#SNAP MEEM SNAP MEEM SNAP MEEM

[todayisafridaynight]

Mine……..

[pulchramusae-archived]

“ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ”  //wodime to ophelia?

this meem. / accepting.

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"kirschtaria -?" snapped out of her thoughts by her fellow peer, the auburn haired girl turns to see that familiar head of blonde hair now that she no longer looked out the window of endless snow and sun. "it's... nothing tremendous or serious. if anything... it's concern."

ophelia believed eyes were a gateway to the soul. when she was met by those ice blue eyes... she wondered to herself what he could see in her. was the saying even true?

"... do you suppose this rayshift will be a success? this... is ths first time chaldea will be sending out team-A, after all..." there was no wrong answer, but rather an inquiry on kirschtaria's thoughts - and hopefully it would be interpreted as such, but... there was no guarantee.

[woah-were-halfway-there]

For a concept, Auston trying to teach Mia how to skate for the first time?!

A/N: ok, so I was actually going to include this scene in an upcoming part of Just What I Needed, wrote some of it, didn’t love it and then scratched the idea entirely lol. But, you made me want to bring it back from the graveyard that is my google docs and so I finished it and don’t hate it hahaha. Hope it does what you were thinking justice!

Word Count: 2.1k

"You must be joking."

"I assure you that I'm not," Auston replied with a massive grin as he took what looked like a standard shoebox, but you knew better than assuming they'd be something as simple as a pair of shoes with the large CCM logo printed across it. "These are for Mia."

"Auston, she's two," you told him, not being able to keep yourself from smiling at how excited your husband seemed.

"I know, but she's a freaking walking machine, babe. I wouldn't be surprised if she picked up on skating pretty quick too."

At that, you had to laugh because he had a point.

It was the middle of March, and your now two-year-old daughter was all over the place. She loved moving and just being active in any possible way she could. With you being 25 weeks pregnant, it was sometimes tough to keep up with her. But luckily, Auston could, and you weren't even surprised that he'd try teaching her how to skate as soon as he felt she was ready.

"Could you bring her to practice tomorrow, please?" Auston asked, breaking your train of thought. "I haven't told the guys yet, but once we're done, I figured I could try skating around with her a bit and see how she likes it."

"Of course," you told him and pushed away from the doorframe you were leaning against. You then walked further into the kitchen, going right up behind him and wrapping your arms around his middle before leaning against him and placing a soft kiss on his shoulder as you watched him unbox the skates. "How do you know these will fit her?"

"When I took her downtown last week, we went and got her sized for them," he explained, still grinning as he looked over his shoulder at you and leaned down so he could peck your lips. "Then, I ordered a custom pair. I also got her a helmet."

"So extra. But at least you're making sure she's protected," you teased and rested your head against his shoulder as you waited to see what the skated looked like.

Needless to say, you were impressed.

They were a classic pair of black skates, but also the tiniest and cutest pair you had ever seen. The ordinarily white patches that were on the skates were red on these and were paired with a set of light blue laces, coinciding with the two colours Mia had been claiming to be her favourites as of late. But that wasn't what really caught your eye. What stood out the most to you was how the tongue's inner part on each skate had a little AM stitched into them.

"AM?" You asked and glanced up at your husband, expectantly.

"Amelia Matthews," Auston said proudly before closing the box and turning around in your hold so that he could wrap his arms around you. "What do you think?"

"I think they're adorable," you told him honestly. "She's going to love them."

"I guess we'll find out tomorrow," he responded and leaned down to catch your lips in a much longer but very sweet kiss. However, the moment was short-lived when a rustling noise sounded through the monitor that was sitting nearby on the counter, followed by Mia's groggy voice calling for you. "Looks like our girl is up from her nap."

"Looks like it," you agreed and stood on your tiptoes to place one more peck on his lips. "She doesn't know you're home yet. Wanna go surprise her?"

"Always."

~*~

The next day around the time you knew practice would be ending, you and Mia headed to the Ford Performance Centre to pick up Auston. Mia was very excited to see her dad, Mitchy and the other guys, but you were looking forward to seeing how this whole skating lesson Auston had planned would play out.

Once the two of you went inside, it was obvious the guys were just finishing up and would soon be getting ready to leave. They were all huddled up, going over some final things, when a distinctive noise sounded over the guys' muffled chatter on the ice.

"Daddy!" Mia exclaimed excitedly as soon as she spotted Auston, loud enough for everyone to hear. And it wasn't long before Auston's previous sombre-looking demeanour melted away at the sight of his daughter.

Everyone laughed before accepting that it was now the end of practice, and there was nothing else to go over for now.

Auston then skated over to the boards as you set down the bag with Mia's skates in them and other belongings on the bench before turning back around to face your husband.

"Hi, Mini," Auston greeted as he took Mia from you and kissed her on the cheek, making her smile widely before wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him.

"Hi, daddy."

Auston then looked back at you and leaned over the boards to peck your lips. "And hello to you too."

You rolled your eyes at his cheesiness but couldn't keep yourself from blushing a little bit. It was ridiculously easy for Auston to get those butterflies that resided in your stomach to flutter like crazy, and he knew it.

Just as you were about to say something back, another voice ruined the moment as they approached.

"Miaaaaaa!" Mitchy exclaimed as he skated up to them, holding his arms out so that Auston could pass his goddaughter to him, not stopping at all, just taking her and skating around a bit as she giggled and clung on to him.

You and Auston watched the two go, grinning widely before he turned back to face you and winked.

"You're looking mighty fine today, Mrs. Matthews," he flirted and leaned against the boards again, smirking at you. "That's a nice hoodie. Where'd you get it?"

"Your side of the closet," you replied and winked suggestively. "Looks better on me, anyways."

"You're not wrong."

A moment later, Mitch returned with your daughter but didn't give her back as more guys came over to say hi to her.

"Whaley, mommy," Mia said as she leaned against Mitch's shoulder and pointed towards her stuffed whale that was resting on the bench beside everything else. "Please."

"Are those skates?" Mo asked as he nodded towards the bag as you moved it to grab the whale and handed it to Mia.

"They are," you confirmed, making all the guys standing nearby light right up.

"No way," Mitchy said as he held onto Mia's whale so she wouldn't drop it. "Are you going to try skating Meems?"

"Uh, huh," she replied before waving to Freddie as he skated over too.

"Well, this should be good," the goalie said as he came to a stop and reached over to ruffle Mia's curls.

"We'll see how it goes," Auston chuckled and took Mia back from Mitch. "C'mon, baby girl, let's get you laced up."

You watched with a smile as he came off the ice and set Mia down on the bench so that he could put her skates and helmet on for her. The guys just about melted over how freaking cute she looked wearing skates for the first time, Mitchy even going to the extent of grabbing your phone from your hand so that he could snap a couple of pictures as Auston finished tying up the first skate.

"You better send those to me," he told you firmly as he handed the device back.

"Yes, Mitch, I will," you responded with a pointed gaze. He then glanced towards the other guys, who were now closer to Auston and Mia, before leaning near you and lowering his voice a bit.

"How're you doing?" He asked and gave you a sympathetic look.

"I'm ok," you told him honestly. "I've been feeling better lately. Just trying to take it easy, so this little one doesn't give me any more troubles."

You then smiled at your cousin and rubbed a hand over your growing belly, making him smile too.

"Good, please keep me posted about everything. I worry about you, and if you ever need Steph or me for anything, we're only a text away."

"I know, Mitchy. Thank you."

Before he could say anything else, Auston was picking Mia up from the bench and taking her onto the ice, which soon captured all of his attention again.

"Steph's going to be so mad you didn't tell her this was happening," he stated before skating off towards your husband and daughter.

A slight feeling of panic washed over you because you knew Steph would most definitely not be impressed by you not telling her that Auston was trying to teach Mia how to skate for the first time but then figured sending her some videos would make up for it.

However, even that plan was soon scrapped when another set of footsteps approached and soon enough, Steph herself was brushing past you.

"Can't believe you were going to let me miss my goddaughter skating for the first time," she grumbled as she set down her bag and grabbed her phone before walking towards you and giving you a sideways hug. "But hi, I missed you. Feeling better?"

"Much," you told her with a chuckle and returned the hug before nodding towards the ice. "Missed you too. Are you ready for this all to go down?"

"Yes!"

The two of you then leaned against the boards, side by side and started recording as Auston set Mia down on the ice.

"Daddy," she gasped nervously as she slipped a little bit once her blades touched the slick surface, but Auston was still holding on to her.

"It's ok, Mini," he told her. "I got you; just keep your feet down. I won't let you fall."

He then started pushing off the ice slowly and continued holding her up as the two glided across the ice together. She wobbled a bit, but the longer they did it for, the steadier she became. And she was having the best time going around like that with all her guys out there with her.

Eventually, Auston let go of her once he was positive she could stand in the skates on her own without falling. He stayed level with her, though, ready to catch her if need be as they moved onto the next part of the so-called lesson.

"Ok, baby," Auston started as Mitchy sat on the ice in front of her, no more than two feet away with his arms extended towards her. "Try to get to Mitchy."

"Ok!" She replied excitedly and went to take a step towards him, but slipped and increased your heart rate. "Woah!"

But Auston caught her, causing you to let out an audible sigh of relief as Steph snickered from beside you.

"Told you I got you," Auston told Mia as he helped her stand upright again, then got down on the ice too just so it'd be easier to catch her again, which everyone knew was inevitable. "Always."

For the next ten minutes or so, she tried to make it across the small space that separated her from her Mitchy. She wasn't too successful, which was to be expected, but she gradually became more confident and was genuinely having fun.

Mitch moved a little bit closer as they were getting ready to wrap it up for the day, and on Mia's very last try, she managed to shuffle across the ice into Mitchy's arms.

The other guys, who were now joined by Will and a few others, had skated away a little bit and were gathering pucks left from practice all stopped to watch her final attempt, then cheered and hollered as they watched her do it.

"Yeah, Mia!" They all yelled before quickly skating over to them again, not leading up on their cheering as they approached your very excited toddler.

"I did it!" She squealed happily and smiled at each of her guys as she held onto Mitch so she wouldn't fall.

"You did!" Mo said while taking her from Mitch and sat her on his shoulder as he began skating around. "We'll make a hockey out of you, now won't we?"

"Only if she wants to," Auston chuckled as he stood back up and skated towards them to take his daughter back. "Good job, Mia!"

The way she was absolutely beaming as Auston held her close again, and she immediately clung onto him as he skated back towards the bench had you feeling so happy, it was unexplainable.

You loved everything about your little family and those who have become the most important to your little girl. It was moments like those that reminded you just how loved she was. And that thought alone made everything seem right.

[yewphoric]

🔥 🩸 🌹 🤍 FOR WARRIOR CATZ ASK MEEM SCREAM OF SHRIKE

HEY KING SORRY I FORGOT ABOUT THIS FOR LIKE A MONTH LOL anyway i will now answer

🔥 - what gets your character angry? how quickly do they reach their breaking point?

i think she's somewhat slow to anger, or at least keeps her anger reigned in for a while before snapping. mainly other cats' behavior is what gets her angry, like if a cat is being too loud or rude or something.

🩸- is it easy for your character to draw blood or do they fear hurting others?

it's easy, and she even enjoys it. that's what scares her.

🌹 - is your character quick to fall in love or slow? do they deny their feelings or are they open and honest?

they definitely fall slowly, to the point where it takes them being fully in love to realize it. they'd be honest with themself about it, but would definitely be cagey and dodge the question when asked about it by others.

🤍 - what does perfect happiness look like to your character?

hmm.... i think when they imagine themself fully happy, they're the leader of windclan, and frigidwater is one of their most trusted advisors. badgerpaw is grown up with kits of her own, and she and frigidwater have had another litter, who are now rambunctious apprentices.

[eksopolitiikka]

Armeijan kokeellinen alus havaittu Manitobassa

Armeijan kokeellinen alus havaittu Manitobassa

Havaintopäivämäärä: huhtikuu 21, 2019

Havaintopaikka: Manitoba, Kanada

Tämä UFO vaikuttaa tahallaan liikkuvan ylösalas pilvien suojaan. Se että me näemme harmaan metallisen pinnan saa miettimään… Yleensä avaruusolentojen UFOilla on tällainen suoja päällä kun ne ovat piilossa, mikä on yleensä puoliksi läpinäkyvä. En näe sitä täällä. Eivätkä ne ota pilven väriä itseensä, mikä on outoa, koska suojapinta aluksella tulisi heijastaa samanlaista väriä tarkoituksella.

Mielestäni tämä on USA:n ilmavoimien TR3B-alus tai jokin sen muodoista. Sen ulkonäkö saa miettimään salaisen armeijan tukikohdan pilottia, joka päätti nähdä pääsisikö hän lentämään tiheään asutetun alueen yläpuolelta. Tunnen monia pilotteja, ja kun olin ilmavoimissa, maalasin B1- ja B2-hävittäjiä. Juuri nyt minulla on ystäviä Taiwanin puolustusministeriössä, kenraali joka on F16-pilotti. Pilotit kyllä ovat joskus nokkavia, koska se on suuri vallantunne joka lentäjällä on. Joten mielestäni tämä on vain USA:n ilmavoimien kokeilualus, jossa on avaruusolentojen työntövoimateknologiaa.

Scott C. Waring, Taiwan

Videolla kerrotaan:

Kun Meem Bercier & Teo olivat ajamassa pois kaupungista nimeltä The Pas Manitobassa, he havaitsivat tämän kiiltävän hopeisen aluksen. Hänen onnistui filmata tämä klippi. Meem sanoo ”me katselimme sen liikettä Main Streetilla”.

  Artikkelin julkaissut ET Data Base

http://eksopolitiikka.fi/ufot/armeijan-kokeellinen-alus-havaittu-manitobassa/?utm_source=TR&utm_medium=Tumblr+%230&utm_campaign=SNAP%2Bfrom%2B_%7C+Eksopolitiikka.fi+%7C_

[whtaft]

Going Fishing: A Steve & Thor Friendship Fic to Support Planned Parenthood

I’ve been writing ficlets for donations to Planned Parenthood. For more information, see this post. meems asked for a Steve & Thor Endgame time skip friendship fic. Thank you so much!!!

“Thor,” Steve says with a smile as Thor opens the door to his New Asgardian home.

“Steven,” Thor says. “It’s good to see you.”

“Yeah buddy,” Steve says, going in for a hug. Thor smells a little bit like spilled beer and sweat, but his grip is still himself, familiar and kind. He gives Thor a big pat on the back, then pulls away, takes a look at him. Even if Thor’s a little worse for wear, Steve can’t judge. He knows he is, too. “I’d ask you how you’ve been, but I think we’ve probably both a had a tough time lately.”

“You would be right about that,” Thor says, chuckling sadly. “Well, come in. I’ll introduce you to the crew.”

— —

Steve spends a pleasant enough afternoon with Thor, Korg, and Miek playing Mario Kart and eating pizza. They don’t talk about the things that hover above them like a cloud but that’s alright — they can take their time. Steve has nothing but time.

When Korg and Miek scuttle off to do something, Steve suggests he and Thor take a walk. Thor agrees.

It’s a cool summer night, but the sun hasn’t quite set yet. They’re in that part of the world where the sky only goes hazy at night; it never truly gets dark. New Asgard is beautiful, albeit small. He’s been trying hard to find a bright side to the post-snap world. Maybe one of those things is that there’s space now, for everyone.

But then he thinks about crowded Brooklyn streets, about squeezing in shoulder-to-shoulder with Bucky on the subway, about pushing past rows of full seats to find his own in the Dodgers stadium. And it takes the positive thinking out of him a little.

Still, he finds it in himself to smile at Thor and say, “It’s beautiful here.”

“It is a shame you never saw Asgard,” Thor responds. “You would have liked it there.”

“I’m sure.”

“It all looked so permanent until it wasn’t.” They’re walking towards a body of water, round and flat and blue. “How are things in New York?”

“They go on.” He pauses, looks up at his friend. Thor’s staring at the lake like it’s personally offended him. When Steve looks down, he notices that Thor’s wearing a pair of slippers. “You never got to know my friend Sam well, but I thought about what he’d do in a situation like this. So I started reaching out, finding support groups. I think helping’s gotten me through things as best as I can.”

“I really do not need your help, but I appreciate you—”

“I didn’t come here to help you,” Steve interrupts. Thor frowns at him. “I swear. I came to help me,” he adds with a self-effacing shrug. “I missed my friend.”

“I’m not the man you knew.”

“That’s okay. I’m not the man I was two years ago. I’m not the man I was five, or seventy-five years ago. It’s almost like we’re changing all the time. Guess that’s just part of being alive.”

Silence falls between them, that unspoken whisper of guilt, of wanting to be the ones who didn’t survive, falling over them.

“Do you go out fishing?” Steve asks.

“What?” Thor responds, sounding startled by the question.

“Fishing. I saw some folks pulling up nets on my way in. Do you ever go out?” Thor shakes his head. “Maybe we could try fishing tomorrow. I’ve never been.”

“I haven’t really been…” Thor trails off.

“Going out?” Steve suggests. Thor nods. “That’s okay. I don’t think the fish care if you’ve had a haircut lately.”

Thor laughs and Steve smiles. They start making plans for the next day, too.

— —

“This is delicious,” Steve says as Korg serves him up another piece of fried fish. “Thank you.”

It’s nice to eat something that he and Thor caught together that morning, even if their catch was pretty sparse compared to the other fishermen they spotted out on the water. Turns out, neither of them are much good at fishing. Steve’s been a city boy all his life. Thor’s hunted before, but mainly for sport. Still, they caught enough for a decent dinner for the four of them.

“Well, you know. Just one of those little things I’ve been working on here in New Asgard,” Korg says with a shrug. He seems kind of shy about it, which is cute.

“Well, you’ve done a great job. I hope you all come visit me in New York so I can return the favor.”

Thor chuckles. “I know that you are no cook, my friend.”

“I can order take out pretty well.” He takes a sip of his beer. “And there’s a lot of great food in New York. I’m sure the two of you have a lot you still need to try,” he says to Korg and Miek.

They agree, then Thor steers the direction of the conversation elsewhere. Steve doesn’t mind it, but he does take a long look at his friend, who is studiously not making eye contact with him.

Later, he asks, “Why don’t you want to come back to New York?”

Thor is quiet for a long minute. He plays with a string at the edge of his hoodie. “There is a lot there that remains unfinished.”

“Or that you wish you could finish?”

“But we can’t, now can we,” Thor says, back to that sad smile.

“Guess not.” They sit next to each other, stare at the wall for a long moment. “I miss them. I miss them every day.” He reaches out and slings an arm around Thor’s shoulders. “But I miss you, too. And you’re still around. Even if things can’t be like they were back then, I’d like to be your friend if you’ll still have me.”

Thor shuts his eyes, takes a deep breath. “I can get a cellular telephone,” he says, finally. “We can send those text messages to one another if you’d like.”

Steve smiles. “Yeah,” he says. “That sounds great.”

They smile at each other and even if they’re not whole, even if they’ll never be whole again, at least they have a friend in one another. It’s like a piece of clockwork clicking into place.

[josvandraakenjos]

Volvo: Niets is belangrijker dan familie

Ik: Wat ik snap deze meem niet

Volvo: niets is belangrijker dan familie

Ik: waarom staat dit ding zoveel onder-elkaar op mijn feed?

Volvo: niets is belangrijker dan familie

Ik: wtf

Appie moestuin ofzo: Wat

Ik: Waarom staat dat er onder

Felix: Ik ben gay lieveschat

Ik: wat dat heeft er niks mee te makeen

Tumblr: Niets is belangrijker dan familie

Ik: WTF KUT TUMBLR

Felix: Same tbh

Ik: wtf waarom is Tumblr zo kut

Volvo: NIETS IS BELANGRIJKER DAN FAMILIE

Ik: Ik ga verhuizen naar Oekraïne houdoe

[baesicfishes]

I’ve soured a good thing again

tumblr is where I come to SUF F ER in peace

@ future me: this blog started out as only memes but then it turned into depression posts AND meemes 😆so now we can compare progress. and also get it out. and also no one’s gonna read it. we might not ever find this post tbh. anyways:

I’m selfish and inconsiderate.

Mother was right

The biggest punch to the gut

I wish I could do things right. wish I could HAVE done things better

I don’t want to drain the one person I care about

Why am I stupid

This isn’t a poem it’s literally thoughts with skipped lines in between

I keep checking my phone

Nothing

Homework really goes fast when you’ve no one to text

blocked the folks on snap

Well, I muted their stories and chats

[namariea]

Hello, Neighbor | II

Since moving in you have compiled a comprehensive list on your mysterious neighbor across the way.

Do Kyungsoo, otherwise known as Asian Bobby Flay and apparently Bruno Mars’ protégé.

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader

Words: 1.6 k

Genre: Fluff

Previous:  I

Opening the door, you could not help the squeal that left your mouth in excitement.

“AHHHHH MIMI I’VE MISSED YOU SOOO MUCHH”

Without missing a beat, you grabbed them and held them to you, laughing with glee as they let out a startled cry and tried to wriggle free from your titan grasp.

Meow.

“I honestly don’t think you have ever shown another human being even a fraction of the affection that you show your cat.” You spared a glance at your brother standing in the hallway, almost forgetting his existence.

“We have an understanding and mutual hate for emotional contact, dear brother. Besides human interaction is so overrated, why go clubbing and be judged when I can be constantly judged in the comfort of my own home?”

Laughing at your response your brother simply handed you the carrier, shaking his head incredulously. You had left your cat in his care as you prepared to move, not wanting Mimi around until after you had properly unpacked. The sneaky thing would wiggle her way into one the boxes and get herself stuck most likely, and you didn’t need the extra stress of rescuing a distressed cat. Also working in the city, he was able to bring her by on his way to work so you didn’t have to make the trip, something you were very grateful for. Ah, the benefits of having older, more responsible siblings.

Closing the door behind you, you finally let your cat down much to her delight. Briefly shaking out her ruffled coat, you watched her trot down the hallway as if she had been there for years, her white body disappearing around the corner into the living room. Allowing her time to explore you returned to your bedroom and picked out an outfit for the day.

A little over a week has passed since you moved in and it was finally time for you to make the much-needed trip to Ikea. Finally having free time from work and unpacking, you were eager to get out of your apartment and actually start looking for little knick-knacks to spruce up the space.

Ikea was always full of weird, niche things that you never knew you needed until you saw them. Like that cactus painting you bought last Christmas. Or that whale shaped bowl you used to hold the stuffing on Thanksgiving that one time. Yes, that store was the gift that just kept on giving.

After dressing and putting on a light face of makeup in the bathroom, you walked into the living room and found Mimi sitting on the windowsill, pawing lightly at a bird perched outside. Laughing to yourself you made your way to the kitchen and pulled out the container of cat food. Dishing out a small portion along with a small bowl of water, you placed it on the floor.

“Ok meems, you have food, you have water, and you have Mr. Pidgeon there to keep you company. I’m going out; don’t burn down the apartment while I’m gone yeah?”

Meow.

Taking your keys and a jacket that was draped over the arm of your couch you set off with a slight skip in your step.

For the twentieth time that hour, you seriously asked yourself whether or not you really needed curtains.

Two hours have passed since you arrived, and so far in your cart you had a rainbow assortment of dish towels, an Andy Warhol-esque painting of a rubber duck, a large plushie that resembled a giant broccoli and a table lamp the shape of a pineapple.

But no curtains.

You could not remember the number of times you had walked up and down the section containing various styles of curtains and blinds, but with each pass, it was becoming harder and harder for you to decide.

There were just so many.

It came to your realization that this was probably the most adult thing you had ever done in your life, second to actually purchasing your apartment. You were almost as quickly concluding that you hated everything about it.

Did you want airy curtains to let some light in? But that would run the risk of people seeing you at night if you had the light on. Or heavy drapes to turn your apartment into your own personal cave. Blinds also allowed for a nice medium, but the thought of having to constantly dust each panel gave you sweaty palms.

And don’t even get started on the colour selection. That left you spiraling down a hole of insanity as the other day you had entertained the idea of painting your living room. Being the biggest room, you wanted to bring some life to the space, as the blank white walls were doing little to soothe you or inspire you in any way. Checking with the policies you found you were able to paint the apartment whatever you pleased, as long as it was returned back to its original colour once you left. With that ok, you threw yourself into a frenzy of colour schemes and pallets. However, you had yet to come to a consensus much less a top 5, so choosing a colour for your curtains was heavily dependent on the colour of your walls.

You almost wanted to let out a yell of frustration at your current predicament. You were stressing over curtains for Christ's sake, so much energy over something so trivial was making a pulsating sensation creep up to your temples.

I’m actually getting a migraine over curtains.

You almost considered leaving the store with your cart of goods, but you were stopped by your memory of the week prior, particularly to your mysterious neighbor across the way.

Since your first day, you were made aware of the fact that the man across from you was not a fan of living in complete darkness.

Oftentimes as you were pattering around the apartment in the morning, coffee in hand as you sifted through boxes, you would encounter a pair of eyes every now and then. You took notice how unlike the other units you could see around you, the man did not always close his blinds, usually opting to keep them open during the daylight hours. This had caused multiple occasions where you would accidentally catch his eye, or he catching yours, as the two of you carried out your daily tasks.

At first, you were horrified that he had caught you staring again, but it would seem he was not as startled as the first time, often offering you a kind, albeit sheepish smile and bow, mouthing a greeting even though you both knew you couldn’t hear it.

It was an odd little arrangement the two developed between each other. Granted, you never saw him often, as the initial days you spent unpacking he was away at what you presumed was work. There were times you caught each other when you were both home, you remembered the time where you were trying to reach a box above all the others and in all your grace you managed to tip it over and get hit in the face with a box full of house slippers.

Shortly stunned, not quite believing a lime green flip-flop had just backhanded you, you were taken from your stupor by a low chuckle, and snapping your head to the open window, you saw the dark haired man looking in your direction, probably startled by the sudden crash and your banshee scream. Eyebrows raised in surprise and fist pressed in front of his face to stifle his laugh, he waved his hands in front of him in apology once he caught your eyes, probably guilty from having laughed at your pain, and gave a deep bow. You saw his shoulders shaking slightly.

He was still laughing at you.

He had promptly left your vision after that, you saw his head shaking lightly as he disappeared into another room in his apartment.

You were neighbors with a sadist.

You had briefly wondered if he was something of an exhibitionist as well, after all with the orientation of the units being in almost direct alignment everyone had dark curtains and closed blinds almost at all times. However this man seemed to have his open constantly, it was odd. You then realized that he was probably also aware of the fact that everyone usually kept their blinds closed, and took advantage of the opportunity to keep them open. That would explain why he was so shocked to see you the first day, clearly not used to seeing another person with a lack of screens.

If anything, that was another incentive for you to pick out curtains today. As nice as the occasional greeting was, you really did enjoy your privacy, and having your windows bare made you feel like you were living in a fishbowl. It was high time to invest in some privacy.

If only it wasn’t so hard to decide.

Since you weren’t sure of the colour you were going to paint your walls, you came to the logical decision that white curtains would suffice. It would go with almost any colour and since you were in freaking Ikea everything was white so there was a larger selection for white curtains.

You chose not the dwell on the fact that you had just spent two hours to choose white curtains; if you thought too hard on that fact you feared you would have an aneurysm. Picking a simple design, you all but threw the fabric into your cart, flying out of the aisle finally and making your way to the checkout.

Time to stop by the hardware store and get some color swatches.

Chapter III

[todayisafridaynight]

Birb

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[mimipaloma]

So close but so far away Can you hear me?

Mimi stood in the doorway of her bedroom, looking in. Her bed was a mess--it hadn’t been made in weeks. Her side table was completely trashed--too many late night snacks with Rae. Her salt rock lamp hadn’t been taken to Zander’s room yet, and her purple Hydroflask sat on a coaster she made during Nora’s big craft weekend they had in 2017. Then her eyes wandered over to Rae’s side of the room. The bed was perfectly made. Pillows were missing. Pictures had been taken down, and her wardrobe had nothing but a few empty and cracked hangers along with a couple of old scarves that she had been meaning to give to the younger girls. Mimi forced a smirk and blew some baby hairs out of her face. 

Taking a couple steps in, Mimi knew what she needed to do. She needed to clean. She needed to straighten up, and she needed to organize. And she needed to pack up Zander’s room as well. It had been nearly two and a half years since he passed, and Mimi knew everyone was going to be looking to her for when she was ready to pack up Zander’s things. But she started with her room, and it wasn’t that difficult. She had separated her clothes into piles when Rae was packing up--it was a way to keep herself busy and to not think about her best friend was moving out. After she rehung or refolded her clothes, Mimi put the other ones in bags and set them in the hall, and then made up her bed, did a quick vacuum of the floor and took the trash out. In no time, her room was back to how it should be, and she was on her way to the basement. 

Mimi sat in the floor of Zander’s room. His bedroom was carpeted while her bedroom was hard wood with layered rugs. Mimi and Rae got to design their room just perfectly and it matched the two of them well. And now, well, now it matched Mimi fairly well. Including the void that sat feet away. Mimi bit into her lip as she organized Zander’s clothes into three piles: mine, theirs, and donate. She was keeping a pile of her favorite pieces, giving some to the band, and the rest was going to donations unless the band guys wanted them. Mimi found Zander’s favorite Nirvana tee and pulled it in close. She was keeping it. She was going to keep it for forever. She kept his leather jacket, his favorite pair of boots, and a few other things. The rest, she decided, was just going to go to the band. She packed them up in boxes, sprayed a bit of his cologne on the top, and pushed it out to the hall. 

“She okay?” Travis whispered to Nora, standing at the bottom of the basement stairs, peering into Zander’s bedroom, where Mimi sat, unknowing. 

Nora didn’t say anything at first, but rather, she watched Mimi methodically move clothing pieces around and examine things, smelling things, taking deep breaths for comfort. With a smirk and a small nod, Nora said, “I think so. She wouldn’t be doing this if she wasn’t ready.”

Honestly, Zander didn’t have many things. His bed, sure. His clothing, sure. He had a couple of pictures, but they hung his guitars and his bass up in the music room as a memorial to him, though Mimi was going to steal one later to keep for herself; he had his pillows, which Mimi had totally stolen; and he had a few pictures and posters. Mimi packed boxes with little trinkets--bracelets, rings, a necklace. She found the pair of chopsticks from their first date to get sushi and a small box with a pair of earrings she had never seen. November 13, 2017 seemed like so long ago, but still, the pain felt like yesterday. 

Mimi flipped on some of his music, rewinding bits and pieces of songs to hear his voice. She listened to videos of him being interviewed and to voicemails he had left her years previous. She wandered what life would be like if he was still around, and she wanted to feel him there with her. One last hug. One last kiss. She didn’t realize all her lasts were lasts when she had them. But nearly two and a half years later, the videos that would have stung now made her happy and made her smile.

After one video ended, Mimi started to speak, “I’m going to feel silly if you can’t actually hear me, Zan, but I’d like to think you can.” This piqued Nora’s interest, so as Travis left, she continued to sit and watch and listen from the steps. “Wherever you are, just know that I love you, and that I’ll never stop loving you. You’ll always be my one and only, Z, but I think packing up all your stuff is important. I think it’s time. I can’t keep sitting here, mourning and grieving though I’m sure you’d love it if I could. Nah, I’m just playing, but... I don’t know. I don’t know what I’m saying. I guess...” Mimi took a long pause as she moved more stuff around, resetting the room for another deserving young man. “I guess I’m just saying that even though I’m moving on, I’m not forgetting about you. I could never forget about you. How could I? You were the greatest thing to ever happen to me. You were my epic love story. They’re going to write about us one day.... Whoever they are.” 

Mimi let out a chuckle as she approached the poster of the band. It was the first thing Zander hung up in the room. She remembered watching him hang it up. He made some snarky comment about how it was the only decoration in his room, but within the few years he lived there, that changed. His room became flooded with pictures of him and the band, him and Eli, him and Atti, him with Eli and Atti, and most importantly (and most abundantly) him and Mimi. Her favorite was from them at the fair the year that he died. She was posed funny, with cotton candy, and he was just grinning and looking at her. It was very representative of their relationship. Goofy. Care free. Young. But wild. Electric. Exciting. 

“Some of your fans call me Meems in those group chats they add me to on Instagram and Twitter. I don’t hate it anymore, and sometimes, I’ll reply to them. I still get tagged in stuff, and it doesn’t make me sad anymore. Well, maybe a little bit, but for the most part, I like seeing them. I like knowing they still care about you as much as I do.” 

Nora approached this time. She stood in the doorway, leaning, listening. 

“And I often think about what if you were still here, you know? But... no amount of what ifs will bring you back, and... I don’t know, Zand. It’s like a piece of me died that day, and I keep living in the moment. Whenever I close my eyes I can see the lights from the cop car and I can hear them say Pason’s name and your name and I can see Nora and Travis and Eli rushing out of the house to go identify the bodies. I..” Mimi stopped. “But I can’t live like that anymore, you know. I can’t live in my rape. I can’t live in your death. I have to.... I have to move on.”

“He loves you, you know.” Nora said. 

Mimi snapped her head and looked at her. Embarrassed, Mimi asked how long Nora had been there, and she lied and said not long. So Mimi invited Nora inside, and together, they talked to Zander. Really, they spoke to each other, but they used Zander as a means of communication. It was a great way for Mimi to open up and to not feel embarrassed. By the end of getting Zander’s room packed up, the only trace that he’d ever been there were the four thumbtack holes from where his poster had been and the vague scent of his cologne. Mimi and Nora carried boxes up the stairs, and by the end of it, Eli, Milania, and Nora were all at the edge of the door and Mimi took one last look around. 

With a smirk and heavy, teary eyes, she overlooked the room. She went to the doorway and put her hand on the switch. “My heart wants to come home,” Mimi said, lyrics to her favorite Four Days Gone song. “I wish I was beside you. You said that to me every night on the phone, and hearing the song meant even more. I love you, Zander.” 

Mimi flipped the light off. 

Darkness. 

I made a promise that I'll come home soon Bring me back, bring me back to you

[heychew]

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good thing u picked this number cuz u really are my number 1 like dUDE im so glad i tagged u in whatever thing it was that made us start talkin cuz im honestly so glad we became friends 💗  💕  💫  💗  💫  💕  ✨ 💫  💕  ✨  ⭐️  🌟  💗   🌟  💞  💕  i never thought i’d find someone who’d complete the triplet trio 2 me and jin ✨✨✨ we have so much in common from our love of meems, puns nd doggos and our love of HOB and its honestly refreshing 2 be friends with someone on this site who has m*derate beliefs and is super chill and ur snaps make my day honestly 😊😊😊  cheers 2 me going 2 vancouver for a year so we can finally be in the same time zone 💞💖💗💓💕💋🌸  love, ur triplet (also much love from jin)

[datingadviceonreddit]

How Do I Get Out Of My Head? I use a meditation technique called mind-body awareness. All you do is switch your focus from your thoughts to a part of your body instead.How Do I Tak To Her? Shift your awareness out of your head and into your body.How Do I Get Her Number? After a few laughs, you'll want to grab her number/facebook/snap, etc. Be pre-preparedHow Do I Set Up A Date Or Get An Instant Date? Simply ask her if she has time for a quick cup of coffee.Posture - I put posture first cause I see so many men walk around with their shoulders hunched and looking down. In order to attract someone, you should walk like a model and act like you own the town. Who cares what others may think over you. So put your shoulders back and then down so they're relaxed. The next thing you want to work on is your foot posture. Don't walk like a duck. Keep your feet straight. This will take some time to adjust but it's well worth it. Don't ever look down either. This is submissive behavior. Always walk with purpose. Look at the world at eye level. Women love this cause it's high-status behavior. When you stand, you'll wanna stand slightly wider than shoulder width. You also wanna take up as much space as possible while you sit but just don't over exaggerate it. Be cool and laid back. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hAC54khYAzgEye contact - There is normal eye-contact and there is flirtatious eye contact. Eye contact that is considered non-flirtatious lasts only 1-2 seconds. They are not interested. If eye contact lasts longer say 5-6 or the entire duration of the conversation they are more than likely interested in seeing you. Be prepared for crazy emotions and sexual tension. Yes, you will get turned on by eye contact. I do and it's something you need to get used to. Just let it happen and use the tension to build more tension. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5w3cYtJekpw&t=71sVocal tonality - Don't over fluctuate your voice and talk normally like you are talking to your friend for example.Style - Copy the mannequins. They are set up by a professional stylist. I do this and I get a lot of eye contact from women. Be out there and wear something unique to reflect your personality. I shop primarily at Guess. Choose a store that fits your personality or the type of women that you are going for. You will want to rebuild your entire wardrobe over time which can take months. Donate your old clothes so you won't wear them. An outfit will run you about $300-$400 depending on where you shop.Grooming - Shave the damn kneck beard and keep the stubble. For my haircut, I go with a mid fade to a bald fade and then I have the sides tapered. Get your eyebrows done too. Personal hygiene is also a must. You also want to water pick your teeth twice a day and brush twice a day. Put on deodorant always. Buy gum as well.Signals - I'm going to post a link to a video I found on YouTube. Watch it and remember them.Eye contactClothing adjustmentsThe Girlfriend gabJewelry tuggingPreeningSmilingProximityLaughingTexting - Use humor! Don't immediately go for a date. Be funny and witty. Use meems. Tell stories, etc. via /r/dating_advice

[wiseclown91]

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[ozkamal]

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[lettersforyoulettersforme]

11/25/17

Spending this lazy and lovely Saturday morning writing. Stephen is asleep in the other room, he’s going into work late, so I want to make sure that he has enough time to rest.

Joe and Emma are coming over at 12:30 and I am truly OVERJOYED and a little too excited. We’re making pancakes and bagels and eggs and they’re bringing mimosas and I just can’t wait. I do have a lot of school work to do, but I’m trying to be kind to myself, give myself breaks and just rest assured that I have organized everything well. Which is true- I have! 

Meems and I talked for a while yesterday, which was nice. It, as it often does, became a conversation about my Dad and his faults and his behavior. Part of made a feeble attempt to steer the conversation to HER feelings and HER thoughts instead of just what my Dad says and does. But It’s clear that she’s not used to or comfortable thinking that way. She just vents and then says that he wasn’t like this when they met and then sums it up by blaming Doug or my Dad’s arrest. And yeah, I do think that some of those things really fucked up their marriage. No doubt. But I think that those ideas are just dandelions in the wind- we’ll never be able to catch them or make sense of them. They’re not a complete picture. I think that it’s probably easier for her to blame someone else instead of looking at herself. Not saying that she is the problem- my Dad is a narcissist and a rich asshole and there’s noting that my Mom can do to stop a man from being who he wants to be. I just think that she has more power than she realizes. In a way, ,it’s so sad to realize that your mother is not the strong one. She’s not a trailblazer. She says sometimes “I used to think that your Dad was the strong one, but I realize that I’m the strong one now. Comparatively, she is absolutely the one of the two with more inner resolve and strength. But I think the strong thing to do would have been to LEAVE when you’re life is miserable. The strong thing would have been to realize that you deserve more and more and more. The strong thing would have been to take that risk. 

Sally does not take risks. None that I can see. She’s scared of upsetting her parents (even now), scared to talk to her husband, scared to talk to her youngest daughter about her life because she doesn’t want to get “snapped at.” She lives her life in fear and I don’t think that that’s healthy. She certainly has opinions, but she does not want to take a stance when it means that she could be chastised. She’s so afraid of my Dad and it makes me hate him. When Women fear men, it makes me feel a million ways. I know that it comes from a place of privilege to be able to even take a risk and to stand up to your husband, but I wish that she would do it. My Dad rules too much and it’s unfair. She’s uncomfortable with him and she deserves to feel comfortable. 

I don’t know how this happened, but I am thankful to not be my Mother. She is wonderful and ind, but I am thankful to be more of a risk taker. Not exactly a risk taker, but I make choices and I stick behind those choices. I don’t like feeling uncomfortable and I don’t want to feel voiceless. I know that there has been a learning curve that’s gotten me here, but I am here and proud to be. 

I know that we can’t change our parents. That’s just a fact. Well, we can’t change their fundamental behavior, though we can certainly change other aspects and broaden their horizons. But I do know that as much as I love my mom, I don’t want to be like her. I don’t want her marriage, her nice house that’s too big and always too empty, I don’t want her secret unhappiness, her painted smile, her absent husband and father. I love her but I don’t have to emulate her. That’s okay.