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“  a  siblings  only  cruise  sounds  DEPRESSING .  we’d  
get  sick  of  each  other  so  fast  i’d  drown  you  in  the  pool  
when  i’m  sure  no  one’s  around  to  watch  me  do  it …  &  then  we’d  lose  regionals ,  because  the  irish  guy  who’s  name  i  don’t  remember  would  have  to  take  your  place  –  he  has  no  diction  &  dances  like  an  inflatable  outside  a  car  dealership.  chin  up ,  blaine  warbler  –  life  only  gets  shittier  so ,  enjoy  the  mediocrity  it  offers  from  time  to  time . ”

“Okay.  Siblings only with the exception of a really cute pool attendants.  Listen.  I didn’t think about specifics—hold on.  You so wouldn’t drown me in the pool.  No way.  You love me.  Even if you are two seconds away from one of your signature eyerolls I like to think have been reinvented in their severity just for me.  Besides, if Rory took my place, you’d miss me too much.  Great visual on the dance comparison, though.  Please don’t tell anyone I said that.  I’ll enjoy the ride but I’m taking you with me and getting rid of the poolside shenanigans.”

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“  look ,  if  i  had  to  choose  between  one  night  with  you  or  winning  the  lottery ,  i’d  still  choose  the  lottery ,  but  i’d  have  to  REALLY  think  about  it   &   that  alone  speaks  louder  than  a  lousy  pickup  line … god  knows  i  love  bling . ”

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“Thank you, Santana.  Better promose me one thing.  After you win the lottery?  I’d make you take me on a step-siblings only cruise somewhere warm with palm trees.  Where there’s zero snow and the words ‘what are we doing for regionals and why is no one listening to me’ are forbidden.  Otherwise?  I might get offended your company can be bought by some bling.”

R.I.P Stan Lee – I Loved You In Mallrats!

// I wanted to take a minute and remember Stan Lee.  I can never claim to be an ultimate Stan Lee fan in the way so many others are.  I appreciate his imagination and how much talent he had.  What he brought to writing, comics, movies and inspiration in the hearts of millions of fans worldwide is a phenomenon that is a once in a lifetime kind of ordeal and that, alone, deserves respect.  Creating magic, changing people’s lives?  It’s a writer’s dream and one I’ve had since I was a kid.  I enjoyed his stories and appreciated his work.

But what I’d love to share the most?  Is my story of when I met this man and how hilarious and funny and kind he was.  So, give me a few minutes and if you read this?  Then I hope you get a laugh out of it.  Because I can’t help see his laugh and hear it just thinking back to that day.

I had the chance to meet Stan at E3.  I’d won entry through my company and took a co-worker with me who I thought deserved to go because he was a great guy.  We stood in line to meet Stan and looking around?  I was the only woman in that line as far I could see.  I watched guy after guy go up, get an autograph, say a couple words and go.  I had no idea what I was going to say to this man.  He was a living legend and I’m like…thanks doesn’t seem to cover it.

Me?  A simple thanks?  I thought!  On my turn, I went up and he completely threw me off guard.  Stan looked up, dropped his jaw and went..  “Wow!  A girl?!”  Jokingly grinning the whole time.  And I lost it.  I was laughing and he chuckled and I grinned back and threw my voice totally derp style and went “Yeah but like I totally loved you in Mallrats!”  Stan Lee instantly burst out laughing.  “That’s the best greeting I’ve ever had!”  He was beaming.

Then Stan proceeded to go total fanboy over Kevin Smith.  His face lit up in the way every fan’s lights up when they talk about who they stan.  “Oh, I loved being in that movie!  I love Kevin!  He’s the best!”  Stan went on and on about how talented Kevin was, how funny he was, how he loved every time they worked together.  I could feel the eyes of fanboys burning holes in the back of my head but I didn’t care.  I was watching Stan Lee go nuts about Kevin Smith and it was awesome.  We wrapped up the conversation with him thanking me for coming and signed a poster I gave to another friend who adores him and couldn’t make it.  Because, honestly, he deserved it more than me.  I had an awesome moment that is better than any autograph.  I remember that day so fondly.  Because “Wow!  A girl!” opened up a whole can of Kevin Smith’s Awesome given to me by the man Kevin Smith worships.  I wish I had the chance to share that story with Kevin.  Especially now.  Maybe someday.

Anyway!  That’s my Stan Lee story.  I hope you got a smile if you’re a fan of his.  Or even if you aren’t.  Also, go watch some Mallrats and tip your hat off to one of the men Stan Lee stanned.  I promise you’re missing out if you haven’t. 

giantatheart:

Wanna re-write our story? No problem!

Role-playing can become quite tedious at times. You have all the inspiration in the beginning & suddenly the muses have an established relationship and all we write is the same, or nearly the same stuff over and over. I don’t mind. But others might lose muse over it. They crave variety. If you ever want to just drop an already existing relationship, re-write a period or an entire story of our muses’ lives, feel that it would help your creativity— I’M OKAY WITH IT!

And if we wrote 5 different scenarios that were all born from 1 mutual plot we started a year ago- It’s different experiences. And that allows our muses to experience all kinds of emotions and grow. Maybe one story ended badly and it left you without any ambition to continue and yet you liked the general storyline but didn’t foretell it might end that bad. NO PROBLEM! We will simply re-write it. I am a-okay with it. We don’t have to stick to lame stories, threads that bore us…

…let’s re-write our story!

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Cooper instinctively tightened his arm around Blaine, tugging him just a little close as he felt the other lean against him. Blaine always looked so small when he was like this, and Cooper just felt so helpless because he didn’t know what he could do that would possibly help his kid brother and pull him out of his funk. “You’re only human Squirt,” he said softly, his thumb rubbing small, comforting circles into the back of Blaine’s neck, letting out a small sigh as Blaine continued to beat himself up. Cooper knew that Blaine had always been more sensitive than him, that he felt things more than Cooper did, but as far as Cooper was concerned, Blaine just needed to give himself a break.

“Only you can answer that, Blaine,” Cooper told him, though his voice was soft and shown no hint of malice, just making an observation. “But the fact is, you did, and you can’t keep beating yourself up over it forever. You’ve gotta start to forgive yourself. I mean, you must’ve felt something at the time, right?” he asked, hoping that he was at least making some point, he wasn’t exactly known for giving stellar advice. Shaking his head, Cooper shifted slightly and placed his hands on Blaine’s shoulders, turning him to that he was facing him directly, “You don’t have to be for me, you know that, Squirt,” He knew that he wasn’t the best brother in the world, despite his best efforts, but he liked to try and be there for Blaine when he could, and since it seemed like Blaine was running low on options right now, Cooper was more than happy to step up to the plate, and be the anchor that Blaine so badly needed right now. “How about you let me be the strong one for a change, huh?”

Give himself a break?  Blaine didn’t know the meaning of the phrase.  Not when it came to this.  Every waking moment was spent trying to make himself let go of what he did.  To accept that he messed up so bad that nothing he did would ever fix it.  That there has to be a point in time where he’d realize that holding on was only putting himself through Hell each day.  It wasn’t healthy, wasn’t good for anyone.  Including the ones here, like Cooper and Sam, just doing their best to help.  But..  Telling yourself that and believing it?  Two different ballgames.  Feeling Cooper’s hold on him tighten, Blaine tightened his grip across his brother’s shoulders enough that, soon, he’d buried his nose against the curve of Cooper’s shoulder and arm, eyes shutting to block out the world so all that there was..was them.

“I can’t figure out an answer.  The only thing I felt was that everything was over and I was just forgotten.  That everything I was scared was going to happened—happened—but I wasn’t included in any of it.  I just–all sounds like excuses. I hate that part the worst.  Because I don’t want them to be,” he shut himself up when Cooper turned him so they were face-to-face and dropped both his hands into his lap thumbs battling one another almost immediately.  Hearing Cooper correct him had him drawing his bottom lip between his teeth.  He knew Cooper could handle a lot of things.  Problem was?  Blaine didn’t want his things to be something Cooper had to handle.  Yet here he was.  Offering.  And Blaine was so tired with how he was barely managing that he nodded quickly and all at once, his features crumbled.  “I’m just so sorry and I’m tired.  I’m so, so tired.”  His shoulders slumped.  “And nothing I do is working.”

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Stiles wasn’t good with pity. Not accepting nor giving. He nods back at Blaine but doesn’t comment.  Clearly there was enough on the guy’s shoulders without Stiles trying to analyze him, even if he does notice the little changes in his face that follow. “No problem, dude. Could use a break myself anyway.”  From plenty of things, but if anyone needed to get into their troubles tonight it was probably Blaine, should he want to.

With that, Stiles begins to lead the way across the parking lot.  “So… I promise we’re not going anywhere weird, first of all, it’s just a little ways out and kind of hard to get to in the Jeep so the trip is already kind of time consuming. That being said, I usually clear my head on an empty stomach and grab something on the way back but if you want we can get some fries or whatever before we get too far.  Have some snacks for the road.”

Tangling his fingers into the straps of his bag, he hefted it up over his shoulder and held it against the curve of his clavicle.  Another nod.  “I’m still grateful for you offering.  Could have just told me you were busy.  The thanks still stand.  You deserve it,” his voice lifted and his smile was a whole lot less fake when he was trying to prove a point.  Anywhere they went would be more than okay with him.  As long as the lights of the town were at their backs and he could breathe.  

His free hand found it’s way into the pocket of his old, but favorite zip-up hoodie.  He didn’t care that his hair was still damp from the showers and whatever product wasn’t doing the greatest job of holding it back.  Taking any more time to make sure it was perfect wasn’t a priority. Curiouser and curiouser, Blaine cocked his head to the side.  “Sounds great,” he held up a finger from his bag strap, “I’d take weird if it was anyway.  Weird sounds interesting considering not much around here can be classified as weird.  Unless you’re up on the mountain looking for UFOs..  Or Sasquatch?”  He mused with another light smile.  “Nah. I’m good.  Got some water in my bag and we can always eat on the way back.”

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                “i could use a new one, my sketch pads fill up like that.” there is an accompanying snap of his fingers. not all that surprising given the amount of work billy put into his hobby, most days it felt like his life contained little else other than yards and yards of fabric and a sewing machine, always with some new fabulous creation (or five) on the go. “bribes don’t really work if i’ve already agreed,” he laughs, “but coffee would be lovely. and honestly i will take any excuse to go to an art supply store, those are my safe haven, be warned, i could stay in one of those for hours — you may end up just leaving me there and i would not blame you.” for one thing, they were full to the brim with inspiration. head tilts curiously. west side story – perhaps a little difficult to put his own spin on something so well known. but that didn’t put him off. “i can definitely work with that. who are you playing?”

Blaine’s lips quirked up, the smile growing when Billy snapped.  Sounds like they were on their way to the art supply store then?  He couldn’t complain about being lost in one either.  There was a small section of camera equipment, film and paper.  Things he could spend his own fair share of time getting inspired by.  Not to mention the craft section.  One that he tried to steer clear from unless he was there with someone who wouldn’t judge him for the sheer amount of joy he could find in it.  There probably wasn’t an aisle inside that part of the shop that he couldn’t imagine a gift, or several, he could make for someone he cared about.  That’s the best part of Christmas, is it not?  Giving them all away?  He smirked, seeing that the bribe was a failure.  Which, hey!  “I wasn’t trying to bribe!  I promise.  I was only wanting you make sure you have everything you need.”  A thumb jutted in the direction of the exit.  Their after school walk would get them some fresh air being pent up inside classes all day prevented.  Might as well start out?  “Um..Tony,” he said softly with a spark in his eyes and a bit on his lip right after.  “Coffee first, yeah?  Then, I don’t mind getting lost in the store for as long as you want.  Promise not to judge however long you’re taking.  Not even a little bit.”