#I know I practically hate this color but GAWD-

[charlibugg]

bleh here’s your new and improved human version of blossom now go away

[theyscreamjade]

Heyy!, i saw your request being open so, can I request a headcannon for shoto, izuku, katsuki and shinso of their s/o having an "alt" style, thigh higs, skirts, fishnets, loong sweaters, doc martens and of course the eyeliner are like their fashion, I'll be so happy if you can do it!

Have a great day, don't forget to take care of yourself 🥺💓💓

Alternative S/O

-OH MY GAWD! This is why I’m falling for you, Anon..or Anon’s? You’re my peeps and always will be! I have a few outfits that I found on Pinterest to go with the headcanon! Also...as a fellow Alt, if I may act thirsty in these, forgive me. I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: Cursing!

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Hitoshi Shinso

* If you think this man will judge you by what you wear, think again.

* I honestly believe he’s wearing the same style as you, which would look gorgeous together.

* He loves that you wear what you please and don’t give a fuck what anyone has to say.

* One thing he honestly loves about you, Fishnets. He loves seeing them on you..in and outside the bedroom with that~

* Now, With your makeup and that sharp eyeliner? Honey.

* Even though he loves your bare face, that eyeliner adds the extra pop to your style and he can’t help but admire it. He loves when you do the double eyeliner though.

* Hell, half the time, the moonlights glowing on your skin and it just looks gorgeous.

* He won’t let you use his face as a practice dummy, but he’ll kindly give you his arm to practice all you want and he’s always ready with makeup wipes for you.

* If anyone says that your clothing style is strange or something, expect that person to either come back to you brainwashed.

* Each outfit you wear will always stay on his mind because he knows what you wear will be an absolute masterpiece in his eyes.

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Izuku Midoriya

* This Broccoli boy here loves you for you. No matter what you wear, he’s a freaking simp when he falls for you.

* You might convince him to take those damn red shoes off for once. (and if you do...Thank you.)

* He loves seeing you accessorize your clothing but loves it when you include his too.

* Like when you wear his hoodie as a dress with a pair of stockings and whatever shoe to your liking.

* Fight me on this, he loves when you wear accessories on your thighs. For example to the outfit at the top.

* We all know this boy is a probably certified freak once he loses that card and thighs are his shit. I don’t care!

* (I don’t care!)

* When it comes to makeup, he doesn’t seem to understand the purpose because you’re fine to him. He loves when you use the eyeliner to make fake freckles on your face, You two match and it’s so cute!

* He may be the type to be your test dummy for styles you’d want to try or practice the perfect eyeliner with him. (As long as he doesn’t t blink too damn much.)

* He will say something if someone even speaks about your outfit other than a compliment and you do realize this man can kill someone with a single flick of his finger right?

* (And another thing, if you have a chance. Burn those damn shoes and buy him more with style! PLEASE!!)

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Shoto Todoroki

* I can’t tell you enough how much this man loves your alternative style.

* Each outfit you wear just makes him swoon. Fishnets, docs, converse, large sweaters, and more, he fucking loves it.

* I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if this man falls for someone with a style like this because he loves the difference in others.

* IcyHot here loves you in graphic shirts and doc boots. He honestly loves it when you wear baggy jeans too.

* He will BUY graphic shirts for you to wear. (But I do him buying one with Endeavor hate on it too.)

* You rock each and every outfit to a full perfect T and he’s just eating it up.

* Makeup though? He can’t help but admire it but also another he doesn’t see the purpose too. You’re perfect the way you are but he admires the hard work you put into it. (Just don’t let him touch it.)

* He loves seeing you get creative with your eyeliner, from a simple wing to an eyeliner with a heart on your cheek.

* He’ll be confused if you even ask him such a thing but would eventually accept and might like it. (....Alt Todoroki.)

* He will death glare anyone who talks about what you’re wearing though, but his father. He has a plan for him.

* The next time you two go shopping, that credit card is about to be maxed.

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Katsuki Bakugo

* Another silent simp that’ll be engaged to your style.

* I swear, he might start wearing Doc Martin’s because of you, especially how great they look on you.

* He loves it when you wear large sweaters as dresses.

* BUT DO NOT WEAR CHAINS. DONT FUCKING DO IT.

* (It’ll influence him and I swear to fucking god, he’s alright now but if I see his ass wearing a goddamn chain or more, I’m a dead bitch)

* And it might be used during the nasty~ AGAIN, MIGHT.

* He doesn’t care when it comes to makeup but he does see how hard you work for it though.

* As much as he doesn’t want to admit, he loves you to use fake lashes with your eyeliner. Black, grey, or more colors especially red eye shadow just makes him stare a bit more.

* HE WILL NOT BE YOUR TEST DUMMY...until you ask him for the 30th time, then he’ll accept angrily. Just don’t fuck up or take a picture, he will purposely hold your phone in his pocket so you won’t get any ideas.

* We all know what he’d do is anyone says anything about you, compliment or not, they’re dead.

* He may surprise you with a shopping trip and let you buy some clothes though, and will hold your bags the whole time.

[frogsandfries]

I couldn't just leave it alone

The galley that I printed looks awful in the low light in the living room. So I've spent all day updating the frames and print them together into a whole new print document.

The adjustments I'm making emulate or reverse whatever happened when the original document got put through KDP. Namely, I countered the desaturation and yellow-ness by making the edited images more saturated and cooler. At this point, I think the worst that will happen is that the images are still not saturated enough for me, but I'm pretty sure I've sufficiently countered how yellow everything printed--I should only need one, maybe two more test prints. It's really frustrating because I'm sitting here, thumbing through this original print and I'm just horrified, because it looks practically grey. I do not even a little understand what happened, because when we used our personal printer, everything was fine.

I'm also frustrated to feel hung up on this point. I did some research into what happened--I don't really know what to research, I don't know of anyone, or anywhere like a board or a Reddit or anything, to ask how to make the colors print more true--and the best I've come up with is the vague-seeming advice to make all my images RGB. Well that's great. Gawd I hate digital art. This is turning into enough to make me want to just use leaves and the teeth of the animals that I hunt to feed myself.

Anyway, I'm just about ready for take two on the galley copy, so I'll only have to wait another week for that-- like, twenty-four to forty-eight hours for it to get approved, then about forty-eight hours for it to ship. Once I have it all set up afresh, I'll be able to go back to coloring until this copy also comes in printed like crap. I'm going to finish making the edits that I've been making to the tone and saturation, then probably set the images to RGB--hope against hope that there's an easy way to just convert a bunch of them at a time. Might as well lay what little I can come up with all on there.

Uggggghhhhhhhh.............I just want this out of the way so I can keep working. It's been hard enough to make the transition into issue two........

[leoswritingcorner]

an oracle in olympus - pt 6 1/2

first i need to thank @headcanonsfromanelfblossom who beta’d the HECK out of this. this chapter was going to take a nosedive before she stepped in and gave me the idea to split it into two parts! name twin, you’re the mandalorian to my baby yoda. <3 <3 <3 beach episode will be coming up next! 

Sicily, Italy

It’s another night of feasting and celebrating a bountiful harvest. Eric has nearly forgotten his troubles as his cup is filled with fresh mead and a plate of delicious food is set before him. Savory meat drenched in sauce, potatoes roasted to a perfect crisp and seasoned with the freshest spices that he himself had grown and gathered earlier. He grins in satisfaction and brings the cup to his lips, the sweet liquid just barely grazing them when the air rocks with a terrible tremble and the sound of deep groaning.

In the distance the scorching mountain of Etna glows menacingly against the starlit sky. Eric rolls his eyes at the dramatic work of Hephaestus, who’s always trying to show him up. He raises his cup once more for another sip, but on the table his phone lights up with a new message and all at once, his troubles return.

I’m here. Meet me. Now.

Eric coughs into his drink, sputtering as the liquid flies out in different directions, staining his clothing. A few nymphs puzzledly glance his way and he turns their attention away with a scowl.

“Eat,” he commands offhandedly, waving at the food as he stands from the table. At the other end of the grand table, Demeter watches her son curiously. Her hands begin to tremble, and she folds them tightly on her lap. 

“Would he really leave again so soon?” She asks them worriedly, her eyes watching her son.“Persie-Poo?” She calls gently. He glances at her only for a second before he looks to Etna. Even Demeter’s watchful eyes miss the dark figure he watches slip away into a crevice of the mountain. 

“I’ll be right back,” Eric mutters. “I just need to take a walk,” he adds, giving her a fake smile, one he knew that would ease her over and allow him to do whatever he wanted. He doesn’t wait for her approval and heads off. Each step he takes towards Etna fills his nerves with apprehension. How did he find him so quickly? Eric still didn’t have his story straight, or his next step worked out. He stops walking and turns his head back to his mother’s village. He takes a step back. He can run. Yeah, yeah! He can run and go- where the hell could he even go? Swearing under his breath, and against his better judgment, he continues on towards the volcano. His chest begins to tighten, and sweat begins to cake his skin when Etna’s shadow falls over him. Damn it all. He thinks he has a solid lie when he finally reaches the crevice, but when he sees red eyes, harder and deeper than the magma that flowed just behind the wall of stone, glaring at him, Eric feels his throat go dry.

“She’s still alive.” The voice is so rough, it nearly shakes the volcano. “You really screwed everything up now.”

Eric shakes his head, waving his hands as if to ward off the blame that was being flung at him. “It wasn’t me! Jerkcules and those two bone-headed Olympians showed up,” he explains quickly, his voice swelling with fear, “It’s probably not even her, you know-”

“Shut up!” The second man barks. Etna shudders around them. The cavern is dank and rich with the putrid smell of sulfur, while jagged bits of stalactite crack and tumble down. Eric flinches and breathes in sharply when a rough grip comes around his neck. “Don’t give me your damn excuses. It’s been twenty five years since…” He trails off with a feral snarl and shoves Eric away. The vegetation god tumbles back with a pained yelp. The hulking figure paces before turning on Eric again. “It is her. She won’t ruin this for me, not again. Now I have to fix up your mess,” he says furiously, leaning down. Eric swears he could feel the heat of the lava on his breath, as he spoke more lowly. “Go enjoy your last days of summer, Persephone. Be ready, as there won’t be any more waiting.” His warning is dark, and Eric knows he means it. Etna thunders once more, and Eric finds himself alone in the crevice. 

He slams a thick fist to the wall and swears loudly, his voice echoing around the cavern. He hated this deal, he hated him, and how weak all of this made him. But if he was going to live, if Cherry was going to be spared...he’d deal. He’d get his revenge in the end. Right now, he just had to play along.

*

Lucy’s head pokes through the museum's break room door and spies Lucky slumped on the couch, her uniform wrinkled and messy. The wino goddess winces at the sight. “Hey, Charms,” she greets gently, walking over. The maybe-oracle looks up quickly, and nods in a silent greeting. “So, I hear it’s been a busy week so far,” Lucy says, trying to converse, settling by her. 

“Cherry was right,” Lucky says with dry amusement, dropping her head back with a tired groan. “Everyone in Olympus, and their mother, wants to know if I’m really Tyche, or not.” 

Minor gods, spirits, and all creatures between nymphs and giants had come to Lucky to make her acquaintance. Or kill her. Whatever they felt like at that moment. Fortunately, any attempts to kill her all backfired in ironic ways. Today hadn’t been any different.

Koalemos made his appearance and let his influence spread through practically everyone in the museum, mainly a group of teenagers who decided the best way to make a viral video was to climb the mammoth exhibits and throw priceless artifacts around. Lucky surprised herself with the strength she had to drop kick the stupid spirit out. But the damage had been done - she didn’t even want to think of all the meetings and paperwork that was about to come her way.

“At least it’s your birthday this weekend,” Lucy points out, hoping to change the mood. “Didn’t you have something planned?”

“I did, I thought about spendin’ the weekend in Aspen,” Lucky scoffs with a frown,. “But everyone I invited either declined or ignored me,” She slumps against Lucy. “My twenty-fifth birthday is shot.”

It was Lucy’s turn to frown. “Those are your mortal friends,” she says, shaking her head. “You’re gonna see how we party on Olympus. Much better than As...oh,” Her brown eyes light up, and Lucky catches a flash of neon colors swirling in them. An idea had struck. “Oh my Gaia, I got it,” Lucy snaps her fingers, a wide grin crossing her lips. 

“What?” Lucky asks puzzled, tilting her head. Lucy doesn’t answer her right away and instead, pulls out her phone, her long fingers quickly writing out a text. “Luce, what is goin’ through your head?”

“Shh! Just trust me,” Lucy finally replies with a carefree smile. “Lucky, get ready- you’re going on vacation for your birthday.” 

*

When Jamie got word that Lucy had spontaneously planned a surprise getaway for Lucky’s birthday, the love goddess insisted she handle the guest list and get some quick shopping in. That’s how Lucky found herself in Amphitrite’s Beach Shop, one of the thousands of department stores to be found in The Mall of Olympus. 

“I like this one,” Jamie says, holding up a bikini set up to Lucky. Skimpy and shiny, Lucky knew it would not do in covering very much. She shakes her head and gives Jamie a ‘really now?’ look. Jamie pouts her pink painted lips and puts the bikini down. “That’s, like, the fourth one. You haven’t really, like, even tried any on,” she points out. “And we’re leaving, like, in a few hours!”

“Well where are we goin’?” Lucky asks, toying with the sheer fabric of a sarong, her eyes peeking over to the tall blonde. It’d been a long couple of hours of questioning and probing, and she almost had Jamie worn down to revealing the surprise.

Jamie perks up and picks up the sarong. “Cute! We’ll, like, go off this,” she says, quickly nodding. She begins to walk down the aisle but stops short and turns to Lucky. “Nice, like, try Lucky I’m not spilling the beans,” she says with the finality of a goddess and tugs Lucky along. “Now, try on this bikini, you have, like, adorable curves and you gotta show em off!” Jamie insists, pressing a bikini set into her arms. 

When Lucky walks off to the fitting room grumbling under her breath, Jamie sighs and leans against the wall. “Gawds that was, like, close,” she sighs, dramatically pressing a hand to her head. Her phone chimes and Jamie smiles brightly when she sees the name A❤️💖 💝💘💗💞💕💓😍 pop up in a text message and their reply.

‘...fine I’ll go. Only for you.’

Jamie squeals. Now this trip would be a blast.

*

“Everyone is going to, like, meet up at my place,” Jamie explains between sips of her smoothie as she and Lucky wander down the sidewalk through town back towards her house. “We’re gonna leave from there,” she continues happily. 

“To head off to…” Lucky prompts sneakily. She bites on the straw of her smoothie and waits for Jamie’s slip up. But she doesn’t respond. Instead, Lucky hears a soft gasp come from her instead. “Jamie?” She asks worriedly, looking up to her friend. Jamie’s eyes stay across the street, and Lucky follows her gaze.

A tall young man with messy blonde hair laughs along with a child who appears to be his daughter. A small girl, barely older than five years old, her own hair a mix of blonde and a shade of red. Lucky feels Jamie’s body tremble, and it’s then that she notices the gathering tears in her eyes. Jamie fingers twitch slightly, as if wishing to reach out to them.

The man’s eyes slide over to meet them. There’s a brief moment where he looks taken aback before a hard glare narrows his eyes. A stunned gasp leaves Lucky when in a flash, wings appear on his back. With his daughter in his arms, he gives Jamie one last long look before he’s gone in a flurry of white feathers.

Jamie swallows hard and closes her eyes, while tears stained with mascara glide down her cheeks. “C’mon,” she says, her voice too soft, too quiet. 

Lucky shakes her head in disbelief. “Jamie, was...was that, um-”

Jamie doesn’t look at her, being careful to wipe her tears away. “Eros,” she confirms sadly. “It’s a, like, a really long story,” she says, a distressed expression settling over her. She takes a shaky sip of her smoothie and cringes. She tosses it away quickly into a trashcan. “Ugh, like, sorry,” Jamie apologizes, shaking her head with a sigh. 

“Ya don’t have to apologize for anythin’,” Lucky replies gently, giving her a reassuring smile. “Ya don’t have to explain either if ya don’t wanna,” She adds. 

Jamie nods, as they finally reach her house, pausing at the sight of another young man stepping outside. He was just as tall, his hair a mop of red curls and his eyes widened slightly at the sight of Jamie and Lucky. “Oh,” he says “Sorry, just swung by for the rest of my things,”  he speaks mainly to Jamie, with hands full of bags of tools and other trinkets. Lucky tilts her head. Was this Hephestus? Not the image she had in mind. But then again, was anyone in Olympus really what she had imagined?

“It’s, like, okay Kyle,” Jamie says with a small shrug. “Did you get what you needed?”

“Not all of it,” Kyle says. “But I’ll come by later on for the rest,” He nods to the door. “I’ll see you around,” He finishes, walking past them. Lucky watches as the god of forges leaves, then turns back to Jamie with an amused but questioning gaze. 

Jamie lets out a good natured huff. “It’s, like, a long story,” she explains, waving a hand. “To make it, like, short we’re not really married anymore. It’s, like, an act for Zeus. He thinks he’s, like, the best matchmaker or whatever,” She rolls her eyes a bit but smiles, walking into her house. “Enough though, everyone is on their way and we need to pack!”

Lucky doesn’t get a chance to ask another question before Jamie pulls her to the room. Through the whole afternoon, Jamie didn’t crack once like Lucky had hoped. It looked like it really would be a surprise.

*

Lucy is the first to arrive. Her bags obviously packed hastily and shoved into the back of her Volkswagen, as she adds in Lucky’s and Jamie’s. A pair of oversized sunglasses cover Lucy’s eyes, and a two sizes too big shirt that said ‘It’s Five O’Clock Somewhere’ with a pair of cocktail glasses below hung on her slender body.

“Operation Oracle Birthday Surprise Bash is GO!” Lucy declares loudly, shutting the trunk doors. 

Jamie cheers, bouncing excitedly, clapping her hands. The skirt of her pink sundress waving with each motion she makes.“And I didn’t, like, ruin the surprise!”

“Proud of you, babe” Lucy nods, finger gunning towards the blonde. “Now we just need everyone else to show up so we can head out,” 

Lucky tugs on the hem of the shorts of her sunflower print romper, pulling down her own sunglasses over her eyes. The same ones Lucas had lent her from before. “So who is all comin’?” She asks, looking to the two goddesses.

“Uh, Lucas, Isaac, Rylee,” Lucy lists off, she turns to Jamie. “Bee?” She asks her. Jamie perks up, nodding. “Bee, maybe Craig, and Clyde,” Lucy wraps up. Lucky pauses at Clyde’s name and feels her face warm, even with the sun hidden in the slightly overcast sky.

A loud and rhythmic beeeeeeeeep beep beep beeeeeeeeeeeep of a car horn echoes in the air and Lucas’s yellow Camaro screeches to a halt before them. The window rolls down to reveal Lucas’s grinning face, and another young man with dark hair, only instead of sunglasses, he wore a thick pair of eyeglasses, and did not copy Lucas’s happy expression. 

“Bout time,” Lucy says, leaning against the Camaro.  She waves Lucky over, and motions quickly to the second passenger in the car. “Charms, come meet Isaac, otherwise known as Artemis.” 

Lucky blinks and leans down a bit, peering to Isaac. He nods his head to her in a quiet greeting. He was someone Lucky could picture on the cover of a prestigious science magazine, not the goddess, uh, god of the hunt.

“Don’t mind him,” Lucas says, rolling his shoulders, leaning back against the seat. “He’s pissy I dragged him into this, but he needs to get out once in a while,” He finishes more pointedly, his eyes on his twin. 

“Lucas, the more you speak, the more stupidity plagues us,” Isaac retorts shortly, his face is easy and his eyes barely narrow into a glare anyone would’ve expected. Lucas instead is the one to scowl and glare.

“They’re a riot,” Lucy chuckles, jabbing a thumb at them. Glancing over, Lucy’s eyes light up at the sight of two figures walking over. “Craig, Clyde!” She calls, waving to them. Lucky turns her head, and feels her heart jump into a flutter at the sight of Clyde. Dressed as casually as everyone else, an oversized gym bag slung over his shoulder. The few buttons of his shirt left undone, showing off his strong chest and-

Lucky squeaks when Lucy drags her over. “Charms, this is Craig. You might know him better as Morpheus,” she introduces. Lucky looks to the dark haired young man next to Clyde, who gives her a passive glance over, his periwinkle colored eyes narrow slightly. He was tall, and appeared to be fit, which was surprising for the deity of sleep.

“This is Tyche?” Craig asks no one in particular. “I remember her being taller.” He shrugs. 

Clyde shakes his head. “Dude, you can’t even remember what you ate for breakfast,” He counters. Craig silently lifts his hand and holds his middle finger into clear view in front of Clyde’s face.

“Settle down,” Lucy drawls, rolling her eyes. “We’re still missing two people,” She points out, looking around. “Jamie, where’s-”

A loud rumble shakes the air, and the ground. With a blinding flash of light, the tall figure of a woman stands before them. She stood at the height Jamie and Lucy stood at in their half godly forms. Next to her, a more human sized figure stood by her boredly. But Lucky couldn’t tear her eyes away from the woman clad in silver armor, a red cape billowing around her, a long spear gripped tightly in her hand. A sharp looking helmet rests atop her head. From the shadow of her helmet, golden eyes stare down at them with an intimidating gaze.

“Bee!” Jamie calls excitedly. “Don’t, like, scare Lucky. C’mon we, like, gotta go!” She says, tapping her wrist. 

“Hmf.” The woman’s voice rumbles. There’s another flash of light, and ‘Bee’ was normal sized, perhaps only an inch or two taller than Lucky. Gone was her armor, replaced now by everyday looking clothes; jean shorts, and dark t-shirt with boots. Her blonde hair is cut short and her spear now appeared to be a cane, with a point at the bottom, and still deadly-looking. Jamie flounces over, wrapping her arms around her pressing a long kiss to her cheek. The shorter woman finally smiles.

“That’s Bee, also known as Athena,” Lucy leans down slightly, whispering by Lucky’s ear. “The sleepy looking doll with her is Rylee, or Hypnos as mortals like to call her.” She stands straight, grinning at the stunned look that covers Lucky’s face as she takes in the two new goddesses.  

“Athena…” Lucky starts in a soft mumble, and her mental gears go into work. “Jamie, is always textin’ someone named A on her phone,” She tilts her head when Jamie nuzzles her nose lovingly to Bee’s and finally the realization bell dings loudly.  “OH.” Lucky gasps, nodding. “Wait-”

“Long story,” Lucy cuts off, waving a hand. “Jamie will explain sooner or later.” She says, bumping her hip to Lucky towards the Volkswagen. “Everyone pick your ride, let's get going!” She calls out. 

“Jamie sure has a lotta explainin’ t’do…” Lucky sighs. “So um, hey y’all where are we goin’?” She asks hopefully, climbing into the Volkswagen. 

“Nice try,” Lucy and Jamie chime together.

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Author’s Note: My peeps with prostates – GET THAT SHIT CHECKED!

For @anybodihearme and No Shave November....

Hair RaisEdd

Kevin trudged through Jimmy’s kitchen and then practically threw himself into the seat in the middle of the floor.

“What’s it going to be?” The blond asked as he pulled Kevin’s ever present snapback off his head and handed it to him before flipping out the smock that would keep the redhead’s clothes free from auburn clippings.

“The usual and do you think you can line me up?” Kevin asked sheepishly as he removed his scarf and Jimmy gasped.

“Well, hello there, Stud,” the blond giggled and Kevin’s cheeks and hair started to match.

“C’mon, Jimmy,” the ginger whined and Jimmy whipped the smock around him with a flourish.

“You got it.”

Twenty minutes later, the smock was covered in auburn and black hair, but Kevin felt like he looked okay.

Not like his dad, but like he was trying too hard to look grown up, either.

So maybe he could get a date this weekend and not look like a total douchebag skeeveball doing it.

“You’re gonna knock ‘em dead, Dude,” Jimmy snickered when Kevin handed him the mirror back and stood up to dig out his wallet.  “Hey, Edd!”

Kevin turned around as Edd shut the door and while Edd knew it was rude to stare, he couldn’t help himself.

Or the force of habit that made him tug his beanie off his head as soon as he walked into Jimmy’s home barber shop.

Wild ebony curls flopped out from under the hat, white streaks crowding around the crown of his head making him look a bit like a mad scientist, or angel, Kevin couldn’t decide.

But the genius was floored that the black beard Kevin had apparently been hiding all Halloween weekend was on his face at all as his face was generally hairless any other time he had ever seen him.

“That’ll be $20, Kev,” Jimmy said as he wiggled his fingers at the stunned ginger, breaking the shock and awe going down in his kitchen. “And not a word of this to anyone, understand?” He continued as he pocketed the money with one hand and pointed at a sheepish Edd with the other.

When Kevin started to protest, Jimmy gave him a silencing glare and the redhead nodded before hurrying out the house, clapping Edd on the shoulder, tossing a small, “But it looks good, though,” over his own as the backdoor slammed behind him.

“Knock ‘em dead, Kev!” Jimmy called after him with a laugh and Kevin’s groan resounded all over the backyard, which made one of Rolf’s chickens squawk in annoyance at all the noise.

Edd let out a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding when the door slammed closed and Jimmy giggled.

“He won’t tell,” the blond said firmly as he flipped all of Kevin’s hair off the smock and Edd took off his coat, putting his beanie in a sleeve.

“I know.”

“You boys behave!” Mrs Vincent said as she slipped into the Über, Edd’s father sizing up the redhead standing next to his son before his wife hissed at him to get in the car.

“Goodbye! Call me when you land!” Edd called after them with a few enthusiastic hand waves goodbye as the car pulled away and Mrs Vincent blew kisses as Mr Vincent glared at Kevin.

“Can we go inside now!?” Kevin whined once the ride sharing service car pulled out of the cul-de-sac. “My face is cold.”

“His face is cold,” Edd mocked as he jammed his key in the front door’s lock and stormed inside. “YOUR FACE IS COLD?!” He screamed as Kevin slammed the door behind him and started to toe off his shoes.

“JIMMY’S SEEN YOUR HAIR!” Kevin retorted and both of Edd’s shoes hit him in his shins as the ravenette stormed into the kitchen.

Kevin found him pacing between the sink and the stove, hands in front of his face in thoughtful contemplation, but his blue eyes were still in a same state of shock as they were the day before when they ran into each other at Jimmy’s.

The same shock they’ve been in all night since Kevin stopped by to hang out and had dinner with Edd and his parents before heading to the arcade to hang out some more, grab some ice cream, and then head back to Edd’s just as his parents left for another quick business trip.

“What?!” Kevin said accusingly and Edd exploded.

“What?! What do you mean, ‘what?!’” He seethed. “Where in the world did all that hair on your face come from?!”

“The same place as the hair on your head!” Kevin snarked back and Edd screamed in exasperation. “Don’t you dare, Double Dork!” Kevin fumed. “How come Jimmy can see your hair but I can’t?!”

Edd looked into hurt green eyes and knew that while he may have been wrong to keep his secret from Kevin for so long, he still needed to get his hair cut and Jimmy wasn’t gonna brag about it.

“Because you can’t keep your mouth shut!”

“Can, too!”

“You all but told my parents we’ve had sex! You don’t do that!”

“Well we can’t have sex when I can’t get my damn boyfriend out of his damn hat or pants for that matter,” Kevin pouted as he eyeballed the beanie on Edd’s head.

Edd stared at him in sheer speechlessness for a few moments before whispering, “Your boyfriend?”

Kevin kicked off the kitchen island he was leaning on and walked over to the stunned teen in the middle of the kitchen.

“Only if you want to be, Edd.”

Mutual crushes became obvious after they hung out all night chatting and catching up after spending most of their summer away from home with academic camps and a family vacation on Edd’s part and sports camps and a family reunion on Kevin’s at Nazz’s Back To School party Labor Day weekend.

They went to the homecoming dance as friends, as the other Eds got dates, Nazz went with Johnny, and Marie was skipping the event in feminist protest, but most were sure that it was because Edd wouldn’t take her. When Kevin took Edd out to his favorite pho place for his birthday, Edd’s mother was falling all over herself fawning over their blossoming bromance and his father started to stare the redhead down every chance he got.

When they came back from the ice cream parlor, they were holding hands, and Mrs Vincent was beside herself.

Edd was sure that his father would want to have a chat with him Wednesday evening when they got back home, but his buzzing phone on the counter let him know that nearly everyone that saw them out tonight was wondering what Kevin was wondering rightthissecond.

He slid his beanie off his head and scared blue eyes, full of fear of rejection, looked up into awed green, and a heavy hand twisted itself into silky curls as it tugged their owner in for a kiss.

Edd whined a bit at the scruff of Kevin’s mustache on his upper lip, but the apologetic smooch he got more than made up for the small scratch.

“Is that a yes?”

Blue eyes twinkled as Edd nodded and the next kiss was deeper, the scruff of Kevin’s beard on his chin tickled a bit and he squeaked so Kevin pulled away.

“You okay?”

Edd sighed as he took his face in his hands and said, “This is gonna take some getting used to,” as his thumbs rubbed at the trail of black hair on Kevin’s jaw.

“You’ve got a month,” Kevin shrugged.

“Then let’s get started,” Edd smirked as he drew him in for another kiss, but his hands fell away from his face as Kevin’s tongue teased the gap in his teeth and he moaned.

“Yes, let’s,” Kevin growled as he pulled away and then started to pull Edd to his room.

They fell onto the bed, hands everywhere, the scruff of Kevin’s beard on Edd’s neck driving him insane.

He shoved the redhead’s hands down his pants, moaning for more and begging for relief all at the same time.

Kevin hated that the hair on his face came in a completely different color than the hair on his head and started shaving as soon as the first few dark hairs sprouted towards the end of eighth grade.

They were juniors now, and between his Granddad’s prostate cancer and Nazz’s fussing, he finally decided to grow out a beard for No Shave November.

Begging off of Nazz’s Halloween party with an excuse of homework and finishing up his extension on his art midterm, and thankful that Edd’s parents were in town to distract him from his self-imposed absence, he didn’t put a razor to his face for a full 32 hours.

With his head in a helmet for the game on Friday, everyone wound up in Halloween celebrations on Saturday, he woke up Sunday morning looking just like his father.

But it was all scraggly and messy and he knew he needed help.

Jimmy was clutch, for sure, and even his mom said he looked like young man and not her big baby.

He just didn’t expect Edd to react the way he did, but he liked the smol smarty pants reaction.

He liked it a lot.

Every kiss had a sound coming out of Edd that’s just making him want to do more, but only as far as Edd will let him.

And Edd was hitting the throttle like he’d pump his Harley through the hills that surrounded their small town.

But once he got Edd out of his pants, he stopped.

“Whaaaaaat?!” Edd whined, fully turned on, half naked with only his tank top and socks on as Kevin stared at his crotch.

“Oh. My. Gawd.”

Edd looked down to see what Kevin was staring at and he squeaked when he figured it out and went to cover himself, but Kevin’s hands were faster and locked his long arms above his head.

“Hooooooow?!” He drawled in shocked lust, a silly, slightly mischievous grin on his face, his eyes sparkling with sheer delight.

“I don’t know! Genetics?!” Edd squeaked shyly and Kevin wanted to get all up in his damn gene pool as he looked back down at the mound of red hair between Edd’s legs that ain’t his!

“What the hell kind of genetics is that?!” Kevin said as he released his arms to use both of his hands to point at the joy of Ireland that shows all of Edd’s manhood.

“I could ask you the same damn question!” Edd retorted as he grabbed Kevin’s face, thumbs firmly pinching black haired cheeks.

“My mom’s from Wales.”

“The French have a few redheads, too,” Edd sighed. “I mean, Europe as a whole has a bunch of them running around so it goes to reason that the gene pool will produce a few anomalies.”

“This is not an anomaly,” Kevin said huskily as he took Edd’s cock in his hand and the smaller male arched his back on a moan. “This is fucking amazing.”

A kiss to each nipple made him giggle, tiny bites to his side had him squirming, and Edd knew he wasn’t behaving and didn’t care when Kevin took all of who he was into the back of his throat and hummed.

His nose buried deep in Zestfully clean auburn curls made him well up a bit because he couldn’t believe he was finally getting to touch the boy he couldn’t get off his mind.

Said boy couldn’t keep his hands off his face and Kevin’s ego was getting stroked.

Soft hands smoothed back the hair on his beard a bit before gripping his jaw to get him to suck him down harder. When he did so, a bit of pre-cum came out and Kevin had to pull off of him because he knew he’d get him to cum but he wasn’t ready for that just yet.

“Why?!” Edd sobbed as he kissed the mound of red hair that was making him feel a bit like a bull in a china shop.

“B-Because,” Kevin stuttered, suddenly realizing that he didn’t know if Edd was truly ready to go all the way just yet.

“Well, if you’re not going to finish me off then kill me because I’m going to die!” Edd cried, tears coming down his cheeks like rain, hurt in his blue eyes.

“You’re not going to die,” Kevin smiled as pulled him into a cuddle. “I just…”

“Oh. You’re not ready, yet?” Edd asked softly.

“Oh, I’m plenty ready,” Kevin said reassuringly. “I was just wondering –“

He was cut off by Edd rolling him over onto his back and then sitting on his stomach, ass rubbing softly, teasingly against his cock.

“I’m ready when you are.”

And Irish eyes smiled.

It wasn’t anything they hadn’t done before, at least not to each other. Just themselves in curious exploration, then needed hormonal relief.

Where Kevin would need a gentler touch, Edd liked it rougher.

Kisses on his neck turned him on and made him open himself a bit more to the redhead, which made it easier to accept the dick he spent way too much time thinking about in the one place no one but him would ever touch.

A condom provided protection from the semen induced mess and eased Edd’s germ filled mind, and a bit more slickness to the task at hand as the lubed up touches got harder and kisses got rougher, a few leaving burning marks in their wake.

When Edd finally got through the haze the pain of sex had sent him into, he looked up to the man hovering above him, the strain in his arms showing with throbbing veins and his face went hot from all his staring.

“You okay?”

“Move.”

A slightly relieved moan turned into a shrill cry as Kevin’s hips moved out slowly only to snap back in.

“I’m s-sorry.”

“I-It’s okay. J-Just go slow. Please.”

Edd clung to him as he did his best to move as slow as possible moving his face to expose his neck and silently ask for more of those stupid delicious neck kisses.

He shifted his shaking legs a bit to relax them from the strain of being held open so wide, and it made Kevin hit his prostate.

Hard.

He was sure he’d never screamed like that in his life, but he was also sure he’d never felt anything like that ever before, either.

And he needed it to happen again.

NOW.

“A-Again.”

Kevin growled before biting his collarbone as he gave another hard thrust and Edd’s perfectly manicured nails left their mark across his back as he arched his back and screamed again.

“D-Don’t you d-dare stop.”

“Never.”

A heavy hand twisted into his hair and pulled while the other held his knee into his chest. He wrapped his free leg around the redhead’s hips and they kissed sloppily while Kevin railed him as fast and as hard as he could.

When Kevin felt the grip on his shoulders loosen and one of Edd’s hands crawl into the space between them he pulled back a bit to see what the other was up to.

“I don’t think so,” he huffed as batted Edd’s hand away from himself and the ravenette fell back into the bed on a choked sob that turned into a moan as Kevin gripped him and tried to keep his hand and hips moving at the same time.

He failed, but Edd didn’t care.

An opened mouth kiss to the sensitive spot behind his right ear had him shaking, but it was the tiny kiss to the underside of his jaw that made his overstimulated body cum, screaming the redhead’s name into the ceiling so shrilly, if he didn’t have a look of sheer bliss on his face, Kevin was sure he’d hurt him.

But Edd squishing his face into his neck did kinda hurt, especially since he couldn’t breathe and he had to wiggle away, leaving tiny kisses and beard scratches behind as he did so and Edd hummed as he melted into the bed.

In the afterglow, Edd guided him through all their usual kisses that first began after Edd’s birthday, but today seemed just a bit more sweeter, even with the hair on Kevin’s face making things different.

“Just a month?” Edd asked as they sat on the floor of his shower, the hot water easing the crick in his back as he leaned into Kevin’s chest.

“Us?” Kevin asked frantically as he sat up from leaning in the back of the tub and Edd cracked a smirk at the pout on his silly, grown up face.

“No, this,” he said as he pointed to Kevin’s beard.

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” Edd giggled. “I’m not breaking up with you in a month, that’s just silly.”

“Yeah, yeah, ya dork,” Kevin muttered. “I guess I can keep it, if ya like it…”

“I do,” Edd said with a thoughtful look in his eyes. “But, it’s your face.”

“Let’s give it a month,” Kevin shrugged as he pulled him close again.

Ten years later, they got married in November.

Jimmy lined up Kevin’s beard for the event and toasted to them and the continuation of the longest No Shave November ever.

[furederiko]

The 2nd episode of Kyuranger paves way for an intriguing Duo of Thieves!

- Our episode opens with "The Space Shogunate, Jark Matter has designated the insurgent force Rebellion's Kyurangers..." Wow. Looks like the Shogunate is controlling the media as well, because the news comes up really quick. LOL at that bounty photos. Even Lucky is showing a "For real?" expression on his headshot. Hahaha. - As hinted last week, we get to see two more core characters of this show. Namely, the golden-colored robot(?) Balance (VA: Yuuki Ono, whose image song as Wen Yang in "Dynasty Warriors" series is to-die-for), and the silver-haired humanoid Naga Rei (Taiki Yamazaki) whose name might be derived from 'Nagareboshi' that means 'Shooting Star' in Japanese. Gold and Silver? Yep, that's a bit on-the-nose, eh? Both of them are already introduced in the opening, so not really a surprise. This duo is located in an industrial planet called Planet Jigama, and are inhibiting contrasting personalities. Hmmm... - Hooo... interesting! Raptor is briefing Lucky and Garu about the Jark Matter's... pyramid organizational structure! We actually always had this in past titles, but I think this is the first time it's been charted so... neatly. Above the cannon fodd... er I mean Combatants, there are Malisters (Daikaan in Japanese) who are essentially the MotWs. In higher rank, there are Menasters (Karo) who represents the 88 constellation systems (That's A LOT). And on top is Don Armage himself as the Shogun. I think the more important part would be that top-left part, the "Lecture by Raptor 283", because she IS acting like a lecturer. A strict one at that. I told you last week that her personality would clash with Hammy's, and well... it's happening already. LOL. We need more of this internal conflicts! By the way, Over-Time has changed Dorado Yellow's naming from Sparda into Spada (as well as Planet Jagama into Jigama, and Malicestrate into Menasters), which might be more appropriate. So I'll be following suit in my reviews. - Updated opening sequence! Lucky and Garu are in it now. Judging from the preview and the pattern so far, we're going to get the complete (9 Kyurangers) version come episode 5! Hey, I just noticed the sequence actually includes scenes from this episode too. Hope this trend continues. Oh, and yeah, the Lacerta Kyu Globe (Tokage/Lizard) has also debuted in this episode! During the CM that is (Kyuranger Choco!!!)... LOL. - Dumb Lucky is trusting people TOO easily. I'm considering to call him Dumb-Luck from now on. In case you're wondering why Balance and Naga call themselves as BN Thieves, that's simply their initials put together. All those colored-skinned aliens reminds me of "Guardians of the Galaxy", but this diner scene also easily reminds me of Star Wars' Mos Eisley. Does this mean the BN Thieves are nods to Han Solo (or should I say, Duo)? I used to think that way last week, in that Naga might be serving as a Han-esque figure, while Balance as his Chewbacca. But it seems I might have been inaccurate. In fact, Naga's lack of emotion might be a nod to a particular Marvel's movie character instead: Drax the Destroyer! Then again, he also has that lack of social knowledge, that makes him feels like... a robot? A clone? Okay, hold that thought. Turns out everyone in his silver-haired planet also LOOKS the same. Creepy. Like, "Children of the Corn"-level creepy. By the way, Naga's actor looks so MUCH better without that silver wig. It's amazing the effect of make up to people, right? - Dumb-Luck is also very naive, isn't he? Or perhaps, too... optimistic? But that's why I can't hate him, because he's basically acting like a little brat. Speaking of personality, Balance is VERY lively. And he's sleazy too. I LOVE HIM already LOL. He reminds me of Hondo Ohnaka from "Star Wars REBELS". The fansub might not reflect it, but he has a habit of spouting slang and/or making wordplay in his speech. Like that line "Nice to meetcha!"? In Japanese he actually uses the word 'Shiku-yoro' instead of the spelling-correct 'Yoroshiku'. Perhaps, this is his character's signature style? He makes a fun pair with Naga though. One half who doesn't know how to express emotions (and longs to obtain ones), the other is expressing a little too much (without caring for other's emotions). There's a hint that Balance is just using Naga though, so I can't help but wonder how the two of them get together in the first place? Hmmm... - We have a big cast, and that's a fact. Which is probably why, the transformation and stylish roll calls are incorporated in the battle. I like this approach. Of course, this goes for the Kyurangers who are not taking the spotlight. In this case, it's the other Kyurangers beside Lucky, who plot-wise, are put to the side. That's both the advantage and disadvantage of having a big cast. - Our MotW is Malistrate Gammetsui, who seems to be based on... a turtle? Salamander? He's the boss of Jigama, and he's interested about the Kyuranger's 50 million bounty. But the team is divided into two, so which one will he target? Lucky for him, it's Dumb-Luck's team. What about the other team? Eridron (who shoots arrows, obviously, since he's from Sagittarius) himself deals with Spada and the rest. This is just episode 2, but already a Menaster is on the front line? And forcing our heroes to run for their life? NICE. After all, it's 9 Kyurangers against... the galaxy *sigh*. - Great Gawd, Dumb-Luck triggers the alarm on purpose, and calls it LUCK *smh*. He sees the good in everything, doesn't he? Holy twist, Balance actually SELLS OUT Lucky to Gammetsui. That's 'GOI-SU'!! (FYI, 'Sugoi' means 'Awesome', but you've probably known that already). All for the sake of the blue-colored treasure he's trying to steal. Technically, he's acting like the episode's 2nd MotW, much to Naga's dismay. Hence, the part where Naga chooses to be a 'friend' for Lucky and betrays him, gives Balance the shock of his life. Worse that that, Lucky actually believes that all these are merely Balance's plan? He IS that naive, eh? Wait till he knows the truth... - Which won't happen. LOL. Of course, Balance's conscience wins over him, thus he chooses to rescue Naga. It seems they are connected with a bond that's stronger than... wait a sec?! Why do they remind me of... C3PO and R2D2?!! OvO... Anyways, thanks to this rescue, we get to know who, or WHAT exactly Balance is. He's a machine organism who has the ability to control other machines. Basically, like the antagonists of "Chouriki Sentai Ohranger". Hmm... it'd be great if he is from one, right? Because that would make both series canon. Naga on the other hand, has the ability to freeze enemies just by glaring at them with his glowing green eyes. A neat nod to Greek Myth's Medusa, perhaps? - Balance wants to team up with Lucky to get loots, and also emotions for Naga. So definitely NOT in this to play a hero. He blatantly says this goal outloud, and Lucky's okay with it! I think it's good that these 2 new members have their own 'selfish' goals to be part of the Rebellion. In fact, we need more heroes who function in grey-areas like these. And nothing's wrong with that, because hey, they have awaken their Libra and Ophiucus Kyu Globes JUST because of that. Random trivia: in the recent 13 Zodiacs concept, Ophiucus is also a horoscope sign just like Libra. It's closely aligned after Scorpio, which will have a representation in this show very soon. - Yep, Balance and Naga are the focus characters, so they have the rights for a full transformation and roll call sequence. #4 The Trick-Star Libra Gold and #6 The Silent Star Ophiucus Silver make their debut! Before you complain that Leo Red is tagging along, do remember one thing for the sake of being fair: he hasn't had the chance to do these properly last week! XD. And yes, though many might be annoyed with it, I'm loving Libra Gold's dandy atttitude and attention-seeker poses too. It makes him stands out and... unique. At least audience would be worried that Naga might be in some bad company! Hahaha. Also... LOL at that not-so-subtle Kyu the Weapon's sales promotion. But never mind that, because the cool group finisher "All-Star Crash" is genuinely cool. - First 'earth'-based mecha battle and also first shot of the enlargement method for the show's MotW. Looks like all Jark Matters have the ability to do this, with the help of that weird Empire's symbol. I'm liking how Libra Voyager and Ophiucus Voyager have two forms, the spaceship one and humanoid. And the way the two practically kicks Chamaeleon Green and Dorado Yellow out of Kyuren-Oh? LOL to that. They even have their own finisher, the yo-yo slam "Kyuren-Oh! Trick Break! Super Galaxy". Due to the limb-changing concept, looks like TOEI can't rely on stock footage for the mecha's transformation and final moves this season. I hope this means we'll be getting a variety of new combination every week. - Since they have officially joined the team, Naga wears the Rebellion's uniform, while Balance? He gets a new paint-job. The best part of this closing scene, is already we're seeing personality clashes. The easy friction between Hammy's manner of speech with Balance, or how Balance and Spada seems to be on the same 'dandy' page. Whoops, that's not the closing scene. We get a quick glimpse of the next Kyuranger. This mysterious man (seriously? XD) has an Orange Kyu Globe, but his pendulum looks like a Kyu Globe too, and it's colored... Blue? Hmmm... intriguing! - Ending sequence is obviously updated as well. The BN Thieves are now included, and put center stage. It looks even crowded now, and we still have two more! At least the dance is fun, right?

Overall: This episode introduced two more characters, and more importantly two more different types of personalities. It's going to be interesting to see how they interact with the previous six members (including Raptor). The dynamic of Balance and Naga Rei was more than just intriguing or fun to watch, it evoked questions and mysteries as well. These are great potentials that are prime to be explored in future episodes, and I sincerely hope that will indeed be the case. After all, opportunities to dish out and develop every characters are just too good to ignore. On a side note, we're only in episode 2, and we already have seven Kyurangers. Do you think the plot is moving too fast? I mean, they could've simply made the BN Thieves intro into a 2-parter, right? If the show gathers all its core heroes in just 5 episodes, I wonder how the story will play out in the episodes that follow? Hmmm... Next week: Meet the Dragon Commander! Also, beware the sting of... Dopplegangers?

Episode 02 Score: 8 out of 10

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[nicegunz]

Maybe its just me!

Maybe it’s just me! Time and time again I have been reminded of how quiet I am.  When this happens I then start to get a break level in confidence. A lot of the people who say this to me says it in a derogative disapproving way. I even used to be called mute in high school. But that’s a whole different story. However, nowadays I rarely unless I am having a H-E- double hockey sticks of a day will you see me with as I like to call it “the stank face” or “the resting bitch face”. There was once a time where I did carry that persona to an extent. It was a necessary coping mechanism for me. I would sometime challenge myself and actually go ways out to prove to people that I was not a mute or anti-social. In the end it was just too much to keep up with and I was not being myself. It sometimes brought in more unwanted baggage and drama negatively into my life. But now, I rather be the quite person that I originally am. And I am ok with that. I know who I am. Now when people say you’re so quiet I simply say. I talk when I feel like it. Some people make up in their mind Oh she must think she is all that. (OMG if I had a dollar for that phrase.) I have grown now to understand these people are inflicting their own insecurities on me. And because I am one to wear my heart on my sleeve it’s easy for me to attract such strong negative projections. Some people are not offended by me being my normal quiet self and actually take the time to get to know me instead of judging. As I become the woman I am and encounter more people in my life I learn a lot in the presence of my quietness. I do not JUDGE!!! Now let me be clear we as individuals do have first impressions that may lead to an image of a person yet the saying goes do not judge a book by its cover. How can you say so much negative things about someone you have yet to interact significantly with? Save the drama for your mama or your therapist even lol! But, anyone who actually knows me and has gotten to spend quality time whether it be a new associate family member or friend can tell you I am an overall good person. That’s all I intend to be and it just keeps getting better.

I challenge all of you when alone, to admit your faults (“don’t tell nobody but GAWD”- The Color Purple lol), admit your shortcomings and bad characteristics look at them head on and say you don’t own me…I own you!  Practice keeping your negativity in check.  If you are not GOD I don’t care who you are or what you do, trust and believe there will always be that somebody better in some way shape or form! I have had and will still experience to some degree feelings of hate, low self-esteem, depression, anxiety, rage, resentment, hell and don’t we all just love that green eyed monster jealousy.  Let’s talk about it. Jealousy I love this topic because I’m sure we all have exercised this strong feeling whether it be from you or imposed upon you by some hater, sometimes from your own family and friends. But let’s really take a look and dissect this feeling. For me it all boils down to who is better than who? We should all be a work in progress. Unfortunately not everyone is or looks at it that way. There comes a time when while you move up in maturity and your surroundings that you start losing people you want to take to higher levels with you. As bad as you would want them to change or be on board with you, you can’t. Be secure with you and happy for your own being that you leave jealousy where you found it, don’t take it with you. Wouldn’t it be so great to grasp this concept without having your ego torn apart? Egos are not a bad thing, they protect us. No matter how big or small, shallow egos fall easily, strong ego stand the duration of time. I mean even the greatest experience these feelings and had to overcome them. Jealousy to me manifest in that place where there is a lack there of. I really could go on but will come to a conclusion with a quote. If you continuously compete with others, you become bitter, but if you continuously compete with yourself, you become better.

[arieltaylorpatterson]

A Scathing Review of: Seat 13A, JetBlue flight 646 JFK --> LAX

A Scathing Review of: row 13, JetBlue flight 646 JFK —- > LAX

It begins, like all classic tales do, with a woman. And what a woman she is.

We’ll call her Joan. 13A seems dreadfully impersonal (‘life ruiner’ does too).

I would like to pause here and say while this woman strikes me as a Joan, it is not because she has ANYTHING in common with the Joan I know, thank heavens. Love you Grandma!

’Joan’ in 13A has “had it”. In fairness, we’ve been sitting on the runway for 45 minutes. No progress made after the initial pullback, no status updates. No crackly loudspeaker mention of the obvious delay, followed by vague promises of time ‘being made up in the air’. Joan sighs with exasperation. Her lung capacity impresses me. She sighs again.

“I have HAD it. I am NOT HAPPY.”

I feel bad for Joan. Clearly she lacks The Gift.

(The Gift, for all of you living your lives in the dark, is the innate ability to fall asleep anywhere, at any time, with exceptional speed and commitment.)

I do not lack The Gift. I have The Gift in spades. I have The Gift so hard I fell asleep placing my stylish and slightly impractical ivory suitcase in the overhead compartment. Related - - I do not recommend white luggage. More later.

Back to Joan — I think I’ve mentioned she’s had it? I realize quickly I have slept through several of her proclamations. She turns to her husband.

“Hello. Do you hear me? I have HAD it.”

Don (he seems Don-esque) in 13C seems like a nice enough guy. He’s got a hearing aid and slicked back gray hair with a very high hairline. His eyebrow hairs are very long and he wears a fleece pullover. He seems practical. From what I can see of his jawline, he looks kind. I bet he used to be super into camping.

Blearily, I look out the window. We are on the ground. I look at Chris, my wonderful, handsome boyfriend.  His eyes are glued shut. He is either asleep or hiding from me.

“I’ve HAD it. Nuh-uh. No sir. This is just absurd.”

Don with the hearing aid nods vigorously. I cannot yet tell if this is his chosen method of wife-pacification or if he hasn’t the foggiest what she’s saying.

At this point, they begin discussing the pitfalls of travel. I say they but really, it’s all Joan. Good old Joan. Joan has “REALLY had it now.” and also doesn’t understand why they “go on all of these godfuuhhsaken trips.”

This leads me to the vocal quality of Joan. She’s got one of those voices. To describe it as piercing would be perhaps giving it too much credit. It is not a clear, bell-like tone. It does not cut  or slice so much as cheese grate. (Or maybe spiralize if you’ve spent too much time on Pinterest and are trying to avoid the dairy farts I don’t know I’ve heard that’s a thing no first hand knowledge or anything I love dairy so does my GI tract)

Joan has really had it. In fact, she announces this again. She’s had it and, to be honest, finds this whole thing absurd. Not a mention of a delay? I mean really.

She is over 60, with big plastic sunglasses on. It’s bright. I get it. She wears lots of jewelry, the kind that sparkles and bangs into each other on different parts on her body. Her perfume is strong. I have a little bit of a headache — wonderful foreshadowing for the next six hours.

Speaking of, our plane takes off. It is eerily quiet; save for Joan’s dulcet tones.

“Well thank fuuuhhcking gawd”.

This makes me giggle. I’m with you girl. Maybe I’ve read her wrong. Maybe we’ll have a great repartee. Maybe I’ll be so inspired by our relationship I’ll write a sitcom about it. The future is bright, chickens.

Trouble begins again when our plane hits a little turbulence as we climb.

“I hate this.”

Joan, angel, me too.

I glance at my boyfriend again. His eyes are no longer glued shut but he is maybe still hiding from me.

A handsome, slightly bored looking flight attendant makes his way down the aisle. Joan, my benevolent queen, announces to the plane at large that she “NEEDS A VODKA.”

I am amused. The flight attendant is amused. We’re going to have a great time. He asks her if she’s like anything with it.

“ICE.”

Don, bless him, orders one as well.

The flight attendant returns shortly and hands them two mini bottles of Tito’s. It is at this moment I notice Joan still has her sunglasses on. Her stock falls, slightly.

“Dammit. I can’t open this. I can’t open this. HELLO CAN SOMEONE HELP ME OPEN THIS.”

The handsome/bored flight attendant reappears. He quips something fun about ‘if you can’t open it you can’t drink it’. I laugh. Don laughs. Joan does not laugh.

The first vodka is poured. The first vodka quickly disappears. Joan wants another.

“I want anothuhh vodka.”

Don, the sweet thing, hears her. But, alas, doesn’t move quickly enough. As he struggles to reach the service button overhead, Joan takes matters into her own hands.

“HELLO I NEED ANOTHER VODKAAAA”

The plane at large is now painfully aware of Joan’s drink order. A second bottle of Tito’s materializes quickly. She knocks that one back too. It is at this point she seems to settle into her movie of choice (Sisterhood of The Traveling Pants; a classic. She kind of seems like a Tibby. But maybe a Carmen? Who knows.)

I find JetBlue to be a fabulous airline. I have free wifi, a plethora of snacks, and Manchester By The Sea, the ultimate plane-movie. There is, however, one large shortcoming. On JetBlue planes, the controller to your personal screen is built into the armrests — right where your elbows rest when you’re sitting like a normal human person. I have turned off my television several times. I have nearly blown out the eardrums of my unsuspecting neighbors by inadvertently leaning on their volume control. It’s not great.

Poor Joan. Joan never stood a chance. She reclines, hitting her remote control with her elbow. The screen goes black. Joan gasps, hollers, and then being frantically poking the screen. After several harrowing moments of dark, her screen alights. We have Sisterhood! Tragically, in her frantic poking, she hit the fast forward button. She doesn’t recognize the scene. Carmen’s in some kind of a horrible dress? I would call the color dusty rose, but that’s just me.

Joan gasps again. She screams. Then, she slaps the screen in front of her. Hard. Full palm. The seat bounces forward, and 12A is rudely awoken from a nice looking nap.

“I HATE THIS. I HATE IT. THIS IS THE WORST. We don’t need tuh live like this. I’m never doing this again. I don't care if we spend every penny we have. I’ll pawn the jewelry. I’ll PAWN IT AWWWLL.”

Joan has not embraced life in Coach yet, but she quickly screams for another vodka. Maybe #3 will lessen the stings of finding yourself an every(wo)man?

Hours pass, as do the Tito’s bottles. She has found inner peace, thanks to vodka #6 and the DIY network. She holler/grumbles now and then, comparing the experience to ‘hell itself’ and ‘a greyhound bus’.

“Alright, Susan. Stop aggravating everybody. You’re embarrassing me.”

Don has taken the bait at last. And, hold up, SUSAN??!

I drift away to sleep, turning Boyfriend Chris into Human Pillow Chris. As the tinkling sound of vodka hitting ice in a plastic cup lulls me to sleep, I ponder the worth of Joan/Susan’s jewelry and, indeed, life itself.

[krayns]

All :p

THANKS A! okay ill skip the ones M already asked me!

1. You woke up naked next to the last person you texted, what would you say? 

LOLOL, well it was the GC so I would say hey bitches wus good. ACTUALLY. I’D BE LIKE YALL CAN LOOK BUT CANT TOUCH CAUSE YALL BITCHES BE GETTING THE WRONG IDEA, and told yall bout a good million times Im just not interested. Pls take a hint.

2. What’s going on between you and the last person you kissed?

WELL. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, bc he was a lowlife scrub who I do not need in my life at all. Blocked & erased my history 

3. If your boyfriend or girlfriend was into drugs, would you care? 

UM…. yes bc I would care about my partner and would want the best for them……. so I wouldnt want them on drugs 24/7

4. Is your last name longer than six letters? 

OMG its exactly 6 letter BISH.

5. Was your last kiss drunk or sober? YA GIRL WAS DRUNNNNK IN LOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE 

6. Have you ever wanted to have someone but you messed it up?

OMG NO. Im never the one to mess it up SMH, im the one left to clean up the mess SMFH 

7. What does your last received text say? “Or nahhh” 

8. How many times have you kissed the last person you kissed? 

LMFAO what kind of question. YALL REALLY THINK I SIT THERE AND COUNT EVERYTIME I KISSED MY MAN LIKE LOL?????????  Lets just say I kissed him WAY too many times than he deserved. (V many times tho bc who doesn’t love a good smooch)

9. Where was your last kiss at? 

BRUH. my ex mans house OK NEXT 

10. When is the last time you saw your sister? 

well I have 2, and a few hours ago before they both went to sleep bc they youngins. 

11. What do you drink in the morning?

Ya girl likes her steaming hot cup of TEA in the morning. Gotta have my daily tea. 

12. Where did you sleep last night? 

My mans crib ;) why you care tho?

13. Do you think relationships are hard? LOL. They’re hard if you make em hard. And if you’re partner is stressin you then hell yeah. But I mean no relationship is perfect. Its all about working through those hard times and that honestly makes the relationship stronger. 

14. If you could go back and change something in the past 5 months, would you? 

YES. I would’ve left the trash ass ugly piece of garbage that treated me like shit and used the hell out of me, before I got super attached to him and let him walk all over me. DEFS wish I could’ve left his fuck boy ass long time ago, shouldn’t have let things lasted as long as they did.

15. You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, any problems?

LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOO. bruh. YOU ARE ASKING FOR A WORLD WAR 3. im crying could you imagine. OH he would be shook. That or he would have the best sex of his life lbr. 

16. Would you rather it be sunny or rainy?

Sunny when I gotta go out, Rainy when I’m inside/ at night. BC YA GIRL HATES GOING OUT IN THE RAIN. Womans are not tryna look like a wet cat. 

17. Do you know anyone with the same middle name as you? 

Actually yes quite a few, people I knew from school, also I think Selena Gomez? My middle name is kinda basic.

18. Are you wearing jeans,sweatpants,or pajama pants?

None of the above ;) 

19. Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 years from now?

PART OF ME: I REALLY HOPE SO bc ya girl a hopeless romantic 

OTHER PART OF ME: HONESTLY IDEK BC MANS ARE SO WHACK THESE DAYS, HARD TO FIND A QUALITY QT, and honestly im doing me these days like mans can wait BYE 

20. Does anyone like you?

Jesus! My boy JC. Dont know if anyone else likes me bc like I clearly can’t read minds so?

21. Have you ever kissed someone with a name that starts with an S?

Besides family, no one else is ringing a bell

22. Is the last person you kissed gay? 

Nope

23. Is there a person you CANNOT stand?

Currently: My EX, Alicia from AYTO (tv show) (snake ass bitch), 

24. Have you ever considered getting a tattoo?

Yessss many times. Like theres so many ideas I have. I would probs get one like on my side, back, lower waist, or behind my ear? Either something cute or something with meaning.

25. In the past week have you cried? 

Yes I think I had a moment the other day.

26. What breed was the last dog you saw? 

A cockerspaniel. 

27. Do you dry off in the shower or out of the shower?

Depends on my mood. I really like showers tho, preferably with my man 

28. Have you ever kissed a football player?

Not yet ;)

29. Do you think you’re old?

Honestly sometimes I feel old asf

30. Do you like text messaging? 

TBH not really. I prefer having that face to face, talking through text is too much miscommunication. 

31. What type of day are you having? 

A swell day, kinda was in my feels earlier but ya girl got it together. 

32. Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced?

YASSSS. I’ve wanted one for a while, but now I’m like do I want one that bad? It would be cute af THO

33. Do you prefer warm or cold weather?

WARM WARM WARM. No ones tryna freeze their ass off. Ya girls an Island baby 

34. Is there a person of the opposite sex who means a lot to you?

Jesus Christ. 

35. Would you prefer a relationship or a fling?

RELATIONSHIPS, FUCK FLINGS ARE JUST NOT FOR ME. I am not meant for that fling life 

36. Are you a simple or complicated person?

Im quite wild tbh when you get to know me

37. What song are you listening to? 

Currently: Straight Up & Down by Bruno Mars 

38. When you say you’re sorry do you mean it? 

Hellllll YEAH 

39. Is there a girl that knows everything or almost everything about you? 

Yes, I’d say my Moms, Ash, Rach or my sister Tia

40. What made you start liking the person you like now?

OK. WELL…………………………………… dont ask me bout this rn im confused. But I kinda also have feelings for my ex ex man who wasnt really my man but still he is literally like my ideal man and ive been seeing him a few times and im triggered UGH my first uni LOVE FML fuck he has me WEAK ASF

41. When did you last receive a text message? 

A second ago: so 1:55 AM 

42. What is wrong with you right now?

NOT A GAWD DAMN THING BISH. 

no but real talk school out here draining me. ALSO IM V CONFUSED BOUT STUFF. 

43. How well do you know the last female you texted?

YO thats my girl. RIDE OR DIE since 7th grade. I know her like the back of my hand and likewise for me. 

44. Does anyone disgust you? 

HAAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHHAHA, you already fucking know the answer. TRASH ASS EX MAN. Also fuck boys just disgust and erk my soul in general. 

45. Would you date someone right now if they asked?

Depends on who’s asking 😏 but hey if I like you, you cute, nice, funny, LOYAL, determined I mean I would probs say yes. ALONG WITH MY OTHER WANTS: smells good, good style, nice hair, kind, TALLLLLL, athletic, 

But hey I mean he don’t have to fit all these categories, im just being extra here 

46. Are you in a good mood right now? 

Currently Yes :D

47. Who was the last person you talked to in person?

My mom

48. What color shirt are you wearing? 

Not wearing a shirt oooooooops 😳

49. Has someone recently told you something you didn’t want to hear? 

YUP. dont wanna repeat bc it was honestly the DOUCHIEST thing I’ve ever heard in my life and it makes me sick to my stomach that this literally came out of a mans PIE HOLE. i cant. 

50. Anyone you’re giving up on?

Already gave up on em. LIKE UP OUT OF MY LIFE. blocked and erased that history 

51. Do you hate the person you fell hardest for? Not really my ex ex man I still kinda like. BC my ex man was not the one that a fell hardest for so nah. IF IT WAS HIM THEN I WOULD. 

52. Have you ever thought about giving up on someone but couldn’t?

ummmmm noooo????

53. Do you like rain? 

Only when I’m inside, or about to sleep. That Netflix and cuddles possible chill typa weather ya feel 

54. Do you care if your boyfriend/girlfriend drinks?

Nope, unless the liqs turns them into a monster then yes I would care. 

55. Have you ever liked somebody and never told them? 

LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL😳😳😳 HONEST TO GOD IM EITHER STRAIGHT UP OR SO LOWKEY. Like im TOO GOOD AT THIS. I could be crushin so hard on someone and they would never know bc im too good at hiding it.

56. Do you like to cuddle? 

YES LOOOOOOOOOVE. your girl likes her doses of cuddles. BABS like getting cuddled too ): 

57. Are you shy? 

LOL HONEST YES. IM SO SHY AROUND CUTE BOYS OR LIKE PEOPLE I DONT KNOW. But once I get comfortable with you whoever you are im defs not. YA GIRL WILD AF

58. Do you get along with girls?YASSSSSSSS girl power bitch. LOVE MY GIRLS. Love hyping and empowering up my girls. 

59. Have you dated the person you texted last?

YEA SHE MY BAE :* 

60. What do you carry with you at all times?

STRESS. LOL jks but omg phone, lipgloss (bc you never know if you eva gonna kiss a QT), the normals 

61. If you were paid 1 million dollars to spend the night in a supposed haunted house, would you?

UM. NO!!!! TF! ARE YOU WHACK. NEVER WOULD YOU EVER CATCH ME IN A JUMBIE INFESTED PLACE. NAH NAH

62. Do you think you can last in a relationship for five months?

YES. OBVI. I’m that long term typa gyal ;) Im that ride or die typa girl

63. Think back to October, were you in a relationship? 

LOOOOL. Lets not think back to that time, I already ctrl alt and DELETE. BOI BYE 

64. The person you like kisses you on the forehead, do you find this cute?

um YES. stop. putting. me. in. my feelS. But lets just say it wouldn’t just end with a kiss on the forehead ;) 

65. Did anything “cute” happen in the last week? 

Well im cute so……….. everyday something cute happens aka ME :)

66. How old are the last three people you kissed?

21, and the rest were family SO LOL 

67. Would you rather pay to get your nails done or do them yourself?   

honestly i can do my own nails, but its nice to treat your self

68. Which do you like better- Zebra print or leopard print? 

ZEBRA, your girl is a zebra print stan, my whole room is practically this print 

69. Do you have any stickers on your car? 

i dont own a car, but the car I drive has a “princess on board sticker” which is for my little sister but HEY its suitable for me too so 

70. Would you rather listen to Luke Bryan or Lil Wayne?

Lil Wayne… not about that country/ tim buck two. But tbh I dont listen to either of em 

71. Blackberry, Anroid, or iPhone?  

IPHONE 6 GANGGGGGGGGG

72. When’s the last time you had pizza from Pizza Hut?    

Maybe like last year? Usually get pizza pizza

73. Do you like diet soda?   

NAH, diet taste kinda weird 

74. What color are the walls in your room?    

Its like an olive green, but I want to re paint, maybe a shade of pink 

75. Are you 16 or older?    

older…. why you tryna holla?

76. Do you watch Pretty Little Liars?  

I did…. show got mad boring tho. 

77. Do you have a job?   

Not currently, in school tho

78. What are your initials?   

K.M.B BITCHHHHHHHEEEZ

79. Did you ever have braces? 

nope, but the dentist always ask me if i had braces and always say how nice my teeth are :D

80. Are you from the south?  

NAH NAH, IM NORTH JAX FAM

81. What does your last status on facebook say?  

um???? I think I promo’ed Ash’s travel VLOG, check that shit out tho!!!!!!!

82. Do you still talk to the first person you ever kissed? 

CRTL.ALT.DELTE. 

NO BISH

83. Are you closer to your mom or your dad? 

I would say my dad bc I grew up with him? but i tell my mom and step mom more personal stuff/ everything so

85. What’s the last movie you saw in theaters? 

I think it was suicide squad.

86. Do you smoke?    

Nah, not on those greens fam

87. Would you rather wear heels or flip flops?  

DEPENDS. On location and look. 

88. Is your phone touch screen?    

YUP

89. Do you normally wear your hair straight or curly? 

Well my hair is wavy and I usually just leave it natural. I love straightening my hair but takes way too much strength and energy out of me.

90. Have you ever snuck out of your house?  LMFAO YES. TO GO TO SLEEPOVER AT ONE OF MY MANS HOUSE IM CRYING @GOD forgive me father 

91. Would you rather swim in a river, lake, or pool? 

DEFS POOL OR OCEAN LOL BOUT LAKE OR RIVER BYE 

94. Are you single or in a relationship?   

Doing me. Living life. Doing whatever the hell I want. I am happy and thats all that matters. Not letting mans bring me down, have me stressing, crying myself to sleep, or crying until i have no more tears to cry

95. What were you doing last night at midnight?  

Texting my squad in the GC, talking about waste mans 

96. When’s the last time you saw fireworks?  

Fireworks in my heart: probably in the summer on my first date with trash 

97. Do you like the camera on your phone?   

YES bc I stay taking cute pics, im obsessed with taking fire pics

99. Have you ever passed out from drinking?    

NOPE. Always know my limit

100. Are you friends with people on facebook that you actually hate? Hate is a v strong word. I think if anyone I really disliked I’ve removed, I may have some fakes from like HS but thats about it.

102. Name your favorite Kesha song:   PROBABLY TICK TOK, YO MY GRADE 7 ASS WOULD WHINE UP TO THIS SONG, MAJOR TRACK 

103. Do you have any tan lines right now?  noPE, but honestly i wish I did bc I wanna go somewhere warm 

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an oracle in olympus - pt. 1

a wow another sp long-fic while i have like ten others going. as is tradition. but i love modern mythology/retellings so WHY NOT. plus the thought of the sp babs as mythical figures delights me.

part 1 of ?

Milk was a great place for a Friday night. Especially on 80’s night. That was one of Lucy’s favorites. They always played the best songs of that decade. The lights flashed neon colors across the dance floor, swirling in the haze of a fog machine.

She tilts her head back and blows a stream of smoke from her lips lazily. Around her the group of her newly made friends cheer at the sound of a new song- Depeche Mode’s New Life. They lift their glasses or mugs, spilling liquor over the rims. Lucy smiles.

This was totally her scene.

“But how did she know?!” A voice cries out over the music. Lucy can’t help but take a look over her shoulder to the teary eyed girl. She has a banner laid across her body in glimmering letters that spells out ‘Bridesmaid #2’. The girls rubs her eyes as new tears begin to fall. “She was so on the money- Meghan doesn’t love Brad like I do!”

Her friend ‘Bridesmaid #6’ (...really? Six bridesmaids?) hushes her. She looks towards the bathroom. “She’s just said you suffer from unrequited love. Brad is the groom.”

Lucy snorts, puffing her cheeks. The usual drama that tend to follow bridal parties.

‘Bridesmaid #2’ shakes her head. “But how did she know about you being dumped last week?” She asks loudly. “Only you told me that! She said you need to stop going after arrogant dudes with great asses, and you really do!”

At that, Lucy pauses. ‘Bridesmaid #6’ goes red in the face, so apparent even in the flashing colors of light. She glares over her shoulder to the bathroom again, and Lucy follows her gaze.

She chokes on the drag she just took. It couldn’t be. She had to be seeing things. But the more she looked…Lucy pushes the girl’s legs that laid over her own, and shoves the joint toward the guy next to her. “I-I need to go.” She mumbles. Ignoring their protests, she makes her way over to the bathrooms.

Another girl who was teary eyed is close to bawling. The brunette with short curly hair, pats her shoulders. “Aaw n-no honeybun, don’t cry. That’s a good thing! You don’t need him! ‘Sides, you’re gonna get a new job and see sooooo-hic- oooo many sights. You’ll totally forget him.”

Lucy reaches up, tapping her shoulder lightly. Maybe she was wrong, and was just seeing things.

The young woman turns to Lucy. Green eyes flash for a second before they widen. Lucy sucks in a quick breath. Oh no. It is her. There was no doubt about it.

“Well, hi!” The girl greets. Her gaze wanders over Lucy. “Uuuh.”

“Lucy.” Lucy greets. She wonders if the girl can tell she’s nervous and shaking. But at the way she was swaying, the girl was probably seeing two Lucys.

“Lucy! I am Lucky. Yes. That is my real name.” She points to herself, stumbling closer to Lucy.

Oh. CRAP.

Lucy stares at her. “Interesting name.” She steadies Lucky. Maybe she needed one more test. Just to be sure. After all coincidences happen all the time. Usually. Sometimes.

“So celebrating something?” Lucy asks.

Lucky shrugs. “I can’t remember. I think I got a promotion at work?” She tries to remember, tapping a finger to her chin. Lucy eyes the arcade on the other side of the dance floor and slowly leads Lucky over. “Or did I lose it?” Lucky continues. “Oh jeez. My friends dragged me here. I think they left me?”

“Oh wow, they suck.” Lucy comments offhandedly. They stop in front of a skeeball machine. Lucy grins. “How about this? Since you’re either celebrating or trying to forget, I’ll buy your next round. Anything you want from the bar.” Lucy explains. Gawd, this was stupid. She had to be sure, though. “But you gotta get a perfect score.”

“What about fried Oreos instead?” Lucky counters. Lucy helps her to count out a few quarters and starts the game.

“Yeah, okay. Fried Oreos.”

Even in her drunken daze, Lucky rolls a perfect game. Well over 100 points. As a long line of tickets roll out, she clumsily turns towards Lucy and throws her hands up in a rock symbol. “Uuuhnf!” She grunts in victory. Lucy nods. Oh, it was her alright.

“Rounds on me. Like I promised.” Lucy says, gently leading the shorter woman away.

Lucky drops onto the couch, hiccuping. “I hate getting drunk. I..I don’t-hic-don’t do this norm.” She trails off, trying to think of a word “Normal. Lee. Normally. Hey, didn’t we agree on fried Oreos?”

Lucy nods and reaches into her purse, fishing around until she feels the warm vial she was looking for.

“I did.” Lucy offers, pouring the glowing amber liquid into an empty shot glass. “Throw this back.”

Lucky wrinkles her nose. “It smells funny.” She says, pushing it away. “Is it the worm tequila?”

Lucy laughs. “No. It tastes better than it looks, trust me.” She promises. Again, she holds the shot glass to Lucky. With a tired sigh, Lucky snatches the shot glass and downs it.

Then...

*

Lucy stumbles, guiding Lucky towards her car. The brunette was gone. Completely obliterated. Well, ambrosia usually had that effect on mortals. But then again, she was a light way 2,000 years ago, why wouldn’t she be now?

It takes a minute for Lucy to remember she arrived in a Camaro tonight, and not her usual Volkswagen. Huffing, she lifts Lucky up in her arms, waddling to the waiting car.

Once she’s got Lucky into the passenger seat and buckled in safely. Lucy rubs her head, huffing. For a wino-goddess, she could barely handle people who were drunk. She glances around casually, then slips into the car and drives off.

She was really doing this. She was actually doing this. Lucy swallows and wonders for a second if this was a good idea. What if he found out? She pushes the thought away, and slips her phone out of her purse, pressing on the home button.

“Iris, Contact Jamie.” Lucy commands. 

‘Bing!’ A swirl of rainbow color flashes back and forth on the phone screen before it darkens. ‘I’m sorry!’ came the automated voice. ‘I do not recognize Jaay-mee. ’

“Stupid freaking Iris!” Lucy hisses. Her foot comes down on the gas pedal harder, and the car picks up speed. The lights and buildings of the city begin to blur into one, and in a matter of minutes they’re miles away from Denver. Lucky stirs slightly in the passenger seat, blinking. “How fast are we goin’? She slurs. Lucy doesn’t get the chance to answer before she passes out again.

With an irritated sigh Lucy presses the button again. Iris only recognizes their other names. The names that were commonly used and thrown around. “Iris! Contact Aphrodite!” Lucy shouts into the phone.

‘Bing! Calling...Aah-fro-deedee.”

Lucy rolls her eyes.

There’s only two quick rings before a melodic voice fills the car. “Hi, Lucy!” Jamie practically sing-songs. “Aren’t you, like, hanging with the mortals tonight?”

Lucy tilts her head side to side. “Mmm, I was. Then, uhh, I made a startling discovery.”

“Oh, what kind?” Jamie asks, eager for details. Lucy could almost see the love-goddess lounging across her queen sized sea-shell shaped bed, filing her nails. Lucy puffs her cheeks, and speeds down the road. A long range of dark mountains came into view.

“The kind where we messed up about 2,000 years or so ago. Give or take?” Lucy answers. She wonders if Jamie would understand. There’s a long and drawn out pause before Jamie screeches. Yep, she understood.

Jamie’s voice is loud this time. “What?! Lucy! You, like, found her? How?” She asks quickly. Now she could see Jamie pacing around the room. Lucy looks over to Lucky.

“Pure coincidence.”

“Clyde is, like, gonna flip.” Jamie says.

“Among others.” Lucy adds. Up ahead, she sees a wooden sign greeting them to the next town. A town clear off the maps by mortal standards. By now, the car is moving at the speed of sound. She keeps her hands firmly on the steering wheel. “She goes by Lucky now.”

Jamie gasps. “Oh. It really is her.” She breathes. After that, they stay quiet. As soon as the car passes the town limit sign, there’s a ripple of light and color. A big highway sign that read ‘WELCOME TO OLYMPUS’ in big white letters greets them, and Lucy eases into traffic.

“You found Tyche.” Jamie finally says. “What do we do now? This could, like, set off a few things.”

“Honestly, Jam?” Lucy says. “I have no effing idea.” She shrugs a shoulder and grins. “But like that’s ever stopped us. Can you me at my place in ten?”

“Sure, I will. Be, like, careful, Luce.” Jamie warns. She blows a few kisses before hanging up. Lucy drops her phone on the dashboard and looks back to Lucky’s sleeping form.

“Well Tyche- Lucky. For an oracle, you sure know how to throw things off balance.”  She says. Taking an exit, Lucy drives onwards further towards Olympus.