#but yeah Golden Cheese is easily the best one currently

[quibbs126]

Dark Cacao is in desperate need of a buff; from what I understand he’s currently sitting at the worst of the Ancients meta wise and I want to use him in the game again and for him to be useful. They were able to give some to Hollyberry and Pure Vanilla back during City of Wizards, surely they can give him one too

Though also I do find it a bit ironic considering that when I started the game, Dark Cacao I think was considered the best of the Ancients to use, and now he sits as the worst

[missinghan]

falling for the first time ⤖ bang chan

❖ genre : hogwarts au; fluff

❖ word count : 2,1k.

❖ warning : explicit language

❖ summary : your plan of putting all effort into avoiding bang chan as much as possible has been going smoothly for almost seven years until he asks you for a dance at the Yule Ball. or alternatively, your families hate each other but wait...has he always had those golden flecks in his eyes?

❖ author’s note : here’s the song they’re dancing to 🖤

one.

The once cold ballroom has waited for eons it seems, for a real heart to beat a new rhythm into the matter that made it. 

Meanwhile, you too have been waiting (for two-ish hours) in the corner with your cup of root beer abandoned at a table for your dance partner. You’re currently half-clutching your dress and half-panicking because Chan wouldn’t miss an event as extravagant as the Yule Ball. He’s not the type to be sour over little things either just because he didn’t win the Triwizard Tournament. Or perhaps someone else just happened to ask him? 

A blood-curdling shriek bursts your eardrums. 

Jeongin gives you a nudge with his elbow from behind. “Grilled scream-cheese?” he asks with a mouthful of gluten and carbs, a plate of a sandwich with a (literally) screaming slice of cheese slapped in the middle. 

“No, my appetite is ruined,” you say, pushing it away slightly and heaving an audible sigh. 

The Ravenclaw boy makes an alarming noise—something similar to ‘uh-oh’ and swallows the big bite from before as fast as he can. “Where’s Chan?”

You only shrug, “Don’t know. Don’t care.” If only you could do that with the train of thoughts that have been going in and out of your ears for the past a hundred and twenty minutes. 

“Y/N, you look troubled,” he purses his lips, frowning at you. 

“I’m not,” you voice in denial, trying your best not to come off as snappy. No, you will not give up your facade that easily. You won’t leave Chan’s ego nor Jeongin to rest without a fight by saying that you actually want to dance with the heathen!

“Yeah right, let me-“

“Don’t. What if he’s already asked someone else?” You momentarily shudder at how sad you sound. The root beer shouldn’t have hit you this hard. “I mean look at him, he’s Bang Chan. I’m pretty sure those girls from Beauxbatons have been eyeing him up and down since the Tournament.” 

Jeongin lets out a huff of laughter in disbelief. “Are you even hearing yourself right now?”

“One of you guys could have asked me. Or I should have paid Jisung to be my partner yesterday. I just, I don’t know, what am I saying? I’m confused.”

Your friend is officially done with your bullshit so he decides for himself that he will now set down his food to make your first and last Yule Ball arguably unforgettable. “Honestly? I can lie and say I would dance with you if you weren’t so full of pride. But truth is, none of us asked you to dance because we all know how badly Chan wants this opportunity. Wake the fuck up! He’s been planning this since forever. I’ll go look for him, wait here,” he points a finger at you before running off, leaving your heartbeat pause awkwardly like a broken record. 

The ballroom feels significantly colder now. 

“Miss Y/N?”

Ah, perfect timing. What’s another way to phrase ‘being an absolute idiot at a ball’? Oh right, it’s ‘talking to your professor five minutes before the first dance while your friends are socializing left and right’. 

“Yes, Headmistress McGonagall?”

Your professor peers around when she realizes that you’re all alone. “Are you and Mister Bang ready?”

“R-ready?” Suddenly, you feel out of place. 

“Well, of course. It’s only traditional that the three champions start the first dance!”

“Oh.”

two. 

Only the celestial bodies above can know how melancholy you are. But you’re met with a sky without stars tonight. 

With your head on your elbows, lips pressed into a straight line, your gaze falls from the endless canvas of darkness to the hustle and bustle of students leaving the Great Hall to head back to their designated dormitories. A sigh. You definitely don’t need to know what they’re going to do for the after-party. Ryujin used to show you an article on this peculiar machine called ‘a laptop’ that the more you sigh, the faster you age. If Chan keeps doing shit like this to you, you’re gonna be all old and wrinkly by the time he comes here. 

If he is going to show up at all that is. 

The moment you peel your eyes away from the overcrowded main gate, a broad figure is shuffling himself through his drunk Quidditch teammates, sloppy couples, and burnt out professors. He dashes through the empty hallways to reach the spiral staircase, skipping three steps at a time, risking the chances of falling on his face just to get to you. 

Pulling himself to a halt at the last step, Chan sees you all curled up against the balcony railings and feels a pang of guilt wash over his innards like a wave. You’re pulling your legs toward your chest, defeated eyes gazing into the space ahead while your hair falls to your face messily. Like you’ve gone through the depths of the Fourth Dimension, struggling through dark matters and a rite of divinity at the end of the line. All for him. 

You’re beautiful. 

And the amount of affection that’s piling upon his rib cage? Astronomical. 

Your gaze is averted away; even with a slight scowl, sloppy clothes and messed up hair, you still flare radiance. He thinks that if a meteor shower is happening right now, you can still outshine it. “You came,” you mention. 

For once, Chan finds himself at a loss for words. “Y-Yeah,” he manages to swallow. Yeah? What the fuck, Chan? Is that all you’ve got to say? 

“I-I’m sorry, Y/N. Yeji accidentally mistook one of Minho’s potions for her allergy medicine so I gotta take care of that before coming,” he scratches his forearm awkwardly, head hung low with guilt. “I didn’t know it would take that long…”

“Oh.” Wow, jealous stinks. This isn’t pre-school, you’d better snap out of it. “Let’s head back. I wanna check on her before passing out.” 

“She’s fine now, sleeps like death. Chaeryeong is there too, you know, just in case.” Chan feels perplexed as he tries to coax anything but the ‘head back’ option from you. 

You tilt your head. “And...?”

“I’m afraid you owe me something?” A slow smile begins to outstretch upon his facial muscles, deepening the dimples on either side of his cheeks that you adore the most. “A dance, I believe,” he makes a thinking face while striding toward you. 

Coldly, you stand up to dust your dress. “I don’t want to.” You’re not having it, he can tell. But does Bang Chan ever give up? 

“A bet is a bet, Y/N.”

Chan’s hand fishes inside the pocket of his trench coat to take out his wand. His hand delicately gives it a swift flick; once, and twice followed by a low mumble from his lips. Immediately, light pulses from the tip of the wand before shooting upward, disintegrating into a million bits as though a starry night is embracing the both of you. He does the same action again to cast a different spell. Music laces through every fiber of air without effort, like honey being poured into your ears. 

“It’s just one bet,” he pouts with a hand fully extended toward you. 

You should have realized how good Chan looks tonight. A black dress shirt that’s buttoned below appropriate, matching trench coat, silver accessories lining his fingers and ears with naturally tousled hair from running here. He looks so gorgeous that it almost suffocates you, that it almost makes you want to hiss ‘fucking unfair’ out loud. 

Enchanted by his poise and grace, your body reacts without the consent of your mind. You seize up when you unknowingly place your hand on top of his, the touch sending electricity down your spine. A simple response has become all too complicated for your brain to process. 

You grow breathless the moment he grabs you by the waist and pulls you flush against him. “Yeah, a bet so you’ll leave me alone,” you remark sarcastically to ease your nerves. 

“Look, it’s not my fault that the Goblet of Fire chose me to participate in the Tournament,” Chan chuckles lowly, eyes crinkling into crescent moon shapes while he sways you to the soft melody. Dots of light continue to float around weightlessly, reflecting the golden flecks in his eyes. He’s ethereal in the worst way—the way that isn’t healthy for your heart. 

But you soon slap on another scowl when you realize he just reminded you of why you’re even here in the first place. If only you weren’t so salty about Slytherin winning your team over at the final Quidditch match before the holiday occurs. Let’s just say you weren’t exactly in the best mind state after getting your ass kicked in your favorite sport. 

And Chan wasted no time to slip in between the line of comical humor and your ultimate torment. Which results in—if you get to attend the Triwizard Tournament, he will leave you alone for the rest of your life; but if he is the chosen one, he gets a dance with you at the Yule Ball. 

It’s really not all that bad if you think twice about it. Dancing with Bang Chan, the Slytherin’s Quidditch team captain, the student with perfect academics and conduct for six years straight, and now one of the Triwizard Tournament champions this year. 

Music threads through the atmosphere and lifts away gravity. You can’t count how many times you have stepped on his toes due to nervousness because you’re too much of a coward to look him in the eye. But he’s the only thing you can seem to focus on right now. 

“Besides, don’t you think this is a good opportunity to get rid of the tension between us?” Chan asks honestly, and this causes you to perk up. 

“What?”

Lights are twinkling with every step as Chan spins you around gently, your dress billowing out prettily as your heels click against the cold concrete. After that, he swiftly pulls you back into his arms and you exhale in relief like you were meant to be there all this time. 

“Don’t act dumb, you’re terrible at it. I know the only reason why you’ve been avoiding me since first year was because of our families’ stupid grudge. ”

Your eyes are cast downward, sadness glinting in your round pupils. “Either way, my parents wouldn’t like to see me talking to you. And look at what we’re doing. It’s going to be catastrophic if they find out.”

“Well, they can’t just magically appear now, can they?” Chan leans a little closer to lock his eyes with yours. 

And you break it seconds later because you’re an absolute coward for a Gryffindor. “We’re attending a magic school. Anything is possible.”

“Did they even tell you what the actual problem was in the first place?” he huffs out in faint annoyance. 

You shake your head. “I don’t think they’d even remember.”

“Then would you stop giving me that look as if I just shooed your owl way every time I said ‘hi’ on my way to class? Have you ever thought about my feelings? About us being civil for once? Like friends? Or even more so?”

“I-“ 

“We’re not our parents, Y/N.”

Your heart becomes all erratic at his words. It’s nothing like those fully-fledged, tear-jerking nor cheesyass confessions that you’ve gawked at one too many times, but it makes your heart flutter and stirs up those cliché butterflies inside your stomach. This can’t be compared to the Yule Ball—it’s even better than that. Because it feels as though you and Chan are the only presences that graze the surface of this land. There’s no one to judge, no fingers to point, no gossip spreading like wildfire. 

It’s perfect. Almost. 

“Us...it’s not- it can’t happen. It’s not supposed to happen. It’s not possible, Chan.”

Wordlessly, he stops, moves both of your hands to his shoulders, and wraps his arms around your torso. The sound of your heartbeat against his is so in sync they just drown out the music completely. Time is frozen in place, leaving you to hang on the edge with him, hanging onto this single moment as thin as the red string of fate. You’re waiting for him to do something, say something. 

Just then, Chan cracks a wry smile and pulls you closer by the nape of your neck, resting his forehead comfortably on yours. “We’re attending a magic school. Anything is possible.”

[whimsicallyreading]

Dark Roast No Sugar

Chapter Three

Aelin would never admit it out loud, but a day off was just what she needed. She spent the morning napping, snacking, and reading. Her stomach settled, and when she took off her shoes, her feet didn't look like they belonged to a bloated cadaver.

 Spending that time with Aedion was also refreshing. He kept the conversations light. Telling her about the antics between hostesses at The Pits, a run-in between Ren and the police. A story about the drug dealer they'd roughed up and how he'd pissed his pant when he saw Aedion and the stray puppy Kyllian had snuck into The Den.

 When they got hungry, Aedion offered to make them a late lunch. Her mouth watered at the prospect of his famous grilled cheese with two kinds of cheeses and ketchup.

 Lysandra came up to join them for lunch and her nose wrinkled at the sight of them dragging the cheesy goodness through globs of red sauce. "By the dark god, you two. That's disgusting."

 Aedion grins, a dot of ketchup on his chin, "You haven't even tried it yet. This meal is a riot with the guys and saved my ass with foster siblings." He wiped his face on his sleeve and leaned back in his chair. "You don't shit on the kid who can actually make edible food."

 Aelin laughs and dusts her hands off like a lady. "Actually, you don't shit on the kid who looks like he started doping at eleven. But yeah, I'm sure it was your budget lunches that saved you."

 "Shut up, you love it when I cook," Aedion collected their plates.

 Lysandra pulls up the chair next to Aelin's at their tiny, rickety table. She set down her container of salad, looking classier with her more mature pallet. Aelin swiped a cucumber from the top and chewed into the seasoned veggie. "Your food is nostalgic. What can I say?"

 Aedion's playful demeanor seemed to deflate suddenly, a furrow creasing his brow. "I suppose why I have you two together, we should talk some business."

 "Uh oh, that doesn't sound good." Lysandra tensed up, shooting a worried look at Aelin.

 "Is it the bidding for this month? I told you I could get at least an extra hundred dollars to you by the end of the month. If you need more, I could-"

 Aedion cut off Aelin's rambling with a raised hand. "It's not the bidding. Elias pulled enough to cover our bets for the month." Relief flooded through her, and she breathed out a sigh of relief.

 The underground fighting game in Orynth was wildly exclusive. To get a spot during prime hours when tickets were hot and the betting pool was hotter, the local gangs had to participate in an auction. It was pricey, but the cuts you got from winning a fight made up for it big time.

  Unfortunately, the Bane was not a wealthy group of men. A lot of them had families or relatives they were supporting. They usually scavenged up enough money to get two or three guys into the fights, and those funds were just enough to pull them through to the next month.

 Like Aelin, those families did what they could to fund money towards the bidding. Initially, she was going to volunteer as a fighter, but she found out about the baby, and they all agreed it was too risky for her to get in the ring. As soon as she was cleared, she still intended to participate in the fights to Aedion's chagrin.

 Between the extra patrols of her street and snuffing the rumors of her existence in the city, it took a chunk of the Bane's recourses and time. Aedion assured her that the guys understood her circumstances, but she contributed as much as she could monetarily until she could contribute physically as well. "What's going on then?"

 "Rolf took a beating in the ring last night. He's going to be out of commission for a while, but we didn't lose any money. He managed to bust the guy's head at the last moment and pulled through." He paused.

 Aelin was confused, though. It wasn't uncommon for one of the guys to get roughed up a bit, so long as they didn't lose, there wasn't an issue. "That's too bad about Rolf, but I don't see the problem?" she pushed him to continue.

 "He swears the guy was tripping on Synth," Aedion breathes out, pained.

 Oh.

 "Shit," Lysandra swears and stands up. "Is he sure it was Synth?"

 "It's kinda hard to rutting mistake, Lysandra," Aedion snapped. He was right, though. The Pits had rules against cheating, but they were followed loosely. If they couldn't see a knife being pulled, the fight wouldn't be called. Some of the Bane even doped before a match just so they wouldn't get caught at a disadvantage.

 Synth had a lot of physical effects. Adrenalin coursed through the user at such high rates it was practically superhuman. It gave them crazy speed, strength, and heightened focus. On the flip side, it also caused fever, bulged veins, twitching, bloodshot eyes, and uncontrollable rage as you came down. It would be hard to mistake it for any other street drug. Aelin had taken Synth once before, and it wasn't an easily forgettable experience.

 The detail they were glossing over was that only one person was currently capable of leaking a drug like Synth on the streets.

Arobynn Hammel

 "So," Aelin finally said, breaking up the heated glares they were sharing. "He's making his presence in Orynth known."

 Quiet.

 "We can't know it for sure," Aedion looked at her with a sickening amount of pity. Aelin didn't want sympathy or comforting falsities. She wanted the truth.

 "Bullshit," Aelin declared, making Aedion wince at the sudden sharpness. "We've had sightings of Tern and Mulligan already. We knew he was sending eyes out. They must have seen us."

 Lysandra sunk back into her chair and rested her head in her hands. "I thought we made it?" her voice sounded extraordinarily young, feeble. Not at all like the vivacious woman they were used to seeing.

 "Lys," it was Aelin's turn to rest a comforting hand on her friend's shoulder.

 Her eyes were glassy and hollow when she looked up. "I really had myself believing we made it."

 Aelin's heart broke for her.

 Arobynn was a sick son of a bitch. She, Lysandra, and Sam had all come into his care at different times and served various functions within the Manor. One thing was the same though, they were all children.

 They were all coerced into doing grotesque things for Arobynn's sake. Things that they should, in all honesty, spend years in therapy to recover from. Yet, some horrors were too big for even Aelin to pretend to understand.

 Horrors that Lysandra was forced to live with every day.

 Arobynn's unofficial mistress.

 Aedion's fist slamming against the table startled them both and snapped Aelin from her thoughts. Lysandra flinched and leaned closer to Aelin. "It doesn't matter."

  He pointed his finger at them and then stabbed it into the table. "It. Does. Not. Matter. Where that piece of shit is. Rifthold? Wendelyn? He can be an hour away or watering the rutting flowers next door, but he will never have either of you ever again." The golden core in Aedion's eyes was molten.

 The excitement was too much for Lysandra, and the dam behind her eyes broke. Deep, heavy sobs ripped from her chest, and her body wilted forward like a wind-whipped flower.

 They moved at the same time, but Aedion was faster. He pulled Lysandra from her seat and gathered her against his chest, shushing her and whispering sweet nothings into her hair.

 The bells rang downstairs.

 Aedion looked up helplessly, but Aelin raised a hand and mouthed, "It's fine."

 None of them wanted Lysandra to be alone right now.

 Aelin slipped her shoes back on and hopped down the stairs quickly. Hopefully, they wouldn't be too pissed no one was behind the counter when they walked in, she mused to herself. It only took her half-a-minute to get downstairs, but it was amazing the things people got outraged over.

 Mala forgive that the coffee gets in their hand a second later than usual.

 "Do my eyes deceive me, or was Aelin Galathynius taking a break?" Dorian Havilliard's greeted her with a bright smile and upraised hands. No trace of agitation at all.

 Chaol Westfall stood behind him and meekly tilted his chin. "Hello, Aelin."

 "Hello, Chaol." She greets him with a smile and walks into Dorian's outstretched arms. Aelin wasn't a hugger, but Dorian's hugs had a magic to them.

 "Where did you go?" Dorian asked without breaking his grasp. "I never thought I'd see the day you weren't slaving away behind the counter grinding beans."

 "We weren't super busy today, and I wasn't feeling the best," Aelin admitted.

 Dorian pulled away slightly to look down at her in concern. His dark, thick-framed blue light glasses slipping down his nose.

 "It's just the baby," she assures him. "Not the flu or anything. You don't have the right parts to catch what I've got."

 Chaol snickered, but Dorian's concern only worsened. "In all seriousness, you aren't working yourself too hard?"

 Aelin rolled her eyes. If one more person asked her that-

 "I'm fine, Dor. It was just some morning sickness and a stressful customer that came through. No big deal."

 His shoulders relax, and he releases her from his arms. "I believe you. Just-" he fumbles for the words to say, "If you have troublesome people coming in here and bothering you, let me know? Chaol can come over and hang out for the day. He has a friend, Nesryn. If it gets bad, I am more than willing to hire her-"

 Aelin smiled at him and waved at him. "No need for bodyguards. People are rude. It happens. Now, what can I get for the both of you?"

 Dorian was the son of the esteemed son of Dorian Sr. The owner of Adarlan Vaults, the most extensive banking chain across Erilea. It was a total accident that they stumbled into each other when Aelin went in looking for a loan to start The Stag with.

 At first, he was a bit of a flirt with her. When Aelin made it clear that she wasn't interested in his advances, Dorian backed off right away and fell into the role of the supportive friend. He and Chaol had been the first patrons of the shop when the doors opened.

 Chaol was technically his hired protection, but he and Dorain were life long friends bound by something more powerful than money. She never saw the two of them apart. While he appeared to be a quiet sort, he had a sharp mind and fierce loyalty that Aelin admired.

 "Two iced girl scout americano's," Dorian pulled out his wallet and handed her a twenty. "Large, please."

 Aelin accepted the cash and started filling cups as the two took their standard seats. She just got the espresso machine heated when a set of hands pushed her's aside and began flipping the switches for her.

 "Aedion," she groaned as his hip bumped her to the side, and he took over her tasks. "Seriously?"

 "You are supposed to be taking the day off," he looks at her pointedly. "Go sit with your friends. I've got this."

 "Do you have this?" Aelin set a hand on her hip. "You haven't used these machines before."

 Aedion scoffed, "It cannot be that complicated. Now go. Before Lysandra comes back down and wipes the floor with both of our asses." He pulls out two large mugs and grabs out a bottle of coconut flavoring. "Baby A is shielding you for now, but that woman has the memory of a rutting elephant. Don't think you can hide behind my niece or nephew forever." He's more talking to himself by the end as he starts over pouring syrups into cups. Did he even know what he was making? Aelin winced.

 She might have to return the twenty to Dorian.

 Aelin walks away reluctantly, "Mind if I sit here for a minute, boys?"

 Chaol stands up and pulls a chair out for her, "Not at all."

 He holds out a hand to help her sit, but she waves it away. She wasn't that pregnant yet.  

 Dorian has a hardbound book sitting in front of him, the face of his expensive watch catching the light as he turns the page. "I haven't seen you by the bank this week," he says without looking up from the page.

 "We've been enjoying the peace," Chaol sits back in his own seat and flashes her a grin. "That's a joke, of course. It's been horribly boring."

 "It's been a busy week. I haven't had a chance to drop my deposit off yet." Aelin typically made an excuse to visit the bank at least once a week. Dorian would kindly excuse whatever teller was working to take a break and promptly close the register so they could sit in the break room and talk over cookies and drip coffee.

 She was planning on going yesterday, but her feathers were too ruffled after the incident.

 "I suppose I can live without that excuse since I've taken it upon myself to visit you at work." He pulls a plastic bag filled with assorted chocolates and places it on the table between them. "If you need to drop off a deposit, I can take it back with me?"

 Aelin's hand darts to the bag of sweets and pulls out a dark, salty square. "Have I mentioned you are the most attractive man I've ever met?"

 They hear a loud scoff from the kitchen.

 "You've mentioned it a few times." He glances up from his book long enough to wink at her. "What about that deposit?"

 "I don't think I will have a big enough deposit to warrant the trip this week," the excuse isn't well-formed, and she hears it when the lie falls from her lips.

 "You said you had a busy week?" Dorian frowns.

 I did, but I'm putting aside extra money to fund my cousin's gang because my former foster father has a hit out on me.

 "The tips have been bad" not a total lie. "Maybe it will pick up again over the weekend," Aelin shrugs nonchalantly.  

 Aedion walks over with two cups of coffee and a mug of tea. He lets Dorian's drink slosh over the side as he sets it down. Dorian lifts his book away from the mess and glares.

 She wasn't sure what went down between Dorian and Aedion that made them hate each other. Chaol and Aedion had no qualms. They were even drinking buddies on the weekend, but Aedion had a bone to pick with Dorian long before she'd arrived back in Orynth.

 Aelin half-heartedly scolded Aedion as she accepted her drink. Taking a deep drink from the mug, she was surprised to find that it was made exactly as she liked.

 Chaol sipped his coffee, and Aelin watched as he barely held back a grimace. Dorian reached for his own cup, but Chaol discretely pulled it away before he could drink. Aelin caught the motion, but thankfully Aedion was already back in the kitchen and hadn't noticed.

 "I will remake those for you before you leave," Aelin assured them.

 "It's alright. As much as I love coffee, I really came by to spill tea," Dorian took his glasses off and leaned back in his chair.

 "Gossip," Chaol translated. "He means gossip."

 Dorian rolls his eyes, "That's what tea means, Chaol." Leaning forward with his elbows on the table, "A company called Wendlyn Ops. bought out The Pits."

 "What?" Aelin shouts a little too loudly. Dorian shushes her, and Aedion peers out from the kitchen with worried eyes. She waves him away and whispers in a quieter tone. "What do you mean The Pits have been bought out? What for?"

 "I didn't realize you would care this much about the seediest bar in town," Dorian laughed. "It's not like you can drink."

 "You aren't drinking, right?" Chaol scowls.

 Aelin reins back her emotions. She was definitely losing her tack being off the job for several months, but the secret basement underneath The Pits was where the fights were usually held. Iona Jayne would never sell the property when it brought in so much money.

 He either owed someone a rutting ton of money, he was being blackmailed, or the most likely option.

 Iona Jayne was dead.

 Aelin flipped Chaol off, "Of course I'm not drinking. No promises on that in about five months... Just, who would want The Pits? Are they repurposing it?" She can already feel a headache forming behind her eyes.

 "That's the interesting part," Chaol murmured. "The title for The Pits was transferred to a new owner just a few days before it was sold for triple its market value."

 Dorian's grin became mischievous, "Shady deals are going on, and I'm determined to find out what."

 Shit. Shit. Shit.

 Aelin forced a matching smile on her, "Well, this sounds like the making of an adventure."

 Aedion was deeply involved with all the goings-on at The Pits. If Dorian managed to learn too much and expose them, he would go down hard. She wasn't directly implicated in anything beyond a little racketeering, but one prolonged look at her record would raise some eyebrows. Which could tie her back to Rifthold and numerous murders. A lot of murder. Thievery. Hired assassinations.

 They would be screwed, essentially.

 Damn it all to hellas, she needed to talk to Aedion. Aelin understood why Dorian was interested in this. His father was involved with so many corrupt dealings they followed him like a shadow. She knew he was socially isolated beyond herself and Chaol. No one dared to associate with the son of Dorian Sr.

 Unveiling a corrupt business dealing and aiding the community could help separate his image from his father's. Rectify some of the wrongs his family has committed. Give him a chance at making a future for himself out from Dorian Sr.'s thumb.

 Aelin just wished he knew the depth of the task he was taking. How deep, dark, and dangerous this viper's den was. Sweet, sheltered Dorian Jr. would be eaten alive. A blue-eyed pup, trapped in the jaws of an adder.

 Little did he know that Aelin was a wolf herself, and she would not stand for that breaking.

 Aelin directed the conversation to safer grounds following the bomb he dropped. They discussed the book he was reading, the litter of pups his dog was expecting, his disgusting little brother. Chaol seemed to sour at the mention of Holland.

 Soon they were provided with fresh drinks, and Aelin ushered them out under the pretense of needing a nap. Definitely not a lie. Her stomach was rolling again, and that blooming headache was now a whole damn rosebush in her brain.

 Rubbing the knot between her eyes, she made the difficult decision of closing for the day. Business was slow. Lysandra hadn't come back downstairs. Aelin wasn't feeling well, and there was no chance she was letting Aedion use her precious machines again.

 Aelin looked outside the window. It was grey and dreary outside. Perfect conditions for the three of them to order pizza, rent a movie and just put this day behind them.

 "Aedion, I'm closing up." She didn't hear a reply. Aelin shrugged it off. He'd probably gone back up to sit with Lysandra.

 She opened a can of coffee grounds and inhaled wistfully. What she wouldn't give for a cup of straight caffeine. With one last longing sniff, Aelin refilled canisters for tomorrow and got to cleaning up the machines.

 All that was left was to close up the registers.

 She'd just unlocked the drawer when the ring of the shop bells went off.

 "Sorry, we're closed," Aelin said without looking away from the task at hand. She would have to remember to lock the doors first next time.

 Heavy boots thudded against her wooden floors as whoever it was approached the counter. Her irritation peeked. What was with the influx of entitled assholes lately?

 "We are close-" Aelin's stopped and her eyes narrowed at the gun barrel aimed at the center of her forehead.

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[thecheesbyrecipebook]

this is a 2.6k drabble / half-summary of a winter-themed cheesby fic, written as always for @girouxes

it’s very fluffy and sweet.. that’s about it!

(begins in vaguely 2013 - 2015)

sidney crosby doesn’t have time for holiday traditions. it’s always hockey, hockey and hockey. sometimes he’s had time to go home, and sometimes he’s had time to have his family over in pittsburgh but it’s never been proper christmas: not like when he was a kid. it’s become secondary, everything has, next to hockey.

this year is different: they’ve got a game in montreal somewhere between christmas and the new years, and they’ve got a couple of days without a game or practice. he’s got time to go home, but without him at home, new winter traditions have surfaced within the crosby family: mainly to visit a small, frozen lake hidden in the woods around an hour outside of montreal. he’s heard about it, of course he has, both his mom and taylor enjoys telling him what’s happening in their lives.

they’ve told him about the frozen lake hidden away, where you’ve got to wander through a wintery path lit with lanterns, fairy lights and open flame to be led to a small clearing where a small, frozen lake can be seen in the light of flame and moonlight with families, couples and friends skating around it, with a few small cabins to be found around the lake. taylor has described how magical it is, and they’ve gone there every year since they’ve found it.

sid is happy to come along, but of course, even inside the car with taylor gushing excitedly and even walking along the admittingly beautiful path through the snowy forest, lit up by golden flame, his mind is focused on hockey, hockey & hockey.

however, that changes once they arrive at the lake: it is beautiful, lit by flame, joyous laughter to be found along with the nostalgic sound of skates against the frozen lake. it is easy to put on his skates and wander out on the ice. it is easy to feel at home and to feel at peace. it is easy to understand why his family has returned here every year.

he’s skating playfully, loosely and without worry. it’s a refreshing change. taylor comes up to him with a wide grin and rosy cheeks, and gestures towards one of the cottages,

“c’mon, they’ve got the best grilled cheese over there” she says, and sidney for once doesn’t protest, merely chuckles and lets her drag him along to one of the small cottages around the lake. it’s cute, with a small chimney and a door that’s painted orange, with a wooden sign that merely has a lop-sided orange… thing painted on it with two, creepy eyes upon it. outside, there’s a few couples and a couple of families sitting outside with cups of hot chocolate and eating what looks to be, well, grilled cheese.

taylor opens the door, and sid can instantly smell the glorious smell of what must be the grilled cheese, and the warmth emitting from the fireplace within the small cabin. it’s homely, dark wood with a few splashes of orange here and there and a few creepy figurines here and there that sid isn’t sure what they should be.

behind what must be the counter, full of mugs designated for hot chocolate and a few other odd trinkets, there’s a ginger man with a mischievous grin missing a couple of teeth currently speaking with one of the customers, chuckling lightly, as he hands them a grilled cheese and turns to face sid, and blinks rapidly once he spots him.

“fuck, you’re sidney crosby.” he says, and sid doesn’t know how he feels about it, but this man doesn’t seem to be making a big deal out of it as his grin softens, and gestures at them to come forward: taylor coming up first.

“claude!” taylor greets him, and it seems she knows him, which doesn’t surprise sid. taylor, and claude, apparently speak for a few moments and sid feels that claude doesn’t seem to care all that much that he’s sidney crosby.

“what do you want?” claude asks sid, and he blinks, not prepared to get asked a question: especially not with this man grinning straight at him, with a playful twinkle within his eyes.

“..uh, a grilled cheese?”

claude chuckles slightly which is a sound sid doesn’t think he’ll forget, and gestures at the menu above him.. and there seems to be a few options of grilled cheese but..

“the one with jam” sid says, feeling his cheeks flush when claude raises a brow at him, and his grin turns slightly more impish.

“got a sweet tooth, eh?” sid can’t help but chuckle at claude’s comment, even if he’s blushing quite furiously.

“he does,” taylor confirms, and sid jabs her in the side softly. she merely grins back, widely, and it’s never fun when taylor finds someone to gang up on him with. especially not when it’s this claude, with unruly hair, slightly askew apron and a most awful smirk.

it takes a few minutes of waiting, during which taylor and claude continues to engage in casual conversation. it’s surprisingly nice to listen to. then their grilled cheese is done, and claude hands over the grilled cheese to sid with a softer smile,

“i did a couple of tweaks just for you,”

“did you poison it?” sid comments playfully, pointing at a flyers poster up on one of the walls and claude laughs, and shakes his head slightly, “and prevent from being able to see you being demolished by the flyers? nah”

normally sid might be grumpy at the comment, but now, it’s mostly somewhat funny. today’s been nice. and then he tries the grilled cheese.

“holy fuck, this is-” and he can’t help but let out a slight sound of bliss, and he’s not sure why claude’s staring at him like that, but he can see taylor smirking out of the corner of his eyes.

the grilled cheese is,, sweet,, a bit savory,, cheesy, and is that.. is that peanut butter? it melts inside his mouth, and it’s so fucking good.

“did you add peanut butter?” he can’t help but taking another bite out of the grilled cheese, and watching claude who seems to be blushing slightly.

“yeah, strawberry jam, peanut butter and brie cheese”

“just for you, crosby”

“call me sid.”

they talk throughout the evening, and it’s wonderful. he gets another grilled cheese, and a cup of hot chocolate, and during the late evening, when claude closes, sid manages to get claude out on the ice, and they skate together.

he doesn’t ask for claude’s number.

-

the next year, sid returns and claude’s there once again. it’s just as nice as he remembers. claude is just as nice as he remembers. it’s been a stressful year of hockey, and this is a nice reminder of what exists within the world, of what he could have. sid stays long after closing, long after taylor’s gone home, and he skates with claude once again in the middle of night: all alone. the christmas music is still playing, and it is easy to grab at claude’s hand, and let himself be spun around, and have fun.

at 3 am, he gets a ride back with claude’s scooter to his car: it’s nice, holding onto claude tightly as they drive through the darkness, but claude’s clearly familiar with it.

sid still doesn’t ask for claude’s number, and he doesn’t ask claude for his.

-

the next year, sid returns once again and claude is there: and it is better than ever. this time it’s without taylor, and they talk and talk, and claude learns sid how to make sid’s special grilled cheese, and they drink hot chocolate spiked with kahlua, and it’s nice, being here with claude. it’s almost a pause from reality. a pause from hockey.

they skate, once again, bringing the hot chocolate with them out on the ice along with a blanket, and sid tells claude, looking up at the starry sky, things he’s never told anyone before. he suspects the same of what claude tells him.

they both realize at 4 am, it’s too late, and so, they bundle together within the cabin with the fire: holding each other close, and kissing beneath the blankets.

when it’s morning, sidney leaves. he doesn’t leave claude his number.

-

the next year, sid returns once again and claude isn’t there. there’s someone else in the cottage, a shorter guy with greasy hair and wearing a camo beanie, and his grilled cheese is.. okay, but it’s not claude’s. he asks for him, but the guy (tk) just says he couldn’t make it this year, that they had too much going on during the holidays. sid doesn’t quite know what he means, but claude isn’t here so.

he goes home. he- he knows what he should have done before, but it’s scary, it’s scary finding this thing you think is anything better than you could ever have, and he- he abandoned it, let it go- he- he shouldn’t have. he regrets it, but what can he do now. maybe it’s a sign he didn’t deserve it.

-

it’s late april, and they are playing in montreal. they won the game, quite easily, actually, and so some of the guys decided to get out and get dinner at some rustic, half-fancy place someone got recommended by someone in montreal, and sid doesn’t really want to come along (he still has emotional attachment towards montreal, go away) but, geno manages to convince him.

it’s a nice place, in downtown montreal, and there’s something familiar about the orange.. thing on the sign but sid can’t quite place it. it’s got dark wooden tones, is quite full, and sid hears one of his teammates say something about how this is one of the best restaurants in montreal and run by someone giroux. sid doesn’t care too much, but the food looks nice. they’re about to wait to be seated, when a guy (clearly the waiter) comes up to them, and promptly drops the pen and paper he’s got in his hands when he spots them.

ah, a hockey fan, sidney would guess. however, the guy almost.. glares at sid, and well, they did win against montreal tonight, so it makes sense. the guy is quite tall, shoulder-length brown hair and he greets them in a mumble-like tone, and.. sid doesn’t quite enjoy this behavior but, they’re here now, and so, their little party goes to the table they’re gestured to and sid starts to read the menu he’s handed. it’s not the steak he expected, but there seems to be many things here that look good, and oddly, on his diet plan.

he looks up, and sees their waiter (nolan, according to his badge) talking with another guy, a bit taller who is also staring at him strangely, whispering furiously. sigh. geno pokes his shoulder, asking him if he’s okay, noticing the odd behavior, and yeah, sid is. he’s used by it now. he glances down at the menu, decided what to order, when he gets to a desert section where he spots.. a grilled cheese.

more specifically, a grilled cheese containing brie, strawberry jam and peanut butter. it’s just a coincidence, maybe it’s some trendy shit, but- his heart hurts seeing it.

the waiter returns, and takes their orders, while staring oddly at sid once again, and sid doesn’t really care, shaken up by the grilled cheese, and he mumbles his order. he doesn’t order the grilled cheese.

he gets his food, it’s some sort of salad-thing with salmon, and it is really.. good. it is spicy, fresh, got texture, and something about how it tastes feels.. familiar. he’s halfway through his dish, when he looks up, and he can see the door to the kitchen open and he doesn’t think much of it except- except that’s- that’s claude, coming out of the kitchen dressed in full chef garb, laughing with the two waiters and- claude turns, facing him and he blanks.

sid drops his fork onto the plate, and blinks. it looks like claude is about to go towards him, and sid- sid wants it of course, he’s not going to mess up again, but then claude turns on his heel and returns into the kitchen, and sidney is up from the chair, ignoring the confused questions from his teammates as he rushes towards the kitchens, because he cannot lose claude, but the two waiters stop him, and sid know understands why they behaved so strangely about him.

“please, let me see him.” sid says, or almost begs, and they look.. cautious.

“you hurt him.” and sid- sid didn’t think about that, but he knows, he knows how he abandoned claude in the cottage a year and a half ago, and he knows how claude and he whispered false promises under the blankets, and he knows how tenderly claude held his hand, and he-

“i know.” he says, because he did, and he doesn’t know if he can fix it, claude might be seeing someone else, and but-

“i have to see him.”

“explain. tell him i’m sorry.”

the taller waiter with the oddly long face turns to the other one, talking in hushed whispers, until they nod, and start to walk towards an employee-only area, gesturing at sid to follow them.

“fine. don’t wanna cause drama in the kitchen, but we’ve got a small office, you can wait there.”

and he is led through, and he waits for a few minutes, clenching and unclenching his fingers, trying to figure out what to say, and- he doesn’t quite know.

then, claude enters, looking a bit tired but- extremely handsome, as always, with unruly hair and his sleeves rolled up.

“sid,” he says, and sid stands up.

“you’ve got a few minutes, we’re in the middle of the evening rush.”

“uh- yeah”

“didn’t know you- worked at a restaurant.”

“owned a restaurant,” claude says.

“oh. what about the cotta-”

“it’s a special event, we’re there for a week or two every year,”

sid nods, and silence ensues.

“look, sid, why did you want to talk with me?” sid looks back up at claude, who looks.. well, tired, exhausted but also.. sad in a way.

“i’m sorry.” because that- that’s it. “i shouldn’t- i shouldn’t have left you.”

“sid, it’s fine-”

“based by the way those two guys reacted towards me, it doesn’t seem fine.”

“sid..” claude sighs,

“please, unrequited-”

“it wasn’t unrequited.” sid says shortly, walking up to claude.

“i was-”

“scared?” claude huffs lightly.

“yeah”

“me too, but i didn’t run away- you could at least have-”

“i know i could have.”

“you should have.”

“i know. and i’ll regret it, but, meeting with you every year, our nights together, your grilled cheese, that’s- that was like a dream. like something i couldn’t have. i was so.. i hated not seeing you there, this winter, i- i understand why you didn’t come, but i just wanted to see you. say sorry.”

“sid.”

“i’ll go, please just know that i-” sid remains quiet, and begins to turn around.

“-that you what?”

“that i.. care about you. like you. really like you. i- i want you, but- i know-” sid doesn’t say love, because he doesn’t, but he knows the intention can be heard in his tone.

“sid.”

sid stops.

“sid, look at me.”

sid turns around to face claude, and claude looks-

“why do you think your grilled cheese is on the menu?” and oh.

sid kisses claude, and claude kisses back. it’s soft and tender, and it speaks the words they haven’t said. sid understands that he may not be forgotten, that this may not be easy, that they’ll take time to grow together, that they’ll learn to know each other, but- but right now, it’s claude kissing him tenderly and fiercely, and it’s knowing he’s finally found home.

[sabrinaleethings]

Ten Days of SiMarkus with Sabrina!

Day One: Coffee

“Good morning, Carl.” RK200’s voice was velvet smooth as he reached to open the blinds. Autumn’s golden sunlight poured in through the bedroom windows, leaving everything in its path warmed and highlighted.

The quick unveiling of the unforgiving sunlight made the older man groan with an exaggerated irritance. Carl slowly opened his eyes as barely audible words slurred from his lips.

The android turned to face the man in bed, the sun behind him casted a halo around his clean shaven head, and his emerald eyes seemed to sparkle in the glow.

“It’s November twenty-fifth, currently sixty-two degrees fahrenheit” The android started. As he continued, he slowly made his way to the bedside of artist and father-figure, Carl Manfred. “Temperatures might reach sixty-eight degrees today, with possible rain showers later this evening.” The frail man groaned and rubbed his face with his hands, the sun reflected off of his tattoos that circled like serpents up his forearms. “You have no scheduled meetings today, though it is recommended that you return a few of those calls to the auctioneers that you’ve been so vocal about ignoring.”  

Through lazy fingers and a scrunched brow, Carl sighed. “What would I do without ya, Markus.”

The android shifted on the bed, his eyes scanned the bedside table as he calculated how much medicine needed to be administered that particular morning.

The android reached for the CyberSyringe and opened his other palm. “May I have your arm, Carl?”

The human removed his hands from his face and stared at his android. “If I say no?”

Markus chuckled and then sighed at the man’s no doubt attempt at sarcasm.

“I’d have to force you then, Carl. We both know who’d win that one.” Markus winked, and received a light laugh in response.

“True that, son. True that.” The man’s eyes burned into the android as he finished up administering the medicine. “Humans are such fragile creatures. It still shocks me how I’ve made it this long.”

Markus was used to this kind of conversation coming from Carl. Recently though, it’s been more frequent than not and to his surprise, it worried him a little.

“It’s because you’ve been so good at taking your medication. Nothing wrong with a little outside help.” The android put the high-tech syringe back in the drawer and stood. “No-one’s born perfect.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s so.”

The android moved to roll over Carl’s wheelchair, his feet were silent on the carpet as he neared the bedside once more.

“Time to ‘sieze the day!’, right Carl?”

The man smiled. His whole face lifted at the happiness that lightened his otherwise old and disheveled features. Markus felt the very odd urge to paint him. To keep that kind of happiness forever.

“Right, Markus.” The android bent over and in one fluid motion transferred the older man to his chair. “You know, sometimes I think you’re a little more human than the rest of us.” His voice was quite and slurred, but Markus’ advanced hearing hardware heard it perfectly.

I wish, the android thought to himself.

…

The stroll to the kitchen was nothing short of programming perfection. For the past four years, every morning, save for the few accounts that Carl was too sick to make it out of bed, Carl and his android walked the same path from the bedroom, to the bathroom, to the kitchen precisely at the same time every day.

Though for Markus, today - November twenty-fifth - things felt different to him. The ride through the front hallway enchanted him in a way he’d never experienced before. Carl’s paintings on the wall felt alive to him, silly because he knew he shouldn’t be feeling anything, but the amazement was still there. The taxidermied giraffe and pouncing wolf near the dining room entrance left the android in a foggy mental haze, as if his processors were barely working. Wild animals in the states had been extinct for decades now, and it only made Markus feel more hollow, and saddened that humans could ruin such a beautiful thing.

Apparently, Carl noticed too. “You alright there Markus?” The man turned slightly in his chair to face the android.

Markus blinked rapidly as if to clear the mental sluggishness, his LED spun gold for barely a second before beaming blue again. “Of course, Carl.”

Back to their normal pace, Markus pushed the human up to the end of the dining room table before padding away to the kitchen to cook up breakfast.

“If there’s something on your mind, you know you can tell me, right?” The human’s voice was soft, and suggestive. No demand, no order, if Markus wanted to tell him, he had the option to. He had the opportunity like a human to decide. It- confused him.

“I appreciate your concern, Carl. I’m alright.” The android smiled a synthetic grin at the man and began to pull ingredients out of the cupboards to make breakfast.

After the eggs and all of it’s toppings were being cooked in a pan, the android set to brewing a cup of coffee for Carl.

“It looks like I need to go shopping. After today, you’re going to be all out of coffee, eggs, and other various items.”

The human nodded, his attention was focused on the news coverage blaring through the television.

“After breakfast you can go, then.”

Markus ground the coffee, and placed it in the filter to be brewed. After turning the pot on, the android turned to serving the food. “I could just order it and have it delivered if you want.”

A plate of two scrambled eggs, topped with onion, low fat cheese, diced broccoli, and other spices was presented to the painter.

“No no- I’ll be fine. Fresh air might do you some good anyhow.”

The android nodded and proceeded pour a steaming cup of coffee. Two sugars, and no milk- just as Carl prefers.

“As you wish Carl, after I get things cleaned up from breakfast I can make the trip.” The older man nodded as he shoveled egg into his face. “Would you like me to get you anything else while I’m out?”

Carl patted his mouth dry with a napkin and turned off the television. “I think I’m gonna need more linseed oil if I ever wanna get this painting finished.” The android’s LED flickered golden as he made a mental note.

“You got it.” The android smiled and began to clean the pots and pans used to make breakfast. Strangely enough, Markus found that he actually enjoyed making Carl breakfast. Programming and software aside, the android was content, and always pleased to help the human whenever he can.

Once the cleaning was done, he cleared Carl’s plate (he opted to keep sipping at the coffee as he worked), and moved the artist to his studio.

Just before turning to leave, Carl’s voice stopped him. “You take your time today, Markus. Enjoy the sunshine, take a walk, take it easy.”

The android’s synthetic skin warmed at the care in the man’s voice.

“I won’t be long.” The android smiled and tapped his temple with his finger. “Call me if you need anything.”

“Yeah, yeah…” His voice disappeared into the clatter and clanking of glass jars as he began to prep his workstation to paint.

The android turned on his heel and headed out into the busy streets of Detroit, leaving the human artist in his own little world of color and peace.

…

Tuesdays had always been the best time to go shopping, Markus concluded. His sneakers scuffed the dirty pavement as he strutted down a near empty sidewalk.

Tuesdays were the least busy in town, and thus gave him the lowest probability of being stopped or berated by angry human protestors in the streets.

It had only happened a handful of times in the past, but the most recent encounter the android had with an angry human, landed him in CyberLife urgent care with a fractured skull plate and memory corruption. Carl was also left with a few hundred dollars left in his bank account.

The android sighed and surveyed his surroundings. First stop would be the paint shop, and the farthest he’d have to travel to pick up all of the necessary supplies Carl needed.

The bright neon lights and reflections from the sun made the open glass windows of Bellini Paints sparkle and shine. It was also easily Markus’ favorite place to go- it was always empty and there was always just a single CyberLife android employee working the counter.

After wirelessly depositing money into the account of the employee, the android left the paint shop with two bags filled with supplies. Carl had told him to get the linseed oil, but the android also knew the painter well enough that he was running out of yellow oil paint and blank canvass.

There was also a sale on brushes and finishing spray, that the android opted to stock up on those as well. Surely Carl would be pleased at the deal.

Markus’ lip slightly curled into a half smile as he imagined the joy his human would feel when he would be presented with new paint and supplies- it was easily the best way to make an artist smile.

Markus liked when Carl was happy.

Next stop: grocery store for coffee and other household essentials.

The final stop of the android’s roster for the day led him down a side street, all but forgotten by normal society. Dumpsters and unconscious homeless humans lined the two sides of the street.

Markus pitied the humans.

He couldn’t place a finger on why exactly, but to him it almost didn’t seem fair that there were humans living with grotesque amounts of money, while others were confined to the outcasted society.

The crimson autumn sun was eclipsed by the tall buildings as he made his way through the abandoned streets of detroit.

Take it easy, Carl had said. The android slowed his brisk pace into a comfortable slow stroll and turned the corner- headed east and aimed for Shiny’s Grocery Mart, Carl’s favorite place to get his exotic spices and imported coffee beans.

“The fuck did I tell you, tin can!?” A loud and gritty voice bounced off of the flat faces of professional buildings and echoed through the street. Markus found it difficult to place the exact location of the voice, the sound seemed to reverberate all around him.

“Stand up and fight me, asshole.” The RK200 grit his teeth- the tall and swaying profile of a man came into view on the opposite side of the street.

Markus recognized this human- the long greasy hair, baggy pants and stained jacket- it was the same man that had tried to attack him a few weeks ago. Markus had a police man to stop it from going further but…

The android stopped walking and watched.

Across the street, laid an android. His hands were covering his ears as he lay in a fetal position under the constant kicks from the human towering above him. The cracking and splintering of the PL600’s plastic internal structures rang in Markus’ ears.

The prone android’s white CyberLife uniform was already stained a bright electric blue, and his sandy blond hair was matted to his face.

“You’re nothing but goddamn machine” the human growled as his foot connected again with the android’s stomach. Markus winced, the bags in his hands forgotten as they fell to the ground.

The blond android stuttered as he tried to speak. “P-Plea-”

The words were lost in a soft grunt as another kick found the android’s chin.

Just a machine. Not true! Not fair.

Not fair.

Markus stood frozen in place, his hands shook in tight fists at his sides as a pulsing red, virtual wall blocked him from proceeding further to help.

Another kick to the android.

Markus punched the virtual wall.

His processors screamed instability.

The blonde android began to cry.

Markus slammed his weight into the wall again, the heat in his chest and the whirling of his head made him dizzy.

Again, he was notified of  system instability.

The human spat on the android’s face and begin to turn and walk away.

Markus slammed one and final fist into the wall that separated him from the human. All of the frustration, and desperation, the fear and sadness all boiled in the android’s chest as he used all of his strength to shatter the wall in front of him.

For the last time, Markus was notified about his system instability. And the freedom never felt so good.

RK200 sprinted across the abandoned street and made his way directly to the human that was attempting to hide in the shadows.

“Hey!” The human turned and faced Markus. His eyes were bloodshot and his breath reeked of death and decay laced with ungodly amounts of alcohol.

“What do you-” Markus stood eye level with the human. “Do you remember me?” The anger fought to free itself as Markus stood deathly still in front of the man that almost beat him too.

“The fuck-?” The human let out a half laugh between his chapped and cracked lips and began to turn away.

“You have no right to attack us.” The man continued walking, his back completely turned to Markus.

The scuffs of his boots on the concrete echoed and mixed with Markus’ calls.

“We are not your slaves, and you sure as hell don’t own us.” Even the birds seemed to still at the android’s voice.

The human turned to face Markus.

Markus stepped closer to the human.

“Fu-”

The man’s mouth instantly became preoccupied with the android’s fist as they collided.

Red blood splattered on the sidewalk as the human growled and spit out a tooth.

“Apologize.” As if he were a father talking to a young child, the android’s voice was stone against the wheezing that sounded behind him, and the swearing that echoed in front of him.

“You’re insa-” Another right hook sent the human falling to his rear, and he whined at the impact.

Something snapped in Markus, all of the anger that constricted his core bled into an uncontrollable sadness.

“Apologize!” RK200 screamed. Saline tears began dripping from his emerald eyes- he felt as though all of his emotions were suddenly trying to escape, his body felt like it was both on fire and submerged in ice at the same time.

The wheezing from the PL600 behind him stopped. The chain of curses and grunts froze in time at Markus’ outrage.

“I’m not going to say it again. Apologize. Now.” A raw, and unfiltered voice seemed to creep its way out of Markus’ mouth. The voice that came from his throat did not sound like his- it was darker, hoarse, and a force to be trifled with.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Markus stepped even close. No, he indeed was not joking.

“Fine fine!” The human held up his hands in surrender. “Fucking sorry, okay?”

Something warm touched Markus’ shoulder and his head reactively snapped back to see.

Two blue crystals glittered back at him, eyes lined with silver grabbed Markus’ heart and stopped his processors completely.

“T-Thank you.” The PL60’s dirty blonde hair framed his face with translucent blue. His voice synthesizer was damaged, and was static and patchy as he tried to speak.

The android didn’t move his hand as it rested on Markus’ shoulder.

“You sa-saved my life.” Two emerald eyes were lost in the seas of blue as the broken android spoke. “Th-tha-”

“Don’t thank me.” Markus’ voice was back to velvet smooth. All of the anger and emotion he had coursing through his veins seemed to dissipate at the fingertips of the PL600. “I’m sorry I didn’t help sooner.”

The beaten android shook slightly still, but his shoulders seemed to relax. “W-what’s your name?”

The answer rolled off his tongue. “Markus.”

“M-Markus…” The android sighed and released his hand from the RK200’s shoulder. Markus began to almost miss the contact. “I’m Simon.”

Thirium dripped from an opening on the android’s forehead. It followed behind a tear that escaped his eye.

“Let’s go find you help, yeah?” Markus offered.

The blonde one merely shook his head and crossed his arms.

“I’It’s al-lright.” Markus tried to protest. “Nothing too c-crazy broken. Where a-are you headed?”

Markus had to fight with himself to find the words to respond. “I was going to pick up coffee for my d-” The emerald android sucked in a breath.

Simon waited patiently for him to finish.

“-for my dad. I can get you cleaned up if you want.” The blonde android smiled slightly. “You’re welcome to join me if you would like, Simon.”

“I’d like that, Markus.”

Day One COMPLETE! I had so much fun writing this! 

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Changed For the Better 3 [Klaine Advent Day 3]

Rating: S for Shenanigans Word Count: 1703 Summary: AU - Kurt’s a struggling actor living in New York, and is currently working on a Made-for-TV movie starring Cooper Anderson.

A/N: Written for Klaine Advent Day 3: Collapse

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Changed for the Better - Part 3/24: Only the Good Die Young

Elliott, it turned out, was a model roommate.  In the few weeks since he had moved in, Kurt hardly noticed he lived there.  Not only was Elliott gone a majority of the time, but when he was home, he was usually shut up in his room.  Kurt hadn’t seen Elliott use any other part of the apartment - including the bathroom.  So it was a strange sight on Saturday morning that Kurt came out of his room to find Elliott cooking in the kitchen.  It was a little surreal - seeing a near stranger easily work his way around Kurt’s kitchen - but Elliott seemed to be in his element.  

“I wondered when you were going to wake up.  It’s almost noon,” Elliott said, placed a frying pan on the stove. “I didn’t even hear you come in last night.  Lucky night?” He gave Kurt a wink.  

Kurt shook his head as he sat down at the table.  “It’s not as interesting as it might imply.  I had a late shoot.  We have this scene where we’re sneaking into this bookshop - and let’s say I have this costar who doesn’t understand the meaning of being stealthy.  We had to reshoot it about ten times because he kept breaking things in the process of climbing through the window.”  

“Ah,” Elliott nodded as he reached for the bread and began to butter it.  “Still, you’re in a movie.  That’s pretty fucking cool.”  

“It’s not really, I promise,” Kurt said.  “It’s one of those cheesy made-for-TV Christmas movies that only old women make their grandkids watch when they come to visit.”

“Those are the best kind,” Elliott said pointing a spatula at him.  “Besides, it’s still a movie.  And didn’t you say you’re working with Cooper Anderson? That’s not too bad on the eyes.”

Kurt forced a laugh.  “Yeah, too bad it’s not a silent movie.  What are you making?”  

Elliott had an avocado, fresh tomato, and bleu cheese on the counter, and was slicing the avocado.  “Gourmet grilled cheese.  Would you like one?”

“Yeah, sure,” Kurt said.  “Usually, I only have coffee for lunch.  Where did you even learn to do this?”

Elliott tilted his head, confused.  “Kurt, I’m a chef - or do you not remember me telling you that.”  

Kurt flushed slightly.  To be honest, he had barely paid Elliott any attention since he had moved in.  “Oh, for some reason, I thought your band was your job.”

“I wish,” Elliott got out a second plate for Kurt.  “I also teach yoga a few times a week.  If you want, you’re welcome to come to class free of charge.”  

“Why, because I’m so uptight all the time?” It came out a little sharper than he intended.  Elliott only gave him a slightly confused look.  Kurt picked at a scratch on the wooden table.  “I’m sorry - I’ve been just been on edge lately.  You’ve been nothing but kind since you’ve arrived, it’s me.”

“Bad couple days?”

“More like a bad life.”

“Well, I do advise the yoga then.” Kurt let out a little sigh.  Maybe it was okay to finally say some things out loud.  Elliott didn’t know him.  And Elliott wasn’t currently judging him, either.  “My old roommate used to tell me I was uptight all the time - that I wasn’t very much fun to be around.”

“Was your old roommate that loud Jewish girl who keeps coming over? Because she really doesn’t have much ground to stand on.  Also, I think we should talk about the fact that she has a key.”

Kurt snickered.  “Rachel, no, she’s harmless really.  No, it was actually my ex who said that.”

“Sounds like your ex was a douche.”  

Kurt smiled to himself.  So Elliott was turning out to be a great roommate.  

Kurt’s phone rang.  It was Finn.  Finn - who never called, only texted when it was necessary.  He picked up immediately.  

“Finn?”

“Kurt! Hey,” Finn sounded fine - still Kurt couldn’t shake that something was up.  “So - I have some good news and I’ve got some bad news, okay?”

“Okay…”  

“We had to take Burt to the hospital yesterday.”

“What” Kurt shot up - ready to grab his keys and wallet and head straight for the airport.  “What happened, what’s going on?” Kurt felt that familiar anxious tightening in his chest.  

Elliott stopped cooking for a moment to look at him, concerned.  

“Dude, chill.  He’s fine,” Finn assured him. “He was outside, waiting in live for seven hours to get tickets to some old people band so that he and Mom want to see on their anniversary.  And being out in the sun too long with lack of water made him faint.”  

“You let him stay outside for seven hours? And you’re sure he’s fine?”

“I was there the whole time, too.  And yeah, sure, it was a little freaky to see him collapse like that. He was joking with Mom, like, ten minutes after the ambulance was called.   But seriously, the doctors said he was fine - just a bit dehydrated.  The didn’t really even need to call the ambulance but some girl got scared and called 9-1-1.”

“And this happened yesterday, and no one called me?” The anxiousness was manifesting into anger.  Just breathe, he reminded himself.  Your dad is fine.  It still didn’t stop the feeling of wanting to get on a plane and head back to Ohio.

“Yeah, because Burt’s fine.” Kurt could tell Finn was getting slightly annoyed by the conversation.  “And they were going to call you, but then I had my news, so I figured I should tell you once things settled down.”

“Right, the good news.  Which is?”

“Marley found out she’s pregnant, so we decided we’re going to get married - next month,” Finn strung the whole sentence together in one excited breath.  “And we thought you should be the wedding planner.  I mean - if you want to.  We thought you’d like that, and it’d totally save on wedding costs and stuff to hire you.  Plus, we know you really are into that stuff.  And I don't know the first thing about planning a wedding.  Or having a baby.  But Marley and Mom say I’ll be fine.”

Kurt sat back down, slightly stunned.  Well, that wasn’t what he had been expecting to hear.  “Oh.”  

“Dude, are you okay?”

“Well, yeah, I’d be happy to help you.”  A wedding.  He loved weddings.  He loved planning weddings.  Why didn’t he feel more excited for his brother?  “And, congrats, Finn.  That’s fantastic news.”  He wished he didn’t sound so forced.  

“Excellent, I’ll tell Marley right away,” he could hear Finn’s radiance through the phone.  “Oh, and I’ll have Burt call you since you seem so worried about him.  Though, really, not that big a deal. Okay, I gotta go to work.  Oh, my god, I’m, like, a real adult now.”  

After hanging up, Kurt placed the phone on the table, not sure how to feel about the conversation.  

Elliott approached cautiously - not sure what to say, but the food was done, so he put silently placed the grilled cheese sandwich and a mug of coffee in front of Kurt then took a seat on the opposite side of the table.

After a moment, Kurt finally spoke.  “My dad was in the hospital last night - but apparently he’s fine.  And my brother is getting married and having a baby.”  

“Well, that’s certainly...news,” Elliott took a huge bite of his sandwich.  “You seem conflicted?”

“Finn -- took care of it,” Kurt said, still not sure exactly how he felt.  “I mean, I used to have to take care of my dad all the time, he had a heart attack, and cancer, but he’s fine.  Finn’s there and he’s fine.  And now Finn’s having a baby and getting married.  And I’m just…”

“Jealous?”  

“Maybe?  It’s more like I’m floating.  Like I’m completely directionless.  It’s funny, when we were in high school, Finn used to be the one without a plan, and I knew exactly what I wanted.  But now, I’m not so sure anymore.”  

“Can I make an observation?” Elliot asked.  “You seem to be a bit of a homebody - and that’s fine, if you seemed like you liked being at home. Maybe it’s time to change things up a little?  So you don’t know where your life is headed now.  It’s okay to feel that way.  But maybe you should see what’s out there besides these four walls every once in awhile.  The world may surprise you.”

“You sound like my friends,” Kurt said, taking a long sip of coffee.  Ah, coffee, the only true and good thing in his life.  “And my costars.  And I don’t know, maybe all of you are right.  Rachel wants me to do Rocky Horror with her - I haven’t been on stage in two years.  It used to be my passion and now I’m just, I don’t know.  And my coworkers keep trying to set me up on dates that I just don’t think I’m ready to be on.”  

“Anyone hot?”

“Cooper Anderson has a brother who he claims his is twin.”  

Elliott laughed.  “So, stop me if I’m being too bold but - it doesn’t sound like you have a bad life.  It just sounds like you’re at a crossing point and aren’t sure which path to take.  So, let me pose an opportunity.  My band does karaoke nights on Thursdays down at the Moonlight Lounge - come out and hang with us.  You can sing a little, dip your toe back into that pool.  You can even bring your friends, or your costars, or hell, bring Cooper Anderson’s brother - I mean, it wouldn’t hurt to at least see if he’s actually hot or not. So,” Elliott nudged Kurt’s plate closer to him.  “I’m here to help you start living your life again.  And you can start by trying this amazing grilled cheese sandwich I made for you. You may like it, you may not.  But you’ll never know if you don’t try.”

“I suppose even the Golden Girls left their house every once in awhile, too,” Kurt said, laughing at himself.  Kurt took a bite of the grilled cheese - it was decadent and amazing.  He never knew he needed that sandwich in his life until now.  Maybe Elliott was right.  Maybe baby steps were okay. “Okay, Elliott Gilbert.  I’m in.”   

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #91

“does he love you the way that i do?”

would you rather have stars in the sky or the moon? moon do you ever stop and appreciate little things?  all the time. what is the worst natural disaster you’ve experienced firsthand? hurricanes do you cuddle with your pet (if you have one)?  yeah! you are completely alone with your favorite celebrity/person/whoever. what do you do?  just talk to him about stuff. if you had the power to instantly transform someone’s life (for the better), who would you choose to use this on?  off the top of my head, my mom. if a family member (or boyfriend/girlfriend, if you have one) happened to be infected by a zombie, how would you go about dealing with that situation? i'm a merciful person that doesn't want to see someone suffer. i'd kill them in the quickest way possible. if you were paralyzed from the neck down, would you still want to continue living? why or why not?  absolutely fucking not because that's just awful. has any medication you’ve taken ever made you sick? how so?  yeah. the mood stabilizer i'm on now, latuda, sometimes makes me so nauseous that i actually do get sick. did you ever listen to avril lavigne when you were younger?  dude she was like my crush full homo. i loved her. did you ever buy "now that’s what i call music" cds?  as a kid, my older sister did do you like turkey or ham more? ham. do you like rihanna? no. have you ever become good friends with someone you never met in person? most of my closest friends i've ever had i met online. what do you consider your default mood to be?  content have you ever dipped french fries in a frosty?  once. disgusting. favorite undertale character?  uhhh. asriel is honestly really cool. but i also love sans and papyrus. what do you think about lizards?  SO CUTE is there a certain place or store you especially hate going to?  walmart. the flourescent lighting makes me yawn. do you like any cover songs? which ones if you have any favorites?  sure. i love "hurt" by johnny cash, "another brick in the wall" by korn, "whiskey in the jar" by metallica... if you’re old enough, do you go clubbing on the weekends or not?  i've never been to a club. don't want to. what is/was your best subjects in school? science. have you ever gambled and won? i don't gamble. do you ever count the presents you're getting for birthdays or holidays? no! that's awful! be grateful for whatever you were given! do you have your ears pierced? twice in each earlobe. are you easily offended? sometimes. what is the best prank you have ever pulled?  i don't pull pranks. when you’re in a relationship, do you tend to be very physical? no. have you ever ended up dating someone you initially disliked? no. do you wear a lot of yellow? no. i don't like yellow. do you and your siblings actually look alike?  yeah. have you ever suffered from chronically bad acne? no. if you could own anyone’s autograph, and not be allowed to sell it, who would you choose?  mark fischbach's *heart eyes* how many dogs have you had, and do you remember all their names?  oh god. trigger, angel, harley, delilah, teddy, cali, bentley. how do you feel about snakes? i absolutely adore snakes. how many cats have you owned and can you remember their names? we have, without a doubt, had about 50 cats. there's no way i could remember all of them. were you sick a lot as a child? what illnesses plagued you the most? no. i like... never get sick. do you have any sinister or morbid tattoos? no, but i do have some pretty dark ones planned. do you feel that you are better than most humans? i mean some, sure, in regards to being better in temperment. i don't believe any human is ultimately "better" than the other, though, in essence. what is your favorite type of meat to eat? chicken or pork. have you ever dated a red-head? no. what do you call small children? (children, kids, tots, etc.)  kids how old were you when you took driver’s ed?  16 have you ever pet-sat for someone? yeah. what’s one theme song you will NEVER skip?  the one to "deadman wonderland" what’s something that gets much more hate than it deserves?  nickelback. like shut up, you like at least one of their songs lol what show/movie never gets old for you? the shrek series lol are you an official couple with the last person you kissed? not anymore are you happier now or three months ago? now! how old do you think you will be when you finally have kids? i don't want kids. do you think you’ll be married in ten years? probably? what do you miss most about your ex? my most recent ex, all the things we had in common, i guess. my "main" ex, i miss a lot of things about him, but more than anything, i miss him actually being a caring person. are you attracted to the last person that kissed you? no. how long have you liked the person you like? since late 2011. are you one of those people who are always cold? people usually tell me my skin is freezing, but i'm typically very hot. if you won a trip to a nude beach would you go or give the trip away? i'd definitely give it away. tongue piercings - cute or trashy? i honestly find them cute. when it comes to jeans: skinny, flared or boot cut? skinny would you rather be a star ballerina or a star break dancer? ballerina. ballet is beautiful. honestly - can you say that looks don’t matter at ALL? you can't tell me with a straight face that they don't matter at all. i’ve got to know, who do you prefer: mario or luigi? luigi! yes or no: techno music? no. yes or no: pigtails? cute mostly on kids. how old were you when you had your first boyfriend/girlfriend? i was about to turn 16, if you mean my first "serious" boyfriend. i don't remember what age i was when i started "dating" aaron, but i was in the 7th grade. is your home town nice? noooo do you believe in love at first sight? explain. hell no. you can't just look at someone and automatically "love" them. do you currently have any medicine in your bag / purse / etc? if so, what kind? yes, my adivan. what do you like on your pasta / noodles? sauce, butter, grated cheese, etc.? sauce ultimately, do you believe nature controls man or that man controls nature? explain. both. do you think it’s wrong to put yourself before others? in what sort of situations? it strictly depends on the situation in school, are / were you ever reluctant to ask questions? what about to answer questions? for what reasons? yes, but i was worse at asking questions. i was and still am shy. are you weary of displaying signs of affection for your significant other around adults? why or why not? no, when i do have a s.o. there's no shame in expressing love. have you ever had red velvet cake or carrot cake? have you ever made either of those? i've had both, but never made either. what is your favorite take out food to get? what do you usually order? bojangle's, and it's called a chicken supreme dinner. if I handed you a concert ticket right now, who would you want to be the performer? i REALLY wanna go to a metallica concert. what color looks best on you? black name three facts about your family. uhhh. we're german, irish, and polish; our surname is scottish; and we live all over the country. if you could pick the gender and appearance of your child, would you? gender yes, appearance, it'd be cool to select a few features if you died right now, what song would you want to play at your funeral? "took it like a woman" by alice cooper favorite holiday dish? spiral ham would you ever get into a long distance relationship? i honestly don't think i could. favorite kind of soup?  vegetable soup. the best was surprisingly from my elementary school. what’s your favorite hot beverage? hot chocolate. for your birthday, what kind of cake do you ask for?  red velvet did you ever play an instrument? if so, what? i played flute for years, and i shortly played around with guitar. best i could do was probably the intro to "crazy train" would you rather carve pumpkins or wrap presents? carve pumpkins favorite kind of candy? reese's if you're including chocolate, sour punch straws if not. what’s a movie you cried while watching?  "the notebook" destroyed me how old were you when you had your first kiss? 16 would you rather have hair that changes color with emotion or get injured each time you’re touched by the person you love? hair that changes color with emotion, obviously. do you have a laptop? yes, but mine's currently broken. i've been using mom's. have you ever been the object of someones affection, when they were ‘taken’?  yeah. does it bother you when people lie to spare you ‘heartache’?  it depends. have you ever had a black eye?  no. would you sacrifice your dreams, to help someone else reach theirs?  no, i wouldn't. ever wished you were alive when there were dinosaurs? lmao no?? do you believe we “live and learn”? depends on if you want to learn. what is on your wrists right now? nothing on the left, my tattoo on the right. reason for the last tear shed?  i was fighting with my mom. have you ever been called a babe or baby?  yes, and i don't like it. name one person you wish you could fix things with? if i could only pick one person, jason. but i also really really wish my old best friend megan and i could be friends again. if you’re single, then why don’t you get a girlfriend/boyfriend?  because you don't simply "get" a boyfriend?? are you and the last person you kissed in a relationship or just friends? we're not even friends anymore what was the worst night of your life, or the night you have been scared the most? the night jason broke up with me. what three places in the world do you want to travel to? south africa, germany, aaaand... australia, maybe? are you allergic to cats? no have you ever babysat?  once what’s your second favorite color? pink do you refuse to use public toilets?  i avoid them as best i possibly can. how do you feel about golden oreos? never tried, don't want to, because i know i'll hate them. favorite cheese? i only like american. favorite lunch meat?  salami what's the strangest animal you've had for a pet? rats are you more annoyed when decorations are up two months prior to a holiday or still up two months after a holiday? hmmm. prior, maybe. what’s the strangest art piece you’ve come across?  i've heard of one where a woman vomits onto a canvas in abstract designs. and they actually sell. fucking gross. can you legally drive? not without someone who's had their license for seven years. do you know any songs that are older than you are? most of the songs i enjoy are older than me lol are you comfortable sharing drinks with your friends? not really. what season were you born in?  winter have your parents ever questioned your virginity?  yes. what pizza place do you usually order from? domino's, my favorite. if we want something quick though, little ceasar's. do you have a least favorite color? what is it?  brown, puke green do you find graveyards scary?  no. do you swear a lot? yes. do you know if you were born in the am or pm? am do you sit on the mattresses in furniture stores?  ha ha yeah have you ever read the bill of rights/declaration of independence?  we had to memorize the bill of rights in high school. have your parents ever thought you were gay? what happened? no. my old therapist thought i was though once. she was awful. what do you normally order when you go to subway? turkey, bacon, american cheese, pickles, jalapenos, banana peppers, chipotle... and i feel like i'm forgetting something. are you comfortable talking to both your parents about sex and boys? just vaguely with my mom. what is your idea of “too big” when it comes to weight? when you can no longer properly function. how about “too thin”?  once your bones are clearly visible. have you ever experienced an overly clinging boy-/girlfriend? yeah. partially why we only dated for two weeks. have you ever decided that you like/dislike someone based on their survey answers? i wouldn't say entirely. but i'll sometimes get a bad idea about some people. a bloodied, possibly wounded man is on the side of the road: do you stop to see if you can assist him, or do you drive past? i'd call 911. i wouldn't help because who knows if he's dangerous. what’s the ultimate cake topping?  chocolate have you ever walked into a wall?  more like ran ha ha can you name all 50 american states?  no. have you ever needed stitches? yeah. when i passed out onto the floor on my chin. have you ever been in a submarine?  no. do you believe there used to be dragons?  no. who’s your favorite god from ancient history? hmmm. athena. could you go out with someone who had a child from a previous relationship? no. what was your first alcoholic drink?  strawberry mike's hard lemonade where did you go on your first ride on an airplane?  ohio who was your first kiss? the first person who kissed me was juan, but the first person i kissed and who reciprocated was jason, so i consider him my "first kiss" what nicknames do you have/have had? britt, britt-britt, brittany bear, ozz, ruby, flower did you ever have a treehouse as a kid?  no. we only had tall pine trees where i grew up. have you ever planted a tree? an apple tree, yes. have you ever dated someone with longer hair than yours?  no. do you have any cats? no, but i want one. are you a moody person? i have either bpd or bipolarity ii. of course i am. how many girls do you know named alison? my little sister's best friend's name is allison. do you prefer to do the asking out, or be asked out?  be asked out. have you ever been evicted? yes. do you know anyone who snores?  my mom snores louder than anyone i've ever met. dad, too. what is your favorite font?  garamond. have you ever seen a rooster? yep. have you ever seen a lunar eclipse? yeah. what is your favorite number?  13 what color are your slippers?  they're meerkat slippers lol. so tan. what state were you born in?  north carolina. do you know anybody who has been diagnosed with cancer? multiple people. do you ever feel self-conscious when you eat around other people? rarely. where is your favorite place to get fries?  bojangle's. their seasoning is ohhh goodness how many romantic relationships have you been in so far? one have you ever been camping in the wilderness?  no. would you consider yourself to be a picky eater? VERY do you have gluten intolerance or anyone who does?  i don't, but my cousin does. do you trust the media?  HA what kind of cookies are your favorite? chocolate chip do animals have souls? yeah. are you easily embarrassed? YES how well do you handle your alcohol?  apparently extremely well. i've never been smashed, despite drinking a moderate amount. how can people tell if you're drunk?  i'm talkative and kinda loud. tell me about the best pet you ever had: the dog i currently have now, teddy<3 are any of your siblings married? ashley, yes. who was the last person to spend the night with you at your house?  chelsea. that was fun. who was your date to senior prom? jason. does your dad smoke?  yes. he's getting better about it, though. is your mom over 50?  yes. who would you tell, or who did you tell when you lost your virginity? i'd tell my mom first. that or i'd tell nobody because it's not really anyone's business. do you have a debit card? no. why did you stop working at the last place you were employed? i was getting so anxious that i was puking. do you have freckles? no. what would you do if you found out your ex was pregnant/fathered a child? tyler, wouldn't care, jason... i'd feel weird. do you think the drinking age in america should be lowered to 18?  no. what is the nearest big city to you? raleigh. do you think what bill clinton did was wrong? ... obviously? have you ever run away? yeah. what is your favorite holiday?  halloween. how often are you online?  like... all the time. what are you obsessed with? mark fischbach, link neal & rhett mclaughlin, meerkats, "silent hill"... backstreet boys or nsync?  backstreet boys. what is your favorite disney movie? "the lion king" who did you last go bowling with?  colleen, bradley, girt. do you have any pets?  three great dogs, one lovely snake. who do you look like in your family? vaguely like my sisters, and an equal amount of people say i look like my mom or dad. could you ever believe in assisted suicide? no. have your parents ever put one of your pets to sleep? we had to. he had spleen cancer and was dying. have you ever been hunting? no. what oceans have you swam in? atlantic. are you ugly? i feel like i am, mostly because of my weight. what was your favorite park ride as a child? the carousel gnr or aerosmith?  ohhh. hmmm... i think aerosmith, but i love gnr too. could you pull off red hair? i have red hair now and it looks great. do you know any guys with their nipples pierced?  i think so. favorite beatles song? "hey, jude" have you ever seen a tornado? no. have you ever felt an earthquake? no. do you eat apples with the skin on or skin off? skin on. what is the first thing you do when you get on the computer?  open youtube what do you mainly watch on youtube?  let's plays do you sing in the shower? no. are you the competitive type? not at all. have you ever stolen someone's boyfriend/girlfriend?   unintentionally would you ever consider being a scientist?   no. are you scared of cancer?   who isn't? do you want to get married?  yeah. how many bisexual friends do you have?   two, off the top of my head. would you get married four times?  well first of all, i'm against divorce unless you're in an abusive/neglectful/overall horrible situation, so. are you good at chemistry?   no. do you have online friends?   yep. do you like your handwriting?   i do. have you ever been called emo?   yeah. describe your favorite shoes:   i have this pair of slip-ons that is a black cat design with sunglasses lol do you like zombie movies?   no opinion. have you ever volunteered in a hospital? if not, would you ever want to?  no to both. have you ever had to give a pet away?  yes. what kind of wild animals do you see most frequently where you live?  squirrels, i gues?  besides birds? if a stranger went in your room, would they be able to tell what gender you are from just looking at it?   no.  i actually think a lot of people would think i was a guy.  well... that is if you exclude my huge meerkat display lmao does the smell of cigarettes, weed and beer repulse you?   yes to all. do you like sitting on the inside or outside of a restaurant booth?  inside.  i feel safer. do you own a nightgown?  no. have you ever made a tent out of sheets in your bedroom?   ha ha yeah. have you ever had sex or something like it?   something like it, yeah, but not actual sex. have you ever worn fishnets?  fishnet gloves, yes. do you always wear your seat belt?  always. is there ice cream in your freezer?   i wish. does your bathroom have a window?   a small one. do you go somewhere to get your eyebrows done?  yes.  a family friend's salon. do you have a fish tank?   no. if you found out you couldn’t have kids, would you adopt?   finding out i couldn't have kids would honestly be relieving.  i don't want kids, so i obviously wouldn't adopt, either. do bunnies roam around your backyard at night?   yes, actually.

[itswhay]

you are going to hate me but... 1-100 :>

lmAo okay... 

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk?

Cereal 

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?

yes actually 

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books?

shoe laces and ripped paper 

4: how do you take your coffee/tea?

sweet as fuck 

5: are you self-conscious of your smile?

I never smile w my teeth so I guess 

6: do you keep plants?

I gave a lil succ named John Stamos 

7: do you name your plants?

^^^^^

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?

Photography ? I guess I also write on a p blog everyday 

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself?

yeah ig

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?

side 

11: what's an inner joke you have with your friends?

you wouldn’t get it 

12: what's your favorite planet?

Saturn 

13: what's something that made you smile today?

This girl said my outfit was cute 

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?

cozy 

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!

All of space is completely silent 

16: what's your favorite pasta dish?

probs anything w cheese and tomatoes and ground beef 

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair?

I dont lmao #beentheredonethatoverit

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.

Nothing im perfect lmaooooooooo 

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it?

yeeeeeee and none ya fckn biz... but like for real I write about my day in detail and how im currently feeling about people bc I forget things really easily and I want to remember my life ????? 

20: what's your favorite eye color?

i don have one all y’alls eyes are beaut

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that's been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.

I have like this embroidery elephant bag that got at a festival when I first moved to colorado 

22: are you a morning person?

lmao no 

23: what's your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?

I like to sit on the back porch on the couch and drink coffee and nap 

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?

yes @ daron 

25: what's the weirdest place you've ever broken into?

my own house damnnn gurrlll willldddd

26: what are the shoes you've had for forever and wear with every single outfit?

currently pink hightop converses but the shoes I had for the longest time was a pair of purple low tops 

27: what's your favorite bubblegum flavor?

PoLaR iCe 

28: sunrise or sunset?

Sunrise 

29: what's something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?

lmao ummmmm Nicole holds your hand when you sit near her 

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared?

lmao yea 

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks.

I nEVer sleep in socks. But like socks are sick, never only wear white socks 

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.

lots of things that if im being honest i dont feel like reminiscing about rn bc im tired  

33: what's your fave pastry?

muffins 

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?

I had this GiaNT mouse I mean lik e it was huge 

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often?

I love... I write letters and postcards to people 

36: which band's sound would fit your mood right now?

Probs Elvis like always 

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean?

I like it clean but usually it messy

38: tell us about your pet peeves?

People hiding things, acting like a different person than who they are, being a bad friend bc you want to seem cool to someone else 

39: what color do you wear the most?

Pink and Black prob

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what's it's story? does it have any meaning to you?

yeah boi The longest amethyst pendant I wear my grandma gave me, the shorter one my mom gave me. I used to have this moon necklace I would wear literally everyday and was very important to me but I lost it at a show and Im still sad about it  

41: what's the last book you remember really, really loving?

Joel Grey’s book 

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!

Mutiny !!! its really sick and there mochas are so good and they have good heckin shows (also im obvi a starbucks bitch so...) 

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?

myself bitch I tell the moon to protect my loved ones every nite 

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?

On the beach in Savannah like pls take me back  

45: do you trust your instincts a lot?

100%

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of.

Imagine if you would hit the clock in the morning and the clock would hit you right back. -I think it would be truly alarming. 

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe?

Ketchup 

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?

Needles and yea 

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?

Cds uhhhh last was probs placebo 

50: what's an odd thing you collect?

Musiclas on VHS 

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them?

person not named -- song: hold on to me placebo 

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far?

the blinky guy

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them?

lmao yea they good 

54: who's the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?

I heard it in there voice too and it was last week and It hurts to see someone so sad 

55: what's the most dramatic thing you've ever done to prove a point?

well i can say that I did not join the frisbee team to prove a point 

56: what are some things you find endearing in people?

lmao being nice and happy at least some of the time passionate about things and seeks to be happy and fulfilled 

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?

yeah but also that song makes me sad 

58: who's the wine mom and who's the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why?

Im both fuck me up 

59: what's your favorite myth?

my love life *that weird drum sound thng when some1 makes a joke* 

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

yeah 

61: what's the stupidest gift you've ever given? the stupidest one you've ever received?

to tired to answer this 

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?

orange 

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?

leave em be 

64: what color is the sky where you are right now?

dark 

65: is there anyone you haven't seen in a long time who you'd love to hang out with?

yeah I was supposed to see zack but then it fell through so that should happen soon 

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like?

d a i s i e s 

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?

I like it 

68: what's winter like where you live?

bad gross cold snow 

69: what are your favorite board games?

clue 

70: have you ever used a ouija board?

nah son dont fuck w that shit 

71: what's your favorite kind of tea?

rasberry 

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you'll forget it?

yea 

73: what are some of your worst habits?

got lots of them 

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.

They are small short fuckn nerd but 

75: tell us about your pets!

I l o v e them 

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren't?

sleeping > 

77: pink or yellow lemonade?

pink 

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?

I hate those yeloow bitches 

79: what's one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?

ew

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?

theres like this giant mountain mural... mountians... just mean,,,, so... much to me, lmao no we rent  

81: describe one of your friend's eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.

pine tree w golden light shining through 

82: are/were you good in school?

this semester im doing pretty good 

83: what's some of your favorite album art?

lmao idfk 

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?

yea a tcb in new mexico 

85: do you read comics? what are your faves?

yea wonder women ones like the old ones 

86: do you like concept albums? which ones?

?????

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?

Boy meets girl (my heart ) and girl happy 

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?

im s o tired im sorru 

89: are you close to your parents?

yea 

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities.

Savannah 

91: where do you plan on traveling this year?

lots of places actually 

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?

drowns 

93: what's the hairstyle you wear the most?

short and out of the way 

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday?

Carla

95: what are your plans for this weekend?

work and I have a thing on sunday 

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?

i ignore them 

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?

idr aquarius im slytherin  

98: when's the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?

yes i did 

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.

nooooooo 

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?

neither thats a horrible question live life in the present and understand that each day is different and you should just enjoy what you can of them :)))

you right i do kinda hate u but its ok 

[elliothier]

Tagged by @chylerlwest (who changed her icon? Dangit Natalie) 1. Are you named after someone? In a very long and complicated way that I don't feel like explaining, my middle name is a reference to a cousin of my mother, Esther, who died at, like, 11. According to my mom she was quite literally a cinnamon roll too pure for this world. This reference only became more complicated now that I changed it into Elliot, but know that the reference still stands. 2. When was the last time you cried? Good question, I actually don't remember, but I can't imagine it was more than 2 weeks ago. While I'm not a cryer, I don't shy away from it when I'm alone. 3. Do you like your hand writing? I mean, I'm okay with it? It's nothing graceful and it's incredibly small, much to many a teacher's chagrin (on one test I literally got the comment "write 20% bigger next time please" to which I was tempted to reply he should get glasses), but I have no problems with it, it's very me. 4. What is your favorite lunch meat? Oof, uhm, that's hard. Maybe that filet american thing, idek how to write it, but it's that red pasty thing. 5. Do you have kids? Hah! What a joker, no I don't. 6. If you were another person, would you be friend with you? Hell yeah, I'm already my own best friend, what with coping mechanism for loneliness and now the added self-love. 7. Do you use sarcasm? Not at all, that stuff was totally not spoon-fed to me since I was a baby, nope. Yeah, of course I do, and I'm glad my mom is such a sarcastic person or I wouldn't understand sarcasm at all. I sometimes have to check if something was sarcastic though, but usually I get it. 8. Do you still have you tonsils? I never had surgery, so I'm guessing that is a yes, lol. 9. Would you bungee jump? Look, for all the faith I have in physics, I do not trust my life with it. Also I have a major fair of falling, so hell no to that. 10. What’s your favorite kind of cereal? Considering I don't like milk and cereal not being a big thing here, I don't have one. 11. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? Nope lol, I suck at taking care of my shoes. 12. Do you think you’re a strong person? Kinda, I'm resilient af, I trust in my ability to get through any mental shit coming my way by now, and it's hard not to think I'm strong when literally everyone I've met ever comments on it. Not brave though, everyone says that too, but I disagree with bravery. 13. What’s you favourite ice cream flavour? Cake batter, holy shit I miss that. 14. What is the first thing you notice about people? Their energy, which might sound vague, but it's a thing. The first thing I notice is whether or not they feel like a pleasant person. 15. Red or pink? Red, specifically maroon, I like that color a lot. 16. What is the least physical thing you like about yourself? Wait, what does that even mean? I have no idea, due to confusion, lol. 17. What colour pants and shoes are you wearing right now? Grey sweatpants and bare feet 18. What was the thing you ate? A slice of goat cheese? I haven't had breakfast yet, that was my midnight snack. 19. What are you listening to right now? Nothing, literally nothing, the house creaking if that counts. 20. If you were a crayon, what colour would you be? Lime green, absolutely 21. Favourite smell? Gasoline, probably. Or that Zwitsal baby stuff, it smells so good and gentle. Oh, or the smell after it has rained! It's... I have a lot of smells I love and I have no particular favorite. 22. Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? I think it was my gender therapist? That was like, a week ago or something, and I was stunned that I got a call on my cell. 23. Favourite sport to watch? Judo I think, I remember getting fired up over that. 24. Hair colour? Brown. 25. Eye colour? Chartreuse. I know, /how pretentious/, but seriously depending on the light it either looks like green, blue, or grey. My best guess is green, sticking to basic colors. 26. Do wear contacts? Not anymore I don't. 27. Favourite food to eat? Pizza, a very cheesy pizza, maybe add some bacon and honey. It's a weird combination, but it works. 28. Scary movie or comedy? Definitely comedy, I can't handle scary movies. 29. Last movie you watched? ... Not a damned clue, I don't watch many. I can tell you I plan on watching The Golden Compass again soon, though. 30. What colour shirt are you wearing right now? White, surprisingly. 31. Summer or winter? I loathe them both, summer is too hot, and I hate ice with a passion. Winter if I had to choose because at least I can bundle up, but I prefer autumn. 32. Hugs of kisses? Probably hugs... Yeah, definitely hugs, I can do hugs from almost anyone, but kisses? Well, let's say that as a European, I've had more than enough of those. 33. What book are you currently reading? Not actively, but I'm still on Red's story, that OUaT book thing. 34. Who do you miss right now? Right now? No one. Forward, always. 35. What is on your mouse pad? Don't have one. 36. What is the last tv program you watched? Supergirl, I haven't continued One Day At A Time since the latest Supergirl ep yet. 37. What is the best sound? Music (I concur, Natalie) 38. Rolling stones of Beatles? I must admit I'm not sure of the sound of either. Probably Rolling Stones? 39. What is the furthest you have ever traveled? Italy, probably. 40. Do you have a special talent? I don't have a specific talent in one thing, but I have a talent that makes me pick up things easily in the form of imitating. It's essentially the talent of being an all-rounder; show me how anything is done and I'll get it in no time flat. 41. Where were you born? The City™ I'm tagging... @goluckydanny @overdresseddragon @pink-kryptonite-kara

[suckitsurveys]

What’s your favourite cereal? Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Is there a bus stop near your house? There’s one at the end of my block. And a train station a few blocks away too. Do you prefer red wine or white wine? Red. What’s the last airport you were at? Why were you there? Midway, to pick up Sarah when she came here for my birthday.

Who do you live with? My boyfriend and my father and Satan aka my grandmother. Do you read reddit? If so, how often and what subreddits do you like? I don’t. Have you recently broken up with a significant other or even just a friend? Nope. What’s the weather like today? Is it nice enough to go outside? It’s cold. Do you know anyone who’s had a baby recently? My best friend’s sister. She named her baby Hannah after me! Just kidding but a girl can dream. Have you used a pen or pencil today? What did you write down? Yes. What does your last text message say and who is it from? I don’t feel like typing it because it requires so much context. Can you count how many times you’ve seen your favourite film? Nope. I’ve seen it A LOT. When was the last time you ate marshmallows? Recently, in hot chocolate. Do you listen to any podcasts? How do you listen to them? Nope. How old will you be in the year 2030? 40/41. Does your skin bruise easily? Do you have any bruises right now? What from? Yeah. What was the last thing you spent $150 or more on? Christmas presents. Do you prefer yes or no questions or more open-ended questions? In surveys, open-ended. What brand of toilet paper do you usually buy? The store brand. If I knocked on your door right now, would you be acceptable dressed? I’m not at my house. Why did you leave your last job? I was only hired for the season. What colour were the last socks you wore? I’m currently wearing Bob Belcher socks which are black with white heels and toes and have Bob’s face on them. Are you studying currently? What level of education and what do you study? No thank fucking god. Have you ever eaten at a restaurant and left without paying? I have, on total and complete accident. I was in the bathroom and my friend at the time was at the table and she had the check and I was under the impression we agreed she was going to pay but her dumb ass thought I was going to pay. So when I came out of the bathroom, she was outside, so I figured she took care of it, so I walked out to meet her and we were like almost to the car when I was like “so how much was it?” and she was like “i don’t know, I didn’t look because I thought you were paying.” So I went back in and told the waitress what happened and she was cool about it and I paid. What was the last thing that made you laugh out loud? There was probably something since then, but Kristen Wigg and Steve Carell’s skit at the Golden Globes. What’s your favourite scent of air freshener? Ehh, just a fresh scent is fine. How many weddings have you ever been to? Hmm. 3? I’ve been in all of them too. No wait! That’s a lie, I forgot about my cousin’s wedding a couple years ago. I was merely a guest at that one. Do you know anyone named Nora? I used to. My Aunt’s husband’s mother was named Nora, but she passed away a while ago. Are your hands and feet in good condition or could you do with a mani-pedi? My hands and feet are SO DRY. I might treat myself to a mani-pedi this Saturday. When was the last time you played a board game? What did you play? Yikes, it’s been a while since I’ve played with an actual board. I played Cards Against Humanity online the other night with Ellen and Kayla if that counts. How old were you when you first became sexually active? 20. Have you ever been to a festival for beer or other type of alcohol? Yeah, I’ve been to an OktoberFest before. Do you own a record player and/or vinyls? There is one in our attic, but it’s my fathers. I have no real interest in it on my own. When was the last time you went out for drinks? I don’t really go out just for drinks. I’m usually getting dinner too. Have you ever been to a strip club? Nope. I’d love to go to one to be honest. Do you know anyone with a ‘virtue name’? I had to look these up. I know a Faith, a couple Graces, and a Joy. I used to know a Verity but only online. Would you ever wear real authentic leather? Eh. Have you taken out the trash today? Nope. How often do you wear make-up? Rarely. I plan on wearing some this weekend for our shop’s holiday dinner. What’s your opinion on The Simpsons? I don’t hate it but I’ve never really gotten super into it. Do you prefer horizontal or vertical stripes? Both are nice. Do you know anyone who has been through a divorce? A few people, yeah. If you had the money, would you take taxis everywhere instead of driving? No. I hate taxis and uber and lyft. Have you ever done a juice cleanse? No, because they’re all giant scams. Do you have any friends who you can’t decide if they’re attractive or not? I am friends with someone I was friends with in gradeschool on Facebook and she always posts really unflattering pictures of her face but every once in a while there will be a really pretty one so I’m like what is the truth? Is the inside of your fridge clean right now or does it need a clean out? Ugh we need to clean all of them out. The fridge in our kitchen gets filled up because my grandmother saves EVERYTHING she doesn’t eat. The mini fridge Mark and I have in the basement has been ignored because we have a full size one now, which can stand to be wiped down. That mini fridge is so gross we are afraid to open it haha. When was the last time you washed the dishes? Mark is usually the one who does the dishes. Are there any magazines that you read on a regular basis? There aren’t. Do you have to pay for parking in most places in the town/city you live in? Yeah, it’s so stupid because it’s not like there are free buses and trains and shit so whatever you do you have to pay to go places. Unless you are crafty and can find free spots. What’s the first thing you tend to do when you have a headache? Take something. Tell me about your responsibilities at work. I open doors with magic. Can you hear lots of traffic from your house? Does it bother you? There’s an expressway and train track basically in our backyard. I don’t really notice it inside the house, except for if the windows are open, but even then it doesn’t bother me. You become used to it really easily. The trains you can hear and feel on the inside of the house every once in a while, but not enough to disturb anything we are doing. Have you ever had proper Canadian poutine with the squeaky cheese? No, poutine does NOT appeal to me at all because I do not like gravy. Do your parents know how to operate smartphones and/or computers? My dad is pretty good with his phone and computer. How old are your parents, anyway? My father is 67 in April. Are you allergic to anything? What do you have to do to prevent them? Nope. What song is stuck in your head at the moment? There isn’t one. What’s your boss’ first name? Do you call him/her by that name? His first name is Anthony. Everyone calls him Tony. When was the last time you wore a uniform of any kind? What colour was it? It’s been AGES. Did you complete a survey before taking this one? Will you take one after? I did and maybe if I find one I like. Have you ever lost enough weight to drop a dress size? Hah. What’s your favourite kind of bread? Garlic. When was the last time you got pizza? What toppings did you get? It was fairly recently. There was definitely pepperoni on it. Do you own Monopoly? Is it the original or a special version? Yup. I have a Nightmare Before Christmas version I have literally never played haha. I think I have an original version too. What was the last thing you said out loud? ”Okay” You have to choose one: cats or dogs? Cats. How do you travel to and from work? My car that’s probably going to explode any day now. Do you primarily use cash or card for your purchases? Why? My credit or debit card. Because its SO convenient. Have you ever been to a stadium concert? Yeah, I’ve seen a few bands in stadium concerts. I saw Red Hot Chili Peppers with my sister like 10 years ago. And when I was younger I vaguely remember seeing the Counting Crows (hi @tapiooocasurveys) with my sister and father at a stadium. And Bob Dylan too. I feel there’s probably another one I’m forgetting. OH! Blink-182 when I was a pre-teen.

[sorayahigashikata]

Chapter 45

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Letter of introduction Dear. mr. neuman I had a take and thought it could be done better. This is a letter introducing Adam Carpenter He is  young, about 20 He is an absolute sweetheart and Very personable. He loves music, beer and can play a mean chord. He is well versed in his trade You know he will make a name for himself in whatever he does. I know it will be a pleasure for everyone concerned and hope you will enjoy hearing him play. affectionately Emily. Pizza: 8 Water:5 beer : one pack Pringles: if deal three Matzo ball soup: 1 Golden peanut snack: kosher: 1 Pizza kosher snack: 1 PBR: 1 JFK comes up a lot At work, where I work I work at the cinemas And we talk a lot about JFK People like to tell their favorite jfk quotes My favourite quote from JFK is as followed ich ein bin berliner It is the best quote ever The story is even funnier JFK went to germany He went to germany smoochez the germans and visit the berlin wall He went to germany show solidarity he told the german people ich ein bin berliner Which means I am a doughnut. Frames: 6 Baskets Hangers Socks Pants New shirts Laces Smaller belt More books More vinyl Wine glasses should be picked up By the stem rather than the bowl by the bowl Rather than the stem This helps keep the wine cool No one likes hot wine Unless you are an alcoholic In that case You just do not care Fruit or soup in cups Eggs or shellfish Fowl or meat {not a roast} Never a roast Please never serve a roast If you serve roast than you are bourgeoisie Salad dessert A Memory Banished        Disturbance        Gratitude and Suffering        Deception        Onward - As If To Breathe        A Memory Promised        Careless Whispers (Wham)        The Re-Evaluation of Tina        Silent Night (Gruber)        Altitude        The Doll in the Trees        The Berlin Dog        Stability        My Best Friend's Girl (The Cars)        Memorandum        Dog Stroll        Desire (A More Desperate Hell)        His Threads Are Bare And The Winds Are Marrow        Continence (From The Outside) Veal scallopini Roast turkey Mashed potatoes String beans with mushrooms Cranberry sauce, stuffing gravy How much would you pay? CITIZEN KANE CASABLANCA THE GODFATHER GONE WITH THE WIND LAWRENCE OF ARABIA THE WIZARD OF OZ THE GRADUATE ON THE WATERFRONT SCHINDLER'S LIST SINGIN' IN THE RAIN IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE SUNSET BLVD. THE BRIDGE ON THE RIVER KWAI SOME LIKE IT HOT STAR WARS ALL ABOUT EVE THE AFRICAN QUEEN PSYCHO CHINATOWN ONE FLEW OVER THE CUCKOO'S NEST THE GRAPES OF WRATH 2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY E.T. DR. STRANGELOVE BUTCH CASSIDY AND THE SUNDANCE KID Butter tolls Fresh fruit compote Cookies coffee How much would you pay? Moss Pebbles Clip on lamp Heat bulb Another vase This sandgrain day in the bent bay's grave He celebrates and spurns His driftwood thirty-fifth wind turned age; Herons spire and spear. Who tolls his birthday bell, And the rhymer in the long tongued room, Who tolls his birthday bell, Toesl towards the ambush of his wounds; Herons, stepple stemmed, bless. Who tolls his birthday bell, Through wynds and shells of drowned Ship towns to pastures of otters. He In his slant, racking house And the hewn coils of his trade perceives Herons walk in their shroud, Who tolls his birthday bell, More spanned with angles ride The man souled fiery islands! Oh, Holier than their eyes, And my shining men no more alone As I sail out to die Who tolls his birthday bell. Three of four varieties of cold cuts Such as Ham, turkey, no roast beef, lamb, or cold cuts. Never serve roast beef Scalloped potatoes Vegetable salad Buttered tolls Vanilla ice cream with green mint sauce Cookies Coffee He had one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced, or seemed to face, the whole external world for an instant and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself. Curried lamb or chicken Rice ring Chutney, raisins, ground nuts French bread, butter Raw spinach salad Ice cream and cake or cookies coffee The truth was that Jay Gatsby, of West Egg, Long Island, sprang from his Platonic conception of himself. He was a son of God—a phrase which, if it means anything, means just that—and he must be about His Father’s business, the service of a vast, vulgar, and meretricious beauty. So he invented just the sort of Jay Gatsby that a seventeen year old boy would be likely to invent, and to this conception he was faithful to the end.Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter – to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther… And one fine morning – So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past. Alpha Desperation March palmcorder yajna Alpha Negative Transjordanian Blues Cry For Judas Golden boy Power in a union Quito Heel Turn 2 Lobster, shrimp newburg or beef stroganoff Rice Green olives Croissants Caesar salad Cheese and crackers Fresh fruit Coffee I am a big dylan fan I love most of what he put out My first album I got for my birthday My nana took me to get it It was hard rain I thought it was peter frampton on the cover I felt pretty ripped The recording of that was a mess The title of the album tells you all you need to know It was raining The band lost their steam from the rolling thunder revue But dylan just went out and blew everyone away It is one of my favorite live performances ever from him The lyrical changes are golden as well. Everything is intimate I still have it Seven years later For everyday use One complete set of four or six place settings of inexpensive china, pottery, or unbreakable plastic ware. Which now comes in the most attractive colours This set should include: Dinner plates Dessert plates {can be used for salad} Cereal dishes {can be used for soup, pudding canned fruit!} Cups Saucers Dinner plates Cups Cream pitchers 2 platters Dessert plates {can be used for salad} 2 vegetable dishes Which now comes in the most attractive colours so get this guess who’s the other j.lo? JON LOVITZ he’s the best j.lo also has the biggest bum no doubt WERQ IT 2ND J.LO 10 Beautiful Things That Can Kill You 10 ryan gosling 9 Sheep 8.Poppy 7 Sky Dancers 6 Moonlight’s Reflection 5 Beards 4 Blue Hole 3 Yarn 2 Art Sculpture 1 Hope Diamond A Great Big World, Christina Aguilera - The ending of most of Rick and Morty season 2 episodes Ghost Town (for some reason) The last scene in It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia Season 6: A Very Sunny Christmas The Notebook Brokeback Mountain The Fault in Our Stars movie and book thenicestplaceontheinter.net Sad Japanese Commercials R.E.M - Everybody Hurts Jeff Buckley - Hallelujah Avril Lavigne - Wish You Were Here It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia Season 6 Episode 10 I’ve read Goodnight Moon almost every night for the past two years.  It’s a wonderful book which my son enjoys.  Here are some of my issues with the bedroom depicted in it. 1.  The Size of the Bedroom This bedroom is enormous.  There is no one, I think, who has not noticed this.  As someone who has lived in apartments only slightly larger than “a little toy house,” it’s mildly vexing that this bedroom is the size of a banquet hall in Downton Abbey. Nice bedroom and/or place to possibly hold the 2024 Olympics 2. The Little Toy house. The little toy house would rent out for $2500 a month in Manhattan (not including utilities) This is not that little of a toy house.  Not only could the rabbit easily fit inside the “little toy house,” the little toy house also has working electricity.  Why are these rabbits so civilized?  Is this some f**ked up Watership Down sequel??? 3. The color scheme we’re going for is “exploded paint factory.” “So what color have we decided on for the upstairs child’s bedroom?” “Which child’s bedroom?” “The enormous one.  The one with the expansive tomato-colored floor.” “I was thinking for that room maybe a dark green?” “Really?  Dark green?  You don’t think maybe dark green walls with a tomato-colored floor is a bit much?” “No, it’ll look amazing.  We can break up the monotony of the color with some dark green and yellow striped curtains.” “That’s an amazing idea.  On non-matching red and yellow spearhead curtain rods?  Do you think a tiger skin rug would be overkill?” “For a young child’s room?  No.  Not at all.  ”   5. The  Bookshelf “For tonight would you rather read ‘Hop on Pop’ or the entire Encyclopedia Britanica?” Why are these books so thick?  This is a child’s bedroom, not a law library.  Unless this rabbit is defending a doctoral thesis, there’s no need for him to own every non-fiction hardcover from Farrar Straus and Giroux. 7. The Idea That Anyone Would Keep a Comb and a Brush and a Bowl Full of Mush on the Same Table 8.   Continued… Meanwhile, back at the ranch… “So what color do you think for the child’s bed?” “I was thinking like a tomato-ish red color?” “You remember the floor’s a tomato-ish red color.” “Yeah.” “You don’t think that’s a lot of red for a child’s bedroom?  We don’t want it to look like the Amityville Horror kill room or anything.” “You don’t trust me?  I’ve been decorating children’s bedrooms for almost twenty years.” “No, I trust you, I trust you.  So you want to do all the furniture in red?” “Are you out of your f**king mind?  Of course not.  For the rest of the furniture I was thinking something sophisticated, like a mustard yellow.” “For everything??  All the furniture?” “All the furniture.” “Even the little toy house?” “Are you seriously asking me this?  No.  Of course not.  The little toy house should be red.” 10. The Dangerously Non-childproofed Fireplace Also, nothing says “child’s bedroom” like an expensive mantelpiece clock bordered by Cookie Monster-blue funeral urns. 11. The Totally Ignored Existential Mouse As casual about their infestations as they are exacting about their interior design. 12. The idea that a child this young (rabbit or human) would need a black office telephone by his bedside. “Goodnight, Technologically-out-of-date telephone” Who’s calling, his financial adviser?  Why would someone this age need a telephone unless it’s to call the woman across the vast expanse of his bedroom to ask her to stop whispering, “Hush.” This Picture of Bears in a Couples Therapy Session "So you say your mother was protective. Tell me more..." “So you say your mother was…protective?” Husband Bear:  We’ve started fighting more since our son was born.  I feel like she resents me.  I feel like every little thing turns into an argument.” Wife Bear:  “How could I not resent you?  We have a newborn and you’re off eating salmon in a PBS documentary while I’m stuck at home 24/7. Husband Bear: “Don’t start, Janet!  That documentary was a once in a lifetime opportunity!” Therapist Bear:  You sound angry. Husband Bear:  Brilliant observation!  It took you eight years of graduate school to figure that out? Therapist Bear:  Let’s all take a deep breath.  In, two three, out, two three… (They are all silent for several seconds) Wife Bear:  Also, a tomato red floor seems like a really bold choice for a psychologist’s office, doesn’t it?