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huaxxian · 3 years

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Stone Skipping || CH2 ; 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯

Half a year had passed since [name] and Senku had been revived at the very same day. Experiments were conducted, their home slightly improved, but the two had still made no other progress with the revival serum. Despite that, neither had given up, instead opting to continue trying.

The two teenagers had been gathering sticks in an area near their home, each having an axe of their own. “[nickname],” Senku looks down at their form, who sat in the very same branch he was standing on. Said person looked up at him, tilting their head. “You brought the basket, right?” They nodded in response, silently pointing at the basket below their branch. He nodded thankfully, adjusting the sticks gathered in his arms.

He could see them move to take it from his grasp, but he gave a pointed look, saying, “Don’t you dare take it. I already made you carry three other baskets back home.” A pout overtook their face, but nonetheless, they nodded and sat back down as he cut even more sticks from the upper branches.

rustle, rustle

step, step, step

[name] perked up at the sounds, turning their head to look past Senku’s form. Not even a moment later, an oh-so-ever-familiar form popped from the bushes as he pushed it aside, breathing heavily. The smile on their face widened as Taiju’s eyes widened at the sight of the duo. “S-Senku..! [nickname]!” His eyes teared up.

I found them! They’re alive!

From beside the shorter teenager, Senku smirked at him. “Kukuku, so you finally woke up, eh? You great big oaf, stop making your sibling worry for so long. You don’t want to see them with white hair so quickly, now do you?” He quickly moved down from the tree, offering his hand to [name] after, helping them down.

Immediately upon the teenager’s safe landing on the floor, Taiju started wailing, opening his arms to hurriedly give a hug their way. Not even concerned in the slightest, all [name] did was open their arms, beaming right back.

"You're alive, you're alive!! Senku, [nickname]! I c-can't believe it.."

Well, if [name] wasn't the slightest bit concerned, Senku most definitely was. Placing a foot on his face, the male hurriedly pushed the shortest out of Taiju's way, which ended up being behind him. "Don't hug either of us when you're buck naked, idiot! I'll fucking kill you!" [name] gave his back a pat, shaking their head. "Sen-chan, don't be too mean. You know it's completely just how Tai-chan is." They smiled, turning to the said person. "It's nice to see you after so long.. I would give you a hug, but.. I don't think Sen-chan would let me."

Taiju returned his sibling figure's smile. "It's okay! I get it.." He scratches his head sheepishly, laughing it off. "I think?" They giggled in response, motioning their head to follow them, which he did. Starting their trek back home, Senku spoke, "As of today, it's October 5th, in the year 5738 AD. How long you planning on sleeping in, huh?"

He pointed at [name], who was beside him, skipping as they went. "We've been awake and working for over a half a year now." Taiju blinked in surprise, the information slowly processing in his brain as seconds passed. "Huh?" The brawn of the group looked over to the other brain, confusion evident on his face. "How does Senku know just precisely what the date is..?"

[name] closed their eyes and smiled at him. "Sen-chan just counted, is all." Senku picked at his ear, scoffing. "As if there's another way of keeping track."

Another slow moment of processing.

"..So then, inside that darkness.. the whole time, you.." He glanced at [name] once more. "Did you too..?" His tone of voice had softened considerably, and so had his features. They shook their head. "It was just him, and I knew even then." They smiled and looked forward as Senku pushed aside the branches ahead of them.

"Even if I was able to wake up through sheer willpower alone.. If I were to wake up without means of survival in the midst of winter and with no food supply, it'd be game over. That's why, in order to survive, it was essential that I start in spring."

"That's also precisely why Sen-chan needs an accurate calendar," [name] added, "He wouldn't be able to know otherwise, and luck would be too much of a risk to depend on." Taiju placed a hand under his chin, opening his mouth to ask another question when Senku jerked his head to the front. "Hey, we're here. Don't just stand around gawking, get your ass over here and help out."

Brown eyes widened in astonishment. It wasn't no fancy house, but it was stable and enough. A simple rack made of sticks and vines leaned on the tree's huge trunk, holding several stone spears. "I haven't had enough manpower. [nickname] was of great help, but I didn't want to burn them out than what was necessary. That'd be stupid, I'd be working the only other person in this world death. It took up to an entire day of just drawing up life and survival plans on my own, while they hunted for food and materials. To progress forward into some kind of civilization from here.." He trailed off, glancing behind him to where the two stood, listening to his explanation.

"We've been waiting for you all this time," Taiju pointed to himself, confusion heavily lacing his face. "Yes, you, damnit Taiju. We waited for you because we were both ten billion percent sure that you were alive!" [name] walked forward, now beside the scientist. "You decided to tell Yuzu-chan about your feelings prior to the petrification, and we both knew Tai-chan well enough to know that you wouldn't give up after deciding so."

"Especially not after being cut off in the middle of a man's resolve," he huffed and smirked. "You weren't ball-less to the point of giving up and throwing in the towel after just a measly thousand years!"

Taiju looked down, clenching his fist. It was silent for a few seconds, but as always, with them, it doesn't last long. The fiery determination they had gotten accustomed to seeing had returned ten-fold, and they could only stare as he agreed.

"You're damned right!"

The scientist of the quartet looked over at his assistant. "Can ya get him some damn clothes already?" His nose scrunched in disgust as he pointed shakily at the muscular student, earning a confused and completely innocent look in return. [name] laughed at his obvious disgruntlement, nodding. "I'll go get clothes for Tai-chan!" They waved before carefully climbing their so-called ladder and hurrying inside.

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It didn't take long before Taiju had gotten his clothes, and before [name] was forced to rest by the one and only scientist of the group. The two had bickered back and forth repeatedly; Senku insisted that they take a break, since they apparently wouldn't be getting a lot even with Taiju around. Despite his confusion, Taiju agreed with this, making them reach a compromise.

[name] would rest just as the two wanted them to, but not up in the hut. Instead, they'd be napping on a covered area on the ground near the fire Senku was trying to make.

"When we need to use our heads.. I'll leave the thinking up to the two of you, Senku." Taiju glanced at his napping sibling. "And when we need to use our bodies.. you leave that to me." Senku glanced over as well. They looked comfortable enough, not at all irritated by the grass or the fire crackling nearby. Sleeping like a baby, they simultaneously thought, amused.

Senku turned towards Taiju once more. The time humanity took to climb from the stone age to our previous civilization.. was two million years. But, we're going to dash all the way back to the top all at once. "We'll take back the world and I'll identify the scientific cause on why we turned into stone, and how we were revived.. with the help of [name]."

Careful not to shout as he usually does, Taiju nodded and added, "And then.. I'll save Yuzuriha!"

"Three high school kids.. are going to build civilization from zero. We'll become the Adam and Eve of this world." Senku smirked widely, standing up and placing his hands on his waist. "Now, things are starting to get exciting!"

The two were calm and quite frankly, inspired by each other's goals, only to panic as [name] sleepily moved around, adjusting their place during their sleep. They covered each other's mouths and stared worriedly down at the shortest of them three, but fortunately, they didn't wake up. Taiju and Senku looked at each other and nodded, vowing not to cause anymore noise.

Senku pointed at their tree house and mouthed, "Bring them up." The other caught on to this instantly and carefully scooped them up in his arms, making sure that they were comfortable and left asleep. Then, without much difficulty, Taiju brought them upstairs, his friend following in tow. He placed them down on their make-shift bed, pulling the extra animal skin they had used as a blanket over them not long after, patting their head affectionately.

Taiju blinked and turned to Senku. "Wait, so was it just you guys this whole time?" The male in question raised his eyebrow. "Yeah, it's just been us." Taiju stared at him, expecting him to say something. "Why are you staring at me like that for??" He opened his mouth, pointing as he whispered, "You didn't tell them about your fee—"

Senku quickly put a zip on his mouth, grumbling.

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The next morning, [name] had woken up to Senku and Taiju still sleeping. It must be pretty early still.. They pushed the blanket away from their form, standing up silently. The teen carefully walked down the ladder, keeping an eye out on the two until they were out of their vision. A yawn escaped their mouth as they stretched their arms and shoulders, shaking their head as they did. What to do..?

[eye color] eyes looked around. They could go hunting for food like mushrooms and animals, but it would be more efficient for Taiju to do it, because he was literal brawn. Though, maybe I should come with Tai-chan later on if he does end up gathering food.. He might take poisonous mushrooms along. [name] could make more jars or baskets, but Senku would most definitely scold them for working too hard. Again.

Honestly, they can't see what he's talking about.

So instead, they opted to walk towards the high school primate's statue. If they could remember correctly, which they could, Tsukasa Shishio's statue was not too far from Yuzuriha and the camphor tree.

True to their memory, it really wasn't far. No animals in sight, nor any other statues in his area. Nature's green, green, and more green is all that could be seen. Pretty, [name] smiled to themselves, gathering the bunch of dahlias and other flowers into their arms. Without much struggle at all, they weaved the bunch into a gorgeous flower crown, one that would surely fit snugly on Tsukasa's head.

They brought it on the male's head, fixing the vines and the petals softly, making sure that his vision wasn't obscured whatsoever. Next, they took a few steps back, admiring their work. As I thought, it does fit Tsuka-chan. [name] nodded in approval and sat down on a nearby root, humming a song they especially liked from back then.

I wonder how everything became like this.. A time-lapse would be interesting to see.

They looked down on the dirt. It was devoid of rocks, unlike the last few areas they've been in. Upon realizing, the teen immediately takes a stick and begins drawing on the ground. Three pairs of nubs.. three heads too. Leek for hair, spiky hair, wavy hair.. Rocket ship. Proud, they grinned and tilted their head, staring down at their work.

It wasn't the best of art, of course. It was merely three little chubby figures that represented the trio that they so deeply treasured. Their proud green faded, and soon, a frown had taken its place. Something's missing.. Quickly, [name] erased the rocket ship outline with their foot to make space. Then, without a shadow of a doubt, they added one more figure.

Long hair and buffy arms.. It's Tsuka-chan!

The grin from before returned anew. The rocket ship outline was quickly drawn again, and for this time, they were satisfied.

"I wonder if Tai-chan is already awake.. or Sen-chan.." They yawned and stood up, brushing away the not-so imaginary dirt around of their skirt. [eye color] eyes glanced behind to check on the statue one last time before smiling. "I'll see you soon, Tsuka-chan.."

With that, they turned back, walking back home.

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When they had arrived, the two were already awake and kicking, arranging their respective areas. Taiju had noticed them first, and with a happy shout, had alerted Senku as well. "You're back," the scientist nodded towards them in greeting. In contrast to his reaction, Taiju immediately got down from their little hut and bounded towards his sibling, hugging them tightly.

"Keep hugging them like that and they'll run out of air, you big idiot." Senku retorted as he followed suit, albeit less enthusiastically and more calmly. [name] only smiled in return, patting the taller on the back. "Big oaf, you up for gathering food?" Enthusiastically, the male in mention nodded his head, quickly taking a basket from nearby. [eye color] eyes glanced at the scientist, as if waiting.

Feeling their expectant stare, Senku snickered and picked at his ear with his pinky. "Of course, you're joining him too [nickname]. Keep him out of trouble, and make sure the idiot doesn't get himself attacked or poisoned." He pressed a hand against his mouth, as if trying to block the snickers.

Not that he was actually trying, though. It was actually the opposite.

Satisfied and amused, [name] closed their eyes and smiled, taking a basket as well. Taiju immediately dashes off, leaving a trail of dust behind him, and causing it to spread everywhere. [name] coughed and looked away from all the sand and dust before waving at the scientist. "We'll make sure not to take too long, Sen-chan.."

Senku gave another nod before turning away. The [hair color]-haired teen hurried, and with some effort, was able to catch Taiju before he could get too far from them.

"[nickname], what should we gather first?" [eye color] eyes looked around cautiously, taking in the environment. From what they could tell, there were some pigs nearby. The rustling as well as their familiar grunts is what gave it away. They quickly pressed a finger to their mouth, to which Taiju immediately silenced himself, waiting for their next order.

"There are pigs nearby. We don't know where the mushrooms are at right now, and since the pigs seem to be a closer choice, let's go with that.." [name] spoke as softly as they could, but loud enough for Taiju to still understand their message. He nodded in determination and moved to single-handedly take any pig on, but stopped as they placed a pale hand on their arm, halting him in his position. He looked towards his sibling in confusion, tilting his head.

[name] smiled at him and shook their head, motioning him to stay still, so he did. Taiju watched curiously as the teen quietly grabbed onto a branch and pulled their upper body up, causing them to now stand. Surprisingly enough, despite all the movement, the rustle of leaves seemed natural, as if it was just a rustle of the wind and not a teenager climbing a tree. He could only watch as [name] looked down at him from their position above, saying, "Please stay here, Tai-chan.. I'll bring them to you, so brace yourself to catch one or two, okay?"

Taiju beamed up at them. "Okay." He responded, lowering his stance and opening his arms wide. His sibling smiled at his determination and switched from tree to tree, getting closer to the area of the pigs, as evidenced by the growing sound of grunts. Few adults.. few young ones, [name] mused to themselves. Some squeals were pitched, but majority weren't.

I can't overwhelm Tai-chan with too many pigs. I can't trap them when they're this close either. The very best I can do is to get one or two younger pigs.. But how do I? They glanced around. They moved to another tree, one that was to the left of the pigs. Tai-chan is to the right. The pigs can't move to the north, there's no entrance or exit there. It's blocked. [name] quickly stood still and observed keenly from above.

There were four adults, but only two piglets to be seen. Sen-chan would be satisfied with one, or at the very most, two of them.

And so, they formulated a plan.

Without further a do, they dropped from the tree, not bothering to cover the noise. The pigs became alert, and soon enough, their eyes had caught on to the teen's form. They grew increasingly loud in sound and scattered, moving towards their left, the other remaining direction for escape. Quickly reacting, [name] ran towards the two mini-groups (stomping and making loud noise with their feet all the while), forcing the piglets to separate from their adults. This time, they moved towards Taiju's direction, just as they had planned.

[name] immediately began creating even more noise, as well as increasing their speed. In panic, the pigs hurried even closer towards Taiju's direction.

Any moment now. [eye color] eyes made contact with familiar brown ones, and they nodded. Taiju shouted as he tackled the two piglets into his grasp, making the shorter of the two smile and stop abruptly. With heavy breathing, they helped him place one piglet in each of their baskets.

"That was a good idea, [nickname]!" Taiju laughed and gave them a particularly hard pat on the back in congratulations, causing them to lose all the air they had regained and double over, coughing all the while.

"Ack— I'm sorry [nickname]!!"

"Wow, you guys got so much," Senku stared down at the two's baskets, which now sat on the floor. "You got some crazy cheats going with your endurance there, Taiju.." He trailed off as he glanced to his assistant. "You didn't just dash wherever did you? [nickname] looks like they went through a hurricane." The scientist laughed as he pointed at them.

He wasn't wrong there. The poor [hair color]-haired teen had their hair all over their face, with tangles way more than they'd like. Leaves, petals, and even sand had gotten into their hair as well; Senku could only wonder what the hell Taiju had put them through to come back this haggard. [name] only smiled patiently as Taiju turned red in embarrassment, causing him to laugh even more.

"He did exactly that, actually.." Their words only made Taiju shout apologies, to which they shook their head at in amusement. "I couldn't stop him at all, sorry Sen-chan.." They chuckled and jokingly bowed their head in apology. Senku snickered again and walked towards them, patting away all the sand away from their hair. He removed the leaves and petals along the way, tugging gently at the strands that had gotten tangled.

"Don't you worry about it at all. I can't blame you when he's like this." He ignored Taiju's pouting at the side and only continued fixing his [hair color]-haired friend's head. It didn't take much arranging to actually clean [name] up, and soon enough, all was well. They smiled at him gratefully and he returned it slightly before backing away and moving towards the baskets.

Taiju watched in curiosity as he sat on the ground, expecting him to do something completely different, only to see him blatantly separating what they had found. [name], on the other hand, watched in amusement at their brother's reaction as Senku began listing them all off. "Amanita virosa, poisonous! Hypsizygus tessellatus, brown clamshell, edible! Amanita muscaria, Fly agaric, poisonous! Can't you just tell that thing's no good?! It looks like it came from Mario!"

With every mentioned name, Taiju's confused and aghast expression worsened, making them chuckle. "Calm down, Sen-chan.. That was a pretty good haul for the first time. I'm sure Tai-chan will take that into mind next time?" The two looked over to him. One stare was filled with doubt, and the other was one of utter patience and belief. Taiju doesn't respond, only choosing to blink at them in confusion. Senku sighed, "He probably won't, you know. Oh well, I'll bid you good luck when the time comes."

The scientist takes a few of the edible mushrooms and placed them on the sticks over the fire. The trio surrounded the fire they had made in silence, waiting for Senku's word. He first handed a decent-sized one over to Taiju, then proceeded to give an even bigger mushroom to the other teen. [name] blinked slowly as Senku gave them a stern glance. "Get some more fat in your bones, you look like you could get blown away by the wind any moment now."

From beside the [hair color]-haired teen, Taiju also added, "You always ate too less during lunch time too! Get some more food!" He immediately begins handing more mushrooms over to them, with Senku following right away. "I don't think I can stomach t-this much, you two.." [name] gently pushed the food away and just stuck with the one the scientist had given them. "But, I guess I can try eating this one at least..?" they smiled.

It wasn't the best compromise, but it satisfied the two males enough to leave them alone for now. Taiju took the first bite, making [name] and Senku stare expectantly. "D-Delicious!" He shouted in glee, "What'd you season these with?!" Senku grinned and begin taking normal-sized bites into his food as well.

"Just regular old salt that [nickname] and I extracted from the sea water. With just salt added, humans can eat just about anything. Salt is also indispensable when preserving food, and probably was the primitive man's greatest discovery." He explained. Taiju, upon finishing his mushroom, thanked the male whole-heartedly. "For all the things things I'd never be able to figure out! Both of you. I'll repay you in kind with determination and strength!"

He then finished his food and stood up, puffing his chest out in determination. Without even a warning, he took a basket and scurried off, shouting, "All right!! Time to go gather on the back side!"

Senku had opened his mouth to tell him that it was okay, but he had already been too far from their sight. He shook his head and turned to his side, where they sat with an amused smile and a still completely unfinished mushroom. "I don't get how you can keep up with him. He has too much stamina, he has got to be cheating with something." He grumbled, and gathered the sticks his friend had left into his hands. "Should you really be asking me that, Sen-chan? You have known them longer than I have, if anything, I'm surprised you've survived this long.." [name] chuckled and continued eating.

"Speaking of which, the back side is near towards the cave where you came from, right, Sen-chan?" The scientist hummed in confirmation. "Yeah, why?" He glanced over his shoulder, seeing them stand up and brush away any dirt that could have gotten on their skirt. "Maybe we should follow Tai-chan, he might assume there's someone else out there aside from us if he sees the pot.." Not expecting it, Senku let out an amused scoff. "I wouldn't be surprised if he did, he is a big oaf after all. Sure, let's go. His mind can go to absurd places and it'd be easier to explain when we're there."

[ Author's Note ] // So far, these are all the chapters I've pulled from quotev. As of this very moment, I'm working on two separate chapters: a 100-hearts special, and the next regular chapter. For those of you who found this in Tumblr, I made a poll before on what the readers would like for the special. As it turns out, 'Crossover Traveling' won. No one really expressed what they wanted aside from my friends, who I asked personally. I ended up choosing Kimetsu no Yaiba as your destination. That's all for this note, thank you so much for reading, and for your time!

#dr stone #dr stone x reader #anime #x reader #senku ishigami #gen asagiri #shishio tsukasa #tsukasa shishio #fanfiction #chrome dr stone #dr stone ukyo #dr stone ryusui #dr stone kinro #dr stone ginro #dr stone ruri #kohaku dr stone

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flurrys-creativity · 4 years

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🌼 THE ULTIMATE TAG 🌼

Tagged by the lovely Vale ( @inkofyoongi ) Thank you so much for giving me a reason to take a break from my mathematics studies (I’m sooooo tired of it)

PERSONAL

Name: [error.. name not found] I don’t feel comfortable with my real name so.... it remains secret 🙏🏼

Nickname: Sid or Flurry

Birthday: 5th of October

Zodiac: Libra ⚖ (but I learned there is sooo much more than just the zodiac sign)

Nationality: German and Danish

Languages: German, English, Danish (I’m able to weakly communicate in Swedish, Norwegian, Dutch and I understand basic Italian)

Height: 1,66m or 5′5′’ (which means I bolded a false statement in another tag game because I have no understanding of inch and feet and thought 5′5′’ was shorter than 1,66m 🙈 I guess.. shame on me)

BLOG STUFF

Inspiration for muse: Music and dreams

Meaning behind my url: Flurry is an abbrivation of the username flurryfries, which I basically use everywhere.. and flurryfries is the combination of french fries dunked into a McFlurry (specifically with some sort of chocolate sauce) it tastes amazing!) 👌🏼

Blog established: I think it was September or October 2019

Followers: The best :)

FAVES

Favourite animals: Killer whale or bat

Favourite books: Anything from Kenneth Oppal, The Hobbit, Sherlock Holmes, anything from Werner J. Egli (writes in German) and my most recent discovery The subtle art of not giving a f*ck (I love that book and everyone should read it!)

Favourite colour: blue (like every shade of blue)

Favourite fictional characters: Aaaahh, this is sooo hard.. like all of Haikyu (they are my babies) Makoto Tachibana from Free!, almost everyone from MHA and sooo many more.. (and right now I’m only thinking about anime/manga characters.. there are way too many.. aaaaahhhhhh)

Favourite flower: pretty sure I answered that once already.. and it varies but as of always I go with dandelions (because they are like fuck you, I’ll grow here now) 🌼

Favourite scent: coconut!!! I love the smell of coconut.. almost everything scented I have does smell like coconut

RANDOM

Average hours of sleep: right now?... uhm... not much if we’re counting the good and healthy sleep.. that would be 3-4 hours at once.. but I take so many naps and have some kind of not sleep but not awake state.. then I would be at like 9 hours? but since I am not resting well except for those 3-4 hours I am constantly tired

Cats or dogs: Dogs 🐶 (but I do like both)

Coffee, tea or hot chocolate: Hot chocolate (though I drink tea as well and when I need to do an all nighter (like the free BTS concerts with 8 concerts/thingys on two days.. I was awake for over 48 hours... I could hear colours..) 🤣

Current time: 19.15 or 7.15 pm

Dream trip: yes! Jk, I would love to go everywhere.. and it would become a dream trip, if I don’t have to worry about the money.. 😎

Dream job: I guess teacher.. otherwise those past five years of studying would have been in vain..

Hobbies: writing, day dreaming, listening to music, reading, watching movies/series, cooking, singing, playing the ukulele, taking pictures while going on hikes and I guess talking with friends..

Hogwarts house: Proud Slytherin 🐍

Last movie watched: The old guard on netflix (which was sooo good and I need a sequel and oh holy shit that was great) 👌🏼

No. of blankets you sleep with: 1 (if I feel really sick and cold 2)

Random fact: I think I already mentioned once as a random fact that I have three tattoos... another random fact: as soon as I live somewhere where I can have pets (especially a dog) I’ll get myself a husky and I am going to name it Whiskey 😁

Thanks for keeping up with me until now! Hope you enjoyed :)

And I am going to tag: @yoongs-jeontae @wwilloww @thatmultifandomhoe (finally able to tag you once 😅) and whoever wants to do this as well! Tag me, I am curious to read what your answers would be!

#tag game #tagged #had fun with that #very glad to escape studies for a minute

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huntertales · 5 years

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Part Three: At First If You Don’t Succeed. (Clip Show S08E22)

Episode Summary: Sam, Dean and the reader share a bitter reunion with Castiel after finding the angel beaten and bloody in the middle of the road. While digging through the Men of Letters’ files, they stumble upon an undiscovered film which could be the key to completing the third trial. Meanwhile, Crowley digs into the reader and boys’ past, putting people they saved in mortal danger. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 3,744.

Previous Part | Supernatural Rewrite Masterlist

You had your doubts on Dean's plan of digging up a demon you had buried away in the outskirts of town for the past few months. There was no reason why she wouldn't come back to life after all this time. While you were still skeptical, it seemed you were discovering new things about demons today. You learned that you might possibly be able to cure one with some Latin and purified blood. And if you chopped the head off of one with a devil's trap bullet in her skull she'd come back to life like a typical functioning monster. While you wanted nothing more in this world than to leave Abbadon buried six feet under with her still conscious of her surroundings after all she did to you. The desire to figuring out how to close the gates of hell was stronger.

You stared at the demon with your arms crossed over your chest, the sight of the red head alone made your desire to bury her alive came back even stronger. All the things she did to your father fueled the idea of leaving her in solitary. But you knew if this plan worked—if you somehow could turn her into a human again—the guilt of the blood she had on her hands from countless murders and terrible acts she committed for hell would be the best kind of punishment of all. It might be just enough for her to end her own pathetic life.

“It worked.” Dean declared the obvious. He slapped his brother on the chest for his doubts. “You owe me a beer.”

“And I owe you both so, so much.” Abbadon thought all of you were stupid enough to attach her head back on to her body with free mobility to her body. It seemed she wasn’t all back to her normal self when she made passive threats to the older Winchester. “I can’t wait to tear those pretty green eyes out.”

“Good luck with that.” Sam told the demon.

You nodded your head to the lack of human parts she woke up a little less with, your lips stretching into a smirk at her new discovery. "We figured kitty didn't need her claws.”

Abbadon stared down to see you were staring at her arms, to be specific, the bloody stumps of where her hands should have been. You couldn't help yourself but snicker as you saw her struggle to get out of her seat and come after you from the reaction alone. Abbadon enjoyed a challenge on taking down her victims. "Then I'll stump you to death. It'll be swell."

"Yeah, that's not gonna happen, either." Sam said. "The bullet, remember?"

The bullet that was currently lodged in the roof of her mouth if you took a wild guess from the angle Henry shot her, before she ripped his insides out and left him to bleed out. Long as the bullet was in her body, there was no way she was going to smoke out or escape from your clutches from what you were about to do to her. It was sweet, sweet karma coming her way that was fifty-five years in the making from what she did not only to your own flesh and blood, but to all the others she tried wiping out.

“So you sit there like a good little bitch. We’re gonna consecrate the ground, and you’re gonna get to fessing up.” Dean explained the plan for today to the demon, thinking she had no clue what was about to go down. He thought it would be a nice little surprise to ambush her with after waking up the demon from her little dirt nap. He might not be able to kill her with the demon knife, but she'd do his job for her after that soul of hers turned a little less dark.

“Oh, I know this tune.” Abbadon said. Sam scoffed quietly at the secret the Men of Letters kept hidden for decades. It'd be impossible for the demon to know, however he didn't connect the dots together. Only it was the exact reason why she was here in the first place. "Father Max Thompson, born on October 12, 1910. Died, August 5th, 1958. Who do you think ripped that priest apart? Word got back to home office that Maxie was messing with things, so we made an example. It wasn’t my most artful kill, but it was effective. But Andrew...oh, he was my pride and joy. What I did to him was a true work of art. A masterpiece, if I may say.”

“What you did is that you turned him into a monster. Like yourself.” Your insult to the demon was like a compliment from the smile that spread across Abbadon’s smeared red lips. “This entire time I thought it was because you needed someone on the inside to help you. But I’m guessing the chick you’re wearing was one of them. You did it for revenge. You knew about the rituals this entire time.”

“Father Max spilled his guts before I ripped them out of his body. He told me all about Josie Sands. I rode her into the Men of Letters and what I did to them—that was fun. But you really don’t care about that. You care about why Daddy didn’t die like everyone else.” Abbadon took a wild guess at the questions you still had. “Andrew was a special case. His family has a long history of messing with demons. It only seems fair he got a taste of his own medicine. Took days and countless demons, but it was all worth it when his soul turned black as his eyes.”

“So you knew what Max was doing.” Sam said.

“I had an idea. Fella screamed the basics. I tried getting more information out of Andrew, and, well, you can’t say much when you’re choking down demon blood.” Abbadon nonchalantly shrugged her shoulders at the inconvenience for her. “I can only imagine what kind of half breed you turned out to be, Y/N. Your little plan isn’t gonna work.”

“You keep telling yourself that.” Dean said.

You found the conversation taking a momentary pause when you heard your phone start ringing from an incoming call. You shoved a hand inside your back pocket and pulled it out to see a three number digit on the screen. “666.” You furrowed your brow slightly from who it could be from the usual number. You answered the call and pressed the phone to your ear, deciding to let the caller say hello first. The person on the other line was a voice you were expecting to hear in person after he popped out of thin air. It was Crowley, with that obnoxious accent of his.

“Hello, Kitten.”

You rolled your eyes from hearing that stupid nickname of his you were given. “Crowley.”

"Crowley?" Abbadon repeated the name of a demon she remembered before being thrown into the twenty first century. He dubbed himself king of the crossroads back in the day. She smiled slightly, wondering why he was calling you. "The salesman?"

“Try the king of hell.” Dean corrected the demon.

The smile on Abbadon's face fell quickly as it came after hearing the words come out of the man's mouth. Hell must've froze over for that pompous prick to have gotten such a prestige title. When Abbadon was around there were key players still alive—Lilith, Azazel, just to name a few on the top of the food chain. There was no way Crowley got ranks over hell above all of them. Things really went to crap while she was gone. "This a joke, right?"

You nodded your head for the boys to follow you outside so you could take this call in private. Whatever reason why Crowley was trying to contact you like this it was important. Dean ordered for the demon to stay right where she was while all of you stepped inside to figure out what the king of hell wanted. You thought Abbadon would have done what she was told. After all, there was no way she could escape if she had no hands to sneak out the bullet.

When you got outside, you pressed a button on the screen to put the call on speaker so you weren't the only one graced to hear the demon's voice. You continued on the conversation by asking a very important question. "How'd you get your slimy hands on my number, Crowley?"

"Ah, first thing's first," Crowley answered your question with a sleazy one of his own. "what are you wearing, Kitten?"

"Oh, okay, hanging up now." Dean jumped into the conversation when he heard the demon try to get cheeky with you. He nodded his head for you to end this call once and for all, thinking the demon was trying to be funny with you by wasting your time. "Hang up."

"Don't get your boxers in a twist, Squirrel. This isn't a social call. I was wondering. You lads been reading the papers, say, Dever Times from yesterday? No? Well, you should. It's side-splitting." Crowley said. Dean pulled out his phone and pulled up the newspaper the demon was talking about, and why he was going through all the effort to tell you about it. "What the hell—I'm sexting you an address. Check it out. Then we'll talk. Cheerio."

"Wait, what?" Sam tried to figure out what the demon was talking about, but he was a little slow on the draw when he heard the dial tone coming from the other end of the line. "Crowley?"

You hung up the phone and shoved it back into your pocket for safekeeping after Dean pulled up the front page of the newspaper Crowley was talking about. You spotted a news article that caught your attention, something about a freak accident always raised a few questions. "Here it is. Vic's name was Tommy Collins." Dean read off a bit of information after skimming through the article. The name sounded familiar to him, but he couldn't place where he heard it before until today. "Tommy. Why do I know that name?"

"Tommy Collins. We saved him from a wendigo like forever ago." Sam said. "It was the second case we ever took with Y/N when she was still learning how to hunt."

"Wow. Talk about a blast from the past." You mumbled the slightly insensitive remark under your breath. You vaguely remembered the case that you took back when John was missing and you were figuring the ropes of how to be a hunter without getting yourself killed. You wondered why Crowley went after Tommy after all these years "You think Crowley blew his head off? I mean, what are we dealing with here? Some sort of demon-wendigo team up?

“No clue.” Sam admitted.

“All right, well, we’ll pour one out for Tommy later.” Dean said. He shoved his phone back into his pocket and headed back inside the building, knowing you had more important things to do than worry about what Crowley was up to. It was sad at what came of Tommy, but you didn’t have time to play games. “As far as Crowley goes, screw him. We got everything we need to put him in a permanent time-out.”

You thought you were one step ahead of the game from Abbadon sitting in the building with no where to go and Crowley thinking you were going to play his little game. It seemed for a second you had everything exactly where you wanted. Life has a funny way of not always working in your favor. When you stepped back inside the place and into where you left the demon, you felt your heart stop in panic when you saw there was an empty chair—and no demon. You swore on your life she was there when you left her only a few minutes ago. Somehow the bitch managed to sneak away while you weren’t looking.

“No. No! No! No! No!” Dean growled to himself at the unfortunate sight. He raced forward to the empty chair and looked around to see if he might be able to spot the red head around here somewhere. “She’s gone. She’s—son of a bitch!”

Dean took it upon himself to try and track the demon down while you and Sam figured out how Abbadon managed to get herself free. She might be immune to the demon knife, but you’ve never met something like her that was resistant to a devil’s trap. You should’ve take it one step further and made one around her before you brought Raggedy Ann back to life. You walked over to the desk you had laid all the materials out on when you noticed something was off. You reached for the metal box that you had put her detached hands for safe keeping. When you noticed they were empty, you let out a frustrated sigh and threw it back down to the desk, causing you to make a banging noise that echoed through the place. Who would’ve thought her hands were like Thing Addams.

Sam started to figure out how she managed to get herself free when he spotted something red on the ground he didn’t seem before, not too far from where the chair was. He bent down to examine it further to try and figure out what it was. Sam didn’t take very long to realize it was the bloody bullet that was lodged in Abbadon’s head. She must’ve somehow gotten it loose from using her unattached hands and snuck out while the demon had the chance. Sam called for yours and his brother’s attention to show you what he found. The sight of the bloody bullet made you grow even more pissed off. Before you could let out a swear word like you wanted, you felt your phone vibrate. You snatched it out from your pocket to see it was a notification.

“It’s a text message from Crowley,” You told them. “an address in Prosperity, Indiana.”

“Prosperity? Didn’t we work a case there? Yeah, yeah, the one with the witches and the baked goods.” Dean said, figuring out why the place sounded so familiar to him. You guessed it was during your absence away, that’s why you were out of the loop. “So what? He’s going after somebody there now?”

“I don’t know.” Sam said. “We got to check it out.”

You raised your brow slightly from the obvious reason not to play along to Crowley’s game. He would stop at nothing to see you dead. No matter how many bodies it took to get you where he wanted you. “Well, you know it’s a trap.”

“Of course it’s a trap. But a trap means demons,” Sam stated the reason why it was important for you to go to Indiana. He raised up the bullet that held the one that you had at your disposal, before she ran away. “And we could use one right now.”

+ + +

You didn't have much of a choice but to follow along with Crowley's instructions and take the long drive to Indiana with the hopes that you were on time to save this Jenny person from the fate Tommy had suffered. Along with a few demons that he might be stupid enough to have waiting for you. All you needed was just the one to get this entire situation wrapped up for good once and for all. No more kings of hell calling up to harass you. No more demons trying to toy with your life for the hell of it. You could finally have the life you've been yearning for decades now. Most importantly your child could have a life without worrying things were going to end up the same way as it had for you.

When you pulled up to the apartment that Jenny was living in after her near death experience with some pissed off witch, you and the boys wasted no time in getting out and heading up there. You were anxious about what was waiting for you inside the apartment. Every part of you was hoping Crowley was going to slip up and have one of his goons waiting for you. Dean picked the lock in record time and swung open the door, stepping into the dark apartment after testing the light switch only to conclude the power was out. He made his way inside first with Sam following behind. You lingered in the hallway as the both of them made sweep around the place to see if there was anyone hiding in the shadows.

You made your way inside when you noticed there was most likely no one here, all though you still kept the demon knife close to your side, wanting to err on the side of caution just in case someone wanted to get the jump on you. You noticed right as you stepped into the apartment Dean found something. You made your way over to the kitchen area to see Jenny had been busy earlier from the sight of delicious looking cupcakes and a mess of ingredients around the place. You peered over the counter to meet Jenny for yourself. However the both of you couldn’t be properly introduced from the sight of her.

You grimaced at the burnt smell of human flesh that made your stomach feel queasy, the sight of Jenny with her head in the oven after someone most likely forced her in there. You had to cover your mouth with your hand to keep yourself from throwing up. “Is that…Jenny?”

Dean slowly nodded his head to answer your question. He stared at the body for a moment, a sense of guilt coming over him from how the poor girl fell into the clutches of Crowley's plan "You were a great gal, Jenny Klein.”

You heard your phone start ringing again just a minute after you arrived to Jenny's apartment and discovered the present Crowley had left for you. You quickly pulled it out to see the familiar three digit number on the screen. You let out a frustrated sigh at who was calling you again and got the boys’ attention before answering the call. "What the hell are you doing, Crowley?"

“Oh, Kitty, isn’t it obvious?” Crowley asked you, wondering why you haven’t caught up to the little game he wanted to play. “I’m killing everyone you and those neanderthals ever saved—the damsels in distress, the innocent whippersnappers, the would-be vampire chow—all of them.”

“How do you even know—” Dean tried to ask the demon a question, but he was quickly cut off.

“I have my sources and a cracking research team. When you kids hit a town, you tend to leave a mess. Now, you’re probably wondering why my droogs aren’t in there giving you the bum’s rush, so let’s bress these tracks, shall we?” You felt your grip around the knife go slightly tighter as you looked around the room, wondering if Crowley was just bluffing. But the place was empty except for the three of you. And Jenny’s charred body. “I’m gonna gut one person every twelve hours until you bring me the demon tablet and stop this whole trials nonsense.”

“We don’t have the tablet.” Sam lied to the demon, hoping it would be enough to buy you some time and figure out another plan to stop Crowley before he could hurt anyone else. “Kevin took it and—”

“I took Kevin. Then someone took him back. Word from the cloud that it wasn’t heaven. So either the cutest little prophet in the world is with you two lads and Y/N, or you better find him tout-bloody-suite because time, she is a-wasting. About now, you’re thinking of ways to stop me. You won't be able to, but you'll try because that's what you do. You try. So, time for an object lesson.” Crowley decided to be nice and throw you another chance at saving a life you already did many years ago. “Indianapolis, the Ivy motel, room one-one-six. You have fifty-seven minutes."

You peeked at the clock on the oven to see that it was a little after eleven. You and the boys had until midnight to find this person and save them from whatever twisted plan Crowley had. When you heard the dial tone come from the other end, you wasted no time getting out of there and back down to the Impala. There was no way in hell you were going to let that bastard win again.

+ + +

On the way to the motel you tried racking your brain for old cases that you worked here to help figure who Crowley might be going after. Maybe he was just pulling at your strings and leading you to another dead body. A warning for the people he was going to pick off if you didn’t do what he said. You felt a nervous knot in your stomach began to form as you cautiously watched the time on the clock as it ticked down to a half an hour until midnight. You were determined to make it there with time to spare and prepare yourself for whatever sort of twist Crowley wanted to throw your way.

Dean stayed behind to collect some things for you while you and Sam rushed to find the motel of Crowley's next victim if you weren't quick enough. Sam rapidly knocked on the door until someone finally answered it after a long grueling minute of waiting. Who you saw answer the door took you by surprise if you had to be honest. Sarah Blake—she was a young woman at the time you first met all the way back in '05. The daughter of an art dealer who got caught in the cross hairs of a spirit of a child who murdered her family and anyone who had taken possession of it. You saved her from the spirit after it trapped her and Sam in the home of the last person who took ownership of the painting.

“Sam.” She spoke the name of a man she hadn't seen in almost eight years. All though she only met him once, the encounter they shared together was something she'd never forget. It took a second he didn't come here alone. You greeted the woman with a forced smile as a sense of fear slowly crossed her face. "What are you doing here?”

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allyredlover · 5 years

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Letter to Taylor Swift

I’m sure she’s probably not even going to read this, but here’s trying. Hi Taylor! I’m Ally. I’m 14 years old, and I’ll be fifteen in June. I just want you to know how much you and your music has impacted me~

When I first heard your music, I was probably about 4 years old. It was sometime in early 2009, and it was nap-time at my preschool. I wasn’t allowed to sleep during nap time by special orders from my mom because if I took a nap, I wouldn’t be able to sleep later that night. So, I had a special little station near the windows where they set up a radio and put the volume on low, so it was only me who could hear. It was on G 105.1, and I heard the song ‘Love Story’ for the first time. I fell in love with it. When I went home, I told my mom that I had listened to a song at nap time by Juliet that was called ‘Love Story’. My mom tried to explain to me that it was Taylor Swift who sung the song, and she was singing about Romeo and Juliet, by Shakespeare. I didn’t quite get it, but my mom showed me all of your other songs and I was absolutely infatuated with your music. It made me feel like a fairytale princess, waiting on my Prince Charming, and as a four year old Disney lover, it was right up my alley (ally-alley? Get it?).

Then a little bit later, in October 2010, Speak Now was released. I absolutely loved it, and I listened to the songs so many times that my Dad and little sister, who was 3, knew all the lyrics. My parents surprised me with tickets to the show, in November of 2011. We live near Raleigh, just for some context. I was something like 7 at that time, and I sung all the words to all the songs, and sometime in the middle, I got so exhausted I fell asleep. I remember waking up hearing you sing ‘Love Story’, as my mom was holding me and talking to this really nice security guard in the main entrance. I was kind of upset that I had fallen asleep, but the part I saw, I absolutely loved.

Fast forward to when Red was released. I think I liked the album even more than the previous ones, and listened to it even more, if that’s possible. I remember my Dad dancing with me in our living room to the song ‘Red’ that was on TV via Pandora. Again, my parents took me to see your concert tour, and I was absolutely psyched. I borrowed my Dad’s fedora, and wore my Speak Now t-shirt that was finally starting to fit. I remember the absolutely massive crowd, and three people holding light up signs that each had a letter that read ‘RED’. Ed Sheehan came out, and the girl with the R took down her sign so it read ‘ED’. I remember you coming on and singing your songs. This time, I made sure I didn’t fall asleep. I sung every song with you, and was so proud of myself for knowing all the lyrics.

1989 came around, and I got the album on the first day. I remember how my friends and I (I was in 5th grade at that point) choreographed all the songs during recess and sang them at the top of our lungs. Unfortunately, my parents didn’t buy tickets for that concert, saying it was too expensive at ~$90 a seat (wait until I started begging them for Hamilton tickets a couple years later-$90 is nothing). I was absolutely totally bummed, but I decided that I would listen to the songs even more to make up for the lack of a concert.

I remember the whole Kim Kardashian thing, and I was completely on your side the whole time. I remember F R E A K I N G O U T when you wiped your Instagram, and even more so when the snake came. Reputation got released and I bought the album and listened to it religiously. I had my first boyfriend at the time, and I was going through a really rough patch during my life, especially after we broke up, and I suffered really really bad from anxiety, depression, panic attacks, and suicidal thoughts. Your songs were my life line. They made me feel like I wasn’t crazy for feeling the ways I did, and the lighter songs on the album made me feel happier, and gave me a lifeline. You didn’t come to Raleigh for your tour, and my parents wouldn’t let me go to see it in D.C. or Atlanta. I was pretty upset, but when the tour special came out on Netflix, I didn’t watch anything else for a whole week.

Now TS7 is coming. Me and my best friend are FREAKING OUT, and we are absolutely certain that we will see it together, no matter how far we have to travel (please not too far Taylor, we’re teens and don’t have too too much money). I’ve always wanted to meet you, and I’ve looked on in envy at those who get to go to the secret sessions. It would make my year if I got to go to one, and I would travel wherever for that chance. I want you to know just how much your music means to me, and how much it has helped me. It’s matched my phases and moods throughout my whole life, and it gave me a lifeline when I needed one the most, and I cannot thank you enough for that. Taylor, you probably won’t get to read this, but I pray that you will. I know I may not be your most social-media active fan, but I love you and your music with all of my heart and soul. I still wear my t-shirts from both tours (which I still fit because god knows I don’t grow), and I hope that someday I can help as many people and touch as many lives as you have. I might not want to be a musician, but epidemiology is really calling for me. I’ve always wanted to help people, like you do.

Thank you for everything 💗🦋

#taylor swift #taylurking #taylornation #taylorlurking #taytay #dealing with anxiety #music #i love her so much #you have no idea #please read this #taylor #swift #swifties

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jinkisbelly · 6 years

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Rest 2.0

Alright, the 23rd of October is my 5th shinee writer anniversary and I rewrote my first shinee fanfiction, Rest. If you want to read the horrid, 2010 stereotype filled story, [x] and aff I hope you find it at least better than the original ^-^ new version link on aff

Pairing: Onho

Rating: pg, bandverse

w/c: 1.2k

Summary: Minho helps Jinki with his headache on the set of the Everybody music video.

He closed his eyes lightly in case of the heavy makeup around his lashes smeared somehow. His right eye itched, but he fought the urge to rub his eyes. His head was pounding. Whether it was from his lack of sleep, lack of food, or the bright lights and noises around him, he wasn’t sure. The group had been going since way before sunrise to prepare for their upcoming comeback. The music video proved to be a long and tiring experience. Why he thought it would be any different, again, he wasn’t sure. Jonghyun was recording his individual shots, Kibum having already finished a few moments ago. He was last after Taemin had finished his. His head lolled a little bit, but he caught it with his hand as he leaned on the arm of the chair with his elbow.

A soft caress touched his hair, fingers moving through the gelled back strands with some difficulty. “Jinki, are you okay?”

Without opening his eyes, he knew who it was. “Better than you when the stylists figure out it was you who messed my hair up.”

Minho pushed his nose against the back of his neck, breath warm and almost soothing as he whispered. “Babe.”

“I’m fine, Ming.” He tried not to focus too much on the pounding in his head when he opened his eyes. “Just a little tired is all. Nothing new.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Mmm, figured you wouldn’t. You have some 6th ‘a member is hurting’ sense.”

“Hey, don’t pick on me when I’m worried about you.” He could almost hear the pout in the man’s voice.

He turned his head when he felt Minho move, smiling softly as the man plays with the fabric of his clothes. “What would you have me do then? I’m waiting for my turn.”

“Come rest a while with me in the dressing room.” He flashed a small, unsure smile, big eyes pleading his case thoroughly. “We can turn off the lights. Just until your turn.”

He glanced over at the set, noticing that they were still setting up for Jonghyun it seemed, before nodding and offering his hand for Minho to take. “Lead the way.”

Soon they found the dressing room. It was empty of people they quickly noticed and Minho led Jinki to the couch up against the wall. Minho took off his outer jacket, laying it over one of the styling chairs, before sitting on one end of the couch. When Jinki sat on the other end Minho was quick to tug him down until his head was resting against his thigh.

He ran a hand softly against Jinki’s hair. “Babe, you need to stop pushing yourself so much.”

Jinki gave him a weak smile. “I know, but we’re used to this Baby.”

Minho frowned slightly, moving to run his fingers down Jinki’s jaw before gently curling their fingers together on Jinki’s stomach. The lights had been turned off when they walked in. “Close your eyes, Sweets. I’ll text Kibum to tell us when Taemin’s done.”

“Mm,” Jinki hummed quietly, enjoying the way Minho’s thumb was moving over the back of his hand. His voice was so soft as he said, “Thanks, Baby.”

XOXOX

“Have you seen Jinki?” Their manager quietly asked the youngest member.

“Last time I saw him he was sitting over there.” Taemin vaguely gestured toward the area he meant.

The man sighed deeply. “You’re the best of help as always, Taemin.”

“You’re welcome.”

A few moments later Kibum was standing behind him, asking, “What did he want?”

“Wanted to know where Jinki Hyung was.” Taemin hummed, flicking the game on his phone screen. “Told him he was over in that general area.”

Kibum rolled his eyes. “Minho took him into the dressing room to rest until it was his turn.”

“Oh,” Taemin locked his phone before asking, “Is he okay?”

“Just tired.” Kibum then gestured toward the set where Jonghyun was stepping down from. “You’re up.”

Taemin fluffed up his fur coat and grinned. “Time to get sexy.”

Kibum groaned.

XOXOX

Half an hour later Minho heard a quiet knock on the dressing room door. He gently pushed the older man’s blond hair back as the door opened and Kibum slipped in. The light was flicked on then and Minho squinted as pain erupted behind his eyes. “Warning next time would be great.”

“The knock was the warning.”

“Oh, piss off.”

Kibum grinned widely before softening seeing Jinki sleeping against Minho’s thigh. “Taemin is about done. It’s Jinki’s turn.”

“Alright, we’ll be out shortly.” Minho smiled, “Thanks.”

“Anything for Jinki.”

Minho glared at him, causing Kibum to laugh as he left the dressing room. Next, Jinki’s cheek was softly tapped. “Come on, sleepy head. It’s time.”

In response, Jinki nuzzled his cheek into Minho’s thigh, groaning softly. When Minho jiggled his leg Jinki rolled onto his back, squinting up at him. He cutely mumbled. “How dare you.”

“Work calls, Sweets.”

Jinki pouted before heaving himself up. He smacked his mouth a few times, looking around as if in a daze. “That was a good nap. I like that nap.”

“I make a good pillow, huh?”

“The best.” Jinki stood and walked toward the mirror, trying to fix his hair at least a little bit. His eye makeup was still okay and haven't smeared too much. He turned with a bright smile. “Let’s get going before they come looking for me.”

XOXOX

Jinki fumbled through his playlist, looking for a song that spoke to him, and when he found one, he laid back, closed his eyes and hummed along to the song. Unannounced to him, Minho was standing in the doorway, gazing at him. Minho noticed how the older man had one of his shirts on, and he smiled as he watched Jinki's foot tap to the beat. He quietly moved to his side of the room they shared, after he closed the door, and lifted his shirt off. He softly nudged the corner of Jinki’s bed with his knee as he ran his fingers through his hair. The older man jumped up, before calming down at the sight of his boyfriend. He pulled his headphones from his ears as an easy smile spread on his lips. “Hey.”

“It’s been a very long day.”

“Then actually come to bed.” Jinki hummed happily when Minho kissed him. He pulled away as the kiss deepened, smirking slightly. “I’m going to bed.”

Minho pressed a kiss to his forehead before climbing over him to his side of the bed, wiggling to get under the covers. He was adjusting his pillow when Jinki pressed a kiss to his cheek. He chuckled lightly when Jinki plopped down on his pillow, connecting his phone to the charger and getting comfortable. Quickly, Minho slipped completely under the blanket and tugged Jinki back against him, nose against his neck. “Goodnight.”

Jinki intertwined their fingers on his stomach, smiling as he closed his eyes. “Goodnight Baby.”

#onho #minho #onew #shinee #minew #jinki #forgive baby shawol me #all I had to go on then were the fics I had read and most of them being onho... just perpetuated the whole umma key thing #I am not proud of where I was then BUT I am proud that I've grown in some way #I hope you enjoy it

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breakmeintosomethingbeautiful · 7 years

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Over a 100 times I’ve fallen more in love with you

1. On December 27th, 2015 when we met and I panicked and handed you a pile of cookies you chuckled and smiled like I wasn’t a crazy mess.

2. On December 27th, 2015 when you let me kiss you first

3. On December 29th, 2015 when you forgot your headphones and you hugged me for 10 minutes straight

4. On February 1st, 2016 when you caught a cold and said you had a secret “rawr” to tell me about

5. On February 21st, 2016 when you let me make you a W.P. for real with a crown and everything

6. On February 21st, 2016 when you told me you loved me

7. On February 21st, 2016 when you danced with me in the bookstore

8. On March 23rd, 2016 when I got to watch you play the sport you love

9. On May 7th, 2016 when I got to meet your dad and awkwardly search for #1 Mom mugs with you

10. On May 7th, 2016 when I got to watch you gush over comic books

11. On May 7th, 2016 when I got to awkwardly sit on your lap in a coffee bean and kiss you

12. On May 30th, 2016 when we saw the Jungle book and cuddled

13. On May 30th, 2016 when you held me and you made me feel home

14. On June 12th, 2016 when you took me to explore the Tempe Marketplace

15. On June 12th, 2016 when we made out my the pool and I could barely let you leave

16. On July 10th, 2016 when you brought me my favorite type of pizza and tea

17. On July 10th, 2016 when I thought I was going to die and you calmed me down

18. On July 10th, 2016 when you made me feel safer than I’ve ever felt before then

19. On July 10th, 2016 when you knew I started to get embarrassed and you just gently cuddled on me to feel comfortable

20. On July 11th, 2016 when you washed my hair and looked at me like I couldn’t get any prettier

21. On July 11th, 2016 when you ate mint chocolate chip ice cream and we watched Home

22. On August 16th, 2016 when you were my blanket at Brandi Carlisle

23. On August 21st, 2016 when you screamed “I don’t care about my bad reputation” and I saw all of the love you had for every note of that song

24. On August 21st, 2016 when I got to spend the whole night kissing you at home

25. On September 16th, 2016 when you made me laugh by wearing my goggles and giggling from amusement

26. On September 16th, 2016 when you wrapped your arms around me waiting for Crystal Castles

27. On September 16th, 2016 when you spent the night in my dorm for the first time

28. On October 1st, 2016 when I got to take you on a real date to the art museum and I got to see you fall in love with the art around you

29. On October 2nd, 2016 when you let me dye your hair pink and you secretly kissed me

30. On October 11th, 2016 when you fell in love with green smoothies at D’lite

31. On October 15th, 2016 when the three of us spent the day going to the comic book festival

32. On October 15th, 2016 when you broke my lamp and kissed me endlessly to make up for it

33. On October 28th, 2016 when I got to see you play flag football and watch you eat peach rings

34. On November 6th, 2016 when you gave me my first and best undercut

35. On November 12th, 2016 when you ate the hottest salsa and continued to have a smile on your face

36. On November 12th, 2016 when you were so sleepy you didn’t even want to put your shirt on

37.On December 10th, 2016 when you picked my sister up for all of us to have breakfast

38. On December 10th, 2016 when we attempted to have alone time and only got 15 minutes

39. On December 10th, 2016 when we began to wear our distance bracelets so we are always connected

40. On December 10th, 2016 when you ate dessert with me and you sang along to ABBA

41. On December 31st, 2016 when I saw you help your cousins light firecrackers

42. On December 31st, 2016 when you kissed me at midnight for a new year and one year together

43. On January 1st, 2017 when we made breakfast together for the first real time

44. On January 1st, 2017 when we stole back my bed and you needed help up

45. On January 2nd, 2017 when I got to wake up next to you for the second time in a row

46. On January 2nd, 2017 when you smiled because I made mini pot pies

47. On January 3rd, 2017 when we watched Netflix together and cuddled

48. On January 3rd, 2017 when you declared that the Greek fries were the best and you LOVED your haircut

49. On January 3rd, 2017 when you laughed when I insisted I didn’t need a basket for all of my groceries

50. On January 3rd, 2017 when you almost exploded and you became the official raspberry queen

51. On January 3rd, 2017 when you hugged me and kissed me until I stopped crying about missing you

52. On January 5th, 2017 when you made your nose look like an alien on Skype and made me almost peeing myself

53. On January 7th, 2017 when you called me and dragged me out of the house to go be silly teenagers

54. On January 7th, 2017 when you got really excited at the hippie gypsy and saw all of the Mexican blankets

55. On January 7th, 2017 when you were being silly and we took a bunch of silly photos

56. On January 7th, 2017 when you insisted you there needed to be an Alf on the front door

57. On January 8th, 2017 when you were jamming out to crystal castles and dance

58. On January 8th, 2017 when you mooned Mackenzie and laughed really hard

59. On January 8th, 2017 when you were excited to get breakfast with Mackenzie and have friend time

60. On January 12th, 2017 when I got upset and you said I wasn’t annoying, I’m Alihi.

61. On January 27th, 2017 when I surprised you after work and you rested your feet on me and we listened to your dad’s jokes

62. On January 28th, 2017 when I met all of your family and you were super happy to be with the people you love.

63. On February 12th, 2017 when you brought me sunflowers

64. On February 14th, 2017 when you surprised me in between classes with flowers, a care, and a beautiful smile.

65. On February 18th, 2017 when you kissed me awake and went with me to a dumb baseball game

66. On February 19th, 2017 when you got me to work perfectly on time

67. On February 20th, 2017 when you waited for me to get out of class and brought me taquitos

68. On February 22nd, 2017 when you said we should be wild women in the woods and live off the land

69. On March 4th, 2017 when we talked and then made love

70. On March 11th, 2017 when I got back to your dads and you were there with a big smile on your face to greet me

71. On March 12th, 2017 when we were cleaning and you kept teasing me

71. On March 13th, 2017 when I played hooky and I visited you at work and you’d just look over and wink and smile at me

72. On March 18th, when you spent the whole day with me wearing your cute pineapple shirt

73. On March 18th, 2017 when we both got some extra luck

74. On March 18th, 2017 when you laughed the hardest at “deflowering the princess”

75. On March 19th, 2017 taking a nap curled up into one another

76. On March 19th, 2017 watching you dance your heart out at Pot of Gold

77. On March 19th, 2017 you holding me and kissing me until I forced myself into my dorm room

78. On March 24th, 2017 when you got really happy I came to your track meet and you cuddle me in the dust

79. On March 25th, 2017 when we had Chuck Box and your butt looked perfectly grab-able in your track pants

80. On March 28th, 2017 when you got us Dutch and kissed me and I could feel how badly you wanted me

81. On April 2nd, 2017 when you surprised me and called me and told me to look out my window and you were there

82. On March 29th, 2017 you drove me home from PATD and held me after all the drama

83. On April 2nd, 2017 you waited for me while I was at work and bought me donuts just because I asked

84. On April 2nd, 2017 you ate all the leftovers with me and let me convince you to watch lock up

85. On April 8th, 2017 when you came to Myka’s birthday in your bucket hat with a big smile just for me

86. On April 8th, 2017 when you got really excited that we’d eat at Palermo’s just for you

87. On April 14th, 2017 when you got home and just cuddled me on the couch

88. On April 15th, 2017 when we went got coffee and burritos and then shopping for the formal outfit for the Mayor’s dinner and you found the cutest green shirt and you just looked so content

89. On April 16th, 2017 when we made trouble until the alarm went off for 5 minutes straight

90. On April 18th, 2017 when bought me a yummy and healthy dinner

91. On April 18th, 2017 when you just danced to Empire the Sun and you were so happy

92. On April 21st, 2017 when you called me and surprised me and invited me to have Asian food with you and Keith

93. On April 24th, 2017 when I skipped class and we ate lunch at the dining hall, eating tacos

94. On April 27th, 2017 when you rescued me after work and took me to get Hilal Guys

95. On April 28th, 2017 when you took me to Palermo’s for a date and Meaty was there to light a big smile on your face

96. On April 28th, 2017 when you took me grocery shopping and couldn’t help but tease me because I love food so much

97. On April 28th, 2017 when you let me help you get dressed for your fancy ceremony and you looked all professional

98. On April 28th, 2017 when you got all excited that I set up everything for having people over

99. On April 29th, 2017 when we ate breakfast and you helped me buy and prep all of the food

100. On April 29th, 2017 when Ruby and you got really excited to see one another and she sat right on your lap

101. On April 30th, 2017 when you and Keith helped me move out and we had a day full of Oregano’s, farts, diapers and baby showers

102. On April 30th, 2017 when that guy started asking us funny questions and when you looked at me and I knew you thought what I thought, “Is he going to ask about what our sex life?”

103. On April 30th, 2017 when we had a pasta dinner and Zach and Q over for dinner and we got to just enjoy each other’s company

104. On April 30th, 2017 when I fell asleep in your arms and you woke me up with a kiss

105. On May 1st, 2017 when I was all emotional and you calmed me down and helped boost my confidence for my exams

106. On May 2nd, 2017 when you called me and reassured me that I would do great

107. On May 3rd, 2017 when you sent me a cute text to make sure I got my butt out of bed with a great big smile

108. On May 5th, 2017 when you spent the whole afternoon smiling and cuddling me while I went crazy moving out of the dorm

109. On May 5th, 2017 when we got liquid nitrogen icecream and you got coffee icecream and had the cutest smile on your face

110. On May 14th, 2017 when we waited for 2 and ½ hours for Lolo’s and when the food came out you had the biggest smile on your face because you loved it so much.

111. On May 15th, 2017 when we had greek fries and hung out with Zach and you insisted that we see the puppies because you know I love them and we got the cutest fossil wallets

112. On May 15th, 2017 after the mission you went on you came home and gave me lots of kisses so I knew you were home safe.

113. On May 16th, 2017 when you had me go on the mission with you and you were super happy I came

114. On May 17th, 2017 when you were super excited after your long workout for the wings and donuts I surprised you with

115. On May 17th, 2017 when you held me in your arms until we both figured out what our plan was for the next while

116. On May 18th, 2017 when we cuddled and had macaroni and cheese for breakfast and watched youtube

117. On May 22nd, 2017 when you made your first pizza and you were beyond excited about it

118. On May 22nd, 2017 when you got super excited to play in the McDonald’s playground with Eddie

119. On May 23rd, 2017 when we made trouble most of the afternoon in the living room

120. On May 23rd, 2017 you took me to Costco and got water bottles with me because I couldn’t wait to get them

121. On May 24th, 2017 you sang I Can’t Help Falling in Love with You by Elvis and smiled at me with one of the biggest grins as you sang every word

122. On May 29th, 2017 when you snuck the bad white cards back into the deck while playing cards against humanity with your mom for Keith’s 15th birthday

123. On May 30th, 2017 when you got super excited after climbing the top of every rock wall you tried

124. On May 31st, 2017 when you let me hang out with you and Morgan for the afternoon on our way to Tucson

125. On June 1st, 2017 when you loved the food at Kampai, you beat me at the obstacle course at the trampoline place, you met my grandpa for real, and you loved my favorite eegees flavor

126. On June 2nd, 2017 you put up with my mom for Guardians 2, went on a wild goose chase for candy and Anita’s Tortillas and went swimming with some of the crazies in my life.

127. On June 3rd, 2017 you had some of the most fun I’ve seen feeding all of the animals at the Picacho Ranch

128. On June 4th, 2017 when we embarked on our first diet together and even when I was feeling hungry you kissed me so good I could forget

129. On June 5th, 2017 when we decided that the diet wasn’t going to work and your reasoning was lunch with your grandparents

130. On June 7th, 2017 when you got super excited for chorizo with Q and Taylen and we played drunk Cards Against Humanity

131. On June 8th, 2017 When you comforted me the whole from the check engine light to getting up every time I had to throw up from food poisoning

132. On June 9th, 2017 when you whooped my ass in go carts your first time and played with me in the arcade when I didn’t want to play any more mini golf

133. On June 9th, 2017 when we went on a mini-adventure and found all the baby ducks and you got so excited you literally ran to find them

134. On June 10th, 2017 when you couldn’t believe there was a bear store and you loved it and then you found Zach the best gift and you felt super accomplished

135. On June 11th, 2017 when we took our time back from Pinetop and you bought us the cutest bear necklaces

136. On June 11th, 2017 you were so excited about everyone’s gifts you hand delivered them all

137. On June 12th, 2017 when you took me to lunch with Eddie and Meaty and you were just so glad to see them

138. On June 13th, 2017 when you couldn’t stop making thirsty hoe jokes until you got a big bottle of water

139. On June 14th, 2017 when you said goodbye and then ran around the car and kissed me one last time before I left

140. On June 18th, 2017 the fact that your here loving me before you leave for bootcamp

141. On June 18th, 2017 the fact that you’re following your dream goals

#kaley #mine

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apartyinmymouth · 7 years

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Chicken Fried Me.

My love affair with Fried Chicken got the better of me one fateful day in the fall of 2015. Let me start by saying that I’ve loved the Crispy Crunchy Crack (CCK) for as long as I can remember and no, it isn’t because I’m a black magic woman (despite known stereotypes)! In my experienced albeit opinion, fried chicken preparation is a matter of specific preference much like pancakes, eggs and steamed white rice. All relatively basic dishes but complex in their simplicity. Simply put, no two people like their pancakes the same. The second-time Julia Roberts and Richard Gere met on screen they found themselves in a fully conceptualized plot line sequence centered around breakfast eggs, in the movie Runaway Bride. Which brings us to the topic of chicken, Fried. I tend to enjoy my birds minus the breading or heavy batter (a light coating isn’t awful) skin and meat seasoned well with tons of garlic, the perfect amount of salt and frizzled to crispy perfection! Yummmmm :-) My Aunt Valerie makes the best CCK I’ve ever eaten, hands down. I would go so far as to say every birthday party I had until about 13years old (when we graduated from kiddie parties to necking w/ teenage boys in the back of a movie theater) featured Val’s cocks on the menu. Gourmet preparations don’t quite cut it for me. CCK is comfort food and some things are just meant to soothe the soul, not be camera ready for a close-up in the April issue of Bon Appétit. The less fancy, the better. Long after my parents ``moved on up” from The Bronx to the suburbs in Westchester County, NY senior year in H.S. My home-girl Andrea Barna and I would skip 5th and 6th periods to make the 45 minute drive from Chappaqua to Gun Hill Road to cop a 6-piece hot wings and fries’ combo from Kennedy Fried Chicken (had to go back to the city for this delicacy lol). Kennedy had this Jewish American girl stuck on stupid and hooked like a well strung out junkie!

Before recent, on any given weekday all spring and summer, you could find me from about 5pm until at my favorite little Brazilian hole in the wall on Hester & Ludlow St. Barzinho- owned by a dude named Leo who’s literally Skepta’s doppelgänger was treasure of an authentic Brazilian food joint on the border of Chinatown and LES. Leo after having lived in Brazil for over a decade decided to open a small f&f spot where diners could watch vintage episodes of Soul Train screened on the walls while feasting on the greatest street food outside of Rio– cochinas, feijoada, quejo, etc. and truly the BEST frango (Brazilian style fried chicken) I’ve ever, EVER eaten! Pair the frango with copious rounds of caipirinhas and you have a meal and moment to die for! I think I spent the entire 2014 there and for sure partook in several late-night cat naps on the row of chairs behind the bar (we used to chief in the bathroom in between meals into the wee hours. of the night ;-) I can affirm that it was a sad day in New York when Leo finally closed its doors last November. Further proof of the end of an era… Still, me and the CCK continued to rock on!

Whenever my guilty pleasure took hold of me, I’d high tail my tushy to the nearest Popeye’s for a 2-piece w/ a biscuit and mash ;) Or on a late night after party creep, a center breast situation from Crown Fried Chicken (easily found on any 3 block radius in every borough) was my savior. So, it should come as no surprise when I tell you I met myself at a moment of nostalgia in early October 2015, October 14 to be exact. I’d started the transition from New York City to Los Angeles 3 months’ prior a and had been living bi-coastal by this time. I was due back in LA for a 2day work trip before I would set out on a much-needed vacation. Upon arrival to LAX I started out on the drive from the airport to my company’s apartment on 2nd St & Sycamore Avenue. Driving North on La Cienega Blvd I turn off on 3rd St to shoot east towards La Brea. As I’m driving across I pass a KFC (stares the devil in the face) and get a waft of that crispy, crackly tray of golden brown, bringing me right back to my childhood. I digress for a moment because the surprise here is that though I love The Fried Chicken, I’m not much of a fan of KFC. It hasn’t tasted right since it’s earlier days as Kentucky Fried Chicken (shortened the name and out went the goodness and in came the GMOs). I’d sooner opt for Roy Rogers or any Chinese restaurant’s version of 4 wings and pork fried rice.

But this day was different, whatever it was I smelled took hold of me and I was 10 years old again. I needed a sample, just a small taste. How harmful could that be, right?! RIGHT. I skirted up to the drive-thru window, ordered my leg-wing & a biscuit and peeled off across 3rd to get me and my box ‘o glory home, quickly. Two bites into what looked like Howard The Duck’s artificial leg and I knew I’d made a grave mistake. I forced finished one piece so that It wasn’t a complete waste (there are starving people on Skid Row.) With each bite, I could hear my tummy questioning what was coming down my trachea. She was like “Girl, stop while you’re ahead!” A spoonful of more potatoes and I threw away the remains. It was at this exact moment when my intestines took on a life of their own. Both large and small decided that Jesus needed to take the wheel. I laid down with the comfort that my stomach is strong and after all the things it’s encountered over my culinary years, it can pretty much pass through anything. Let’s just say I got very little sleep that night and woke up the following morning feeling as though a sledgehammer had gone through my lower back and my stomach was speaking in tongues. I know what you’re thinking, “you ate some bad food, we’ve all been there, what’s the big whoop?!” The big whoop here is that I was scheduled to return to New York that afternoon and fly to Jamaica for a holiday the following day.

I digress again quickly to note that I go to JA about 2twice a year for as long as I can remember, to refuel. At times, I travel alone other times- friends’ family, lovers, etc. join in. This trip my friend Julia (new transport to NYC from Berlin) was coming along for some fun in the sun.

Much to her dismay the girl she met at the gate at JFK airport was not who she expected to travel alongside. Instead of me shimmying my way to the seat (which is my typical pre-vacay boarding steez) I stood at the front of the ticket line at a 6:20 position, skin tone slightly gray in color. I assured her there was nothing to fear and no reason to worry. I’ll be as good as new once we get to Negril, eat a good meal and rest in front of my beloved Caribbean Sea. We arrive at Sangster Airport in Montego Bay and like clockwork Norman (who’s been picking me up for the past 11 years) spies us and embraces me with a warm yet concerning smile. We begin the 2-and-a-half-hour drive from Mo Bay to Negril to arrive at my secret hideaway (If I told you, it would no longer be ;-) on the far end of West Mile Road. I’m happy as a pig in shit because I’m home, one of my favorite places in the world, but physically speaking, I’m fucked up! Julia, doing her best to comfort me, could sense it too. By this time, I’m 3days into this stomach bug, nothing has been able to remedy or relieve me and now my overactive imagination is in overdrive! I’m convinced something’s either living inside of me or this chicken I ate that was clearly fried in a month's old grease is violently lodged inside my gut and only a colonic will offer any reprieve.

A last-minute colonic, in Negril, on a Friday, Sure. And just like that, EUREKA the solution comes to me. An Enema- I need an enema to pass this crap out my body. But I’m in the country, where am I getting an enema from and more importantly, who’s gonna’ administer it?! First things first, I found the receptionist who sent the driver dung di road (Yardie voice) to get me a pill (medicine). The driver returned with what looked like a douche receptacle from Summer’s Eve but not quite. Half-way there. Excited that relief is only a few moments away, I dash to Jules’ bungalow for assistance. (I mean, we are friends, both girls and isn’t that what friends are for?!) The digression to follow is necessary lol. To my S&TC cult follower readers, remember the episode when Carrie’s diaphragm was lodged deep inside her vagina and Samantha had to help her get it out?! Well, imagine a similar scenario in Jules’ bedroom only this time I’m face down, ass up (I would’ve killed a Luke video) on her bed and being the brave soul she was, proceeded to spread my cheeks apart, insert the suppository and squeeze, squeeze, squeeze. With each squish, the rush of fluid up my rectum felt euphoric. Oh - this is good, it’s working, I can feel it. Hahah! The instructions said that once complete, I was to lay flat on my stomach for a few minutes or until the urge to poop became overwhelming. That’s easy, I felt the urge as she was quashing me. Quick sidebar- you wouldn’t assume because I’m a tall glass of water, but I’m a slim thick and my derriere is quite substantial lol. They (DJ Khalid voice) will tell you it’s the best kept secret in New York, real talk ;-)

So, there we were, my home-girl, more acquainted with my anatomy than anyone outside my man, gynecologist or bikini wax technician and I hoping for a miracle. And as the devil would have it, NONE. My posture dropped to 6:30 and I was irritated as fuck! Did I REALLY need a taste of that disgusting death in a box?! Help didn’t arrive until the following afternoon when the facial technician, aptly named Maxine (my mother’s name) offered her mother’s home grown remedy sure to cure “Every Ting.” Noticing my discomfort while massaging the impurities out of my face, Max vowed to return later that evening with a bush made concoction that would get me square biz in no time! A greenish liquid comprised of varying plants (one named Dog’s Blood, more similar to a four-leaf clover than anything Old Yeller would express) and roots -lots of roots is what finally cured me. Thank Jehovah! By the following morning, I felt like a new woman and not surprisingly, 5 pounds lighter! First order of business, a dive off the high bridge on the property into mother ocean greeting her with my return :- )

I don’t subscribe to the idea of coincidences. All things, tangible and intangible, exist on a frequency and for a reason. I do believe It was the spirit of both my mother (Maxine) and grandmother (Joyce) channeled through Maxine the wonderful facial specialist that saved me and my tummy. Suffice it to say, my love for fried chicken remained but from that moment on, I vowed to give up fast food as a guilty pleasure all together and to never EVER step foot inside a KFC again, bringing new meaning to the meme of a pre-diabetic weight loss, oversize Rick Ross standing in front of a giant size bucket of KFC with the caption “I Pray to God I look My Killer in His Eyes.” :-) –APIMM

Playlist for this entry from my schizophrenic iPod.

“Déranger Les Pierres” –Carla Bruni “Love Song” -The Cure “Come Undone” –Duran Duran “Alone With You” –Tevin Campbell “Un-thinkable” –Alicia Keys feat. Drake “Why Don’t We Fall in Love” –Amerie “The Flyest” –Nas & AZ “Santorini Greece” –Rick Ross “Full Moon” –Brandy “Bring Me Down”- Kanye West feat. Brandy “Warning” –The Notorious BIG “Is that Yo Bitch (Original Version)” –Jay Z feat. Missy Elliott “You, Me, Him & Her” -Jay Z feat. Beanie Sigel, Memphis Bleek & Amil “Queen Bitch” –Lil Kim “So Appalled” –Kanye West feat. Jay Z, Pusha T, Swiss Beatz, RZA & Prynce Cy Hi “The Heart Part 4” –Kendrick Lamar “Black Skinhead” –Kanye West “Don’t Walk Away” -Jade “Get it Together” –Drake feat. Black Coffee & Jorja Smith “Ice Melts” –Drake feat. Young Thug “Tempted to Touch” –Beres Hammond “I’m Not a Substitute Lover” –Half Pint

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thepurplewhale · 6 years

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La ballena morada

In my first publication I'd like to tell whoever is reading this the story behind 'The Purple Whale' and why I created this blog.

I am from the Netherlands and here in our small and happy country I study Spanish. For my semester abroad I went to Seville, Spain. Here I met my very first boyfriend, Pascual. My whole life I have been struggling with my love life and feeling happy. After 20 years I had finally found my happiness.

The 26th of September 2017 we saw each other for the first time and a few days later, the 4th of October, we had our first date. Two months and one day of dating follow. In our country we celebrate a holiday called 'Sinterklaas'. It's a bit like Christmas, because we give each other presents and have dinner together. He thought it was sad that I wasn't going to receive any presents that day, so he bought me a new backpack, a poinsettia and a printed photo of us both when we were on a trip to Ronda and Setenil. At that moment I knew he was the man I had been looking for all my life. The 5th of December, we had a relationship, officially.

We spent as much time as possible together, because my stay abroad was going to end the 1st of February. One day earlier, we went to the rooftop of his flat, where we admired the amazing view, talking about our relationship and our moments together. That was the best day of my life.

So, the 1st of February, we had to say goodbye for about 1,5 month. He was from Valencia and I was going to see him there during a festival called 'Las Fallas' on the 14th of March until the 22nd. Meanwhile, I was already studying and going to my association's activities. The 6th of March, 8 days before I was going to see him again, we had an activity which involved a lot of beer. During midnight, at the end of the activity, while I was quite drunk, I saw I had a Facebook messenger request from his cousin. My whole world collapsed. My whole life seemed a lie and this world hated us so much. The pain and sadness I experienced that moment wasn't fair. This world is unfair. Life is unfair.

The message said that my dear Pascual had passed away due to a gas leak in his apartment after he took a nap. He never woke up. Some time before, he and his flatmates had already complained about the apartment smelling like gas, but the landlord didn't do anything. The gas could always escape, because the door to the outside was always open. During a storm, it closed. The gas couldn't escape anymore and entered his room.

If I would've been alone that night, when I read that message, I would have killed myself. I know I would have. But my friends were there and called my parents. They picked me up and took me to my hometown.

The next day, I woke up and was hoping it was a nightmare. It wasn't. Of course I couldn't forgive myself if I wasn't going to say goodbye, forever. We booked some flights, but figured we might arrive to late. My dad told us to get in the car and we drove 20 hours in one go to Valencia. The 20 most terrible hours of my life. When we arrived, he wasn't there yet. The day after, during the evening, his parents arrived and so did his body. At the funeral parlour, I met his parents. A terrible - but at the same time - a beautiful moment.

Then I saw him, laying in his coffin very peacefully. We were separated by a window. It was like he could wake up any moment. But he didn't. That night I stayed there. I couldn't leave him. I didn't want to. When I woke up, the first part of his family and friends arrived. Later, his grandparents, who didn't know he was gay, arrived and his aunts told me they'd introduce me to them as a friend. I didn't agree, but I had to tell them it was okay. Later that afternoon, just before the mass started, I could go see him. I left him my handwritten last words, the same photo he gave me and a little pluche of a whale. I touched him for the last time. I kissed him for the last time. The hardest thing I've ever done. Then I gave my speech, in front of his entire family who didn't know me. The same words I'd left him. I didn't care about his grandparents. They should know and be proud that their grandson made another guy very happy.

After the mass we went to the crematory. The last thing I did for him - while he was still physically with us - was carrying him inside. His friends showed us a collection of photos and played his final song: Dancing Queen by ABBA. It's still very hard for me to listen to it. I had my eyes closed the entire song and I was back at the rooftop of his flat, dancing and kissing with him. He was with me. He'll always be with me.

My parents and I stayed in Valencia for two more days to meet up with his parents and sister. They showed me around, as he would have done. They gave me a bouquet with seven roses, like he was going to do the 14th of March. We became very close. Before we left, they gave me some of his ashes, some belongings, like clothes and a Pokémon pluche I gave him.

When we got back home, I didn't want to stay with my parents because of the terrible atmosphere at home. I needed my friends, so I took the bus to the city where I study.

For a long time I've been ignoring my feelings, but one night I broke. I realised I've got a depression. Again. So many negative thoughts are running through my head. You're not worth it. You're useless and won't make any difference in this world. You're only making people worry about you. This world is against you and doesn't want you to live. After so many years, you found love and happiness, but the world took it away from you just like that. Just kill yourself. Then the pain will be over.

Two of my friends forced me to get help. I did. And I think it's helping me. Step by step. Sometimes my mind is still telling me to get a knife and slit my wrists, or empty a pack of pills, but I can't hurt the people that care about me and love me. If there wasn't anyone who cares about me, I could just end it and that's what makes me feel trapped in this world. At first I thought I didn't want to live anymore, but now because of the therapy sessions, I realised I don't want THIS life anymore. I'm not ignoring or denying my feelings anymore and I just let them be. I'm allowed to be vulnerable and to cry whenever I want. I took of my mask and started telling the truth when people close to me ask me how I'm doing.

To process all that happened, I got a tattoo to honor Pascual. When we were together, we were also eating together. We'd eat a lot, so we were joking about getting fat together. One day, he called me a whale and since then we were team whale. His favourite colour was purple, so what I wanted as a tattoo wasn't difficult to decide.

The 27th of April, until the 7th of May he would have come to the Netherlands to visit me and meet my family and friends. Those days were terrible. There was only one thing I could think these ten days: everything I'm doing right now, I would have done that with him. That thought was tormenting me every second.

The 6th of June was my birthday. Exactly 3 months later. I wasn't really looking forward to it, but I turned 21 and apparently that's a special age, so I did meet up with some friends to have some drinks, but it was very ambiguous.

In July I'm going to visit his family and friends by myself and in August I'm going back to Seville, since I've got all my memories with him in that beautiful city. I'm going with my mom, so there will be someone in case I need some company. That trip is going to be a very emotional one, but I need to go back to re-experience those moments. I'm trying to plan as many things as possible to have a positive looking future. Also by booking a trip to Reykjavik, Iceland with one of my friends.

On this page, I will be posting about fun stuff I want to share, but also about my depression when I need to release some anger or sadness, knowing or hoping that there will be at least someone reading my story. I printed the entire whatsapp chat I had with him - 602 pages in total - to have it next to me when I'm writing about us. I'm doing okay these days. My friends and family are supporting me as much as they can and I know that I'll be fine someday.

#whale #purple #gay love #gay #sevilla #valencia #spain #nederlands #dutch #erasmus #long distant love #long distance

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41 Tweets For Parents Who Run On Coffee And Wine

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41 Tweets For Parents Who Run On Coffee And Wine

When you’re a parent, it takes a lot to get through the day. Or maybe it just takes coffee. And wine.

In honor of all the parents who run on these twin elixirs of life, we’ve rounded up some hilariously relatable tweets on the subject. Cheers!

If a parent tells you they don’t have a favorite they’re lying. Coffee is their favorite.

— MyQuestionableLife (@2questionable) November 28, 2017

Five Little Monkeys jumping on the bed

One fell off and bumped his head

Mama sipped wine and said, “told ya.”

— ThisOneSays (@ThisOneSayz) May 1, 2017

Before kids: “Oh I don’t drink coffee”

1 kid: “I’ll have one cup, lots of cream & sugar”

2 kids: “THE WHOLE POT BLACK YES I KNOW IT’S HOT”

— Wendy S. (@maughammom) June 16, 2016

All parents want is to just get through half a cup of coffee before someone starts crying about putting on socks.

— 🎄Sarcastic Mommy🎄 (@sarcasticmommy4) November 11, 2015

Shout out to my five year old for always being there for me.

Like every time I think about giving up wine she reminds me why I shouldn’t..

— MommieKnowsfresh (@MommieKnwsFresh) November 15, 2017

Me, to kids: “Yes, I’ll play, as soon as I finish my coffee.”

(Genius! We all know parents never get to actually finish a cup of coffee.)

— Stephanie Ortiz (@Six_Pack_Mom) July 3, 2017

The recipe never mentions how much wine you will need to get through baking cookies with your kids.

— Simon Holland (@simoncholland) December 21, 2016

Wife: *gift wraps a bottle of wine*

Me: Who’s that for?

Wife: Me.

— James Breakwell (@XplodingUnicorn) December 19, 2017

I didn’t have time to have my coffee before drop off this morning. Anyway. Hopefully I brought them to the right school.

— Lurkin’ Mom (@LurkAtHomeMom) September 22, 2016

How do you get a red wine stain off a baby?

— kelly oxford (@kellyoxford) March 3, 2013

Just made a coffee instead of having a 3pm wine, god I’m such a health nut

— Valerie (@ValeeGrrl) May 5, 2017

Me: I prevented a tantrum. Wife: How? Me: I found the wine opener. Wife: Oh, it was MY tantrum.

— dadpression (@Dadpression) February 21, 2018

If I didn’t have kids, I would have to live my life not knowing which wine pairs best with Dino nuggets.

— 🎄Sarcastic Mommy🎄 (@sarcasticmommy4) March 28, 2017

My mom always had a coffee cup in the bathroom, and it always grossed me out. Today in my first week home as a parent I drank my coffee on the actual toilet. pic.twitter.com/cJnzkLwbXT

— Abbi Crutchfield (@curlycomedy) January 15, 2018

Parenting Level: Approving my kids’ friends based on which parents I think would drink wine with me during playdates.

— Wendy S. (@maughammom) May 7, 2015

I’d love a VIP line at my coffee shop for parents whose kids have never slept well

— HowToBeADad (@HowToBeADad) September 15, 2016

“I got in a fight at Michaels over glitter glue once, so you should probably step aside.”

-Me, to a guy buying the last of my favorite wine

— Lady Lawya 🍾🎉 (@Parkerlawyer) May 5, 2017

Before coffee: I’m a hot mess.

After coffee: I’m a caffeinated hot mess.

— Ramblin’ Mama (@ramblinma) December 16, 2017

Watching out the window for husband to get home with my wine & this is the adult version of waiting for the ice cream truck

— Valerie ❤️s Presents (@ValeeGrrl) March 10, 2017

If you invite me to your kid’s morning birthday party and don’t give me coffee then I’ll invite you to my kid’s night party and not give you wine.

— Kelcey Kintner (@mamabirddiaries) December 2, 2017

Nap time is dead. In memoriam, we ask that you send wine in lieu of flowers.

— MyMomologue (@MyMomologue) October 10, 2016

If anyone tells you I’m rude or bitchy, keep in mind that today I apologized to the microwave when I spilled coffee in it.

— Housewife of Hell (@HousewifeOfHell) December 20, 2017

Didn’t realize how much motherhood had changed me until I army crawled in & out of my sleeping baby’s room to get my 1/2 cup of cold coffee.

— Ash (@adult_mom) March 16, 2016

It’s not fair how parents drink all the coffee but the caffeine goes straight to the kids.

— OneFunnyMummy (@OneFunnyMummy) July 28, 2017

My 1-year-old threw her grapes on the ground and stomped on them. I’d clean them up, but I’m halfway to wine.

— James Breakwell (@XplodingUnicorn) July 23, 2013

Me: “This wine isn’t very good.”

Also me: “I’ll just finish it to clean up things.”

— Foxy Wine Pocket (@FoxyWinePocket) November 29, 2017

I was doing dishes tonight & my 3yo said, “Wine. Mommy need wine.”

So now she’s my favorite.

— Unfiltered Mama (@UnfilteredMama) July 10, 2017

There’s no calm before the storm quite like drinking coffee before the kids wake up.

— SHANtilly Lace (@theshantilly) June 29, 2017

My son announced a plan to “trap” Santa that involves cookies and wine and I was like not gonna lie that shit will absolutely work

— Valerie (@ValeeGrrl) December 20, 2017

Plan: put kids to bed, drink a glass of wine

Real life: put kids to bed, drink a glass of wi… Put kids back to bed, take a sip of wine Stick wine glass in fridge, put kids to bed again Get out wine, sit on couch, fall asleep

— here comes the son (@idtweetforever) November 29, 2017

If you haven’t told your kids that wine is made out of whiny children then congratulations I guess you’re a better parent than me.

— Lurkin’ Mom (@LurkAtHomeMom) July 15, 2016

I’ve been on a trip and really miss my kids…wait this coffee tastes weird. It’s like all hot and stuff.

— Beau Coffron (@lunchboxdad) January 25, 2016

Was just thinking Wife’s move of holding wine high and steady as child jumps on lap is probably something a lot of moms have perfected

— dadpression (@Dadpression) July 24, 2016

Telling a 2 year old “Don’t make a mess” is like asking me to give up wine. It just ain’t gonna happen.

— MommieKnowsfresh (@MommieKnwsFresh) April 8, 2015

Moms know how to persevere. We’ll reheat 1 cup of coffee over & over again because we WILL drink our coffee hot if it’s the last thing we do

— Toni Hammer (@realtonihammer) September 7, 2017

Doing homework with your kids really shows you what you’re made of. Currently I’m made of tears, rage and wine.

— MyQuestionableLife (@2questionable) April 20, 2017

Non-parents gift guide for toddlers: Buy boxed wine. When the parents are done with the wine, the kid can play with the box. Win-win.

— Tara Brown (@Faux_Ma) September 4, 2016

Me: what should I do?

Dentist: stop eating sugar, drinking coffee and wine, cut back on stress..

Me: right but like realistically

— Lurkin’ Mom (@LurkAtHomeMom) September 8, 2017

Any Mom that has to attend two Christmas concerts should be met at the door with wine.

— Chelle (@FabMommy29) December 14, 2017

Sleep is for the weak-I whisper as I cry into my 5th cup of coffee.

— Jennifer Lizza (@outsmartedmommy) December 18, 2017

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midseason breaks really suck ass

But here’s the latest from my facebook memories. 2009/2017

***********FOODOLOGY*************** 1. What is your salad dressing of choice? honey dijon. Ranch. 2. What is your favorite sit-down restaurant? tgi friday's. Usually Applebee’s. Gotta have me some quesadilla burgers. I also love BJ’s Brewhouse and Bob Evans. 3. What food could you eat every day for two weeks and not get sick of? wings. Pizza. 4. What are your pizza toppings of choice? cheese, pepperoni, and hot sauce. Cheese. 5.What do you like to put on your toast? butter. Butter for use with fried eggs, grape jelly for scrambled. I don’t eat toast unless it’s with eggs. 6. Any vegetables you don't like? not really. i thoroughly enjoy vegetables. I stopped liking broccoli several years ago. 7. Do you eat seafood? no. Still no. Never will. ***********TECHNOLOGY*************** 1. How many televisions are in your house? three. Four total, three that are hooked up. 2. What color cell phone do you have? black. Grey. 3. How long would it take you to look up who invented the Rubber Band? seconds. the interwebs are cool like that. A really long time because I don’t feel like it. 4. Have any idea how many megahertz your computer has? no. i'm sure dave could tell me but i don't know. No. But I’m pretty sure they run in gigahertz now. ***************BIOLOGY****************** 1. Are you right-handed or left-handed? left. Lefty. Hail Satan. 2. Have you ever had anything removed from your body? tonsils. Tonsils and gallbladder. 3. What is the last heavy item you lifted? maranda. Marshall. 4. Have you ever been knocked unconscious? i had a concussion when i was five. I don’t remember the fall that caused the concussion knocking me unconscious. I just remember my babysitter yelling at me for trying to take a nap because I wasn’t supposed to fall asleep. ************BULLCRAPOLOGY************** 1. If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die? no. Meh. Idk. 2. If you could change your name, what would you change it to? no idea. I never really had a new name in mind but I’ve always hated mine. 3. Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $1000? hell yeah i love hot sauce. I’d do it for free but I also wouldn’t turn down a thousand bucks. ************DUMBOLOGY****************** 1. How many pairs of flip flops do you own? six-ish. At least ten. And I only ever wear the red or black ones. 2. Last time you had a run-in with the cops? my fucking birthday. A few years ago I got a ticket for “running a red light”. I maintain that it didn’t turn yellow until I was at the line and there’s no way I could’ve stopped in time. But I paid my $112 and got on with my life. 3. Last person you talked to? chele & megan. In person, Sue at work. Online/texting, Amanda. 4. Last person you hugged? dave. Austen. **************FAVORITOLOGY**************** 1. Season? fall. That will always stay the same. 2. Holiday? fourth of july & new year's. Fourth of July and Halloween. I have no idea what I ever liked about New Year’s. 3. Day of the week? saturday. Thursday & Sunday. 4. Month? october. Don’t really have one, as long as it isn’t snowing. ***********CURRENTOLOGY***************** 1. Missing someone? gary. Dave, my family, my friends. 2. Mood? content, but tired. Pissed about being sick, tired AF, really not wanting to go to work tomorrow. 3. What are you listening to? that 70s show. Literally just the sound of my furnace and laptop. 4. Watching? same. Nothing. ***************RANDOMOLOGY***************** 1. First place you went this morning? pee. I haven’t gone anywhere. It was great. 2. What's the last movie you saw? idk. Die Hard. 3. Do you smile often? yep. Ehh kinda. I mean I like to laugh but I’m not really a happy person. ***************OTHER-OLOGY***************** 1. Do you always answer your phone? rarely. Never unless I’m expecting a specific call. And even then there’s like a 65% chance that I fell asleep and couldn’t answer anyway. 2. Its four in the morning and you get a text message, who is it? could be anyone. Probably Dave. He’s always up then, whether it be just getting up to get ready for work or almost done with the night shift. 3. If you could change your eye color what would it be? i wouldn't. well maybe i'd make them more green than hazel but i like them this way. I like my eyes. And they ARE more green now. 4. Do you prefer cold or hot? warm. Tepid. 5. Whats your favorite gossip magazine? cosmo isn't really a gossip magazine...it's more for sex tips than anything...and it's the only one i read. I don’t read magazines. 6. Have you ever had a pet fish? no. Nope, my cats would murder it.

8. What's on your wish list for your birthday? this gorgeous ring from tiffany's (don't get the wrong idea - it's only a hundred bucks), and booze. lots and lots of booze. Probably just money. 9. Can you do push ups? no. Not even the girly ones. 10. Can you do a chin up? ha nope. Not since I was 14 in volleyball conditioning. 11. Does the future make you more nervous or excited? both. Nervous. Everything makes me nervous. 12. Do you have any saved texts? yes. I mean who saves texts anymore? That’s what screenshotting is for. 13. Ever been in a car wreck? no. Not a wreck. I was with my mom when she skimmed the side of a van in a parking lot but it was minor damage and I took out someone’s taillight with my truck once in a different parking lot but it literally cost ten dollars to replace it. 14. Do you have an accent? apparently a "yankee" one. I get real southern when I’m drunk or pissed off. Which is funny because I’m not southern. 15. What is the last song to make you cry? idk. every song makes me cry. i can't keep track. My former answer stands. 16. Plans tonight? just got back from megan's. now i'm going to bed. Tonight just ended. I planned to sleep three hours ago. Now I have to pee and actually sleep. 17. Have you ever felt like you hit rock bottom? yeah. Yes but I probably haven’t. 18. Name 3 things you bought yesterday? nothing. i have no money. I didn’t get them all yesterday, but the last three things I bought were a phone card, Arby’s, and a box of peppermint crunch junior mints. 19. Have you ever been given roses? just for graduation. i hate flowers. Same. 20. Current worry? bills. How the fuck I’m gonna make it to work tomorrow with this illness. And the weather. 21.Current hate? psoriasis. Winter. And my sinuses. 22. Met someone who changed your life? of course. Everyone I’ve met has changed my life, for better or worse, in large ways and small. 23. How will you bring in the New Year? like a drunken idiot, along with my best friends. In bed. Or probably more accurately, on the couch with my netflix and my kitties. 24. What song represents you? all of them. music in general represents me. Still true. But right now I can’t stop listening to Matchbox Twenty’s second album. Rob Thomas is just so freaking talented. 25. Name three people who might complete this? i don't think anyone on here will. erin maybe, if she gets really bored. Nobody because it’s almost ten years old and this is tumblr. 26. Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? no. Probably not. 27. Have you ever been to a concert? many. i've seen eleven shows this year alone. Tons. We go to at least one or two a year. At least. 28. Do you have any tattoos/piercings? ears pierced, one tattoo so far. My ears closed and I’ve added a tattoo. 30. Does anyone love you? hope so. Maybe like two people. 31. Ever had someone sing to you? yeah. Usually Amanda. We serenade each other. 32. When did you last cry? don't know. Christmas day I believe. I was in pain and tired and stressed out and didn’t have time to get ready before going to do festivities. 33. Do you like to cuddle? love it. Ehh. Sometimes. Othertimes I feel like I’m literally suffocating. 34. Have you held hands with anyone today? nooo i didn't get to see him at all :( Um no. We don’t really hold hands. Like almost never. And I haven’t seen him since Wednesday morning, won’t again until January 4th or 5th. 35. What kind of music did you listen to in elementary school? country - i wasn't allowed to listen to anything else. i still snuck in my sister's room at night to watch vh1 though lol Country. And Matchbox Twenty. That was the first non-country album I ever owned. 36. Are most of the friends in your life new or old? new. a couple old. Old. I like the friends I have and don’t need new ones. 37. Do you like pulpy orange juice? i don't like orange juice at all. unless it's got vodka in it. Fuck no. I don’t want shit floating around in my juice. I do, however, now enjoy the occasional glass of OJ. Couldn’t drink it every day but it’s alright. Mostly I require that my beverages contain copious amounts of caffeine.

#not spn #about me #personal #bring back myspace surveys 2k17 #i do what i want

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How much does this really cost? Budget basics

So what's the bottom line? How much does it cost to live and travel full time in an RV? If you're thinking of getting into a lifestyle like this, it's a good question.

Some people just hit the road and go until the money runs out, but if you hope to make this a long-term arrangement, you may want a better handle on the money side of things!

So the bottom line? Sadly (for your answer), and happily (for the options open to people), there's no "one size fits all" answer.

There are people who do full-time RV travel for $500 a month, and others who spend $10,000. It all depends on how you travel, how you live, and the choices you make.

Here's a rundown on some important variables to consider when figuring out what YOUR budget will be.

Camping style

Expensive camping

Do you want to spend your time in full-service RV resorts? You can stay at campgrounds with full hookups, that give you enough power to run your air conditioner full time, and all the hot water your heart desires.

Big RVs at a big RV park - unlimited power and water

You can have a swimming pool, laundromat, kids playground, shuffleboard, exercise room, and organized activities and outings. With a big RV and full facilities, it's like having all the comforts of a traditional home, except that you can move when you feel like it.

Of course, this all comes at a cost! A nice RV park in the US could easily run you $50/day. Some are more than that.

Budget camping

Boondocking is the cheapest way to go, which is camping out on public lands, with no facilities provided at all. The US has a lot of land in the National Forest and BLM systems that is freely available for anybody to use. Typically you can camp for free, with a 14-day limit in a given spot.

Boondocking can be beautiful, and it's free!

For camping this way, you need to be self-sufficient. There's no power plug, so solar panels are a great way to go. There aren't any flush toilets or hot showers. You have to carry in all the water and food you're going to use, because there's no store out there, either.

Boondocking requires more preparation, but it can get you into some gorgeous and remote places! If you like the feeling of freedom and open space, rather than being in spot #21 between two other RVs, it's pretty appealing. And budget-wise, it's free!

Camping style Range = Free to $1,500/month

Miles covered, pace of travel

Are you planning to cover 300 miles this month or 3,000? Or maybe you just want to stay in one place for the month?

Every mile you cover has a cost. Gas and regular maintenance like oil changes are pretty predictable, and easy to tie to your mileage. Major vehicle repairs are much harder to predict, but still more apt to happen the more miles you're putting in.

How much ground are you planning to cover? Miles = Dollars

Expensive travel pace

Sometimes you need to cover a lot of miles. Perhaps you're planning to travel to Alaska in the summer, and want to do some touring in Canada along the way. There's just no way to do a trip like this without putting in a lot of miles.

Budget travel pace

On the other hand, if you want to spend the summer in the Rockies, it's possible to move from gorgeous place to gorgeous place, finding new vistas, towns and hiking trails, without covering many miles at all.

Taking it a step further, some people like to spend several months each winter in a favorite campground, and don't go much further than the grocery store or the golf course.

Pace of travel Cost per mile varies by vehicle and location, but the more miles in a month, the higher the expenses. It's highly variable, but for illustration, say 200 miles/month vs. 2,000 miles/month, at a cost of $0.50/mile. Monthly range = $100 to $1,000 *Plus vehicle variation below

Vehicle considerations

People travel full-time in all sorts of vehicles. Big class A RVs, 4-wheel drive truck campers, classic VW buses, monster 5th wheels, and even vintage Toyota motorhomes like Zennie!

People travel with all sorts of vehicles!

Your choice of vehicle obviously affects your experience. How much space do you have, and what level of comfort do you enjoy while you travel?

It also affects your budget.

Price per mile. A bigger and/or less efficient vehicle uses more gas, and has a higher cost per mile.

Maintenance costs. Some vehicle makes are known for pricier maintenance. Also an older vehicle may have more age and use-related problems which require more repairs. And some vehicles just aren't as reliable as others.

What kind of places can you go? A 4WD truck camper can get to off-grid places that other vehicles could never make it. If you're in a half-million dollar class A, you probably want to stick to nicer roads.

Cost for camping. Some places charge more for bigger spaces, so your cost per night in the same campground can vary with your vehicle size.

Vehicle considerations No price on its own, but it will affect cost per mile and camping expenses.

Food and drink

Expensive food & drink

If you camp in or near towns, that opens up the possibility of going out for dinner and drinks. It can be a lot of fun checking out the nearby restaurants, and trying the local specialties wherever you happen to be.

It's also easier. Who wants to cook and do dishes every night, when you could go out to eat?

Looks fabulous! And I didn't have to cook it, either!

Of course, this is just like when you live in a traditional house. Do you go out to eat every day? Twice a day? Once a month?

And when you do go out, what kind of places to you choose? Tacos from a street vendor, or an upscale seafood restaurant?

Budget food & drink

Cooking for yourself is more work, but it's also a way to save money. Some people even find it creative and fun, though it may not seem that way every day!

When you do cook for yourself, is it lobster tails or ramen noodles? Do you have a fine vintage wine with it, or a can of cheap beer? There are all different levels of "budget"!

Do-it-yourself fine dining can taste pretty darn good, too!

This part of the budget is highly variable, and also entirely within your own control. You can decide how, what and where to eat, depending on what you want to spend. If you've gone way over on travel expenses, then it could be time for the ramen noodles...

Food and drink Unlike the above categories, this part depends on the number of people you have. I'll use $5 to $40 per day, per person, as a range here (though it's quite possible to go beyond that). This gives a monthly range of: - $150 (single person cooking) to - $2,400 (couple, eating out at nice places).

Activities and entertainment

So let's say you've found yourself a sweet little campsite near the ocean, and you decide to settle in for a week or more. Now what?

Expensive activities

Do you rent a jet ski for the day, or go out on the catamaran sailing trip? Sign up for a wine-tasting tour? Take a helicopter sightseeing flight? Costly activities can add a lot to your monthly expenses.

Jet skis are fun, but they cost more than hiking!

Budget activities

On the other end of the scale, do you go for long walks on the beach every day, looking for seashells? Research the best hiking trails in the area, and go exploring? Set up a hammock, and catch up on some reading (and napping)? These would put you into the budget end of the range.

Activities The low end here is free. More expensive activities could average $75 per person = $150 per outing for a couple. If you do that 10 times per month, it's $1,500. Monthly range: Free to $1,500

Location

Let's face it, some places are just more expensive than others, and this can color the cost of everything above.

Even if you're cooking for yourself, the price of fresh veggies is higher in Alaska than in Mexico.

However many miles you're covering, the price of gas is higher in California than Arizona.

Location There's no price for this on its own, but it acts as a multiplier for all of the other expenses above.

Extras

Regular monthly expenses can include vehicle insurance, health insurance, regular medications, cell phone, Netflix, satellite TV, and other monthly services.

Occasional extra expenses always come up, too. Laundry has to be done. There's an entrance fee to the national park. You have to pay a toll for a highway or bridge. Except when you're in the middle of the wilderness, it seems there's always something!

My navigator, research assistant, and communications aide

At the expensive end of the scale, if you're paying for health insurance, this can be HUGE by itself! The more your vehicle is worth, the higher the vehicle insurance will be. Also, with a big, expensive RV, you're more likely to have things like satellite TV.

At the budget end of the spectrum, insurance isn't as expensive for lower-price vehicles, and it's possible to do without a lot of those extras. (But not the cell phone - that's absolutely mandatory for me!) And if you have Medicare or VA health insurance, that can save you an enormous amount.

Extras This one is hard to estimate. Insurance alone is an enormous expense for some people, while barely a factor for others. I'll pull numbers out of a hat here for illustration: - Budget end is minimal insurance costs, minimal monthly extras, and a handful of occasional expenses = $150. - High end is expensive insurance and plenty of extras = $2,000.

Surprises

This category includes unexpected expenses that you didn't realize you'd have. Unfortunately, I don't have a good way to budget for these!

The biggest category in my experience is vehicle repairs. For instance, when I was in Idaho, Zennie's engine blew up and I needed to spend thousands of dollars on a new engine.

Zennie's looking awfully forlorn without her engine

While it's possible to estimate maintenance and have a slush fund to cover repairs, there's no way that I ever expected anything of this magnitude.

I'm also still trying to find the best way to allocate such expenses. It did happen in October in Idaho, but it could just as easily have been August in Wyoming. I don't want it to look like Idaho is an exceptionally expensive place to go!

So how does it all shake out?

These are extreme examples, and just for illustration, but they will give you an idea of the wide range of monthly budgets for full time RV travel.

Unless you're truly exceptional (well, of course you are, but maybe not in this respect!), your numbers will fall somewhere in the middle. Where exactly depends on your choices.

Camping $0 $1500 Miles traveled 200 2,000 Cost / mile 0.40 0.80 Mileage costs $80 $1,600 Food & drink $150 $2,400 Activities $0 $1,500 Extras $150 $2,000 Total per month $380 $9,000

How about my own numbers with Zennie?

I usually travel on a shoestring, and my own expenses are much closer to the low end of this range. (Except for Idaho - it's super expensive there!)

I like to boondock when possible, and stay in cheap campgrounds (e.g. National Parks) the rest of the time. It's very rare for me to stay in a full-service campground.

I greatly prefer slow travel, where I don't need to cover a lot of miles, and can spend the time to explore and enjoy one place before moving on. That said, sometimes I find myself zooming from one place to another because I'm meeting people, or snow is coming! When that happens, I see my travel expenses go way up for awhile.

I cook for myself about 95% of the time, and I'm fairly thrifty with the extra activities. I'm not taking any helicopter tours, but if there's a charge to get into a special park or attraction, I'll pay it.

I skimp on many things, but I won't miss a pyramid!

So I try to stay near the low end of the range when possible, but I'm not quite as cheap as the imaginary person above.

In addition to this "Budget Basics" post, I'm creating another series of posts, where I break down my actual expenses for different road trips. You can see exactly how much it cost, and where the money went.

But now you know... your results WILL vary!

Questions? Comments?

Are you a full-time traveler, with some of your own budget numbers to share? Or do you have questions about the budget factors I looked at above (or something I forgot)? Please leave your thoughts, contributions and questions in the Reply section below. Thanks!

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Kieran Cassidy "'Ome is w'ere y'er cat won't stop stealin' yer' bleedin' teabags..." watches the cat use his teeth at the tag of the teabag. Drawing it from the mug for the 5th time where Kieran picked it up and put it back.

Katya Jaeger “He just wants a taste."

Kieran Cassidy "Tell 'em t'er get 'is own buggerin' teabag." Swatting off his paw as he dipped the steeping teabag. Paw swatted at his hand again forcing his claws out at the man's knuckles. "No, Noodle. That's mine."

Katya Jaeger “The day we give him his own tea is the day we’ve gone too far,” she commented honestly as she watched the man battling back, only able to wonder who would win out here.

Kieran Cassidy Feeling his claws in his knuckles, he'd growl lightly at the cat. Watching him with a set of icy eyes. Fighting over the tea bag still steeping his tea. "I t'ink that day should be today so I can drink me tea in peace."

Katya Jaeger Eyeing him as if to ask if he was sure, she'd go along with it. Rising from where she sat, she would find her way to the kitchen where she would prepare the cup of tea for the cat, complete with his own tea bag to chase. Bringing it back with her a short time later, she'd set it down beside Kier's, only waiting to see the cat still prefer his.

Kieran Cassidy Watching for a tense moment, the cat drew his paw from Kieran's hand. A moment of silence as he brought his own tea to his own lips where the cat impatiently swatted at his hand again. "Yeh' feckin' bastard." The man managed as he pushed him over on the table to his own cup.

Katya Jaeger As Kieran tried to move the cat towards the other cup, Kate couldn't help the laugh there at her lips as she had a feeling it was about to get ugly between the two. "Or let him have yours and you take the new?" she suggested as maybe it was /that/ cup that the cat wanted.

Kieran Cassidy "No, this is mine." He insisted, as he had worked hard on this cup and he wanted it. Finally getting up to walk towards the window with it where the cat was jumping the table to follow him.

Katya Jaeger Watching the cat following close after him, she'd simply shake her head as she knew this was going to be an issue. Getting up from where she sat, she walked over to pick up the cat. "You can't fuck with his tea, or you'll end up in the door bag again," she promised, carting him off and into one of the downstairs bedrooms that was literally his room at this point in time. Closing the door behind her, she looked towards Kier with a shake to her head. "Fucking asshole, I swear."

Kieran Cassidy "Must get it somewhere." He ventured with a wink as she put their kid to bed. Knowing he'd be meowing up a storm in that room as he brought his tea back to his lips. On average, the Irish drank more tea than even the English and this would be shown with his own tea habits.

Katya Jaeger "Not me," she quickly offered, shaking her head no. Trying to wait until he got through that tea, she could only wait so long before she was drawing up beside him. "So, last night, while you were sleeping... I got a message from... your ex. She'd like you to call her and said it's important. A personal thing that she needs your advice on..." she offered, her voice heavy as she drew her phone out, laying it there on the ledge beside him where he could see the messages for himself.

Kieran Cassidy Hearing her speak, not even sure the words made sense as he looked down towards her and then her phone. Reading over it as his brows furrowed. Pressing his lips back to his mug as he was stunned by it all, in truth.

Katya Jaeger Letting him read the messages there on the screen for himself, she returned to where she had been sitting on the sofa, rather uncomfortable with all of it. "She's got quite a set of balls on her," she commented with heavy sarcasm, having honestly thought she would have gotten a nasty message from the woman years before now. "So yeah, that's me, giving you the message..."

Kieran Cassidy "She don't mean nothin' by it." He assured her as he glanced down towards her. His ex was not a band person and he knew it. What had happened between them was no reflection on her. He just loved the woman beside him. Arm drawing gently around her shoulders, he'd lean in and kiss her temple. "Easy, me l'ove."

Katya Jaeger Feeling him draw into her, his lips there to her temple, she'd lean into the feeling of him there beside her. "Is she still interested in you?" she asked plainly, the fear she'd always had somewhere deep within that one day the woman would come back for what had once been hers and a ring on her finger with a new last name didn't give Kate much comfort in the matter. She'd known Kieran wouldn't do anything to hurt her, that was without question. But a question of if the woman was still interested or not would be directed entirely at the potential of her actions and not his. Even though she and Kieran had been together far longer than he and Alex ever had been, she couldn't keep the question from him just the same.

Kieran Cassidy "Nooo." Quickly answering on the subject, he shook his head. "That girl has her head so far up 'is arse...well, I 'ave no punchline for that but yeh' get it." He stated honestly, as there was nothing like that to worry about on either respective sides. "He's 'er type. Clean cut. College type."

Katya Jaeger Hearing him assure her that she should have nothing to worry about, she would nod her head gently as it would take nothing more than his word to put her nerves at ease as she leaned into his hold. "Have you always still talked to her?" she asked, never one to say who he can and can't, though she was surprised at the notion that he did or that she did even. "She always come to you for advice and shit?" she asked further, just trying to work out what it was that relationship was now that she knew what it wasn't, though she had never known that he kept in touch with the woman until now.

Kieran Cassidy Rubbing his hand over his side as he heard her question as to talking to her. "Not always. We talk sometimes." He confessed before her follow up question. "We know each o'er and we know what we both do wrong so sometimes it's easier..."

Katya Jaeger There in his hold, she'd nod her head as she understood. She had always had a guilt when it came to that girl and what part she had played and it came as surprising that the two even still talked. Trying to not let herself feel too uncomfortable over it as he was doing and saying everything right to put her at ease. Lifting her head, she'd meet his eyes as she offered a slight smile. "I love you," she promised him as it was really that simple always and it was moments like this that the sentiment would be so loud that it would fall from her lips effortlessly.

Kieran Cassidy "I love you too." He confessed, meeting her eyes as his hand turned to rub over the small of her back. Having no reason to feel any sort of way about it as he had chosen her and he'd keep choosing her.

Katya Jaeger The words at his lips would always bring forth a brighter smile from the woman, something only he ever got to see from her. It was his entirely. Put there by him. Created by him. Furthered by him. It was as much his as his own was. Feeling his hand to the small of her back, she pressed into him, breathing him in. "Are you going to call her?" she asked, far less bothered by it all now that they had talked about it than she had been the night before at the sudden intrusion in her inbox.

Kieran Cassidy "Yeah, eventually." He stated, no longer having a phone as it turned out. His mug back to his lips as he drank in his tea.

Katya Jaeger As it seemed he was in no hurry, she hadn't known yet about his phone, nor did she seem bothered by the fact that he'd rather stay there with his tea and his girl. Leaning into him, she'd draw a slow breath, her lack of sleep always showing itself these days and today would be much the same. "I need something stronger than tea," she complained. "Jet fuel might work."

Kieran Cassidy "Why don't yeh' go try to nap?" He offered, as it might help her atleast get through if nothing else. "Take a bath. Relax ye' some, hm?" He'd ask, pressing his head to the side of hers.

Katya Jaeger Hearing his suggestion, she couldn’t deny her exhaustion. Where once it was only dreams, it was now constant, leaving her constantly exhausted and prescriptions would no longer assist her. Nodding her head, she would agree to the bath and ultimately the attempt at a nap. “Stay close though? And wake me if it gets too bad?” She requested, unable to suffer through it as she had so many times before. Now that she had given him a glimpse at what she endured, she would ask him to help her in a way that she used to just suffer through. “Please?” She asked, her hand at his thigh as she remained in his hold a moment longer.

-October 11, 2017

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