i thought it was supposed to be summer

The Five Times Bucky Picks You

Word Count: 2,084

Warnings: None.

A/N: Something quick I whipped up because my brain is too tired to write any series. Enjoy :D 

Originally posted by duckybarness

The first time Bucky picks you, you’re sitting at your dining room table, biology book opened as you try to draw a diagram of a plant cell. You have a half-eaten sandwich sitting on your plate beside the book and you take a bit, absently chewing as you frown at your paper. The proportions are all wrong and these are just notes, they shouldn’t be something you worry about, but here you are, erasing the cell wall for the fifth time and trying to be accurate this time around.

Being in honors classes, you’re pressured to do your best and graduate top of your eighth-grade class. Your parents beam with pride when they tell their friends that you’re doing so well in school, and you want to keep them looking that way for as long as you can.

There’s a knock to your door and your mom calls out your name. “Bucky’s here!” she says.

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I think I love you - Jughead Jones

Pairing : Jughead Jones x Reader

Word count : 1,484

Warnings : none

Requests are closed!

Originally posted by juptern

Your phone rang in the pocket of your jacket making you jump by surprise. You answered the call before showing your index to your friend Archie, meaning that it would only take a minute.

“Hi, this is (y/n) speaking.”

“Hey (y/n), how are you?” You instantly recognised the groggy voice behind the line.

“Jughead! I’m good! What about you?” From the corner of your eye, you would’ve swore you saw Archie rolling his eyes.

“Marvellous. So, what are you up to this evening? I thought we maybe could’ve hung out tonight. You know, me, you, at Pop’s?” You chuckled lightly.

“Sorry Juggie, I was planning on spending the night with Archie… You can tag along if you want? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” A small sigh made its way into your ear. You had to admit that you spent a lot of your recent time with your new red-haired friend. Jughead still occupied the position of best friend. He didn’t have to worry about it.

“I promise we’ll do something together tomorrow, alright?” It was silence for a while before you heard back,

“Yeah sure.” You pursed your lips, mentally cursing yourself. It wasn’t the first time that you had turned down your best of friend for Archie. Lately it had been happening more than before. It made you feel like the worst pal.

“See you.” With that, Jughead hung up. You understood how he felt. It wasn’t right that you weren’t spending as much time with him.

“Jughead, wasn’t it?” You looked up and saw Archie sprawled across the black beanbag in your bedroom. His hands were attached on the new acoustic guitar his dad had got him for his birthday. You nodded and played with the sleeves of you sweater. Your friend continued strumming the strings of his instrument.

“Hey- I wrote this song last week, and I wanted to know what you thought about it. I’ve been trying to talk to Josie about her playing some of my compositions, but she’s not that into it. You’re her friend, right? Maybe you could listen to it and try to talk to her?” He asked questioningly.

“Of course, go ahead.” His fingers moved to the tuners and accorded them as his other hand rested on the waist of the guitar. A few seconds later, a pleasant melody filled the room. Archie then started singing the lyrics he had written. The song wasn’t bad at all. In fact, it was quite catchy. The redhead friend of yours had talent. Before Archie could go on, you blurted out something you soon would regret.

“I’ll probably spend the day with him tomorrow.” The small tune that Archie had started suddenly came to an end. Archie hadn’t spoken to Jughead since this summer. The tree of you and Betty we’re supposed to go on a road trip the fourth of July but Archie left you hanging at the last minute. Since then, the boys stopped talking completely. When you mentioned one of  them to the other, you saw the irritation and annoyance in their expression.

“I thought you were coming to my game tomorrow. I’m playing in the varsity football team this year, remember?” You bet your lip and fiddled your hair with your fingers.

“I’m sorry Arch. I haven’t seen Jughead in a while now and I don’t want him to feel like I stopped being his friend. I’m making a vow that I’ll show up to your next game, how about that?”

“Why does it always have to be about him? Everything constantly has to be about Jughead.” Your were caught off guard by the sudden raise in his voice.

“That’s not it… I’m just trying to do what’s best here.”

“By ditching me at the last minute, that’s how your making things better? I didn’t think of you as an inconsiderate and selfish person.” He replied bitterly. In all the time of you guy’s friendship, you had never seen this side of Archie. Usually, he would be sweet and just shrug off any problem that faced his way. But the words he had just told you, they hurt your heart. Your eyes were starting to fill up with tears and your bottom lip started quivering.

“I’ve spent all my time with you for the last month. You. Not Jughead. Why are you treating me like this?”

“You know what? I don’t want to spend any more of my time with you right now.” With that, Archie got up and left you alone in your room. Without even noticing, a trail of tears had made its way down your cheeks. A sob escaped your mouth and your hands covered your face as you poured your heart out. You laid in your bed and continued crying.

It was all your fault. Archie now hated you and would probably never talk to you again. Why did you had to be so stupid? If only you had kept your mouth shut. Maybe he still would have been on that beanbag, singing.

Maybe half an hour later, you heard the wooden creek of your door meaning that someone was coming in. You didn’t even move, your pillow pressed against your face. The mattress shifted to the side from the sudden weight that it now had on it. You felt a piece of your hair being put behind your ear. You smiled at the sweet gesture and assumed it was your mother. You slowly got up and saw Jughead sitting beside you. Automatically, you vaulted in his arms tearing up once again.

“Sssh. It’s going to be okay.” He rubbed your back comfortingly. Your forehead was against his chest, his two upper limbs protectively holding you. Your eyes were probably red from all the crying but you couldn’t care less. You continued sobbing in his chest until you eventually felt calmer.

“Why- Why are you here?” You asked with a small voice. Jughead gently whipped your cheek with his thumb.

“Your mom saw Archie leave in a rush and realized that you two probably had a fight. She heard you crying and thought that you would be more willing to speak about it with me than her.” You grinned at the boy.

“I ruined your shirt.” You noticed, and felt guilty.

“Nothing to worry about (y/n/n). I never liked that jersey anyway.” You giggle with your best friend. You sniffed and observed Jughead who his face was only about a foot away from you. You had to admit that he was good looking. His prefect blue eyes were mesmerising and his pink lips appeared so kissable. Forever you considered the boy as nothing more than a platonic relationship to you. Never had you ever felt anything for him. But in that moment, something clicked. Jughead wasn’t only a friend to you, not even a best friend.  A stronger feeling overwhelmed your body. You felt love. You loved Jughead Jones. 

He was the one who your mother called when you were sad. He was the one who came rushing to your house as soon as your mother hung up. He was the one who was holding you and comforting you, whispering sweet nothing to you as you were crying. He was the one who was there for you.

“Jughead.” He raised his eyebrows at you.

“(y/n)?” You asked yourself in your mind if it was the right time to confess your feelings towards him. Your breathing started quickening as the anxiety rose in your core.

“I think I-” He watched you with intending eyes, indicating to continue your phrase.

“I think I love you.” Jughead eyeballed you, astonished at your revelation. He quietly answered, almost inaudible for you to hear.

“I think I love you too.” He leaned towards you and slowly pressed his lips to yours. Fireworks were going off in your stomach. The heaviness on your shoulders disappeared. In this moment, nothing else mattered in the world. Both of your lips moved in sync as you played with his raven locks. His arms pulled you closer to him, leaving no space between you two. Jughead backed away and kissed every each of your face, including your cheeks, temple and chin.

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He whispered in your ear. You gave him a last long peck on the lips before saying,

“Do you want to lay down and cuddle with me?” He moved his head up and down calmly and took a blanket that was already on the bed to cover you. Cuddling was not something new for the both of you. You had always cuddled together, and whenever. His hand ran through your hair bringing a comforting and fuzzy feeling. His body pressed behind your back and his hot breath was tingling your neck. Before you even knew it, you and Jughead had fallen in a deep slumber, both dreaming about each other.

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Langst! More Langst!

Keith lunged toward Lance once more, pinning him for the third time in two minutes. Their sparring matches usually ended in Keith’s victory, but never this quickly.

“Come on, Lance; you’re not even trying,” he prodded. Lance’s grimace (the one he’d been sporting all day, Keith had noticed) turned into an outright scowl at Keith’s jab.

“Sorry,” he said flippantly, “I’m distracted. And tired. Can I be done with this for the day?” Shiro looked surprised when Lance turned toward him, but before he could answer, Keith was interrupting.

“Seriously? You’re just ‘done with this for the day?’” 

Lance bristled. “I wasn’t asking you.”

“You know why we train, right?” Keith pressed. 

“Keith, knock it off,” Shiro grumbled, but Keith didn’t stop his assault. 

“It’s because what we do is important. So whatever you’ve got that’s distracting you, whatever girl turned you down at the space mall or whatever conditioner you ran out of, you need to forget about it so you can focus on your actual responsibility to the universe for once.”

“Well, I’m sorry; not all of us just have this one big responsibility to the fucking universe,” Lance snapped in a terrifying quiet tone. “Can I not be cut a little bit of slack on the one day that I can’t stop thinking about the responsibility I was pulled away from?”

Keith looked shocked, his mouth falling open for a moment. Lance sighed and rubbed his face tiredly. 

“What are you talking about?”

“Look, I’m sorry. I just–I’m stressed out. Can I just go back to my room?” Lance asked.

“No,” Shiro replied, “Tell us what you meant. What other responsibilities are you talking about?” Lance often felt homesick, Shiro knew, but he had always thought it was missing the comforts of home–not some kind of fear of what he had left behind.

Lance hesitated. “I mean, my mom is back on Earth, raising six children alone, and the next oldest one is my little sister, and she’s only 14.”

Shiro softened. “I’m sorry,” he replied, “I had no idea. But you know they’re fine, right? You mom was on her own with them while you were at Garrison, wasn’t she?”

“Well yeah,” Lance admitted, “but that’s the problem. That school is expensive, and it took almost all of our savings money. I was supposed to start working over the summer as a cargo pilot and eventually get a full time piloting job to cover the expenses, but now I’m here, and they’re on Earth with all my debt and loans on one income. My sister is supposed to start looking at schools this year, but without my loans paid off, she’s not going to have any options. She’s just going to have to get a job, and that’s–I just can’t–today is–” he trailed off, but Pidge knew what he was trying to say.

“The deadline for Garrison applications,” she finished. Lance nodded, not taking his eyes off the floor. 

“Mi hermanita would have made a really great pilot,” he near-whispered, smiling sadly, “way better than me. And she’s not going to get to be one. Because I’m here defending the universe. So, yeah,” he looked back up at Keith with tears shimmering in his eyes, “I know this is my one big duty. And I know it comes with sacrifices, and I’ve made them all willingly. But I just–my sister shouldn’t have to, right? She doesn’t get to go to flight school because of her brother, who she probably thinks is dead anyway? I’m trying, but I just–today I need a little slack.” He set his bayard down on the ground and turned away. “I’m done with this for the day,” he said as he went back to his room. No one stopped him this time.

I’ve always thought that Dan and Phil were like a yin yang, and I find it adorable. Just think about it…

1) Dan has a younger brother, Phil has an older brother.

2) Dan’s from the south, Phil’s from the north (and they met together to finally live more in the middle).

3) Dan has a dark aesthetic while Phil’s is much lighter and brighter (and their home, and their often shared wardrobe choices, are a combination of both).

4) Dan’s left-handed and Phil is right-handed (when, again, they can meet in the middle and sign things at the same time).

5) Dan lacked confidence while Phil always exuded it and as served as inspiration.

6) Dan is often witty, biting, and sarcastic while Phil is cheerful and effortlessly funny.

7) Even their appearances are complementary: Dan (despite being pale lately) is naturally tan with brown eyes. Phil is naturally pale with blue/green/yellow eyes.

8) Their fringes sweep in the opposite directions. What are he chances of that, seriously.

9) Probably least importantly, but still interesting, Dan dropped out of college and Phil got a Master’s degree.

I could go on.

Of course I ship Phan, but this isn’t even about that. They complement each other perfectly, and I think we can all agree that they were meant to be in some capacity. They also have so much in common where it counts that I don’t see their dynamic being any more perfect.

And I thought this sh*t only existed in cheesy fairytales… well, I guess it’s supposed to be cheesy.


I thought of more.

10) Dan’s high-pitched voice and Phil’s low-pitched voice. They can, and do, sing duets together perfectly.

11) Dan was born in the summer, and Phil was born in the winter

12) Dan’s earrings and Phil’s lack of them (because, according to Dan, his personality is “too adorable” for them, but I guess Dan’s isn’t).

13) Dan’s tendency to waffle on while Phil listens patiently, yet his still clear respect and admiration for everything Phil says.

14) Dan’s more serious vs. Phil’s more lighthearted nature (look at “The Urge” vs. “The Hand”).

15) **last-minute add because jfc I thought of another one: Dan’s naturally wavy hair and Phil’s naturally straighter hair.

16) And this is a big one: Dan’s love for cursing, bad language, and being inappropriate and Phil’s desire to keep things PG. Like I’ve said for different points above, they often meet in the middle here on their collabs and it’s perfect (most of Phil’s innuendo is in these vids and not when he’s alone, so being together and compromising on their humor creates comedy gold).

Dan’s said in recent interviews that he and Phil disagree often about things, and Phil admitted that they think “quite differently”, yet they “always find a compromise.” This is so rare and beautiful.

Much like their fringes, they always meet in the middle.

Merida: I got some stuff I wanna get off my chest. Punzie, for half the summer, I thought your nickname was “Onesie,” like the pajamas. No one corrected me!

Rapunzel: I only love SOME of my stuffed animals, and the guilt is killing me!

Hiccup: Sometimes I use big words and I don’t actually know what they mean. I mean, I’m supposed to be the smart guy. If I’m not the smart guy, who am I?

Jack: Okay, I’m not actually laid-back. I’m stressed, like, 24/7. Have you MET the other Guardians??

Heat Haze Days - Stuart Twombly

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Character(s): Stuart Twombly/Reader

Word Count: 2800

Notes: This is like…my first time writing in forever and a day. So be gentle :’) also, tbh, I only thought of this idea because I was listening to Kagerou Days in my car on my way home from work. Kagerou literally is Heat Haze Days. xD

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petitmaitre-et-soncorbeau  asked:

soulmateAU: when your soulmate eats something you grave what they are eating! please! I mean Will poor poor Will graving human meat? goddamnit or Hannibal graving fast food? xD well this can be angsty or funny! :^)

I couldn’t decide between angsty or funny so I wrote both! :D


For the first year, he doesn’t mind it.

The menu doesn’t vary much. It’s mostly cooked fish, steamed vegetables (usually string beans), nicely fluffed rice. It’s whiskey most nights and coffee most mornings (and some mornings it’s coffee and whiskey). It’s the occasional Hershey’s chocolate bar, which makes Hannibal’s palate wince - he really thought he’d taught Will how to appreciate a nice bitter dark chocolate, but he supposes some habits are hard to break.

It’s fresh lemon pie in the summer, and warm cider with rum in the winter. It’s the beef stew that Hannibal gave him the recipe for, made with a really lovely bordeaux.

It’s lomo saltado, once, although there’s a saltwater aftertaste that’s unmistakable.

All of these tastes, lingering in the back of Hannibal’s throat, dancing on the edges of his senses, he savours. Because it’s a small piece of Will that he can still cling to within these white, lifeless walls. It’s why he behaves so perfectly for his guards - the most gentlemanly of murderers - and it works. Works so well that they grant him special meal privileges, all so that Will can still taste Hannibal’s cooking, now and then.

But even that small thread can bring the deepest of pain when tugged too tight, and it does just that on an unremarkable Sunday afternoon.

The day that Hannibal tastes wedding cake on his tongue.

It’s a light sponge, perfectly moist with a dark chocolate buttercream. A simple cake, but well made. The taste makes Hannibal want to vomit.

Then he tastes the ghosting press of fingers as they playfully shove the cake in his - Will’s - face, and he does vomit then.

He retches in his tiny porcelain toilet with violent force, and he holds the stale acrid tang of it in his mouth before he spits, hoping that somewhere far away Will gets a taste.

Then he rinses his mouth out, splashes water on his face, and lies down in his grey cot. He stares up at the void of the ceiling and wishes he could never taste anything ever again.

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summer lovin’

word count: 1665

She sat on his bed, legs stretched out, back pressed against the wall, idly skimming some article about some celebrity doing something they shouldn’t have. Shawn sat on the floor beside her strumming together chords and marking things down a spare piece of scrap paper.

It was hot outside, the summer sun beating down on their little town. The stale heat threatened to creep through the window, but the air conditioning was their savior. The cool breeze cascading across the room sent goosebumps up her arms.

Her long legs extended across his mattress and he couldn’t help but look up every few minutes. Her eyes lazily moved across the pages before she looked up at him. She was bored. She looked out the window, to the beautiful summer day outside and wished that it wasn’t so hot.

Then she looked back at him. 

“Shawn,” She said patiently.

He didn’t look up from his work, instead, offering a grunt as he flipped his paper over, trying desperately to find any small space to write down the few words that had just popped into his brain. 

She threw the magazine at his head.

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An excerpt from my novella...

Here are the first 500 words from the novella that has wormed its way into existence over the last forty-eight hours. I hope you enjoy!

I woke up sweating, moonlight still streaming in through the crack in my bedroom curtains. The tingle was there, right behind my eyes, growing into the full blown piercing headache I would never get used to.

Perks of being psychic, right?

These painful moments, when my brain felt like it was going to explode and the rest of my body feverishly trembled, were a gift handed down to me by my mother. It could be traced back until records disappeared, and even then there were stories of those that came before us with these ‘powers’. Some were thought of as miracle workers. Some were thought of as witches. Mostly, I just thought we were unlucky. It wasn’t exactly a good time.

Not to mention lonely. My father was just a picture I’d created in my head. My mother had told me a few little things about him, some dreamy fantasy who had blown in and out of her life as quickly as a summer storm, leaving her with a bittersweet memory and me. She’d always told me it was for the best, that our special uniqueness made it too complicated, made us too independent, to ever have a real relationship.

Personally, I’d always thought raising a child had to have been much more complicated and required much more sacrifice than a relationship. Then again, what did I know?

In the end, though, I was my mother’s daughter, and I had long ago resigned myself to this, to using these visions for good. That’s what we assumed we were supposed to do with them, given that they were mostly scenes of people in trouble, people that we would inevitably run into. Most of the time, we could help, and that made this pain worth it.

But I didn’t enjoy it.

I rolled flat on my back and squeezed my eyes shut, clenching my fists and bracing myself for the first blinding jolt.

And then I was gone, no longer in the bed in my safe little house. This time, I was transported to the backseat of a car I didn’t recognize. I tried to focus, taking in all the fuzzy details. Everything in this particular vision was blurry around the edges, like in a dream, and I had a hard time grounding myself.

Until I saw him.

He was the anchor, I could tell. The thing I was sent here to see. And he was looking right back at me.

He wasn’t supposed to be able to see me. I was supposed to observe and learn, then leave. But he was leaning toward me, smiling softly as he pressed his lips to mine.

The vision went on in fast forward. Cut to him taking my shirt off. Cut to me giggling as we tried to figure out how to lie down in the small space (since when was I an active participant in visions?). Cut to him thrusting inside me, our fingers laced where he held my hands above my head.

And then I was back in my own bed. Alone.

Anyone up for buying the final product when I publish this on Amazon?

The Lighthouse

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader
Rated: T
Genre: Fluff & the slightest angst
Word Count: 3,776

Summary: You fell hard and fast for a gentle gaze and dimpled smile, the kindness and innocence that fills his heart and it makes you ache to return to that lighthouse once again.

A/N: I half love half hate this piece of work but it’s been forever since I last posted a fic so here we are 🎉 also I don’t know for sure if Namjoon’s pup is actually a boy or girl so I just guessed. 

The midday sun is warm against your face as you lean your head back, eyes closed and hair knotting in the cool breeze. The sound of strong waves slapping against jagged rock lull you into a state of daydreaming, though you’re startled out of it from the sound of a wooden door slamming against the wall of the lighthouse, rattling its hinges.  

You release the metal railing you were holding onto and place your hand over your thundering heart, squinting through the sunlight at a man chasing a frantic seagull out of the doorway who is quick to take flight. You stand there, mouth slightly agape, listening to the man grumble to himself something along the lines of ‘Pesky… good for nothing…’ and ‘Lucky I don’t eat you for dinner.’ He runs a hand through his hair and turns himself back towards the door but the flutter of your dress catches his eye, making him jerk back in surprise at the sight of you.

“Why… were you chasing a seagull?” You call across the space between the two of you.

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All You Had To Do Was Stay ~ A.A

Based on All you had to do was stay by Taylor Swift

Originally posted by riverrdxle

Pairing: Archie/Y/n

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Word Count: 645


People like you always want back the love they gave away, and people like me want to believe you when you say you’ve changed.


“Y/n come on. Please here me out”
Your eyes started at the red haired boy in disbelief, “It didn’t mean anything.”

You couldn’t believe him. His eyes shifted with every little word he’d say, his hands would rub together.
He was lying to you again.

“You were gone for the summer. You weren’t even here”

Your eyes casted downwards. Just because you weren’t in riverdale in the summer did not mean that what he did was ok.


He stretched a hand out to yours, but you stepped back.

“You cheated on me Archie. How the hell am I supposed to except that”


The more I think about it now, The less I know. All I know is that you drove us off the road.


The thought haunted you ever since you got home.

The thought that Archie’s lips touched another.

But not even someone you’d expect.

He was having an affair with a teacher. It upset you the most because it wasn’t even someone you could chew out, or even console to, she knew what she was doing.

He kept texting you, ‘I’m sorry’, ‘where are you?’, ‘can we talk’

You ignored every one. 45 new messages. You sat on your bed, your legs curled, arms hugging a pillow.

Your parents left you in your room to be sorrowful, only because they didn’t like Archie when you were dating so they knew it would happen.

Only they didn’t know it was teacher.


Hey, All you had to do was stay, Had me in the palm of your hand.


You and Archie would do everything together.
You had the same circle of friends, so you couldn’t hang out with them either.

You would walk to the diner sometimes, or cheer him on at football practices.

But now it was different. You couldn’t. He had found someone else and now.

You were best friends. Lovers. But now it was all shattered in pieces and he couldn’t take it back. No matter how hard he tried.

Here you are now, calling me up, but I don’t know what to say, I’ve been picking up the pieces of the mess you made

You talked to Betty and jughead more and more.

Your phone stopped ringing as much.

You felt like there was part of you missing. And you knew it was silly but no matter how many times you tried to tell yourself to move on it just wasn’t working.

Your slowly started you get you life back into gear again. Going out with you other friends. Actually joining your parents for supper.


People like you always want back the love they pushed aside
But people like me are gone forever when you say goodbye


One night, as you sat down for supper, your phone buzzed.

You always had your phone on mute for supper.

You mom raised an eyebrow, “Who’s that?”

You shifted your eyes down to your phone, “Not sure” You would mumble, before turning it on.

3 new messages

Archie: Y/n please. Please come home to pops. It didn’t mean anything.

Archie: Please it’s been too long :(

Your heart shattered at the next message.

Jughead: Ms Grundy just left Riverdale bc of the murder…

He wanted you back only because his fling was gone.

Your eyes watered. “Don’t tell me it’s that Archie boy again” Your mother rolled her eyes and spat his name out with disgrace.

Your thumbs rapidly typed away, before hitting send and tucking you phone under the seat.

Y/N: We were fine Archie. All you had to do was keep it together for two months. But since that seemed to be impossible for you, I’m not coming back. Goodbye.

Domestic jeffmads/lams au: Chapter One

Credits: @hxxtile Lucy is their character, I just decided to make a story.

Word Count: 2000

Warning: Swearing

Plot: Lucy Jefferson starts Junior high with Philip Hamilton (who she hates) and is pretty sure she has her life figured out, until she meets Theodosia Burr Jr. (that’s it, it’s basically Lucy just figuring out her sexuality and who she is and having her dads be there every step of the way)

A/N: I hope you enjoy ??? maybe ???

      “First day of junior high! Are you nervous?” Thomas handed Lucy a plate with toast, scrambled eggs and sausage links. “It’s totally fine if you are, you don’t have to go if you’re not ready! We can call the office and tell them you’re sick or something.” He was rambling now. Lucy looked up at her dad and took a bite of her sausage. This was a thing that he did every time she hit some big ‘milestone’ in her life.

   "Of course my daughter isn’t nervous, she’s a Jefferson! Isn’t that right, Lucy?“ James came into the dining room, still in his maroon bathrobe, and ruffled her hair. When he tried to pull his hand out, it got stuck. "Jesus, do you ever brush this head of yours?” He asked once he had finally released himself from her hair.

     Lucy was about to respond when Thomas scoffed, handing his husband his plate, “You never seem to complain when you’re pulling on mine.” He raised a brow. James blushed. Lucy gagged and threw a wadded up napkin at him. Thomas gave her a challenging look and threw it back. Lucy stuck her tongue out and her father copied before they both began laughing.

     "God, you guys are basically the same person.“ James took a seat next to Lucy and Thomas sat on her other side. They began eating while their daughter, on the other hand, was halfway finished.

    "Philip should be here in about half an hour, have you picked out what you’re going to wear?” James asked. Lucy looked down at her current outfit which was an oversized pink hoodie that almost covered her purple skirt. Her matching purple flats awaited at the door. She looked back up at James as he looked over her outfit. “Lucy, it’s your first stay of school! Don’t you think what you’re wearing is…” He looked over at his husband for help.

      “Absolutely adorable!” Thomas gushed. Lucy smiled at her dad. “Don’t listen to your dad! You look just fine, you’re going to be the most popular sixth grader there I can see it now!” Thomas looked at Lucy with hearts in his eyes. He felt so proud, it was like he was staring at a younger, smaller, female version of himself.

     "Thanks, Papa,” Her voice was small and smooth but strong at the same time. Thomas fell apart at the large smile she offered him. “Also, I don’t see why junior high is such a big deal?” She turned to James, “From what I’ve heard, it’s the same as elementary. High school is where the real juicy stuff happens. Dances, sports, dating…”

     James choked on his orange juice, “Dating?” He asked, looking down at the eleven year old. She nodded eagerly.

    “Yeah, papa! Dad said the two of you met in high school, right?” Thomas nodded and sipped on his coffee, “He told me that you guys met at a party that aunt Angelica threw! Apparently you were playing truth or dare and Alexander dared Papa to…”

      “Mr. Jeffersons!!!” Philip’s squeaky voice was heard from the other side of the front door, “The doors unlocked but mom told me it’s impolite to walk into people’s houses unannounced so this is me announcing myself!” Thomas sighed in relief. He never thought he’d be so happy to hear a Hamilton’s voice.

     He stood up gave James an apologetic smile. Lucy stood as well and gave James a kiss on the cheek. “Wish me luck, dad!” She gave him a toothy grin. James smiled gave her a thumbs up. She ran over to Thomas who was holding her Powerpuff Girls backpack and a twenty dollar bill.

    “Make sure no bully tries to steal your lunch money,” Thomas whispers, “And by bully I mean Phillip.” He handed her the backpack and cash and kissed her forehead. Lucy nodded and saluted Thomas before closing her eyes, taking a deep breath and opening the door.

     “Dramatic much?” Philip asked when Lucy let the breath out. She opened her eyes and looked Philip up and down. He wore a plain blue short-sleeved shirt, with a turtle pin on his chest. His hands were in the pockets of his cargo shorts and he wore sky blue vans to match his shirt. He wore his curly hair in a bun, but a few strands fell out of it and into his face. He also had a turtle shell backpack. “You ready to go?”  When Lucy walked past him without a word he shrugged and turned to the door where James and Thomas stood, watching their interactions. “Bye, Mr. Jeffersons! I’ll make sure your daughter won’t get bullied!”

    James waved and closed the door, turning to Thomas, “Why do I feel like it’s going to be Lucy protecting Philip?”

     Thomas shrugged, “It probably will.”


     “Okay, first things first! Stay away from the back of the bus.” Lucy gave Phillip a confused look, “That’s where the eighth graders sit. The very front is for the fifth graders, who only come to the junior high for band. Then there’s us, the sixth graders, then seventh. And then the back four seats. Basically thrones.”

   “You know this how?” Lucy asked as they approached the bus stop.

   “I’m in band, duh! I left my violin at mom’s house though so she’s dropping it off later today.”

    “Nerd.” Lucy giggled under her breath. Phillip glared at her but she only continued to laugh, which made him even angrier. He balled his hands into fists and stomped ahead to the bus stop. He doesn’t even know why he bothers with her. Lucy caught up to him, still laughing, and looked around, “Hey, braces, how come we’re the only ones here? This stop used to be filled with kids.”

     “That was for elementary, idiot. We’re like, the only sixth graders in this part of the neighborhood. We’re also the first stop, so we get good seats. Don’t sit next to me though, I have friends.”

      “That’s a lie,” Lucy laughed and turned when she heard the bus coming down the road. ‘Here we go’ she thought to herself. The bus pulled up in front of them and the doors opened to reveal an old, fat, white man who was a few years away from losing his teeth. Lucy could tell, because when he smiled down at them, his mouth was a mess of brown and yellow.

       “Well, hello there, Pip! Who is this?” He asked.

       “Mornin’, Bill! This is Lucy, I’m supposed to be showing her the ropes!” Lucy rolled her eyes behind Philip who was smiling proudly.

      “Oh! And I see you got a little upgrade over the summer?” Philip was confused at first, “Your braces, kid. You didn’t have them last year if I recall. When’d you get those?”

    “A few weeks ago,” Philip began to talk about the experience, but Lucy was honestly trying to get to school.

     She cleared her throat, “Excuse me, Bill? Don’t you have other stops to get to?” Philip rolled his eyes and mouthed something to the old man, which got him laughing hysterically. Lucy crossed her arms and glared at the two.

      “I’m sorry, ma’am, won’t happen again.” Bill said through laughter, he high fived Philip before the curly haired boy began walking down the aisle. Lucy sighed and followed. She took a seat two seats in front of Philip and on the other side of the aisle, not wanting to sit next to him. When the bus started moving she smiled and looked out the window and at the passing houses.

        After three stops, the bus was almost filled with kids talking about their summer and new outfits and whatnot. Philip’s friends were even on the bus as well. Everyone knew everyone. Except Lucy. She mentally cursed her dads for making her go to a private school, but also thanked them, because a majority of the kids on this bus were in desperate need of a shower.

     At the fourth stop, though, the boredom was knocked right out of Lucy. After a few eighth and seventh graders, a sixth grade girl walked onto the bus, looking down at her phone with furrowed brows. She had her dreadlocks pulled back into a high pony-tail and wore a pink shirt that read “#Vote4Burr!” in blue lettering. She wore dark blue denim shorts, black flats and a stitch backpack that was covered in pins from shows such as Bob’s Burgers, Adventure Time, she even had a few Melanie Martinez ones. “This is the bus to WJHS, right?” She had asked. A few kids in the back laughed but she seemed to either ignore them, or not care. Lucy liked that.

    When Bill nodded, she smiled anxiously and began typing vigorously into her phone, walking down the aisle. Lucy wanted to say something when she passed her and walked to the eighth grade section, but she was too late. The whole bus had gone quiet as well and watched her.

      “Hey, you, what grade are you in?” An eighth grader, who Philip had referred to as Mia, asked, the bus began moving, causing the girl to stumble a bit.

     She looked up from her phone and stuck it in her back pocket, “Sixth, why?” She asked. Lucy thought that the girl was genuinely confused, but Mia took it as sass.

    “I don’t know who you think you’re talking to, but I’m gonna need you to lose the attitude.” Mia replied coldly. Lucy was getting mad now.

    “Hey, leave her alone! She was just confused, you douche!” Lucy stood and turned around to glare at Mia from the front of the bus. A chorus of Ooh’s was heard from the bus, Mia’s face began to turn red and she stood up from her seat.

     Another eight grader, who had their ear buds in, heard the commotion and took them out. They took one look at Mia and the confused girl and sighed, standing up as well. “Mia, sit the fuck down. It’s obviously this kid’s first day, don’t make it as hard for them as it already is.” The person’s voice was calm yet stern as they spoke to Mia who crossed her arms and sat down and pulled out her phone with a huff, but it turned soft and sympathetic when they turned to the still confused and honestly bewildered girl, “I don’t know if you know this, but the back seats are taken for eighth graders, you can sit up front, though.” They smiled down at the girl.

      “Thank you,” She breathed out and turned around to walk back down the aisle. All the seats were taken except for (conveniently) the one next to Lucy. “Can I sit here?” She asked hopefully. Lucy felt her face grow hot and she nodded. Her first new friend, wow. “Thanks for defending me by the way.” She smiled after taking a seat.

      Lucy nodded back with a nervous grin and couldn’t help but peek over at the girl as she pulled her phone back out. Lucy wasn’t allowed to have a phone (Thomas disagrees but James thinks she too young) so she was nothing short of surprised to see that the girl had an IPhone 7 in her small hands. The lock screen was a selfie taken of her and a man (bald) laughing at how they looked with the snapchat dog filter. When she unlocked the phone (with her thumb print, which also amazed Lucy) the home screen was her and the same man with the flower crown filter, smiling whole heartedly. Lucy smiled, guessing that man was her father and turned back to look out the window silently.

     “I’m Theodosia Burr Jr., but you can just call me Theo.” The girl spoke as the bus finally left their neighborhood. Lucy looked over at the girl, who was smiling and holding her hand out.

     “I’m Lucy Jefferson, nice to meet you, Theo.” She smiled back and took her hand.

     “Nice to meet you, Lucy.”

Sam: For half the summer I thought your name was Camilla like the Duchess. No one corrected me!
Kamala: I only love some of my stuffed animals and the guilt is killing me!
Amadeus: Sometimes I use big words and I don’t actually know what they mean. I’m supposed to be the 7th smartest guy on earth, if I’m not that guy then who am I?!
Miles: Okay, I’m actually not laid back. I’m stressed, like, 24/7. I mean, have you met my family?

Truth or Dare

Pairing: Reader x Justin Bieber

Request: ‘Imagine about im at a party and Justin is my ex. And we play truth or dare. I get dared to make out with him for a minute and then have to sit on his lap throughout the rest of the game. Throughout the game, he flirts with me alot. And at the end, we end up together? Thank u💘❣️💚

Warnings: nothing that’ll hurt you


Tonight I was heading out to one of my friend’s house for this huge bash she was throwing. She was known for throwing these parties every summer before school starts. She’s been doing this for as long as I could remember. I had no reason to dress all cute because I had nobody to really impress. Apparently, Justin, my dreaded ex, was supposed to be there so, I thought that I should dress cute to show him what he was missing.

I heard the car horn honk outside which meant my ride was here. I checked myself once more quickly walking out my house.

“You look nice. Who you lookin’ cute for?” {Y/F/N} smirked at me. She waited for me to put my seatbelt on before driving off to our destination. 

We arrived in about fifteen minutes which was a new record for {Y/F/N}. She always drove like a damn snail with her new car. I hopped out the car first and I was greeted by some old friends. We walked inside together and we immediately split up. Some went straight to the bar, some went to their significant others. All I had was {Y/F/N} so, I decided to stick with her during the duration of the party, as awkward as it was. 

“{Y/N}, {Y/F/N}, come play a game of truth or dare with us!” someone yelled over at us. We shrugged our shoulders, doing as told. There was no harm in playing, right?

Wrong! As soon as I sat down the last guy I wanted to see sat directly across from me.

“Well, this just got a whole lot more interesting,” One of Justin’s friends said. I rolled my eyes, sighing deeply. Why does God hate me so much? I came here for a good time and I wasn’t going to let Justin ruin it for me.

The first dare of the night was for {Y/F/N} to go streaking from the beginning of the street to the end, and then back to the house. She got up from her seat, stripping from the clothes she was in. She walked away from where we were and a large amount of the people surrounding us, got up and left to watch her. Unfortunately, Justin didn’t do the same, although I really wish he did. I glanced over at him to see what he was doing, which was nothing. He and I made eye contact and I broke it faster than him and I broke up. 

Within five minutes, {Y/F/N} was back from the shenanigans she did in the neighborhood. 

“Okay ladies and gentlemen, it’s {Y/N}’s turn. Truth or dare, girly?”

“Dare I guess.” I responded. I figured that if I said truth, people would milk the hell out of the break up. 

“I dare you to make out with-,” the girl paused momentarily, looking around at the group of people before picking someone. “-Justin and you have to sit in his lap for the rest of the night.” 

Originally posted by yungdunc09


I looked around at everyone, wondering why she couldn’t pick anyone else besides Justin. There were loads of other guys here, so, what is she doing? “Are you serious? Do I really have to? What if he has an STD?”

The group snickered at my remark and Justin sent me the dirtiest look possible. 

“{Y/N}, it’s just a dare. You can drink to forget it even happened if it’ll help you sleep at night.” Justin suggested. I scoffed, rolling my eyes. Pulling a Justin wasn’t going to solve my problems. 

“Let’s just get this over with,” I groaned getting up from the couch. I shooed one of Justin’s friends away and sat next to him. I think I might be sick. Just do it already, {Y/N}! The longer you wait, the harder it’s going to be.

I took a deep breath before doing the unthinkable. This was definitely a new low for me. I wouldn’t say it was a peck but, more like an actual make out session. Could I possibly be starting to catch feelings for Justin again? I pushed him away from me before it could get anymore heated.

“That was like something out of a porno.” {Y/F/N} joked. I shook my head at her idiocy and did the next part of my dare, which was sitting on Justin’s lap. As much as I hated admitting this but, I missed these times with Justin. I guess that kiss made me realize things. The game continued, the truths or dares, getting more and more extra than the last.

Since the attention was off of us for the moment, Justin took this as the time to work his “charm” on me.

“You look nice {Y/N}. Bet you were expecting to see me and that’s why you dressed like this.” He said.

He was right but, I wasn’t going to confirm his suspicions. “You wish hot shot. I only dressed nice for myself. I didn’t even want to do this.”

“But you did it, didn’t you?” I couldn’t see his face but, I knew that he was smirking, I just felt. What a cocky guy.

The party ended a little bit after 1 in the morning. Most of the people were gone by now, but some still lingered behind. And by lingering, I meant, they were either to drunk to drive or getting their last could of drinks into the system. I didn’t have a single think to drink tonight, besides some water or juice. When you’re drunk you do some questionable things. 

Justin was still here and I knew the kid was drunk. he could hold his liquor but, boy, does he drink! I sat outside on the sidewalk, enjoying the crisp summer air. I felt a presence behind me but, I didn’t bother turning around to see who it was since I already knew who it was. “What do you want Justin?”

He stumbled over next to me, sitting almost on top of me. “Can you take me home, pleeeease?” He dragged out, laughing at the end of his sentence. The alcohol on his breath was enough to make me sick. I moved a little before pushing myself up from concrete. I put my hand out for Justin to take so he could help himself up. I threw his arm over my shoulder, bearing some of his weight. 

{Y/F/N} came out from inside the house and saw the two of us. “Going home together. Nice.” She nodded her head in approval.

“What? No! It’s not like that at all!” I stammered, defending myself. 

“Sure. Just be safe {Y/N},” she patted me on the shoulder before walking to her car, leaving. I walked with Justin to his car and took his keys out from his pocket, so I could open the doors and rest him in the passenger seat. He was getting too heavy for me to carry.

He slumped down in his seat, struggling to get his seatbelt on. I pushed his hands away, doing it myself.

“Thanks mom,” he slurred, giggling at his own nonsense. I closed the car door and walked over to the driver’s seat so we could get out of here.

I could already tell this was going to be one hell of a night.


Thoughts while playing Endless Summer Book 1, Act III, Chapter 13: One of Us Isn’t Supposed to Be Here

So the intro says “A mysterious, telepathic civilization watches from the rainforest, and they only want one thing… you.” Why me?!?!?

We’re at The Celestial’s rooftop garden. Niiice.

So we’re talking about the blue creatures. I choose that we think they’re “the island’s inhabitants”. Craig calls them the “Watchers”. Nice one.

Our fox is nuzzling us by the ankles. Our fox is blue. The Watchers are blue. Connection?

Diego has a good question. They’re sealing themselves against the blue guys, “but who are we sealing ourselves in with?”.

Now the group is blocking the hotel entrance. But Iris says it’s all for naught if they don’t block the subterranean tunnel. WHAT.

So it’s in the wine cellar. Quinn is going to search for it. And now we have an 18 diamonds option to go with Quinn. Do we? Hell yeah.

They’re at the wine cellar now. I love this soundtrack. And woah, the wines. 1952. 1908. 1873. How?! Quinn recognizes one of the wines, and shares that she feels sophisticated and peaceful when she drinks it. I get you, Quinn. I totally, totally do.

“Maybe I don’t want to be strong anymore,” Quinn says. Woah. Loaded statement.

Quinn finds a crevice in the wall. Could it be the entrance? But wait, we have a choice to smile or kiss her. I ship my MC Todd with her so I go for the kiss. Now they’re making out against the cellar’s wall. Sizzling. Okay they stop to focus back on the work.

There’s lipstick all over Todd’s face so Quinn reaches for a napkin. There’s handwriting on the back of the napkin. Is this a clue?! It says A = B + C - D.

Okay, so is the vintage year 1873, 1908, or 1954? Am I seriously gonna go Algebra on this? I choose 1908. Holy crap, it’s correct. “1 equals 9 plus 0 minus 8.” (Silently thanks stock knowledge of Math.)

They go to the 1908 bottle. It’s a friggin’ lever. There is a tunnel entrance opening. Wow. So if there’s a traitor within the group they could’ve used that to get in and out of the hotel. Tsk.

Back upstairs! The group is setting traps, and Lila seems pretty much an expert. We’ve got some slick paint and Aleister suggest we fill balloons to blind them. I go with it.

There’s a picture frame Raj has… and Aleister reveals there’s a black and white photo inside it! It’s a pic of Rourke playing an arcade cabinet in a game room. Maybe there’s a game room somewhere in the hotel.

Now we bump into Jake and Estela, gathering blunt instruments for weapons. They’re offering to train MC on the beach. Do we go for it with 18 diamonds? Yes!

We’re at the beach, Jake’s teaching first, but Estela’s challenging him. Why is she in her sweater? Oh wait, she’s in her bikini now.

Estela’s style is defensive, while Jake’s technique is offensive. What do we go with?!!? I choose Estela’s because I want to score points with her.

There’s a little flirting going on. Or at least Estela’s getting charmed by Todd. “It’s kinda like we’re dancing,” Todd says of the defensive technique. Estela blushes.

Okay now we gotta choose who to spar with. I pick Estela again. There’s a time choice which I mess up. Eek.

Training’s over! Back at the hotel, we come upon… Rourke’s game room? YES!

Awww, I would please like to see that happy dance Winter/Furball performs while Zahra also dances after winning a pool game vs. Craig.

There’s the arcade game Rourke was playing! The one in the picture! Hell yeah, it’s Most Wanted 2. Guys, this is the most action we’ll get from Most Wanted 2 for now.

I am so amused by the pixelated Most Wanted game.

We get a perfect score! Initials? I put “TAB” Todd Ashton Banks. Why? Random. Well, my MC’s name in The Freshman is Holly Banks, so now I’m gonna HC that they’re siblings. Hahaha.

Maybe I should’ve put Rourke’s initials. Right.  That’s what we do next. “EAR”. Everett A. Rourke. Yes! A secret entrance opens!

It’s a control room. We come upon a choice to barricade the hotel with the anti-tsunami walls. Do we? Do we not? I choose no, siding with Zahra that I’d like to escape from the hotel should something happen from within.



It says we were born in La Huerta. What? And what is that a symbol of? Plus we were born on New Year? Our threat assessment is 10?!!? Are we one of the blue creatures by blood?!? Okay that last question was far off but I wouldn’t be surprised if the answer is ‘yes’.

But wait, there’s more. So we have a file of Aleister. Codename: Serpens. So he was the one who wasn’t supposed to be part of the group. Why why why. But we’re more threatening than he is because his is at 8.

Time to confront Aleister.

It’s confirmed. He IS Everett Rourke. Everett Aleister Rourke, the Second. Everett Rourke is his father.

I KNEW IT. I FRIGGIN KNEW IT. WE FRIGGIN KNEW IT. There were lots of theories surrounding this, that Rourke was his father. *high fives all those who had the same theory from way back*

The end.

Final thoughts:
Yes! I loved this chapter! We got answers but even more questions! We were born in La Huerta?!! This ties back to something MC said last chapter. That he didn’t have to go home to, or something like that. This chapter also confirms our suspicions about Aleister. Oh wow. In the first chapter we had seen how much hatred he had towards Rourke while staring at the picture in the lobby, remember? Wow. I love this chapter. Super do. Oh wait, we also got to spar with Estela! That was fun! I can’t wait to try the Jake playthrough. :) And oooh making out with Quinn in the cellar. Go go go Todd. Great chapter! And guys, Most Wanted 2 is out — in the world of Endless Summer. Haha. :P


“Cassian,” she said coolly.

Foreboding soured his stomach. “Hey, Jyn.”

She let him stew until finally a sly grin curved her lips. “So … I’m an advantage, huh?”

Gods. Dismay nearly choked him. “You heard us?”

“You mean you didn’t notice me?”

He had somehow noticed everything in the room but Jyn. Awe mingled with irritation; he was supposed to be better at this – a professional, each experience hard-won - but he couldn’t deny that she impressed him.  If she could evade his active observation, she’d be more than an asset on the field. The thought was dangerous, and intoxicating … “I was preoccupied.”

“Mhm. Of course. If you’d rather I leave you to your preoccupation –”

“I’d rather be distracted from it, honestly.”

“I’m game.” Her grin lost its cunning edge, left an expression sweet as summer. “So, you do that with everyone. Even your boss! I’m impressed.”


“Your leading questions thing.”

It was his turn to smile. “Who do you think I learned it from?”

“Oh, I don’t know. I thought it might be a character defect.”

“Are you always so charming?”

“Only when the mood strikes.”


Sunday Afternoon’s Thoughts

I feel like I have absolutely nothing to write about right now (<– a sure to be thrilling post, when it starts like that).   It’s been a really quiet weekend for me; so much so I’m debating whether I should extend the rotation I’m on, or not. Right now I head back to Toronto July 1st weekend, however I could stay until the end of October (aka for the summer), but given my intense lack of friends and things to do, I’m not too sure… 

I have a date this evening. I suppose that’s news. As always I’m super nervous and keep thinking of reasons to back out, but it’s also something to do.  I find dating in Detroit to be a lot easier than dating in Toronto; the guys here are mid-west gentlemen; friendly. Or, I’m more easy going.  But… all the dates I’ve been on so far I’m the person who has not wanted a second date, and I keep wondering if I have got to such an independent point now, that it won’t matter if Mr. Right even comes along, because I’m so stuck in my little bubble of one. Cool cool. #dyingalone

I went to CrossFit this morning and did 17.4 (the official CrossFit workout released this week).  I did the 55 deadlifts at 100lbs, 55 wall balls at 10lb, made it through the 55 calorie row, and got one (modified) handstand up push-up in. Felling pret-ty baller right now. 

I was up (laying in bed) till about 4am last night. At 8pm I drank a “decaf” coffee which I’m 99% sure was not decaf, and I want to go back and complain now to Starbucks. 

Have you watched Big Little Lies yet? ohmy, get on it! It’s sooooo good.  I may buy the book, as waiting for the episodes to come out is too suspenseful.  

Next weekend my parents are coming to visit, and the weekend after my friend Veronica. And then friends from Boston are coming in April!  I’m pretty excited to show people around Detroit.  I’ll also admit I’ve sort of been shocked at how much some of my friendships in Toronto have sort of fallen off a cliff from me moving here.  Perhaps my expectations are way too high, but I feel so isolated here, and when I message friends, there’s usually no reply. Cool cool.  Perhaps it’s karma, as I’m pretty terrible with texting at times too. 

I am feeling a really strong urge to go for a run lately. Note, easier to type than actually do.  I’m doing CrossFit four or five times a week, but think I may drop down to three and add one or two runs in.  When I see people running (they’re few and far between in Detroit though!) I get so jealous.  Perhaps I should sign up for a 5 or 10k to motivate myself.  

I built myself a shoe rack today.  It’s the worst ikea-type job I’ve ever done, as I had no screwdriver, just a knife, but it gets the job done.   I’m going to add a photo of it to the bottom of this post because I’m weirdly proud of it. 

I have been really obsessed lately at looking at jobs. Don’t get me wrong I have zero intention of leaving my company (ever, right now), but I keep looking up Product Manager jobs at large tech companies to ensure I am learning and doing items to be able to one day check off all the requirements.  

I’m down to 193lbs. Or, perhaps you could say up to 193lbs.  That being said I had to buy a belt from Gap the other day to help with a now-too-big pair of jeans. YES. And, I went shopping yesterday and fit most size 12 dresses, which is a win, as I think around Christmas size 14 was a stretch.  I’m still counting calories, not as diligently as before, but I’m now 40 days consistently on My Fitness Pal, which is good because it feels like a habit. 

How do you make adult friends? I signed up for Bumble BFF (like a dating app, but for for friendships) and it was SO WEIRD. Almost more awkward than talking to guys.  Ha. Although my friend/colleague from the Toronto office is heading to Detroit for six weeks (starting today!) and she’s living in my building, and I’m super super excited for that, as I think I’ll now have a friend to actually go out with, and/or do a hiking trip up north with. Yesssssssssss! 

And would you look at that, I did somehow have something to say, Happy Sunday! 

My brilliant work. I couldn’t screw the middle rack in, so it’s just balancing on the screws pushed in. ha

  • Tucker: Epsilon, if you're gonna forget everything, I got some stuff I wanna get off my chest. For half the summer, I thought your name was Birch, like the tree. No one corrected me!
  • Caboose: I only love some of my stuffed animals, and the guilt is killing me!
  • Simmons: Sometimes I use big words, and I don't actually know what they mean. I mean, I'm supposed to be the smart guy. If I'm not the smart guy, who am I?
  • Grif: Okay, I'm not actually laid back. I'm stressed, like, 24/7. Have you MET my sister?

Thoughts while playing Endless Summer Act II Full Bonus Scene:

It’s the penthouse bar that MC, Zahra and Craig went to a few chapters ago!

In Act I’s bonus scene, Rourke was talking to someone on the phone. Was it Iris?

Who are The Hostiles? Are there other people on the island aside from the students?

What are chronoquakes?

So the whiskey was indeed Rourke’s. The fox was growling at the glass last time. So he does know Rourke. How and why I wonder.

Who are these “friends” he speaks of?

So the plane was supposed to land after the chronostorm. But we hit a storm in the sky. Either our flight was delayed or the storm came too soon.

What does he mean by Iris contaminating them? Why do they need to be “pure”?

He’s taking off his shoes, belt and cufflinks. Why these?

One last adventure, he says. Where is he off to?

The end.

Final thoughts: I enjoyed the bonus scene but I have a headache from all my questions. Someone please get me a freaking Tequila Sunrise from Double Tap.