#super blink and youll miss it

[syncogon]

— it was all for Lu Guang?

Link Click Live Action (2024)

[howlingday]

Ruby: Nothing inside of anyone should ever be described as "THE BEAST".

Blake: I'd love to have a beast within me Chat: O_O Blake: Just saying

Ruby: I mean, I can let some stuff, like, "THE WOLF IS COMING OUT!" Like, that one has some legs. I'm just sayin'. But if you say, "The Beast", it's like, dude, chill... relax.

Blake: I meant like beauty and the beast........ does that make it better chat

Ruby: "I'd love to have a beast within me" is what Blake is saying. "I mean like Beauty and The Beast, does that make it better, Chat?" Blake, that actually makes it WORSE.

Ruby: I knew Blake was a furry.

Blake: what the fuck I am not

Ruby: I'm not judging you, but uh... I'm gonna make it public knowledge.

Ruby: "What the fuck I am not". Blake, listen, at the very least, you're a closet furry. You're not coming out and saying it with your chest is the problem here. Like, I swear to the Brothers, you've got, like, 17 different furry-based conversation topics. Like, you've said, and I quote and I'm gonna put up on stream, too, "God, I really want a khajiit to absolutely fuck me"!

Blake: Khajiit fuckers rise up Blake: The freaks come out the instant Ruby starts talking Blake: Fish man fans? Anyone? Looking Blake: You love the fish man and you know it Blake: Watch the movie youll get it Blake: I blinked and missed a hot khajiit? Blake: Show me the beefcake

Ruby: I mean it! You actually said that! You have said it in my chat! So you can't keep doing this whole "I didn't fucking say that" BECAUSE YOU CAN'T HAVE IT BOTH WAYS!

Ruby: "I want a beast inside of me~!" and then you choose to establish afterwards, rather than leaving it vague and up to interpretation, you say "No, I mean Beast from Beauty and the Beast inside of me NOW"! BECAUSE I'VE GOT NEWS FOR YOU, BLAKE! You can't then be, "But I'm not a furry~!"

Blake: BEAST FROM BEAUTY AND THE THE BEAST IS NOT A FURRY OKAY Blake: HES A BEAST Blake: THATS ALL

Ruby: Let's chill. Let's relax here. I'm not judging you. But it's exhausting when I acknowledge what it is and you say, ""NUH UH~! WRONG~! WRONG~! HE'S A BEAST~!"

Ruby: If I pull him up, I'm going to see nothing but hair. Alright? Nothing but hair, top to bottom. And then I'm gonna see tusks. Fucking under tusks! Because you're fucking kidding me if you're telling me that's not a furry. That is a furry!

Blake: Some men are hairy though

Ruby: IT AIN'T A MAN, THOUGH! ALRIGHT?! BECAUSE IF HE WAS A MAN, THEN HE WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN HIDING IN A FUCKING CASTLE IN THE MOUNTAIN BECAUSE EVERYONE KNEW HE WAS A MONSTER!

Ruby: If he was a man, he'd just say, "Welp, guess I gotta shave today~!" The issue wasn't "Oh, I need to find a razor~!" He said, "A FUCKING WITCH TURNED ME INTO A BEAST!" A beast! "It also turned everyone in my mansion into frickin' tupperware!" WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!

Ruby: It's not called, "Beauty and the Hairy Man" now is it?! If you walk up to a bear and you shave them, they're not "a man now". Because I've got news for you, that's not how it works! That is a beast! Still a beast.

Blake: To clarify I don't want to fuck Chewbacca

Ruby: ...I am going to be super honest right now. Chewbacca is a wookie. And the Beast in Beauty and the Beast is LITERALLY a wookie. Like, it is a wookie! That is a wookie.

Ruby: If I pull up a picture of those two things, 9/10 people are gonna say, "That's a wookie". Meanwhile, one Blake is gonna say, "NUH-UH! NUH-UH!"

[stevie-petey]

a little emotional wholesome angsty blurb for will & bug?

will n bug <33

enjoy !

"youll miss me, right?"

youre in the byers kitchen, apron tied around your waist as you crack eggs into a bowl. the batter below you is littered with chocolate chips.

wills question startles you. "whats this about?"

"i dont know..." he shrugs, hands you another egg for you to crack. "just a question."

you look at him. hes hunched over at the counter, he wont meet your eye. you can tell that he regrets asking you the question, for revealing too much of his doubts to you. will knows better than anyone how well you read people.

especially him.

"it was just a question, y/n-" will tries to pretend it was nothing. he backs away from the counter, tries to run to his room and pretend none of this ever happened. he ruined your day together. all week will had been looking forward to baking with you, to spending the day with you and no one else.

no dustin.

no jonathan.

no steve.

just you and will.

and now hes ruined it. he always ruins it.

"will," he still wont look up at you, so you step away from the batter and walk over to him. wills body tenses at your touch, but slowly, ever so slowly, he exhales and allows your hand to hold his. "of course im going to miss you."

"you wont..." he looks away from you again, blinking rapidly as e desperately tries not to reveal to you the tears. will thinks about this summer, how everyone seemed to forget about him. the fight with mike in the rain. the way the party so suddenly disbanded, almost as quickly as his childhood had. "you wont forget about me?"

"i could never." you grab wills shoulders, shake him slightly with every word you say. you cant believe he would ever, ever consider this. you fought off monsters for him, you searched high and low for him, you nearly died to bring him home to you.

and it had all been worth it.

will byers is your brother. hes your blood.

but you think you might know why he still cant see this.

"listen, little bee." you catch his eye. hes scared, you can see the fear and tears within them. your hands come up to his face, cradling it like you used to do when he was a little boy. "i love you so, so much. you deserve so much in this world, more than what it has given you. do you understand?"

will nods, but it isnt enough for you.

kissing the top of his head, you pull him into a hug. "youre capable of so much love, its your hidden super power."

"kind of a lame power..."

you laugh, will does too. "its nothing like els, but its yours."

"i'll miss you, y/n." will breathes against you, and you hold him even tighter.

youll miss him, too.

“COME HOME” BLURB MASTERLIST

if you’d like to buy me a coffee ☕︎

[cherrb333]

Renai's backstory

Ok, here we go, you can skip this section if you dont want to read it lol. Anyways, here it is, my first story that im posting here! Let me know if you would like to see more, im actually really proud with how to turned out, and i hope youll like it as much as i liked writing it:)

Fluff, angst, and a little bit of manipulation on big mama’s part. This is the story of Renai, who is the missing little sister of the turtles. They were separated when she was just a baby. Also ill repost an image of her to show you more info on her! Thanks for reading and bye bye~

ps. its also on ao3 if you wanna read it there:D

Explosions rippled through the building as sparks flew, one minute she was in the arms of a rat-looking guy, and the next she went flying into a sewer drain, crashing into a cold substance. She swam up, peeping desperately as she tried to keep her tiny head above water. As if god had heard her, a piece of wood floated over to her and she gripped it with her tiny little three-fingered hands. The water was strong, almost pulling the poor little turtle down into the deep depths of the water below, but she clung to it hard, desperate to stay above water as the waves smacked her back and forth, it didn't stop until a few hours later, she ended up crashing against a wall. She peeped louder and louder, desperate to be noticed by anyone! Soon, her peeps were answered. A high-pitched accented voice sounded from a few inches above her, completely silencing her peeping.

“My, my, what have we here? A little turtley-poo?” as soon as she was thrown into the water, the quicker she was pulled out of it, she blinked tears out of her little eyes, sniffling as she looked up at her saviour, making grabby hands as she continued to chirp and peep at the spider. The spider lady placed the little turtle on her back, beginning to walk away from the river curtly. “Ah yes, you will do well once you’ve grown, my little pet.” she ran her thumb over the little turtle's head softly, petting her head.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

The sound of her alarm caused her to crash off the bed with a yelp, scaring the poor cat lying on her legs half to death. The cat meowed with a little questioning lilt in his tone, the striped turtle groaned as she sat up, rubbing her head, and she felt a bump forming where she had hit it. She sighed as she stumbled out of the blanket, almost tripping as she got caught up in the fabric. She pushed the blanket down, placing it back on the bed neatly as she petted her cat.

“Sorry, solstice, didn't mean to scare ya!” she giggled as the cat purred, already forgetting what she had done. She scrambled to grab her belt and mask, tying them on before running out to the hallway and down the stairs. “Good morning stan!” she called to the bellhop as she ran into the elevator with a pep in her step. The owl yokai grunted as he looked at her with a curt nod. He was always so quiet, so Renai didn’t comment on it. She bounced on her heels, tapping her fingers on her side nervously. “Sooooo, today’s my big day! Mama’s letting me join the battle nexus!” she spoke up, attempting once again to start a conversation, only to come up dry as the owl simply grunted in return. Her face fell into a scowl. “Not much for conversation as usual are we, Stanford?” she joked, getting a roll of his eyes in response. Her eyebrows furrowed as she tapped her foot on the floor of the elevator. She was always super hyper, so it was no surprise to see she couldn't stay still, even for a second. “Come on~ not even a hello? A si?? Come onnnnn, for your favorite turtle? Pleaseeeeee~” she batted her eyes, using her puppy dog eyes. She only got a huff in response, making her sulk as the owl turned away from her, opening the door to the elevator. 

“Here’s your stop miss…” he gruffly spoke, gesturing for her to leave, she sulked the entire time she exited the elevator.

“Fine~ but I will get a smile out of you soon! I promise!” she exclaimed as she bolted down the hall to her mother’s office, bursting through the doors with a sparkle in her eyes.

“G’ morning Mother!” she exclaimed as she came sliding through the door, almost crashing into a wall had she not been grabbed by Gus, who had been standing by the door when she came running in. She hugged the dog Yokai before jumping down, patting his head as she turned to her mother, who held a hand over her mouth as she snickered into her hand at her daughters' antiques.

“Ah! What scrumbulent timing, my pet!” she wicks her finger, beckoning the young turtle to come forth. “I have a special task for you my deary-doo!” she exclaimed, tapping her thumbs together as she swivelled around to look out the giant window that overlooked the outside world. Renai hummed, confused.

“With you joining the battle nexus soon, I must know you are up for the challenge pet,” she turned around giving her daughter a small smile. “I need you to fetch something for me…or really, someone” she explained vaguely, causing Renai’s confusion to be replaced by even more confusion and slight frustration. 

“Wh- b-but mom! You said-” She was interrupted by her mother’s tutting as she felt the slender fingers place over her mouth to quiet her.

“I know what I said, pet,” she exclaimed, pulling her fingers away from her daughter's mouth she stood from her seat. “But this mission is more important than your debut,” Renai felt as if her head was pounding. This was all so confusing, her mother never put anything above her precious battle nexus. This must be really really important. That’s two really’s. She huffed, bowing her head as she fell onto one knee in respect for her mother.

“Ok mother,” she sulked, almost tearing up as she felt a great sadness at not being able to prove to her mom that she was ready. “What is my mission.” Big Mama hummed, patting the girl's head, and running her fingers down to her striped cheek. 

“Well, little turtley-poo, you see, I have run into quite the oody-woozle. There has been a rise in mutants, and those pesky turtles keep getting in the way of my splendiferous plans!” she sulked, wiping a fake tear away from her eye. “So, I want you to watch them. Become friends with them.” she fell back into her chair, pushing a gem into her daughters hand. “And report back to me with any information you would find would benefit me- i mean us! If i find out what the turtley-poos are up to, i can finally take them down! And~ if you succeed, i will let you fight, in the battle nexus, no complaints. But, pet, if you fail…well lets hope you wont, because i promsie you, big mama will lock you up forever, never to interact, talk, nor fight. Ever. again.” she threatened, causing renai’s eyes to widen, fear swirling in the golden irises along with anxiety and sadness.

“Yes, mother, i promise you…i wont fail.” she bowed her head, clenching her fist against her knee as she swiftly stood up, receiving another pat on the head.

“Alright, good luck, my pet” she pulled her hand away, serious face quickly replaced by a fake smile. “Now, go pack. I have it arranged for you to stay in the city amongst the humans. You will be given a human disguise to blend in, and you will watch the turtles from afar. I love you, deary-doo!” big mama curled her fingers together on her desk, placing her head on her hands as she nodded at gus to escort renai out. 

“Love you too, Mom” she whispered, scuffling out the door where she was handed a suitcase full of her belongings. She quickly walked back to her room, where she grabbed Solstice, placed him in a cat carrier, and rushed out the door. Her feet fell on the carpeted floor rushing over to the elevator, where the familiar face of the owl bellhop stood with a scowl on his face. This was it. Her first time outside. She hoped it went well, she would hate to disappoint her mother

part 1/?

part 1 | part 2 | master post

[sickadelia]

idk if anyone has posted about this yet (most likely not) but this lives in my head rent free all the time so I thought I might as well share!

this is a ss from BPS, where Jonny hops on the bus and heads to the city. if you’re not canadian, this image probably means nothing to you, but I AM and this is an actual easter egg that made me scream and weep and cry.

eene and AKA are based in vancouver, which is a city in canada (duh). it’s pretty famous for film and cartoon production in general, so if you hear an eds VA in mlp or some other cartoon then it’s probably produced over here. anyway, that “seawall” is a real thing in van, it’s a huge running path right by the water that is super popular with runners and cyclists. it’s probably one of the city’s most iconic spots.

this is probably just an easter egg and not an illusion to the whole show being set in canada with self-deprecating characters (though one day i’ll find enough evidence to try and explain a buckwild theory like that), but since eene kinda had to fake being american to appeal to the predominately american cn viewerbase (we didn’t have cn until 2014), this blink and youll miss it moment made me :’)))

[ultramantr1gger]

Obligatory talk about sonic.exe ask :]

EEE THANK U

first impression: imagine me, about 10 years old, watching luigikid gaming play sonic.exe games. coolest shit ever to me i swear. i used to cover my eyes when the i am god image appeared

impression now: mmm stupid little creepypasta hedgehog who i love with my whole heart he kills people but yknow what thats fine he can do whatever he wants

favorite moment: i like it when umm uh he kills people and blood goes everywhgere its a very blink and youll miss it moment

idea for a story: u dont know how many i have literally.....many survivor tails because hes a boss and deserves to kill that motherfucker

unpopular opinion: i dont like when ppl make him cute,, no offense to ppl who do but like....u r REMOVING his WEIRDO SWAG

fav relationship: idk he doesnt like. interact with anyone besides killing them but i think he and fleetway super sonic should be friends

fav headcanon: hes god. he says it himself man idk what to tell you

[baldinggoat]

Omg I totally agree with everything you and the last anon said about rep. Like I adore astarion but it feels really bad that the only companion that is explicitly queer is one who really does fall into some harmful stereotypes and will absolutely have some... less than savory endings (judging from certain dialogue and how well he handles the book). Also his romance scene did not account for you playing a male character... At all... he's not picking up my six foot tall tiefling boy. There is no way he could it's not happening (I loved your comic about that lol)

Also as a lesbian, I enjoy Alfira but I also got the sense that she and her mentor were involved and I was like oh boy. A non-explicit wlw romance where one died brutally.... We haven't seen that before....

Like really how hard would it have been for them to add a gay couple to the existing tieflings. Or like one damn nonbinary NPC. Or have like any of the other companions mention an interest in the same gender. Like I feel like Wyll easily could have had an ex in the Flaming Fists or Shadowheart could have mentioned being with women. I'm really hoping... Karlach will be canonically wlw but even then it would be like oh we got the morally questionable vampire and the morally questionable lady who worked with devils (that's not a judgement on Karlach she didn't really have a choice lol I love her but... looks bad on paper)

YOU AND ME BOTH LMAOOO i got a 6′4″ teifling, youre telling me a 5′9″, 8 points in strength motherfucker picked him up???? no. no. no. NO. i hated it. (and this is like, kinda personal but his romance scene made me feel gender dysphoria as a trans bi guy lol)

and i said it before but ill keep saying it, they didn’t even HAVE m/m storyboards for the romance scenes. I’m predicting it now, if they do have any canon m/m, itll be blink and youll miss it, or some tragic awful bullshit, and if its f/f, its going to be like....super creepy oversexualized, or like a fucking threesome you can have with your player, i dont know, im a pessimist. 

also karlach...i hope...i do not expect but i pray hope... i also hope if you leave her alone shell hook up with lae’zel, like lae’zel did with wyll. i also heard if you fuck wyll, astarion hooks up with lae’zel?? so i hope these like, background romances arent all only m/f. but um. im not holding my breath or anything. 

[theravencawsatmidnight]

Writing Prompts! Continuation for “Here Kitty Kitty” with Aizawa and Cat Quirk Pro Hero reader.

I love this little Prompt so much i- hfcrgb.

This is the third part for it! If you would like to read the Original Prompt and Part 2 its under the CattyAizawa tag!!!

A/N. This is super soft♥️ i hope its okay that its not a NSFW thing. (Pt3!)

Aizawa moved you into his home the day after youre heat started. He had to go back to teaching at UA soon and did not want to wait, he also did not want you walking around by youreself after a patrol while youre heat was around. You were upset that he had to go back to UA but there was nothing you could really do. He was a Pro Hero and a Teacher. When you were all moved in Aizawa brought you to his bed to hold and cuddle you . He nibbled at youre ear and you looked up at him purring loud untill he looked at you.

“Yes kitten?”

“When do you go back?”

“Tomorrow.” He answered , his voice low and exhausted. Poor guy did not want to go back.

You purred into his chest sending vibrations down to his legs . He chuckled pulling you close to him cupping youre face and kissing you gently .

“Youre making it harder for me to go back ya know. You think Nezo will believe me if i tell him my cat needs me?”

“Didint you use that line the three years i was there?” You teased nuzzling at his scruffy cheeks getting a chuckle out of him.

“Yes i did Kitten, do you know how many times id have to leave a meeting because you got into a fight with someone?”

“Maybe.. two..”

He nibbled youre ear making a “un uh “ sound and you squeaked trying to get away from him. Aizawa held you tight laughing for a minute.

“Almost every meeting i had for three years. Someone would run in and say ‘Aizawa, they are at it again’ and i would have to say to Nezo . ‘Sorry, my cat needs me.’”

You purred and couldint help but have a huge smile on youre face . Those three years of cat and mouse were youre favorite. Everytime he would drag you away from whoever you were fighting with his capture tape and just give you this tired ‘really? Again?’ Look .

“He might. Will you say it anyway and tell me?”

Aizawa laid you down getting ontop of you , he leaned down rubbing his scruff on you making you laugh and struggle under him for awhile. Aizawa cupped youre face kissing you lovingly and deeply. You purred making his face and shoulder vibrate . Aizawa pulled away to smile down at you and stroke youre cheek.

“Im pretty sure he would suspend me, kitten. I wont be here when you wake up too..”

He frowned at youre down ears . He really did not want to leave you. Running into you like this was the light in his dark world. Even when he knew you would be here when he got home , he still did not want to go. And youre heat worried him, it would last for at least a week and if he could tell it was happening .. then others could too. You purred up at him pawing at his face making him blink and lose his train of thought.

“Youll be okay kitten?”

“Yes sensei.. ill be here . I have no plans to go out when i dont need to patroll.”

He laid his head down on youre chest listening to you purr. As cheesy as it was .. it was his favorite song . The gentle vibrations mixing with youre heartbeat sent him into a very content and happy state. Sometimes he would even pull you to him placing his ear on youre chest just to listen for a minute while you ran youre fingers through his hair.

“Kitten..tomorrow im going to look up some things about youre heat. See if theres anything i can do to help while im not here.”

“Okay Sensei. I might.. have a nest when you get home. Its just a pile of youre clothes that have youre scent.”

“Is my scent that strong? I thought that was just Alphas and Omegas.”

“Well.. as long as you have a animal quirk .. you can smell it. And youres makes me crazy heh.”

Aizawa rubbed his scruff on you again with a tired smile on his face. “Oh kitten.. you make me so happy. That makes me so happy”

“You make me happy too Sensei.”

You kissed his lips and Aizawa laid his head back down listening to you purr all night. One of his favorite things about you was you stayed up all night sometimes with him . You purred for hours and sometimes would get tripped up because it tickled and you would have to stop and laugh. Aizawa would laugh and have to get up and get you some water. Sometimes he would spoon you so he could nibble youre ear and stroke youre tail too. Whichever he chose , you loved it.

In the morning Aizawa was already up watching the coffee pot. He was leaning on the counter with his arms crossed thinking.

The nest was okay, he didint mind that .

His scent could help you .

He sighed pouring his coffee into his cat cup taking a slow much needed sip. Was there anyone at UA he could ask ? He peaked in on you before leaving to see you curled up asleep purring quietly. He smiled watching for a minute. “Have a good day kitten.” Quietly he left the house and groaned up at the sky. He took another sip of his coffee and made his way to UA.

At UA Aizawa was in the teachers lounge browsing the internet for anything that could help you. The scent thing seemed to be a top result along with breeding . He laid his cheek on his palm resting his elbow on his desk groaning. He was so busy searching he did not see Midnight walk in . She went over to him to say hi but got no response. She blinked leaning down to look at him and then the computor screen. She got a huge grin on her face and she elbowed him breaking his focus.

“So whos the lucky lady?”

Aizawa looked less than thrilled , no one exactly knew you were with Aizawa. He groaned into his palm and Midnight elbowed him again.

“You cant tell anyone , no one knows”

“Sure thing , you can trust me.”

“Do you.. remember Y/N? Graduated last year?”

“Oh yeah! Where did you find her?”

“She was interning with the Wild Wild PussyCats. They made her wear their uni-“

He blinked realizing he told her to much but it was too late. Midnight was covering her mouth trying not to laugh.

“Uhgnn.”

“Aizawa!!!” She slapped his shoulder making him lean forward and grunt.

“Keep youre voice down.. shes in heat i dont know how to help if im not there.”

She leaned down close to his ear. “Cmon tell me , did you do it there?”

“Yes.”

“Oouu!!! With all the students there Aizawa you naughty teacher!”

“Can you help me or not?”

Midnight giggled turning the keyboard to her typing something up . She pointed to the screen and Aizawa felt himself get aroused .

“It wont help her physically but it helps reassure her that shes youre wittle kitty cat!!!”

Aizawa closed the window and got up ignoring her , a small smile on his face.

You woke up maybe an houre after Aizawa left. You were craving his scent today and just him holding you. You had to force youreself to get up and get in the shower. When you got out you mewed all day for him . Laying in his bed wasint enough though..

You got up going to the closet pulling his yellow sleeping bag out and pulling down some of his shirts and pants. The pile of clothes fell on the sleeping bag and you crawled under it getting inside the sleeping bag mewing loud all day.

Aizawa came home to a quiet house, he went down to his room to see... a pile of his clothes ontop of his sleeping bag. He heard you purring and saw little movement in his sleeping bag. Aizawa snapped a picture on his phone and went over couching down liftinh one of his shirts to see youre sad face.

“Hi kitten. I brought you something.” He held up a little bag and you sat up falling out of his sleeping bag clinging to him.

Aizawa smiled squeezing you as tight as he could. He let out a very long sigh of relief . He was so happy to have you in his arms again. You peaked up at him mewing and he rubbed youre ear and kissed youre fore head.

“I missed you too Kitten. Here open this “

You sat down between his legs peaking in the bag . Youre ears shot up straight and you took the item out . It was a pretty light red collar with a heart in the front.

“I rubbed it on my shirt so hopfully it smells like me.”

You held it out to him and he put it on you and kissed you deeply. He wrapped his arms around you getting in the sleeping bag and turning you to face him.

“Like it?”

“..i love it.. thank you..”

He chuckled kissing youre cheek. “Youre welcome kitten”

[brunhiddensmusings]

if you were wondering what people used before then the options included pennanulars which were super useful and common since literally the bronze age (before then they just had annulars, which were shitty) and didnt stop being used untill the victorian era when they morphed into broaches which are occasionally still used because theyre basically a more pretty safety pin anywyas but for quite a while it was normal for people to incorporate straight up large straight pins as just a normal part of how you got dressed every day. ‘pin money’ was a term that meant ‘the extra bit of money needed to look decent’ because fasion required several outfits to be pinned on you by a helper the ryme ‘find a penny pick it up, all day long youll have good luck’ was originally ‘find a pin and pick it up’ as people lost pins freaking everywhere, but the luck wasnt just ‘hey free pin’ it was also thought that witches needed to find ‘lost iron’ to cast their most feared hexes such as paralysis so your good luck was from depriving a potential witch of the material component to bewitch people by claiming the pin before your local street witch did fast forward to dungeons and dragons including that to cast ��hold person’ you need a nail or a pin in reference to this belief, because if you think nerds today go deep lore you know nothing about the late 70s/early 80s nerd levels of obscure knowledge they would throw in with blink and you miss it jokes like casting ‘sleep’ needs sand like you are the sandman and casting hideous laughter requires throwing a small pie at the target or the ‘mister wizard’ science experiment where you can produce static electricity with rabit fur and an amber or crystal rod is needed to cast ‘lightning bolt’ and the material components for ‘fireball’ are ingredients for gunpowder (bat guano is the most prevalent source of saltpeter that doesnt require a chem lab to produce) and darkvision requires a carrot please help me i need to sleep but i cant turn my brian off and im tempted to find visual aids a tranq dart or something would be nice

it was 1849.

[phan-of-the-pen]

I Dare You To Stay: Chapter 14

Hey!! I’m back once again with a new chapter!! Sorry this took so long you guys, I’ve been super busy with normal life, trying to write new updates for this fic, and trying to write my three PBB fics! Anyways, I hope you enjoy and thank you for sticking around! @billetdouxblossom

Tags for chapter: fluff, minor angst, major BFF bonding omg

Words for chapter: ~2.7

Fic Summary: Dan Howell is a barista working a shitty job, frequenting his shitty apartment, and living a shitty existence, hiding his asexuality and going for a PHD in self-depreciation and depression. Phil Lester is a part-time intern, part-time employee at a local weather station, trying to get experience in his field and make a name for himself, while juggling a second job at the nearby Tesco’s to give him some financial breathing room. Their paths were never supposed to meet, but what happens when they do anyways, one rainy day in Manchester?

(ao3!)

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Dan curled himself up in a blanket on his couch, phone in hand.

He hadn't heard from Jaime at all today minus her early morning texts, but knowing her, she'd still burst into Dan's flat in a whirlwind after her audition for one of her and Dan's infamous Best Friends Only Nights.

No significant others, no texting other people, no social media, just the two of them, ice cream, pizza, every blanket and pillow they can find, and sad romcoms playing in the background as they talk and cry and laugh.

And as far as preparation, Dan had already ordered the pizza, there was plenty of ice cream in his freezer, and at least half a dozen blankets were swallowing the sofa.

All he was missing was his best friend.

>> From: Phil Lester (is amazing!!)

so youre telling me I wont get you at ALL tonight?

>> To: Phil Lester (is amazing!!)

yep. a Best Friends Only Night was called and rules state no s.o. just us bffs

>> From: Phil Lester (is amazing!!)

>:(

>> To: Phil Lester (is amazing!!)

srry mate but youll survive i promise

>> From: Phil Lester (is amazing!!)

I might just die you dont know

>> To: Phil Lester (is amazing!!)

wow i didnt know i picked up such a needy boyfriend

Dan grinned. He may have sounded exasperated in his text, but really, Phil whining about not having Dan for a single night was making his mood soar.

It felt good to be wanted by someone other than just Jaime.

>> From: Phil Lester (is amazing!!)

ddddaaaaaannnnnnn

>> To: Phil Lester (is amazing!!)

pppphhhhiiiilllllll

>> From: Phil Lester (is amazing!!)

fine but I get you tomorrow so I can catch up on my very important dan time

>> To: Phil Lester (is amazing!!)

u can get ur dan time and i can get my phil time it sounds like a plan

Dan clicked off his phone when he heard his door fly open. There's Jaime, late as usual.

"Daniel Howell, where the fuck are you!"

"On the sofa already starting this Best Friends Night without you!" Dan laughed in response. She sounded breathless but happy, which was making Dan's hopes for her soar. She had to have gotten that role.

Jaime was there in a moment, landing on him in a heap and talking a mile a minute, too fast for Dan to catch everything, but managing to grasp a few words here or there. Still not enough to piece together a proper story about her day, though.

"Jaime," Dan said quickly when she stopped to breathe, "I need you to slow down—you're talking way too fast for me to understand you dork. Did you get the part? Or do I need to kick a judge's ass?"

She looked at Dan with wide eyes and smiled, wide enough to cover her whole face.

"I got it. I got the part." She said in a whisper, like she couldn't believe the words.

Dan felt his jaw drop in one moment and the next snap right back up so he could cheer as he tackled her in a hug, his much larger body easily covering hers.

"I knew it! I knew it, Jaime! God! This is the break you were waiting for and you're gonna be a star now and oh my gosh when are the tickets going out I'm going to buy five and-"

"Dan!" She said, laughing. "Now you're the one rambling!"

Dan clamped his jaw shut to stop himself, feeling his eyes crinkle and smile go wide.

"I'm just way too happy for you, Jaime. You've got to tell me everything."

They ended back up on the couch, huddled together under the blanket Dan had previously been under alone. Jaime relayed everything to him, from the sudden call-back to her trip there. She talked about how huge the theatre was and how Dan would absolutely love it. Jaime talked about the director and the cast so far, and how there was this really cute girl that was a part of the stage crew, and Dan just soaked it all up, getting caught in the glamour.

Jaime reached for another slice of the pizza that had arrived half-way through her explaining that the theatre had three gigantic chandeliers.

"All of the main parts have been casted already, but now they're moving on to the 'second wave' so to speak, and auditions are opening back up in a few days so..." Jaime trailed off, looking hopeful.

Dan snorted.

"Jaime, I know you're excited but you can't have two parts."

"Sciocco, I mean for you to try for a part! Not me!"

"Jaime, I haven't acted in anything in over a year-"

"Dan-"

"-and besides I won't get it."

"You don't know that! I thought I wasn't even going to get a call-back and look where we are right now! I'm the face of this musical!"

"Yeah, well I'm sure that all of the people that didn't get a main character like you are going to try out for the smaller ones and there's no doubt that they're better than me."

"Dan, you're an insane actor—there's no way that you couldn't get even the smallest part! And besides, do you really want to be a barista for the rest of your life? Acting is your dream, Dan. These directors are picking new talent that hasn't been seen on a big stage before left and right. There's more of a chance that you could get this than you think."

"Jaime," Dan sighed, "we both know that I can't afford to miss work as much as I'm going to need to for practice. And on top of that, I won't be able to pay for the tickets I'm going to need to get to London and back so many times. If it was here in Manchester, maybe I'd entertain the  idea, but I just can't. I'd be out of my flat in a month from not being able to afford rent once practice rolls around."

Jaime groaned.

"Dan-"

"No, Jaime, I'll sit this one out."

She muttered something under her breath that Dan just didn't quite get before nodding a disgruntled 'fine' and pouting. After another piece and a half of pizza, Jaime knocked her shoulder into Dan's.

"So, what's going on with you? Was today really bad?"

"Steve was a royal dick."

"Expected."

"Mary almost had a go at him."

"Mary? Little old lady Mary? Mi Dio, what did he do?"

Dan brought his bandaged hand out from under the blankets, where it had been curled up over his stomach. Jaime nearly choked on the bite of pizza in her mouth when she saw it, and her eyes immediately darkened with anger.  

"He kind of hip-checked me while I was making her coffee, and I ended up burning myself." Dan said, definitely playing the situation down to avoid Jaime descending upon Steve like a grim reaper. As much as Dan might have loved to see that, it wouldn't have been worth it.

"But don't worry it's fine! Phil wrapped up and everything."

"Phil was there too now? And what the hell did he do, go out and buy bandages? We don't have these kind in the first-aid kit." She said, bringing Dan's hand over by his wrist to inspect the bandage. Her eyes roved over the rest of Dan's frame as well, looking for any other sign of injury, frowning.

Dan blushed.

"Ah, no, he had these at his flat."

Jaime raised a brow.

"You're telling me that he went all the way to his flat, grabbed some bandages, and came all the way back to the coffee shop just because you got a burn even though we had ones in the back?"

"No," he said, squirming, "we went to his flat for lunch. After he nearly threatened to dump a coffee on Steve's head."

"Why the fuck-"

"We're dating." Dan blurted, eyes going wide as soon as the words left his mouth. He had meant to be more tactile with telling her, damnit. Jaime blinked at him in disbelief. "Surprise?" He added, unsure.

"Tell me everything right now it's about time you two got together, jesus christ."

So Dan ended up telling Jaime all about how Phil showed up at his flat, the texts, today, their talk about Dan's past, and how Phil had swooped in like a saint to take him away from Steve, breaking for Jaime to disappear for a moment, only to come pack with a gallon on ice cream and two spoons.

"Oh my god you two were snogging on this couch."

"Shut up!"

"You can't deny it, Howell, you literally just told me!"

"That doesn't mean we have to talk about it!"

Jaime snickered and spooned another mountain of ice cream into her mouth.

"He's going to be in our coffee shop at every hour of the day now that you finally said yes, isn't he? God, don't even answer that he's like a puppy, he is."

Dan's face was beet-red, and he suspected that the blush wouldn't go down for a while, or at least until Jaime let up on the teasing.

"My boyfriend isn't a puppy. But yeah, he probably is going to be there a lot." Dan muttered through a mouth-full of ice cream.

"A lot my ass he won't leave unless you do."

"Jaime, shut up."

"Oi, this is the first relationship you've been in in years, it's my right to tease you to death."

Dan stuck out his tongue at her.

"Love you too, Danny."

Jaime shifted on the couch, and continued to reach for the ice cream, but thankfully stopped her suggestive smiles and teasing in lieu of smugly eating dessert.

They polished off an impressive amount of ice cream before Jaime pushed the container away, onto the table.

"We've had way too much. I'm throwing in the towel for the both of us."

"Speak for yourself, loser." Dan said, but admittedly throwing his spoon into the container of ice cream and flopping back into the couch. "What's next on the agenda, then? Are we going to cut into sleeping already? It's only about ten."

"No, you're not going to pass out on me, Danny, I'm not done with you yet."

Dan whined, but obediently sat up when Jaime swatted at his arm.

Unlike the rest of the night prior, this time Jaime looked stern. She wasn't bubbling over with excitement and joy like she had been when she had arrived, and she wasn't oozing disbelief and I-told-you-he-liked-you-but-you-didn't-believe-me-dumbass like when Dan was busy talking about Phil. She was determined and slightly reserved, but also showing hints of worry.

"I've been honestly meaning to talk to you about this for awhile, I just didn't really know how to bring it up, I guess? But I finally got my head out of my ass and realized that it doesn't matter if I'm vaguely unsure because this is about you."

Dan swallowed, suddenly nervous. His head immediately went to the worst-case he could think of. Was Jaime unhappy with their friendship? Changed her mind about her acceptance of Dan's sexuality?

Something else?

Her eyes seemed to be piercing his, keeping them from darting away. Dan wasn't sure if her gaze reassured him or heightened his anxiety.

"I want you to see a therapist, Dan. No, don't say anything yet, this is non-negotiable. You've been depressed since I've known you, and while I'm sure that some of that had to do with repressing your ace-ness, nowhere near all of it is, and it's gotten worse since you were just that too-tall kid to stumble through my store doors looking for a job. Dan, there are times when you can't get out of bed. And don't think I haven't noticed your increasing anxiety. Dan," Jaime said, grabbing Dan's hand, "I want you to be happy because you deserve to be. You don't deserve to suffer through that, and I don't want you to alone. I'll help you as much as you want me too, but I'm no professional, Dan. I can't help you how you need."

Dan felt tears prick at his eyes.

He'd been depressed for years now, ever since he was fourteen, really. It only got worse with his sexuality and his girlfriend, but things really went down-hill when he had gotten kicked out. It had taken him awhile to pick himself up from that after he finally found a stable place to stay, but he had thought he'd been managing it. Sure, he had more depressive episodes, but he knew how to handle those, what more did Jaime want?

"How do you know that? How do you know that you can't help?" Dan said, quietly. "Maybe it just takes time."

"Because I don't know how to help you other than support you through it. I can look through all of the forums on the internet—and believe me I have—and still not be able to help you like you need. All I can do is keep you going, I can't give you the tools you need to climb out of this hole you've ended up in."

There were tears dripping down Dan's cheeks. Was he really that sick? That his own best friend didn't even know how to help?

"One appointment, that's all that I'm asking for, Dan, please, I'll help you research the therapist and take you there and everything, I just need you to try. If not for you then for me." Jaime pleaded, wiping away Dan's tears with the sleeve of her jumper.

Dan looked back up at Jaime from where his eyes had slid down. She looked like she was about to cry herself, her expression looking so pained.

It's not that he liked feeling so numb.

It's not that he liked having a hard time to get out of bed.

It's not that he liked not having the energy to do the most basic things sometimes.

It's not that he liked being depressed.

It was just...all he knew.

He just wasn't sure what there was besides it. A normal life? That wasn't for him. It had been too long since he had had one.

"What if I can't get better? What if I'm just stuck like this?"

"If you're stuck like this, I'm going to find whatever punk-ass god or goddess who claims ownership of this shit universe and make them regret it, damnit."

A laugh bubbled out of Dan's chest before he could stop it, and Jaime smiled at him.

"Don't laugh, I mean it."

That only made Dan laugh harder, wiping away his own tears now. There was still something hard in his chest, but he felt lighter. Softer.

"Okay, I'll try, but only to save that 'punk-ass god' from you, you maniac."

Jaime snorted, but she pulled Dan back in for another hug, her smaller arms wrapping around Dan completely and making him feel warm inside. He hugged her back and whispered a small "thank you", not entirely sure that she heard it, but okay with it if she didn't. They didn't always need words to convey things between them, and Dan was sure that Jaime knew how much her care for him meant to him. Even after all of the tears and the drama.

They pulled themselves together after that and dug back into the ice cream, forgetting their prior self-restraint completely. Dan beat Jaime several times over in Mario Kart after they had finally paid the remainder of the movie that had been on in the background some attention, and after his seventh win, Jaime declared that they'd better sleep before she strangled a giddy-at-winning Dan. He teased her about it all through the clean-up, and didn't let up until she threatened to make him sleep outside.

"It's my flat! You can't kick me out!"

"Watch me, Howell. Now get your ass in bed."

Dan stuck his tongue out at her in his usual fashion, but did as she asked, pulling back the duvet on his bed—which she was already in—and flopping down next to her.

"Night, dork."

"Night, nerd."

Dan fell asleep easier than he had in awhile, warm and curled up with his best friend, the normal background noise of his thoughts settled for once.

[wlitz]

even if it is Really Fucken Bad i was super into a*t/s*k and when i heard that a Certain ship which was a lesbian ship became actually canon i was so fucken HAPPY cause it was my fave character but obviously i cant be happy cause she disappeared for basically a year worth of updtes and her death was revealed in a small panel it was a blink and youll miss it. why me

[ao3feed-larry]

Tell Me Now, Tell Me Now

by vanillabeanniall

“Ladybug!” Liam Payne was standing there with his phone out. Harry couldn’t help but smile at his best friend. Not that Liam knew it was him; to Liam, this was Ladybug, hero of Paris and untouchable icon. “I have a question that I think all the viewers here on the Ladyblog want to know: are you and Chat Noir dating?”

Harry blinked. “No,” he said quickly, “we’re just- friends. We’re partners! Teammates!”

“Of course, I should’ve known,” Liam responded, grinning behind the screen. “Ladybug’s heart belongs to Paris!”

Not exactly true. But Harry was the only one who knew just who owned Ladybug’s heart: Louis Tomlinson.

  In which Harry is Ladybug, Louis is Chat Noir, together they’re the hailed ‘Heroes of Paris,’ and each is in love with the other’s alter-ego.

Words: 54662, Chapters: 3/3, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band), i used miraculous ladybug as an au, so i wont tag it but its here

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan, Liam Payne, a few people from ml like chloe and shit, but im not gonna put this in that tag bc like shes not super important

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, sophiam and ziam are VERY briefly mentioned but like, blink and youll miss it - Relationship

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers, Mutual Pining, no sex but the implication of sex, Irony, the most ironic thing you will ever read seriously, this au is just a breeding ground for irony, Friends to Lovers, OT4 Friendship, squad 4 life, Fluff and Angst, lots of complimenting h&l bc i love them, Alternate Universe - College/University, but this is about the superheroes dont be deceived, they curse, love square, youll get it once you start reading, Baker Harry, Model Louis, niall is all-knowing, liam runs a newspaper basically

via AO3 works tagged 'Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson' http://ift.tt/2sRUljB

[hamishsteele]

Are any of yalls podcasts later going to give you a chance to talk about power rangers? Or saving that for later when there alis more news to discuss?

Maybe. I kinda want to do an episode about the trend of big studios announcing their teeny, tiny blink and youll miss it ounces of queer rep before the movie’s out and everyone doing think pieces about whether its good or not before they’ve seen it.

We might do a Power Rangers episode but Super Sentai and Tokusatsu are kinda my special interest and I would be very info dumpy and possibly not able to structure something very well.

[primadonnatartuffe]

-- invincibleDetective [ID] began bothering primadonnaTartuffe [PT] at 14:26 --

ID: Hello, hello. Telephone ring.

PT: moshi moshi ryan desu.

ID: Well howdy there, lil lady. I don't suppose you're Ryan's answering AI.

PT: lmao sure. also im japanese for some reason.

ID: Pretty witty for an answering machine.

PT: pretty and witty... much like ryan herself amirite?

ID: The better to take her messages with.

ID: This is. A beautiful stranger.

PT: oh my... im highlighting this information. ryans weak for beautiful strangers.

PT: what kind of message can i relay for you beautiful stranger?

ID: Just ask if she's avaliable for the coffee we promised to meet up for.

ID: Donuts are included. With and without the holes.

PT: well i just so happen to have access to her schedule and it looks like she is good to go on that front.

PT: also highlighting the bit about holes. an important distinction.

PT: youll see her at the coffee can. ;)

ID: Important in the way I wouldn't dare mention when discussing donuts.

ID: Let her know I'm here already.

PT: shell be there momentarily~!

RYAN: *ryan pockets her comm as she enters the coffee can, peeking around until she spots jack. it's easy enough, he sticks out like a sore thumb. she ambles up behind him and plarps him right on the head, mussing with his hair.* here i am.

JACK: *Do not plarp. But also do. Jack accepts the muss of his hair, even if it sends his shades askew. All the more reason to pluck them off and tuck them into his shirt. Angles himself until he's facing her, grey eyes vacant but searching still.* Oh good.

JACK: Sometimes strangers get familiar. It happens.

RYAN: *stupid pretty grey eyes. at least she can stare and he won't know. she slips into a seat next to him.* i know how it is.

RYAN: who wouldnt wanna get familiar with all this? *gestures at self.*

RYAN: by the way im gesturing at my killer bod.

JACK: Might need to demonstrate a little better. Only so much left to the imagination. *makes himself snort and plucks a donut hole up from the cup. Offers it out to her and chews.* 'Nut hole?

RYAN: *grins and takes it* im always a sucker for a good nut.

RYAN: the hole kind or otherwise.

JACK: Take your pick. They're frosting filled. *Having too much straight-faced fun here. He should probably be stopped.*

RYAN: *SNRK* id have them no other way??? *nibbles a donut hole.*

RYAN: thinly veiled sexual innuendo aside... whats up?

JACK: Nothing much. Having some coffee. Having a donut. *munch munch* Spoke with Finn yesterday.

JACK: He was... a little bent out of shape.

RYAN: *frowns, pausing before she speaks again.* is he alright?

JACK: I think so. He wasn't at first. But he's alright. *sips him coffee.* Did you want to order something?

RYAN: huh? oh right. ill get something in a second.

RYAN: what was bugging him?

JACK: Something about... not feeling like he was fit to look after Sofia. *blinks and frowns, looking much like his more somber self.* He was ready to take her to the adoption agency.

RYAN: whaaaat? *frowns too* man come on finn.

RYAN: hes great with her.

RYAN: and its pretty obvious she makes him really happy too.

JACK: Whatever the case... it was also pretty obvious he needed to sit down and reevaluate what he was doing.

JACK: Good thing he did. *mutters* He would have had a lot of regrets, otherwise.

RYAN: yeah... thats a relief. *shakes her head.*

RYAN: poor finn... always going through something.

JACK: But he always makes it through. *offers her a smile* Have you talked with him lately?

RYAN: oh yeah. i was at his place the other day to meet sofia. *kinda zones out thinking about it.*

JACK: What did you think of little miss Helen of Troy? *sips again*

RYAN: *laughs at the nickname.* i fucking adore her.

JACK: Of course you do. It's all a part of the ploy.

RYAN: hey... i know all about that.

RYAN: im plotting to take her under my wing. who better to teach her how to weaponize her good looks than her cool aunt ryan?

JACK: Well. I would nominate cool Uncle Jack but I think I'll settle with teaching her poker.

RYAN: *snickers* thats an important skill too.

JACK: I daresay the two skills are interchangable.

RYAN: we oughta team up then. ;)

JACK: *Oblivious to the actual winks but hears it in her tone of voice.* Good thing I've got the best of both worlds. At least, I like to think I do.

JACK: Confidence is the true power in this world.

RYAN: agreed.

RYAN: for what its worth i still think youre pretty damn handsome.

RYAN: just a little disheveled. *snrk*

RYAN: but hey. same. not that you can tell.

JACK: The hair seems to be working better for you though. *reaches a hand out to feel* May I?

RYAN: go for it. *leans towards him, definitely not blushing.*

JACK: *gently paps his hand in the air around her hair. Nodding as he gets a visual for the style.* Looking good.

JACK: It must be the face frame.

RYAN: oh thanks. *grinning to herself.* i kinda miss my long hair though.

JACK: How long have you had it short for? *smiling too and withdraws his hand. Feeling for his coffee again.* Any special reason?

RYAN: ah hmm... *her tone changes a little, like it's not the most comfortable subject for some reason.* ive been keepin it short for a little less than a year?

RYAN: *shrugs* no particular reason except... maintaining all that hair was like WAY too much work for me at the time.

RYAN: actually i got kinda frustrated and just.

RYAN: chopped it off. there it go.

JACK: Kind of the inverted reasoning behind my own hairstyle choice. *Listens to the change in her tone.* At some point, I stopped caring.

RYAN: hey it works for you too. even if i wanna take a comb to it. *manages to smile again.*

JACK: You aren't the first one. I hear it drives my dad batshit. *returns her smile in kind* It's the small victories.

RYAN: *laughs about that.* aww i miss your dad. i should drop in on the fam sometime...

RYAN: reminds me tho. i talked to rory the other day. *nibbles another donut hole.*

JACK: He's back in town already? I heard he was on Earth... lucky rascal.

JACK: What did he say?

RYAN: heeee...

RYAN: was informing me that someone was looking for me.

RYAN: ...

RYAN: my ex girlfriend.

RYAN: kinda came as some shock to me cuz i thought she was through with my ass lol.

JACK: *raises his eyebrows* That does sound shocking.

JACK: And for Rory of all people to come across her. The chances?

RYAN: its fucking weird. haha.

RYAN: i guess she just wants to make sure i havent fallen off the wagon or whatever. which is cool. not really her problem but yeah. its cool.

JACK: Have you spoken with her?

RYAN: mmm... nooo...

JACK: *Ryan...* Are you going to?

RYAN: *DEEPEST SIGH OF ALL* yeah... i gotta.

RYAN: its just awkward!! we didnt leave each other on the best note.

RYAN: and im kind of exhausted from all this reconciling shit.

RYAN: ive barely even scratched the surface though. like ive still got this extensive list of people i need to see and shit i need to talk about. bluh.

JACK: Not that I'm one to push another on making those kinds of decisions. *hums* I just hope it works out for you... once you get around to it.

JACK: But I know it's difficult.

RYAN: i mean... to be fair its worked out pretty well for me so far even if its emotionally taxing.

RYAN: its just... scary too.

RYAN: taking that first step.

JACK: You deserve to. *says with a nod. Taps the lid of his coffee.* And if anything... here's to hoping your ex understands.

RYAN: yeah... *glances at him.* heres hoping.

JACK: *tilts his head, wondering.* Do you want to talk about her?

RYAN: *seems a little surprised by the question.* not really.

RYAN: ... okay kind of.

JACK: Maybe you can drop her a message. Without necessarily speaking, face to face.

RYAN: that could work.

RYAN: it might piss her off though if she came all the way to skaia.

RYAN: not that its super inconvenient but still.

RYAN: i dunno.

RYAN: shes really grouchy lol.

JACK: What I mean to say is... it can be a process. Building up to a face-to-face encounter.

RYAN: yeah... guess that could work. *takes a deep breath, trying to rationalize.*

JACK: *drums his fingers against the table* Grouchy, huh.

RYAN: haha yeah. real attitude problem.

RYAN: but she was always looking after my ass even if she had to make remarks all the time.

RYAN: i think ive got a thing for sass.

JACK: *finds himself smiling again* And her name? Don't think you mentioned it.

RYAN: *stop that smiling... illegal.* oh yeah.

RYAN: its nona.

JACK: I can't believe it... *appears astonished* Your celebrity couple name is Rynona.

RYAN: *snorts* catchy huh?

RYAN: but like i said... she got fed up with my bullshit.

JACK: Maybe she doesn't see it that way.

RYAN: haha maybe? i dunno how else she would though.

RYAN: i was making her miserable. *stares down at the table*

JACK: *Hesitates. Wondering how qualified he actually was to give her talk to her on this particular topic. It had to go either one of two ways. Hyper-qualified, or severely underqualified. Fuck.* What you were going through... wasn't you. The way your mind was.

JACK: All of that's happened already. It's done. What you're left with now is a perspective... but not facts. Or the whole truth.

JACK: Just remember... Nona has the other half of the experience.

RYAN: *looks up at him, brows knit as she listens. there's a lot of emotion bubbling up remembering her experiences, remembering all the damage she did, and there's something bittersweet hearing this kind of reassurance from jack. she hopes he believes those things about himself, too. he seems pretty well put together from her perspective, which makes it a little easier to put her restless thoughts to bed when they're usually so adamant to convince her that her own illnesses were all that she was.*

RYAN: *she reaches over to take his hand, giving it a squeeze. she can't help the sniffles coming on, but it's a blessing he can't see her watery blood shot eyes. very attractive.* when did you get so smart? geez.

RYAN: *exhales* thanks jackie.

JACK: *Some melancholy feeling spreads in his chest with the nickname. He hadn't heard it in a while and coupled with the gentle squeeze of her hand, the feeling twists in his heart like a corkscrew. Awful but thankfully, present.* I just...

JACK: Had to stop living like I was. Letting myself think how I was.

JACK: I'm not smarter. Just more aware of the poison.

RYAN: *smooths her thumb over his hand. she doesn't want to let go.* im really proud of you.

JACK: *the sad twists persist* That's my line.

RYAN: heheh... i just straight up plagiarized you.

RYAN: you deserve to hear it too.

JACK: *He exhales, doing away with the impulse to disagree.* ...Thank you.

JACK: But it's not my ex we were gabbing about.

RYAN: well?? i mean?? *TECHNICALLY... she snickers a little, but then reality hits her again when it occurs to her this might be a good time to segue into other things she needs to talk to people about... she should at least bring it up. put it on the table where they all can see it.*

RYAN: ... um.

RYAN: hey... on the note of... hashing things out with folks...

RYAN: ... now probably isnt the time and here probably isnt the place but... do you think we could??

RYAN: well.

RYAN: you know...

RYAN: urgh. *DEEP BREATH.* can we talk about what happened between us?

RYAN: sometime?

JACK: *He's blind, Ryan. Every place looks the same to Jack. But still he blinks, acutely aware of their hands still touching. He would glance down at them if he could.* Talk about it... *echoes, feeling the uncertainty creeping on him.*

JACK: We can talk. Any time.

RYAN: *WELL SHE'S NOT BLIND. nor is she blind to the unease. it's difficult for her too.* any time??? okay... cool.

RYAN: thats good to know.

JACK: *Unconsciously, he feels his hand withdrawing again.* Sorry. I was just...

JACK: Never completely sure what I would say.

RYAN: yeah i mean... me neither. *feels him pulling away and awkwardly retracts her hand as well.*

RYAN: i just thought it might be... helpful? maybe.

RYAN: it might be helpful for me.

RYAN: but i dont know about you.

RYAN: ... i know were okay but theres still a lot weighing on my mind.

RYAN: there are a lot of...

RYAN: ????

RYAN: feelings?

RYAN: in my feeling place.

RYAN: ... for fucks sake.

JACK: *Despite his hesitation, he does nod. Chuckling weakly.* Feelings in the feeling place. An accurate way to describe it.

JACK: In all honesty, I'm not much better than you about it.

RYAN: *laughs too, nervously.* cool. in that case maybe we can like... flounder through the conversation together.

JACK: Ideally, that's how I would execute the thing.

RYAN: alright so weve got a game plan.

JACK: More or less. *sighs, trying not to let some stray thoughts snag him into a loop of things.* But...

JACK: You know I don't hold anything against you. Right? *frowns into some distance* Everything that happened... came out of the circumstance.

JACK: The timing was bad... everything... but the feelings were bad.

RYAN: i-- *swallows, her expression softening.* yeah i know.

RYAN: like... i /know/ but i guess i still... worry about it.

JACK: Why? *eyes flicker to her as if he can really see her for a second. But the look dissolves away soon enough.*

RYAN: *plays with the donut hole cup, shrugging. she didn't notice him looking at her.* sometimes i worry that im... too much for people to handle.

RYAN: when you were already going through so much.

RYAN: like realistically i know it wasnt my fault? we both had our shit.

RYAN: but i still wish i couldve helped more. i didnt wanna drag you down i wanted-- to work through it with you. *rubs at her eyes with her palm.* i dont feel that way very often?? even now.

RYAN: its... probably dumb to dwell on it. im trying not to.

JACK: *closes his eyes, letting himself card through the blink of memories. Anything he could remember in the dull, dreary haze he lived in before.* It's not dumb to dwell on it. I broke up with us... feeling as if I was fulfilling the failure I had set us out for.

JACK: It was wrong to enter the relationship like that. But I wanted so fucking desperately to feel like I could have something for myself. But I was wrong.

JACK: I never felt like I deserved you. So us... the relationship... was lost long before I could even let myself have it.

JACK: That was my mistake.

JACK: Not yours.

RYAN: *it's a lot to process, and she's quiet while she does so. it hurts to know she really had been shut out from the beginning, but it makes sense, and she knows as much as she wanted to open up to him too, she didn't know how.*

RYAN: jack...

RYAN: i still-- *swallows down her own words. rephrases.*

RYAN: i miss you.

JACK: *There's a tightness in his throat, but Jack doesn't let it get in the way of what he's trying to say. If anything, he smiles. Weary for the world.* I miss... being able to make you laugh just by being around.

JACK: If I'm nothing else. I'd like to be that again.

RYAN: *catches a couple tears that manage to fall, a watery laugh tumbling out of her.* of course you can baby. you always were.

RYAN: nothing could change the fact that you just...

RYAN: make me really happy.

JACK: Then I'm glad. *Effortlessly it seems, he finds her hand again.* I don't need anything else.

RYAN: *tangles her hand up in his, holding them up to her cheek for something to rest against. she shuts her eyes, making no attempt to stop her tears now.* me too.

JACK: *It's easier to focus on the stream of her tears than the well threatening to press from his own. But he lets his hand linger.* I can't say for sure. But you're probably smudging your make-up.

RYAN: *giggles softly, huffing a relieved sigh.* i dont care.

JACK: Fine by me.

JACK: Can't exactly tell the difference.

RYAN: *nuzzles against his hand.* if anything it adds to the recovering burn out aesthetic i got going on right now. you know im always a slut for Aesthetic.

JACK: Hey. Same here. *uses the free hand to skirt the shades onto himself.*

RYAN: hahah fuck. we look like we came out of a quentin tarantino movie or some shit.

JACK: Now that's what I call aesthetic. *sits there a moment contemplating.* Hm.

JACK: I wonder.

JACK: Did you go on many dates besides Nona?

RYAN: dates? nah... not really.

RYAN: fucked around plenty before her but uh.

RYAN: even with her we just kinda fell into it.

JACK: Bad to the bone. *but he sounds admiring.* Can't say I had the same luck.

JACK: Must have been the summer of crocs.

RYAN: oh jesus.

RYAN: please tell me that phase has passed.

JACK: It's hard to say. I don't know what my shoes look like nowadays.

RYAN: then you wont notice when i banish them to the shadow realm.

JACK: Unfortunately not.

RYAN: a win win for everybody. *grins*

RYAN: poor jackie tho... hes overdue for a hot date.

JACK: I'm just one guy. Living in a dark sexually frustrated world.

JACK: Surprised I made it this far.

RYAN: you cant even see the sexy babes all around you?? i cant being to imagine how difficult that must be.

RYAN: especially when the sexiest babe of them all is right in front of you.

JACK: With a voice that can raise the dead. *nods knowingly* Among other things.

JACK: This is the part where you sensually whisper, "Yard sard."

RYAN: fuck.

RYAN: do i make your yard sard????

JACK: My yard is apeshit bananas sard.

JACK: Here let me just... *takes out his comm...*

RYAN: *peeps over his shoulder curiously.* ... oh my god.

RYAN: so youre putting out a personal ad now huh?

JACK: Just as I suspected. *places the comm right at her.* Nothing.

RYAN: *TYPING WITH HER OTHER HAND* wow what a bummer.

RYAN: *snrks againt jack's shoulder at him teasing finn. a national pass time.*

JACK: *Honestly.* Finn is a national treasure.

RYAN: love that boy.

JACK: Gotta.

RYAN: *softly singing milkshake now.*

JACK: *snickering at all his own stupid jokes. An excellent use of his time.*

RYAN: *aww. he's so cute when he's smiling and having a good time. it's so nice to see. don't mind her if she just keeps admiring him while leaned against him.*

JACK: There's that. *stows the comm away in his shirt pocket.* Remind me to try again later.

RYAN: you got it.

RYAN: ill just have to keep you company until you can a response.

RYAN: **get?? wtf are my typos today

JACK: The ultimate wingman.

RYAN: im actually a really shitty wingman as i tend to draw all the attention to myself so... sorry in advance.

JACK: Wow. *sounds bemused*

JACK: I can safely say I did not see that coming.

RYAN: do you feel betrayed?

JACK: Envious. But I'm sure it's a sight to behold.

RYAN: *snorts.* if its any consolation im not really interested in bringing all the boys and girls to my yard right now.

RYAN: (test)

JACK: (( test ))

RYAN: (YE)

JACK: Well...

JACK: As they say.

JACK: More milkshake for you.

RYAN: *smirks at him* do they say that?

JACK: They're pretty wise for their age, I hear.

RYAN: well its a good saying. this milkshake is too tasty to share with just anybody tbh.

JACK: Write this on the reviews. That Jack Crocker remembered it fondly.

RYAN: oh yeah im sure you did. living in that dark sexually frustrated world of yours.

RYAN: very fondly.

JACK: In my defense. I have nothing else to use for comparison.

RYAN: do you need anything else? ;)

JACK: An ice pack. *he's so smug*

RYAN: you need a full blown cold shower.

RYAN: you know you really are repressed. we opened up this whole evening with nut holes.

JACK: You could say...

JACK: ...

JACK: We've come full circle.

RYAN: ...

RYAN: god.

RYAN: dammit.

JACK: *lowkey knifecat.jpeg*

RYAN: *snickers...* hey did you have any other plans for today?

JACK: Nothing that can't be rearranged or postponed.

JACK: Why do you ask?

RYAN: i was wondering if i could walk you back to your place... and just hang out there for a while?

JACK: That sounds like a plan. *starts to rise out of his chair* I think Sage recently bought a remastered copy of One Hundred and One Dalmations.

JACK: Let's break that in for her.

RYAN: ooh i like the sound of that. *stands with him, looping their arms.*

JACK: *lets her take the lead* Then we can go for some Dominos. The pizza and the tabletop game.

RYAN: youre just full of great ideas. *smiles, absolutely content as she leads him out of the coffee shop and back to his place.*

[jimdsmith34]

6 Ways To Make Sure Your First Festival Is The Greatest Experience Of Your Life

Although Ive always been an avid concert-goer, last summer was my full-on, camping-for-five-days music festival experience.

It was incredible: non-stop good music, friendly vibes, camping and the summer sun.

Needless to say, Ive already bought tickets to another festival this summer, and I am anxiously counting down the days.

REUTERS

Like I said, Id been to many a concert before last year, but music festivals are a whole different creature.

Fortunately, I went with an experienced group of festival-goers who saved me from some rookie mistakes. But even so, I learned a few things the hard way.

For those of you attending your first festival this year, let me save you some of my mistakes, sunburns, blister and hangovers.

Here are the biggest lessons I learned last year on how to nail the festival experience:

1. Choose your clothing wisely.

Alexander Grabchilev

I cannot emphasize this point enough.

I beg you, put down your credit card and step away from the must-have festival gear section of whatever clothing company is currently spamming your inbox.

I get that everyone wants to look cute in all of their Instagram posts, Snapchats ad whatever, but consider what youll actually be doing.

You will be outside in the sun, jumping up and down, walking and standing for many hours.

Really, packing for a festival should resemble packing for a hiking trip more than a beach vacation: good shoes, comfortable clothing, hats and so on.

Accept that your hair and makeup, no matter how much effort you put into them, will look like a mess by the end of the day. (You magical creatures who have managed to subvert this, show me your ways.)

It may not sound sexy, but you will thank me for this advice on day two when you can still walk.

Dress for comfort and function.

Pro tips:

1. Wear good shoes.

Avoid those gladiator sandals. Whoever decided these were perfect shoes for the occasion is full of garbage.

You will be walking, standing and jumping around in a crowd for the majority of your day, and lets remember that festival grounds are dirt, grass and mud.

Youll definitely get blisters (and stupid tan lines), and your toes will be stomped to bits in the crowd.

Trust me, I wore sandals for approximately six hours my first day last year, and the combination of sweat, walking and mud gave me blisters that required me to wrap both feet in bandages to be able to walk the rest of the weekend.

I switched to athletic sneakers shortly after.

They looked ugly with my clothing (turns out bright blue Asics dont really go with much), but my feet felt MUCH better than they would have in other shoes, and my toes were mostly protected.

Your feet will hurt more after each day of this festival than they ever have in your entire life, so take care of them.

2. Avoid white clothing.

I left my campsite on day two wearing a cute crop top and high-waisted white shorts.

They lasted for ONE SET before turning brown from all the dust kicked up by the crowd.

I had to rush back and change before the next show, and the dirt never came out. After several washes, those shorts went in the trash.

Remember, you will be dirty and sweaty. Dress accordingly.

3. Your hair and makeup will be a mess by the end of the day.

Sweat plus sunscreen, plus dancing, plus humidity, plus desperately trying to cool off by getting wet makes this hard to avoid.

Embrace it.

4. Dress for comfort.

As Ive said, you will be dancing, running, standing and sweating a ton.

Whatever you put on your body, make sure it will still be comfortable once all of these forces are applied.

Chafing and blisters make your life harder for the rest of the weekend.

2. Stay (as) healthy (as possible).

REUTERS

I know, this can be a tough one.

Music festivals are a beautiful combination of things that are bad for your body: loud noises, extended sun exposure, heat, terrible (delicious) food, drinking (and possibly other substances) and no sleep.

By all means, do whatever will make your festival experience the best possible time.

However, if you can sneak in some healthy habits around the fun, your body will thank you, especially when its 5 pm on the fourth day and youre starting to wonder what possessed you to actually pay money to live outside and be tired for four days straight.

Pro tips:

1. Get as much sleep as humanly possible.

I know Im a cranky bitch when I havent slept enough, but I wanted to stay up as late as possible to experience all the fun.

My compromise with myself? I stayed at the shows until I was ready to pass out.

Then, I dragged myself back to my tent, drank some water, put in earplugs, slipped on a face mask and passed out.

The mask and earplugs (and probably exhaustion, but whatever) worked wonders. I actually slept like a baby and woke up feeling relatively refreshed.

Do whatever you need to do to get as much sleep as you can around your schedule of fun. This is clutch.

2. Hydrate.

This is super important.

Heat and sun plus dancing and alcohol is a recipe for dehydration, and you dont want to be that guy who faints in the middle of Blink-182s set because you didnt drink enough water.

Start hydrating before you leave home, and keep drinking water, Gatorade, Pedialyte or whatever does it for you when you have a nasty hangover.

I drank a Gatorade before I went to sleep every night, and my mornings were far less of a struggle as a result.

3. Wear sunscreen.

Not to sound like your mom, but your life will be much easier if you can avoid getting sunburned during your festival weekend.

Trust me, it doesnt get EASIER to spend your entire day out in the sun when youre already as red as a lobster.

4. Eat a vegetable.

It can be tempting to grab your 14th slice of pizza and call it dinner after a day of partying when you only have 10 minutes until your next show.

However, I promise you, your body will start to rebel before the festival ends if you only feed it Red Bull, vodka and Doritos.

Bring as much food as you can (this also saves money), and try to pack some moderately healthy things along with the junk food and cheeseburgers.

Granola bars, fruit and nuts make an easy breakfast or a quick mid-day snack that your body wont hate you for.

Some food vendors actually offer vegetables and healthier options for sale inside the festival grounds.

I know theres no way a salad beats a grilled cheese, but your body can only take so many meals that your 5-year-old self would have chosen before it feels like garbage, especially when you throw in the other stressors of sun and heat and alcohol and lack of sleep.

Eat, like, one apple and some carrots. Trust me on this.

3. Prepare for the elements.

REUTERS

This is another area where pack for camping is useful advice.

Remember youll basically be living outside for several days, and so you will be at the mercy of the weather.

Check the forecast before you pack, but be prepared for conditions that change quickly.

It will be hot, and you will be outside in the sun, so dress and act accordingly.

If youre camping, create some shade by putting up a canopy and hanging curtains or tapestries from the sides.

It might rain, so consider clothes and shoes that wont feel awful when wet, as well as a poncho.

Rain equals mud, so pack shoes that can hold up and wont get sucked into the ground like quicksand.

It cools off at night, so bring layers.

This one is a little weird, but prepare for dust! When the wind kicks up, it can create a small dust tornado on festival grounds, so be ready.

Have a bandanna you can cover your face with and sunglasses to protect your eyes, and wear clothes that wont be harmed by a little (or a lot) of dirt.

The point i, before you put something in your suitcase, ask yourself, Can this hold up in every weather condition?

If the answer is no, leave it home.

4. Have a plan for what you want to do, but be open to new experiences.

REUTERS

Festivals can be overwhelming.

Theres always something to do, like socializing in your campsite, playing pick-up volleyball, trying new foods, having drinks at a festival bar and seeing the nonstop music playing on multiple stages at all times.

Go in with some sort of plan, even if its very loose.

You and your group should choose the bands you dont want to miss.

Then, schedule your days accordingly, and figure out how to navigate any schedule conflicts.

Fill in the remaining time with other activities.

However, the fact that you have a plan doesnt mean that you shouldnt be open to spontaneity and new experiences!

Stop by a random stage and see a band youve never heard before. Ask your camping neighbors if they want to play flip cup or throw around a frisbee.

Go to the Silent Disco, even if you dont know exactly what that is. See what you want to see, but be open to new experiences, too.

You wont regret it.

As an aside, try not to get so drunk that you cant make it out of your campsite. You miss both plans and new experiences when you pass out before the first show starts.

5. Make friends (also, dont lose your friends).

REUTERS

The advice surrounding friends is two-fold.

First, be open to making new friends! The vibe at festivals is amazing.

Everyone is happy and excited to be there, and everyone wants to meet everyone else.

If youre camping, befriend your neighbors. Talk to people while you wait in line for beer.

High-five strangers. Bond over your mutual love for The 1975 with the others around you in the crowd.

The friendly vibes are one of the things that makes the festival experience so special, so take advantage.

Also important: When hanging out with friends, new or old, try not to lose them.

Cell service in campsites and festival grounds is garbage, and unless you come prepared with a charging solution, your phone will probably die at least once.

Anytime you split up from friends, have a designated meeting place and time where youll find each other. Even if youre just getting in different food lines, choose a place you will meet up when finished.

This sounds like a bit much, but I promise it will help you.

When you say, Meh, well just *find* each other after this bathroom break, and you emerge to a crowd of 800 people also waiting for bathrooms, trying to find friends or standing around, just finding each other becomes somewhat harder.

Be specific: I will meet you next to this garbage can after you get your pizza and I get my salad (because I read this article and am eating a vegetable).

6. Have fun.

REUTERS

Festivals are an amazing weekend of great music, friends, camping, new experiences and fun.

Think about what will make this weekend the most fun for you, and then do it.

Dont worry if your outfit is less Kylie at Coachella and more James Franco in 127 Hours. (You probably wont have enough service to post that Insta anyway.)

The point isnt to look pretty or to check certain boxes that you should be doing. These weekends are packed to the brim with fun experiences waiting to be had, and youre right there in the middle of it all.

Take advantage, take lots of pictures and have one of the most memorable weekends of your life.

source http://allofbeer.com/2017/09/05/6-ways-to-make-sure-your-first-festival-is-the-greatest-experience-of-your-life/ from All of Beer http://allofbeer.blogspot.com/2017/09/6-ways-to-make-sure-your-first-festival.html

[samanthasroberts]

6 Ways To Make Sure Your First Festival Is The Greatest Experience Of Your Life

Although Ive always been an avid concert-goer, last summer was my full-on, camping-for-five-days music festival experience.

It was incredible: non-stop good music, friendly vibes, camping and the summer sun.

Needless to say, Ive already bought tickets to another festival this summer, and I am anxiously counting down the days.

REUTERS

Like I said, Id been to many a concert before last year, but music festivals are a whole different creature.

Fortunately, I went with an experienced group of festival-goers who saved me from some rookie mistakes. But even so, I learned a few things the hard way.

For those of you attending your first festival this year, let me save you some of my mistakes, sunburns, blister and hangovers.

Here are the biggest lessons I learned last year on how to nail the festival experience:

1. Choose your clothing wisely.

Alexander Grabchilev

I cannot emphasize this point enough.

I beg you, put down your credit card and step away from the must-have festival gear section of whatever clothing company is currently spamming your inbox.

I get that everyone wants to look cute in all of their Instagram posts, Snapchats ad whatever, but consider what youll actually be doing.

You will be outside in the sun, jumping up and down, walking and standing for many hours.

Really, packing for a festival should resemble packing for a hiking trip more than a beach vacation: good shoes, comfortable clothing, hats and so on.

Accept that your hair and makeup, no matter how much effort you put into them, will look like a mess by the end of the day. (You magical creatures who have managed to subvert this, show me your ways.)

It may not sound sexy, but you will thank me for this advice on day two when you can still walk.

Dress for comfort and function.

Pro tips:

1. Wear good shoes.

Avoid those gladiator sandals. Whoever decided these were perfect shoes for the occasion is full of garbage.

You will be walking, standing and jumping around in a crowd for the majority of your day, and lets remember that festival grounds are dirt, grass and mud.

Youll definitely get blisters (and stupid tan lines), and your toes will be stomped to bits in the crowd.

Trust me, I wore sandals for approximately six hours my first day last year, and the combination of sweat, walking and mud gave me blisters that required me to wrap both feet in bandages to be able to walk the rest of the weekend.

I switched to athletic sneakers shortly after.

They looked ugly with my clothing (turns out bright blue Asics dont really go with much), but my feet felt MUCH better than they would have in other shoes, and my toes were mostly protected.

Your feet will hurt more after each day of this festival than they ever have in your entire life, so take care of them.

2. Avoid white clothing.

I left my campsite on day two wearing a cute crop top and high-waisted white shorts.

They lasted for ONE SET before turning brown from all the dust kicked up by the crowd.

I had to rush back and change before the next show, and the dirt never came out. After several washes, those shorts went in the trash.

Remember, you will be dirty and sweaty. Dress accordingly.

3. Your hair and makeup will be a mess by the end of the day.

Sweat plus sunscreen, plus dancing, plus humidity, plus desperately trying to cool off by getting wet makes this hard to avoid.

Embrace it.

4. Dress for comfort.

As Ive said, you will be dancing, running, standing and sweating a ton.

Whatever you put on your body, make sure it will still be comfortable once all of these forces are applied.

Chafing and blisters make your life harder for the rest of the weekend.

2. Stay (as) healthy (as possible).

REUTERS

I know, this can be a tough one.

Music festivals are a beautiful combination of things that are bad for your body: loud noises, extended sun exposure, heat, terrible (delicious) food, drinking (and possibly other substances) and no sleep.

By all means, do whatever will make your festival experience the best possible time.

However, if you can sneak in some healthy habits around the fun, your body will thank you, especially when its 5 pm on the fourth day and youre starting to wonder what possessed you to actually pay money to live outside and be tired for four days straight.

Pro tips:

1. Get as much sleep as humanly possible.

I know Im a cranky bitch when I havent slept enough, but I wanted to stay up as late as possible to experience all the fun.

My compromise with myself? I stayed at the shows until I was ready to pass out.

Then, I dragged myself back to my tent, drank some water, put in earplugs, slipped on a face mask and passed out.

The mask and earplugs (and probably exhaustion, but whatever) worked wonders. I actually slept like a baby and woke up feeling relatively refreshed.

Do whatever you need to do to get as much sleep as you can around your schedule of fun. This is clutch.

2. Hydrate.

This is super important.

Heat and sun plus dancing and alcohol is a recipe for dehydration, and you dont want to be that guy who faints in the middle of Blink-182s set because you didnt drink enough water.

Start hydrating before you leave home, and keep drinking water, Gatorade, Pedialyte or whatever does it for you when you have a nasty hangover.

I drank a Gatorade before I went to sleep every night, and my mornings were far less of a struggle as a result.

3. Wear sunscreen.

Not to sound like your mom, but your life will be much easier if you can avoid getting sunburned during your festival weekend.

Trust me, it doesnt get EASIER to spend your entire day out in the sun when youre already as red as a lobster.

4. Eat a vegetable.

It can be tempting to grab your 14th slice of pizza and call it dinner after a day of partying when you only have 10 minutes until your next show.

However, I promise you, your body will start to rebel before the festival ends if you only feed it Red Bull, vodka and Doritos.

Bring as much food as you can (this also saves money), and try to pack some moderately healthy things along with the junk food and cheeseburgers.

Granola bars, fruit and nuts make an easy breakfast or a quick mid-day snack that your body wont hate you for.

Some food vendors actually offer vegetables and healthier options for sale inside the festival grounds.

I know theres no way a salad beats a grilled cheese, but your body can only take so many meals that your 5-year-old self would have chosen before it feels like garbage, especially when you throw in the other stressors of sun and heat and alcohol and lack of sleep.

Eat, like, one apple and some carrots. Trust me on this.

3. Prepare for the elements.

REUTERS

This is another area where pack for camping is useful advice.

Remember youll basically be living outside for several days, and so you will be at the mercy of the weather.

Check the forecast before you pack, but be prepared for conditions that change quickly.

It will be hot, and you will be outside in the sun, so dress and act accordingly.

If youre camping, create some shade by putting up a canopy and hanging curtains or tapestries from the sides.

It might rain, so consider clothes and shoes that wont feel awful when wet, as well as a poncho.

Rain equals mud, so pack shoes that can hold up and wont get sucked into the ground like quicksand.

It cools off at night, so bring layers.

This one is a little weird, but prepare for dust! When the wind kicks up, it can create a small dust tornado on festival grounds, so be ready.

Have a bandanna you can cover your face with and sunglasses to protect your eyes, and wear clothes that wont be harmed by a little (or a lot) of dirt.

The point i, before you put something in your suitcase, ask yourself, Can this hold up in every weather condition?

If the answer is no, leave it home.

4. Have a plan for what you want to do, but be open to new experiences.

REUTERS

Festivals can be overwhelming.

Theres always something to do, like socializing in your campsite, playing pick-up volleyball, trying new foods, having drinks at a festival bar and seeing the nonstop music playing on multiple stages at all times.

Go in with some sort of plan, even if its very loose.

You and your group should choose the bands you dont want to miss.

Then, schedule your days accordingly, and figure out how to navigate any schedule conflicts.

Fill in the remaining time with other activities.

However, the fact that you have a plan doesnt mean that you shouldnt be open to spontaneity and new experiences!

Stop by a random stage and see a band youve never heard before. Ask your camping neighbors if they want to play flip cup or throw around a frisbee.

Go to the Silent Disco, even if you dont know exactly what that is. See what you want to see, but be open to new experiences, too.

You wont regret it.

As an aside, try not to get so drunk that you cant make it out of your campsite. You miss both plans and new experiences when you pass out before the first show starts.

5. Make friends (also, dont lose your friends).

REUTERS

The advice surrounding friends is two-fold.

First, be open to making new friends! The vibe at festivals is amazing.

Everyone is happy and excited to be there, and everyone wants to meet everyone else.

If youre camping, befriend your neighbors. Talk to people while you wait in line for beer.

High-five strangers. Bond over your mutual love for The 1975 with the others around you in the crowd.

The friendly vibes are one of the things that makes the festival experience so special, so take advantage.

Also important: When hanging out with friends, new or old, try not to lose them.

Cell service in campsites and festival grounds is garbage, and unless you come prepared with a charging solution, your phone will probably die at least once.

Anytime you split up from friends, have a designated meeting place and time where youll find each other. Even if youre just getting in different food lines, choose a place you will meet up when finished.

This sounds like a bit much, but I promise it will help you.

When you say, Meh, well just *find* each other after this bathroom break, and you emerge to a crowd of 800 people also waiting for bathrooms, trying to find friends or standing around, just finding each other becomes somewhat harder.

Be specific: I will meet you next to this garbage can after you get your pizza and I get my salad (because I read this article and am eating a vegetable).

6. Have fun.

REUTERS

Festivals are an amazing weekend of great music, friends, camping, new experiences and fun.

Think about what will make this weekend the most fun for you, and then do it.

Dont worry if your outfit is less Kylie at Coachella and more James Franco in 127 Hours. (You probably wont have enough service to post that Insta anyway.)

The point isnt to look pretty or to check certain boxes that you should be doing. These weekends are packed to the brim with fun experiences waiting to be had, and youre right there in the middle of it all.

Take advantage, take lots of pictures and have one of the most memorable weekends of your life.

Source: http://allofbeer.com/2017/09/05/6-ways-to-make-sure-your-first-festival-is-the-greatest-experience-of-your-life/

from All of Beer https://allofbeer.wordpress.com/2017/09/05/6-ways-to-make-sure-your-first-festival-is-the-greatest-experience-of-your-life/