Dolan-Mendes

aries: the definition of a fuckboy but they actually have a soul. literally don’t give two shits about the haters and are some of the most loyal friends i’ve ever encountered. have very sudden growth periods. super dedicated to anything they put their mind to. ALSO OH MY GOD SO GOOD WITH THE TONGUE 

taurus: very eccentric, don’t really know how to deal with emotions. get flustered easily but it’s kinda cute. dreamy demeanor. will ignore the hell out of u if u fuck them over. are lowkey terrified of everything but will probs never admit that as they have some weird element of ego tied into that. 

gemini: really chill people when u get to know them but will scare the shit out of u for like six years if u don’t approach them. do not fucking piss them off as they will butcher yo ass with their tongue and hang u up for the rest of the world to see. probably has daddy issues. writers. really physically attractive and everybody is intimidated as fuck by it. dumb as hell in terms of love and will flirt with you incessantly. REALLY FUCKIN GOOD WITH THEIR HANDS LIKE DAMN. 

cancer: big hearts. fuckin adorable little water signs that are likely drowning in a puddle of their own tears. do not know how to fucking flirt to save their lives. their laughs are kooky as hell and i love it. probably smoke weed. u either love ‘em or want to kill them or are in some poorly balanced inbetween.

leo: okay y’all needa settle down a bit. fragile fuckin egos if i’ve ever seen ‘em and react hardcore if u piss them off. pretty over the top with everything. but damn, are some of the most hopelessly romantic motherfuckers i’ve met. will treat you like a fucking god(dess) if u let them. not super good at social cues tbh. good friends to have if u need to be validated. need quality time. 

virgo: y’all are lowkey hoes and give no fucks about it and it’s fucking great omfg. despite that, they maintain an endearing innocence and can be childish af when things don’t go their way but will love u until the end of time. great taste in music. super fucking smart but don’t show it off too often. 

libra: jesus christ okay i love u guys. super understanding and will always try to see all sides of a situation. probably have been through a lot. aren’t afraid to call u on ur shit and are lowkey emotional shawtys that are still trying to find themselves. make really wonderful parents. get crazy excited over little shit and it’s fucking adorable. 

scorpio: don’t fuck with these hoes unless u know urself first. will expose the parts of urself that u didn’t want to see. super gnarly in fights and will love u until the end of time. pretty standoffish and need time alone when emotionally unstable. keep themselves in amazing shape. are the loneliest fucks i know; be kind to them always. are probably in great shape (physically.)

sagittarius: craziest mofos out there. abandon all emotions before going into a situation and can be super impulsive. funny as fuck and always seem to be on another level. push themselves to the limit and usually forget to give themselves a break. ambitious and can get shit done when they need to. 

capricorn: talk about a ride or die. y’all are loyal to the grave and are incredible friends. until u get fucked over. will probably make ur enemies’ life a living hell, sometimes over-the-top about it. can be v athletic. good writers/artists. really interested in spirituality and the ethereal realms. u guys know what to do in bed and flirt hard af. also so fucking funny oh my god. 

aquarius: amazing friends. probably hate u. easily excitable. space cadets 4 life. rly good with animals and love food but probably restrict their eating habits in one way or another. a paradox in that they are fucking driven as hell to get shit done but give zero fucks at the same time. lowkey kinky af. want to kiss everyone. 

About a week ago I posted this.

I’ve been getting horrible messages like this in my ask for months, including:

and my personal favorite

After getting the message saying “Just go kill yourself” I was completely done dealing with this person’s horrible messages and replied with just an “Okay.” and logged off tumblr.

About a week later I logged back on with 17 messages in my ask, most of them from the anon. I scrolled down and at first when I logged off, the anon messaged me things like

I scrolled up more and all of a sudden they started sending me more and more messages like

This was extremely surprising to me. I thought “After all those horrible messages you sent to me for MONTHS about hating me and wanting me dead, you say ‘sorry’ and that you ‘cant be responsible for someone’s suicide’?”

But I guess the lesson goes like this:

JANUARY BABY

Pretty/handsome. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Sensitive. Down-to-Earth. Stubborn. Repost this in 5 mins and you will meet someone new in 8 days that will perfectly balance your personality.

FEBRUARY BABY

Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexiest out of everyone. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest And loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Horny. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions. Repost this in 5 mins and you will talk to someone new and realize that you are a perfect match.

MARCH BABY

Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Great kisser. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Observant and assesses others. If you repost this in the next 5 mins, you will meet your new love in 8 days.

APRIL BABY

Suave and compromising. Funny and humorous. Stubborn. Very talkative. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal. Does work well with others. Very confidant. Sensitive. Positive Attitude. Thinking generous. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Able to cheer everyone up and/or make them laugh. Able to motivate oneself and others. Understanding. Fun to be around. Outgoing. Hyper. Bubbly personality. Secretive. Boy/girl crazy. Loves sports, music, leisure and traveling. Systematic. Hot but has brains. If you repost this in 5 mins, a cutie that’s caught your eye will introduce themselves and you will realize that you are very much alike in the next 2 days.

MAY BABY

Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Shy towards opposite sex. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High-spirited. If you repost this in the next 5 minutes, you will become close to someone you do not speak too much in the next 4 days.

JUNE BABY

You’ve got the best personality and are an absolute pleasure to be around. You love to make new friends and be outgoing. You are a great flirt and more than likely have an a very attractive partner. a wicked hottie. It is also more than likely that you have a massive record collection. You have a great choice in films, and may one day become a famous actor/actress yourself - heck, you’ve got the looks for it!!! IN the next 6 days you will meet someone that may possibly become one of your closest friends, if you repost this in 5 minutes.

JULY BABY

Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people’s feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. spazzy at times. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover. Repost this in the next 5 mins and your reputation will boost someway in the next 12 days

AUGUST BABY

Outgoing personality. takes risks. feeds on attention. No self-control. Kind hearted. Self-confident. Loud and boisterous. VERY revengeful. Easy to get along with and talk to. Has an “every thing’s peachy” attitude. Likes talking and singing. Loves music. Daydreamer. Easily distracted. Hates not being trusted. BIG imagination. Loves to be loved. Hates studying. in need of “that someone”. Longs for freedom. Rebellious when withheld or restricted. Lives by “no pain no gain” caring. Always a suspect. Playful. Mysterious. “charming” or “beautiful” to everyone. stubborn. curious. Independent. Strong willed. A fighter. Repost in 5 mins and you will meet the love of your life sometime next month.

SEPTEMBER BABY

Active and dynamic. Decisive and haste but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people’s problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Usually you have many friends. Enjoys to make love. Emotional. Stubborn. Hasty. Good memory. Moving, motivates oneself and others. Loves to travel and explore. Sometimes sexy in a way that only their lover can understand. If you do not repost this in the next 5 mins, someone very close to you will become mad at you in the next 8 days.

OCTOBER BABY

Loves to chat. Loves those who love them. Loves to takes things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn’t pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Brave and fearless. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care to control emotions. Unpredictable. Extremely smart, but definitely the hottest AND sexiest of them all. repost this in 5 mins or you will not meet the love of your life for 10 years.

NOVEMBER BABY

Trustworthy and loyal. Very passionate and dangerous. Wild at times. Knows how to have fun. Sexy and mysterious. Everyone is drawn towards your inner and outer beauty and independent personality. Playful, but secretive. Very emotional and temperamental sometimes. Meets new people easily and very social in a group. Fearless and independent. Can hold their own. Stands out in a crowd. Essentially very smart. Usually, the greatest men are born in this month. If you ever begin a relationship with someone from this month, hold on to them because their one of a kind. Repost in 5 mins & you will excel in a major event coming up sometime this month.

DECEMBER BABY

1. Top 3 favorite songs at the moment? 2. What are you wearing right now? 3. Favorite season? 4. Left handed or right handed? 5. Favorite thing you like about yourself? 6. Favorite TV show at the moment? 7. What are some of your pet peeves? 8. Favorite and least favorite subjects in school? 9. Plans for the future? 10. If you could travel anywhere, where would you go? 11. What celebrity do you look up to? 12. Who/what makes you smile regardless? 13. Favorite song lyrics? 14. Favorite movie? 15. What is the worst thing someone could do to you? 16. What pets do you have/want to have? 17. Describe your day today? 18. Night owl or morning bird? 19. Favorite musical artist? 20. How old are you? 21. Where are you from? 22. What are a few things on your bucket list? 23. Do you have/want any tattoos? 24. Do you have/want any piercings? 25. What do you hate most about yourself? 26. What does your last text message say? 27. What would you name your future daughter/son? 28. What are you listening to right now? 29. What is the last book you read? 30. Favorite food? 31. Cats or dogs? 32. Introverted or extroverted? 33. When and why did you first join tumblr? 34. Celebrity OTP? 35. Tv show OTP? 36. What is your zodiac sign? 37. Lucky number? 38. Gender? 39. What’s the last thing you watched on Netflix? 40. When is your birthday? 41. Where are you from? 42. If you could, what celebrity would you want to meet? 43. Last concert you went to? 44. What do you think of me/my tumblr account? 45. Favorite holiday? 46. Favorite animal? 47. TV you love that’s underrated? 48. What’s your relationship status? 49. What do you want to be/do when you grow up? 50. What would you do if you won the lottery? 51. ASK ME ANYTHING YOU WANT

Summary: Y/N doubts a possibly of her sweet and innocent boyfriend having a freaky side, which he eventually proves quite wrong.

Warnings: Explicit content, swearing, fluff.

Grayson Dolan’s a sweetheart.

Her sweetheart.

Though maintaining a physical complex of intimidation to the eyes of those who have never met him, Y/N’s boyfriend is quite possibly the most innocent man she knows. It’s not a bad thing at all either; in fact, it’s what she loves most about him. She adores those puppy eyes he gives her when he wants something so bad, and the additional pout of bottom lip jutting out that just made her swoon at the sight. She loves the warmth of his fingers intertwining with hers whenever they’re out and about, how he keeps her nearby out of fear of being separated at any given moment. She loves when he plops her down on his lap and curls her into his chest, before lacing his fingers through her hair and brushing her to sleep. She loves his small pecks on lips and the cheek, almost as if he were too shy to give them, and the way he always spoke so kindly and softly to her - opposed to the loud and confident way he does around others. It made her feel special.

However, the sex was vanilla.

Okay, that might be a tad blunt, and a little over-dramatic. Don’t get her wrong, Y/N absolutely doesn’t mind having vanilla sex. She loves being made love to, treated gently and respectfully, his touches careful not to hurt her in anyway. But that’s the thing; sometimes... she wants to be hurt. In the sense of “BDSM, punishing” you type. She has these frequent urges and fantasies of Grayson pinning her in an absurdly extreme position and fucking her there with her mouth gagged and hands tied. She craves to feel his large hand slap against her bottom, or her long fingers to wrap around her neck and squeeze.

But there was no way in hell Grayson Dolan would ever do that to his precious girlfriend.

It was somewhat frustrating for Y/N, who has recently been wanting to try new things in bed with him but wouldn’t dare bring it up. No, she’d be way too embarrassed to mention to her purely innocent boyfriend, who probably had a distaste for freaky sex stuff, that she wanted to take him up her ass.

As of right now, Y/N was stretching her tiny little hole up with a medium-sized baby pink buttplug, after having squirted a decent amount of lube onto her fingers to rub against the area and to the sex toy as well. She pushes it in and moans softly, safe to do so as she was in the bathroom of her apartment instead of her boyfriend’s, who was currently out filming something with his brother, who would also think she was weird for being into this shit. Ethan acted far dirtier than his sweetheart of a brother, but he also displayed a sense of judgment towards anything other than simple sex without bondage and all that.

She had pulled her pants up, leggings to be specific, as it felt more comfortable to wear with the plug in, and was washing her hands when her phone on the counter buzzed with a text message.

Grayson <3: Hi bub. E and I took a break from filming and I really miss you. Can you come over rn?

Y/N: Of course, sweetheart. I’m getting ready to leave now and I’ll be on my way. Love you.

Grayson <3: Love you too, my angel. Please don’t text and drive, drive carefully, okay? Text me when you’re here.

Just like Gray, to make her heart swell with warmth at his concern and protection over her. She quickly gathered her belongings and headed out, excited to see her precious sweet boy. The buttplug shifted a little inside of her, and she hoped that Grayson wouldn’t somehow notice it. He was never one to play with her ass anyway, and they’d probably just cuddle on the couch while watching TV. She didn’t want to take the toy out of her, it felt way too comfortable lodged in, and stretching her out miraculously - she didn’t want to interrupt the prep. Even though there was no point as Grayson wouldn’t be done for anything such as this.

God, he’d think she was such a freak if he found out.

Y/N successfully drove to the twins’ house without getting into any accidents Grayson fears she’d get in one day (okay, her driving isn’t that bad, but out of the two of them he was significantly the better driver). She sent him a quick text and wobbled over to the front door, her tiny hole still clenching around the hole and just the thought of it being her boyfriend’s huge cock instead made her pussy throb.

Grayson smiled through the glass windows and excitedly ran over to the door, unlocking it and flinging himself into Y/N’s arms. He leaned in and gave her a pretty sweet kiss on the lips before urging her inside, murmuring into her ear as he closed the door, “Missed my pretty girl today.”

“Hmm...” she sighed in content, leaning into the embrace of her boyfriend of sixth months. “Missed my sweetheart. So, what’d you wanna do?”

He already begins to lead her down the hall to her bedroom, where he declares, “I wanna cuddle.”

“Sounds like a plan,” she sighed contently, yearning to be closer to her sweet boy now more than ever.

Grayson closes the bedroom door behind him and let’s her into bed first before crawling in beside her, curling into her side while wrapping an arm around her waist. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and exhaled deeply, letting his warm breath graze over her skin as he tangles his fingers into her air. Y/N embraces his touch, snuggling into him as deeply as possible before shutting her eyes. Every now and then he’d place soft kisses against her neck, and murmur something about loving her to death, and she’d always wonder how she became the luckiest woman in the world to score a man so wonderful. Despite certain disregarded fantasies, she firmly believes that he’s her soulmate, her one and only, her everything.

She could stay like this forever.

Eventually, though, she feels Grayson slip his hands onto her forearms and hoist her body up, rolling her onto her stomach and up against his chest. Y/N’s face grew warm at the feeling of their crotches brushing up against each other, but she knew nothing would happen today. Today was just an innocent, ordinary day. She could feel his heartbeat from where she laid her ear up against his chest, his fingers continuing to play with her hair until they got bored and decided to massage her shoulders. Yes, innocent. His touches were innocent.

Until she felt his large hands clasp over her ass cheeks, and squeezed.

“Is this okay?” he whispered into her ear, voice low and husky. The tightening in his pants and the way he sounded told her he was in the mood for something.

“Y-Yes,” she answered, gulping when she remembered the fact that she indeed did have a buttplug up inside of her. If they were going to do something more than cuddling, she needed to get it out of her now. “Um, c-can I go use the bathroom first? I just-”

His fingers moved closer to the center of her ass, where it struck the metal toy between her cheeks and the frail material of her leggings gave way to its shape, especially with the way she was laying. He found it. “What’s this?”

Y/N’s heart dropped, and she tried to shift herself off of Grayson’s body, but his hands kept her firmly planted against, tightening his grip when he realized she was trying to escape. “Uh, nothing.”

Play it cool, Y/N.

Grayson’s eyebrows furrowed his confusion as he continued to push against the toy, speaking suspiciously, “It’s not nothing. There’s something... hard in your panties.”

Well. With the way their bodies are pressed against each other, she could say the same to him. “Grayson...”

“What’s in there, pretty girl? Lemme see.”

Y/N shook her head, feeling embarrassed as she hid her face in the crook of his neck and muttered, “No.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s weird,” she huffed, lifting her head up to look at his flushed face. “And you’ll think I’m a freak.”

“A freak?” he chuckled, glancing down at her oddly. “And what’s wrong with that?”

Her heart thudded in her chest at the thought of Grayson embracing her kinky side... or even better, if he was kinky himself. But there was no goddamn way, he was such a pure and loving sweetheart who was definitely only teasing her right now. God, she doesn’t know how the hell she’s ever going to live this down. “Nothing, but I know you’re not into this kind of stuff ‘cause you’re so innocent... please, Gray, can we just forget all this happened? I’m humiliated enough as it is.”

Grayson remained silent, and she took that as an agreement so she continued to rest on top of him in relief. However, that relief was short-lived, as suddenly she feels fingers wrap around her throat in a tight grip and raise her head out of his neck, forcing her to look at him. Her boyfriend’s eyes were dark, almost as if he was angry. It was definitely an intimidating expression which made her gulp in slight fear, anticipating for him to speak. She doesn’t think she’s ever seen him this mad before.

“Did you just fucking call me innocent?” he growled, startling her.

Did he just... swear in front of her?

Y/N uttered hesitantly, now knowing that he was apparently intimidated by the label, “Okay, I guess what I meant to say was normal. You’ve never shown interest in stuff that wasn’t so vanilla. But it’s not a bad thing! I just never wanted to make you uncomfortable, sweetheart-”

She gasped when he released the grip on her throat and pushed his hands into her pants, gripping her ass cheeks and kneading his fingers into her fleshy skin. She held her breath when his fingers grasped onto the end of the buttplug, her eyes squeezing shut as he carefully pulls it out - then slams it back inside, eliciting a cry of pleasure to escape from her mouth. She opened her eyes and caught Grayson smirking at her.

“Oh pretty baby, you’ve got me all wrong. You see, my innocent nature was more for your sake, I thought you were vanilla one. But it turns out, you’re just like me,” he taunts, shuffling her pants further down her thighs.

“M-My sake?”

“I thought if I’d fuck you, I’d hurt you,” he confessed, leaning upwards to plant a tender kiss to the side of her neck. She could feel her pussy throb at his words, and so suddenly, she wanted him to do every single naughty thing he had planned for her in his mind. “So tell me what you want, baby.”

“I want you to fuck me,” Y/N breathed out, feeling an increase of wetness slipping down her inner thighs that he could most certainly feel. “And I want it to hurt.”

Grayson suddenly had spun them around and positioned her hands-and-knees on the bed, spreading her legs apart before smacking her bare ass raised high in the air. She squealed from the collision and lurched forward, only to be brought back by his hand around her throat. He gripped onto the buttplug again and pulled it out, admiring with bright eyes as her tiny stretched hole pulsed from the sudden emptiness. She was still a little lubed up, but it didn’t deter him from pulling his cock out and spreading two of his fingers against her wetness, slicking them up before rubbing them around her hole. Y/N sucked in a deep breath before he finally pushed himself in, whining at the thick presence in her bottom that slightly stung but also felt so damn amazing.

“Oh my fucking God, Grayson!” she moaned, clutching onto the sheets, yelping when he spanked her ass harshly again and growled into her ear.

“Not my name. Try again, little one.”

Holy fucking shit.

There’s no way...

“Daddy,” she mumbled out, a little shyly, but when she saw him nod his head in confirmation, she spoke much louder, “Oh, daddy, right there!”

“Love daddy in your ass, don’t you, pretty girl?” Grayson grunted, profusely thrusting himself in the tight space and trying not to cum any second now. He’s been hard as a rock since she’s laid on him and he felt the familiar toy inside of him. “God, you feel so fucking tight, I love it.”

When he finally released his grip from her neck, he took her by surprise by shoving two fingers tip into her pussy, his thumb playing with her clit and making her practically scream out into the void. “Oh, daddy!”

He pummeled inside her constricted little asshole now, focused on the pleasure - but mostly hers, he adores hearing the sounds of her moans when she’s pushed to the brink of cumming. She always sound like an angel when she does it. He could feel her pussy clench around his fingers, which soon spurts our warm fluids of her release. He pulls them out and grabs at her face again, shoving his coated digits into her mouth and pressing them against her tongue, making her suck her delectable juices off. She whimpered around his hand, legs trembling underneath her from the orgasm - but she was still building up another.

“O-Oh my God, ah,” she belted, feeling herself cum again as Grayson mindlessly fucked her as if it were the last thing he’d ever do.

She thought it was time that he was finally let himself go and cum inside of her, but instead he took her by surprise and pulled out of her smaller hole before flipping her onto her back and pushed her legs far above her head, holding them down because she wasn’t exactly a flexible acrobat. That’s when he rammed his cock inside of her pussy, no mercy shown as he goes in balls deep and bottoms out. They’re still wearing all of their clothes and only have their most intimate parts exposed, as he pounds her into the mattress that they usually share many warm and soft cuddles. Never in a million years did she ever think this would happen.

“Daddy!” Y/N screamed, clutching onto his shoulders as her eyes squeezed shut. Her legs felt incredibly sore and so did her pussy, but she loved the dull ache she felt and only wanted more.

That’s when Grayson couldn’t take it anymore - he leaned down and crashed his lips on top of hers, tongue fully in her mouth as he cums deep inside of her stretched out walks. He could feel her whimpers and groans vibrate inside of his mouth, and he gasped when she squirted all over his buried cock, legs still trembling from the overstimulation as they begin to slow themselves down. Y/N almost wanted to question it all, but honestly she didn’t have the energy for a deeper explanation at the moment. All she could manage, however, was to ask him one very important thing.

“Can I still call you sweetheart?” she murmured, sighing in content as he brushed a hand through her wild hair.

Grayson smiled, holding her against him. “Yes, of course, pretty girl. Now, let’s just chill for a bit, before we go for round two.”

“Round two?” she asked, a bubble of excitement rising inside her. She was tired as hell but she was always down for more.

“Mmm-hmm. And this time, I’m pulling out my little trunk underneath my bed and let’s just say... I’m going to use it all on you. Got that, baby?”

“Yes daddy.”

Summary: Writer Ethan Dolan has pined over a waitress named Andrea for months. She finally lets him take her home and she gets more than she bargained for when what she intended to be a one night stand results in a positive pregnancy test. Or, she’s having his baby and it’s his none of his business… 

Word count: 16.6k

Warnings: smut, mentions of abortion, alcohol.

I know this isn’t an Y/N story but please give it a chance!! You might really like it ;)  I hear it’s based off a Harry Styles song

thank you so much @erosdolan​ for the gif. 

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As Andrea nears the end of her twelve-hour shift at Jimmy’s diner, her eyes keep flicking between the clock – where minutes seem to pass in hours – and the man who seems to come around every time she’s on the clock. Today he’s more preoccupied in his work than usual; hunched over, eyes unrelenting on his computer screen. Andrea crosses her arms over her chest and huffs, trying to give him a few more minutes to unoccupied himself, but he’s already been sitting for twenty, and she is growing impatient. She let the hands of the clock swing around its circle once more before she went over to him; even then, he still clicks vigorously at his keyboard, as if he was chasing words he fears he’ll forget.

“What’ll it be?”

“Uh,” He glances at the menu that lay untouched in the middle of the table. “I’ll take the usual.”

Andrea’s tongue flicks to the top of her mouth, her hand gliding over her notepad with a flick of her pen. Even though his order is burned in her brain from complete redundancy, she decides to write it down to forgo a grilling from the cook who insisted everything be in front of his eyes.

“Blueberry pancakes and coffee, then. Shouldn’t take too long.”  

His smile is warm and kind, quite a contrast to the snow that billowed from the sky and the crimson of his cheeks that bloomed from wind that began to howl in between tight streets and tall skyscrapers. Andrea gives him her best tight-lipped smile before backing away, picking up the rag she abandoned on the hightop on her way to the window that leads to the kitchen, where Barry flips a burger on a sizzling grill that was overdue for a scrub down.  

“We haven’t had an order in thirty minutes, that one for you?”

Barry shrugs, not bothering to look over his shoulder. “Thought so. Make one for me while you’re at it.” She hangs the order on the wireline, “blueberry pancakes for the regular.”

“He’s here again?” Katy asks, sliding in next to Andrea. Katy rests her elbows on the white granite and knocks her hip into Andrea’s, her tight orange curls bouncing with every movement. “That’s like the third time this week.”

It’s Andrea’s turn to shrug, taking a side step to get some room.

Katy smirks, bites her lip and looks over her shoulder to the man who sits by himself at a booth smack dab in the middle of the restaurant. “He’s cute. I think he likes you, too. He always sits in your booth.”

“He’s not my type.”

“Not your type?! His jaw alone is a ten. Don’t get me started on the dark hair and eyes. I just know he’s hiding big things under those clothes.”

Andrea shakes her head, “Well, you should ask him out then, Katy.”

“I would if I didn’t have a kid and wasn’t like ten years older.” Katy frowns. “The guy has to be lonely. He comes in here, what, three nights a week?”

Andrea snorts. “I’m sure he’s the farthest thing.”

The sharp ring of a bell and Barry’s curt “order up” cuts off their back and forth, and the doodle Andrea started on an extra sticky note she left lying around. She pushes away her dilettante drawing of the Empire State Building to grab the plate, using the ball of her hand to balance it expertly before striding back to her only chance at one more decent tip before her shift ends in thirty minutes.

She places the stacks and syrup before him and watches him push away his computer until it’s on the other side of the table. “I forgot your coffee; I’ll be right back.”

Andrea turns on the heel of her white sneakers. Then, she stalls halfway and twirls back towards him. Not for the first time, she finds herself spellbound by his features. He is the kind of handsome that only comes around once or twice a year, with his whiskey eyes that still sparkle even though the sun has long faded behind the buildings — his beauty belongs to the rays of the west coast, not the bitter-cold of the East.

It’s the warm aura that surrounds him that stops her from admitting to herself he is good looking.

Curious, and without thinking, she spoke: “Why are you here almost every night?”

The stranger looked up, eyes blinking.

“Yelp has more than 10,600 restaurants listed in Manhattan alone, so why here? It’s definitely not the food.” Andrea licks her lips and looks around herself, her head gesturing towards the tired black and white tile flooring that clashes heavily against the red leather of the seats. The old coca cola signs that litter the walls don’t help either in elevating the place into something outside of the seventies. “And it’s definitely not the decor.”

He shrugs his shoulders, which seems like the theme of the night. “It’s easy to work here, s’always quiet… and I like the company.”

Her dark eyebrows rise high on her forehead, ready to challenge him, “I’m an awful waitress, you must like seeing Katy then. She’s the sweet one.”

The man furrows his brows, his eyes momentarily leaving Andrea’s to see Katy clicking away at the cash register even though her eyes were locked on the two, “if I come for..Katy… Why would I always sit where I know you take the orders?”

Andrea stares. Such a bold statement from a man with soft curls straying from his beanie and carries around a notebook that looks like a journal. His sharp jawline is deceiving because everything else about him is soft – from the hum of his voice to the skin on his face.

“That’s cute,” Andrea laughs. Ethan doesn’t know if it made him want to blush with glee or sink into his seat until he disappeared into the subway, “enjoy your breakfast at almost midnight, Mr…?”

He gulps, his eyes wide, like a puppy. “Ethan.”

“Right. Enjoy your breakfast… Ethan.”

All white, all white, all white

Where an already endangered species is on the brink of functional extinction...

Oh, and 500 million animals unique to this country have already lost their lives, upon homes that have been destoryed and lives lost of people as well...

I mean... we're only living in a literal inferno...

415 fires. Fuck are we dying...

Oh yeah and people are just fleeing to the damn ocean, you know?

Do you want to know what Hell on Earth looks like..?

Because there it is in all it's unfiltered, firey rage...

There it is... my home from space...

This is only the beginning. Our country has not only entered a new decade, it seems a new dawning era as well, because this flaming apocalypse doesn't show any sign of stopping any time soon.

And you know what saddens me? I've never seen Australian tragedies trending here on this website. I mean it's been going on for months and only now does it seem to really be getting recognized, even if it is only at #9.

And I'm going to be honest with you here - the internet, and media in general is so American centric, this website being no exception. You'd think that an entire continent being on fire for several months with devastating consequences would have more recognition, but no, it really doesn't. The most notes I've ever seen on a post about the Australian fires is at least a few thousand, and that's about it.