#dxlilith

Now that the weekend is just about over I just wanted to give a shout out to the boosh fans that I met in person over the weekend..you were all amazing (well except for one that I met that there is no room in cozieland for ...I wont go into it)..but all in all I met some really awesome people ..with all the nonsense that has been going on in the Tumblr world today (every week there is something new) I just wanted to thank those I met and especially to the Boosh Boys that I was fortunate enough to meet..and a special thank you to rikkisixx for getting us all in contact with each other by having  a meetup list..i will post more photos tomorrow

More Doing. More Saving. By DxLilith I’d been working three months, eight days, and three hours when Emmanuel, the only male head cashier in the whole of store 0959, asked if I could help move patio sets with him. It was a Tuesday. June 4th? 5th? Rainy. I was at returns and business was not so much booming as it was silently fizzling out. So when he asked me I said, “yeah okay”. “Did you hear about Shantel?” is the first thing he says when I walk the ten point three feet it takes from the returns register to the patio section. “She got fired?” “Nope” He begins picking up a box labeled “Enxer Bronze Patio Chair set 2 of 3”. “What then?” I grab 3 of 3 with a little more difficulty than he because I have much smaller hands equaling a smaller grip. “They caught her…” he grunts, lifting a box marked TABLE and swings it on top of the previous two boxes. “with Mike.” “Mike from Lumber or Mike from Electrical?” “Mike from Garden.” I almost dropped the set of chairs I just folded. “Isn’t he like…eighty years old?” “Hey, I’m just telling you what I heard” but he smiles, like it’s the greatest thing he’s ever imparted on me. A known gossip, Emmanuel was quite pleased to have found someone to share something SO juicy with. “HEAD CASHIER TO REGISTER ONE FOR APPROVAL” “Ugh” Emmanuel’s smile falters and he stares at me, willing me to somehow exchange positions wherein he could stay here, non-responsive to the loudspeaker and not have to walk to the other end of the store for what was probably a markdown just under 55 dollars. “I’ll be back” He wipes the sweat from his brow and waddles away, (I mean it in the best way possible as he is over two hundred pounds and only five foot six) leaving me to stare at the boxes. “Arrgh you doin’ therr ninja buddy?” Matt. Matt from garden (not from Lumber because he was short and blonde and just a bit of an asshole). Matt from Garden is a pirate & I am a ninja, two impossibilities in this day and age but it made flirting a lot sillier. “Doin’ well enough that if I had mind magic I could organize these boxes all on my own and feel accomplished. Mayhap partake in a yoo-hoo or two.” “Can I be of any service?” This is the part where normally, as an independent woman I’d say “no thanks, I can handle this” but he’s smiling and I can’t stop staring. I think it’s his face, his beautiful, boyish face with chocolate brown eyes ducking behind thick square frames of black or maybe that thicket of great hair or even his five o’clock shadow. “Think you’re up to the task, I know how ya peg leg likes to act up.” He laughs that short little laugh when he finds things amusing and heads over to the nearest box. We work quietly, awkwardly bumping hips and hands as we reach for sets, piling them higher and higher until we move on to a different section. It’s bliss. Until we hear the rattling above. “FUCK!” I feel a hand yank at mine and I feel my feet lose touch with the ground and my knees take their place. There’s an earth-shattering clatter behind me of metal fixtures and unbuilt patio furniture but I’m too afraid to even look until it’s quiet again. “Man, that was fucking close!” Matt’s out of breath. He’s sitting inches away from me, his hand still holding mine. It’s quite nice actually. I know I must be smiling and possibly googley eying him but I don’t care. “Are you…oh God Lynn are you okay!?” His grip on my hand tightens as he’s now leaning in closer to me. His face inches from mine and I think to every romantic scene in every film I have ever seen and think, the floor of a Home Depot must be the WORST place for a first kiss. ” Yeah why wouldn’t I?” I’m still smiling. I wish I could stop, I must seem insane but what was he so panicked about? “You mean you don’t feel that?” He’s pointing to my stomach. Somewhere, very far back in my head, where I keep all my childhood nightmares and fears locked away, is a voice screaming. DON’T LOOK DON’T LOOK IF YOU LOOK IT’S GOING TO HURT. But who ever listens eh? Three feet long and four inches thick and just underneath the my ribcage. There it is. Just sticking out of me. A strip of metal, probably from one of the fucking chairs I just finished putting away. I’m bleeding, very slowly and let me tell you, red does not look good on an orange apron. “I think…my body’s in shock…” A million walkie-talkies and firstphones go off. “Get me paramedics here now” “Oh my god is she okay?!” “Stand back!!” “Lynn!? oh my god!” “Lynn are you…” “Close this area off” “Is she going to be…” “Goddamnit Lynn, we were 360 days into accident free and now you’ve gone and…” “Tim!?” “Oh for Christ’s sake, she’s bleeding someone get a first aid kit!” Many voices and footsteps and bustling but all I do is look at was Matt’s beautiful face. His beautiful panicked face. His beautiful panicked face and lips pale as Behr primer number four. “You know what sucks the most about all this right now?” He looks away from the impaled object through my abdomen and at me. “I have this huge crush on you and I’m actually gay.” He looks at me like maybe we should be having this conversation when I wasn’t at risk of tetanus and exsanguination. The paramedics should be here soon and then I’ll be wheeled away and probably fired before I can sue or even file for workers comp. Matt bites his lips and leans into me, knees touching mine and whispers into my ear. “So am I. But…” His lips graze the skin right by my earlobe. “I may have just fallen in love with you.”

<3<3<3Actually, I never could get into the whole shipping thing. I know it's sad, and a lot of people hate me/unfollow me for that, but I don't really do it. I guess if I had to ship someone, it would probably be Nine/Rose. I have no idea. LOL. 

Hi darling,  I recommend you read  this story it's one of my favorites, it's so beautiful, so well written, great plot, it's after season six beginning of season 7. It brought tears to my eyes :3