#duncan's pharmacy

[haxanbroker]

Duncan’s Pharmacy, Greenwich, South London, January 2010.

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: February 23

“Inkpot Gods” by The Amazing Devil

[swagatron9]

Forgotten Innocence

Chapter 4 A/N: I promise this is Daryl Dixon Fan Fic

~ Sylvia Bennet ~

3rd person:

Sylvia watched as Silas held the gun up with both hands, he aimed at the bucket on the fence post but missed when he fired. "Don't be discouraged. The more you try the better you'll get." Shane commented as he walked past. Silas groaned as he once again her the click of the gun needing to be reloaded, this had already happened a few more times before and yet he still had not hit the target.

"I can't do it, Sylvie," Silas whined.

"You'll never hit it by whining. Keep trying." Sylvia said. Sylvia herself pulled out her own gun and aimed at her target.

RIck walked past and stopped as he watched Sylvia shoot at the tin can. "You've got a good stance, good aim too. Where'd you learn to shoot from?"He asked curiously.

"Used to go hunting from time to time." She admitted to the older man.

Rick hummed in response. "I imagine you're not used to guns this light then." Sylvia shrugged her shoulders.

"This is alright. I don't mind this."

An hour later we returned back to the farm. "Do you think we can try that again? That was so much fun." Silas questioned Sylvia.

"I'll take you out again tomorrow and you can practise some more," Sylvia replied.

Maggie approached Sylvia as she returned and pulled her aside from the group."Goin' on another run. Glenn's gonna be comin' along but I wanted to talk to you 'bout somethin'." Sylvia agreed to join the two on another pharmacy run but still, she couldn't help the slight feeling of jealousy that radiate at the thought of the two of them together.

Glenn and Sylvia had never formally been introduced to one another that's probably why the two of them didn't interact on the ride to the pharmacy, instead, it was Glenn and Maggie that spoke. "You didn't have to come, you can hate me from a distance," Glenn spoke. Maggie ignored his words and focused on the road in front of her. "Please say something." Once again silence. "Maggie-"

"I asked for your trust and you betrayed it. Now my Dad's pissed at me." Maggie snapped. Glenn eyed me cautiously before continuing to speak.

Glenn let out an exhausted sigh. "So, your dad thinks they're sick? You agree with that? Even after what you saw at the well? What do you think about those walkers?" Glenn directed the final question towards Sylvia.

"There's not really much to think of them-"

Maggie cut Sylvia off. "I'm not sure what I saw at the well."

"Yes, you are. Look if you'd seen Atlanta you would not have a barn full of walkers-"

This time Maggie cut off Glenn."I wish you would stop calling them that." Sylvia recognised the annoyance on Maggie's face and in her words but she could understand where Glenn was coming from.

"What do you call them?"

"Mom, Shawn, Mr and Mrs Fischer, Lacy and Duncan." Maggie listed off the names of the people that she cared for and loved.

"Look, Maggie. You've been trapped on that farm this whole time. You wouldn't understand half the stuff someone like me or anyone else had to go through. We had to fight to live while you were sitting on your couch playing family with the people you still have. You should be thankful to still have those people alive, once they're bit, they're dead." Sylvia helped Glenn attempt to get through to Maggie, but she still refused to believe otherwise.

"What does she want now?" Maggie snarked at Glenn as we entered the pharmacy.

"I can't say." Glenn looked away.

"So, one of them asks to you keep your mouth shut-"

Glenn yanked out a piece of paper and shoved it in Maggie's direction. "Crawl out of my butt, help me look, please." He sighed once more.

Maggie read the piece of paper and scoffed as she showed Sylvia. "You have got to be kidding me," Maggie said before marching off into the back.

Sylvia tagged along as she figured that was where the pills would be. "What did you want to talk about?" Sylvia asked.

Maggie searched through the pill bottles. "About us." Sylvia frowned at Maggie's words as she waited to hear what she had to say. "I know we had that talk last night about us and all, but I've been thinkin', and don't hate me, but I don't think I can do it. Besides I've also been seeing..." Maggie's eyes trailed over to Glenn as he searched around the place. Sylvia couldn't help but scoff. "I'm sorry, I just hope you can understand," Maggie added.

"Yeah, I understand." Sylvia brushed past the farmer's daughter and went to leave the store.

"I'm gonna look at some more stores down the road, you two can leave when you're ready," Sylvia told Glenn. He nodded his head but appeared suspicious as he glanced between the two women. he shrugged it off as nothing and said goodbye to the woman he'd just met today.

Sylvia felt she had been played, but on the other hand, she felt as though she had no right to feel that she had been cheated on. After all, they hadn't established a relationship between the pair, but she thought she deserved to receive a bit more respect from the person she'd grown closest to on the farm.

Sylvia walked down the path as she glanced around at the empty street. It was then that she realised what exactly Glenn had been talking about. "A barn full of walkers?" She mumbled to herself. It hadn't fully registered in her head what the two were conversing about until now.

She found herself in another pharmacy, only this one was more hidden from the rest and it wasn't as obvious that it was a pharmacy. The supplies in the store were mainly all there so Sylvia took this as her opportunity to grab what she needed.

There were bandages, pain killers and plenty more that would be needed so she took them. She also grabbed things like the beef jerky sticks they had on the front counter.

Sylvia sat down in the corner of the store and just thought. She thought about everything that happened past, present and what could happen in the future. She thought about what happened before the world decided to come to an end, she wondered if the world was actually worse now or not. Sylvia got the freedom she wanted, the freedom to finally be the one, in a way legally, looking after Silas. People hurt Sylvia before and people hurt her now, but the difference is there are no laws that say you can't hurt people, so now Sylvia was less inclined to feel that the world had betrayed her. In a way, it was almost relieving to live life like this and she had grown to accept it.

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[5questions]

Peter BD

as the young man gazed up at the eclipse

he thought

“damn, i’m looking at

the

eclipse”

So begins acclaimed poet Peter BD's dizzying journey into the depths of the textual Self, in which reflexive phrases play off one another like a thousand points of light shining through a fifth of cognac and illume the striving and conniving which defines our current moment. From treatises on chicken to the moral quandaries of Winona Ryder, touchstones of the Now seep through Peter's verse like osmosis like milk through lace like the blinking of your fifth eye. Buoyant humor and steely irony mix together to form a wild combination which goes down easy but lingers with you for the rest of the day.

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How many of your famous/infamous email letters have you sent out? By your estimation, what's the ratio of positive to negative feedback you have received (could also throw in neutral)? Or is it hard to categorize them as such? What are the most wild responses you have ever gotten? Define 'wild' as you will. 

i'm not sure how many stories i've emailed people. i've never kept count. in the beginning i'd write a lot of people things but don't do it now as much as i used to. all i can say is that it's probably a big number overall. or maybe not. sorry for not being able to answer this one. feedback to the stories is either positive, neutral or no response at all. i'd say it's about 60% positive and 40% neutral. this is just going on my responses in my inbox. i don't have any social media besides twitter so unsure what the overall reaction is, if there is any. no one really replies to me in a negative way. i remember one person corrected my grammar once which was funny. i think my most memorable negative response came from you. i sent you a 3 part email and here was your response: FUCK YOU ASSHOLE STOP SENDING ME YOUR FUCKING EMAILS ITS FUCKING FICTION I HATE YOU PEOPLE JUST KIDDING ABOUT ONE OF THOSE PARTS NOT ALL OF THEM FUCKING ASSHOLE I AM UNIMAGINATIVE I STALK PEOPLE GIRLS BOYS WOMEN MEN ANIMALS PLANTS SO FUCK YOU DID YOU HACK MY EMAIL PLEASE DONT IM SORRY I  LOVE YOU PLEASE LOVE ME BACK this was one of the most memorable responses because it's around the time i first started doing this and also because it's wild. i guess it's more wild than negative. whatever it is i enjoyed it. i don't receive too many wild responses but one i did enjoy was when this artist named jacob sanders wrote a song about me. i was working this shitty job and was up at 5 am when i received it. it just talked about how i can accomplish whatever i want or something like that. i was really happy at work that day haha. it made feel really good and humbled that someone would do that for me. i think someone sent me a dick pic once. that was wild. another person responded to one of my stories with a story of their own about me that was thousands of words. that was wild as hell.

What was the writing process like for your recently released book? How did you decide on your publisher? 

i don't think i would've written these poems if i hadn't gotten sick last winter. i had a lot of down time and just began writing a bunch of short poems/stories every day. i saved them in my drafts not thinking anything would come of them. i probably wrote hundreds of them. then one day, over the summer, i was eating a burrito somewhere and mitch anzuoni from inpatient press approached me and asked if i was writing anything he could publish. he saw me read at an event and guess he thought i was book publishing material. we talked for awhile and that's how this 'milk and henny' idea came to life. i didn't even have a finished work to present him and we already got to the point of discussing a second book. it was really weird and serendipitous. so i went back in my drafts, put together some things i liked, and presented them to mitch as a powerpoint presentation a couple of weeks later. i didn't even know if anyone would like the poems except me. it was all pretty random haha

What's your day-to-day life like? Will you answer this question?

my day to day depends on what day it is. either i'm at work, or recently, going to see some doctor. i've been feeling ill again but anytime i go to get checked out they tell me i'm 100% fine so maybe my illness isn't easily traceable or it's all in my head.

i write some days. other days i just read. i think i'm gonna meet a friend to get drinks in a couple of hours. life is pretty random these days. i'd like some stability. being alive is strange and hard as you know.

How do you find your online persona to be different than your real life personality? Is there any separation between these two or just different gradations and systems of perception that make the two seem separate? 

at this point i think how i present myself online is similar to my real life personality. i went from thinking i'd just do this for a couple of months and then go to grad school to it becoming who i am completely. it probably sounds dumb, but creating this fake internet character brought me closer to myself. most likely, i would've gone to medical or pharmacy school if i hadn't began writing when i did. being in the sciences seems crazy to me now, even though the money would've been nice. this is a hard question to answer completely because i think we all show people certain aspects of ourselves and hide others. i don't feel any different than anyone else in terms of persona presentation although what i do might seem strange to some. 

my family and a couple of my friends still don't know about whatever this is that i do. maybe i don't think it's important enough to tell them or maybe i just want to keep it to myself. probably the latter. there's some shit that you just need to have for yourself, ya know? especially when it comes to being creative. i think growing up i was steered away from the arts and told that i had to do something practical. but now that i'm a grown up i can be as impractical as i want to be 

What are the best things you have read in the past year? Why? 

a read a lot but i didn't read as much in 2017. trying to change that this year. i really liked this book by ralph ellison called living with music. it's a collection of his jazz writings but it's mostly about music in general. a lot of what he says applies to music of today and how people react to it. he's very good at criticism. i picked up rome poems by pasolini off my roommates bookshelf and enjoyed it. ed mullany gave me man and his symbols by carl jung. i'm enjoying it thus far because certain topics that he discusses interest me lately. it's strange how you can begin a book and it ties into what you're going through in your life. there's nothing like a good book to take you somewhere else for however long you're reading. it's like a instant mental vacation. 

i read twitter daily. that's where i get most of my news. i want to read more richard wright this year. and octavia butler. i want to read a lot of the books i saw on your bookshelf. excited for your upcoming book. there's never enough time to read all these good ass books that exist.

[stevishabitat]

CHICAGO — They acknowledged that they could have shown up months ago. Many were satisfied that they were finally doing the right thing. A few grumbled that they had little choice.On a single day this past week, more than half a million people across the United States trickled into high school gymnasiums, pharmacies and buses converted into mobile clinics. Then they pushed up their sleeves and got their coronavirus vaccines.These are the Americans who are being vaccinated at this moment in the pandemic: the reluctant, the anxious, the procrastinating.

In dozens of interviews on Thursday in eight states, at vaccination clinics, drugstores and pop-up mobile sites, Americans who had finally arrived for their shots offered a snapshot of a nation at a crossroads — confronting a new surge of the virus but only slowly embracing the vaccines that could stop it.

Duncan Beauchamp, 17, was vaccinated at Lyman Orchards in Middlefield, Conn. His father had been concerned by how quickly the vaccines were rolled out.Credit...Christopher Capozziello for The New York Times

Ever Diaz, 42, was vaccinated at the Polk County Health Department in Des Moines. He said it had been hard to get a vaccine because of his job in construction.Credit...Kathryn Gamble for The New York Times

The people being vaccinated now are not members of the eager crowds who rushed to early appointments. But they are not in the group firmly opposed to vaccinations, either.Instead, they occupy a middle ground: For months, they have been unwilling to receive a coronavirus vaccine, until something or someone — a persistent family member, a work requirement, a growing sense that the shot was safe — convinced them otherwise.

How many people ultimately join this group, and how quickly, could determine the course of the coronavirus in the United States.Some of the newly vaccinated said they made the decision abruptly, even casually, after months of inaction.

One woman in Portland, Ore., was waiting for an incentive before she got her shot, and when she heard that a pop-up clinic at a farmers’ market was distributing $150 gift cards, she decided it was time.

A 60-year-old man in Los Angeles spontaneously stopped in for a vaccine because he noticed that for once, there was no line at a clinic. A construction worker said his job schedule had made it difficult to get the shot.

Ronald Gilbert, 60, was vaccinated at a light rail station in Hawthorne, Calif. He said he didn’t really believe in the vaccines, but that with an uptick in cases it was “better to be safe than sorry.”Credit...Rozette Rago for The New York Times

Cliberman Centeno, 36, was vaccinated in Los Angeles. He said he was tired of wearing a mask.Credit...Rozette Rago for The New York Times

Many people said they had arrived for a vaccine after intense pressure from family or friends.“‘You’re going to die. Get the Covid vaccine,’” Grace Carper, 15, recently told her mother, Nikki White, of Urbandale, Iowa, as they debated when they would get their shots. Ms. White, 38, woke up on Thursday and said she would do it. “If you want to go get your vaccine, get up,” Ms. White told her daughter, who was eager for the shot, and the pair went together to a Hy-Vee supermarket.

Others were moved by practical considerations: plans to attend a college that is requiring students to be vaccinated, a desire to spend time socializing with high school classmates, or a job where unvaccinated employees were told to wear masks. Their answers suggest that the mandates or greater restrictions on the unvaccinated that are increasingly a matter of debate by employers and government officials could make a significant difference.

Audrey Sliker, 18, of Southington, Conn., said she got a shot because New York’s governor announced that it was required of all students attending State University of New York schools. She plans to be a freshman at SUNY Cobleskill this fall.“I just don’t like needles, in general,” she said, leaving a white tent that housed a mobile vaccination site in Middlefield, Conn. “So it’s more like, ‘Do I need to get it?’”

Lisa Thomas, 45, was vaccinated at the People’s Market in Portland, Ore. She first wanted to see how the vaccines affected Americans. “I do know people who have gotten it and they haven’t gotten sick, so that’s why,” Ms. Thomas said.Credit...Tojo Andrianarivo for The New York Times

Patricia White, 46, took her son Tariq, 17, right, to be vaccinated at Michele Clark Academic Preparatory Magnet High School in Chicago. Her grandson Diaunta is too young to be vaccinated.Credit...Taylor Glascock for The New York Times

Many people interviewed described their choices in personal, somewhat complicated terms.Willie Pullen, 71, snacked on a bag of popcorn as he left a vaccination site in Chicago, one of the few people who showed up there that day. He was not opposed to the vaccines, exactly. Nearly everyone in his life was already vaccinated, he said, and though he is at greater risk because of his age, he said he believed he was healthy and strong enough to be able to think on it for a while.

What pushed him toward a high school on the West Side of Chicago, where free vaccines were being administered, was the illness of the aging mother of a friend. Mr. Pullen wanted to visit her. He felt it would be irresponsible to do so unvaccinated.“I was holding out,” Mr. Pullen said. “I had reservations about the safety of the vaccine and the government doing it. I just wanted to wait and see.”

The campaign to broadly vaccinate Americans against the coronavirus began in a roaring, highly energetic push early this year, when millions were inoculated each day and coveted vaccine appointments were celebrated with joyful selfies on social media. The effort peaked on April 13, when an average of 3.38 million doses were being administered in the United States. The Biden administration set a goal to have 70 percent of American adults at least partly vaccinated by July 4.

But since mid-April, vaccinations have steadily decreased, and in recent weeks, plateaued. Weeks after the July 4 benchmark has passed, the effort has now dwindled, distributing about 537,000 doses each day on average — about an 84 percent decrease from the peak.

About 68.7 percent of American adults have received at least one shot. Conservative commentators and politicians have questioned the safety of the three vaccines that the Food and Drug Administration has approved for emergency use, and in some parts of the country, opposition to inoculation is tied to politics. An analysis by The New York Times of vaccine records and voter records in every county in the United States found that both willingness to receive a coronavirus vaccine and actual vaccination rates were lower, on average, in counties where a majority of residents voted to re-elect Donald J. Trump.

Barnet Gaston, 14, was vaccinated at Michele Clark Academic Preparatory Magnet High School in Chicago. He wanted to get vaccinated so he could spend more time hanging out with his friends, most of whom were vaccinated.Credit...Taylor Glascock for The New York Times

Anastiacia Rincon, 15, was vaccinated at the Polk County Health Department in Des Moines. She says that she got vaccinated “to protect myself and others, and I have asthma.”Credit...Kathryn Gamble for The New York Times

Despite the lagging vaccination effort, there are signs that alarming headlines about a new surge in coronavirus cases and the highly infectious Delta variant could be pushing more Americans to consider vaccination. On Friday, Jen Psaki, the White House press secretary, said there had been “encouraging data” showing that the five states with the highest case rates — Arkansas, Florida, Louisiana, Missouri and Nevada — were also seeing higher vaccination numbers.

In Florida, a clinic in Sarasota County was quiet, a brightly lit waiting area full of mostly empty chairs. Several people wandered in, often no more than one or two in an hour. Lately, they are vaccinating fewer than 30 people there a day.

Elysia Emanuele, 42, a paralegal, came for a shot. One factor in her decision had been the rising case numbers in the state, which she had been watching with worry.“If everything had gone smoothly, if we had shut down immediately and did what we needed to do and it was seemingly wiped out,” she said, “I think I would have been less likely to get the vaccine.”

Some people said they had heard snippets that worried them about getting shots on social media or on cable television — misinformation about vaccines has circulated widely — but they said they ultimately dismissed the rumors.In the shade of a freeway underpass in South Los Angeles, volunteers and would-be vaccine patients tried to talk over the roar of passing cars.

Charlene Bradley, 71, was vaccinated at the People’s Market in Portland, Ore. “I was kind of against it, but I promised my son I would do it,” she said. “It just took a while.”Credit...Tojo Andrianarivo for The New York Times

Cindy Adams, 52, was vaccinated at the Polk County Health Department in Des Moines. It was her workplace’s requirement to wear a mask as an unvaccinated person that changed her mind.Credit...Kathryn Gamble for The New York Times

Ronald Gilbert, 60, said he did not really believe in the vaccines and has never been a fan of needles, but with an uptick in cases he reasoned that it was “better to be safe than sorry.”

“I feel better having this now, seriously I do,” he said. “I’m going to be walking like a rooster, chest up, like ‘You got the vaccine? I got the vaccine.’”

News of the Delta variant also changed the mind of Josue Lopez, 33, who had not planned on getting a vaccine after his whole family tested positive for the coronavirus in December.

“I thought I was immune, but with this variant, if it’s more dangerous, maybe it’s not enough,” he said. “Even now, I’m still not sure if it’s safe.”

At a vaccination site at Malcolm X College in Chicago, Sabina Richter, one of the workers there, said it used to be easy to find people to get shots. More recently, they had to offer incentives: passes to an amusement park in the north suburbs and Lollapalooza.

“Some people come in and they’re still hesitant,” she said. “We have to fight for every one of them.”

Otchere Darko, 44, was vaccinated at Westchester Community College in Ossining, N.Y. He waited until he felt the vaccines had proven to be safe.Credit...Christopher Capozziello for The New York Times

Frederique Moretto, 59, was vaccinated at a Florida Department of Health site in Sarasota, Fla. She got vaccinated to visit her daughter, who is going to a school in Washington in the fall.Credit...Octavio Jones for The New York Times

Cherie Lockhart, an employee at a care facility in Milwaukee for older and disabled people, said she was worried about the vaccines because she did not trust a medical system that she felt had always treated Black people differently.

She was not anti-vaccine, she said, just stalling until something could help her be sure. Her mother ultimately convinced her.

“My mom has never steered me wrong,” Ms. Lockhart, 35, said. “She said, ‘I feel this is right in my heart of hearts.’ So I prayed about it. And, ultimately, I went with my guiding light.”

Many of the people who newly sought shots said they had wanted to see how the vaccines affected Americans who rushed to get them early.

"I do know people who have gotten it and they haven’t gotten sick, so that’s why,” said Lisa Thomas, 45, a home health care worker from Portland, Ore. “I haven’t heard of any cases of anyone hurting from it, and there’s a lot to benefit from it.”

Leslie Vences-Avena, 14, was vaccinated at a Florida Department of Health site in Sarasota, Fla. The F.D.A. approved vaccinations for children age 12 and older in May.Credit...Octavio Jones for The New York Times

Cherie Lockhart, 35, was vaccinated in Shorewood, Wis. Her mother convinced her to get the vaccine.Credit...Marla Bergh for The New York Times

For Cindy Adams, who works for a Des Moines insurance company, it was her job’s requirement to wear a mask as an unvaccinated person that pushed her into the Polk County Health Department drive-up clinic for her first dose of the Pfizer-BioNTech vaccine.

Ms. Adams, 52, said she had been concerned about possible long-term effects of the vaccines. But now her husband, children and most of her extended family have been vaccinated, as have most of her co-workers.

“I just honestly got sick of wearing the mask,” Ms. Adams said. “We had an event yesterday, and I had to wear it for five hours because I was around a lot of people. And I was sick of it.

“Everyone else is healthy and hasn’t had any side effects, gravely, yet, so I decided I might as well join the crowd.”

Julie Bosman reported from Chicago. Contributing reporting were Matt Craig from Los Angeles, Elizabeth Djinis from Sarasota, Fla., Timmy Facciola from Middlefield, Conn., Ann Hinga Klein from Des Moines, Emily Shetler from Portland, Ore., and Dan Simmons from Milwaukee.

[hrdillon]

Lost our baby this morning. Twelve years ago we rescued her from the streets of Proctorville. The mayor ordered people not to feed the stray cats, so we grabbed her from Fruth Pharmacy & took her home with us. She was pregnant & so, so sweet. We got a keeper with her. And her son, Duncan, too. I'll miss her goofiness & sweetness so much. Bye, Ms TT Meow Meow. Derp, derp. 💜

[taehyungsgrowl]

Not sure if you've done this...but the mood is feeling sick with a cold...how would all of the boys help you feel better?

OH WORD

also i hope you feel better soon my love!

Duncan is a helicopter bf change my mind. oh you sneezed? he’d be all “baby let me make you some tea!” also he checks your temperature w kisses to your forehead i dare you to change my mind. he is also the most adult(tm) of the boys so i feel like he’d be a great companion to have if you were sick. he’d spoil you rotten. 

Jim is my loveable dumbass. He is so sweet and concerned! But as far as helpful??? OOF. He says he’ll go to the pharmacy to pick up some medicine but returns with candy (for you - which is NICE but how helpful??? also most likely to get you a get well soon stuffed animal on his pharmacy run.) ALSO most likely to get sick bc he wont stop kissing on you despite your warnings so the whole thing ends w TWO sick babies in bed. 

Michael as someone who was probably coddled by Mead when he was sick - would probably be really good at caring for you. He is not as overbearing as Duncan, but more useful than Jim. Plus, I think he’d be a cheater and just use magic to make you feel better.

Xavier is a lot like Jim. He would propose kisses to make you feel better. However, I think he wouldn’t be the worst at taking care of you. He tries to make soup for you!! (Even if it’s microwavable and he didn’t spend a lot of time in the kitchen! It’s the thought that counts.)

[thewastelandwriter]

Would you mind doing a long fallout 4 companions react? Like a companions react to coming home to Sole after a long or short time away? Thank you again!!

A/N: This turned out to be a little longer than I expected so I will be doing two parts! So enjoy part one! (P.S. Also in the reacts I imagine that the companions are good friends, if not romantic, with Sole at this point.)

Cait had been traveling alone for days. She needed to sort out some things and clear her mind after she had ridden herself of chems. It had been a while since she had last seen her companion and she was nervous. What if they didn’t like what she had to say? What if they didn’t like her clean? She had found out a lot about herself on her ‘getaway’, without staring at the bottom of a bottle.

She made her way to Sole’s house in Diamond City and knocked on the door loudly. She waited, and waited, and waited until someone tapped on her shoulder. Cait turned around and grabbed the hand that had touched her, about to sock them in the face before she realized it was them.“Holy fuckin’ shite! Don’t ya ever do that again!”Sole chuckled, “Good to see you too.”Cait pulled them into a tight hug, burying her head in the crook of their neck. Trying not to choke up with emotion. “I’m damn glad to see ya.”MacCready had gone to the Capital Wasteland to visit his son. Duncan was doing great ever since he took the cure. He was running around, talking non-stop, and playing with some of the neighboring kids. MacCready was happy to tell him that he had found a homestead for them in the Commonwealth, someplace called Sanctuary Hills. Duncan was excited to live with his papa again but he needed a few days to say goodbye to everyone and MacCready needed to make sure everything was in order for him to move in.It had been almost a month since he had said goodbye to his friend, “Boss,” as he still called them. That one vault dweller that helped save his son’s life, and his own. He counted himself lucky to have met them. But he couldn’t help feel nervousness in his stomach as he walked up to their house, right next to his own and Duncan’s.Knock knock. He waited patiently at the door, wondering if they were even home until the door opened and he was met with a tackle hug that almost knocked him off his feet.“You’re home! I was so worried about you.” Sole said with a joyous tone.MacCready chuckled, “You didn’t get my letter?” They playfully punched his arm in response, “Of course I got your damn letter, but that was weeks ago. So? How’s Duncan? Where is he?”“Let’s talk inside, I have good news.”Curie was only away from Sole for a few hours but she was eager to get home. She had read some old documents on buildings with medical histories a few days ago. Curie traveled to an old pharmacy, not too far from where they had settled, while Sole was out gathering supplies. Curie was supposed to remain home but she saw no harm in going out by herself for a few hours. She decided to go pick up some much needed medical supplies before Sole did tomorrow. After she packed up all the medicine she could in her little bag, she made her way home. As she walked up to the broken steps the door was thrust open and Sole flung their arms around her.“Where were you?!” They asked, checking Curie to see if she’s hurt.“Monsieur/Mademoiselle! I’m fine, I thought I would help you.” She smiled sweetly and blushed, “You’ve been so busy I thought I would get you these for you. To save you the trouble of going tomorrow.”Sole looked through the bag Curie handed them. “Oh, you did this for me?”She nodded, worried that they wouldn’t be pleased. That she messed up once again.  Her worry was disregarded once Sole hugged her again. “Thank you.”Hancock returned from his travels, he took a short few weeks off of his mayoral duties to travel to anywhere and nowhere. He wanted to bring Sole with him but there were conflicts with timing that made it so they couldn’t get their infamous freak show on the road. Even though Sole said it was fine for him to travel without them he couldn’t help but feel guilty. Hancock stopped momentarily to say hi to everyone that was outside gathering around him asking questions. He told them that he would tell everyone all about his travels later over a meeting as he pushed his way through the small crowd. He was looking for Sole, he wanted to see and talk to them first.When he finally made it into the Old State House he dashed up the stairs to his office where Sole said they would be all that time ago, and they were.“I heard all the commotion outside, I assumed it was you.” They said with a broad smile, followed by a tight hug.“I’m back like I promised. Told you I couldn’t run forever.” He smiled back, happy to see their face again. He didn’t plan on leaving again any time soon.Piper walked through Diamond City, returning from a journalism tip not too far away, near Goodneighbor. It was another ridiculous story that they wanted in her newspaper. She’d think about it. Piper opened the door to her house and set her hat on the hook, it was extremely late and she was exhausted. She hoped that Nat would already be asleep. When she turned around she finally noticed Sole sitting down on the couch.“You’re back!” They quietly spoke as they stood up from the seat.Piper smiled and hugged them for a moment. “I have a lot of stories to tell you about tomorrow. I don’t plan on going back to Goodneighbor anytime soon.” She added with a giggle.Piper looked around to see her house as clean as she left it, if not more. And that Nat was indeed asleep right on time. “The place looks great! Thank you.” She smiled warmly at Sole.“You’re welcome. Go get some sleep. Now that you’re home I can get some sleep too.” Sole sat back down on the couch and raised the blanket up to their chest. She went up to her ‘bedroom’ and looked back at Sole. “Goodnight.”

[faeriecxrcle]

a little tenderness [duncan x fem!reader]

warnings: lots of fluff and care, and fingering to help with a headache, unexpected daddy!kink

The first thing you did that morning was phone in sick to work; voice groggy, head pounding as you speak into the phone. Seconds after finishing the call you’re back to sleep, wrapped in your thick blanket, keeping out the cold air. 

It only feels like mere minutes you’ve been asleep when a knock at the door wakes you. Slowly you sit up, muscles protesting at the movement, eyes squinting at the daylight. You click a button on your phone, checking the time...it’s definitely been longer than a few minutes, more like 5 hours. 

The knocking resumes, and you cough into your hand, grabbing some tissue on your bedside and blowing your nose. 

You stand, shivering in the cold air. 

Another knock. 

You’d shout at them if your throat wasn’t so sore. Quickly you grab the blanket from the bed, wrapping it around you, melting underneath its warmth as you make your way over. 

“I’m coming,” you murmur, sniffling. 

You unlock the door and open it, revealing...Duncan?

Now that you weren’t expecting. 

He stands before you holding a paper bag, eyes wide with concern, looking you up and down, “Oh baby,” he murmurs. 

“How did you know?” voice nasally. 

He brazenly walks past you and into your studio apartment, placing the bag onto a table, “You weren’t at the coffee shop,” he simply states, pulling off his leather jacket. 

“I called in sick,” closing the door and locking it. You’re surprised he made it here in one piece...your neighbourhood wasn’t exactly friendly. 

“I know, they told me,” he smiles at you, beginning to pull things out of the bag. 

“What’s all this?” shuffling over, eying up a cough medicine he’s pulled out. 

Duncan bites his lip, “I guess I kinda went overboard at the pharmacy,” glancing at the various little boxes, and containers, of medicine. 

You let out a stuffy snort, “Yeah, I think you did,” but you can’t help the soft smile that spreads across your lips, “Thank you though.” 

“There’s also some soup coming over in about half hour,” rubbing the back of his neck, a little blush rising to his cheeks.

“You really didn’t have to,” pulling the blanket tightly around yourself. 

He shrugs, “I wanted to,” approaching you slowly, raising his arm and placing the back of his hand against your forehead, “You have a slight fever.” 

You cough into your hand, “Sounds about right,” feeling slightly dazed. He wraps his arm around you, guiding you to your bathroom. 

“I’m prescribing a bath,” he murmurs into your hair, kissing your scalp before pushing the toilet lid down and seating you upon it, still wrapped up in your blanket. 

With a sigh you watch him turn the taps on, the sound of water splashing against the bottom of the tub; you really do need a bath, suddenly aware of how sweaty and clammy you feel. 

The bubble bath is poured in; he opts for the floral one you note, something more relaxing than your usual citrus; the one you use to wake yourself up in the morning. You can only just about smell it in the air, but the steam is at least helping to calm your cough. 

“Why didn’t you call me?” his voice breaking you out of your trance. 

“Honestly, it came on suddenly,” rubbing away the sleeping dust in one of your eyes with the back of your hand, “I only managed to call work before I fell asleep this morning.”

He purses his lips at you, still unimpressed it seems, “You’ve been working too hard.”

It slips out before you can help it, “Some of us don’t have a trust fund to rely on Dunc.” 

You regret it the moment it comes out, “I’m sorry I-”

He cuts you off, “It’s okay, and you’re right,” he sighs, testing the temperature of the water, “It’s ready now,” and he turns off the taps, looking at you expectantly. 

Quickly you undress, eager to get into the hot bath, your sweat damp clothes thrown onto the floor. He takes your blanket and leaves the room with it before returning, guiding you in by the hand, holding onto you tightly, keeping you balanced. 

It feels like heaven. 

He washes your hair, oh so gently, massaging your scalp deeply and tenderly; he’s really treating you like a princess. It’s a tad overwhelming but you don’t say anything, fearing it will end soon. 

As you step out of the bath he pats you down with a fresh towel, wrapping you up in it like a burrito. He sits you down on your bed, “Where’s your hair dryer?” stroking the skin of your cheek, tilting your chin up so you look at him. 

Your lip trembles ever so slightly, “On top of those drawers,” you nod in its general direction and he retrieves it, plugging it in at the bedside. 

Fingertips brush through your scalp as it dries, and you glance up at him to see his tongue poking out the side of his mouth, intense concentration in his eyes. You can’t help but smile. 

Once he deems your hair throughly dry he brushes through it carefully, making sure not to hurt you when he comes across a knot; it’s the most you’ve ever felt cared for since you were a child. 

He makes you take some medicine, guiding the spoon into your mouth, and you grimace at the taste, forcing it down your throat, “Gross,” you mutter, and he laughs softly. 

“Good girl,” patting your head, and you feel a warmth in the bottom of your stomach, “Stand up,” and you do so.

He removes the towel from you, and you shiver at the cold air, arms wrapping around your nude body, “Get in bed, I’ll warm you up soon,” throwing the towel onto your dirty clothes pile. 

You turn and realise he’s made your bed, and you waste no time getting underneath the blankets, shivering in anticipation, knowing that Duncan’s body heat will soon be joining you. 

There’s a knock at the door, and you frown in confusion, “Must be the soup,” Duncan murmurs, answering it, “Thank you,” he says to the man, handing over some notes, “keep the change,” and he takes the takeaway bag, closing the door and locking it. He places the bag on the table, with the medicine, taking out the container, and opening the drawer in the kitchen area. Once he’s found what he’s looking for he returns to your bed, sitting next to you. 

“Hungry?” he smiles, pulling off the lid, dipping the spoon in, and swirling the soup around. 

You nod, sitting up, pushing the pillows up with you so you can sit comfortably. 

He feeds you the soup slowly, a vegetable soup you think, though you can't taste much of it. You’d think it would feel awkward, him feeding you like this but honestly it makes you feel cared for, the warmth and butterflies in your stomach increasing, with every little glance he gives you with those blue eyes. 

Once you finish it all, and he makes sure you do, stating that you need to eat it all in order to get better, he washes the container and spoon in the sink. He returns to the bed and begins undressing himself; you can’t help but admire his lean body. He’s down to his boxers when he joins you, a small smirk on his face, “Enjoy the show,” wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to his chest. 

You hum in delight, “Yes, would rate it 5 stars,” nose nuzzling into him, stomach full and satisfied.

He snorts gently, kissing your forehead, “How’s your head feeling?”

“Still a bit achey,” you whisper, eyes heavy. 

“I know what’ll help,” his fingertips now stroking the bottom of your stomach, edging closer to the space between your legs. You whimper softly, opening up to him without prompting, eager for his touch. 

“Such a good girl for me,” he breathes into the curve of your neck, placing little kisses. 

He touches you gently, gathering your growing wetness and swirling your clit around with his fingers. 

“Fuck, Duncan,” you groan, hips bucking up, head tilting back into him. 

He works you slowly, and teasingly, so light with his touch that it makes you squirm. Usually he’s never this...soft, and its quickly making you a quivering mess. 

“Please...” hiding your face into his shoulder.

“Use your words, baby,” his voice deep and rough. 

“Please...daddy,” you practically whisper, face heating up, “I want more.” 

“You want my fingers inside you baby girl?” teasing your entrance, dipping them in only slightly before pulling them out and rubbing your clit. 

“Yes,” thrusting up against him, “please daddy.”

“It’s okay baby, I’m gonna look after you,” kissing the top of your scalp, his fingers pushing inside you, slowly stretching you out. 

You let out a long whimper, eyes squeezing shut as he curls them inside you, biting your lip. 

Gradually he speeds up, finger fucking you ruthlessly, and you’re writhing beside him, so close to release. Your pussy throbbing and making lewd noises at his every movement. 

And then he’s using his thumb to rub at your clit and that’s all you need to push you over the edge. 

“Such a good girl,” he coos working you through it. 

You let out small cries, body convulsing as the pleasure rolls through you, your hot breath against the skin of his neck. 

“Mmm, thank you daddy,” you say breathlessly, his pace now slowing down to a halt. 

He pulls out of you carefully, holding his hand up from the covers to reveal cum soaked fingers. He licks them clean as always. 

It’d have you squirming for more if exhaustion wasn’t coming over you already. You snuggle into his chest, your breathing slowing, body relaxing into him, and he kisses your forehead, “Sleep well, baby.” 

******

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[uneminuteparseconde]

Des concerts à Paris et alentour en gras : les derniers ajouts :-: in bold: the last news Décembre 10. White Bouse + Drone à clochettes + Thomas Zielinski + Thharm + Ex_Pi – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 11. Vierge noir e : cinéconcert sur “Film” d’Alan Schneider et “The Haunted House “ de Segundo de Chomon + David Fenech : cinéconcert sur “Entr’acte” de René Clair – La Clef 11. Boris – Le Gibus 11. Pointe du Lac + Richard Francés, Julien Lheuillier & Quentin Rollet – Quai de Bourbon 11. Kaffe Matthews + Phil Minton, Audrey Chen & Onceim – La Dynamo (Pantin) 12. Heldon + Duncan – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 12. Maya Dunietz + Jacques Perconte & Onceim – La Dynamo (Pantin) 12. ToutEstBeau – Carbone 17 (Aubervilliers) 12. Bas Mooy + VTSS + EKLPX – Glazart 12. Kompromat (Vitalic & Rebeka Warrior) – La Cigale ||COMPLET|| 12. Mono + Jo Quail – Petit Bain ||COMPLET|| 13. Contrefaçon – La Gaîté lyrique 13. Regards extrêmes + Lisieux + Ascending divers – Les Voûtes 13. Paskine + Between Sleeps + CAM – DOC 13. Charlène Darling + Nina Harker + Regis Turner – La Boule noire 13. Officine + Fusiller + Theoreme + Bâton XXL – Cirque électrique 13. PAL + Zaraz Wam Zagram + Blason + Carbon Sink – Collective (Aubervilliers) 13. Ellen Allien + Hemka – Dehors brut 13. Pearl + Toscan Haas + Mind/Matter – Glazart 14. Ludwig Von 88 – Le Trianon 14. Wosto + Air LQD + Gakona + Marrakech + Pharmacie – Espace B 14. Boolvar + Dalès + Otis – Le Cirque électrique 14. Paula Temple + Tommy Four Seven + Sentimental Rave + Giant Swan – T7 14. Headless Horseman + Blind Delon – Dehors Brut 15. The Ex + 75 Dollar Bill – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) ||COMPLET|| 16. Sydney Valette + Sweat + Deep Tan – Supersonic (gratuit) 17. Thomas Ankersmit + Gaël Segalen – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 18. Amenra – Bataclan 20. Uriel Barthélémi & Martin Bakero + Laurent Stoutzer – Folies numériques|Parc de la Villette 20. Varg + Christoph de Babalon + Les morts vont bien + Powerplant + Fever 103° + Pessimist + Shayu + Vanadis + Aeon Shaker b2b Stagiairism (fest. Magnétique nord) – La Station 20. Vile Assembly – Espace B 20. Hector Oaks + Nene H + Nur Jaber + Parfait + Pawlowski – tba 21. Release party autour d’Achwgha Ney Wodei – Cirque electrique (gratuit) 21. Youth Avoiders + Chain Cult + Short Days + Bleakness – Espace B 21. A.N.I + Maraudeur + Raymonde + Ece Özel + Accou + Fantastic Twins + Les Fils de Jacob + Dame Area + Silvia Kastel + DJ F16 Falcon + Ed Isar + Mechanical Heaven (fest. Magnétique nord) – La Station 21. Anetha + Introversion + Jacidorex + Parfait + Schake – tba 28. Kaiser + Makornik + Cassie Raptor + Quelza + Léo Occhi – La Station 28. Panzer + Hyperaktivist + Sept b2b Opål – tba 31. Illnurse + Air-One + Amina + Maxime Iko + Pho.nx – tba (Paris nord) 2020 Janvier 03. Under Black Helmet + Tommy Holohan + Fuerr + 1ndica – Rex Club 03. SNTS + Keith Carnal + Eastel + EKLPX – Dehors brut 04. Rokia Traoré + Ballaké Cissoko & Vincent Segal – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 11. Last Night + Euromilliard + Kumusta – Gibus 14. Lispector + Ventre de biche + La Punta Bianca – Point FMR 16. Black Midi – Le Carreau du Temple ||COMPLET|| 17. Scratch Massive + Lokier + Cassie Raptor + Faast + Kiddo – Badaboum 17. Dafne Vicente-Sandoval + Ji Youn Kang + Thomas Lehn : « Occam VI » d’Eliane Radigue + Tiziana Bertoncini, Antonin Gerbal, David Grubbs, Ji Youn Kang, Thomas Lehn, eRikm & Dafne Vicente-Sandoval : « Et tournent les sons dans la garrigue » de Luc Ferrari – Le 104 17. Club Sieste + Louvet & Schultz + Chicaloyoh – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 17. Edith Nylon – Petit Bain ||COMPLET|| 18. Lee Ranaldo & Raül Refree – Le 104 18. Franck Vigroux : "Flesh" (Biennale Nemo) – Maison des arts et de la culture (Créteil) 22. Dick Voodoo + Bile – L’International 23. The Pharcyde – Petit Bain 24. Penguin Cafe + Lubomyr Melnyk + Peter Broderick + Anne Müller + Hatis Noit + Janus Rasmussen – La Gaîté lyrique 24. Kode9 + Teki Latex + Cem + Barker + Crystallmess + Carin Kelly b2b Bob Sleigh + Christian Coiffure (La Machine a 10 ans) – La Machine 25. DJ Marcelle + Stellar OM Source + Ploy + Clara! Y Maoupa + Black Zone Myth Chant + Theo Muller + Promesses + Gista (La Machine a 10 ans) – La Machine 25. Airod + Ki/Ki + Kobosil + Parfait + Shlømo – tba 26. The Fat (cinéconcert pour enfants) – La Gaîté lyrique 26. Beak> + Vox Low + Abschaum + Maria Violenza (La Machine a 10 ans) – La Machine 29. Rendez-Vous – La Cigale 30. Editors – Salle Pleyel 31. Tindersticks – Salle Pleyel 31. It It Anita + Mss Frnce + Flowers + Angle mort et clignotant + Casse Gueule + La Jungle – Petit Bain Février 02. Sunn o))) – La Gaîté lyrique 06. Rouge Gorge + Arne Vinzon – Petit Bain 08. Infecticide – La Lingerie|Les Grands Voisins (gratuit) 08. Hots Pants : The Songs of Rowland S. Howard – La Maroquinerie 09. Explosions in the Sky – La Cigale 10. The Murder Capital – Café de la danse 13. Ride – Le Trianon 15. The Raincoat – Centre Pompidou 16. Orchestral Manoeuvre in the Dark – La Cigale 18. Biliana Voutchkova + Judith Hamann – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 21. Ensemble Links joue "Drumming" de Steve Reich + Cabaret contemporain : "Détroit" + Molécule – Le 104 21. Pop 1280 – tba 22. Cent Ans de Solitude & Flint Glass : cinéconcert sur “Sprengbagger 1010” de Carl Ludwig Achaz-Duisberg – Club de l’Étoile 24. Sleater Kinney – Le Trianon 24. The Legendary Pink Dots – tba 27. Zombie Zombie + Kreidler – Petit Bain Mars 02. DIIV – La Gaîté lyrique 03. Napalm Death + EYEHATEGOD + Misery Index + Rotten Sound – La Machine 03/04. The Mission – Petit Bain 05. Orange Blossom : “Sharing” avec les machines de François Delarozière – Élysée Montmartre 06. Frustration – Le Trianon 07. Ensemble intercontemporain joue Steve Reich : cinéconcert sur un film de Gerhard Richter – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 07. Alcest + Birds In Row + Kælan Mikla – La Machine 10. Arnaud Rebotini : live pour “Fix Me” d’Alban Richard – Centre des Arts (Enghien-les-Bains) 11. Nada Surf – La Cigale 13. Russian Circle + Torche – Bataclan 17. Chelsea Wolf – La Gaîté lyrique 20. Ensemble Dedalus : "Occam Ocean" d'Éliane Radigue – Le Studio|Philharmonie 21. Front 242 + She Past Away – Élysée Montmartre 21/22. Laurie Anderson : "The Art of Falling" – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie 27. Lebanon Hanover – La Gaîté lyrique 27. Maggy Payne : « Crystal » (diff.) + 9T Antiope + John Wiese + Matthias Puech + Nihvak (fest. Présences électronique) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 28. Ensemble Links : "Drumming" de Steve Reich + Cabaret contemporain joue Kraftwerk – théâtre de la Cité internationale 28. Iannis Xenakis : « Mycenae Alpha » (diff.) + Marja Ahti + Rashad Becker + Nina Garcia + Kode9 (fest. Présences électronique) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 29. Ivo Malec : « Recitativio » + Eve Aboulkheir + Richard Chartier + Lee Gamble + Will Guthrie & Mark Fell (fest. Présences électronique) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio Avril 03. CocoRosie – Le Trianon 14>17. Metronomy – La Cigale 18. Siglo XX – La Boule noire 26. Pharmakon + Deeat Palace + Unas – Petit Bain 27. Caribou – L’Olympia Mai 08. Max Richter : "Infra" + Jlin + Ian William Craig – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie 09. Max Richter : "Voices" – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 09. Jonas Gruska + Leila Bordreuil + Jean-Philippe Gross + Kali Malone (fest. Focus) – Le 104 10. Iannis Xenakis : « La Légende d’Eer » + Folke Rabe : « Cyclone » et « What ??? » (fest. Focus) – Le 104 10. Max Richter : "Recomposed" & "Three Worlds" – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 19. Swans + Norman Westberg – Le Trabendo 22. François Bayle : « Le Projet Ouïr » + Marco Parini : « De Parmegiani Sonorum » + Yan Maresz (fest. Akousma) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 23. Julien Négrier + Hans Tutschku : « Provenance-émergence » + Félicia Atkinson : « For Georgia O’Keefe » + Warren Burt + Michèle Bokanowski (fest. Akousma) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 24. Philippe Mion + Pierre-Yves Macé : « Contre-flux II » + Daniel Teruggi : « Nova Puppis » + Adam Stanovitch + Gilles Racot : « Noir lumière » (fest. Akousma) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 23. Damon Albarn – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 24. Damon Albarn – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie ||COMPLET|| 26. Minimal Compact – La Machine  Juin 14. Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds – Bercy Arena

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[atyped-gone]

@rebeltyped​   sent   :    ☔   – a kiss in the rain

         THE  AIR  IS  THICK,  JUST  LIKE  THE  TENSION  BETWEEN  THE  TWO  EX - LOVERS.     much  like  the  forecast,  their  relationship  called  for  scattered  showers  and  intermittent  storms.   she  doesn’t  know  why  she  does  this  to  herself,  why  MAKING  herself  angry  enough  to  feel  physically  SICK  was  something  she  unconsciously  did  ––    but  she  can’t  help  it.   he  was  hanging  out  with  gwen  and  she  finds  herself  walking  in  the  rain  to  clear  her  mind.   the  cool  droplets  in  the  bring  down  the  redness  in  her  cheek  and  calm  the  stinging  feeling  in  her  palm.   there  weren’t  many  places  in  her  hometown  that  were  run  down  with  graffiti,  but  there  was  a  certain  alley  by  the  pharmacy  that   had  a    (  D + C  )   tag,  one  she’d  done  herself  in  the  middle  of  the  night  when  she  couldn’t  sleep  and  duncan  had  sneaked  up  to  see  her. 

         NOW  IT  JUST  SITS  THERE  TAUNTING  HER,  WORSENING  HER  MOOD.       as  if  to  make  things  worse,  the  rain  picks  up  and  starts  drenching  her.   just  as  courtney  turns  to  leave  the  alley,  she  gasps  when  she  sees  duncan  come  up  behind  her  and  grits  her  teeth,  shoving  him  ––   not  hard  enough  to  hurt  him,  but  hard  enough  to  show  how  startled  she  was.      ❛   YOU  SCARED  THE  SHIT  OUT  OF  ME,   ❜      courtney  breathes  out,  hands  still  clenched  in  his  jacket  before  she  slowly  lets  go.  eyes  scan  his  face,  melancholy  evident  as  her  expression  softens.      ❛   what  are  you  doing  here ??   i  thought  you  were  hanging  out  with  GWEN  today,  ❜     while  it  was  her  intention  to  remain  neutral,  there’s  no  hiding  the  VENOM  that  drips  on  the  goth  girl’s  name.    given  the  way  duncan  was  also  pouting,  lingering  with  his  touches . . .   this  break  has  been  equally  as  hard  on  him  as  it  was  on  her,  even  if  neither  of  them  will  admit  it.   her  lower  lip  trembles  before  she  launches  herself  into  his  arms,  feels  him  stroke  his  fingers  through  her  wet  hair.  as  he  cups  her  face  she  remembers  how  to  breathe  again  when  she  kisses  him,  their  lips  and  touches  apologizing  for  the  harsh  words  they’d  spilt  over  the  past  three  days.      ❛   oh  dunkie,   i  MISSED  you  !!   let’s  never  fight  again.  ❜       she  says  it  every  time  they  make  up,  but  she  promises  this  time  that  she  MEANS  it.   

                   KISS  ICONS   :   SELECTIVELY  ACCEPTING  

[atypedarc1]

“I’m sorry. I went through your room and found this. Explain what the hell this is doing in your room!” // rebeltyped

WORRIED   STARTERS   /   no   longer   accepting .

                 DATE  NIGHT  WAS  A  SHELL  OF  WHAT  IT  USED  TO  BE .     ever since they returned from their holiday ,  things had been different --  but not immediately .  it all started when courtney’s parents freaked about the tattoo she’d gotten while she had been away and their continued and very obvious dislike of her boyfriend .  it was getting harder and harder to stay neutral ,  both supportive of duncan and respectful of her parents’ authority .  it was getting more and more evident that she was going to have to pick a side and she didn’t know if she was ready to do that yet .  courtney felt like she was in free fall ,  her support network had been completely ripped out from under her and as appreciative as she was of duncan’s support it was demoralising to have to rely on her boyfriend so heavily .  courtney was used to taking care of herself and herself alone , not being taken care of .

                  THIS  MONTH  HAD  BEEN  HELLISH .     or to put it quite frankly ,  SHE  had been hellish .  every conversation she had with duncan ended up in some kind of argument,  any legitimate act of kindness from him was met with an eye roll and her snapping at him that she didn’t need his pity .  she let him put her up in an airbnb while her parents were simmering down , but that was about all she would let him do .  eventually ,  after being forced to write out her own faults in excruciating detail with a promise to correct them .  an eerily similar contract ,  similar to the one drafted for duncan but instead of 32 pages it was nearly 300 .   fine .  anything to be accepted back home .  to have some semblance of control again .

                   AND  JUST  AS  THINGS  TAKE  A  TURN  FOR  THE  BETTER ,   all hell breaks loose .  things were less tense with duncan ,  she could eat dinner with her parents without feeling like she was on trial . . .   she’s back home a week and her period is late .  and for a girl that has every day planned out for the next five years ,  she knew her biological clock inside an out .  she chalks it up to stress on the first day .  the second day ,  her concern grows .  and by day three ,  courtney is in a hat and sunglasses at the pharmacy picking up a pregnancy test because the last thing she needed right now was anyone finding out about this .  she cancels plans with duncan that night so that she can take the test in isolation and she’s thankful that her parents are away at a conference when she screams at the top of her lungs with frustration when the results come up positive .  

                  THESE  NEXT  FEW  WEEKS  ARE  GOD  AWFUL .   the secret was eating her alive and she knew she had to do something soon .  courtney had been on the fence about even bringing it up in the first place and had been emotionally detached ever since she discovered she was pregnant .  she wouldn’t be able to hide under baggy shirts forever and her hormones were all over the map .  courtney knew duncan was trying to quit smoking ,  but she jumps down his throat anyway .  “ are you fucking kidding me ?? ”  she asks as they walk towards his car and he lights one up .  “ how many times have i fucking told you that shit is DISGUSTING , but once again you  NEVER FUCKING LISTEN TO ME !!!   i’m taking an uber home , ”   he looked shell shocked as she stormed off and or good reason .  her mood was a mess and she was losing it .  

                   SO  SHE  CALLS  A  WOMEN’S  CLINIC  THE  NEXT  DAY ,      explains her situation and her decision .  how fast can this be done ?  given how far a long she was , it was a medical procedure that took a day , mild recovery ,  and that was that .  courtney follows the outpatient regimen diligently and does her best to move on .  it was just a blip , a mistake that she corrected .  no more fuck ups ,  just LSATs and violin practice .  that is ,  until duncan comes over for date night .  she’s in the bathroom and getting ready ,  finishing up and touching up her make up .  she’d gotten a bit shiny in waiting for him .  he was always late .  she finishes and heads back to her room .   “ seriously duncan ,  are you allergic to being on time ?  i was completely ready over half an hour ago and now -- ”

                    HER  HEART  STOPS  AND  SHE  FREEZES  MID - SENTENCE  WHEN  SHE  SEES  HIM .      she’d left a paper trail ,  or rather ,  a plastic one .  her positive pregnancy stick was between his fingers and so much hurt and confusion was on his face.   i’m sorry. i went through your room and found this. explain what the hell this is doing in your room !    courtney is quite literally speechless for a moment ,  she felt her stomach drop to her shoes as she stares at him ,  wide - eyed .  quickly ,  she finds her voice again and it’s angry .  it’s angry because he’d gone through her things despite him knowing how much she HATED that ,  it’s angry because she was caught after hiding a secret and it’s angry because she knew she was in the wrong .  

                  “  what the  FUCK  are you doing snooping around in my room?  god ,  you’re so --  ”       she snatches the stick from him and shoves it back into the little garbage bin she kept by her desk .  her heart is racing and she’s red with embarrassment and rage .  courtney crosses her arms ,  glaring at him as she blinks away hot and angry tears .  “ what do you want me to say ?  it doesn’t matter .  i took care of it anyway , ”   she mumbles ,  unable to look him in the eye when she said it .  she could hear his heartbreak in his silence and the guilt could swallow her whole ,  but she’d be damned if she’d back down .  “ you should be thanking me !!  no reason for anyone to think i’m a gold digger trying to anchor you down with a baby .  you can be the brooding bad boy that everyone loves and i’ll continue to be the uptight girlfriend that everyone hates .  no one will know about our mistake . ”   she didn’t realize she was crying until her voice wavers and breaks ,  and the true reason of her decision was revealed .  she was terrified of what people thought about her and given the onslaught of negative press about her ever since he won ,  it wasn’t out of left field .  she continues to glare at him through her tears ,  his silence only making her angrier .  “ WHAT,  DUNCAN ??  what more do you  FUCKING  want ?? ”   //    @rebeltyped .

[leggigoesabroad]

you can’t spell awesome without me

Lyric from Taylor’s NEW SINGLE!!  It’s called ME!  It’s actually called that, with the exclamation point and everything.  It’s as dope as you’re imagining in your head right now.  And some people, like my coworker Mary who laughs at everything I say, do in fact think I’m awesome.  (She’s such a great audience.  Now I look at her immediately after any joke I make just for the reaction and validation.) 

Well, well, well.  Leggi goes abroad again.  I’m doing a site visit for work in Vienna and Prague for a few days, and then on to Paris on my own (with an alarming amount of details in between yet to be determined, I should really get on that.)

I sit here at 10:25 pm in Vienna, Austria, in a gorgeously authentic Viennese apartment with stupid high ceilings and ornate decorations, in a fluffy-ass robe after I finally showered the airport off of me.  Left Denver at 4 pm Friday, landed at Munich at 9:45 am today (Saturday) local time, long layover, then a quick 45 minute flight to Vienna where a private driver awaited me.  I feel that weird feeling of not knowing which way is up and which way is down and what year it is, in only the special way you get when you’re traveling across the ocean.  I had so many things I wanted to tell all of my people while I was flying, but obviously had no service, so I did the same thing I did with Hayley when we flew to Thailand: wrote down all my thoughts for a future blog.  Luckily for you all, HERE THEY ARE, the undiscovered gems of the Denver to Munich economy class Lufthansa flight.

- Get on board and scope the movies, immediately knew I was going to watch “Beautiful Boy” because apparently something about Timothee Chalamet and poignant flights just feels right to me.  I almost watched “Call Me By Your Name” again but I don’t think the married woman next to me wants to watch Timothee have sex with a peach.

- Girl in front of me just aggressively reclined her chair back to it’s fully back position 20 minutes into the flight and I fear this is my new normal for 9 hours.

- I now find myself actively wishing ill upon her.

- Hey, only 8 hours 57 minutes remaining!

- Why is tiny, frail, drug-addled Timothee Chalamet also just like SO HOT? I don’t understand his appeal at all and this is coming from someone who sees his appeal.

- He reminds me of Jennifer Lawrence.  Someone who is so weird and awkward and seems like they just accidentally fell into acting yet are brilliant at it.

- I think it’s his voice.  You know how I’m into voices.

- She sat her seat up to eat.  I’m just sad knowing how temporary it will be.

- The woman next to me sounds exactly like what’s-her-name from Who’s the Boss, the mom.  Judith something?? When she talks I sometimes purposefully don’t look at her so I can imagine it’s just Jonathan’s mom.  Didn’t that kid grow up to be gay? Or commit suicide?  Really hope it’s the former.

- She just turned on the Canes/Islanders game 1.  She has no idea what a personal affront this is. :(

- Okay, she switched off of it and turned on Notting Hill.  I almost suggested she pause and wait for me to catch up and we could watch in tandem while I tell her all my favorite parts, but Timothee just relapsed and I’m invested. 

- Dinner is chicken, rice, a salad, a roll, cheese and crackers, and a blueberry crumble dessert thing.  Not bad!!  Though I do miss the filet and unlimited alcohol from business class...

- Chalamet plays such a convincing drug addict wow wow wow wow wow

- Reminder: google crystal meth sobriety success rate.

- I feel as if they’re getting ready to tuck us in for bed and I’m not ready.  Sleepover anxiety.  Dad?? Dad!  You can come get me now.

- Flight attendants are walking around with open bottles of water and wine topping people off.  Da real MVPs.

- Yep.  The post-meal recline was just as jarring as I thought it would be.

- This bitch in front just literally re-did her pony tail and then threw it over her seat, spewing over my screen.  No idea what to do here.

- Well now Timothee is having heroin sex in the shower so maybe the peach scene would have been better.

- I didn’t know there was a more recent Jason Bourne movie.  Now I don’t want to take my sleeping pill.

- Took the pill.  Reminds me of when I had wine and an Ambien with Debbie on a flight to Switzerland and had to hold her hips on the way to bathroom like a toddler because I couldn’t see.  Now we wait!! Also Jason Bourne just had to watch his ex-boo Julia Stiles get murdered in front of him :( 6 hours left.

Ensue four hours of half sleep, half wake.  Land in Munich like an absolute zombie and it SHOWED.  Business lounge guy turns down my club pass and I manage not to cry.

- Fall immediately asleep on an airport bench like one of those creepy airport sleepers.  Kind airport lady wakes me up about an hour later very concerned that I’m missing my flight to Stockholm, as I guess I was near their gate.  I awoke as if from an exorcism and shouted “NO! VIENNA!” at her, before realizing she was worried about me and then I profusely apologized and fell back asleep. 

- No one in the middle seat on the way to Vienna!  And a full-sized Kit Kat given to us BEFORE take-off!  Hear that, Southwest and your fucking plane crackers?

- Can anyone explain to me how airplanes work?

- Seat mate just watched intently as I poured out my entire pharmacy looking for a caffeine pill... 

- What did we do before medicine and pills?? Then I remember Jamie on Outlander crossing the sea on a several months-long voyage and vomiting every day for months with no relief.  He was basically Princess Kate. (”Um, Matt Bomer was on White Collar.  Princess MEGHAN was on Suits.” - Champions, NBC)

- When I see customs and the two options are “declare” and “nothing to declare”, I always think of Ilana in Broad City when she goes to the seafood restaurant and the waiter asks if she has any allergies she’d like to disclose (audience knowing she’s super allergic to seafood.) “None that I...would like to disclose.”

- Driver had my name on a sign!! First time that’s ever happened to me! I really wanted to stop and take a picture but I also had to act like I been there before.

Got to the apartment and a lot more happened after I settled in, including our local host Karin immediately clearing my chakras after hearing my dry cough by explaining magnetic energy to me and tapping a voodoo doll while I meditated next to her.  It’s as weird as it sounds but I dig her.  I feel as if she gets me.  

Tomorrow we’ll sleep in a little bit, have lunch, and then go on a private 3-hour guided city tour.  Vienna, HERE I COME!  We’re not allowed to post more than one pic per city on social media per: work rules (re: not making other people jealous and looking like dicks, which I personally think is bullshit, so I’ll be sharing stories via the ‘close friends’ option on the ‘gram.  Eat your hearts out, I’m in Vienna and Prague for free.**)

**Had to purchase hundreds of dollars of supplies to soothe my anxiety about the trip, and as soon as the trip is over will do two years of free labor as the villa lead, but hey, for now, shit is free and maybe I’ll finally meet my international husband and we’ll both just ~~know.  When you know, you know.  But you can never KNOW...

Xoxo this gossip girl is a jet-lagged bitch and will be wittier and more thorough tomorrow.  Though for everyone’s sake, I hope we never get another blog like the one recounting the food poisoning/bloody amputated foot/Duncan’s one night Russian stands/quarantine room.... ever again.  

[cyberm1nd]

The Pharmacy

Duncan Halleck