sway bars

The Bet - Logan Howlett x Reader

<b>AN: This was a request for a good, sinful friend, who waited ever so patiently for me to build muse (by watching all of the X-Men films without any pants on), and for that I am so grateful! My apologies for its inherent shite-ness, and I do hope you enjoy. It’s not set at any particular point during the cannon story line, so feel free to plop yourself at whatever point you like! Part 2 will be up as soon as I’m done dousing myself in holy water.</b>

<b>Trigger warnings: Swearing, alcohol, mentions of sexy-time, talk of dong, mention of orgasmos, talk of viagra, talk of domination, mentions of rough sex, mentions of gambling.</b>

There is no doubt; extremely stressful days at the office call for equally extreme sessions at the bar.
“What’s the cheapest drink I can get with the highest alcohol content?“ You ask flatly too exhausted to register even the slightest bit of embarrassment as the man next to you guffaws into his own glass upon overhearing your request. Ignoring him, you instead focus on the server’s bemused expression, maintaining your stone-cold facade.
"One shot of tequila coming up.” He mutters, his fascination with you evident in his searching gaze. You don’t blame him. Relatively young and formally dressed, you’re far different from his usual clientele, which seem to all be older, dark, brooding hobo types.

"Make it two.“ You shoot back as you shrug off your jacket, trying to maintain your calm, casual demeanor as the oppressiveness of the grimy dive bar hits you for the first time. You take a quick look around as you settle onto your bar-stool, your legs dangling above the floor, a telltale sign that you’re barely old enough to be there. The place is almost pitch black, the air is thick with smoke. You still manage to make out the silhouettes of numerous hunched figures, and most clear to you is the man beside you, illuminated by a dim lamp above his head.

Your attention is drawn back to the bar as your drinks are poured hastily before you. You wrinkle your nose as the putrid smell of tequila hits your nostrils, but still you manage to slide a ten dollar bill across the counter gratefully. Beginning your pre-shot ritual of deep breaths and erratic hand movements, you brace yourself for the wonderfully toxic experience to come. You grasp one glass firmly in your fist, your eyes wide in anticipation, and you swear that you can feel your liver quiver in fear as yo-

"I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” You stop, turning to the source of the interruption. The man beside you. Taking a drag from his cigar, he continues.

"Not two at once. You’re tiny. I don’t wanna have you pukin’ all over me.“
Despite your annoyance at his patronising sentiments, you find yourself melting into a puddle in your seat. It’s only now that you’ve noticed his eyes, his sculpted jawline subtly masked by a dark, unusually trimmed beard. Not only is he ridiculously ruggedly handsome, but he’s older too, something that piques your interest far more than you’d like to admit.

Needless to say, you’re at a loss for words and instead you do what any sane girl would do in order to remain composed in such a situation. You quickly down both shots, forgetting the lemon and salt completely, before slamming the empty glasses triumphantly on the counter. You hear a sharp intake of breath beside you.

"I’ll get the mop.” mutters this mysterious brooding lumberjack, as he takes a swig from his own drink.

"I promise you, that won’t be necessary.” you manage to retort as you feel the alcohol hit your system with a satisfying shudder.
"f it comes to that, I’ll aim for that asshole who tried to smack my ass when I walked in.“ He smiles at this, and you congratulate yourself- he doesn’t strike you as the kind who does this often.
"Young female ass is quite the novelty in here, that was probably the most action the old fuck has had in 20 years.” You laugh out loud at this, throwing your head back and swaying dangerously on your bar-stool, consciously allowing your skirt to ride up your thighs ever so slightly.
"And this conversation is what - the most action you’ve had in about 5?“ You reply with a smirk, your gaze falling to his hands, one clutching his glass, the other, his cigar. Fuck, even his hands are attractive. Thick and coarse looking, you begin to imagine how they feel ghosting over bare skin…
"Mhmm, you got it bub, I’m semi hard just talking to you.” He grins back at you, his voice heavy with sarcasm. You notice his gaze shamelessly wandering down your body, pausing ever so slightly over your thighs. You watch him study you and smile to yourself. This was not the kind of situation you had expected walking in here, but you were more than happy with how this was going.

"Hard from small talk, eh?” You raise your eyebrows. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Just be thankful you’re not on Viagra.”
He chuckles darkly and meets your eyes for the first time.
“Fuck, you’re cruel.” he mumbles, searching your gaze. You laugh softly and lean close enough to him to whisper.
“So how long do you last eh? 30-40 seconds?”
“On the contrary sweetheart, I reckon you wouldn’t last half as long as I would. Not with me.” He takes another swig.
“Can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard that.” you sigh, fiddling with one of your empty shot glasses.
“Can’t tell you how many times I’ve dealt with brats like you, bub.” he grunts.
“Look, I’m just sayin’, 3 minutes of grunting in the dark and disappointment may be your cup of tea, but it certainly ain’t mine, bub.” You attempt an imitation of his accent on the last word, but it fails to impress. Despite you broaching the topic in good humour, you can tell that you are genuinely pissing him off, his eyes are dark and his jaw clenched - and fuck, do you like the look of him when he’s angry. You let out a small giggle, as you continued to stare each other down.
"You’re so sure of yourself! What your secret, giving yourself whiskey-dick with that drink?“ you ask, batting your lashes at him, a part of you genuinely curious. He stubs out his cigar in a nearby ashtray and leans further towards you, his body looming over yours threateningly.
“Your kind are all the same, all bark and no bite.” The competitive edge to his voice stirs something in you, and you ghost your lips across his jawline.
His voice is a grunt now, frustration edging into his face and voice slowly but surely. He seems to be used to getting his way, and you’re sure as hell not going to give it to him.
“A bet then.” You decide, straightening up. “10 bucks says I can make you cum before I do.”
“I’m not interested in money.” He’s growling now, and his eyes still haven’t left yours. “You cum first, and I get to do as I please, for as long as I please.”
You feel yourself shudder, and a small part of you wonders if you’re way in over your head. Still, you are confident ; you have biology on your side.And worst comes to the worst, you get a good fucking… everybody wins! Still, you can’t help but feel somewhat terrified.
“Fine.” you manage. “And if I win?”
“That won’t happen sweetheart, I can assure you.” he smiles again, and this time it’s full of menace.
You pause, taking in a shaky breath.
“Alright, its a bet.” you chirp, feigning confidence, holding out your hand for a shake.
“Its a bet.” He snarls, grabbing your hand and pulling you in for a rough kiss on the cheek.

For Ms. Gotham’s We Live For Love (bc we honestly want more of it):

“Pat and Neil met exactly the same way as Jamie and Claire did - and ended up touring the world together, marrying in 1982 and raising two daughters”

Wee Frasers on tour perhaps, with their parents?

We Live For Love 

“Can you help me with the countdown?”

Five-year-old Faith Fraser – a spitting image of her mother, from her tight brown curls to her purple leotard, bright blue tights, and mini red Converse high-tops – almost bounced with excitement.

“One – two – three – four!” she exclaimed.

Jamie – perched on a stool right beside Claire in the dressing room – strummed the opening chords. Claire held a sleepy two-year-old Brianna close, gently swaying, counting the bars until she came in:

Many times I tried to tell you // Many times I cried alone…

It had been a lot harder than they had expected – returning to touring after almost six years away. From the moment Claire’s belly had started to show with Faith, they had stayed in the studio, focusing on Jamie’s songwriting and giving Claire the space she needed to focus on being a mom.

For they had secretly lost two other babies – which Jamie was convinced was due to their grueling schedule. So with this one, with Faith – everything had changed. Not that Jamie or Claire minded – four years on the road was a long time to be away from home. And even though they had their sanctuary in each other, had toured the world and had so many amazing experiences together – it was time for a break.

Always I’m surprised how well you cut my feelings to the bone…

The record label hadn’t been happy, of course. The suits had had a hard enough time knowing that Claire – their female star, who they (unsuccessfully) tried time and time again to market as a wanton sexpot – was (very happily) married, and once she and Jamie told them of the pregnancy they were afraid of losing all the respect they’d worked so hard to gain.

But they had held firm – and Jamie had gripped her hand, a strong, silent support during that terrible meeting where all parties decided to take a break from each other.

Except the Frasers, of course.

Fortunately Jamie had already built their home studio – so that is where they worked.

Don’t want to leave you really // I’ve invested too much time to give you up that easy…

Faith had arrived a month early – surprising everyone. If Claire relished her role as a mother, then Jamie absolutely delighted in his role as a father, bringing Faith with him into the studio, watching her sleep safely snuggled in her basket as he recorded song after song that he had written for her.

Between Jamie and Claire and their small circle of trusted friends – Ian Murray, Jamie’s ex-roommate and their drummer; Murtagh FitzGibbons, the club owner who had introduced them; Fergus St. Germain, a French-Canadian bassist Jamie had met one night in Montreal and who quickly became one of their closest confidants; and Marsali MacKimmie, Fergus’ bubbly American wife who also happened to be very talented on the autoharp – their lives were full. And they recorded and recorded and recorded, away from the judgment and prying eyes of record executives.

And when Brianna had arrived three years later, they had even contemplated retiring from touring altogether.

To the doubts that complicate your mind…

But then one night, Jamie invited someone over to the house for dinner. Joe Abernathy – the A&R guy at Chrysalis who had helped them so much with “Outlander,” the album that put them on the map and sold over fifteen million copies around the world.

Joe had parted ways with Chrysalis right after “Outlander”’s release – creative differences, naturally. And now he was starting up his own label – and he was looking for big talent.

He didn’t make his offer until Jamie had gone upstairs to put the girls to bed. But he was very blunt.

“You’re a star, Claire. Your records are still selling, even though you haven’t put anything out in five years. People love you.”

Claire sipped her whisky soda, pursing her lips. Thinking.

“But I’d have to tour. And I can’t leave the girls, Joe. *We* can’t leave them.”

“You won’t have to, Claire.” Joe settled back in his chair, admiring the bright night spring sky. “You’ll do it all on your terms. I’ll let you do whatever you want – however many dates you’re up to. You’re in the driver’s seat.”

She settled back in her chair, watching the light go out in the girls’ room. “You’d do that?”

“I would.”

Claire waited for Jamie to come back outside and take his seat right beside her.

“Joe wants me to sign with him,” she said softly, turning to face her husband – her muse – her rock. “He says we can tour, with the girls. On our terms.”

“As long as you have something I can sell,” Joe interjected. “Rumor has it you’ve never stopped writing or recording. Play something for me, and you have a deal.”

Jamie smirked. Claire knew – relished – that look. For he – and she – knew they would have a deal. A very, very good deal.

“Let’s go to the studio, Joe. I may have a thing or two to share.”

That night, Jamie played Joe a demo of the song that would become Claire Fraser’s comeback straight-to-number-one hit. The song they used to close out all their shows on this tour. The song he had written for his wife and daughters. The song she had started – and for which his rough voice now joined in:

We belong to the light, we belong to the thunder

We belong to the sound of the words we’ve both fallen under

Whatever we deny or embrace, for worse or for better

Brianna slept against Claire’s shoulder. Faith clapped her hands and swayed, so delighted that not only did her costume match Mommy’s tonight, but that Marsali – who along with Fergus, was a mainstay of their touring crew – had helped paint her nails with sparkles, to show that she was a star.

Claire continued her warm-up for the concert, heart bursting.

Jamie looked at her with hearts in his eyes – and switched to harmony as the chorus ended –

We belong – we belong – we belong together…


Pat Benatar - We Belong

Pat Benatar and Neil Giraldo - We Belong (live, 2014)

Shape Of You (E.D)

Summary: This is based off the song Shape of You by Ed Sheeran. Ethan meets a girl at a bar. Does Ethan start to fall for her?

Word Count:1,967

Warnings: Sexual mentions. (brief)

A/N: Ethan is older in this, like 22/23. I know they said they wouldn’t drink, but lets just pretend they do for the time being. 

Originally posted by achromatic-soul

Ethan’s POV

The club isn’t the best place to find a lover
So the bar is where I go
Me and my friends at the table doing shots
Drinking fast and then we talk slow

“Peace!” Grayson and I shouted at our camera.

“Finally! I feel like we’ve been filming forever!” Grayson said, walking over to turn the camera off.

“At least we got the filming out the way. Now all we gotta do is edit, and have it up on Tuesday.” I said, packing up the filming equipment.

“Lets edit tomorrow. Aaron and Jack wanted to go get some drinks tonight.” Grayson said, as we were putting everything away in our camera room.

Grayson and I finally finished filming all our videos for next week. Tonight we decided to go have a few drinks with our friends Aaron, and Jack.

* * * *

We were at the bar, drinking and talking, as we waited for another round of shots. I couldn’t help but notice a beautiful girl sitting across the bar. She was sitting with a group of girls who I assumed were her friends. She had on some kind of white shirt that exposed her shoulders, showing off her lightly tan skin. Her hair was pushed back into a low ponytail, giving me a clear view of her face. Her gaze met mine, and her stained red lips formed into a smile.

“Yo E, what are you staring at?” Grayson asked, causing the guys to stop talking, and glancing in the same direction as me.

“Dude she’s hot!” Aaron said, before drinking his beer.

“Go talk to her dude!” Jack said, pushing me off my seat slightly.

“Uh I think she’s coming over here E.” Grayson said. 

And you come over and start up a conversation with just me
And trust me I’ll give it a chance now
Take my hand, stop, put Van the Man on the jukebox
And then we start to dance, and now I’m singing like

She was walking over to our end of the bar with her drink in hand. She had on some tight olive colored jeans, showing off the curves of her hips. She looked tall, but that could’ve been from the heels she was wearing.

She placed the drink down on the counter, and took the empty seat next to mine. 

“Hey, I’m Y/N.” she said, reaching out her hand to shake mine. 

“I’m Ethan. Um n-nice to meet you.” I replied nervously, grabbing her hand in mine to shake it. I noticed her well groomed nails, were polish a soft pink color.

* * * *

I introduced her to the guys. After a while they left, and so did her friends, leaving just me and Y/N. I told her about myself, and about YouTube. She thought it was pretty cool, and promise that she’ll watch some of our videos. We spent over an hour talking getting to know each other a little bit, while we enjoyed a few more drinks.

She was sitting in the bar stool, swaying back and forth to the music playing on the juke box. 

“Want to dance?” I asked, holding out my hand.

“Sure.” she smiled, taking my hand and we walked over to the dance floor.

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Girl, you know I want your love
Your love was handmade for somebody like me
Come on now, follow my lead
I may be crazy, don’t mind me
Say, boy, let’s not talk too much
Grab on my waist and put that body on me
Come on now, follow my lead
Come, come on now, follow my lead

Her hands were placed on each of my shoulder, while my hands were at the small of her back as we swayed to the rhythm of the music. Her eyes were locked on the ground, I couldn’t tell if it was because she was nervous or is she was scared that I was going to step on all of her toes. Even with heels on she was still short than me. Her forehead only measured up to my chin. Chuckling at the thought of how much shorter she’ll be without the heels on. I guess she heard me, which caused her eyes to dart up at me. 

“What?” she asked, eyes meeting mine.

“Nothing, you’re just pretty short.” I said, flashing her a smile, making her playfully roll her eyes at me.

We continued to talk while we were dancing. Somewhere in the mist of our conversation, I couldn’t help but her lost into her soulful eyes. They had a sparkle to them, that captivated me. She was truly so beautiful. I guess she noticed I had stop paying attention, so she grabbed both of my hands that were resting on her back, catching me off guard. She moved them down to her waist, hooking her arms around the back of my neck. Pulling me closer. Our bodies were so close that it sent electric shocks through me as we swayed slowly on the dance floor to the music.

I’m in love with the shape of you
We push and pull like a magnet do
Although my heart is falling too
I’m in love with your body

We continued to move slowly to the music. My hands still on her waist. Wishing that they could be all over her right now. I wanted to run my hands over every line, every curve on her body. Memorizing her body. I wanted to taste her pink lips, and feel her wavy hair between my fingers. I wanted to love every inch of her.

Originally posted by pleasingpics

And last night you were in my room
And now my bedsheets smell like you
Every day discovering something brand new
I’m in love with your body

I opened my eyes to see Grayson with his phone in my face. I smacked it away, annoyed at how he always loves to wake me up.

“Woah! Did you guys have sex last night?” he asked. He raised his eyebrows, picking up a condom wrapper off the floor.

“Are you cheating on me Ethan?” Grayson said in his girl voice, fake crying into his hands. 

“Dude get the fuck out!” I yelled, throwing a pillow at him, as he was running out the bedroom.

I turned over to the other side of the bed, and the scent of Chanel perfume filled my nose. Moments from last night flashed back into my head.

* Flashback *

… picking up my pace, I started thrusting harder. Faster. Loud moans escaping her lips every time the thick length of my dick, brushed up against her clit with every thrust. I kissed her hard, feeling myself reaching that point. I gave her one more deep thrust, my groans vibrating through her body, as I released into the condom. I rolled off of her and onto my side, resting my hand on top of her waist pulling her towards me. Falling asleep with my long arm draped around her.

* End Of Flashback *

One week in we let the story begin
We’re going out on our first date
You and me are thrifty, so go all you can eat
Fill up your bag and I fill up a plate
We talk for hours and hours about the sweet and the sour
And how your family is doing okay
Leave and get in a taxi, then kiss in the backseat
Tell the driver make the radio play, and I’m singing like

I met Y/N a little over a week ago at the bar, and almost instantly we had a connection. Maybe that sounds a little cliche, but I like her, and I’m pretty sure she likes me too. We’ve been texting none stop since she left my house early that morning after the bar. She wasn’t like these other girls, she was different. She didn’t care about me being a well known YouTuber. She didn’t treat me like I was “famous”. She treated me like any other normal, average guy. I decided it was time for an actual date. I mean aside from that night, we haven’t been able to hang out or see each other because of both our busy schedules. Her with college and work, and me with filming. I finally had some time off this week, so I decided to call her up, and maybe set up a little something.

* * * *

I decided to take Y/N on a hike, and I would have a nice picnic set up for us under the beautiful LA night sky. I wanted us to be somewhere were we could be by ourselves and really get to enjoy each others company. Talk, and get to know one another a little bit better. 

She told me more about her life, as did I. We talked about her family, about good things, and even the bad things that happened in our lives. We were so comfortable with each other, and there was no doubt that the connection we had was strong. We lost track of time, and by the time I checked my watch it was already a little past midnight. I didn’t want the date to end, but I knew it was time, we both headed home. 

I made sure I had an Uber waiting for us, that way we didn’t have to walk back home. Within a few minutes, the Uber pulled up. I opened the door for Y/N, and she got in sliding towards the window with me getting in right after her. 

I wrapped my left arm around her shoulder, gently pulling her body towards mine. Letting her body fall a little on mine, so she can rest her hand comfortably on my shoulder. 

“Thank you for an amazing date Ethan.” she spoke. Her voice was low, but I was able to make out what she was saying.

“Hopefully we can do this again soon.” I said, looking at down at her with a cocked up eyebrow. This was my way of asking her on another date. 

“I’d love to.” she replied, tilting her head up, and her eyes meeting mine. Impulsively, I leaned down and kissed her. Immediately her hands found the sides of my cheeks, and she kissed me back. My hand found its way to the small of her back, pushing her closer towards me. Without breaking the kiss, she threw one leg over me, and straddle me in the back of the Uber. My other hand rested on the back of her neck. Our kisses became deeper, and more intense. I heard the driver turn up the radio, I’m guessing to block us out, but I didn’t care. 

Our kiss was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. We pulled away to see that we were in front of Y/N’s apartment complex. I was about to tell her goodbye, but without saying a word, she grabbed my hand pulling me out the backseat of the Uber. Walking me up the stairs to her apartment.

Originally posted by pleasingpics

Girl, you know I want your love
Your love was handmade for somebody like me
Come on now, follow my lead
I may be crazy, don’t mind me
Say, boy, let’s not talk too much
Grab on my waist and put that body on me
Come on now, follow my lead
Come, come on now, follow my lead

anonymous asked:

Dude if you're still taking prompts, how about Trimberly wedding? I need their first dance to be a song about falling for each other tho...off a cliff 😜 get it? Ten extra points if Zack does something stupid/ gives a toast as Trini's best man/ man of honor. hundred extra points if you include the adorable proposal.

Hope this delivers what you wanted. I’m still taking prompts to people that want me to write something. Alright. Cool. And that’s for the prompt dude.


Zach what if it’s a prank? What if Kim doesn’t actually want this?..“ Trini asked as as Zach helped her put her heels on.

“You’re right. It’s all an elaborate pranks we’ve been throwing for almost 9 years. And all the times she’s said I love you, she was actually talking to me. Today Kimberly and I will get married. It was a surprise for you.” All of this was said with a shit eating grin.

“You’re an ass. You know that right.”

“Yes yes I know. Now let’s get you married.”

The ceremony was just as expected. Trini laughed as Zach and Jason cried during their vows and Billy’s special surprise was fireworks. The reception was the real life of this wedding. Within an hour the dance floor was alive and the open bar was being put to use. A slightly tipsy Zach made his way to the microphone and took it from the unsuspecting DJ.

“Alrighty everybody. I know trimberly said they didn’t want this but both myself and Jason and Billy do so suck it up ladies. It’s time for their dance. I remember when Kim purposed to Trini. She did at the top of a cliff we all jumped off into a lake. It was like the first time they actually talked.” Zach downed the rest of his drink before finishing. This action worried all of the rangers a little but they had grown used to helping each other clean up messes.

“Kim said ‘I’m sorry of this’ then pulled Trini over the first time. But when she purposed she said the same thing. Trini was ready so she ran full speed ahead and practically tackled Kim over the edge. That’s how the 5 of us ended up searching a cave for hours looking for a ring. Anyway it’s time to dance ladies.” He singled the DJ to play the song he’d chosen.

As other guests began to filter off the dance floor leaving only Trini and Kim with Free Fallin’ in the background. Everyone began to laugh as the couple moved about the dance floor.

“He called us trimberly. ” Kim said into Trini’s ear. She secretly always loved being taller. It made her feel like she could protect her.

“Yeah I heard that. He can be a little stupid but at least he’s not drunk.” As they swayed the bar came into view were Zach and Jason were clearly having a shot contest with Billy keeping score. “Yet.”

“I love you Trini Hart.”

“I hope so. Your stuck with me of a little while now. I’m going to go get a glass of champagne, should I get my beautiful wife one too?” Trini asked as she kissed the taker woman’s neck.

“I think I’ll pass. Thank you though.” Kimberly returned the kiss before turning to dance with a friend from college.

As Trini got to the bar she took a glass of champagne and one of Zach’s shots. “You think it’s weird. Kim hasn’t drank anything tonight. Or a while now. Like last night at the rehearsal.” Zach thought for a second before his eyes started to sparkle.

“T, aren’t you guys trying right now…” Jason clearly caught on but Trini was still playing catch up.

“Trying what? To caught a cold? I mean we are trying to get preg-…… Oh. Oh.”

“Zach I think you broke her. And one her wedding night.” Jason laughed.

“Oh my god. Oh my god.” Trini ran across the room as her tiny legs and high heels would let her. She came to a sliding stop in Kimberly’s arms. “Babe.” Trini put her hand on the pink rangers midsection.

“Trini… are you ok?” Kimberly dragged Trini’s eyes up to meet hers. “I was going to tell you tonight. I wanted to surprise you.”

“So… your with… a tiny human now?” Kim pulled Trini into her arms a began to slightly dance with her.

“Yes. I believe that they are more colloquially know as a baby, but tiny human also works. I’m about 4 weeks I think. That’s when our last appointment was.” Trini’s face went from pure joy to something much darker. “Babe what’s wrong?”

“We’ve fought puddies since then. And that rapping pumpkin thing Rita sent. We’ve been putting you, and our kid, in danger.”

“I’m sorry. I should have told you sooner. I’ll be more careful during fights and when the time comes the pink ranger can take a small break for a while.”

“Ok. But next time tell me so I can fight next to you.” Trini laid her head in the crook of Kimberly’s neck. “I love you pink.”

“And I love you yellow.”

Day 24 - Plot of Your Favorite Movie

Pairings: Eren/Mikasa & Levi/Hanji, Shingeki no Kyojin

Words: 11946

Rating: T (Language)

Inspired By: Welcome to Jurassic Park, Theme from Jurassic Park, A Tree For My Bed (Jurassic Park Soundtrack)

Notes: I have far too many favorite movies to actually have one be all end all movie but Jurassic Park comes pretty close. It’s a movie I’ve loved since I was seven years old and that will never change. I cried when I watched Jurassic World in theatres because it was everything I loved about the first movie. That was where this story came from too! As I was walking into the theatre I was thinking about this prompt in particular and thought it might work. And then I saw an image of Levi stuck in the park with two terrified and slightly lovestruck teenagers like I didn’t sign up for this but if you think they’re getting a scratch on them you’ve got another thing coming. I couldn’t resist. I also had to bypass some of the science stuff to make it less tedious to explain but I figure most everyone knows how it works lol Also please forgive my dinosaur knowledge. I tried to be as accurate as I could but I don’t have any access to scientific case reports, just google ;-;

AO3 / FF.Net

Life Finds a Way

(Day 24 – Plot of Your Favorite Movie)

This was Hanji’s idea. Levi never wanted to step foot off their site cause they had, you know, a lot of damn work to do but she just wanted to go on some tropical vacation to an amusement park or wherever the hell they were going. Of course, not even he was dumb enough to pass up the grant that Dr. Jaeger promised when he showed up at the dig site for only one price; Levi and Hanji had to come put a stamp of approval on a park.

Levi never cared for theme parks, especially any dinosaur themed. They always catered to kids and spewed out false information to excite people more. He was a scientist; he didn’t spend all those years in school to entertain children who wanted pet a dinosaur or whatever.

This wasn’t any park though. There were real dinosaurs here.

Levi couldn’t believe his eyes when he stepped out of that Jeep. He could hardly believe the way the ground shook, the way he heard their calls in his ears. How could this actually be a thing? How could they be real? How how how…

Even going through the labs, seeing the babies hatch, being told this was rea,  that Dr. Grisha Jaeger and his scientists brought back dinosaurs, and seeing it with Levi’s own eyes, he still couldn’t believe it. Hanji was much more apt to buy into everything and ask a million questions at the labs that nearly made them miss lunch. He dragged her away after that.

He was told it was DNA, he was told they were only girls to be able to control population; he was told everything was safe. He was told him and Hanji were here to make sure everything looked and felt as accurate as it could. Levi couldn’t lie, it did look and feel so real that he wasn’t sure what to believe but the scientifically sound facts laid out in front of him.

These were real dinosaurs.

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Phil smiled to himself as he laid on the old black sofa in the lounge of him home, with his fiancé, Dan, tucked half-asleep under his arm. It was late and they decided to watch baking shows before bed. Dan only made it a quarter way through before his eyes started drooping. Moments like these were Phil’s favorite,  times when he and Dan could sit and not talk for hours with the T.V. playing softly in the background. It wasn’t awkward and neither felt obliged to speak; it was just peaceful. Phil loved playing with Dan’s hair, especially since he’d started leaving it in its natural curls. It reminded him of when they first met.

He could still remember it easily: the warmth he had felt during every phone and Skype call, the butterflies when waited at the train station, the happiness from their first hug that had happened within seconds of them first seeing each other. It had been very easy to fall in love with Dan Howell, and Phil cherished every moment.

Phil reached over to the coffee table to turn off the T.V. when Dan stopped his arm. He grabbed the remote and pressed some buttons until music started playing before curling back into Phil. Phil just rolled his eyes and rested his head on Dan’s. He knew sleeping on the couch was a decision he, and his back, would regret in the morning, but right now it was so warm and comfortable he couldn’t help keep his eyelids from slowly closing.

He doesn’t know how long they stayed like that, in a almost awake, almost asleep state, and he doesn’t really care either. He only moved when he heard a familiar piano play lightly through their speakers. Dan noticed too as he shifted up and looked at Phil. It was Interrupted by Fireworks, the Final Fantasy tune Dan used to play for him. Gosh, it had been ages since he’d listened to it. Dan let out a small giggle before standing and putting his hands out to Phil. He rolled his eyes yet again and allowed the help in standing.

Dan guided him to the middle of the lounge. He put his arms softly around Phil’s waist and started to move with the music when Phil wrapped his arms around Dan’s shoulders, pulling them close. They softly swayed until the final bars rang out and into the silence Phil said two words, so quiet that Dan barely heard him:

“You’re perfect.”

Rubber Chicken

Sam x Reader

Warnings: implied smut, kind of a crack fic because of the dumb prompt

Word Count:1.9k

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A/N: so I signed up for a prompt email thing and this was today’s: A rubber chicken, a polaroid camera, and a popular nightclub. Let’s see what I can do with it.

You couldn’t believe your ears when the boys told you their plan for the hunt. They wanted you to be bait. Bait. For a vampire. What the hell?

“I don’t think I can do this,” you interrupted as Dean was explaining the plan. Sam rolled his eyes in the background, not wanting to risk his girlfriend to make a hunt easier.

“Of course you can, and here we’ll even get a safe word. How about…red?” He offered and your cheeks took on a pink hue. Sam cleared his throat and shook his head.

“Uh, maybe pick something else? Something stupid so we know it’s the safeword,” your towering boyfriend said.

“What about…rubber chicken?” You suggested, mind flashing back to a vine you saw of the screaming toys.

“Rubber chicken?” Dean asked, looking at you like you were crazy - you weren’t crazy.

“Y’know, cause they scream. So it’s like a scream, but a secret scream,” you retorted triumphantly.

“Rubber chicken it is,” Sam agreed, eager to move on with the hunt and get it over with.

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The rear sway bar I ordered from H&R finally came the other day. Got that installed and it instantly transformed the handling, like on par with how much difference the coilovers made. Also I finally got around to de-badging the car and putting the genuine C4 S6 Plus badge on that I’ve had lying around. I know it’s not the right car for it and technically while the handling of my car is about at the level of an RS6 I still haven’t done anything to the engine, but I figure it’s subtle enough that it doesn’t look too ricey. Plus I love the design of the S6 Plus badge.

Out of the Shadows (Part-II)

A/N: So this is the Part-II and the Final part of Out of the shadows (part I)” because I somehow felt that the Readers journey of finding herself is not complete. I hope you guys have as much fun reading it as I had writing it. :)

Dean X Reader

Word Count: 1,383

Warning: Mention of abuse, graphic, angst and Dean fluff.

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“So what do you wanna do?”, Dean asks as he pulls off the highway and parks the car around some undergrowth.

The place is not immediately visible from the road- no one would notice you if you were up to some  kind of mischief. However, it wasn’t so far off the highway either than one couldn’t run for help if things got uncomfortable.

You had agreed for the drive with Dean on an impulse, but you were never one of those girls who just gets up one day and decides to tour Europe. You only admired that from afar, the bravery and the confidence it takes to do something like that. You were just not that girl and it was slowly starting to dawn upon you that while he could have picked any of those busty, hip swaying girls from the bar, he had asked you. You couldn’t understand why!

In the close proximity of the dark interiors of the car, your heartbeat starts to quicken. Girls didn’t just get picked up by random strangers in a bar for nothing. you were not that naive. What if he wanted something more, what were you going to do? You weren’t ready yet, but looking at him your stomach is doing a somersault routine. You just can’t stop looking at him, his lips, his hair and the line of his jaw.. he could kill someone with it. At that point, you wanted nothing more than to run your tongue along it.

Oh my! The intensity of your own thoughts takes you by surprise. What is happening to me?

Dean meanwhile is crooning along an AC/DC song, softly, just to himself with eyes on the road and that crooked smile playing across his lips. The silence on his part isn’t awkward, instead you pace your breaths to the rhythm of his smooth voice as he sings. He has the deepest and sweetest voice. He might look like the hero out of a gangster movie but there was something genuine about him.

“I don’t know”, you nervously tuck your hair behind your ears looking down.

“Why don’t you start with what you do Y/N?” his eyes are soft

“M-me? I am a teacher. I teach kindergarten” you say, not knowing what he will make out of it.

His features light up, “Oh, that’s great. Me and Sammy had this really cool teacher when I was in the 5th grade and she was frickin’ awesome.”


“Oh, Sammy’s my younger brother. We are in town for work. He didn’t want to come to the bar, the nerd’s probably researching something in the motel room.” He gets animated talking about this Sammy.

You smile with him. You can surmise that he really loves his little brother.

Dean seems to be in no hurry to rush things up, chatting about how his school teacher used to bring cookies for him and Sam because they never had a lunch box. That little detail gets you thinking, why did they have no lunch boxes? And why hadn’t Dean mentioned anything about his parents? You didn’t want to pry though.

“.. he probably would be asleep by now", Dean was still talking, suddenly he looks at you, taking your hand “But I am glad he didn’t accompany me tonight.”

You gulp and not necessarily out of nervousness.

Dean leans forward, asking for permission. Oh he is a gentleman, all right!

What the hell, I am not going to let an asshole keep me from living my life, I am not scared of Mike anymore.

You lean into him, taking in the smell of leather and pine as he touches his lips to yours. He deepens the kiss and his hands pull you closer, while you take hold of his arms to steady yourself. You had forgotten that love can be so tender and oh so sweet. The pure bliss of the moment overwhelms you as tears spill over and you have to strengthen your hold on his arms to keep yourself from losing it. Dean immediately reciprocates and pulls you closer. You wince.

Instantly he drops his hands and pulls away to look at you.

“Y/N! Good God. What did I do? I am sorry.. if that’s not what you wanted.. you just had to say. I-I would have stopped..”, Dean looks horrified, misunderstanding your tears.

“No-no, it’s not that”, you are quick to tell him. “It’s just, it still hurts from the last time.”

Dean looks confused at first. It’s dark inside the car, he obviously can’t see your neck well enough to see the pale bruises. However as it slowly dawns on him, his horrified expression quickly changes to anger, no-fury.

“Oh, that son of a bitch. I am going to hunt his ass down”, Dean yells, his voice is menacing.

You place your hand on his and he instantly looks down at it.

“Dean, it’s all right. He already got what he deserves, besides it doesn’t hurt so much anymore.” you say, trying to calm him and silently urging him to look up.

When he finally does, he looks pained. “Can I see how bad it is?” he asks softly.

“Yes”, your voice is solemn and your own boldness shocks you. You had agreed to come with Dean on a whim but this was starting to feel more and more right with every passing second. You turn around, your back facing him.

You catch your breath as you feel him lifting the hem of your blouse, hyper aware of the brush of the soft fabric over your skin. You hear his breath hitch as the blouse reaches right up to your neck.

He doesn’t say anything and you suddenly start to panic. Does he think you are weak for putting up with all that? You definitely don’t look your attractive best with all the scars and bruises. What were you thinking allowing him to see them, he is going to be so damn disgusted with you now.

You feel a slight pressure on your back, like the brush of a feather and you gasp when you realise what it is. Dean was blowing feather light kisses over the black and blue pattern etched into your back. Your eyes start to sparkle as fresh tears cloud your vision. How could you have not known that touch could be this tender? You had only known physical abuse all your life, bad childhood and worse adulthood littered with shame and guilt. So much love from a person who was practically a stranger was over-whelming, consuming and it was too much to take. You break down with your head in your hands, unable to stop the tirade of tears that’s threatening to overpower you.

In a swift movement-before you know it-you are pulled into Dean’s arms, your face buried into his shirt. This however, makes you cry even harder.

“I am sorry.. truly sorry… but I c-can’t control.. right now”, you blubber into his chest.

“Hey, hey Y/N sweetheart, it’s okay.. I am so sorry honey”, Dean’s voice catches in his throat and it makes you cry even harder.

But that is also what eventually calms you down. The pain in Dean’s voice makes you believe that you are lovable as the person you are. That you don’t have to bend around anyone or change yourself and put up with abuse. You are a person of your own who deserves to be loved and cherished.

You pull back from Dean and look into his anguished eyes.

“Thanks Dean” you say

“No Y/N..” he starts to say but you cut him off..

“Just hush a second” you continue, “Thank you for being here tonight with me. You don’t know, but you have helped me in more ways than I can explain. So, thank you for being the light and pulling me out of the shadows.”

“No Sweetheart” Dean shakes his head, “You are a light of your own, that’s why I couldn’t take my eyes off you tonight.”

A slow blush creeps up your skin at his words and in a moment of unprecedented happiness, you crush your lips to his and pull him close. Dean reciprocates instinctively, gently but firmly pulling you closer. That’s when you know that you are going to be fine, the knot of darkness in your heart dissolves into nothingness as you lose yourself into the pure paradise that is Dean Winchester.

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With Affection: Ch 15

Summary: Emma Swan isn’t a middle schooler. So why is she receiving notes from a secret admirer? She’s also definitely not a romantic person. So why is she writing back? Modern!AU Captain Swan, with side orders of Snowing and Frankenwolf. CSSV story for the lovely killians-tinkabelle​!

Rating: Mature

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Chapter Fifteen:

On New Year’s Eve, Emma woke up buzzing with excitement. Just one more day.

She was also excited because New Year’s was her favorite holiday. It always felt like a fresh start, a clean slate. Plus, there would be booze.

She worked her half-day, swamped with cases due to the number of people still on holiday vacation. She rushed through the grocery and liquor stores on her way home, getting in and out quickly enough that she was home earlier than she’d expected. She had one last quick workout at the fitness center before showering and doing her final load of laundry.

It was a little surprising that the laundry room was completely empty again, as it had been on Christmas. Did no one else do one last load of laundry, so they could start the new year with all clean clothing? She was, however, relieved that an empty laundry room meant she wouldn’t run into Hot Guy. Ever since he asked her out, she’d felt embarrassed every time she’d bumped into him.

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The truth about working in the arts in America,New Car Edition aka “The Nissan Versa Review from a Broke Artist”

So, I was driving a 15 year old car that I owed about $6,500 bucks on still and was making another finance payment for $1,000 for another round of repairs, because unless you make $100k+ a year in the US, that is about what you can afford unless all the bits fall right into a row financially.  But, I had it. One morning I had to call in sick. I went out to my car to go to Target to get ibuprofen and found hydraulic fluid EVERYWHERE. Seems that the power steering gave up overnight. This is a week after I had to *finance* 4 new brakes and a snapped sway bar. After spending $400 before that for a leaking oil pan gasket. This was after spending $2,500 on new catalytic converters. and of course that happened after my car was broken into, causing $1,500 in damage.

I had it! I couldn’t afford it anymore. I went inside, combined my research and went to several dealerships. Long story short: I owed too much on my truck, and so many of the dealers had scams that said they were selling a $12k car, but forced you into ONLY being able to choose a $20k car because the “rebates” somehow allowed them to tack your old loan onto a BIGGER loan for MORE interest.

Finally, after being priced out of my own life, I had two options: A Nissan Versa or a Mitsubishi Mirage. The Mirage is widely panned as the WORST car in America and could probably kill you if a strong gust of wind came by and doesn’t even have the power to get out of it’s own way.  The Versa? The worst crime of all in America: It is widely known as the cheapest new car in America. And, everyone knows that knowingly buying something that is made to be affordable is a felony unless it is featured on the Kardashians! And, I am a financial triple threat: I work in the arts at a state university in Arizona. All sure fire ways to be broke for the rest of your life, but with a good health plan and a moral sense that you like your job.

After seeing a Mirage up close, I knew it would be a bad idea (avoid! Such pieces of shit)… So, I went to try out a Versa.

Granted the salespeople were slightly nicer here, buying a car in America is pretty much “We are here to take advantage of you and you don’t have much legal recourse” and you get to dance the game of how little you are going to get fleeced.  Admittedly I didn’t do too bad.  I actually got approved for Nissan Direct financing (better because there are no 3rd party banks to haggle over surcharges and fees) and half the interest rate that we had on my wife’s car since my credit was getting better.  What I got? Well I got RID of the POS ford Escape and landed this:

A black 2017 Nissan Versa S!

Yeah. Hard to make this exciting, but there are some interesting bits that DO make this exciting.  This was $10,500 MSRP. That makes it the cheapest new car you can get. New. No one’s grubby hands all over it! With a WARRANTY even (Not the best, but not the worst). 

But, the dealership (ABC Nissan) did pull some fuckery by making up a $1,800 “appearance” package that you have NO say if you want or not. They force it on you and say take the WHOLE car or leave it.  Some of it is stuff I wanted: The fancy uber-wax (yes, it is actually a real thing. We had it done to my wife’s Fiat and it did keep it pretty clean without a car wash for 6 months. And Arizona sun is brutal on paint) and tinted windows. A MUST in a state where 120 degree summers mean 140 degree+ interiors! But, they “added” such bullshit like “desert undercoating” (WHAT THE FUCK!? We have 5% humidity here. NOTHING RUSTS!) and “door protectors” (tiny fucking pieces of scotch tape on the door edges) and…

Well, I couldn’t tell you the rest. They claimed it was “negotiable”, which is dealership speak for “We will figure out some other way to fuck you over”. And they were good at that. Most of that stuck on the rest of the deal because they claimed that it was such a burden to take my trade in, and practically gave me nothing for it. I owed $6,500 and even after all of the repairs and everything working, they claimed it was worth less than $1,000.  But, I was over a barrel and needed a car.  So, here it was. Even with the BS added, $12k for a new car is almost unheard of here in these days where the average new car is around $30k.  So, what does $12k get you from a REAL world owner?

Well, this is the “S” model. That means that it’s not just a base model, it’s an UBER base model. When they say “cheap”, they aren’t kidding!

The S model comes with a 1.5 Liter 16v DOHC engine that puts out 109 HP.  For those who aren’t technically minded, that is one of the least powerful engines for a subcompact (but not the slowest. That would go to the Mitsubishi Mirage).  But, the base comes with a 5 speed manual. Yep. You shift it yourself, with a clutch and everything.  For me that was just fine because I actually like manual transmissions.  They also have a traditional 4 speed hydraulic automatic transmission (the auto you feel shifting gears as it does it’s thing).  The higher up models get a type of transmission called a CVT. This is essentially the same type of transmissions you see on modern Honda motorscooters. What is it? It is a transmission made of three main parts: A main drive pulley, a large kevlar belt, and a “variable” pulley that is actually designed to expand and contract in diameter depending on how fast the engine spins.  The faster the engine spins, the larger the primary pulley gets and thus the belt follows along, changing your gear ratio all the time.  The crafty idea is that your car is always in the “optimum” gear ratio, and you never have to shift anything.

The reality? Your car is being powered by a fucking rubber band, and no matter how hard you mash on the throttle, it will take FOREVER to gain any power. And forget a “passing gear” or puching the gas to drop the transmission to a lower gear for a bit of boost when you need to get out of the way, because the CVT doesn’t allow you to. And the failure rate? The ONLY Negative reviews I saw were from people who had the drive belt fail (because belts do wear out). And the cost? Around $3-4000 bucks! And it isn’t covered under warranty.  Yes, the CVT gives a few MPG more, but not enough to offset over a third of the value of the car going out in 60k to 80k miles. A manual is all solid gear with a clutch that may cost $600-$1000 to replace. BUT, if you are kind to your car a clutch can last to 160k miles and above! I have seen it.

No thank you! If I am considered ghetto for having a manual, so be it! And I encourage all of you wanting a cheap and chipper car to learn how to drive stick. It will save you thousands!

Mileage? With one week and 300 miles under my belt of city and freeway driving, I am getting 35mpg.  Not bad!!! Seriously.  And, the little engine isn’t as bad as those baby boomer-owned car magazine sites say. It’s not the fastest, but I have driven much slower. The manual makes it pretty snappy for such a light and low powered car. 

How light? 2433lbs. That is 33lbs heavier than my wife’s Fiat 500. A car HALF the length!  Granted it won’t handle like a sports car, but it takes corners pretty decent. It’s flickable to a point and it doesn’t squeak or rattle.  With the manual, you can flog it a bit and it can get up to speed. Only had it to 75 max because I am trying to break in the engine proper. But, it got up to speed OK. Wasn’t Earth shattering at all, but this isn’t some hellcat. It’s a commuter! And, dare I say, it did so predictably. No excitement, but no surprises.

So of course, something doing what it was designed to do cheaply must be shit to the baby boomers who run auto “journalism” sites.  And I think that is why this car is so hated among “professional” reviewers, who mostly all tend to be middle aged white males.  It threatens their fragile masculinity. It isn’t “macho” or “feminine”… however the hell a car can have gender.  It just, well, “is”. And that is OK! As an aging Gen X’er, I have my vintage Vespa and can have fun on that. This is what gets me to work to pay for the damn things. So, a small car is OK. I don’t feel threatened, and my cock is the same size as we started. So, we’re all good!

But, how small is the Versa? Well, let’s talk interior.

This is is. The “cockpit” (Such a dirty word…). 

Yep. That’s plastic. ALL plastic. Plastic is EVERYWHERE.  No satilite navigation (not even an option on this). No padded dash. Not even an armrest.  But, strangely enough it comes with onboard bluetooth for phone (no streaming. There is an aux cord for that at least). But, the bluetooth? Pretty fucking good! Understood my accented Ulster Irish voice no prob.  And, it was pretty painless to setup. 

The dash is simple: Spedometer, Tach (good if you are still new to the world of shifty cars and if you really want to game the MPG), digital fuel gauge and “trip computer” which is really just your odometer, trip meters and MPG scorekeeper.  There isn’t even a temperature gauge, which scares the hell out of me as someone who has driven so many shitty cars in the desert that like to overheat.  But, that is why I bought the extended warranty. 4 years/ 42k miles TOTAL COVERAGE (even on belts and hoses! The regular warranty was 3yrs/36k and didn’t cover any of that). After that it is 6 year/60k powertrain. That means everything involving the engine, transmission and bits connected to the engine. This doesn’t cover brakes, most electrical, body, interior or tires… so keep that in mind if this is your first car.

And with Nissan, I get “Gap” coverage. What’s that? Well, say some dumbass baby boomer is trying to figure out their phone while plucking away at the satnav in their big ass SUV and slams into you. After blaming everyone but themselves, you are still out a car. If it’s totaled, you may still owe more on the car than it’s worth. This is bad! Because banks are heartless bitches and will do ANYTHING to force you to pay the difference out of pocket. They don’t give a shit if you are lying in hospital with no health insurance and no car. They will raid bank accounts, garnish checks and impound other property you have financed.

But, with gap insurance, you pay a little extra each month to say “If anything happens to me, this insurance means that you cover EVERYTHING on my car and what I owe, regardless of the car’s value”. This even applies to the money I still owed on my truck when I rolled it over to the new financing! So, Even if I get creamed by an Escalade, I can at least buy a new car later and not have any damage to my credit.

And speaking of affordable, let’s get back to the interior.

And, no, I didn’t pull a pic from 2005.  Those are crank windows and manual door locks. No keyless entry.  And NO fabric here too. But, that’s ok.  Like I said, it’s a commuter car.  What you see is what you get. But my 32oz reusable water bottle fits nicely in the door cup holders, so that is nice.

I didn’t get any backseat pics, but the legroom? HOLY FUCK! It honestly has more leg room than a BMW 5 series! I am 5′10″ and 190lbs (a bit tubby I know) and with my front seat in a comfortable driving position, I got in the back seat and my knees weren’t even touching the seat in front! No wonder they use these cars as cabs in Mexico (where they are actually made).  The seats in the back are… well, ok! There was actually a ton of room, although head room was slimmer.  In all, this car is actually bigger than a 2010 Honda Civic inside. 

Also, the trunk is bigger than a Toyota Corolla’s! I was able to fit three 5-gallon buckets, a 16 microphone case, a Pelican carry-on size case and a couple of small toolboxes easy!  Sadly, the base model takes away the folding back seat (in an effort to punish buyers even more).  But, between the backseat and the trunk, this “almost” has the same interior cargo room as my Ford escape!

Distance across is where you feel the shrink. The doors only have keyholes for the front two doors, so you will need to reach behind to unlock the other two.  The doorlocks are strange, but not hard to reach. In fact, even with long arms, the width of the car isn’t as much as it looks.  Sure, you can fit real adults in this thing, but don’t try to squeeze three in the backseat. Two will find plenty of room. But only do 3 if you have tiny friends or a poly relationship going on between your passengers, because they will be up in each other’s business if you try to cram them all in the back.

The driver and front passenger seats are firm, but not too bad. No adjustable headrests, but the bucket seats have decent lumbar support. The bottom seats are a bit thin, but fine for a full day of running errands. The steering wheel tilts, and that’s it. The seat has the most basic of functions: Distance from pedals, back tilt and height. That’s all folks. There are two front cupholders underneath the front dash AC controls that are OK, but won’t fit a tall soda (You should stop drinking that shit anyways!). Two on the center console for the back passengers.  Two pockets in the doors that are cup-shaped that actually work for larger reusable water bottles. The glovebox is of a decent size, and fits the manuals, insurance packet, USB powerbank and my Springfield XD9 (if you care about such things)

All in all, it’s rather… decent! And not in a bad way. Not thrilling at all. But, again, there are no surprises and the plastic dash is such that there really isn’t anything that you expect to fall off in the future.  They actually nailed simple but decent.

The outside may be boring, but it gets the job done (yes I removed the hideous wheel covers. Black and black and all). None of the Lights are LED, but they make kits for that shit.  The blind spots are few, and it does have power mirrors! Now, in the rest of the world you will probably have to get the windows tinted, but in Arizona, it is almost an unsaid law… and that is nice.  The headlights are bright but not douchebag-bright-white annoying (you know the kind). The engine noise is a bit loud, but you don’t get alot of road noise and hardly any wind noise.  On the freeway at 75mph, it isn’t a Mercedes, but you can have a conversation easy.

It comes in quite a few colors, but the door handles will be of the same plastic.  The only chrome is around the front grille, and.. well, that’s it. It does have a center roof mount antenna but that’s about it.

But, with all of the negative “cheap” talk, let’s talk safety vs. an affordable used car.  This car has SIX airbags: Window curtain, side airbags and front airbags. This car also has ABS brakes, Tire Pressure Monitor systems (which tell you when your tires are low. A recent requirement in new cars for the past 10 years), bluetooth voice activated phone standard, electric power steering (simpler and easier to drive with less stuff breaking) and an “average” 4 star crash test rating.

Compare this to my 2002 Ford Escape XLT (a “top of the line” used car): Only two airbags, no tire monitor system, a crash test rating that was 15 years older and thus I wouldn’t trust too much, no three-point seatbelt for the center passenger like in the Versa, no factory bluetooth and no side or curtain airbags.  So, right off the bat, the Versa is already a safer car than a used car.

And, things like a warranty means that stuff should be maintained better than a used car.  Speaking of maintenance, did I mention that this car doesn’t need an oil change for 6 months! Older cars followed the “3 month/3k mile” mantra for so long. But new synthetic oils and engines designed for them mean that you can go longer and still keep the engine safe! Also, this has an in-cabin air filter! And, with Trump giving a big FUCK YOU to the environment, this will be a nice bonus. So an extra “passive” safety feature there!

Gas mileage? About 27/35mpg real world on my model S with the 5 speed manual. Respectable, again. Predictable as, well, predicted.  And it holds about 10 gallons with a fairly accurate fuel gauge so far. So if you’re one of those types who rides the gas until you hit the “Don’t worry! When the light comes on you still have another 20 miles” stage, then you will need to adjust your thinking.

So, the real factor: How does this fit with a Musician? Well, I can haul plenty of gear, keyboards and speakers (in fact I did take full PA for a 20 piece big band jazz group in this the 2nd day I owned it!). And, if it weren’t for my negative equity, the payments are… cheap? Well, with interest and terms I am paying $360/month. But if you just bought the car with $500-1000 down, I would be shocked if you paid more than $250/month. Alot of cash, yeah. But, for a brand new car I don’t have to worry about… that is worth it! Piece of mind, warranty, AC that actually works?? Amazing. And, it won’t surprise you, because there is nothing that is a surprise. Many of the engine’s design bits aren’t new and ultra high tech. This means they are proven, and the parts are cheap.

This is the same platform as the Versa Note hatchback, the discontinued Nissan Cube and even the NV200 microvan.  So, it’s a time proven design.  It won’t win any beauty contests, but you will look good without all of that stress of used car ownership. Don’t fall into the bullshit of brand names to look good. Nissan is a great brand that builds good cars! I am not ashamed to be seen in one.

Yes, my first choice was a Fiat 500x. My second was a Toyota iA. This was my second to last choice. But… I’m not mad. I got EXACTLY what I needed. Granted I didn’t get anything I wanted (except for the color). But what I did get was a safe, reliable chunk of piece of mind. It won’t leave me stranded on my way to a gig, and the repairs won’t bleed me dry.

Funny how that is the new American dream: Please let me live like a regular adult without being homeless or dead. And, as good or as bad as this sounds, the Versa will do it’s best to keep you in house and health.

The Amazement

Standing at
Summer’s doorstep
Spring’s gloss fades
Goodbye to coats
Goodbye to rain
Goodbye to blossoms
Goodbye to planting
Seeds in the dirt
Starting new things
Hello to weeding
To protecting the new
Or at least the new
That remains
Hello to pools
And drops
Of sweat
Hello to
Tan lines
Bathing suits
In colors unimagined
Hello to
To radios playing
Old and new hits
People swaying
To bar-b-q
Zesty sauce
And corn on the grill
To thunderstorms
Waking up the late afternoon
From it’s hot slumber
To late night walks
Holding hands
Feeling the earth
Try to cool itself
After a hot day
To heated anger from
Hot days
As people push and shove
With words and hands
And others move out
Of the way
Hello to all of us
Binding together
To say
This is
Our summer
We claim it
You can’t stain it
Summer comes in
Hello to new books
With stiff spines
Hello to white dresses
And new hopes and dreams and loves
As family grows and
First dances
And dances with mom
And dad
Make us cry
Hello to water balloons
And the squishy splash
They make
Hello to sparklers
And fireworks
And hopeful pride
Over cherry pie
Hello to fireflies
Their dancing glow
Filling our hearts
And putting smiles on our face
Hello to giggles at night
From flashlight tag
And later stories
Told by that same light
And starlight
Hello to all of it
Every single thing
This is when we celebrate lives
Our life
Those around us
This is when we celebrate
The perfect joy
Of an ice cube
A fresh lemon
Some water
And some sugar
This is when we celebrate
The amazement of it all
Let summer in
It’s time to be


Finally hit 60k miles on the Subaru. Decided to do a little maintenance. All new bushings on the control arm, new steering rack bushings, and fresh Motul 300 fluid for the transmission and front/rear differential. Still need to flush the coolant, but other than that the car has been treating me well. Alignment is a bit wonky from all the suspension work, but I will get that dialed once I get my new tires mounted. Hope to upgrade the steering rack to a 2015+ STI rack and get some new sway bars and sway bar end links. The steering on this model Impreza is pretty sloppy from the factory. Might also do some chassis bracing with the Cusco products.

Brad imagine - a drunk guy hits on you

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The loud music of the club vibrates through the soles of your feet and your chest. The hazy air smells of alcohol, sweat, cologne, perfume, and people. It’s very crowded in the club, but you don’t mind. You’re there with your boyfriend having a blast.

“Want another drink?” Brad shouts over the music.

You nod to him and grin. After having a few drinks already, your mind is fuzzy and any words you say are slurred and/or hiccupped.

Brad smirks softly, pecks your lips, and leaves to the bar.

You sway your hips to the music and scan the scene around you. Many couples are dancing together – grinding on one another, touching each other, and kissing. Normally, you’d make a face at all of the PDA, but in your drunken state you simply giggle.

“Heyy,” a deep voice says behind you. “Yourass iss more hot thann thesun.”

You furrow your eyebrows and turn. His slurred words have to process in your mind before you can respond. “Uhh, thanks, I guess.”

The man grins at you, showing his yellow and crooked teeth. He reeks of weed mixed with alcohol, and you cough.

“Y’know,” he continues, going closer to you. “A pretty thing like you shouldn’t be allll alone here.”

“I’m not alone,” you say quickly, sobering up a little. “I’m here with my boyfriend.”

The man raises his eyebrows and looks behind you. “Where is he?”

You bite your lip and point to the bar. “Getting drinks.”

“Hm.” He smiles and looks you up and down. “Wellll, why don’t we go find a niccce bathroom and have somefun, yeah?”

Appalled, you shake your head. “No.”

He frowns. “Why not?”

You open your mouth to respond, but get cut off when he grabs your arm. “Don’t you want me?” he breathes into your face, making you wrinkle your nose.

“No. And you’re hurting me.” You struggle in his grip, but it stays tight.

“Hey!” a familiar voice shouts. “Let go of her!”

You look over your shoulder and see Brad storming over towards you.

The man laughs. “You her boyfriend?”

“Yes.” Brad grits his teeth and clenches his fists at his sides. “And I said let her go.”

“Or else what?” The man tightens his grip on your arm and you whimper, trying again to struggle out of his hold.

“Or else this.” Brad swings his right fist forward and it collides with the man’s jaw. You hear a sickening crack and the man yells, letting you go. You quickly cower to Brad and hear the man swearing.

“You broke my tooth!” he exclaims with bloody spit and a piece of a tooth in the palm of his hand.

Brad sneers at him. “And I’ll break something else if you don’t get out of here.”

The man grumbles under his breath and glares at the two of you before shoving his way through the crowd.

Once he’s out of site, you throw your arms around Brad’s neck. “You saved me.”

He holds you close to him and rubs your back. “I’ll always save you, you know that, right? Especially from cunts like him.”

With a faint smile, you nod and rest your head onto his chest. “You’re my hero, Brad.”

Empty Gold


Am I losing him? I’m losing him. I lost him. I already lost him. I’m losing him. I can’t have him. It’s over. It was never a thing. It’s not a thing. I still have him. He saved me. He’s mine. He’s not mine anymore. I need to let go. I don’t want to. I can’t lose him. I already lost him. 

As Bucky – or as he’s known around here, Sergeant Barnes – sits at the closest bar to military camp, he realizes his thoughts are messier than ever. He can’t seem to keep up with them, and it’s different than before. He’s not just distracted. He really can’t keep up with his thoughts. Can’t control them, or string together any coherency without massive effort. It’s those Hydra fuckers, it’s gotta be —— They did something to me. 

And now it’s 9:30pm and he’s sitting alone with his seventh shot. Straight liquor, because who the hell knows? Maybe being drunk will actually line his thoughts up more. Or at least remove an edge or two. And since when does it take this many shots to get him drunk? He’s probably past the point of poisoning himself. But he needs to feel drunk —— Those Hydra fuckers did something to me

He doesn’t wanna think about that. He wants to think about his family, the one he left back home. They’re his only reason to fucking live. They’re all he has left because he lost Steve to Agent Carter. He can see the way he looks her, it’s in Steve’s eyes. Steve’s not the type to lead girls on. Steve’s serious about her. And it hurts, it fucking hurts, it hurts —— it hurts more than what those fuckers did to me. It shouldn’t hurt, but it does. It’s not suppose to. But it fucking does. And that’s all that matters in the end.

Because I’m in love with him

And it takes three or four more shots (holy shit, that’s a lot for me) before he starts to feel lighter in his head, heavier in his chest. He enjoys the sensation for a bit, before swaying from the bar, leaving an obscene amount of cash (triple what he’d normally pay for a strong buzz; Christ, can’t afford to do this again), and wanders back to camp, walks right past his own tent. 

Walks straight up to Steve’s tent. 

Now he’s not drunk. Not completely wasted. But he’s definitely not sober either. 

I’m sweet on you, Steve

No. You can’t fucking say that. He has her now

Bucky’s not gonna say it. It’s too late to say anything. Don’t say anything. Don’t do it. Don’t. 

After making sure nobody’s watching, Bucky kneels down and crawls into Steve’s sleeping tent without much of an introduction, without knocking. (Wait… can’t knock on a tent, okay yeah, I’m drunk…) Without asking. “Steve,” he tries to hide the urgency. “Hey. Mind if I talk to you for a minute?” 

Fic: Live That Fantasy

trufflemores asked for badboy!Blaine and I delivered, with some bonus Cheerio!Kurt just because. ~1900 words, kind of a Prom Queen redux. PG-13.

“C'mon – unh – please, Blaine?”

“You are way too coherent right now,” Blaine said, going back to the sensitive spot on Kurt’s neck. He kissed carefully under Kurt’s ear, knowing Kurt would kill him if he left a hickey but wanting to distract Kurt from their current topic of conversation.

Ohmyguh – Blaine, why don’t you – Jesus – fine, we can keep making out for now,” Kurt said, pressing a quick kiss to Blaine’s jaw and reaching his hands under Blaine’s leather jacket. “But when we have our not-a-date after school, you’d better tell me why you’re so against going to the prom.”

“It’s not like we could go together, babe,” Blaine said. “I thought you didn’t want the whole school knowing that their esteemed head Cheerio finally gave it up to the ‘obnoxious mouthbreathing James Dean wannabe.'” He moved his hands away from Kurt’s face reluctantly to make air quotes around Kurt’s old insults.

“I never said you were a mouthbreather,” Kurt protested. “And honestly, I don’t care anymore, Blaine. I was kind of worried about the fallout at first, but I realized that combining my social status and your reputation would make people think twice about trying to screw with us.”

“You’ve got a point there,” Blaine said, inclining his head in acknowledgment. “But still, the prom? A stupid school-sponsored event full of boys in bad rental tuxes grinding on their intoxicated girlfriends all night?”

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Coolest grocery getter out there today!

produced 275whp/270wtq @ 18.5psi and ran 12.911@105 on the track…


  • VF-48 turbo
  • 2008 STI TMIC
  • Turbo XS 4” Downpipe High Flow cat and RFL cat-back
  • Walboro Fuel Pump
  • Cobb Accessport and dyno tuned
  • B & M Trans cooler
  • P&L high flow intake
  • Perrin turbo inlet
  • SPT Battery tie down
  • SPT oil cap
  • Secondary air pump system removed
  • Intake manifold powder coated wrinkle red


  • Ravspec Carbon front lip
  • Canadian spec OEM HID headlight assemblies with working manual leveling switches
  • Hella off road lamps behind the Grill
  • 2008 Forester Sports XT black tail lights
  • Tint to legal limits including moon roof
  • OEM HID headlight sprayers that have not been installed yet
  • Red pinstripe around front grill
  • Red pinstripe around rear bumper


  • STI pedal set
  • WRX Seats with OEM heaters swapped
  • 3m Carbon Fiber wrapped console
  • STI shifter surround and boot
  • Custom made gauge mount for 60mm Defi Boost and EGT
  • Smoked lexan in the OEM radio location,
  • Clarion VX-400 DVD/ Navi unit remote mounted to the top of the dash using OEM parts
  • Custom made airbag monitoring LED system for passenger airbag indicator
  • Homelink mirror
  • LED underdash kit.


  • DM STI control arm
  • Whiteline forward control arm bushings
  • Whiteline caster control arm bushings
  • Turn in Concepts Lateral link bushings
  • Turn in Concepts forward and rear trailing arm bushings
  • Kartboy subframe lock bolts
  • Kartboy endlinks
  • Whiteline 27mm Front sway bar
  • Whiteline 24mm Rear sway bar
  • KYB GR-2 WRX specific struts
  • WRX STI OEM springs
  • Legacy GT front and rear calipers and rotors with Akebono pads
  • P&L stainless brake line
  • Superblue brake fluid
  • Kick ass Turn in Concepts custom alignment and rear fender roll.
  • Rota T2R 18x9.5 +38 in Hyperblack
  • 245/40/18 Dunlop SP Sport 600 tires