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luvliewriting · 2 years

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❦Lights Are Off❦

Pairing: Travis Hackett x Gen!Reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of parental abuse, age-gap

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Drops of rain raced down the windowpane, the tree outside the small home swayed in the gentle breeze of the cool night. The small two bedroom, white picket fence home stood still and quiet, unlike it was the other days of the month. The only light from the home shone through the master bedroom, a small glowing candle at the bedside table of the freshly made bed.

It was late but not too late, maybe only midnight? Usually all the lights in the home went out around two yet they turned out early tonight. That's because only one person would be in that bed tonight. You laid ontop of the covers of your bed in the darkness with only the flame of the scented candle lighting up your tear stained face.

One of Travis' old shirts clung to your body. It still smelt like him, it brought a sense of comfort but also pain to you. Usually you loved wearing his shirts but tonight was different, the more you wore it the more you missed him. Yet you didn't have the courage to remove it.

"Severe warning for bad weather," you read outloud on the alert on your phone. You swiped it away, pausing momentarly looking at your lockscreen. It was Travis, smiling oddly enough, holding your puppy Iris, although she wasn't much of a puppy anymore. She was curled up at the foot of the bed, giving you what little comfort you could have right now.

It was another one of the 'hunting' trips that Travis did with his famil every month. Circled on the calender every single month. You weren't the biggest fan of hunting but you always asked if you could join, of course he always said no, that it was strictly just family. Family that didn't even know you existed. He was very secretive about his family, maybe a sentence or two about his mother or picking up a gift to send his niece and nephew Kaylee and Caleb for their birthdays but aside from that, he would always change the subject when you would bring it up.

You saw a photo of Kaylee and Caleb once, when they were way younger; maybe 7 and 4? They seemed like cute kids, obviously though they weren't kids anymore.

Sometimes however, you wondered if this was truly a hunting trip. You wondered if maybe it was excuse for something else but you didn't know what he could be hiding. Travis usually told you everything, after some coursing and begging, but he did. If it was just a hunting trip than why was he so scared to bring you along; you're basically married at this point, aren't you family? And if he hates his mom has much as he says, than why does he keep going to hang out with them when he knows she'll be there.

You would be lying if you said you never questioned his loyalty. You questioned if he was truly as loyal as he says, that maybe this 'hunting' trip wasn't actually a hunting trip but rather an excuse to see other people.

You didn't want to think that he could be cheating on you but it was always in the back of your mind.

It felt like breaking his trust but you had searched the bag he took with him on these hunting trips. Of course there was guns, but you saw that coming, along with bear traps. But he also had an empty vial that let out a putrid smell when you opened it, and one of his old uniforms covered in blood.

You glanced up at your alarm clock, 2:10am. It was another one of those restless nights you guessed, it always was when he wasn't home. It was close to impossible to actually fall asleep without hearing Travis' soft snores beside you, in a way just knowing he's there calmed you.

You flipped on your sides, trying to find a way to be comfortable. You clung to your pillow trying to imagine that it was him but to no avail.

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A gentle beam of sunrise made its way through the curtains into the bedroom, refusing to open your watery eyes as you curled yourself into a ball, the blankets smelled like cologne and firewood just like Travis did. You scooted closed to the side of the bed where Travis would sleep and opened your e/c orbs to stare at the empty side of the bed.

You wiped away the tears that stained your cheeks, propping yourself up on your elbows to turn to look at your alarm clock once more; 5:56am. Travis would be home soon, not like you ever saw him come home though. You were usually asleep by then. But something tonight made you not want to try to fall asleep again, you actually wanted to see him, know what he does when he comes home.

Sucking in a breath, you heard a car outside wind down. It most likely was Travis, I mean who else comes home this late in your neighborhood?

Tucking yourself into the covers, you blew out the practically already melted away candle and laid your head onto the pillow. When you heard the front door open and close again, you closed your eyes and steadied your breathing. Trying to look like you had been sleeping the entire time, of course that was a lie though.

The bedroom door creaked open, hearing a bag hit the ground and get pushed under your bed. You felt Travis' calloused fingertrips move your hair, feeling his breath above you as he placed a kiss to your head still thinking you were asleep. You smelt that familiar bad oder that you found in that vial, it was like he was covered in it.

Travis stepped out of the room, closing the bathroom door behind him as you opened your eyes. You reached for your bedside table lamp, getting out of the bed and grabbing the bag under your bed. You once more unzipped that familiar bag, shuffling through it till you found what looked like a crumpled note. You quickly smoothed out the paper, trying to make out the wording on it.

No wonder anyone wants you around

-Mom

You felt your brows furrow at the note, of course his mom couldn't keep her big mouth out of anything.

Before you could drop the note, the bedroom door opened quickly making your head shoot up to where Travis stood.

He was covered in blood, both his skin and uniform. The bags under his eyes were dark and heavy, his hair dishelved as cigarette smoke oozed from him along with the odor of blood. He looked down at you, unable to read his emotions. He looked angry, betrayed, hurt, scared, all at the same time.

You quickly got up from the floor to your feet, staring at Travis. His tie was gone, shirt half way unbuttoned and belt off. You instrictivly backed up when he tried to move towards you.

"What the hell is this?" You questioned, he tried to shake his head dismissively. You glared at him, "tell me what the hell is going on or I'm packing my bags and this is over."

"Y/N.." He tried to move towards you again, you backed up in response.

"You can answer from over there," you replied. You were angry, you couldn't lie about that but also a part of you wanted to just take him into your arms and make all his problems go away.

Travis sucked in a breath with a sigh, running his blooded hands through his hair, "I can't."

"Can't what?"

"Tell you," he seemed ashamed almost as he stood like a kid that just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Were you truly gonna leave him over something like this? I mean for all you know he could be a serial killer and this was his kill day of the month. Travis seemed to be thinking his words hard, biting his bottom lip as he overthought what to say, "you'll call me a liar."

"Just spit it out."

Travis collapsed onto your bed, placing his face into his hands as he ran his hands through his hair, looking up at you through the corners of his eyes. He patted the spot beside him, "just sit here, you're gonna need to sit down for this."

You didn't want to but you complied, sitting beside Travis as the vile odor stung your nose but you didn't mind right now. You just wanted the truth, "it is a hunting trip."

"Well that's kind obvious with all the guns and blood," you admitted, dropping your hands into your lap. Travis tried to reach out to your hand but you pulled away, "just tell me you aren't hunting humans like some shitty version of the most dangerous game."

Travis shook his head, than stopped, "well, they were humans."

You snapped your head in fear at Travis.

He shook his head violently, grabbing your hand swiftly, "listen! They were humans, they aren't anymore!"

You cocked your head to the side in confusion, "what are you on?"

Travis seemed to think over his words again, "my family isn't typical if that makes sense. We were cursed, by Silas, the white wolf, my nephew Caleb was bitten first. His dad and sister, Chris and Kaylee followed in suit. Every month on the full moon, my family and I go to hunt for Silas to kill him."

You looked at Travis in disbelief, he sighed, "I know you don't believe me."

"It's a lot to take in," you replied. He seemed to be telling the truth but werewolves? That's just stuff in fiction, "why did you never tell me?"

Travis' eyes widened turning towards you, sitting face to face with him. His face covered in blood, staining the white sheets of the bed under the two of you, Travis reached out to grab your hand again. This time instead of pulling away, you let him intertwine his fingers with yours.

You instictively started leaning in, your nose brushing against his as Travis thought over his words, tightening his hold on your hand, "I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want you to run away."

"I never would," you replied, feeling his lips brush yours as you felt your eyes start to flutter close. Before he could kiss you, you spoke once more, "I want to come next time."

Travis pulled away sharply, shaking his head, "fuck no!"

You looked at him confused, "but aren't I family?"

Travis sighed, looking down at the floor of your bedroom, your eyes watching his every movement. His thin lips opened and closed again, like he was scared to say anything, "I couldn't live with myself if anything happens to you." He tried to explain, his hand still wrapped in yours. You scooted closer to him, resting your chin on his shoulder as he leant into your touch, "watching this curse tear my family apart is hard enough." He looked up at you, his brown eyes softening as he reached a hand out to your face caressing your cheek.

You smiled softly, leaning into his hand, "I love you Travis. I want to help you."

Travis smiled, something he did rarely, only around you; his only sense of normality, "you already do help me. You remind me that there is still some kind of good in this world and that I'm not a doomed man."

Reaching your own hand out to his face, you wiped a some of the blood off, "come on let's get you washed up and into bed."

Travis chuckled, "is it really that bad?"

"Hon it smells like you rolled in a sewer."

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melanielocke · 3 years

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Conceal, don't Feel - One

Do you wanna build a snowman?

This is the first chapter of my Frozen Carstairs sibings AU

CW: abuse, toxic relationship, alcoholism

@alastair-esfandiyar-carstairs1 and I both came up with a similar idea separately from each other, so this is a story separate from hers, but if you like this one I recommend you check out Frozen Heart. I’m not yet sure how often I will update, but I’m currently working on chapter 7 and 35.000 words in (chapters are pretty long).

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I cannot seem to tag @lightwoodsimp, sorry

Alastair didn’t know where his parents were taking him. It didn’t matter. He would go anywhere, would do anything if it meant she could be saved. It was his fault she’d gotten hurt. He called out to her. Warned her.

‘You’re going too fast. Slow down, Layla!’

It had been too late. Cordelia was hurt. His fault. He’d hurt her, he’d hit her with his ice. His father had been furious, of course. He’d deserved that. His mother had been more gentle, had taken him into her arms and whispered that it was going to be okay. A lie. It wasn’t going to be okay because he’d hurt his sister and that made him a monster. Just like Father had been afraid of.

But Father knew where to go. Father knew how to fix this. A trail of ice followed their horses. Alastair barely noticed it anymore. It would draw attention. It pointed right to him, to his wrongness. Just like he deserved. Alastair didn’t know why he couldn’t control it anymore. He’d been too excited about it, had used it to play and have fun and build snowmen in the middle of the summer. But that was wrong. Ice was wrong and shameful and dangerous. And so was he.

They stopped in a small village hidden at the foot of the North mountain. Alastair had studied the geography of the kingdom many times but did not know there was a village here. He’d heard stories, there were trolls living here. That was why people avoided this place. Alastair would say he was too old to believe in trolls, but he was magic. Who knew what else was out there?

He descended from the horse, hiding behind his mother. He’d always been closer to her than to Father. He trusted her to keep him safe. Not that he deserved her protection.

A man approached. He was a little shorter than Father, with dark hair like Alastair’s, but blue eyes and light skin that was common in Arendelle. Alastair had never seen the man before, who was he? Certainly not a troll. There was a girl around Cordelia’s age behind him, stepping forward curiously to his sister. Cordelia had not woken since Alastair had hurt her.

‘Hello,’ the little girl said. ‘My name is Lucie, who are you?’

‘Lu, I don’t think the princess can hear you right now,’ her father said. ‘Don’t worry, your Majesty, I’ll get my wife. She’ll find out what’s wrong with your daughter.’

The man disappeared into one of the houses, but the little girl remained behind, poking at Cordelia.

‘She’s not going to wake up,’ Alastair said quietly.

His father glared at him, whereas his mother took his hand firmly. ‘Don’t say that, joon-am. Your sister will be fine.’

‘Who are you?’ Lucie asked him.

Alastair frowned. This was part of Arendelle, wasn’t it? How did someone not recognize the king and his family?

‘My name is Alastair,’ he said softly, not meeting the little girl’s gaze.

‘Come, Lu,’ Will said. ‘Tessa and Jem are going to take care of the princess.’

A woman with brown hair kneeled down in front of little Cordelia, a man with dark hair and eyes beside her. He looked familiar, but Alastair wasn’t sure why.

‘Jem, please help my daughter,’ Father pleaded.

‘Of course, uncle,’ Jem said. ‘You and your family are always welcome here, you know that.’

Alastair was confused. Jem was his cousin? But then why had they never met? He knew about the mysterious cousin, of course. His father had been the youngest of two brothers once, his older brother Jonah had been king before him. He’d had a son too, prince James. King Jonah and his wife had died though, and prince James had disappeared, during his father’s regency. When it became clear prince James was gone for good, his father had been crowned king. Alastair had always assumed he must have died. There were rumors king Elias had murdered his nephew so he could claim the throne. Alastair was glad to know those rumors weren’t true. But why had Jem been here all this time?

‘My wife Tessa can heal her,’ Jem continued.

Elias raised an eyebrow. ‘I though she was Will Herondale’s wife.’

‘All three of us love each other,’ Jem said and Alastair was intrigued. ‘Arendelle might not understand, but there is no need to conform to what society wants from us here.’

He’d always been taught love was between a man and his wife. Clearly Jem didn’t think so. He couldn’t find love, he reminded himself. He had his ice, his cold heart. It would be nice, to live here with a love, but that was not his destiny.

‘It is for the best you left, I think,’ Elias said.

‘Don’t be rude, dear,’ his mother said. ‘They can help Cordelia.’

‘There is ice in her head,’ Tessa said. ‘I can remove it, don’t worry. It’s good the magic didn’t reach her heart. A frozen heart is the one curse I cannot break, but the head can be persuaded.’

Alastair wasn’t sure what Tessa was. She was magic, like him, right? How did she know so much about the ice, about the frozen heart? Did that mean there were others like him?

‘Lucie!’ Tessa called.

The little girl sat down beside her mother. ‘Yes, mama?’

‘You want to help, darling?’

‘Of course.’

‘My daughter is the heir to my gift,’ Tessa explained. ‘She will learn in time how to remove ice herself, in case the prince has more accidents. But for now, we’ll do it together.’

Tessa and Lucie both put their hand on Cordelia’s head. Alastair held his breath, this had to work right? Otherwise he would have killed his sister. Alastair knew he was a monster, of course, but he didn’t want his sister to suffer for what he was.

‘I must warn you, there will be a side effect,’ Tessa said. ‘Messing around in her head will affect her memory. I am doing the best I can to contain the effects and limit the memory loss, but she will lose all memory of Alastair’s magic.’

Alastair frowned. ‘So she won’t remember I have powers?’

‘No,’ Tessa said. ‘But when you’re ready, you can explain it to her. I think it might be good to work on your control first and tell Cordelia once you feel secure you won’t hurt her again. Remember, fear is your enemy. You’re always welcome to stay here, with us. People think trolls live here and stay away, you would be safe..’

The offer sounded tempting. Away from his family, from the people he hurt…

‘No,’ his father said. ‘Alastair is the crown prince of Arendelle, he will be king one day. Power or not, he must be prepared for his role. We’ll limit our staff, close the gates to limit his contact with people, so no one will find out and no one else will get hurt. He’ll learn to control it, I’m sure. Besides, your lifestyle would be a bad influence.’

Alastair’s heart sank. Of course, he was prince too. Destined to be king. It didn’t matter what he wanted. Why should a monster like him be king, he wondered, but he knew his father wouldn’t budge on the subject.

Cordelia coughed a little before opening her eyes. ‘What’s happening?’ she said, a little sleep drunk.

‘You’re all better,’ Lucie declared. ‘Although I think you still have a strand of white hair. Otherwise your hair is very pretty.’

Cordelia smiled. ‘Where am I?’

‘My name is Lucie,’ she said. ‘Will you play with me?’

‘Of course,’ Cordelia said. ‘I like making snowmen.’

‘We must go home now,’ Father said sternly.

‘Oh, that’s too bad,’ Lucie said. ‘Will you come another time, then? I’d so love to have another girl my age around. It’s just me and my cousins here and they’re all older than me.’

‘Of course,’ Cordelia said. ‘I’ll play with you.’

‘I think it would be good for us to check on Alastair’s progress regularly,’ Tessa said. ‘It would be unsafe for me to leave this village, so please come here whenever you’re ready, or if you need help.’

In the end, Alastair never returned to the village where his cousin lived. Neither did Cordelia, not even to play with Lucie. A day later, she did not remember what had happened at all. As far as the people of Arendelle knew, that village didn’t exist. Tessa was a witch, after all, and so was her daughter. The people might turn on her, his father had explained. They might turn on him too. And he would deserve that. That’s why he needed to learn control.

‘You’re too sensitive, Esfandiyar,’ his father would say.

He’d learnt a rhyme over the years. Conceal it, don’t feel it. He repeated it to himself whenever he felt too much, whenever he was going to lose control. He’d received a pair of gloves from his father, something he claimed would help him.

It didn’t take long for Father to grow more absent though. Often he was sick. His fault, he was putting too much pressure on the family. All his fault. His thoughts were spiraling as they so often did, out of control as the storm inside. His fingers tingled, ice formed on the floor, on the walls. Conceal, don’t feel, he told himself. That was the only way to control.

When Alastair was eight years old, not long after the incident, his father was interested in how using the sauna would affect him. He’d never been, as he was too young and his mother wasn’t so sure it was safe for him, but his father insisted it was worth a try.

‘It might be the solution to your control problem,’ Elias had said. ‘The sauna could melt the ice.’

Alastair had been scared, but he’d been willing to give it a try. Most humans in Arendelle used a sauna from time to time, so why shouldn’t he?

It had been a nightmare. As soon as the sauna had been turned on and gotten warm, Alastair had started screaming. It was agony, fire burning his skin and everything inside, the ice begging for release.

He couldn’t use magic in here, and it hurt so much.

‘Let me out!’ he’d screamed.

It had taken some time until Father had given up and finally let him out. He wasn’t burnt, there were no signs on his body that he’d suffered. The pain had been real though. He was still so shaken he froze the entire corridor, for which his father had become angry. Later that day, Father had disappeared into his bedchambers with a bottle of a smelly drink.

Alastair would never get into the sauna again. Never. There was ice inside of him, and it didn’t like the heat. Perhaps he should try it, perhaps he should stay for longer and let it burn out the ice inside of him. Perhaps he could be free. But Alastair didn’t dare go inside the sauna again, he never wanted to feel that pain again.

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Cordelia was lying on the floor of the ballroom. She was sure her mother would hate to find her here, but what else was she supposed to do? She sighed, would there ever be a ball here? There had been balls once, that much she remembered. She and Alastair weren’t allowed to attend yet, but they’d snuck out of bed to watch from the corridor together.

There had been so many people. Nowadays, it was only the staff, her family and Risa, her mother’s lady in waiting. Didn’t her parents understand she wanted someone to play with?

Once she’d played with Alastair almost every day. They would build snowmen and ride a sled and have snowball fights. But that had been a long time ago. Nowadays Alastair would barely acknowledge her. If he spoke at all, it was to tell her to go away and not bother him. He spent most of his time in his bedroom. Cordelia didn’t understand how one person could spend so much time in bed, especially considering he was not sick like Father. Didn’t he want to have something to do? She would play with him all day if only he opened his door.

But Alastair preferred the solitude, it seemed. He rarely even yelled at her to go away anymore. He just pretended she didn’t exist. He was studying to be king now, whereas Cordelia did not have such a responsibility. She guessed he was too mature and grown up for her now and she was just his stupid little sister. It was frustrating.

It had all started so sudden, and Cordelia had never understood why. One day they’d built a snowman together, the next Alastair didn’t even speak to her anymore. He only ever emerged from his room to eat, and to take walks on the palace grounds. Her mother didn’t want her to go there, for she might fall and hurt herself, or rip her dresses. It didn’t make much sense, because she’d followed Alastair from a distance once and there was barely anything to trip over. When Alastair had spotted her, he’d gotten angry and yelled at her to leave him alone, that this was his place, why couldn’t she at least let him have that?

Cordelia guessed her brother didn’t like her anymore.

‘What would you do, Joan?’ she asked.

No response. She wasn’t sure what she’d been expecting. Joan, of course, was a painting in this room, a woman in armor riding a horse. The painting had always fascinated her, because Cordelia wanted to be a warrior too and carry her own sword. It was probably all very improper, a princess talking to a portrait, but what exactly did her parents expect her to do?

Father was sick all the time nowadays, and Cordelia would often sit with him and read him stories. Alastair came in sometimes, glared at both of them, and left. At least her father still cared for her. At least it was something. Even if he mostly ignored her when he wasn’t sick, or talked to her about a potential marriage alliance when she was older. She’d never even met someone around her age, how was she supposed to get married? Her mother didn’t have time for her anymore, she had to take over from father when he was sick and run the kingdom and whatever free time she had left she spend with Alastair.

No one knew what was wrong with Father, and Cordelia worried for him. She vowed to spend as much time with him as possible, to always be there for him, because even if he was sick, he was the only one in her family who still had time for her.

‘If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?’ she asked Joan.

No response.

‘That’s right, me too. Anywhere is better than here.’

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When Alastair was nine years old, a year after the incident, he’d made little progress on controlling the ice. If anything, it had gotten worse.

‘You’re not trying,’ his father accused him. ‘Do you want to turn your bedroom into a snow landscape? Do you like the cold? Do you like that by freezing the bathroom, you broke all the pipes? It cost a fortune to replace everything, and I couldn’t explain what happened.’

‘I’m sorry, Father,’ Alastair had said, the fear he often felt around his father gripping him.

Would he be locked inside the sauna if he didn’t do better? He was trembling on his feet as his father grabbed his elbow and took him down stairs into an old dungeon.

‘When my brother Jonah was king, he stopped using these dungeons to hold prisoners. He believed keeping people in dark and dirty cells like this was inhumane. But we do not always have the luxury of choice.’

His father showed him to a cell with a pair of cuffs, chained to the floor, designed to fit around his hands. Because that was where the magic came from, that was why the gloves helped.

‘If you cannot control yourself and become a danger to those around you, I will have no choice but to use these. Do you understand?’

Alastair was shaking, snow escaped from his hands and twirled around him. He swallowed. ‘Yes, Father,’ he said weakly.

‘And don’t act so scared,’ his father scolded. ‘With that poison inside of you, you absolutely cannot feel.’

Of course. Conceal, don’t feel. That was the only way to keep it hidden.

That night, Alastair dreamt about the chains in the dungeon, about his hands being bound, his father leaving him there.

‘You’re too dangerous,’ his father said. ‘You must stay here from now on.’

Alastair pulled at the chains, tried to break free, but it was no use. He woke up in the middle of the night, lying in the snow. On his bed, he reminded himself, but everything was covered in snow and ice. He should clean this up, he determined. He did not know how to unfreeze anything, but he could sweep the snow up and outside of the window before Father found out and determined he should be chained in that cell.

He’d considered telling his mother about the cell and the chains and that he was scared, but ultimately decided against it. He was far too scared to find out that when it came to it, she would let it happen. Worse, that she already knew.

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Alastair was thirteen when his father presented him with the family sword. Legend had it the sword was magic, but the properties of the weapon had been lost over time. No king of Arendelle had ever died in battle while carrying it though, and some speculated the sword watched over them, protected them. Alastair didn’t know what too believe when it came to cortana. He knew his sister wished she could be the one to own the sword, but Alastair knew as future king he was supposed to bear it. He was sure Cordelia could practice with it when he wasn’t using it.

‘Now, Alastair, this is an important part of the Carstairs legacy,’ Elias said. ‘If you can use this sword, you would be protected if people ever learnt of the ice that’s inside your heart.’

That’s what Elias often called it, the ice inside his heart. Don’t feel, Alastair reminded himself. He wasn’t supposed to feel, or he would upset the ice. Elias treated it as something separate from him, a demon that would strike if Alastair didn’t work hard enough. He didn’t think that was right, but didn’t dare say anything.

Elias presented him with the sword. Alastair had never held it before, had only admired it from a distance. He took the hilt in his hand and immediately dropped it, yelping in pain. As soon as the hilt touched him, a pain shot through his hand. His skin was red, blisters were forming where the sword had touched him. He’d sustained burn marks.

His mother came in when she heard him scream and rushed him to the infirmary immediately, where he’d gotten his hand bandaged and lied about what had caused the burn, claiming he’d wanted to help in the kitchen and touched a hot pot. A horrible shame crept over him and gripped his stomach. He was unworthy. He couldn’t even hold cortana. The family sword, the weapon that had been carried by all great kings and queens before him, had chosen to burn him.

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‘I have a surprise for you, dear,’ her father said with a smile.

It had been ages since Cordelia had seen him so healthy and she was glad he was having a good day. She missed him. She’d wanted to go to his bedroom and read to him, but Alastair had told her she couldn’t. When she’d asked for more information, he’d refused to explain and just said she wouldn’t understand. Alastair often treated her as if she was stupid and did not understand anything, but Father never did.

She didn’t know what to do with her brother anymore. She’d loved him once, that she knew. Part of her still did. But she was fairly certain he didn’t love her anymore. He’d left her all alone. At least he still had her father, even if he was gone so often. It wasn’t his fault he was sick.

‘What is it?’ Cordelia asked.

‘It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, now would it?’ Elias said with a chuckle.

Cordelia’s dark eyes went wide as her father showed her to the room where cortana was kept. For years she’d begged to touch the sword, to practice with it. But the sword wasn’t hers. As heir, it belonged to Alastair. Even if he’d never shown interest in it, even if wielding cortana had been Cordelia’s dream for a long time.

‘I’ve discussed with your brother, and we decided that since you are so attached to cortana, it should be yours,’ her father said. ‘You are worthy of the sword.’

Cordelia picked it up. She’d never trained with it, although she did know the basics of swordplay. With nothing else to do, she’d watched the guards train from a distance and had copied their movements. It felt good in her hands, like it fit perfectly and had always belonged to her.

‘Now, a sword is a great responsibility,’ her father said. ‘Cortana has a sharp edge and a dull edge. You can always choose mercy, and that is what the old kings and queens of Arendelle became known for. Remember that.’

Cordelia nodded. ‘Of course. I will not let anyone harm us, but when I defeat my enemy I will always offer mercy.’

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There was only one other person outside of his family and Tessa’s who knew about Alastair’s powers. It had been an accident, really. Alastair was allowed to go outside onto the palace grounds and practice. Cordelia wasn’t allowed to go there with him, so no one would see if he lost control. It was the only place where he could get some air. But it wasn’t enough, and sometimes the walls of the palace felt suffocating. He longed to get away, to disappear.

So one day, he’d made sure no one saw him and had snuck over the wall. It had been easy, really. He’d built a ladder out of ice. In the summer heat, it would melt and no evidence of his escape would be left behind. He could control the ice inside him when he set his mind to an explicit goal.

Honestly, the problem arose when he felt. Better to freeze his own heart. But he couldn’t help but feel when Father yelled at him, when he drank so much he couldn’t stay awake anymore. It was all his fault, he knew. Father wouldn’t have started drinking if he’d been better, if he had never hurt his sister. But he was a monster and he deserved his father’s anger.

He knew Cordelia hated him. He had accepted it. She would be safe and Alastair would never hurt her again. If that meant she hated him, it would be alright. Tessa had said once he could tell Cordelia about his powers when it was safe again, but Alastair feared it would never be. He had nightmares sometimes and woke up in a snow landscape instead of a bedroom. Sometimes the emotions just became too much.

On the other side of the wall was another forest, and here he could be himself. He would be alone, yes, but Alastair would always be alone. Most of the time he didn’t mind the solitude so much. At least here he wasn’t trapped within those walls.

He just walked, not sure where he was going. He would find his way back to the wall eventually, he told himself. A castle was hard to miss. He didn’t even notice the boy in the woods until he was right behind him.

‘Hello.’

Alastair was startled. He wished he could say he’d responded with some decorum, but that would be a lie. Instead, ice had shot out of his right hand, with which he had been leaning against a tree. He was stuck, frozen against a tree. Great, just his luck.

‘Are you alright?’ the boy asked.

Alastair wished he could have turned around, but his hand was still very much stuck, glove and all. There was only so much the glove did. He still had to control his own emotions. Conceal, don’t feel. He’d broken that rule, and for what?

He finally broke off the chunk of ice from his hand and turned to face the boy. He was around Alastair’s age, with brown hair and hazel eyes. There was a reindeer following him, sniffing Alastair curiously.

‘I’m fine,’ he said between his teeth.

‘Were you born with the powers, or cursed?’ the boy asked curiously.

‘What kind of question is that?’ Alastair bit at him.

‘I’m sorry. That’s what my aunt said is what distinguishes sorcerers. But you don’t have to answer. I just never met someone with magic like yours before. What’s your name?’

Alastair had to think quickly. The boy didn’t recognize him, didn’t know he was the prince. He couldn’t know, because then he would spread his secret and soon the whole kingdom would know the crown prince was a monster with ice in his veins.

‘Esfandiyar,’ he said.

It was his middle name, and a little known fact. It was a name from his mother’s home country, an ancient hero his mother used to tell him stories about. It was one of the few fond memories Alastair had of being young. So much had revolved around his cursed ice.

‘Thomas,’ the boy said, offering his hand. ‘Thomas Lightwood. And this is Sven, my reindeer.’

Alastair smiled weakly, refusing to take the boy’s hand. He knew he had to go home, but he hadn’t spoken to another boy his age in forever. He didn’t want to go.

‘Why are you here in the woods?’ Alastair asked.

‘Oh, I was just on my way home with Sven after delivering my mother’s cakes. I like this part of the woods. I always came here before I was allowed to leave by myself. Why are you here? Is it because of your magic? Are people scared of your ice?’

‘People don’t know,’ Alastair said. ‘And you can’t tell anyone.’

‘I won’t,’ Thomas promised. ‘But your powers seem so awesome. I wish I had powers.’

‘No you don’t,’ Alastair said. ‘No one would want to have ice inside of them. It’s very hard to control, and you can hurt people. Badly.’

Thomas tilted his head. ‘You’re not going to hurt me, are you?’

‘I don’t want to,’ Alastair said. ‘But that does not matter. The ice does what it wants.’

‘I’m not afraid, Esfandiyar,’ Thomas said. ‘That’s a beautiful name, by the way. I wish my name was even half so extraordinary.’

‘I need to go,’ Alastair said, determined.

He would not hurt someone else, he vowed to himself. Conceal, don’t feel. It didn’t matter that Thomas was the first person in years to see him and not be afraid.

‘Will you be here tomorrow?’ Thomas asked. ‘I always take this route after delivering my mother’s cakes. I can meet you around this time every day of the week.’

Against his better judgement, Alastair said yes.

He met Thomas in the woods everyday for nearly two weeks. He didn’t lose control of the ice anymore, not when they were together. Thomas was nice, and liked telling him about his life. He didn’t even seem to mind that Alastair avoided all of his questions. One day, Thomas had baked some extra cakes and shared them with Alastair. It was Alastair’s fifteenth birthday, and although he still hadn’t told Thomas about who he was, he had mentioned that his birthday wouldn’t be celebrated. Cordelia had given up on him a long time ago, and his parents didn’t have the time. It was sweet of Thomas to think of him, the only person who had in years. It was almost better than the cakes themselves. Almost.

‘I really hope my mom won’t find out, but these are the best cakes in the whole world,’ Thomas said. ‘My mother taught me how to make them herself. Well, my cousin Christopher likes the lemon tarts more.’

‘Your parents are both bakers?’ Alastair asked.

‘No, just my mom. My father is on Arendelle’s council, although I don’t think the king listens to him a lot.’

‘Oh, that’s too bad,’ Alastair said.

He wasn’t surprised his father didn’t listen, often he wasn’t even there for meetings. But his mother would, right? She’d always been calmer and gentler than Father. But she wouldn’t go against his father’s wishes.

‘And my uncle Gabriel and aunt Cecily sell ice. They travel to the north mountain and the frozen lakes at winter and cut off ice and transport if back to the city and sell it.’ Thomas smiled. ‘I always wanted to go with them when I’m old enough. But what’s the point of going all the way to the north mountain when you can just conjure ice out of thin air?’

‘Believe it or not, making that journey is probably less dangerous than asking me to supply the world with ice,’ Alastair said.

‘Perhaps,’ Thomas said. ‘But I’m certain there’s a way to control it. I haven’t seen you lose control at all since when we first met and I startled you.’

‘I feel less around you,’ Alastair said. ‘I’m not supposed to feel and at home I do that a lot. But with you, it’s better. I don’t think I feel anything.’

Thomas frowned. ‘Oh,’ he said and Alastair suspected something was wrong.

‘What is it?’

‘I thought you liked spending time with me,’ he said. ‘But now you say you don’t feel anything.’

‘That’s a good thing,’ Alastair insisted. ‘I’m not supposed to feel.’

‘Everyone’s supposed to feel, Esfandiyar,’ Thomas said. ‘If you don’t feel anything when you’re with me… I guess you don’t like my company as much as I thought. Maybe it’s better if I don’t come back.’

Alastair’s eyes went wide. His fingers started tingling. No, no. Conceal, don’t feel. Don’t let it show.

‘No!’ he said. ‘Please. I’m all alone, you’re the only person who understands. You weren’t meant to find out, but you did, and now you’re all I have.’

Thomas looked confused. ‘But that means you did feel something, right? If you truly felt nothing, you wouldn’t care if I left.’

Alastair shook his head. ‘No, when you said you would leave, I did feel. Please stay with me, Thomas. I don’t want to feel. Usually, it’s like a storm and I have to fight to keep the ice inside. You make everything better. With you I don’t feel the storm.’

‘I think you’re a little confused about what it is to feel,’ Thomas said. ‘You know it’s more than sadness and fear, and anger right? Happiness is also feeling. I feel happy when I see you in the woods.’

‘Perhaps that’s it,’ Alastair said. ‘Do you think it’s alright for me to feel happiness? Even if I’m not supposed to feel?’

‘Of course, Esfandiyar. What is the point, if you can never be happy? I have to go home before my mom realizes I’m late. But can I see you again tomorrow?’

‘Always,’ Alastair said.

The last day he met Thomas, the other boy was acting a little shifty. Alastair wasn’t sure what it was. It made him nervous. He knew to expect bad things when people acted like that.

‘Esfandiyar, there’s something I need to tell you,’ Thomas said.

His cheeks were red, and Alastair didn’t think it was from the cold. Alastair waited expectantly, but Thomas didn’t continue.

‘What is it?’ Alastair asked.

‘Well, you see,’ Thomas began, stumbling over his words, but he was not to finish them.

His father came stumbling into the woods, Alastair could tell from his demeanor that he’d been drinking. His fault, he should have stayed in the castle. Of course they’d notice he’d snuck out.

‘Alastair, where have you been?’ the king asked.

Thomas looked at Alastair, and then at the king. ‘Alastair? Oh heaven, you’re the prince, aren’t you?’

Alastair sighed. ‘Esfandiyar is my middle name. I’m sorry Thomas. I shouldn’t have lied to you.’

‘Who are you?’ his father hissed at Thomas, and Alastair hoped Thomas wouldn’t notice his slurred speech, betraying to a trained ear that he was drunk.

‘Thomas Lightwood, your Majesty,’ Thomas said softly. ‘My mother is a baker. My father is Gideon Lightwood, he represents the commoners on your council. I was just on my way home. I swear I didn’t know he was the prince. I am so sorry.’

‘Go home, Lightwood,’ the king said. ‘And do not let me catch you here with my son again, or I’ll have you thrown into the dungeons.’

Thomas took Sven and disappeared. Alastair dreaded what would come next. Father could be unpredictable when he was drunk, dangerous even. Alastair was terrified he would be dragged into the dungeons to those cuffs, or to the sauna.

‘I’m sorry, Father,’ Alastair said softly.

‘What were you thinking,’ his father snapped. ‘You’re a prince, not some peasant boy. How can you risk them finding out?’

‘I’m sorry,’ Alastair repeated. ‘He was nice to me.’

‘He’s a peasant boy, of course he’s nice to you if he thinks it’ll win the prince’s favor,’ Elias said. ‘You must learn these things, or you’ll fall for anyone with even a little bit of charm.’

‘He didn’t know I was a prince,’ Alastair protested.

Elias didn’t even look at him. ‘Of course he did. Everyone in the kingdom knows who you are. He lied to you to bring you into a false sense of security. You’re so naïve, to have believed him. I have sent for someone to come and teach you about ruling a country. It’s about time you learnt to be a proper prince.’

Alastair looked back once more, but Thomas was long gone. Alastair went back to the forest the next day, desperate to hear what Thomas had wanted to tell him, even if it was only once. But Thomas had been nowhere to be found, and Alastair had returned to the palace, defeated. He was all alone.

His father was right, it was time to be a proper prince. He was fifteen now, he was old enough to understand how the kingdom worked. His father couldn’t fulfill his duties anymore, not with his drinking eating away at him and his mother doing everything she could to fill in the gaps. It was time for him to step up.

#Conceal don't feel #Frozen AU #Alastair Carstairs #Cordelia Carstairs #Sona Carstairs #Thomas Lightwood #Lucie Herondale #the last hours #tlh

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RFA boys + saeran helping surrogate MC through pregnancy and meeting her baby

so this is the other interpretation of that request i got. i hope its okay! i wrote this one out side which was really nice for a change. please leave a comment if you enjoyed it

also master list if your into it

Jumin

During the pregnancy

- Since he met you later in your surrogacy he only gets 2 months to help you through your pregnancy

- But he does everything he can

- You get one of those super fancy pregnancy body pillows

- He declines the private nurse though reminding him that every woman ancestor he has gave birth even before private nurses were a thing

- He picks apart the line saying that his great aunt never had children so not every

- You cut him off with a gently kiss before saying “hush I’m pregnant and therefore right”

- He would argue with you but you’re already walking away towards the kitchen where your latest snack craving was hidden away.

Meeting the baby in the waiting room

- He was a tad upset that he couldn’t be with you in the delivery room

- But he understood that your sister and her husband (the parents) took priority over him

- At least he said he did but his grim look and constant foot tapping said otherwise

- “Jumin” your sister called “do you want to see your future nephew?” his heart jumped at that.

- Your sister hadn’t been cold to him certainly but she had always referred to him as your boyfriend despite his proposal.

- He had taken it to mean she did not approve of him but if this child was his future nephew then she must have accepted that you were his future wife

- “yes I would” he said resolutely stepping forward to see the baby in her arms

- He had you and your sisters eye’s (poor baby ain’t got no eyes JK) and red tinted hair from his father but what hit Jumin most was the simple peace of the child

- He had expected fussiness and crying. He had asked around and many people warned him that newborns were fussy even on their best days

- But like you this child had a gentle peace about him a calm and happy light in its bright young eye’s

- “I’d like to see MC” he said abruptly and your sister chuckled stepping aside so he could visit you

- He wrapped you in his arms and murmered low in your ear “you never cease to amaze me my love. Marry me? Not in several months not even in days. Tomorrow. The second your discharged.”

Yoosung

During the pregnancy

- He is trying his absolute best. He knows nothing about pregnancy. So he asks his mom and after calming down her panic she agrees to help.

- By showing up at his house to see and care for MC.

- She insists on cleaning and worries over MC whenever MC tries to help

- Yoosung helps dutifully but you can see a tinge of regret in his eyes when his mother nags him to stop playing lolol

- She’s there for a week cooking and lecturing Yoosung on everything that a pregnant woman need help with (which according to her is EVERYTHING)

- You ask her if she had a hard pregnancy by chance and she admits her pregnancy with Yoosung was very difficult (Yoosung had never known that and listens intently from his place cleaning in the kitchen

- She had pushed herself to hard and ending up going into labor prematurely nearly loosing Yoosung in the process now your crying and Yoosung is rushing to your side his mom hugging you both

- “you are strong MC anyone who can put up with my son must be but dont forget to take care of yourself, and you Yoosung you help her with this and make me proud” his mom semi scolds with a warm smile

Meeting the baby in the waiting room

- Yoosung is sitting in the corner practically bouncing with anxiety

- Zen has his hand on Yoosung’s shoulder and is looking at his watch every five minutes

- He was missing a final for this but he had told his professor that his girlfriend was having a baby so the professor would let him retake it tomorrow

- Technically it wasn’t a lie. It just wasn’t their baby.

- Despite it not being their baby he was still so nervous he thought he might be sick. After hearing his mother’s story, he had researched EVERYTHING that could go wrong (there are a lot of things that could go wrong)

- So when he heard your sister (who had become a familiar presence in his life) call him he nearly jumped out of his skin

- He rushed over to where she stood holding a small bundle of blue blankets

- “you’ll never guess what we named him?” she teased and her small smirked highlighted just how much you two looked alike “MC came up with it, and we thought it was perfect naming him after his uncle”

- Yoosung looked at her confused and lost tilting his head to the side

- “meet Yoosung our baby and maybe someday your official nephew”

- Yoosung turned beet red at that you and he had only been dating for 3 months after all

- And yet through all the nerves he couldn’t find it in himself to dislike the idea in fact he couldn’t stop the wide smile that grew on his face

- “hi mini Yoosung. I’ll do my best to be someone you can look up too okay!”

Saeyoung

during pregnancy

- Look there was A LOT going on during this moment in his life

- Between the agency and mint eye he could barely think straight

- And you were his rock grounding him through it all.

- Vanderwood had never seen a woman 7 months pregnant pick a fight with a cult leader and show no hesitation when looking danger in the face before you

- You were either incredibly brave or just plain stupid considering you were in love with Saeyoung probably a bit of both

- He had to admit though your steadfast level headed nurturing was exactly what Saeyoung and his brother needed

- At every wrong turn and new trouble, you were there cheering Saeyoung on and calming Saeran down (something that amazingly it seemed only you could do)

- Saeyoung was determined to protect you and his brother and you believed in him whole heartedly

- It was only after all the chaos was over and Saeyoung had brought you to his bunker that you finally sat down, sighed and called your sister to tell her you were home

- Saeyoung sat next to you and as soon as you hang up you burst into tears and buried your face in his chest

- He was surprised when you mentioned how worried for him you were

- He pulled you back to look at you disbelievingly before kissing you hard

- After all that nothing could come between you

Meeting the baby in the waiting room

- He stood stock still eye’s darting between the doors to the delivery room and the hallway he led to the psychiatric ward where his brother was

- He wanted to tell his brother that today was the day but everything had been so busy since arriving he didn’t have a chance and now his was stuck unsure of how long it would take.

- Logically he was sure he had enough time since his brother never wanted to see him for very long. They were doing better of course but at most they could only spend 20 to 30 minutes together before Saeran would have an episode and Saeyoung would be ushered away.

- Still he didn’t want to risk being absent when the baby was born and he could see you safe and sound again.

- Your sister had barely stepped through the door before Saeyoung was burying her in questions

- “is MC okay? What about the baby? Is it a boy or a girl? When can I see MC again?”

- Your sister chuckled at that nodding down the bundle of blue blankets in her arms

- “MC’s is okay their helping her clean up now. This is our little boy here and you can see MC as soon as you answer a question for us.” Her gentle voice reminded him so much of yours whenever you tried to soothe Saeran and he nodded urgently. He desperately wanted to see you.

- “will you be the God father luciel?”

- Ice ran through his veins as he froze. Godfather. He couldn’t, there was no way he could with everything he’s done everything he’s caught up in but hadn’t he thought the same about being with you, and about seeing his brother again too

- He looked at the tiny infant, it slept soundly in its mothers arms and he tried to find a reason to dislike the small boy, any reason to say no to the question your sister had just asked. Slowly the baby opened his eyes and he marveled at how clear and innocent they were.

- He’s tremulously nod’s and is suddenly caught up in a gentle hug from your sister and her quiet husband, before being ushered back to meet you.

Zen

During the pregnancy

- Absolutely gives you anything and everything your craving

- Completely quits smoking because what if it hurts the baby (still drinks beer though)

- he lays his head on your belly and talks to the baby telling it how it has the best kindest strongest angel of a mother ever

- surrogate mother you point out and he looks so confused because what’s the difference?

- You explain that the baby isn’t yours in any way except for it growing in your womb. The egg was your sisters so the baby is hers not yours

- He still looks a little confused but takes your word for it after all you would know best

- You and he have A LOT of dinners with your sister and her husband

- He’s still getting used to the whole family dynamic since he hasn’t had it in so long

Meeting the baby in the waiting room

- He is pacing because he does not enjoy sitting still while anxious

- he can’t calm down and he’s angry that they won’t let him in the delivery room with you

- Yoosung touches his shoulder and he turns on him about to snap but stopping himself when he sees its Yoosung and not Jumin

- Yoosung asks him if he wants some water and offers to walk with him to the hospital cafeteria

- They are almost out the door when he hears your sister call for him

- “zen would you like to see the baby?”

- He sprints over to see the little boy and in that moment he vows to teach this child everything he knows

- It may not be his son but he swears to support the kid to the ends of the earth and if the kid ever needs a place to go. Well that’s what uncles should be for.

- The baby grabs at a stray lock of Zen’s hair and its one of the few times Zen lets anyone but you and his hairdresser touch his hair

- Then the baby tugs just a little too much and Zen decided that the no touch rule is completely valid as your sister tuts and untangles the tiny fist

- He still loves this kid though

- Your sisters been talking this whole time but he hasn’t heard a word so she snaps in front of his face to get his attention

- “do you want to see MC”

- “yes” he nearly shouts before speed walking to your room

Saeran

During the pregnancy

- After the chaos of mint eye and looking for his brother he is happy to settle down

- He cooks for you, and of course you and he share so much ice-cream (midnight ice-cream runs because of craving happen almost weekly at first)

- He brushes your hair and tries to wait on you hand and foot until you put that foot down

- You have to give him a serious talk about making his own decisions and choosing things for himself because you don’t want to see him fall back into his mint eye habits

- He nods and starts to give you a little space but he still brushes your hair. Saying he genuinely enjoys it

- You encourage him in his recovery and sit outside while he gardens

- When he gets angry you do what you can to calm him down. People are worried he might hurt you but you have faith in him. (and the self-defense training Jaehee gave you)

- Your sister is admittedly nervous but your unwavering faith bolsters her trust in saeran as well as his trust in himself

- He’ll be the first to admit though he does NOT like the look of discomfort on your face when the baby kicks but he’s learning to keep himself calm and to walk away from things that upset him rather than try to fight them head on

Meeting the baby in the waiting room

- EVERYONE can feel how tense he is

- He’s sitting straight backed with his fists clenched on his knees

- Your sister is honestly a little afraid to take her newborn baby out their despite how sweet he seemed sometimes. It’s the times he didn’t seem sweet that she worried about. Even if you swore up and down he was more than safe

- His head shot up at the sound of the door and he rushed to your sister the second he saw her

- “where’s MC? is she safe? I need to see her NOW?” that last word came out harsher than he meant and Jumin put his hand on Saeran’s shoulder

- “I’m sure MC is fine. Isn’t that right?” he said calmly

- Your sister nodded a little before speaking “MC is fine the nurses are helping her clean up you’ll be allowed back as soon as she’s done I just thought you might want to see the baby since you helped MC through this”

- Saeran swallowed hard, he wasn’t sure he wanted to see the baby. Wasn’t sure if he should see the baby

- But when he locked eyes with the small infant he swore he could see so much of you in its face (or was it your sister? Did it matter? Not to him)

- It was the first time he had actually thought of starting a family with you. later when he is farther into his recovery, when his relationship with his brother is better, when you and he are married maybe.

- When a nurse called for your visitors and he lunged forward baby forgotten you where most important

#mystic messenger #mysme #mm #jumin #jumin han #yoosung #yoosung kim #saeyoung #luciel #seven #707 #zen #hyun ryu #saeran #ray

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cookie-gal · 4 years

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When I saw you're Little Mermaid AU. I instantly followed, because I'm a big fan of Disney and Pokemon, also what about Sleeping Beauty with WaterLilyShipping?

Waterlilyshipping and Sleeping Beauty. I can work with that and I'm trash for waterlilyshipping.

☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

• King Kabu and Queen Melony finally had their first child, Prince Milo (Sorry Gordie, I love you. Maybe next time)

• They wanted a child for the longest time and now that they have one. They are celebrating his birth with the biggest party ever and everyone is invited

• A neighboring kingdom that they are in alliance with had a child around the same time, about a month into the preparation for birthday celebration. It was a little girl named Nessa

• To strengthen their alliance, it was decided that Milo and Nessa are to marry when they are 21 and the betrothal will be announced at the Milo's celebration party

• To no one's suprise, the good fairies arrived to the party to give gifts to Milo. There were 7 good fairies.

• First Great Fairy Opal gave her gift to Milo. The gift of Peace. He will be always be a peaceful person.

• Leon gave Milo his gift next. The gift of Harmony as in Milo will be friends with everything, pokemon, human and creature

• Then Raihan gave his gift, the gift of strength. This boy will be swol.

• Bea's gift to Milo was endurance to go along with his strength

• Peirs' gift was voice. Milo will sing like an angel.

• Marnie's gift was optimism. She thought that was very important and wants this boy to be a sunshine child.

• Bede's gift was intelligence. He wants Milo to be a fast learner

• Then there was Gordie. He struggled for weeks thinking of a gift to give but he couldn't find one.

• "I give you the gift of fashion, no that sounds dumb. The gift of sneezing with his eyes opened, no that's even dumber.." etc etc

• Suddenly, with ominous wind entering the room, Oleana, the evil fairy entered

• Years prior, she was defeated by Kabu and was banished from the kingdoms. But Kabu couldn't kill Oleana since if she dies, Opal dies. They two fairies are twins and their magic is intertwined. Opal said she wouldn't want die until the other fairies, who she sees as her children, are ready to thrive without her help.

• "I am here to give a gift to the brat and you can't stop me." She hovers over Milo, "He's a cutie. It would such a shame if he were to die early."

• "Listen all, and listen well! The prince will indeed grow with peace and beauty. Beloved by all that know him. But before the sunset on his 21st birthday, he will prick his finger on a spindle of a spinning wheel and die!"

• She leaves and chaos breaks out. No one can believe that the prince will die so soon.

• Opal can't undo the spell because since birth the two can't undo each other's spells and the other dairies are too weak to undo the spell.

• Gordie piped in, "I haven't given Milo my gift yet. I know I can't undo Oleana's spell, but I can alter it."

• "Sweet Prince, if through this wicked witch’s trick, a spindle should your finger prick. A ray of hope there still may be in this, the gift I give to thee. Not in death, but in sleep. That's what the prophecy will keep. And from this slumber you shall wake, with true love’s kiss, the spell shall break"

• For safety of their son, Kabu and Melony ordered that all the spinning wheels in the kingdom were destroyed. They could just import flax and make clothes. They got most if their money from exporting foods. Those that had jokes spinning fibers into treads, the couple offered them new jobs.

• But the fear of Oleana kidnapping Milo was still there. The fairies argued for hours over what to do next. Bea suggested fighting Oleana, Bede suggested making a deal with her. Etc.

• Leon made a suggestion, "This is probably the most heart breaking suggestion but it's the only way to secure Milo's safety. Raihan, Piers, Gordie, and I will raise Milo as our nephew away from civilization. We will all go by different names and Milo will be returned to his parents the night of his 21st birthday."

• After discussing this further, Kabu and Melony reluctantly agreed. It was for Milo's safety. When he was 3 years old, The squad took him and went to live in a cottage deep in the Slumbering Weald

• The squad could no longer use their magic and they also had hid their wings which meant they could no longer fly.

• They all went by new names. Leon was now Dande, Raihan was Kibana, Piers was Nerio, Gordie was Morris, and Milo was Percy

• Milo grew into a fine young man. He was handsome, charming, and has the biggest heart. He was basically a sunshine child and a gentle giant.

• It took some time for the fairies to get used to using no magic, but they managed.

• To survive, they would raise wooloo, mareeps, and other pokemon to sell wool and other goods. They also farmed fruits and vegetables to sell. They cared and love each and every pokemon. Milo was never allowed to go and sell the goods with his uncles though.

• Over time, Milo met a young girl that called herself Rurina. She was smart and sassy girl that loved to go out to fish and explore the forest and its lakes.

• They became fast friends and loved each others company.

• Milo showed her all the pokemon he raises, she taught him how to swim and fish. He taught her about vegetables and berries, she taught him about seashells. They would dance together by the lake for fun. Etc.

• Though Milo got bummed out when she would leave before sunset, which mean she couldn't stay for dinner. He couldn't go with her when she invited him to her home to eat dinner because his uncles never let him out of the forest.

• When Milo was about 16, she stopped showing up to the forest which made him super sad

• They secretly had crushes on each other

• Then Milo's 21st birthday. The squad had Milo go out into the forest to pick so many berries that the basket will over flow, just to keep Milo out of the cottage long enough so they can get everything ready.

• The plan was to make Milo a nice prince outfit and a huge birthday cake. But here's the thing, they are bad at making things.

• They usually always bought clothes at the markets once they finished selling their goods.

• The fact that they survived 18 years without magic is a miracle.

• Piers and Raihan tried to make the outfit as they bickered over the color but it looked like a hot mess. Poor Gordie was the model for the outfit. Meanwhile Leon tried to make a 21 layered cake that needed a broom to be held up. They should have had Gordie bake the cake instead of Leon.

• Enough was enough and busted out their magic wands after they closed and barricaded the house so no one can see the magic.

• Round two had better results. Piers made the outfit, Raihan cleaned the house, Gordie made a crown for Milo, and Leon made the beautiful cake, with only 5 layers this time.

• Raihan was bitter over not making the outfit and the outfit was PINK. The outfit for Milo should be BLUE. And a battle over color broke out between Piers and Raihan. Gordie and Leon minded their own business.

• Unfortunately the battle of colors caused magic to seep out from the chimney and a murkrow that was owned by Oleana saw this a reported it to her.

• She had been hunting down Miko for the past 18 years so her curse will come true.

• Meanwhile in the forest, Milo ran into his friend Rurina again after all these years. His heart fluttered because she became even more beautiful than he remembered. They caught up and danced by the lake like when were younger.

• Milo invited her over to the cottage to join him in celebrating his birthday. She agreed and Milo ran off to the cottage because he needs to help with making dinner like usual.

• Milo was greeted by his uncles. They had an amazing outfit in a nice green color (Gordie changed it to Green because he was done with Piers and Raihan fighting) and a delicious cake ready.

• For his birthday his uncles are taking him somewhere special. Milo asked his he can take his friend Rurina with him but his uncles shut the idea down.

• Milo went to his room to sulk. The squad felt bad because Milo was most likely in love with Rurina but he is still betrothed to Nessa.

• Rurina went back to her home. Turns out she was Princess Nessa. She didn't want to go to the celebration of Prince Milo's return. She knows she's betrothed to him, but she never met him. She would much rather spend the day with Percy instead after all she was in love with Percy.

• She told her parents about being in love with Percy but they said no and she went like, "fine, I'm going to his humble birthday celebration anyway" and ran off into the forest again.

• Milo got dressed in the outfit and wore the crown. He felt conflicted. He was super happy and excited to finally leave the forest and see what is beyond it but he didn't want to leave the forest without Rurina.

• On foot, the group left to the castle. Milo was in a dark clock to hid his identity

• At an excluded part of the castle, they accessed the part through secret passages, Milo was to get ready for the surprise his uncles planned. Milo was still conflicted. As his uncles bickered over nothing as usual, he saw green light. He was drawn to it that he wondered off to another part of the castle.

• When the squad realized Milo was missing, they realized it was Oleana's doing. They turned back into fairies and scrambled to find him. "Percy, where are you?"

• At the top of the tower. Milo saw a spinning wheel, he never saw one in his life. Something was drawing him to prick his finger on the needle. He did that and he fell asleep.

• Once the fairies found him, Oleana was there to mock them. "He's your precious prince"

• They couldn't present the prince like this. So they placed him in a bed.

• Oleana watched them in amusement and sneared " You might want to check up on that cottage of yours again"

• Before they left to the cottage, they put the whole kingdom to sleep in order to prevent Kabu and Melony from worrying.

• At the cottage, Nessa arrived to find Milo. She was ambushed and taken to Oleana's castle and was imprisoned.

• The fairy squad ran into the other fairies and caught them up to speed of what had occurred. Opal said they must get Rurina because she must be Milo's true love and they need her to kiss Milo. When they arrived to the cottage, it was trashed and all that was left behind if Rurina was her shell necklace.

• They knew Oleana must has imprisoned her so they made their way to her castle

• Oleana had Nessa chained up and said, "I will let you kiss your Percy, aka your fiance Milo, and break his curse, but I won't do that til 100 years have passed." Nessa cursed at Oleana but she left cackling

• The fairies came in on the scene freed Nessa.

• "So Ririna is actually Nessa and you four didn't know." Opal glared. "We never actually met her. We only got descriptions about her from Milo."

• They caught Nessa up to speed and now they must kill Oleana. Opal said she accepted her death so she's okay with it

• They got Nessa armor, a sword and shield, and a rapidash to help her on her mission.

• Upon arriving to the kingdom's entrance, Oleana casted a spell to have torns and vines grow all over the kingdom to prevent Nessa from entering. She managed to get in but now she must kill Oleana.

• Oleana took the form of a mighty Salamance and Nessa had to fight it. The fairies blessed her sword and shield to be able to kill Oleana. After a long battle, Nessa plunged the sword into Oleana's heart.

• Opal held her heart and collapsed. She was dying. All the fairies cried and she looked at all of them and said how proud she was of them. When her eyes closed, she turned into a bouquet of beautiful and exotic flowers.

• Nessa was then guided up to Milo's tower and kissed him, that was something she always wanted to do. Milo woke up and everyone else in the kingdom too.

• Nessa was super happy she gets to marry her true love Milo aka her Percy and same with Milo.

• The two got married, Milo was reunited with his family, Bede was chosen to step up as the new Great Fairy, Nessa was honored as Oleana's slayer, and they all lived happily ever after.

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boreussia-durmmund · 6 years

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Hearts don’t break around here- part 7

A/N: So well the last part kind of flopped? Like guys just tell me if you want to be off the taglist and if you are reading it, please do me the favour and like it. It means a lot to me. Still I hope you like this.

Epilogue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

In this one-horse town, I wanna stay right here

The next weeks passed fast. Roman was enjoying the night life of Ibiza while Lou was training hard for the CHIO in Aachen. Nevertheless she couldn't keep her mind away from the wedding. It stressed her out more than the tournament could. The CHIO was happeining every year and if she fucked it up, there would be chances to do better in the next years. In contrast to her wedding with Roman where she only had once chance to make it as amazing as possible because she didn't belive there would ever be a second wedding for her. It was Roman or no one, Lou knew it.

Still she got through the tournament quite succesfully, making it to the 2nd place and on Sunday they made their way from Aachen to her hometown close to Freiburg.

They arrived in the late afternoon and it took them a little longer to unload the horses and all their stuff so it was time for dinner once they finished. Dinner was as big of a mess as it has alaways been. With her grandmas, her parents, uncles and aunts,brothers, cousins and their partners, her nieces and nephews, Louisa and Roman it were so many people around it was super noisy even though they were eating outside. And tomorrow and especially on Tuesday there would be even more people.

That's why Lou made a mental note to herself to appreciate the silence tonight before they would go to sleep . However she was happy that Roman seemed to enjoy the time they spent with her family. When she got home him and her cousins were in the middle of a volleyball match and Roman seemed to love the sporty traits of her family and how there was always something going on at her home as he was a rather active person himself.

While having dinner and after it they were talking about the wedding, the CHIO, what they had been doing together and what they needed to do tomorrow.

Tomorrow was the before their big day and Karin and Martin would come to visit them in their morning before they would drive to Müsningen in the afternoon to do a small rehearsal at chruch so nothing could possibly go wrong. After that Louisa and her parents would drive back home while Roman would stay with his parents and then it was about going to sleep early so they could look as beautiful as possible. Although Lou was sure they would marry each other even with dark circles around their eyes.

But before there was any chance of this happening Roman still had to fulfill Lou her very special but cute wish. That's she Lou excused both of them from the dinner table just before 8 pm.

“Stay on top!”

“Lou, don't take it too hard on him.”

And some similar things were shouted after them by her cousins but while Lou just laughed at it because this was exactly what her boys were like, Roman seemed a little unsure. So far Lou decided not to ask him about it, afraid she might be misinterpreting something and he might just be tired.

“Okay, you put on long comfortable pants and a shirt you would do sports in. I promise you will get sweaty. And I prepare Ella and we meet up at the little, children riding hall.” Lou suggested smiling up at him.

Roman still looked a little confusedly at her so she went on.

“You know where this is?”

Roman shook his head .

“You go out of the front door here and then to the right and walk until you are at the last building and that it is.” “Okay. Meet ya there.” he stated looking a little more self-confidently at her now and then pressing a short kiss to her cheek.

Louisa walked the way she had just described to him fastly and got herself a coarse rubbing brush to take care of Ella at first. Originally she had planned to have Roman do this but that was when she thought they would be home earlier and she was sure there would be other opportunities to shim him how it was done. Thankfully someone had already taken care of most of the dirt on her earlier, so Louisa just needed to do it superficially before Roman arrived. But at least she had the time to get a halter for Ella and two helmets from which Roman could pick the one that would fit better.

It didn't take Roman long to walk into the stable so Louisa hadn't finished preparing Ella completely but Roman waited patiently in front of the box while she put the halter onto the horse.

“This is Ella, say hi, Roman.” Lou said opening the box to walk out, Ella's halter in her hand.

“Hello, Ella.” Roman replied sounding a little intimated.

Even now he was standing two meters away from the horse just like he didn't want to get to close to her.

“Baby, calm down.” she encouraged him “Ella is a pure sweetheart. She is used to absolute beginners like you . Usually preschool kids ride on her back. Go ahead and pet her a bit.”

“I'm just afraid of doing things wrong and that you will laugh about me.” he explained but took some steps towards Lou and Ella's head.

Lou smiled brightly and even giggled a bit about his statement.

“See! Just like that!” Roman complained.

“Roman, come on. You're gonna do things wrong and I will probably laugh but it's okay. No real judgement here. You have no experience with horses so you have to learn. I'm not going to judge you , okay?

I really want you to try this, so please do it for me?” she begged using her puppy eyes on him.

It worked like it always did. Her puppy eyes really did it and always made him weak within seconds, there was barely a chance for him to say no when she used them but Louisa rarely did it. Roman's face was soft when he answered her.

“Only if I get a kiss.”

“One now and later as many as you wish.” she replied before leaning in.

The kiss was rather short and gentle because Louisa really wanted to get him up on that horse.

“Now you take the halter and walk with her to the entrance of the riding hall while I'll get you a beginner's saddle and the lunge line.” Roman looked over at her baffled when she held the halter in front of him.

“You really want me to walk her there alone?” he asked shocked.

“Yeah, it's like 50 meters? And I told you she is an absolute sweetheart, sometimes she is a little lame but she won't misbehave, I promise.”

He still didn't seem to be convinced by it but he nodded and then Lou turned around to get the stuff they still needed.

Half a minute passed and when Lou was in front of the room where they kept the saddles she turned around and looked back because she hadn't heard either of the two moving.

“She's not moving!” Roman complained.

“Well, pull her a little.” Lou suggested and Roman followed his order which lead to Ella starting to walk slowly.

“Just like that, show some dominance. Usually you don't have a problem with that.” She shouted back at him while making her way into the room and searching for the saddle.

“Usually I only have to show it to you and I am way more experienced at this.”

Lou just laughed but left it uncommented. Within a minute she got the saddle and the lunge line before walking to the riding hall. She told Roman to hold Ella while she put the saddle on her and prepared everything for his first riding lesson to start. Slowly he seemed to warm up with her standing close to her and petting her which she definitely enjoyed. Roman put a helmet on and they made their way into the riding hall.

“Okay, see theses little stairs? You walk them up and then you put your right foot in the stirrup and swing over the horse to sit down.” she explained as exactly as possible while Roman listened carefully.

“Alright.” Roman did as he was told and Lou had Ella standing where she needed to stand so he could get up onto her. It worked out better than Lou expected it to. Roman was a muscle man after all and these muscles seemed to be enough to get up on the back of a horse.

“See, this was easy wasn't it?” she asked and he smiled at her.

“Easier than I thought it would be.” he replied smiling back shyly at her.

“Okay, then let's get started.” “We're not gonna galopp, right?” “Hell no. You're an absolute beginner, at least 3 or 4 lessons until I would have you galopp. At first we're gonna do a warm up.” “Warm up?” Roman wanted to know.

“For the horse, they need warm ups just like you do before you do sports.”

“So they don't get hurt?” “Exactly.” Lou confrimed his idea.

She was holding the lunge line and was standing about 8 meters away from Roman and she made Ella slowly take one step forward after the other.

“How are you doing?” she asked Roman after half a minute.

She had been watching his motions and was able to tell that he was at least not used to this feeling and didn't expect it to be like this.

“It feels...unsteady? Shakily?” Lou had to hold a back a laughter. They weren't even in a slow jog trot yet and Roman was feeling unsteady on the horse. Not like she expected it any other way but still it proved her right.

“Well, it's mostly because you don't have the right posture, Roman.

Your heels go down as far as possible, push your knees into the saddle, hold your head high, don't look down and hold onto the saddle with your hands.” she ordered strictly.

It took Roman a few seconds to fullfill her orders but then it didn't take long until his expressions seemed more relaxed.

“Better?” she wanted to know.

“Definitely.” he answered but was looking down at the horse again.

“Head high, don't look down. You'll find out soon eonugh if the horse is gone.” Louisa winked at him arrogantly.

“You're enjoying this way too much, princess.” Roman commented “There will be payback time.” “Maybe, but right now I'm your trainer so behave and do as you are told!”

Her smile was extremely big because she really did enjoy this. Somehow this was her payback time for all the time during which Roman didn't understand that riding was indeed a serious, hard sports and not just sitting around on a horse.

“Okay, now can you feel the rhythm of her steps?” “I guess, yeah?” he said nodding at her slightly.

“That's good. Heels down.” she reminded him when she saw his heels getting a little too high “Now you try to get up in the rhythm of either one or three steps.” she eplained though she was very sure that wouldn't work out nearly as well as she wanted it to.

“Getting up?” he asked slightly shocked.

“Yeah, come on you have seen me do it. Just get your ass up from the saddle by using your legs. The stirrups give you the support you need.” Roman blinked twice and then tried it out. It definitely looked like he was doing it for the first time but at least he got his ass up from the saddle. “This needs some practice so again and again and again.” she requested.

Everytime he tried it, he got a bit better. Nevertheless Lou had to remind him of his posture every second try but she patiently waited until he seemed to know what he was doing. It took them almost ten minutes till Lou was sure they could speed up a bit.

“Okay, it's looking quite okay. We're gonna try to do it in jog trot now. It's just a little faster but your motions should be the same as before.”

Lou didn't wait for his consent and just made Ella go faster before looking up at Roman. He seemed a little stressed out and confused on how to do it, still he tried to keep up to what she told him. Nonetheless his posture was bad after a few moments.

“Baby, heels down, knees in, back straight, head high and smile! Riding is fun!” she teased him a bit more than slightly.

“Lick me!” Roman reacted just as she thought he would.

By now he seemed a little out of breath and the sweat from his armpits had reched half way down his shirt. “Baby, behave and I might do it in a few days.” she promised.

They went on like this for another 20 minutes. From time to time she would let them go back into riding in walk just to speed up after a short break.

Slowly but surely Roman improved and seemed a little steadier on the horse. It was easy to see that he trusted Ella a bit more with each passing second. Somewhen in between Lou recorded a video and of course put it up on instagram because no one should miss out on this.

Finally she had mercy on him and after about 40 minutes Roman got out of the stirrups and swinged off of Ella.

“Maybe you should train more, huh?” Lou asked pointing to his shirt which was almost completely soaked in sweat.

“Honestly, girl I love you, but right now fuck you!” he answered his breath still going faster than it would normally go.

Lou just laughed and patted his shoulder a little before caressing Ella. She had been a good girl like always. Taking it easy on Roman and helping him learn while Lou was a teacher that enjoyed his struggling a bit too much.

“So final opinion on ridng?” she wanted to know when Roman didn't talk. “You have my highest respect.” he said really seriously now looking Louisa deep in the eyes

“Finally, Roman, finally.” “I didn't think it would be this hard!” he stated wiping the sweat from his forehead.

“It gets easier after a while but tomorrow, I bet my beautiful ass, that your muscles will be sore.” Roman nodded understandingly.

“I feel like it. My debt is settled now, though?”

Lou smiled for a short moment.

“Yes, it is. I am more than ready to marry you in two days.”

Roman smiled at her in relief.

“Music to my ears. Can I get a kiss, princess?”

“Hell no. You go and take a shower while I bring Ella back into her box then we can meet up for cuddles and kisses.” she explained because she had no urge of touching or hugging completely in sweat soaked Roman.

She loved him, she really did, more than she ever thought she would but she didn't like his sweat anyway.

“A shower sounds good, meet you later.” he just answered before slowly trotting away.

Lou turned her attention to Ella who honestly seemed exhausted as well.. It was late for her and she really deserved a good nights sleep.That's why Lou pulled her on the halter back into the direction of her box.

“Roman!” She shouted after him when she remembered something she wanted to ask him.

“Yeah?” he was only standing about ten metres away from her.

Apparently the riding had casted him a lot of energy so he wasn't in the mood to go nay faster than needed.

“You're not going up on a horse again, are you?” she wanted to know.

“Not during my professional footballer career, but later I guess that would be possible.” he told her after thinking about the question for a second.

“You know I'm gonna make you regret saying this when the time comes around?” “I wouldn't want it any other way.”

@iuliaaa21 @buerking38 @pichitaasensio @be-your-own-anchorx @imaweirdobutyoulikeit @carlaimberlain @ednamor @geekyyears9 @team-erikdurm @avril-rush-goose @degea-drama-llama @hopelessdreamer11

#roman bürki imagine #roman bürki fanfiction #lou and roman #hearts don't break around here

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im-fairly-whitty · 6 years

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MANY PEOPLE TAGGING ME

Here’s the results:

@upperstories

If you could have any kind of pet with the means to care for it properly, what would it be?

SNOW LEOPARD. Or red panda? Both? (This is also assuming that it would be legal and they would be unrealistically okay with being cuddled.)

Favorite time of day/night?

I am super productive from like 9:30pm-2pm, but if I do it too much then I crash. :P

Favorite color palette

Gentle but strong greens and blues and browns

Are you a swimmer or a sand-castle sculptor?

A play in the surf where my feet still touch-er

If you ever got to meet your hero(ine) what would you talk about?

Me and my mom talk about all kinds of stuff. :)

Clearance Aisle or Thrift Store?

Thrift store has hidden gems, clearance isle is only unwanted debris

If you had enough money for the house if your dreams, where would you live and why?

TWO HOUSES. One here in the desert cause I hate bugs and love my family, one in London because ITS LONDON.

It’s raining like crazy outside. How does that affect your mood?

I feel super chill and happy, excited if it’s thundering, but I’ve noticed that I unconsciously get unproductive and down if it lasts too long. I need the sun apparently.

Would you rather go on an adventure by yourself and make new friends on the way, or depart on an adventure with the friends you now have?

I always take friends, strangers are scary.

Favorite sound?

Genuinely excited praise. Or half asleep sighs, people or animals, it’s both adorable and contented.

Would you rather journey to the very bottom of the ocean or to outer space?

NEITHER BECAUSE BOTH ARE TERRIBLE AND NOT MEANT TO HAVE HUMANS.

@calliopesquill

1. What do you wish more people knew about you?

That even though I get tired and don’t like being at social events I still appretiate their kindness

2. What place or thing in the world would you most like to see?

New York someday

3. When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?

Zookeeper, I have WAY too much animal knowledge I never use back from my kidlet days

4. What is a style of piece of clothing that you think you look silly in?

Anything with flowy frills or lace :P

5. What would your alebrije be? (Yes, you can pick more than one!)

A big old fox dog, something like a maned wolf, his name is Cisco.

6. What movie are you most looking forward to this year?

Incredibles 2 looks pretty cool

7. What is your favourite thing to cook?

I don’t like cooking, it takes way too much time from things I’d rather be doing, but if I’m doing it with a friend I’m down for whatever. I prefer savory dishes.

8. What is one skill you would like to learn?

Martial arts/gymnastics, I’m too lazy to learn though, I just wish I had it

9. What book do you think everyone should read?

Pride and Prejudice

10. What is your Hogwarts house?

Ravenclaw

11. If you could dress like/make a costume of any character, who would it be?

Ernesto, with all the gold trimmings and the super fancy limited edition skull guitar

@heyheyitsjuju

What fictional place would you most like to go and why?

The “inbetween place” in the world traveling forest in The Magician’s Nephew sounds like the ideal place to go have a truly restorative nap, maybe get some work done if I could remember who I was after waking up.

When was the last time you climbed a tree?

Huh, I have no idea

Do you ever people-watch? If so, what’s the most memorable person you’ve seen?

Yes! Oh geez, too much to remember one thing, one time I saw a guy hauling in a twelve foot swordfish from his boat and that was pretty cool.

What kind of art do you enjoy most?

Super expressive character linework

What’s your favorite holiday?

Christmas

What’s one thing you want to accomplish before you die?

See my grandkids happy and well-adjusted citizens who accomplish their dreams

What’s the best and worst thing about getting older?

Best thing is realizing how much more chill and capable I am, worst is not being able to go back and appreciate how clueless and simple everything was when I was five

If you were the last person on earth, what would you do?

Cry. Take a nap. DRIVE A REALLY NICE STOLEN CAR AS FAST AS I COULD ACROSS NORTH AMERICA WITH ONLY EMPTY HIGHWAYS ALL AROUND ME JUST FOR THE SICK THRILL. If/when I died in a car wreck I wouldn’t even be mad.

What did you think you would grow out of but haven’t?

My brown pajama pants

What is the luckiest thing that has happened to you?

Being born to the coolest and most level-headed parents in the world

What would you say is your best quirk?

Being able to “get in the zone” and whip out pretty amazing stuff if my head’s in the game

@sharpace

1. How do you like being tagged again?

Nooo

2. How do you like being tagged again?

Stop it

3. How do you like answering the same question twice?

Stoooop

4. Tag tag tag tag

S T A H P

#question game #thanks for the tags :)

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fuckyeahnightmares · 6 years

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It was Always Heavy

Anonymous Submitted:

I’d prefer if this was kept anonymous

I suppose this is less one story and more a collection of experiences I had from the time I was about 5 until I was around 16 or 17. Now, I’d had weird things happen to me before the age of five including seeing my great aunt…the night after they buried her, but I’ll share that story in another submission. This one is specifically for thing that happened once we moved into the house I spent most of my life in.

I live in Pennsylvania, particularly in the city where the country was born. The house had always felt…off. It had windows in every room and lots of light but it felt dark and heavy and one of my earliest memories was right after we moved in. The house was pretty open from the living room to the dining room but to get to the breakfast room and kitchen you had to go through an archway. You could see into the archway clearly when laying on one of the couches and I’d often lay there. I vividly remember watching a grey figure walk from one side of the arch to the other, disappearing behind the wall only to reappear. It always seemed like pacing, sort of like an animal at the zoo.

It wasn’t long after that that I refused to lay or sit anywhere that faced that archway. Even by the time I was 10 when I had convinced myself that it was my imagination, it always felt like something was waiting in that darkness, so I avoided it at all costs up until the day we moved out. Now, I’m not the only one who saw something there. We had this little old dog for the first 6 years we lived there. He was gentle. Hardly ever barked, really just liked to sleep. He would growl into the kitchen or up the steps then look back at us before growling again. He’d never done anything like that in our old house. He passed away when I was 11 and when we got a new dog, he did the same thing, except he would full on bark like he was trying to scare something.

There was also the time that me and my older sister had just gotten home from school and were setting our backpacks down when our stereo system’s speakers cracked on and all we heard was ‘GET OUT’ and we did. We ran to our grandmother’s house. This wouldn’t have been a big deal if our stereo system hadn’t been unplugged for so long.

I suppose most of the activity outside of the oppressive feeling, and the kitchen centered in the bedroom on the second floor, in the back of the house (oddly enough it would be directly above our kitchen which is odd). It started with small things, the radios (no matter how new it was or where it was plugged in) would turn on by themselves. There was a point where my oldest sister moved out and so my parents made the room bigger and put hardwood floors in for my other sister. And of course (like any little sister) I would go in there to use her computer, and you could hear someone creak the floor when no one was there.

For awhile everything did stop. No heavy feelings, no scary feeling in the kitchen. This was about the time my sister was pregnant with my nephew and during that time she was living in the back room and opened her eyes to see what she swore was our cousin who had died in 1997 (this was in 2010) sitting in her room, as if he was watching over her. And I truly believe that he was for those few months and that’s why it felt different for awhile. Of course that didn’t last.

She moved out, and I moved into the back room. One of the first nights I was in there I was recovering from a surgery so, honestly I was frozen in my bed because I needed help to get up. Well as I’m laying there wide awake, watching TV I get the unmistakeable feeling of someone just slowly climbing into bed with me. I can feel the dip in the mattress the way the covers pulled. And all I could do was close my eyes and pray it would just go away.

Another time I woke up, and it was daylight, my bed faced two widows, and so the area was well lit. Well all I saw was they grey, shadowy thing from my childhood standing at the foot of my bed and I froze. I didn’t even think to close my eyes immediately and when I did I felt like it was there. I could feel it watching me.

And of course there were small things that happened all the times, footsteps, doors closing, cold spots. Nothing earth shattering but creepy nonetheless. The last distinct occurrence I recall happened when we were getting ready to move out. I was packing up my room but still had my bookshelf pretty full. Now I have to this day a plus stork with a bear that plays silent night. Having a birthday around Christmas it was given to me as an baby and I’ve just always sat it out on a shelf. It has a wind up key that makes it play the song and sway. I hadn’t touched it in a long while.

All of a sudden that really heavy feeling just intensified a bit and the stork started to play really, really slowly. I slept in my mom’s room that night and we moved out for different reasons a week later.

Now I know that the rules say to only submit one story but I feel like understanding that so many things happened to me for over 12 years is important because in those 12 years, I never said a word of it to anyone. Of course my sister who shared experiences but never my mother or my father. And yet last night my mother turned to me out of the blue and said “You know our old house was haunted, right?”

FYNK James: 7/10 The part about the bed and the grey figure was especially creepy. I also really liked the part where the demon in your speakers comes in hot with a movie recommendation. I hope you send that story you mentioned and thanks for sharing the scares!

#tag yourself #i'm the mom who waits decades to mention the house is haunted #paranormal #creepy #haunted house #ghost #unexplained #grey #figure #hallway #tv #get out #pennsylvania #more like translyvania!#don't read that last tag #mod james #7 #7/10

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careerandmoneystoryteller · 7 years

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Future Projects Freestyle Story

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Future Projects Freestyle Story

23 year old Mya Red is thrilled at the successful day she has had at work working at the Navy Lodge near the Norfolk Virginia naval base. Mya has had a fun day because after she got off work around 3 both her and close 43 year old friend named Bridget Douglas went together to a Cher concert. Mya Red hops in the shower as the song What I Like About You by the Romantics comes on. Mya Red thinks that it is a good thing that it is just her that lives in her one bedroom apartment that is less than 3 miles from the Norfolk Virginia Naval Base. This is because it is 1130 pm and she knows that her husband 35 year old Avery Red is about to go to drive home after working a late shift at Carmax in Virgnia Beach Virginia and he tells her that two of his friends from the Washington D.C. area want to come by next week and visit. M

Mya Red is guilty to have jumped out of the shower, thrown her bathrobe on and simply sat on the edge of her bed as her husband called in order to avoid keeping him waiting. Besides she has 2 seven year old twins that are about to be dropped off at her apartment soon as one of her sisters took them to the movies as her two twin boys Brett and Kai are close to their cousins. Mya Red was never close to any of her cousins growing up and she was determined to avoid repeating the mistake with her own twins and nieces and nephews. As soon as Mya Red, gets done with talking to Avery she notices that she is now sitting in a bright white and peach table while some type of graduation party is taking place.

Mya Red knew that she wasn’t in Virginia but figured out that she must have went to sleep by accident as some of the guests congregating at this party looked like a who’s who from either the San Diego Comic Con or various humans and other type of beings at one of the bar settings in a Star Wars film. Just then, a woman who told Mya Red to call her Gail and resembling Charlize Theron with a platinum bob hairstyle admitted to Mya Red that she summoned her to this party as an answer to her prayers for greater wisdom and ideas for how she can move closer to living in alignment with her life purpose destiny. Gail tugs at Mya Red’s shoulder to focus because Mya Red was momentarily distracted by the song Love Rollercoaster by Red Hot Chili Peppers being fashioned into a gigantic Roller Coaster building that she somehow intuitively knew was 8 miles high and 3 miles long, a pink and peach building. Gail telepathically reads Mya Red’s thoughts long enough to briefly tell her that she is in the year 3475 in an astral realm of a world that is frequented by both living writers and visited by writers who already passed on as the building she is looking at offers classes to visitors in both creative and fantasy writing with fiction and mystical slants.

Gail goes to explain to Mya I want to tell you more but your main male spirit guide who also loves your husband Avery gently advised me to avoid telling you on this visit and to encourage you to make the time to travel there on your own in the future. 5 seconds later, Gail lays some cards on the party table for Mya that she tells her to pick up from the table. Mya does as requested as she intuitively senses that Gail is only trying to help as right as she picks up the gold and white cards they fly up in the air hovering a foot above the table long enough for Mya to read the following;

Moderate internet exposure

Intent around making up mind where to live

Write andor communicate with celestial ally team daily and celestial/heavenly higher self

Regardless of external perceptions, looking into what you did right in the past to bring it into the future, this is understood by some of the most successful people who have now passed on. However, this statement must be emphasized because a multitude of well meaning spiritual gurus try to preach the opposite while overlooking that there are a wide number of people on earth who unintentionally ran away from their career futures and have to look back at the past in order to make peace with and become a part of that destiny again even in another form.

It is actually fine to pray to the universe for helping in seeking out destiny/life purpose as well as to grow wisdom because each person, regardless of their fame or obscurity has a wellspring of knowledge and karmic destiny to draw from with enough persistence to ask heaven for help and to use discernment when reaching out to the most benevolent and well intended people who would provide help, advice, andor guidance towards these goals.

9 seconds later, Mya Red feels a gentle tug on her shoulder as her husband Avery came home and is playfully wrestling her. Avery explains that it is ok if she went to sleep for a little bit because this gave him time to talk to some of his friends on the phone and tuck their twins into bed.

Resources

http://www.fantasynamegenerators.com/stage-names.php#.WTqvpOvyucw

Affirmations

I mark a new beginning in the book of my life and wisely use the free time I have been giving to rest and tune even deeper into various aspects of my life-spiritual, athletic goals such as walking more, balancing my writing time with some online courses I have enrolled in etc.

I am in the process of becoming more cool,level-headed, and wise when it comes to how I conduct myself around my current work colleagues and future coworkers as I am now logically and intuitively aware that some of them may follow me to where I may reside within 7 years from now or less regardless if I am a private sector andor a government/military worker/employee.

I am well provided for. I live in an abundant universe.

Resources and Affirmations

My psychic abilities expand each day.

I am creating heaven on earth.

I Call Upon What I Imagine To Be The Influence of Benevolent Spirits From the Heavenly Realms, my higher self, and my celestial spirit ally team for creativity in both my writings and all other areas of my life both present and future

What I Like About You Song by the Romantics

Love and Understanding by Cher

The following are article and resources that I was thinking about using but decided to intuitively avoid using for today’s freestyle script and story and save for potential andor future references

I preface this comment by admitting from the get-go that my comment may be biased as I am a survivor of being raped as a child around the time I was around 5 or 6 years old. However, the difference was that my biological mother was the one who actually gave me to the rapist knowing what was about to happen. I only realized that this was not my fault until after my late adoptive mother took me in around the time I was 7 years old and helped me see that this was not normal for mothers to do. As a result, it will be nearly impossible for me to be an unbiased juror if they were making selections for child rape cases. However, I am glad that the North Carolina mom alerted authorities right away to shield her daughter from further harm. If Brentley Jason Breyers is confirmed guilty then he needs to stay behind bars for life at a minimum without any chance of parole. A man that would harm a seven year old like that would most likely harm another child if given the chance during his current lifetime and so he must be kept away from any further children if he somehow slipped through the cracks and was paroled. I do believe that some of the potential jury people that preside on Brently Jason Breyers case needs to be biological parents who care for their kids andor adoptive parents, at least part of the jury pool in order to increase the chances that Breyers gets a punishment that is fit for the violence that he inflicted on a seven year old child’s soul. That seven year old girl will never be the same even if she gets the help she needs and if Breyers is found to have raped this girl then he must definitely be held accountable for what he did.

Mother comes home to find child covered in blood and saying she was sexually abused

https://www.yahoo.com/news/mother-comes-home-child-covered-141000685.html

As a woman who has enjoyed living in the Washington D.C. area since May 2010 along with my husband who also likes living in the Washington D.C. area (since June 2010) I have turned to multiple Washington D.C. area media sources such as Washingtonian magazine, Washington Post etc. I have been an online digital subscriber to the Washington Post (Sunday delivery edition) and I intend to reactive my subscription by this September or sooner. I notice that the Washington Post is popular to the point where I have an online digital subscription to the Virginian Pilot and they have a built in online digital option of subscribing to the Washington Post for certain subscribers of the Virginian Pilot. My point, even with President Donald Trump’s influence and fame, his actually referencing the Washington Post, whether positive or negative, actually benefits the Washington Post in further popularity. I reluctantly admit this yet even I can see it is partially because of Trump referencing them frequently from what is mentioned in this article. My point; as someone who has subscribed to the Washington Post before there are actually a multitude of informative articles that the Washington Post puts out and I have looked at articles from both Washington Post and the Washington Times to broaden my understanding of how various situations are viewed politically. My point-obviously Trump is allowed to say whatever he wants about Jeff Bezos of Amazon and Washington Post. However, Trump’s mere referencing of them whether positive or negative actually helps Washington Post’s popularity (coming from a woman who keeps an open to looking at both articles from the Washington Post, Washington Times, having an active online digital subscription of the Los Angeles Times, and having an online active digital subscription of the Virginian Pilot) .

Donald Trump thinks Jeff Bezos is his biggest threat

https://finance.yahoo.com/news/donald-trump-thinks-amazon-ceo-jeff-bezos-biggest-threat-163316905.html

I have purchased magazines from Forbes before and there was a time in my life where I use to visit the Forbes website multiple times and so I am coming from a place of seeing the good in Forbes magazine when I comment on this yet I must say this; Forbes put out an informative list of jobs as I see even jobs such as nuclear power reactors and air traffic controllers have employment equivalents in the U.S. Navy. However, this is partially my point; Forbes has a list of good jobs it is just that these also look like jobs that may require some career experience. No, I did not work in the job fields available on the enlisted side in the navy that are equivalent to the nuclear power reactors as even I have some awareness of where I would be over-reaching. I chose to cross over to naval supply by June 2002 and passed up an opportunity to work in the intelligence field when an E-6 Intelligence Specialist came from the heart around 2001 to try to get me to consider a career field as an Intelligence Specialist, a decision that has cost me even to this day (not taking the E-6 Intelligence Specialist’s offer to mentor me towards working as an intelligence specialist) as obtaining supply jobs even in the Washington D.C. area are highly competitive. I have tried to be down to earth by simply trying to increase my income by aiming to stay at my current job while trying to pick up a related second job. However, the hiring manager affiliated with the related job interview for me to try for a second job seemed naturally conflicted about choosing me (I could see it on his face) when he sensed that I was hesitant to voluntarily leave my current job for his job and instead have his job as a second job if he selected me. In his defense, he was polite to me and willing to give someone a chance even if their experience was limited but I could sense that he wants either someone who is willing to voluntarily leave their job for his job andor someone who is looking for a job and is willing to step into that job with complete flexibility. My point-even when I listened to others by setting my sights on a practical level as advised by others I either run into an employer who is open-minded in giving someone the job just not as a second job andor an employer who prefers someone with either the experience andor prestigious career success. As a result, short of me trying to get a job overseas, I feel like the only other options are for me to look into further schooling and volunteering to make myself more competitive. In Forbes magazine defense I notice that they are doing their best to write articles that are tailored to both hiring managers and separate articles for job seekers. However, media articles are still scarce on job search catch 22’s-trying to get the jobs available that are at least open to job seekers without the experience and education but require the prestige of career success andor willingness to be discreet about side hustle andor second job aspirations andor jobs where you do not have to hide aspirations for doing a legal side hustle andor second job but require experience. I realize that I only have myself to blame for this catch 22 that I unintentionally created as no one held a gun to my head and forced me to voluntarily leave a financially comfortable career in the U.S. Navy back in 2009 making at least 3 grand a month after taxes for career uncertainty. Additionally, I keep getting intuitive and logical promptings to consider applying to supply jobs in overseas federal job billets in either Africa, Europe, Asia etc. but I feel conflicted about following through with relocating overseas deep down partially because I see how content my husband is and I’m already aware from previous experience that a long distance marriage for greater financial security has both potential financial payoffs but also challenges to my marriage even with me being voluntarily child-free (I have nothing against parents or kids I am just describing my career profile that justifies at least my ability to relocate overseas if I ever took concrete action to do so). My point; Forbes has done both a well-meaning and good job with these article of jobs that do not require a 4 year college degree but even a woman like me knows that for most of these jobs the hiring manager will only give you the time of the day if your experience at least somewhat matches these jobs. I reluctantly accept that I might die before completely paying off my student loans but I am more at peace and accepting of that reality now as compared to not being as accepting of that potential reality back in May 17, 2017. However, this does not stop me from still trying to do what I have to career wise to repay my student loans by 2035 or sooner (which is why this article reminds me why I must comb through the volunteer opportunity kindlebook that I purchased through Amazon within the next 26 hours or less of posting this comment).

The Best-Paying U.S. Jobs Requiring No Bachelor Degree [Infographic]

https://www.forbes.com/sites/niallmccarthy/2017/07/25/the-best-paying-u-s-jobs-requiring-no-bachelor-degree-infographic/#89ebce129018

Resources

volunteer opportunities

Read Bruce Lee's Inspiring Letter to Himself

bruce lee letter template

by Blog Author on Mon, Mar 18, 2013

https://www.dramafever.com/news/bruce-lees-definite-chief-aim-will-inspire-you/

https://us-keepexploring.canada.travel/#WhereToGo

Canada Travel Website

Together song by the Pet Shop Boys

My psychic abilities expand each day.

I am creating heaven on earth.

Even as a mixed race woman, it is hard for me to comment on articles such as this because there is always a risk that you might offend andor hurt someone even if you did not intend to do so. Additionally, I have four family members who have children with at least partial African American ancestry or greater and so I want to be especially careful about what I say in case any of them look up andor see what I write online when they are older. However, I must share this; from the time I was 7 until I was 19 years old from the part of 1988 to June 2000 (with the exception of part of 1997 and part of 1998) I lived in Calumet City Illinois which is an area that was over 85 percent African American and many of the Caucasian women that I saw sporting what would be considered “ethnic” hairstyles were doing so from what I can tell as a show of respect andor admiration of African American culture. What this has to do with the article of Ice T’s wife Coco is that I truly think that she probably admires the way she has seen some women of color wear braids and I think that Coco was probably just rocking this style as a show of respect and admiration to Black female culture.

Ice-T Addresses Allegations of Wife Coco’s ‘Cultural Appropriation’

By Cindy Arboleda

https://www.yahoo.com/beauty/ice-t-addresses-allegations-wife-cocos-cultural-appropriation-192942521.html

https://www.visitnorfolk.com/articles/post/where-to-find-live-music-norfolk/

Welcome to the Hotel Californian

http://robbreport.com/travel/hotels/welcome-to-the-hotel-californian-2724096/

Map: Where to Find the Best Inexpensive Restaurants in the DC Area

https://www.washingtonian.com/2017/07/21/map-find-best-inexpensive-restaurants-dc-area/

I admit that I feel blessed to have seen this article in my facebook feed and I'm starting to do a related plan out of necessity because it helps both my husband and I to stretch our food supply without feeling deprived and it helps us save more money and time. I am more or less keeping this success story article as a form of support and positive reinforcement.

A former stockbroker turned personal trainer tells us why eating 2 meals a day is the best way to lose weight and feel less hungry by Rosie Fitzmaurice

http://www.businessinsider.com/the-2-meal-day-diet-plan-max-2017-7?utm_content=bufferfb689&utm_medium=social&utm_source=facebook.com&utm_campaign=buffer-bi

I so relate to what this writer says as my husband Rusty and I have a close marriage (tomorrow will mark us being married for 13.5 years) but we do not have anything against parents or kids. Additionally, I have been blessed to have a husband who loves me and cares for me regardless of how much money I make and even after my physical appearance changed (I say this because I admit that I look different from the 119 pounds I was when I first met him in 2002). It is just that the writer put her thoughts on marriage and being questioned about kids in a compassionate and open-minded way. I especially like the part where the writer admits that she has dreams and goals like everyone else and sees the good in both parents and kids but understands that adopting andor having kids is not a decision to take lightly.

11 things I wish you knew about my child-free marriage

http://www.msn.com/en-us/lifestyle/family-relationships/11-things-i-wish-you-knew-about-my-child-free-marriage/ss-BBDvBnk#image=11

7UP BISCUITS

https://www.7up.com/en/recipes/7up-biscuits

Eric Dane Is All Smiles With Family at First Public Event Since Depression Battle Reveal

by CORINNE HELLER | Sun, Jun 4, 2017 12:01 PM

http://www.eonline.com/news/858882/eric-dane-is-all-smiles-with-family-at-first-public-event-since-depression-battle-reveal

http://onlinevirginia.net/?utm_source=AdRoll&utm_medium=Banner_ad&utm_campaign=OVN_July2017-June2018&utm_content=Logo_ODU&utm_term=One_Place

I use to own a mazda3 car from part of 2007 and part of 2008 during my time in the navy but I voluntarily gave it to Carmax up for practical reasons. Obviously, I miss having a car and I intend to repurchase another car by December 2020 or sooner. My point, even if a certain career choice is going to raise your car insurance I feel that it is better to go ahead and take a chance on a certain career, regardless of what other well meaning people may say, if you logically andor intuitively see that the career choice would more than allow the ease in owning a car as well as paying off in different/other multiple positive ways even if you have higher insurance in the meanwhile. I admit that I am a little biased because if I knew then (in 2008 when I voluntarily gave up the mazda3 to a Carmax in Virginia Beach Virginia)what I know now I would have kept my mazda3 car as the car had good gas mileage and allowed both my husband and I multiple freedoms that even excellent public transportation cannot compare to.

Lifestyle

Your job could be doubling your car insurance payment — here are the 5 career choices that cost the most

https://www.yahoo.com/news/job-could-doubling-car-insurance-110900151.html

Your job could be doubling your car insurance payment — here are the 5 career choices that cost the most

· Lindsay Dodgson

· Jul. 20, 2017, 7:09 AM

· 1,559

http://www.businessinsider.com/how-job-influences-car-insurance-2017-7

7 Must-Try Classics for DC Restaurant Week

Written by Anna Spiegel | Published on August 12, 2016

https://www.washingtonian.com/2016/08/12/7-must-try-classic-restaurants-for-dc-restaurant-week/

5 Surprising Secrets From Your Favorite Restaurants, Revealed by Employees

http://www.msn.com/en-us/foodanddrink/restaurantsandnews/5-surprising-secrets-from-your-favorite-restaurants-revealed-by-employees/ss-AAovPT6?li=BBnb7Kw#image=2

5 Surprising Secrets From Your Favorite Restaurants, Revealed by Employees

July 20, 2017 by ERIN CULLUM

https://www.popsugar.com/food/Chain-Restaurant-Secrets-Revealed-43770082

I’m neither a fan or a hater of Sean Spicer, yet even I knew that he had a tough job with trying to help President Donald Trump with the multiple controversies that were coming up. Additionally, when I spotted a yahoo story online less than 12 hours ago about Anthony Scaramucci being selected as White House Director I actually wondered and commented about President Donald Trump going with an outside selection instead of an internal pick. Sean Spicer is a public affairs officer affiliated with the United States Navy so he most likely is going to have an easy time finding another public relations/communications related job.

Sean Spicer has resigned as White House press secretary

By Hunter Walker

https://www.yahoo.com/news/sean-spicer-resigned-white-house-press-secretary-161152671.html?soc_trk=gcm&soc_src=dd114874-7083-393e-8bf1-0ac1f74868c1&.tsrc=notification-brknews

Sean Spicer resigns as White House press secretary: Report

http://www.washingtontimes.com/news/2017/jul/21/sean-spicer-resigns-as-white-house-press-secretary/

I admit to having a concern to consistently paying at least the minimum andor at least a nominal amount agreed with my student loan providers (affiliated with Sallie Mae and Great Lakes) on my student loans by the end of this year or sooner. However, my higher priority, regardless of how I may be perceived for admitting this is to build up at least a two months or more of the equivalent of my after tax paychecks by December 2017 or sooner.

This is what keeps millennials up at night by Abigail Summerville

https://finance.yahoo.com/news/keeps-millennials-night-140530372.html

This is what’s keeping millennials up at night

· More than half of young people view their financial situation as their most pressing personal matter.

· Their number one priority is paying down debt.

Abigail Summerville | @summervillea19

http://www.cnbc.com/2017/07/20/this-is-whats-keeping-millennials-up-at-night.html

Discover Eight Natural Wonders Of Virginia

https://blog.virginia.org/2014/05/natural-wonders-virginia/?utm_campaign=FB0717&utm_content=wondersva

SUMMER PACKAGES

https://www.virginia.org/summerpackages/?adref=FB0717summerdeals&utm_campaign=FB0717&utm_content=summerdeals

This Woman's Richer Than Oprah — All From Selling Pizza

http://www.msn.com/en-us/foodanddrink/foodculture/this-womans-richer-than-oprah-%E2%80%94-all-from-selling-pizza/ar-AAos7pb?li=BBnb7Kz

California Cruise website

http://www.princess.com/learn/cruise-destinations/california-coastal-cruises/?cid=bm_display_display_acn_cali2_mtraveler_na_aop_homepage_728x90_na

30 Acres of Sunflowers Are Peaking Now at a Maryland Wildlife Habitat

Written by Sherri Dalphonse | Published on July 20, 2017

https://www.washingtonian.com/2017/07/20/30-acres-of-sunflowers-are-peaking-now-at-a-maryland-wildlife-habitat/

Resources

My psychic abilities expand each day.

I am creating heaven on earth.

http://www.fantasynamegenerators.com/stage-names.php#.WTqvpOvyucw

Affirmations

I am well provided for. I live in an abundant universe.

Despite the date, I intend to keep this uplifting and helpful article for my present and future reference.

A simple activity can help you feel happier and healthier

· Tanya Lewis

· Dec. 1, 2015, 5:57 PM

· 16,929

http://www.businessinsider.com/volunteering-helps-you-feel-happy-and-healthy-2015-12

All You Need To Know About USS Gerald Ford

https://www.yahoo.com/news/know-uss-gerald-ford-104816349.html

I’m neither a fan or hater of Mindy Kaling as I understand that she is very accomplished career wise and money wise but I wanted to comment because I seem to be in the minority if I say this but I do not believe that she slept around prior to becoming pregnant. I understand that it is not my place to judge even if she did but something tells me that Mindy Kaling is actually very understandably selective about who she romantically becomes involved with/sexually intimate with. I believe, and once again I prefer to avoid judging, that Mindy Kaling does know who the father of her baby is but is probably keeping it under wraps because at the time they got together things were only meant to be casual (maybe a friends with benefits situation andor a romantic union with little expectation of marriage). The father of her baby may or may not have been involved with someone else at the time of the union-once again I choose not to judge because Mindy Kaling’s career wealth and financial success puts her in a different world of romantic temptation that many people may find unusual andor unheard of. Mindy Kaling, prior to her union, probably could not get pregnant for years even when going without birth control and so it might have still took her by surprise even if she secretly planned it as it is common knowledge that there are many wealthy, successful, and accomplished couples and/or single people who try to naturally conceive children for many years without success. However, Mindy Kaling could be naturally keeping it secret because maybe the father of her child, regardless of his relationship status, is a wealthy andor powerful man (career or money-wise) and Kaling wants to keep things discreet and under wraps more to protect both their child andor maybe, even if they are no longer romantically together, she wants to create an environment where it is safe to see his child away from the glaring public eye (that would naturally come with Mindy Kaling’s fame and fortune as she is a high profile celebrity). Another article has Mindy Kaling living in a nice house in Los Angeles California and so at least on the positive side, regardless of who the father is, both Mindy Kaling and her child are most likely always going to have some semblance of financial security.

Mom-to-Be Mindy Kaling 'Is Not Telling Anyone, Not Even Close Friends, Who the Father' of Her Baby Is: Source

https://www.yahoo.com/celebrity/mom-mindy-kaling-apos-not-190032094.html

See Inside Mindy Kaling’s New Home in Los Angeles and Find Out Why She’s ‘Too Afraid to Go Upstairs’

http://people.com/home/mindy-kaling-los-angeles-house-tour/

FAVORITE SOOTHING SWIMMING HOLES

https://www.virginia.org/swimmingholes/

Save The Dates: The Can’t-Miss Festivals Of 2017, Part 3

by Patricia Keppel | Posted: Jan 28, 2017

https://blog.virginia.org/2017/01/cant-miss-festivals-2017-part-3/?utm_campaign=fy17-vtc&utm_source=trade-desk&utm_content=fy17_1280&utm_medium=media

This is another article where I am both intuitively and logically aware that I may be in the minority for saying this but I do feel that Katy Perry is actually telling the truth when it comes to her saying that she actually wants the best for Taylor Swift. I do believe that it can be possible for professional andor personal rivals andor critics of each other (whether men or woman)to also secretly see at least some positive facets in what the other person is doing. Of course, it is common knowledge that over 90 percent of the time, a man or woman’s rival is not going to publicly admit if they secretly admire any aspect of what their enemy andor rival is doing. However, many people who have listened to music from both Katy Perry and Taylor Swift can intuitively andor rationally sense that there is a secret interest in each other’s work even if both women may understandably not always want to publicly admit it as such. Obviously, I feel that both Taylor Swift and Katy Perry put out some creative and fun songs. This article proves that Katy Perry is trying to publicly put out an olive branch and maybe does mean it when she said that she never meant to continually hurt Taylor Swift and now wants to make amends. Obviously, only time is going to tell if Katy Perry and Taylor Swift reunite as friends.

Katy Perry Says She's 'Always Loved' Taylor Swift Despite Their 'Differences'

https://www.yahoo.com/celebrity/katy-perry-says-she-apos-122400056.html

Each of these pictures featured in the Town and Country affiliated article of See Inside Jackie Kennedy’s Park Avenue apartment have a colorful quality about them that help a person easily imagine what it might feel like even just visiting any of these rooms. However, as a Madonna fan picture 10 easily caught my attention, and pictures four and seven popped out at me as well.

See Inside Jackie Kennedy's Park Avenue Apartment

Town & CountryJuly 18, 2017

https://www.yahoo.com/style/see-inside-park-avenue-apartment-154601937.html

First look at Disney's new 'Star Wars land'

http://www.latimes.com/entertainment/la-et-entertainment-news-updates-july-first-look-at-disney-s-star-wars-land-1500054145-htmlstory.html

Here's Everything You Need to Know About Disney World's New Skyliner System

https://www.popsugar.com/smart-living/Disney-World-Skyliner-System-Facts-43766537

songs

The Voice by the Moody Blues

Whatever it Takes by Imagine Dragons

Take Control by DJ Bobo and Mike Candys

I’ll Make You Feel Good by K7

Crank It Up by David Guetta feat. Akon

Who’s That Chick by Rihanna feat. David Guetta

Fancy by Iggy Azalea

Come on Get Higher by Matt Nathanson

My House by Flo Rida

I Won’t Give Up by Jason Mraz

Only Girl in the World by Rihanna

Dance Pop Radio Pandora

Creative output utilizing Amazon music

Crush by Jennifer Paige

Genie In A Bottle by Christina Aguilera

She’s So High by Tal Bachman song length 344

Inspiration to write this freestyle story by 6 am or sooner after getting up with my sweet and amazing husband Rusty Ridler.

I see the good and positive in all areas of my life and seeing how my challenges are actually beneficial opportunites. I am also making progress in all areas of my life both present and future.

Navy SEAL monument dedicated at Virginia Beach Oceanfront

· By Stacy Parker The Virginian-Pilot

· 38 min ago

https://pilotonline.com/news/military/local/navy-seal-monument-dedicated-at-virginia-beach-oceanfront/article_5ef87076-5340-58bf-9156-d95dd0559379.html

Virginia Beach teen, just days after enlisting as Marine, makes modeling debut at N.Y. Fashion Week

· By Jamesetta M. Walker The Virginian-Pilot

· Jul 20, 2017 Updated 7 hrs ago

https://pilotonline.com/life/fashion/virginia-beach-teen-just-days-after-enlisting-as-marine-makes/article_a66249ac-e8eb-5a7f-9fdb-ccb4e2e8ef5a.html

https://seaworldparks.com/en/buschgardens-williamsburg

Busch Gardens Williamsburg Virginia

My husband Rusty and I use to live in Norfolk Virginia from part of 2008 until part of 2009 (as I was stationed on the USS Eisenhower) so naturally this article on Naval Station Norfolk’s First 100 Years by Courtney Mabeus is going to catch my attention. I remember being on the Eisenhower and working alongside multiple civilian workers who had various jobs dealing with the Eisenhower (even during moments of various people hauling food stores onto the ship). During my time living in Norfolk Virginia, I remember the base being huge and the city itself expanding to accommodate a growing population. I am sure that this is still the case today ( of the city itself expanding and probably the Norfolk Naval Base as well).

Naval Station Norfolk's first 100 years: World's largest navy base anchored to community

https://pilotonline.com/news/military/local/naval-station-norfolk-s-first-years-world-s-largest-navy/article_f0fbc138-f60f-5ec8-b138-a00928b18f0b.html?__vfz=profile_comment%3D1877300009259

Contiki Europe Website

http://www.contiki.com/deals/last-minute/europe?utm_campaign=summersalelmds&utm_medium=display&utm_source=adara&utm_content=ap-300x250-2017

The build your own bowl menu idea that is at this Satuli Canteen restaurant and affiliated with Disney sounds interesting.

First off, I happen to be a person who just wants to be the best in her current job so I admit that I do not share Bevan’s goal to have her boss’s job. Additionally, I am blessed to work for some fair managers and a fair boss at my job yet I still would not want to do any of their jobs anytime soon for practical concerns that I’m aware that I have much more to learn and improve upon as a non-manager employee at the job I currently have. With that out of the way, I am still glad that Forbes and Liz Ryan shared this article with me as my husband is dedicated to his current job and easily sees himself as a manager at his current job one day so I can at least refer to this article for him through Bevan’s case study. However, I do not always agree with everything Liz Ryan says in some of her articles. Yet, even I have to admit that Liz Ryan has it right and is only trying to help when she tells Bevan that she needs to wait a while longer before having that discussion with Charlize. Liz Ryan knows what she is saying when she advises Bevan to get to know Charlize more before even coming close to discussing her career ambitions as a boss. For starters, I know from experience that it is human nature for even other females to only help out other females in the workplace if they could see that person as friendship material. I prefer to avoid getting into the debate of this but what this has to do with Bevan’s interest is that she needs to make sure and for certain that as Liz Ryan puts it, Charlize would feel encouraged to train her as a backup boss. Then there are the logistics of what do the other managers think of Bevan in addition to Charlize. I know that this is an obvious question yet it is obvious even to a woman like me that Bevan may want to search herself and make for certain she still wants to be boss after getting to know Charlize andor any other managers and bosses at her job that are on the same level professional wise Charlize andor higher. As I say again, Liz Ryan is only trying to help Bevan in this situation. Kudos to Bevan for succeeding in her job yet I concur with Ryan that she needs more time to get to know Charlize and other managers (at least 6 more months to a year at a minimum) before throwing her professional hat in the ring to be invited to her professional table of preference as a boss.

Lifestyle

I Want My Boss's Job -- Should I Tell Her?

https://www.yahoo.com/news/m/eabdd991-66a8-3a0b-b30f-962cbd709249/ss_i-want-my-boss%27s-job-.html

I Want My Boss's Job -- Should I Tell Her?

https://www.forbes.com/sites/lizryan/2017/07/17/i-want-my-bosss-job-should-i-tell-her/#5f0e35655835

30 Under 30 in PR for 2017

http://www.prweek.com/article/1439618/lot-fun-churn-burn-millennials-pr-life-30-30-2017?utm_content=buffer89780&utm_medium=social&utm_source=twitter.com&utm_campaign=buffer

9 of the most successful people share their reading habits

http://www.businessinsider.com/what-successful-people-read-2017-7/#warren-buffett-1

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10 Fun Food Events Around DC This Weekend

Cool off with frosé snow cones and tiki cocktails

https://www.washingtonian.com/2017/07/20/10-fun-food-events-around-dc-this-weekend/

10 Stunning Lakes In Virginia For Outdoor Adventure

https://blog.virginia.org/2017/04/stunning-virginia-lakes/?utm_campaign=FB0517&utm_content=StunningLakes

Top Chefs Of Virginia: Brust, Close-Hart, Evans

by Patrick Evans-Hylton | Posted: Dec 23, 2014

https://blog.virginia.org/2014/12/top-chefs-of-virginia-brust-close-hart-evans/

In a military kitchen, female chefs show guts and glory

https://www.washingtonpost.com/lifestyle/food/in-a-military-kitchen-female-chefs-show-guts-and-glory/2016/06/06/ca3d569e-2843-11e6-b989-4e5479715b54_story.html?utm_term=.e42fff13907c

Mystic Bay Queen Storage Bed

Queen Storage Bed!

https://www.mybobs.com/shop-the-look/coastal-cottage/mystic-bay-queen-storage-bed

a great financial comeback story

from the pop sugar website I would not dare judge Lena Headey for her personal life, but I do believe that I can turn around my financial life and still

stay married to my amazing husband Rusty. Her positive and inspirational comeback story gives me hope that the 2020s can be the decade where I live much financially

wealthier and successful-career and money wise.

What Is the Net Worth of the Game of Thrones Cast?

July 19, 2017 by GOBANKINGRATES

https://www.popsugar.com/career/photo-gallery/43753357/image/43753370/Lena-Headey-Net-Worth-9-Million

I have to admit that Eva Longoria looks extremely and highly happy/cheerful in these photos. The one picture of her kissing her husband shows how much in love with him she is and she looks radiant in her photos. From my viewpoint, she proves that a woman can still look good in her 40s, an inspiration to a woman like me in her 30s. https://www.yahoo.com/celebrity/eva-longoria-shows-off-bikini-230000717.html?soc_src=hl-viewer&soc_trk=tu

https://www.yahoo.com/celebrity/eva-longoria-shows-off-bikini-230000717.html

I can only speak for myself but the caveat with this list is that it may not take into account people with student loans who intend on decrease what they owe in the long-term but are just working out consistent income challenges in the short term. Additionally, this list may not obviously take into account both if the men and women of these student loans have been out of school for at least 10 years or if this amount is just under five years. I say this because even with both my challenges and blessings, I do believe and intend to increase my income by the year 2023 or sooner. However, far too often, it is human nature for many people to just look at how someone is doing financially when it has only been less than five years since they graduated college when there is a highly probable chance that the same person or people that they are looking at who make a certain income level are also going to most likely at least double andor triple their income within the next 10 years or less of getting their first bachelor’s degree that accompanies their student loans. It is challenging for me to even share what I just did because I am aware that friends andor family members of student loan employees/collectors are going to judge someone like me and I’m emotionally prepared for it. My point; more indepth studies need to be done on the percentage of student holders who are carrying their balances until they are able to raise their income levels to a level that would allow them to repay back their student loans around 15 years or less. After all, there are some people who do not pay the minimums on their student loans not because they don’t want to but rather for some people more time is needed to work out a situation where they can be selected andor qualify for certain career paths that help facilitate adequate student loan repayment to at least meet the minimum demands of Sallie Mae (private student loans) andor federal student loans affiliated with the Department of Education.

Student loan debt has grown 250% in the last 10 years — here's where grads owe the most by Emmie Martin

https://finance.yahoo.com/news/student-loan-debt-grown-250-000000611.html?soc_src=social-sh&soc_trk=tu

'GMA' Deals

Tory's summer fashion and beauty picks

Trump expected to name Wall Street financier Anthony Scaramucci as White House communications director

https://www.yahoo.com/gma/trump-expected-name-wall-street-financier-anthony-scaramucci-030734049--abc-news-topstories.html

I'm actually surprised by how soon Anthony Scaramucci is picked so soon after Mike Dubke left his post and I'm also surprised that Donald Trump did not do an internal pick for this position of new White House Communications Director. Maybe Scaramucci will surprise yet something makes me wonder why Donald Trump did not hire from within for this position.

I’m willing to bet that Trump Legal Team spokeman Mark Corallo knows more a great deal about what is going to happen behind the scenes that maybe even President Donald Trump himself. Mark Corallo is probably voluntarily and obviously leaving while he can in order to leave on the best terms.

Trump legal team spokesman Mark Corallo resigns

https://www.yahoo.com/gma/trump-legal-team-spokesman-mark-corallo-resigns-022504443--abc-news-topstories.html

Jacuzzi

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Fortunately, the articles that I am seeing from Cheat Sheet from my yahoo newsfeed are getting better and more informative to my personal situation. I respectfully disagree with some of these principles as I personally know a kind person from my job who is naturally thin and she at least admitted to me that she pretty much eat what she wants. However, she does wisely moderate her portion sizes even when she eats what she wants, something that has helped me with my weight guilt-free that I am glad she generously shared with me. Also, I know that Carick means well about the number of meals to eat in a day, but my husband has been the main breadwinner in the family for quite a while since late 2015. I feel blessed that my husband loves me even at my current weight and he loves me regardless of what other people think of me and the amount of money that I bring in. This is a big deal to an American born woman like me because I was only 119 pounds when we first met and I'm aware that I'm lucky that my husband still sees the beauty in me despite my physical appearance obviously changing with my weight. It is just that moderating how much I eat rather than concerning myself with how many meals to eat in the day has helped me be more resourceful and resilient when it has been necessary to live on just my husband's income. My point; more information is needed for men and women who eat just one or two meals per day more for practical reasons even if that is different from the usual six meals espoused by many popular diets that are well-meaning but overlook that some people have to learn to get by on less food in order to have a better chance at saving more money and padding a savings account. However, I am grateful that Evie Carick emphasized about putting yourself first, especially putting the exercise and food planning earlier in the day, this tip alone is something that has been popping in my intuition and logic mind more frequently and I feel blessed to see it confirmed with this article. Overall, despite some of my misgivings Evie Carick did write both an informative and motivational weight loss article for me to keep in mind.

Health

6 Secrets From People Who Are Effortlessly Skinny

https://www.yahoo.com/news/m/9f64b73f-f589-39fd-9735-01655bdd469d/6-secrets-from-people-who-are.html

6 Secrets From People Who Are Effortlessly Skinny

https://www.cheatsheet.com/health-fitness/secrets-from-people-who-are-effortlessly-skinny.html/5/

I reluctantly confess that drinking more water is an obvious habit I need to get more consistent with, and I am glad that this writer Maria Del Russo of Refinery 29 shared her candid story about how she stuck with increasing her water intake even with dealing with temptation such as when she went to a party with a friend who works in public relations where wine was free flowing.I fortunately have both time and privacy to be more consistent and frequent with my water intake but my challenge is encouraging myself to be more consistent with liking the taste of tap water and lemon juice frequently enough to drink the minimum of 80-90 ounces minimum of water that my body needs. However, after reading this article I am inspired to increase my water intake to aim for at least 85-90 ounces of water or more each day even if I have to have some fruit cups andor fruit cans nearby in order to make the tap water and lemon juice combo more palatable.

Health

I Drank A Gallon Of Water A Day For Better Skin — & Here's What Happened

Maria Del Russo,Refinery29 7 hours ago

https://www.yahoo.com/news/drank-gallon-water-day-better-140000852.html

I do believe that a person could always go back and get a completely different second college degree if they realize that their first one could have been more marketable. I know that Usatoday means well with their advice and I am going to keep this article as a reminder to myself on why I need to go forward with pursuing a second degree online by September 2018. A couple of things that I learned the hard way from my first bachelor's degree that I wish someone would have told me but I share with someone who wants to get their first degree but benefit the easy way with what I had to learn the hard way; I successfully finished my first bachelor's degree within 3 years and took a heavy courseload to accomplish this, even during the summertime. However, what I had to learn the hard way, most employers do not care how fast you complete your degree, they care more about your work experience. The jobs that I have had so far are indirectly because of my military andor civilian work experience and not because of how fast I finished my degree. If possible, allow yourself to work full-time and take classes part-time in order to secure the college degree you want but still maintain job experience. If a job opportunity or internship is hard to come by for yourself then do what you legally have to in order to secure some volunteer experience to build andor strengthen your work history. By no means do I claim to know everything about this and I am still learning more as I learn more information but another piece of information/data that I wish someone would have shared with me; look at various military websites such as navy.com, airforce.com, army.com etc. and hot jobs on government job websites such as usajobs.gov. Why you may ask; I just found out less than three months ago that the major that I want to study for a second bachelor's degree online while working full-time by autumn 2018 is in demand in both the military sectors and the U.S. government job sector. I even noticed that colleges such as Georgetown University will offer tuition discounts to students enrolled in certain college majors and my dream major was on that list but it is mainly available to federal government workers and not private sector employees (from what I have seen of the list). However, the point I am making, from my experience of being in the military and something I wish that I would have noticed years ago is that many of the jobs that an enlisted andor officer can obtain in the military are also hot college degrees. I hope this helps many who are open-minded in looking at my comment even if this only happens weeks down the road, but I felt it necessary to share some things to others for their benefit to glean from the easy way compared to what I finally figured out the challenging way.

Want a job when you graduate? Choose these majors

https://www.usatoday.com/story/news/college/2017/07/20/want-a-job-when-you-graduate-then-major-in-these-areas/103860736/

What I do my best to contribute with my efforts are far more valuable than I realize in all areas of my life both present and future.

I speak, communicate, and write about various news articles that I see online and follow both my intuition and logic when discussing my thoughts around these areas regardless of how I am perceived and judged for doing so as I am following one of my passions and destiny. I take any judgment of this in stride understanding that some people may allow themselves more than others in following their interests and I am doing what some people, even some of my critics, secretly want to allow themselves to do but just need to get past what other people think andor what they think of themselves for doing that. I take it more as a compliment, whether from a supporter from a rival or critic, that someone was moved enough to emotion to comment on what I have to say. I also send compassion their way and see the positive/spiritual/creative benefit in such as situation as this is one of the obvious and evident signs when you are on someone’s mind whether they are a supporter andor judge of what you communicate.

For both present and future and in all areas of my life I keep one of my primary objectives in mind-returning to my ideal weight by May 2018 or sooner while nurturing my passion for writing,and I stay focused even when I am involved in other endeavors.

I am in the process of following both my intuition and logic in taking the wisest and celestially/heavenly inspired actions and plans in living my life in alignment with my divine life purpose and destiny in all areas of my life both present and future.

I successfully move forward in both new and creative ways in various areas of my life both present and future.

The 13 minute definitive guide to living your dreams by Benjamin P. Hardy

https://www.inc.com/benjamin-p-hardy/the-13-minute-definitive-guide-to-living-your-drea.html?cid=readmoretextab

11 Things You Can Do to Make Yourself Smarter Every Day

Picking up a few simple habits can give your brain a huge boost.

By Guadalupe Gonzalez

https://www.inc.com/video/11-things-you-can-do-to-make-yourself-smarter-every-day.html?cid=readmorevideoimage

https://www.keepdreamingup.net/small-business-online/index.html

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