i tried something different with the sizes

Gifs freeze in gifsets for no reason: the ongoing saga

Have you noticed lately, in your dashboard or when you visit someone’s blog, in your mobile/s or your computer/s, that there’s one gif not moving in a gifset? Normally just one, maybe sometimes more? Most frequently with gifsets that aren’t new, maybe months or years old? Perhaps you did and thought it was just you, your internet connection or that the person who originally uploaded it wasn’t careful with the sizes. I’m here to tell you it’s probably not that.

I started noticing this over a month ago. I came across one of my older gifsets and one of the gifs wasn’t moving properly. I thought I had, for some reason, messed up the sizes, so I made it again, re-uploaded it and it got fixed. All was well, until I realized that it was happening with more of my gifsets, some of which I had their respective files still saved in my computer. When I re-uploaded the same exact gif as it was originally uploaded, it got fixed. When I tried downloading the one which didn’t move and compare it to either the original or another one, which was moving, from the same gifset, the one not moving seemed like a still image in photoshop, without the frames and with a different size than it originally had. I started fearing there was a glitch or something ruining my gifs and I was going to have to replace each one manually for them to work properly again. 

So I gave up trying to figure it out and mailed the Staff. I sent them the link to my post and a copy of the gif I had originally uploaded, so they could see it wasn’t the size. Their response was that they saw the gifset perfectly, that I must have been the one with the problem (!!!!). They gave me the normal instructions (check all your extensions, update your Chrome, restart your computer) but nothing worked. And I knew it wasn’t going to anyway, because my sister, who also uses tumblr, had seen this happen in other gifsets from other people as well. 

Feeling like the lead in a horror flick of the early 2000s when they know the house is haunted but people around them insist they just need some sleep, I decided to get some back up and asked people about it, in and out of tumblr. I sent the link out in social media to know what others saw in the same gifset. Out of 13 people who responded to me that same day, only 2 people saw it perfectly. The other 11 saw one gif not moving, some saw the same one I did and others saw another gif not moving, but there was always at least one. This was not my problem for sure. 

I sent this to the Staff with gif screencaps of what I saw in my blog, my dash and the pop-up sidebar on my dash (because the gifs not moving change in one or the others sometimes). And then asked my brother about it. He said it was probably how Tumblr is handling proxy so we used a proxy site to change different servers to the link. Lo and behold, in a European server, for example, the gifset moved perfectly, but in a US one, one of the gifs didn’t move, however, it wasn’t the same one I saw not moving from Argentina, it was another one. Whatever is happening, there’s where the issue lies. 

Basically, it’s not me. Or you, if this has happened to you. And your gifs aren’t ruined or not properly sized or have a glitch. As of today, the last message I got from the Staff was that they were working on it and passing it to the appropriate people to handle, so we’ll have to wait patiently until it’s solved. I’m leaving it be and it’s in their hands now, but at least I have a vague idea of where the problem lies. So if this is something you have experienced in the past months, now you know why it might be happening. For some reason, I haven’t seen many posts about this, maybe people thought it was their internet connection or their extensions or that OPs messed up sizes and kept scrolling without paying it any mind. Maybe I missed a huge post about it and what I’m saying isn’t news to anyone. Still, I thought it was appropriate to let you know. 

Whenever I get a message from the Staff, I’ll update this post. 

UPDATE (May 2017): I ended up never receiving an answer back from the staff. I continued monitoring the gif situation in gifsets I knew I had problems with, from different sources. Some time after my conversation with the staff, and after other messages were sent by various other users who replied to this post with their experiences (and who received the same exact answer I did, word by word, you can see it here), the problem seemed to have been resolved. I waited to update this post because, shortly after, I experienced in my location another brief period of proxy issues (I had experienced them before in our servers here, during them images don’t load properly, they show as if the internet service wasn’t working correctly, and the only way to fix it is using a proxy based app like Hola and changing proxy to another location). I decided to wait and see if that resolved itself like the other times, and it did, but I’m assuming it won’t be the last time we have these kinds of issues, since that wasn’t the first. So, long story short, now it seems the gif problem is solved, for what I can see, but I didn’t receive any response from the staff about it and there are still proxy issues going on in different servers from time to time. 

Since I’ve hit 250 followers lately, I decided to make something special for all of you. I would never thought that there will be so many people who like my blog and CC that I create. I enjoy this lovely feeling inside my little heart so much and I hope that it won’t leave me soon :) So, I tried something different than a recolor and I made a crop top without a mesh, what would definitely not happen without a very helpful tutorial-ish by amazing @citrontart. My top isn’t very perfect, because when you change the chest’s size the stripes move also and sometimes it makes pretty weird effect (if you know what I mean), but I think it’s not a big deal :) 

Feel free to recolor, but please, include a link back to this post. Thank you!


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Bracelet Commissions

Okay so I’m pretty much broke

And I refuse to ask for money because of internalized issues that make is impossible for me to request help no matter how much I need it. So I’m going to try and earn money. But since I can’t do the usual thing which is drawing the only thing I have is jewery. Specifically wrap style bracelets. The following are a few examples 

These are the oldest two I have. They’re not very good but give you an idea of the design. These are double wraps so they go around your wrist twice. The one on the right is faceted Citrine and non-faceted Aventurine. On the left is what I believe is Turquoise and maybe a Red Jasper and silver toned spacers. I can’t recall it’s been years since I made these. These beads are very small, 4mm I believe. 

The first triple wrap I made, it’s very bulky, the stones being 8mm. The cord is leather and the meta spacers are simple pewter. The stones are Aqua Terra Imperial Jasper and something that looks like but isn’t Larimer. I suspect a dyed howlite or the likes. 

One of the two most recent ones I made, you can see I’ve gotten better. Malachite, Red Jasper, Lapis Lazuli and Onyx with silver toned spacers. Also a triple wrap. The beads are all 6mm rounds

This one was made for a friend and was something I’d never tried before, different shaped beads working together. It did turn out pretty well for something I’d never done before but I can’t swear to the size of the beads. But it’s made of three different shaped garnet beads and unakite bars. It’s also a triple wrap. 

A comparison shot of the size of bead. 

The above are not actually for sale. These are custom made and sized for my wrist and as such won’t fit anyone else. 
I am, however, looking to make some for others who want some. They won’t be cheap as materials aren’t inexpensive but it’s something I actually enjoy doing and I’m hoping to make just enough money off of them to say I’m making SOMETHING. 


The bracelets will be priced according to how many wraps as each time around is essentially enough material to make another bracelet. 

  • Single wrap - $30
  • Double wrap - $40
  • Triple wrap - $50

I’m only really charging for materials here as my time isn’t worth a whole lot to me and I’m going to be sucking up the cost of shipping. Remember my prices are all in Canadian as well so if you’re american then you’re getting a deal. As well, I may give you a deal if you pick from the list of materials I currently have on hand as opposed to something I need to go out and acquire


The following is a list is everything I currently have on hand.  

  • pearls of a vaguely round shape (purple, teal, pink, olive green, lilac, gold and some kinda pastel peacock thing)
  • faceted goldstone tires 8mm
  • faceted amethyst tires 8mm
  • faceted amethyst rounds 6mm
  • unakite rounds 8mm
  • faceted fluorite tires 6mm
  • fluorite rounds 4 and 6mm
  • faceted and unfaceted clear quartz rounds 6mm
  • garnet rounds 4mm
  • faceted carnelian tires 4mm
  • kyanite flat rounds 6mm
  • peridot flat rounds 4mm

These are materials I can acquire. They are all non faceted rounds

  • smokey quartz 6mm 8mm
  • lapis lazuli 6mm 8mm
  • blue jasper 8mm
  • jade 6mm 8mm
  • sodalite 4mm 8mm
  • fluorite 6mm
  • purple banded agate 6mm
  • aqua terra imperial jasper 8mm
  • rhodonite 8mm
  • imperial red jasper 6mm
  • matt red jasper 4mm 6mm 8mm
  • mookaite 6mm 8mm
  • red tigers eye 4mm 6mm 8mm
  • black agate 6mm 8mm
  • malachite 8mm
  • chrysoprase 8mm
  • azurite 6mm 8mm 
  • turquoise 6mm

If you have any real interest, please message me. We can talk about the details and work something out. I can send photos of the materials I have to make sure you like them. 

Also, if you’d be willing to reblog this, that would be great. Maybe someone out there is interested. 

Alien Boyfriend 2

A new alien boyfriend for all the requests I got! Also I just really wanted to. So I really hope you enjoy.

   Your post on a recent satellite station hasn’t been exactly what they told you to expect. Every other day there seems to be something that needs your attention. Some fight to mediate, some meeting to keep in line. The base is one in constant turmoil it seems, but your studies have shown that the staff and everyone aboard is relatively happy.

It isn’t the easy job you were told it would be, but you’re enjoying life on the station, even if you are working more than you would like. During your short time there you have been called during off hours more than you can count, and your office couch is already in ruins. You’ve placed an order for a new one and were laughed at.

Also, you’ve noticed a feeling like you’re being watched. Every once in a while as you walk down the halls or go to get food you feel like someone is following you. You turn and look but there’s no one there. Sure the hallways are full but no one seems to be following you, let alone noticing you at all.

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Some dude tried to send me a dick pic once

Normally I would rage because you know, do you not think before you sexually harass people? Obviously not. Instead, that day I decided to do something different other than rage.
I sent him a dick pic as well. I sent him A LOT of dick pics. I had to clear out my internet history because I had to find so many pictures of dicks of various shapes, sizes, and races to send to this dude. I had micropenises, circumcised, uncircumcised, dicks with infections, enormous throbbing pork swords. I even threw in some horse dicks for good measure.
The dude got so mad. “What the fuck??? I don’t want these!!”
And all I said was, “Neither did I. Fuck you.”


my March for Science sign ideas

I am a designer IRL and I wanted to share some sign ideas with the world. Since different approaches work with different people, I tried to cover the gamut between directions that are alternately jokey, serious, philosophical, and pointed. You might hate some, you might like some.

If you see something you like: steal it — make your own version of it — improve on it. Or, if you think all these are crap, come up with an kickass idea of your own that make these look pathetic in comparison.

But if you want to use these as-is, be my guest. You can find PDF versions on Google Drive. These are all sized to 20” x 32”. (My thought was that 40” x 32” is a common foam core size so dividing it in half would be a good way to optimize material — 2 signs per sheet).

Perfect  [ T.H ]

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Request: Hii! Can I request something with Tom Holland? The reader is a plus size girl and they like each other, way more than friends do, but every time Tom’s tries to tell her, she changes the subject bc he’s Tom Holland and she’s afraid that he’s kidding bc she thinks it’s impossible for someone be in love with her. In the end lots of kisses and fluff?

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 1226

A/N: I. Am. So. Sorry. This. Took. So. Long. Also, I really hope this is alright for the anon who wrote this! I feel as if it did come out slightly different in the end and that my writing for this also just wasn’t great. 

Tom held your hand softly as the two of you walked through the overgrown grass of the park beside his home. The silence between you was eating at him alive and all he wanted was to speak his mind about how he felt towards you.

The two of you were already practically dating and the feelings that you felt towards each other were painfully obvious but you shied away every time Tom tried to talk about whatever it was that had been brewing between you. There was always an excuse for you to get away from the conversation.

You didn’t want to hear it from him. In fact, you were afraid of hearing it from him. You weren’t like the other girls he hangs around - at least that’s what you thought. To you, they were more beautiful. They were just more. The only thing that differentiates you from them was that they were all much skinnier. You were pretty adamant on the fact that Tom doesn’t feel anything that he says he feels for you and you were also pretty damn sure you were the butt of some sick joke he may have been playing.

But that was nowhere near true. Sure, you may be bigger than other girls but by no means did that mean you weren’t beautiful. You are beautiful. You are so much more than beautiful and just because you weren’t as thin as the other girls you see in magazines or on TV doesn’t mean that they’re any better any more beautiful than you are.

“I need to talk to you about something. You can’t-you can’t try and change the topic this time,” Tom sighs, readjusting his grip on your hand. He was honestly growing tired of you dodging the conversation that you know you need to have. “Just hear me out, yeah?”

You sigh, your eyes dropping to the grass. It was almost softer than your pillow underneath your feet, the grass tickling the exposed skin of your ankles. You were pretty much in love with Tom, there was no question about that. It was known to you that you would have to tell him, whether or not he really does like you back the same way and the thought ate away at your insides every single time you had managed to get away from this very discussion.

“What are we?” Tom sighs, “I mean, we’re basically dating right? I just - I really like you Y/N. I - I’m even in love with you and here you are, avoiding any sort of finalisation between us. I know that you feel what I feel. And I want, no, I need more than anything for you to be mine and for me to be yours. I need to hear something from you. I need your confirmation before we become something new. I need to know that you want this just as bad as I do.”

Tom’s eyes held a sincerity that went unnoticed by you. And if only you had glanced up to meet his gaze for a mere second, every single doubt you had may have just washed away. But, as he spoke you had dared not made direct eye contact with him incase it brought your nightmares to life. It would have been too painful for you to have seen anything in his brown eyes that contradicted the words that he had said.

“Say something. Please.” Tom almost whimpers. His eyebrows are furrowed as you don’t lift your head, hiding the tears that forcefully well up in your eyes from his view. You didn’t want him to see you crying.

There was an ache in your chest. No way could he mean that, right?

“Are you - are you lying, Tom? Be honest with me, please. I just–”

 “Why would I lie? How could you even think that, Y/N?” Tom was taken aback by your accusation. He was completely flabbergasted. He didn’t understand why you thought he was lying because it just didn’t make sense. His breath caught in his throat as you muttered your next words.

“I’m not good enough for you, Tom. All the other girls, they’re all so-”

“Don’t say that. Don’t even say it.”

“Why, Tom? It’s true. You could be with someone so much better for you than me. Someone more beautiful, someone just as perfect as you are. Why wouldn’t this be a joke?” You reply. Tears were slowly making their journey down your cheeks by now. The idea of hiding them completely slipped you as you moved your gaze to meet his own.

“It’s not true. None of it. How could you even say that? How could you even think that I would want to be with anyone else just because you think you aren’t as beautiful as you? Dammit, how could you even say that–that you aren’t as beautiful as any other girl?”

Tom was flustered, his cheeks painted pink as a berry. Ragged breaths left him as he awaited your answer, his heart beating at a mile’s worth per second. He just didn’t understand.

“I-I’m not like the other girls you hang out with Tom. I’m bigger, I’m just not as well, as beautiful as you deserve. I can’t give you what they can. The press already make their comments about how I’m not what the other girls are.” You stop for a minute, your words floating through the air that’s thick with tension and unspoken emotions.

“You’re so perfect, Tom,” You carry on, “I’m not.”

“So what if your not thin? You’re still the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen in my damn life. And yes, I do spend time with beautiful people but none of them can compare to you. None of them. You shine, you make me-you make me feel so damn different. You don’t need to give me anything except for your love. And for fuck’s sake, anyone who says or thinks otherwise can deal with me.” Tom’s eyes welled with tears, the both of you standing facing one another. Tom’s hands grip each of your shoulders, his eyes piercing into your own.

You could see in his eyes, that he meant everything he had told you. He did love you. And it hurt him so much that you didn’t see what he saw. It hurt that you thought you weren’t good enough, that you weren’t as beautiful. Tom’s heart ached and all he wanted to do was treat you to everything this world and any other could offer. He wanted you to have it all, he wanted you to feel like the princess you are to him.

You’re perfect.” Tom rests his forehead on yours as he whispers, “You’re so fucking perfect and you have no idea what you do to me.

“Tom,” You mutter, the feeling of his breath on your face sent shivers down your spine. His eyelids flutter, his eyes sparkling under the angle of light coming from the sun. Every doubt you had about yourself disappeared as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you as close to him as possible. “I love you.”

“God, I love you.” His lips meet your own for a brief second, your lips tingling from the lack of warmth that you had felt. Your arms wrapped around his neck and your fingers tangled themselves in his hair as he leaned down to place his lips on yours once more. “I love you so much.”

the equation of love (pt. 4)

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5 | Pt. 6 | Pt. 7 | Pt. 8 | Pt. 9

→scenarioWhen you met Yoongi in a club, you thought it was fate that brought the two of you together. But after you walked into your college math class for the very first time, you weren’t so sure anymore.

→genre: smut | fluff | angst

→word count: 9,841

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simon imagine - the ring.

REQUESTED:  “Adorable imagine idea! You and Si are dating and he sometimes likes to give you his family ring to wear and it makes him really happy and clingy and the boys freak when they see you wearing it? Or maybe the fans? Something like that :DLove your work!”

“You’re pretty,” he said, his deep blue eyes looking down at me.

“So are you.” I replied. 

I rested my head on his shoulder. His grip around my small frame tightened from beneath me, where I was sitting on top of him innocently, as I reached for the remote. As I absent mindedly flipped through channels Simon took my hand.

“Your hands are so tiny” he grinned. “You’re so small.”

“Wow Simon, no one has ever said that to me before.”

He pouted. “Sorry,” I smiled, kissing his cheek. “No more sarcasm.”

He played with my fingers, admiring the difference in size. He removed the ring from his pinky and slid it onto my left hand. He tried my index finger, however it sat loosely, not yet touching the skin. I shook my head. Simon loved to give me his family ring sometimes. Seeing something so important to him on me was exciting to him. It was almost a fetish: he would always ask that I wore it when it was just me and him. It wasn’t something the boys had ever seen, it was private. 

I moved the ring to my ring finger and he smiled.

“It’s like we’re engaged.”

“One day maybe.”

“You think about marrying me?” His eyes were pale as he stared at me intensely.

“Sometimes,” I answered honestly, twisting the jewellery round my finger. “But not until we’re like, older. Do you?”

“All the time. I would love to marry you.”

I pressed my lips to his. His smile could be felt against my face. 

“I swear, get a fucking room.” JJ groaned as he entered the room, flopping down on the sofa. I apologised before hiding my face in Simon’s neck. It was nice to know that he thought about marrying me. Truthfully, I thought about marrying him a lot. It wasn’t an option just yet - I was still paying off university debts, and Simon’s career was at an all time high - but one day, I couldn’t imagine anything better. 

“Y/N? Can you pass me the remote?” Jide’s shrill voice interrupted my thoughts.

I grabbed the controller, passing it in his direction. As our hands collided his jaw dropped.

“What?” I asked, however his shouts cut me off.


Both Simon and I were pulled into a threeway hug. We looked at eachother and laughed.

“Jide, bro..” Simon pushed him away. “It’s my ring. You know, my grandma’s one?”

JJ’s face shrivelled in confusion.

“Not an engagement ring?”

“Not an engagement ring.” I giggled.

“You guys are arseholes! I got excited!”

He crossed his arms as Simon patted his shoulder.

“Don’t worry bro,” his voice lowered drastically. “Soon.”

anonymous asked:

I cannot stop day dreaming about Olivers bday party. It prob going to be at the loft. Of course everyone else will leave first, 'giving them the room. When he finally goes to leave I NEED Felicity to get up on her tip toes and kiss him on the cheek whispering "Happy Birthday" and then I just want him to say fuck it and kiss her. REALLY kiss her. And scoop her up and go upstairs. And at some point, whisper the words, "I want to come home." Then I can die happy. Or just be dead. Whichever.

Anon, you beautiful soul!! Way to go guessing the loft! I don’t know what I did to deserve this, because I NEVER get messages like this one, so thank you. Ugh, my heart is so very full from the picture you’ve given me that I ended up writing a *short* spec fic about it. (Based on recent spoilers, I know most of what I have written here ain’t gonna happen; but alas, I started this fic last month and wanted to finish it anyway. My Oliver deserves a happy spec fic on his birthday.)

Here’s my new favorite photo to set the stage. LOOK HOW HAPPY THEY ARE. I’M FINE.



Felicity’s cry echoes across the expanse of the loft, her words bouncing off its high ceilings, sending all party guests into an unprecedented silence.

Oliver stills, every fiber in his body already tightening, already on edge, ready to pounce to protect her if need be– He relaxes a little when he realizes Felicity is not, in fact, reacting to any sort of danger. Instead, she stares with wide, horrified eyes at the knife he’s still gripping, hovering over the direct center of the cake. The cake he was just instructed to cut himself. The cake covered in exactly 32 little plastic arrows, all pointing towards the center to form a giant O.

Yet he knows that look means trouble of a different sort…a Felicity-sized and always important portion of concern.

“What’s wrong?”

Oliver quickly makes eye contact with the rest of the group, just in case anyone’s picked up on something he’s missed. But everyone appears just as confused as he is by Felicity’s new state of peril.

Felicity visibly swallows as she slowly tiptoes towards him. She licks her lips once, hesitating before meeting his gaze; and he can practically see the wheels spinning behind her eyes, as she calms herself down and tries to explain.

“I just mean…you should have the corner piece, you know? Because it has more frosting. You like frosting, right? Everyone loves frosting.”

“Felicity…” He has no idea what she’s hiding, but he can tell something’s off.

“You know what? I’ll just cut the cake. I mean, you already do so much, the least I can do is cut you a piece of cake.” She’s taking the knife from him and already cutting off a corner piece, before he can even try to stop her, all the while muttering something to herself. He leans in a bit to try to hear, but Curtis and Quentin have resumed their conversation across the table, so all he catches is something along the lines of “What was I thinking…”

God, if only he knew. He’s spent years learning to understand what Felicity Smoak says, let alone trying to make sense of what could possibly be going on inside that beautiful head of hers.

“There. That is your piece.”

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anonymous asked:

Hey! So, I saw another ask that was about main characters and I found that really interesting, so I was wondering how exactly you keep track of all your arcs. I really need a system, I am getting messy with my own and don't know what to do. Thank you!


This question really made me think. In a way, I sort of have a system, but it’s difficult to explain the “rules” of it. Arcs are constantly changing, expanding, and overlapping, so it is difficult to develop a system that allows for that sort of fluidity and flexibility. 

First of all, for character arcs, I would recommend just following the Character Arc map.

But, for subplots and other arcs, it can get a lot more complicated!

For me, it involves a lot of different sheets of paper, and color coding, and sometimes folders or binders. Let me break it down as simply as I can.

First, I generally like to keep binders or folders for my different WIPs, and sometimes different sections within them depending on how expansive it gets. 

Secondly, character arcs and plot idea tend to come to me in a hurry, so usually I find myself finding the nearest blank piece of paper and scrawling down everything I just thought of in a big hurry. 

This could look something like a flow chart, or a mind map.

When I want to clean that up into something more legible and easy to follow, I usually just turn it into a scene/parts list! Basically, I just write down the individual parts/scenes of an arc step-by-step, using only a couple sentences to describe each one- basically summarizing the arc, in little bite sized pieces. For example:

1. Casper’s psychic abilities give him really bad migraines the more he uses them. Finally he uses them too much and, in enormous pain, begs Tali to make them stop.

2. Unable to see Casper in pain, Tali gives him a risky medication that has unknown side effects.

3. As a result, Casper’s pain disappears, but now he has huge memory gaps.

4. Tali now feels guilty, and avoids Casper, who keeps pressing her for answers about what he’s missing, including Tali giving him the medication.

And so on, through to the end of the arc. (I actually wrote about 10 more steps, but now I’m thinking I might use this plot one day, haha.)

You may also notice that there really seems to be two characters involved in this arc. Character arcs can often seriously overlap. Usually, that’s where my colorful pens come along to color code the differences.

The other thing that I sometimes do when I have a lot of characters with many different arcs going (usually varying in size and degree) is to simply keep a few notes on them as things go along. As an example:


-being manipulated by C to spy on Secret Location

- B works for C and keeps watch over A

- C has something that A needs, and uses it to manipulate him

- A feels guilty about spying and tries to tell D

- B kills A before A gets the chance


-keeps eyes on A for C

- ends up killing A before A can tattle to D

- attempts to frame E for the death

- D figures it out anyway

- B goes to prison

And so one, down the line through each character involved in the arc. Again, at parts where different characters and plots overlap, colorful pens are your best friend.

It’s hard to determine a perfect system as far as arcs. Overall, it’s important to maintain flexibility in whatever you choose to do, as arcs are constantly growing and changing.

A few additional notes and ideas:

  • Write down scenes or plot threads on note cards that you can rearrange
  •  Keep track of the threads of plot as you go along by writing summaries of each scene so that you know where you’ve been
  • Always be sure to write down an idea when you have it, so as not to lose it later.
  • On that note, it might be smart to have some folder or other organizational tool in which you can deposit your ideas, even if you’re not going to use or edit them until later.
  • As each arc unfolds through a new scene, write down a list of things that will result from that scene or questions that might yet be unanswered in that plot line up to that point, as a sort of checklist of what has yet to be done.
  • Keeping a timeline of your story may also be very helpful in summarizing  and tracking events.

Followers! If you have a way of tracking your plot that works really well, feel free to add on! I’d love to see your ideas.


Let me Explain

At 6’2, Mark always thought he was going to be the big man on campus. In high school he could easily play football, wrestle, lacrosse and more. He was pretty much good at it all. And his body showed it. He knew how to grow and shape his muscles into a great physique. The girls fucking loved it. He just had to give them a little bit of a flex and they would fawn all over his muscular body.

Today was a little different. He was used to little nerdy Peter checking him out while they were in the break room but today he actually spoke. Mark had known for a long time just how much of a hard on the little guy had for him. He would always just happen to be in the showers when Mark was or just happen to be ‘working out’ in the gym at the same time. Mark knew but he never hassled him about it.

“Hey,” Peter started out.

“Hey,” Mark replied. He was still filling his water bottle getting ready to hit the gym. “What’s up?”

“I think I figured out a way to get you to like me,” Peter said.

Mark stifled his laugh, “Dude, you’re not really my type.” He said as he twisted the lid on his bottle. “Not enough in the chest area and a little too much between the legs.” He motioned his arms to add to the joke.

Peter didn’t look like he was going to give up. He stared up at Mark maintaining his eye contact, “Just give me a chance to explain. Then you can just ignore me or whatever. But you just have to listen. Okay?”

Peter was serious. Mark didn’t want to make him feel bad. Besides he still had a few minutes to kill before going to the gym. “Okay,” he said. “Explain it to me.”

“Okay,” he took a deep breath. “I’ve been working out.” Mark grinned wildly as the little guy tried to find something they might have in common. He nodded his head trying not to interrupt. “Like I know you really like working out and doing sports. So I have been working out too.”

“Uh-huh,” Mark nodded. He could see Peter was really trying. Despite his small size there was a noticeable difference. His small shirt was fitting a little tighter since the beginning of the year. Even if it wasn’t much there was as least some effort put into this. “And how long have you been working out?”

Peter paused trying to force the next words out of his mouth. It was like he knew what he wanted to say but felt like he wasn’t allowed to say them. “Since freshman year of high school. I started weight training and never gave up.” He breathed heavily. “It’s like I know you know a lot about working out but like I’ve been studying it for a long time. That’s why I’m so much bigger than you.”

For a second Mark didn’t know what to think. But it made since the guy was freaking jacked. He had obviously been doing it for a long time. But for some reason even Peter seemed confused by his muscles. He stared at them blankly and gave a few flexes. His arms were so big they obviously couldn’t fit in any sleeves. And his chest barreled out, pushing any shirt to its limit. While he always wore those stretchy work out pants because anything else would threaten to tear itself from his body showing off his massive thighs and glutes.

Mark may have been impressed but he wasn’t necessarily interested. “Dude, like I said, that’s not the kind of chest I like and there’s too much between the legs,” Mark joked again. “Way too much,” he pulled his arms wide to emphasize the joke.

“I know. I know,” Peter smiled. His separated his legs further apart. “But I think that’s just because you’ve not been around many guys much bigger than you. And I think if you give me a chance you’ll really like it.” That was true the guy was practically a giant. Mark was a big dude too though. Usually the biggest dude in the room. That is unless Peter was there.

“I don’t…”

“C’mon man,” Peter leaned forward in his chair. It creaked trying to hold his weight. “You think I don’t notice that you just happen to be in the showers when I’m there? Or how you’re working out at the same time I am? I’m not blind. I can see you watching me as I curl those heavy ass weights to get the full pump of my arm.” He lifted his arm up and flexed again. Mark tried to look away but still caught himself glancing.

“I mean it’s just because you’re so big. It’s not like that. I swear!” Mark was getting defensive. But he still couldn’t help but stare down that massive body in front of him. He didn’t realize just how much he had wanted Peter to talk to him. But he still was on the fence.

“Really? It’s not like that? I’m pretty sure it’s exactly what I’m implying,” Peter stood up. Mark forgot just how tall he was. He easily stood 6’4”. Mark was usually too distracted with his broad shoulders and thick waist to really pay attention to how tall he was. All he knew was that he had to tilt his head back to talk to him.

“No it’s not. I swear it’s not,” Mark adjusted his seat and pulled down at his pants. He didn’t want Peter to think he was some kind of creep.

“C’mon buddy. I know it is. You’ve had the hots for me since you first saw me. It’s okay,” Peter sat himself down next Mark. He wrapped his arm around the guy. Mark let out a soft moan feeling the bigger man’s arm around him. “Don’t feel bad. The other guys won’t make fun of you.”

“But how do you know?”

“Because if they even think about making fun of you, it’s because I’ve already fucked them silly. They’re just jealous I’m not with them. But the thing is I want to be with you,” Peter leaned into Mark’s ear. “Do you want to be with me?”

Mark moaned softly losing his breath. Slowly he nodded. His body leaned more of his weight onto Peter. Peter’s arm tightened pulling him in for a kiss. Mark was surprised how much he liked it. Normally he’d only do this kind of thing for girls. But this was Peter we’re talking about. The guy he’d been secretly crushing on for years. And Peter was actually interested in him? He’d been playing coy for so long ,afraid of what the other guys might think, and then Peter ends up asking him out. Saying he’d defend Mark.

The kiss finally broke. “Feels good.” Peter said. Mark nodded not sure what to say. He was still happy to be surrounded by the much bigger man. Sure he was used to being the big spoon but with someone like Peter he’d happily switch.

Mikey Meets Your Child

Request/Prompt:: It’s okay if not, but would you mind doing a fic (after the current one of course! I love it so far!) of Mikey’s gf of a few months inviting him over for the first time and introducing him to her toddler she hadn’t mentioned before?

No warnings. Just Mikey cuteness.

Glancing at the clock, you curled your lip between your teeth and began nibbling on it nervously. Today had been a day of major screw ups. You had gotten into an argument with your boss, which was totally his fault of course. You had forgotten your lunch at your flat which meant going out during rush hour traffic in the middle of Manhattan for food, in turn that put you late getting back to the office which ended up in your boss again treating you like shit.

After eight hours of that torture you just didn’t feel like doing anything but getting a nice long bath in your tub and curling up with your favite tot. However tonight you had a date with your boyfriend of three months, Mikey. You two had met through a high school friend, Casey Jones. Honestly, you were terrified when you met the turtles but once you got to know them, you didn’t see giant mutant turtles. You saw them as people, your friends. When Mikey shyly asked you out, well, asked you to join him for a moonlit pizza date, you couldn’t refuse. You had developed a little bit of a crush on the orange clad ninja.

Everything after that was history. You two instantly clicked and took off like wildfire. Normally after a hard day, you’d call Mikey or go visit him. He knew just what to do and say to get you smiling and giggling, but tonight….tonight You just weren’t up for it. You pulled out your phone and began typing away.

As You locked your phone, you tossed it to the table and instantly began to worry. He was coming, he was coming over and you had still not told him your biggest secret.

“Mama!” A small voice pulled you from your thoughts. You instantly smiled and glanced down at your three year old son, Joel. “Mama I colored you a picture!” He beamed holding up the sloppily done picture of a dog….a purple and blue dog to be precise.

You groaned and scooped up your boy, carefully taking the picture to examine it. “My little artist.” You chuckled, leaning in to nuzzle your nose against his cheek, gaining a loud giggle from him as his tiny hands tried to push you away. “Now where should we put this master piece?” You hummed in thought while glancing around your kitchen.

“The fridge, Mama! We always put stuffs there.” He pointed towards the fridge that was indeed covered in your child’s precious art work.

“Of course, how could I forget.” You chuckled walking over to refrigerator, using a small letter magnet to hang the picture next to the many, many others. You smiled and looked over the art. It was a funny turn of events that both the men in your life were both big into art. “Okay, Bud. Listen. Mama’s got a friend coming over tonight and I want you to meet him.”

Joel looked at you with a confused look and tilted his head. “He stay for supper?”

You nodded, sitting your boy carefully on the kitchen counter. “Yes, knowing him he’s gonna bring….” You paused for dramatic effect, almost busting out into laughter as you watched your son’s eyes grow to the size of plates while he waited for you to continue. “PIZZA!” You yelled in excitement.

“I LOVE PIZZA!” Joel screamed.

“I know! Mikey’s bringing pizza but I want you to know something. Mikey is different from other people. He’s funny, sweet and loves to play games of all kinds. You’re gonna love him but he doesn’t look like us.” You tried to explain. You knew this would be a shock for Mikey but you didn’t want your son to run scared of him. One that would be awful for your poor son, but you knew Mikey was very sensitive about people thinking he was a “monster”.

“What he look like?” Picking at his pants, Joel studied your face with great interest.

“Well,” You paused, rubbing the back of your neck, “he looks like a giant turtle.”

Joel gasped loudly that took you by surprise. “He’s green?! Turtles are my favorite, turtles, lions, donkeys, fishes…but I like turtles the mostest.”

With wide eyes, you glanced down at your boy with a shocked expression. This was not the reaction you had expected. A part of you wondered if he just didn’t grasp exactly what you were trying to tell him. You opened your mouth to speak but we’re cut off by a light tapping on your window. Your stomach instantly began doing flips. This was it. “He’s here. I want you to wait in here until I come get you okay?”

“I hide?” Joel asked excitedly as you places him gently on the floor.

“ Yes, you hide until I come back.” You chuckled kissing his cheek before turning and rushing into the living room. This was it. Mikey would either be pissed at you for keeping your child a secret for so long, or he’d freak out saying this was too much and he didn’t want to deal with a kid now since he was only in his early twenties, or he’d be completely thrilled and want to bond with your kid. Those were the scenarios that were running through your mind as you opened up the window to let Mikey inside.

Mikey climbed in through the window and as you expected, he had a large pizza box in his grasp and a backpack slung over his shoulders. “ Hey, babydoll.” He smiled, leaning in to peck your lips lightly. “I brought comfort food and in this bag of goodness, are many movies and candies that brighten anyone’s day.” You smiled and watched as Mikey started to make his way towards the kitchen to lay down the delicious smelling pie.

“Wait!” You screeched, reaching out to grab his bicep before he could move another inch.

Turning his attention to you, Mikey frowned, flopping the pizza box down on the coffee table. “What’s wrong, babe?” His voice was laced with concern having never heard you yell like that before. His large green hands took hold of your waist and pulled you closer to him, a natural reflex of his.

“There’s something I need to tell you.” You spoke with a shaky breath, your fingers moving to trail up his plastron. “I haven’t been one hundred and ten percent honest with you about why I can’t let you stay the night or why I can’t stay the night at your place.”

You watched as Mikey’s face hardened, his mind automatically coming to the worst case scenario, another man! “You cheating on me, Y/N?” He asked, slowly peeling himself away from you. “Can’t say I’m surprised. Just look at me.” His defense went into immediate start up mode.

“What?” You nearly gasped. “No! God no, baby.” You were quick to cut him off by cupping his face in your hands, kissing his snout lightly. “I’d never cheat on you, but there is another man who lives here with me and he’s here now.”

Mikey tensed up slightly. “Then I should go…” He muttered slowly peeling himself away from you.

“No, Mikey, this is different. I really want you to meet him. Just, don’t freakout or he’ll freakout and then I will too.”

“I dunno, Y/N.” You could hear the nervousness in Mikey’s voice as he began to fidget with his hands. You stole another kiss and begged him to trust you. It took a few more moments and kisses of persuasion before the young turtle finally gave in and sat down nervously on the couch.

You ran into the kitchen to find your son hiding under the table. “Joel,” You smiled holding out your hand. Your boy scrambled to his feet and placed his tiny hand in yours. “Remember the turtle thing?” You asked to remind him not to freak out. Joel nodded silently and with his free hand he gripped onto your pants nervously.

Slowly and cautiously, you walked Joel into the living room, glancing up at Mikey who’s jaw went slack when he saw the tiny person walk out with you, clinging to your legs. “Joel, this is Mikey, mama’s friend.” You spoke in a chipper voice as your son peeked out nervously towards the giant turtle sitting on the couch. “Mikey, this is Joel. My son.” Your eyes went between Joel and Mikey, Joel to see if he was frightened and Mikey to see if he showed any signs of anger.

“H-Hey, little dude,” Mikey started after gulping, “I, uh, I brought pizza. Do you like pizza?” Scrambling, Mikey picked back up the box and opened it up for the kid to see the steaming pepperoni and cheese pizza.

You nudged Joel to get a reaction from him, shocking you, he dropped your hand and slowly walked over to Mikey. Once he got within arms reach of the pizza, you laughed as he slowly took a slice, not once letting his eyes fall off Mikey. “Yous a turtle?” He asked softly before taking a nibble of his pizza.

Mikey smiled, clearly relieved that your kid didn’t scream and cry. “Yeah, little dude. I’m a real turtle. Got three bros too.”

Joel smiled and climbed up on the couch next to Mikey. “They turtles? I like turtles. I like pizza too!”

“You’re my kinda man, kiddo!” Mikey laughed as you walked over to sit down next to Joel, kissing the top of his head. “I love being a turtle and pizza is the best thing in the world! Ya know, if you like turtles so much I could give you one of your own. He’s big and his name is Raph–”

“Mikey!” You playfully scolded, reaching over to pop him on the arm.

Joel giggled as Mikey laughed and rubbed his arm. “Sorry, babe. Can’t blame me for trying.”

After that, your crappy day had morphed into the best night of your life. Mikey and Joel became the best of friends and watched cartoons together while coloring, all laid out on your living room floor. Mikey had stolen a kiss while Joel ran to his room to fetch more coloring books. “You must like me a lot to introduce me to your kid.” He beamed as he nuzzled your neck.

“I do, Mikey. I trust you enough to let you near the most precious thing in my life.” You blushed, hugging him close to your body.

“I love ya, Baby doll. I promise I’m gonna protect both you.”

Once Joel returned you watched the two bond for what felt like hours before hopping up. “Who wants some ice cream?” You asked, picking up the now empty pizza box. You giggled as both Mikey and Joel raised their hands and hollered excitedly.

While in the kitchen, while you were busy putting together three ice cream Sundays, you listened in on Mikey and Joel talking and laughing. You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face until you heard it…..the thing no mother ever wants to hear being told to their toddler.

“Now these, little dude, are called Nunchucks..”

Your eyes went wide and you bolted right back into to the living room, “MIKEY!”

Push and Pull| Four

Originally posted by imjaebumisdaddyasfuck

[song inspiration: Sia - Elastic Heart]

|Chapter One| |Chapter Two| |Chapter Three| |Chapter Four| |Chapter Five|

pairing: Jimin x oc x Jaebum
genre: angst, slight fluff
word count: 2.2k
a/n: Isolde spent three years with Jimin after meeting him by chance in a dance studio. He was perfect and he loved her, she thought he was the one she’d spend the rest of her life with. That all crumbles when he decides he wants to please his parents and leave her so he can be with someone like him. Isolde is plummeted into turmoil and leaves her job as a choreographer to move back home to the states. A mutual friend named Im Jaebum reaches out to console her, lift her back up from her fragile state. It’s a push and pull tug between what she thought she had and what she could have.

“I’m sorry Jackson couldn’t be here to take you to the airport like he said he would, something last minute came up and he had to go. He wanted to bring you, he really did. He felt awful.” Jaebum apologized to me from the drivers seat, his eyes locked on the road as he white knuckled the steering wheel. 

“Jaebum,“ my hand reached out to gently touch his forearm, he glanced over at me as he chewed on his cheek. “it’s okay. I know Jackson is busy and his career is much more important than helping me run away from my problems. I’m perfectly content with you taking me.” he visibly relaxed at my words, his back slouching down comfortably, a slight smile pulling at his lips. 

“Don’t ever think our careers are more important than our friendship with you, Is. You’re important to us, which is why I’m here and ignoring my manger’s calls.” my head spun to look at him in shock, mouth open in astonishment. 

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I wanted to draw something for one of the most amazing Youtubers. I tried to include bigger lets play characters that had an impact in Jack’s life. It was interesting drawing all these characters, because they are all so different but inspiring :)

On the side note, can’t draw dragons so I have failed Spyro D: I think Trico may be a bit smaller but it was hard to keep the picture decent size with his actual size. I drew Flowey instead of any of the other Undertale characters because he was the most memorable voice acted that Jack did (not saying his other sucked it was the one people often thought of when they thought of a voice of Flowey) I also added a few non lets play characters/item. Like Sam of course, Spiderloaf, @pixlpit and I drew @wiishu as a cactus for two reasons, 1) she loves cactus and come one what’s not to love about cute little cactus?(or Wiishu for that matter) and 2) because I wanted to resent her in the drawing without leading away from the main focus (because we all know she would outshine everyone lol <3) I also put and extra special item in there ;)

Message for Jack down below (if he sees this):

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I really like the new orange doggo Pokemon. 

This was something that I did on my free time between work, depressive moods and job searching. I tried on the scans but it didn’t take out well. So I used my phone camera. (I need a new phone). 

I know in the anime, they drew Ash’s Lycanroc in the size of a dog. But for me…it’s a freaking WOLF DOG. A WOLF. And have you seen the size of a wolf? They’re huge! …and probably really heavy… Even though the drawings doesn’t show the size difference that well…but I did my best! 

… I really need to finish off those two requests. 


A/n: thank you, my wonderful followers, for sticking with me in recent weeks. I’ve been having a difficult time in my real life, but that’s not my story to tell. This one is. I actually wrote a Dean x reader. I hope you like it.

Word count: 2.5k

Summary: Reader meets Dean at an early age and never forgets him.

Warnings: some angst, Patsy Cline, drunk me writing


My senior year in high school I drove a 1997 Dodge Ram extended cab pickup truck. V8 engine. Towed my four horse trailer, fully loaded, no problem. Had a horse that liked to chew the forest green paint offa the tailgate. Big bald spot there. I painted over it with nail polish that was kinda almost the same color.

The extended cab part meant that you could fit three up front and approximately two hundred and ninety seven in the back. Which my friends all took advantage of when we went drag racing on the strip. Now, if you know about cars and drag racing, you might say, ‘Well, that’s silly. Everybody knows you can’t drag race a truck. It’s too light in the back end. It’ll just spin out if you hit the accelerator.’ And I would say you’re damn straight. Which is why my grandpa took me up to the quarry one day and we picked out a nice half-ton chunk of limestone and chunked it in the bed. Worked like a dream.

And that’s how I pissed off the best looking man I ever saw.

Damn, if I wasn’t a little spit fire back in my day. Too hot for most of the dudes in my one-red-light town to handle. Didn’t really have much time for that shit anyways. The only one who had ever really caught my eye had four hooves and a tail. And then I met Dean Fucking Winchester.

There was probably just a dozen or so of us tailgating in the parking lot of the Tractor Supply. As kids in a small town with nothing going on tend to do on a Friday night. The kids from Livingston usually showed up around nine and we’d race from the light at Kroger’s down to the turn-around at the 7-11. That fucking Impala showed up before they did, though, and when the driver got out, I knew I was in trouble.

He got out of the car, hinges squealing, and walked up to us, all bow legs and white teeth. Started asking the guys questions, but I wasn’t paying attention to anything but his biceps stretching out his grey henley. With all the stupidity of youth and the bravado of a person who had never experienced rejection, I challenged him to a race. If he won, I’d answer his questions. If I won, I got to ride in that sweet car. He eyed my truck and laughed. Told me he didn’t have to beat me to take me for a ride. I didn’t have enough experience with men back then to catch the innuendo. Or to run like hell, as I should’ve. So. It was on.

I had him the minute the light turned green. He was expecting me to peel out and waste a few seconds, but he didn’t know about my grandpa’s secret weapon. I hit the gas and my Dodge leapt over the line and hauled ass. Don’t get me wrong, he put up a good fight. Almost passed me at the crest of the hill in front of The Boot Factory. It was knowledge that gave me the edge because the police cruiser parked there in the lot was empty. I knew that Sheriff Cravens and his sidekick, Officer Roy were down at the Waffle House this time of the night. Drinking coffee and flirting with the waitresses, no doubt.

Anyways, he hesitated and I didn’t. Beat him by a good three lengths. He was hopping mad when we got to the 7-11. All the kids who were waiting there were whoopin’ and hollerin’ for the home team. Back then I didn’t understand about hurting a man’s pride. Didn’t learn that lesson until later in life. And Dean’s not the one who taught me.

Nope, he was a perfect gentleman. Congratulated me. Asked what the fuck was under the hood. That’s when I laughed and flopped down the nail-polish-covered tailgate. ‘My secret weapon,’ I said. He took it in stride and laughed. Even signed the damn thing with a sharpie I had in the cab. I tried to get all the folks I beat to sign it. I don’t know, it was a thing. He drew a little impala next to his name. The animal, not the car, and gave me a dangerous wink. Reckoned he owed me a ride, after all.

He held the door open for me and I got in. Asked me, ‘Where to?’ My mind had totally spazzed at this point. Where the fuck could we go in this town? So, I thought Bee Rock. A beautiful place for a beautiful man. About 2,000 feet above sea level, it was once called The Little Grand Canyon. I figured it was pretty much the best we had to offer. So we drove up the winding mountain road as far as we could and then got out and hiked the remaining half mile.

We made small talk and he told me that he and his dad were in town on business. I didn’t ask what business. I didn’t care. Eighteen-year-old me was captivated by the easy way he moved, the way he stopped and held out his hand for me when there was a rock to scramble down. The way he just felt good to be with. Safe.

When the overlook finally came into view, he stopped. Was quiet for a while. We sat down on an outcropping, shoulder to shoulder, and stared over the canopy of fog-laced silver leaves far below us to the moon-crest over the mountains on the other side of the valley. There was a simple peace between us.

The quiet of the mountain seemed to take him to an unguarded place in his mind. He started telling me about his life. About his brother, who he had raised and who had left him. About his mother who he had lost early in his life and, finally, about his father who he obeyed.

I listened, quietly. Put my arm around his shoulders when I felt the confession becoming difficult for him. Teared up when he did. Even in my naive-kid bones, I knew that he needed this. Sometimes the mountains and the forest and the rocks and ancient trees give you what you need if you open yourself up to it. And I gave him something too. I gave that man my heart.

That night was my first time. Don’t know if he knew that or not. Probably not. Doesn’t matter anyway, I guess. I’ve never regretted it for a second. It was sweet and gentle and soul crushing in a way that it’s never been for me again. Something important happened that night. I don’t know how or why, in a universe as vast as ours, why such an insignificant thing should be important. But it was. Felt like all the gods and goddesses and moon and stars were smiling down on us in that instant. Like we were both whole.

Somebody told me they saw that big black shiny car leave town the next day. I never saw Dean Winchester again. He left a hole in me the size of the Sequatchie Valley. I didn’t know how to get over it, still don’t, really, but my solution, at the time, was to marry a local boy. Maybe once we got married I could fill that hole, ya know? He was so nice to me when we met. Loved my critters and I thought he loved me. He changed after we got married. Was sometimes cruel and made me into something different than I was that night with Dean. Something less. We had two kids and I tried to protect them from him as best I could. Left him and took the kids when I realized I couldn’t. Raised them to be an asset to this world. They’re both grown and happy now. Left their old mama to go out into the world and make it a better place. I’m so proud of them both.

Problem is, I’m not really sure what to do with myself these days. I still have my old four-hooved-paint-eater. We’re both a little slower than we used to be. Still enjoy the peace the mountains bring, though.

A couple months ago I was driving past ol’ Jerry’s salvage yard up in Monterey. Saw a familiar patch of missing green paint. Yep, you guessed it, my old Dodge. Just sitting there up on blocks. I parked and hollered at Jerry, told him I wanted her and how much was he askin’. Said he bought her for scrap. Had a big fucking rock in the back that nobody could get out. I walked out into the scrap yard, through the broken hulks that people had loved and then discarded. I pulled myself up into the bed of my old truck and, sure enough, there was that fucking piece of limestone that my long-passed grandpa had put there. And along with the faded signatures of my competitors was the image of an impala and the name of the one man that I would never forget. ‘What do you want for her, Jerry?’

So, I’ve spent the last couple months fixing her up. New goddamn everything. Except the half-eaten paint and the limestone, of course. I don’t know why, but it felt like just seeing his name, written in his own hand, gave me back some piece of myself. Who I used to be. Today is her maiden voyage. Kinda feels like we’re both starting a new, better chapter of our lives. So I went to the one place that I can still feel his presence. Bee Rock. It’s not night this time. Won’t even let you come up here at night anymore. Built some fancy bed and breakfast. It’s private property now. It doesn’t change the mountains, though. Still peaceful and beautiful and I allow my mind to wander back to that night in a way that I don’t often let it do. I let myself feel it all again, the perfect wholeness. It hurts and feels amazing all at the same time. The sun starts to set and something tells me that it’s time to leave, so I hike back to my truck.

On the way down the mountain I stop at a little roadside bar that wasn’t here when I was young. It’s a little dingy and there’s a few more Harleys parked out front than a place I would usually frequent but, holy fuck, I need a drink. It’s smoky and dark and perfect inside. I sit down on a bar stool and order a beer.

I wasn’t intending to get day drunk, but I’ve been lost in thought and by the time I’m on my third I’m feeling pretty buzzed, but ok, ya know? At peace with the world and how things turned out. Sort of in denial, if I’m honest. And that’s when some fuck head reject puts Patsy Cline on the goddamn juke box.

‘Crazy… I’m crazy for feeling so lonely
I’m crazy… crazy for feeling so blue
I knew… you’d love me as long as you wanted
And then someday, you’d leave me for somebody new
Worry… why do I let myself worry?
Wondering… what in the world did I do?
I’m crazy…for thinking that my love could hold you
And I’m crazy for trying, and crazy for crying
And I’m crazy for loving you’

You ever notice that when she sings that song she almost sounds like she is fucking crying? What sadistic bastard plays this shit in the middle of the day? Anyways, I’ll admit to crying in my beer. And then chugging the rest of it. Who the fuck cries over a goddamn one night stand nearly twenty five years after the fact? Maybe I’m starting menopause. I gotta get out of this bar, dude.

And then…

“Can I buy you another….”

That voice. It’s etched into my soul like the runes on the Rosetta Stone. It brings back memories of mist and trees and mountains and youth. This can’t be real.

I look up from my beer and there he fucking is. After all this time. Just bow legs and plaid and eye crinkles and something desperate in his expression that I can’t name, but that I know so well, ‘cause it’s in me too. And goddamn Patsy Cline crying in the background. All of the pieces of me that couldn’t ever find homes click into place.

“I’ve been looking for you. Saw the Dodge outside.”

And he’s smiling the way that I must be smiling. Tears and happiness and wholeness. I throw my arms around him the same time he puts his around me. We’re both home.

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