#as part of fixing this I learned that Spring will allow you to inject a reference to a class into that same class

[rabbiteclair]

PROGRAMMER OFFICE ETIQUETTE

✓ Acceptable: "This service is too large, and needs to be broken into smaller, more specialized services."

⚠ Potentially Acceptable: "I want to chop this service into pieces with a machete."

🛇 Not Acceptable, Apparently: "I want to chop this service into pieces with a machete and dispose of the chunks in half a dozen dumpsters so it's harder for the cops to investigate."

[thanksjro]

MTMTE #21:  The Sound of Breaking Glass, a prose story- James Did, in Fact, Put That Baby in That Robot

It’s after the fight with Tyrest and his goons, but before Cyclonus stabs Tailgate with a sword for medical purposes. The portal has stopped working, Skids isn’t making any sense, and Rodimus is about to do one of the scariest things you can do as an adult person.

He’s going to make several business-related phone calls.

Perceptor trying to be funny is the oddest take I’ve seen in a bit. I was completely unaware that he had a sense of humor.

Rodimus is looking pretty rough from that nonsense he pulled in the space-crucifix, but he doesn’t want to bother Ratchet, since Tailgate’s still looking like he’s gonna bite it at this point. Besides he’s still got work to do- he fully intends on getting the space bridge back in working order.

The bridge, unfortunately, isn’t making it easy for him; thing’s falling apart and bursting into flames at random intervals.

Rodimus wants to make the last few days at least somewhat worthwhile, a sentiment that Minimus catches onto, and doesn’t seem to agree with. What would it mean, if they were able to say “well, Tailgate, half a religious order, and the concept of trust in the law are dead, but at least we got to finish off our road trip in record time!”? Food for thought, Minimus, I’ll give you that.

Brainstorm runs through the room like a maniac, over the metaphorical moon about something, as he interrupts the conversation. Once he’s gone, Minimus asks about his outer shell, I guess because he feels naked without it. As he collects his belongings, Rodimus brings up their earlier conversation, and reaffirms that he wants to make up for what’s happened. Minimus acknowledges his words, but doesn’t really offer anything in return.

Back over on the Lost Light, we get subjected to a title drop.

Rung is meeting Fort Max in the hollowed-out remains of Swerve’s, because his office is full of corpses. This is a sort-of continuation of their conversation in the brig, where Rung forgave Fort Max for being a big part of why he got shot. They have a brief discussion about where Max’s head is at, and whether or not he’s ready to get back into the workforce after the nightmare hellscape that was Garrus-9. Rung seems to think that the fact that Fort Max is considering his mental health in the first place is a good sign, and offers his services should he be needed.

Too bad they’re going to have to tele-con, since Fort Max is being sent off the ship for his new job.

Over at Rodimus’ office, Rodimus considers hiring Atomizer to redecorate his pad- even though they seem to have very similar tastes when it comes to paintjobs- because he just isn’t feeling the sick flames and hot pink interior anymore.

I see Rodimus is taking the “no fun allowed” route to personal growth. Wonder how long that’ll last.

He has a think about the last conversation he had with Drift before he threw him off the ship, the memory laced with “Overlord murdered a lot of people because of me” guilt. Drift hadn’t been thrilled about the prospect of Rodimus’ inquiry, and made that much known, then volunteered to be the scapegoat. Rodimus hated this idea, horrified by the idea of letting Drift take the fall for him, after all the work he’d put in to try and be liked by people after the whole “Deadlock” thing.

Then Drift revealed that he’s got another reason for not letting Rodimus get kicked off the ship.

Back at Swerve’s, the man himself has made an appearance, interrupting the meeting between Rung and Fort Max, and proceeding to make a fool of himself by way of slapstick. It’s okay though, because he’s too high on actually feeling good about himself for once in his miserable life to feel physical pain.

Rodimus more or less insinuated this exact idea back in issue #17, and it made him so upset he was about to close his bar completely down over it. Good to see our robot Pagliacci bouncing back so nicely.

Brainstorm enters the scene like a vengeful spirit, and I guess Rung and Fort Max just disappear into the aether as he has a little chat with Swerve. Turns out that someone went and took a peek inside the super-secret, possibly-sun-destroying briefcase Brainstorm keeps on his person at all times, and he wants to know who. It was probably a little easier to swing than usual, given that Brainstorm had given up the springs on the clasps of the thing to help break everyone out of moon jail, and he probably had to take at least a little time to recover from his soul halfway evaporating out of his eyes.

Swerve makes a joke, because he has a lot of trouble handling serious situations, then we get confirmation that Brainstorm kidnapped a fucking zygote from the moon.

Brainstorm has a baby inside him.

James, I’m begging you, we can’t keep doing this.

Later, Ratchet’s checking on Tailgate after his stabbing/stabbing repair/cybercrosis cure injection.

Swerve what the FUCK do you think you’re doing with that medical biowaste?

Minimus comes in, looking very silly, as he’s having a heck of a time putting the Magnus Armor back on.

Minimus would like some help getting dressed, and, because clothes for space robots seem to skew more towards body parts than anything else, he’s come to the best doctor on the Lost Light.

(Nobody tell First Aid I said that. I fear his wrath.)

Ratchet is surprisingly handy with the Armor, and it’s revealed that he’s known about Ultra Magnus actually being a completely different, much smaller guy, since the very start.

As in, when Tyrest first started pulling this nonsense.

He didn’t say anything to anyone because he didn’t see the point, then lets Minimus know that he’s his favorite, which gives him a much-needed ego-boost. Minimus wanders off to go put the rest of his clothes on, leaving Ratchet to pull a body out of the morgue that isn’t dead.

Later, on Luna 1, we get to see Rodimus get bummed out about the baby moon not flaring back up. It’s not for lack of trying- he’s crawling around on the ground, rubbing his face in the dirt, all while Getaway watches- but it doesn’t seem like the babies are coming back. Getaway thinks it’s weird that it just kinda turned off, but then again this wasn’t exactly a typical situation, now was it? He tries igniting the Hot Spot himself, planting the first seed of his primus apotheosis diagnosis years from now, then asks our dear captain what’s next on the agenda.

Rodimus, saddened by the loss of literally a billion lives, shakes out his pocket onto the ground.

Don’t worry, the Matrix was in there, so it was totally respectful of the dead. Fort Max rides up, playfully threatening to arrest Rodimus for littering, and we finally get to know what his new career path is.

Duly Appointed Enforcer of the Tyrest Accord.

Also, he brought a friend.

Red Alert, jumping right back into his work, has decided to stay with Fort Max on Luna 1, to chase bad guys and help the Circle of Light recover/prepare for attack. Then he tells Rodimus to turn his phone back on, because Perceptor’s been trying to call him for a while now.

Back at Tyrest’s sweet digs, Perceptor’s gotten the communications system working, and is ready to call Cybertron. Cybertron, who probably thinks they all died back in issue #1, despite Blaster’s best efforts in issue #13 and #15. Blaster did not help with this project, probably because he was busy getting his tiddy compartment fixed.

Perceptor dials, everyone wonders what Bumblebee’s been up to, they get their hopes up, and we get one hell of a reveal for anyone who hasn’t been following along with the sister series up to this point.

Ah, that’s right, I’ve got to do a lightning round for RID, don’t I?

In the Postscript of this prose story, we meet Outrigger, a member of the Circle of Light who will be established as a big honkin’ dork the more we learn about him. He’s just run into Red Alert’s office to tell him about Tyrest having moved. This is a very odd occurrence indeed, as Tyrest was shot in the spine, and should not be able to move. 

The two of them head over to where Tyrest is being held, only to find he’s disappeared from a locked room.

Well, shit.

[imagining-supernatural]

The Darkness Within: Point Blank

Part 13 of The Darkness Within Series

Summary: Bucky is on a self-imposed mission to kill the leader of a small country who wronged him and isn’t expecting there to be any witnesses. But then he is spotted by a young woman who doesn’t react how he expects

Word Count: 1,597

Warnings: Angst. Mentions of torture.

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“Why’d he pick you?”

That was Bucky’s first question. Maybe it would help him figure out why he seemed so drawn to Y/N if he knew why the General chose her.

“I was normal, but slightly smarter than everyone else. Top of my class. Good background for espionage. Helps to blend in and all. I wasn’t athletically inclined, but also not a klutz. That qualified me to be injected with the serum. They wanted to see if it would work on everyone, not just people who already worked out and shit like that. I’m pretty, which put me on the General’s radar. And I turned down a chance to go to university in America because my sister wanted to go to college and I wanted to help put her through it. Be there for her. That made it obvious that I cared for her a great deal and would do anything for her, which was something he could hold over my head. Something he could use to manipulate me. I checked off all the boxes.” As she listed them, she tapped her fingers against Bucky’s arm to count them off. “Spy, serum, fuckable, and exploitable weakness. What more can you ask for?”

As happened every other time, Bucky’s hatred for the General grew with every word she said about him.

Y/N wrapped her hand around his arm and squeezed. “Relax. If you can’t stay in control, I’m not saying another word.”

“I am in control,” Bucky replied.

“Not when it comes to him.”

“And you’re so well-adjusted?” he shot back.

“No,” she said in a soft, hard voice. “I’m just better at hiding it. You need to work on that.”

“Coming from you, that’s funny.” This argument was quickly escalating and they’d barely been in the air for more than twenty minutes. Maybe it would be best to pass the time in silence.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Bucky took a few deep breaths and dropped his head to press against the back of hers while he calmed himself. Thankfully, she allowed him the time to do that. “Sorry, Y/N. Sorry.”

“An apology?” She seemed genuinely surprised.

“Yeah. You’ve been through hell lately and then Steve and I won’t tell you shit and we expected you to tell us everything and when you didn’t, I found other ways.” He felt her question in the sudden tensing of her muscles and found her hand in the dark, giving it a reassuring squeeze before continuing to talk. “If the room is silent, you’ll talk to fill the silence. When you were drunk, I tried to get more information out of you than you wanted to share. I think part of me was hoping you’d figure out I was watching the videos, because you tend to inadvertently reveal more when you’re mad.”

“I think,” she said after an extended silence, “that’s the most words you’ve ever said to me at once.”

“Yeah,” Bucky forced a soft laugh. “Not much of a talker.”

“I hadn’t figured that out. Thanks for telling me.” Light-hearted sarcasm. Bucky could deal with that. She sighed, signaling a change in her thoughts. Her finger started trailing along the plates in his vibranium arm for a moment before she asked, “How many of the videos have you watched so far?”

“First six months.”

She nodded slowly, digesting this information. “That’s what you were watching when I woke up this morning, isn’t it?”

This time he nodded, knowing she would feel the movement. With a sigh, she shifted minutely until she could lean her head back against his shoulder. “Around eight months, they started sending me to a trainer. Working out is hell. Literally hell. But… I don’t know. Out of everything that’s happened because of him, it’s probably the only thing that actually made my life better. Gave me actual purpose, you know?”

Where was she going with this? Sure, it was a piece of insight into what makes Y/N tick, but Bucky was sure there were much more important topics of conversation.

“By then, he’d gotten enough base testing with how the serum interacted with my normal schedule. Sending me to a trainer helped him see how quickly my body would gain strength… stamina… balance and grace and all that other shit I didn’t have, considering I walked into walls more often than not.”

“Did it help?”

She nodded, hair brushing against his cheek. “I mean, you saw me in the gym the other morning. The others who were more genetically physically gifted didn’t have the same accelerated benefits that I did. It actually only took me about two months to get faster and stronger than them. According to the General, of course.”

“The others?”

“Never met them. But, yeah. The General was part of some Hydra offshoot, or something. Everyone in that group chose their… victim. Not everyone was trained like me. I think they all tried different… techniques. Trying to find the most efficient way to create a super-spy.” A deep breath, and then, “Just thought you should know. I’m not the only threat out there.”

“You’re not a threat,” he tried to assure her, but she just laughed without humor.

“With everything I know? With a serum like yours running through my veins? I’m a threat, Bucky. A threat that I’m not sure anyone knows how to kill.”

After a pause, Bucky broached that subject, trying hard not to let his curiosity color his words. “You’ve mentioned that before. Not being able to die.”

“You’re hard to kill, right?”

“But not impossible.”

“I’m sure I’m not impossible to kill either,” she said, voice trailing off in thought.

Bucky wasn’t sure she realized, but her finger was tracing the lines and borders of his vibranium arm as she spoke. And, for the first time since he lost his arm, the touch felt good. Someone else’s hands on him didn’t trigger his fight or flight instinct.

And that realization unnerved him.

“They tested that,” Y/N whispered.

Her voice snapped him back to the present and Bucky realized he’d lost track of the conversation. Steve was right; he would have to figure out what this connection he felt with her was sooner rather than later or it could get him killed. “Tested…”

“How easy I am to kill. How much I can withstand.” Her fingers stilled on his arm, muscles tensing at the memories. Bucky knew all too well the kind of torture Hydra could hand out. “And they kept changing the serum and other things they injected me with. They changed it until…”

“Until?”

He felt her draw in a long, shuddering breath just moments before she grabbed his right hand and guided it under her shirt to the left side of her abdomen. The skin was puckered; a scar. “This was the first time. About a year after I started seeing the General.”

Bucky had a sick feeling, but he wanted confirmation that his thoughts were right. “The first one…”

“Well, I guess it wasn’t the first test, but it was the first one that could have turned out really bad. They shot me to see how fast I would heal.” He couldn’t stop the low growl her words invoked, and he involuntarily pressed his fingers flat against her scar, as if his touch alone could fix it. She continued, his reaction not halting her explanation at all. “Before that, they just cut me. Flesh wounds. They adjusted the serum a few times until the flesh wounds healed almost instantaneously.”

Teeth grinding, Bucky couldn’t help but imagine all the ways he would torture the people who had put her through this.

“Hey,” her soft voice broke through his daydreams and her fingers wove through his on her abdomen. “Calm down, Bucky. I can feel your anger.”

“Aren’t you angry?”

“It doesn’t do any good right now, so no.” She squeezed his hand which, surprisingly, helped his muscles start to relax. “In fact, being mad at this very moment is very, very bad. And if you can’t control yourself, I will shut up. Especially considering anything else I say is going to be worse than what I just said.”

She was right, and he knew it. But knowing that didn’t make it any easier to calm down.

“C’mon, Buck. You’re trained for this. Push your emotions away. Bury them. Put them in a goddamn coffin and nail it shut.” Her stomach rose and fell with the sigh she heaved, then he felt her head fall back onto his shoulder. “You’ll feel better.”

When was he going to get a chance like this again? Uninterrupted time to learn more about Y/N, more about what Cherut was doing, more about why the hell he felt so attached to her?

“Okay,” he whispered after a few deep breaths. “Keep going.”

“You sure?”

A grunt was his only answer, but it was enough for her.

“Alright. Well, they kept testing it until they, uh, they shot me in the heart.” Despite the tiny space they were in, Bucky’s body immediately wanted to spring into action. As if she knew exactly how he would react to that bombshell, Y/N tightened her grip on his hand, and wrapped her fingers around his metal arm.

“I survived,” she whispered reassuringly, but Bucky caught the underlying tone of anger. “And it didn’t leave a scar. So that, Bucky, is what I mean when I say I’m not sure I can die. I’m not sure anyone knows how to kill me, because I’ve literally survived a point-blank bullet to the heart.”

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PART 14: coming soon

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[ohmygoodnessgraciouss]

Hi! I heard u were taking requests so I was wondering if u could do a Steve rogers x reader one shot super fluffy post Endgame (Tony and Nat live) were reader thinks Steve is going to leave her for Peggy but comes back and she tells him that she is pregnant? Thank u so much love ❤❤❤❤❤

Hello!!  Aww, this was so cute to write!  I loved being able to do it, and I hope you enjoy it!! <3 

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It seemed like everything was perfect.  After Nat and Clint somehow annoyed Red Skull enough to give up the soul stone without a sacrifice being made (It turns out Red Skull had lied about all that was required) and Tony along with all of the Avengers snapped to make Thanos and his army vanish, everything returned to normal.  Tony was yelling at Peter for trying to find supervillains, Nat was babysitting Nathaniel while Laura and Clint went on a date, and you and Steve returned to your daily life.  

Yes, you were dating Captain America.  He was an almost perfect boyfriend.  Note the keyword being almost.  He was so sweet, kind, and always willing to make you a priority.  In fact, he recently proposed to you right before the time heist.  He didn't want to miss his chance in case anything happened.  Steve loved you dearly.

You were worried when you heard the story from Tony about the two of them traveling back into the 1970s.  Steve admitted to seeing his first love, Peggy Carter back then.  You and Bucky slowly realized that Steve had been very quiet since he returned.  You'd sometimes catch him looking at his compass, staring at her picture.  You'd have to quickly leave the room, tears springing up in your eyes.  You weren't sure if it was from heartbreak or the hormones.

It turns out that only a week before the final battle, you learned that you were pregnant.  It was supposed to be a regular check-up at the doctor's, but you learned more than you expected.  You didn't tell Steve yet because more important matters were going on and held his attention.  Finding out that he was still had some sort of feelings for Peggy was not a part of the plan.

The time finally came when Steve would have to go return three of the infinity stones.  Tony was taking the other three back considering he knew how to fix the space stone and place it back in the cube.  Steve walked over to you after talking to Bucky.  You smiled, trying to mask the anxiety you had about everything.  "Be careful out there."

"I always am," He smiled back at you.

"Promise to come back to me?"  You asked hopefully.  

Steve nodded as if he were unsure of the answer himself.  You hoped you were wrong.  You hoped that he'd come back, and he'd tell you that he loves you more than Peggy.  Did it sound selfish?  Probably, but you didn't care.  You were selfish when it came to him.  

He walked up to the machine, configuring the GPS.  He watched you as the machine worked its magic, sending him and Tony far off into time.  Bruce counted down the five seconds.  

Those five seconds felt like five years.  The time from 2018 to 2023 seemed shorter than this.  Bucky walked up next to you, trying to comfort you to the best of his ability.  He couldn't control what his best friend would do, but he made sure to tell Steve to think carefully about his options.  

Bruce counted down to zero and Tony returned.  Your breath hitched when you didn't see Steve come back.  Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, Steve came back, falling onto the ground.  You rushed over to him, helping him up.  "What happened?!"  Sam yelled.

"I was having a bit of trouble running from Asgardians after putting the reality stone back.  Apparently, they don't appreciate you injecting a woman with a stone," He commented sarcastically.  He was still working on sarcasm, as it wasn't something everyone used back in the Golden Age.  Even after a decade in the modern world, he was still learning the

You hugged him tightly, surprising him.  Steve hugged you back after a moment, knowing he made the right choice in staying.  He couldn't lie to you.  He was contemplating the choice, but he knew he loved you too much to do that.  There was no way he could let you go after all the time you've had together.  Peggy may have been important to him, but he couldn't imagine a life without you anymore.  

He was knocked out of his thoughts when you spoke again.  "I thought you would've stayed with her," You commented, lifting your head up to meet his gaze.

"I couldn't leave my best girl alone."

"Well," You laughed nervously, unsure of whether or not this was the best place to announce it.

"What is it?" He asked, confused.

"There's something I've wanted to tell you for a while now.  Actually, just a few days before the time heist happened.  Can we talk about it, alone?" You asked, nodding over to where a private space was.  

Steve couldn't predict what was happening.  Actually, a part of him feared that you were ending it right then and there.  He was trying to playback memories from the last few days, trying to remember if there was anything specific that could bring it up.  He could only assume that you spotted him looking at Peggy's picture.  In truth, he was looking at it, trying to figure out a proper place to put it away.  There was a museum dedicated to the Avengers that would probably use it, but a part of him wanted to throw it in a river as well.  He could just toss it in, letting it kick up into the stream, leaving his life for good but continuing onto a new path.  

He nodded, allowing you to drag him over to the more private area by the lakehouse.  Sam and Bucky watched the two of you walk away, confused.  You both looked tense while walking away.  Bucky and Sam weren't sure what to make of it, but shrugged it off, knowing that they didn't have any business with it.  

"Steve, you know I love you, right?"  You asked him.  He didn't like the question, concerned by its meaning, but answered anyway.

"Yes?" He answered in more of a question, implying for you to go on.

"Well, I have something really important to tell you.  Remember when I went to the doctor's for a check-up a little while ago?"  You started fiddling with your fingers.

"Yeah, why?  Did you find something out?"

"Yes, I did.  Steve, I found out that I'm pregnant.  I'm about a month along.  We're going to be parents!"  A grin started to spread on your face.  

You could see the shock on his face stay there for only a few moments before his eyes lit up.  Tears sprung to his eyes as he quickly wrapped his arms around you.  You laughed breathlessly and returned his embrace.

"You just made me the happiest man alive, Y/N L/N."  His hands started to make their way through your hair, brushing through the strands.

You couldn't say anything because you were too happy.  You had your fiance, your friends, your family, and a baby coming to join in soon.  This felt impossible only a month ago.  You could see the front door to Tony's house open up as Natasha and Tony come outside.  Steve turned around to see them, keeping an arm around you.  

"What are you two hugging about, Capsicle?" Tony called out, walking down the steps with Morgan following closely behind.

"Should we tell them?" Steve turned to you, making sure it'd be alright.  

You nodded and started walking over to them.  When that happened, the rest of the Avengers started to group around you.  Bucky raised an eyebrow, surprised to see his best friend so happy.  It almost made him concerned.  

"Well, Tony, it looks like I may need to take some time off from missions.  In about eight to nine months, I'd say," He said, trying to hint at your pregnancy.  Bucky's eyes widened, Sam let out a chuckle, and most of the other Avengers standing around understood exactly what he meant.  Tony, on the other hand, seemed too shocked to understand what was going on.  

"You- what?" He asked.  

While Steve had made the comment, Pepper had come out to grab Morgan.  As she overheard his comment, she quickly congratulated you both.  When she heard how Tony responded, she was quick to tell him as a way to knock him out of his daze.  "Y/N's pregnant, Tony!"  She rolled her eyes and laughed slightly.

"Well, I can't stop you now, can I?" He finally had a response.  You laughed as Pepper nudged his shoulder.  He muttered something quietly to his wife before congratulating you both.  

From Wanda to Peter Parker to Mantis, you were constantly receiving congratulations all day.  Pepper told you that if you ever needed advice she was there for you, Wanda was already planning on finding out how she could help, and Sam was trying to get Steve to drink a beer as a celebratory drink.

The two of you couldn't catch a break after that.  Every time you tried to get alone with him, someone would walk up and disturb the silence.  You didn't mind it all that much considering you hadn't seen everyone for five years though.  Steve felt the same way but made sure to stay near you most of the time.  

Laughs and drinks lasted for the rest of the day.  You couldn't believe it was only just a few days ago that everyone was fighting for their lives against Thanos and his army.  Now, you were sitting on the couch with Steve, watching Bucky and Sam trying to lift up Stormbreaker together.  Thor was laughing at their antics.  Tony, Pepper, Peter Parker, Nebula, and Morgan were all grouped together as if they were one big family.  Wanda talked to Valkyrie and Carol, loving that she was able to relate to someone.  Bruce was showing Shuri how he made the time machine as she critiqued every single one of his steps.  You didn't pay that much attention to them considering you didn't understand anything they said.  Either way, you were happy to see it all happen.  

For once, everything seemed okay, and you were grateful to be here to experience it all with your (quite large) family.

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All your questions can be answered, if that is what you want. But once you learn your answers, you can never unlearn them. ~Neil Gaiman, American Gods

I wish I could have seen Garden of the Gods through virgin eyes, eyes not tainted by previous experiences, not undergirded by unrealistic expectations. I wanted to feel again the initial shock giving way to ecstasy when the seal is broken and I immerse in wonder. But I could not. My bell was rung years ago, has been reverberating ever since. The original hot shot injected directly into my soul turned me into a desperate addict, a hopeless junkie, suffering the gnawing monkey since 1985. That single taste, a first taste fixing stained red claws into my psyche where they grip with the force of a terrified lizard clamped down on the soft parts of a hand threatening to do it harm. I have only been able to appease it, temporarily appease it a half dozen times. The last a brief taste bud tickler, a flick across the nubbin, four years ago. Next year, however, I’m planning a 2.5-week pilgrimage swimming solo through dust dry dust desert canyons, sleeping viscerally beneath the vast star blanket whose extent is visible only on pitch nights from isolated desert heavens. Until then….methadone, simulated experiences designed to ease my withdrawal symptoms.

The Urban Dictionary defines a junkie as a person consumed by an addiction where aspects of life suffer as they sacrifice everything, including dignity in a vain quest to satisfy their addiction. I don’t suffer daily but agonize enough that I feel the steely clamp constricting my soul’s ability to breathe. I temporarily mollified the pig with a short visit to Sedona in the Spring timed poorly to coincide with Spring Breakers. Still, there were isolated moments I was deeply satisfied such as when we found an offshoot trail at the top of Castle Rock where we moved in separate directions each to immerse in isolation bathed in breezes, the twitter of insect feasting birds, and the presence of presence.

A few months later I find myself desperate for another fix and we plan a trip to the grandiosely named Garden of the Gods. God’s garden is Southern Utah with a jumping off point in Moab. The Colorado version is not even a poor second, not a poor third, nor a poor tenth. It is more aptly categorized as metha-don’t! If you love outdoors, don’t do it. If you love red rock canyons, don’t do it. If you are a junkie like me, metha-don’t do it for it will only break your heart.

How best to metaphorize?

Imagine you have spent the last few months in ancient Varanasi, the holiest city, adjacent to the holiest river in all of India. Besides the sensory blanket enveloping everything you do, it is a place without alcohol and the only food offering is vegetarian. The vegetarian delectables are exquisitely spiced, still, do not temper your desire for some good home fixings, the solids you masticated after weaning from mama’s titty. Every day in Varanasi your craving grows for a three-inch thick filet mignon cooked medium rare marinating in red juices served with a side baked potato smothered in melted butter accompanied by a lovely bottle of pinot noir all shared with the love of your life by candlelight while Frank Sinatra croons over the sound system. The drive becomes so intense, steak sizzles in your dreams and you wake up every morning salivating.

You land back in the US and discover the love of your life maxed out the credit cards, emptied your joint bank accounts then skipped the country with a buff pool boy. The only cash you have is the leftover Rupees from the trip which, when converted at the airport at a crappy exchange rate leave enough money for a Mickey D’s hamburger and a juice box hastily consumed under glaring light in uncomfortable chairs while insidious musack competes for air space with screaming children. This is the devastation I felt visiting Garden of the Gods.

Day 1 – Rescued Animals Regaining Souls, A Broken Screen, and Heartless Reds

We headed out down to Colorado Springs, sister city to Garden of the Gods after visiting a wild animal sanctuary East and slightly North of the Denver International Airport. The sanctuary is home to rescue animals, most large beasts including black bear, grizzly bear, timber wolves, lots of lions transferred when the South American country, Ecuador I think it was, outlawed lions in circuses and attractions, a dozenish tigers including a white beauty. There were also a few foxes and coyotes. A mile and a half elevated walkway cuts one way through the complex necessitating a return trip to exit the park. The animals are viewed in large habitats from on high, a god’s eye view. The complex was impressive. Had I a solid working long lens and a tripod, I would have been able to capture some intimate animal photos.

The only drawback of the sanctuary, my camera bag fell out of the car cracking the viewing screen when it crashed into the pavement. It was still able to shoot pics but I was not able to check them for quality. Before going to Garden of the Gods, we pit-stopped at a camera store where I purchased a Canon intermediate model 80D with an f4.0 18mm to 135mm lens. I had been contemplating a new camera for a couple of years with a definite buy before Africa in 2020 trip. I moved the purchase up a year, 16 months to practice before safari time to ensure camera mastery.

We arrived in the evening. The roads weren’t crowded, they would be packed on the 2nd day, still, the less than ample parking was a challenge. After a couple of slow circles around the park stuck behind gawkers and crawlers unused to traveling anything but the flattest roads and completely lacking turnout etiquette allowing more confident drivers to pass, we found a parallel parking spot where someone just pulled out.

A short walk down the road brought us to a 2nd parking lot with a trailhead to a nice hike on an earthen trail. This would be a nice warmup for the 4 miler we planned on day 2. The trail was well marked and worn ensuring, even without a map, getting lost would have taken hard work or a complete inability to sense direction. Even the visually challenged could manage as the trail was corralled by fences. Fences in a park? Not unheard of but rare nonetheless. The trail showed a few nice views of red rock before crossing a road into a significant stand of rock monoliths. My heart beat a little faster. Was this a portent of the morrow’s hike?

Across the street, the trail was paved. We walked past a fenced off grassy area to a nearby set of vertical rocks. Their color bathed in the low angled sun tingled my innards driving me to pop off a few shots, still, though, with the old camera. The 80D was not yet unpacked nor battery charged. Some monoliths were side by side like pages in a well-read book. Others were single. The set was interconnected by dirt paths, mostly submerged rocks with a fin exposed adding a slight challenge to our walking. The layout allowed for some pseudo climbing. My wife climbed into a few gaps between the monsters and posed for pictures. Then it was my turn.

The rock, though the color of Moab, is a completely different texture, more like a 20 grit sandpaper than the 100 grit I prefer. And it was cold. Not temperature cold, soulless cold. As I lay my hands and cheek against the rocks I could tell they were completely devoid of soul. My ears, pressed against their surface, did not detect a heartbeat. Never before had I experienced such…such…sadness and loneliness in a natural formation. All beings in the outdoors are normally vibrant, buzzing with energy. These felt more like a discarded eggshell with the essential elements drained.

We did not stay too long. We were hungry and still needed to check into our hotel. I wanted to be sure we were rested for the long hike the next day hopefully kicking off early in the morning after a quick visit to the Garden of the Gods Visitor Center for a map. I still had hope for a longish, slightly taxing, mostly relaxing hike the following day. I have to admit, I was also anxious to discover the nuances of my new camera especially the automatic bracketing, a feature I’ve lusted over for years.

Day 2 – Signs, Signs, Everywhere The Signs

The Visitor Center opened at 8, we arrived by 9, way before the crowds descended. When talking to the ranger about the four miler we were hoping to take his comments were, you must be adventurous, take lots of water it’s going to be hot today, apparently upper 70s is hot for the area, and you won’t see much from the loop trail. All the rock formations are in the center of the park. The conversation convinced us our planned hike would be a mistake. Instead, we opted to park in the largest lot a quarter mile from the Visitor Center, enter from the side we had not seen the previous day and beat the crowds.

Well, the lot was already packed to overflowing. Sedona deja vu! We returned to the loop road with the growing line of cars driving until we found a parking space at the same lot we hiked from the previous evening. I squeezed the truck into a narrow, shaded slot and we began our hike. The trail is a loop. Unlike yesterday, we took the longer side of the loop this time hoping for increased solitude. The air was fresh, just the lower side of slightly chilly. Delicious for hiking. We heard a flicker singing eloquently near the top of a leafless yet green budding tree. The bird had a red mustache. A cottontail grazed silently on the dewy grass. It felt promising.

We rounded the trail cutting between tall bushes and a gently babbling brook (or was that the hum of rubber on the road?) We came to an intersection with a spur to our right heading away from the central park. We initially took the turn but upon hearing a very loud voice chose to turn back. The voice came closer. It was a cowboy-hatted trail guide leading a group of horse tourists. We pulled to the side while the guided shouted to the guided in a voice that carried far to the back of the pack the trail guide spiel of the area. Of course, the stopped horses decided it was time to both piss and shit leaving puddles and trail apples in the path we needed to take to reach the park center.

Even as the guide and horses moved out of our sight, that voice was still loud and carrying far in the crisp morning air. It wasn’t only my imagination. Someone off in the distance yelled for the loud voice to quiet down. Apparently, he was irritating more than just me, us. He did not oblige never attenuating his voice. We explored a side trail until they moved far enough out of earshot then returned to our original path.

We crossed into the central park at the same point. A group sat across the trail refusing to make way for crossers. I had to force my way through. We were back at the fence and paved trail from the day before. We looked at the posted map, quickly scanned to assess people density, and opted to go left around a meadow avoiding the densest of the crowds. Halfway around, we sat on a rock because I wanted to admire the wider view showing the monoliths. They were less red in the cooler light. Still, they were attractive.

It was here I realized we were experiencing a menagerie. The wooden, tow rail fences placed throughout the park held us at bay from connection and intimacy with the rocks and grasses. Signs told us to stay on the trail, not to climb without permits, and the many stop no hiking allowed. There were even signs flat on the ground where there were no fences warning to stop this is not a trail. The sign most tempting to draw me off the trail in defiance was the one that said notice rattlesnakes may be present stay on the trail. It has been thirty years of desert hiking and I still have not seen a rattlesnake in the wild.

We walked all the available trails in the garden with the exponentially growing crowds in relatively short time despite walking at an ambling pace. We did walk up a rocky trail to an outcropping with a nice overview. As did quite a few other people. There was a continuation we wanted to explore hoping for a similar experience to the spur we discovered on top of Castle Rock but there was a trail guard sitting in the way turning back any wanting a bit more adventurous experience.

The more I walked the more agitated my soul became, completely the opposite of my normal joy at communing with nature. I was reminded of the polar bear in Chicago’s Brookfield Zoo that repeatedly walked the same path in its small enclosure mostly moving backward. It had grown neurotic over the years of confinement and was a polar bear in form only, a white shell. The fundamental essence had been lost with its mind.

These rocks behind the fences and warning signs were the animals in the cages. They could not even look at each other without the man-made barriers separating them from their kith and kin. The reason they felt soulless and heartless is they, too, had grown neurotic from being caged in. They had decayed into lifeless shells.

The crowds were so thick it was like waking the city streets during rush hour. I was feeling more emotionally drained as the day wore on. We were out of the park by noon choosing, instead, to visit Pike’s Peak a day earlier than originally planned. It was a good choice as the weather provided great viewing and the following day’s drive to the Great Sand Dunes National Park was leisurely with ample time for side explorations including an interesting National Park famous for fossils and petrified trees.

Conclusion

Garden of the Gods wasn’t a place for us but that doesn’t mean it is not for everyone. If your haute cuisine is typical US style, flavorless gruel served at chain restaurants, Garden of the Gods may be a place for you. The only people I would suggest Garden of the Gods as a place to visit are people with small children who need to be carted around in strollers all or part of the time, the infirm needing paved walkways amenable to wheelchairs, or city folk never previously ventured outside concrete canyons who would be lost walking a dirt path and unaware the rocks have lost their heartbeats. If you are an outdoors person who likes challenging hikes to see phenomenal nature, don’t go. It will only crush your soul.

Garden of the Gods, Metha-don’t to My Junkie All your questions can be answered, if that is what you want. But once you learn your answers, you can never unlearn them.