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[glitchlight]

Oh No! I got mad about something someone I dont know posted on the internet and I am brooding and angry about it! Instead of posting I will relax and reflect and do something more productive like:

Scuba diving

Yoga

National Park Travelers Club

Becoming A Nudist

Jigsaw puzzles

Wikipedia editing

Inventing A Time Machine

Woodworking

Masturbating

Succumbing To The Amulet

Genealogy

Masturbating

Dark Alchemy

Robot combat

Bungee jumping

Electronics repair

Beekeeping

Lego sets

Shuffleboard

Slacklining

Eating Lugnuts Off The Cars In the Walmart Parking Lot

Photography

Metalworking

Hacking

Golfing

Paintball

Transcending the Limitations of Flesh

Welding

Thrifting

Sleeping

Abolishing The Division of Night and Day

Pet fostering

Meteorology

Getting Gone

Bowling

Dumpster Diving

Book collecting

Amateur radio

Meditating On My Uncountable Failures

Weaving

Ice skating

Graphic design

Brewing

Masturbating

Car racing

Stealing

Camping

Teaching Crows How To Commit Tax Fraud

Getting Really Good At Beatboxing

Cooking

Getting My Stink Salted

Bird watching

Crocheting

Gymnastics

Screaming Into the Night Sky At God

Metal detecting

Masturbating

Driving Off A Bridge

Sleeping

Thinking about Masturbating

Revisiting Classics To See If They Hold Up

Origami

Drinking

Masturbating

Billiards

Chess

Sleeping

Geocaching

Bread making

Launching rockets

Calligraphy

Archery

Jewelry making

Smoking

Video games

Needlepoint

Water skiing

Animal breeding

Stealing

Podcasting

Fantasy sports

Learning Spanish

Wine tasting

Backpacking

Getting Way Too Into Sports

Alchemy

Karaoke

Stealing

Traveling

Turning Straight Women Gay

Taxidermy

Masturbating

Horseback riding

Fishing

Being a DJ

Quilting

Juggling

Record collecting

Baking

Glassblowing

Drones

Stealing Infant Teeth

Crossfit

Improvisation

Attuning Myself To Crystals For the Purposes of Psychic Attacks

Drinking

Playing a musical instrument

Stand-up comedy

Throwing Myself Into A Volcano

Skiing

Remote cars

Bonsai

Furniture restoration

Quitting While I'm Ahead

Drinking

Writing

Smoking

Meterology

Local historical society

Disappearing In A Mysterious Accident

Assassination

Painting

Handball

Masturbating

Cheese-making

Martial arts

Astronomy

App making

Table tennis

Web design

Letting All The Demons Out of Hell

Farming

Hiking

Home improvement projects

Swimming

Skydiving

Volunteering

Animal grooming

Forbidden Alchemy

Remote airplanes

Gardening

Burying A Bunch Of Eggs

Becoming The Worlds Preeminent White Maoist

Digging A Hole To The Center of the Earth

Trivia

Journaling

Video production

Masturbating

Drinking

Crossword puzzles

Vehicle restoration

Candle-making

Drinking

Reading

Art collecting

Drawing

Makeup

Smoking

Running

Dancing On the Graves of My Enemies

Sleeping

Kayaking

Poetry

Knitting

Sleeping

Designing clothing

Sailing

Acting

Rock climbing

Disc golfing

Scrapbooking

Winemaking

Wood burning

Running Away

Museum visiting

Pottery

Escape rooms

Soap making

LARPing

Freestyling

Flying

Smoking

Snowboarding

Board games

Just Eating A Bunch of Candy

Surfing

Masturbating

Mixology

Smoking

Card games

Kite surfing

Masturbating

Composting

Dancing

Creating The Perfect French Fry

Powerlifting

Model trains

The Rites And Rituals Forbidden To Me

Movie reviews

Frisbee Wizardry

[nikethestatue]

Not Another Hallmark Christmas Story

TW: PLEASE REMEMBER THAT THIS IS A DARK STORY. It contains stalking, gaslighting, mental and emotional abuse and sexual assault.

Happy Birthday @elrieldreamer Have an awesome day!

Chapter 3

‘Tis was the night…

I was surprised when she came to the office on Monday. I figured she’d take a day off to mope and question her life choices. I figured she’d wonder if she was sexually assaulted. I figured she’d wrestle with the knowledge that she was and then, she’d question herself, and wonder why she didn’t hate it. 

And yes, I am the first one to admit that I sexually assaulted her. And I know that she was plagued by doubts and questioned everything that she knew about herself. 

I am not a rapist. For the most part, I like women. I very much like smart women, who are curious about the world and who can hold an interesting conversation. I am a fan of women who have a sense of humour, who can surprise me with their knowledge, and who are current on all world affairs, and who don’t showcase their lives on Instagram. I like women who have some confidence, but who aren’t overly confident. And most of all, I like women who are naturally submissive and yearn to be dominated without knowing that they do. I am not a dom, and I am not a rapist. I like to be in control. And I like to watch a woman yield to me, accept my control over her, and ultimately, submit. 

And there are so very few women out there who fit the bill. 

I tried. G-d knows I tried. 

I've never been in a relationship that lasted longer than a few months. Sometimes, it was only a few days. The women inevitably disappointed. I didn’t know exactly what I was looking for and who’d fit the bill–trial and error, they say. I tried many. And erred with all of them. They all thought that it was a game that I dabbled in. And that if they played along, I’d eventually get it out of my system and the next step would be a ‘normal’ life. An engagement ring. A lavish wedding. A penthouse. A suburban estate. 2.7 children. A golf club membership. Lunches. Charities. Galleries.

None understood that this is who I am. I am not a guy who likes rough sex. I am not abnormal either. I don’t have a kink to work through. I don’t get any joy in hurting females. I simply know what I want and what I desire, I get. 

What I’ve wanted from the moment I laid eyes on her was my Elain.

I know that I would’ve noticed her regardless of circumstances, because to me, she was unmissable. She was striking and so quiet and uncomfortable.

Our building has a cafeteria, however, most of us eat in the break room on our floor. I remember the day I saw her very clearly. It wasn’t some throwaway moment in my life. It is etched in my mind with crystal clarity. Because somehow, I knew that it was important. When I saw her, it was important to me. 

In fact, I heard her first. Isaac Hale, the skinny nerd on the team, was solving the New York Times crossword puzzle at the table, his lunch forgotten. Others were eating, or milling around and chatting. I knew that some of these people would be on my team, so I figured that I’d make an appearance and have them get used to me and my presence, though I wasn’t going to make any formal introductions just yet. Let them stew. Let them worry. I have that effect on people–I make them nervous. 

I was grabbing a water from the fridge, when I overheard Isaac’s exasperated moan, 

“Ruling family of Monaco?” 

Before I could turn around and see what the hell he was talking about, I heard a small, quiet voice say ‘Grimaldi’. 

“What?” Isaac called out, confused. I looked out at the break room and heard again, 

“The ruling family of the Principality of Monaco are the Grimaldis.”

Isaac furiously scribbled something in the newspaper and cried out ‘yeah they are! Thanks, El!’’

El.

El?

I craned my neck slightly to see who the elusive ‘El’ was, and finally spotted a lonesome figure who was sitting by the window, reading a Kindle, drinking Seltzer water, a half eaten salad in front of her, which clearly didn’t hold her attention. There were two guys at the same table–I didn’t know their names–but they clearly wanted to be there, and were peacocking like two douchenozzles in front of her. She paid them no heed. In fact, before I could even approach her to have a better look, she got up swiftly from her chair, grabbed her half-eaten salad and offered the two men a strained, close-mouthed smile, and hurried away from the table.

I stilled. I stood there, dumbfounded, because I was brought to my knees by her beauty. 

I stood there, watching the most breathtaking woman walk towards me, her round hips swaying sexily, her full, glorious tits bouncing beneath a cobalt-blue silk blouse. She wore a slightly flared pleated skirt and nude pantyhose, her feet clad in less than sensible nude pumps. 

Her cheeks were very pink. She was uncomfortable. Long golden brown hair was tied into a neat, appropriate bun. 

She scurried by me, without lifting her eyes, clutching the tablet to her chest. She passed by me like I didn’t exist. And I know that I am hard to miss–I am tall and I take up a lot of space. I wore a black suit too, hovering around everything like a dark cloud, gobbling up space. I liked that. I also knew that my appearance piqued the attention of many women. Should I sound conceited? I am handsome. I think it’s dumb to pretend that I am not, and not use it to my advantage. I am handsome, tall and in good shape. It was simply unfathomable that she wouldn't pay attention to me…that she wouldn’t notice me. She didn’t though. She just tiptoed by, ignoring me like I was a piece of furniture. 

And that was that.

Because she was so freaking oblivious to everything, I allowed myself the opportunity to watch her for a few days. She never noticed it. They say that women can always sense predators, but either she didn’t consider me one, or her danger radar was at zero. I wasn’t sure what the deal was. 

But she came in early every day, arriving by train, without coffee, and not wearing sensible shoes. She dressed well–long camel coats, a Burberry scarf, expensive Oxfords, which she exchanged for pumps when she was in the office. Tuckernut dresses–not too outrageous, but not cheap either. I knew how much she made–well into the low six figures–and that explained how she could afford the wardrobe. She didn’t drink Starbucks. She avoided it and would sometimes wrinkle her nose when someone suggested that she come and get Starbies with them. It was amusing. No, she drank an Italian espresso from a cafe on the ground floor. At the bar, like a true Italian. She slammed it back, then got a cappuccino to go and always an almond cornetto. 

She was a diligent worker, but she still had much to learn. I knew that this was her first job out of Northwestern. She obviously was very intelligent, but experience is experience, and she didn’t have much of it. So she made mistakes and when she realised it, I could see that she was frustrated. She was clearly a perfectionist. 

I’d made my move the week that I first saw her.

There were people in the break room, eating free doughnuts that I brought, gathered by the coffee machine. Pedantically, someone announced that they wanted Starbucks instead of the break room coffee. I saw my way in and said clearly ‘I am buying’. That didn’t even make her look up from her laptop. As if she didn’t hear my voice, and an offer of a free coffee didn’t matter to her. Frustrated, I bumped into her, on purpose obviously, caging her in with my body, as I made a show of reaching for the sugar cubes that were kept in the cupboard above. I didn’t touch her, but I stood as close as possible to her, pulling her scent into my lungs. I wasn’t sure what the perfume was, but she smelled of jasmine. When I looked down, I noticed delicate golden strands within the mass of her light brown hair. Her hair was natural–she didn’t colour it. Despite my proximity, she ducked under my arm, evading me like I wasn’t there. How was this possible? She didn’t even glance up.

As the rest of the team headed out of the break room, I actually called out and asked, “Joining us?”

She didn’t look up, busy on her phone and then haughtily said, “no thank you. I don’t drink that.”

That. The offer was apparently offensive to her. 

I don’t know, I suppose it made me angry. I am well aware that my reaction was irrational, but I couldn’t understand how she didn’t bother looking at me. How my presence didn’t matter to her. How my voice didn’t interest her. Nothing about me seemed to appeal to her.

For whatever odd reason, it felt like a rejection.

Looking back now, I realise that it’s irrational. She didn’t even know who I was back then. But in the moment, it felt like she walked away from me when I tried to open up to her. I was there for her–I wanted to get to know her better, I wanted her interest. 

So I spent $138 bucks on coffee for the team that day and she didn’t even come along. 

The only plausible reason that I could think of that explained her disinterest was that she was in a relationship, and she was in love with another man.

Which, truthfully, was unacceptable.

I didn’t even consider it as a possibility, until I spotted her looking at her phone in the hallway later that day. She was smiling at whatever she was looking at, and had a doe eyed look of love on her face. I didn’t know what to do with myself then. It was like an anvil was pounding inside my head, blasting me with unwanted thoughts: she is with someone. She is in love with him. They’ll be getting married. She belongs to another man. She is smart, beautiful and successful, why would she be single?

No. This was unacceptable. No. No.

I was consumed by jealousy and resentment. And for once, at a loss at what to do. 

If she was involved with someone, I wasn’t sure what I’d do.

But just in a nick of time, I stopped myself and ordered my brain to think rationally. Difficult, under the circumstances, but not impossible. 

I didn’t stop. I didn’t even slow down. I walked, softly, like I always did, and glanced at her phone. I expected a text message from someone named ‘Mike’ or ‘Boyfriend’ or something silly like that. Instead, to my immense relief, there was an ugly flat-faced dog staring at me. It was a photo of a dog–bulldog? Pug? Frenchie? I wasn’t sure. I was too elated.

I just walked past her, grinning to myself.

It was just a stupid dog.

But boy, would I have given anything to have her phone light up with my name.

Was that the day I became obsessed?

I can’t be sure now, but I do know that this was the day when instead of driving home, I took the Blue Line, standing on the other side of the car and watched her. I mean, clearly I was doing it for her own protection. It was after 7pm, the office crowd was thinning, and this was a beautiful woman with an expensive bag and $500 dollar shoes. She was as oblivious, it seemed, as she was in the office, her nose buried in her Kindle. For the love of god, she read a lot. I wonder what it was that was keeping her attention like that? Romantasy? A Court of Thorns and Roses? The Fourth Wing? Zodiac Academy? 

My brother Cassian loves all that shit and is active on some Romantasy Discord! no less. Pretending to be a woman, I think. He also has some strong opinions about ‘ships’ - yes, he needed to explain all that to me, and once he did, I was the unfortunate springboard for his ramblings. Apparently, he was and still is into ‘Elriel’, which is not something I needed to dig deeper into. But I think it was a fantasy couple? I am not sure. But Elain seemed to be just as transfixed by her Kindle as my brother was by his. 

I watched her and saw how she smiled softly to herself from time to time. I watched her cheeks grow pink. I watched her tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. 

That was my job.

I wanted to know what page she was on, so I could read it and do that to her.

I wanted her to bite her lower lip like that, and I wanted to tuck her hair away from her face, because she was watching me. Because I was making her feel squirmy and shy. Not some beefy winged Fae warrior.

I followed her discreetly. If you want to trail someone, but look nonchalant doing it, buy yourself a cup of coffee–that puts people at ease. It’s not like a stalker would be drinking coffee or anything absurd like that! 

She stopped by Smoke Daddy and picked up a prepared bag, and fuck did I want a brisket sandwich at that moment! It would’ve been nice to go home with her, have a nice BBQ dinner, watch some news, sports, kiss, drink a couple of beers and then fuck like animals on the rug, before going to bed and falling asleep in each other’s arms. 

I had trailed her for the next ten days.

It became a routine. I got her home safe and sound, making sure that no one bothered her.

She lived in an old Chicago brown brick three-story building, but it was newly refurbished and obviously nice inside. At least it had a security system! Phew. I’d cut a bitch if it didn’t.

She didn’t have much of a social life, but I couldn’t blame her because we worked 10-12 hour days 5 days a week. And then I saw her answering emails and submitting reports until 10pm almost daily. 

A couple of times, even though she hadn’t ‘met’ me, I sent her stern instructions not to work on Friday nights or weekends. I think that scared her. Good. She should know who the boss was.

She didn’t work out, she didn’t do pilates, she didn’t run. 

She didn’t cook much either. There was a cheapish all-you-can-eat sushi place on Division that she favoured, but because she ate alone, she sat at the sushi bar. I followed her there and watched her. She played on her phone and watched dog videos on IG. Sometimes, she cried when she watched them. I wondered what made her so sad. 

She was a quiet, sad and lonely girl. For some reason, it didn’t surprise me.

The dog’s name is Chapo. He looks like a Chapo, if I am being honest. He is what is often described as ‘thicc’. A large brown-tan Frenchie, who belongs to Elain’s sister. 

By the time I’d ‘met’ Chapo, following Elain and inserting myself into her life, while she had no idea and didn’t know that she was being observed, became somewhat of an addiction. I loved it. It was secret and subversive and it gave me pleasure. Perhaps, looking back at it now, it made me feel a little less lonely. Even though I only observed her, it gave me purpose in my own life. It offered me companionship, however one-sided it was. For once, I had something better to do than worry about work. Besides, this solitary activity, which was exclusively mine, suited my character. I didn’t get bored of her boring life. It was actually kind of peaceful.

I was pleased to find that Elain was desperately single. 

Despite her prettiness, she came off as shy, but also kind of standoffish. When the weekend came, I pondered whether I should take a break from my spying, but I was not going to rest until I was assured that she didn’t have a man. Technically, it was still possible. They might have had a ‘weekend hookup’ type of a relationship. It wasn't unheard of. 

I wasn’t sure what to expect, because there was no routine on the weekend and I feared that I’d end up sitting in my car for the whole day, and she wouldn’t even come out. She seemed like a homebody type, so it was highly likely that that would happen. 

But see, the gods were in my favour.

The fact that she left the house right after I came over, following an early gym session, just cemented my belief in that this was sanctioned. That she belonged to me. That I meant to guard her and protect her and then make her mine. This wasn’t a fluke. 

When I saw her that Saturday morning, wearing jeans and a corduroy jacket, all I could do was smile. It’s like she sensed me. Like she wanted me to see her. 

She went to the bakery, got herself coffee and a whole bag of pastries–this girl was not shy about cake and pastry consumption, if I may say so myself–and then headed out. 

She was pretty oblivious to her surroundings as always, and to add to her usual ding-a-ling attitude, she had her earbuds in. Was it scary that she had no concept of her surroundings? Absolutely. Good thing, then, that she had me.

I met Chapo that very day. 

Elain and her sister met in a dog park, and chunky Chapo got a pup cup and a dog cookie. That explained the bakery bag–Elain also handed a croissant to her sister. Chapo was running around with other dogs and I heard Elain call him over as ‘Chapi’, worrying that he’d get hurt. He stood his own though, rolling around, wrestling with other dogs, and being absolutely incapable of catching a ball that Elain and her sister were tossing at him. If I am being objective, ‘Chapi’ wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, because how are you a dog and you can’t catch a ball? And then, he almost blew my cover too. I was sitting on a bench, pretending like one of the dogs was mine, and staying out of sight, until he missed his ball yet again, and it rolled towards me. Seriously, this was like the 12th time he completely failed at catching it. So he trotted towards me, his gait a bit sideways, then stopped and earnestly looked into my eyes. His big bat ears flexed and then he ‘smiled’ a huge smile at me, proud of his crooked little teeth. Before Miss Oblivious could see me, I threw the ball away and he ran after it. It’s not like she even knew who I was, because god forbid she’d pay attention and actually have any idea who her boss was, but still, better safe than sorry. 

I watched Chapo run back, with his ball finally firmly in his possession, acting like he’s been catching it all day long. Elain hefted him in her arms and rocked him like a baby, covering him with kisses. 

I’ve never been jealous of a dog, even Valentino’s pugs or the Queen’s corgis, but that day, I was jealous of Chapo the Frenchie. I also told myself that when I kissed her, she better wash her face and mouth prior. And then, as I watched her bounce Chapo on her hip, I decided then and there that she would be the mother of my children.

It was 6:37am and I entered the cafe in our office building. It was moderately busy, but I knew that Elain would be there by now. I wasn’t wrong. She was standing by the bar, and I watched the barista set an espresso in front of her. I sidled over to the bar, kind of muscling people out of my way. I wanted to see if she’d notice me now? 

‘An espresso,’ I ordered, leaning over the polished wood, pretending to check my phone.

Elain’s big brown eyes slipped over my body, her expression disinterested and absent. She tipped her tiny cup back, grabbed her bag, and the cappuccino and left with a brief ‘thanks!’ to the barista.

So much for me hoping that I’d make an impression. 

It was that day when I summoned her to my office for the first time.

She was nervous. Surprised. Unsure of herself.

I made her feel special because I wanted to build a rapport with her. I wanted her to trust me. I wanted her to come to depend on me. 

She was quiet and tense, and I could see that she didn’t know what to say to me, but I wanted to see what she’d think of on her feet. I thought that her question about how to succeed in the company was a good one. And then, to my inner sadistic delight, she absolutely hated being corrected. And I was fucking ruthless. I don’t feel bad about that. 

The Holiday Party at the North Pond was initially a drag, which morphed into animalistic anticipation once I realised that I’d have the opportunity to spend time with Elain one on one. Sure there would be eyes on us, but I knew that most people wouldn’t give us a second thought. And me? Oh, I had all sorts of ideas. 

I was going to be nice. I was going to be charming. I was going to show her a whole new side of me. The side that she’d fall in love with. The side she’d want. The side that she’d seek out for support and assistance and guidance. The side that she’d want to curl up to when she was tired and stressed. 

Tension radiated through me for the past two weeks.

I was moving into a new position with a lot more responsibilities and was going to be under more scrutiny simply because I was going to be in charge of a very large fund. It didn’t worry me per se, however, the whole Elain thing gnawed at me day in and out. She consumed me. She consumed my thoughts, she consumed my dreams. Pussy lost all meaning and attraction to me, whilst I’d beat myself off raw to the fantasy of those big brown eyes and her innocent little face. I didn’t want to fuck anything or anyone, exept for my hand to the thoughts of Elain’s perfect naked body. I wanted to find some solace, a piece of mind, a bit of tranquility in my head, but it was proving very difficult. 

…She was wearing a velvet burgundy dress. Bare arms, a deep V that lovingly displayed her gorgeous breasts and the delicious crater of her cleavage. I didn’t love the length of the dress–it was midi, which made sense in the context of a holiday party, but I would’ve preferred something shorter or floor-length. But I still admired the black and burgundy pumps and how her ankles looked when she crossed her legs.

She was unbearably sexy and I had trouble controlling myself around her, and the fact that there was entirely too much male attention on her, I was not too pleased about. I surely wanted to look at her cleavage, but it seemed that every other buffoon had the same idea. I hovered around her, getting her little plates of appetizers, talking to her, and making sure that no one else dared to approach what was my woman. Oh, they sensed it. The men: they sensed the challenge. But I am big and I am dominant and I am strong, and no one had the balls to test me, or my intentions. All of this was happening on a primal level–I don’t think that any of our co-workers actually thought that I’d be interested in my subordinate. More fools them. But they still avoided Elain for the most part, because I wasn’t looking too friendly, even if it was only instinctual. After all, we were all studs vying for the attention of the same bitch. 

-

Graysen Nolan and Gwyneth Berdara…Ugh. 

Gwyn was a junior analyst, and was probably even more clueless than Elain, and that's saying something. I don’t know how it was possible that she couldn’t read the signs of my disinterest, but alas, I guess it was my burden to carry–dealing with clueless women. 

Elain was at the bar, and I stepped away for literally a second, when I was accosted by Gwyn, who began yapping about mentorships and how she’d like for me to help her with calcs and client engagement. Girl. I am not helping anyone with calcs. I am too fucking old and basic calculations were way past my time. But I nodded and even joined her at the bar, barely tolerating the dull conversation. She was a nice, if overly eager girl, and in any other instance, I probably would’ve thought that she was hitting on me and mentorship was code word for something else entirely. But, god help me, she actually wanted me to mentor her. Wanted me to show her spreadsheets, and how to pull information efficiently, and what I thought would work best for the clients in terms of presentation. I barely heard her, because it was then that Graysen fucking Nolan sidled over to my girl and started talking to her. Clearly, he didn’t get the memo that she was off limits. She’s been throwing shy, furtive glances my way, her cute little nose wrinkling a little when she looked at Gwyn, who was babbling away next to me. 

Could it be? Could my pretty girl be a little bit jealous? However, it seems like she also didn’t the memo that she belonged to me and shouldn’t have been accepting drinks from other men.

I couldn't help but sneer at the fucking cheap drink that he got her. A GnT no less–not everyone’s favourite, and obviously not Elain’s. Graysen was oblivious though. Fucking figures. 

I was still pissed off though. Especially when Graysen–I am pretty sure about that–propositioned her. I could see how she got all red and awkward and guilty-looking. Oh yeah. Be afraid.  I was angry alright. Not that anyone could tell. I’ve learned long ago to keep my face unreadable and generally pleasant looking. So she had no idea that I was fuming inside. 

The moment she got off the bar stool and stumbled, with Graysen grabbing at her, I was done with this shit. She swayed when she walked to the bathroom and I managed to get Graysen involved in a conversation with one of the guys from Investments. By the time I turned around, Elain was back, sitting at the bar, her cheek propped on her hand, her eyes closed. I chuckled. She was drunk as a skunk.

I approached her slowly, watching her eyes pop open and look at me with a bleary expression.

“You are hammered,” I told her.

She huffed and began arguing instantly.

“I am not! I am perfectly fine.”

“Stand up then,” I ordered her and she immediately hefted herself out of her chair, attempting to stand straight. She failed. She wobbled and swayed, and I saw an opportunity when it presented itself to me. I wrapped my arm around her, resting my hand on her hip. Her soft breasts almost pressed into my chest. She was soft all over, soft and pliant and needy. I could sense it. I could’ve probably turned her around right now and hiked up her burgundy dress and exposed her lovely ass to the cold air. I probably could’ve fucked it too. I briefly pondered if she’s been fucked in the ass before, but quickly dismissed the idea as insane. I wouldn’t have been surprised if she was a virgin everywhere. I didn’t think so–some douche probably got to my cherry before me–but that didn’t stop me from imagining how I’d part her pale cheeks and watch her little pink hole quiver in terror. As it should. My hand deftly brushed against the curve of her spine, my touch light and unthreatening, and I smirked to myself, thinking that she had no idea what was on my mind. I was going to fuck her ass hard–she’d cry and beg me to stop and she’d complain that it hurts. But I’d fuck her until she’d start whimpering and whining ‘more, Azriel. Please. More.’ I’d be a gentleman, of course. I’d fuck the tiny pink hole until it was gaping from my dick. And once I was done and she was freshly ass-fucked, she’d turn to me and shyly, sweetly whisper ‘thank you, Azriel. I am yours.’ 

“Looks like you are hammered,” was all I said. My dick was getting hard and it was a little early for all that.

She was still arguing about her state of inebriation with me, though I wasn’t listening. I was inhaling her sweet floral scent, the whiff of alcohol and the burnt sugar from the creme brulee that she had for dessert. She didn’t even notice it when I placed both of my palms on her hips. When she talked, she attempted to gesticulate and in combination with her swaying, her tits jiggled and bounced. I pretended not to notice. I was going to fuck them too. I wanted to see her nipples–pink, probably, hopefully nice and plump, just like I liked it. I imagined being deep inside her tight, warm ass, pounding steadily, stretching her on my cock. I imagined her huge brown eyes watching me, blinking and wet with tears, the eyelashes sticky. I imagined her pink mouth open and gasping, whispering desperately ‘please Azriel. It hurts. It’s too big. Please. I can’t. It’s too deep. Please, no.” Of course it was going to be too big for her, and I’d burrow as deep as I possibly could. Her pleas would fall on deaf ears though–she could whine and sob all she wanted. I’d be busy sucking those jiggly tits of hers, riding her ass, making her realise who she belonged to with each thrust. 

“I am taking you home,” I said abruptly. I needed to separate from her for a second, and get myself together. My mind was running wild. 

“No, no, I can’t go with you,” she protested feebly. Like I’d listen.

She then had the audacity to add, “No, you can’t take me home. I am not allowing you to.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “I wasn’t asking for permission,” I reminded her. 

I half-dragged her to the coat room, and left her sitting there, while I went to gather all her stuff. 

I needed to figure out my next moves. 

I desperately wanted to fuck her, but it was more than that–I wanted to possess her. I wanted to own her. I wanted her to be mine. I needed her to fall for me, even despite all her reservations. She told me that she didn’t like me and that I was mean to her. It wasn’t untrue, and I could see why she’d think that, but she didn’t understand that to love me, she had to know and see all my sides. And I had way more bad sides than the good.

I kind of wanted to have her sober our first time. Where there is definitely something absolutely amazing about fucking a totally compliant woman, who’d do whatever you want her to, and I certainly wanted my Elain to be like that–giving, and obedient, and submissive. Fighting me a little, but having all her holes ready and softened for me, opening herself up to my invasion, taking everything that I was ready to give her. A bit of resistance was always nice, but I expected total submission afterwards. I knew she’d give it to me. She was naturally compliant. She was a pleaser. Dominating her would be an absolute joy. But I wanted a sober submission.

There was a way to do it: make her think that she wanted it herself. Take it. Film it. It was the most ruthless way of buying her compliance, but I wasn’t above resorting to it in order to get what I wanted. 

By the time I grabbed her stuff: purse, shawl, phone, I still hadn't made a decision on how to proceed. 

Elain was dozing off where I left her, her eyes closed, her expression peaceful.

She was so beautiful.

I told her that earlier today. I know that she was surprised to hear it. I don’t think that she was completely oblivious to her own attractiveness, but she certainly didn’t expect that kind of praise to come from me. It was amazing how she still didn’t pick up on the signs and didn’t understand that I was interested in her. 

I punched in the code on her phone and scrolled through her photos and contacts.

The photos didn’t surprise me–there were hundreds of Chapo. Chapo sleeping. Chapo sitting, Chapo running. Chapo in outfits. Chapo in a bath. Chapo eating. Elain hugging Chapo like she was about to squeeze the life out of him. There were photos of her with her sisters–I could see the resemblance even though Elain was the prettiest. Selfies in different outfits. No photos with any men. 

Her eyes opened and her expression turned dismayed. She realised what I was doing and that it was her phone and jumped from the seat, trying to grab the phone away, but she only succeeded in falling into my chest and allowing me the opportunity to hold her close, while I looked at the contacts and deleted those she didn’t need to have. She just glared at me with derision and disbelief, like this was the most shocking thing she’s ever seen. 

Lover-boy Graysen, who dared to paw at something that didn’t belong to him, was the first one to go. The thing is–Elain belongs to me. I knew it then, I know it now. But it’s not a one way street. I belong to her just as well. She is mine. But I am also hers. Graysen never played by the same rules and all he wanted to do was take her for a ride. I could ride her infinitely better than he ever could, but I’d give her much more than that. 

I deleted Eris. Isaac. Aggressively sexual Tarquin, who’s been hanging out at our break room a little too often for my liking. 

Also, did she have the names of every able bodied male in her phone? Thankfully, it didn’t seem like she was texting with anyone. Nor would she. 

“Who is Ripleigh?” I asked. “Is it a man or a woman?”

“It’s a woman. It’s my aunt!” she screeched. 

She wasn’t lying. It actually said ‘Aunt Ripleigh’ in the contacts, but I wanted to test her. I smiled, dropped the phone in her purse and went to get our coats. 

I enjoyed watching her discomfort as we walked out of the park. The poor thing really thought that I’d just dump her in an Uber and let her be. But even worse, she was forced to hold on to me, because I was a gentleman and I offered her my arm, which she reluctantly threaded her hand through. We walked in silence, as I allowed her to adjust to the inevitability of what was about to transpire. She was alone with me, the one she feared, and maybe hated, and it was my arm she was leaning on, and it was my body behind which she huddled to escape the unforgiving wind. I bet she didn’t know how she managed to end up in this situation, and I couldn’t help but chuckle at her predicament. Poor thing. In way over her head. 

There was another test that I was going to put her through. The outcome would tell me a lot about how she felt, even if she fought it. 

She surprised me though, even before we got in the car. We stood waiting for the Uber to arrive when she suddenly said “You talked to Gwyn a lot tonight”.

That floored me. Good thing that she had her head pressed to my shoulder and her eyes closed. Because honestly, I am not sure if I could’ve played it off cool. 

Was she actually…jealous? I didn’t know how to respond to her just yet, so I deflected and asked her about Graysen instead. That little prick did attempt to ask her out. I’d have to remind him that interoffice romances were highly discouraged. They weren’t, technically. Especially because Elain and he were colleagues and peers. They could date if they wanted to. She and I–we were a problem of course. I was her boss. She was a subordinate. She was someone I selected myself for my team. Sure, I’d get in trouble if we were discovered, but I was a man and I was liked and respected in the company, and I was a managing partner. Men like me could and did get away with a lot of things. It would be much harder for her. A woman in a very large, prestigious financial institution, getting promoted within a year…The optics weren’t good for her. And just another way for me to keep her quiet once I made her mine.

The fight went out of her pretty quickly once we were in the car. I know that she was tired and cold and sleepy. She knew that I wasn’t going anywhere. I wasn’t sure if she even believed that I’d leave her once we arrived at her place. Instead, she did exactly what I wanted her to do–she passed the test. 

Her head fell on my shoulder and her hand on my thigh. She fell asleep on me. Because deep down, she trusted me. I’d have to think about it and unpack it later on. There was a lot happening tonight and I wasn’t ready to address her behaviour fully. 

Don’t worry. I didn’t rape her. 

Not technically.

And not because of morals, or anything idiotic like that. Mostly because of awareness. 

At the end of the day, I wanted her to know that it was me. I wanted her to be conscious. I wanted her to be…well, willing or unwilling, that didn’t really matter to me–but present and succumbing. 

She was out by the time we parked by her house. Good thing I knew where she lived, what floor her apartment was on and how to get inside. I rummaged through her purse, got the keys out, while she hung onto me sleepily, snorting softly into my arm. I got us inside and lifted her in my arms, carrying her upstairs. 

The only holiday decoration that she had inside was a string of lights around the window. It helped me orientate myself in the apartment and I carried her to the bedroom. I left her on the bed and went exploring. 

The apartment was large for a single woman–it was completely remodelled, while maintaining some of the old Chicago charm. I knew she wasn’t poor and considering how much she was making, she could afford it. However, I also did some background digging and learned that Elain Archeron and her two sisters grew up in Winnetka, IL, in a mansion that overlooked Lake Michigan and that their father was the CEO of a major global shipping company. Of course the sisters went to New Trier High School–one of the best in the country. The funny thing is that we were basically neighbors–I graduated from the same school a year before she started 9th grade. I wondered if my father knew hers? They were probably members of the same Glencoe Golf Club. I usually didn’t believe in coincidences, but as our worlds narrowed more and more, I was beginning to believe that perhaps, this was all meant to be. That maybe, this was destiny. 

On the surface, the place was tidy and neat. Bookshelves with popular novels–romantasy, by the looks of it. Cassian would love it here! Apparently she also needed three Kindles–one at the little reading nook by the window, another on the kitchen counter and the third was on her nightstand. But the more I explored the more it became obvious that things weren’t as neat and tidy as I first thought. She clearly didn’t have the time or the energy to decorate for Christmas. The trendy herb garden in the kitchen was wilting: the chives half-dead, the basil yellowing, the parsley limp. I grabbed a glass and watered all of them. Dirty dishes were piled in the sink. I could see a layer of dust on the credenza, and on the family photos. Chapo was prominently featured in almost all the pictures. I would need to do something about this dog. She was clearly obsessed with him. The rug could use a vacuum and even though there was a shoe rack in the entry closet, sneakers and booties and boots were piled haphazardly by the door. 

Perhaps, she wasn’t handling things as well as I’d assumed she was. 

It didn’t make me want to go easier on her, but I’d have to make some considerations. I looked at my phone, and though she didn’t deserve it, I decided to take one of her reports and finish it up myself. She still needed to re-do the UBS report though and I wasn’t going to take that off her plate.

I removed my suit jacket, my tie, my belt, my shoes and walked back to the bedroom. 

The bed was unmade–we’d need to discuss it later. Discarded options for this night’s outfits were dumped on the bed and the chair–a green dress, a couple of black dresses, a sparkly number, and a red pantsuit. I picked them all up and went into her closet to hang them. And then I started on her–I lifted her torso off the bed and tugged her coat off. Then I removed her shoes and her scarf. The dress rode up her legs, above the knees and I sat on my hunches, admiring the view. She was soft and her chest rose up and down evenly and I couldn’t help myself and cupped her breast in my palm, squeezing gently. She hummed and her eyes opened. She looked up at me, confused, while I rubbed her nipple with my thumb, caressing her breast. Would she suck my cock if I pushed it in her mouth right now? Probably not well, but I could fuck her mouth and come all over her face, just to make it known that it happened. She licked her lips, her gaze unfocused. 

“What are you doing here?” she murmured.

“Shhh, sleep, baby,” I urged her. 

She nodded.

“Do you want my cock in your mouth?” I asked casually.

She seemed to think about the proposal for a moment and then argued, “I don’t think I am supposed to…”

“But I give you permission?” I pressed, feeling her up in search of a zipper. “What if I say that you should suck it and that you should please me?”

She draped her arm around my neck, while I unzipped her dress and pulled it down her torso. 

“You’d be pleased with me?” she confirmed.

I nodded.

“Very.”

She sighed and yawned.

“I want to please you,” she admitted. “You are scary…But you are handsome,”

“Oh yeah?”

She nodded vigorously.

“I like you…but I hate you too.”

“I know. It’s okay.”

“Do you like me?” she asked, her voice both sleepy but also hopeful.

“Oh, I like you a lot.”

She smiled and then plopped back down on the bed. 

I smiled and stroked her cheek.

“You’ll suck everything, sweetheart,” I whispered in her ear, inhaling her scent deep into my lungs. “Even things you never imagined sucking before.”

She was almost nude, wearing only a black lace bra, same style underwear and nude pantyhose. 

I rubbed my hands together in anticipation. Even if she wasn’t going to get my dick in her mouth tonight, I was going to get my hands on her tits. I ripped her hose off impatiently, rolling them down her legs and then pushed my face into the warm, damp crotch. I bit her pussy lips through the lace. I pulled on the band and lifted the material up, so I could see. Puffy pink pussy, no hair. Not shaved, but removed professionally. I rolled the panties down and then shoved her legs apart, opening her up. I needed to see. Impatiently, I pulled her lips apart, wider and wider, until she lay splayed like an open book in front of me. She was wet and pink and I pinched her clit between my fingers, squeezing hard. She jerked on the bed and moaned loudly. I pressed her knees to the mattress and placed her hands on top, so she looked like she was holding herself wide open for me. My head went quiet. The way I was going to destroy this pussy…even the thought alone made my cock ache something brutal. 

I cupped her whole pussy in my hand and squeezed, getting my palm wet with her juices.

“My cunt,” I whispered in her ear. “My woman. All of you are mine.”

I licked my hand, tasting her, and then took off my shirt, and my trousers. I wanted to feel her skin next to mine. I didn’t plan to stay for the night, but now, my plans have changed. 

I rolled her over on her stomach because I wanted to see her other hole. There was something exhilarating about using her and her body any way that I wanted. I sat on the bed, and lifted her hips, until her round pale ass was up in the air. I spread her legs wider, and then slowly pulled her cheeks apart. 

Oh yes. I grinned to myself. Also mine.

I was rough, pulling on her tiny hole with my fingers, until her hips rose and shifted instinctually, and I watched her squeeze the bedding nervously. I spat on her hole and it twitched, as saliva slid down between her cheeks and towards her pussy. I watched the slow progression, before reaching between her thighs and dipping both of my thumbs into her opening. I pulled her apart, as wide as she would go. There was something insane about watching her hole ripple and then looking inside of her. I could see inside her body, the place where my children would come from. I spat again and it oozed inside of her and I murmured, “that’s my good girl. Keep it inside. Until you are ready for more.”

I rolled her again and her tits flopped heavily side to side. I climbed on top of her and kissed her neck. I kissed her ear, her forehead. I gathered her breasts in my hands and then I began to suck.

-

That Monday, after the party, after I spent the night with Elain, after I looked inside her womb and sucked on her tits like they were last meal, I didn’t expect her to show up at work. I checked my email a couple of times over the weekend, to see if she was going to request a day off and I was not going to grant it. Sadly, it was not to be. 

She came as always, on time, or rather, earlier than almost everyone. She was dressed in all black–a black turtleneck, black trousers, black boots, and three strings of pearls. Her hair was curled and covered her cheeks and her neck. She was hiding. She was wearing armour, trying to push me back and hide the evidence of our night together. All the hickeys, all the bites, all the scratches.

We had a 7:30 am meeting with Switzerland and everyone piled into the conference room at 7:15am.

I decided to make the official announcement about my team before the meeting started.

“Good weekend everyone?” I asked.

There were groans and nods and complaints about holiday shopping. Elain remained quiet, eyes firmly on her laptop.

“Elain?” I asked her after some time.

She looked up at me, lips pursed together, glowering.

“I’ve had better,” she sneered.

“Oh really? That’s a shame,” I shook my head. “I guess we’ll work harder next time to make sure you have a great weekend.”

She almost gasped in horror.

I smiled.

“Now,” I looked at the team. “I wanted to start off by announcing that I’ve made my preliminary assessments of everyone’s capabilities, strengths and weaknesses on the team. The following people will be joining me and will be reporting to me.”

I rattled out a bunch of names: traders, brokers, auditors, administrators, analysts and transfer agents. 

Graysen jumped up, his face screwed up,

“I am sorry, you are choosing Elain over me??”

“Is there a problem?” I queried.

“I have seniority! I have more experience. I’ve been busting my a-,”

“I don’t care what you’ve been busting,” I told him sternly. “My mind is made up. Her reports are timely, thorough, supported with good data and I trust her calculations,” I explained.

“No, you needed a token chick on the team!” Graysen sneered.

“Sit down,” I ordered him. “If you have a problem with my decision making, take it up with Rhysand. Are we clear? Elain’s been punctual, precise, and delivered excellent work. I expect all of you to treat her with respect and we will all have a great year. Remember the potential, guys. Some of you are looking at some major bonuses. Let’s start the year off running.”

There were fist pumps, and loud cheers and applause. 

Elain was red-cheeked.

But I wasn’t going to let anyone think anything less of her just because she was a woman. She was my woman. But she was also my employee and my team member. I didn’t care if this was a boys’ club. She belonged here, with us.

After the meeting, which went well, I watched her walk back to her cube.

I smiled.

I was in for the long run.

I was going to break her.

I was going to make her mine.

But first, I picked up my phone and scrolled through my contacts, finding the cleaning service that I used. 

I ordered a bi-weekly house cleaning for Elain. And then, I pulled up a bunch of food delivery options and started reading. Hello Fresh? Home Chef? Marley Spoon? Whatever I was going to decide on was going to be the best service out there. Only the best for my girl.

[girl-tips]

Hot girl hobby list

Physical Hobbies

1. Sports & Fitness:

• Running

• Cycling

• Swimming

• Weightlifting

• Martial Arts

• Yoga

• Rock Climbing

• Hiking

• Skateboarding

• Dancing (e.g., ballet, hip-hop)

2. Outdoor Activities:

• Kayaking

• Archery

• Skiing/Snowboarding

• Fishing

• Gardening

• Camping

• Birdwatching

• Surfing

3. Creative Movement:

• Parkour

• Aerial silks

• Gymnastics

• Trampoline jumping

4. Recreational:

• Playing frisbee

• Golf

• Tennis

• Bowling

Mental Hobbies

1. Brain Games:

• Chess

• Sudoku

• Crosswords

• Jigsaw puzzles

• Logic puzzles

• Scrabble

2. Learning & Development:

• Reading (fiction, non-fiction, genres of interest)

• Writing (creative writing, journaling)

• Language learning

• Studying history or science topics

• Public speaking

• Creative writing or poetry

3. Artistic Hobbies:

• Painting

• Drawing/sketching

• Photography

• Digital art

• Pottery

• Sculpture

4. Crafts & DIY:

• Knitting/Crochet

• Woodworking

• Sewing

• Origami

• Model building

5. Music & Audio:

• Playing an instrument (e.g., guitar, piano)

• Singing

• Composing music

• Sound design

Social Hobbies

1. Group Sports & Games:

• Soccer

• Basketball

• Volleyball

• Softball

• Board games (e.g., Settlers of Catan, Monopoly)

• Card games (e.g., Poker, Bridge)

2. Community Engagement:

• Volunteering

• Fundraising events

• Mentoring

• Organizing community events

3. Social Clubs & Groups:

• Book clubs

• Cooking clubs

• Movie watching groups

• Fitness or running groups

• Gardening clubs

• Hiking groups

4. Event-based Activities:

• Traveling with friends

• Attending live events (e.g., concerts, theater)

• Dinner parties

• Game nights

5. Digital & Online Communities:

• Online gaming with friends

• Social media engagement

• Virtual meetups or webinars

[magxit]

All 89 “1989 (Taylor’s Version)” solved puzzles on Google:

1989 Taylor’s Version And everyone was watching And i’ll write your name Aquamarine green Burning it down But not like this But she found herself But they never blind me Can’t stop won’t stop moving Chai sugar cookies Come along with me Crossword puzzle Crystal blue skies Darling i’m a nightmare December thirteenth Elevator buttons Everything and nothing Fifth Album Floor eighteen From the vault Glitch Golf Club Got a haircut Haters gonna hate He does it so well I could finally breathe Incredible things It all seems so simple It’s a new soundtrack It’s been waiting for you I’m just gonna shake Like we stood a chance Long list of ex lovers Loose lips sink ships Los angeles Love MCMLXXXIX Magic madness heaven sin Melbourne My name is taylor swift Never go out of style New York city Nice to meet you Now we got problems October twenty seven Of kisses on cheeks Pegacorn Pen click Pop record Rainstorms Red lip classic Rose garden pink Sagittarius Sea urchins Seagulls Secret sessions She danced to forget him She lost him She wasn’t doing anything Sheep She’s like oh my god Sixty five Slut u are (?) So hey let’s be friends So it’s gonna be forever Summer fling Sunglasses Sunrise boulevard yellow Swifties Swiftmas Sydney Taylor’s version Taylurking The palm of your hand The summer i turned pretty They paid the price Think i am finally clean Thirteen Timing is a funny thing To what you need Tokyo Two paper airplanes flying We both went mad Wednesday What you are is brave With some other girl Yes whale You were all i wanted You were looking at me

[areyoureadyforswift]

HINT - ANSWER

A Game of Cat and Mouse - love

AKA Christmas in September - chai sugar cookies

All You Had To Do Was Stay - but not like this

- the palm of your hand

- you were all i wanted

- they paid the price

And Somehow That Was Everything - but she found herself

Announce - los angeles

Bad Blood - now we got problems

- she wasn’t doing anything

Birth Date - december thirteenth

Birth Day - wednesday

Blank Space - and i’ll write your name

- pen click

- darling i’m a nightmare

- magic madness heaven sin

- incredible things

- she’s like oh my god

- so it’s gonna be forever

- so hey let’s be friends

- crossword puzzle

- nice to meet you

Blue Sweatshirt - seagulls

Caption - got a haircut

Clean - i could finally breathe

- think i am finally clean

- what you are is brave

- 

Coffee - long list of ex lovers

Deepest Fear - sea urchins

Excitedly Mingling - secret sessions

First Stop - tokyo

Halloween Costume - pegacorn

How You Get the Girl - of kisses on cheeks

I Know Places - and we run

- and everyone was watching

- loose lips sink ships

I Love You - swifties

I Was Born In - nineteen eighty-nine

I Wish You Would - elevator buttons

- everything and nothing

- 

Impossible To Reason With - sheep

Karma Music Video - MCMLXXXIX

Last Stop - melbourne

Likes, Job, Whereabouts Were Studied Intently - taylurking

Look At It!! - yes whale

Loudest and Brightest City - new york city

Lucky - thirteen

Makes You Clean - rainstorms

New Romantics - come along with me

Number of Instant Films - sixty five

Out of the Woods - two paper airplanes flying

- it all seems so simple

- like we stood a chance

- you were looking at me

Out of the Woods Intro - she lost him

Reclaimed - taylor’s version

Release - october twenty-seventh

Shake It Off - can’t stop won’t stop moving

- i’m just gonna shake

- she danced to forget him

Smashing - golf club

Style - never go out of style

- red lip classic

- with some other girl

Sun Sign - sagittarius

They Never Go Out of Style - sunglasses

This Love - in silent screams

- to what you need

- timing is a funny thing

This Love (Taylor’s Version) - the summer i turned pretty

Track 6 - floor eighteen

Welcome to New York - it’s a new soundtrack

- it’s been waiting for you

- but they never blind me

Wildest Dreams - burning it down

- he does it so well

Wildest Dreams (Taylor’s Version) - glitch

Wonderland - we both went mad

World Tour Live - sydney

You Are In Love - you’re my best friend

🎅 - swiftmas

NO HINT - crystal skies blue

- rose garden pink

- sunrise boulevard yellow

- aquamarine green

- from the vault

- fifth album

- pop record

[thegreatimpersonator]

sorry people are blowing up at you for literally just, not wanting to do a crossword lol. like it should nott be that serious but swifties continue to be wild. anyway while the easter egg thing and hiddle clues and puzzles have always been part of her brand, i’ve been finding them way more rigorous and annoying the past few years - not sure if i feel that way bc of her as a person or just fandom pressure, probably both. regardless you should be allowed to say its not your cup of tea lmao.

no exactly i feel the same way... i also feel like they're kinda... insulting now lol. like they seem kinda patronizing, like you want the vault tracks here spell out words kids. but apparently this time they're not even revealing the list of song theyre just revealing things we already know about 1989, like 'pop record' 'pen click' 'golf club' 'new york city' so? no new info after all that? whats the point? idk it's just all kinda unnecessary to me

[truelovez2]

100 Unique Date Ideas

Are you bored of the conventional notions of planning a date and looking for some fresh and creative date ideas? Then make your next date with your partner exciting and enjoyable with our 100 unique date ideas. These creative date ideas will make your date interesting and enthusiastic enough to engage your beloved partner. These out of the box romantic date ideas will keep your date indulging and exciting. These 100 unique date ideas will definitely rejuvenate and spice up your relationship. 

So if you already had enough of the stereotype date ideas of lavish eating out and exotic vacations then take a cue from our 100 unique date ideas to plan your next date in an imaginative yet romantic way. This assorted list of creative date ideas will help you take a break from the cliche notions of dating and infuse some freshness and exhilaration in your love life. Also it is good to plan something unique and special every now and then. It keeps your relation lively and helps you beat the monotony of life. Besides, doing something out of the league and fun stuff together will bring you both closer, adding to the chemistry you guys share.

Look through the following 100 unique date ideas to plan an innovative weekend with your lovely mate. So make an impact on your date with the romantic and creative date ideas from the following segment. 

100 Unique Date Ideas 

Rent a chopper

Indoor sports like carom, paint ball etc.

Spooky date i.e. going to a haunted house (not a real one) or watching horror movies.

Old fashioned eateries

Dinner date at home

Fortune teller

Historical site

Nature walk

Horse riding

Adventure Park

Cook a new dish at home together

Watch movie at home

Exhibition

Planetarium

Shopping

Camping

Water park

Head to the Opera or Play

Farm Trips

Aquarium

Wild Safari

Take a Vineyard Tour

Go for an evening walk

Spend an evening at a beach

Live Jazz

Pottery or painting workshops

Stand up shows

Go to a Casino

Karaoke Bar

Rock concert

Watch a Football, Tennis or Cricket Game

House Decorating

Boating

Go to Zoo or bird watching

Clubbing

Carnival

Fairs

Go to a restaurant with a view

Book Reading date

Watch sun rise or sunset together

Pool party

Bungee Jumping

Extravagant Brunch

Card Game

Your own tap dance class at home

Long Drive

Go Carting

Hot air balloon date

Gardening

Painting the tree house together

Visit to an ice cream or chocolate factory

Crossword puzzle solving date

Video games date

Challenge your mate for a Badminton or Tennis game

Road trip

Go to a Stripper’s Club together

Take your Cameras and go to an abandoned place in your city.

Play Truth and Dare

French fries or pizza eating competition.

Go for a carriage ride

Give each other a massage

Take a long luxurious bubble bath together

Get drunk together

Cruise vacation

Fly a kite

Play Scrabble

Go for hiking

Learn a new language together

Play miniature golf

Go for a bike ride around the city

Get similar tattoos together

Challenge your partner for a swimming competition

Plan a strip tease evening.

Go for sky diving or paragliding.

Play a treasure hunt game in your house hiding your sensuous photos as treasure.

Plan a bonfire party for the two of you and narrate scary stories.

Compete over who can do more push-ups.

Go out in the middle of the night to have an ice-cream or coffee

Watch a Victoria Secrets Fashion Show together

Spend a night chatting by the fireplace

Play hide and seek in the rain

Have a silly photography session

Brew beer at home

Play with your pet together

Sing a romantic song to your lover

Watch a silent movie and together try to guess what they are talking about. Its real fun.

Take a walk around the local nursery

Go cycling to the quieter part of the city

Enrol for a mud run in your town

Go for a picnic

Play a childhood game

Read an erotic novel together

Spend a night stargazing and cuddling

Take your partner for a surprise trip

Head to a firework show

Sign up for the half marathon in the city

Make a stuffed toy together

Watch your favourite TV show together

Play pranks on each other

Go for a swing in the neighbourhood park together

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Keeping Residents Engaged: Activities for Aged Care Residents

Moving into a retirement community or nursing home is a huge change. Folks can feel bored, lonely, or down if there's not enough going on. That's why activities for aged care residents, programs are so important! They give residents a sense of purpose and bring everyone together

Activities are good for the mind, body and spirit. They help people:

Stay fit and keep their brains sharp

Make friends and ward off isolation

Enjoy hobbies old and new

Feel part of a welcoming, lively community

No matter physical or mental shape, activities for all interests and abilities make everyone feel included.

Types of Activities for Elderly Residents

Care homes and assisted living activities directors get creative in providing diverse programming that touches on physical, social, cognitive, and recreational needs.

Popular types of activities for aged care residents include:

Physical Activities

Stretching and gentle exercise classes to maintain strength and mobility

Walking or wheelchair groups around the facility or neighborhood 

Dance sessions tailored to seniors’ ability levels

Sports like bowling or modified golf

Social Activities

Happy hours with refreshments to encourage chatting

Group meals to enjoy dining with others

Clubs like gardening, cards/games, or book reading

Outings to concerts, museums, or community events

Cognitive Activities

Trivia, crosswords, and word games

Arts and crafts projects like painting or knitting

Education seminars or guest lectures

Reminiscence therapy discussing the old days

Recreational Activities

Baking or cooking lessons appropriate for dietary needs

Music listening sessions or concerts

Intergenerational programs with children

Creative pursuits like poetry

The most successful activities calendars incorporate input from residents to match programming with their unique requests. Surveying residents and having a resident council provide regular feedback helps activities staff target offerings to what truly resonates.

Incorporating Inclusive Programming

Given the diversity of senior residents, activities directors should ensure inclusive programming that accommodates residents regardless of background, culture, ability level, or health issues.

For example, activities for care home residents should consider physical disabilities making modifications like providing adaptive equipment for sports or seating accommodations. Transportation around the community may require wheelchair-accessible vehicles.

Programming should also reflect cultural diversity through activities like ethnic holiday celebrations, international cuisine cooking demos, or musical performances encompassing different genres.

And facilitating both group activities and individualized one-on-one time ensures even more reserved residents enjoy personalized engagement.

Staffing Activities Programming

How retirement communities and care homes staff their activities program impacts its scope and quality. Larger communities often employ a full-time activities director overseeing a robust daily schedule. Smaller budgets may limit to a part-time activities coordinator fitting in more modest programming.

Ideally, activities staff possess backgrounds in recreation therapy, social work, or psychology to best understand seniors' needs. Additional activities assistants help supervise and escort residents as needed. Volunteers from the local community also provide helpful extra hands during popular events. 

Keeping an Engaged, Vibrant Community

Keeping an ongoing program ensures residents stay active in body and mind, pursuing passions and feeling part of a community. Whether it’s Zumba, pottery class or Scrabble tournament, activities for retirement homes, It fills spaces to the brim with friendship and laughter.

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What are your headcanons about Eddie Balthazar?

Eddie Balthazar Headcanons;

Trigger warnings; Old parents, auardon sucking, etc .

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Eddie's full name is Edmund Seraiah Balthazar.

He is the son of Edgar Balthazar and Sarah Dear.

Eddie is apart from of The Badun Detective Agency and is the rat/informant of the group.

He blends in and people tend not to notice him. Which means he overhears alot. Making him perfect for the job.

He lives with both of his parents, who he loves dearly.

He, like the rest of the Badun Detective Agency, has seen the worst of the isle. Despite his parents' best efforts.

And it haunts him.

Very few people on the isle even know he's apart of the Badun Detective Agency because they're all so discreet about it.

He despises Auardon for sending his elderly parents to die/suffer on the isle. And he plans to make that very clear when he gets there.

He also despises his mom's family for letting it happen.

Which leads to him avoiding Jim Jr for a good while after the barrier is brought down.

He is apart of the Antiheroes club alongside Hermie and wants to be good and do some good in the world.

Because of the fact he was raised by two elderly people, Edmund has alot of... odd tastes...

Mainly when it comes to food and hobbies.

Food like hard candy, chicken pot pie, and toast with beans.

He also likes red wine, coffee, tea, and champagne.

And cigars. Lots of cigars. Much to his parents' dismay.

They've tried to get him to stop but the habit keeps coming back.

They don't know that he drinks as well.

He's been smoking since he was 13.

He's 15 in d1.

He's a year older than Hermie.

Who he has a major crush on. Has since he was 9.

Hobbies like croquet, crochet, golf, birdwatching, reading, listening to music, writing, knitting, and sewing.

But he also loves picnics and collecting things.

Things like bugs, coins, figurines, and stamps.

He has a litter of kittens that he adores to death as well as a busted up motorcycle that Carlos use to repair for him.

He and his parents use to go on picnics together to the safer parts of the isle before they got too weak to do so.

Eddie has very strong morals and won't hurt people he despises, even if it's the ones who created the isle unless he's provoked.

He's been taking care of his parents since their health has started deteriorating. Since he was 9.

Eddie cleans the house regularly and does anything he can to make his parents' lived easier.

He's terrified that he's gonna lose them soon. He doesn't know where he'd be without them.

He refuses to send them to a nursing home. No matter how bad they get.

Unbeknownst to his parents, he and the rest of the Badun Detective Agency have their symbol tattooed on all their wrists.

Their symbol is a magnifying glass with the agency's initials on it.

They also don't know that his ears are pierced.

Eddie eats dinner at 5pm like his parents.

He wears his jacket even even it's not cold outside.

He also loves taking pictures of things that aren't him.

He also collects newspapers and reads them.

He loves bingo and maps.

He keeps a collection of letters and knick knacks that his friends have given him over the years.

He might have a bit of a hoarding problem. Though he's neat about it.

He wakes early to take care of his parents.

He also loves napping with his parents. It makes him feel like they aren't going anywhere.

Eddie loves hearing the stories of his parents' glory days.

Eddie is the best at writing readable cursive on the isle.

He finds crosswords fun as well, along wih the circus.

Eddie has nightmares about losing his parents often. Like nightly. Multiple times of night.

Everything he does is for his family and friends. He's a family guy and his family and friends are very important to him.

He's wary towards dogs. Doesn't hate them but also doesn't want them alone with his cats unless they are well trained.

He has an accent like his dad's, though his is far fainter.

His favorite shows are the 'Golden Girls' and 'Murder She Write'.

[chaosworthy]

Instructions: Bold whichever hobby your muse feels deeply passionate about, italicize the ones that are more like casual interests to them, & finally, strikeout the ones that they are not likely to take an interest in. Repost. Do not reblog!

birdwatching, pottery, oil painting, drawing, singing, acting, breakdancing, fashion design, cooking, baking, mixology, bodybuilding, beekeeping, crocheting, knitting, sewing, embroidery, fishing, flower arranging, gardening, graphic design, rock climbing, surfing, swimming, lute

kayaking, canoeing, rafting, metalworking, foraging, candlemaking, rapping, mixed martial arts, karate, judo, taekwondo, kung fu, muay thai, brazilian jiu-jitsu, krav maga, aikido, boxing, fencing, tennis, table tennis, stamp collecting, wrestling, capoeira, archery, swordsmanship, viola

kickboxing, origami, gaming, photography, paintball, parkour, figure skating, rollerblading, reading, poetry writing, scrapbooking, skiing, snowboarding, scuba diving, snorkeling, woodworking, video game development and design, whittling, whale-watching, yoga, meditation

stand-up comedy, gymnastics, skydiving, travel, blacksmithing, baseball, basketball, volleyball, golf, american football, rugby, cricket, soccer, cosplaying, hunting, horseback riding, jogging, larping, cycling, shopping, sailing, sculpture, vlogging, journaling, palm reading, tarot cards

witchcraft, ballet, jewelry-making, topiary, tabletop roleplaying, calligraphy, pole dancing, zumba, rock collecting, crossword puzzles, jigsaw puzzles, motorsports, taming animals, hacking, tattoo artistry, storm chasing, ballroom dancing, flower pressing, competitive eating

flying planes, flying spacecrafts, blogging, model building, model engineering, building with legos, building in the sims, stenciling, soapmaking, miming, ventriloquy, computer programming, trivia, ghost-hunting, chasing down mysteries, kite flying, hiking, robotics, watercolour painting

softball, house flipping, sudoku, chess, winemaking, breadmaking, cheesemaking, gossiping, clubbing, salsa dancing, poker, badminton, bowling, bocce, ice hockey, track and field, cross country, astrology, stargazing, colouring, prose writing, makeup artistry, quilting

leathercraft, piano, violin, acrylic painting, guitar, ink painting, sketching, flute, clarinet, hula hooping, toy collecting, spray painting, research, language learning, board games, hairstyling, keeping up with the latest trends, brainteasers, cartography, drums, comic book collecting

digital painting, songwriting, cleaning, freestyle dancing, podcast hosting, toymaking, bingo, pilates, sightseeing, cheerleading, wine tasting, camping, antiquing, metal detecting, art collecting, home brewing, memorabilia collecting, tapestry weaving, thrifting, modeling

shoemaking, furniture building, home improvement, essay writing, leaf pressing, conducting science experiments, skull collecting, mountain biking, dumpster diving, roasting coffee, brewing tea, harp, puppetry, skateboarding, saxophone, trombone, tuba, trumpet, cello, ukulele

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instructions: bold whichever hobby your muse feels deeply passionate about, italicize the ones that are more like casual interests for them, & finally strikeout the ones that they are not likely to take an interest in.  repost, do not reblog!

birdwatching, pottery, oil painting, drawing, singing, acting, breakdancing, fashion design, cooking, baking, mixology, bodybuilding, beekeeping, crocheting, knitting, sewing, embroidery, fishing, flower arranging, gardening, graphic design, rock climbing, surfing, swimming, lute

kayaking, canoeing, rafting, metalworking, foraging, candlemaking, rapping, mixed martial arts, karate, judo, taekwondo, kung fu, muay thai, brazilian jiu-jitsu, krav maga, aikido, boxing, fencing, tennis, table tennis, stamp collecting, wrestling, capoeira, archery, swordsmanship, viola

kickboxing, origami, gaming, photography, paintball, parkour, figure skating, rollerblading, reading, poetry writing, scrapbooking, skiing, snowboarding, scuba diving, snorkeling, woodworking, video game development and design, whittling, whale-watching, yoga, meditation

stand-up comedy, gymnastics, skydiving, travel, blacksmithing, baseball, basketball, volleyball, golf, american football, rugby, cricket, soccer, cosplaying, hunting, horseback riding, jogging, larping, cycling, shopping, sailing, sculpture, vlogging, journaling, palm reading, tarot cards

witchcraft, ballet, jewelry-making, topiary, tabletop roleplaying, calligraphy, pole dancing, zumba, rock collecting, crossword puzzles, jigsaw puzzles, motorsports, taming animals, hacking, tattoo artistry, storm chasing, ballroom dancing, flower pressing, competitive eating

flying planes, flying spacecrafts, blogging, model building, model engineering, building with legos, building in the sims, stenciling, soapmaking, miming, ventriloquy, computer programming, trivia, ghost-hunting, chasing down mysteries, kite flying, hiking, robotics, watercolour painting

softball, house flipping, sudoku, chess, winemaking, breadmaking, cheesemaking, gossiping, clubbing, salsa dancing, poker, badminton, bowling, ice hockey, track and field, cross country, astrology, stargazing, colouring, prose writing, makeup artistry, quilting

leathercraft, piano, violin, acrylic painting, guitar, ink painting, sketching, flute, clarinet, hula hooping, toy collecting, spray painting, research, language learning, board games, hairstyling, keeping up with the latest trends, brainteasers, cartography, drums, comic book collecting

digital painting, songwriting, cleaning, freestyle dancing, podcast hosting, toymaking, bingo, pilates, sightseeing, cheerleading, wine tasting, camping, antiquing, metal detecting, art collecting, home brewing, memorabilia collecting, tapestry weaving, thrifting

shoemaking, furniture building, home improvement, essay writing, leaf pressing, conducting science experiments, skull collecting, mountain biking, dumpster diving, roasting coffee, brewing tea, harp, puppetry, skateboarding, saxophone, trombone, tuba, trumpet, cello, ukulele

[shamsgoddess]

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bold whichever hobby your muse feels deeply passionate about, italicize the ones that are more like casual interests for them, & finally strikeout the ones that they are not likely to take an interest in. repost, do not reblog ! birdwatching,  pottery,  oil  painting,  drawing,  SINGING   (  the  love  of  her  life  #1.  she  sings  all  the  time  and  pursued  it  professionally  )   acting,  breakdancing,  fashion  design,  cooking,  baking,  mixology,   bodybuilding  ( no but she stays in the shape that is required from a popstar all the time )  beekeeping,  crocheting,  knitting,  sewing,  embroidery,  fishing  (  an  absolute  no,  fishes  smell  bad.  and  worms  ?   this  sounds  like  a  horrible,  time )   flower  arranging,  gardening,  (  there  is  dirt  and  worms.  so  another  big  no. )   graphic  design,  rock  climbing,  surfing  (  she  can  barely swim  and  you  want  her  to  surf  ?   besides,  she  thinks  it’s  dangerous. )  swimming,  lute,  kayaking,  canoeing,  rafting,  metalworking,  foraging,  candlemaking,  rapping mixed  martial  arts,  karate,  judo  (  but she learned judo as a kid. ), taekwondo,  kung  fu,  muay  thai,  brazilian  jiu - jitsu,  krav  maga,  aikido,  boxing,  kickboxing,  wrestling,  capoeira. fencing,  tennis,  table  tennis,  stamp  collecting,  archery,  swordsmanship,  viola,  origami,  gaming   (  fun  fact  but  aurora  rarely  got  along  with  gamers.  this  is  a  hobby along  with  anime - watching  that  she  absolutely  refuses  to  ever  participate  in. ),  photography,  paintball,  parkour,  figure  skating  (  does  watching  count ?  because  pretty  ),  rollerblading,  READING   (  love  #2  of her life. not  only  is  she  academically  inclined,  she  spent  her  entire  childhood  reading  classic  novels.  )   poetry  writing,  scrapbooking,  skiing, snowboarding,  scuba diving   (  anything  underwater  terrifies  her  tremendously,  please.  ),  snorkeling,  woodworking,  video  game  development  and  design,  whittling,  whale- watching,  yoga,  meditation stand - up  comedy,  gymnastics   (  idk  if  it  counts  but  she  learned  aerial  hammock.  she  can  do  aerial  gymnastics  because  of  flight.  ),  skydiving  (  she  was  scared  of  it  before  but  now  she  wants  to  do  it  because  she  can  fly  ),   travel,  blacksmithing,  baseball,  basketball,  volleyball,  golf,  american  football,  rugby,  cricket,  soccer,  cosplaying,  hunting,  ( she can’t even kill a bug, please )  horseback  riding,  jogging,  larping,  cycling,  shopping,  sailing,  sculpture,  vlogging, journaling,  palm  reading,  tarot  cards witchcraft   (  absolute  no. she  has  an  aversion  to  witchcraft  and  magic  arts  in  general  ),  ballet  (  does  watching  count ?  because  she  loves  watching  ballet  and  would  attend  all  the  time  ),   jewelry - making,  topiary,  tabletop roleplaying,  calligraphy,  pole  dancing,  zumba,  rock  collecting,  crossword  puzzles,  jigsaw  puzzles,  motorsports,  taming  animals,  hacking,  tattoo artistry  (  not  a  fan,  would  never  get  one. ),  storm  chasing,  ballroom dancing   (  she  took  ballroom  dancing  classes  as  a  kid  and  she  loves  the  waltz  especially. ),  flower  pressing,  competitive  eating flying  planes,  flying  spacecrafts,  blogging,  model  building,  model engineering,  building  with  legos,  building  in  the  sims,  stenciling,  soapmaking,  miming,  ventriloquy,  computer  programming,  trivia,  ghost - hunting,  chasing  down  mysteries,  kite  flying,  hiking,  robotics,  watercolour  painting softball,  house  flipping,  sudoku,  chess,  winemaking,  breadmaking,  cheesemaking,  gossiping,  clubbing,  salsa  dancing,  poker,  badminton,   bowling,  ice  hockey,  track  and  field,  cross  country,  astrology,  stargazing,  colouring,  prose  writing  ( another  love  of  her  life  ),  makeup  artistry,  quilting leathercraft,  piano,  VIOLIN  (  she  was  a  child  prodigy,  she  still  plays  violin  and  loses  herself  in  the  sound  of  it. ),   acrylic  painting,  guitar,  ink  painting,  sketching,  flute,  clarinet,  hula  hooping,  toy  collecting,  spray  painting,  research  (  she  is  academically  inclined  but  she  is  also  always  researching  random  things. )   language  learning,  board  games,  hairstyling, keeping  up  with  the  latest  trends, brainteasers, cartography, drums,  comic  book  collecting. digital  painting,  songwriting,  cleaning,  freestyle  dancing,  podcast  hosting,  toymaking,  bingo,  pilates,  sightseeing,  cheerleading,  wine  tasting  (  aurora thinks alcohol is disgusting  ), camping  (  snakes  ?  pooping outside  ?  dirt  ?  possible serial killers  ?   she’ll pass !  ),  metalworking,  antiquing,  metal  detecting,  art  collecting,  home  brewing,  memorabilia  collecting,  tapestry  weaving,  thrifting shoemaking,  furniture  building,  home  improvement,  essay  writing,  leaf  pressing,  conducting  science  experiments,  skull  collecting  (  absolute  no.  ),  mountain  biking,  dumpster  diving,  roasting  coffee,  brewing  tea,  harp,  puppetry,  skateboarding,  saxophone,  trombone,  tuba,  trumpet,  cello,  ukulele. tagged  by: @undrowns​  ♡ tagging: @thereckoniing​​,  @f8less​​,  @itsacriime​​,  @svmmercmance​​,  @slaiyedher​​,  @ofgentleresolve​​,  @9taild​​,  @ektos​​,  @forevermonsters​​,  @duskwolf​​,  @checksider​​,  @forwardmoved​​,  @nightstalk​​,  @foxbeaded​​

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character hobbies !

instructions: bold whichever hobby your muse feels deeply passionate about, italicize the ones that are more like casual interests for them ( i’m also including what she WOULD be interested in trying), & finally strikeout the ones that they are not likely to take an interest in. repost, do not reblog ! ( and u don’t have to give explanations- i’m just being extra sjdlfsdj )

birdwatching, pottery,  oil  painting,  drawing,  singing, acting,  breakdancing,  fashion  design,  cooking ( she gets homesick! ),  baking, mixology, bodybuilding, beekeeping ( eeeep keep the bees away from her PLS ),  crocheting,  knitting,  sewing,  embroidery ( see she tried both once, but kept poking her fingers with the needle :/ ),  fishing,  flower arranging,  gardening, graphic  design,  rock  climbing,  surfing,  swimming,  lute,  kayaking,  canoeing,  rafting,  metalworking,  foraging,  candlemaking,  rapping ( r we really gonna trust her if she thinks hotdogs are vertical sandwiches? )

mixed  martial  arts,  karate,  judo, taekwondo,  kung  fu,  muay  thai,  brazilian  jiu - jitsu,  krav  maga,  aikido,  boxing,  kickboxing ( took rudimentary classes before joining the LAPD- if someone wants to give her more lessons tho, she wouldn’t mind ),  wrestling,  capoeira.

fencing,  tennis,  table  tennis,  stamp  collecting,  archery,  swordsmanship,  viola,  ORIGAMI ( pls see url and bio sjdklfjsl ),  gaming,  photography,  paintball, parkour,  figure  skating,  rollerblading,  reading, poetry writing,  scrapbooking,  skiing, snowboarding,  scuba diving,  snorkeling,  woodworking,  video  game  development  and  design,  whittling,  whale- watching,  yoga,  meditation ( this is probably something she should learn to do, something her therapist wants her to do )

stand - up  comedy ( performing is not her thing but also she’s funny...but unintentionally ),  gymnastics,  skydiving,   travel, blacksmithing,  baseball,  basketball,  volleyball,  golf,  american  football,  rugby,  cricket,  soccer,  cosplaying,  hunting ( reminds her too much of the more gruesome cases ), horseback  riding,  jogging,  larping,  cycling,  shopping ( for paper and croc charms!! ),  sailing,  sculpture,  vlogging, journaling,  palm  reading,  tarot  cards

witchcraft (  thinks it’s hocus pocus  ),  ballet  (  does  watching  count ?  because  she  loves  watching  ballet  and  would  attend  all  the  time  ),   jewelry - making, topiary,  tabletop roleplaying,  calligraphy,  pole  dancing,  zumba,  rock  collecting,  crossword  puzzles,  jigsaw  puzzles, motorsports,  taming  animals,  hacking,  tattoo artistry,  storm  chasing ( ohhhhhh someone go with her ),  ballroom dancing,  flower  pressing, competitive  eating

flying  planes,  flying  spacecrafts,  blogging, model  building,  model engineering,  building  with  legos,  building  in  the  sims,  stenciling,  soapmaking, miming,  ventriloquy,  computer  programming,  trivia,  ghost - hunting,  chasing  down  mysteries, kite  flying,  hiking,  robotics,  watercolour  painting softball,  house  flipping,  sudoku,  chess,  winemaking,  breadmaking,  cheesemaking,  gossiping ( doesn’t that already happen at work...? ),  clubbing,  salsa  dancing,  poker,  badminton,   bowling,  ice  hockey,  track  and  field,  cross  country,  astrology,  stargazing,  colouring,  prose  writing,  makeup  artistry,  quilting

leathercraft,  piano,  violin,  acrylic  painting,  guitar,  ink  painting,  sketching,  flute,  clarinet, hula  hooping,  toy  collecting,  spray  painting,  research, language  learning,  board  games,  hairstyling, keeping  up  with  the  latest  trends, brainteasers, cartography, drums,  comic  book  collecting.

digital  painting,  songwriting,  cleaning,  freestyle  dancing,  podcast  hosting,  toymaking,  bingo,  pilates,  sightseeing,  cheerleading, wine  tasting,  metalworking,  antiquing,  metal  detecting,  art  collecting,  home  brewing,  memorabilia  collecting,  tapestry  weaving,  thrifting

shoemaking,  furniture  building,  home  improvement,  essay  writing, leaf  pressing,  conducting  science  experiments,  skull  collecting ( they do that at work already ),  mountain  biking,  dumpster  diving,  roasting  coffee,  brewing  tea,  harp,  puppetry,  skateboarding,  saxophone,  trombone,  tuba,  trumpet,  cello,  ukulele.

tagged by: @undrowns  ( that was a wild ride from start to finish to read winter sjdlkfjsld ) tagging: @bloodxhound @virtusdemonte @cuttingcanine / @aptlyattorney @eternasci @edgelord-dl6 @kagoshou @genieuslaw​ @atendersun​ and you!! steal it!!