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[thebeewhisper]

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Raw seasonal honeys have been utilized as food and medicinal since antiquity. Honey in Ayurveda is regarded as ‘the most potentiating agent because it is generated from numerous components’. But why and how does it benefit us? Is there any scientific evidence to support its advantages, or are the claims only hearsay? Read on to discover.

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[goldenhands]

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[heygerald]

Falling Without A Harness - Chapter 5

AU where Tom Ryder is still an asshole, just not a psychotic one. When he has good news, but no one to share it with, Parker invites him along to her brother's birthday party. A moment of weakness, or a moment for him to prove he's more than just his Hollywood ego?

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"—and Jody said she was going to wear something simple, maybe jeans and a t-shirt, but I'm not really sure I want to match that vibe or go for something a little more, you know, fun. Maybe I could finally break out the bucket hat tonight," Colt's voice droned on from the phone tucked indelicately into the crevice of her neck and shoulder. Parker was only half listening, as was the usual when it came to her brother's incessant rambling about anything related to the pretty blonde camerawoman, and while he talked, she made work of slowly peeling strips of painters tape from the freshly painted wall. The ball in her hand was nicely sized by this point of the conversation. "So, anyway... uh, wait, what was the point?"

"Was there a point?" she mused aloud. "I stopped listening when you started talking about some pony she rode once at her twelfth birthday party."

She heard him snap his fingers. "Right—the birthday party."

"Hers or yours?"

"Mine! Listen, I know that you all put a lot of work into planning this shindig—"

"Shindig? God, you're old!"

"—but I would really appreciate if you told me what to expect tonight. Just a hint will do. I'm not trying to show up wearing dress shoes to a disco if you know what I mean."

Parker stuck another piece of tape onto the ever-growing ball with a blithe snort. "I never know what you mean."

"Park," he whined, much like a child, and not the thirty-something year old man that he was. Was this year number thirty-seven or thirty-eight? She should probably figure that out before putting candles on his cake. "Come onnnnnn. Just tell me. Just a hint!"

"And ruin the surprise? No way, Jose."

"But it's my birthday surprise! You can spoil it for me. I mean, realistically, no one would blame you if, maybe, you accidentally let the surprise slip. It'd be expected coming from you, actually."

She frowned. "What do you mean it would be expected coming from me?"

"Well, you know, you can't keep a secret to save your life."

Parker tossed the ball of tape into the trash and picked up the broom with an indignant scoff. "Excuse me, I am a very good secret keeper."

A long winded and high-pitched whine followed, and she winced at the volume of it. Parker switched the phone to her other ear, certain that between her brother and Melissa she had permanent hearing damage.

"Oh, so now all of the sudden you're a locked vault!" he blathered on. "Where was this dedication to silence when I got sick at Macy Lindwigs wedding and you spent the entire evening telling everyone you could find?"

An image of Macy Lindwig, dressed to the nines in a beautiful handmade wedding dress, staring in horror as her brother puked in an azalea bush three minutes before the ceremony started came to mind.

"Oh, I totally forgot about that," she snickered, the memory almost too sweet to ignore now that it had been brought back up. "You ruined her heels that night, you know. What was I supposed to do? Not tell everyone?"

"For starters. Or, at the very least, you could have refrained from blabbing about it at Christmas," he muttered petulantly. "Grandma never looked at me the same way again. She still won't let me near her rose garden."

"Cause and effect," Parker chirped. "You drank one too many tequila shots the night before, and thus, you have to suffer the fate of Grandma judging you every Christmas Eve."

"Miami Vice premiered the night before!" he argued, shouting, in what she suspected was a deranged manner. Parker hoped he was somewhere public; perhaps a grocery store or laundromat. "Just another example of how you can't keep a secret for the life of you, not even when your brother's good name is at stake. Your only true sibling, might I add."

"And here I thought I was an orphan found in a box."

She could hear Colt kicking something, palm clasped over the speaker as he whined, before he was back. "You're worse than Judas, you know. You ruin lives just for the fun of it, no silver needed."

"Are you offering silver?"

A cough. "Uh, I mean, I'm a little tight on silver at the moment. I think I have a free sub from Publix somewhere around here."

"A coupon. Wow. So generous."

"It's a punch card, and those aren't easy to fill out, you know," he huffed indignantly, obviously put out that Parker wasn't going to accept his lackluster offer. "What if I say pretty please?"

"Ha! Nice try. I happen to like Jody, so even if I wanted to tell you what we're doing tonight—which I don't—I'm not going to. She was really excited to help me plan this year."

Some spluttering followed her resolution, before he was kicking something again. Apparently, whatever he kicked was harder than he thought, however, and the next moment her brother was wheezing in pain.

"Jesus, take it easy, alright? You're going to need your toes for tonight."

In a breathless voice, he weaseled, "tonight at...?"

But Parker was no novice when it came to keeping secrets from her brother, and so she didn't fall for the trick. "Ha, nice try," she snorted while stooping to sweep her pile of dust and paint chips off the ground. Shades of green and white stained her hands, but she didn't bother to clean them off. It would be a pointless endeavor, after all, considering what they had planned for Colt's birthday party later that evening. "I'm trying to stay on Jody's good side."

"Both of her sides are good sides," was his immediate response, something wistful coloring his tone. "She's gorgeous. If you haven't noticed."

"Trust me," Parker deadpanned with a blithe glance at her own disheveled appearance, "I've noticed."

"Do you think I should bring her flowers?"

"To your birthday party?"

"Girls like flowers. Plus, she's planning the whole thing."

"I helped!"

"I'm not bringing you flowers to my birthday party, Park. It's not about you, you know."

"Right, of course, how could I have forgotten?" she deadpanned. However, despite his disinterest in showing her any gratitude, Parker smiled at the concept that there was a man out in this world so infatuated by a woman, that he not only spent all his time talking about her, but he also wanted to bring her flowers for no good reason. If only she could find someone like that who wasn't her brother. Wishes and wants, she supposed. "As nice of a thought as that is, don't bring her flowers tonight. They'll end up wilted by the time she gets back home from the party. If they aren't totally trashed first, that is."

His tone pitched higher, eagerly. "Trashed? Why would they be trashed? Are we doing some floral vandalism tonight? Oh!" Colt cried, hands clapping together. "Are we going to a wreck-it room? I've always wanted to do something like that. You know, somewhere that wasn't on a set, anyway, where I'm being beat up for a living with props."

Parker covered the speaker of her phone to curse at herself. While she hadn't ruined the surprise, Colt was like a dog with a hambone, and was not likely to let it go anytime soon.

She cleared her throat and attempted indifference. "Not even close," she said, but it didn't sound super convincing, and with an exasperated huff, she threw her hands up. "Jesus, Colt, you're going to get me into trouble! Just chill out. Jody should be picking you up soon, anyway."

"Picking me up soon for...?"

Colt's whining was interrupted by the tinkle of the front bell, and as she switched her phone back to her right ear, Parker took a moment to scoop up the paint-splattered tarp sprawled across the floor.

Melissa had been on to something with her suggestion to repaint the store, and while they had only gotten the walls finished over the past two and a half weeks, the mossy green color with gold accented picture frames really gave some life back to her shop. It still had that musty smell, as well as a pair of flickering lightbulbs from the janky electrical sockets, but they were definitely taking a step in the right direction. The color made everything feel cozier, and once they coated the bookshelves with shades of blue and yellow and replaced the overhead fluorescents with something warmer, she thought it might look like an entirely new store for the price of a few gallons of paint.

Not to mention the color stood out from the recent tan and brown trend that had swept across Hollywood hills. Win, win.

"Ugh! Stop trying to spoil your own surprise and let it happen, alright? You're going to love it," she pacified half-heartedly while booting a stool out of the way. Too deep of a breath had the smell of laquear and paint fumes killing off some braincells, and Parker dropped the tarp along with the rest of the paint materials with a cross-eyed huff. "Plus, it was all Jody's idea, so if you hate it, I would keep that to your..."

Parker paused halfway up the aisle.

On the far end of it, a brown and black colored dog sat patiently wagging its tail at her. Its tongue was sticking out of the side of its mouth, but despite Elon Musk's predictions about the existence of intelligent life in the galaxy, she was pretty sure that the local population of Hollywood mutts had yet to grow opposable thumbs capable of opening a door.

She blinked at it.

"Er, listen," she muttered into the phone, gaze darting past the dog, but not seeing its owner. "I have to go. There's a dog situation that I need to take care of."

"A dog? I've been asking you for years to get a dog, and now you finally decide to get one on my birthday! That's so totally fu—"

Parker hung up before he could complain any further, and slowly tucked her phone into the back pocket of her jeans. The dog barked at her, as if excited to finally have her attention.

"Er—hi. Did you—how did you get in here?" she asked.

It responded by tilting its head to a ninety-degree angle. She stared, waiting, as if the language barrier would suddenly disappear.

Unsurprisingly, it didn't. The dog barked a second time.

"I don't have any treats on me," she said again, not sure else what to say, but certainly feeling like she should say something. It trotted towards her, and though it seemed friendly at first, when it stuck its head into her crotch to take too deep a sniff for comfort, Parker jumped backwards. "Ah—fuck! Buy a girl dinner first, huh?"

She sidestepped the dog, hands splayed out in front of her like she was a robbery victim, and did her best to avoid being felt up as the dog followed her towards the storefront. It nosed her rear end, and Parker let out an undignified squeak.

"Jesus! I know the humane society is underfunded and all, but this is a little ridiculous, don't you think?" she asked it.

The dog darted in front of her, nose going right back for the crotch, and Parker just barely managed to leap onto Melissa's sunken reading chair when an increasingly familiar head of blonde hair stepped out from behind one of the bookshelves.

"Talon, Jean Claude," he said, and as though the dog hadn't just been harassing her, it plopped down onto the floor right beside him. Dog and owner blinked at her in bemusement. "Don't seriously tell me that you're afraid of dogs."

Parker shot him a disgruntled glare in response, but Tom didn't seem to mind the heat packed behind it. Instead, he smirked at her, crossed one arm over the other, and languidly leaned back against the front counter.

It was obvious he was laughing at her, and not with her, and Parker added it to the list of all the things she couldn't stand about Tom Ryder. Worse though, she couldn't help but subconsciously smooth a hand over her hair, because where Jody was effortlessly gorgeous, Parker required quite a bit of effort not to look awful. And right now, with paint-stained pants, a half-assed pair of dutch braids, and miscolored converse, she was certainly not showing him her good side.

If she even had one, that is.

"I should have known you would have a pervy dog," she said while looking down her nose at him. Literally, too, considering she was still standing on the chair. Parker flushed a bright red at the realization and none-too-glamorously clambered down onto her feet. "And French, too. I think that's stereotyping, Ryder."

Despite the distrustful look she shot the dog, he seemed a whole lot less pervy and rabid now that she knew he had an owner, and when she approached it, its tail flapped back and forth excitedly.

"Insulting an entire country?" Tom harrumphed as she started to scratch the dog between its ears. "Maybe you should sit through PR training with me next time Gail hosts a session."

She blew a bland raspberry as she read the dog's name tag.

Jean Claude. Huh. Cute.

He let out a low whine when she hit a particularly sensitive spot, and in delight, he rolled onto his back with half-lidded eyes.

"Is this the one you were talking to the other day, or do you have any other expat mutts that I should know about? I can only be felt up so many times before I file a harassment complaint."

"Jean Claude isn't a mutt," he corrected her, disdain at the very idea of owning a mutt. Parker supposed adopting a kennel-dog was likely below him, being a superstar and what not. "He's an Australian Kelpie, pure-bred, and he certainly wasn't fucking cheap. His parents are award winning cattle dogs in the Australian circuit."

"That's an award category?"

"Hmph. Laugh all you want, but I'd bet he's better trained than you are. He's even trained to attack someone in the balls on command."

"So am I," she sassed while making kissy faces at Jean Claude. "Oh, he's cute. Yes, you are. Yes, you are," she cooed.

He ate it right up, tail flapping in every direction, and when she spared Tom a glance, she could feel the jealousy rolling off him that someone else was getting more attention. Dog or not. Parker snickered.

"Sorry you're stuck with this one," she added, jerking a thumb over her shoulder to gesture in Tom's general area. "But trust me, you're way cuter, and probably lower maintenance than he is."

Tom cleared his throat. "Are you done?"

"Jealous?"

"Of a dog?" he deadpanned, rolling his eyes beneath a pair of expensive Ray Bans—not at all disproving the theory—and Parker smiled at her private joke. "Hardly."

She leaned closer to Jean Claude, and spoke in a stage whisper, "I think he's jealous."

And—yup—that seemed to do it.

Tom pushed off the counter with a sharp huff, unamused by her teasing, and make a command in French. Jean Claude bounded onto his feet, trotted to where Tom was, and curled up between his legs.

Parker stood and planted her hands onto her hips. "Real mature."

"I can always show you his attack command," Tom threatened. "I doubt you'll find him as adorable when he attacks you. It's always a hit at parties, watching someone get their balls bitten off."

"I think I'm missing a critical component for that trick to work," she pointed out with a dry smile. "But, anyway, what are you doing here? If you came to return my books, they're yours, considering how much you paid for them the other day."

He shrugged. "Maybe I want my change."

"You came all the way here, through traffic, to get your change?" she echoed, clearly disbelieving his piss poor excuse. Under her stare, Tom shuffled uncomfortably on his feet. "Hm. I thought I was supposed to be the penny pincher between the two of us."

"Maybe it's not the money I care about. It's the principle of the whole thing."

"Ha! You expect me to believe that you have principles?"

Tom huffed, but she caught the crooked upturn of his mouth. Still, he played the victim—always acting, this one. "You're right. I don't just deserve change. I should get a full refund, considering how awful your book recommendations were. Not to mention the books practically fell apart when I touched them. Clearly, you sell cheap products."

"Clearly," she muttered, while flipping the sign on the front door from OPEN to CLOSED. There wasn't much going on outside, anyway, and she doubted she would be missing any customers by taking the day off early.

"You want to tell me what you're really doing here? Because we both know you liked my recommendations," she said matter-of-factly, moving to the cash register now. She had made a few sales throughout the day, more than a typical Friday, and so she carefully began stacking her receipts. "I mean, who wouldn't? Those are good books I gave you. Contact is in my top ten."

Tom leaned on the counter. "Books I bought."

She waved him off, stack of receipts in hand, as she locked the lower cabinet. Tom could complain all he wanted, but she did know that he liked her book recommendations. He had finished them all within a week, when he likely should have been spending more attention devoted to practicing for his audition. Granted, it was a sci-fi movie he was auditioning for, but—

She startled.

"Oh, duh!" Parker sprung to her full height with a curious look. "Did you get the part?"

Tom smirked.

It wasn't bashful or pleasant or soft like authors typically described their tall, dark, and handsome characters, but it was so very him that she hardly minded it. In fact, Parker sort of liked it. It crinkled the soft lines by his eyes, loosened the tension in his shoulders, and made him look younger. Nicer. Cuter.

"Of course I did," he sassed. "I told you I was going to get it."

She ignored his blatant peacocking to punch him in the shoulder. The action seemed to shock him, and Tom clutched the spot with his other hand—as if she had done some real damage—while Parker grinned. "Holy shit, that's great! I mean, sure, you were a shoo-in or whatever, but this is a big deal. Right? It's a big deal? You must be jumping off the walls right now!"

Tom gave a bemused huff, eyes darting over the length of her face, and nodded. "Biggest movie I've gotten yet," he said. "My first sci-fi film too, so, that's going to get my name out there even more than it was. I mean, if I thought I was well known before... after this, everyone will know who Tom Ryder is."

"That's awesome!"

Tom rolled his eyes at her enthusiasm, clearly not buying into it, and though Parker was so excited on his behalf, Tom seemed like he was fighting off indifference to the news. "Yeah, well, a role's a role, you know."

"Well, yeah," she hedged, waving a hand at him, "but this is your first sci-fi role, and it was one that you even told me you wanted to get. You must be at least a little excited for it. Sci-fi is so interesting, I bet filming it is gonna be a ton of fun."

"Sure," he echoed dryly. His smirk had returned, and though she wouldn't necessarily classify what his face was doing now as a smile, it was certainly close. "Fun. That's what I'm aiming for in my career: fun."

"Oh, please," she clucked her tongue at him, receipts shoved hastily into their folder. "You can be a huge movie star and still have fun doing it. I mean, isn't that the point? Doing something you love and all that. I'd imagine it's going to be a whole new experience for you, stepping into a sci-fi set."

He hemmed, mouth twisting between a smile and a frown. "I guess."

He didn't sound all that convinced. In fact, when Parker thought about it, she seemed to be far more excited about the role than he did. She tilted her head at him suspiciously. "Alright, well... what are you doing to celebrate?" she asked. "A vacation? Buying yourself a new car? Oooh—Legoland?"

He furrowed his brows at her in surprised. "Legoland?"

"It's what I would do," she shrugged. "Probably, anyway. I've never been because the tickets just don't seem worth the price, but if I had just landed a giant role in a giant blockbuster, I think buying a ticket would be the least of my worries. You could probably even write it off on your taxes."

He blinked at her. "Poor people are so sad to me."

She stuck her tongue out at him, and took delight in the way that he huffed in amusement. "Well? Come on—make me jealous—what are you doing?"

Tom shrugged. "Gail's throwing a big party next week to announce the role. She always does that. Invites her producer friends and talent agents and that sort of stuff. There'll probably be some sort of attraction, singers or a zebra or something."

"Casual," she snorted.

"She has a weird thing for exotic animals, I don't know."

"Seems like it. But that's what she's doing, what are you doing?" she needled further. "I mean, I assumed you would do a big party with your friends before then. You know—cops get called, party crashers—the whole scene."

Tom hesitated to answer, and when he did, he didn't sound all that much like himself. "Well, I can't really do that—she controls when I make go public with the news—has the whole timeline figured out, and manages all the press for it. She doesn't let me tell people ahead of time."

"I'm people."

He rolled his eyes. "You're a nobody," he said. Not to be mean; no, Tom was very clear in his words when he intended to be mean. Instead, he had said it nonchalantly, as if it was a universal truth that everyone understood. And, in all honesty, Parker got it. "I mean, who are you going to tell that would care, you know?"

"Okay, ouch," she muttered still, before barreling on. "Don't you have any non-work friends that you can go get drinks with?"

"All my friends are work friends."

"What about people that don't know Gail?"

Tom huffed and waved a hand at her. "That's the same thing, you know. She introduced me to everyone I know in the industry. Other than some set hands, we have the same circle."

Parker sank onto her heels, feeling slighted on his behalf, but knowing that she didn't really have a right to. Surely, Tom Ryder would have stood up to Gail if he didn't like her hands-on, helicopter parent approach to managing his life. And clearly their work relationship was beneficial to them both. He certainly didn't need a nobody like her feeling sorry for him.

And yet, she did.

Because, as she listened to him talk, it felt like he had to give up everything just to be a somebody in Hollywood. And while it might have been the norm for him, it was absolutely not the norm for everybody.

Did he even realize that?

"Fuck that," Parker said before she could think better of it, emotions getting the better of her. Colt always joked that she had a bleeding heart, but she had never thought there was anything wrong with that. "Come hang out with me, then."

Tom arched a brow at her, mouth parted dumbly. "...what?"

She shrugged, feeling a little like a specimen beneath a microscope, and struggled to explain herself. "I mean, you just said that Gail doesn't want you telling anybody that matters, and I only hang out with people that don't matter in the grand scheme of Hollywood politics. I'm getting ready to head to Colt's birthday party after this, and if you're not doing anything else, you may as well come with me. It won't be a celebration for you, obviously, but... it'll be fun."

He blinked at her slowly, surprise written in the fine lines of his face.

"We're not going to murder you," she huffed indignantly.

"I—I never hang out with Colt or those guys."

"Yeah, for good reason. They all sort of hate you for being an asshole on set to them. Like, all the time. I wouldn't want to hang out with you outside of work either, if I was them."

He scowled. "Oh, well, when you put it like that," he huffed. "Obviously, they're not going to want me to come. And, I may be an asshole, but I try not to gatecrash birthday parties."

She waved his concern away with a paint-stained hand. "First off, you won't be gatecrashing, I'm literally extending an invite. And secondly, they only hate you because you're a prick on set. What better way to prove that you're not a prick, by coming to Colt's birthday party, and—you know—actually being nice for once. Just don't be a dickwad. Or an asshole. Or any sort of thing that you usually are on a normal day."

"I think the saying is 'always be yourself'," he deadpanned.

"That absolutely doesn't apply here."

"Smartass."

Parker nudged him in the shoulder with an exasperated look. "Come on! What else are you going to do? Do some irresponsible spending and buy everyone a round of drinks. I bet they'll think differently of you after everybody is a few beers in."

Tom didn't seem too convinced with her logic. "Crashing his birthday party doesn't seem the best way to get on Colt's good side. I didn't even know it was his birthday."

"Now you do," she shrugged, as if it wasn't a big deal. And—well—her brother was probably going to bitch about Tom's presence at the party, but Parker also believed that after a few shots of liquor, everyone would get over the issue fairly quick. Not to mention the party itself was designed for stress relief. Bringing Tom may actually make the night. With a conniving wiggle of her brows, Parker tried again. "I know for a fact that there's room for one more. Jody and I planned the whole thing together, and if she's allowed a plus-one, so am I. Jean Claude can even come. Colt loves dogs."

Tom seemed to sway a little further with her reasoning, and with a slow nod, he finally agreed. He certainly didn't look happy about it though.

Parker punched the air. Oh, Colt is going to love this.

"Awesome! Give me a minute to lock up, and then we can go."

"Fine," he huffed, not too unlike that of a sulky toddler. "But I'm driving."

Parker smiled. Her car was a piece of shit that barely worked on a good day. She was going to insist he drive in the first place. Plus, now, she could get really drunk.

"Fine by me," was all she said, not eager to give away that piece of information just yet. "Just promise me you won't be an asshole. I won't be able to keep my reputation of favorite sister if you ruin the night."

"I'm not going to ruin the night," he snarked with a petulant glare. Parker shrugged, grabbing her things, as he asked, "...wait, I thought you were his only sister?"

"Exactly. Now, come on, I want to get there before they start assigning teams."

The bell rang as she stepped outside, Jean Claude trotting with her, and Tom hesitated for a brief moment before what she said caught up to him.

"Wait," he called, jogging after her. "What do you mean teams?"

---

Tom's presence did not go unnoticed. In fact, it had taken a mere three minutes before Jody was elbowing her to the side, a stern, disbelieving look furrowing her brows. She had let it go in a huff, however, when Parker pointed out that Tom had promised to be on his best behavior, as well as promised to buy the first round of drinks once the game was over.

That had been a lie, of course, but she supposed she could deal with that tantrum later.

Colt, on the other hand, hadn't been so easily placated, and as the twenty odd players stood in a circle, listening to the instructor drone on about safety, he weaseled next to her with a glare.

"I can't believe you brought Ryder," he hissed for the third time that night, hot breath on her face. She would have shoved him away if the instructor hadn't already reprimanded then twice for being distracting. "I mean, seriously Park, I can't stand the guy."

"Oh, really? I couldn't tell."

"Really!"

"Well, I'm sorry," she shrugged, although the apology was half-hearted at best, and Colt seemed to know this as he narrowed his eyes at her irritably. She huffed. "What was I supposed to do? Leave him behind?"

"Yes," Colt whisper-yelled. Dan glanced over his shoulder at the pair, and in perfect Seavers' sibling unison, they plastered fake smiles onto their faces with a friendly wave. He shook his head at them, but likely didn't think they were worth whatever trouble they caused, and faced forward once more. "That's exactly what you should have done!"

"It's not that easy," she argued, hissing as well. "He looked so sad! Like a little abandoned puppy dog that had just been kicked. It was a moment of weakness!"

"Oh, really?" Colt drawled. Together, they glanced over at Tom to find him ignoring everyone in the group with his head stuck in his phone. When a fly buzzed too close, he swatted at it with an icy glare. "That? You couldn't say no to that?"

"I said I was sorry!"

Parker's voice hitched higher than she intended, and the instructor paused in his speech to glare at the duo. She gave him a weak smile in return, mouthing, a guilty, sorry!

The man only got two words back into his speech, however, before Colt started whining again.

"Look, I'm totally stoked about the surprise party, okay? You did a stand-up job on it and the guest list. So how could you fuck it all up so close to the finish line?"

"What the hell does that even mean?" she asked in bewilderment. Parker shook her head. "Seriously, you need to update your sayings."

"Update my—?" Colt bit off a groan, pinching the bridge of his nose to take a long, overdrawn breath. "Why was he even at your bookstore? Since when did you two become friends? What happened to the whole—asshole, asshole, asshole—bit you had going on?"

"I still think he's an asshole," she shot back. But, well, when she caught Tom's gaze across the grass, she faltered. Did she think he was an asshole at his core? Or had he simply become someone she was beginning to understand—a dog that lashed out when someone got too close? Parker rubbed circles into her temple. "And we're not friends. And, even if we were, you have no one to blame but yourself."

"Myself?" he echoed in disbelief. "What do I have to do with this?"

"You're the one that gave him my phone number."

Colt snorted, shaking his head at her. "Fat chance of that," he said. Parker, thinking he was joking at first, fell silent when he caught the look in his eye. But, if Colt hadn't given Tom her phone number, then who had? she wondered, mentally counting down the list of people it could have possibly been.

Bigger fish to fry, she reminded herself when the list made her go cross-eyed.

"Whatever. We're not friends or buddies or whatever you think we are, so you can stop worrying about that."

Colt snorted. "Oh, sure you're not. He just happens to hang out around your bookshop and you share recommendations and, oh yeah! You bring him as a plus-one to my birthday party!"

Parker scowled. "I made the guest list, I think I have a right to bring someone along with."

"Sure, someone. Not Jaws over there."

She frowned at him, thrown off by the random insult. "Jaws?" she echoed, crinkling her nose distastefully. "What does a shark have to do with this?"

Colt sighed. "No, not the shark, the James Bond villain."

"That's a stupid name for a villain."

"I didn't write the damn thing."

"Okay, well, maybe he has the arrogance of a James Bond villain, but at least pick one from this century."

"Silva?"

"Nah. Whose the the one with the weird eye?"

Colt hummed thoughtfully, gaze darting over towards Tom. "Le Chiffre?"

Parker snapped her fingers and pointed at him. "That one!"

"Yeah, alright, I'll give you that," he conceded, nodding. "He does give off Bond villain vibes with the sunglasses and hair-do."

"Right? Oh you should have seen these glasses he was wearing last time. They were huge, and yellow tinted; like Tony Stark would wear. They were so ridiculous."

Colt snickered for a moment, enjoying mocking Tom with his sister, before realizing that he was currently mad at her. He threw his head back with a subtle groan. "Stop doing that! I'm still mad at you!"

Parker gave her brother a blithe look. "I think you're looking at this all wrong."

"Wrong? What other way should I look at it?" he snarked. "With my eyes closed?"

Resisting the urge to smack him, Parker instead gestured to their instructor, the paintball gun in his hand, and then towards Tom. "You literally get the chance to chase down and shoot, Tom Ryder, bane of your existence or whatever. Shoot him. Think about all the welts and whining and, maybe, if you're lucky, the tears you can get out of this experience. Legally. Without getting fired or arrested. What's better than that, huh? It's your very own personal rage room."

Colt considered all of that silently. He swept his gaze from the large pile of paintball guns set off to the side, to the acres of arena in front of them with inflatable obstacles, and then to his blonde alter-ego sulking at the edge of the group.

He slung an arm around Parker's shoulder with the boyish grin. "Have I ever told you how much I love you?"

Parker snorted, amused by his mood swings. "Not nearly enough. It's all Jody this, and Jody that anymore."

Jody, having finished listening to the instructor's demonstration, peered around Colt's shoulder to blink at the siblings. "What about me?"

Colt and Parker shared a silent look.

"Nothing," she said, whilst he cooed, "just talking about how pretty you are."

Jody blushed a bright rouge instantly, and Colt obviously took pleasure in that when he slung his other arm around her shoulder. Taking a deep breath, he let out a happy sigh. "My two ladies. Paintball. The smell of tears and blood on the horizon. What better way to spend a birthday?"

Parker glanced at Jody, expecting her to roll her eyes, but the camerawoman instead just smiled with something soft in her eyes.

Parker responded by wiggling out of Colt's reach. "Ew, blegh, that's disgusting. They say cooties are contagious you know."

"What on Earth are cooties?" Jody asked.

"An STD," Colt replied, only half joking, and though Jody appeared mildly disturbed by his joke, Parker had known her brother long enough to appreciate his odd ball sense of humor. "And they're not contagious if you have a shot."

Jody, not wanting to know if he was serious or not, let it go as the group slowly filed forward to get their guns, face masks, and coveralls. They followed shortly after, snickering like kids the entire way through.

In the end, Colt and Jody both got white, while Parker and Tom were given black ones.

Karma, she supposed, is that she wouldn't be able to shoot the asshole after all.

"Somehow, this is a step up for your usual clothes," said asshole chirped, pinching the baggy material hanging at her waist between his forefinger and thumb. Parker swatted him away, only for Jean Claude to bark at her. "Easy, you want to get taken down before the game even starts?"

"Please, you're lucky we're on the same team," Parker teased. He didn't seem to buy it if the blithe look he shot her was anything to go by, and she huffed at him. "I bet I could have gotten the first hit on you if we weren't on the same team. I have mad skills at paintball, Ryder. Seal Team Six type stuff., you don't even know."

Tom rolled his eyes at the same time that Colt reappeared, face mask propped on the top of his head, looking just a tad too comfortable in his onesie. Jody and Dan flanked him, and Parker didn't like their smiles one bit.

"What?" she asked.

"You suck at paintball," Colt egged. "Remember Tallahassee? You were covered in welts for weeks!"

Tom snorted, and Parker considered him the greater threat considering the fact he was standing closer to her than Colt was. She glared at him to state, "I'm not joking. I could literally take you out. Any of you," she added with a stern point of the finger sweeping through the group. "All of you!"

Not a single person believed her.

Tom went so far as to snicker at her. "I don't buy that. for a second. You're a total klutz."

She gasped. "Am not!"

Colt raised a hand. "Are too. Remember when you broke your ankle trying to play hopscotch?"

"Just—stay out of this!"

He did not, in fact, stay out of it. "What was it you said, Park? Cause and effect? You suck at sports, and the effect of that, is you're about to go down on the course."

She blew a rather wet raspberry at her brother. "Please, if you and Tom were on the same team, I would smoke both of you."

They bickered for a moment, amusing some, but boring Tom, and the A-lister broke up their argument with a long-weary sigh. "Oi! Whose to say either of you could get a shot on me?" he taunted.

The siblings turned to face him.

"Is that a challenge?" Parker asked, hands planted on her hips, whilst Colt raised his brows.

Tom shrugged, unconcerned.

"In fact, I bet I'll make it a whole round without getting shot once," Tom tacked on, ego puffing his chest out as he smirked at the group standing around. Dan rolled his eyes, while Jody coughed into her hand to hide an obvious laugh at his showboating. "I'm serious. First one to hit me gets five hundred dollars—"

Thwack! Thwack!

Tom gaped at his chest, now dotted with one yellow and one blue splatter. Parker and Colt stood in front of him, guns still smoking, and while his eyes widened in anger, the pair of siblings were more concerned with claiming the prize to notice.

"First!" Colt cried.

"What? No fucking way," Parker argued. She waved at the yellow paint splatter haphazardly, almost taking out Jody as she did so. "I was so first. Tom! Tell him!"

Tom, now even more unamused by their bickering, blinked in wide-eyed disbelief at them both. "Are you fucking serious?" he shouted. "The game didn't even start yet!"

"But you just said—"

"I meant during a match. Christ, Parker, we're on the same team," he blustered, attempting to wipe off the paint, but only managing to smear it further down his chest like a bad Jackson Pollock painting. "Fuck!"

Colt, sensing a blow-out was coming, swung his gun behind his back with a wide eyed, innocent look. "Hey man, it was all her," he started. "Totally uncool. And immature. And, really, if you need me to smack her around a little after this I totally can."

Tom glared at Colt, effectively shutting him up in seconds, before turning to Parker. Everyone watched in baited breath, nervous what he might do, and while Parker hadn't been on set long enough to know what his meltdowns looked like, the ones most familiar with Tom were left stunned by his reaction.

Or, really, how utterly tame this one was to the hundred others they had seen.

"Are you happy now?" he asked.

Parker hemmed and hawed for a moment before deciding that honesty was the best policy. "I mean, I'd be happier if you gave me my five hundred dollars."

"I'm not paying you shit."

"Oh, come on," she rolled her eyes, popping a hip as she did so. "It's not like you're cash poor or anything. You're just upset that I shot you."

Tom gaped at her in disbelief. "No shit!"

Parker, shifting her gun over her shoulder, waved the other at him blithely. "You'll get over it once the game starts. It's—heh—surprisingly therapeutic."

"Shooting me is therapeutic?"

She paused, caught up in her own statement. "Er, well, not you exactly. Just someone, in general, you know." Parker swallowed when Tom continued to stare at her. Awkwardly, she laughed. "Just... wait till you get out there, and you'll see."

Tom remained silent, blinking at her for a long, tense, moment before he rolled his eyes with a heavy sigh. And—

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

His gun went off before anyone could stop him, and Parker gaped at the trio of yellow paint that was now splattered across her chest. "Fucking ow!"

Tom smirked at her, blowing the muzzle of his gun for extra flare, before swinging it over his shoulder. "Huh. I guess you're right. I do feel better."

"Asshole!"

"Yeah, well, takes one to know one, right?" he snarked.

And—oh.

She could kill him. Really, seriously kill him.

But, well, the longer she stared at him and he stared at her, eyebrow cocked and a daring smirk in place, Parker realized above the hatred simmering in her chest, she felt something kindred and wanting flutter like butterflies. Something amused by the curve of his smirk, flushed by the scorching burn of his gaze, and—dare she think—understanding at the retaliatory strike. She had, afterall, shot first.

He had only lowered himself to her level; played by her rules.

And with a strong suspicion that Tom Ryder wasn't so much an asshole as he was just looking for someone to understand him, Parker's only response to that was to throw her head back and howl in laughter.

Despite this, no one else moved for a long moment, too busy darting their gazes between Parker and Tom in case they needed to intervene, but in an even more surprising turn of events, he laughed as well. Not so outright, and not nearly as loud, but he did. Prompted by his positive reaction, it wasn't long before Colt started to laugh, and then Jody, and then suddenly everyone was knelt at the waist in laughter.

It wasn't until their instructor honked a blow horn at them, none too amused with the pre-game warfare, that they calmed down. He honked the horn a second time at Parker and Tom, threatening to kick them out if they kept breaking the rules, and while they managed to stay straight-faced, the moment he turned his back on the group, they shared matching grins.

Maybe, she thought as they got into place, it hadn't been such a bad idea to bring him along.

And maybe, her brother thought at the exact same time, Parker and Tom being friends wasn't the end of the world.

[dearabby1990]

Chapter 36: Forever & a day

The drive back to yours felt longer then usual you dozed off sometime during the drive only to be woken up by the car hitting an odd amount of bumps in the road. You don’t remember there being many potholes on the way home from previous drives around town. You slowly raise your head to look out the window & take in your surroundings noticing you’re nowhere near home with the amount of trees you see & the dirt road you’re currently cruising down. “Uh Gareth where the hell are we going?.. what happened you finally got sick of me now you’re gonna murder me or something ahaha” trying to make light of what’s happening because you’re extremely confused “No Jame I’m not gonna murder you ya nut hahahaha it’s a surprise though & I’m not allowed to say but I will tell you that you’re gonna love it & that’s all I’m saying & nothing more” you start to get excited but still have that nervous feeling twisting around in gut like a swarm of butterflies claimed shelter inside of you. Gareth makes a sharp right down a small dirt trail & you start to realize you’re near you & eddies special spot it’s in the woods near the school but also close enough to the lake & then you see it. The twinkling of fairy lights & the burning of several candles & there he stands next to the table your love dressed so handsomely. Hair done to perfection a maroon button up black slacks new black converse & two bouquets of flowers with a million dollar smile. Gareth turns his head to you & takes your hand for a moment “Jame we’ve been friends since we were literally in diapers & me & Eddie are best friends blood buddies hellfire for life, you’ve both had a hell of a ride so far in life & there’s no two other people I root for then you & Ed. You both deserve to be happy & I’m glad you both found that in each other now that being said go get your man & thanks for being the best sister figure I could ever ask for” your eyes fill with tears you peck him on the cheek “thank you for always being so sweet & supportive Gareth you have no idea how much me & Eddie appreciate you truly” one more peck & you hop out of the car & run into Eddie’s arms. You take in his cologne the smell invading your senses like a drug you just can’t get enough of “hey princess” Eddie whispers as he rubs small circle on your back “hello handsome” he leans back to take you in & hands you flowers “I know you love lily’s I just wasn’t sure what kind & I want this to be perfect & I wa-“ you cut him off in a kiss feeling him smile against your lips “Eddie they’re beautiful & I love all Lily’s this is perfect” you sway side to side holding them & smelling each of them & look up through your lashes at him as he gestures for you to sit at you & his special table all decorated & a picnic basket filled with foods that look like he made himself “Wayne helped with the food a bit I didn’t wanna burn the trailer down” he said chuckling putting everything on the table “Ed’s is all perfect thank you pretty boy” his cheeks a shade of red you’ve never seen before he takes out a bottle of wine “it’s a special occasion & I know you love your moscato” he pours you both a glass & you both sit & enjoy the chicken cacciatore that Wayne & Eddie made which is absolutely delicious not to mention Wayne made your favorite dessert peanut butter cake with chocolate buttercream after you made it for him once you gave him the recipe with promises not to share with a soul because it came from your mom’s cookbook she handmade you when you were 12. She was very family oriented & wanted me to have every family recipe for when she was no longer here. You still wonder what the special occasion is but don’t wanna push it you here funny noises coming through the trees it scares you at first until you notice Jeff Gareth & Freak come from the shadows with some of their band gear & then see Dustin Mike & Lucas. “Hey guys oh my I haven’t seen you boys in awhile you run up hugging the younger ones before heading back to Eddie. “love what’s going on?..” he smiles at you “you’ll see beautiful just you take a seat we got the rest”

The younger bunch came with wood pallets in hand making a mini makeshift stage for the boys to set up on Eddie sneaking glances at you shooting winks or blowing you kisses when you catch him. You sit patiently kicking your feet as you sit on the bench dustin comes & plops down next to you. “Uh yah know.. I know you haven’t been a part of our party very long but regardless you’ve been one of the best parts of it & we’re all so glad to have you, you’re like the sister we all so desperately wished for im an only child so all you’ve done for me.. for all of us I just wanted to say thanks & that we all love ya” you hug him tightly “what’s with today is this make Jamie cry day haha I love you guys too” he goes to leave but you grab his wrist & pull him towards you to whisper “just so you know you’re my favorite don’t tell anyone” you wink at him & he gives you that Henderson megawatt smile & heads off toward the guys. The guys are all set & Eddie grabs the wireless mic “Tonight is gonna be one for the books not just for corroded coffin but for me & this beautiful vixen right here I love you sweetheart & hope to spend the rest of my life showing just how much I truly do so this is for you” Eddie’s fingers start to glide across the strings as they begin playing “Heaven” by Warrant your heart clenches eyes filling with tears he doesn’t take his eyes off of you until he feels the lyrics closing his eyes pouring his soul into it like the most perfect work of Art 🎼”I don’t need to be the king of the world as long as I’m a hero of this little girl… Heaven isn’t too far away… Closer to it everyday…No matter what your friends might say… How I love the way you move.. & the sparkle in your eyes… There’s a color deep inside them like blue suburban sky.. When I come home late at night And you're in bed asleep I wrap my arms around you So I can feel you breathe… I don’t need to be a Superman.. As long as you will always be my biggest fan… Heaven isn’t too far away… Closer to it everyday!!.. No matter what your friends might say… We’ll find our way!!”🎼 totally captivated by him as he by you the song starts to dwindle down & Eddie clears his throat before stepping closer to where you’re sitting “Sweetheart I just want you to know that everyday with you is like heaven, you have no idea how much light you’ve shined on my dark & twisted life. Before you I never believed in love or soulmates or any of that shit but the moment I laid eyes on you it was electrifying I just can’t explain it it’s like the voice in my head was just telling me to look over where you were & I felt this pull a magnetic energy drawing me towards you & then the first time I got to kiss you I knew for sure my soul found so desperately what it was looking for I’ve been with girls before you & none of them have made me feel the way you do. I feel like we’re destined for each other like we had one another in another life or time or space. Being with you feels like home to me you are home & if I didn’t have you I just know I wouldn’t be able to survive it my heart is yours eternally & what I wanted to ask is if you’ll have me for the rest of our lives” you’re hysterical shaking & sobbing Eddie steps off the pallets & kneels down on one knee in front of you “Ed’s?” He takes your hand all the boys are standing behind Eddie dustin & Lucas are crying & you hear a sniffle from behind you only to see Steve,Robin, Nancy & Jonathan smiling at the both of you “You’re it for me there’s no where else I’d rather be then wrapped up in you grow old with you our souls finally intertwined in the way the universe intended… Jamie Antoinette Baker.. would you do me the honor of being my wife?” Your breath hitches & you nod like a mad woman “YES!!” He quickly slides the ring onto your finger & engulfs you into a hug spinning you around to the point you start feeling dizzy. Everyone around you yelling & whistling. Dustin is full on sobbing along with Robin being surrounded by all your favorite faces the people you now call family life is starting to become something you’ve never thought it’d be

[genderfluidgothwitch]

Yooooo you and I have A LOT in common if your bio is anything to go by! Anyway! I saw you reblog the ask/pelt me with rocks post, so i decided to send you an ask!

As a fellow witch, I'm curious, could you share a little about your practise? 🥰

I am an eclectic lunar witch. I primarily worship the moon (just call me Clefairy), moon deities, and hag deities. My practise involves divination via dowsing and tarot, candle magic, spell work, meditation, grounding, connection with nature and mother earth 💛

[I wasn't ignoring you all day, I promise, you just caught me right as I was leaving for work and I wanted to make sure I had the time to give you a proper answer]

First off, haiiiiiiii! Welcome to the chaos! Thank you for pelting me with rocks, I love being pelted with rocks, especially when they are pretty rocks!

My practice, wow. Okay, so, I've been practicing for 5-6 years now. There wasn't ever really an "official" start time for me, it was something I sort of grew into, rather than deciding it was what I wanted to do. My practice is also pretty eclectic, but it's very nature oriented. My two main elements are water and earth, and as such I do some weather work, some greencraft, and I am lucky enough to live near the ocean so I do a LOT of work with the ocean. I also love the moon and nighttime. I'm actually nocturnal naturally, but unfortunately, due to the aforementioned job, I'm no longer able to do that. My main Deity is Nyx, but I'm a Hellenic polytheist. I also worship Gaia as Mother Nature. I don't do too much in the way of divination, it's not really something that called to me, but I do use a pendulum to find lost objects when need be, but I also have a freaky innate ability to find lost things, even when they're in highly illogical places.

Another thing I do a lot is what I have dubbed Arts and Witch Crafts. I'm an artist and crafter, and frequently it will intermingle with my craft, and vice versa. As such, my witchy projects tend to incorporate several different elements. I'll use knot magic when I crochet, I'll add jewelry charms to a spell bottle, I'll make something handmade for my altar or craft space. To me, it all goes hand in hand, just because I'm naturally a jack of all trades. Everything I do is of my own creation, I very rarely do anything considered "traditional" of witchcraft. I once made a spell into a wrap bracelet, meant for sweet dreams (I have since dismantled and used the elements for other purposes, but that's too much to get into here lol). I have a very aesthetically pleasing Spirit of the Sea jar on my altar (or close to it, I can't exactly get to my altar rn cuz my room is a mess) that I made a couple weeks ago. I'm making a crochet wisteria garland for one of my friends for her to hand over her bed, and ideally it'll 1) protect her space and 2) help with her anxiety. Wisteria is one of her favorite flowers, which is why I'm doing that instead of something like lavender.

[friend if you are reading this post and recognize yourself, yes, I really am doing this, no, you can't stop me, and no, I will not accept payment, even in the form of weed. I've been wanting to do this for a while, and you deserve nice things]

I'm a queer crafting pagan stoner witch. Thats about as succinct as I can make it lol. Anything extra is just for fun.

[the-one-who-lambs]

Hello: I CURSE YOU WITH A PART OF A STORY I WROTE

Please rate it, and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️

Everyone was celebrating, festivity on their faces, bodies and smiles. Narinder was near Lira, who was so breathtaking, The garment reached the floor, her dress was see-through on her sleeves, on her chest, was the Moon, scarlet as blood, scarlet as Death… her face was hidden by a veil, no not the string ones, the one which is made of silk, black to symbolise the pitch black sky. Narinder was simple, yet elegant. He wore the same veil, and his smile was everything. It was the first time he ever smiled apart from reuniting with Lira. He wore a shirt, which stopped at his thigh, and he didn’t wear the original shorts which came with that garment, (I guess he was pretty insecure of his legs, due to them being black and badly scarred.) instead he wore a loose type of trousers which reached his ankle. White with red and black splashed for accents, it suits him, as before he was thrown from the throne of Death, his arms were black and skeletal, he did wear a white robe which had some scarlet blood splashed in a vast line. Baal and Aym were identical, except Baal’s trousers had a deep blue accent, and Aym’s base trousers were black. I walked over to them, and for the first time, Lira did not stammer, and her smile was graceful, ‘You look stunning,’ I said to her, a loving tone to my voice (did not expect that) she blushed softly, and said, ‘It was handmade by Father, so credits to him.’ Narinder waved, I rose a hand to let him know I caught it. He mouthed, ‘Can you two just kiss already?’ I looked at him with the ‘After that lemme kill you please’ and smirked. He suppressed a snort of laughter. Baal was smiling broadly, I tried to get into his mind, ‘Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, at least just hold hands uaghhhh.’ Inhale, walked up to Baal, who was looking at me confused, and I swung my arm to let it smack him, blood was running down his chin. ‘Damn, next time do that to Lira’s… you know.’ I snickered. We both burst into a fit of laughter, ‘Awh hell nah!’ I laughed, coughing. ‘You know that…’ I turned left and right to see if anyone is eavesdropping. No one is. I turned back and said in a very low voice, ‘I’m planning on doing the Dance of Death again. I’ll pick her again.’ ‘You are joking.’ Baal hissed. ‘Nah. I’m not.’ I smiled. ‘That’ll be a lesson to those bitches.’ I smirked. ‘Especially her.’

‘Yes, you’re going good Nari.’ I nod my head, as Narinder finishes the ritual.

We’re inside the Temple, 2 hours before the final Dance of Death, the Temple is silent, the scarlet Camellia on sage green vines, the soft light tinted red by the glass. It was my comfort place, I was able to be me here. Not the serious Lambert you’d expect, I was able to be the average 17-year-old who never had fun for years, and yearned to be silly, just for a second. I was the Lambert Henokai-Dazumto I used to be before my years as a vessel.

He makes sure the pentagram is properly drawn on the floor, no faded bits, he’s making his way, adjusting the skulls, the candle flames dancing, he straightens, and as his three eyes glow a scarlet red, he screams the incantation, arms raised lie, he’s summoning, the sign of Death, the eye, and pentagram around the eye sparkling above him, like a red constellation in the night sky. ’Blood, skulls and light! Rise the Blood Moon! Let the sacred Lamb banish the tormented souls! Let him free them from the cold grasp of Purgatory! Rise, glow, breathe, banish the souls!’ I hear the sound of a church bell, ringing, and the horrible sound of a chain scraping metal. Silence takes its toll. I whisper, ‘You did it Rin.’ Narinder seemed pleased with himself, and Baal bursts into the Temple, he screams, ‘You did it!’ I smile, ‘I didn’t do it, he did it.’ He looked at me, a warm look on his face, my heart glowed for a second, thinking that he really accepted me like a son. But his face fell cold as he saw some Followers, ‘Mind your buisness!’ He coldly snarled. They jumped and ran away. I hear his thought rummaging in his head, ‘God dammit! Why won’t these runts stop poking their noses in my business? I’m the same as them!’ I sigh, ‘Narinder, ignore them, they used to do the same to me.’ Narinder left, still glowering at the ajar door.

It’s the hour, Dance of Death. I roll it off with a sermon about the Blood Moon to the Followers, and I can’t help but look at Lira, looking at her so breathtaking, the Moon on her chest sparkling like a ruby, her grey gaze so warm and intent, and her small smile is like the broadest smile I ever laid my eyes upon. I inhale, my heart really pounding in my throat now, so painful, ‘Do it for her Lambert. Just for her, it’s not like it’s really the last Dance we danced.’ A voice in my head echoed. I exhale, just the slightest of my nervousness. As I walk to Lira, the circle now forming, the Followers backing off, I feel Narinder’s eyes linger on me. As the nervousness mounts up, I exhale the slightest again, really, all of that turns into confidence as I dance. I reach Lira, I hear the Serenade in my head, I say to her, ‘Lira, shall we?’ I hide my hand behind my back, extending a hand for her to hold, she looks at my extended hand with shock, as though she was looking at a ring I was proposing to her. She extends her hand, and grabs it, and I feel the surrounding fade from us.

It was just us, in that dome, another practice. I inhale all the desired breath I need, and let all my emotion sleep. I was smiling at the Lost Disciple, I was dancing with her, it was just Death’s Daughter. I start the serenade, as Lira’s sparkling eyes, shine brighter like a diamond. I start the Serenade, some sort of music starting in my head, ‘The Blood Moon rises, high from our heads. The festival of Death, rings out laughter. As I look into the sky, all I see, all I see. Is the Lost Disciple, hanging in chains. The clinking chains of sacred iron, clink between the sacred Seal. As I pray and hope to the stars, the Blood Moon keeps on, shining the sacred Blood Moon light!’ Lira starts to join in, her voice so graceful and beautiful. I continue to serenade her, as she sings, I sing too, ‘Through the woods, lays the stone splashed with blood, the Last Ram’s blood, shed on the ground. As the Blood Moon sings, the serenade of Death. All praise the Lamb, conduit to power.’ We continue to sing, not even knowing our dancing is fully controlled by the enchanted Moon. As I hit the last note, everyone starts screaming of joy, our eyes were closed, I open them, and there was Lira, balancing on one heel, her hip held by my hand. Her hand was interlocking with my free hand, and another hand was on my shoulder.

We pack the last of the ritual, and as Lira is settled down by Baal, who was caressing her head, Narinder says to me, ‘How was the feel? The feel of the Dance?’ I have absolutely no words on how to say it felt, I just wanted to burst out every single word about it. But I just said, ‘It was better than you’d imagine it would feel.’ Baal asked Lira the same question. She said, ‘It was more than perfect. It felt like a dream.’

Now I’m so ready to faint.

This is not a curse, this is so exciting! Sharing your writing is a vulnerable act, and I'm honored that you decided to trust me with this.

Some feedback is below!

This is probably kind of a nitpicky thing for some people, but... the lack of using Oxford comma is the first thing I noticed. If you have three things in a list, put a comma after the second one! For example, rather than "faces, bodies and smiles" I would say "faces, bodies, and smiles."

Who is Lira? I assume your lamb? Establish who characters are when you first introduce them. However, if there's an introduction to them earlier than this scene, this isn't something you have to worry about!

Your description of the clothing everyone wears is so vivid. Well done!

Related: Who is "I"? The POV seems to be third person until this "I" narrator is introduced.

Remember TiP ToP for paragraphs. Start a new paragraph every time you switch to a new time, person, topic, or place. This does include dialogue, so every time a different person speaks/acts should signal the start of a new paragraph. It might seem strange to do at first, but it's more inviting to your reader than a wall of text! It'll make who does/says what easier to follow.

Some of your verbs are past tense and some are present tense. Go ahead and just pick one.

The dialogue, especially surrounding the ritual, sounds so mysterious and mystical. Great job at conveying the tone!

This is very well done overall. Please tag me when you post the full story! I'm excited to read!

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Motley Crue Christmas 2022

After GnR, week 2 is about our Crue. I tried to write some stories here too :)

Tommy Lee: Naughy Elf

You were brushing your teeth, when you felt a pair of eyes on you. Quickly you turned around to find a little elf hanging from the towel holder.

“Tommy? What did I tell you about these elfs?” You groaned.

“I’m not Tommy. I’m the evil elf!” A voice said, coming from the bedroom near the bathroom. It was clearly Tommy’s.

“I know you put this elf here, he’s naked!”

He chuckled and quickly joined you in the bathroom. This Christmas season Tommy decided to do “elf on the shelf” but in his own way : continuous 18+ jumpscares of elfs naked, doing gross things or having “elf sex” ( Tommy’s words).

“Did you like it tho?” He nudged you.

“I hate how you manage to make them so funny. Next time I’d rather have you give me a good morning than the elf.” You hugged him.

“Dressed up as an elf, got it!”

“No Tommy, I didn’t meant that!”

Nikki Sixx : Bubble bath and candles

The sound of the falling rain mixed with the softly music playing from the speakers.

Nikki had you in a secure grip as you both let the warm water embrace you. The candles you put on the bathtub were bright enough to let you look at Nikki’s calm expression.

“I forgot last time I felt this relaxed.” He whispered. 

You couldn’t blame him, touring for a whole year was exhausting.

“Do you remember our first bath together?” You said, still blushing at the bittersweet memory.

“I faintly remember your body against mine, you washing my hair and it was in winter?” 

“Pretty much. You were a dirty fucker, I forced you in the bathtube with the promise of a kiss and I washed your hair. It was  last year, around  Christmas, a week or so before...” You didn’t finish your sentence.

 As much as you loved rembering the first time you kissed Nikki, you couldn’t forget what happened after, how he died and was brought back to life. Neither could Nikki, as he went to hug you closer.

“I’m here now. We will spend this Christmas together, you will still wash me but I got to hold you now and repay the favor.” He kissed the top of your head.

This Christmas would have been different.

Mick Mars: Christmas night in

You couldn’t help but smile at the sight in front of you : Mick was almost hiding under the huge christmas blanket you loved so much. He spent most of the time despising it and calling you a “holiday addict”, but the table turned.

“Didn’t you hate this blanket?” You teased him.

“Look, I have to endure a christmas movie plus some hot cocoa. At least I want to be warm and give my back a break.” He replied, in his fake angry tone that you learned to pick up.

“First we will see the Grinch and you like that movie. Second I made coffee with a bit of chocolate so you will like it more. And lastly, admit you like the blanket.”

“It does its purpose but it’s annoyingly red and it has stupid reindeers on it.” He answered you.

“Fine, lie to yourself. I’m going to bring the coffee here, why don’t you put the movie on.” You said, going to the kitchen.

You came back with a tray, two hot coffee and some snacks in it, while Mick was waiting for you.

“I thought you wanted to hang out with your friends. Didn’t they invite you to a party?” 

“Yeah, but I love nights in. And I have everything I want right now : a cozy blanket, hot coffee and my Grinch.” You reassured him, getting under the blanket.

Mick rolled his eyes and started the movie, but you swore you saw a small smile forming on his face.

Vince Neil: Angel

“Guess what I found at the store!” You said as soon as you opened the door.

“ Christmas ornaments? Since you went for those?” Vince answered, looking from the TV to you.

“Right, but I found the perfect one. C’mon, open it!” You took out a small envelope and handed it to Vince. 

The blond slowly moved the paper away to show a beautiful ornamental angel. It has blond hair and white wings, some gold details and it was clear it was made by hand.

“Wow, you can tell this was handmade, it must have costed you so much.” Vince commented.

“Not at all, I found it in a thrift shop, they totally undervalued it. But that’s not the point. Didn’t you notice something?” You asked again.

“Ehm... no?”

“It looks like you!” You admitted.

“No, it doesn’t!” Vince retorted.

“Yes, it does : blond hair, sweet eyes, dressed in white, high maintenance. That’s you!” You explained.

“Calling me an angel, out of all people, it’s silly and you are wrong. I ain’t this angel thing.”

You stared at him for a second, trying to find the best comeback possible.

“If you don’t want an angel, we can always put a Barbie in there, near my heart shaped ball, to rappresent you.” You smirked.

“Fine, I’ll be the angel. But I’m also the devil you corrupted you!”

[litanyforlove]

Handmade (2023 Draft)

People tell me sometimes that Frankenstein isn't the name of the monster, that Frankenstein is the mad scientist's name but to that I say: Damn near everyone ever born has got their father's last name, so. The monster is a Frankenstein, too. Frankenstein the monster hides in the hay loft at the edge of town having just run away from home a week after his creation day. Outside of the city in the countryside, it is the first time he has ever experienced absolute silence. For the first time, he can hear the blood rushing in his body. He imagines how it rushes and careens about inside him like bats dive bombing, Turning in sharp angles up and down again. He imagines what the thud in his chest must be Like a bellows heating a forge. A month after his creation, Frankenstein holds a pen for the first time. In his large, cracked, rude hands, the tool feels too small. He feels big for the first time. He wonders why he knows how to make letters and on paper white as driven snow, Frankenstein writes them for the first time: Y. Y Y Y Y Y ? But he doesn't know his father sketched his hands in fevered dreaming, stitching them elegantly, made to be so good at grabbing and gripping and pressing and pulling . Frankenstein takes his first first job. He's a sailor. Nobody asks him questions about his past They just clap him on his cold shoulders when he lifts the heaviest load, When he has the widest shoulders, The biggest, strongest hands, He volunteers to keep the ship's log so that every time he signs an entry he gets to feel like somebody. Frankenstein's first kiss is in a rainstorm. His date whispers in his ear that he is so warm. She says that she can feel his heart beating. He cries. Frankenstein is always crying. But this time, with water pouring down all around, no one knows. When Frankenstein is naked with another person for the first time, It is obvious that he has cadaver stitching. When he is asked about them, He asks only: Do you remember how you got every one of your scars? Exactly one time, someone falls in love with Frankenstein. It's on his birthday. They choose the day together, looking back through his journals to find the first entry. She bakes him a cake. When the candles are cold, she finally asks the question he's been dreading: Really though, How did you get those scars? And he turned to her, a soft smile on his bloated face and said: I was hand made.

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Handicraft Marketplaces: Where to Find Antique Home Decor Items?

As a means of capturing the essence of human creativity, handicrafts have always played an integral role. The demand for unique and handcrafted items is on the rise in an era when mass production dominates the retail industry. Today, many consumers prefer to buy home decor online rather than visiting physical stores. You'll find everything you need at handicraft marketplaces if you're looking to spruce up your home with a bit of authenticity. Here is a guide to finding antique, handcrafted home decor and where to find it.

Dive into the Handicraft Shop World

When one thinks of Home Décor Items, the first thing that might come to mind is the local Handicraft Shop. You are immediately drawn to the stories of artisans who have passionately crafted each piece, surrounded by crafts from remote corners of the globe. From a beautiful laddu gopal jhula, reminiscent of India's rich cultural tapestry, to the detailed hanuman idol, every handicraft tells a story.

Modern Ways to Access Traditional Crafts

If strolling around in a market isn't quite your style, or if you’re questioning, "Where is a handicraft shop near me?", worry not! Kalagram, an online shopping platform, brings the market right to your doorstep thanks to the evolution of online shopping. When you buy home decor online, especially on handicraft platforms, you often see handpicked items that are curated by the seller. This makes finding Decorative Items for Home Online a breeze.

Diverse Range to Adorn Your Living Space

Home Decor Items Online isn’t limited to just statues or wall hangings. The range of products is diverse:

Living Room Ideas

Whether it's handcrafted carpets, bamboo lampshades, or intricately painted vases, there's something for everyone. Your living space can be effortlessly elevated.

Bedroom Decoration Items

The handcrafted quits, embroidered cushions and Nicely carved wooden side tables not only decorate the room, but they also tell stories about the regions from which they come.

Functional Art

Would you have ever imagined that a Dry Fruit Box could be considered an art object? It is true that even a box can be transformed into a canvas of creativity by a skilled artisan.

Festival Special

As festivals approach, homes in India undergo a makeover. Handmade Diwali Decoration Items become sought after. There is a strong focus on handmade items such as candles, lanterns, and rangoli designs.

Why Choose Handicraft Over Mass-Produced Items?

The warmth and personalization that handcrafted items bring to your home are hard to achieve with mass-produced goods. Buying a piece from a handicraft shop not only allows you to support artisans' livelihoods but also preserves traditional crafts. In addition to being elegant and timeless, art pieces can bring a room together. Having traditional Indian handicrafts in your office would be a wonderful way to support the arts community in this era of supporting Made in India products. A sophisticated art upgrade for your home office can be achieved using Traditional Handicrafts of India:

Stone-based Artworks

Stone artwork adds a calming feel to a room that many people prefer. Artwork made from stone adds just the right amount of character to the room without being too imposing. The space is made more sophisticated and elegant by it.

Weaved Artworks

The woven artwork is always unique because it is handmade and displays the artist's talents. The way these threads intertwine can be calming in tense situations because they demonstrate how different threads can be strategically woven together.

Metal-based Artworks 

Artwork made of metal exudes grandeur and can enhance the beauty of a space. Single metal artwork can usually tie the aesthetic of a room together in a way that multiple types of artwork cannot. Adding a rustic look to an office can add a sense of urbanity.

Clay Artworks

The presence of clay sculptures or art pieces in an otherwise modern space is aesthetically pleasing. In the room, it focuses attention on itself without overpowering any other elements. Their presence in a busy work environment can provide a reminder of nature. In addition to their usefulness as conversation starters, they can also be used to break the ice when you have company. 

Conclusion

Authenticity and handcraft are undeniably attractive in a world where authenticity is sought after. No matter where you shop, you should always select home decor that resonates with you and tells a story. Your personality and stories should be reflected in the world around you, you can check kalagram for more products and details.

Frequently Asked Questions

Q. Why should I buy from a handicraft marketplace instead of a regular online store?

A. Handcrafted items from marketplaces add authenticity to your home decor. Additionally, your purchase ensures that traditional crafts can continue to flourish by directly supporting artisans.

Q. How do I know if the home decor items online are genuinely handcrafted?

A. A reputable platform like Kalagram often offers information about the artisans, the manufacturing process, and the items' origin. The best way to get a better understanding of products is to read their descriptions and reviews.

Q. Can I find items for specific festivals like Diwali in a handicraft shop near me?

A. Absolutely! Diwali decorations and other festival decorations are in high demand as the festive season approaches.

Q. Are handicraft items more expensive than regular decor items?

A. Although some handicraft items are more expensive because of their complexity and labor, they are long-lasting and unique. Over time, their value may increase, both aesthetically and economically.

[dahstev]

SwampCon

I went to SwampCon on Sunday as this is my first-ever convention. I felt the atmosphere was lively, but Saturday was probably better since I had to miss it due to cramming for an exam which sucks. Overall, it was an enjoyable experience and the event showed how it brought the community together as a gemeinschaft from many different age groups and allowed people to freely express themselves in cosplay. There was no judgment at the convention, but when I had lunch in the Reitz Union food court, many passersby were looking at the cosplays. Not sure if they were interested or disgusted. Anyways, I saw families with parents bringing their children which shows their suppurative nature. Compared to many of the anime we watched in class, parents usually don’t agree and reject the idea of cosplaying in general. People went all out with cosplay such as characters from Naruto, Sailor Moon, Genshin Impact, and Chainsaw Man. Many of the outfits were elaborate, and I respect the amount of time and effort placed into an event. Since I’m not into anime to a large extent yet, I felt out of place when walking around while wearing a plain outfit.

In the Artist Alley and Vendors’ area, it was cool to see what they had to offer. The Artist Valley had handmade products, such as soaps and candles, and commissioners for art. There were many fan-made works, and this reminds me of the discussion on Genshiken about how cultural capital is made into official capital. This applies to the Vendor area as well where accumulated official capital allows them to continue cultural capital, a legitimate occupation. I felt that there was no fandom gatekeeping, as talked about in class, with everyone being open to discussing. This could be due to the smaller population of individuals into anime compared to urban cities where anime is prominent such as Japan. In the end, I had to prevent myself from buying things because they were expensive. But at the same time, there were other anime that I didn’t know what I was looking at half of the time. The next stop was the Maid Café at noon, and they were transitioning so everyone had to wait. After being seated, I got to strike up a conversation with random people at my table. I was hoping to expect more in terms of food, but cake and lemonade were sufficient since food was running out. There was a performance onstage that I didn’t know what the track was, but it seemed popular as many were cheering, and was interesting to watch. The last stop, where I spent most of my time, was in the VR room. I had a blast as this was my first time in a VR environment. The experience was immersive, and I came back multiple times for the different games they had to offer (escape room, zombies, archers). After a few rounds and back in the “real” world, I had to make sure the things I touch were physically there such as the handle rails for the stairs. It just shows how easily the mind can be manipulated. I can see why such people in SAO would enjoy MMORPG games despite the risk involved. VR is nowhere near the level of the NerveGear and I already have trouble separating the two environments.

I believe that SwampCon should be more public about the convention and promote it because I didn’t even know it was a thing at UF until this class. Even though I am fairly new to anime, I enjoyed it and will attend in the future.

^ Maid Cafe

^ A classmate from high school

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Is it challenging to start a teaching company?

When thinking of starting a teaching company, there are a few challenges that you must overcome. The brick and mortar business model demands a lot of energy and time, and it's not for the faint of heart. It takes more than money and energy to make a success of it, and you need to be passionate about your niche. It also depends on building long-term relationships with customers and word-of-mouth. If you are interested in tutoring, check out private tutoring near me.

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You can also make money online by selling your own handmade products. If you're artistic, you can create and sell educational toys or posters. You can also design print-on-demand products, such as candles or bath bombs. Many teachers also have strong organizational skills, so you can offer these services to other teachers or start your own brand.

Finding a teaching niche

One of the main challenges of starting a teaching company is to find a teaching niche. Although teachers are naturally skilled at teaching, there may be certain topics or skills that they are particularly good at. However, many teachers are unsure of which skills they should specialise in.

The first step to finding a teaching niche is to identify a need within that area. This will help you find the areas where there is most need. Once you've identified a need, you can create lesson plans and market them accordingly. This can dramatically cut the amount of time you need to spend preparing lessons.

While it may seem like an easy task, you should remember that teaching is a highly competitive industry. The more you know about a particular subject, the more likely your students will be to pay you. It's also worth mentioning that students pay higher rates for specialized teachers. It will also make your work easier as you won't have to worry about what to teach. Once you've narrowed down your teaching niche, you'll be able to focus and become an expert in that field.