: Ah yea (^_^) You wouldn't tell me yours would you?
Harrison: Sure, I'm Harrison. Harrison Bruce Micheal Smith. Two middle names :)
Iris: Ah, I like it!
Harrison: But when I grow up, I will change it to Harrison Jenson Angelia Williamson.
Iris: Ooh :)
Harrison: H-JAW for short.
Iris: That's a mouthful, but hey, as long as you like it :D -- It's smart.
Harrison: That's a little codename I made up when I was 7 or so.
Iris: Aw (^_^) That's so cute!
Harrison: The whole point is to be unique. I bet nobody has that name.
Iris: Same here, I've never met anyone with my name before.
Harrison: Basically, my birthname is Williamson, so then I just used a random name generator for the middle names!
Iris: Magic, I love it!
Harrison: The factors combine to make the ultimate name!
Iris: You're actually one of a kind ~ I hardly ever find someone to talk to for this long.
Harrison: I am a conversationalist, so, yeah.
Iris: I like it, you're cool :)
Harrison: This is probably why I never get things done :P
Iris: (^_^) Yeah ~ I always get distracted.
Harrison: Thing is, when I actually do something I'm usually pretty good at it, and that's what counts.
Iris: Well, it shows, you have a fucking amazing server. -- Sorry for Swearing...
Harrison: Swearing is cool with me :P
Iris: Sorry, I just don't want to disrespect you or like, make you upset or something.
Harrison: I don't care, I don't give a shit (`^_^`)
Iris: (:^_^:) But is swearing allowed in this server?
Harrison: Of course
Iris: Yeah, awesome, first swear word I've head you say :)
Harrison: It's all about context, if it's hate swearing then no, but emphasis is fine.
Iris: You know it's a fact that people who swear a lot are honest people.
Harrison: Well then call me a liar cuz I used to swear a bunch.
Iris: Yeah, I swear all the time, and I hate lying.
Harrison: Emphasis: I used to swear a lot, a lot, a lot, a lot!
Iris: (^_^) Ok, I get it, I'll never lie, and I don't want to be lied to.
Harrison: Thing is, I always hit a brick wall when lying.
Iris: What do you mean?
Harrison: Well, I've tried lying before and I always end up telling the truth, even if I don't get caught.
Iris: Well, that's a good thing.
Harrison: Agreed, and I can hardly ever keep a personal secret. I can keep yours though :)
Iris: We'll have to wait and see on that one (^_^) Lol, no it's all good.
Harrison: So, I can lie and deceive fluently, but I end up avoiding it because morality and shit.
Iris: I'm the same way man.
Harrison: Oh, by the way I'm a Mormon. And I do weed. Thug Lyfe Bitch!
Iris: Hah, you're a mad cunt bro, honestly.
Harrison: Yeah, Mormons forbid that kind of indulgence. Well, most of them that is (*_^)
Iris: Woah, you're a Mormon?
Harrison: Loosely, yeah. I just have to go with my parents to church, it's not really religious.
Iris: So you can't do sports on Sunday, hey?
Harrison: No, but that's irrelevant, cuz I never got into sports anyways.
Iris: Well, I'm a state basketballer.
Harrison: Cool, so yeah, I don't do sparts, I don't watch sparts, nothing.
[..]
Harrison: Lol, sparts... Spartaaa!!!
Iris: Haha :)
Harrison: Wtf how did I to a double type... I mean typo...
Iris: Ehm...
Harrison: Oh, wow, I typo'd on the word typo.
Iris: Haha -> Ha -> H -> He -> Hell -> Hello -- Illuminati. You think you're cool.
Harrison: I think I'm just another guy, doing what he thinks is right, and never stops 'till he's finished the job.
Iris: Well, I think you're cool. Even though you are very talkative :{
Harrison: Wtf is that face, haha :3
Iris: Idk lol.
Harrison: But yeah, determination is my core, it can branch out into many directions but you can always trace it back to my determination.
Iris: Well, I should go, I didn't bring a charger and my phone's like, dead. Oh, and I need to be home in a few hours (^_^)
Harrison: Oh shit, that's quite a convo stopper, damn son!
Iris: I'm sorry :(
Harrison: Look, remember when u did the illuminati thing?
Iris: Yeah
Harrison: My modification is: Haha -> Ha -> H -> He -> Hell -> No. Hell Nah man!
Iris: (^_^) Hell yeah!
Harrison: No.
Iris: OOH THE FULL STOP, You mad bro?
Harrison: [Thinks for a moment] No. But WOW!
Iris: (^_^) Yeah, right on, I'm off, we'll talk another time, maybe tomorrow.
Harrison: I've been in your base area this whole time, the outside is even better!
Iris: See ya soon!
Harrison: Wait ~ One more sec.
Iris: You realize everything you do for me on this server is REALLY appreciated. A lot.
Harrison: Thanks, bye.
Harrison Kicks Iris off the server, with reason "Leave the fancy way.."
Iris Rejoins the game.
Iris: Wtf, did you kick me?
Harrison: The reason was "Leave the fancy way", did you see it?
Iris: Yes I did, but why, I didn't like it.
Harrison: Oh, it was meant to be funny, sorry about that.
Iris: Oh ok, I though you were being a dick, sorry I took it the wrong way.
Harrison: Hell -> No.
Iris: (.^__^.) OMG XDDD :D -- I don't want to leave :(
Harrison: I know the feeling.
Iris: Sorry, I'll let you do what owners do on servers, cya man, best DMC Ever!
Harrison: Bye!
[..]
Harrison: Wait, what's DMC?
Iris abruptly leaves the game.
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